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mintyys-blog · 2 days ago

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WALK IN | bart allen x scarlet witch! reader

DC MASTERLIST | WARNINGS:

Late nights were your sanctuary.

Everyone else was asleep or distracted. That meant no awkward glances, no whispered fears about your magic, and no pressure to “perform” or “control” the chaos humming beneath your skin.

Tonight, you stood barefoot in front of your mirror, crimson magic swirling around your fingertips. You narrowed your eyes and concentrated. A shimmer of red energy danced down your body like liquid silk, wrapping around you—clothing melting and reshaping like clay.

From a simple tank top and shorts to a glam, high-collared black bodysuit… then into a flowy crimson gown with gold embroidery. You admired your reflection, watching the fabric shift and fade like a dream. A delighted smile tugged at your lips. This was the first time the magic hadn’t just exploded on you.

“Okay, okay… let’s try something fun,” you whispered to yourself.

Your fingers flicked again, and suddenly the gown dissolved into a black lace corset and thigh-high stockings—something scandalous and definitely not mission-approved.

You let out a surprised giggle and did a little twirl in front of the mirror, the lace hugging you just right. Your cheeks were flushed, but for once, it was fun being powerful. You felt beautiful.

Then— BANG. The door flew open.

“I brought cookies—!”

Bart Allen stood in your doorway, holding a plate stacked high with gooey chocolate chip cookies, still warm from the nearest bodega.

And he. Froze. Mouth open. Tray trembling. His eyes locked on you.

You shrieked and spun around, hands glowing red as you panicked. With a sharp snap of your fingers, the lingerie vanished, replaced by a hoodie and sweatpants in less than a second.

Silence.

You slowly turned back to face him, wide-eyed and red-faced. “Heh… I thought I locked the door.”

Bart blinked. “You did not.” A beat “But I’m not complaining.”

You groaned and covered your face. “Oh my god.”

Bart, ever the speedster, was already across the room in a flash, cookies still in hand, smirking like the devil.

“So… magic wardrobe?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “What else can you conjure? Dragons? More lingerie?”

You shot him a glare. “Leave.” He held out the plate. “Not even for cookies?”

You hesitated. Then, begrudgingly, took one. Bart grinned. “That outfit, though,” he said around a bite, “you could’ve worn that to dinner and I wouldn’t have blinked.”

“You just blinked for like thirty seconds.” He winked. “Exactly.” Your face was on fire, but… damn it, you were smiling.

The next day, Bart was different.

Not like, suspiciously different—he still cracked jokes, still zipped around like a sugar-fueled tornado, still offered you snacks every time you were in the same room. But now? Now he couldn’t look at you without biting back a grin.

And you knew exactly what image was stuck in his brain.

“Stop smirking,” you hissed as the team gathered for a quick mission briefing. Nightwing was talking, but Bart kept glancing over with that stupid, smug expression.

“I’m not smirking,” he whispered, leaning closer, “I’m appreciating.”

You shot him a death glare.

He just shrugged, whispering, “Hey, it’s not my fault you do magic cosplay in your free time. I just walked in on the wrong wardrobe change.”

You smacked his arm.

Later that night, after the mission ended (and after you definitely saved his ass with a reality-warping hex), you were walking back to your room when he appeared right next to you like a ghost.

“Okay, wait,” he said, cutting you off with that playful urgency only he could get away with. “Real talk.”

You turned to face him, arms crossed, but not nearly as annoyed as you wanted to be. “What?”

“I was gonna say sorry for barging in on you yesterday. But like… you weren’t mad.”

“I was embarrassed.” You looked away, heat crawling up your neck. “There’s a difference.”

“But you smiled.” You hesitated.

He stepped a little closer, voice lowering just a bit. “You smiled. You were having fun with your powers for once. You looked…free.”

His tone changed then, more sincere. “You should do that more. Smile. Be soft. Let yourself feel good.”

Your breath hitched. For a moment, there wasn’t a team. There wasn’t a mission. Just the two of you in the hallway, red magic still clinging to your fingertips, and Bart Allen—so sweet it made you ache—staring at you like you hung the stars.

“You don’t scare me,” he added, quiet. “Not even a little.”

“Maybe you should be,” you whispered.

“I’ve seen what you can do,” he said, stepping close enough that you could smell the vanilla sugar of whatever he’d eaten last. “You tear through reality like it’s paper. But you still blush when someone flirts with you. That’s… kinda hot.”

Your eyes flickered red. He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t hex me.”

“Don’t tempt me.” There was a pause—heavy and sweet. Then he leaned in, voice barely above a breath: “If I knock next time… would you let me in?”

Your heart skipped. Your magic pulsed. “…Maybe.”

He grinned. “Good,” he said, stepping back with a wink. “Because I already bought matching pajamas.”

You blinked. “What—” He sped off in a blur, leaving you standing alone in the hallway, red energy still dancing at your fingertips.

And this time, you smiled for real.

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invincibledc · 5 months ago

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Y/N who is hiding from a certain speedster: this better be a good hiding spot…..

Bart: it’s really not cupcake.

You turn to see Bart with an angry smirk, having a penis drawn on his cheek. You laughed before feeling yourself get picked up and zoomed.

Y/N: IM SORYYYY—

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dickmedowndc · 1 year ago

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Heart Stops - Bart Allen x Meta!Reader

Word Count: 1,731

Summary: The last anyone sees of you, it isn’t good. The fight goes south and any communication with you goes dark the moment the ceiling caves in on top of you. Bart is fast, faster than anyone on his team, but with a bum leg he feels like he won’t be fast enough as he searches for you among the aftermath.

Notes: The request from an anonymous user was for a Spiderwoman like character, but I do not do crossovers or gender specific (if I can help it). So, I gave the reader Spiderverse like powers and made them a meta. There was no prompt after that, so I used another “100 kisses” prompt: #86; “reunion kisses, “I thought you were dead.’”

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It was supposed to be an easy mission. That was what had been murmured between the two of you as you had loaded up alongside your teammates and taken off for your mission. A soft squeeze of your hand in his was the last bit of physical contact that you had with him.

It was supposed to be easy.

It never was.

Granted, you thought as you saw the ceiling give way and come rushing towards you, things never seemed this bad. You tried to move, weaving through jagged stone that cut at your suit and skin where it came in contact with you, but you just weren’t fast enough. The injury to your knee and upper leg significantly slowing you down. As if your entire body wasn’t screaming at you from how you had been tossed around like a rag doll by the enemy between leaping from one wall to another – using an excess of webs and movement.

Everything was autopilot by this point. The aim of your arm and wrist, the twist of your hips. The world was hazy behind your mask, eyes bleary and unfocused. It was all you could do to just keep chanting to yourself, a repeat reminder that you just had to make it to the entrance of the collapsing building where you could already see the rest of your team. You focused on Bart the best you could, your heart twisting at the state he was in. One of his arms was slung over Wondergirl’s shoulders, supporting his entire weight as his head hung and he limped beside her, glancing around. You weren’t sure what he was searching for until a moment later when he looked in your direction and stopped, leaning forward like he was going to take off running and come get you.

There was a voice, rasped and worn, yelling out for him to stay put. A moment later you realized it was your own. A desperate plea to try and keep your partner safe. He was in no shape to run, and if you were going to get caught under the rubble, you were going to make sure that he was a safe distance away. He wouldn’t be fast enough like this, you knew it, especially not if he was dragging you out with him.

All you could think of was the one last swing you needed to throw yourself out. Just before your wrist was yanked back violently and your whole body lurched backwards, right towards the center of the chaos. One of the men you had been fighting earlier hadn’t escaped, too focused on taking one of you down with him – and since you were the only one left, his sights were set on making sure you would never walk back out alive.

It was terrifying, you thought, mind spinning too fast to really comprehend that you needed to move from the building raining down upon you as your body hit the stone floor and metal scraps.

It was terrifying to watch, and Bart had ripped himself away from Wondergirl before the stone had even encased you. But with his leg busted all the way up to his hip he collapsed almost immediately, grabbed by Beast Boy just in time. He wanted to scream your name, but his voice was caught in his throat, and nothing more than a garbled cry came out.

Everyone stood still for a moment, but that was all the time to pass before everyone who could move was lunging forward and heading for the rubble. Nobody said a word. Nobody needed to. They had all seen roughly the last spot you had landed, and really it was all the information that they needed.

Someone, Terra, Bart realized absently, was putting in a call for backup. “One down” was all he heard before he limped forward, determined to find you, even if it meant he would have to dig all night.

He would. Without a second thought, Bart would. Just like he knew that you would do the same.

It quickly became frustrating, however. His arms and hands could move just as fast as before, but he couldn’t get his feet to work alongside him. Barry was off world, so that wasn’t an option at the moment, and Jay likely wouldn’t be told. But this was time sensitive. You could take a beating, Bart knew that, but you were already so tired.

He had kept an eye on you through the fight, moving you himself when he could. But it was clear just how quickly you had been injured and worn down.

And Bart feared that if they couldn’t move the stone fast enough, that super strength wouldn’t matter. If it even mattered now.

It was a thought he wanted to tear apart immediately. It sat like bile in his throat. That devastating little whisper of “it’s too late.”

But he wasn’t going to accept that. You had a family to go home to. The two of you had a date that weekend – watching bad retro movies and eating junk food until the morning light streamed in. You had things that you wanted to do. And Bart wanted to see them happen. So that voice in his head was just going to need to be wrong. He was going to be fast enough. And you were going to be okay.

You had to be.

Bart didn’t even register the arrival of Superman. Not until the first boulder went crashing down behind them; it startled him as he looked up, bewildered just like the rest of his team. It seemed to be the call just before the rest of the League arrived. But as much of a blessing as it seems to be, Bart finds himself being pulled away by Black Canary a short few moments later to tend to his leg before it has time to heal back fully, before they can set it right.

