#Grant Gustin fluff

[fandomnerd9602]

Can you do Barry Allen (Grant Gustin) going to an alternate earth star labs to get help from that earths flash after being told to by the speed force and is surprised to find out its a teenage version of himself.

Barry sits in a cafe with Y/N…

Barry: it was weird. There was a teenage version of myself!

Y/N: I wonder why the Speed Force wanted his help

Barry: beats me.

Y/N: well at least you didn’t end up in this other universe I know. The Barry there is a stoner with a terrible laugh.

Barry: I know that one. Im staying far away from it

Y/N: okay now would you ever sleep with a gender swapped version of yourself?

Barry: what?!

[her-favorite]

On Purpose

Warnings: DOM!BARRY, rough sex, teasing, begging, dirty talking, doggy style, overstimulation, degrading kink, choking kink, edging, spanking, Barry being a sadist tbh

Summary: When you went to visit your boyfriend at his work, someone decided to flirt with you. With Barry being in a bad mood, that was his breaking point and he took you home to make you beg for the rest of the night..

a/n: I want to start posting my Barry imagines/smuts on here (even though they probably won't get too much attention) - also found on my wattpad: @thefastestwomanalive

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You walked out of the elevator of the CCPD with a smile on your face. You decided to visit your boyfriend since the streets of Central City were clear at the moment. 

You and Barry Allen were the heroes of Central City: The Flash and Bolt. You both were speedsters, both struck by lighting. You had met when you both woke up at STAR Labs, in the cortex. As you confused as you were, you couldn't help but admire the half naked man that was rambling off the things that had came to his mind. 

You smiled at the memory. As you made your way towards the stairs, someone had walked in front of you. At first, you thought it was Barry so you smiled and looked up at him, starting to open your mouth to say a hello and maybe a kiss on the cheek. But you stopped when you didn't recognize the man in front of you. 

"Hey," he smirked and looked you over. You shifted on your heels, looking around to make sure he was talking to you and not someone behind you. "All right, I'll cut to the chase. I'm hot, you're hot. Jitters, 8 pm."

Before you could get even open your mouth, you heard footsteps and someone clearing their throat. "Who do you think you're talking to?" You snapped your head to the voice and saw Barry coming up behind you. 

"This smokin' lady in front of me-" 

"You can't speak about her like that." Barry snapped. He started to walk closer to the random man, making you move away slightly. "She's mine, not yours. Nor will she ever be yours." He poked the guys chest, getting in his face. 

"Well, she didn't seem to mind." The guy snapped back. Barry stiffened and he stood still for a moment. He looked back at you and saw your expression: confusion and surprise. 

"I don't know who you think you are, but I know you're not the one to kiss her, and you're not the one able to hold her, and you are definitely not the one to have her scream your name- that's my job. She's the one that I get to kiss, the one I get to hold, and definitely the one that has her scream my name. So back. off." Barry's irises were clouded with anger, his body fighting the fact that lightning wanted to swarm his eyes. 

The man had cowered off, running away from Barry, but taking glances back to make sure he wasn't following him. The scene caused some of the officers to look over, more when they watched the man run away from their known forensic scientist. Some had wide eyes, other hiding smiles or laughs with paper. 

You stood there stunned with what he said. Barry had never been so upfront with your relationship before, especially.. that part. You were more than surprised when you heard him mention that and your cheeks felt like they burned a hundred degrees. 

Barry also stood there, except his breathing was erratic and his eyebrows were furrowed while his focus was still on the direction the man went in to leave the building. Eventually his head looked over to you, noticing your lingering gaze on him. You watched him look you up and down with a sort of possessive edge to it. But you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you squirm a little. 

"Come on, we're getting out of here." He finally broke the silence, heading straight for the doors. You didn't move at first, the words not exactly processing in your mind. But when they did, you immediately went to go catch up with him. 

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You didn't know what you had gotten yourself into. 

As soon as you got home, Barry had you in his arms. His lips immediately attacked yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. You moaned at the feeling, hands reaching out to grab him. But he held them and started to walk backwards. He went in the direction of the couch, pushing away from you to see where he was going. 

He sat down, grabbing your waist and coaxing you into sitting on his lap. He set his lips on yours again, his hand coming to the back of your head, pushing you against him. His hand was threading through your hair as you both made out. You rolled your hips on his lap, eliciting a groan from Barry. 

He pulled away, looking you over. When he made eye contact with you, you realized how dark his eyes were. You've never seen him this lustful before. You could see the possessive edge in his eyes and the desire swarming around. His hands started guiding you over on his lap, straddling his leg. 

"Come on, baby, ride my thigh." You whimpered at his words, immediately following his order. The friction between your clothed clit and his leg made you even more desperate. You wanted to feel him, his skin. He flexed his leg, hitting you perfectly. Your nails dug into his skin that was holding his shoulders. 

"I wanna feel you, Barry." You whispered, eyes furrowed. 

"I don't care what you want, sweetheart. I'm gonna do whatever I want to you and you're gonna take it like a good girl." He replied darkly. You moaned at his words, grinding down harder on his leg. "Yeah? You like it when I talk to you like that, huh?" When you didn't answer him, he left a harsh smack on your ass. "Answer me, princess." 

"Yes, Barry, I do." You moaned. You were so close, that knot inside of your stomach was tightening and it wanted to burst. You were chasing your high, trying to keep in your sounds incase Barry wouldn't let you come. Seconds later, you were so close, you let out a strangled moan right before you were about to come. About.

"What do you think you're doing? Trying to come without my permission? That's not gonna slide, angel. What are you?" He waited a second for your answer. "What are you, huh?"

"I'm your slut, Barry. You're slut." Your eyes were squeezed shut, still trying to get over your denied orgasm. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Then he got up. You sat there, confused, as you watched him. He moved to stand in front of you, between your legs. His hand went underneath your chin, making you look up at him. "Now you're gonna listen to me, alright? You're gonna go upstairs into our bedroom and when I come in there, you're gonna be stripped and on your knees for me." He demanded. "Yeah? That okay with you?" You nodded. "Good because you don't have a choice." And he let you go. 

You instantly got up to go to your bedroom. You stripped out of your clothes as you walked up the stairs, throwing them wherever they landed. As you opened the door to the room, your clothes were discarded, just how Barry wanted. You kneeled by the bed, waiting for him. 

When Barry came in, all he had on was his boxers. "Look at you, on your knees, waiting for me. Such a good girl." His hand stroked your cheek when he went in front of you. He looked down at you with lust-filled eyes that could make you go crazy by just seeing them. 

He stripped himself of his boxers. "Come on, doll, suck my cock." 

You moved forward to take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Your hand moved up to grip the base, stroking what wasn't in your mouth. You felt his hand tighten in your hair when you licked a sensitive vein. "Y/N," He breathed. His hips bucked up into your mouth, making you gag. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth, baby. And you're gonna take it." His hands held you still as his hips moved forward. Tears formed in your eyes as he kept going, watching the way they fell down your cheeks. "Aw, look at you. So pretty." He muttered. 

He pulled away when he felt himself coming close. He saw the tear marks on your face and the way your chest rose and fell quickly. This image itself made him even harder. His hand went down to cup your cheek. His thumb was dragging your bottom lip down, while you looked up at him. He nearly groaned when you took his thumb in your mouth and sucked on it. After, he used your spit to spread across your lips. "Up." He ordered. You complied, rising to your feet so you were facing his chest. His hand went up to cup your cheek again, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "On the bed." 

His voice gave you chills. It was deep and raspy, blowing right into your ear. You shivered as you moved to follow his demand. You laid back on the bed, feeling the soft comforter underneath your skin. You watched the way Barry looked at you, like you were his prey. It made your lust grow and you couldn't handle it. He looked you up and down, lips curling into a smirk. 

