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Dinner and a Show | O.Q

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Pairing: Oliver Queen x fem!reader, (Platonic) Team Arrow x fem!reader:

Request: “You should have a part 2 [To In Through The Window, Out Through The Door] where they’re all unconscious except Oliver, and he just watches her as the reader cares for them. And she doesn’t know he’s awake, so when reader js cooking dinner again, he silently walks into the kitchen, sits at the counter on a stool, and says something. The reader jumps becuz they didnt know he was awake and end up spilling food all over their white shirt. 👀 Their shirt is see through now and reader has to take a shower, comes out smelling like fresh flowers. Reader finishes dinner while making small talk with Oliver (Green Arrow) and then the rest of the team wake up to dinner on the table, and Oliver and Reader already eating (with masks on, of course)And then Diggle or someone is like “Save some for us.” And dig into the food and its really good.“ | Requested by @ciarrauchiha

A/N: This doesn’t really fit in the timeline after the first or second fic. But it takes place in the same universe as the two. Also, I’m not sure if the requester meant for the guys to be unconscious as in injured or just asleep or whatever, but I decided to make them just sleeping since I feel like it wouldn’t make much sense for all of them to go to the reader's apartment instead of a hospital. But I would definitely like to write an injured!Oliver x reader if anyone’s interested.

Summary: An accident at dinner leaves you and the Green Arrow wishing that you cooked more often.

Warnings: Shirtlessness

Word Count: ~1.5k

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You didn’t expect to find yourself in the situation again, especially not so similar to the first. But alas, there you were, cooking what recently became a four-person dinner, while the city’s infamous vigilantes were passed out in your living room.

However this time, they had chosen to rest by their own will, wanting to take a break from the field without going all the way back to their hideout. And before you knew it, they were sleeping peacefully on your couch, still suited-up.

There wasn’t much else you could do while they snoozed, so you opted to continue with your evening that was mostly uninterrupted despite the three guests you would now cater to.

Going through the motions of the spaghetti you had prepared for yourself a million times before, you became immersed in the scent of tomato sauce and italian seasoning, not noticing the stirring behind you.

Turning to pick up the strainer, you were immediately faced with the Emerald Archer himself, barely five feet away and silently observing you.

Slightly jumping in surprise at his close and quiet presence, you gasped while placing a hand over your beating heart to calm yourself. And in the back of your mind, you felt a sense of deja vu.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed, “You need a bell.”

If you hadn’t been so focused on not having a heart attack, you would have noticed the small smile on his face before he quickly neutralized his expression once more.

“But I guess that would make it harder to hide in the shadows and such vigilante-ing,” you joked.

Glancing at him to find any remnant of humor, you only saw his blank face. But then again, you weren’t skilled enough to notice any microexpressions which would give away his true feelings.

So with your shortcomings in mind, you mentally decided that your joke was hilarious, and he was definitely laughing on the inside… probably.

Moving on, you gestured to the pot simmering on the stove, “I made dinner… if you guys do that kind of stuff.”

Moving to put the noodles into the sauce and meatballs, you glanced at him, his silence making you add, “Or are carbs not in your meal plan?”

At that, he cracked a slight smile, and he was not able to hide it before you noticed.

“Ahhh,” you pointed at him, “I saw that! You are capable of joy!”

Lifting his hand up to turn off his voice modulator, he spoke, “Thank you.”

At his pure, unfiltered voice, you stumbled, the spaghetti noodles falling into the pot causing the hot, tomato sauce to splash up onto you.

You hissed in pain at the mild burn, causing the vigliante to jump up at your distress and come to your aid.

Turning on the faucet to wet a towel, he placed it over the burn while you shuffled to take off your now-stained shirt. He was attempting to press the cold cloth to your chest, but before you realized what you were doing, you had rid yourself of your top and now stood before him in nothing but a bra that cut awfully low.

Upon you baring yourself, he immediately stopped his motions, but you didn’t even notice his frozen figure as you took the towel from him and placed it on yourself to cool the burn.

Once you were no longer preoccupied with the consequences of your falter, you looked up to see the Star City vigilante looking at your head, to ensure you were alright without staring at your disrobed area.

Suddenly feeling a wave of heat that you couldn’t blame on the now-cooled burn, your eyes widened as you realized the situation you put yourself in. 

Clutching the stained shirt up to cover your chest, you muttered, “Um, I’m just going to go change. Help yourself to the spaghetti that wasn’t spilled all over me, it should be finished by now.”

You didn’t stick around to see his silent acknowledgement of your words before you bolted to your bedroom, quietly slamming the door to not wake your sleeping guests.

Leaning against the wall, you rested your head against it while clenching your eyes shut in an attempt to erase the past five minutes from your mind– and hopefully his too.

You softly banged your head against the wall in frustration and tried not to think about how he was looking at you. After a moment of regret and self-hatred, you pulled yourself together and grabbed a new shirt.

Walking out of your room, you erased any residual embarrassment off of your face, and instead decided to pretend like nothing ever happened. Plus, you couldn’t be the first girl he’s seen shirtless, not that you wanted to think about any other women he may have observed in that situation.

While you were gone, the rest of his team had woken up and all three heroes were sitting around your dining table with plates full of spaghetti and garlic bread.

“Hope you don’t mind, but we got a little hungry,” Arsenal muttered in between bites of food.

Spartan was twirling pasta around his fork when he commented, “I took the bread out of the oven, it looked about ready.”

Glancing over to your stovetop, you saw the garlic bread you put in earlier cooling, a nice golden-brown color.

You falteringly nodded, not adjusted to the reality of you having three vigilantes in your apartment, casually eating dinner. Well, all but one, that is.

“Not hungry?” you asked the man in green who was sitting at the table, but opted out of eating.

Instead of answering, or possibly admitting that he didn’t trust you enough to eat your food, the Green Arrow ignored the question and instead asked his own, “Are you okay?”

You raised your eyebrows at his not-so-smooth attempt to redirect your attention. Although he obviously dodged your inquiry, you still answered, “Good, thank you. The cold towel really helped.”

Despite his generally unemotional and stiff frame, you were able to see him give a slight nod at your words. And you smiled at him caring about your well being, even though he didn’t show it.

Spartan and Arsenal didn’t seem to think anything of you and the Emerald Archer’s conversation, instead being immersed in their own. And as words faded out between you and the experienced hero, you both listened to the two chat about past missions.

Although you weren’t verbally talking to the vigilante, you were both sharing glances, making sure not to be caught by the other. You wouldn’t dare openly stare at the hero, but you were far too comfortable stealing brief looks when he wasn’t watching.

But little did you know, he was doing the same.

The rest of the dinner didn’t consist of many words from you or the green-hooded hero, but the one thing on both your minds was that it would not be the last time you cooked. But maybe next time, you would get some help.

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Epiphany | A.G

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Pairing: Allegra Garcia x daughter!reader

Request: "Hi I don’t know how you feel about Allegra Garcia from flash I personally love her but I think she deserved better but what I’m wondering is if you would do a fluff where Allegra’s daughter from the future is scared of what Allegra would think about her as she died when the character was a kid and she didn’t think her dad was right about her. Maybe have her be a genius but doubts herself all the time” | Requested by @omnievey

A/N: I personally don’t like Allegra’s character and stopped watching the Flash because of how chaotic it got. But I didn’t want to leave you hanging so here it is!

Summary: While working in the lab, you need some advice from your mom after hitting a mental roadblock.

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~1.2k

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Fidgeting with the circuit board in front of you, your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to fix the same problem you’ve been baffled by for the last week. You had been trying to do an admittedly unnecessary upgrade on Bart’s suit, it also was a tad bit out of your reach when it came to skillset.

But you insisted that it would look good and you could do it in a flash. Yet when you made that promise, you overestimated how much you had paid attention to your father when you were younger and he babbled about his electronic trinkets.

As you worked more on the upgrade, your mind began to drift to how your mom would always watch you dad working in the lab, and how happy she would be for him when he finally came up with a solution.

But then your thoughts went sour as you thought about how her moment of celebration would never come if she was watching you, failing try after try.

Biting your lip in frustration, a combination of your jittering hand and wandering thoughts caused you to bump the open wire, sending an electric jolt up your arm.

“Frack!” you screamed in both pain and irritation.

From behind you, a voice spoke up, “Language.”

Your face scrunched up in confusion at the unexpected sound, the team had left to go grab something to eat while you stayed at work, thinking you were alone.

Snapping your head towards the sound, you squinted your eyebrows in disbelief and rubbed your eyes when you were faced with the familiar brunette, her hair featuring gray streaks from her many years with Team Flash and raising you.

“Mom?” you asked, beginning to regret only getting in a couple hours of sleep the last few nights.

“As of the last time I checked, yep.”

You let out a perplexed breath before grabbing your tablet, checking the air content of the lab just in case a gas canister was leaking.

Just as you saw that nothing out of the ordinary, a hand snatched the pad from you, setting it off to the side.

“Hey!”

Allegra scoffed, “I thought I taught you better than to ignore your own family to be on a gadget. It’s bad enough that your dad was always messing with something, Chuck rubbed off on you.”

You rolled your eyes, you loved your mom but you found her whole ‘no electronics during family time’ rule a bit annoying most times. 

“You’re not real,” you insisted, rubbing your head.

“Does it matter?” she rebutted, “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Crossing your arms, you were growing tired of this insanity and wanted to solve this whole ‘ghost of Christmas past’ situation so you could continue fixing the suit.

“Why are you here, mom?”

Allegra shrugged, “It’s your mind. You tell me.”

You gestured to the circuit board, “Do you know how to fix this? How would dad do it?”

She chuckled before leaning against the table and rhetorically asking, “Is that really what you think this is about? Your mind conjured me up to help you with a science project?”

You threw your hands up in the air, “I don’t know! It would sure help if that’s why you’re here!”

“Fair enough, but wrong,” Allegra hummed. “First, take a step back, walk through your process here. I’ve listened to your dad ramble enough about his projects that I’ve learned a few things.

You sighed, running your hands over your face, “I’m trying to upgrade Bart’s suit to allow him to harness potential energy more efficiently. It’s not really important… but I just thought it’d be cool.”

Your mother let out a small laugh, “Well of course you do. That’s why most of the science stuff in our family starts.”

You smiled, knowing all too well that your dad’s favorite undertakings were the ones that didn’t serve a distinguishable purpose.

Sighing to yourself, you idly fiddled with a screwdriver, trying to find an answer to your problem.

You groaned, “Ugh, if dad was here this would have already been done, along with a million other things.”

“Ohhh,” Allegra hummed, “So that’s what this is about. You want to be like your father.”

Shrugging, you clarified, “Well, not exactly like him, he definitely had his flaws. But it would sure help if I had more of his smarts.”

“Nope, you just inherited mine.”

“Sorry, that’s not what I meant.”

Allegra lightly laughed, placing her hand comfortingly on your shoulder, “Hey, your dad was so great at what he did because he did it in a way only he could. He made his own solutions and what worked for him probably wouldn’t work for anyone else.”

Furrowing your eyebrows at her words, it sparked an idea.

“Oh my god, that’s why this isn’t working! Harnessing energy is more physiological, not mechanical! I need to be dealing with chemistry!”

From behind you, Allegra warmly smiled at your realization, proud at how you were able to come to a conclusion with just a little push. Just like Chester.

After patting you on the shoulder, Allegra stepped back with one last piece of advice, “Create your own path.”

Turning around to thank her, your shoulders dropped when you were faced with nothing more than an empty room. You only looked around for a couple seconds before everything went dark.

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Feeling a nudge on your arm, you groggily opened your eyes to see the worried expressions of Bart and Nora, staring you down.

“Thank god you're awake, I haven’t ever used lightning as a defibrillator before,” Bart sighed in relief.

Nora humorously rolled her eyes, “Don’t worry, I would never let him try that on you.”

Yawning, you rubbed your tingly hand, “What happened?”

“It looks like your project here short-circuited and made you take a little nap.”

“Maybe you got powers,” Bart joked, examining the piece of machinery.

Turning your head to look around the lab, you knew your mom was all in your head. But you couldn’t help but wish she was there again.

Placing her hand on your shoulder Nora tilted her head, “Hey, are you okay?”

Looking back at the two people who had become your family. You smiled at them both, thankful for their presence in your life since the beginning.

Sure, you wouldn’t ever be exactly like your father, but maybe that was okay. Because you were a mixture of your wonderful mom, and brilliant dad. And that combination resulted in one, unique person- you.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I’m great.”

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Two Hearts Finding Another | B.A

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Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Request: "So it’s gonna be a Barry Allen x Reader, where Barry is engaged to Iris. Nora and a girl come from the future, both speedsters. Nora introduces herself and the girl, and while Nora looks like Iris, the girl looks like the reader. Then it turns out that in the future Iris has a divorce with Barry but they ended on good terms and then Barry is married to reader" | Requested by @ RubyRose226 (On Wattpad)

A/N: This fic doesn't take place in a particular season. Also, Nora is already born when this starts but the year isn’t mentioned.

Summary: After Barry and Iris emotionally separating, it takes two visitors from the future for them to finally move on.

Warnings: Emotional cheating (Barry), implied adultery (Iris), divorce

Word Count: ~2.1k

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Laughing along with the group of heroes, you tried to keep your eyes away from Barry, knowing that the glances you exchanged all night would eventually be noticed by someone.

However, you couldn’t help but spare another look in his direction, only to feel a pang of jealousy in your heart at his close proximity to Iris. But that initial feeling was replaced by sickness in yourself for your immoral disdain for the woman that was the mother of his child and actually his wife.

Which would make you Barry’s mistress.

You could only mildly comfort yourself with the knowledge that Barry’s unfaithfulness was purely emotional, you both unable to cross physical boundaries with each other. Neither of you were willing to make things more complicated, at least for baby Nora’s sake.

Also, Barry and Iris’ impending divorce made you feel better, despite you knowing that you should feel bad about what two of your closest friends are going through.

Team Flash could sense the previously idealized couple crumbling apart. Starting with their constant fights that began a few months ago, and soon enough they stopped speaking to each other entirely. Eventually, the team started noticing them coming into the lab at different times, and at house parties, there wasn’t a trace of Barry that could be found at their alleged “shared” apartment, other than the child that was fifty percent his.

But little did the rest of the team know, you knew everything. And honestly, you may have caused it too.

Still, you knew better than to think that everything was your fault. Because before the fights, before the silence, and before their mutual avoidance, Iris had been doing the exact same thing Barry was doing after the split.

Clandestine meetings with the Assistant District Attorney under the guise of interviews. But Barry was smarter than she gave him credit for, and it didn’t take him long to figure out what his wife and the City’s ADA were actually doing behind closed doors.

Then soon enough, he confronted her about it, and they were able to air out everything in the form of sarcastic words and petty remarks. But neither one of them wanted to formally pull the plug.

Instead, Iris continued to see her secret lover, and Barry started visiting you more often. Except this time, it was you and him who were meeting under false pretenses.

You both told yourselves that you were just comforting each other in a time of need, completely platonic, just as it had always been.

But in the back of your minds, you both knew that wasn’t true. You also knew that your relationship wouldn’t go anywhere if you built it on the collapsing foundation that was the West-Allen marriage.

So you both shoved your feelings underneath all the other emotions circling through the air, knowing that at the end of the day, you both had each other. And neither of you were willing to risk that by acting on a childish crush at the wrong time.

Despite everything, you didn’t hate Iris, and she didn’t hate you. Sure, you were jealous of each other, you of her husband and her of your freedom, but you knew that everything happening was a direct result of both of your actions.

And while you both couldn’t claim to be particularly morally righteous after this, you still respected each other.

Accidentally locking eyes with Barry, you felt your face heat up as you quickly turned your head away, however you could still feel his lingering stare on you.

Instead of giving into the pull that was drawing you towards the man your heart secretly belonged to, you focused on Caitlin and her theories about whatever newest medical advancement that she heard about, willing yourself into holding out a little longer.

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Later into the evening as the moon overcame the sun and guests began to dwindle, it was only you, Barry, and Iris left at Joe’s house. Him, Cecile and Jenna having previously left to go on vacation.

Needless to say, the air was stale, and the only sound to be heard was feet shuffling across the hardwood floors, cleaning the house so the West-Horton family didn’t have to once they returned.

You had stayed to help Barry, and you both assumed that Iris would have been one of the first to leave the party to meet her not-so-secret lover. But much to you and the scarlet speedster’s surprise, she had stayed to help, surely having an underlying purpose.

In no time at all, the house returned to its previous state, no signs of drink spills or dirty plates. And silence quickly filled the room, which was admittedly worse than the comfortable sound of feet hitting the floor.

You all found yourselves at the dining table, you and Barry across from Iris, it being an excellent analogy to the emotional alliances you took in the fight.

Just as Iris opened her mouth to break the silence and reveal why she actually stayed with her husband, a portal opened with a bright light emerging from it.

From the light came two women, one you recognized as future Nora, which you had met last year. But the other was a stranger, though you took notice of her jawline and facial structure that you couldn’t help but find similar to Barry’s.

“Mom,” Nora breathed, seeming relieved for some reason.

“Nora?” Iris asked, “What are you doing here?”

Knowing that his daughter wouldn’t time travel unless she needed help, Barry added, “What’s wrong?”

You remained silent throughout the exchange, instead eying the woman accompanying the future speedster. But when your eyes landed on hers, you found that she was already looking at you.

“Nothing, hopefully,” Nora assured, only confusing you all more as she addressed Iris, “I just wanted to check in.”

Barry looked skeptical, but before he made any inquiries of his own, Iris beat him to it.

“Who are you?” the reporter asked, looking at the mystery woman.

Despite expecting the question, the brunette next to Nora stammered while looking at you, which made Barry subconsciously take a protective step forward.

“You-You’re my mom,” she admitted, making you gape and Barry looked at you with a questioning face.

“And he’s my-”

“Barry’s your dad,” you breathed, connecting the dots on why she looked like a perfect mixture of the two of you.

The girl nodded, confirming your statement.

Nora introduced her, “Dawn, my half-sister.”

