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bi-bard · 2 years

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Unrequited Love Makes the Heart Grow Fonder - Barry Allen Imagine (CW's The Flash)

Title: Unrequited Love Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Pairing: Barry Allen X Reader

Based On: Unrequited

Word Count: 582 words (holy shit, this is short)

Warning(s): cussing, break-up (well, sorta), argument

Summary: (Y/n)- and almost everyone else around them- was convinced that Barry and them were either together or on the way there. So, when Barry and Iris get together, there are a lot of questions from all angles.

Author's Note: I love Iris and Barry, but y'all are gonna need to roll with me on this.

I am so tempted to write some kind of part two to this to make (Y/n) happy.

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I don't know at what point I accepted that Barry and I were a thing, or almost a thing, I guess. We just seemed to kinda fall into it.

It was small things.

We'd spend all our time together, he'd greet me first after saving the day, I'd be the person to call him when we needed help.

It had even gotten to the point that the people around us thought that we were an item. Cisco would tease us both, Caitlin would hide her amused grin at our interactions, and hell, even Joe seemed to approve of us.

I learned the truth when Barry got back from saving the day and ran to Iris first instead of me. I quickly dropped my arms and looked over at Caitlin and Cisco. Caitlin looked guilty, now looking more at the floor than at me. Cisco wouldn't look at me.

I just watched as Barry leaned in and kissed her.

My heart dropped.

I left as soon as I could without drawing too much attention to myself. I couldn't hold back my tears enough to get out of the building. I ended up curled up on the floor by the door to the lab.

I felt like a baby. An idiot.

I would've thought I just misread the signals, but that wasn't what happened here. He had kissed. We were affectionate. I thought we were together. I just couldn't figure out what I had missed. I was left confused and angry and tired all at the same time.

"(Y/n)?"

I wiped my eyes when I heard someone speak. I looked at the door. Barry was already looking at me while trying to slowly close the door.

"Hey," he mumbled, going to sit next to me. "I saw you head out. You alright?"

"No," I said bluntly. What was the point in denying it? "No, I'm not."

"What's wrong?"

"'What's wrong,'" I repeated back to him in disbelief. "What, did the speed force mess with your brain cells? What do you think is wrong?"

He just kind of stared at me for a moment, shocked at my bluntness. When he looked down, I knew he understood why I was angry.

"It's about Iris-"

"It's about you," I snapped.

He sighed.

"What was the plan," I asked. "Not tell me and I'd be just fine? We... We were something, Barry. And you just suddenly roll in and start kissing someone else. Everyone in that room noticed, you idiot."

He looked at me. He didn't respond at all. I could almost feel my heart breaking. He couldn't even offer me some kind of explanation.

"I fucking loved you," I muttered, looking down at my lap. "So fucking much."

"(Y/n)-"

"Did you love me," I asked, looking at him. "Did you care for me romantically at all? Or was I a distraction until you could get the person you really wanted?"

He opened his mouth but stopped and closed it again.

"Oh my God-"

"(Y/n)-"

"You son of a bitch."

I stood up and stormed out of the room, heading toward the exit. Barry didn't try to follow me. He just let me leave with no attempt to fix anything.

And the worst part?

I would've done it all again. If he had asked me to, I would've stayed by his side. I would've kissed him and stayed with him if he could've gotten the words out.

And the thought of that made me sick to my stomach.

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wilygryphon · 1 month

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Kara Danvers as she will appear when visiting Atlantica in my Kingdom Hearts + Supergirl (2015) crossover fanfiction series "Heart of Steel". This is specifically in the first volume, "Up, Up and Away", so she has her teenage appearance.

Her aquatic form mixes her with a Fish-Snake, a mutant aquatic life-form native to Krypton. (With a red tail color to match her skirt and future cape.) Still to be determined if I give her electric paralyzing abilities and a venomous bite in this form.