Barry had several thoughts running around in his mind. He wanted to punish you, but he wanted to see you in pleasure. He wanted to do what he wanted to do, but he didn't want to hurt you. He wanted you, but he didn't want you to not want him. But all of those worries washed away once he saw you laying there, on the bed, waiting for him. Waiting for your punishment he had in mind.

"So ready for me, huh?" He muttered as he kneeled on the end of the bed. You nodded to his question, seeming to satisfy Barry. His lips were still up in a smirk, his jaw clenched. His eyes still roamed all over your body, almost trying to pick out every single detail on you. You realized what he was doing. He was trying to figure out what to do to you. 

Eventually, he leaned down to press kisses on your neck. You have never been so glad to feel lips on your skin before, until now. You needed Barry, so bad. You've realized that he was teasing you, he was making you wait on purpose. This was gonna be torture.

"I bet you're soaking wet right now, baby. Huh? Are you?" His voice was breathless against your ear. It was almost like he was doing it on purpose. 

"God, yes, Barry." You moaned, making him hum. His hand slides down your body, sliding his finger through your wet folds. You whimpered at the feeling, throwing your head back against the pillow. 

"That feel good, angel?" He teased you as his kisses got lower, hitting your stomach. He would alternate between kissing, sucking, and biting on your skin. Once he got to your thighs, he nipped at your left one, making you jolt. He chuckled at your reaction. He moved slightly, brushing his tongue up your folds. You moaned at the feeling, thrusting your hips up towards him. "Mm-mm, doll." He put his hand on your hip to stop you from moving. His lips wrapped around your clit, licking at it. His fingers pushed inside you, making your hips want to move again. 

"Barry," You breathed. 

"Yeah, doll, make sure I can hear how much you're enjoying this." He murmured against your skin. His fingers went deeper and deeper into you, pleasuring you more every second. "You wanna come, baby?" 

"Yes, Barry, please." You practically chanted. 

"Too bad." And he pulled away. You grabbed the sheets out of frustration. 

"Barry, please. I need you so bad." Your eyes squeezed shut as you exclaimed. Second denied orgasm of the night. This was gonna be rough. 

"Look at you begging for me. What would the city think, their hero crumbling under me from just a touch. Such a dirty little slut." He spat at you. The words sent heat right down your body. You were about to start begging again, but Barry moved before you could. He lifted your legs to wrap around his waist as he pulled your hips against his. The friction made you both groan. He made sure he had a tight enough grip on you before flipping both of you over. He moved you to straddle his thigh again. "Come on, sweetheart. You know what to do." His voice was like honey. It was music to your ears, it distracted you for a second. 

When you regained your senses, you immediately started to grind on his leg again. You steadied yourself on his chest, fingers feeling the ridges of his abs and pecs. Your nails dug into the skin that was under your palm. You were chasing your high, going faster and faster as you neared. "You close, babydoll?" Barry asked as he watched you. 

Watching you like this was surely a sight to see. Barry was mesmerized. Having you on top of him like this was something he always craved. His dick throbbed as he watched you, watching you grind down on his bare leg. He knew what he was doing, denying your orgasms and talking to you like this. He also knew it turned you on. He originally had doubts for the way he wanted to act towards you, but as soon as he saw your response, all of his worries washed away. 

You grinded against him easily since you were so wet. Barry watched the way it collected on his thigh, more adding as you grind down harder. He knew you were close, he saw the way your eyes shut tightly, your mouth hung out in a silent moan, and your nails digging into the skin on his abdomen. "Look at me, darling. Look at me when you're gonna come." His voice broke you out of your trance, making you look at him in the eyes. You could tell they've been looking at you and your body this whole time. You knew he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Barry, I can't-" You panted his name, rolling your hips with more force as you were about to reach your high.

"Mm-mm, sweetheart. Look me in the eyes and tell me you deserve it. Do you deserve to come? You weren't being very much of a good girl earlier, were you?" He taunted you. The entire time, his eyes were on yours. His fingers were digging into your legs, almost turning white. He was helping you grind against him, pushing you down onto him. 

"I promise I'll be a good girl. Please, Barry." You basically pleaded with him. You were roughly chasing your climax, you couldn't handle it. You needed it. 

"Do you though, sweetheart? Do you need it that bad?" 

Did you say that out loud?

It was a rhetorical question, you already knew he wouldn't let you come with the way he was talking. Even if you wanted it that bad. 

You felt his hand slide up your body, tickling the skin he moved over. Goosebumps formed in its wake. His hand curled around your throat, squeezing. It was enough to have you dizzy, but not something you couldn't handle. Your hand moved to grasp his arm, digging your nails in his skin to try and relieve some of the pleasure you felt. 

"You're so close, darling." He noticed. "Well, that's too bad. Because you're gonna have to wait." And he moved you off of his lap to change your position. 

He flipped you on your stomach, kneeling behind you. You were propped up on your knees and forearms. You felt his hands crawl up your back, his lanky fingers making you have goosebumps trail up your skin. He felt them, smirking at your reaction. Barry was still deciding on what he wanted to do with you, but he knew you needed a punishment. 

"You're gonna count for me, okay?" He says vaguely, no giving you a description on what you'll be counting for. Before you could ask, you felt a hand slap your ass, stinging the plush skin there. Your mouth opened on a squeak, not trying to let anything out while you waited for the next one. "What the fuck did I say?" He slapped you again. 

"Two." You counted, tears forming in your eyes at the stimulation. You tried not to jolt every time you felt a slap, but it was hard not moving at the pressure. He would chuckle at your state, knowing deep down you enjoyed it. 

"What, can't handle it? But you were being such a slut earlier; it's what you get for being such a whore." He degrades, making your knees weak. The next slap was hard, making your body jostle at the hit. Tears poured out of your eyes in the best way possible. You knew you were going to have a mark by the end of the day, but it was going to be worth it. Sitting down was going to be a problem, but you were gonna have to deal with it. 

Once he was done, he massaged the skin he smacked over and over again. Your tears subsided, leaving you with a slight puffy face. He turned your head a little, looking over your face. He cooed, smoothing his hand on your cheek. "So beautiful." He whispered, knowing it had an affect on you. 

"You ready, doll?" He asks, not truly caring what you were going to answer with anyway. He knew you were wet enough from everything he's done to you, but he still has to have your consent. Before you could answer either way, he pushes inside you, making you moan loudly. He groans at the way you feel, thrusting into with speed. "You're so tight." He mutters, squeezing at your hips. You moan at his words, feeling your back arch at his hard thrusts.

Barry was having trouble keeping normal speed. he knew that if he went any faster, he would start to vibrate. But he wasn't too sure he cared. 

"Barry!" You cried once you felt him go even faster, hitting that perfect spot inside you. He smirked at your reaction, immediately knowing what he did. Barry knew your body like the back of his hand. Every mole, freckle, scar, bruise, everything. He took pride in knowing your body so well, saying he likes to do it "for science," you immediately knowing he was lying once he said that. 

"That feel good, baby?" He teased, slapping your ass once more. You screamed at the overstimulation on your skin, pushing back. His hand came over your back, arching it for you. "You're close, angel, I can feel you squeezing me." His eyes were closed with pleasure, his head thrown back. His Adams apple was bobbing up and down, looking perfect. 

"Barry, please, I can't-" You tried to plead, but you could barely make out a sentence at this point. He chuckled at you desperate state, knowing exactly what you meant. 

"Let go, my love. C'mon." He urged, hitting that perfect spot inside you were you couldn't take it anymore. You let go of the knot inside your stomach, coming down from your high. After so many denials, nothing has ever felt so good in your life. 

Soon after you were done, Barry came with a groan of your name. He sighed, pulling out of you, watching your guys' cum mix together. He moaned at the sight, pulling away from your body. He let you lay down, going into the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up. 

After you both laid down and got settled under the covers, Barry pulled you close to him, laying your head on his chest. "I didn't hurt you, right?" He whispered, playing with your hair. He couldn't stand the thought of genuinely hurting you, whether it was sexually or not. 

