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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 7 months

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Space ~ B.A.

A/n: LOVE touching on the way Iris and Barry create their relationship by high key sabotaging every other possibility bc they feel inevitable... great shit.

Request: “Barry x male reader, reader and Barry been having issues so reader goes to stay with Kara for awhile.” By anon

Word Count: 2,000+

MASTERLIST

"So... are we going to talk about that?"

Y/n's jaw worked as he mulled over Kara's question. He couldn't expect her not to ask questions after all of that. She was a good friend, she worried. And Y/n didn't want to spend this entire trip running from his feelings. It would only make things worse.

On the other hand he really didn't want to talk about it.

But that may have been him trying to run from his feelings. Like usual. How well did that ever go?

He looked at her, taking in her barely contained curiosity and anxiety. The last time she had run into Barry and his boyfriend the two were newly in love after ages of pining and beating around the bush. They were full of relief at being able to hold hands and use pet names, and got borderline ridiculous if they ever kissed. Kara had joked they were the goal; the base line. Someone would look at her that way someday.

Now the two men were cold and distant, and when they'd gotten Kara the help she needed and Barry went to go back to his own world Y/n had asked to stay? In an entirely different universe where Barry Allen didn't even know who Y/n L/n was. Had never even heard of him. They were complete strangers in this world.

Sighing, Y/n leaned against the desk behind him and Kara tried not to grin as she realized he was about to talk about his feelings. Y/n never did such things no matter how many times she prodded and begged - but this was not a situation that called for smiling or teasing. She listened instead as Y/n began, "Barry and I have been having problems."

Kara raised an eyebrow. She was hesitant to push such a delicate string of luck but it seemed Y/n was about to stop and he really hadn't said much yet. "Problems?"

Once he started he couldn't stop. "First it was the newspaper with Iris' byline. I mean, he's been in love with her for near his entire life and everything was screaming that she would choose him back eventually. Eddie died, Patty and Linda didn't work out for several reasons - mostly because he couldn't open up to them. But that's not-" He closed his eyes, realizing he was going off on a tangent. "The point is," he began again slowly. "Barry and Iris are like, soulmates? Or something? And it started with the newspaper but then there was Earth 2, and the fact that they always know each other everywhere we go - even if vaguely. Like they're drawn to each other. Inevitable. There are worlds where I don't know Barry Allen and he doesn't know me, but they always have each other."

Slowly, Kara asked, "You're jealous of Iris?"

Y/n scoffed. "I'm not just mindlessly jealous. It wouldn't bother me so much if the name on the by line of the newspaper had changed. If it said Iris West instead, or Iris soemthing-else. But it doesn't. It still Iris West-Allen. And I feel like... a filler." His shoulders sagged and his face twisted with agony. "It doesn't help that he started to drop our plans to hang out with her. And I realized that actually he always prioritizes her. Our plans never overlap, like he's desperate not to have to choose, and then they do and he chooses her. And it's fine, she's family, but I thought I was too. I thought we'd at least be equally as important. And then Savitar comes and he goes after Iris - still. Iris and Barry weren't together, but his life falls apart if she dies. Like-" He blinked tears out of his eyes. "Like she's his whole world. Cisco can't save him, or Caitlyn."

"Or you," Kara realized, her face crumbling as it fully settled in.

The man shrugged. "Or me. And I tried bringing it up to him but he refuses to acknowledge it and scrambles to avoid the topic and I feel like he knows he's in love with her but doesn't want to admit it. I feel like I really am filler and he knows it, that his very atoms are waiting for her and it's just this unspoken inevitability. I'm only here for now and that's it and I'm not supposed to address it, I'm not supposed to see it, but I do and that really sets him on edge. Or- something does at least. I don't know! He won't talk to me!"

Immediately Kara pulled Y/n into a hug. Y/n let her, curling into her comforting warmth and knowing he could fully collapse and she would be fine. "Would it help if I helped you work through what other options there are? Discussions are hard to have if you have one out come stuck in your head, and then often turn into arguments that accomplish nothing."

Chuckling, Y/n wiped his face. "You're so smart Kara." And he meant it so genuinely she couldn't even joke that he was full of it. He seemed relieved to be able to talk about it, talk through it. She believed that truly was the case. "Please," he sighed. "Please tell me there are other options than what I think there are."

Kara hummed, tightening the hug for a split second before leaning away so they could meet eye to eye as they spoke. This was a conversation where he needed to know she was being absolutely truthful and genuine. "Well, first of all he could have the exact same fears as you. He could truly and deeply be in love with you and be scared that it'll all be for nothing. Fate and knowing your future - it';s a terrifying thought. Especially when no matter what you do, it never changes."

Y/n nodded. That was a perfectly logical option. "Anything else?"

She was ready for the question. "His life has been really difficult. He's constantly losing people, and being a superhero is extremely hard on a person. It's demanding and draining and leaves no room for even a single mistake. You're gambling with the life of every single person. Their happiness and stability. It's not a reason to treat anyone badly but I could understand if his work life and super hero life being so complicated and dangerous doesn't leave a deep desire for a normal, more straight forward life. Maybe he got it in his head that things with you were supposed to be easy and now... they're not. And he's too burnt out or anxious to address it."

Oh. Very quickly Y/n was calming down. Hearing all the other alternatives were very grounding and loosened the pit of doom in his stomach. "Anything else?"

Nodding, Kara continued. "He may not be taking your emotions seriously and either isn't realizing how your emotions are affecting you, or thinks they're some kind of accusation. He may even not understand that when you bring this up its concerning how you feel about it and not necessarily about him or anything he's doing at all. It's a pile up of things that all point your brain in one direction, and the way that makes you feel may be irrational or very rational, but either way he isn't the person who chooses Iris. And he may be one day, or he may not, but if he thinks you're accusing him of some sort of cheating when he couldn't imagine ever doing something to you?" She shrugged. "Like getting mad at someone for doing something in a dream. And it still means something to you but he isn't clocking that - all he can see is you blaming him for something he didn't do."

Y/n actually had the audacity to smile. "We would argue over me feeling insecure and it making him feel like I hate him. Or doubt him." He rolled his eyes but there was a little fondness there and Kara felt hope surge through her. Not all was lost yet. "We would end up arguing like we are over both of us just being insecure and not communicating it int he way we need to." He sighed, long and laboriously.

Kara just decided to skip to another option. "Or he's being an asshole and he does know it upsets you but he just doesn't want to acknowledge it or take it seriously."

They looked at each other for a second before slipping into soft, breathy laughter. It was weak and quiet but Kara wrote it down as a win. The idea that Barry would be so harsh and cruel truly was laughable. Maybe another Barry, another universe, but not this one.

After a second Y/n deflated again. Not as broken down but definitely exhausted. "What do I do if he won't talk to me? I can't just not know."

"Tell him that." When Y/n seemed doubtful, kara shook her head. "I'm serious. Say it even before you start the conversation. No warning, no chance to shoot you down or change the subject. Lay down the law. If you need this, you need this. It doesn't matter what he's feeling about the situation - you need to talk about this. This is a need for you; a deal breaker. If you break up you break up. He doesn't deserve you if he can't get over himself for an hour to talk to you and give you something you actively need."

Y/n melted in relief, eyes wet. "You're an amazing friend Kara."

The compliment, bursting with appreciation that could not be put into words, made Kara grin. "You deserve a good friend. Come on - we can take a few days before you have to go back."

So they did. A little less a month passed before Y/n went back. neither of them had meant for it to go on quite so long but Y/n's powers that were so often utilized by Barry were perfect for the threat Kara was facing and beating the bad guy was the last step. They had to go through so much before they could do that. It kept them.

When he did go home, there was something different about him. He got to see more and experience more. He realized how much pressure he was putting on Barry and codependent he'd become. he seemed finally completely at peace with whatever happened - whether or not they broke up, he knew he'd make it through - but was also ready and willing to fight for it.

If only Barry would fight too.

In the end Kara had been right. Her very first guess had hit the nail on the head, and it had all come undone the second Y/n set a hard boundary. He needed this and Barry delivered. Their relationship was important enough to the speedster to put aside fear or pride and face it. They had a long talk about the whole situation and how out of control they both felt. How that scared Barry even more because he didn't want such a future. Because he wasn't allowed to be out of control like he was now or people died. Y/n clarified his feelings not being a reflection on Barry as a person and the kind of person or partner he was, and that seemed to help too. They decided at the end of it all that no matter what happened they loved each other and nothing could get in the way of that. That even if Iris and Barry did end up together, it wouldn't be the Barry that was now.

That Barry was Y/n's.

For the first time neither of them felt the need to check to see if Iris' surname had changed on the byline. It was Cisco instead who came crashing into the room, eyes wide with worry. He pulled up the article and pointed out the byline.