#heart of steel #wilygryphon heart of steel #supergirl #kara danvers #kara zor el #atlantica #cw supergirl #arrowverse #kingdom hearts #dc comics #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kh fanfiction #kingdom hearts fanfic #supergirl cw #arrowverse fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #fanfiction #tbh the fish-snake was the only kryptonian aquatic creature that i could find actual information in #my art

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schrijverr · 1 day

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What Happens in Hong Kong…

What if the fight in 1x19: Unfinished Business had gone a little differently and Tommy learned about Oliver kidnapping him in Hong Kong?

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: mentions of canonical violence and canonical character death

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Oliver is still off balance about today as he wanders back into the club. Seeing the Count like that, deciding not to kill him, it’s strange. There was a time where he wouldn’t have hesitated to put that arrow in his brain, but today he couldn’t do it.

He wonders how he’s changing. There is so much darkness inside of him that he ripped out and put into this persona, transmitting it from Kapyushon to the Hood. But now that darkness is leaving the Hood and he isn’t sure if it’s leaving him all together, or if Oliver Queen is reabsorbing that darkness.

A movement catches his eyes and he instinctively focuses on it, assessing it as a threat.

It’s Tommy and he immediately feels guilty about putting Tommy in the threat category, even though he knows his brain just works that way. He spots the folder in Tommy’s hand and sees an opportunity to make up, calling out a “Hey,” that stops Tommy in his tracks.

“How are we doing?” Oliver asks. He knows the other man is mad at him, but he doesn’t know how much. The question feels neutral enough to get a gauge on where they stand, before making his next move.

“In the black,” Tommy answers curtly, not meeting his eyes. Still mad then. It’s confirmed when Tommy coolly asks: “Did the Hood get his man?”

“Well,” Oliver lets out a breath, “we won’t have any problems with Vertigo anymore.” He isn’t sure if the question was genuine, but he’d rather not risk it. Plus, maybe showing he did some good will make Tommy less mad.

It doesn’t seem to work. Tommy keeps his back turned to him and is now counting money. If he wants to make it right, he’s going to have to do better than pretending it didn’t happen. It’s difficult for him, but Oliver manages to start: “Look, Tommy, I’m sorry-”

“I’ve caught up the bookkeeping and all my notes on the inventory are in there, along with the list of supplier that we use,” Tommy cuts him off.

An uncomfortable feeling crawls down Oliver’s throat and constricts his chest, but he doesn’t want to read into the situation. Doesn’t want to believe what his brain clicks together. Doesn’t want to assess all possibilities and plan. He doesn’t want to let Tommy go. So, he falls into an easy pattern that has always come to him and plays dumb, saying: “Okay? I don’t see why you’re telling me that.”

Tommy turns around, meeting his gaze with eyes he barely recognizes. He has never seen Tommy upset with him like this.

“This club is important to me,” Tommy tells him, then walks forward accusingly. “But for you it’s just a front. You want me to keep your secret, help you be this thing you’ve become, but you refuse to see me for what I’ve become. I’ve got just a bit more self-respect for that.”

Each and every word hits him in his chest and he watches helplessly as Tommy walks away. His brother in all but blood is leaving his club – their club – with nothing more than an, “I quit,” thrown over his shoulder.

Oliver can’t let that happen.

Tommy is his rock, always has been. Being able to work with him is one of the best thing that has happened to him. Tommy is such a joy, so innocent and untainted by all the darkness Oliver carries inside him. When he’s with him, he can almost forget his own darkness.

There is a truth to Tommy’s words. He doesn’t see Tommy for who he has become, not entirely at least, and that hurts. Because Tommy isn’t the same. He has gotten more mature. Oliver just saw that same happiness and mistook it for immaturity, because his own happiness has been beaten out of him so he could survive and he can’t fathom surviving while being happy, can’t fathom living instead of surviving.

“Wait,” he calls out, before Tommy can open the door, needing him to stay.

A relief washes over him when Tommy pauses, however, he doesn’t turn around, just stills as he waits to see what will come out of Oliver’s mouth next. It’s terrifying, because he has lost the way he would charm himself out of trouble, replaced it with beating the problem until it’s gone. But now he has to talk and hope it’s enough to keep his friend.