"Of course not, Bare." You reassure him, tracing circles on his chest, picking out each freckle on his skin. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your hair. "I love you, Barry." 

"I love you too, Y/N."

[burgers-and-french-fries]

I know this may sound cheesy but I just want to say a massive thank you to my recent anon requester for requesting an imagine and it's second part.

For a while there I was stuck in a rut with writing and I felt like I was finished with writing but thanks to my anon, I feel like I have my spark back and I am grateful for that.

This leads me to say that anyone who would like an imagine for the month of December and maybe into January, feel free to request any imagine you'd like.

It may take me a couple days to write but I promise to give your request my absolute best.

So send me your requests and feel free to be as detailed as you'd like with them. The more details the better because then I can really get your imagine the way you'd like and turn it into something that makes you smile and feel some joy when reading.

Anyway,

Thank you all in advance for your requests and another massive thank you to my recent anon requester.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to each and everyone of you❤️

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Can I request a romance fluff? 🎶

Gn! reader and their Cod partner got invited to Karaoke. The reader was the first one up there to sing. When the reader sang, their partner was like "wow".

The song is : Running home to you. - Grant Gustin

Ghost, Konig, and Valikan.

a/n: sure! I totally forgot about this request, sorry!

Ghost:

-he isn’t usually one for karaoke, and hates doing it. But when you and him got invited he begrudgingly went with you just to hear you sing

-it hits him HARD. Mouth ever so slightly open and totally zoned out on your voice and you on the karaoke stage, the rest of the world like a blurred background compared to you

-will probably take you out to karaoke just as an excuse to hear you sing without asking

konig:

-personally chose not to sing because of his dislike for social things like that but he wouldn’t stop you from doing it

-blown away and utterly flabbergasted. He ended up looking at you for the rest of the night kind of hoping you would go up again

-loves your voice already so it was even better to hear you sing

Velikan:

-if he could have, he would have recorded it for when he was on missions. Adores your singing

-didn’t expect you to go up let alone sing that well; especially on a song from a movie

-probably asked you to sing back at home after <3

[thestarspangledcaptain]

Who/What I Will Write For!

Warning: Mini Essay Ahead

Please Note: If you are requesting, I would prefer if you gave me the desired pronouns for the reader/character!

What I Can / Would Be Comfortable Writing & Or What Topics I Will Cover:

AUs

Expansion of plot lines

Writing for established couples

Reader inserts

Y/N

OC

Any type of romance trope

Platonic relationships

Sibling relationships

Parent relationships (including certain characters as your parent)

Magical beings

Powers

One shots and multi part imagines

LGBTQIA + characters and readers

LGBTQIA + romance

Plot line changes, time changes

Non canonical couples

Canonical couples

Non canon friendships and canon friendships

Small age gaps (when writing for older characters I will made ages fitting with the character) ex: Tony stark. WARNING: If the age gap makes the characters have a legal adult and minor relationship (w the exception of a senior and junior in high school type of thing)

Certain characters (non lgbtq) in lgbtq relationships. For example Natasha Romanoff is a lesbian relationship.

Writings inspired by a song. (I have written work planned out already)

Any shapes and sizes

Angst

Fluff

More steamy scenes (prob up to third base

More serious topics I will cover:

Mental Illness (Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar, Schizophrenia)

Disabilities (From physical to internal)

Health Issues

Eating Disorders

Self harm

Suicidal thoughts / attempts

Dysmorphia and insecurities

Abusive relationships

Bullying

Surgeries

Fainting

Vomiting (due to ED or illness)

Death

(Car)Accidents

Hospitalization

Sexual assault and rape SURVIVORS and sometimes I may write about a character’s recovery and process of coping with something that traumatic

Therapy

Homophobia

Complicated relationships

Adoption

I will NOT Write anything (no hate to those who enjoy reading some of these things, I just personally would not enjoy writing it or be fully comfortable writing it):

Yandere

Furry related things

Omegaverse

I will absolutely NOT change the sexuality of a character if it is specifically stated (ex. Phastos from Eternals, Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Sebastian Smythe, Santana Lopez, America Chavez)

I will NOT write an age gap more than an absolute max of ten years

I will NOT romanticize things in the serious topics I will write for section. They are serious topics and things such as eating disorders are serious, they should not be romanticized. I write things with heavier topics to help people.

Absolutely NO rape scenes

Inappropriate relationships (college student and professor is an absolute no)

smut

I likely won’t redeem people if they’ve done something incredibly evil

Ok here we go! I apologize for the lack of alphabetical order

Avengers/Marvel:

I will for almost any character (mainly excluding some villains)

Any Peter Parker (just request which one you prefer)

X men

Disney:

The princes

Princesses

Big hero six (I will write for hiro exclusively platonically)

Glee:

From Og Cast up to season 4, including Sebastian smythe and warblers

No Sylvester, or schue romance

Harry Potter:

Golden trio

Weasleys

Draco

Cedric

Cho

Luna

Krum

Fleur

Oliver

Seamus

Neville

Young Marauders

Top Gun (+ TG Maverick):

Maverick

Iceman

Goose

Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood

Rooster

Hangman (I adore Jake seresin)

Bob

Phoenix

Coyote

Payback

Fanboy

Non Romantic character relationships I will write for in the Top Gun world:

Cyclone

Maverick

Penny

Admiral Cain

Admiral Warlock

Descendants:

Mal

Evie

Carlos

Jay

Doug

Ben

Jane

Lonnie

Audrey

Uma

Harry

Gil

Percy Jackson TO:

Percy

Annabeth

Grover

Luke

Clarisse

Nico

Tyson

Characters of the following actors (so if the listed actor portrayed a character I will write):

Grant Gustin

Chris Evans

Chris Pratt

Chris Hemsworth

Darren Criss

Dove Cameron

Scarlett Johansson

Emma Wattson

Jennifer Lawrence

Emma Stone

Margot Robbie

Glenn Powell

Sydney Sweeney

Andrew Garfield

I will update this list as I get reminded of more people. :) Have a great day, you are loved

[shelbbswrites]

Thoughts on seeing Westallen's morning routine?

I LOVED IT.

That level of casual romance and domestic bliss is the kind of content that some viewers may see as unnecessary fluff, but I view it as essential to the believability and strength of an on-screen couple.

There's no denying that Grant Gustin and Candice Patton have some of the best chemistry in the Arrowevere (Let alone on TV), so it is a freaking blast to watch them bring those quieter moments to life between Barry and Iris.

It's not always life-or-death situations with big bads, or at least it shouldn't be. Sometimes it's about taking a beat and reassessing that a very stable, in-love couple is still on the same page about their future. Sometimes it's about reaffirming that you're on the same team; everything works better when you're partners.

Sometimes it's about those understated romantic beats of how a couple exists in their shared, safe space and how they foster their long-standing relationship through the little things like morning check-ins and well-wishes before a big day at work.

Those things matter SO MUCH to me, and it's exciting to see The Flash kick off its final season (!!!) with reminders that WestAllen deserves that AND MORE.

[queenie-official]

✨⏳🍂About me🍂⏳✨

Masterlist Ao3 Wattpad

- 🍁 Hi! my name is Queenie🤭 my pronouns are she/her, i’m 19 years old and obsessed with fictional characters✨

- 🍁 Send in whatever you want in my asks, i love hearing from you huns Xx<3

- 🍁 i write fluff only (this might change later idk) since i have zero real life experience with smut and therefore i feel i would not do it justice when writing for it (but if you want to send in asks about certain opinions or thoughts that are smut related i 100% will respond so don’t worry🫶🏼)

- 🍁 i’ll write for any of the characters i listed below⬇️ i will not write for real people because it makes me uncomfy😭 but i’ll openly simp with you over a celebrity if you do send in something about that person

- 🍁 i am an ENFP (but for some reason my extroverted abilities seem to fail me when i’m online 😭)

- 🍁 i’m Pansexual and proud💋 i will not tolerate homophobia or any kind of discrimination against the LGBTQ+, you will be blocked immediately if i see any.