Iris West.

No Allen attached.

The article was the same, with a missing Barry, but the byline was different.

Barry and Y/n looked at each other, eyes opened for the first time. It was almost a slap in the face to realize that Iris and Barry ended up together in this world only if they thought they did. That the anxiety of the felt inevitable could destroy all of their relationships, and that the second they decided it didn't - it didn't.It was beautiful in a way. And suddenly they both felt that they could do so much more...

And they did. Together.

Male Readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

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6rookie-writer0110 · 9 months

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Stare into the endless sky

Olivia Rodrigo x Male Reader.

Request - R is a famous singer and he has been dating Olivia for 9 months but they haven't made it known to the public, there are many rumors that Olivia and R are dating but they don't talk about it. R is giving a concert, Olivia is in a corner of the stage hidden from the fans, and is watching everything, after 30 minutes of the concert R tells the audience that he is going to sing a new song that he just wrote a few weeks ago and that it is dedicated to a very special person for him, (Runnin' Home To You - Grant Gustin)

It's the middle of the night and Olivia can't sleep. She looks at you and you are still sleeping and she lets you sleep. She slowly gets out of bed and heads to the living with her guitar and sat on the couch. She is working on a song but she didn't finish it a while back, tonight she will try to finish it. You woke up because you hear Olivia singing, you get up and look around. Then you get out of bed and head to the living room and she stopped.

“I didn't mean to wake you up, Y/n. I didn't think I was loud” Olivia said.

“You weren't too loud. What are you doing?” You said.

You sit next to her and you grab her hand.

“I couldn't sleep. Remember that song I was working on a few days ago but I didn't finish it?” Olivia said.

“Yeah, what about it?” You said.

“I thought I could try and finish it since I couldn't sleep,” Olivia said.

“I could help you if you want,” You said.

“Aren't you tired?” Olivia asked.

“We can finish the song together then we would go to bed. You need to rest too, babe” You said.

You and Olivia start to smile at each other. You went to grab your guitar then came back. You and Olivia start to work together on the song.

You and Olivia have been dating for nine months, but the relationship is a secret. But everyone knows that you are a famous singer and Olivia has appeared in two different songs that you wrote. There are rumors about you and Olivia, but you two don't talk about it during interviews. But you will go on tour soon, but you want to spend your free time with your girlfriend.

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You have a house in California and you have a pool. Olivia has been staying at your house for days, she kept some of your shirts. You took a selfie with Olivia by the pool, in the picture you are smiling and she kissed your cheek.

You are standing by the pool because you are putting pool inflatables in the pool. Olivia puts down her phone, then smiled and pushed you into the pool. But before you fell into the pool, you grabbed her hand and pulled her with you.

“Why did you push me?” You laughed.

“Why did you grab my hand?” Olivia laughed.

She splashed water at you. You swim next to her and you put your arms around her and she starts to kiss you. Then you helped Olivia get on the pool inflatable. You swim around for a little while and she stays on the inflatable.

Much later, you and Olivia ordered take-out food. Then you and Olivia start to write new music together, she starts to sing the chorus then you joined in. She starts to smile at you. You start to write the new lyrics and she likes it. You and Olivia continue to sing and then came up with a new song to write.

Later, you and Olivia were supposed to watch the movie but ended up making out.

✫ ✬ ✯ ✫

You and Olivia noticed new the rumors online. Fans are asking you and Olivia questions about dating rumors. But she is watching your new music video.

“Do you like the video?” You asked.

“I love it, babe. The music is really good. It's different but in a good way,” Olivia said.

You lie next to her on the bed. She kissed your forehead and you just smile at her.

“Next time, we should do a music video together,” You said.

“Oh, that would be fun. Maybe you can be in my video“ Olivia said.

She gives you a peck on the lips.

“Maybe I will” You smiled

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Your live concert was a sold-out show, you are happy about that. Olivia came to see you play live and you are happy that she came. Right now, you are on stage singing and she is on the side of the stage.

“Okay, everyone I wrote this new song a few weeks ago. And is my first time singing the song live. So, I hope everyone will like it” You said.

You start to play the guitar and the musicians go with your lead. Now, you start to sing, and Olivia is loving the song. You look toward her way and you start to smile at her. You look back at the crowd and Olivia is feeling emotional and she loves the song...

But, it's clear now,

When you're standing here now

I am meant to be wherever you are next to me.

All I want to do

Is come running home to you

Come running home to you

You finished singing the song and everyone starts to cheer. Olivia runs towards you and hugged you. You and Olivia are smiling at each other then she kissed you on the lips, in front of everyone.

“The rumors are true, Y/n is my boyfriend and I only want him” Olivia smiled.

“The song was meant for my girlfriend Olivia” You smiled.

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The next day, everyone online and talk shows started to talk about you and Olivia. Some magazine companies want to interview you and Olivia. You are still on tour and you face time your girlfriend.

“Vogue wants to interview us, babe,” Olivia said.

“If you want to do it then I'm fine with it,” You said.

“I don't mind us talking about our relationship but I don't want to overshare,” Olivia said.

“I get what you are saying, and I agree with you,” You said.

You and Olivia start to talk about doing the interview.

#Olivia Rodrigo imagine #Olivia Rodrigo x male reader #olivia rodrigo x reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #fanfic

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thealtoduck · 3 months

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Hey can you make a grant gustin flash x male reader switch smut cause he’s fine af

Hi, sorry but i’m not taking requests at the moment.

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itsallyscorner · 4 years

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Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

Marvel Cast

Niall Horan

Liam Payne

Harry Styles

Louis Tomlinson

Zayn Malik

Sam Claflin

Finnick Odair

Grant Gustin

Peeta Mellark

✨REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME✨

I’m open to writing smut, although I’m not that good at it. I’ll try my best:) Also I’m not even going to attempt at writing that kinky shit because I know it’ll be shite:D

I would love to write for Latina, or Black, etc readers but I’m not educated enough to write about it! So my writing is going to strictly be “blank x reader”. Same goes for male or LGBTQ readers, I’m just not educated enough to write about it so I’m just not going to do it to avoid any trouble. Maybe sometime in the future:)

Other than that requests or always welcome! So are my asks, so if you wanna start a convo hmu🖤

Requests might take a while for me to write with school and all, so if I don’t respond don’t worry, I’ll try to write them as soon as I’m free!!

Harry Styles would want you to ✨treat people with kindness✨, so be kind in my inbox💖

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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OTHERS MASTERLIST

Will include: GMW, The Flash, Grant Gustin, Glee, Cyborg, Superman and hopefully Marvel.

The Flash

Barry Allen:

✘ Waking up with you feels like heaven

✘ Easter Special!Barry giving you an Easter egg

✘ You found her, now go and get her (Barry Allen and Grant Gustin Crossover X Reader)

✘ Let me hear your heartbeat

✘ You left me

● Shorts:

✘ 1 - Pregnant

✘ 2 - Shirtless!Barry

Earth 2 Barry Allen:

✘ Starting Point

● Short:

✘ Easter Special!Shopping easter eggs

Savitar - Dark!Barry:

✘ I wanna be with you even when we’re ghosts

✘ There’s always someone to love you

✘ Can cancer kill an angel?

✘ You’ve lost your pain, congrats!

● Short:

✘ 1 - The kind you save

Superman

• Short:

✘ 1 - Glasses (SOON)

Cyborg

★ Headcanon:

✘ Dating Cyborg would include (SOON)

Marvel

Tony Stark:

Being Tony Stark’s daughter and dating Jason Todd (daughter!reader + marvel/ dc crossover)

Others

Glee

Sebastian Smythe:

✘ No Angel (gender neutral!reader)

✘ Easter Special!Exchanging easter eggs (male!reader)

✘ I wish I was an ostrich (Smut)

✘ Smooth Criminal

✘ Attention (Smut)

✘ I want your colors (Soulmates AU and gender neutral!reader)

✘ Don’t trust the bitch in apartment 23

● Series

✘ His Girl: Part 1 ◈ Part 2 ◈ Part 3 ◈ Part 4 (finished)

● Short

✘ 1 - First Crush (gender neautral!reader)

Hunter Clarington:

✘ Are you gonna be mine?

Girl Meets World

Lucas Friar:

● Short:

✘ Hi!

Actor

Grant Gustin:

✘ The other (PART 2 SOON)

✘ You found her, now go and get her (Grant Gustin and Barry Allen X reader Crossover)

✘ Easter Special!Giving an Easter egg

✘ Brigadeiro

✘ Playing a hero in a crossover with Grant

✘ Dating Chris Stewart (From Grant’s movie: A Mother’s Nightmare)

● Short:

✘ Playing around

━─┈ ✧

SPN Masterlist

Batboys Masterlist

updated: 05/14

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canarypoint · 3 years

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Hey! I hope your day is going well!