“It’s not-” he starts, then realizes that saying it’s not you, but me, probably isn’t the best idea. He bites his lips, then starts again: “When I was on the island, I- I wasn’t alone.”

Tommy makes a confused noise and turns just a bit, throwing a glance Oliver’s way. He knows everyone wants him to open up about what happened there, talk to them. Whether it’s concern or morbid curiosity. Tommy isn’t immune either.

He could talk about Slade, how he turned in a matter of minutes due to drugs in his system. How he’s had friends turn against him. But he doesn’t. It won’t work. Because it’s not Tommy, who is the problem; it’s him.

“There were these group of mercenaries, who were trying to set up a base of operation there. Off the grid,” Oliver twists the truth. He’s sure Amanda Waller won’t like him talking about her involvement there and he doesn’t fancy A.R.G.U.S. showing up on his doorstep any time soon.

“I ran into a special ops, who’d been trying to stop them, but got stranded on the island when his plane was shot down. He helped me survive and get away from these men, but he’d gotten shot. We had targets on our back,” Oliver says, watching as Tommy turns around fully now, listening intently, though with a confused frown on his face.

“There were these herbs in a previous hideout we’d used and we needed them to treat his wound, so I went to get them,” Oliver explains, glad he found a good way to present this, though a little sick for what he was about to admit next.

“When I got there, I found a man. He was tied up, beaten bloody,” Oliver says, swallowing thickly as he remembers him. “He told me he was on a school trip on a fishing boat and it went down, that he washed up here and was found by those mercs, who were about to kill them until they’d been called away for a scuffle. Me and my friend, probably.”

Tommy is now letting go of the handle. Oliver has successfully convinced him to stay and listen, interesting him enough to not want to leave. A part of him wishes he would have failed, so he doesn’t have to actually get to telling this part.

“He begged me to cut him free, terrified those men would come back and finish what they started,” he says, dragging it out, because he doesn’t want to say it, until he has to. He is quiet for a beat, taking a harsh breath, before he rips the band aid off: “I didn’t cut him free. I left him there.”

Oliver looks at the ground, determined not to see Tommy’s expression and glad for that determination when an outraged Tommy exclaims: “What the hell, man! Why not?”

He looks up, his eyes filled with emotions that are warring in his chest as he admits: “Because I didn’t know him, Tommy. I left him there to die, because I couldn’t confirm his story and we couldn’t use a liability.”

Tommy is quiet for a moment, then scoffs: “So what? Am I the liability? Is that what you’re saying?”

He had a whole point with the story, about how he doesn’t know anyone anymore. That he knows they’ve all changed, but he doesn’t know how and he can’t risk it. But having Tommy think that… it’s the worst. Tommy has always been too good. Oliver must rectify it immediately.

“No!” the word comes out quick and harsh, followed by a waterfall of words that had been trapped inside him and now come rushing out: “It’s me. Can’t you see that? For five years, I had to mistrust everyone, try to find their masks, before it got me. Because that guy? He wasn’t a student on a field trip at all. He was one of them. When we got captured, he was there, manning their equipment. It was a trap. I made the right call by leaving someone to die, Tommy.”

His breathing is harsh now and Tommy has recoiled from him when he started talking, his voice getting louder and louder.

When he opens his mouth again, his voice is softer, almost a whisper and coated in shame: “I see that you’ve changed. I see it, Tommy, I do. But a part of my brain can’t help but wonder if it’s a mask, a ruse. When it’s gonna drop and how it’s going to screw me over. Mistrusting everyone comes so much easier to me now.”

He swallows and admits: “It’s not you, it’s everyone. I don’t trust my mom when she says that I’m home, that I’m safe and she loves me. Don’t trust Thea when she hugs me, afraid she’ll have a knife at my back. And that’s on me. Not them.”

