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Hi there! Sorry this has taken so darn long! I donāt plan on opening requests at all, actually. But this is a great time to explain.
Iāve actually made another blog @thegildedquill where I will be posting any imagines in the future. This is for multiple fandoms as Iāve slowly, over the years, written for a few different fandoms, and wanted somewhere I could post any and all fandoms, and write for more fandoms in the future too!
Iāve reblogged all the reader inserts Iāve posted over various blogs onto that blog too! I hope this works well for everyone, as this will be where any dctv fics go in future!
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Hi there! Sorry this has taken so darn long! I donāt plan on opening requests at all, actually. But this is a great time to explain.
Iāve actually made another blog @thegildedquill where I will be posting any imagines in the future. This is for multiple fandoms as Iāve slowly, over the years, written for a few different fandoms, and wanted somewhere I could post any and all fandoms, and write for more fandoms in the future too!
Iāve reblogged all the reader inserts Iāve posted over various blogs onto that blog too! I hope this works well for everyone, as this will be where any dctv fics go in future!
āCome on, babe,ā the man continued, this time sliding his right hand onto your hip, his left holding you close to him. āNo one wants to be alone on Valentineās Day. How ābout we spend a little time together?ā
āI wouldnāt do that if I were you, mate,ā that familiar voice that had been irritating you so thoroughly earlier in the day spoke with such swagger that it had you rolling your eyes, despite the anxious nerves that had been eating away at you only moments ago.
Your eyes met for the slightest of moments, but it was enough for John to see your utter discomfort, enough for you to see that fury of flames of anger brew within his as he forced his way between the two of you, pushing the man back from you.
āLet me guess,ā the man scoffed with more confidence than he ought to have if he had the slightest awareness of who he was talking to. āYouāre going to start telling me to back off your woman, huh? Please, she clearly doesnāt belong to you, so you can stop your little white night sav-ā
āOh, donāt think I wouldnāt like to,ā John interrupted in a dangerously low tone as he sauntered towards the man who had subconsciously stepped back. With his hands in his pockets, his coat draped out from behind him like some kind of cape, emphasising his every movement as he drew nearer to the man who was doing his best to appear unphased by the manās sudden appearance.
āI would like nothing more, right now, than to tell you of all the wonderful things going through my head, how I could send you to hell to spend a little time with others like yourself, how I could remove your mouth with just a few words and leave you unable to say another word, oh, the list is endless, you can trust me on that,ā he paused, his brows raised but his expression deadly serious, drawing the slightest gulp from the man who refused to leave. āBut I also happen to know dear Y/N here wouldnāt like that, at least, not before sheās had her own turn.ā
And with a slick grin, John took a step back to stand closer to you, no longer in front of you in that protective stance he had instantly taken the moment he had noticed your discomfort, but by your side, encouraging you with his sheer presence. Ā A wave of courage, one you had wished had been there moments earlier so you could have simply shoved the man off you when he had first begun to annoy you, swept over you and you couldnāt help but wonder if there was some kind of mystical explanation for it, or whether it was just something that came with being in the presence of a certain English man.
āHeās right, babe,ā you practically scoffed the term of endearment, standing up a little straighter as you found your words werenāt half as shaky as you had feared they might be. āFirst off, I donāt belong to anyone, so you can get that outdated notion out of your head right now, thank you. And even if I did, it would certainly never be with some creep like you who clearly doesnāt know the meaning of personal space or consent. I mean, seriously, what on earth made you think Iād like to have you draped around me like some hideous coat? Learn to read the room. I. Am. Not. Interested.ā
And without a single glance at either man, but with the firm knowledge that John would follow you back to the Waverider, you turned to leave, ready to be free of the bar you had hoped would be your escape from the loved up couples that seemed to surround you. But you barely got four steps away before chaos reigned around you. It seemed that the not so lovely gentleman, who you realised had never managed to actually give his name, had not taken so lightly to being spoken to that way, especially from a woman. It was a cheap shot, an attack on two people with their backs turned, but while you were fully focused on leaving, it seemed John was not as naive as to think that your words would simply be the end of it.
With a quick sidestep, he managed to pull you out of the way of the oafās oncoming attack just in time. You were still trying to figure out what had caused you to suddenly be spun off to the side when a full-on brawl sprung out around you. You had always thought John to be something of a scrappy fighter in your imagination, not having been paired with him in anything that ended up in a fight before. But as he dodged the creepās punches, it seemed he wasnāt as inept as you had presumed.
