Poor little you, thinking that your S/O would choose you over the world, when the moment came dread washed over you as you realized they seemed to be actually deciding whether to save you or not, but after a brief moment your eyes catch the softest smile adorning the corner of their mouths "Silly of you to think you were ever in real danger, my love" they coo sweetly in a tone that they only use with you, just like that whatever impression of an upper hand the threat had dissipated completely, you were the only one safe this entire time, your loved one made sure of that by manipulating everything and everyone.
No amount of galaxies slain and burned to cosmic ashes would make you feel as safe and loved as the fact that they risked everything just so you wouldn't even be a factor they'd need to consider saving. You were the only thing that mattered ever since the beginning.
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barry allen, harrison wells (eobard thawne), harry wells (earth-2), h.r. wells, ralph dibny, cisco ramon, wally west, julian albert, leonard snart, hunter zolomon (zoom), savitar (dark barry allen)
tags/warnings:
insecurity, fluff, angst, jealousy, comfort, possessiveness (zoom + savitar), canon-typical danger, soft reassurance, unhealthy dynamics in some cases (tagged just in case)
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Barry Allen
Overthinks everything. If you don’t text back right away, he’s staring at his phone like it holds the meaning of life.
Runs through every scenario in his head at lightning speed (literally) until he convinces himself you’re pulling away.
Starts overcompensating—bringing you coffee, flowers, small gifts—because he wants you to feel how much he loves you.
Constantly asks, “You’re okay, right? We’re good?” in the most casual tone ever… except it’s not casual at all.
Shows up at your place with that hopeful puppy look, trying to read your every micro-expression.
If you reassure him, he practically melts into you with relief, hugging you like he never wants to let go.
If you don’t notice, he spirals internally but stays quiet because he doesn’t want to seem clingy.
Barry’s biggest fear is losing someone he loves—so he’ll fight that insecurity with overwhelming sweetness.
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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne)
Hides it under a mask of confidence, but it eats at him like fire.
Gets possessive in subtle ways—touching your lower back in public, standing just a little too close to you when someone else talks to you.
Overanalyzes every interaction you have with others and then casually drops comments like, “That guy was staring a little too long.”
Tries to make himself indispensable—fixes things for you, uses his genius to “help” in ways that make you need him.
Talks and circles around the insecurity instead of admitting it—brings up hypotheticals like, “Funny how quickly people change when they find someone better.”
When it gets really bad, his darker side comes out—cold, sharp remarks that feel almost threatening, even if they’re not aimed at you.
If you reassure him? He softens immediately, pressing a kiss to your hand and muttering, “Good. I’d hate to lose you.”
If you don’t? That insecurity festers into obsession, and suddenly he’s planning ways to make sure you never leave.
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Harry Wells (Earth-2)
His insecurity looks like grumpiness. The snark levels skyrocket when he’s feeling unsure.
Makes passive-aggressive comments like, “Well, if you’ve got better things to do, don’t let me keep you.”
Gets irrationally irritated if you cancel plans, even if it’s for a good reason.
Will absolutely bury himself in work instead of talking about it, slamming keyboards like they offended him personally.
When you try to figure out what’s wrong, he snaps, “Nothing. Why would anything be wrong?”
Eventually, the truth slips out in a quiet, frustrated voice: “You deserve someone better, don’t you?”
If you reassure him, his whole demeanor softens—he’ll hug you so tight it feels like he’s anchoring himself.
If you ignore it, he withdraws completely, building walls you’ll have to break down brick by brick.
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H.R. Wells
Oh boy, H.R. is an open book when he’s insecure.
Overcompensates with so much energy—cracks jokes, buys you little trinkets, showers you with compliments.
Laughs extra loud at everything, even when it’s not funny, just to keep the vibe light.
Suddenly becomes the king of public displays of affection because he wants everyone (and you) to know you’re his.
If you’re busy, he spirals—starts leaving you long, rambling voice messages like, “Hey, just checking in! Totally cool if you’re busy! I’m cool! Everything’s cool!”