He meets Tommy’s eyes, tears in his own, though he valiantly fights them down. He has turned off his emotions for years now, he can manage not crying, no matter how hard it is. Across from him, Tommy looks shocked and a little heartbroken. Oliver wishes he wasn’t used to getting that expression from people, confirming how fucked in the head he is.

“I am so sorry that I thought you dealt those drugs. I know you better than that- I should know you better than that. It’s not a mask with you, it couldn’t have been. Anyone who’d fly across the world to find me, wouldn’t be going behind my back,” Oliver says, needing Tommy to understand.

At first it looks like it’s going to work, like opening up is actually going to help. Which is great, because he’ll keep his friend, but horrible, because then he might have to do it more.

However, then Tommy frowns and suspicious he asks: “How did you know I’d flown across the world to try and find you?”

“Uhm, Laurel mentioned it,” Oliver says, kicking himself for bringing it up.

“No, she couldn’t have. No one knew, except my dad. I didn’t want to give anyone false hope,” Tommy shakes his head. “You couldn’t have known, unless- unless you were there.”

Oliver’s heart stops. He never should have let that slip, how could he have been so stupid. Now, he needs to do damage control as quickly as he can. Tommy can never – never – end up on Amanda’s radar.

“Tommy, look at me, look at me right now,” Oliver snaps, moving towards the other as fast as he can to grab his face to force him to meet his eyes, having to force himself to not care about how Tommy flinches back and struggles. “You cannot tell anyone, and I mean anyone, about Hong Kong.”

“So you were really there?” Tommy asks, his voice distorted by Oliver’s grip, which would have been funnier were it not for the betrayal that’s in there too.

“Promise me you won’t tell,” Oliver insists.

“Did you see me?” Tommy demands, not replying to Oliver.

Oliver lets go of his face to shake his shoulders, repeating: “Promise me you won’t tell.”

“Not until you tell me how you know,” Tommy says angrily.

After quickly running through all his options, Oliver admits: “I was the one that kidnapped you. Now promise me.”

“What the hell, man!”

“Promise me,” Oliver yells.

“You just said you kidnapped me! You were not on that island. Why the hell would you not come home? Why would you lie about that? Why would you hide that?”

“Just promise me you won’t tell, it’s important.”

“Why?”

“Because they might come for you,” Oliver explodes.

“Who?” Tommy explodes right back.

“The- the people that got me from the island,” Oliver says, quietly, looking around as if he expects Amanda to appear from the shadows.

“Oliver, tell me what happened,” Tommy asks. He isn’t angry anymore, but confused and obviously hurt, as well as concerned. He’s so Tommy. So like his mother. Oliver has never been good at saying no to Tommy, it’s how they got into so much trouble together.

He sighs, looks around, then drags Tommy down to the basement, making sure to close the door behind him and sweep the room.

“Uhm, you’re- you’re kind of scaring me, dude,” Tommy chuckles nervously.

“Good,” Oliver says, giving him a glare. Before taking a centering breath. He doesn’t want to be mad at Tommy. It’s not his fault.

“The wrong kind of people heard about what happened on the island. We stopped those mercs. Not because it was the right thing to do or some noble reason or whatever. They were a threat to me, so they had to go, and they had a possible way off the island, which was good. We took them down, because of selfish reasons,” Oliver says.

“We? Your friend, the spy dude?” Tommy asks.

“Yes,” Oliver says, seeing no reason in mentioning Shado… or Sara. “He- He didn’t make it. I did.” It still hurts to say that, no matter how many years have passed and how it ended between them. He still misses his friend, despite what he turned into.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“So, uhm, the wrong people heard? What does that mean?” Tommy says, an obvious prompt to get him to talk and get the uncomfortable silence to end. Oliver misses the time their silences were never uncomfortable.

“At first I actually thought they rescued me,” Oliver says bitterly. “But they just needed me to break in somewhere. As a dead man, no one would notice if I didn’t come back. And no one would suspect it was me. Perfect fall guy.”

“That’s seven kinds of fucked up.”