So, Bart can’t see you, can’t see anything outside, when he hears over the commlink that they found you. That you’re unresponsive. And after that everything seems to go by in a blur as they rush you back to the medical wing through boom tube, because your chances are slim without immediate intervention.

That is how the next three days go. Bart barred from the room while you recover, still in critical condition. It doesn’t stop him from camping out in front of the door, however, his own leg long since healed and nothing to keep him on bed rest.

Unable to convince him otherwise, and your status slowly ticking upwards, the Leaguers charged with your recovery finally relent, allowing Bart at your bedside where he promptly refuses to move, keeping a hawk's eye on your vitals. This at least placates the speedster, for the time being, but everyone knows it won't be better until you finally wake up.

You’re still a long way off from being better, so when Bart feels you squeeze his hand, waking him from his half-asleep state, he thinks little of it. Until you do so again, this time refusing to let go as you let out a pitiful groan.

He’s sat up straight in an instant. ��Take it easy, hot shot.”

His voice is enough to stir you, but you still look comical squinting at him in the dim lights. In your defense, you felt like you had just been hit by a truck. Or had a ceiling collapse on top of you. “I feel terrible,” you groan, your one free hand barely working enough for you to cover your eyes.

“You’ve had better days.”

You can hear the way Bart’s voice cracks, that little sniffle – and light be damned – you pull your arm away to take a good long look at him. He has dark bags under his eyes, and you can see old tear tracks on his cheek. More importantly, you can see the fresh ones threatening to fall. It has you breathless for a moment, your heart tight as you take in the way your partner looks so small in front of you. A rarity. One you’re happy to not subject him to on a regular basis. “That bad?”

Bart sniffles once more, looking down at where your hand lays in his before he covers your own completely with his other. “You gave us plenty of scares these last few days. I couldn’t even come in here.”

It breaks your heart to see him like this, and you do your best to add a bit more pressure where your hands are linked. “I’m awake now though. I’m gonna be okay.” Your words don’t seem to get through to him for the moment, so you tug at his hand, trying to get him to look you in the eye. “Bart, baby, what’s wrong?”

The breath he lets out is choked, and it takes another minute before he can get his words out, practically spilling onto the bed next to you as the relief finally takes hold. “I thought you were dead.”

It catches you off guard, but despite the pain you never even consider shoving him away when he drapes himself on top of you. It feels right. Feels safe. Even if you can feel the way he tenses, trying not to shake. “Bart?”

“I really thought you were dead. When nobody could get to you.” His voice raises for a millisecond, but when you flinch from the way it makes your head throb, he manages to get it back under control. “When I couldn’t get to you.”

All you can do is hold him for a moment and let him get himself under control – he hates crying in front of others and you know it, so you pretend that you don’t see it. But when the shaking has subsided, at least for that second, you manage to catch his eye. “I’m not going anywhere now.”

Bart stalls for a moment before flashing that loving little grin that he gives you when he’s trying to make you both feel better, before nodding his head in agreement and leaning forward.

You might be sore, but you waste no time in closing the distance to kiss your speedster. After all, you have a few days' worth of kisses to plant on him, until you really see that sunshine smile you love so much.

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deadrobinthoughts · 1 month ago

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[ phone blurb pt2 ]

the gas station at two in the morning is a completely different world. it's bright, buzzing, and weirdly sacred and you're convinced the lights are hanging on for dear life. the world outside is asleep, all usual chaos dialed down to a soft hum in the distance, but in here? in here, bart allen is having a crisis over a slushie machine.

"okay, okay, okay, just hear me out. what if I do half blue raspberry, half cherry, and like.. a swirl technique? like those intentional, supposed to be artistic kind of swirls, not just ‘oh no, i messed up the cup placement’ swirl." his hands are already moving too fast, the lever pulled before you can even answer and for a moment, you wonder why he even asks questions.

you barely get a breath in before there's a mess.

you reach to pluck a stack of napkins from the counter as bart looks down at his sticky fingers with genuine betrayal, as if he genuinely wasnt expecting it. the gas station clerk could not possibly care less.

by the time you step outside, bart has three different slushies, a stolen sip of yours, and a brain freeze so intense he’s clutching his forehead like he’s having a vision from the speed force. "ggaahh! i always do this!" he groans, stomping his foot like an upset toddler. "why do they make it taste so good if it’s gonna hurt?"

you shake your head, taking another sip, like a normal human being, as he pouts at you. "because your name betrays you."

bart gasps, scandalized, actually looking over your attempt at a dry joke. 'i have amazing impulse control."

"mmmmhm. keep telling yourself that."

despite taking another sip and regretting it, his grin is still there. bright, carefree, and the kind of thing that makes the night feel warmer. the hum of the city sounds in the background but in this quiet little pocket of time, it's just you and him and the neon glow of gas station lights.

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a1307s · 1 year ago

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Companion #3

(Bart Allen)

[Art is not mine! Credit to onipilot]

Requested by: Feketealkony16

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 4,041

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Torture

Blood

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It's been about a month since Bart and I started dating. It's been really nice. I like him a lot. I like waking up next to him, I like playing with his hair, and I really like our kisses. We have also been talking to Canary together which makes it easier to tell him things and has helped me not be so scared of him touching me.

Another new thing has been us going on runs. My companion has a lot of energy and a lot of stamina which means he can be a handful when he isn't active enough. We talked it over with Canary last week and she recommended to find something we could do together. Something that could be altered so Bart could burn through his energy before bed. We ended up settling on nightly runs. I can work on my cardio and stamina and Bart can run circles to use up his energy.

Like every night recently, we're on our nightly run. Bart is zooming around town, stopping for a beat when he passes to check up on me. He paces next to me, throwing up two thumbs up. I nod and he zooms away again. I'm not okay, my lungs are screaming, and I want to stop, but there were no missions today, so my companion has extra energy, which means this needs to be an extra-long run or else I won't get any sleep.

It's hard to keep up with my breathing so I stop for a moment. I hunch over, hands on my knees, as I heave for air. The chilled oxygen burns my lungs, but it's nice to not have such labored breaths. I go to stand up straight again, but before I can there's a sharp pain in my side.

"What the-" I turn to my right, where the pain is, and I'm meet with Luther's face. No... no, no, no, no, no.

"Experiment 203," he says, tugging the knife from my side. The blade of the knife is green, the same shining green as the rock that haunts my nightmares. I stay frozen, unable to run or fight or scream. Within seconds the world goes black, the only thing I can feel is my body making contact with the pavement.

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A light shines behind my closed eyes, slowly pulling me out of my sleep. I flutter my eyes, giving them a chance to adjust to the light. Where am I? Where's Bart? Why is it so cold? Luther! I snap my eyes open, my most recent memories flooding my mind. Luther, the knife, the concert.

I scan my surroundings. Glass separates me from the room. It's the dark, cold, red room. The room of my nightmares. The room I spent most of my life in. I slam my fists against the glass, my voice tearing from my throat as I yell. "Let me out! Let me out right now! I know you can hear me, Luther! Let me go!" Unsurprisingly, the glass doesn't break despite my strength. It never did before, it's not going to now. Despite that, I continue banging on the glass, trying to make it crack.

"Experiment 203," Luther's voice comes through the speakers in the room. This isn't real. It can't be real. I'm just having a nightmare. Any minute now I'll wake up with Bart wrapped around me in bed. "Welcome back to Cadmus. You've been missed."

Lair. Dumb, mean, abusive, lair. "Let me out!" I scream again, the feeling of blood trickling down my hands from the continued contact with the pod.

"No can do, 203. We have more tests I need to run. Plus, now I have to restart everything. I can't have you acting like Project Kr."

"My name is Y/N! And my brother's name is Conner! Y/N and Conner! Conner and Y/N! We are people; We have names!" The glass in front of me is stained with my blood, the stain only getting worse as it rolls down the front of my - the pod.

The speakers stay silent, the voice being replaced with the sounds of fans turning. The pod is filled with gas, making it hard to stay awake, to stay fighting. My fists get slow, and my eyes get heavy as I breathe in the air. I can't pass out again. I can't be vulnerable. I can't let Luther get the upper hand. Even with my best efforts, the world starts going dark again. No, I can't live like this again. I can't go through all this again.

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The end of Luther's knife dugs into my bone again, the tip of it sliding against the hard material. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

The knife is pulled out before quickly being plunged back into me. This time, the tip of it digs between two bones. Luther tips the knife, forcing the bones apart slightly, causing new waves of pain to ripple through the numbing pain. Tears trickle from my eyes as I tug against my restraints, the rough edges of the kryptonite digging into my wrists and ankles again. Blood trickles from the new wound. I've grown used to this, grown used to the only warmth coming from my blood escaping from my injuries.

I don't know how long I've been here. How long I've been running tests so long that I can't even stand by the end of it. How long Luther has been tearing my flesh apart piece by piece.

"What... is... your... name?" He asks again, removing the pain for a second before plunging the knife back into the same place, over and over again.

I need it to stop. I need him to let me go back to my pod. I need to sleep. I need a break from the pain. "Experiment 203."

"Good Job!" Luther cheers, removing the knife from me and letting it clutter onto the medical table I've been tied to for hours. Or maybe days. Maybe even months. I can't tell anymore.

It's been terrible, it's been tiring, it's been the same it was before Project K- Conner saved me. The same exhaustion I can't wash away from the overuse of my abilities and the under-given chance to sleep. The same exhaustion from lack of food, lack of light, lack of anything except pod, tests, and pain.

Occasionally anger bubbles in me. At first anger at Luther, and now anger at the league. Where are they? Why haven't they saved me? Do they not care? Does Bart not care? Has he already moved on? Cut his losses? Has he found a new companion? A new relationship? Is he someone else's boyfriend? Does he miss me? Does he think of me?