I saw your rb about wanting to date only women and nb people. If you’re not comfortable or simply just want to ignore this ask feel free to do it. Do you feel attracted to men but only want to date women/nb people or you’re just attracted to women and nb people?

When I was figuring out my sexuality I thought I couldn’t be a lesbian if I was still attracted to nb people, but once I discovered that lesbian means non-men attracted to non-men I felt more comfortable labelling myself as lesbian! When I identified as bi men made me uncomfortable with that label since they still thought I was attracted to them

hi! my day has been pretty okay, i got some writing done for a project i've been working on for a while that i was scared of losing interest in, and i'm currently catching up on the flash, so i'm doing pretty good! hope you're day has been good, too!!

this got unnecessarily long so i'm just adding a cut for anyone who doesn't want to read it, so it's easier to scroll past lol

i'm completely okay with answering that, and i wanna make sure anyone reading this knows that i'm always open to discussing labels and sexualities (assuming it's appropriate/not offensive/the obvious stuff lol), so i'm always here for that! as for your question, i'm actually not sure?

like don't get me wrong, yes i can see that men are (at the very least aesthetically?) attractive. i mean just look at grant gustin (lol sorry again, watching the flash s7 so he's kinda on my mind rn). but am i attracted to them in that way? i'm not really sure...

i've had "crushes" (i'm using that term loosely rn) on guys before. sometimes multiple guys at once... but i've never been in a relationship with anyone, and i know that sometimes i can confuse romantic feelings with platonic feelings? (or at least that's what i did when i first started discovering i was attracted to more than just the opposite gender/sex, i don't know which word to use, sorry about that).

as for the other kind of attraction that i will not mention on this blog at this time... i just don't know.

what i do know, is that i can't see myself dating a guy. i can't see myself going on dates or any of that sort of thing with one. a girl or a nb person (is there another term for that)? yes, definitely. so i know, that regardless of whether i'm bi or a lesbian or some other label, i prefer to not date men.

but overall? yeah, i'm just not sure, and i'm not sure how to figure it out.

it's to a point where i can't even read fics about male character(s) x reader, unless it's a poly relationship with a woman involved (like for example, i can read buckynat x reader, but i can't read stucky x reader, if that makes sense?). but even then, i find myself struggling to focus on the parts centered around bucky (or whoever the male character is) and reader.

sorry, this probably wasn't the answer you were looking for at all, but it's the best i can give. feel free to reply if you want (trust me i'm more than okay with it), or if anyone else reading this wants to join in, i don't mind!

#anon ask #keep sending me asks!#i have another tag like that but without the exclamation mark??#i don't need tws for this post do i?#if i do please tell me slkdhglsf #i hope it made sense #my thoughts are kinda jumbled #and i got dizzy halfway thru writing it??#that's not important everyone ignore that #i probably just need water #speaking of everyone reading this go drink water ily #also yeah i'm afraid of telling a guy i'm bi and then him being like #'oh well i still have a chance'#but also ew who would wanna date me lmao #answering asks is so anxiety-inducing wtf

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 4 years

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Actual Flirting (Barry Allen X Male!Reader)

Characters: Barry Allen X Male!Reader

Universe: DC, Flash

Warnings: None

Request: May I request Ezra!Barry Allen x m!reader? All I can find are with Grant Gustin (which is also nice but y'know...) where Barry realize reader is flirting with him in a serious way, not just for fun (well a little ofc but not mainly). Hope I make sense! Thanks!

“Well my day just got ten times better.” Barry turned, grinning at the sound of your voice as you sauntered over. “What’s the situation?” You asked, standing on the wall, looking over the building onto the streets below.

“I caught wind of a planned heist at that jewellery store.” He explained to you, and you nodded.

“Shame. Thought you called for me specifically to ask me out on a midnight picnic, overlooking the city… but, if you need me to be back up with stopping a heist, then I’m down.” You chuckled. “Or is this your attempt to be romantic?” You asked.

You were a policeman, who had a mix of both bad and good luck; always found in the midst of trouble to the point where Barry had to get involved, but somehow always coming out victorious and unscathed. It got to the point where Barry had noticed this, and even the chief of your department, making a new subdivision just for you- that if Barry or his team called for help, you were to be in charge of going, assessing the situation and calling in more if needs be. You and the speedster turned out to be quite the duo, and the none stop flirting between you two never distracted either of you enough to be a problem.

“Alright, what do you need me to do?” You asked.

“I’ll take care of any who are armed, you come in and handcuff them and call in the cars when we’re done?” He asked.

“Sounds good.” You agreed.

You got outside, and waited around the corner with the speedster. 10 minutes passed. Then 20. Then half an hour. Then a full hour, and by then you knew that it was false lead, making you get up and turn to the speedster. “Sorry, looks like your source of information isn’t that reliable.” You told him. Barry sighed.

“Sorry for keeping you out so long.” He apologised.

“Eh, don’t worry about it, better safe than sorry.” You assured him. “How about you buy me lunch to make up for it?” You suggested. Barry peaked up, getting up himself.

“Really? Like… like a date?” He asked. You nodded. “Wait for real?”

“Yeah… well you weren’t getting the hint with the flirting so I decided to be more upfront.” You told him.

“Wait… you were being serious with the flirting, not just for fun?” He asked, still in disbelief.

“Well it was also for fun… What do you say?” You asked him.

“Yeah! Sound great, I’d love to!” Barry eagerly responded. “Um, I guess that means I’d better tell you my actual identity.” He realised, going to remove his headpiece, before you stopped him.

“Meet me at that new bar down the road from the precinct after my work finished, and just come up and say something. Let it be a surprise for me to see if I can guess it’s you before you approach me.” You told him, before turning and walking off.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

*Not my gif

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liveoutimagination · 5 years

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Sweet Escape I - Bob Morley Imagine

requested: no word count: ~2290 warnings: swearing pairing: none yet, later female!reader x bob morley summary: y/n works at nycc as a volunteer and while she’s not new to it, she’s still extremely nervous because this year, she actually gets a chance to meet and talk to her favorite actor - bob morley. A/N: so this is my first imagine since about two years so my english and writing might be a little rusty. anyway - this is definitely a slow one. gotta set some base for the next parts. also don’t mind the mistakes/failed grammar/misspellings/whatever. it’s way to late already and i wanted to throw this out right now.

feedback is most welcome! also, feel free to hmu if you want to be added to the tag-list for the next part

It was my 5th year working as a volunteer at new york comic con, yet I had never been this nervous. Over the past years, I had been working at different conventions and therefore got in contact with several celebrities, why one might think I eventually got used to being eye to eye with people like Jensen Ackles, Grant Gustin or Robert Downey Jr. - yet that was nothing but wishful thinking, considering this very moment.

During my second year, I got my first chance to work at both – the panels and the backstage/vip area. And I loved it! It was that moment I realized this was the kind of thing I wanted to do for a living. Unfortunately being a volunteer didn't pay off very well. Well, it didn't pay off anything at all – besides free access to the current con of course. But I was certain it was the best opportunity to gain experience before trying my luck in other areas.

So, again, one should think I got used to all of this over the years, but this time was different. As the schedules were sent out, my heart skipped a beat and as if he knew it, my comic con-best friend called only seconds after we received the mail.

“(Y/N), you okay?”, Dan asked as soon as I picked up.

“This has to be a joke...”, I mumbled both – in shock and excitement.

We met during my first year, while he had been there the third time. After sharing our first shift we were basically inseparable. Dan and I clicked instantly – sharing the same interests and liking the same shows. During the following years, we always met a few days in advance, spending some time together before we would be stressed out as hell and sleep-deprived from the upcoming days working and running around. That's why I wasn't even surprised he called this quickly once we got the news.

“Nah, don't think it is.”, he chuckled, while I got up, unable to steady neither my pace nor my heartbeat.

“Dan, I'm dying. I'm literally dying right now. This can't be real!”, I exclaimed still running around like some hyperactive 5-year-old.

“Looks quite real to me. Calm down, (Y/N). Isn't that what you've wanted ever since the pilot aired?”, his voice was way too steady at this moment and it almost drove me crazy.

This was the only difference between the two of us. While I was head over heels over the actors of my favorite character, Dan just enjoyed some good storytelling. And that's exactly why I freaked out the moment I read I would be in charge of the vip and panel area during the whole con, which also included the one the cast of The 100 would be there. Not only was it a huge responsibility, no, but I would also meet the actors I had adored for years now.

“No... I mean, yes! Of course! But I can't do this. I'm going to fuck everything up!”

“Language!”

“Shut up, Captain E-Rated! This is some serious shit! How am I gonna keep my cool and be professional when I see Marie. And Richard. And Lindsey!”