“Tell me about it,” Oliver grins, though it’s more a quirk of his lips these days. “I tried to escape, logged into my email, before I was recaptured.”

“It was really you,” Tommy breathes, still a little disbelieving.

“It was,” Oliver confirms. “A few days later, I find myself on a rooftop with a gun pointed at your head.”

“What?” Tommy chokes.

“They needed me inconspicuous. You can’t be that if there is someone going around town with your picture. They needed you off the board. I didn’t want to shoot you.”

“And you didn’t, because I would have known that.”

Oliver smiles at the reaction, a bit of his guilt alleviated by Tommy’s ability to make a joke about the whole situation. “No, I didn’t,” he agrees. “The kidnapping you was necessary to get you out, because if I didn’t take you off the board, someone else would have. And they wouldn’t have hesitated in pulling that trigger.”

Tommy pales and swallows heavily, retroactively scared for his life, which had been in danger without him even knowing. Oliver wishes he could take that fear, that Tommy would have never known that he had a gun pointed at him, that he tranquilized him and took him to a warehouse where he scared the shit out of him.

“So you saved my life?” Tommy squeaks after a second. And Oliver’s heart lets out a rush of warmth while breaking. Of course Tommy would see that as saving his life, not endangering it.

“I made sure you weren’t killed, sure,” Oliver agrees, because he doesn’t feel like flaying himself open more than he already has. This is why he doesn’t open up to anyone, it just invites questions and feelings.

“Did you do the break in for them?” Tommy asks.

Oliver nods tightly. “Not much else I could do,” he says, trying to forget seeing everyone here, being home, as well as the devastation in Hong Kong. Akio dying, General Shrieve tortured. Both by his hands.

“And what then, this was years ago. Did they keep you captive?” Tommy demands to know, which is valid, since he did say he was on the island for five years when he obviously wasn’t.

The more Tommy knows, the more danger he’s in, he doesn’t need to know about the Bratva and he probably wouldn’t believe the magic bit. Yeah, if he tells him about the magic bit, he’ll probably end up right next to the Count.

So he tells another half truth, pretending to be sincere, because that’s his entire life at this point. At least he doesn’t have to fake the bitterness when he says: “When it was done, they drugged me and dropped me right back on that god forsaken island. Covering up their tracks. I suppose I should be grateful they kept their end of the bargain and didn’t kill me.”

Tommy has wide disbelieving eyes and he staggers to the chair Felicity usually sits in as he processes everything Oliver just told him.

Oliver gives him a minute or so, before he softly says: “You’re free to walk away, Tommy. You’re free to hate me for lying to you about it, or suspecting you for the drugs. I’m fine with that. But, please, promise me you won’t tell anyone I was off that island.”

“You think they’re still watching you?” Tommy hisses, looking around now too, much like Oliver did earlier.

“I don’t think they have someone trailing me, but they likely will show up if rumors about this start going around,” Oliver says honestly. Amanda likes her status quo, she won’t let Oliver risk her operation.

“Fuck, man,” Tommy says, letting out a deep breath. He leans back in the chair and rubs his face, while Oliver studies him nervously.

Tommy hasn’t retracted his quitting, nor has he reacted beyond telling Oliver how fucked it all was, which is nice and strange. Oliver does know what happened to him was kind of fucked up, but fucked up has become his normal that he didn’t even realize until he saw Tommy react to what he told him.

“Are you still going to quit?” Oliver asks after a bit, unable to take the silence that is interspersed with mutterings of that’s so fucked up from his friend.

“I’m still a bit mad at you,” Tommy says and Oliver feels his gut churn, so much for opening up to people. “However,” Tommy goes on, “I would also be a suspicious fuck if that shit happened to me, so when I- when I process all… this, uhm, I’ll- I’ll get back to you.”

“…So I shouldn’t look for your replacement?” Oliver inquires shyly, unable to stop the bit of hope that creeps into his chest.

“Nah, man, this is our club, right?” Tommy smiles. “Just gimme a few days and we’ll be cool.”