A dodge here, a punch there, it seemed he was in for an easy win, at least, he might have been had he not glanced back at you in a mixture of concern and arrogance, making sure you were alright and needing to know you were watching. There was no time to warn him before the brutās fist had landed a hit to Johnās jaw that had him flying into a nearby table.
The sudden uproar drowned out the sound of wood and glass smashing upon impact and before you knew what was happening, the entire bar had turned into a fight scene the likes of which you knew Mick craved to be involved in. But you couldnāt focus on that now.
Bending down to check on your so-called saviour, you found a far too cheerful grin on his lips as you helped turn him over. Clearly, he wasnāt as hurt as you had feared if he was enjoying himself this much. With a roll of your eyes and a harmless slap to his chest, you helped him up, a lecture already brewing in your mind for the recklessness he had shown yet again. But as he stood up with a wince and a subtle roll of his shoulder, it seemed maybe he wasnāt quite as unaffected as he had attempted to appear.
You kept your heads low as you left out the side door, leaving the patrons to the fight that they were now far too happily taking part in. As you left the sounds of glass smashing and drunks yelling behind you, you caught Johnās eye in a silent agreement not to tell your captain just what had gone down on your 'quiet Valentineās night outā.
āSorry 'bout that, love,ā John sighed with a tone of true remorse, one you had never heard from his lips before, as you left for the long dark walk back, your night clearly at an end. He was being quiet, his shoulders slumped forward uncharacteristically.
āOh, I donāt know,ā you couldnāt help but draw out your words, placing a hand against his coat under the guise of flattening out some imaginary crinkles, any excuse to be close. āI wouldnāt mind having you whispering all the things youād like to do to me in such a deliciously dark tone.ā
Everyone was at home, or at least, thatās what you assumed. It was late into the night, the lab clouded in darkness with that far too familiar glow of LED lights keeping you company as you made your way down to the breach room, filled with excitement.
It wasnāt easy keeping things a secret in team flash, but with a rather lesser crew, since Barry had gone into the speed force, it was at least easier to sneak about. Of course, the fact that you were sneaking about and not simply telling your teammates, and friends, the truth had caused its own level of anxious guilt to take over you from time to time, but now was not the time for regret. He was almost here, and you were practically jumping with excitement.
You hadnāt bothered to dump your stuff in the cortex, making straight for the breach room where you could get to him as quickly as possible. It had almost become second nature by now, sneaking him back onto Earth-Two in the dead of the night so you could both spend some time together without the team or his daughter getting suspicious, and while, at first, it had been thrilling, you couldnāt help but wonder if this was how it would always be. Would you always be a secret he kept from the only person he truly loved? Would you always be hiding the fact that amongst all the pain and heartache the team had endured over the years, you had found someone you truly cared about? How long would it even last?
It was so easy to get lost in those thoughts, to lose yourself to what-ifs and thoughts of a future without him by your side.
But a bright explosion of light before you never ceased to bring a smile to your lips as you eagerly awaited his arrival. Blinding blues and whites seemed to take over the entire room, and your chest seemed too small to contain your beating heart. But just before he was visible, something you did not expect happened.
āBreach!ā A far too familiar voice called from behind you, panic-ridden and clearly attempting to gain the attention of others. Ā Your beaming smile was stolen from you with that single word, and you didnāt have to look around to see who had joined you. Cisco clearly had not left for the night.
A protective hand grabbed you, pulling you behind him as he readied the pulse gun in a manner you might have considered ironic were you not suddenly filled with fear of what might happen.
āCisco, no!ā you called out, attempting to grasp at the gun in an attempt to keep him from firing.
But it wasnāt your pull that caught his attention, but rather your very presence. With a quizzical gaze, Cisco seemed to finally take you in, dressed in a form-fitting dress that was far from your usual day attire, with hair and makeup done to perfection, he seemed lost to not only your appearance but the fact you were even there.
āY/N?ā he paused. If his tone hadnāt given away his confusion, his furrowed brows and the slight tilt of his head certainly did.
But you didnāt get a chance to answer or explain, the lights behind him were shining all the brighter and you knew you were done for.
A resounding footstep drew the scientistās attention from you as he half raised the rifle once more before stopping in shock. This was your chance, your small reprieve where you could explain why Harry was there, why you were dressed as you were, to make up some wonderful lie that might stop him from instantly spreading rumours amongst the rest of the team. But as you took in the sight of the man stepping out into your world, all words were far from your mind.
He was in black, that much was a norm, but what was not was the perfectly tailored suit, the crisp shirt that seemed to accentuate the sharp lines of his features, and if that hadnāt been enough, the bouquet of roses he held in his hand had certainly stolen your words away.