“Barry and I divorce,” Iris stated, more as fact than a question. With Nora and Dawn both nodding, confirming her words.

Looking at his wife with a sad smile, he broke his silence, “When?”

“Tonight,” Iris answered, “That’s what I wanted to tell you.”

“But the legal proceedings finish two months from now,” Nora explained.

A silence engulfs the room, not awkward, but awaiting. Waiting for someone to make the first move, to start the chain of events that you all knew were coming but never had the nerve to actually set off.

“Is… Is there anything else we should know?” Barry hesitantly asked, already overwhelmed with the night’s information but always wanting to be prepared.

He subconsciously took his hand in yours, something he had recently started doing now that his wife emotionally belonged to another man and he was free to express himself with you as he pleased.

Nora and Dawn simultaneously shook their heads while the elder sister spoke, “No, we just had to make sure it happened. There were some shifts in time and if this didn’t happen… well, Dawn wouldn’t exist.”

“Should we be worried about these ‘shifts’?” Iris asked, with you and Barry thinking the same thing.

“Nope, the Legends have it handled for the most part. We just offered to help them keep this particular event from changing.”

Barry smiled at his daughters with pride, knowing that the future would be in great hands.

Glancing down at her watch, Dawn’s eyes widened, “Uh, Nora, we need to go. We only have a minute left.”

“Frack!” Nora exclaimed, “We set a timer to make sure we didn’t stay in the past too long and mess things up even more. But it looks like we’re almost out of time.”

Coming towards you, Dawn engulfed you in a hug, her embrace expressing all of the words she didn’t get to say, all the questions you didn’t have the time to ask.

“I love you, mom,” she muttered into your ear.

And you tried to hold back your bittersweet tears as you whispered, “I’ll see you soon.”

Quickly hugging each of you, Nora and Dawn said their goodbyes before returning to the future in a flash of light.

Their sudden exit left the three of you standing in the living room, exchanging glances, not quite sure what to do next.

Turning towards you, Barry reluctantly let go of your hand while asking, “Could Iris and I please have a moment?”

“Of course,” you nodded, “I’ll be outside.” 

You softly smiled at Iris, hoping that you both would be able to remain civil despite the new information about what will happen.

Walking out on the patio, you looked up to the sky, admiring the stars. That night, they were even more beautiful with the knowledge that your daughter would be looking at the very same ones.

You thought about how you and Barry’s relationship would change. The biggest difference being that now, you could actually have a relationship with him instead of stolen glances from across the room and endless sleepovers.

Sure, there was a part of you that would mourn the loss of West-Allen, their relationship having been the golden standard for so long. But nothing is forever, especially not something that makes two people as miserable as they had been.

Smiling to yourself, you imagined Dawn’s brunette hair, the same shade as Barry’s and her eye shape similar to yours. Knowing the life in store for you and Barry, you knew that things were working out for the better.

Caught up in your head, you didn’t notice the door open and slightly jumped at Barry’s sudden presence next to you.

“Deep in thought?” he questioned, a signature warm smile on his face.

You chuckled, “Just thinking about everything that’s happened.”

Barry nodded, “I get that, Iris and I had a lot to discuss.”

You hummed at him, not wanting to pry, but curious about what the couple decided.

“We’re getting a divorce, and we’re pretty much in agreement about everything so it will likely just take the two months that Nora said.”

You simply nodded, not thinking it appropriate to smile or congratulate him. Despite knowing that he doesn’t romantically love Iris anymore, you knew that a childhood love like they had would always remain in some capacity.

Wrapping his arm around your waist, Barry gave you a quick peck on the cheek before pulling away and beaming, “I have been waiting a long time to be able to do that in public.”

You laughed, “Well, we’ll get plenty of opportunities to do it more once everything is official.”

Barry’s smile remained, “I can’t wait.”

Chuckling at the man you’ll soon be able to call your boyfriend and possibly even your husband, you rested your head on his chest as you had done many times before. But the new meaning behind his touch made it feel different.

Running his hand through your hair, Barry smiled, “Let’s go home.”

You fondly looked up at him. Sure, your relationship wasn’t ideal, some would even call you a mistress or home-wrecker. But all that truly mattered was that you and him knew what you felt. And the truth was that what you both shared was real, and stronger than anything either of you had ever experienced before.

You comfortably sighed in his arms, “I would love that.”

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Meeting His Parents | J.K

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Pairing: Jonathan Kent x fem!teen!reader

Request: “Hey! I had a request if you don’t mind doing! Can you do from Superman & Lois, Jonathan Kent x female reader where your dating him and Clark and Lois find out and want to meet her. Obviously, reader knows Jonathan is part Kryptonian and is cool with it, but is very, very scared of meeting Superman. So basically reader meets Jonathan’s parents over dinner, that they invited her over and in the end, she gets their approval and it’s a happy ending!”| Requested by Anonymous

A/N: I got this request months ago and I’m sooo behind. I’m so sorry you guys, I’m the slowest. The title is really basic because I don’t even know anymore and didn’t really know what to do with this request do here’s my attempt at writing fluff. Along with fluff, I can’t write endings so they all end up like an early-2000s movie. This is my 30th fic!!!

Summary: After weeks of asking, Jon was finally able to convince you to meet his parents.

Warnings: None that I know of.

Word Count: ~2.2k

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Once the final bell rang and students were released from their classes, you heard Jon call your name so you slowed your pace to allow him to catch up with you. As he approached you, you bit your lip to fight back your nerves at the question he was bound to ask you.

“Hey,” he greeted, taking your hand into yours to briefly intertwine them together and gently squeeze your hand before letting go.

Your heart still fluttered when he did that. Sure, you two had been dating for a month now, but you still couldn’t get over the amazingness of your boyfriend.

He had started interlocking your fingers together in jealousy when he caught Timmy, your ex-boyfriend and also Jon’s football teammate/ex-bully, staring at you both in annoyance whenever you both walked the halls.

However after realizing his motive for holding your hand and consequently reassuring him that your feelings for Timmy had disappeared, Jon had started doing small squeezes as a greeting.

You smiled at him, “Hey, what’s up?”

Jon’s nerves seemed to match yours as he sucked in a breath before putting his hands in his pockets. “I uh, actually wanted to talk about that thing I brought up earlier. You know... about my parents.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you slowly nodded when you both came to a stop outside of Smallville High School.

“Yeah, well… how about tonight?” Jon proposed.

You fidgeted with the straps on your backpack as you began to sputter out an excuse, “Jon-”

Knowing your intentions, he interrupted you to plead his case, “I know this is a big deal. I mean, I’m asking you to meet my parents. But I’ve met yours, and they were great! How different could it possibly be?”

“Well I don’t know, Jon?” you sarcastically shrugged while gesturing with your hands before leaning closer to him and ‘loudly’ whispering, “My parents aren’t the best reporter in the world and freaking Superman!”

“It’s not even like that,” Jon began.

You continued, “Yeah, you’re right, Lois Lane isn’t the only best reporter in the world, that title is tied with her and Kara Danvers! Who is your aunt, or cousin, whatever!”

Becoming defensive, Jon stepped back and crossed his arms, “She’s my first cousin once removed, and are you actually afraid of my family?”

Your stance weakened at his question and you shook your head from side to side. Sitting down on a nearby bench, you rested your head on your hands.

“No, no Jon, of course not. But- I… I’m not particularly impressive, and you’ve told me about Eliza and how much your parents and Jordan loved her…” you admitted, trailing off.

Uncrossing his arms, Jon frowned at your implied self-deprecation before sitting next to you, “Hey, that’s not true at all. Sure, I was with Eliza for a while and my family got used to it, but you’re way better than her and they’ll love you equally, if not more.”

You gave him an unconvinced look, before he continued chuckling, “Well, first of all, you didn’t ditch me at Harvest Fest.”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you bumped his shoulder against your own, “Well I didn’t really have a choice. If it weren’t for me then you would have been left to drunkenly wobble home and would have ended up in the lake.”

Jon gave you a sarcastic laugh which made you genuinely laugh. Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed, “Okay, you’ve convinced me, I’ll see you this evening?”

He gave a wide grin before confirming, “Yep, my house at six.”

You gave him a final nod before quickly kissing his cheek and standing up. “I’ll see you then.”

And with that, you turned to go home and get ready. Granted, your nerves weren’t completely gone, but you were confident that as long as Jon was there, you could manage them.

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Knocking on the wooden door, you played with the hem of your dress while balancing a pie in your hand. Luckily for you, baking helped ease your nerves and it provided a tasty gift.

A moment later, the door was opened and you were met by Jordan’s jet-black curls.

“Hey,” he waved, “I’m glad you could make it.”

Peeking out from behind him, Sarah appeared, already focused on dessert, “Ohhh, please tell me that’s your grandma’s old recipe?”

You grinned while nodding, “The one and only. With cinnamon crust, of course.”

Stepping aside, Jordan ushered you inside, mirroring Sarah’s interest in your pie. Smoothing out your dress before turning into the corner where Lois and Clark’s voices could be heard, you nervously swallowed before walking forward.

Seeing you step inside, Lois and Clark paused their conversation with a very handsome looking Jonothan to address you, and Lois was quick to smother you in adoration as she called your name.

“Ohhh, you look beautiful,” she smiled, walking over to you. “I’m so happy that you could make it, Jonathan talks about you all the time and I’ve just been dying to meet you.”

You shyly glanced at Jon who was glaring at his mom for exposing him before returning Lois’ enthusiasm, “Thank you so much for inviting me. I’ve heard so much about you both and it’s an honor to finally meet you Mrs. Lane.”

Joining his wife, Clark came over to you both, “I’m glad that we get to officially meet, Jon says that you’re a loyal Crows fan.”

You nodded, “Yes, I’ve been to every game since elementary school. You’re a great assistant coach, Mr. Kent, it’s a wonder that Coach Gaines had been able to manage the team for that long without you.”

“Well I’m flattered and glad you think so,” Clark chuckled before looking at his sons, “There are some people in this household who don’t share your ideals.”

At his words, Sarah gave a muffled laugh as the twins exchanged alarmed looks. You smiled at the family atmosphere that had engulfed the room. Catching Jon’s eye, you gave him a warm smile, pleased at how dinner was turning out.

Leading you towards the dinner table Lois commented, “I hope you like baked chicken, because I am admittedly not the best cook.”

“Which is why I cooked it,” Clark added, affectionately kissing Lois on the check.

You quietly chuckled before taking your seat at the six-person table next to Jon with Sarah and Jordan facing you and Lois and Clark at both ends of the table.

After being served, the table was immersed with comfortable small talk when the topic of baseball was brought up.

“Mr. Kent, Jon’s mentioned that you like baseball,” you remarked.

“I love it, I used to play as a kid.”

Sarah cut in, “Was it only as a kid? I feel like I’ve seen you play on TV somewhere.”

“He wishes,” Jordan laughed.

Clark put his hand over his heart, feigning offense, “Hey, I could have totally gone pro.”

“I’m sure you could have honey,” Lois playfully comforted. “And I could have joined the military with Lucy.”

Everyone at the table laughed excluding Clark who simply showed mock offense.

“No, no, dad. You’re right, you do have a super throw,” Jon joked.

“You pitched?” Sarah asked, not knowing the hidden meaning behind your boyfriend’s words.

Covering up for his son’s hint, Clark quickly nodded, “Yeah, forever ago. Now I just help Jon and Jordan with football.”

Nodding, Lois steered the conversation towards you, much to your discomfort.

“Are you in any clubs? Sarah mentioned you did cheer,” Lois asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, although sometimes it’s unfortunate that I have to face the crowd instead of the action during games. But I’m also in the newspaper club, it’s not as amazing as what you do, but we just cover small events and stuff around town.”

Lois enthusiastically grinned, “Well I’d be happy to have some help over at the Gazette if you’d ever like to stop by.”

“I’d love that!” you agreed.

Underneath the table, Jon’s hand found its way to yours and gave you a small squeeze as you engaged in small talk with his family. He occasionally made a comment but otherwise left his family to get to know you.

Throughout the dinner, Jon’s eyes almost never left your face as you animatedly talked and listened to everyone. He could only gaze at you in admiration as you effortlessly charmed his parents, as he knew you would.

As the evening came to an end and the pie you brought was devoured, Lois and Clark led you to the door as you said your goodbyes.

Shaking your hand, Clark spoke, “It was great to have you over, we’re so glad that we could finally meet you after hearing all about you from Jon.”

Inwardly smiling and sneaking a glance at your boyfriend, who was shuffling his feet on the ground in embarrassment, you returned the handshake, “Thank you again for having me, Jon is wonderful and it’s no doubt because of you both.”

Lois lightly laughed at your praise and added, “Well I can’t help but notice his sudden willingness to clean his room coincidentally before he video calls you so I’m sure I have you to thank you for that.”

You giggled at her remark and Jon cut into the conversation before any more humiliating details about him could be shared, “Okay then, I’m glad you’re both happy with my continued shaming. Mom, Dad, I think she has to go now, it’s getting kind of late.”

Jon’s parents chuckled at him before taking the hint.

“Okay, okay, we get it. But just know that you are always welcome and we’d be happy to have you here again,” Clark invited as Lois nodded in agreement.

“Thank you, I’d be happy to come. Goodnight!” you waved politely as the parents said farewell before being ushered back into the house by their son.

Jon sighed before putting his hands in his pocket, “Wow… that really just happened.”

“Yep, it’s official now. You’re stuck with me,” you joked.

“I think it’s the other way around.”

I don’t think so... but we’ll agree to disagree.”

Pulling you into a hug, Jon didn’t linger in your embrace, knowing his parents were watching. And he was correct as you peeked behind him and sure enough, Lois was hovering behind the curtain.

You grinned at her failed attempt at hiding, but understood her concern. Although you didn’t exactly know what she wanted to prevent from happening at 9 p.m. on a front porch.

“Is she still there?” he whispered.

After waiting a moment for her to leave, you shook your head once her shadow disappeared, “Yeah, but what about your dad’s super-vision?”

“I’ll take my chances.”

Leaning in, Jon pressed his lips against yours in an innocent kiss that still made your heart feel as if it exploded. Pulling away, you bashfully grinned as he rocked on his heels.

“Thank you,” he smiled before frantically clarifying, “Not for the kiss-I mean yes… I enjoyed kissing you, but thank you for coming to dinner.”

You giggled at his uncharacteristic awkwardness, “I’m glad that I did. I was really freaking out over nothing. Your parents are great.”

“Yeah, they are.”

Quickly hugging him again, your parent’s car pulled up in Kent's driveway and you took it as your sign to leave.

“Well, that’s my ride. I’ll call you?” you asked, backing away.

Jon nodded, “I’ll be waiting.”

With a final smile sent his way, you turned away from the Kent residence to leave the property. But you knew that wouldn’t be for the final time.

Like anyone would be, you and him were nervous about introducing you to his crazy family. And he was even a little worried that in the midst of all the super, you would find him a little… ordinary.

However, as if you were able to sense his fears, you never failed to reassure him that to you, Jonathan Kent was everything but ordinary.

At the beginning of that day, you didn’t want to even imagine trying to successfully meet Jon’s parents. But by the end, you couldn’t wait to see them and him again. And that was truly super.

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Stole My Heart | L.S

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Pairing: Leonart Snart x reader

Request: “Hey. You are sooo great at writing. I was wondering if you could do one more with Leonard Snart… Please, and only if you want. And thanks for the amazing work♥️” | Requested by @ AnaDragomir712 (On Wattpad)

A/N: I didn’t expect to enjoy writing this as much as I did, villains are way more fun than heroes. This gets unexpectedly steamy, but reader is basically Catwoman so it makes sense. I could totally also imagine the first part as a Batman x reader, which makes me think I should start writing for DCEU characters.

Summary: After dancing around each other, you and Leonard finally break the ice when you both go after the same jewel.

Warnings: Lots of flirting, suggestive flirting

Word Count: ~2.1k

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Expertly twisting through the security laser beams, you did one last somersault before you were finally face to face with the famous South African diamond.

Named after its place of origin, the diamond was one of the largest in the world and was being transported through Central City right after you finished your last score.

Smirking to yourself at how easy it was, you pulled a laser of your own out of your duffel bag that would break its supposed indestructible glass case, allowing you to effortlessly put it in your bag and escape.

Just as you put a hole in the glass, a chill ran down your spine as the storage warehouse dropped at least twenty degrees. You exasperatedly sighed at who you were bound to face, and just as you turned around, he called out your name.

“What a coincidence,” the parka-clad man hummed, “Then again, I guessed that you might be here since you do have great taste, not unlike my own.”

Letting a sickly sweet smile spread across your face, you purred, “What a surprise, I was getting a little lonely.”

“Oh really? I figured that you’d like to revel in your own aura uninterrupted.”

“Well, I’d hardly call you an interruption, Captain.”

Despite his goggles, you could sense him rolling his eyes at your mocking use of his ‘title’. During the banter, you lifted the jewel out of the case, about to shove it in your bag.

Turning his weapon on you, Captain Cold smirked, “Now, now. Don’t think I just came to see you.”

You innocently tilted your head, “Really, I thought I meant more to you than a measly diamond, Leonard.”

Powering up the cold gun, he dryly chuckled before deadpanning, “Hand over the gem.”

“Please, when have I ever made it easy for you?”

The second he put his finger on the trigger, you stuffed the diamond in your bag before leaping up to grab the beam horizontally supporting the ceiling. Quickly pulling yourself up, you slung the duffle around your torso before expertly sprinting across the plank.

The thief below you was rapidly firing the cold gun in the air, narrowly missing you. Dodging blasts of ice, you almost made it across the warehouse before a well-aimed shot blasted a hole in the beam, making you tumble down to the ground.

Gracefully rolling to the floor, you immediately bounced back up before grabbing your own weapon from the belt of your skin-tight suit.

Pointing it at him, you taunted, “I wonder what would hurt more? Ice or a bullet?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” he countered.

Despite both your threats and experience in shooting people, those people were never each other. Something that in theory, wouldn’t make a difference, but when you were actually faced with the opportunity to wound each other, neither of you could pull the trigger, literally.