Yes, I was definitely freaking out – more than I should.

“What, you're not going to mention your all-time sweetheart?”, Dan teased me, making me blush right away and I was glad he couldn’t see my face right now. I knew he was right and so did he. Yes, the thought of seeing Bob Morley in person was the actual reason for keeping me on my toes. Not that I'd admit it, though.

“Fuck off, asshat! You're so not helpful, it's like I'm talking to Isaac.”, I responded as I fell on my bed.

“Just tell me what to do...”, I muttered, face pressed into one of the pillows.

Laughter from the other side of the phone.

“How about you take a few deep breaths and then you're going to be as charming and quick-witted as always?”

“I hate you...”

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Within a matter of seconds, I threw my pillow downwards next to my bed.

“Die...”, I grumbled, slowly coming to my senses.

It was still dark outside when the alarm went off and I didn't know who to blame for the most annoying start of the day ever – myself for wanting to get up hours before we had to leave or Dan's alarm, which was the most nerve-wracking thing I ever heard.

“Good morning, too...”, a male voice muttered not sounding any less tired.

For the past days, Dan stayed over at my place and actually managed to get my constant and quite spontaneous fan-girl-outbursts under control. While the first day at comic con went by smoothly, reality hit me again once we got back home last night. Even though it was late already, we stayed up way longer than we should have and only got a few hours of sleep. Mainly my fault but what should a girl do? Yet, no matter how grateful I was only a few hours ago as I finally calmed down again, now we had to take the bitter pill. Pulling my blanket over my head, I turned around, letting out a long, exhausted sigh.

“How 'bout we call in sick today?”, I asked – half joking, half serious.

“Nah, we're gonna make it somehow... and you don't wanna miss the party, do ya?”

I hated to admit it, but he was right. If I'd skip work today, but would show up at the party, I had been working at nycc for the longest time. It was probably the most exciting part of the con. Everyone – volunteers, organization, exhibitors and actors – they all came together for a few drinks, amazing food and some nice music. And there was not a chance I would miss out on that.

The next moment my blanket disappeared and I heard Dan walking towards the door.

“Don't. You. Dare. To ...”

Before I could even finish my sentence, the room turned bright – too bright. Shielding my eyes, I somehow managed to sit up.

“Bastard.”

“Jon or Ramsay?”

“Joffrey.”

“Ouch, that hurts.”

“You're welcome.”

“So, how about I make us some coffee and you take a shower? You reek.”, he suggested, well-aware that coffee was the only thing powerful enough to actually get me on my feet, literally speaking.

“I said Joff, not Ramsay.”, I responded, my words followed by a yawn. “But fine. Zombie awakener style?”

“Always. Now move your lazy ass before I have to kick it.”

Waving in his direction I signalized him to go ahead. I always wondered how Dan could be so energetic, even in the morning after a day like yesterday. Maybe he was a morning person but me? Not so much. After staying put a few more seconds, eventually, I got up, dragging myself toward carefully picked outfit placed on a chair. Even though we all had to wear the same shirts, it didn't mean I couldn't up my game at least a little. Even if it would be a first. Usually, I just wore some comfy sweats and sneakers, but today my favorite pair of jeans, a cute long-sleeve, which I would wear underneath the staff-shirt, and my not so cheap Converse would do. Still comfortable but not as Netflix and chill as my usual attire. I even managed to decide on what to wear tonight yesterday, so the most irritating part was already done.

After taking a quick shower I prepared my skin for another not so common part – putting on makeup. But before I would even think about painting on my face like an empty canvas, I had to get my own personal drug.

The rest of the morning passed rather uneventful – We both got dressed, I decided to keep my make up simple for the day and while Dan prepared everything for later when we got back home, I refilled our to-go cups.

Until midday, it felt like any other day. I ran some errands, briefly switched positions with some newcomers and the guys and girls working alongside with me finally got used to the hectic work. Thanks to everything on my schedule I didn't get any chance to ponder over what was to come in the second half of the day.

But once I met Dan for lunch, it struck me like lightning all over again.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”, I exclaimed, checking my appearance in my smartphone's front camera.

It was obvious I hadn't just been sitting around doing nothing during the last hours.

Fortunately Dan already got used to these outbursts during the past few days, which was probably why he only let out an almost bored yawn.

“You're gonna make it someh ”

Stopping mid-sentence, he suddenly unbent, his eyes averted from and looking past me.

“The fuck is it now?”, I asked. Not even annoyed, but nervous as hell.

“(Y/N)... promise me you won't freak out if you turn around.”

“Why would I Oh! My! God!”

Turning the direction he was looking, my eyes set on Bobby – and not only him. No, the whole cast of The 100 sat only a few tables away from us, having lunch themselves.

Even after some seconds passed, I was still staring. Trying to clear my throat, I blinked a few times.

“I... I probably should stop staring like some crazy fan...”, I mumbled.

“Seems like a good Nope, too late.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about, as Richard rose his glance, looking our direction. He must have said something to his co-stars because slowly they all turned towards us.

“Fuck...”, I said under my breath, pretty sure I ruined everything.

That’s until suddenly something came up my mind. Something that would either be my downfall or lifeline. A bright smile appeared on my lips as I turned back to Dan before getting up.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?”, he questioned, a skeptical expression on his face.

“Saving my ass or digging my grave.”

Taking a deep breath, I headed straight for their table, making sure my badge was in sight.

Professional. Be Professional. Come on, (Y/N), you can do it!

My smile turned bright and cheerful, the moment I arrived next to them.

“Hey! Sorry about the staring just now. I was trying to figure out whether now would be a good time to hit you up for a sec.”

My voice was firm, almost getting my hopes up, I could survive this without showing my inner fan-girl screaming loudly. That's until – out of all people – Bobby replied.

“Seems like you've made up your mind a little too quick.”, he said, leading me to make a face for a moment.

“Oh...”, was the only sound leaving my throat, as I stood there dumbfounded.

“I'm kidding. What's up?”

His expression softened and he gave me his breathtaking smile, which never failed to make my knees go weak.

Dammit! Get yourself together!

Coughing slightly, I briefly shook my head – lips pressed together in half a smile, half annoyance.

“Yeah, right... So, I... I just wanted to introduce myself quickly before you guys go backstage. I'm (Y/N) and I'll be your girl Friday in a few. Figured it wouldn't hurt if you knew my face beforehand.”, I finished, giving them a warm smile.

For a brief moment, everybody nodded, returning my smile, before Eliza playfully punched Bob.

“Guess you better hadn't said that before.”, she addressed him, grinning.

“Yeah, you really shouldn't hoax the one bringing you drinks and food.”, Marie joined in, laughing.

“Was nice knowing you, man.”, Richard added, not any less amused.

Their behavior was infectious, why I couldn't help but join in and therefore spoke before even giving a thought to it.

“Good thing I like my victims to see my face at least one time before they bite the dust.”

“My, my looks like we've got a feisty one.”, Lindsey laughed before the others joined her.

“You feeling alright buddy?”

Eliza placed her hand on Bobby's shoulder, who obviously had given up, shaking his head in silent laughter as it seemed.

“Absolutely. It's great to see you're all totally fine with me being poisoned.”, he said, both – playfully and devastated – at once.

Still chuckling a little, I clapped my hand.

“Alright. I guess I'll let you enjoy your last moments alive and I'll see you guys later.”

As much as I enjoyed the little chat, I knew I had to finish lunch before getting back to work in a few. Not to mention that I didn't want to take up their time any longer. Even though they didn't seem to mind my presence. Within seconds most of them said their goodbyes – though it wouldn't be for long – and I turned around, ready to walk away.

“See you, (Y/N)! And try not to kill me before the panel.” Bob spoke, making my heart skip a beat as I heard my name from his lips.

“Yeah, we'll see about that.”, I responded teasingly, one last glance over my shoulder, giving him a lopsided grin.

Heading back to Dan, I gave him a thumbs up, smiling stupidly happy and – what's more important – incredibly proud of how well everything went. It felt like this was exactly what I needed so I wouldn't freak out later again with no one to calm my nerves around.

#bob morley imagine #the 100 cast imagine #the 100 imagine #bob morley x reader #my stuff

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myfeetkeepdancing · 5 years

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Nickname: none really

Gender: male

Astrological sign: ♊ Gemini

Height: around 1.85m--ish

Sexuality: depends on the day

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Favorite animal(s): Dogs above all else! But please, keep cats away from me. One way or another they always manage to hurt me.

Number of blankets: One thic boi

Where I’m from: Somewhere below the sea level in the Netherlands

Dream trip: Roadtrip through America. Or a visit to Japan/New Zealand.

When I created this account: Around September 2017. First post was made in February 2018.