Will randomly blurt out stuff like, “You’re not… thinking about leaving me, right?” in the middle of a conversation about tacos.
If you reassure him, he lights up like a Christmas tree and hugs you until you can’t breathe.
If you don’t, he gets anxious and starts fishing for validation in painfully obvious ways.
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Ralph Dibny
Plays it off like a joke, but it kills him inside.
Makes sarcastic comments like, “Oh, so you’ve got a better offer tonight?” with a forced laugh.
Starts comparing himself to others out loud—“I mean, sure, I’m not some billionaire with abs carved out of marble, but hey, I’m bendy!”
When it gets really bad, he goes overboard trying to impress you—shows up in ridiculous outfits, makes grand gestures that don’t land.
Texts you way too many memes to keep you engaged, then panics when you don’t respond right away.
If you notice and reassure him, he softens, and the humor becomes more genuine.
If you don’t, he starts spiraling into self-deprecation that isn’t funny anymore.
Deep down, Ralph just wants to feel like he’s enough—he’s terrified you’ll wake up one day and realize he’s not.
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Cisco Ramon
Gets quiet, which is so unlike him that you notice immediately.
Starts second-guessing every joke, every word, like, “Was that too much? Did I annoy you?”
Obsesses over whether you laughed at his joke or just smiled politely.
Will absolutely stalk your social media to see if you’re liking anyone else’s posts.
Sends you random texts like, “Hey, just thinking about you!” every hour on the hour.
If you’re distracted or short with him, he spirals—“You’re pulling away, aren’t you? You’re done with me.”
When you finally ask what’s wrong, he tries to play it off: “Nothing! Totally fine! Why would I not be fine?!”
If you reassure him, he melts into your arms, whispering, “Don’t scare me like that again.”
If you don’t, Cisco starts hiding behind humor so hard it feels almost fake.
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Wally West
Wally’s insecurity doesn’t show immediately—he tries so hard to stay upbeat and chill.
When it creeps in, he gets extra competitive, like he needs to prove he’s “the guy you chose.”
Suddenly he’s taking on more missions, running faster, pushing his limits—because if he’s better, you’ll never leave.
Will check in on you constantly with sweet texts like, “You good?” but underneath it’s a plea for reassurance.
Gets really sensitive if you seem impressed by someone else’s abilities—he tries to laugh it off but it stings.
If you’re busy, he might sulk for a little while before showing up at your door with takeout as a peace offering.
When it gets bad, he blurts out, “I’m not… losing you, am I?” in a voice so small it breaks your heart.
Reassure him, and he beams like the sun, pulling you into the tightest hug.
Ignore it, and he’ll mask it with humor, but his speed training sessions start lasting hours longer than normal.
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Julian Albert
Insecurity hits Julian like a freight train because he’s already self-critical.
Gets withdrawn and overly formal with you, like he’s trying not to bother you.
Makes snide little comments about how you “deserve someone less… complicated.”
If you don’t immediately reassure him, he assumes the worst and starts emotionally pulling away.
Puts all his energy into work—staying late in the lab, barely answering your texts.
When you call him out, he finally snaps: “You think I don’t see the way you look at me? Like I’m broken?”
His voice cracks when he says, “You could do better.”
If you hold his face and tell him you’re not going anywhere, he softens like melting glass, whispering, “You really mean that?”
If you don’t? Julian goes cold—his walls slam up and good luck breaking them down again.
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Leonard Snart
Len hides his insecurity under layers of sarcasm and cool composure.
Cracks comments like, “Guess I’m not the hero type, huh?” when you talk about Team Flash.
Observes you like a hawk—he notices everything—but pretends not to care.
If another guy flirts with you, he doesn’t start a scene, but his jaw clenches so hard you can hear his teeth grind.
His insecurity makes him distant—he pulls back because he’d rather leave first than get left.