"Are you thinking of your little speedster again?" Luther asks, his eyes as dark as ever as he pats at my wounds with a cloth. He says he doesn't like blood in my pod because it could ruin the wiring and 'we can't have a dysfunctional cage for you, can we?'.

I stay silent, focusing on the lights above my head. They're bright and burn my eyes when I look into them, but I don't care. At least this is pain I can control. The only thing I can control.

"He's not coming for you, and neither is Project Kr. Do you really think they'd risk getting captured to save you again? You're worthless to everyone but me. I'm the only one that sees any worth in you, the only one that cares. The league couldn't care less about-"

"I know," I whisper, cutting Luther off as I blink my eyes, giving them a little rest from the light above. He's wrong... maybe. Probably... probably not. If he was wrong, why would I still be here? If he was wrong, why would I still be hurting? Bleeding? At least he cares, right? If he didn't care he wouldn't put so much effort, some much time into me. "Thank you," I murmur, pushing down a whimper as he dips the cloth into one of the newer wounds.

"What a good pet," Luther says, moving closer so I can see his face. His eyes aren't dark anymore, they're almost sparking as he smiles at me. "Good, good pet," he adds, running his hands through my blood-soaked hair. At least I know Luther still cares.

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The metal infused with kryptonite wrapped around my neck and wrists clink around as I fall to my knees. In the past while Luther has been testing my jumps, he wants me to jump higher, he wants me to fall harder, make the Earth shake more. He thinks if I work on it enough my genes will unlock flight so I'm better than Project Kr - Conner. My brother's name is Conner.

I stay curled up on the floor, my breathing sounding louder than it is as it echoes off the walls. "Luther?" I call after a pause of silence. Usually, he calls in, and tells me to do it again or that I failed or that I did good. Maybe I did really bad and that's why he's not talking. I probably did badly, I'm exhausted, all my limbs shaking from the constant use of my abilities. I did bad.

The button for the speakers is pressed in the control unit, sending the familiar clicking sound throughout the room. "Y/N?" A voice calls, but it's not Luther's.

This is a test, a new test. Luther has run this test a few times to 'see if I'm really fixed or if we need another lesson'. I passed it last time - it only took six tries - so I thought it would be done with. Hope used to flow through me when I would hear someone call it out, but that's been beaten out of me, beaten out of my head, my soul, my heart. I'm not being saved, Luther just pulled a doctor and had them call for me to see if I've learned my lesson.

"I'm Experiment 203," I answer, turning my head towards the control unit. It's a blackout screen, so Luther can see me, but I can't see him. I did good, I passed the test, and I will get chocolate before going back to my pod today. Maybe I'll get lucky and there will be almonds in it like last time. I hope so.

Another click, but silence passes over the speakers. "Oh, Y/N," the voice finally says, it cracking as the person speaks.

"I am Experiment 203. I am Luther's, I belong to him." Why are they still going? I passed the test; I said the right thing. I want my chocolate, my pod, my sleep. I am being good, so why won't Luther give me my reward?

I stay still, waiting for Luther's voice. The heavy door behind me opens, filling the room with screeching as it moves on its hinges. "Luther!" I call, trying to be cheery and smile despite my pain. He likes it when I'm cheery, he says it makes me look like a cute puppy dog. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the new, brighter light filling the room from the open doorway. When they do focus, it's very much not Luther standing in it.

Standing in front of me is someone short, someone skinner than Luther. Where is Luther? Who is this? Is Luther, okay? Why is this person here? Why isn't Luther here? Did I fail? Is this my punishment?

"Y/N?" They call taking a step into the room.

"I am Experiment 203!" I try to yell, but it doesn't work out that way. I struggle to my feet, moving as far back as my restraints will let me. Kryptonite digs into my skin as I pull against my restraints, the edges reopening old wounds and causing fresh blood to start coating my skin. My trembling now is a mix of exhaustion and fear.

The person takes another step forward, the ends of their hair almost glowing from the light behind them. "Y/N?" They repeat, my vision is filled with the green eyes from my dreams. "Are... you're... oh my god," Bart mutters, quickly walking up to me. His hands hover over me as he moves them around, his mouth falling open and shut as he panics.

"I am Experiment 203," I repeat, trying - but failing - to pull back more.

"No, your... your name is Y/N," he says, his hands settling on the restraints around my wrists. His own hands vibrate for a while before my shocks drop off my wrists and land at my feet.

Once again, I try to tug against my collar to get further away from him. This isn't real, this is a test, and I'm failing. I don't want to fail, I don't want to hurt, I want my chocolate. Bart steps closer, his hands moving up to my last restraint.

"No! Go away!" I yell, shoving him away from me. From my overuse today, my strength isn't super good, and he only ends up on the other side of the room instead of through the wall like I meant. That's not good. I definitely failed this test. I'm not getting my chocolate.

"Bart!" Someone yells, quickly joining us in the test room. Just like last time, it's Birdman, in the same repulsive blue spandex suit. This dumb bird. He needs to go away. They all need to go away. I'm too tired to pass this test. It's not fair. "Y/N!" Birdman yells, standing up after checking on the speedster.

"Go! Away!" I yell again, trying to put more strength behind each word.

Birdman's face falls as he snaps open one of his pockets. "I'm so sorry," he says, pulling out a green shiny rock. I am so sick of kryptonite, I'm so sick of people, of men, of heroes, of life. "It'll get better," he says, pushing the rock against my head. The darkness I've grown used to envelopes my mind, making me grateful for the rest even though I'm furious with the world.

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Light peeks through my eyelids, pulling me from sleep like usual. Unlike usual, this light is a lot brighter than the small bulb in my pod. I take my time opening my eyes, eating up the last few seconds of sleep. Who knows the next time I get to sleep? The next time I get to rest. What do I have to do today? Where I'm even at. It's important to enjoy the peace when I have it, especially since I don't get a lot of it anymore. Plus, who knows where Luther has transported me to or what this new place has in store for me?

When I finally open my eyes, I'm met with a pale yellow wall. It takes a second, but I realize I'm not in my pod. I'm in a bed, with blankets on top of me and pillows behind my head and back. What kind of test is this? What does Luther want me to do in this situation?

I glance around the room, being met with different furniture. Luther must have really gotten into my head because this room is an exact couple of my old bedroom, from my old life, from when I was a hero and not Luther's pet, his weapon. Fear and anger start stirring in my chest as I take in the space. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I don't know why Luther is using this room, I don't know why I'm here.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to go get Conner?" A voice says from next to me, causing my fear to overthrow my anger. I snap my head to the right, being met with an exhausted-looking Bart who's sprawled out in a lounge chair. Out of instinct, I try to tug myself away from him, but I get stopped by restraints around my wrist. "Oh shit, ya, sorry. You kept trying to fight us as we were giving you medical care, so Nightwing put restraints on," Bart says, leaning forward and snapping the restraints off my wrists before placing them on the nightstand. "Nightwing doesn't want them off until you get a psychological scan, but he can fuck off for all that I care."

I stay silent, frozen in my spot. I am really confused. What is this test supposed to be about? Am I supposed to fight Bart? Is that what Luther wants?

Bart settles back into his chair, his posture forgotten as he slumps, and his head propped up so he can look at me. His eyes are red and puffy, his cheeks still wet and his breath still hiccupping as he breathes.

"Why are you crying?" I ask, turning my attention away from him. My chest is tight, like it used to be when I would look at him; when he was real, when he wasn't just a dream or an illusion for Luther to use against me. This isn't real, Bart isn't real, this is a test. I need to figure out the answer.

"A lot of reasons," he says, his eyes still burning into the side of my face. He isn't real, this is a test. Luther wants an answer, the correct answer. Focus. "For starters, you're finally safe. I can see you, hear your voice, finally touch you again," he says, leaning forward so most of him is propped up on the bed, next to my legs. I turn my attention back towards him, watching as his hands hover by my face. Is he going to hit me? Scratch me? Break my nose? "Can I touch you?" he asks, his eyes jumping around my face.

"What?" I ask before I can stop myself. Of course, he can touch me, I don't get a say in it. I don't get a say in anything. People - especially Luther - get to do as they please. I either let them and get it over with, or I get a bigger punishment for trying to stop it.

"Can I touch you?" He repeats, his hands still and his eyes blinking rapidly in an attempt to push back the growing tears. "I don't... know if you remember, but I promised I would ask before I touched you."

I do remember that, somewhat. "Oh," I whisper, looking away from him. I do not like this test. It's worse than any of the other ones I've done. I glance at him before focusing on the wall in front of me again. "I don't want to be touched."

"Okay," he murmurs, dropping his hands to the bed, making sure not to come in contact with me.

I snap my head towards him, looking him over, waiting for the punishment for saying no, but nothing comes. Bart just sits there, looking at me, repeatedly blinking even though it doesn't stop the water from dripping down his face. "You're not going to punish me?" I ask slowly, confusion fogging my head. Why isn't he hitting me? Punishing me? Hurting me? I purposely failed the test and yet nothing is happening. How am I supposed to focus on my test if I'm not hurt? I need the pain to remind me this is fake.

"Of course not. It's your body, if you don't want me touching it, I won't," he answers, leaning back in his chair with his face buried in his hands.

I watch carefully as he rubs his face and pushes out a big sigh, a quiet scream squeezing out with it. "It's Luther's body," I mumble, scrunching up the bedding in my hands. Luther's body, Luther's pet, Experiment 203, that is who I am, what I am. I am a weapon, not a human.

"It's your body, Y/N. It belongs to you, it is yours," Bart answers, his tone exhausted but firm. "You are a person, with basic human rights." I look back at the boy next to me, his arm resting across his face as he looks at the ceiling. Tears roll off his jaw, colliding with the chair under him. Why does he keep crying? He gets to see me, big deal, it's not like he cares... right? Maybe this isn't a test, maybe this is real.