Why I created this account: I started with Barry Allen(Grant Gustin) reader fanfics. Made some gifs out of boredom. And eventually rolled into Tom Holland/Peter Parker x Male!reader fics. Couldn’t find much back then. Decided to write some myself. And here we are!

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supercap2319 · 7 months

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"Y/N? This is embarrassing." Barry stated as his boyfriend flew them high in the sky over Central City. Barry had gotten himself into a sticky situation with a meta, and Y/N had to come and bail him out.

"That's a weird way to say thank you." Y/N said.

"I'm sorry, it's just.... no one in the Central City will think the Flash can save them if he always needs saving himself."

"That's ridiculous."

"Ummm.... guys?" Chester's voice came on their comms.

"What's up, Chester?" Barry asked.

"CCPN just released a photo of you guys. With a caption on their cover story that reads: 'Flash. Hero Wonder? Or Weenie Blunder?'"

Barry looks at Y/N. "I told you."

#Barry Allen x male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #barry allen #the flash #the flash x reader #the flash x you #the flash x male reader #grant gustin #Grant Gustin x male reader #the flash cw #powerpuff girls #powerpuff girls male reader

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 1 year

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Man Down ~ B.A.

A/n: I haven’t watched the show in a long enough time that I forgot all the crisis events and I don’t want to go back and watch any of them soooo I just made it Savitar era centered. Hints of Savitar x reader like. Everywhere. Sorry about that lol

Request: “...Barry x male reader, reader gets hurt trying to protect Barry during a crisis event?” By anon

Word Count: 5200+

MASTERLIST

When Caitlyn sat down next to me, we both knew it was too late, but I admired her for trying anyway. Even before she spoke, I knew what she was going to say. I could tell in the way her lips curved into a frown and her wide eyes begged, but her words had no energy to them, that she knew it too. That she recognized the way I was acting. That she saw through my calm and comforting and reassurance. My hopelessness underneath, mourning so much more than Iris West’s death.

Mourning my own.

It had been months of fighting back Savitar. So long trying to save Iris’ life. To change the future. They’d made some progress here and there, but…. Ultimately not enough. It was obvious that Barry wouldn’t be able to stop it. Wouldn’t be able to save her. And Barry Allen couldn’t live without Iris West.

What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t do everything in my power to keep them together?

A different back and forth had been happening, other than the battle of wills between Barry and his time duplicate. A battle of love. For years, I’d longed for Barry to stop looking at his best friend and to pay attention to me. To level those adoring eyes and loving gazed onto me instead of her. He never did. Sometimes I thought he might, almost like he was considering it. Just like the days that Iris almost paid attention to Barry. Almost saw him as something other than a brother, as she had decided he was. Almost.

Almost only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades, as the song goes. So I’d decided that if it came down to it - me or her - Barry would chose her. He already had, and he would again. He would be mad at me for doing this. He would be so, so angry. But he’d get over it eventually. He’d move on and reconcile. They’d fall in love one day. There was a newspaper by line proving it. He would be happy with her. One day his almost would turn into an absolute. He might not forget his friend, who had once been, but he would be happier in the end if this was me instead of her.

So I would die instead.

“Please don’t do it.”

I smiled when Caitlyn finally spoke. It was a lie when I smiled, when I looked at her with confusion. “Do what?”

Her gaze bore into mine. “I don’t know.” There was already mourning in her tone. Oh Caitlyn… poor Caitlyn. How much had she lost? How many? My one regret - I could t spare my other friends from my loss. “I don’t know what you’re planning, but you’ve been acting different. And it’s worrying me.”

I looked away, face scrunched as I worked on the design Cisco had asked me to work on. He had a new suit idea for the future, and being more gifted with a needle than him, I was usually the one he went to. I hoped to finish it before it was too late. Now it was an easy thing to focus on. To play casual with. “You worry too much Caitlyn.” A boldfaced lie. We all knew she worried exactly as much as she should. All her friends were suicidally wreckless. “I have no plans.” Another lie. I looked up at her, smiling again. “I’m worried about Iris too, but I know Barry will pull through. He always does.” I winked, nudging her. Too many lied for what was probably our last person to person conversation. “I promise, okay?”

She didn’t respond to that. She looked at the suit I was making. Like it was proof. And it was, in a way. Hadn’t I not been working on it this whole time? Hadn’t I said it would take me a while? Hadn’t I told Cisco it would be a while, with the little details I had to work out and all the stress around us? Too much stress, too much to do, not enough time to handle it all.

The fact that I was making time for this - I might have yelled it was my final act at the top of my lungs. Not that I had to, for the people that could see the unspoken words in the way I said goodbye and the words I didn’t say and the things I did or didn’t do. Not for people like Caitlyn. She would have always ended up here, unable to stop me but desperate to try, knowing I would do anything to save Barry from the agony he was facing. Knowing that I loved him enough to destroy myself.

Her best of all, who had seen it in her fiancé’s face the day he had promised to see her again, knowing he was doomed to die. Of Caitlyn. Poor, brilliant, amazing, wonderful Caitlyn. If only I could spare you from reliving this again…

I looked away, back toward my sewing. She didn’t believe me, we both knew it. But there was nothing else to be said. So we didn’t speak again, sitting in the last silence we’d get together. Too few days now until Iris was supposed to die. Until I would take her place instead.

“You know, it’s weird.” I looked up when Savatar spoke to me, no longer startled at the way he simply appeared in my room. He had been doing this since the day he had been exposed for who he was. The first time it had been terrifying, but it had soon become clear as to why he did it anyway, and over time I had gotten used to it.

“What’s weird?” I asked calmly, returning to my sewing. “The fact that you keep breaking into your future partner’s bedroom before even meeting in your own proper timeline, or the fact that I’m seeing a suit you don’t recognize?”

Savitar fought a smile. He was doom and gloom unless he was around me. Apparently in the future we fell in love or whatever. I couldn’t imagine knowing what I know now, and still falling in love with him. Knowing what he would do. Who he would become. How he would destroy the man I love now. Apparently, the future was a wild place. Or… would have been. How it’ll never have happened. Not for me and not for hun.

Perhaps we were soulmates after all.

“I knew I shouldn’t have reacted to that suit you’re making. Spoilers.”

I snorted, unable to handle the hilarity in a time duplicate coming backward in time to kill someone just to ensure his own existence, using Barry’s memories to put himself on top the whole time. He was a walking spoiler. His backstory alone was the most raw look into what was supposed to happen yet.

“So not the suit then,” I decided on, looping back to his original comment. “What’s weird?” I looked up at him briefly before returning to my work. I couldn’t help the tender spot I had for him. He was a darker, sadder Barry. All the same memories and expressions and body language but with more pain than even my Barry had. It was in my very blood and bones to want to cheer him up. To want to make it better. That I did understand. I knew that a future me would have carried that softness and kindness toward him. He had mention that was how he had fallen in love with me - the one who treated him like a person, who recognized and cared for him.

Perhaps that was how I managed to fall in love with him as well. The way that he was Barry enough to count, but different enough that it wasn’t bitter. Wasn’t overwhelming. Different enough that he wasn’t obsessed with Iris. We probably would have been happy.

Savitar watched me, as if studying me. “I love watching your mind work. All the things you never say that simply click together in your mind.” He swallowed, and I knew he was thinking about how much he missed me. Future me, who loved him without guilt. I wonder if he visited the older me when he wasn’t actively spending time taunting Barry and making plans to kill Iris. I wonder if future me knew where he was, what he was doing.

I sighed. He was right, I really did have too many thoughts to speak them out loud so rarely. He really did know me like no one else did. It was jarring. “You didn’t answer my question. What’s weird?”

His smile finally won out. It edged on a smirk, but was a little too soft around the edges while he looked at me. He looked so much less intimidating like this. So much more like Barry. “To see it happen like this. To see the seeds planted of our future even before we existed in the same way. To know you so deeply, when you don’t know me at all, knowing that later you’ll know me as deeply and I will be the one who’s surprised by it.” He sat down at the table across from me, studying my face. “I always wondered what it was like to go into a relationship knowing someone, hearing stories, being aware of the steps even before they happen. When I opened my eyes the first time and you smiled at me. When I realized that you were different, and I found out that you knew me all this time ago. I wondered if you started falling in love with me before I was created. I wondered if my coming back in time was an influence for you, as you being so familiar and comfortable with me so quickly was an influence for me. I had this idea in my mind that we were this never ending cycle. That we ended up together simply because we already knew we would end up together.”

My smile grew dry. “Time travel is a weird one,” I agreed. “And I can imagine what you mean. But… no. I don’t know when my future self fell in love with you, but it wasn’t now. It isn’t now for me at least. Maybe now that the future has changed it’ll be different.” I shrugged, not looking up. Thinking about how I would die, driven by my love for Barry. About how I would never get the chance to fall in love with Savitar to begin with.