āHappy V-ā he stopped suddenly, his sights narrowing in on Cisco. To the untrained eye, he may have seemed furious, and while you were certain that there was some level of fury within him at Ciscoās being there, you could tell there were far more emotions at play. The slight glance between you and Cisco, the fear and insecurity in his gaze, the way he chewed ever so slightly on his bottom lip and moved his weight from foot to foot gave him away. But he was never one to show his fears or anxieties, not when he could shelter them away with a well-practised mask of anger.
āRamon,ā he cleared his throat, attempting, and rather failing, at hiding the flowers from view. āI didnāt expect you to be here.ā
āWell, what did you- Oh ho ho!ā Cisco cheered as realisation dawned upon him. Taking a few steps until he was right in the middle of the two of you, he turned from one to another as if watching a thrilling game of tennis, his grin growing with every movement. āOh, now it all makes sense! Youāre here to see Y/N! Oh man, I canāt wait to tell Iris and Wally this, they are going to flip!ā
Your eyes widened almost comically as you finally caught Harryās gaze, a mirror of your own fear. Panic pushed you both forwards, Harry easily gliding towards Cisco as you attempted to do the same, only to get your heel caught in one of the completely unnecessary tactile indicators that lined the floor. With an undignified yelp, you stumbled forwards, only to be caught by those familiar hands grasping your forearms to help right you.
āYou alright?ā Harry asked, with a level of concern few had ever been privy to. With a reassuring smile and nod, you huffed out a breath as you fixed yourself. But the moment was short-lived as Ciscoās laughter filled the air once more.
āOh, this is going to be amazing!ā Cisco clapped his hands in front of him, the pulse rifle hanging uselessly once more as he practically sauntered away from you, already halfway to the door. āHarry and Y/N secretly dating, Harry turning up with flowers on Valentineās Day, a dramatic swoon before he catches her in a daring show of romance⦠Oh yeah, this is going to be fun!ā
You were half ready to throw your shoes off and chase after him when his distant singing reached your ears. āY/N and Harry sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-ā
āOh yeah, Iām going to kill him,ā Harry sighed, drawing your attention away from your own murderous thoughts towards the man who still held onto you. But his gaze was not on you, nor on the doorway your so-called friend had just left through, but rather the somewhat demolished bouquet of flowers that littered the floor behind him.
āYou brought flowers?ā it was hardly the most pressing thought you had had in the past few moments, and yet, for some unknown reason, it was the only thought your brain could provide.
A heavy sigh fell from the scientistās lips as he finally let go of you to pick up the fallen mess of flowers, half of which were mere stems as the petals had given way on their less than gracious fall to earth. With a particularly dejected frown taking over his features, Harry looked over the once pristine roses with utter disapproval. āI know Valentineās Day is important on this Earth, I thought flowers would be nice.ā
A soft smile graced your lips as you made your way towards him, pushing away the occasional petal on your way. āTheyāre still nice, just messy, I can do messy.ā
A huff of laughter was all his reply as he handed you the disgraced bouquet with a somewhat sheepish smile. āSo much for a perfect Valentineās Day, huh?ā
Humming gently in response, you gave him a smile of your own, one that you wished held the confidence you needed to encourage him. āWell, once we kill Cisco, or torture him into silence, we can get back to a perfect Valentineās Day, what do you say?ā
But there was no response. No words came from the usually verbose scientist. As the silence raged on, you grew uneasy, until you couldnāt help but meet his searching gaze. You had expected laughter, or at the very least that it would pull him out of his mind enough that you might find Cisco before he told everyone of your secret relationship. What you had not expected to see was a look of wonderment, as if Harry was trying to figure out a complex equation in your gaze.
A heavy blush was heating your cheeks and you desperately wanted to look away, but that was the thing about those gorgeous blue eyes, they were magnetic. Once he caught your gaze there was no power on heaven or earth that could pull you away. After a long moment, you couldnāt stand it any longer, you had to know what he was thinking that had him so very lost before you. āHarry?ā his name came out quieter than you had intended, almost shyly, but it seemed to be enough to break him from his thoughts.
With a dry swallow, he took a moment, his gaze never leaving yours. āWhat if we didnāt?ā
An anxious array of thoughts flooded your mind at those words; fearful thoughts of this being the end, of him deciding he had had enough of you, that the risk wasnāt worth the reward, that at the very least, your date night had been truly ruined before it could even begin.