After a tense moment, a crack from the ceiling diverted both of your attention. Leonard’s rapid firing had broken most of the ceiling’s support beams, and it was now threatening to cave in at any moment.

Sensing the danger, you were the first to put away your gun, “Well, as fun as this has been, I have to get going. But we should definitely do it again sometime!” you teased.

Turning away, knowing he wouldn’t shoot you anymore than you would shoot him, you turned away from him while your hips danced to the beat of your own victory.

Before you made it very far, you felt a tug on your wrist as you were pulled back and held flush against his chest.

“Don’t think I’ll let you get away so easily,” he whispered into your ear.

Trying to pull yourself away from him, his grip made it impossible to escape which left you no choice but to simmer in the tension between you both.

Playfully pulling off his goggles and flinging them to the ground, you looked into his eyes before placing your hands on the back of his neck.

Knowing exactly what you were going to do, Captain Cold made no move to stop you as you pulled his lips to meet yours.

As planned, his grip loosened around your waist which allowed you to break away from his hold. Blowing a final kiss towards him, you sprinted off into the night, leaving him stunned and gem-less.

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Crawling into your apartment through the window after taking the long way home to prevent being followed, you dropped the duffel bag on the floor. Going to your room, you changed into more comfortable attire after taking a quick shower.

Your heart was still skipping after the kiss, and while it wasn’t exactly a surprise that it finally happened, it definitely did not help you take your mind off him.

Finally back in your living room, you figured that you would take a look at the jewel someone was willing to spend half a billion dollars on. Pulling the rock out of your bag, you scoffed at what you saw.

Definitely not what you stole, a black rock identical in weight to the diamond was the only thing in your bag.

You dryly laughed when you recounted what happened, realizing that the same kiss you used to escape was also what Leonard used to switch the stones.

Instead of anger, as you would feel if it was anyone else, excitement bubbled up inside of you at getting another chance at seeing the man who stole your heart, and your diamond.

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Kneeling on the balcony to avoid being seen, you glanced down at your watch to check the time. Slightly frowning to yourself, your fingers tapped on the ground in impatience.

You had found out who was going to buy the diamond from the Captain and expertly imitated Leonard when contacting the buyer and calling off the meeting.

Now there you were, waiting for your competitor to show up to an empty warehouse to meet the supposed buyer, only for him to fall right into your trap and allow you to steal the diamond back from him.

“You are quite persistent,” an icy voice spoke from behind you.

Your body snapped around to face the unexpected interrupter as your eyes widened. Lo and behold, Leonard Snart aka Captain Cold had found your hiding spot and had apparently discovered your plan.

Your surprise made you slightly stumble forward from where you were crouched on your heel, before grabbing the wall to casually lean against as he stared at you in amusement.

Attempting to recover from being caught off guard, you mused, “It’s funny how despite all the abandoned warehouses in Central City, we always manage to be in the same one.”

He hissed, “Well I was supposed to be meeting someone very important in this one. What are you doing here?”

“Just hangin’ out I guess,” you shrugged before eying the bag in his hand, “I don’t suppose you have anything of mine in there?”

Leonard laughed, “Sweetheart, you’ll have to do a lot more than sabotage my buy to pull one over on me.”

Taking a step towards him, you hummed, “That can definitely be arranged.”

Putting his hand out, he gripped your bicep to stop you from coming any closer, “I don’t think you know who you’re messing with.”

“Oh Leo, I know all too well what I’m doing.”

Your eyes were locked with his and you both refused to break eye contact. Tilting your head, you silently challenged him to make the first move for once. But he only smirked at your expecting gaze.

Pulling back, he tossed the bag over his shoulder before turning away. Your shoulders dropped as his footsteps echoed out of the building and you were left wide-eyed and stunned at his exit.

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With one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped around the diamond, Leonard’s eyes couldn’t help but wander to the sparkling jewel. Sure, he had been in possession of diamonds before, some even more impressive. However, you had never also been fixated on the same gem as him before.

And Leonard would be lying to himself if he said that your interest in the gem had not prompted his own.

But what could he say? He enjoyed the chase.

Absentmindedly humming to himself, he let his mind wander to you. Wander to how he left you standing in the warehouse, practically begging him to turn your teasing relationship into a romantic one.

But no, like an idiot, he chose some stupid jewel over you. A jewel that was going to be put in some random museum somewhere. When he could have had you, someone who could probably pull off a heist from a museum anywhere.

And that particular thought almost made him stop in the middle of the road to turn back around.

Almost.

Alas, he was miles from where he left you, with no plans of going back any time soon.

Despite the seemingly slim chance of him ever seeing you again, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself. He knew that you both would cross paths eventually.

You always did.

And when he pictured “eventually”, he imagined in a few months, maybe a year. Definitely not in a few seconds.

Popping up from the back seat, you laughed, “Are you singing the Cruella De Vil song?”

Swerving at your unexpected appearance, the thief hit the breaks before he ran off the barren road.

Twisting around to face you, Leonard hissed, “What-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you wagged your finger in his face, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“How did you get-”

“If she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will,” you sang.

He scoffed as you ignored him before continuing, “To see her is to take a sudden chill- wait, are you singing about me?!”

The cold-themed villain in question opened his mouth to argue however you bounced in your seat and persisted, “Oh my god! You were singing about me!”

He rolled his eyes at your conclusion, not denying it as you flug yourself onto him, “Oh Leo!” you dramatically gasped, “I knew you weren’t giving me the cold shoulder!”

Shrugging you off of him, you fell into the passenger seat before pulling yourself upright. Crossing your legs, you tapped on the dashboard, “Fine. Don’t admit it, I already know the truth.”

The infamous Captain Cold only glared at you in response before starting up the car again.

Looking at him expectantly, you hummed, “So… where to next?”

Glancing at you with a surprisingly unbothered expression, Leonard chuckled, “Anywhere you want.”

Grinning at his answer, you started listing off all the places you’d been meaning to visit, mostly for thievery but there were some romantic locations sprinkled in too.

The diamond had been long forgotten after it was discarded into the backseat, as you two had no reason to create false pretenses to see each other anymore.

Driving down the road, you smiled in your seat at your suddenly-created plans. Noticing Leonard’s hand lying on the armrest, you shyly took it into yours, looking out the window to avoid his gaze.

Wrapping his fingers around yours, Leo accepted your hand, gently squeezing it without diverting his attention from the road.

And despite his cold expression, he smiled to himself at the affection, secretly pleased with how things turned out.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his touch, beaming towards the door. After being alone in your thievery for so long, you had finally found someone, and you smiled.

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Before Your Parents Were Parents | N.W-A

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Pairing: Nora West-Allen x fem!reader, Allegra Garcia x daughter!reader, Chester P. Runk x daughter!reader

Request: “Hi! Can I request a Allegra Garcia x Fem! Reader where the reader came back with Nora and Bart but is actually adopted by Allegra and she knows that Ezperanza died and tries to comfort her mother but fails miserably. But when Thawne came he also went to attack Team flash and the Reader protects everyone with the abilities of Allegra and she can also create mini black holes like breaches (I ship Chester and Allegra) she speaks Spanish when rushing things and decides to stay back in 2021 to get to know her mother better seeing as she’s more stricter in the future and is avoiding Chester cause she can’t spoil thier future relationship. So Nora (her gf) explains that avoiding him isn’t going to work and convinces her to atleast be on friendly terms with him before the renewal ceremony. There code name could be ultravioleta in honor of her cousin. Her powers are more like she gains the powers of those closest to her (Allegra and Chester) but she can’t uptain speed unless Speadforce Nora gives it to her. Also the reader gets super nervous around Barry and Iris because they practically are the only reason she knows Nora in the first place” | Requested by Anonymous

A/N: I admittedly don’t like Allegra and Chester’s characters very much, so there’s a bit of a conflict of interest. But I did want to fulfill my promise of writing this request so here it is. probably won’t be taking requests for their characters anymore just out of personal preference. P.S: I suck at titles.

Summary: After going back in time with the Allen twins, you run into your parents… who don’t know it yet.

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~2k

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Walking down the corridor, you paused when you came across the speed lab and saw your mom through the glass. Well… Allegra, you should say.

You had come with Nora and Bart to help with the Godspeed War. However, the year Godspeed chose to visit was 2021, before your parents got together. Although the three of you had already messed up the timeline, you all decided that it would be best not to spoil your mom and dad’s relationship before it even started.

Therefore, you were sworn to secrecy, having no excuse for knowing so much about Chester and Allegra and making your interactions with them tense and awkward.

Against your better judgment, you entered the speed lab with the intention of mending your poor first impression with Allegra where you came off as more of an obsessed super-fan and less of a casually-admiring fellow hero.

“Hi,” you spoke, alerting her of your presence as she looked up from the desk.

Seeing a picture frame in her hands, you recognized her cousin, ​​Esperanza.

You gestured to the picture, “I know that a lot has happened since, but I’m sorry about Esperanza. She was trying to change and should have gotten the chance.”

Allegra’s eyes narrowed at you and her grip on the frame tightened, “How do you know what happened? Is there some sort of museum in the future or something?

“Uhh, yeah,” you sputtered, not being able to tell her that you got this information from countless bedtime stories about your first cousin, once removed. “Kind of. There’s one about the villains you guys have faced and stuff.”

Your mother scoffed before crossing her arms, “Now you're saying my cousin goes down in history as a villain?”

“N-No, of course not! It’s just that, well… she did some bad stuff,” you quickly insisted, your original plan of mending your relationship with her was quickly dissolving.

As if Chester could sense that his future wife was irritated, the engineer entered the speed lab, ready to diffuse the situation.

“What’s going on?” he asked, seeing Allegra’s visible anger and you frantically trying to defend yourself.

“Nothing!” you urged, “I was just leaving actually.”

You had always idealized your parent’s relationship,which is why you didn’t trust yourself to be in the room with them together without spilling the news. However, your avoidance of them caused you to coincidentally leave every time Chester entered, which understandably hurt the more sensitive man’s feelings.

“Well, bye… I guess,” Chester muttered, and for a second you wanted to stay and explain everything, which was all the more reason for you to leave.

Just as you were about to exit, red lights turned on and an alarm blared through the speakers. Recognizing the sound, you immediately closed the doors to the speed lab and ran back to Chester and Allegra.

“What is that?!” your mom yelled over the deafening noise.

While pulling out his tablet, Chester replied in a similarly loud voice, “The prisoner alarm! One of the Godspeeds must have broken out of their cell!”

Covering your ears, you asked, “Where are they now?!”

Clicking buttons on his pad, Chester audibly gulped before turning to the door and pointing.

Just as he gestured, you saw a vibrating figure emerge from the locked door as the escaped Godspeed phased through the wall.

Without hesitation, you immediately activated your powers, channeling energy from Allegra and Chester to create a black hole. Just a second before the Godspeed could run over to you all, you used a UV blast to throw the attacker into the void.

Closing the portal, the alarm stopped when it could no longer sense the presence of the escapee. You braced yourself against the wall after the large exertion of energy, breathing heavily from using both powers simultaneously.

Bringing your eyes over to your parents, their mouths were agape after what they had just witnessed, and your brain was already in overdrive trying to come up with an excuse. After all, you couldn’t admit that your powers came from genetics.

“What was that?!” they simultaneously yelled, understandably shocked and even more confused about you than before.

“Um,” you stumbled, nervously scratching the back of your neck, “I can uh… copy other people’s powers… yeah. I just channel your energy through me and bam, I can make black holes and blast ultraviolet rays.”

Before your future parents could ask more questions, the West-Allen family along with the rest of Team Flash appeared at the speed lab’s entrance, no doubt coming to assist you with the threat.

“Ultraviolet!” Nora yelled, not knowing you had already handled the Godspeed.

You gave her a weak smile, “Yeah, yeah. The speedster escaped, I dealt with it.”

“Wait, wait, your codename is Ultraviolet?” Allegra fumed, crossing her arms.

Letting out a small, nervous laugh at how badly things had fallen apart in the last ten minutes, you nodded.

Before you could further explain, Barry cut it, “What do you mean by ‘dealt with’”

You held up your hands and quickly backtracked, “No, no. Not like ‘dealt with’, I mean… he’s not dead.”

“She black-holed him!” Chester interjected.

“Yes!” you agreed, “Well, kind of.”

“You kind of black holed him?” Iris asked, her suspicion mirroring Allegra’s.

You nodded, “I also used an ultraviolet blast. I can copy people’s powers.”

At your words, everyone relaxed, seeming to believe your explanation. You smiled to yourself and Bart and Nora slyly fist-bumped at you all’s success in maintaining the timeline.

Just as you almost got away with it, Caitlin spoke up, “So it has nothing to do with you being their daughter?”

Your shoulders dropped, similar to Allegra and Chester’s jaws.

You probably could have played it off, but your awkward pause after the doctor’s statement only confirmed her words.

Feeling the pressure in your head increase, your breathing grew heavier as the room was silenced. You didn’t know how the heroes around you would react, but the suspense was killing you to see if you had ruined your relationship with your parents before it even began.

Bart nervously chuckled, “Ha ha, wow, that’s a good one doc.”

Nora shook her head at her brother, nonverbally saying that the jig was up and despite their best efforts, the timeline was even more damaged.

“A sample of your blood was obtained from the Godspeed war,” Caitlin explained, “When put into our system, it automatically matched with Chester and Allegra’s.”

“You-You’re our- We…?” Chester stuttered, trailing off while Allegra’s face turned a concerning shade of red.

You slowly nodded, “In the future, yeah.”

Allegra’s expression remained blank, contrasting Chester’s shock, as she heavily exhaled, “I need some air.”

As she left the room, you watched your mother exit with an aura of confusion and frustration. But despite your brain telling you to follow, your gut made the better choice of staying where you were.

“I’m going to go check on her…” Chester trailed off as he similarly left the room, avoiding your eyes when you for once tried to meet his.

With your silence, the rest of Team Flash dispersed, leaving only you and your girlfriend in the speed lab.

“So…” Nora began, “That did not turn out how we thought it would.”

You felt your legs go numb, but before you could give in and sink to the ground, Nora sped over and caught you.

Wrapping her arms around you, she warmly embraced you, “Hey, hey, I know you weren’t able to break the news as you wanted, but at least it’s out in the open now.”

Returning her hug, you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes as you sniffled, “They hate me now, even more than before!”

“Well we won’t leave until we change that,” Nora insisted. “In fact, I bet that they’ll come around before my mom and dad’s vow renewal.”

Looking up from where you were crying on her shoulder you asked your girlfriend, “Really, you think so?”

Pressing a quick kiss on your cheek, she assured, “I know so.”

Before you could blink, Nora had speed away and back, so she could offer you a tissue.

Chuckling at her casual use of powers, you accepted the paper with a small, “Thank you,” before wiping the tears from your eyes.

Just as you were able to collect yourself, Chester and Allegra appeared at the glass doors, looking less angry than before. And you hoped they were ready to listen and maybe even willing to talk to you.

With one last kiss on the cheek, Nora sped out the room, no doubt going to watch from the monitors in the cortex.

“Um, hey,” you started, not really sure what else to say.

“Hi,” Allegra spoke, “Sorry for running out… I just had a lot on my mind.”

You nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Definitely.”

Looking at your mother, you didn’t know what else to say, her usually leading the conversations you had in the future. However, she didn’t seem to possess that particular trait yet, causing Chester to speak up.

“We came to apologize.”

You shook your head, “No, no. It’s my fault really-”

Cutting in, Chester insisted, “We shouldn’t have been so cold to you, even before we knew you were our… daughter.”

“Yeah, we should have gotten to know you better, daughter or not,” Allegra agreed.

You smiled at your parents and the scene of all of you together. Happy in one room, and you could sense that the future would remain, unaltered.

Glancing at his future wife before turning his attention back to you, Chester asked, “We were wondering if you would like to come to Barry and Iris’ vow renewal with us… as a family.”

“Then after we could maybe go get dinner and talk some more, with us actually listening this time,” Allegra added.

You grinned at your future parents, all your worries now a distant memory, “I would love that.”

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Surprise? | J.K

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Pairing: Jordan Kent x fem! teen!reader

Request:“May I request Jordan Kent x fem reader in which she was present in the battle during episode 7? The one with the solar flare. It's like she kinda knew that he was Superman’s son but this confirmed it. So when Jon destroys the machine it glitches so using the reader's own powers (energy absorption) she stops Clark and Jordan from dying and punches John Irons being like. 'DONT YOU DARE GO NEAR HIM(Jordan)' ” | Requested by Anonymous

A/N: I rewatched the scene as I wrote so the dialogue matches up with the show but obviously there is some dialogue added though just for the fic. Not gonna lie, I didn’t look up what exactly energy absorption is so the power may not be spot on but it’s still really cool.

Summary: When the lives of your boyfriend and his family are endangered, the only way to save them also involves revealing a big secret.

Warnings: Canon-level violence.

Word Count: ~1.9k

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Sitting on the couch next to Jordan, you placed your hand on his shoulder and comforted, “I’m sure Jon’ll calm down eventually, you’ve had worse fights than this.”

Jordan silently shrugged, mindlessly flipping through television channels. You sighed at his seeming indifference before placing your hands on his face and turning his head towards you.

Looking into his saddened eyes, you spoke, “Jordan, I promise you that Jon and I weren’t talking about anything at school today. He just needed a friend. Plus, he totally has a thing for Teagan, which I don’t really get but whatever.”

Jordan’s eyes held contact with yours for a moment before he turned away, sighing, “I know, I know. I just… I’ve had a hard day-And that’s not an excuse! But, you know…”

You slightly tilted your head, “Know what?”

He opened and closed his mouth, searching for an answer that would accurately convey his thoughts, “Jon is… well, Jon. City guy, football quarterback-”

You interrupted him, pointing your finger on his chest, “You’re a football player too! Not that it matters, but you’re legit now! If I hadn’t met you when I did then girls would’ve been lined up at your door.”

He gave you an incredulous look and deadpanned, “I don’t think a girl has even looked at me before living in Smallville.”

You shrugged, “Middle school doesn’t count, everyone’s too busy with pimples and hormones to notice the guys that matter.”

