#bart allen request

Requested by @nilthanious​

Fandom: DC / Young Justice TV show 

Summary: Bart had never met anyone who glowed the way Gigi did. 

Pairing: Bart x OC 

Notes: Been craving some Gigi and Bart stuff 

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There are just some people in this world that seem to glow. 

Growing up in a literal apocalyptic wasteland Bart Allen hadn’t seen many positive people. Most broken by the hardships of the world around them. 

In fact, he had started to believe true happiness was just fake.  A way to lie, prove to others you could be trusted, you had something to sell.

That was until he met Gigi. 

So many moments her joy caught him off guard. Seemed so pure it blinded him to look at. 

“Wee woo weee woo coming through!!!” Faith’s voice echoed across the base as Gigi carried her on her back into the base. The red-haired girls left arm was twisted around her best friend’s leg as of acting as a cast. Both girls covered in some weird oil stuff. 

“What happened!??” Dick asked walking in as Gigi helped her best friend onto a stretcher. 

“A lot,” Faith said shaking her head small oil bits flying everywhere. Gigi couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Yeah, I sling-shot Faith from the rafters.”

“Which didn’t break my foot,”

“Yeah, that didn’t happen until the one guy started shooting that oil stuff out of his hands.”

“I slipped.” 

“It was the most graceful fall I have ever seen.” 

“Yep, I did a handstand and then my feet flew over me and I tried to catch myself and… you get the idea.” 

“I’m not sure I do but let’s get you fixed up.” Dick chuckled slowly rolling her away. Turning Faith waved at Gigi who waved back. Slow and dramadic, two best friends being separated by circumstances beyond their control. Who knew when they would ever see each other again, who knew what was in store for them.

Besides a cast and probably a late night of movies and ice cream that is. That, of course, was inevitable. 

“Hey, you guys ok?” Bart asked coming up behind Gigi as she stood alone in the large base’s “I heard things got kind of tricky.”

Gigi giggled turning to him giving him two thumbs up, that large smile that seemed to spread across her whole face, “yep, Faith and I can totally take on any baddies they throw at us. But thank you for asking, it’s super sweet of you to ask.” she said gently putting her hand on his arm. Genuine, that was what Bart always felt with her. She was so genuine with her emotions and feelings. Especially the positive ones. Mostly the positive ones. 

Looking back Bart wasn’t sure he had ever seen her upset. 

Did she even get up? 

“Oh, almost I almost forgot, we are doing a movie night with Jamie, Adi, Tim, and Conner.”

“Isn’t Conner out?” 

“Is he? I haven’t texted anyone yet, Faith and I just decided we were on our way back.” 

“Well count me in!” 

“YAY! I love hanging out with you and watching movies with everyone. I should make snacks, oh and I can’t forget to text them like last time. And Icecream, I hope they restocked the ice cream...” 

That energy, it was infections, it made Bart’s whole body buzz. It was almost like when he was running, the world seemed to fade around him and all he could focus on was the feeling. That feeling of being free, as if all the horrible things were just blurs on his peripheral. 

“Hey?”

Bart came crashing to a halt the world pulling him back with one word. Gigi was standing in the hallway toward the kitchens her back twisted so half of her was facing him. “Are you coming?” 

“Oh yeah... I didn’t. Yep!” 

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“Does it hurt?” Adi asked leaning forward gently poking Faith’s cast. The brunette let out a yelp making Adi jump back clutching her hand looking shocked and upset that she could have possibly caused her friend pain. 

Faith burst out laughing, “Sorry sorry no it doesn’t hurt, itches a little but that’s it.” 

“I brought markers so we can all sign it!” Gigi sang handing Adi an orange one and Jamie and blue one. 

“And Bart gets red and Faith gets yellow.”

“I’m going to sign my own cast?” 

“Of course!” Gigi giggled holding up her pink marker “Now my losers SIGN! SIGN!” 

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Glowing, that was what Gigi was. Glowing. So pure and bright sometimes Bart felt like he couldn’t even look at her. The pure joy and wonder that she seemed to exude from her very being.

Wonder, she seemed to have this way about her that made you see the amazement in everything around you. As if the most normal things could be magical. Like signing a cast.

Getting to help out on a mission with the leaguers. 

“One step closer to being like Willow.” 

“I’m pretty sure Willow isn’t part of the League.” 

“She should be leading the league.”

“FREAK!” 

Gigi froze as turning as a napkin hit her in the back of the head. Faith frowned glancing over at her friend as a stout looking woman pointed at Gigi. 

“What did you just say?” Faith asked, if Bart didn’t know any better he could have sworn he saw her hair hand up on end.

“Her, mutant!” the woman spat at Gigi, “We don't want your deceased kind’s help here! You could infect us all!” 