"Bart?" His name feels weird in my mouth after all this time. It feels bittersweet. It almost hurts saying it.

"Y/N?" He calls back, his arm dropping from his face and his head lifting to look at me.

"Is this real or is it another test?" It's dumb to ask that. If it's a test I instantly fail and I'm going to have a long, painful night on that stupid table.

"This is real," he answers softly, shifting in his chair. "Move over, please - if you want to! You don't have to."

I look at him for a while, watching him watching me, before scooting over in the bed. Once I'm moved, Bart climbs into the bed next to me, making sure not to touch any part of my body as he settles in beside me. I settle on focusing on the wall again, letting my ears bounce around this place. There's a lot of talking, a lot of crying, throughout this place. Conner and Birdman are yelling at each other, about me, about my restraints. This is real. Bart is real. Everything is real. I settle on focusing on Bart's heart.

"I don't remember your heart being so fast," I say, turning my attention to him for a second.

"I'm just nervous," Bart murmurs, his gaze rolling over the room.

"Why are you nervous?"

He stays quiet for a while, gaze still running around before settling on me. "I'm nervous about what happened to... you... I'm nervous about how it's going to affect you now that you're back home, back safe, with me... I'm really nervous you don't love me anymore."

"Do you not love me anymore?" I ask, blinking like Bart was earlier as I feel the tears forming in my eyes. Luther was right, my thoughts were right. Bart doesn't want me anymore. He did move on; he did forget about me. This is just him enforcing that. I was stupid to think for even a second that things were going to be okay, that someone other than Luther was going to care about me again.

"Of course, I still love you!" Bart yells, causing me to jerk away in response. My eyes snap to him, making it more difficult to not cry. "You have been the only thing I could think of for the past two months. The only thing keeping me going. All my decisions, my actions, have been what I think would be best for you, what would be best to get you back. If I wasn't looking for you, I was curled up in your bed, thinking of you, clinging to your scent, your space, the only part of you I still had."

Bart's face is scrunched up, eyebrows forward in anger, and hot tears rolling down his face again. He opens his mouth to say something else but ends up turning his head away from me. I sit still, waiting for him to turn back, as my own tears spill over. When he does, his face is relaxed, and his breathing is deep. "I'm... I am sorry for yelling. I am not mad at you, I am mad at the situation, which isn't your fault." Once again, he opens his mouth to say something but ends up closing it again. His jaw rolls for a while the almost silent clicking sound filling my ears. "I really love you and... I am mad that Luther hurt you, and I'm mad I lost you, and I'm mad I couldn't save you sooner. None of which is your fault."

I let out a hum, turning my head forward, filling my vision with the pale yellow of my bedroom wall again. "I love you too," I whisper, sliding my hand on top of his. Instantly, Bart laces our fingers together. I am safe, I am loved, and this is real. Bart is real. I will be okay.

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#bart allen #impulse #bart allen oneshot #impulse oneshot #young justice #young justice oneshot #young justice x reader #bart allen x reader #impulse x reader

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lunar-writes-things · 2 years ago

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Alright, alright. Hear me out. There is not enough boatem x reader on tumblr, so can we get a fic set in the SoB universe, like, a cute date night with all the babys? Or even like, a moment during season nine where boatem has to reassure the reader that they'll still love them even if they don't live in a big group anymore?

To make a wrong right

Pairing: Boatem X Reader

Summary: In which your preparation for a date is misinterpreted.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Extra notes: ooooooo- MY BABIES!!!! I so missed writing for them!!! Enjoy!

Content warnings (If any): None

WC: 1.6k

Season Nine was exhilarating for you.

Starting off the season with Your partners (That felt wonderful to say, even after three months in the void) and making a few small bases around Spawn that held you five together, often coming together in your home since Grian was already almost always there and so were you.

But soon, the blissfulness of spawn faded, and soon blueprints began to form.

This season? You were a God

Your wings grew large, even without the elytra, and your eyes burned so white you had to wear a white wrap around them to prevent you from hurting your lovers.

Even so, they loved you more and more, and you loved all the more.

This season you chose snowy mountains to build on. High in the clouds to create a Greek city with pantheons for each of the twelve main gods and goddesses, with the biggest one in the middle for you.

It was a project of size you had never done before, but nonetheless, you were excited. Not everyone could say they built a city in the clouds.

unfortunately, with huge projects comes huge consequences.

Like not being able to spend time with your lovers.

They and you still visited each other, but now the task was tedious. You lived far from your partners, and it hurt your heart not to see them as much as you used to, but you knew that once you finished the inside of this build, you would bring them up as soon as possible and make sure they had their fill of time together.

However...That would be a long time from now...

The Boatem crew met without their angel in Grian's base. It had been a few months since they'd seen you and Mumbo had just got back from his hibernation.

"They aren't here..." Mumbo said and slumped down

"Yeah..." Pearl hummed and looked out, worried. "Do you think they are okay?"

"I'm sure they're fine," Impulse spoke up and pulled Pearl into his lap before pressing small kisses to her face "They've been really absorbed into that base of theirs. Barely listened to me when I invited them."

There was a moment of silence before Scar spoke up and asked, "Do you think... Do you think they may not love us anymore?"

The silence thickened so much that they couldn't breathe.

"Don't say that-" Grian said, voice hoarse and thick with tears "No- Y/n is just busy. We all know how she gets when it comes to their builds and we know why."

"Agreed..." Mumbo trailed off

Still, Scar's question echoed through their heads even as they cheered up and continued with Mumbo's welcome home party.

So that night, as they were all curled into each other, attempting to sleep, Grian asked "Do... Do you really think that would be the case?"

"Could it possibly have happened because we're so far from them?" Pearl whispered

"No, It couldn't be..." Impulse trailed off. "Could it?"

The group felt the doubt sink in, and it was suffocating.

Meanwhile, You were curled up in your own bed outside, shivering underneath the thin blanket and beautiful start that seemed to be taunting you.

You were cold and alone and missing your partners so deeply.

It killed you to be so far away from them, and today Mumbo had come home, and you weren't there.

You had realized it far too late to show up for the party the boatem crew had organized, and you felt horrible for leaving your partners high and dry...

Just like you have for the last past few months...

Your heart ached at the thought of them without you, but it's not like you could complain... you did this to yourself.

Still, it broke your heart to be away from the people you love oh so much.

The reason you were rushing this build as fast as possible.

And next week, it will be worth it.

All you had to finish was the roof and the interiors, and you would be done.

And with those final touches, you could finally prepare for something you wanted to do all season.

Propose.

And you needed it to be perfect. The Pantheon needed to be finished and the rooms decorated, but soon you would marry the people who made you feel whole again.

A week later, Grian walked out of his base to find a chest filled with flowers and a letter.

Dear Grian,

Come to my Megabase at 8 pm

I have something I would love to talk to you and the rest of Boatem about.

Y/n's Harmony

He re-read the thing multiple times before he looked up at Mumbo, who had just come out of his own base a few minutes ago in horror

It seemed as if they were thinking the same thing

"ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH US?" Pearl cried as you stepped out of their base to see the woman looking up at you

"What-?" You asked softly before the four men asked and looked desperately for Pearl until they saw her crying and froze

"Oh, my love," You cooed, kneeling down to her level and wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her close, "Whatever made you think that?"

But despite Pearl's sniffling, the silence was deafening, and You felt guilt absolutely crush your heart.

"Did-" You looked up with horror in your eyes. "Did all of you think that?"

There were hesitant nods, and tears filled your eyes

"We thought," Scar started softly, "We thought you didn't love us anymore, and we figured it was because we didn't live as close as we used to."

"Oh, My sweet Vex," You whispered to Scar before looking at her lovers and softly saying, "My sweet Symphony, There will never be any reason for me to stop loving you. Not even death will allow me to stop loving you, for you are engraved in my soul, embedded into my heart and you are my sole reason for living."

You open your free arm, and the other members come rushing in

You basked in their warmth, in their love. You smother them in small kisses and whisper apologies. You begged for their forgiveness for ever making them feel that way. For daring even to make them think you didn't love them.

Once they calmed down and moved into the living room of your home, they noticed it was fully finished.

"When did you-" Impulse asked

"Just before you all got here." You answered, "I was supposed to be more dressed up and clean, but you all came early."

"Dressed up?" Mumbo asked, "For what?"

Thats when you got embarrassed.

"Well, first off, I was supposed to serenade you as you all came in," You admitted. "Then I was going to show you the awesome dinner I made, and then I had a surprise for you all."

"A surprise?" Grian asked, and you flushed

the rings you had planned to propose with are in your room, you had planned to stuff them in the kitchen after you cleaned up but you didn't have time to...

welp-

there was no time like the present.

"Give me a second." You said and squirmed out of the cuddle pile before heading to your room and grabbing the five boxes with each of their respective boxes

Taking a deep breath, you walked out of your room and called to your lovers

"Close your eyes for me?"

There was a confused flurry of agreements, and you peeked out t see all f them had closed their eyes. You walked out with light steps and grabbed their hand as you gently placed each of their velvet boxes in them.

Red for Grian

Yellow for Impulse

Dark Blue for Pearl

Black for Mumbo

and A light copper green for Scar.

Each colored box had a ring that matched them. Their signature color and personality in a ring you had made for them.

So now, on one knee you cleared their throat and said "Open your eyes and the box."

There were soft gasps, and you gave a soft smile. "My plan fell through quite a bit, but Overall, I'm glad I still had a chance to do this. So I ask the question, Will you marry me?"