Standing up off the couch, Jordan ascended up the stairs going to his room as you followed closely behind.

After knowing the Kents for years and your family often visiting them in Metropolis, you being in Jordan’s room whenever you were over was natural and neither of your parents really minded. Plus, his father had super-hearing so what was the most you both could really get away with?

Walking up the staircase, Jordan asked, “Even if I believed you, you’ve known me for years, I’m pretty sure even the middle school bullies knew that we’d end up together.”

Before you could confirm his thoughts, Jordan tumbled up the remaining stairs with his hands clutching his head as he groaned in pain.

“Jordan!” you yelled, kneeling down to where he was shriveled on the floor.

His eyes were clenched shut as you screamed, “Jon!”

The older twin entered the hallway at your cry and quickly came over towards you when he saw his brother’s pained state.

“Hey, Jordan, Jordan, Jordan, hey-”

“I think someone’s trying to kill dad,” Jordan gasped, clutching his head.

Unanimously, you and Jonathan exclaimed, “What?”

“Where?” Jonathan also asked.

“I-I don’t know, I can kind of hear him-” Jordan explained before wincing in pain.

Propping yourself under his shoulder, you helped him up as Jonathan ran down the stairs to get the keys.

“Can you take us to him?” you asked.

“What?!” he yelled, before grimacing at his own noise. He then whispered, “What are we going to do? What if you get hurt?”

You opened and closed your mouth before shrugging. You knew what you’d do if you got hurt, draw power from something else to heal yourself. But you had yet to tell Jordan of your own superpowers.

You had meant to tell him when he told you that his dad was superman, him waiting a grand total of three hours before telling you. But he had seemed so distraught about the secret that you didn’t want to add to his trouble.

Instead of revealing yourself in that already stressful moment, you helped him into the truck, “I’ll be fine.”

You sat in the middle of the brothers as Jonathan started the engine before accidentally making the vehicle lurch forward, adding to his twin’s suffering.

At the sudden movement, you grabbed Jordan’s shoulders to prevent him from jolting too much. “Do you even know how to drive?!” you ‘screamed’ in a hushed whisper.

“Not really!”

You braced yourself with both hands on the dashboard as Jordan urged his brother, “Okay, you’re gonna have to go faster, alright!”

“Jordan, I’ve only ever driven mom’s car before!” Jonathan defended, his hands clenching the steering wheel as he tried to control the truck in the pouring rain, “Please just tell me which way to go.”

Doubling over in pain, Jordan groaned, “It’s so loud.”

Your hands immediately went to his as you tried to help him.

“Hey, hey, Jordan look at me,” you pleaded as Jordan’s scared eyes met your own, “Just try to do what you did earlier- when you were listening to me and Jon at school. Please, please just do that.”

Jordan winced again as his breathing quickened.

“Jordan, please focus. Please!” Jonathan begged.

The superpowered twin grabbed onto your hand as he squeezed it while he tried to find some clarity in his mind. You grinded your teeth together at your boyfriend’s subconscious use of superstrength before closing your own eyes.

Feeling a spark of electricity nearby, you pulled it towards you as your hand faintly simmered red while the pain disappeared. The streetlights around you flickered as you drew energy from them, not that the Kent brother’s noticed in the midst of all the chaos.

Jordan’s eyes shot open and he released his grip on your hand as he rapidly pointed to the left, “That way, that way!”

Sharply turning the truck onto a different road, you noticed a barn up ahead with red light radiating from it.

“Over there!” you pointed as Jonathan headed towards the building.

As you approached, you were all able to see the stranger Lois and Clark had been hunting for the past few days through the wide open barn doors.

Pressing his foot on the pedal, Jonathan accelerated towards the man.

Your eyes widened at the increased speed and you grabbed his shoulder, “What are you doing! Do you see that thing he’s holding!”

Jonathan shook his head, “Dad’s in trouble!”

Before you or Jordan could further protest, the truck collided with the man who was moments away from killing the Man of Steel. You jerked forwards as the stranger was thrown back and the hammer was flung out of his hand.

Upon impact, Jordan’s hand grabbed the handle on the car’s ceiling and his arm wrapped around your shoulder to prevent you from hitting your head on the dashboard.

When the truck came to a stop, you all stumbled out of the vehicle and you tried not to throw up at the quickness of everything.

“The-the light’s.” Clark groaned, struggling to pick himself up off the floor.

Pulling the hammer off of the ground, Jonathan turned towards the machine producing the red sun lights and brought the weapon down on it, effectively smashing the machine.

However the destruction of the device only made the lamps briefly flicker before they came back on, even brighter than before.

Clark and Jordan unanimously cried out in pain at the intensity of the lights as they fell to the ground. You urgently fell to Jordan’s side as you cradled his withering form.

Jonathan went to his father as he pleaded, “Dad, Dad! What do we do?! Please, dad, what do we do?!”

Pulling himself off the ground, the man darkly chuckled, “I always have a back-up plan.”

Feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes, you closed your eyes as you felt the energy from your surroundings bubble up inside of you.

Drawing power from the lights, you wobbled up off the ground as the veins in your hands glowed red and a matching shimmer made its way up your arm.

The man was faced away from you and focused on Superman, unable to see your powers activate and the danger he was in.

Grabbing the hammer from off the ground, the man lifted it up to bring it down on the Kent’s as you made the lights shut off and screamed, “Don’t you dare!”

With power drawn into your hand, you punched the stranger and he crumbled to the ground, leaving you to meet the wide eyes of Jonathan Kent and the groggy eyes of his father and brother.

The simmer from your hands faded as you directed the remaining energy from the lights into Jordan and Clark.

The two superpowered aliens sighed in relief before they realized what happened. Lois emerged from the side of the barn as she yelled, “What was that?!”

“Yeah!” Jonathan agreed, “You have powers?!”

You shyly smiled, “Surprise?”

Helping pull Jordan up while Jonathan helped his dad, you explained, “I was going to tell you but then everything happened and well… I don’t know, I promise I was going to do it later though.”

Jordan smiled at you as he softly bumped his shoulder against yours, “Well at least I’m not the only one at our school with superpowers now.”

Jonathan huffed, “Yeah, but I’m probably the only one without them.”

You all chuckled as Clark offered you his hand to shake, “Well thank you for the assist. Hopefully your expert use of powers can help Jordan.”

“Hey! I’m trying my best.”

Laughing at the youngest twin, you all headed towards your respective vehicles and Clark went to pick up the stranger’s unconscious form.

“Wait,” you stopped in your tracks, “Who’s going to drive back?”

Jordan started to raise his hand before Lois cut in, “Nope, no way. You all are coming with me. Clark can bring the truck back later.”

Jordan slumped over in disappointment as he dragged his feet to Lois’ car. “Fine,” he huffed.

Jonathan scoffed, “Do you seriously think that you’d do a better job at driving than me?”

“Think? I know I would, not that you did well to begin with.”

“Oh, please. I got us here in the pouring rain while you were collapsed in the corner-”

The two twins continued bickering as you all crammed into the backseat of Lois’ car. You were unfortunately stuck in the middle of them and their argument, again.

But despite the constant disagreements between the twins, you found it in yourself to smile at how things turned out, glad that you were finally able to tell Jordan your secret.

Holding his hand in yours, Jordan briefly stopped screaming at Jonathan and smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but grin back.

Sure, not all secrets turn out the best when revealed, but this surprise was definitely for the better.

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The Pros and Cons of Time-Travel | N.W-A

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Pairing: Nora West-Allen x reader, Eobard Thawne x daughter!reader, (Future) Caitlin Snow x adopted daughter!reader

Request: "Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Nora West-Allen x Thawne Fem Reader. Basically the reader was adopted by a Member of Team flash (Whom ever you want) after Thawne killed her mother (how he got caught in iron heights) and she never actually told Nora directly she was his daughter until he tried to kill her and her eyes go red and she shouts 'Don't Touch My Nora!!' and Nora isn't actually hurt and was like yeah I knew but I wanted you to tell me cause I love you in all that. Barry however is skeptic and puts her in a cell. It could kinda be like the reader think back to how she got in the cell and then it could end with Nora opening it and saying 'I don't care was my dad thinks, you're not like him and I need you' P. S Nora and the Reader are like Barry and Iris childhood friends to lovers" | Requested by Anonymous

A/N: Thawne’s storyline still confuses me to this day so just ignore any plot holes that may appear. Also, I went slightly off-script from the request but the general idea is still there.

Summary: When you are warned that your father, Eobard Thawne, was planning to cause havoc in 2018, you and your girlfriend go back in time in hopes of stopping him.

Warnings: Canon-level violence

Word Count: ~2.7k

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Pacing around the speed lab, you ran your hands through your hair in frustration at the events that had unfolded. Groaning to yourself, tears pricked the corners of your eyes at how awful things had become. And you couldn’t help but think that it was your fault.

You had everything you could have wished for. A normal life with your childhood best friend, recently turned girlfriend. But like everything else that’s ever gone wrong in your life, your father and his psychopathic tendencies just had to step in and ruin it.

You had been tipped off by a prison guard that your father had some sinister plan to go back to 2018, and you couldn’t stop yourself from going after him.

You knew that after everything your father did to your birth mother, you probably should have stayed away. Even Caitlin had suggested it when she adopted you. But you had been secretly keeping tabs on him ever since you first learned to sneak out in high school.

Finally, eleven years after bribing that first guard for information, it had finally paid off when you were finally old enough to stop him… you hoped.

So you had told Nora that you would be visiting 2018 for a little while, under the guise that you were making Caitlin a present with objects from her past.

But of course Nora, your ever so helpful girlfriend who always functioned to an excess, had pressed and questioned until she found out that you were actually time traveling to prevent an evil speedster from doing something that would definitely end in travesty.

She had insisted on joining you, passionately claiming that your problems were her problems. And originally, you had been completely against the idea of Nora going up against your father, not that she knew of your relation to him.

However she continued pushing, and you were running out of time. So you reluctantly agreed to let her join you.

That decision was one you may regret for the rest of your life, as now your girlfriend was being held hostage by the very man you vowed to stop in the first place.

Hearing the door to the speed lab open, you quickly wiped away your tears, knowing that there was no time for someone to comfort you while Nora’s life was on the line.

“Hey, they think they found Nora,” Caitlin spoke.

Sniffling, you hoped that she wouldn’t pick up on your silent distress. However, the doctor who would end up adopting you was smarter than that.

Walking closer towards you, Caitlin stopped before she breached your personal space but the comfort exuding from her was able to reach you as it had done so often during your childhood.

“I’m not sure how much you know about the people we’ve faced, but Barry has fought Thawne a million times before, he’s not going to lose now. Especially not with your help.”

Although you thought it was impossible given the current situation, you were able to slightly smile at her words.

“Thanks, I just… know that the Reverse-Flash always has a plan. But hopefully we’re able to stop it.”

She nodded before assuring, “We always do.”

With one last smile, Caitlin led you to the cortex where the rest of Team Flash were finalizing their plan.

“Good, you’re here,” Barry spoke, his form tense and his arms crossed, “We’re suiting up, I’ll meet you at Thawnes location.”

And with that, he ran off in a trail of lightning.

You and the Scarlet Speedster hadn’t exchanged many words, him more occupied with getting to know his daughter. You had however had more contact with Iris, mostly her needing your advice on how to get back onto Nora’s good side.

But when you did speak with Barry, he seemed less than trusting of you. Something you attributed to the story you told everyone of how you got your speed in a freak laboratory accident.

His skepticism of your fib was particularly ironic because that’s how he got his powers.

First, you silently cursed Oliver Queen’s remarkable training methods upon noticing the doubt cast across Barry’s face when you originally told the tale.

Secondly, you decided to step away from the team’s focus for the rest of your trip. Letting Nora tell them of the future meant less of a chance they would be able to pick up on your dishonesty.

Glancing at the computer monitor, you quickly memorized the coordinates of where they traced Thawne to. Without wasting another second, you followed behind Barry to finally do what you came to 2018 for. To stop the Reverse-Flash, and now, to get your girlfriend back.

Usually, running was what made you feel free… liberated, even.

After everything that happened in your childhood and despite your father’s master scheming, you were the one who was free to run until your legs gave out.

But now, there you were, chasing after your father again as he held another part of your life hostage. You just hoped that Nora wouldn’t have to be buried in your heart next to your mother.

As you ran, you looked through the lightning surrounding you and the sight made you trip over your own feet and tumble to the ground.

Seeing you fall, Barry called out your name, worried that something happened to you or that Thawne had attacked.

His concern went unheard as you examined your surroundings once more. Even rubbing your eyes to make sure you weren’t hallucinating from the stress the last few days has put you under.

Blinking hard, you felt your breathing get heavier as your vision was confirmed. You could almost see your mother’s lifeless body falling off the very same dock in front of you, helplessly splashing into the water after your father shredded through her heart.

As if cement filled your legs, your knees felt stuck to the ground as you vaguely registered a yellow suit speed into view. Recreating a perfect image of what happened to you sixteen years ago when you were only ten years old.

Eye’s glowing red, the Reverse-Flash held Nora up by her neck, her already bloodied body limp in the air as the man you hated to call your dad prepared to make her suffer the exact same fate as your mom.

“Nora!” you screamed, horrified at what he had already done to her.

Stumbling to your feet, you tried to push down the memories of how you had failed the last time you had been faced with this situation. Granted, you were only a child. But the stakes were the same, if not higher.

“Thawne,” Barry yelled, his voice threatening to crack upon seeing the state of his daughter, “Let her go, she isn’t the one you want. Your fight has always been with me.”

Ignoring the scarlet speedster, Eobard kept his eyes on you as he taunted, “Familiar isn’t it? This dock, our family together. And to think, Nora would have made such a great daughter-in-law.”

At his words, Barry’s eyebrows visibly furrowed in confusion underneath his suit. But he chose not to address it as he demanded, “Enough games Thawne, this ends today!”

The Reverse-Flash let out a sadistic chuckle as he lifted Nora off the ground once more and made his opposite hand vibrate.

Your heart stopped in your chest and you only heard ringing in your head as he lifted his speeding hand up to your girlfriend. Instantly acting to save his daughter, Barry raced to grab Nora.

However Thawne had expected the hero’s movement and was able to throw Barry to the ground, his pulsating hand no doubt injuring the man as he groaned out in pain.

Returning his attention to you, your father viscously grinned at you and your helplessness to do anything, again.

Nora stirred conscious and was able to lift her eyes up to meet yours despite her injured state.

Your eyes didn’t leave hers as she mouthed the words you were so used to hearing from her, albeit in much happier situations, “I love you.”

A sob broke past your lips when you tried to do the same, but instead of grief, anger engulfed you when instead of being red from tears, your eyes glowed in fury.

The only thing you felt was rage against your father which you channeled into speed coursing through your veins, and when his vibrating hand was barely a centimeter away from her back, you could only scream, “Get away from her!”

Before Thawne took another breath, you had jerked Nora out of his clutches, narrowly avoiding shredding yourself.

Feeling the power in you dissipate, Barry and Thawne could only blankly stare at what happened, it all going down at a speed not even they could comprehend.

From somewhere behind you, Frost had emerged and shot upgraded nanites at the Reverse Flash, them having been altered to not only disable a speedster’s powers but also knock them out.

You vaguely registered Thawne slumping to the ground and being taken away, but you and Barry’s focus was on Nora and her unresponsive state.

Shaking her, the tears running down your face prevented you from speaking in clear sentences, “N-Nora… babe, please. Please just open your eyes.”

Not quite doing as much as you requested, your girlfriend slightly stirred, causing you and the scarlet speedster to simultaneously breathe out sighs of relief.

Pulling her from your grip, Barry lifted Nora off the ground, “Thank you… but I have it from here.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to object and insist you be the one to take her back to S.T.A.R. Labs. But before you could get any words out, he gestured to someone behind you and you felt a prick in your neck before everything went dark.

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When you opened your eyes, you had to squint under the bright fluorescent lights that illuminated the blue-tiled cell. Wobbly rising from the ground, you pressed yourself onto the walls in a daze, your mind taking longer than usual to piece together where you were.

Knowing something was wrong, you saw a device on your arm, lined up with your vein, sticking into your skin. And you guessed that the device was the reason behind your dizzy state and absence of speed.

You felt your breathing quicken as your head snapped to the sound of a door being opened behind the glass of your cell. However at the sight of your girlfriend, you slightly calmed as you slurred, “Nora…”

Her father trailed after her with his arms crossed and an unreadable expression cast across his face.

Putting a hand on the glass, Nora explained, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You didn’t return her gesture as your knees struggled to support your body and you slumped to the ground. “Tell you w-what?” you slurred, trying to be serious but you couldn’t gather the energy.

“About your father.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah.”

You gulped, leaning your back against the glass, “Well, I guess that I just didn’t think it would end well for us. Our dad’s being mortal enemies and all.”

“Were you ever going to tell me?” she asked, Barry watching intently.

You shrugged, “I didn’t really think it mattered.”

At that, Barry cut it, “Of course it matters, you’ve been communicating with him, haven’t you? How else did you know to come here?”

You narrowed your eyes, turning to meet the speedster’s gaze, “I’ve been keeping tabs on him. But before today, I hadn’t said a word to him in fifteen years.

Before you and her father could argue further, Nora spoke, “We’re releasing you.”

“With a couple conditions,” Barry added.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Releasing me from what? I saved you.”

“It’s to keep Thawne from tricking you like he did me,” Nora clarified.

At your silence, Barry continued, “First, you have to immediately go back to the future, and you can’t come back.”

Turning to Nora, you asked, “And you’re staying here?”

“Only for a little bit,” she assured, “Then I’ll be right back with you.”

“Okay…” you hesitantly agreed, “And secondly?”

“You’ll stop tracking Thawne and eliminate all contact with him, one-sided or otherwise,” Barry ordered.

You scoffed, “The only reason I was able to stop his plan was because I was keeping an eye on him. Do you seriously think he’ll just stop scheming?”

“No. But there are people in the future who I’ve asked to watch him, a Legion of sorts.”