- 🍁 i am an August leo 💅✨ 2005 babies let’s goooo💪💪

- 🍁 UTTERLY OBSESSED with little mix🤭 those girls are my all time roman empire. i will talk about them for hours🌝

- 🍁i’m biracial, i’m like literally mixed with everything but i’m mostly Italian 🇮🇹, puerto Rican🇵🇷, Irish🇮🇪, and Cuban🇨🇺 (i am a no sabo kid😔, but that’s okay my fellow no sabo kids unite😌)

✨🤎here’s a list of all my fictional crushes (i will write for them if requested!)🤎✨:

-tasm!peter parker

-Logan Howlett

-Young!Charles Xavier (James McAvoy)

-Young!Erik Lehnsherr (Michael Fassbender)

-Steve Harrington

-Howard Stark (Dominic Cooper)

-Richard Grayson (Nightwing- Brenton Thwaites)

-Louis (TWDG)

-Henry Turner

-Poe Dameron

-Javi (TWDG)

-Will turner

-Luke (TWDG)

-Anakin Skywalker

-Sam monroe (life as a house)

-Padme Amidala

-Ahkmenrah

-James kelly (American heist)

-Barry Allen (the flash- Grant Gustin)

-AJ (Takers 2010)

-Carter Davis

-Clay Beresford

-Sherlock Holmes (henry cavill)

-Leo Campoli (little italy)

-Simon Aumar

-Yelena Belova

-Matt Murdock

-Michelle Jones

-stephen glass (shattered glass)

-Valkyrie

-Mike Schmidt

-Xenk Yendar

-Scott Barringer (higher ground)

-Tadashi Hamada

-Rachel Green

-Derek Saurez (our life)

-Doric

-Nightowl (blooming Panic)

-Vanessa Shelly

-Mammon (Obey!Me)

- Kenji Sato (ultraman)

(honorable mentions for more of my wives since these girlies are real people: Jade Thirlwall, Leigh-Anne Pinnock, Perrie Edwards, Maya Hawke, Sadie Sink, Jenna Ortega, Zendaya, Vanessa Hudgens, Margot Robbie, Halle Bailey)

(also as you can tell i’m obsessed and will write for pretty much all of hayden’s characters provided i’ve seen the movie or show 😭)

[teamwestallen]

Request open for fanfiction and icons look below

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Fanfiction rules for requests

✮ Please do not request anything inappropriate (Smut), I really only write fluff but i'll try my best with some angst or other appropriate topics. What I'm trying to say is I don't usually write heavy topics. I will write angst as long as there is a HAPPY ENDING or happy-ish ending. Personally I don't like sad endings is all but if you like that thats great it's just not for me :)

✮ Please be specific about the plot!

✮ I also don't write gore or horror or really anything graphic like that

✮ Also let me know what characters you want in the story and setting!

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Icons request rules for the flash

✮ Be specific about what season and episode you want.

✮ Let me know if it's just one character or a ship.

✮ Let me know how many icons you want (limit is 10) preferably 8/9 because there even!

✮ Let me know if you want the actress or an actor. (Ex. Grant Gustin, Candice Patton, etc etc.)

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[ao3feed-bakusquad]

All I Wanna Do, is Come Runnin' Home to You

all i wanna do, is come runnin' home to you by dandelion puff

Katsuki looks at Eijirou who's down on one knee, holding up a velvet box with a gold ring tucked in it.

"So, Katsuki? Would you like to be my husband?" - Basically, Eijirou proposes and Katsuki is so gay for him. Based on the song - "Runnin' Home To You" by Grant Gustin. Also based by Barry's proposal to Iris from The Flash

Words: 1403, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Gay, inspired by the flash's proposal, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Established Relationship, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Significant Other, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Significant Other

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44704807

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Sammy's sandwich shop

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/hreyk8C

by Lia1996

Jared opened the door of “Sammy’s Sandwich shop” to the smell of fresh paint. “Sammy’s was Jared’s new café, which he’d bought with the little savings that he had and the trust that he’d gotten from his grandmother. Jared never thought though, that this café, was going to be the beginning of an exciting adventure.

Words: 20049, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles' Family, Jared Padalecki's Family, Stephen Amell, Grant Gustin, Justin Hartley, Mark Pellegrino, Chad Michael Murray, Adrianne Palicki

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Coffee Shops, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Smut, Top Jensen Ackles, Bottom Jared Padalecki, Bottom Jared, Top Jensen, Major Character Injury, Injury, Gunshot Wounds, Happy Ending, Mentions of homophobia

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/hreyk8C

[6rookie-writer0110]

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 👍👍

[kitkatt0430]

girlofmanyfloods submitted tokitkatt0430:

Hey, me again. 

I was hoping for a Glee/Flash crossover which is mostly Barry-centric and not with all the Glee characters, but really just a couple like Blaine, Kurt, and Santana. Grant Gustin played the villain in Season 3 of that show, which I think is hilarious considering Barry is a superhero. 

TYSM

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So first I want to let you know @girlofmanyfloods that I've gotten your submissions and I'll be adding the other two - Team Flash karaoke night with maybe some olivarry and the Kara/Barry/Oliver platonic fluff - to my list of fic requests/meta discussions to work on. I am gonna decline this one specifically, though. I've seen maybe 10 or so episodes of Glee at random and, honestly, I didn't like the show all that much. I wanted to, but I struggled to connect with shows about high school even when I was in high school and Glee started while I was in college.

While I enjoy the fandom side of Glee - there are a lot of great fic writers in the fandom and I've never really felt like I needed to watch the show to enjoy reading fanfic - I don't think I'd ever really feel comfortable contributing to the fandom since I'm never going to be able to bring myself to really watch the show or get any personal reading on the characters personalities. Much of what I think I know about the characters might actually be popular fanon and I prefer to have a stronger sense of what is/isn't canon before writing fic.

[xbarrjallenx]

Masterlist: Grant Gustin

First: Nevertheless (01.03.2017) Last: Malapropos Questions (22.03.2017) Number of imagines: 3 Link: Masterlist

Thomas Grant Gustin 

* Nevertheless (Part 1) || Malapropos Questions (Part 2) * Period Emergency Kit

[burgers-and-french-fries]

Saw you wrote Grant Gustin *squeal* could you do fluff string of bad luck single mother reader fic, where she is over worked and the dish washers broken and her toddler son Jay is very rambunctious (but not a brat) and Dr.Grant is her new neighbor but they haven't formally met. tired mom is trying to fix her broken dish water while Jay is out back, she gets a nock on the back door, Its grant holding her little nudist, he had snuck into grants yard. Mom is so sorry but Grant is good humored and thinks it's funny but shows her Jay is developing a rash. this is the straw that breaks the camel and he must think she is the worst mother ever. Grant comforts her and promises to take care of everything while she relaxes, he jokes he'll even spank Jay for being naughty, he puts jay over his knee and gives him a few playful pats which makes her laugh. Grant cleans and fixes everything, that night they share some home made pasta and wine and kiss, sorry if its a lot - thanks

Note: Thank you so much for requesting this. I do apologize if it's all over the place with a multitude of grammatical errors but I tried my best.

So with that said, I hope that you enjoy!

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Being a single mom was one thing but being a single mother with a recent string of bad luck was a whole different ball game. Normally y/n had everything under control but when her brand-new dishwasher decided to stop working on a very busy Friday morning and her parents had dropped on her that they were going away for the weekend and could no longer watch y/n’s son Jay for her, y/n began to feel overwhelmed. Even more than she was with it being tax season and having to do taxes for not only herself but for her bookstore as well. It was all too much.