His eyes narrowed. He leaned forward, catching my wrist. I looked up at him - and I saw it in his eyes. I saw the understanding and the accusation. I saw the rage there, as I’d seen it in Caitlyn. The mourning turning quickly to denial. To refusal. He saw my resolve, my plan, even though he couldn’t understand what it was or how I had come up with it. Why I had.

“What are you planning?” He demanded.

I met his eyes evenly, deflating a bit. It was harder to lie to this man. Not just because of his face, or his voice. Not just because he was so like Barry that he had a hold on me from day one. Now he was his own man, esperare from Barry, and he still had a hold on me. A part of me perhaps already did care for him. Perhaps that was the part that would have loved him one day. If we’d had the chance.

“I don’t have a plan.” My voice was even and unrelenting. His eyes flared with anger for a moment, and it seemed that he might lash out. But I was special to him. He didn’t know Iris, and he specifically hated Barry. Everyone else was lost to him. Strangers who estranged themselves. Who shut him out first. But me? I was supposed to be the love of his life. He couldn’t be the monster he became so easily around the others. The violence he didn’t struggle to harness for them was impossible with me. We both knew it. He melted, slowly at first but then very suddenly all at once. He fell from his chair, moving around the table at super speed to kneel in front of me. He turned my chair so that he could move close to me. His hands rested on my wrists, and he held my gaze. There was a deep desperation there. Pleading. Very like the look that Caitlyn had given me. “I don’t have your memories. I don’t remember what you did, or do, or how you change through time. I… I can only beg. I will do anything for you, just please let it happen.”

My frown twisted into almost a snarl. Almost. I couldn’t quite bring true bitterness to use against him either, as he could not summon violence against me. We were trapped in our love for each other. In our softness, at the very least. “Why would I do anything you asked me to?”

He searched my eyes, and then sighed with relief when he found it. Found the part of me still fighting to survive. He recognized that I hadn’t completely given up. Completely committed myself to death. What sentient creature didn’t have survival reflexes that fought to extend those last moments? Who didn’t cling to life, even when death was inevitable?

He saw that part of me that fought and he sought to encourage it. “You find love after him. You’re so happy with me. We get married in the place from your dream board. Every dream you had comes true. You have a whole life, Y/n. You have eternity. It feels like eternity for us. It feels like forever. Where I’m from, it’s only been a few years, but I’ve been to the future. I’m a hero because of you. I take Barry’s place. That horrible world that he created for a while, when he leaves everyone behind - I fill it. You help me. We become the new team Flash. It’s… it’s different,” and it’s a plea when he says it. A desperate sell to get me to see the future he does. To want it. To believe in it. To fight for it. Or, more accurately, to not fight because of it. To give up and let it all happen. “But it’s ours. He never loves you. He never will. But I will. I see what he doesn’t. What he won’t. And we’re so much happier than they ever could have been. We’re worth it. We’re worth this.”

I can’t help myself. Even for Savatar, who I want to hate, who I’m going to destroy, I can’t bring myself not to want to reassure him. As I reassured Caitlyn last time, and have reassured Harry and Cisco and Barry and Iris and even Joe. I lean close, and I press a kiss to his forehead. His eyes flutter close and he leans into me, hands loosening their death grip as he melts into the affection. The first time I have showed it to him, as I am. A sign that I am capable of becoming the person who loves him. A beacon of hope I’m sure. I kiss him and I hold him when he leans into me and I close my eyes and, worst of all, I lie to him. “I won’t do it. I won’t do anything. I want that future with you. I want to be happy. I want to be loved. I want to be with you.” And it isn’t a complete lie. There are truths there that ring in my voice, making it warmer and filling it with light and hope and joy.

Half lies are so much easier to believe.

And he does believe them.

Savitar leans away from me, a hand rising to push hair behind my ear as he looks into my gaze and sees tears. “Can I kiss you?” He asked this question only once, always seeking out how much affection he’s allowed to show me. Until now, I couldn’t face something like that. The betrayal to Barry that it would be. We barely got to hugging until tonight.

But tonight… I’m going to die for Barry. I’m going to give him the ultimate sacrifice for his happiness. I can be a little selfish. Take a small betrayal for myself.

“Yes,” I whisper. Savitar doesn’t wait to be told again - he just kisses me. He has been waiting for this and I can tell. I’ve been waiting for it too, and that takes me by surprise. This weird in between, where kissing him is the daydream of kissing Barry that I have king craved, but also something completely new and separate and not about Barry at all. The part of me that will always love Barry meets the part of me that finds it easier and easier to love Savitar and I finally understand. They are the same part. I never moved on from Barry to love Savitar. It was new and also the same. Me getting everything I ever wanted and also something completely different. Me holding onto what I’ve been holding onto since day one, but also letting it go too. I didn’t move on from Barry - it was like dating his brother or his best friend. It was unfair to Savitar and even more unfair to me.

This darker me with these far more selfish desires…. It was sickening to think about. How could I have done this?

Now it was clearer than ever that I was going to go with the plan I’d picked. I was sure. I wouldn’t become the person Savitar knew me as. I wouldn’t let that version of me win. Not this time. Not ever.

The device wrapped around my wrist, disguised as a bracelet, had a wire attached that ran underneath my long sleeve, up my arm to the power source on my chest. The full body machine had been beautifully effective in making me not only look like Iris West, but being one hundred convincing in proving that I was her. I could smell her perfume, reach up and almost feel the curl on her hair. I would die as Iris West and no one would have time to recognize me, let alone stop me. They’d only have time to mourn me. And with Savatar’s defeat following so close after my own, I doubted they’d have the capacity to do anything other than celebrate.

Just as they always did. Take a moment and then let it go. Continue to be happy and successful, as the friends we’d lost along the way would want. And that was true, I did want them to be happy. I only wished I could have seen it.

Savatar had me in his grip, and I flinched as he gripped me a little too tightly. There was no softness now. No tenderness spared for the person he loved. I was Iris to him now. He wouldn’t realize he had killed the person most precious to him until it was too late.

I felt bad for him. It felt terrible that I was making him do this. That he was choosing to do it. That, perhaps, the forces of the universes drove him to be in such a position that we were all partially guilty. For treating him poorly. For having to kill Iris to survive. To choose between the woman he loved once, and the person he would come to love after. To chose between the man he had once been and the man he was made into after he wasn’t that man anymore. After he stopped being Barry and everyone turned on him.

My eyes closed when his fingers wrapped around my throat, my head tilting back as I felt the sun on my face for the last time.

Barry screamed.

Someone else screamed even louder.

My eyes flew open, recognizing Iris’s voice. She had her blazer opened, revealing the device on her chest. The one I had out there to turn her into me. To make her look like me so that she could hide until it was all over. So she could live.

What in the holy hell was she doing now?

Whatever it was, whatever play she had been trying to make at the last moment to save my life, it had been too late. Savatar flicked his wrist, gripping hard as he began to speed up, letting the speed force take him. He soon slammed to a halt as he processed that Iris was standing so far from him when she was supposed to be in his grip. That she was in two places at once.

Unfortunately for me, he had moved, and in shock he had loosened his grip. Barry didn’t have super strength, neither did Savatar. I ripped from him, going flying as my body rag dolled. I slammed into something solid. A tree? A wall? I couldn’t quite tell, my vision was blurry and spotted and for a second I couldn’t breathe. Everything spun and I was stunned - frozen in a moment of free fall and terror. Iris was supposed to have been zipped away, neck snapped and eyes dead to the world. Everything had gone wrong…

And then it went even worse.

The pain came all at once as my moment frozen in time ended. The agony of my burning body as I groaned while trying to scream. I realized immediately that my leg was broken and there was something wrong with my chest. Maybe a rib broken as well? Definitely a concussion. I blinked my eyes and saw blood around my face. Oh… I had hit something very hard indeed. Several broken things and a head wound. I was horribly injured, but perhaps not mortally.

Savitar was above me, tears streaming down his face. “Why?” He was asking, over and over again. Trying to understand. Failing to do so. I realized that in the process of my injury, the machine hiding who I was had broken. I was exposed as myself now, and all his softness was back. No betrayal. No anger. Just loss. Only mourning.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. And I realized that I had said it every single time he had asked me. A mantra of my own to match his.

He had lost the chance to kill Iris. In running to my side, the time had passed and as he looked down at me we both knew it. Love had won out in the end. But not our love. His love for me maybe, but my love for Barry. Barry’s love for Iris. A cycle of unrequited, unreturned devotion. An unending string of broken hearts.

As the pain took over and I went unconscious, I saw his skin begin to fade away, turning into waves of light and energy. He unwound and spun off into the breeze, and he cried for me and I cried for him and we watched the other fade away as our friends watched the two of us, unsure if or even how to help.