“That’s now how that…” 

Bart was cut off as the woman threw her drink at Gigi splashing her soda all over the red-haired girl. 

If Bart wasn’t a speedster he probably wouldn’t have caught it. Luckily for the woman (and probably Faith) he could. Yes, the small brunette was quick but he was quicker. Just as she lunged at the woman shouting some very unseemly comments Bart spun her around picking her up. 

“How dare you! BART! Let me go!” More curses and something about the woman dying alone unloved as Gigi gently touched Bart’s arm.

“Let’s just go ok?”

“Cook, not sure how long I can hold this one anyway,” Bart grunted as Faith squirmed in his grip trying to break free. 

Once they were away from the crowd and Faith had quieted down to a mumble (Bart was pretty sure he heard something about the bat computer and covering the woman’s house in shaving cream.) Bart turned to Gigi. 

Up to this point she had been oddly quiet. Something the bright red-haired girl rarely was. 

Quite. 

As if feeling his eyes on her she turned. Her smile was soft but no less bright. A warm glow that spread across her body reassuring him as if he was the one who had just been slandered against. 

“My sister once told me anger is just ignorance. They are really mad because they don’t understand.” letting out a small laugh she played with a strand of her hair her gaze falling on Faith who was texting someone on her phone. “So who cares what they think, the people who matter to me like me for who I am.” 

There it was, that beautiful glow. As bright of the sun itself. Shining around her as she smiled up at him. “You guys are the most important to me.” 

He was pretty sure his heart stopped right then and there. 

Or maybe it was at that moment that he had just seen inside her soul. How she was always so happy and full of life. How she glowed in a way that seemed to spread to those around her, how she seemed to be able to put anyone at ease. How she brought joy in the whole world around her.

It was because of them. 

“MAN! Fuck that B in the A! And also FUCK TIM! He said we couldn’t fill that ladies house with skunk urine. Something about using our powers for evil… more like pure good if you ask me. So much for the smartest boy or whatever.” Faith said turning around to look at them. In her rage, she had passed them by several feet and was now holding up her phone shaking it at them as if they could solve her problem for her. 

Gigi giggled leaking into Bart squealing his hand before skipping up to Faith throwing her arms around her best friend. 

“You know what sounds good to me? Ice Cream and video games.” 

And watching the two girls talk Bart realized something. Since he had met Gigi, he may have started glowing too.

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14. “Can you shut up for once in your life?”

15. “Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

17. “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

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Fandom: DC / Young Justice TV show

Pairing: Bart Allen x Reader

Notes: This one turned out longer than I anticipated. Guess I’m a little more chatty than I thought. Also, I didn’t add in the last one verbally. It just didn’t fit. If you want I can change that.

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He was always so happy. Always making jokes. It was as if Bart Allen didn’t have a care in the world.

To everyone else that is.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but whenever you talked ot him there was always this slightly bitter taste in your mouth. Always that salty scent of sadness. Always that tinge of a pitch as if on the verge of tears.

But what did you know? You hardly knew the kid really. Yeah, you both had gone on a few missions but honestly never talked much outside of this hero life.

Which maybe made the flight to your mission together so awkward.

Two weeks after Wally. It felt too soon if anyone had asked you. Which they didn’t. So you went along with the mission.

But who were you to judge the elder team members?

“I’m excited to work with you H/N” Impulse said running up and sitting next to you. His fingers tapping on his leg quickly as he looked around the plane. You nodded playing with a strand of your blue wig.

“Me too impulse, it’s always a lot of fun with you,” you said trying to show him some kindness. Anything to try and fight back that strange forced smile you always saw on his face. That pain that leaked through him like storm clouds ready to burst.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Help the bigger heroes evacuate a small village that was in the middle of a battlefield between the rotten government and rebels. They figured with Bart’s speed and your abilities to control the weather it would an easy mission.

The problem was they didn't’ see what you saw.

How broken Impulse really was.

Even you had underestimated his buried pain until you both were standing there in the middle of it. You pulling a low fog around the refugees helping hide them as Impulse ran back and forth into the small homes helping people out.

Everything seemed to be fine until it wasn’t.

“Where’s Bart?” you asked one of the military men who was helping the people board the planes.

“There was some meta out there, I don’t know some laser dude, he went after him.”

Shit.

Above you, the sky swirled in tense anticipation.

Something was wrong.

Quickly you ran toward where the shoulder pointed.

You found him standing there frozen in his tracks eyes side. A small man laying in front of him. Not breathing.

“Impulse?”

“I… there’s…” his skin was pale deathly pale. You looked up to see the meta the soldier had told you about holding a man by his throat red electricity sparking around him the ground from his energy.  