So yeah, here she was at 5:30pm on Friday evening staring at an out of service dishwasher. She had gone to a lot of trouble to try and fix the machine herself. She had her tools pulled out and laid all over the floor as Jay was paying with them and when he got to be a little too much for her to deal with at the same time as reading the manual that just had to be written in another language, Jay was sent outside to play at his mud pie table. Of course y/n made sure to remove Jay’s good clothes and simply put him in his swim trunks so she could just spray him down with the hose after everything.

Beyond annoyed with everything, y/n threw the screwdriver in her hand, leaned against the counter and closed her eyes so that she could ground herself and take a few deep calming breaths.

Her attempts almost worked until she a knock at her back door. Oh great, what the hell now?

“I think this little Houdini is yours. He was in my backyard.” Y/n’s new neighbor Grant said as he nodded to the now naked Jay in his arms.

Grant or Dr. Grant as y/n liked calling him to tease him playfully, had moved into the neighborhood at least 4 months ago and through a few flirtatious greetings, y/n and Grant had developed a slight relationship shall we say. They were smitten, at least Grant was. Y/n was better at hiding it, she had more on her plate than the good doctor.

Of course they had missed each other the first couple times but with a pie left on his doorstep for him specially made by both Jay and y/n, Grant knew that his neighbors were the good kind. To show his gratitude for the baked good, Grant left some flowers on her doorstep the next day. It was nice to come home to and gave y/n a smile. One that she desperately needed.

“Oh god Jay. Thank you.” Y/n rushed through her panic. How the hell had she missed Jay not being in the  backyard.

“Hi mama.” Jay said through his giggles as Grant passed him over.

Y/n felt horrified that she hadn’t paid attention to her son.

Grant could see the guilt in her eyes and offered her a warm and understanding smile in the hopes that it would ease her mind at least a little bit.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it. He’s safe.” Grant tried but it was no use.

“I’m never like this. I’m normally so much more aware. I swear, this will never happen again.” Y/n said as she moved to the side of the door, silently letting Grant inside her house, forgetting about the carnage that was her kitchen.

“Hey, seriously. Don’t worry about. It’s ok.” He said warmly.

She appreciated the fact that he was trying to calm her.

“You renovating?” He asked, taking note of the tools on the ground.

“Dear god, no. Damn dishwasher stopped working this morning. Thought I could fix it but it’s difficult with a toddler.” Y/n explained as she adjusted Jay on her hip.

“Not that it’s a big deal but I also wanted to tell you that I noticed a red splotch on his waist.” Grant told the woman.

That was the last straw. Y/n hung her head and let the built-up angry tears fall.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Grant asked, worried that he had said something to make her cry, which he kind of did but it wasn’t his fault.

“Everything. I was supposed to have the weekend to myself while Jay spent time with my parents, but my parents dropped on me this morning that they were going away for the weekend last minute. The dishwasher won’t work and to top it off, I suck at maths and having to do taxes stresses me the fuck out. All of this takes my attention to the point that I can’t notice when my son wanders off and when his rash returns. I’m an awful excuse for a person.” Y/n vented.

Yes she had Jay on her hip but that didn’t stop her. Jay being Jay, didn’t really pay attention to what his mom was saying, he just knew that his mom needed a hug. He laid his head on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her neck as best he could. It really warmed y/n’s heart when he did that.

“Thank you baby.” Y/n said as she sniffed and kissed Jay’s head.

Grant felt bad for her and wanted to help out in any way that he could.

“Why don’t you give him a bath and I’ll be right back with some cream for the rash.” Grant suggested.

Y/n smiled at him and nodded.

“Ok.” Was all she could say.

It was then that she noticed that grant wasn’t wearing a shirt and that his hat was backwards. The best combo in her eyes, which were wondering and focusing too long on Grant’s body.

He pretended not to notice but her staring at him made him feel all sorts of things. Things he hadn’t felt in a very very long time.

=

As promised, Grant returned with the cream. Unfortunately for y/n, Grant was now wearing a shirt and some sweatpants. Although the sweatpants hugged him in all the right places. Oh yeah, he was also wearing his glasses which she hadn’t yet seen him wear. Talk about a sexy doctor.

“Thank you for coming back so quickly.” Y/n said as Jay came running from his room dressed in his buzz lightyear onesie.

“Hi!” He shouted, coming to a stop in front of Grant.

Grant chuckled and picked the young boy up, taking him over to the couch so that he could care for his tiny patient and his mom how to apply the cream to the rash.

=

The rest of the night went really well. Jay had taken to Grant caring for him really well and even had a laughing fit when Grant applied the cream and tickled him afterward.

Grant had gone to great lengths to help y/n feel more at ease. He had tucked Jay into bed, read the boy a story, cleaned up Jay’s toys and tidied the living room while y/n made a dinner that consisted of homemade pasta and of course a glass or two of her favorite red wine.

To top it off, y/n and Grant may have spent the night wrapped up in the sheets together after a hot and heavy make out session but I can’t really be sure😏

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[spidey-stark]

Barry Allen x Reader

Summary - Barry accidentally changes the timeline and can’t find Y/N, only to discover that she is now a meta and was locked in the pipeline.

Warnings - Very brief mention of sex. 

Word Count - 2,099

Authors Note - I’ve had this in my drafts for a bit so I just decided I might as well post it. 

He couldn’t tell them what had happened. 

He couldn’t tell them what he did. 

Or at least not yet. He wasn’t ready to see the expressions of disappointment and sadness flash across the faces of his friends. He wasn’t ready to stand in front of a room full of everyone he loved the most and tell them that he had completely changed every single one of their lives; for better or for worse. 

Besides, there was no way that he was going to bring this up to them until he could figure out just how much damage changing the timeline had caused. So far he had accounted for almost all of the members of Team Flash and was still in the process of making a mental list of how he had changed their lives in this new timeline, but there was still one person that was missing from his list of friends. Y/N. 

“Ayo,” Cisco called out from across the lab, throwing a crumpled ball of paper at Barry’s head, “Earth to Flash!” 

He glanced up from the floor where he had been zoning out, too busy caught up in his own head and trying to figure out where to go from here. “What’s up?” 

Cisco gave him a rather concerned look, obviously confused by how spacey his friend had been lately. “Did you forget why we even called you here?” He asked. 

“Oh, yeah.” Barry replied, shaking his head as a sort of attempt to get all of the dreaded timeline thoughts out of his mind. “I’m supposed to be dealing with some meta in the pipeline, right?” Cisco nodded, confirming Barry’s statement. “And why do I have to talk to them again?” 

Barry wasn’t used to being the one dealing with all of the metas they caught. Unless it was something urgent or some end-of-the-world type of deal, he usually just caught them and stuffed them in the pipeline, a bit too busy to deal with the time consuming part of questioning them. 

“Dude. You literally already know why.” Cisco said, clearly thinking that the answer to Barry’s question was beyond obvious. But, seeing the confusion washing over his friends face, Cisco continued, “It’s the chick that robbed the bank a few days ago. She refuses to talk to any of us, she just keeps asking for you.” 

Barry nodded to show that he had taken in the information before quickly speeding into his suit and making his way towards the pipeline. He knew that Cisco could tell something was wrong. After all, it wasn’t like he was doing a very good job at hiding it with out of it he had been lately. But it was impossible for him to try to focus on what was going on around him when he hadn’t even managed to track her down yet. 

Had she never been a part of his life in this timeline? A part of the Team? Did she even live in Central City in this timeline? Did she even exist in this timeline? 

He quickly pushed that thought out of his head. He couldn’t afford to think like that yet. He couldn’t let himself even entertain the thought of her not being here anymore. 

And, as if it were some cruel joke being played by some higher being, he immediately found himself face-to-face with the answer to the terrible question that had been plaguing his mind. 

Luckily, he hadn’t wiped her from existence. 

Unfortunately, however, she was currently the meta that Cisco told him was locked in the pipeline. 

