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I’m Right Here (Barry Allen x Reader)

Part One

Prompt: Barry and you were living a great life, until Barry runs back in time to where his parents weren’t dead. He thought life was perfect until he realized that he had lost his one and only love. You.

Word Count: 1,712

Author’s Note: Hey guys, so in this ‘Flashpoint’, everyone is still friends with everyone. I know in the show it’s different but oh well just fyi in case you guys were confused lol BASICALLY it’s the same as the regular timeline. There is no Kid Flash (sorry Wally), and Barry is still The Flash in Central City AND Roy is in here…I’m sorry I love Roy so much I cried when he left Arrow so I just had to bring him back.


“Barry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Barry,” you whispered as your boyfriend of 2 years sobbed silently into your shoulder. Tears welled up in your eyes, daring to flood, and your heart clenched at his pain, but you knew that you had to stay strong for him. For Barry. 

Zoom had just killed his father right in front of him, and Barry couldn’t do anything to stop that murderer except watch. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what Barry must’ve felt in those few seconds. He ran back to Joe’s house where you were waiting outside, worried and helpless. You sat on the front steps with Barry clinging onto you like you were all he had left, and you basically were.

“Barry,” you said softly, running your fingers gently through his soft brown hair. He looked up with you with red eyes, somehow the green in them standing out more than usual. You cupped his face. “I’m right here, okay, Bar? I’m not leaving. You’ll be okay. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Barry smiled at you and kissed you deeply. He loved you so much. He knew that he was going to live the rest of his life with you. But he was going to live the rest of his life with you and his parents. Barry had made up his mind: he was going back in time to save his mom. 

“I love you, Y/N. I will always love you,” he said in a hushed tone, his warm breath fanning over your cold nose. You kissed him back lightly. 

“But I can’t live like this. I’m going to go save my mom,” Barry announced as he pulled back slightly.

This made you sit back, looking at him. “What, Barry, you can’t. Barry, you can’t do something like that. It’ll change everything,” you warned.

He sighed deeply with a sad smile. “That’s the point.” He let go of your hands and began to stand up. You followed after.

“Barry,” you started, your voice raising slightly, “Don’t do this. You’ll regret it. I know you, Bar. You’re not going to feel right doing this.” You opened your mouth to stop him, but he cut you off.

“Y/N, you’ll finally be able to meet my mom,” he looked at you with his sad green eyes, “she’d love you.” Your heart broke slightly at his yearning for his parents. You too wanted so badly to meet his mom. Barry’s dad was the kindest person you’ve met, and you knew that his mom would be the same, if not better. But you knew of the consequences and you also knew that Barry would come to regret this decision. 

Barry gave you one last loving look before running away, the lightening and wind the only indications that he was even there. He had gone to change the timeline.

Barry Allen, what have you done?


*in Flashpoint*

“Mom! I’ve missed you.” Barry hugged his mom as if he hadn’t seen her in years, which to him, he hadn’t. 

“Woah, Bar, calm down. You only came back from work,” she laughed but hugged him all the same.

“What’s going on here?” Henry asked as he walked in the room with a newspaper tucked under his arm. Tears welled up in Barry’s eyes, so happy that he finally had both of his parents here in the same room with him. Nora shrugged before going back to finishing her coffee. 

Barry smiled at his dad before smuggling him with a bear hug as well. “Nothing, I’m just so happy to see you guys,” he said.

“Alright, son, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but your friend Cisco called, asking for you.”

“Oh, really?” Barry was going to call you but maybe you were already at S.T.A.R. Labs, so after saying a quick ‘goodbye’ to his parents, he ran over to the lab, excited to see everyone. But most importantly, you.

As he walked in everything seemed the same. Caitlin and Cisco were at the computers and Harry was chilling in the corner with a coffee in hand. But he realized that you were gone. Maybe you were in the bathroom.

“Hey, guys!” Barry greeted with his famous smile.

Caitlin said a ‘hi’ in return, and Cisco turned around in his chair to look at Barry with suspicion.