“Thank you,” Oliver says and he has never meant two words more.

Tommy is still kind, not hardened by the world the way Oliver is. He still forgives easily, forgets just as quick. It will get him killed some day, but Oliver doesn’t want him to stop. Learning that the world is unforgiving is not fun and he doesn’t want Tommy to have to learn it, doesn’t want him to loose that innocence.

His darkness is forever a part of him, no matter how much he puts it into the Hood, it still haunts his every interaction. Today has shown him that much. However, not everyone is like him and that’s good. That’s the best actually. He hates who he is, he wouldn’t want anyone to be like him.

Oliver vows to keep an eye on Tommy, make sure he’s not being too kind to the world that will never be kind back and will never deserve that kindness. Because Oliver is being given that kindness now, and he cherishes it. He’ll preserve it in Tommy, keep the darkness as far away from him as possible.

At that point, Oliver couldn’t have known how hard that promise would be to keep. How Tommy would hurt due to the sins of his father, much like Oliver does. How Oliver would wish, he hadn’t tried to preserve that kindness, because it’s the lack of kindness that has helped him survive regardless and it’s the excess Tommy has of it, that gets him killed.

But that’s the future. Right now, he’s happy that his friend is still there with him, that he didn’t royally screw up everything he touches. That despite the darkness of the Hood, Oliver Queen still has enough humanity to have people like Tommy in his life.

A/N:

Do I think Oliver – especially season 1 Oliver – would ever open up like this? No. But I like him talking about Lian Yu, so he will here for my entertainment.

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negative-speedforce · 12 days

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A new chapter of In Too Deep has been published!

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cecexwrites · 2 months

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boopsterliv · 2 years

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Hi, I’m having an OT3 moment and wrote this short little story. Yes, this is a shameless self-promotion.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39436983

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marvelsgirl616 · 2 months

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Date night 🌹

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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Sultry Dark Corners

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, attending VIP clubs, semi-public sex, lap dance, flirting, dry humping, coming in pants, not getting caught, playboy!Oliver Queen

Word count: 1k

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A/N: I don't know why Oliver is so underrated. I get that arrowverse had a lot of flaws but I think it was also pretty good a lot of times.

VIP clubs were some of Oliver Queen's favorite places to visit. Most were owned by friends of his, and if not they could easily become friends, if only for one night. His favorite kinds of clubs were the ones with lots of pretty service and they became his friends too, in a bit of a different way. If you couldn't find Oliver tangled up with a pretty woman after some time then everyone assumed he left with her. Or she left with him.

Oliver was hard to miss when he took a seat at his table in the corner. Enough for him to have a good view but slightly private as well, hidden away by a semi-transparent curtain.

He had a reputation for being quite generous with his tips when he liked the service so you made sure you served him before anyone else did. Here touching was permitted but only with strict consent and boundaries set by the staff. A way to earn even more money for you, if you wanted that is. When the paying customer was one of the richest bachelors in the city you couldn't pass up such an opportunity.

"Your order, mister Queen." You changed in your favorite green low-cut dress, tight enough to show your curves but not so tight it was uncomfortable to move in. It almsot matched the color of his tie. As the drink was placed on the table before him he looked at you with a smile.

"You can call me Oliver." He took careful sip, careful not to ruin his suit that is. "Do you have any other tables to serve tonight? If not I'd like some company."

At your amused raised eyebrow he made sure you understood the full extent of what he was asking for.

"A man gets lonely. I would very much like a lovely lady to spend the night with." His smile widened when you ran your fingers up his arm, pressing against the collar of his shirt and slightly tugging on his tie. "That's a yes?" He wanted to be sure before he proceeded. Upon you nodding he pulled you closer by your hips, almost enough for his head to press between your chest.

"I don't know what sort of woman you take me for but I don't go home with just anyone. Even someone with such a handsome face like yours." You pushed him back against his chair and looked back to make sure you were obscured enough. "I want to see what you've got to offer before we move on."