There was deafening silence before you were suddenly tackled by Impulse, who pressed kisses all over your face, beard scratching your skin as he nuzzled into you and whispered a million yeses

"I, personally, would love to marry you, Y/n." Impulse said and pressed a long slow kiss to your lips that took your breath away

With those words, it seems that it snapped whatever spell was on the rest of Boatem, and they all attacked you with hugs, Tears, and kisses with various versions of the same word

Yes

Your heart swelled as tears welled in your eyes as you kissed them back. Making sure they felt the love in your touch, you wanted to worship them like they had worshipped you early on in their relationship.

The laughs and smiles of your partners were a beautiful symphony to your ears.

You loved your partners, and you were now able to spend the rest of your days with them. How wonderful.

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nouearth · 2 years ago

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a soulmate AU where you can write on your skin and have it appear on the body of your soulmate. with bart allen x dark angsty reader

i just combined your two asks together since they're pretty similar. hope you like it!

it's okay to not be okay.

pairing ; bart allen x m!reader. fandom: ; dc, the flash, young justice. word count ; 896. genre; angst & comfort. rating ; pg-13. warnings ; comfort!fic, soulmate!au, topic of depression notes ; i've been kinda on a creative block, so i'm so sorry if this sucks, lol. bart is aged up by the way!

“you up?” the sound of rain accompanies you as you’re sat at your desk, waiting for a response beneath your written question. it’s one of those nights again. another night of endless tossing and turning because of thoughts—stupid thoughts. naturally, parts of your body find a rhythm as a way to shake out those bad thoughts, an impromptu exorcism you liked to joke.

your fingers nervously drum against cherry wood, your leg bouncing in pursuit, and your heart races all at the same time, as you wait for a response. it’s four am, you weren’t exactly hopeful for one, but somehow, bart has yet to fail you.

“brley.” you’re calmed by the appearance of the black ink on your skin, smiling now. barely. he’s missing an ‘a’ but you figured you’d give him a pass considering how late it is.

“sorry. just wanted to see if you were still awake.” you write smaller than usual on your skin, accommodating for the longer sentence.

“drinking a coke now! you ok?” his handwriting is sloppy as usual, but you find it endearing. it’s almost like he’s rushing to talk to you and you couldn’t complain about that—you do the same.

“4 am thoughts again?” bart continues on before you could write a response. he’s always been a quick replier, impossibly fast at times.

it hasn’t been long since… all of this started happening. you never believed in having a soulmate, even attempted to refute the idea. but the existence of bart allen has convinced you into believing, maybe… just maybe, that he’s the one. bart always knew what was on your mind simply by how long it would take you to respond at times. that’s how impressive he is. he always knew what to say. not because he’s wise or smart (though, he is), but because he knew how to make you laugh. and you can feel yourself healing, though baby-steps, the more you spent time with him.

“you know me.”

“and i always want to know more! favorite cheesecake flavor? mine’s a basque.” you chuckle as more words appear on your skin, quickly extending over the length of your forearm as bart never cared to write small. “i know, it’s a little too fancy for me, but that caramelization is YUM!”

“and i thought you knew me, bart…” you write just as the previous responses vanish into your skin. “you know i don’t like sweets.”

“i know and it’s why i’ve docked you down to being 95% compatiable with me.” a smug smiley face with its tongue sticking out ends his sentence and you draw whatever you can imagine at the moment over it like you often do, both to your amusement.

for a moment, you forgot why you even woke him in the first place. bart makes time pass by, the problem and care of the world—of life—fleet away when you’re with him. but when you’re not, everything is numb. white noise follows you everywhere. the only reason why you come out of bed is to go to work, but you work idly, breathing as best as you can. living as best as you can.

you didn’t realize you’ve been staring off into space until you felt soft pressure applied to your forearm again, breaking your focus. “you never answered if you were okay or not.”

it takes a moment, a long moment until you gather the courage to respond.

“honestly? no…” you sigh to yourself, admitting defeat.

sometimes, there were days where you felt okay. but they were rare. you hated feeling like this. merely stating how you felt made you uncomfortable, but you’ve been lying to him, to yourself for so long. you aren’t okay. because the longer you lied to yourself, the more you hurt everybody, what’s left of everybody, around you.

you’ve stopped doing your favorite things again, opting to sleep the entire day away if you could. but you knew it was unhealthy. so you try. you try to make yourself okay, whatever that meant. going to the beach, taking a walk in the park, it was something. but you always found yourself wanting, dreaming to be one of those attributes that had people returning to those locations. the gentle sunset that warmed cold shores, the breeze that kept park benches cool, you wished you had that effect on someone—to have them return.

but to have them return is to get better, work towards being better. you’ve hurt a lot of people. those that have tried to help you, stood by you, but you’ve pushed them all away by now, and you’re alone. painfully alone.

“you remember what i told you from before, right?”

“yeah.”

you think to yourself, will bart return if something happened? if you were an ass to him? said or acted hurtful towards him? you knew you would never intentionally, but it’s a thought—a scary one.

“it’s okay to not be okay.” you both write simultaneously, your print in small and bart’s in large.

you’re not doing well. you admit to yourself again, and that’s okay. you remind yourself, alongside with bart’s writing. it’s a part of life and most of all, a step in the right direction. to healing, to being better, to being okay.

“i’m always be here for you.” “you always know what’s on my mind, bart.”

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dvskf4llz · 1 year ago

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Hello! Could I request a fluffy ImpulseSV x gender neutral reader where Impulse is trying to take reader on a romantic date but everything keeps going wrong (if you have different ideas then it's ok!) :]

Also Could I be 🍄 anon?

I love this idea anon!! Ofc you can be 🍄 anon :]

'Sup guys I'm back 👍

Alone time

ImpulseSV x GN!Reader fluff

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This oneshot will contain the following: Pure fluffiness, a tad bit of stuff that you may not like such as cheesy couple stuff and kind of getting dragged away from dates

Nothing too extreme so dw! Now, on with the oneshot!

(Here's a backstory between you and impulse first :D)

Back when you first joined Hermitcraft, you had instantly became interested in Impulse once you met him.

You guys had nice and interesting conversations, you both shared a lot of interests. You guys had a really good bond with each other, of course the other hermits noticed that and began planning immediately.

A few months after you first met Impulse, a few of the fellow hermits had encouraged Impulse to confess to you since he did actually like you. The hermits did end up convincing him, so he did.

He set up a whole 'friendly meetup' for both of you, saying that he just wanted to hangout for a while. You felt a bit suspicious by it but went with it anyways

You'd arrive at the coordinates that Impulse had given you to go to; As you looked up, you were greeted with a beautiful scenery. Impulse would be standing in front of you with flowers in his hands, a slightly nervous smile on his face. He'd then bashfully confess his feelings to you, his face being all red as he waited for your reaction. After Impulse was done, you would then finally admit it as well that you had feelings for him and well everything else went well. You both continued the date, and soon enough officially a couple! Some of the Hermits would be surprised and would be happy for both of you, acting as if they didn't expect this at all when really they did.

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Now recently, you and Impulse had been busy with different things. Building things, doing favors for the Hermits, having different projects that required a lot of time and etc. You and Impulse barely got time to spend time with each other alone and in peace, and that lead to both of you missing each other.

Soon enough, Impulse would then think of clearing all his plans for one day of the week to bring you on a romantic date. He decided Saturday could be idea, he also made sure to check that you didn't have any plans on that day. Thankfully, you didn't. And so, you both waited patiently and excitedly for the day to come because you both really needed a break for once.

And so as the day came, you both were even more excited to just spend time with each other on a cute little picnic date that Impulse had set up just before the time that both of you would leave. When the time finally came for when you and Impulse were going to leave for the date, as soon as Impulse saw you he was absolutely mesmerized by your beauty.

"Well, you are looking mighty fine! Care to join me, m'lady?" Impulse would say in a jokingly posh tone, holding his hand out to you whilst you let out a small chuckle

"Why aren't you just a gentleman? Of course I shall join you." You'd reply back aswell with a fancy tone, wanting to play along with the whole posh/fancy tone thing. And so, you took Impulse's hand and you both went off hand in hand. Both of you thought it would just be a normal and wholesome little date that you would have, but oh boy did you both get proven wrong.

As soon as you guys would start with the date, Impulse would get asked to do something that was really urgent. He had to excuse himself for a while, hoping it wouldn't take long. You were a bit hesitant and felt a bit sad, but understood and let Impulse do what he needed to do first. So, you waited for him for about twenty minutes before you started to get a bit worried. But thankfully, Impulse would arrive back just a minute after you began worrying. You then both continues on with the date, doing the usual cheesy stuff couples would do on dates until you got asked to do something that was important by one of the Hermits. Same thing happened again, again and again.. When you both finally were able to continue, lots of things went wrong. Both of you would still get dragged into doing stuff the Hermits would ask for you guys to do, food getting stolen by critters and just many more things that had kind of ruined the date. You both even had to do something seperate that would take a while to do, by the time you were both done it was already late evening.

With both of you extremely tired, you guys just decided to just have a cuddle date in bed. The first bit of the cuddling session was mostly filled with both you and Impulse apologizing to each other for constantly getting pulled away from the date, Impulse was definitely the one who apologized the most since he was the one who set up the whole date. Soon enough, you both would end up playfully arguing about who said sorry the most

"No, I said sorry more than you did!"

"Nuh uh."

"The heck you mean 'Nuh uh'?"

"I apologized the most and I know I'm right soo!"

"No, I did!"

The playful arguing went on for a while before you both decided that you were both equally very apologetic about what happened, though atleast one of you would still be murmuring about how you/he were/was right. After that, you both just started giving each other little kisses and maybe soft nuzzles against each other aswell. Soon enough, the both of you would fall asleep peacefully in each other's arms; holding each other close with soft smiles on your faces..