“Hi…why’re you so happy today?” Cisco questioned with his eyes squinted.

Barry shrugged. “What? I can’t be happy today?”

Cisco turned back around in his chair and pretended to be nonchalant. “No, no, it’s good. It’s all good…”

Barry glared at him before asking the question that has been on his mind since he walked in.

“Hey, where’s Y/N? Is she out?” Barry asked the group. 

Caitlin looked up from her computer. “Y/N? Why do you need her?” she asked in confusion. Barry laughed. “That’s funny, Caitlin. Do you know where I can find her?”

“I’m pretty sure she’d be where she always is,” Harry piped from the corner, interested in a contraption that he’d been working on. 

“Which is…” Barry trailed off, pretending to know where you’d be, but in reality, he had no idea.

Cisco finished your sentence with the same confusion laced in his voice as Caitlin did. “…in Star City with Oliver. Barry, you are one weird speedster today. Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, laughing a bit to himself.

Star City? Why would Y/N be in Star City? 

Questions floated around in Barry’s head but he pushed them away. It doesn’t matter why you’re in Star City, as long as he gets to celebrate his new family with you. 

“Great! I’ll be right back, guys!” Barry announced, getting ready to speed to Star City, where Team Arrow was located, to get you.

“Uh, where are you…going?” Cisco started but didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence as Barry had already disappeared. He looked at Caitlin for answers but she just shrugged and went back to her work.


Barry entered Team Arrow’s secret hideout while in his Flash suit. The green lights illuminated the place, leaving the middle a bright white. It was quiet, and he could hear the clacking of Felicity’s keyboard and the sound of her voice as she spoke to someone. It seemed like she was talking into the earpiece that Oliver’s team uses when they go on missions. As Barry rounded the corner, there was no one there except for the blonde genius. 

“Felicity?” Barry called.

Suddenly, she shrieked and flew out of her chair. Barry’s eyes went wide as he went to help her. 

Felicity slapped Barry on the arm before talking back into her earpiece. 

“Yeah, it’s nothing,” she started as she glared at the speedster, “It’s just Barry.” A pause. “Don’t worry, I’ll ask him why he’s here, Oliver. You just finish the job and get back.” Felicity then pulled out her black earpiece and slapped his other arm. 

“Ow!” Barry exclaimed, rubbing both arms in soreness.

“That’s for scaring me! Barry Allen, you know better than to do that to me,” she scolded. She situated herself back into the leather chair before looking up at the unexpected visitor. 

“So, why are you here, Barry? Do you need Oliver’s help?” Felicity asked.

“Actually,” he started, “I was looking for Y/N. Is she here? Cisco told me she was in Star City.”

Felicity looked as confused as Cisco and Caitlin did. “Yeah…Y/N’s here. Why?” 

Now it was Barry’s turn to seem confused. More frustrated than confused. “Why is everyone asking me that? What’s wrong with wondering where my gir-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence because he heard a voice behind him. A voice that he’d missed even though it’s been only hours.

“Barry? What are you doing here?” you called out. You smiled at him and went to give him a hug. His face changed into one of happiness as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He missed your body against his.

As you went to pull back, Barry took your head in his hands and pressed his lips against yours with passion. This is what he wanted. Both of his parents alive and his girlfriend right beside him. But something was off.

Your eyes went wide as you felt foreign lips against yours. You didn’t know what to do. Shock took over your body and you froze. Felicity stared in surprise as well, unable to form any words. You were about to push him away when a voice cut through the silence. An angry voice.

“What the hell is going on here?!” 

That pulled Barry away from you to look at the speaker of the voice. Team Arrow had come back from their mission. Oliver, Diggle, and Theia all watched as Roy stalked up to Barry. A moment passed before Roy’s fist came flying towards Barry’s face. Fast.

Barry stumbled backwards and knocked against the table, his right hand holding his hand to his cheek. Your eyes got wider. Roy took a step towards Barry but you held his arm back. He looked at you with anger, than concern. Roy held your head in his hands, his eyes roaming your face for any injures.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” you whispered, “it was nothing. It was just an accident.”