Drops subtle lines like, “People like me… we don’t get happy endings.”
If you catch him during one of those moments and tell him he’s wrong, he’ll study your face like he’s memorizing it.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and almost vulnerable, “you’ll make me believe you.”
If you don’t reassure him? He ghosts—not because he doesn’t love you, but because he does, too much.
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Hunter Zolomon (Zoom)
His insecurity turns dark fast.
At first, it’s subtle—he becomes quieter, more calculating when you don’t give him full attention.
Then comes the control—checking where you are, who you’re with, making sure nothing can take you away from him.
If you compliment someone else or seem distant, he’ll appear out of nowhere, voice cold as ice: “You’ve been distracted.”
Tells you things like, “You’re mine. That’s not up for debate.” Not romantic—territorial.
In his mind, your love is the only good thing in a world that betrayed him—so losing you is not an option.
If you reassure him, he calms, stroking your hair like a prized possession, whispering, “Good… you know where you belong.”
If you don’t? He becomes relentless—faster, meaner, willing to eliminate any “threat” to your relationship.
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Savitar (Dark Barry Allen)
His insecurity is pure obsession wrapped in god-like arrogance.
Says things like, “You’re mine across all time. There is no future where you leave me.”
If he senses doubt, he becomes almost desperate beneath the bravado, insisting you need him because no one else can understand you like he does.
Doesn’t just get jealous—he gets possessive on a cosmic level, threatening anyone who even looks at you too long.
Tries to trap you in his world of inevitability—“You can’t change fate. And I am your fate.”
If you reassure him, he softens, but in a terrifying way—kneels in front of you like a dark knight, murmuring, “Good. You’ll never doubt me again.”
If you don’t? He’ll break time itself to make sure you stay by his side—because to him, love isn’t a choice. It’s destiny.
Summary: Snow falling, S.T.A.R. Labs decked out in twinkling Christmas lights, gingerbread cookies, and holiday chaos courtesy of Cisco and the team. Amid the festive chaos, Y/N and Cisco get caught under the mistletoe for the most heart-fluttering, soft, sweet, giddy first kiss, complete with blushing, playful teasing, and a little Christmas magic.
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The snow was falling in soft sheets outside the glass walls of S.T.A.R Labs, catching the glow of the city lights. Inside, the place was unrecognizable, garlands strung between consoles, twinkling fairy lights draped over the Cortex monitors, and a giant Christmas tree (courtesy of Barry and Iris) stood proudly in the corner, covered in ornaments shaped like lightning bolts and tiny snowflakes. And, of course, there was Cisco Ramon, wearing a Santa hat tilted at an impossible angle, holding a plate of gingerbread cookies, and laughing at his own bad puns. So, yeah, basically the most adorable human being alive.
“Okay, but I’m telling you,” Cisco said, waving a cookie for emphasis. “Die Hard is a Christmas movie. You can’t change my mind.”
Across the room, Caitlin rolled her eyes. “You say that every year.”
“Because it’s true!”
I smiled from where I was helping Iris untangle a string of lights that looked like it had lost a fight with a tornado.
“I mean… he’s got a point. There’s snow, Christmas music, a company party-”
Cisco pointed at me triumphantly. “Thank you, Y/N! Finally, someone around here gets it!”
I felt my cheeks warm at his grin, that lopsided, bright smile that made my heart trip over itself every single time.
“Anytime.” I said, trying to sound casual.
Barry zipped past, replacing a fallen ornament on the tree before anyone could blink.
“He’s been trying to get someone to back him up on that argument since last December.” He said, smirking. “Congratulations, you’re now his favorite person.”
I tried not to look too pleased.
“Oh, great. Guess that means I’m stuck with his Christmas playlists forever, huh?”
Cisco’s grin widened. “You wish, Snowflake.”
My heart flipped. Snowflake. His nickname for me. It started months ago when I accidentally froze a beaker during a cold-matter experiment, and somehow it stuck. I pretended to hate it, but honestly? Every time he says it, I melt a little.