“And you think this Legion will be able to stop him?”

“They’ve faced far worse than a speedster.”

Pausing, you deeply sighed before looking at your girlfriend. At her pleading eyes, you gave in. “Fine.”

Pressing the buttons to free you from your cell, the glass opened up and you felt the device on your arm disable to allow your speed to flow freely through you.

Nodding at you, Barry spoke, “Thank you for helping us, your powers are definitely impressive.”

Giving him a tight-lipped smile, you returned his nod before he walked away, leaving you and Nora alone.

“Hey,” Nora said, gaining your attention, “I don’t care what my dad or anyone else might think, you aren’t like Eobard and I need you.”

Smiling at her, you leaned in to press a kiss on her lips and her hands found their way to the back of your neck to pull you in.

“I love you,” you muttered against her mouth.

Grinning, she repeated, “I love you.”

After a moment, you pulled away from her and stood up, your energy returned and ready to make good on your promise.

Giving her a hug before you left, you breathed, “Well, I’ll see you back home I guess.”

Nora chuckled, “It’ll feel like I’ve been away for years.”

You dryly laughed at her humor before giving her one last kiss on the cheek.

Letting your nano-tech suit form, you winked at your girlfriend before setting off, letting time blur together around you as you ran past years and years of events.

Finally coming to a stop in the 2049 apartment you shared with Nora, you looked around to see if anything had noticeably changed.

Nothing had immediately caught your attention and you thought that you had successfully time traveled without disturbing the timeline. However upon taking a closer look at pictures around the living room, you noticed a sparkly gem around your finger that hadn’t been there before.

Picking up a picture frame, you admired the photo of you joyfully posing with Nora, your hand showing off a diamond engagement ring. Sure enough, when placing the frame back down, the ring was lying on the coffee table.

Putting the jewel on your finger, you smiled to yourself as you imagined the future you would have with your now fiance. Team Flash would definitely tell you otherwise, but maybe the consequences of time-travel weren’t always so bad.

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Always Be There | J.K

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Pairing: Jordan Kent x fem! teen!reader

Request: “Hi! Hope ur doing well😊 Could I request a Jordan Kent x Reader where instead of Tal-Rho taking Clark he takes the reader because she’s psychic and can tell what plans of his will fail but when he tries to use the red beam thingy it fails and she beats the living daylights out of him but when she comes back Jordan immediately gets attached and its all fluffy and Clark thanks her but its not over cause Tal-Rho killed her fathers and Lois and Clark let her stay and then just more fluff with Jordan pls🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼” | Requested by Anonymous

A/N: First fic of 2022!!! I changed the ending because I’m not comfortable with the whole Barry and Iris “siblings to lovers” trope. I honestly think it’s the weirdest thing ever because the show will be so quick to call everyone family until the two actually raised as family get married. But anyways, this isn’t the time nor place to criticize The Flash’s plot.

Summary: When Tal-Rho abducts you from a car crash, you find yourself to have an unimaginable power inside of you.

Warnings: Implied threat of torture

Word Count: ~1.6k

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The last thing you remembered before blacking out was the car crash and Morgan Edge’s red eyes before you were lifted off the ground.

Now, there you were, lying on the cold, stone floor of the previously remote desert base of Superman’s greatest enemy this year.

Lifting your head, you squinted at the unexpected brightness in the room, contrasting its dark emotional atmosphere. Although the lighting was courtesy of the structure’s geographical setting, you figured that the cheerfulness stopped there.

Morgan Edge, now known to you as Tal-Rho, entered the room with an aura of superiority as he looked down to where you were, shriveled on the ground.

“Get up. At least act like you are deserving of your power,” he ordered, disgust present in his tone.

Without moving an inch from your curled up position, you dryly asked, “Where am I?”

Losing patience, Tal-Rho demanded, “Stand or else I will make you stand.”

Still refusing his command, you simply rolled over to look him in the eye, “Where. Am. I?”

Your captor’s eyes began to turn red and you shut your own, bracing yourself for the pain that would come.

Instead, a hologram flickered to life and demanded the attention of your kidnapper.

“My son, let us not injure such a crucial element of our mission before we have even started,” the man spoke, causing your eyes to shoot open in surprise at the stranger intervening on your behalf.

Tal-Rho was equally surprised at his father’s request, although for the opposite reason. He had never known his father to be so merciful, especially to someone refusing to follow his orders. But then again, Tal-Rho supposed that he had never really known his father.

The hologram then turned its attention to you, his eyes observing your form in an inquisitive manner.

“I have to admit, I have never met a being such as yourself in person before,” he noted before looking down at his intangible form, “Although, the statement does remain true due to my current circumstance.”

You remained uninterested in whatever the alien had to say, and Zeta-Rho took your unsympathetic expression as a prompt to get to the point.

“However you… you are extraordinary. Child, your mere blood retains more power than Superman himself. You are the key to achieving our goal of restoring Krypton to its former glory. And you will be a hero to the strongest planet in the universe.”

Not batting an eye at his unfounded praise, you reminded yourself that no promise in the multiverse would make you betray your friends.

You refused to have your last memory of Jordan be his horrified face helplessly watching as you were taken out of the wrecked vehicle and him desperately calling out your name. You had to get out of there.

You had to get back to him.

Channeling the fiercest glare you could manage, you silently made it clear that you wouldn’t be helping Zeta-Rho or his son with any of their malicious plans. The only thing preventing you from voicing your defiance was the fear your voice would waver and give away your true fear.

Shrugging at your decision, Zeta-Rho turned to his son and gestured to the floor. “I admit, your resistance is disappointing. I originally didn’t wish to use such severe methods to convince you. However it would be a lie to say that I won’t enjoy bringing one of the most powerful beings in the universe to her knees.”

Pulling you up by the forearm only to throw you back on the ground in front of Zeta-Rho, Tal-Rho stepped backwards and out of the way to observe as his father went through with his threat.

Bracing yourself on the ground, you shrunk into a fetal position and clenched your teeth in an attempt to protect yourself from the incoming pain.

In your panicked state, you didn’t notice the burning corner of your mind, aching to be let out and release the chaos that was inside of you.

When the red beam hit your skin, you screamed at the agonizing pain. And without even realizing… you let go.

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Groggily opening your eyes, you furrowed your eyebrows when you saw debris from the lair surrounding you. Examining your body, your confusion was only heightened when you saw your unblemished skin, despite being able to swear that it was being torn off of you less than a minute ago.

Hearing the rumble of vehicles in the distance, you turned to see the source of the noise and saw dozens of military vehicles approaching.

Trying to piece together what happened for when they inevitably asked, you only remembered your desperation for the pain to stop when you felt power engulf you… and everything else apparently.

A thud landed on the ground behind you and you quickly pivoted with your hands up defensively, not quite sure how to use your powers but threatening nonetheless.

However your posture instantly relaxed and a smile spread across your face when you saw Jordan Kent and his uniformed father.

“Jordan,” you sighed in relief, letting your legs run to him.

He enveloped you in a hug as his arms locked around your body, not wanting to let you go again.

“Oh my god, I thought something happened to you,” he exclaimed, finally releasing you.

Speaking up from behind you both, Superman asked, “What happened here?”

As the military vehicles parked around you, General Lane approached upon hearing Clark’s question, him having a similar one.

“Well, I-uh,” you trailed off, nervously scratching behind your neck as you once again examined the scene around you. “Morgan Edge brought me here… well, before all this. And the hologram guy tried using the red light thing on me… and then, this happened.”

“You did this?” the General questioned with an eyebrow raised, wondering how a freshman in highschool managed to destroy a kryptonian base.

“Yeah,” Jordan said, agreeing with his grandfather’s question before gesturing to all the damage, “This is… a lot. Even for a kryptonian or any other superpower alien.”

You shrugged, “Well according to him, I’m not kryptonian.”

“What are you then?” Superman asked.

Once again shrugging, you absentmindedly kicked a rock away before answering, “Just powerful I guess.”

General Lane dryly chuckled, “That’d be quite the underestatement young lady.”

From afar, one of the soldiers called out, “Found him, he’s unconscious!”

Looking over at the commotion, Tal-Rho’s unmoving form was being pulled out of the rubble by a couple soldiers and locked into kryptonite cuffs.

Turning back towards you, the General held out his hand for you to shake, “Well on behalf of the United States and the world, thank you for your heroic bravery in stopping one of the most dangerous kryptonians since Reign.”

You smiled as you took his hand, “I honestly don’t quite know what I did, but I’m glad that I could help.”

General Lane walked away, probably to sort out the government’s reaction to the matter and call off whatever kryptonite weapon he was planning to use against Tal-Rho.

Walking up to you, Clark spoke, “Now that you know you have a power like this, you need to be able to control it.”

You frowned, looking down at your hands which still had a blue tint in them, “I didn’t even know I had powers a few hours ago. How am I supposed to do this again?”

Perking up from beside you, Jordan sensed where his dad was going with the conversation and interjected, “Training! You can train with me!”

Clark chuckled at his son’s enthusiasm before nodding, “I’m already teaching Jordan how to use his powers, I’d be happy to show you too.”

Jordan’s excitement must have been contagious because you similarly grinned, “I would love that.”

Nodding at your agreement, Clark continued, “Great, now we should probably get you home, we don’t want too many people seeing you here.”

Jordan added, “Superhero 101, no one can know your secret.”

“Mysterious,” you remarked.

Pausing while his father momentarily left you both, Jordan breathed, “I… I’m happy you’re okay. More than happy even. I was so worried that something bad happened to you and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

You placed a hand comfortingly on his arm, “Well, try not to think about it so much. As long as I have anything to do with it, you’ll always have me.”

Jordan softly smiled before repeating, “Always.”

Walking back over, Clark held his arms out for you both to hold on to, “Ready to go?”

Glancing at Jordan, you both exchanged warm smiles as you replied, “Yeah, I’m ready to go home.”

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Trust Me | O.Q

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Pairing: Oliver Queen x kryptonian!reader

Request: “I would certainly like to see one between Oliver × reader”… “Maybe one where reader and Ollie but loves each other…” … “But Oliver being Oliver is scared to admit his feeling worrying that his vigilante life would put the reader in risk…u get the idea” … “Maybe even some other Arrowverse charcters like Barry or Sara…. Where they tell the reader y Ollie is like that..” … “I would really love if the reader is like Kara…” … “Sorry…..I know I’ve kind of said a lot of stuff… Is just that I’m very crazy about superarrow….” | Requested by @/SuperArrowLover (On Wattpad)

A/N: Honestly, my finger got better weeks ago but recently I’ve just been really busy during the day which mentally drained me in the evening when I usually write. This is just a mismatched version of Team Arrow that doesn’t take place in any particular season. The sub-plot was inspired by Superman & Lois. This is my 500th post!!! Thanks for 190 (almost 200) followers!!!

Summary: After a villain with a powerful army injures you with kryptonite, Oliver refuses to let you go back into the field.

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: ~2.4k

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“I have eyes on Daniels. He’s in the basement with three of his test subjects,” you reported into your earpiece.

Hovering over the large mansion where the experiments were taking place, you squinted your eyes to try to get a better look at one of the rooms you couldn’t see through with your X-ray vision.

“I can’t see into one of the rooms though, it must be lined with lead.”

You heard Oliver’s voice through your ear as he spoke, “Okay, we got it from here. That’s all for tonight.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his dismissiveness. “Oliver, we have him right here. We can end all the experiments, all the testing, tonight.”

“Felicity, put us in a private channel,” Oliver requested from the blonde tech expert.

“Patching you both through now,” she replied before her microphone went silent.

“Go home,” Oliver ordered sternly.

Groaning at his demand, you scanned the rooftops for the green-hooded vigilante. Quickly finding his location, you rapidly flew to where he was perched on the roof and landed in front of him with your hands on your hips, ready to object.

“Oliver, Daniels is right in that building. This is our chance to put an end to his entire X-Kryptonite operation. He’s unguarded and not expecting us. There is no reason to back out now.”

Oliver sighed while crossing his arms, “And we will, but you need to go home.”

Your shoulders dropped as you furrowed your eyebrows. “Oliver, he has an army of people with kryptonian powers that he will call for backup the second you show up. You and the rest of the team are good, but not that good. Whereas I could take away his transmitter before he could get the chance to blink. You need me on this mission.”

You could see Oliver’s expression harden even underneath his hood. “I already have a plan that doesn’t require you to be there. So, go home.”

Rolling your eyes at his stubbornness, you opened your mouth to argue. But before you got a word out, your head snapped towards the mansion as you heard gunshots coming from the house.

“What is it?” Oliver asked, unable to hear the faint commotion.

Before you could tell him, Felicity’s voice resounded through your comms system, “You both need to get to the house now. A local gang caught wind of Daniels’ experiments and has decided to see what all the chatter was about. Daniels will probably move his entire operation if you don’t stop him now.”

Before he got another word out, you grabbed Oliver and lifted you both off the ground, speeding towards the mansion. Knowing the conversation wasn’t over, you and Oliver momentarily halted your disagreement, but you both knew that there was much more to discuss.

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As if he had steam practically blasting out of ears, Oliver stormed his way back into the Arrowcave with a scowl on his face.

“I specifically told you to go home!” he yelled, turning towards you once inside the bunker.

Refusing to back down, you stood your ground. “And I told you that I was staying! Oliver, whether you realized it or not, you needed me!”

Upon seeing the heated argument, Sara, John and Felicity cleverly left the room before any of them got roped in.

Oliver gripped his bow, visibly trying to restrain himself before retorting, “You are not invincible, and if you hadn’t been there tonight, the outcome may have been different.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, you would have been in body bags. No matter what scenario, you can’t recover from five sets of heat vision burning through your body.”

“The point is, you directly disobeyed my orders, you got hurt, and Daniels and his crew almost got away.”

“But he didn’t, Oliver! I restrained him while you dealt with the kryptonite. We worked together because we’re a team!” you argued.

Sure, if you were less angry then you would understand why he was concerned. But at the end of the day, everything was fine and the most threatening injury sustained was a minor case of kryptonite poisoning.

But from your perspective, that was a million times better than your boyfriend being burned alive by manufactured kryptonians.

Oliver’s face hardened before he turned away from you to put away his gear. “You’re done. No more missions until the kryptonite wears off and you recover.”

Crossing your arms, you narrowed your eyes and scoffed at his orders, “You’re kidding, right? Oliver, the kryptonite wore off less than five minutes after I was exposed. Hell, it was a single bullet!”

“And you’re lucky that was all he had,” he interjected. “We don’t know what the lasting effects could be and you can’t go into the field compromised.”

Oliver continued taking his gear off and as he went to open the glass casing for his suit, you stepped in front of him. “Oliver, please let's just talk about this. We both know this isn’t about an ounce of kryptonite. So please just be honest with me.”

Walking around you, Oliver’s face remained emotionless, “The only thing this is about is you putting your life and the lives of others at risk tonight. There isn’t anything else. Go home.”

Your shoulders dropped as you watched him exit the room, not sparing so much as a glance back at you. You didn’t know what the dispute meant for your relationship, but you were sure that things would remain tense for a while.

Sinking onto a bench, you hunched over with your head in your hands, only being able to reflect on what happened and ask yourself what went wrong.

Footsteps echoed across the room, and you figured that the sudden silence alerted the team that you and Oliver had finished.

Feeling someone sit down beside you, you begrudgingly pulled your head up to face the unfortunate onlooker.

Sara gave you a pitiful smile in her own attempt at comfort. She then placed her hand on your back and gave you a few awkward pats.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, not necessarily grateful for the pats themselves but rather for the stoical assassin’s attempt.

Sara took your acknowledgement as an excuse to stop trying to stereotypically support you. Instead, she stood up from the bench, crossed her arms and arched her eyebrows before asking, “So what now?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” Sara gestured vaguely in the direction Oliver had walked out. “What are you going to do about Oliver?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you sighed, “There isn’t anything to do. He obviously doesn’t trust me in the field for whatever reason, and he doesn’t even want to try and work it out. I’ve hit a dead end with him.”

Sara rolled her eyes. “You and I both know that dating Oliver isn’t for the weak, and it also isn’t for the naive. Of course Oliver trusts you. He’s just a stubborn hardass.”

You dryly scoffed, “Yeah, well maybe that’s another reason we shouldn’t be together.”

“Look, I know you and him are emotional wrecks right now, so I won’t hold it against you if you haven’t figured it out yet. Oliver is worried about you! The one thing that can hurt you is in the hands of a heartless psychopath, and there is nothing he can do about it.”

A small part of you knew that what she was saying was true, but a bigger part of you was mad and even a bit heartbroken.

“You, Diggle, Laurel, even Felicity could get hurt every night we do this, kryptonite or no kryptonite! And he’s not benching any of you!” you argued.

Sara rolled her eyes once again. “That’s because while I know Oliver cares about all of us, if anything happened to you, then he would lose a piece of himself and never get it back. And Oliver knows that.”

Your shoulders dropped at her words and any objections you had dissipated, because even in your bitter state you knew that you felt the exact same way about him.

Seeing you take in her words, Sara continued, “Oliver wants to protect all of us. But we’ve all seen how he looks at you. It’s different from how he’s looked at Laurel, Helena, even me. And if anything even happened to you because you were helping him, he would never be able to live with himself.”

Rubbing your hands over your face, you took a deep breath before facing the blonde. “Thank you.”

Sara gave you a small smile. “At least one of us has to be the voice of reason. But if you and Oliver ever decide to squabble again, do it in your own apartment so we can shower without the added awkwardness.

You chuckled before getting up to grab your stuff. “Sure thing. But speaking of another potential squabble, I should probably go see him.”

Making your way to the door, Sara called, “Good luck!”

Waving at her before you closed the elevator, you took a deep breath, hoping that your next conversation with your boyfriend turns out better than the last.

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Turning the key into your apartment’s door, you entered the place you called home. Unfortunately, it was missing the loving atmosphere you were usually greeted with when walking in the door. Replacing it was a thick sense of dread that seeped it’s way into your own emotions.

You saw some of Oliver’s things thrown haphazardly on the couch. But other than that, the only indicator of someone else’s presence was the faint sound of the shower running in your shared bathroom.