This wasn’t good.

“Hey, Mister!”

He turned to look at you as the sky above rumbled with your own anger. The frustration of the world around you. The injustices you had to confront every day. People like this guy spreading so much pain while those like Impulse and these villagers lay in his wake.

“Well hello, little g….”

He didn’t even get to answer as you launched yourself at him with the force of a tidal wave. Lighting flashing from the sky crashing into him.

Your body lighting up with the energy of the elements that flowed through you as you pounded him into the ground as the heavens themselves seemed to open up around you.

Moments later the meta lay on the ground knocked out, a Meta collar on his neck ready to be picked up.

Slowly you walked toward Bart kneeling down in front of him.

“Are you ok?” you asked. He shook his head as if waking up from a dream, blinking a few times his gaze focusing on you.

“Yeah, I’m totally crash. That was pretty amazing H/N I mean the way you…”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Huh?” for the first time in probably this whole life, Bart wasn’t sure what to say.

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.” you said helping him up, “Always bottling up those emotions just makes it worse.”

“I… I’m fine” the words sounded wrong, even to him. You studied him, watching it all coming up, bubbling to the service. The pressure building.

You gently took his hand in your own, “you’re not, and that’s ok.”  you said pulling him into a hug. Pulling him to you as if you could hold him together.

He hugged you back letting it all go, tears running down his cheeks like the soft rain that was gently falling across the now silent battlefield around you both.

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“This is too hard”

“we have literally been here for 2 minuets”

“WHAT!?!?” Faith let out a long groan as she laid sprawled out on the floor of the escape room.

Conner glanced down at Faith while Gigi laid out the colored coins they had found on a table while Bart and Jamie continued searching the room.

“Don’t you guys have a villain named the Riddler?”

“And?”

“So can’t you just pretend this is like that?”

“Yeah” Jamie added “what do you do when you fight him?”

“Let Tim do the boring stuff and then take out the goons”

“Sounds about right” Jamie said. Behind him there was a click and cheering as Gigi raised her hands and Bart fit pumped the air.

“We got more keys and a book” Bart said holding up the new clue. Faith turned to look at them, still on the floor.

“Who needs Tim” she said before flipping to her feet.

@the-shadow-of-atlantis “Stop it! It tickles!” What happens when gigi gets tickled 🤔

Fandom: DC/ Young Justice 

Pairing: Bart Allen x OC 

Notes: When I was first explaining this idea to @the-shadow-of-atlantis and @speedypan I called Bart phasing vibrating and yeah… I knew how it sounded but I couldn’t think of the other word xD

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“I can’t believe that doesn’t tickle,” Faith said as she ran a feather over her best friend Gigi’s arm. 

Where she had gotten the feather is uncertain. 

Gigi shrugged taking another bite of her ice cream as the feather traveled to her face for a few moments than down to her feet. “Is that not normal? It may have something to do with my powers?”

“I mean I don’t think it’s super uncommon for people to not be ticklish.” Faith shrugged, “I just haven't met anyone who wasn’t at least a little ticklish.”

“So it is uncommon.”

“We’re also talking about me… how many people do I really know?” 

“That’s true.”

“Hey! I’m your friend you aren’t supposed to agree with me” 

Gigi giggled thinking back to her anti-social friend who always seemed to hate everyone she met, “You only have friends because of me.”

“Also true. At least I’m ticklish.”

“Guess I’ll never know the magic of being tickled.”

“You’re not missing much, to be honest.” 

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“I got it!” Gigi said leaping over the railing of the second story bouncing slightly as she landed on the concrete. Who needs to bother with stairs when you can stretch your arm and just land. 

“Ok head back.” Beast Boy said 

Bart came up next to Gigi holding out his hand “Shall we?” 

Gigi took his hand giggling, “we shall” 

He picked her up and raced her toward the exit only to find the doors locked down. Bright flashing red lights and sirens now filling the room.

“So it looks like I’m going to have to phase out,” Gently he put his hand on the back of her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “Hold on.” 

After he got to the other side and started to slow he felt Gigi squirming in his arms laughing. Bart was so startled he almost dropped her. 

“Stop stoppp, that tickles” she squealed kicking her legs slightly but still clicking him around the neck trying to steady herself. 

Bart tried not to smile as he tried to put her down, he had always loved her laugh, it had this brightness to it that felt infectious. However, the young red-haired girl couldn’t seem to be able to stand because she was laughing so hard. So instead she just kept stumbling pulling him closer to her while she tried to find her footing pulling Bart down slightly with her. He had to hold her by her waist to keep them both from landing in a heap. 

“What did you do to her?” Ed asked as Cassie covered her mouth trying not to laugh as their teammate's plight. 