Hours later, the party was in full swing. Joe showed up with Cecile, Iris brought homemade eggnog, and even Ralph stopped by in a hideous sweater that played ‘Jingle Bells’ when he moved his arms.
Music filled the room, a mix of Mariah Carey, Wham!, and, naturally, ‘Run Rudolph Run’ (Barry’s pick). There was laughter everywhere, Caitlin trying to keep Ralph from spiking the punch, Cisco and Barry arguing over Secret Santa rules, and me… doing my best not to stare too obviously at the guy who had my whole heart. Caitlin caught me watching him once and smirked knowingly over her mug of cocoa.
“You’re not very subtle, you know.”
I nearly choked on my cookies. “I- what? No, I’m just- he was talking about… uh… the sound system.”
“Uh-huh, Sure. Just the sound system.” She said dryly.
“Caitlin-”
She grinned, cutting me off. “Relax, Y/N. Everyone knows, except Cisco.”
My stomach flipped. “Everyone?”
“Literally everyone.” Iris said from behind me, appearing out of nowhere like she’d been summoned by gossip.
“It’s kind of adorable, actually.”
“Oh my God!” I buried my face in my hands. “You guys are terrible.”
“We’re helpful.” Iris corrected. “And it’s Christmas. You know what that means?”
I looked up suspiciously. “What?”
She smiled, all mischief. “Holiday magic.”
That was the moment I should’ve realized I was in trouble.
It happened about half an hour later. The team was gathered in the Cortex, mugs of cocoa in hand, music still playing softly. Cisco was in the middle of telling a ridiculous story about the time he tried to build a ‘Christmas-themed cold gun’ for Snart.
“I wanted to call it Frosty the Blow Man.” He said, dead serious, when Iris suddenly clapped her hands.
“Alright, everyone!” She announced. “Group photo time!”
Barry groaned good-naturedly. “Do we have to?”
“Yes.” Iris said firmly. “Now, stand over there.”
We all shuffled into position near the doorway. I ended up next to Cisco, which wasn’t exactly unusual; somehow, I always found my way there. But as soon as we stopped moving, everyone went suspiciously quiet.
I glanced around. “Uh… why are you all staring at us like that?”
Barry cleared his throat, failing miserably at looking innocent.
Dangling from the ceiling, right above our heads, was a sprig of mistletoe.
“Oh no…” I breathed.
“Oh yes!” Ralph said, grinning like the Cheshite cat.
“Tradition’s tradition, lovebirds!”
Cisco blinked. “Wait, what? Oh, come on!”
“Rules are rules.” Caitlin said, trying and failing to hide her smile.
I could feel my face turning crimson. “Guys, this is- this is totally unnecessary-”
Cisco looked at me, then up at the mistletoe, then back at me. His expression softened, the corners of his mouth twitching like he was fighting a smile.
“Well,” He said quietly, his voice suddenly different- gentler. “Never let it be said that I disrespect tradition.”
Before I could even process that, he leaned in, not too fast, not too slow, and pressed his lips to mine. It was soft, sweet, and warm in a way that made every sound in the room fade into nothing. When he pulled back, his eyes were shining.
“I’ve, uh… wanted to do that for a long time.” He admitted, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. I blinked, still dizzy.
“Wait. You-you have?”
He laughed, a little shy but still so him.
“Yeah. Are you kidding? You’re amazing, Y/N. Smart, funny, you always bring snacks to long stakeouts, you’re basically the perfect woman.”
I gasped. “You mean you like me?”
Cisco grinned. “Wow, and she’s observant, too.”
That broke me. I started laughing, half from disbelief, half from pure, giddy joy.
“You’re serious?”
“Completly.”
“Me too!” I blurted out before I could stop myself. The team collectively groaned, half amusement, half secondhand embarrassment.
“Finally…” Caitlin muttered under her breath.