But then Barry got up. “What the hell was that for?!” he yelled.

“Barry,” you warned.

Roy scoffed, his douche stance taking over. “It was because you kissed my girlfriend, you ass.”

Suddenly, Barry’s heart stopped cold. He looked over to you, slowly feeling his perfect life break. 

“You’re..his girlfriend?” he asked quietly.

You scrunched your eyebrows. “Yes, Barry, for the past two years. You knew this too. What’s gotten into you?”

Barry looked around at the commotion that he’d started. Everyone was staring at him like he had spoken a different language. 

“I need to go,” Barry said. Again, he sped off without a response.

You were Roy’s girlfriend. Not his. Tears pricked his eyes. But…you love Barry. Barry loves you. A sob escaped Barry’s mouth as he forced himself to run faster until his legs burned. You weren’t his anymore. He had all of this love to give you, and you were loving another person.

Then, his perfect life shattered.


Part Two

Lost Words (Barry Allen x Reader)

Originally posted by superherofeed

Part Two

Part One

Prompt: You had just come back to Central City after four years in college to major in medicine. When you came back, everything’s changed. Metahumans are now a thing, The Flash is running around the city, and you are now a doctor at Central City hospital. The only thing that hasn’t changed is your unresolved and unrequited love for Barry Allen.

Words: 1,490

Author’s Note: Thanks guys for reading this imagine! Let me know if you want me to include things or if you want another part.

It’s been two months since you’ve moved back to Central City. No one explained what happened that one night, and frankly, you’ve forgotten all about it.

Central City was the same as you remember, but different. Jitters was still a welcoming place that you went to before going to the hospital, but these metahumans were something else. They weren’t something daily, but when they did come, everyone seemed as if it was normal while you were still shocked that someone could jump into mirrors or control dolls. And then there was the Flash.

He was all over the city. They even named a coffee after him. You weren’t surprised, seeing as he was the city’s hero, but you were intrigued by the man. You’ve only seen him in person twice, from afar, a brief glance before he zipped away again. On TV however, he’s on there almost every time you turn on the news.There was something about him that just made your eyes look at him and nothing else. He reminded you of something, someone. But you couldn’t quite put your damn finger on it and it frustrated you.

It was a busy day at the hospital. There was another meta attack who had super strength and numerous people were coming into the ER with different injures. Whether from the meta himself or from the damages that had taken place. You had just finished up on a patient with broken ribs when you received a call from Caitlin. During these past two months, you and Caitlin have gotten close. Close enough to where you could confidently call her one of your best friends.

“Caitlin?” You answered as you went onto another victim.

“Y/N? I-um-we just…”

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt too?” You asked worried for your friend.

“Uh no, not really, but I need your help. We need your help.”

You covered the speaker of your phone and told the nurse to get some morphine for the patient before responding back.

“My help? With what?”

“I-”

“Caitlin,” you interrupted, “You’re awesome, but I’m gonna need you to speak faster. It’s hectic over here in the hospital and I need to get back to work.”

“The Flash. It’s the Flash, Y/N. And he’s dying.”

“The Flash? You’re friends with the Flash? Wait, Caitlin, aren’t you a doctor? Why can’t you help him?” You questioned, knowing that you’ll yell at her for keeping such a secret later.

Another doctor waved you over, but you held up a finger telling them to wait as you asked the nurse to give you the chart of your injured person.

“I can’t, Y/N. I don’t know what’s wrong with him. I’m only a bio-engineer. I’ve stabilized him for now, but it’s only temporary. Please, Y/N, he needs you. We need you.”

You looked around you. The commotion of the ER, the lives that needed to be saved. But without the Flash…there would be no lives to save.

“Fine, Caitlin, I’m heading to S.T.A.R. Labs now.”