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And yeah! That's it for this oneshot! This is not fully proof read as I'm writing this at almost 12 am and I am tired- but of course I didn't go to sleep yet just so that I could finish this for you guys :D

Hope you enjoyed! Always remember to take care of yourself and don't feel forced to do anything! Do things at your own pace <3

Much love as always, goodbye dear reader! See you on the next oneshot ;D

#dusk/diane chatting #dusk/diane updates #dusk/diane writes #dusk/diane request #x reader #dusk/diane asks #oneshot #x reader oneshot #hermitcraft x reader #impulsesv x reader #Impulse x reader #mcyt x reader #Gn!reader #ImpulseSV x gn!reader #Very tired and I shall go eep now #(not proofread)

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imdeadinsidesiriuslydead · 2 years ago

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Not how it was supposed to happen | Bart Allen x reader

When Inertia notices Impulse hanging out with a certain hero, he decides to ruin Barts day.

a/n: this isn’t requested, but I will take requests for any of the young justice and dc sidekicks. This is my first work so be patient cause I’m bad at spelling lol.

warnings: angst, cursing. I low key really hate this tbh

You couldn’t believe yourself, you let deathstroke get away. You had him right there, but than you let down your guard and he overpowered you.

You tired typing up the report but you were hitting the keys so hard and you were getting frustrated with having to write out your failure.

“Hey Bart!” You called across the cave. He quickly sped over to you, standing by your side.

“Yes!” He said louder than he meant to. “Mhm- I mean yes?”

“I was wondering if you could write the report to Red Tornado tonight? I’m so tired I could faint.

A smile spread across his face “absolutely! Go rest, you did great today.”

“Thanks, but I really didn’t. I let him get away.” You sigh defeatedly.

“It’s not your fault, You were the only one to catch up to him and almost got him, he just slipped away. We’ll get him next time.” He smiled but as he saw your frown not going away he stopped. His words clearly weren’t working.

“yeah sure. See you later.” You said as you walked to the Zeta tube. Bart watched with a sad expression as you disappeared back to your city. He sighed and started on the report.

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Thaddeus was so jealous of Bart.

How dare he get praise from the city of Central city. How dare he get to be the hero. How dare he get the girl.

Inertia decided enough was enough. No more happiness for Impulse.

Inertia had a simple plan. Follow you home, break through the window and knock you out, take you back to the lair. And Inertia succeeded with flying colors.

You were asleep, or knocked out really. Thaddeus stared at your face, as he remembered the first time he had saw you.

He was watching the young justice team, as he his mentor usually sent him to do, when he caught sight of you. He thought you were pretty of course and your ability to hold your own in a fight made you even more attractive. But when He caught sight of Barts blush as you spoke to him, as he basically vibrated with excitement as he talked to you, Inertia know he had to have you.

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You stirred in your sleep and opened your eyes. You were strapped by your wrists to a bed, surrounded by overkill high tech equipment. You glanced to your right to see Inertia standing over you with a shit eating grin.

“Well good morning gorgeous.” He said as he leaned down to plant a kiss to your forehead, you tried to lean away but was trapped by the ropes around your wrists and ankles. You felt so exposed, tied up with no weapon and your middle completely exposed, you had your suit on of course but nothing to protect yourself with. You felt useless. You tried to move your leg but was met with excruciating pain. You looked down to see your leg swollen and purple.

Way past broken.

“What do you want with me?” You bite back. Inertia lets out a laugh.

“Nothing with you, just with Impulse. To keep him away from you, it will drive him mad. He’d do anything to keep you safe.” He said as he sped over to a computer.

“ I mean anyone on the team would probably do the same thing. I would do that for them too.” You replied, really confused.

“Yes of course.” Inertia replied sarcastically. “You guys have that power of friendship shit.”

You rolled your eyes. You weren’t intimidated by Inertia, but you were worried for what he had in store for Bart. Inertia went out of his way to make Barts world a living hell. All of the reverse flashes did, but Inertia seemed extra spiteful to the young speedster.

“No, Impulse has a certain fondness for you, why? I can’t even imagine, but he cares for you. He couldn’t have made it more obvious. He follows you around on the field like a lost puppy.” Inertia spits, as if Barts crush on you made him sick.

You can’t say that you didn’t notice Barts clear interest in you. He practically vibrates through the floor when he speaks to you. He blushes when ever you hug or pat him on the back after a mission. Cassie had even pointed it out a few times. Anita and Cissie have a bet going about when he’ll have the courage to confess his feelings.

You wouldn’t say you didn’t harbor a crush towards the future boy as well. You were just much better at hiding it. You found his goofiness endearing and his jokes never failed to make you laugh.

but the line of work you two choose makes dating complicated. When feelings are involved it can mess up the whole team on the field. This is a prime example.

“What are you going to do with him?” You asked as you struggle against your restraints. You click you wrists together three times, sending out a distress signal to the cave.

“I’m going to stop Impulse once and for all. Nothing is going to get I’m my way now.” He loaded up a weird looking gun with a large bullet. Tranquilizer gun.

shit

You knew the whole team would be on their way soon. You had faith in them. But the doubt in your mind clouded your thoughts. You must have looked scared because inertia turned and smiled wickedly at your struggling body.

“Oh you know this gun? Hmm well then you won’t mind me testing it out on you.” He smiled before shooting it right into your leg.

You yelped as it hit your thigh and and struggled as the effects kicked in. You wrestled with the restraints until you couldn’t any longer. You laid there, still. Useless.

“Oh and about that little distress signal you just sent out. You’re not slick, and we wanted you to do that. How else would we lower him here?” He smiled sadistically.

you watched him walk away not able to move to go after him. Not able to fight to help save your friends.

Tears filled your eyes as you slowly passed out.

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Bart was running as fast as he could through the hallways, Cassie and Kon on his tail. He needed to save you. He should have known that Inertia would have caught on to his crush eventually. This was all his fault, If he had just kept the flirting on the field to a minimum you wouldn’t be here right now. Cassie was about ready to kill inertia, how dare he kidnap her best friend.

Bart ran through the last hallway beefier turning left. He ran up to inertia and grabbed his collar. “Where is she!” He yelled in the blondes face.

Inertia giggled a sinister little giggle before the sound of a gun clicking startled Bart. He looked down to see a tranquilizer bullet sticking out of his stomach. With all his strength he punch Inertia in the face as hard as he could and continue to scream in his face as he hit him, demanding him to give up your location.

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Wonder girl found Impulse struggling to crawl towards a metal door, weakly pointing to it with and mumbling. He was drooling on the floor before he collapsed. She looked next to him to see Inertia unconscious, with a bloody swollen face.

With Impulses heightened metabolism, he should snap out of it any moment now. Jon took care of Inertia, sending him on his way to bele reve, while Cassie took the liberty of busting down the metal door and grabbing you.

Back at the cave, Bart was up running around while Red Tornado addressed the damage cause to you.

Bart couldn’t take the thought of you being alone with Thaddeus Thawne and what he could have done to you.

Res Tornado returned from out of your room, the whole team waiting outside.

“Is she ok?” Bart asks worried.

“Her leg is in critical condition, she will live.” His said in his monotone voice. “She needs rest but she wants to speak to everyone. I suggest only one person before she goes to sleep, the rest of you can catch up in the morning.”

red tornado walked away and back to his room. Bart looked around at the group. “Could I speak to her first? I just want to make sure she’s ok.” The group agreed even when Cassie was a little hesitant.

Bart walked into the room seeing you lying on the bed with your led wrapped up and elevated. You poke your head up at the noise and smiled at Bart.

“Thank God you’re ok!” Bart said as he sped to the side of your bed.

“I could say the same thing.” You said as he returns your smile.

“Look Y/N, I’m so sorry about Inertia. He’s cruel and mean and was trying to use you to get to me, I’msosorrythatilutyouinthatpostionsifanythinghadhappenedtoyouidontknowwhatiwoulddowithmyself.”

“Bart! Slow down I can’t understand you when you talk like that.” You laughed lightly.

“what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry.” He sighed.

“Bart you didn’t do this to me. Inertia did, you’re not responsible for him.” You said as you looked him in his golden eyes.

“but if I had just not made my crush so obvious he wouldn’t have-“ Bart stopped realizing what he had just said.

“Your crush on me?” You asked with a playful smirk, as Barts cheeks colored.

“well umm..yes I have a crush on you.” Bart said as he hid his face in his hands.

you laughed and pulled his hands away from his face, holding them in your own.

“I like you too Bart. And it’s not your fault.” You said looking him deep in the eyes.

“you do?” He asked hopeful.

“yes.” You replied. He leaned forward and kissed your hand.

“well than, I guess it’s time I ask you on an official date. Is Tacos ok?” He asked

“absolutely.” You giggled as your eyes grew heavy from the sheer weight of today.

“I’ll see you later then, good night Y/N.” He said as he kissed your forehead

“good night, my hero.” You said as he’s cheeks turned and even darker shade of red.

He rushed out of your room once he was sure you were asleep. He ran through the cave to the living room and tackled kon into a hug.

“I take it she said yes then?” Kim asks having heard the whole thing with his super hearing. Bart ran around the room vibrating through the walls as Anita handed a crisp $20 bill to a laughing Cissie.