āDidnāt what?ā you asked with a dry throat, terrified to know the answer, but curious beyond anything else.
āWhat if we didnāt stop him? What if we just left? Just went on our way, had dinner, enjoyed Valentineās Day and let him tell the others?ā he spoke so quickly you werenāt certain you had heard him right. Were it not for the way his chest had puffed out subconsciously in a defensive manner, ready to fight for his opinion, you may have easily thought you had misheard him.
āYou want them to know?ā you asked in a small voice, insecurity and uncertainty plaguing your mind as you desperately tried to figure out what he meant.
āDo you?ā he threw the question back at you almost instantly.
Of course you wanted them to know, you didnāt want to keep sneaking into the lab to meet with him in secret in the middle of the night, or breaching over to his earth only when Jesse wouldnāt notice, but that didnāt mean he wanted the same. You had been keeping quiet for so long now, and it had been for him, hadnāt it? Had he really thought this through? Was it even possible he truly wanted the secret to be out?
But then, if there was one thing you knew for certain, one thing anyone who had ever so much as come across him could tell, it was that Harrison Wells never did anything without thinking it through almost obsessively. If he was suggesting this, he meant it with full sincerity.
A beaming smile took over you once more, and you couldnāt help but duck your head in embarrassment as you felt it pull at your features. But for the second time that evening, words wouldnāt come to you. You were, quite literally, speechless.
You had to answer, had to give him some kind of clue as to what you were thinking, after all, Harrison Wells could handle a lot of things, but not knowing something was not one of them. So you did the only thing you could think of. Pushing yourself forward onto the toes of your precarious high heels, you pressed your lips against his in a gentle kiss.
I think i forgot to answer back to you from my question haha. I'm all for Valentine's requests! Especially Floyd Lawton ones! Just Arrow's Floyd Lawton in General since there's more Suicide Squad imagines of him than Arrow. There needs to be more for him in my opinion š
I will try and refresh my memory on him, but no promises because I am busy as heck lol. But I definitely agree we need more arrowverse!Floyd out there!
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A/N:Ā My gosh, itās a miracle, I wrote a short as heck fic again!Ā
āHow can you do this? Youāre, what, betraying us for her?ā the sound of outrage should have invoked regret in your mind, should have spoken to that part of you that had fought alongside your once teammates for years now, but you couldnāt bring yourself to care. Perhaps you had been doing this in the shadows for too long now, enraptured by the fact that everything was finally out in the open, that you were finally free to be who you were, to fight alongside your new team openly. An uncertain smirk played on your lips, teasing them into a look that would make the most villainous of individuals proud, and, judging by the laughter that came from behind you, it had.
āWhat can I say?ā Damien started in that cocky manner he had mastered so easily, causing his daughter to roll her eyes before he had even finished. āWe Darhkās are rather enticing, arenāt we dear?ā
But Nora didnāt answer, simply wrapping her arm around your own in a silent show of support. It wasnāt that you necessarily agreed with their plan, and you certainly didnāt like the fact you were practically giving yourselves to a demon, but the moment you had seen Nora you had fallen for her, and you had only been able to fight your feelings for so long. She was something special, something otherworldly, and she was just as in awe of you as you were of her.
āY/N!ā Sara tried once more, desperately trying to break through to that common sense you had crammed down deep inside of you. āYou know this isnāt right, youāre part of the team!ā
āOh, theyāre part of the team alright,ā Damien smirked once more, his hand clasping down on your shoulder in an approving manner as he glanced between you and Nora proudly. āJust not your team, not anymore anyway.ā
A heavy growl came from the other side of the warehouse, and you could see Mick was getting sick of the melodrama that was happening before him. As if determined to prove you right, he raised his flame thrower, and chaos reigned, if only for a few short seconds. Weapons were raised, half of the Legends were trying to convince him to lower his weapon and, in a somewhat surprising act of protection, both Nora and Damien had stepped in front of you with raised hands, ready to use whatever magic they had at their disposal to keep you safe.
Your gaze met your former captainās for what couldnāt have been half a second, but it was enough for you to both come to a silent agreement; this was not the time. As the blonde took to calming her teammates, you put a reassuring hand on each of the Darhkās shoulders, whispering words of assurance that you were safe, that there was a better time to bring the fight to the Legends, and this was not it. But they did not lower their stance until, with more force than perhaps necessary, Sara finally managed to pry the heat gun from Roryās grip.
āSo, youāve made your decision?ā Sara called over, a dejected acceptance filling her features with a heavy frown as she looked to you and you alone, ignoring the carnage that could have occurred.