You walked in the cortex to see Caitlin in the small room in front of screens with the Flash’s condition on them, Cisco and Iris at the computers, Joe in the middle pacing and Wally trying to calm him down. The man called H.R. was in the corner, twiddling with a stick. You’ve met him once at Jitters when you went to get coffee. Caitlin saw you and immediately looked relieved.

“Y/N! Thank God, please. I don’t know how much longer he has.”

Everyone looked at you, shocked and worried. You ignored the fact that the entire ‘gang’ was there as you walked up to the room on the left of the cortex. Caitlin was standing in front of the Flash, who was laying unconscious in the bed, suitless, with IV’s coming out of him. You didn’t even look at his face, just at his stats.

You saw how deep the injury went on his x-rays and went to go look at it on his body. That’s when you saw him.

“Barry?” Your entire body went cold. Barry. Joyful, bright, lively Barry was now pale and on the brink of death. Not only was the life of a hero in your hands, but it was the guy that you’ve loved for the past eight years.

“Y/N, I know this is a shock, but he needs your help. He should’ve recovered by now. He has fast healing powers,” Caitlin informed you. “But it’s not working. He’s declining, and quickly.”

You nodded, still in shock. Then you looked at Caitlin. “Wait, he has healing powers?” She nodded. You looked at Barry. “I have an idea. But I don’t know if it’ll work.”

“Please, Y/N,” Joe begged, “Don’t let him die.”

“I don’t plan on it. Okay, Caitlin, I’m going to need your help.”


You had somehow successfully stopped the bleeding in Barry’s abdomen to stop, and had gotten his body to heal quickly again. It was just a theory, but you thought that because of his adrenaline, Barry’s body didn’t realize that it was hurt so it didn’t use its regeneration powers to heal him. So, you had to hurt him again. That flicked a switch in Barry’s nerves and suddenly he had begun to heal in seconds with what would’ve taken weeks to fix.

You stitched up any major cuts that he wasn’t able to heal himself and started a blood transfusion as he had lost a lot of blood.

You walked out of the room, peeling your latex gloves off when everyone stood up and looked at you, waiting for news.

“He’s doing fine.” Everyone sighed with relief. Iris came to hug you. “You’re a lifesaver,” she whispered.

“I did what I had to do. He’s still sleeping, I gave him some meds that should keep him comfortable. That was a pretty deep gash and I suggest that you tell him not to be running around for a week or so, since he should be fully healed by then.”

“Wait,” Cisco said, “why not tell him yourself? I mean, you know the secret now.”

You looked back into the room where Barry, the Flash, laid peacefully. Then you looked at the room before you. Joe, Iris, Wally, Caitlin, Cisco, Harry…everyone was there. Everyone except you. You knew that you had just come back from medical school, and you didn’t think that you were that bothered by them keeping you out of the loop. But as it sank in you realized something. All of your childhood, you had always felt a little left out. With Iris and Barry, you felt left out. As if they knew something that you didn’t. At school you felt left out. Everywhere. And now, you felt like an outcast. Again.

“I…I don’t think I’m going to stay.”

“What? Why not?” Iris asked. “Y/N, you saved Barry. He’s going to want to thank you.”

“No, I don’t think so. I’m just going to leave. I did my part, and I think I’m just going to…leave.” You ran out quickly, trying to keep your tears in.

You had gotten to the elevator when Joe stopped you.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? You saved Barry!”

“I can’t do it, Joe. I feel the same as I did in high school and I can’t do it,” you stuttered.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you took a deep breath, “Everyone, Joe, everyone knew. Even Wally was there! I was the only who didn’t know that Barry was the Flash.” Joe tried to talk but you cut him off.

“All I ever was, was an outcast. I have felt left out so many times, and I thought that was over. I thought that I wouldn’t have to feel that way again, cause, you know, it was high school. But, I’m feeling it again, and I can’t. It’s Barry’s secret, Joe. I want to find out by Barry telling me, not because he needed my help.”

“I wanted to tell you, Y/N.” Joe pleaded.

“I know,” you whispered. “But Barry didn’t. And that’s what hurts the most.”

The elevator doors closed, leaving you alone. Then the tears started to flow.