Cisco looked at me, still grinning, still impossible close. “So… since we’ve already got the awkward first kiss out of the way…”
I smirked. “Are you asking me out?”
“Depends,” He said, his tone playful. “Would you say yes?”
I tilted my head, pretending to think. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Well,” I teased. “Convince me.”
He leaned in again, his voice a low whisper. “Gladly.”
And this time, when our lips met, the room erupted in applause and laughter. Joe whistling, Barry shouting something about ‘finally!, and Iris snapping a photo. But honestly? None of it mattered. Because all I could feel was Cisco smiling against my lips, his hands brushing mine as the snow fell softly outside. And somewhere above us, the mistletoe swayed gently, mission accomplished.
Later that night, when the party had quieted down and most of the team had gone home, Cisco and I ended up on the couch together, still holding hands. He glanced over at me, the twinkle of Christmas lights reflected in his eyes.
“So, Snowflake,” He said softly. “Best Christmas ever?”
It was a just another day for Team Flash. One more meta-human captured and one step closer to a safe city. So when the alarm went off for a robbery, they all thought it was nothing more.
“He’s making a run for it Barry,” Cisco warned through the comms system. “You’ll catch him if you cut through the alley on 24th and Charles.”
Doing as Cisco said, he made his way on the street, skidding to a stop when he saw a panicked man rushing down the road. But Barry’s grin was quickly wiped off of his face when the robber was yanked off the street and into the air.
“Oh you robbers make it so easy,” a voice sighed.
Looking up, Barry’s eyes landed on you, hanging upside down so you were eye to eye with the cursing man.
“Who are you,” Barry shouted from his place on the ground.
You looked around the crook, smiling under the mask at the sight of the Flash. “No one of consequence.”
You suddenly flipped in the air, landing on a fire escape above the Flash and leaving the robber hanging. “But you can call me Ghost Spider.”
“Ghost Spider?” He couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the name, but before he could make another comment the sound of a gun firing stopped the both of them.
Barry was quick to rush to your side to stop the bullet, but you too moved fast—dodging the speeding weapon like it was nothing more than a football.
“Hey,” you shouted, turning to the man. “Didn’t anyone teach you fire safety?”
You flung a web out, snatching the firearm from the man, leaving both him and Barry shocked. “You could have killed me,” you pouted.
“W-w,” Barry stammered out, now more intrigued than ever. “What was that?!”
“Nothing of consequence,” you smirked.
“I swear to god,” the robber grumbled. “I’ll kill you both.”
“Blah blah blah,” you mocked, shooting another web to cover his mouth. “No one likes a blabber mouth.”
You turned back to Flash. “I’ll leave him to you. Catch you around Flash.”
Flinging a web at the nearest building, you swung away out of sight, leaving Barry watching you practically fly over Central City in awe.
“Did you see that,” he exclaimed to the very angry robber.
“So are they a meta-human,”Caitlyn asked once Barry returned to S.T.A.R. Labs.
“I think so. I mean they dodged a bullet that they didn’t even see get fired.”
“Wow,” Cisco mused. “And they shot spider-webs from their wrists?”
“Yeah, apparently it’s strong enough that they can hang from it and swing from buildings with it.”
“Woah…it’s a Spider-Man.”
“How do you even know if they’re a man,” Caitlyn questioned.
“Spider-Woman.”
“Actually,” Barry cut in. “Ghost Spider.”
“No,” Cisco exclaimed. “I name things, not you.”
Barry threw up his hands in mock defense. “I didn’t name them, they told me their name. Ghost Spider.”
Cisco frowned. “Hmm, it’s okay. I guess.” In truth he loved it, but he’d never admit it out loud.
That next time you made an appearance with the Flash, it was less than ideal. You had shown up right in time to meet the man in yellow.
To put it lightly, he didn’t appreciate you butting in on his meet with the Flash. You could hold your ground for only so long, but when he dragged you across the wall with his speed and threw you to the concrete ground, you looked worse than battered.