Barry rubbed his eyes roughly, trying to get his head straight as he looked at the cell in front of him. There’s no way, he thought to himself, taking in the sight of Y/N sitting crosslegged in the center of the cell, looking just the same as she had a few days ago back before he had changed the timeline. 

“It’s about time.” Y/N chuckled, rising to her feet at the sight of him entering the room. “I was starting to think you would never show. It’s rude to keep a girl waiting, ya know.” 

“I-um.” Barry struggled to form words, still in disbelief that the person he had been searching for had been almost literally right under his nose this whole time. “Sorry about that.” 

Y/N scrunched her nose, tilting her head to the side slightly at his behavior. “So?” 

Barry stared at her, stepping closer and closer to the cell until he was right in front of it. It was once he was standing right across from her that he realized how confused she looked. 

“You just gonna leave me in these or..” Y/N trailed as she lifted her arms up to display the meta-dampeners around her wrists. 

“I mean..” Barry motioned to the cell, still struggling to take in the fact that she was really here. And a meta? “Kinda seems to me like you did something to deserve being in here.” 

She scoffed at his statement, dropping her hands back in front of her. “Oh please. Now is not the time for flirting, Flash.” She scolded him, a teasing tone to her voice that continued to add to Barry’s growing confusion. “You’ve already left me down here for two days which is much longer than last time. I would say that it’s time for you to go ahead and let me out and start planning your oh-so-brilliant story of how I managed to escape.” 

Wait... Barry thought to himself as all the pieces of the puzzle began to slowly fall into place, Flirting? Let her out? Do I... Help her? 

The thought wasn’t terribly shocking to him. To be fair, it was just a couple of days ago that the two of them were snuggled up in Barry’s bed watching terrible baking shows together on Netflix and fighting over who got to eat the last honey-bun. She was the one person that Barry loved more than anyone else, and he knew from experience that there was nothing that he wouldn’t do for her. But this timeline changed things, didn’t it? Y/N was a meta now, and clearly not a good one if she had been caught by them and stuffed in the pipeline. So, despite the fact that he wanted to be relieved that some semblance of their relationship had survived the changing timeline, he also felt conflicted. 

“Flash?” Y/N spoke, noticing that he had zoned out for about the millionth time that day. 

“How many times have you been down here?” He managed to choke the words out, trying to get back some sense of composure. 

“Well...” she flashed a grin at him, one that made his heart stop in his chest, “Technically three.” Y/N told him as she proudly lifted her cuffed wrists back up, holding up three fingers at the speedster, “But in my opinion? Only two.” she dropped one finger. “Seeing as though I let you catch me last time.” 

Barry furrowed his brows at the girl. “Let me?” he repeated. 

"C’mon Flash.” Y/N groaned and threw her head back in frustration. “I don’t know what kind of game you are playing here but I am more than ready to be out of these cuffs now. I don’t have time to sit here and recount how I let you live out that little fantasy of yours.” 

His eyes widened slightly. “Fantasy?” 

“Okay, seriously? You’re the one that kept mentioning that stupid dream of yours for days about catching me and screwing me in the cell.” 

Fuck. 

He realized then that obviously more than just a bit of their relationship had survived the timeline change. Actually, a fair bit of their relationship was apparently intact with the one very major problem being that the love of his life was now going around Central City robbing banks. 

“Your powers,” Barry began, trying to move past her previous statement despite the fact that he could feel his face burning under his mask. “do you hurt people?” 

Y/N looked offended by his question, confused, and equally hurt. “What the hell is wrong with you?” When he didn’t respond she decided to answer anyways despite her irritation. “No, Barry.” So she knows my identity? “And you already know that. I’ve never once used my powers to hurt anyone and don’t plan on changing that anytime soon. You also know exactly why I’m doing what I do. And you also should have let me out of these cuffs yesterday!” with each word that left her lips her frustration became clearer and clearer. “And I’m getting real tired of entertaining whatever it is you’ve got going on here. You’re all spacey and weird and acting like you don’t know a single thing about me-” 

She stopped talking. She closed her eyes for a moment, and Barry was honestly concerned as to where this conversation would go next. What was she doing? What was she thinking? 

“Barry...” she finally spoke, her eyes opening back up and looking at him, her gaze much softer than it was before. “What did you do?” 

Despite everything that was clearly different about their relationship now in this timeline compared to the one he came from he still found himself breaking down in front of her. Breaking down at the feeling of familiarity that he had been craving ever since he changed the timeline. “I really messed up, Y/N.” He admitted, voice cracking as he spoke. “I messed things up for all of you.” 

Y/N frowned at the sight of him, noticing the tears that were welling up in the speedsters eyes. “Hey,” she began as she reached up and placed both hands against the cell, trying her best to comfort him, “we can fix it, ok? Whatever it is we can fix it.” Barry swallowed hard, placing his own hand against the glass where hers rested. “But first?” Y/N offered a small smile, “You really need to let me out of this cell. I don’t know if I am gonna be much help in here.” 

Barry didn’t necessarily know if he could completely trust her. Obviously she seemed to think he could, and apparently he was supposed to know things about this version of Y/N that would make all his hesitation in trusting her melt away, but a small part of him still felt conflicted about what the right choice was in this situation given the information he did have on her. But all it really took was one more glance into her eyes and he knew that he would let her out. It wasn’t even his choice to make. He would always do whatever he could to help her, no matter who’s side she might be on. 

And so, he opened the cell and walked over to her, removing the cuffs from her wrists. A small part of him expected her to do something, anything, to show him that he had made a mistake and that maybe the Y/N from this timeline was nothing more than the evil meta that Cisco seemed to think she might be. But instead something different happened as she was freed from the confines of the cuffs. She threw her arms around Barry’s neck and pulled him in to her body. At first he was surprised by her actions, but as the scent of her familiar perfume filled his nose he found himself relaxing into her, feeling a sense of home for the first time in what felt like it had been years. 

“Whatever it is-whatever happened-we will fix it, ok?” She whispered against his ear, the warmth of her breath against his neck just making him squeeze her tighter. 

Y/N leaned back slightly, her arms still around his neck as she looked him in the eyes. “I promise you that everything will be fine.” 

And without hesitation, without any sort of warning, she kissed him. The passion filled, soft-lipped sort of kissing that you don’t just share with a casual fling--and if any part of him still held reservations about what exactly their relationship was in this new timeline, it was slowly being washed away as she tangled her fingers in his hair, a moment so consumed in raw emotion that all of his anxiety about his friends or the timeline or her began to wash away. 

Because no matter what he may have lost in this new timeline, he hadn’t lost her. 

[frostandflamesfanfic]

This Is A Bad Idea (Barry Allen x Reader) - Part 2

Part 2 - Musical Confessions? (Read Part 1 here)

Request: No

Pairing: Barry Allen (CW TV) x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Awkwardness, Drunk!Caitlin Snow...lol no, there aren't any warnings

Summary: Part 2 of "This Is A Bad Idea." SET IN "CRAZY FOR YOU" (S01 E12): After a few drinks, Caitlin decides to call you onstage for a little karaoke. Put in the spotlight- quite literally- you sing a song that might be a little too close to home. What could possibly go wrong? Who knows.

“Oh dear God, no,” you mumbled to yourself. “Not this. Nonononono, no. I am much too sober for this.”

“Oh, come on,” you could practically hear the puppy-dog pout on Caitlin’s face. “You know you want to.” When you shook your head, Caitlin gave a small huff. “I know for a fact karaoke night is your faaavorite night of the week. So come on!! Come on up here. With me!” She began chanting your name, clapping her hands to encourage the crowd. Within a matter of seconds, the entire bar was filled with the sound of people clapping and calling you up on stage – even Stevie (though that wasn’t much of a surprise). 

You turned to look at Barry hopefully for support. “If you want to be the best friend ever,” you tried, “you will help get me out of this.”