It hurt to know that your best friend since you were in middle school didn’t trust you. It hurt to feel like you were less important than everyone else again. It hurt that the man you loved almost died today. It hurt that the man you loved trusted Iris more than he did you. And it hurt, it hurt so much, that you weren’t even surprised, yet you still held hope. You held hope that maybe, just maybe, Barry could love you back. But you were wrong and this just confirmed it for you. You bit your lip, and looked up at the ceiling of the elevator, trying to keep yourself together.

Moving back to Central City was a mistake.

Part Three

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Daniel Sharman’s Ice Bucket Challenge


a/n: not the best but i’ll get better :) btw gifs are mine

Sir, from A Series of Unfortunate Events, holds a cigar and looks at the Baudelaire children in a no-nonsense fashion. “In this economy,” he declares, “children are lucky to have a job at all.”

This show’s not even subtle in its references to how people treat Millennials and I love it.

Let It Snow (Cisco x Reader)

Requested by: anonymous “could you please do a cisco x reader with 123 and 120 from the prompt list? thank you ahead of time; your writing is wonderful!”

Prompt: 120 + 123: “Wanna kiss?” + “Seriously!?! The power’s out?”

Winter Prompts

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,065

Author’s Note: Just message me if you guys want to see some winter stories! I love writing these:) Sorry for the delay, some family is coming over so I literally spent the past day cleaning. Anyways, hope you enjoy this imagine!


“Yes! Yes, I won!” you cheered as the scores popped up on your screen in bright green letters. You glanced over at Cisco’s computer to see the same bright letters but in red with the words “LOSER” written on it. You gave him a well-deserved smirk of triumph as he glared at you.

“Another round!” he urged.

“Nope.” you held your hands up as if to say ‘I’m finished’. “No more, Cisco Ramon. You just have to admit that I’m better at Mario Cart than you are,” you said with the same smirk plastered on your face. He huffed before crossing his arms in frustration.

You smiled at him. It was the night before Christmas and you two were having a video game battle in S.T.A.R. Labs. Snow fell heavily outside the building. Everyone had gone home for the night but the both of you had no one to come home too. As depressing as it sounded, you were actually glad because then you could spend Christmas Eve with the guy that you had been subtly crushing on…even though you couldn’t stop thinking about him for even two seconds. It was a miracle that you won the game with him sitting right next to you.

You knew that liking someone that you worked with was just asking for disaster, but you held on hope because you thought, more than once, that he liked you back. Now, you weren’t being conceited or anything, but you really thought he liked you too. You were just too nervous to come out and tell him. Every time you did, you would think about what would happen if he didn’t and that stopped you from ever confessing your feelings for him.

You looked over at Cisco, who was pouting cutely. ‘Damn it,’ you thought. 

“Fine,” you sighed, but still smiling. “Rematch,” you said. 

“Yes!” he grunted, fist bumping the air. He cracked his knuckles and looked at you intently with a gleam in his eyes. “The Vibe is ready for his comeback.”

You laughed. “You did not just say that,” you dared.

He winked at you teasingly. “Yes, I did, babe.” 

Suddenly, a blush erupted from the base of your neck that spread its way up to the apples of your cheeks. You were about to say something when the lights flickered for a couple of seconds. You both stared at the ceiling, just waiting for it. A minute passed by without any signs of a blackout.

“Oh, good, I thought the snow would’ve taken out the po-” Cisco started. And he jinxed it. Right then, all of the lights in the lab shut off except for the one backup generator light that illuminated the Cortex in a dim red. 

“Seriously!?! The power’s out?” Cisco yelled irritated. 

“Look what you did, Cisco,” you started in mock anger. “You jinxed us.”

He started to laugh. “It’s the power of The Vibe,” he said with extra emphasis on his superhero name. You laughed alone with him. 

“Yeah, okay.” You paused to stop your laughing. “So now what?” you asked. “We can’t exactly leave in the middle of this heavy snowfall. And there’s no electricity to turn on the computers either.”