“Apparently she’s kind of ticklish.” 

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Requested by @speedypan

Fandom: DC / Young Justice

Pairing: Bart Allen x OC slight Will Harper x OC

Notes: This takes place around season 2ish.

I honestly really want to write more Gigi and Bart stuff (or just more Gigi stuff) So Thank you Kim for the request. I’m sorry if there isn’t enough Faith and Gigi.

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“They are scared” Antoinette’s voice flooded Gigi’s mind as the two small girls lay in their bed “I can hear their voices so loudly”

Gigi took her twin’s hand closing her eyes “It’s ok, they are our parents they will take care of us”

“I don’t think they can.” her sister’s voice had an edge to it. “The bad man is coming.”

“The bad man can’t get us, remember what daddy said.”

Antoinette shook her head moving closer to her sister the fear and dread she could hear her mother’s thoughts telling her otherwise. Even at her age of 4 she knew, she knew it was coming.

“It’s ok,” Her sister’s voice broke through Antoinette’s thoughts, “I’m here for you, we are a team remember.”

A promise made by two girls who were much too young to understand who they were or what was out there for them. Just two children barely babies who didn’t understand that sometimes promises can be broken by fate itself.

--12 years later --

“I’m telling you, it’s an army of penguins.”

“But if she saved Santa wouldn’t it be more like reindeer? Or I don’t know, something cooler like Dragons?”

“You don’t think Penguins are cool?” Gigi looked up at her best friend who was swinging her legs back and forth on the counter as she watched Gigi construct her classic ice cream concoction.

“I mean Gotham has this villain named the Penguin and he’s kind of a dork.”

“You say that about all the villains.”

“That’s because they are!”

Two types of chocolate syrup on top of three sugar cubes, and don’t forget the sprinkles (rainbow of course). Faith stole a bit of her friend’s ice cream with her finger, however the moment it touched her lips she made a face.  “Honestly, I don’t know how you can eat that.. It’s… kind of sweet.”

“I have a refined pallet.” Now to add some extra whip cream before topping it with cocoa pebbles cereal.

“Is that what we are calling it?”  

The sound of the alarms went off in base, an intruder. Both girls looked up at the flashing lights confused.

What was going on?

“Should we…” Faith’s voice trailed off as a yellow streak flashed by the kitchen only to come back for a moment the speedster slowing down enough so both girls could see him.

A bright red-haired boy stood there for a moment his head cocked to one side looking over the two girls who were sitting there just looking back. Well in Gigi’s case she was standing there, a large bowl of diabetes in her hand a spoon of said treat in her mouth.

A second later he was gone, Nightwing shouting something from the command room.

“Who the hell was that?” Faith asked, her friend shrugged taking another bite of her ice cream.

“Do we go find out?”

“I guess, I mean alarms are a bad thing, right?” Jumping off the counter Faith sighed running her fingers through her hair “I can’t keep up with the comings and goings of this place.”

-----5 years ago----

“They found your sister,” Jean’s said gently as she walked into Gigi’s room. It had been Three years since Gigi had lost her sister. She was still just a kid. A kid who’s world had been filled with villains and heroes. People who cared for her and made sure she was safe. They were her family, helping her find her sister. Helping her learn about her own powers.

“But Gigi,” Jean’s voice trailed off for a moment as if she wasn’t sure how to put what had happened into words. This was their lives the young teen thought as she looked down at the young girl before her. This unrealistic crazy life.

“Is she ok? Is Antoinette ok?”

“The bad guys, the people who took her. They were collecting mutants from all different times and, while it’s only been three years for us it’s been… nine for her.”

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Never in the red-haired girl’s life had she never imagined she would ever be part of this.

The big leagues.

Being a mutant meant there was a certain stigma attached to her, being born with a deformity, something that wasn’t right.

A mutation.

Yet here she was. Going on a mission with the sidekicks of some of the greatest heroes around, Superman, Flash, and Batman. And being led by the best of the best.

Willow.

She had saved Santa once. No other hero could top that.

“Willow, Angry Spice won’t let me sit next to him!”

“Stop calling me that!” Superboy snapped pushing Guardian Angel’s (known by Gigi as Faith her very bestest friend in the whole world) head gently as the girl bounced in her seat.

“And after I made you come on this mission and everything” Angel grumbled crossing her arms over her chest sticking out her tongue out.

“Yeah you should be grateful,” Blue Beetle said, “it took two missions before she even admitted I could stay.”

“She doesn’t have a choice who goes on these missions,” Superboy said glaring back at Angel.

“Yeah, you should be grateful you are part of the losers, it is really just Willow, Plastic-girl and I until sneaky sneaker and then BeeBee, we only took pity on you because you're always so angry.”