The scarlet speedster merely shrugged and shook his head. “I don’t think I could help you if I wanted to. She seems pretty bent on getting you up there.”

“Barry, please.” You were pleading now. In hindsight, it wasn’t the best look. “I will bring you dinner for a week. I’ll…I’ll do the blood analysis for the next ten…no, fifteen, meta cases at the lab. Don’t make me go up there and be humiliated?”

“Sorry?” You almost believed his apology was genuine until you saw the miniscule smirk he gave into his glass. He was indeed so not sorry.

“....Traitor,” you muttered at him and chugged the rest of your beer in hopes of having some liquid courage. After taking a deep breath, you made your way through the crowd. You swerved and weaved the tables and chairs of the audience, praying for a tipsy wave to hit you any second. 

As you slowly went up the steps to the stage, Caitlin tugged you into a hug and shoved a microphone. “You’re going to bring this house down,” she giggled.

“What do you mean, I’m going to bring this house down?” You were confused. “I thought you brought me up here to-” Before you could finish your question, Caitlin had already hopped down to wade her way back to the counter. It was only you up on the stage now, everyone’s attention solely on you. 

As you fought the silent panic rising up inside of you, you risked a glance up to the counter and saw Barry raise his eyebrow in silent conversation.

You okay? he appeared to be saying. It was a simple gesture, but somehow it was comforting. At least some part of him regretted not helping you now.

At that particular point in time, you were very much not okay. You would rather be anywhere else but here. Hell, you would even rather fight Ray Bivolo or Captain Cold than be up on this stage. There was an awkward silence as you stared out at the crowd. Everywhere you looked, there were tens upon tens of pairs of eyes on your frame. It wasn’t that you had stage-fright. You just didn’t like being the center of attention. There was a complete difference here. 

Even still, you gave Barry a curt nod and lifted the microphone to your lips. As the music started playing, you knew it was too late to back out now. If you were being completely honest, you weren’t sure why you were doing this. Maybe it was the alcohol finally kicking in. Maybe it was Barry’s silent encouragement. Or maybe, just maybe, you were ready to speak up. 

You noticed the lyrics on the teleprompter and couldn’t help but to smile. Of course the brunette doctor would choose this song:

“Remember the day when we were giving up? 

When I told you you didn't give me enough?

And all of my friends were saying, ‘he’ll be leaving ya.’”

Even though it was just a meaningless karaoke session, a sense of relief flooded over you. It had taken over six years for you to finally let loose, letting go of all of the thoughts and feelings you had for Barry. You knew it wasn’t going to happen between the two of you. His emotions for Iris had over-complicated that for sure. Part of you wished that you had had the courage to tell him sooner. Maybe things would have been different. 

“Now she's lying in bed with your t-shirt on,

I’m just thinking about how I went about it wrong.

This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love. 

Please believe me, don't you see the things you mean to me?

Oh, I love you, I love you, I love, uh love, uh love uh, I love uh…ya.”

You paused for a minute to catch your breath again, cringing at your stuttering. Your eyes scanned the room for your friends, but you were surprised to only find Caitlin jumping up and down at the bar counter. She was ecstatic to see you up on stage, singing your heart out. Yet Barry was nowhere to be found. Letting the chorus play out, you lowered the microphone and glanced around the room. There was no sign of the speedster. 

Did he take what you said personally and decide to walk away? you thought. Oh God, what if he knows and doesn’t want to be around me anymore? 

Just as you were about to walk off the stage in a panic, you heard a semi-familiar voice on the speakers: 

“Say what you're feeling and say it now,

'Cause I got the feeling you're walking out,

And time is irrelevant when I’ve not been seeing ya.”

Surprised, you spun around to see Barry awkwardly coming up the stage stairs, a microphone in his hand and a small smile on his face. You couldn’t help but return the gesture as he opened his mouth to continue singing,

“The consequences are falling now.

There's something I'm having nightmares about,

and these are the reasons I'm crying out to be with you.”

You had to be imagining things. Barry Allen, your best friend Barry Allen, was not doing this. He wasn’t standing on stage in a dive bar singing along to the karaoke song you had subconsciously had hoped to be a confession to him. He wasn’t really looking at you like you thought he was – his captivating blue-green eyes fully staring into your own gaze. This wasn’t actually happening. It couldn’t be.

But it was.

“I live for you, I long for you, I’m loving ya,” Barry took a few steps closer as he continued to sing. Not for a single second did his gaze leave yours. “I've been idolizing the light in your eyes, I really do, I live for you, I long for you, I’m loving ya. Don't let me go…”

His eyes appeared to be pleading and he quirked an eyebrow. It was barely noticeable, but you caught the quick nod to your hand, which was holding the microphone. “Don’t let me go…” you sang. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or an extra bit of confidence brought out by Barry, but you grinned and began to hop around the stage during a break in the song. You let yourself relax and close your eyes, locking this memory in your mind. “When you go and I'm alone, you live in my imagination.”

“The summertime and butterflies,” Barry took another step closer to you. You weren’t sure if you were imagining it, but it sure sounded like he truly meant what he was saying. “All belong to your creation. I love you, it's all I do.”

You dared to take a step closer to him. “I love you.”

When the song finished, you both lowered your microphones and, for a moment, there was no one else in the room except you and Barry. The two of you started a wordless staring contest, getting lost in each other’s eyes. Looking back, you would probably say it was crazy, but you could have sworn that Barry was trying to tell you something that night. Whatever moment there was between you was ruined by the entire bar applauding. Even from your distance, you could still hear Caitlin screaming of excitement for the two of you. 

“He’s fast AND he can sing?!!” she shouted and then shushed herself apologetically when she realized she almost revealed Barry’s identity. “HE IS SUCH A KEEPER!”

You and Barry let out a chuckle, but neither of you made a move to exit off the stage. A sigh escaped your lips as you smiled at him. “You didn’t have to do that,” you said. “Come up on stage with me, I mean.”

Barry rubbed the back of his neck. “It was nothing. Really, it wasn’t.” He laughed again. “I actually had a lot of fun. I missed doing things with you. It was almost like old times.”

You nodded. “It really was. I guess I didn’t realize how much I missed us…” You were quick to catch yourself. “Hanging out like this, I mean.”

“Yeah…” Barry gently reached over to brush a piece of hair out of your face. You almost closed your eyes in relaxation as you barely felt his light touch on your skin. It was so cliche, but it sent sparks throughout your body. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, but maybe after we get off this stage? People are still staring at us,” you chuckled. “Not that we didn’t kill it or anything, but I’d rather not be stared at by strangers.”

“Oh! Uh, right. Okay!”

When the two of you returned to the bar counter, Caitlin was bouncing around with excitement. “You two were so good!!” she praised your performance. “How did I not know you could sing?!”

Barry shook his head. “I’m really not much of a singer.”

“I was in the school choir during our last two years of high school.”

Your comment took Barry by surprise. “You did?”

“....yeah, Bar. You don’t remember?”

The glance away that Barry took after your question spoke volumes. It was a nice reminder to yourself how you’re still meant to be in the friendzone. He didn’t really care for you in that way. He was just a great actor – like when he was the Flash. “Oh,” he said before going silent for a moment. “Hey, can I ask-” 

Before he could finish his statement, Caitlin cut him off. “Guys?” she groaned. “I don’t feel so good.”

Barry blinked a few times before nodding. “Alright, um,” he fumbled around in Caitlin’s purse to find the keys. “Keys…keys…”

“No time!” Caitlin groaned again.

Your speedy friend appeared to hesitate for a moment before reaching for both your and Caitlin’s arms. The next thing you knew, you were standing in the middle of a parking lot. Beside you, Barry was holding Cait’s hair back as she unfortunately emptied that evening’s contents from her stomach. “This was definitely a bad idea,” you muttered. 

“Super speed and vodka…” you heard the female doctor say with another groan, “not a good combination.”