āI pick Nora, Iām always going to pick Nora,ā you spoke with a decisiveness that shocked you. You had felt so much anguish for so very long about this very decision, but now, faced with the consequences of your betrayal, it seemed so very simple. She was everything you wanted and so much more, and you were like a moth to her flame.
Ok Iām so puzzled by this. Iām finallyĀ writing again, I have a few fics drafted, Iāve posted a few times lately... and Iām losing more and more followers? Iāve lost like 8 in a day? Am I doing something bad I donāt realise? Do you guys notĀ want more to read????? Iām so lost here?????
Hi! I just wondered if you write for Arrow's Floyd Lawton/ Deadshot and if not would you consider It? Also are requests open now that you are wanting to do Valentine's day requests?
I havenāt written for him before, but I would definitely consider it! Itās been a long while since Iāve watched Arrow, so Iāll try and do a bit of a rewatch to see what I can do.Ā
As for Valentineās day, Iām not accepting requests, per se, but I am interested in seeing what characters people might be interested in. Itās been so long since Iāve written reader inserts, let alone for Arrowverse that I need to just dip my toes back in before I can consider requests.Ā
I hope itās ok that I posted this, I just thought others might like to know about requests too!
My goodness, I might actually have a chance of having some fics for yāall for Valentineās Day! Or I might just have the one at this rate, but hey, I GOT ONE DONE! AND AFTER SO LONG OF NOT DOING THIS, THAT IS A FREAKING MIRACLE!
If anyone has any suggestions of characters they want me to do for Valentineās Day reader inserts, let me know! So far we have one drafted for Harry Wells! Edit: and one for Nora! Iām actually getting some done omg
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Hi Iwant to let you know the link to the Dc;LoT imagine the team locking you and jax jefferson in. its link is broken. (btw I found your blog and I love it, its awesome) take care
Thank you for letting me know! Itās fixed now! And Iām glad you like it, you are very sweet š
Can I get a Rip fic with Michael Carter in it (Booster Gold or Rip himself, idc, idk maybe even a reference would be splendid. I totally give you creative liberty on this one. I want everything and anything lol) I saw you referenced that in your ouija board fic and I'm obsessed with that trope
Sorry lovely, this blog is on indefinite hiatus and requests are closed. I am very very behind on these fandoms so I donāt even know who Booster Gold is lol. Hope youāre having a lovely day!
One Hundred and Three Followers in One Month and Three Days
So many people and so quickly!! As a big thank you for your support, Iāve decided to do some drabbles to celebrate! Each of these will be reader inserts (character x reader) and will be between 150 and 400 words long, and must come from the prompt list thatās under the cut. Iāll be working on these alongside my current to do list. Thank you all so so much for following me and I hope you enjoy!
Details & Rules:
You donāt have to be following me, but it would be appreciated if you were
One request per person
No anon requests. If youāre not comfortable with your username being shared with me posting your ask you can send your request as an IM or addĀ āplease donāt postā to the end of your message
Requests mustĀ come from the prompt list below
Please send a prompt and a character you would like to see it for
Each prompt is only available once and will be crossed out once taken
Hey there! Iāve made a new blog for imagines and fandom posts! Iāve made this because damn I am sick of making a new blog every time I want to write for a new fandom, and also I need somewhere I can actually promote other writers and reblog there work; which are things I couldnāt do on my other main blog which is a resource blog.Ā
If youād like to, follow me there for actual posts, as opposed to whatever is happening here, which atm I have no idea what that is.Ā
If you are a writer and youād like to be affiliates, send me an ask there!
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Hi ! I love you Malcolm Merlyn x Reader fics, could you tag me in them please ? Also do you have a link to your masterlist please ? The links in your bio doesn't work...
Hey there, so Iām not really active here anymore, so I donāt know if thereās going to be anything to tag you in. If youāre on mobile the links donāt tend to work, I donāt know why that is, itās a tumblr thing. You can try using the search feature at the top (on mobile) and start typing in a characters name, it should then suggest the characters tag, if you click that youāll get everything with that character in it.
Hey! I haven't seen you on my dash in a while. Are you still running this blog or just the other one? ā¤
Hey love! So I am considering (emphasis on considering) coming back to this blog at some point. Having said that, I havenāt seen any of the last seasons, or finished the seasons prior for some of the shows, so I wouldnāt count on it. If I do come back it would be a super super irregular thing as well, so I donāt know how often Iād post. As for the other blog, Iām having the same issue there too. If you want to contact me the best way is at my main blog @ohnopoe