The last thing I saw was him, still asking why, me still answering in echoing apologies, and my friends still watching in horror.

I woke up in the infirmary bed that Barry had laid in, in a coma a few years ago now. I woke up to see him sitting in a chair next to me, as I’d sat in a chair next to him. I had been apart of the team building the particle accelerator. I had been a designer. An engineer. I put metal and fabric together with the same fingers, the same methods. Back then I hadn’t been here for the day it all went wrong. I’d moved onto another project, one I’d be kicked from when my name got dragged through the mud and my credibility was demolished. Caitlyn, Wells, and Cisco had welcomed me back with open arms, and though I couldn’t do much in studying Barry, I was a good comfort. Even with him unconscious I’d found myself falling for him in the stories that were told and the things people shared with him while unconscious to get him to respond. To get him to come back. I admired hun through their eyes, and felt their love until he one day was awake and had become my friend and I got to love him in a way that was all my own.

Now it was a bit startling to see him next to me, hand holding mine and completely unconscious. Just as he had found me the first day he had woken up. Dutiful and beside him like a guardian. A watcher, waiting for him to wake him as he waited for me now.

“Barry?” I went to pull my hand away and he stirred immediately, desperately holding onto me as he lifted his head, blinking bleary eyes heavy with sleep. He looked around the room, obviously not expecting the interruption to have come from me. How many times had the others had to drag him from this room? Oh god why did that make my heart do somersaults?

When he realized I was awake he light up. Still tired but far more alert, as it super charged by seeing me awake and seemingly better. I hurt but I could muster a smile and that seemed to be enough. He whispered my name, pressing his lips to my knuckles. “You’re awake,” he mumbled dreamily. Like it was the most important news he had ever gotten.

I couldn’t help it. I blushed. “Yes. I am.”

He chuckled and I watched him as he wiped sleep from his eyes. “Sorry,” he apologized. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep. I’ve been doing that a lot, here, in this chair. Gotta be bad for my back.” He tilted his head in an attempt to pop his neck, but didn’t let go of my hand.

“Barry,” I began slowly, eyes narrowing as I tried to make sense of what was happening in front of me. “I’m lost.”

He smiled, as if I had done something rather adorable. These were one of those almost-maybe moments where I thought he might have loved me if things were different. It took me by surprise now, lasting longer than it usually did. His tender admiration didn’t fade or switch out or get embarrassed or distracted and flee. He turned his full attention toward me without hesitation. “I can imagine how… disorienting it would be. To almost die trying to save Iris for me, only to wake up and… it’s all different now.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Different how?”

He grew quiet for a moment, holding my hand and letting his thumb run back and forth across my skin. When he spoke, I found that I hadn’t been breathing the whole time. It was too much but I didn’t dare stop him. I didn’t dare stop him. “When I realized it had been you the whole time. That all this time, I had been watching you die. Not Iris. Or, maybe Iris, but that this time it was you. That somewhere maybe it changed. I saw something else too. I saw her guilt, and found out how long she’d known what you were doing. She didn’t even come that day - Harry did. Disguised as Iris to save you, willing to sacrifice his life for yours. Both of you so brave and amazing. And… I can’t imagine what it would be like to know you were going to die and then seeing an alternative. But, I understood you more than I did her after that. You get me in a way she never will. I sacrifice myself for people too. That’s what being a hero is about. And I am a hero to some people. I try to be a hero as much as I can be. I want to be a person who stands with pride. Not with guilt. And… it made me love you even more. It made me realize that I’ve had these feelings for you for a while.”

I blinked. “That’s impossible.”

Barry laughed, once, startled by my reaction. “You’d have thought. I was sick over Iris…” he shook his head. “But I realized, it was obsession more than love. I was fixated on her. I couldn’t have any other relationships, couldn’t even entertain them. I was trapped by this idea of destiny. The newspaper and Earth 2 and Eobard Thawne and Eddie dying. It was like we had this great destiny. Like I had to be with her. I was expected to be. It was all leading to this. And I realized that a part of it was that it felt useless to try anything else. My future had already been decided. And part of it was that it felt like a prize. For being a hero, and for being patient. For waiting for her. It felt like a reward.” He scowled. “And I realized that’s a super toxic mentality to have. Iris isn’t s prize, or a reward - she’s a person. And I kept treating her like she was only going to be happy if she was with me. That we were two halves of a whole. But she’s a whole person by herself, and she’s capable and worthy of happiness on her own.” He shrugged. “Between that and my love for you, surging in this moment… I just felt like an idiot. I’d spent so much time wasted on a relationship I’d already failed by feeling like I was owed something. I’m not, and it’s different with you. Freer. This happened naturally, and despite everything else. Against all odds. It was given to me, I worked for it. No destiny, no predetermination. Just you and me. No god or fate involved. And I like it better this way.”

My heart surged, and my eyes went wide. “Barry Allen, did you just say you’re in love with me?”

He laughed, this time for a while, and he kissed my hand again. “That was.. a lot, all at once.” He sighed, grabbing my hands between both of his. “I’m sorry, let’s start with something more simple. How are you feeling?”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Wonderful.”

He beamed back. “Perfect. Can I kiss you?”

It felt like a dream as I whispered, “Yes.” He kissed me and I thought about when I had kissed Savitar. We had both dodged relationships that were bad for us. He had been obsessed with Iris his entire life, eternally pining and blinded, treating her like so much less than a person. And I had done the same with Savitar. Iris had been an idea to him, as Savitar was a missed opportunity I had seized in a new and different way.

How much better that we lived in the timeline where s’more genuine love won out. That we chose each other and got to be our best selves, instead of pushing for relationships that we wanted no matter the cost. No matter protest or person. This… this was freer. More innocent. Kinder.

“I love you,” I whispered, and I felt no guilt. Only joy. I imagine that the other me must have felt a lot of guilt. But not this me. Not this time. Finally I was free of that.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, and I heard it in his voice too. The freedom. The joy. The love.

How wonderful was that?

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wonderswritings · 5 years

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Request Guidelines

I’ve had a lot of people messaging me asking what my guidelines are for requesting because the one I have up does not have enough information on it so I’ve updated my guidelines:

*When you request something, please Be Clear with what you want. I need more than steve rogers smut or fluff? This gives me nothing to write with.

*I reserve the right to reject a request. I try my hardest to write each request I receive but it does get the best of me and I never get around to do it. If you do send in a request and I do not either: 1) know who the person is 2) you hound me repeatedly for the story, on or off anon 3) I’m uncomfortable writing it, I have the right not to write it

*If you request anything NSFW, you MUST be older than 18. I can not stress how important this is.

*I will do oneshots, drabbles, imagines, mood boards, and a short series (if needed)

If you do not follow the guidelines, I WILL delete the request.

Do NOT hound me. I understand asking about, or seeing if I’ve gotten the request because of how stupid Dumblr is, but hounding me to write it and publish it is not going to make me write it any faster or post it and there is a chance that I’ll just delete the ask.

Here is a list of who I will write for: Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor, T’Challa, Clint Barton, Logan Howlett Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Jesus DC Comics: Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Mon-El, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Vampire Diaries/Originals: Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson Actors: Chris Evans, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Stephen Amell, Grant Gustin, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln

I am willing to write: Marvel: Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Loki, Peter Quill Supernatural: Crowley, Rowena, John Winchester The Walking Dead: Carl Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Negan DC Comics: Kara Danvers, Wally West, Sara Lance, Ray Palmer, Nathan Heywood, Leonard Snart, Aquaman Actors: Tom Holland, Chandler Riggs, Daniel Gillies, Chris Hemsworth, Kit Harington, Jason Momoa Game of Thrones: Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Khal Drogo Greys Anatomy: Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan, Owen Hunt, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery

I will not write: Polyamory, Incest, Smut for Peter Parker, Carl Grimes, Tom Holland and Chandler Riggs

Frequently asked Questions: Do you write person of colors stories? I have never written for a person of color for the simple fact that I wouldn’t know how to write them. There’s differences between a white person and a person of color so I wouldn’t know how to portray them without offending anyone.

How do you feel writing for the LGBTQ community? I am comfortable writing for the LGBTQ community, I just tend not to unless someone requests me to. I do not want to offend anyone so most of my stories the reader is a girl, and a few stories I will do a gender neutral reader

Do you write male x male, female x female? I have written a girl x girl story where the requester asked for Supergirl to be switched as her male counterpart but I wrote it as a girl x girl story. I also have a Black Widow story that hints at a little something in the past which is a girl x girl. If someone requests a specific pairing like male x male or girl x girl, I would have no problem writing it.

How do you write Y/N? Y/N is generally based off of me. I try not to write any descriptive pieces about hair/face/body because not everyone has what I write Y/N to be. If I do describe the appearance it is most always based off of me.