Deciding to use his momentary absence to emotionally gather yourself, you put yours and Oliver’s coats in the closet before moving towards the kitchen.

Guided by your grumbling stomach, you were met with freshly cooked stuffed jalapeno peppers on the stove. However you frowned at his choice of dish, knowing his penchant for spicy foods when upset.

Despite the sadness you felt for him, you loaded a plate with peppers before giving it a quick zap with heat vision. Sitting at the dining table, you scarfed down an ungodly amount of food, thankful that he remembered to take into account your enhanced metabolism.

Just as you finished eating, you heard the shower stop and you knew Oliver would be out any minute. You put away your dishes before standing, ready to face him.

Oliver walked into the living room wearing sweatpants and a shirt that was at least one size too small. Although you did recall buying it for that particular reason.

Without warning and much to your surprise, Oliver engulfed you into a hug and pressed his lips against yours. And while you were expecting a much colder greeting, you didn’t hesitate to return the kiss.

Reluctantly pulling his lips from yours, Oliver nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, breathing you in as your heartbeat’s equalized.

Still confused by his behavior, you hesitantly pulled away from him to address the elephant that was apparently only imposing on your room.

“I think we should talk.”

In hindsight, your word choice probably wasn’t the best due to its connotation. But upon registering what you said and Oliver’s deep breath, you quickly clarified, “Talk about what happened after the mission, I mean.”

Already getting defensive, Oliver crossed his arms over his chest before speaking, “There isn’t anything to talk about. You can’t be out in the field while they have kryptonite.”

You sighed, remembering to not cloud your mind with anger. “Oliver, I know that you don’t want me to get hurt, and I love you for it. But whatever happens out there isn’t your fault.

Oliver's face remained unchanging as you continued, “I will always want to help you, and that will never change whether I am in or out of a suit. I love you, and everytime you go out into the field, it kills me to think that you might not come back. But I trust you, and I trust that if you ever need help, you will call for me and I will be there.”

Grabbing his hands, you sighed, “And that’s all that I’m asking you. We can’t control anything that happens to us out there, and I know it kills you. But please… just have some faith that I’ll be okay.”

Glancing at Oliver’s face once you finished your speech, you could see that he was considering your statement. Finally after an uncomfortable silence, Oliver pulled you into him and you were able to exhale your held breath.

“I’m sorry,” he softly muttered into your skin.

Instead of responding, you placed your hands on his shoulders and smiled into his embrace.

As if there was music playing in your minds, you both swayed to the metaphorical sound and came to a silent agreement on the matter.

Refusing to let go, Oliver's arms tightened around your waist as you both danced. Your eyes peacefully fluttered shut as you both moved to the beat of your own heartbeats.

While you knew there would be more arguments to come in your relationship, there was at least one thing you and Oliver had at it’s foundation:

Trust.

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Introducing Jon | J.K

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Pairing: Jonathan Kent x teen!Avenger!reader

Request: "Omg hey! I have a request! Can you do one where you’re part of the avengers and also Deadpool’s daughter and also dating Jonathan Kent, but like the avengers and Deadpool don’t know. (Obviously, you know Jonathan is half-Kryptonian, but he doesn’t know your dad is a deadly mercenary, but knows your an avenger) That is until they find out and immediately Deadpool goes full over protective dad mode and the avengers go overprotective sibling mode along with Peter since you’re like a sister too them. And basically Jonathan gets scared." | Requested by Anonymous

A/N: This is a new chapter in my fanfics, my first DC and Marvel fic! In the MCU, this takes place probably after Age of Ultron (2015), since Infinity War and Endgame were trumatic and made me shed my entire body weight in tears. I know that Peter Parker wasn’t an Avenger in AoU but I wanted to include him so let’s pretend he was. In the Arrowverse, this takes place in S&L season 1 (Idk the year but I think it's in 2022).

Summary: When you're invited to another one of Tony’s galas, you decide to bring your boyfriend and introduce him to the team.

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~2.7k

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Flopping onto your boyfriend’s bed, you huffed, frustrated at the sheer amount of choices before you.

“Why can’t Tony understand that I don’t need ten pieces of clothing for every event I go to?! I’m barely able to find one when I’m actually looking,” you complained, thankful for the outfits but incapable of making a decision.

Jonathan shrugged across the room, hunched over his desk trying to catch up on homework.

“To be fair, everything looks good on you,” he complimented.

You smiled at his words before bouncing off of the bed, “Speaking of looking good, you need to figure out what you’re going to wear to the gala. This is like… you’re only chance of impressing everyone.”

“Gee,” he sarcastically replied, “Thanks for the vote of confidence. It’s not like I’ve been stressing over this event for the past month or anything.”

Rolling around his chair to face you, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Sorry, babe. But to be fair, I’m really stressed too. This will not only be your only chance at impressing them, but also one of the only times you’ll ever see them! I would have to face them and their disappointment every week!”

Feigning a pouting face, Jonathan looked up at you with wide eyes until you took it back, “Okay, fine. We’re equally stressed about this.”

Pulling him out of his chair, you pushed him towards his closet, “Anyways, you need to choose something!”

“What is there to choose?” he incredulously asked, “I only have one tux that I haven’t grown out of!”

You huffed, “Fine. But at least pick out a nice pocket square. Make sure it matches me!”

He chuckled before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, deeply exhaling, he held you until your heartbeat had slowed down and you had calmed.

Interrupting your moment, someone knocked on the door before entering, regardless of Jonathan not giving permission.

Raising an eyebrow at your close proximity to each other, Jordan looked at you two before joking, “Are you allowed to do that?”

Annoyed at his brother cutting in on your moment with his antics, Jonathan pulled away from you and threw whatever was closest at his twin while shouting, “My girlfriend and I are allowed to hug, bonehead! Get out of my room!”

Dodging the flying eraser, Jordan ducked out as laughter trailed into the hall.

“Boys!” Lois called from downstairs, “Play nice!”

You chuckled at the interaction before picking up a dress from the pile. Admiring the color and cut of it, you decided that it would be the one you’d wear at the gala.

Sighing at everything that could happen in the next few hours, you fiddled with the hem of your outfit before the oldest Kent twin gave you a quick kiss.

Letting a smile spread across your face at your boyfriend’s affection, you took his hand in yours before gently squeezing. Jonathan Kent was Superman’s son, aka one of the greatest unrevealed golden children of the planet. What could go wrong?

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After a private jet ride from Kansas to New York, courtesy of Tony Stark, you were now in a sleek limousine, approaching the Avengers Tower.

Pressing your head against the plush cushion, you were barely able to appreciate the luxury of it all before you saw what was out the window.

Outside the building was packed with reporters trying to get a glimpse at every celebrity attending another one of Stark’s famous parties.

Taking a deep breath, you glanced at Jonathan who you noticed was a little pale. When the chauffeur stepped out of the vehicle, you whispered to him, “Hey, are you okay?”

Exhaling slowly, Jonathan hesistaly nodded, “Uh, yeah. There are just… a lot of people out there.”

“Yeah, there are. Just keep your head up, and walk past. They’re not interested in anything more than a story and we’re complete nobodies compared to everyone else going into that building. They’ll lose interest pretty quickly.”

Nodding at your words, partial color returned to Jonathan’s face as the chauffeur held open the door. Sending your boyfriend a quick thumbs up, you both stepped onto the red carpet and were immediately attacked with flashes from cameras.

Shyly ducking your head, you took Jonathan’s hand into yours as you walked forward to help both him and yourself. You heard voices all around you calling out your name.

Surprisingly, you also heard them yelling for Jonathan. Not that you knew how they managed to discover the identity of your boyfriend, despite your best efforts to keep him away from the press.

For all they knew, you had coincidentally met Jonathan, the son of two renowned reporters, while living the off-the-rader life your father had wanted for you and your mom in Smallville.

So at least they hadn’t been able to figure out that you and Jonathan’s relationship had formed as a result of both your parents being superheroes. Or... a morally grey vigilante, in your father’s case.

Just as you made it to the doors of the towering building, they flew open to reveal your father, Wade Wilson, known to the criminal underworld as Deadpool.

You felt Jonathan’s grip tense and you shot him an encouraging smile. He glanced at you and your heart melted at his wide eyes and panicked expression. You both were under the impression that you would see your father upstairs, with everyone else.

However your dad’s early presence had thrown you both off.

“My little dagger!” your father shouted with open arms, simultaneously while shoving a flashing camera out of his face.

Ignoring the complaining paparazzi, you rushed up to him as he ushered you both inside, “Man, I haven’t seen you in forever! But whenever I wonder what you look like nowadays, I just look in the mirror.”

“Um dad… I saw you last week,” you told him with an eyebrow raised.

He tutted, “Yeah, yeah. But you’re not even fifteen! That’s no age to live alone, even if you are with your mom.”

You chuckled at his usual humor before he turned his attention to Jonathan, “Ahh, you must be the young man that my daughter was talking about… really young too. You don’t look a day past eighteen.”

Jonathan stuttered, “I-uh, I’m not… sir, I’m fourteen.”

“Wow,” your dad exclaimed, his eyes widening, “I would not have guessed that young.”

While slapping Jonathan on the back, your father escorted you both towards the elevator to get to the party. You and Jonathan exchanged looks and you were both caught off by your dad’s absence of aggression. Sure, that anger was usually towards criminals, but you figured that he would treat your boyfriend the same way.

“V always had a thing for older guys so I just assumed-”

You cut your father off, “Dad!”

“What?” he held his hands up defensively, “I didn’t know how far the apple fell.”

You groaned at his comment before pushing the elevator’s button for the banquet floor of the tower.

“And you never know with high-schoolers,” the mercenary added, “Putting fourteen and eighteen year olds in the same building is just asking for some funny business.”

You balked at your dad’s insinuation and the elevator doors conveniently opened before you had to endure anymore. Clutching Jonathan’s hand, you noticed how red in the face he had become from one elevator ride with your father and you figured that you should give him some time to compose himself.

Pulling your boyfriend off of the elevator and away from your father, you called, “Bye dad, I’ll talk to you later!”

Not sticking around for any longer, you dragged Jonathan to the other side of the room so you both could have some time to yourselves.

“Wow,” your boyfriend exhaled, “You’re dad is… a lot.”

You ran your hand over your face and sighed, “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. He really has no filter sometimes. Actually… he has no filter all the time.”

Jonathan chuckled, “He seems cool.”

“That’s one word for it.”

Taking two glasses of water from a passing waiter, Jonathan offered one to you, which you accepted before rapidly downing it.

He commented, “You seem more stressed than you were before we knew what to expect.”

Exhaling, you explained, “Yeah, and I have no idea why. You were amazing with my dad! Then again, he doesn’t give much opportunity for anyone else to talk. But at least he didn’t shoot you!”

Jonathan balked, “He shoots people?!”

You gave him an incredulous look, “Yeah, Jon… he’s a mercenary.”

Jonathan’s mouth remained gaped as he sputtered, “Well-I, I thought you meant that in like a secret agent-type way! Not a gun-for-hire!”

You shrugged, “Is there really a difference?”

Jonathan paused, “...I guess not.”

Continuing with your previous statement, you breathed, “Everyone else should be a walk in the park, Tony’s basically like dad, but logical. Natasha’s cool with anyone as long as they don’t ask too many questions. Steve’s probably going to think we’re too young to date. And Peter’s only a few years older than us so he’ll be the most relatable.

Jonathan nodded, “Is your mom here?”

You shook your head, “Nope, she hates this stuffy stuff. Dad’s only here ‘cus Tony promised him new knives, but he always leaves early.”

Just as your boyfriend was about to say something else, his eyes widened as he pointed to an approaching Avenger, “Incoming Black Widow and Captain America.”

You quickly spun around as you whispered, “Just act casual and don’t call them by their made-up names.”

Before Jonathan could argue, the superheroes were there so he put on a respectful face and pretended like he wasn’t freaking out.

Putting a smile on your face to greet the spy and veteran, you opened your arms, “Nat, Steve! I’m so glad to see you!”

Hugging the people who have been your mentors and friends, they returned your warm look as Natasha commented, “I’ve been bored without having someone to spar with.”

Eyeing your boyfriend, Natasha asked, “And you are?”

Nudging the teen forward, you introduced him, “Natasha, Steve, this is Jonathan Kent, my boyfriend. Jon, these are Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers, my fellow Avengers.”

Jonathan only nodded before offering his hand out to them, “I really admire you both’s work.”

Ever the sceptic, Natasha raised her eyebrow, “Do you?”

Remaining confident, unlike many under the eye of the former Russian operative, Jonathan confirmed, “Yeah, it’s amazing how you are both two of the greatest heroes even though you don’t have any powers. Really inspiring for people like me.”

Natasha incredulously glanced at you, trying to figure out if this was scripted, but you just shrugged.

Crossing his arms, Steve quizzically asked you, “How old are you now? Eighteen?”

You raised your eyebrows in humor, “Come on Cap, you must have known kids who dated under eighteen.”

The Captain shrugged, “A lot has changed with this generation.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, “You just couldn’t date in your generation because you couldn’t breathe.”

Upon hearing this, Peter Parker popped into the conversation, “Hey, hey, respect your elders, young one.”

You scoffed, “You are literally only two years older than me.”

Sometime after Peter joined, Natasha made her exit, quick and silent as usual.

“Peter Parker, your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man,” Peter introduced himself, holding out his hand to your boyfriend.

Facepalming, you sighed, “Way to blow your identity.”

Peter’s eyes widened before sputtering, “I-uh… I thought you told him about me.”

You rolled your eyes, “I figured you had a mask for a reason.”

Jonathan assured, “It’s cool, I’m pretty good at keeping these types of secrets.”

Peter nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Silently observing the conversation, Steve spoke up, “Well, it’s been nice meeting you Jonathan, you seem like a fine young man. Excuse me, I have some business to attend to.”

You all nodded, waving to the older man as Jonathan realized, “Wait, where did Natasha go?”

“She snuck away.”

“Yeah, she does that a lot,” you added. “Anyways, did you bring MJ?”

Peter nodded, “Yeah, she should be brooding in a corner somewhere, pretending like she isn’t enjoying being among A-listers.”

“I can’t imagine not enjoying this, these servers have bottomless platters,” Jonathan noted, eyeing a plate full of appetizers.

You chuckled, “To be fair, some of these ‘A-listers’ are pretty unbearable.”

As if he knew someone was talking about him, one particular unbearable A-lister joined the conversation.

“Deadpool-junior! I was wondering when you’d make an appearance,” Tony exclaimed, loudly demanding attention as usual.

Despite the man’s occasional insufferableness, you couldn’t help but smile at his presence.

“Tony!” you grinned, hugging the man who was like a second father. “Thank you for the clothes, not that I needed them.”

“Hey! He gave you new clothes?!” Peter huffed.

Ignoring the boy, Tony shrugged, “You live in Smallville, Kansas. I wasn’t going to let you come to my party wearing overalls and a straw-hat.”

“It’s not that far west,” you insisted.

Jonathan chuckled, “It sure does feel like it.”

Feeling neglected, Peter huffed before stomping away, probably going to see Natasha who would be kinder to the fellow arachnid.

Turning his attention to the teen accompanying you, Tony raised an eyebrow, “Ahh, you must be Jonathan Kent.”

“Umm, yes… I am,” Jonathan sputtered, caught off guard by how the hero knew. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Tony nodded, “Hmm, you looked taller in your picture.”

Narrowing your eyes at the older man, you accused, “Did you stalk my boyfriend?!”

Holding his hands up in defense, Tony confessed, “Student records aren’t as secure as you think they are.”

He continued, “You are a pretty good football player, almost makes me want to start watching… almost.”

“Thank you?” Jonathan stated, not exactly sure if it was a compliment.

“Don’t ever look through his or my record again!” you demanded, putting on your best threatening face.

The multi-billionaire chuckled, ruffling your hair, “Sure kid, I won’t tell you about it next time.”

You objected, “No! That’s not-”

Walking away, Tony shouted, “Sure, kid!”

Rolling your eyes at his behavior, you knew that it would definitely happen again. Turning towards Jonathan, he was only watching your interaction with a humored expression.

“Well, that’s everyone,” you sighed before checking your watch.

Jonathan smiled, offering you his hand, “Want to get a burger?”

Grinning, you grabbed his hand and took him to the elevator, “Umm, obviously. With fries, and milkshakes!”

Closing the elevator doors before descending, Jonathan put his hands around your waist before pressing his lips to yours.

Closing your eyes, you felt the stress abscond from you as you imagined future galas with Jon. You both eventually growing into your parent’s molds and helping the world, with or without powers.

Smiling into the kiss, you laid your hands on his shoulders and as you felt him return your feelings. Now officially dating, you and Jonathan Kent would take on the world.

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The Introduction of Super-baby | C.K

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Pairing: Clark Kent x fem!reader, Queen!sister!reader

Request: “Can I request a part two [To Not Expecting To Be Expecting] where the reader and Clark tell Kara that the reader is pregnant, up to you where you take it ❤️” | Requested by @/bellabaillie (On Wattpad)

A/N: This fic is a sequel to Not Expecting To Be Expecting and a prequel to A Little White Lie! I reread NETBE but did not reread ALWL so please disregard any plot holes. Although this fic is a sequel to Not Expecting To Be Expecting, this can also be read as a standalone fic.

Summary: Upon finding out that you’re pregnant, you're not sure how to tell your siblings, Oliver and Thea. So, you and Clark decide to first tell a family member who you’re sure will be ecstatic, Kara Danvers.

Warnings: Implied reference to sex, Implied mention of overhearing sex, secret relationship

Word Count: ~0.9k

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Walking into the restaurant, accompanied by your boyfriend, you scanned the room for the familiar, blonde reporter. Finding the table she was sitting at, you and the heroine exchanged smiles before ushering Clark over to where she sat.

“Kara!” you exclaimed, opening your arms in a hug.

Wrapping her arms around you, she similarly greeted, “It’s so great to see you! It feels like it’s been forever.”

The female kryptonian hugged Clark before sitting down at the table, opposite you and Clark.