#bart allen x you #bart allen x reader #bart allen #bart allen imagine #bart #barry allen #flash #impulse #impulse x reader #inertia #thad thawne #thaddeus thawne #wally west #cassie sandsmark #kon el

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nix-writes-mcyt · 1 year ago

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Autumn with Impulse Headcanons

Contains: Fluff

I hope everyone is enjoying this series, I'm thinking maybe a spooky oneshot for Halloween? I don't celebrate Halloween but I can still post a spooky oneshot if people are interested, let me know :)

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Impulse always gets excited when Autumn rolls around Longer nights means more time with you by the fire Crisp winds means warmer clothing

Most importantly the overall colder weather means more cuddles Cuddles on a morning when you wake up Cuddles throughout the day wherever either of you can squeeze them in Cuddles on a night without the summer heat to make things too warm to bear

Of course there are other things that you both enjoy

One of those being spooky late night walks

They're only spooky because you'll both tell ghost stories, it just seems fitting to do that in the woods Until a twig snaps, That's when the walk is over

You and Impulse spend a lot of time by the fire when Autumn rolls around

It's not uncommon for you both to push back the furniture, put on some music and dance together while the sun sets either It's easy to forget the time when the seasons change Especially when you're enjoying time with friends

The board game collection you and Impulse have is impressive, so you often host friends for game nights

There is always plenty of hot chocolate to go around Plenty of salt at times too

Regardless of who wins or loses the games everyone always goes home happy, or at least you'd presume so given that they come back each week

Game nights aren't the only thing the two of you have been known to host, The occasion bonfire has been held at yours as well

The wood is gathered by all the hermits, yourself and Impulse included And then you'll all gather round for a night of laughter and fun

One year Impulse had attempted to DIY some silent fireworks

They were silent for sure, mainly because they flew off into the sky and fizzled into nothingness

Never again were fireworks attempted at any bonfire held at your residence

Impulse would probably like to forget fireworks were attempted at all, but he'll happily laugh about it when it gets brought up

If nothing else there is never a lack of high spirits at yours in Autumn, no matter the failure or success of a bonfire or game of cards

#impulse x reader #impulsesv x reader #hermitcraft x reader #mcyt x reader #impulse #impulsesv #hermitcraft #hermitblr #mcyt #mcytblr #autumn headcanons #fall headcanons #headcanons

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l0s3rd0wnt0wn · 18 days ago

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"YOU CAN NOT MATCH THEIR FREAK

(Smut maybe kinda this ain't to deep but I just wanted to test the waters to see if I got that dog in me)

Many people think (including wb!readers partners) this is some kind of a prude—you back away when it comes to hugging, hell, you lean away when it comes to kissing. You get flustered over holding hands, and you get shy at hugging; they can feel your body shiver at the slightest touch. They start to think you’re touch-starved, but your friends do that stuff all the time, so why are you getting all shy when the manor is empty, and it's just you and them on your bedroom floor? Lack of partners, maybe? Your corner's first crush, lack of experience—Jaime's never been with a boy. You're insecure; Bart thinks you're the most beautiful girl to ever cross his eyes, but you’ve just never kissed anyone before. Cassie has never kissed a girl before; you’re both even. But really, they don't know how much of a freak you are—like, AT ALL. You paid five dollars for NSFW content from a dating sim, and you own the freakiest mangas you can get your grubby little hands on. You read and write the nastiest of smut; if they saw your freaky side, they wouldn't survive it—none of them.

You're hanging in your room with Bart. He starts to get nosy, looking at your manga collection. He sees a small compartment in the back hiding some more manga. He's thinking you didn't have any space, but lo and behold, it's something downright freaky: "Lady K and the Sick Man." He flips through a few pages, and by God, was it graphic! He didn't know the 21st century had this kind of stuff. And you owned physical copies. He’s blushing, skimming through the pages gently, imagining the two of you in these types of positions. His hands are getting clammy with sweat just at the thought of you getting off on this. God, you’re perverted, laying on your bed, breathing heavily, fingers dancing and teasing your clit as the posters on your wall stare at you, knowing how you really are when you’re all alone.

"Bart, stop snooping around; if you want to read some, I'll let you borrow them." His body is shocked when he hears your voice, but he doesn't drop the book. "So you're saying I can keep this, right, pretty girl?" You turn your head just to feel your stomach drop—you can't wiggle yourself out of this one. He's walking over to you slowly, stalking like a hyena to its prey. "Not so innocent, are you?" Jaime doesn't think it's fair that you act so shy, but he heard in your past relationships you were so open with your lovers, so out there, so handsy and grabby. With him, the two of you had a small kiss, and that was a stretch, because your first kiss was on Valentine's Day—corny, I know. You fell to your knees the moment your lips touched, but to take things slow is to take things easy; he can wait. No, he can't. Maybe you're hiding something in your sketchbook; you're always drawing in that thing. Maybe he'll find something that will give him answers.

So when you leave to go to the bathroom, he grabs your backpack and scavenges through it like a hungry raccoon, pulling out the notebook with the cute little sticker and faded paint on it. Time to know what's on your mind, and let's just say what's on your mind is him. It's filled with him and just him. He's never thought he looked so good in your eyes, never thought you saw him like this. The pride is kicking in. He lingers on every page until he finds "that one": a sketchy drawing of the two of you making out, bodies closer than he can ever imagine. It looks like a small comic with sketches of his pleasured reactions. The next one is a body spread page of you judging him in the most compromising positions— you behind him, kissing his neck as you played with an now-erased drawing of your hand on his cock, pulling the back of his long hair as the two of you kissed, and so many more. It's enough to make him go crazy! Is this what you've been hiding from—pushing him away for throwing pages in the trash can?

When you come to see the sketch, you tackle Jaime to the floor, flustered, trying to get it out of his hands. He holds it out of your reach as you sit on top of him; he can’t stop laughing, calling all kinds of perverted names. He throws the sketchbook across his room. You’re ready to get up, but he pulls on your hips, pulling you down on top of him. "I could always do a nude painting for you, cariño." He kisses your neck, and your body jolts. "Acting all shy when this is the kind of stuff you draw? I'll send you pictures if you need a reference," he teases. "Shut up! I just get curious!" You shout—way too curious.

You and Conner love musicals. You always have new bands for him to try out, and he's always finding new songs he wants you to put on your shared playlist. Whenever you play a song that is a little bit perverted or a little bit inappropriate—maybe a bit suggestive—you always seem to hold a straight face. But when you kiss, you can barely stand on your feet. Sometimes, you gatekeep songs with silly excuses: "It's for the girls" (lie), "Oh, it's in another language" (lie), "You just wouldn't get them like I do" (lie). But he won't bother you about it; if you don't want to tell him, don't tell him. He'll figure it out on his own. If there's one thing Tim taught him, it's that stalking is like research; you have to discover things no one has ever reached.

So, on his little mission to find out what you're listening to, he figured out a way to get into your Spotify. Nothing different—just a few new songs or more. They're not as bad or as underground as you; they were just regular songs, so why hide it? But this definitely wasn't what you were listening to. He had to up his game. Flying over to the manor, he was going to confront you until he heard a moan are you in pain. Oh god, he's flying to your window; your curtains were drawn. All he could see was the blue light from your laptop screen touching your face gently. He heard another moan; you were not in pain. He pressed himself closer to the window, seeing your headphones over your ears, your hand in your panties as you whimpered sweetly.

Oh, oh, OH. He didn't know you—wow, it's always the quiet ones, huh? His ears perked up hearing the sound of a guy groaning. Okay, you're definitely not listening to music. "Kon," you whined out as your fingers moved in imperfect circles. He's breathing heavily, feeling the fabric of his suit get tighter as he watches you tremble, struggling to keep your voice down. "Fuck...~" Okay, that's enough; he can't sit there and watch. He needs to help you, and you're going to help him. You hear a knock on your window; you whine, turning your head to the side and seeing those blue eyes. Oh god, he wasn't watching you, was he?

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mintyys-blog · 7 days ago

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Hey, can You make a Bart Allen(Young Justice cartonn Outsiders)x reader?

WAIT FOR ME | bart allen x reader

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WARNINGS: smut (not detailed)

You never complained.

Not when Bart texted that he’d be late—again. Not when your food got cold. Not when you dressed up for dinner only to end the night alone, makeup smudged by quiet tears and a wine glass held a little too tightly in your hand. You loved him, and you understood. The world needed saving. People were in danger. You didn’t have powers, but you had patience. And love. So much love.

Still, you missed him.

You missed the way his arms wrapped around you, so fast and warm it made your breath catch. You missed waking up to his sleepy smile and messy hair, his fingers brushing your cheek before he kissed you good morning. You missed the normal, even if that word didn’t really fit your life anymore.

He always tried, though.

The moments he was there were… magical. Like when he popped in with your favorite food from that little place two cities over—hot, fresh, and perfect. Or when he zoomed past a flower stand and came back with a bouquet of your favorite blooms, not because it was a holiday or an apology, but just because he saw them and thought of you.

You always placed them gently in a vase by the window, letting the sunlight catch on the petals while you breathed in their scent and imagined him whispering I love you into your ear.

And when he was finally home, time didn’t matter.

Clothes came off in a rush, kisses tangled and desperate. Fingers gripping skin like he’d disappear again if you didn’t hold tight enough. The bedroom became your sanctuary—sweaty and steamy and full of the love you’d waited so long to feel in person. He’d whisper how much he missed you, lips trailing down your neck, your back arching in response. You lost count of how many times he said your name like a prayer.

No blur of motion, no quick kiss on the forehead before disappearing again. Just Bart—standing there, chest rising and falling, eyes locked on you like he hadn’t seen you in years instead of days.

You didn’t wait. You crossed the room in three steps, arms around his neck in an instant, pulling him close like your life depended on it.

He crashed into you with a groan, his lips already claiming yours. His hands gripped your waist, desperate, greedy, like he needed you to remind him what peace felt like. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

You tugged him closer, your fingers tangled in his hair, legs wrapping around him when he lifted you. “Don’t go,” you whispered between kisses, your voice cracking. “Not yet. Please.”

“I’m not,” he breathed, stumbling blindly toward the bedroom. “Not tonight.”

The second you hit the bed, his hands were on you—pulling, tugging, caressing. You arched under him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, needing him closer, deeper, more. Because you knew what it was like to wake up alone. You knew that he could be gone in a second, called away to fight some invisible war, leaving you chasing the warmth he left behind.