“Yeah” Gigi aka Plastic-girl twisted her head around in her seat exorcist style to look at Superboy, “Why are you always so angry? There are so many amazing things to be happy about. Like Vines.”

“Vines are amazing.” Impulse, aka sneaky sneaker, nodded in agreement. “Jamie spent all last night showing them to us.”

“Hey, I helped!” Angel said added.

“You spent the whole time throwing popcorn at Bart to see if he could catch them in his mouth.”  

“Which he did, my favorite was when I did a backflip off the bookcase.”

“Please tell me you got that on film,” Willow said

“Of course” Plastic-girl, said holding up her phone to show the greatest hero that ever lived. “I’m going to start our own vine account.”

“Too bad it no longer exists.”

“WHAT!?!” Both Plastic-girl and Impulse cried in pure shock and horror.

“WHY!?!”

“What villain did this?”

“It’s because he crashed the mode”

“Wait really?”

“Don’t say that to them Angel, they don’t know.”

“Impulse wouldn't do that, would you.”

“You think I would?” the look on Impulse’s face was so hurt that Plastic-girl instantly regretted saying it.

“No of course not! You are here to save us all not take away happiness and joy. In fact, you have brought extra happiness and joy since joining our team.”

“Wait I have?”

“Yeah I mean did you see all those videos we did, they are so cool.” Plastic-girl scooted close to Impulse to show him more of the videos she had taken from her best friend and the best hero (besides Willow of course) doing crazy stunts.

“I’m just hoping she could cram one more happiness and joy into that sentence” Guardian Angel snickered to Superboy

“Does all their freakouts end like that?” Superboy asked as the two redheads obliviously watched the videos laughing and sitting way too close to each other to be “just friends”.

“And people said Roy and I were bad” Willow muttered.

“You guys still are,” Angel said.

“I have no idea what you mean.”

------5 years ago-----

“Antoinette?”

Antoinette turned as her young sister walked into the room. Her twin. Now 6 years younger than her. It was as if they didn’t even know each other anymore. Gigi her sister she was some older girl, broken and a shadow of a memory.

For Antoinette Gigi hadn’t changed at all. She was the same as she remembered. So sweet and full of possibilities. In Gigi, Antionette saw what her life could have been.

If she was still Antionette.

“It’s Hope, I know you and mom are still getting used to calling me that but… I’m sorry” Hope turned “But Antoinette just holds a lot of pain for me, from the lab and… just everything.”

“I’m sorry” Gigi whispered crawling into bed next to her sister.

“It’s not your fault, it’s because we’re mutants. People are never going to know what to do with us. Kill us or use our powers.”

“Mommy says she wishes we were normal so we didn’t have to deal with those people.”

“Yeah…” Hope’s voice trailed off, “Sometimes I do too.”

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“Plastic-girl!” Guardian Angel’s voice could be heard in the distance as Plastic-girl struggled for air as the bad guy with the huge metal arm held her up by her neck. Normally she would be able to squeeze out of this but for some reason… she couldn’t.

Her team wasn’t far off but they were also struggling with the team of them who seemed to have some impressive tech. It was like they had known they were coming. How their tech had singled them out, dividing them and coming right for Plastic-girl.

“I’m going to have fun opening you up girl,” the large man said leaning forward so only she could hear “little mutant skum, seeing how you tick, how you got those powers.”

Her world was blacking out, spots forming around the sides of her eyes. As hard as she tried she couldn’t seem to fight it.

“Relax I’m here”

Her sister's voice echoed through her mind. How? Where?

The bad guy let out a scream of pain dropping Plastic-girl gasping on the ground clutching her neck where large bruises were forming.

“Hope?”

The dark red-haired woman walked slowly through the bad guys as they all fell to the ground. Her eyes glowing red as the man who had once been strangling her twin was now screaming in pain.

“Hope let him go.” Plastic-girl whispered horsley as her sister raised her hand, “He…”

“He was going to kill you, I’m just showing him what pain he has inflicted on mutants like us.”

“No Hope… we are the good guys”

The bad guy fell to his knees tears streaming down his face as he tried to claw at his brain as Hope pulled apart his mind from the inside.

“Please!” Plastic-girl cried her voice squeaky and in so much pain it felt like she had just pulled sandpaper out of her throat. They were better than this. If they treated the bad guys the way they were treated what was the point? They would only prove them right.

They were monsters.

From where she was standing Hope let out a small grunt hitting her neck only to realize someone had shot her with a tranquilizer dart.

Willow stood a few feet away holding up her bow next to her Plastic-girl recognized Cyclops and Nightcrawler.