“I’m glad that we finally made it out to dinner,” Clark commented, “The only time we ever get to see each other lately is at the DEO.”

Kara agreed, “Yeah, and I don’t think I ever want to visit you both at your apartment ever again.”

You shot her an apologetic smile at the event she was referencing. Kara had found out about you and Clark’s relationship when she unexpectedly came to visit Clark. But unfortunately upon her arrival, she happened to overhear you and her cousin engaging in… not very family friendly, activities in the bedroom.

Ever since then, she has been ecstatic about your relationship, but hesitant about coming over.

You’re sure that you all will eventually get over it. But for now, you’ll check for any surprise visitors before leaving your bedroom while disrobed.

Awkwardly adjusting his glasses, Clark cleared his throat before changing the subject, “Well, it’s great that we’re all together now. We actually have something we wanted to tell you… I think you’ll be excited to hear it.”

Kara glanced between the two of you both, analyzing your giddy expression and Clark’s nervous one. A smile spread across her face before she gasped, “Ohhh Clark, you finally asked her! I can’t believe I wasn’t there. Let me see the rin-”

You gave Kara a puzzled look when she grabbed your left hand to examine it. Before she could finish her sentence, Clark interrupted her, “Kara! It’s not that.”

Kara’s eyes widened at her mishap before gently placing your hand down. “Oh.”

You raised an eyebrow before continuing, “Yeah, it’s not… whatever you thought. But I’m pregnant!”

You paused before furrowing your eyebrows. “Wait… what did you think we were going to tell you?”

Ignoring the last part of your words, Kara gaped before her lips morphed into a grin. “Oh my Rao! That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you both!”

“We’re really excited. You’re actually the first to know,” Clark told her.

You nodded. “Yeah. Oliver, Thea, and everyone else on Earth-1 don’t even know we’re together yet.”

Kara frowned. “Oh, guys. You have to tell them. They’ll be crushed if you start this whole new life without them knowing.”

“I know, I know,” you assured, “But, you know how Oliver is. I just want to figure out a way to tell him where he doesn’t completely flip out.”

Kara nodded understandingly before raising her glass of water. “Well, I’m sure you’ll figure that part out eventually. But for now, a toast. To super-baby!”

You and Clark similarly raised your glasses of water before repeating with a chuckle, “To super-baby!”

Kara quietly clapped her hands together in satisfaction before picking up a menu. “Great! Now, appetizers. With your new baby on the way you might be able to eat as much as Clark and I.”

Clark chuckled, “I’m sure with the baby being part kryptonian, they’ll need as much food as we do.”

You patted your stomach, “Well, I’m very excited if that means I can eat double my weight in food without gaining a pound. Except for baby weight of course.”

And with that, you all ordered triple your combined weight in food and gobbled it all down, much to the concern of your server.

Now with you having told one of you and Clark’s family members, you were less worried about telling the other two. Sure, Oliver and Thea would be surprised by all you were hiding, but they couldn’t stay mad forever. Plus, who could stay mad when in nine months, the world would have, super-baby.

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Visit From A Vigilante | Team Arrow

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Pairing: (Platonic) Team Arrow x reader

Request: "Will there more parts to this [In Through The Window, Out Through The Door]?" ... "Yes please 😁 like how he know her name and what happen why were they there etc and anything you can think of. I honestly have no creative ideas 🤡 that's why I read stories of amazing authors like you who do" | Requested by @freyathehuntress

A/N: Re-reading the fic, I was surprised to find that I didn’t actually hate it and could see it becoming a little (maybe Oliver x reader) miniseries. I kind of want to get into miniseries too but I also want to start writing for more fandoms so I should probably take it slow.

Summary: After thinking that you wouldn’t be seeing the Green Arrow again after he landed on your balcony, the emerald archer decided to pay you another visit.

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~1.1K

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Propping your legs up on the couch, you mindlessly flipped through the television channels. Not sure what genre you wanted to watch, you settled on some generic romance movie that would serve as good background noise as you scrolled through your phone.

While looking at the social media lives of people who actually had a life, your internal wistfulness made you unable to hear the door of your balcony open.

Putting your phone down, you begrudgingly got up from your comfortable position on the couch to get a snack. Lifting your head, your blood ran cold and you jumped at the dark silhouette standing behind the couch.

Immediately grabbing your phone, you warned them, “I have my phone, the police will be here any minute.”

Stepping into the light of the television, the intruder mused, “I’m sure that if someone broke into your house and wanted to kill you, they would be able to do so in less than a minute.”

You let out a breath and calmed when you saw his familiar green hood. Dropping your phone back on the couch, you breathed, “Oh my god, you almost gave me a heart attack. Are you only able to enter through the window or something?”

Ignoring your question, the Star City vigilante pulled something out of his suit and placed it on your table.

“Your pen,” he said as you furrowed your eyebrows before he continued, “I took it a couple days ago when we were here to get your fingerprint. I came to return it.”

Stepping forward to claim your item, he simultaneously stepped back as you frowned before muttering, “This was my grandmother’s.”

“My team appreciated your help last week. I came to make sure no one saw us here,” he stated, once again refusing to address your comment.

You shook your head, “Nope, not a peep from anyone poking their head around. And even if there was, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

His expression remained neutral, however his eyes began scanning your apartment. Not that you know what for.

“Actually,” you began, getting the chance to ask him something that’s been burning at the back of your mind, “How did your partner know my name? Spartan, I think his name is.”

Finishing his silent review of your apartment, the Green Arrow answered, “You work at Palmer Technologies, he’s seen you around.”

“He works at Palmer Tech?”

“Something like that.”

You huffed at his vague answer, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration at your futile attempt at making conversation with him. “Well, my door- or window, is always open. Just in case you need a refuel spot or something like the last time.”

“The last time, the police were on a manhunt to find us and we were drugged,” he dryly remarked. “We put provisions in place so it won’t happen again.”

You understandingly nodded, “Yeah- well, I mean if you want like… snacks, or something. I have bottled water. I don’t know, a blanket if it gets cold out there.”

In hindsight, you would probably laugh at your desperate attempt at being useful, but you tried not to think about how you sounded in the moment.

You could see his incredulous face even from under his mask.

“We won’t need your help again,” he deadpanned.

You stammered, “No, no… of course you won’t. You guys are trained professionals. But I mean, like… if you do. Need my help that is. If you do need my help I’m here.”

He raised an eyebrow although choosing not to respond. After looking around your apartment one last time, he swiftly made his way to the door of your balcony and walked outside.

“I-uh… you know you can just go out the door like last time, right?” you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“There’s less of a chance someone will see me this way.”

“Well, maybe. But if someone does see you this way then there’ll be way more questions about why a hooded man is jumping off my balcony.”

Staying silent once again, the Green Arrow nocked his bow and fired a grappling arrow across the sky to latch onto a roof somewhere.

“Well goodbye I guess,” you muttered while leaning your head over the barrier to make sure there at least weren’t any pedestrians out.

But when you lifted your head back up, not a trace of the emerald archer was found and it was like no one was even there in the first place. Your mouth gaped at his sudden and silent disappearance and you searched the skyline for any silhouette of his figure on the rooftops.

You only sighed when not a trace of him was detected. However, you begrudgingly walked back into your lifeless apartment and back to your boring life.

Just as you went to pick the television remote from off of your coffee table, a green light caught the corner of your eye. Picking up the object, your fingers ran across the short arrow that had some sort of microphone and speaker attached.

Smiling to yourself at the object, you knew that the Arrow hadn’t made a mistake by leaving it behind, and that he meant for you to have it. Looking back out the window, you could have sworn that you saw a dash of green fleeting across the rooftops. But it could have very well been your wistful thinking.

But if you knew one thing, it was that your encounters with the hooded vigilante would not be ending anytime soon.

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Clandestine Meetings End in Longing Stares | O.Q

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Pairing: (Anti) Barry Allen x reader, Oliver Queen x reader

Request: “Part 2 [To The Worst That Could Happen] seems idle rn 😭” | Requested by @ ciarrauchiha (On Wattpad)

A/N: Re-reading the fic, I’m honestly kind of surprised that a part two wasn’t requested earlier since it ended on a bit of a cliffhanger. This is kind of an AU where Oliver isn’t in jail or exiled from Star City or anything like he was during the 7th season, when this fic takes place. I'd recommend reading Part 1 before reading this or else it might get a bit confusing.

Summary: After Barry finds out about you and Oliver’s relationship before you could break the news yourself, he finally agrees to meet you so you can explain.

Warnings: Rocky friendship

Word Count: ~1.9k

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Idly stirring creamer into the black coffee in front of you, you picked up the ceramic mug and took a sip, only to wince at the remaining bitterness of the drink.

Glancing at the clock that ticked away on the diner wall, you sighed upon seeing that over half an hour had passed since you originally sat down.

You had woken up that morning enveloped in Oliver’s arms as he slept, which was a rare occurrence in itself considering your boyfriend's usual tendency to wake up earlier than the sun and go work out.

However, instead of taking that uncommon opportunity to sleep in with the man you loved, you had checked your phone and was met with a text from Barry, replying to the request you had made two weeks ago when he found out that you and Oliver were dating.

You had asked him if he was available to meet up so you could explain. And admittedly, the day after you shattered your friendship with him was probably too soon, but you couldn’t wait.

So, when he finally replied after fourteen restless days, he texted, asking to meet you at some diner in the middle of nowhere. Not minding the location, knowing that you both had memories in every other restaurant, you carefully slipped out of your boyfriend’s bed in favor of meeting your best… well, former best friend.

You knew how it sounded. But you didn’t care.

Plus, you’re sure that Oliver will understand… probably.

With a pitying smile on her face, the waitress held up the coffee pitcher, silently asking if you wanted a refill, no doubt assuming that you were stood up.

And while she wasn’t exactly wrong, you still shook your head ‘no’.

However, just as you were losing hope, the bell of the door rang as someone opened it. And your head shot up to see the scarlet speedster himself, out of uniform of course, only forty-two minutes later than he promised.

His lips were pressed in a tight line as he slid into the booth seat in front of you, and in the corner of your eye you saw the waitress smile at you being joined by someone.

“Hey,” he offered, placing his intertwined hands on the table.

You gave Barry a small smile, “Hi.”

Opening and closing his mouth a couple times, Barry finally found his wording as he spoke, “I didn’t actually think you were going to come.”

“Well you definitely gave me ample time to change my mind,” you chuckled.

At that, Barry’s lips shifted into a smile before he quickly wiped it off his face, seeming to remember why you both were here.

Looking around the small diner, he only noticed an older couple, the waitress, and a cook in the back.

“Where’s Oliver?”

You gave a nervous laugh, “Do you honestly think he’s hiding behind the building or something, ready to shoot you in the back if you cross any lines? This place is pretty empty for a Saturday morning. But then again, there doesn’t look to be anyone within twenty miles.”

At Barry’s unamused stare, you figured he actually wanted an answer.

“He’s still at home.”

Barry hummed at your answer, his noise having no distinguishable meaning. Walking over to your table, the waitress poured him a cup of coffee, leaving a similar amount of creamer.

Giving a small ‘thanks’, the waitress left you and Barry to simmer in awkward silence, and you almost wish you ordered some food so at least the sound of your chewing could fill the space.

But alas, you and him could only listen to the faint clatter of cutlery on plates while you both looked at each other, wondering who would admit fault for the whole incident.

Sighing, you broke the silence, “I promise I was going to tell you about Oliver.”

“When?”

“After our first date.”

“Which was…?” he trailed off, prompting you to fill in the blank.

You paused for a second, knowing he wouldn’t like your answer. “Well… we only really started dating five months ago. But, well, we went out a few times last year after Earth-X.”

Just as you expected, Barry fell silent at your words. You couldn’t even count how many times you had seen him and opportunities you had to tell him in the past five months. And if you had just done it, you could have saved him 152 days of longing and working up the courage to ask you out.

Alas, you couldn’t go back in time… Well, you could. But you shouldn’t.

So, you remained silent as you sat across from him in some deserted diner as it felt like the person which you had always depended on the most was shifting allegiances.

Breaking the silence he created, Barry’s expression remained neutral while he aimlessly stirred his coffee.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he finally asked, verbalizing the golden question you knew was coming.

And you wish you had a better answer, or at least one that didn’t make you feel so… in the wrong. But all you could say was, “I didn’t want to lose you. I-I knew that you wouldn’t like me being with someone else. I just… didn’t quite know why.”

“So instead you chose to lead me on?” Barry scoffed, but you couldn’t even blame him since you knew that was exactly what you did, despite it being unintentional.

You knew that nothing you could say could make him feel better, so instead you remained silent, letting him express his betrayal.

“So… what’s next for you and Oliver?” he spoke, his former mentor’s name leaving a sour taste in his mouth. But then again, that might have just been from the jealousy crawling out the speedster’s stomach onto his tongue.

You shrugged your shoulders, “We don’t have a solid plan or anything, it hasn’t been that long.”

Barry quietly scoffed, but you heard.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you asked, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, I just- nevermind.”

“No, no. Tell me.”

“I just, didn’t think you would be okay with his… lifestyle.”

You crossed your arms, not quite understanding, and at your perplexed look, Barry explained, “You know, he has certain images he likes to uphold. First, he was a ‘ladies man’ by day, ‘mysterious vigilante’ by night. Then, he was the ‘handsome businessman-mayor’ slash ‘emerald hero’. Now he’s ‘Mr. Ready to Settle Down’ plus ‘normal guy who occasionally puts his life in danger to cope with retirement’.”

He added, “I just didn’t think you would want someone who’s a completely different person every other year.”

This time, it was you who scoffed, much louder than intended. “Barry, just because you’ve been the same goodie-two-shoes Forensic Scientist, now with superpowers, your entire life, doesn’t mean everyone else also stays the same. People change.”

“I just don’t understand!” Barry exclaimed, drawing a couple looks from the older couple at the other side of the diner.

Not wanting to cause a scene, you lowered your voice, “Yes, Barry, I chose Oliver Queen over you. It’s not a completely incomprehensible decision.”

Barry’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he leaned back in his seat, trying to create some distance between you both.

“I-I don’t think I can be your friend anymore,” he sighed, mild anger in his eyes but with an uncharacteristic calm in his voice.

You scoffed in disbelief, “Come on Barry, you're not my first choice for once in my life and now you can’t bear to see me anymore.”

“It’s not about that.”

“Then what is it about?!”

“It’s because I loved you!” Barry whisper-yelled.

You slumped back into your seat, which you had risen up from, slowly blinking at his confession. Sure, you knew that he had feelings for you, but you assumed it was a small childhood crush.

He took your silence as an opening to continue, “You’ve always been there for me for as long as I could remember. And I thought that was because you loved me too.”

In a small voice, you began, “Barry-”

“Unless you’re going to say that I wasn’t just imagining things, I really don’t want to hear it,” he interrupted.

Falling silent, you granted his wish. As much as you wanted to tell him that his feelings were requited, even just a little bit, you weren’t able to.

Rising from your seat, you grabbed your jacket and put down a twenty dollar bill to cover the cost of your both’s coffees, plus the time you spent sitting at the diner.

Barry’s expecting eyes were glued to you, hope shining in his pupils that just a tiny part of you felt the same, but his sunken posture displayed his realization that you didn’t.

Giving your former childhood best friend one last look, you spoke, “I know that this is probably the end of us, but if you ever need anything or just want to talk again… please, call me.”

Despite him giving a small nod, you knew that the chances of Barry ever speaking to you again were slim.

Sighing at the utter failure that was your reconciliation meeting, you walked out the door of the diner, and away from the man that had been in your life forever.

You knew that everybody would move on, but a piece of you would always be right where you left him.

Getting into your car, you glanced down to see a text from Oliver, asking where you were.

Replying that you just went to get breakfast, which was technically the truth, you told your boyfriend that you would be home soon.

Leaving the diner, you looked in your rear-view mirror to see that Barry stayed there, and you hoped that not too much dust collected on his chestnut hair as he sat and stared at your empty seat.

You could only hope that time would unfreeze and you wouldn’t be forced to relive your conversation with Barry in your mind forever.

Turning your eyes back onto the open road, you tried to forget about your former friend, and instead, focus on Oliver.

You refused to let Barry’s pining eclipse the bright future you had with the man you loved. After all, you were confident that it was only a matter of time before Barry fell in love with someone who can actually return his feelings.

Smiling to yourself, you tapped your phone screen and it lit up with a picture of you and Oliver, one where he actually agreed to smile instead of his normal, intimidating stare.

Returning to Star City, you knew that you and Barry would move on from your fight, and your clandestine meeting would be remembered as nothing more than another lesson learned. Eventually, you both are surely going to find some perspective, and will pick up your friendship right where you left it.

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Get Out of Jail Free Card | E-1 L.L

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Pairing: Earth-1 Laurel Lance x fem!reader:

Request: “That is so great! You’re duch a good writer. I wanted to know if you could do one about Laurel Lance (the original).” … “My idea was that the reader had gotten in trouble and ended up at the police station being interrogated by Quentin and then Laurel comes to save the day. And the romance grew from that. It would be in season 1. Thanks 😊” | Requested by @ riqui_ly_love (On Wattpad)

A/N: Sorry for not making a Christmas or holiday themed fic, I just forgot and by the time I remembered… it was too late. So maybe next year :) For once, I am very confident in the characterization for the characters in this fic, which is uncharacteristic of me but a nice feeling nevertheless.

Summary: After being falsely accused of a crime, your girlfriend takes it upon yourself to be your lawyer.

Warnings: Curse word

Word Count: ~1.8k

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Finishing up your work for the day, you sighed in relief at finally being free for the weekend. Stretched your arms whilst rising from your seat, your work phone went off with another dreadful ring.

Your shoulders sunk as you threw your head back, groaning at the interruption. Narrowing your eyes at the device, you nevertheless answered the call, not bothering to check the caller ID, figuring it was one of your co-workers who was unfortunate enough to still be working at six p.m. on a Friday.

“What?” you answered, annoyed.

However your unpleasant mood drastically improved upon hearing the voice on the other end.