When Barry found you, you were knocked out, covered in blood, and mask in shreds, revealing your face.
His own instincts kicking in, he rushed you to S.T.A.R. Labs.
“Help me,” he panted after speeding into The Cortex with you in his arms.
It was action first and questions later as Caitlyn and Cisco rushed you to their makeshift hospital bed.
Hours later, your condition was finally stabilized, leaving the three to talk in the room over.
“They had 4 broken ribs, major fractures in their skull and will have extreme scarring all over their face.” She shook her head in disbelief. “There was no way they could have come back from that but…they did.”
“I guess that answers our meta-human question,” Cisco whispered.
“Do you know exactly how they were able to survive that, much less stabilize so quickly?”
Caitlyn shook her head. “No. I could run tests, but I wouldn’t want to do that while they’re in such a fragile condition and without them knowing.”
“Extreme cell regeneration.”
Everyone whipped around in shock to see you leaning on the door way; the only sign of damage on you being the discoloration from your scars and the tired expression in your eyes.
“Woah,” Cisco exclaimed. “You should not be up much less even awake.
“I promise you, I’m fine. You can check if you’d like.”
Caitlyn gave Cisco and Barry a glance, begging for them to back her up, but sighed when she saw it was fruitless.
“Okay.”
Not too long after the group found themselves looking over your X-rays and brain scans.
“How?”
“Extreme cell regeneration.”
“But on this level,” Cisco asked in amazement, coming in close and touching your cheek, examining your face. “It’s nearly impossible.”
Heat spread up your neck, burning your cheeks and ears as you felt how close he was.
“Shoot sorry, got too excited,” he laughed off, embarrassment settling in on him.
“It’s okay,” you laughed before clearing your throat. “It started a few months ago when your particle accelerator blew up. You see, I’m a biochemist for Mercury Labs and I was studying spiders and their healing capabilities—did you know the silk in a spider could repair human ligaments or—or that sea spiders can regrow entire body parts instead of just limbs.”
“Umm…no,” Barry chuckled lightly.
“Right sorry, besides the point,” you coughed. “I was at the lab late that night, looking over my work and when the incident happened, everything kind of exploded all over me. I woke up feeling normal at first, but everything felt dialed up to 20. I could hear see, and feel everything, a million times better than before. I was stronger, all of my injuries would heal overnight or even in hours. I stuck to walls and I had what I call a 6th sense. It helps me sense danger before it’s there.”
“Like a spidey sense,” Cisco whispered in amazement.
“Yeah,” you smiled, your stomach doing weird flips. “Like a spidey sense.”
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You'd heard him sing before but always as a joke. He'd never actually seriously sung in front of you. You didn't even know he could.
You had shown up to STAR labs early one morning to hear the voice of an angel. You didn't figure anyone would be here this early. You walked around to try and find the source of the sound.
Then you saw the computer light from Cisco's office. You peered in to see Cisco sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers on the desk, singing one of your favourite songs.
You stood there watching for a couple of minutes before sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I didn’t know you were a singer." You whisper to him.
“I’m not. I just sing sometimes. I’m nowhere near as good as Barry. He’s really good." He blushes.
“Well I think you’re amazing.” You say, kissing your boyfriend.
“And I think you’re beautiful/handsome.” He replies.
cisco ramon x gn!energy superpowers!reader that gets severely injured in a fight? they end up fine !!
This has been in my inbox forever because I couldn't find the inspiration to write yet I didn't want to turn the request down. I deeply apologize anon but I just can't seem to form this into a fic for you. I'll tag it in case someone else would like to write it!
imagine a heavy smutty lemon fanfic of him saying this to the reader (in first person) and him joking about “fucking you to death, and drowning you in overwhelming pleasure until the sweet release of death suffocates you, locking you to his soul, and claiming you and your soul to be his and only his forever” someone please write this for me since I’m not an author, I just need to live my hyperromantic and hypersexual fantasies of my true love in my head 🛐