If he didn't catch on before you turned around and started grinding your ass against his crotch then he got a real clear idea now. His hands went to your hips only for you to push them down to your thighs. You kept the rest of your body at a small distance, only your shapely ass pushing over his slowly hardening cock.

Your hips moved to the exact beat of the music in the club. You know this song, you've danced to it before, but not for someone like Oliver.

For many Oliver was a one night only experience and you would make sure that it was one to remember. You were gonna be the one to make Oliver Queen cream his pants in a club full of people.

"You're not wearing underwear." He commented as he leaned forward to place a kiss on your back. "Neiher am I." That was even better.

"You've come prepared." He admitted it so easily too.

"You have too, haven't you?" You glanced back down at him, his cock now straining against his pants, begging to be free. Oliver clearly had no shame when it came to these things. As soon as he saw you looking he unbuttoned his pants and let you have a better look. The lighting almost made it look prettier, the hard length casting a shadow, the tip red and angry at the current lack of attention, the neat, trimmed patch of dirty blond hair at the base.

Everything about Oliver, including his dick, screamed of money. "Is that your way of tipping me?" You pushed back against him, now feeling the warmth a bit more clearly with only a single layer of clothes separating you.

"I could give more then a tip." He grinned up at you and spread your thighs a little, his cock pushing against your dress. "You look like you could take it. In fact you look like you could take it several times over. Right here." Oliver moaned as you started moving against him again, rolling your hips up and down, rubbing against the underside of his cock. He moved you a little, pushing his cock against the outline of your perfect ass, just the way he liked it.

You braced against the desk in front of you and speed up, ahead of the song, letting your moans be sounded out beautifully. As Oliver's hands traveled up your body you felt your wetness dripping own your thighs, your pussy protesting against being empty when his hands reached under your dress and cupped your tits.

At your ropes end you turned to him and pushed your knee bare knee against his cock and rolled your hand over the tip until he was bucking his hips against your hand.

"Not over my dress Oliver." You told him and thinking fast Oliver pushed his cock back into his pants but that didn't stop you from rubbing him until he came.

"Did I measure up?" His grin was very charming given how he was still coming down from his high.

"So far, yes." Banter was something he seemed to enjoy so you were leaning into it fully. Oliver reached behind you and grabbed his glass, quickly downing the rest of his drink. The amount of money he slammed down on the desk was... generous to say the least.

"Wanna get out of here?" Unlike some men he was proud to walk out with a clear stain on the front of his pants.

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sarawritestories · 4 months

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Arrowverse Masterlist

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Could anyone recommend any Arrow fanfics centred around Oliver waking up on Lian Yu the day he was found after dying in Crisis?

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bi-bard · 2 years

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I Wanna Feel All that Love and Emotion - Barry Allen Imagine (The Flash)

Title: I Wanna Feel All that Love and Emotion

Pairing: Barry Allen X Reader

Based On: People Watching

Word Count: 1,019 words

Warning(s): fear over commitment (kinda, not in the way you assume)

Summary: How long can a person watch other people in love before they start losing hope for themselves? (Y/n) finds themself fearing they'll never fall in love as they save the city and watch countless couples reunite.

Author's Note: I sobbed to this song when I first heard it, but it's fine.

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I felt myself force a smile as the woman I just saved ran over to her partner. The pair hugged each other, sobbing as they held on tightly. I took a deep breath and turned around.

"We've got everyone and everything's secure," Barry told me just as he stopped in front of me. "I don't know where the guy who caused this went."

"He must've taken off before we got here," I replied, looking around the group again.

I had meant to look to see if anyone looked different. Looking at Barry and me instead of the disaster. Someone watching with no emotion. Maybe the quick flash of some funky costume.

I didn't see any of that.

What I did see was people all connecting. Couples holding each other, friends checking on each other. All forms of relationships that you could imagine. Disaster shows how united a group can be.

Watching all of the relationships made my chest feel tighter. I would've given anything to have that kind of connection. Not the disaster part, of course, but the closeness and the trust. I had been craving it for years now. It just had never been in the cards for me.