Cisco began to think deeply. “Hold on,” he said, holding a finger up, “Lemme think about something.”

As he was distracted about thinking of an idea, you were distracted with him. Even in the middle of a blackout, you couldn’t stop thinking about Cisco. He was the only person in the world that could make something like this, being stuck in a building on Christmas Eve, okay. More than okay. Enjoyable. 

He glanced over at you and you quickly looked away, hoping that he didn’t notice you making lovey-dovey looks at him in the dim lighting.

Cisco rolled over to you in his leather chair and leaned on elbow on his knee, looking at you with a serious face.

“Wanna kiss?” he asked.

A moment passed. Then, you began to laugh. You couldn’t keep it in. The nerves messed up your common sense and you couldn’t believe what you just heard. You laughed until you came to control it.

“You are one cheeky man, Cisco,” you said with a large smile. You could feel your face turning red. Did he really just ask you to kiss him? Now?

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he said with a soft smile. This made you stop laughing and your heart beating faster than it was before.

“What?” you whispered.

He took your hands in his. “I mean, Y/N, I have liked you for a long time. I just…” he looked off in the distance before making eye contact with you again. There was a determination there that you haven’t seen in a while compared to his usual joking manner. “I just really like you, Y/N. And I don’t know if it’s because of the snow or the Christmas feeling or your smile, but I really want to kiss you right now.” 

You took a deep breath in.

“So..can I kiss you?”

You instinctively licked your lips before smiling back up at him. 

“Yeah,” you said softly, your heart still going at a hundred miles per hour.

Before you knew it, you felt Cisco’s lips against yours. At first, you didn’t know what to do. You’ve only kissed two guys before and you didn’t nearly like them as much as you did Cisco. But then you let go and let your instincts take over. You pulled your hands out of Cisco’s to wrap your fingers in between his hair, his hands going to your waist. You kissed each other heatedly until you couldn’t breathe.

He bit your lip gently before pulling away, his breath fanning over your cheeks. 

You closed your eyes and laid your forehead against his.

“I like you too, Cisco,” you hummed happily. 

He pulled away to give you a large smile before kissing you again with more passion. 

The lights flickered back on, making you two pull away again. You saw that the snow had calmed down, falling gracefully now. He grabbed your hand.

“Let’s go celebrate Christmas together, Y/N,” Cisco proposed, still smiling.

You returned it, feeling a warmth inside of you grow larger.

“Okay,” you agreed. 

Together, with fingers interlocked, you walked out into the crisp, calm Christmas Eve night where you knew that this new year would be one to remember.


The End

Winter Prompts

from a writing standpoint i like that justice strauss is like, pretty much a very kind and friendly person, but she still puts her own acting dream above the welfare of the Baudelaire children? like she does this selfish thing and she ignores the warning signs that these kids are not in a good place, at all, because it is easier to do so, because it furthers what she wants to do so. and this is acknowledged by sunny, and she says goodbye to the Baudelaires on good terms, but it’s made very clear that she made a big mistake in her actions that led to the play. 

i really like it when characters have genuinely good and genuinely bad qualities, because that’s how people are. justice strauss doesn’t get an excuse for what she did, but nor does she immediately become an Evil person. she’s a person who was both caring in some ways to the Baudelaires and neglectful in others, the world isn’t split up into good people and death eaters, etc. we all are complicated people who do good and bad things throughout our lives, throughout the day. it’s disappointing how she acted and it should be, because we want to like her for her earlier moments of gentleness and friendship. But people are complicated, and really all we can do to make sense of this complexity is battle our own demons, try to help each other, and recognize when we have done wrong and can do better.

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A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Wide Window

They leaned up against one another appreciatively, and small smiles appeared on their damp and anxious faces. They had each other. I’m not sure that “The Baudelaires had each other” is the moral of this story, but to the three siblings it was enough. To have each other in the midst of their unfortunate lives felt like having a sailboat in the middle of a hurricane, and to the Baudelaire orphans this felt very fortunate indeed.