Nightcrawler teleports behind Hope catching her as she slowly blacked out. Plastic-girl scrambled to her feet feeling two hands helping her.

“I got you,” Impluse said next to her, “Are you ok?”

“My sister…” Plastic-girl muttered tears filling her eyes threatening to fall. She wasn’t sure if it was the pain of seeing her sister like that. So angry. Filled with so much hate.

“She’s fine,” Cyclops said, “we have been looking into a gang that has been taking mutants kind of like the ones that took your sister and her friends. I knew we shouldn’t have brought her with us.”

“What do they want?” Willow asked coming up next to him

“We aren’t sure yet but it seems like maybe some kind of virus.”

“Can we help?” Angel asked glancing from Plastic-girl to her sister as she bit her lip. For a moment her eyes met Her best friend before the red-haired girl looked away.

“Not right now but thanks, this is a mutant issue.” Cyclops said “So I would appreciate if you guys maybe didn’t get the League involved they tend to make things more.. messy” he added.

“I’m not sure…”

“Yeah no problem,” Willow said cutting Superboy off shooting him a glare, “We all know what it’s like to deal with an internal issue.”

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A mutant issue, the words seemed to swim around Gigi as she sat in her bed her knees pulled up to her chest.

A mutant issue.

It was always the same. The Mutants and the Justice League.

The people who were born with a defect and those who had a defect happen to them.

No matter how much she tried to lie to herself it always felt like she didn’t belong to either of them.

Next to her Faith rubbed gentle circled around her back

“Do you think Conner will tell?” Gigi asked glancing up at her best friend.

“Maia would make him keep it quiet.”

“I just… she’s not bad you know, she just… had a lot of bad things happen to her.”

Faith shrugged, “Who am I to judge? I mean she did save your life. She seems ok to me”

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“Hey man, I was thinking maybe we could…”

“Bring Gigi’s favorite Ice cream?” Bart finished Jamie’s sentence holding up a large bowl of sweet ice things.

“What’s in that?”

“In order, two scoops of Coffee, two cookie dough and a scope of something different because you should always be open to change, three cubes of sugar then top with white and dark chocolate syrup. Add sprinkles then cover with whip cream for a surprise rainbow, add one normal gummy bear and one sour one,  more whip cream with cocoa pebbles so it looks like a night sky only the opposite. Then finish with two cherries dipped in strawberry syrup.”

Jamie stood there mouth hanging open “Wow Hermano you have it bad.”

Bart blinked, a blank look on his face, “What bad?”

Jamie shook his head chuckling “Tell you what, how about you go give Gigi her special ice cream and I’ll meet up with both of you later.”

“You sure? I mean we’re all a team…”

“Naw, you go ahead.”

“Crash.”

He was gone before Jamie could say another word.

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Both girls were laying on Gigi’s bed now talking about anything and everything. Faith was telling a silly story about the last time she was on patrol with her uncle and Tim Drake when she was interrupted by a knock.

“Yeah?”

“Hey is it cool if I come in?” Bart asked peeking in. Gigi nodded sitting up giving a small wave. Her eyes and nose still slightly red from crying. “I brought gifts!” Bart said holding out the bowl of ice cream.

“It has two cherries! And a sky full of black stars.”

“And a hidden rainbow and a yin and yang gummy bears”

“Wow,” Gigi said reaching out taking the bowl before taking a bite, “You’re amazing”

Bart chuckled rubbing the back of his head, “Thanks”

“I can’t believe you remembered her whole ice cream.”

“How couldn’t I? It’s totally crash”

“Have you actually tried it?”

“No”

“Probably for the best,” Faith said motioning to a free spot next to Gigi “join us.” Bart scrambled up onto the bed glancing over at Gigi as she dug into her ice cream.

“How are you feeling?”

“Ok, this helps.”

“I’m sorry about all the mutant stuff.”

“S’ok” Gigi mumbled, “Family can just be complicated sometimes.”

“That’s why you have us,” Faith said nudging her, “We are your family too. And no matter what we have your back.”

“Y… Yeah” Bart said, “We hate seeing you sad.”

Gigi smile holding out her bowl for Bart to take a spoonful. “Thank you,” she said with a wide smile. “You guys are really the best ever” Bart matched her smile as he took a large spoonful.

“Ok wow… that is REALLY sweet”

“Told you.” Faith snickered

“It’s prefect,” Gigi said moving her spoon around so a few colored sprinkled showed up, her hidden rainbow. Like her friends, they were always there, no matter what was around they were always there ready to make her days just a little more wonderful.