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By the time you had made it to Caitlin’s apartment, you were tired. You slowly trekked throughout her home while you waited for Barry to help your inebriated friend get to sleep for the night. A smile crept against your lips as you saw a few pictures of you and the rest of the team nestled between photo frames of Caitlin and Ronnie. Whether you liked it or not, you had a new family. It wasn’t perfect, but it was yours.

“She’s out,” Barry’s voice startled you from your thoughts. “It took a while, but she fell asleep.”

You nodded with a sigh of relief. “That’s good. She’ll feel it in the morning, but at least she had some fun,” you gestured to the photos. “It was good to see her let loose and actually be happy, like in these.”

Your friend gave a small hum of agreement before you both fell into a period of silence. Every few moments, you risked a glance at Barry. He seemed fidgety…almost nervous. What was on his mind? “You, uh,” you tried to start a conversation, “you wanted to ask me something earlier?”

“Huh?” Barry looked confused for a moment, but the furrowed brows were soon replaced by an open mouth of realization. “Oh! Right, uh right. I just wanted to ask you…why did you avoid me before you left for college? Did I do something wrong?”

Oh. This conversation. “Er, not exactly,” you started.

“Then why don’t I know this stuff about you?” he pressed, using a nickname he had given you the day you had met. “I mean, God, I’m supposed to be your best friend! We did everything together and then one day you just…vanished! What was I supposed to do?”

Exactly. You’re my best friend, you thought to yourself. “This is the problem.” For the second time that evening, you didn’t realize you had spoken out loud.

“What do you mean ‘this is the problem’?” Barry looked as though someone slapped him. He recoiled and took a few steps back. “Do you not want to be friends anymore? Is that it?”

“No, no!” You were quick to grab his arm. “That’s not what I meant-”

“So what did you mean?”

You bit your lower lip. Were you really about to do this? “Do you remember junior year?”

“Uh, yeah,” Barry screwed his face as he tried to recall high school. “That was the year the Mathletes went to regionals. Oh! That was when Sally Buckley dyed her hair that really bright pink. Oh, talk about a bad idea.”

You sighed. “Yeah, no, neither of those things, Barr. Do you remember junior prom?”

“Yeah? Didn’t I go with uh…oh, who was it?”

“Becky Cooper,” you couldn’t keep the edge out of your tone. 

If Barry caught onto your change in tone, he didn’t show it. Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at the floor as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. “Oh, that’s right,” he said with a nod. “Iris had set us up.”

“I think that’s what bothered me so much. I think I was just so frustrated that Iris was always a forethought for you,” you paused to swallow. “Any time she needed help, you’d come running to her. You would do anything for her. But she would set you up with all of her friends to be able to go out with who she wanted to. I mean, I get that it was only high school and we were only kids then, but it always bothered me.”

“...why?” your best friend shifted his position. 

You stepped back. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Hey…” Barry took a few steps closer and held your hand. “Even after all of this, you’re still my best friend. Don’t tell Cisco, though. There’s nothing you could say that would change that. I mean, not unless you were like some secret werewolf metahuman that wanted to claw through my guts. That would be another story. But I think you’d still be my best friend. As long as you didn’t eat my brain or anything.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his dorkiness. “Well, I don’t think I’d eat your brain like a zombie,” you promised. “I like you too much for that.”

A dazzling smile flickered across Barry’s features as you gave a small gulp. “Oh, really?”

You gave a timid nod. “Yeah. And if I’m being completely honest with myself, I didn’t like seeing you with Becky. Or anyone else for that matter. This is probably going to sound really crazy and it’s probably a really bad idea telling you this because we’re friends and because we work together at the lab and STAR Labs and Joe and Iris always want to do things together as a family so if you don’t want to talk about this or do anything about it that’s fine, I just needed to tell you to finally get that off my chest because you know inner demons and all that stuff.”

Barry squeezed your hands comfortingly. “Hey. Breathe,” he soothed. “Take a second and just tell me. It’s not that bad, I can guarantee that.”

You took a long inhale and nodded rapidly. “I guess what I’m trying to say is,” you shifted on your feet as you contemplated your next words, “is I was jealous because…”

“Because…” a small, knowing smile threatened to spread across Barry’s face.

“Because I think I was in love with you,” you finally confessed with a relieved sigh, “and I don’t think I ever stopped being in love with you, even after I left for Keystone.”

“Well,” Barry drawled out as he stepped closer. He reached for both of your arms and looped them behind his neck. “If we’re going to be making honest confessions here tonight, I guess I should come clean, too.”

You gave a confused frown. “What do you mean?”

He leaned closer. If he had come any closer, the two of you would be nose to nose. You blamed the alcohol for the desire to close the distance and capture his lips with yours. “There was someone that I wanted to ask out to junior prom,” Barry spoke in a hushed tone, an awkward chuckle leaving his beautifully soft lips, “and it wasn’t Becky Cooper.”

“It wasn’t?”

 Your friend shook his head. “No,” he admitted. “I, uh, I actually wanted to ask you to the prom, but I thought you’d reject me.”

Now it was your turn to give an awkward chuckle. “Why would I reject you, Barry Allen? You’re perfect.” 

It was true. For most of your life, you had been searching for that perfect person. Someone who wouldn’t judge you, someone who would hold your hand through the good and bad times. They would be the one to have Walking Dead marathons with you…have fun dancing and singing in the kitchen when you made dinner together… They wouldn’t put you down or pick you over someone else. Most importantly, they would always be there for you and never let you go. They would be your own personal superhero. That’s when you realized. 

This entire time, you had been comparing everyone to Barry. He was the one that checked all of the boxes. He made you feel safe and happy. Not only that, but you loved him with all of your heart. 

“Oh, I think I’m far from perfect,” Barry said. “But you, on the other hand…”

“Nice try, Allen.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying, can you?”

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me already!” Your outburst surprised both of you. “Oh, uh, wow. That probably…was really, really stupid. This is a bad idea-”

You were cut off by Barry’s lips connecting with yours. At first, you just stared off at his closed eyes, unsure of what to do. You really did want this, and his lips were incredibly soft… It wasn’t until Barry started to press his luck by kissing you a bit harder that you started to feel weak in the knees. 

Before you knew it, your eyes were closed and you were kissing him back. Fireworks erupted in your stomach as his hands moved from your arms up to cradle your face. For lack of better terms, it was perfect. 

When you finally broke apart for air, Barry smiled. “Well, I, for one, thought it was a pretty good idea,” he said. ”You are a great kisser, by the way.”

You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks, still floating on the euphoric post-kiss feeling. You had to be sober by now. Could a kiss like that really counteract the effects of alcohol? “Uh, thank- thank you?” Then you remembered something. “What about Iris?”

Barry cleared his throat and looked away. “I, uh,” he started. “I don’t think she’s the right one for me. I mean, she’s happy with Eddie and I’m glad! I think I got so caught up in what could have been with her that I forgot something really important.” 

“And what’s that?”

“She’s not you.” And with that, Barry kissed you again, causing you to fall for him even more. 

Extended Ending: 

As you were in Barry’s embrace, neither of you heard the creaking of a door as it opened behind you.

“FINALLY!” Caitlin shouted in excitement before groaning and placing a hand to her temple. “Ow.” 

You and Barry shared a quick glance and laughed at your friend’s antics. “Come on,” you coaxed her toward the door. “Let’s get you back to bed. You’re going to need a lot of water tomorrow.”

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Author's Note: Okay, this fic was way too much fun to work on. I totally didn't stay up past 3am just to write an ending for it. This episode is one of my favorite OG episodes of The Flash and I thank Grant and Danielle for just being themselves during this scene. It reminds me so much of my friends and I, never failing to bring a smile to my face.

In case you couldn't tell, the song used for the karaoke sequence is Olivia by One Direction. I changed the lyrics ever so slightly to make it fit the story a bit better, but I thought it had a total Barry Allen vibe.

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