“Now that’s no way to speak to the kind woman about to treat you to a lavish dinner.”

“Laurel?!” you gasped, checking the phone number to confirm it was actually her. “Oh my god, I thought you were someone else!”

You heard her chuckle from the other end, “Jane from accounting I presume?”

You grabbed your stuff and made your way out of your office with a pleasant smile resting on your face. Nodding, despite her being unable to see you, you complained, “Those nutjobs have been blowing up my phone all week.”

“It sounds like this dinner is much needed and well deserved.”

“That’s assuming they won’t flag me down on my way out.”

“Well if they do, tell them your girlfriend’s a lawyer.”

Just as you were scrummaging through your purse for your car keys, you paused, “Girlfriend? I thought I was still your ‘good friend.’”

You could almost hear her shrug through the phone, “I figured that with everything already being complicated with Oliver and my dad, we could be the only uncomplicated thing in our lives.”

“Uh, yeah… uncomplicated. I can do that,” you sputtered, climbing into your car.

“But we can talk about it more over dinner!” Laurel insisted.

“Yeah, yeah,” you agreed. “But I like that- you, I mean. Or well, I like me… being your girlfriend. And vice versa of course!”

Hearing the lawyer giggle through the phone, your shoulders relaxed at the indication that you didn’t mess up too badly.

“I’ll see you at dinner?” you offered, ending the conversation.

Catching her breath, Laurel confirmed, “I’ll see you then.”

With a click, the call ended and you laid your head on the steering wheel. Grinning at everything that just happened, you gathered yourself before starting your car and heading towards the restaurant.

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Pulling into the parking lot, you exited your car and you saw Laurel doing the same across the lot. Waving your hands to get her attention, she saw you and went to meet you halfway.

However before you could take another step, red and blue flashing lights caught your attention as Laurel’s father stepped out of the police car.

Raising your hand to greet him, you furrowed your eyebrows when he spoke your name before folding your arms behind your back.

“Dad?” Laurel asked, equally confused, “What are you doing?”

“Detective Lance… wait,” you stuttered, not understanding what you did.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used-” drowning out the rest of his words, you felt your heart beating in your ears as he ushered you to the back of his vehicle.

“You have the right to an attorney,” he droned on, and you made eye contact with Laurel.

Calling out your name Laurel tried to get to you, however her dad’s partner held her back. Letting your eyes wander past her, you ducked your head to avoid being recognized from the few onlookers outside of the restaurant.

“Don’t say anything!” Laurel’s voice yelled, “I’ll be at the station soon but don’t say anything!”

You nodded at her words as the door was closed, at least letting her know you heard her. Looking ahead, Quentin and his partner sat inside the car and you looked at him through the rear-view mirror.

Only being met with his stone cold gaze, you recognized the look on his face as the same one he was wearing when he arrested Oliver in his own home.

Slumping down in your seat, you could only exhale the breath you were holding and hope that Laurel at least would know what was happening, because you had no clue.

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Mindlessly tapping your nails on the metal table, you tried not to focus on the restraints around your wrists, pinching your skin in between the steel.

Instead, you scanned the room, taking in as much as you could despite the fluorescent lights concentrated on your face. Looking at the mirrored wall, you awkwardly smiled at the one way glass.

Just as you were huffing in boredom, the door behind you flew open, making you jump in your seat at the sudden intrusion.

“Sorry for the wait,” Quentin sarcastically remarked, “I had to figure out why everyone my daughter knows is some sort of criminal.”

You sighed in exasperation at his accusation, “Detective, there must be some sort of misunderstanding. I’m not sure what you think I did, but I can assure you that I didn’t.”

Slamming files down on the table, he scoffed, “You know, Queen tried to pull that exact same shtick. You two trading notes or something?”

“Oliver’s innocent,” you huffed, now becoming frustrated at his unwillingness to bargain. “And so am I.”

“I’ll tell you what,” he began, pulling up a chair to sit down in front of you, “You confess to embezzling the money, and I’ll get the DA to cut you a deal.”

You rolled your eyes, “What money, Quentin? I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He huffed, rising from his seat and running his hand through his hair. “I should have known. You aren’t Queen or Merlyn, how else could you afford to take Laurel out to all those fancy places.”

“Um, I’m an accountant… for one of the most prestigious companies on the west coast. What are you even talking about?” you asked again, only becoming increasingly confused.

He dryly chuckled, “The twelve million dollars mysteriously missing from your company, found in a Corto Maltesan bank account linked to you!”

Your shoulders dropped at his claim, not knowing how something you had no idea about is suddenly your fault. But you did know the prison sentence that could come with the charge. And compared to that, the disapproval of your girlfriend’s father would be the least of your worries.

Before you could argue your case, the door once again slammed open and you quickly turned your neck to see who it was, hoping they would be on your side.

Much to your relief, Laurel had come through the door holding papers of her own that knowing her, would prove your innocence.

“Laurel-” Quentin started before being cut off.

“Release my client,” Laurel demanded, handing him her files.

The detective mockingly laughed, “Honey, I know you and her have something going on, but there's damning evidence that proves-”

Once again interrupting her father, Laurel spoke, “And those papers will prove otherwise. She was framed by her co-worker. The person you’re looking for is Daniel King, not her.”

Letting your eyes bounce between the lawyer and the officer as if you were watching a tennis match, your eyes were now on the older Lance as your breath stalled for his decision.

With an incredulous expression on his face, Quentin flipped through the files, realization dawning on his face.

Appearing in the doorway, his partner spoke up, “Lance, we have to let her go.”

Looking back at you, Quentin ran his hand through his hair one last time before gesturing towards your restraints, signaling for his partner to release you.

With the click of the handcuffs being unlocked, you immediately went to massage your wrists, hoping to ease the sting from the tight bonds.

Laurel came to your side, helping you up from the chair you had been stiffly sitting in. The detective opened his mouth to apologize, but your girlfriend only glared at him, causing him to rethink speaking.

With a curt nod, you exited the interrogation room with Laurel. Once outside the station, you sighed, leaning against the brick building.

“Hey,” Laurel comforted, one hand on your shoulder, “It’s over now, you're not being charged with anything.”

Meeting her eyes, you leaned into her touch, “Thank you… for being there for me.”

“Of course. I know you, and you could never do something like that.”

“Your dad is just waiting for one of us to slip up, isn’t he,” you dryly chuckled, referring to yourself, Oliver and Tommy.

Shifting her gaze away from you, Laurel huffed, “Yep… he’s unfortunately always been like that.”

You shrugged, lifting yourself off the wall and absentmindedly kicking the gravel at your feet. “Anyways, let's not think about your father anymore.”

Looping your arm in hers, you both started walking and Laurel smiled, “That sounds like an amazing idea. Where were we before all this?”

“Umm,” you hummed, “I believe Ms. Lance, you were treating me to a five-star dinner and asking me to be your girlfriend.”

Opening the passenger door of her car, Laurel ushered you into the seat before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I can definitely do that,” she mused, closing the door and going around to the driver's seat.

Grinning to yourself, you watched as she sat into the car and laid her hand on the arm rest. Taking her hand in yours, you gently squeezed her hand and she glanced at you, her face mirroring your joyful expression.

Leaning your head against the seat, you let a smile rest on your face as you calmed your heart after the previous events. After everything that happened you at least knew that even if the cards were stacked against you, you still had one that would always be in your deck.

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New Tricks and New Hearts | J.K

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Pairing: Jordan Kent x fem! teen!reader

Request: "Hey! I have a request if you don’t mind doing! Can you do Jordan Kent x reader where the reader is Barry Allen’s adopted daughter and also a meta-human. And when Lois and Clark ask Barry and his team for help (on something, you can make up the problem) Jordan and reader meet and Jordan instantly develops a crush on reader, but reader is oblivious to feelings. And the teams are basically in physical pain on how awkward Jordan is around reader. So basically, with the help of Frost, Iris, Lois and Allegra they lock Jordan and reader in a room together. And in the end, they end up together and the teams are happy for them." | Requested by Anonymous

A/N: Back to back ‘getting stuck in a room together’ fics, I hope you guys don’t get sick of them. For this fic, let's pretend that Superman & Lois actually acknowledges the existence of other shows in the Arrowverse. Also, let's pretend Jordan actually knows how to use his powers so he helps his father. Please ignore the lame superhero name.

Summary: When the team gets tired of you and Jordan hiding your infatuation with each other, you both are locked in the speed lab together where you bond over superpowers.

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~2.3k

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“Whisp and I can provide back up... If-if she wants to, of course!” Jordan nervously suggested to the room of heros, referring to your superhero name, before turning to you, “Do you want to? Canvas the city I mean.”

Frost visibly rolled her eyes at the boy for what felt like the hundredth time. She hasn’t even dated anyone but she knows that she has more romantic confidence than him.

In Jordan’s defense, he was fourteen while Frost was twenty-two. However she and anyone else would bet that in eight years, Jordan still wouldn’t be able to speak in certain sentences around you.

Unaware of the teen’s struggle, you simply chalked Jordan’s strange behavior up to nerves about his first big mission.

You had started saving the city with your dad only a year after you first discovered your speed. But you had been told that Jordan had only recently gotten a grip on his powers and this is the first time he’s properly been able to help.

At first, you doubted how much the boy could have learned in the few short months he’d known about his powers. But you were pleasantly surprised when you saw that his speed was almost able to rival your own.

Debriefing you all on his plan to finally catch the villain of the week, Barry was about to confirm you and Jordan’s roles when Iris cut in, “Sure. But first we need you both to run a couple of tests in the Speed Lab.

You groaned at the idea of your speed being checked again. Ever since you’ve become Whisk, Central City’s second quickest hero and the Flash’s trusted sidekick, you were constantly being tested and your parents had threatened to take you out of the field completely if your vitals showed any sign of stress.

“Really, mom,” you complained, “We were literally checked a couple hours ago. What could have possibly changed since then?!”

As a fellow protective mom, Lois answered your rhetorical question, “It was also once believed that the strongest man in the world could only lift one thousand pounds. We’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to metas and superpowers.”

Your shoulders dropped in defeat at her argument and you and Jordan exchanged futile looks. Sighing, you and him had no choice but to follow your mothers to the speed lab.

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As Allegra hooked you and Jordan up to the speed monitors, you skeptically raised an eyebrow, “How do you even know how to do this?”

Shooting you an incredulous look, Allegra sarcastically rebutted, “It’s impressive right? I have powers and know how to do stuff!”

You playfully rolled your eyes as Jordan asked, “Where’s Caitlin?”

“She’s out of town visiting her mom,” Allegra answered, tapping buttons on the monitor, “So you lovebird’s will be stuck with me as your temporary doctor until she gets back.”

The second you heard her say ‘lovebirds’, your brain seemed to short circuit and you couldn’t find it in you to focus on the rest of her sentence.

Allegra simply smirked at her own words as she observed your gaped face and Jordan’s quickened breathing.

Deciding to cut you some slack, she stepped back and gave you both an out, “Okay, fifty laps around the lap-”

And before she said anything else, you were off, not wanting to stay for Jordan to see your panicked expression. He quickly followed your lead, not wanting you to be able to pick up on his internal alarm.

Letting your legs carry you, your mind was able to focus on distracting itself from your attraction towards Jordan that apparently everyone else has picked up on. You could only hope that he hadn’t noticed. Though with your luck, it’s likely that he had.

Less than five or even three minutes later, you had finished all fifty laps around the speed lab and came to a stop where Allegra was supposed to be waiting for you both to finish. Key word: “supposed”.

Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion at her disappearance, and a second later, Jordan came to a stop next to you.

Noticing the missing interim doctor, Jordan commented, “Did we seriously take so long that she left?”

“I don’t think so,” ​​you shrugged, checking the time, “She must have stepped out. I’ll go get her.”

Assuming that you’d be able to easily speed out the door and find her, as you had done so many times before, you ran towards the door. When it was unable to be opened, your body slammed against it, resulting in a loud bang and your pained groan.

Jordan yelled your name, rushing towards you to check on your withering form.

You grabbed the shoulder that made contact with the wall and hissed at the momentary ache. Although you were a speedster and therefore unable to bruise, , unlike kryptonians, you were able to hurt, especially from running into a wall at two hundred miles per hour.

“What was that?!” Jordan yelled, more in surprise than anger.

Feeling the pain in your shoulder quickly diminish, you gestured to the door, “It won’t open.”

He furrowed his eyebrows while reaching for the doorknob, “Are you sure?”

Twisting the handle, he quickly noticed that it wouldn’t budge which resulted in him applying more force. As you opened your mouth to warn him, the door knob popped off the door, the metal now resembling a crumpled piece of aluminum foil.

“Oh,” Jordan remarked, looking down at the now broken handle.

You rolled your eyes, “Wow, thanks for that. Now it’ll be much easier to open.”

He scoffed, “Well it’s not like you’re doing anything to help down there.”

You begrudgingly lifted your arm up in a silent request for help and he lightly chuckled at your bruised pride as he pulled you up.

The young kryptonian shrugged, “How hard could it possibly be for two superpowered teenagers to open a door?”

You shot him an incredulous look, “Considering S.T.A.R. Labs gets seized by a new villain every month and each room is designed to keep superpowered adults in or out, I’d consider it very hard.”

Throwing a punch at the wall, Jordan slightly frowned when it didn’t even dent.

“Hmm, maybe we just need to think about it a little.”

Your eyes brightened as you got an idea, “Wait! Dad taught me how to throw lightning a while ago. Step back.”

Jordan followed your instructions and backed away from the door while curiously watching you.

Taking a deep breath, you began speeding around in circles to gather enough energy. Once you felt every part of your body buzzing with electricity, you concentrated it all into your hand before throwing the harnessed energy at the door.

Slowing down, you were only met with an unchanged, shut door with black ash coating the front. You sighed as you sat down with your head in your hands.

Giving you the benefit of the doubt, Jordan gave you a comforting smile as he sat down next to you, “It looked super cool at least.”

A smile spread across your face at the compliment as it felt like butterflies were released in your stomach.

Trying one last power to open the door, Jordan’s eyes turned red as he used his heat-vision from next to you.

After a couple seconds of nothing, you warned, “I don’t think that’s doing anything and your dad will be insanely angry, or disappointed, or however Superman shows emotion if you solar flare.”

Jordan stopped at the threat of one of his father’s lectures before revealing, “Dad saves the anger for mom, he just looks at us with intense disappointment whenever Jon or I do something.”

You chuckled at the thought of Jordan or his brother doing something worthy of anger.

“Really, it happens!” Jordan defended, “Like one time we skipped class and we almost got grounded for a year.”

“Ooh, super bad,” you sarcastically chided, “You both are such rebels.”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I can hardly believe that you’ve done worse.”

You raised your eyebrows in challenge, “I literally kick bad-guy butt every day after school. I don’t need to rebel.”

He understandingly shrugged before his attention was pulled elsewhere. Pulling himself off the tiled floor, he walked over to a power box on the wall.

“What if we cut whatever power that goes into the door that keeps it so tightly locked?

You raised an eyebrow, “Unless you’re secretly an electrical engineer, I don’t think we should be messing with something that connects to the entire building’s power.”

Jordan’s shoulders dropped in disappointment, “Oh.”

You sighed before patting on the ground next to you, “Come and sit at least, who knows how long we’ll be in here. Save your strength.”

Grabbing two water bottles that were luckily stashed in the room, Jordan walked back over to join you on the floor.

Laying your back on the ground, your legs perpendicularly crossed over his as you stared up at the ceiling.

Just as you closed your eyes, Jordan broke the comfortable silence, “So, how did Barry teach you how to throw lightning?”

“I honestly don’t know. I just kinda… do it. He just talked out how it feels. Like the whole ‘Run Barry, run’ thing that happens every week.”

“That’s cool. I don’t think my dad has many cool tricks with his powers.”

You lightly scoffed, scooting closer to him, “Umm… thunder clap, cape tricks, freeze breath alone is amazing… must I go on?!”

Jordan chuckled and you smiled as his jet-black curls bounced.

“Fine. But those are mostly Aunt Kara’s powers, Dad just flies around and punches stuff.”

“Okay, okay. But you must admit that it is a pretty strong punch.”

Jordan nodded as the conversation faded out. Reaching to touch his hair, you threaded the ringlets between your fingers.

Sure, you and Jordan have always been close, being the youngest members of both your teams. However, today was testing that intimacy to see if it would grow into something more.

And you hoped that it did.

Disrupting the peace you both had succumbed to, the door flew open to reveal Frost, Allegra, and your respective moms on the other side.

Removing your hand from his hair at a lightning fast speed, you both stood up and away from each other in an attempt to prevent the awkwardness that would ensue if they knew of the feelings that lingered between you both.

“Hey you two! We were wondering what you both got up to,” Frost exclaimed, having plenty of experience playing clueless to whatever scheme she was complicit in.

You crossed your arms, glaring at Allegra, “The door wouldn’t open. Did we miss the mission?”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle,” Allegra remarked, ignoring your scowl.

Noticing your murderous expression, your mom cut in, “But what have you both been up to? I hope you weren’t too bored in here.”

Jordan shrugged, “Nope, just talking and stuff.”

“Stuff?” Lois inquired.

His face visibly reddened at the implication and you quickly explained before anyone could jump to their own conclusions.

“I’m going to teach Jordan how to throw lightning!” you blurted out, immediately regretting the responsibility you thrusted upon yourself.

Lois’ eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Throw… lightning?”

“Can kryptonians even do that?” Allegra asked.

You shrugged, grabbing Jordan’s hand and frantically pulled him away from the group, “We’ll sure find out.”

With that, you nervously smiled at Jordan and he returned your look with a wide grin of his own.

Taking their stunned silence as permission, you sped out the door and gestured for the young hero to follow you.

Before you were out the door, you heard your mom call, “Be home by ten!” before you and Jordan were long away from the lab.

As you both chased each other around the city, either by foot or flight, you showcased tricks for the other to copy.

With beaming faces and an obvious fondness between you both, you let the wind guide your hearts and soon enough, it felt less like you were chasing after the other and more like you were both naturally following the same path.

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