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anonymous: 137 with Bart Allen please! Thanks and love your writing btw!👌👍💜

“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

Fandom: DC/ Flash

Pairing: Bart Allen x Reader  

Notes: Slowing down because it’s only two months till the wedding

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“Mommy mommy”

Your little daughter held up a box of sugary cereal with large pleading eyes. You winced at the memory of the last time you had fed your speedster children that processed food.

“Maybe next time?”

“Oh man this one has the new marshmallows.” your son said reading the back, “Please mom?”

You were a sucker, it was a flaw you were working on. You sighed taking the box put it in the cart. Tomorrow, tomorrow you would say no.

“And some carrots to be healthy” your daughter sang adding in a bag. Your son grabbed the apples.

‘And fruits”

“And Ice Cream”

Bart said walking over unloading arms full of cones, ice cream sandwiches, cookies, syrup, and four cartons of ice cream.

Your children cheered as you frowned at your carton now overflowing with sugary snacks. The total chaos you knew that came with the sugar that now took over your basket. With metabolisms like your little Allens, it was hard to keep up without the added energy boosters.

You were only human after all.

“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

Bart laughed giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, “I love you and you deserve a fun Sunday making night.”

“Ok…” you smiled as your family cheered, “but you're on kid duty after” you added giving him a quick kiss back.

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@bartallenisbae  Hey can you write a Bart Allen x reader about the reader and Bart being happily married and about to expand their family (reader is pregnant) and at 8 months bart has to go on a short mission(since he is older he is the flash now) but it turns out longer than expected and when it turns into 9 months the reader goes into labor and Bart almost misses the birth of their twins

Parting: Bart Allen x Reader 

Notes: I’m TRYING to catch up on these request! 

“Bart come here quick!”

Bart dashed into the living room, fear written all over his face, honestly it would have been truly adorable if I hadn’t been so preoccupied with another matter. Hand laid flat across my stomach as if felt it again.

“WHAT!?! What’s wrong?” he cried looking around pure panic in his eyes. Maybe I shouldn’t have shouted so loud. Glancing up I bit my lip trying not to laugh, why was he so adorable? Then I felt it again. Letting out a giggle I reached out for his hand.

“Come here, they kicked again”

He was at my side in a second. His hand intertwined in mine ready for me to guide him. Which I did, slowly until I found the spot where one of the two of our children had kicked.

Then it happened again. This time a little harder. Bart’s amber eyes met mine with excitement and awe. It amazing how magical small things like a human life can be.

“They are going to be runners I can feel it,” he said kneeling down so he could look at my stomach. It had been hard for him these past few months. Working as the Flash had kept him away from the small moments like this. So I was glad he could get this time to really experience it. Even if it was a brief one.

“Maybe they miss you” I whispered before I could stop myself. He looked up, apologetically. It wasn’t his fault, not really. After all, it wasn’t like I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I married him. 

“I’m sorry” he mumbled, “Just one more and then I’ll be back for good.”

“I know, what you’re doing is important. Who am I to deprive the world of the Flash?” I said running my fingers through his hair. He sighed leaning into my touch.

“Only a week,” he said before taking my hand tenderly kissing it. “I promise”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t miss you.”

“I love you,” he said standing pulling me into his arms. “SOOOOO much” he added kissing my nose. His unshaven stubble tickling as he rubbed it against my face. Laughing I tried to pull away.

“I love you too but stoooopp!”

The week turned into two than a month. Each day I would wake up to an empty bed fear gripping my heart. Where was he?

Sometimes I would just lay there looking at his empty place. Dreams of the night before still fresh. Dreams where he was there with me. Laughing, so much laughing.

This house was so quiet.

It was one of these very mornings I woke to. Silent as if that empty void was laughing at me. In its way screaming a reminder that I may be alone forever.

Then I felt it. In many ways, I had been feeling it for a week now. Little pushes, little reminders that time was running out. That my two little kickers were getting ready to run on their own two feet.

Only this time it wasn’t just a reminder.

Good thing I had Wally on speed dial.

“Y/N it’s going to be ok!” Wally said holding your hand as they rushed you to the hospital.

“No, it’s not! I don’t want to do this without Bart!” I cried looking up at Wally who gave you a weak smile.

“He’ll be here” Wally promised, “I know he will”

I let out another grunt as I felt another contraction. He better, because time was running out.

Hours into labor and still no Bart. His children were coming yet he was still nowhere to be seen.

“You guys have to wait for daddy” I whispered as another wave of contractions hit. It was getting closer together, any time now they would be here.

“It’s time to push,” The doctor told me as he knelt down in front of me. Panic started to wash over me.

“I’m not ready… my husband.”

“I know,” The doctor said sympathetically, “But it’s not about him right now, it’s about you're two children.”

“Bart come here quick!” I screamed as I pushed with all my might. Pain shooting through my body. Screaming out to the void. As if he could hear me from wherever he was. As if my cries would summon him. 