I sighed.

"You alright," Barry asked.

I looked at him again, shaking myself out of my thoughts. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired."

He nodded, but his expression didn't show that he believed me. "We should get back to Star Labs."

I nodded back. "Race ya."

I took off before he could reply.

I was leaning on a desk in the lab when he showed up.

"That was cheating," he said, pointing at me.

"It's not my fault if you have slow reflexes."

"Slow? I am the fastest man alive."

"Meh, are you?"

"You flew here, that's different."

"Fastest runner alive," I corrected.

He rolled his eyes jokingly.

"Alright, you guys get changed," Cisco pointed at us. "I think we've earned some drinks."

I bit my lip for a moment. That feeling in my chest was still there and I really didn't want to sit with it all night. It would only drag these guys down.

"I actually think I'm gonna go home early tonight," I replied. "Just a bit tired."

"You sure," Barry asked. I nodded. "Alright, get home safe."

I nodded again.

I didn't end up going home after I changed. Well... I kind of did, but I wasn't in my apartment. I ended up sitting on the roof of my apartment building, looking out at the city that I had dedicated my life to.

I felt a gust of wind behind me. I closed my eyes, knowing immediately who it was.

"Hi, Barry," I said.

"Hey," he replied, going to sit next to me near the edge of the roof.

"How'd you know I was up here?"

"You come up here whenever you're upset," he shrugged. "I kinda figured out that something was wrong when you were leaving. I wanted to give you a little bit of space though."

"Thanks," I forced a grin at him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

I shrugged a little bit, looking down at my lap.

"We don't have to; we can just sit here. Like giant birds."

I couldn't help but chuckle at him, looking back over at him. He was looking over at me with a grin, clearly proud that he got a laugh out of me. I took a moment to consider how I wanted to word this.

"How often do you watch people after you save them," I asked. "Not for some extended period of time, but just immediately after saving them."

"Umm," Barry furrowed his eyebrows. "I wouldn't say super often, but sometimes I'll look. It's nice to see people feel safe after something's happened."

I nodded.

"Do you not agree?"

"No, no, I do," I said. "It's just... sometimes it makes me a little... sad? I guess?"

"Why?"

"I... I haven't gotten the chance to be in love," I tried to explain. "Not truly. I've tried dating and such, but nothing beyond that. After a while, I guess seeing all of the relationships has made me a little bit... jealous? That sounds awful but I don't have a better word."

Barry nodded, not trying to interrupt or help me. He was just listening to me.

"I've... I've watched countless couples reunite and hold each other," I continued. "I've seen true love unfold in front of me. I... I guess I just want to know what it feels like. Experience it all. When's my turn to get those emotions."

"Y'know, it's not all those happy moments," Barry replied, trying to comfort me. "There's lows to all of it."

"But isn't that part of the beauty of it," I turned my body to face him. "The smiles and tears. The good and the bad. Miracles and tragedies."

He nodded, grinning to himself.

"That sounded dumb, didn't it," I asked. "Sorry. I get caught up in the hopes and the rainbows and the crap-"

I jumped a little when Barry leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. He slowly kissed me while I sat still, completely shocked.

He leaned back slower than he had leaned forward. He just stared at me for a few moments, waiting for me to respond.

I blinked a few times before I came to my senses. "It... It's very dangerous to surprise someone on a roof. I could've fallen off..."

Barry chuckled at me.

"I could've dragged you down with me-"

"Let me make it up to you," he cut me off. "Would dinner work?"

"Are you..."

"Asking you on a date," he finished my question. "Yeah, I am."

"You don't have to do that out of pity."

"I'm not. I'm doing it because I really like you and I have for a while now. I want to go out to dinner with you. As a date. Would you like that?"

I slowly nodded. "Yeah, that sounds nice... that sounds really nice."

He grinned before leaning over to kiss me again.

Maybe it was my turn. I just needed to see that.

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