So you held on like he was oxygen and you were drowning.

He kissed down your neck, slow and purposeful, like he was memorizing you again. “God, I missed you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Every inch of you. Every sound you make. Every breath.”

Your hips met his in rhythm, every movement a silent plea: Stay. Stay. Stay.

And for that night—he did. No speeding off. No rushing away Just your body pressed to his, your name gasped from his lips like a prayer, and the unspoken truth between your breaths:

He might belong to the world— but tonight he was yours.

The night was a blur of whispered promises and tangled limbs. The sheets were kicked down to the floor, your bodies slick with heat and aching need, but you didn’t care about the mess. All you cared about was him—here, with you.

Bart moved like he was trying to memorize you with every touch. Not at super speed, not like he usually lived—but slow, deliberate, savoring. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, even if you both knew time was never on your side.

Your nails raked down his back as his hips met yours again and again, breathless gasps and soft moans filling the room like music. Your lips found his again and again, like you needed to feel that spark every time—proof he was real, not just another dream.

And the way you held him… arms tight around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, body arching into his—it was more than just need. It was a desperate plea. A reminder.

That he was here. That he was yours And that you didn’t want him to let go.

“Don’t leave me,” you whispered against his jaw, barely audible, but it made him still for a second. He looked down at you, heart in his eyes, chest rising and falling as he hovered above you, still inside, still connected.

His hand cupped your cheek.

“I won’t,” he said. “Not tonight. I swear.”

And then he kissed you again—slower this time, deeper. Like he needed you to believe it. Like he wanted to brand the feeling into your skin so you’d never forget. You clung to him tighter, letting yourself fall into the warmth of his body, the safety of his arms, the rhythm of his love.

Eventually, the world grew quiet.

Sweat cooled on your skin. Your legs relaxed their hold. His fingers lazily traced the line of your collarbone as you laid there, bodies still tangled under the dim moonlight.

You drifted off with your head on his chest, lulled to sleep by the steady thump of his heartbeat.

But morning always came too soon.

You reached for him instinctively, only to find the sheets cold, the space beside you empty. The silence was loud. Your chest ached, not because he left without a word—he never did—but because you’d hoped, just once, to wake up with him still there, arms wrapped around your waist like the night hadn’t ended.

You sat up, hugging your knees to your chest, your fingers brushing over the indents he left in the pillow. Maybe you were being too clingy. Maybe you were asking too much. You knew what dating a hero meant. You told yourself to be grateful. You told yourself to be strong.

But when you saw other couples holding hands in the park, sitting across from each other in diners, laughing and smiling like nothing else in the world existed—you couldn’t stop the way your heart twisted.

Then he returned.

Wind rushed past your window. The door clicked open.

“Hey,” he said softly, before you even saw him, arms wrapping around your waist from behind.

You didn’t speak—just leaned into him, feeling the tremble in your throat soften.

“I missed you,” he whispered against your neck. “Every second. Every breath. It’s you. It’s always you.”

You turned to face him, your hands finding his cheeks as he kissed you like he was afraid you’d vanish. Like the world could end and you’d be the last thing he’d ever see. And for a moment, nothing else mattered.

You melted into him. Into his words. Into that touch that said everything he couldn’t.

Because no matter how far he ran, he always found his way back to you. And even if you had to wait between heartbeats, you knew— He was yours.

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invincibledc · 5 months ago

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Y/N: dude…stop vibrating.

Bart who can’t control his feelings as he holds you close to his body.

Bart: can’t control it. *smiles* I’m hugging the most awesomest person ever and you’re telling me to stop?

Y/N: *smiles* yes. Cause I feel like ima get burned by my shirt.

Bart: oops! Sorry, can’t help it. *is less vibrating now*

Y/N: thanks man.

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dickmedowndc · 6 months ago

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The Earth Shakes - Bart Allen x Reader

Word Count: 1,382

Summary: He had tried to keep your relationship low-key. You both had! To keep you out of harm's way. But there is only so long one can go before they’re found out. This is something you learn the hard way when you’re whisked away with no warning, kept in the cold, dark, and silent. And despite the fear you feel or the hunger, you know nothing will stop Bart from finding you.

Notes: Requested by @isme20838 (Tumblr), for Earth 16, Young Justice Animated.

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It was freezing. Goosebumps prickled along your skin in rows, hair stood on end as your breath billowed out in white plumes before you.

It had been almost a week since you had been kidnapped. Whisked away to darkness, waking up to the freezing and the silence of those that stood guard outside of the door.

A part of you wants to ask why they had taken you. To beg or plead and hope that maybe they would let you go. But you bite your tongue. You don’t need to use much imagination to guess why you’ve been grabbed by masked men and are being held captive in some isolated wasteland.

You had just left Bart’s place when they had snuck up on you.

Bart had been called away on an emergency mission, and you had ushered him off, promising to lock the door behind yourself when you finished your food and went to leave for your own home. He had insisted that you at least get to eat the rest of your food. And you had done just that, finished alone and tidied some things up that you had noticed so he would have less to worry about when he stumbled home in the early hours. Locked the door behind you as always with your spare key and set off to your own dwelling. It was a common enough occurrence but that was the life of dating a superhero. Especially when you and Bart had done your hardest to keep your romantic life away from the limelight.

It had only been a few steps into the evening shadows when everything happened.

His team knew you existed, in some ways, though as far as you had known Bart had never talked much about the two of you actually dating. Year after year you had all seen relationships put people in harm's way, in one situation or another, so it had been safer to just stay quiet about one another.

That wasn’t to say that you both enjoyed it. Bart was more than excited to go on and on about you if he ever got so much as a chance, but he kept himself composed instead. And you did not talk people's ears off about how fantastic your boyfriend was every time you saw a news clip of him at work or heard of one of his deeds.

Because of situations like this.

Kidnappings that left you miles from home, in God-knows-where, surrounded by people that only had you alive for thread thin reasons. With only the intention to use you as means to an end and hurt the man you loved.

You at least had food and water dropped in occasionally, keeping the sound of your stomach growling back and the dizziness or nausea that accompanied rampant hunger. Staring down the stone wall and letting your thoughts go by, minute-by-minute as you try to keep your mind together. It was terrifying, in a way that made you want to hunker down and wait out the storm – but you had nowhere to go. Like you were frozen in place. A bird with clipped wings.

Even then, you knew Bart had already figured it out. It had been days – whatever mission he had finished, he would have checked on you if you never sent him his goodnight text. You never had the chance to send it off, and he would have gone looking for you before the morning sun had even risen. He would have called in every teammate that he could, and you knew that Bart would search every last place on Earth until he found you. If he needed to go further? He would.

Bart was so many things – he was sweet, and goofy. He was your sunshine even when he had his own bad days. He took his work seriously, even when he was having fun out in the field. But he had gone through so much, and he had never quite shaken the ghosts of his past. He was so fiercely protective of the people in his life, especially when you did not have the power and skills to protect yourself as well as those he fought beside.

Bart was going to come looking. And he was going to be coming in in an angry frenzy, tearing things apart to find you.

When he came for you, the Earth was going to shake under his feet. And the men that took you were going to regret using you as bait to dangle before him.

There was rustling outside of the door, you only glanced up, thinking it was little more than a rotation change. One more round of people to stand there like a statue. But this time they didn’t stop. Behind the door was the stomp of feet, turning from a trickle to an echoing chorus, people rushing past with chatter between them – positions and orders being barked out one after another.

This got your attention, sitting up despite the chill that creeped in worse as you unwound yourself, stepping closer to the door. Taking a deep breath, you put your ear to it, trying your hardest to listen in to what was going on. There were the distant sounds of a fight – beating closer as the seconds dragged on and you stepped away from the door, already anticipating the wood to splinter down if someone else reached you first.

The fighting grew louder, the sounds of walls falling and weapons clashing or firing. You could even hear the distant thunder of a boom tube before it was followed by more yelling. Halo or Cyborg, you knew that it was them, which meant your savior would be there soon. Because Bart was leading this charge, and there was not a second of a question about it in your mind.

Your breathing picked up, and the cold air seemed to be so easy to ignore suddenly. The growling of your stomach was deaf in your ears, the dizziness was little more than a blip on the radar in your head. Because your speedster was here.

He was here and you were home free, because there was no one that would be fast enough to stop him from getting you back.

By the time you stepped away from the door there was a blur forming in front of you after phasing – those familiar yellows, reds and blacks coming into focus all topped with a head of auburn hair. You could feel the way your muscles relaxed, almost collapsing to the floor in relief before Bart could wrap his arms around you.

Bart was shaking, but it wasn’t from his speed. The sight of you safe was enough to have him ready to cry. He wrapped one arm tight around your waist to keep you upright while you clung on to him, while he kept his other hand against your head, tucked safe under his chin. If he let you go for even a moment it was like he was going to feel you slip away from him once more. “You’re okay, I’m here. I’m here,” he swore, trying his best to keep his voice calm. “Did they hurt you?” He narrowed his eyes as he asked, already prepared to reign hell on this place as is.

You shook your head, finding it hard to use your voice for a moment. “No, no. I’m just hungry, that’s it. And cold. But you’re here. I’m whelmed now. I promise”

“Crash, now let’s get you out of here,” Bart pulled you forward for a moment, already letting the others know through Miss Martian’s psychic link that you had been found unharmed. “We’re going to get you home.”

“Think I can convince you to stay with me for a while when we get back?” you ask, curling in closer to him as you tried to match his step.

“Oh, I was going to. I’m not letting you out of my sight until we have this taken care of.” he swore.

And you believed it. Because Bart had shown that he was willing to move heaven and hell to make sure you came back home to him. You could ask for the details later, when you were safe in bed with your love next to you.

#nicole writes #dc x reader #bart allen x reader #impulse x reader

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