I knew it was ridiculous but more ridiculous things had happened... 

“I’m here!”

Relief washed over my body as you saw his scruffy face. He looked horrible like he had been run over by a truck (or maybe he had run over the truck). But at that moment he had never looked more handsome.

“Where have you been!?!”

“It’s a long story but I’m here and I wouldn’t miss this for the world” he kissed my forehead, his stubble tickling me as I felt another contraction wave through my body. My doctor smiled nodding toward Bart.

“Good to have you, now,” he turned his attention to me, “Are you ready to deliver your children?”

“YES! Let’s get these little troublemakers out of me!”

Thanks @bartallenisbae I hope this holds up to your expectations :D 

Just a quick note since I am writing a story addressing underage sex (is this underage? Honestly not sure sorry).

Make sure if you are having sex it’s with someone you trust (especially if you are underage)

Always use protection, it only takes one time to get pregnant.

Just be safe lovelies, sex is a big deal and it makes babies. (Who are a blessing, but also a huge responsibility.)

On a fun note, I am reusing the same reader from this Story… because why not?

You hummed quietly as you poured the batter into your muffin tins. There was only a few more weeks of school and then you were done with Highschool forever. And yes, you SHOULD be freaking out but oddly, you weren’t.

About school anyway.

Because there was something more life changing happening inside you at the moment. 

Which was why you were baking. 

It was the best way to help calm you. Focus your mind. It may have had something to do with control, especially at the moment when you felt as if the whole world was spilling out of control. At some point of you freaking out in your bathroom you had suddenly felt a calm wash over you. An acceptance as you slowly walked from your family’s home to your cousin’s bakery.

So what if it was almost midnight?

Gently you brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen into your face. Focused on the job at hand. The one thing you could control at the moment.

“Hey, you texted.”

His voice broke through your concentration. Your eyes met a huge smile on the scruffy haired boy, his amber eyes glowing with that excitement that always seemed present. Your boyfriend of almost two years. The guy you had met in the dumpsters behind this very shop. At the moment looking at him, it felt like a lifetime ago. Who ever was that girl? It sure wasn’t the one standing here now with flour all over her apron and face.

“Yeah,” you said before placing the muffins, his favorite, in the oven. “Bart…” you paused going over the speech you had practiced a million times.

“I… I’m pregnant.”

Well, the speech was out of the window. It just came out. Too fast for you to stop and unable to think of anything else. As if your mind had gone blank and unable to think of anything else. All you could do is stand there looking at Bart.

Good thing he had a lot to say.

“What?  You’re pregnant? Isitmine? Howlong? i’msoexcitedwhatarewegoingtoo nameit?howareyoufeelingdo…”

You lost track of what he was saying after that, his words going so fast it was like a blur. You suddenly found yourself sitting on one of the booths in the dining part of the bakery with a glass of water in front of you. Bart was sitting across the booth from you leaning forward still talking. A stream of consciousness.

“Bart, I uhhh, I don’t know what you are saying.” Finally, your voice coming back to you.

“Oh, sorry,” Bart said sitting back his smile even wider as his eyes seemed to take you in, “I’m just really excited.”

Relief washed over you, “I’m nervous” you felt yourself say, all the concerns spilling out, “I’m still young. What about baking school? What about my dreams?”

“We’ll figure it out, together,” he said taking your hands, “I promise.”

So you thought he was talking fast when you told him. Now imagine that 4 times faster. As you stood (well he was standing you were sitting on the couch watching the scene unfold) in the Allen’s living room you almost felt dizzy watching as Bart, Wally, and Barry talked at lighting speed. To your human ears, it sounded almost like a melody. No words just pretty sound buzzing around you.

The announcement had been somewhat what you had expected. Calmness than an explosion of colors and sounds. The three speedsters running around talking, asking a million questions.

You had found yourself, once again, sitting with a blanket this time (thanks, Wally) and a cup of hot tea (thanks, Barry) before the two older speedsters pelted Bart with questions you couldn’t understand.

Part of you honestly didn’t want to know what they were asking.

“How are you feeling?” you turned to see Iris gently sit down next to you.

“Ok really, not much sickness or anything like that. The doctor said I’m pretty lucky which is good since I kind of has a lot of stuff on my mind.”

“I bet” Iris sighed, “Look, I know a few things about being pregnant with speedsters since I just had two of my own. I am here for you if you need anything.” she gently rubs your shoulder her eyes flickering to the blurs that were her husband, brother, and grandson.

“They really are something when they’re together aren't they.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, “they make me think of electronic music when they talk fast like this.” As scared as you were for the next few months and years after that you knew you were going to be ok.