How do you feel about people talking to you either on your post or through your messages/anon? I have no problem with you talking to me. You can talk to me through private messaging if you don’t want it to be public, or you can talk to me through asks. If you send in an anon, I only ask that you are nice and polite. I’ve had to cut off anon and delete a lot of messages I’ve received because of the little assholes who think they’re entitled to be a dick because I haven’t done something that they like.

Do you have other writing profiles? Wattpad: Marvel_base001

How do you tag? On my side blog @capstags where my tagging system is, I have lists for each thing I write. Anything related to that topic, I tag you in it. I do ask that you reblog or comment to be tagged just because it shows that you are active

Will you put your beliefs/religion in a story you write? No. My religion and beliefs may not be the same as another persons and I do not want to offend anyone.

Do you have a permanent taglist? Originally, no. But recently I made a new taglist that is for permanent tags. That list, well post, is at @capstags and it should be the first post on there.

Will you write a story for an OC? If I have to. I tend to stay away from having to write OC’s just because of the variety of readers.

Do you write ships? No. I don’t have any interest in writing any type of ships. If I do write a story that involves a character x character story and it just so happens to a be ship, it’s coincidental. I don’t really write stories where the main pairing is a ship.

How long does it take you to upload another story chapter or a new story? I don’t actually have a time frame for when I post an update to a series or a new story. I usually will post a new story when I feel as though my followers feel as though I don’t write enough or posted enough, or when notes have gone down. For my series, it’s mainly whenever I have the next part written, or whenever I actually remember to post it.

You have a lot of discontinued stories on your master list, why? Well, for starters when I started those stories, I was really excited to share them. Then after I posted one or two parts to the story, the enthusiasm I had for it dwindled because of the response I got for it so I just stopped writing it. I have added more discontinued stories to my master list because I know for a fact that I won’t update them and it’s unfair to my readers/followers to have it open where it leaves it open for a possible update when I know I’m not going to.

Do you do challenges or anything along those lines? I have in the past done a challenge and I had only two people to actually participate. I do ships once in a blue moon but the last ships I did turned out to be a total disaster thanks to some very rude anons. I also participate in other peoples challenges. If it is a challenge that last a year or a few months (like my bingo cards) then I’ll open up a new tallest for that specific challenge, though sometimes I forget to tag that list in those challenges because I have a lot of tag lists.

Will you ever update your old unfinished series? Honestly, probably not. I started those series because I wanted to write it and then after a while, notes started to go down and I lost motivation to actually continue to write it.

#request guidelines #alice's guiedlines

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6rookie-writer0110 · 4 months

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HIII, I’d like to request a Barry Allen (grant gustin) x male reader fic, where Reader joins team flash and Barry’s been absolutely crushing on him and at first he’s nervous but then starts getting bold but it all falls on deaf ears because reader is absolutely oblivious, until one day he finally asks what he means and Barry gets nervous and maybe reader says he gonna go ask someone else and Barry stops him and tells him and reader finally gets it and starts connecting the dots. Thas all <3 jus fluff

Ok cool 👍👍

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herstarburststories · 7 years

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Brigadeiro ✘ Grant Gustin Imagine ✘

✘ A/N: LATEEEE, I KNOW. Life’s busy, ugh (school life). And I’m still without my computer, I just took my friend’s one while I’m in her house.

Hope you like it! It’s small and I decided to put a simple smut, not too much detals, but yea!

And, of course, thanks @lyss-91 for beta!

Read here my requests list.

Yellow September is over, but it’s idea isn’t. Ask for help, still alive, you matter. I’m here for you whenever you want to talk, just send me a ask or a message. It’s okay to ask for help.

I think I’ll write a Jensen Ackles versionon this... Well, let’s see!

✘ Request by @akemihughes (Tumblr isn’t letting me tag you, sorry :/): can you do a imagine Grant gustin X reader that they are dating and is super fluffy, funny and smut plz? so sorry for my english lol

✘ Disclamer: smut (little and no too much detals), fluff, original song (with no rhyme, btw xD).

"Whtcha'ya doing?" A familiar male voice helped to fill in the room's theme song, along with the low music and the humming female voice. "Good morning to you too." You turned and said with subtle irony, not really bothered. Grant rolled his eyes, but his smile lingered on his lips.

"Morning, babe." He came closer and wrapped his arms around your waist, giving your lips a lazy kiss. You pulled away before Grant deepened the kiss, leaving him pouting.

"I'm cooking brigadeiro, don't be like that." You gave a light peck on your boyfriend's pouted lips.

"Brigadeiro?" Grant repeated, stumbling on his words, making himself sound cut to your ears. You giggled, nodding as turned toward the stove, stirring the mixture into the pan. "What is this? Some typical brazilian food?"

"I wouldn't say typical food, but yeah." You shrugged, still your back to him. "It's a brazilian food, very famous, actually. You'll like it, it's basically chocolate."

"Well, it smells good." Grant stated, hugging you from behind as you looked at the pan. "And it looks like melted chocolate."

"Something like that." You smiled as you felt his head resting on your shoulder.

Feeling Grant so close and homey with you always made your heart warm, as if this situation were right. As you cooked, Grant began to hum softly and lovely in your ear, and you resisted the urge to close your eyes and be carried away by the voice of the man you loved - after all, a fire or just burning your food was not the one planned for today.

Like you're the gift

On my last birthaday

You make me feel like

I've got the happiness of my life

You used your free arm to reach your cell phone and turn off the music which played previously. You left your cell phone soon after, forgetting the electronic device already common in situations like that.

So, I'm gonna keep you

And treat you kindly

Because you're the last rose

On my heart's gardeen

I could plant anything

But I'll always love my red rose

Who could hurt me with her torns

But only cuddle me with her petals

I finally got a love who is powerful

Thank Lord, I've got you

Though I bet He's sad

Cause send His prettist angel to earth

So, I can't promise tomorrow

As I can't still in yesterday

So, make this timeless

Until there is a death break

Promise me more and better

And I'll too

Cause even when you come back to heaven

Be sure I'll be waiting for you

Paradise does exist

In two parts

One, earth with you

Two, sky's blue waitin' for us

'Cause I'll be always in love

With my angel

Feeling your grace

When my hands touch your skin

I know I'll always be in love

With my angel

With you

As a gauge, Grant's last word announced the completion of the Brigadeiro's cooking. He pulled away from you while watching you turn off the stove.

"I love to hear you sing." You reaffirmed the familiar phrase to him with a kind smile, and Grant just smiled at you.

"I love you." He said simply, as if it was as natural to love you as to breathe.

"I love you too." You said, smiling playfully then. "Do you know how to make me love you even more?"

"I think I know." Grant said suggestively, and you rolled your eyes. "Oh, really?"

"Food first, Gustin. Grab me a plate." You asked, taking the pot off the stove. Grant put a purple plate beside you on the table. "Thanks." You thanked him as changed the liquid chocolate from the pan to the plate. "We can put it in the refrigerator or let it cool down here, what do you prefer?"

"Well, I'm hungry now." Grant folded his arms and shrugged like he did not want anything, but you knew better.

"Sadly, we can't eat now exactly. Maybe a Lay's chip or..." You played the fool, suspicious of what was to come.

"Nah, I want it now." You went to the bench, sitting down on same. "Can I get a piece now?" Grant nodded, walking up to you and getting between your legs, his head hiding against your neck, but his mouth invited more guests to play: beginning to bite and leave little hickey like traces.

You spread your legs even more, letting Grant's hand run up your thigh to your panties. You could feel his smile against your neck.

Closing your eyes, you allowed him to touch you. His soft, long fingers slowly lowered your panties, spending every millisecond to take advantage of every momentary particle of it.

The first finger penetrated you slowly, making you close your eyes with a little more force, starting to feel the first drop of the pleasure's tsunami.

But suddenly, Grant didn't want to be so slow anymore, needing to feel proof of your fredoom resting on his fingers, he placed another finger deep inside you.

Grant moved both fingers inside your pussy quickly, and you moaned in pleasure. Your hands grabbed the man's shoulders, wanting more and faster.

Fortunately, Grant understood the message, adding a third finger and trusting even more, finally reaching your G-spot, which made you scream.

A few minutes later, the junction of Grant's fingers at your sensitive spot and his working mouth on your neck made you cum. Just as your release was coming, he turned his lips to his first anticipated reward: that deep kiss of yours.

As soon as the kiss had ended, Grant stepped away from you, smiling openly at the way he had left you; completely breathless, with legs paralyzed at an angle and an expression of ecstasy in your features.

Dirty but still hot, Grant licked his own fingers and you bit your lower lip at the sight of the scene.

"That was delicious. What about dessert?"

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