This classroom is freezing, too cold to be tolerable. Even with the heat of summer blazing outside, the chilled airflow of the schools air conditioner sends a rhythmic shiver through my body. The low temperature making me pull the long sleeves of my school uniform blazer over my hands, crossing my arms to try and insulate the small amount of heat my body is producing.
This is the last class of the day. The teacher drones on about Calculus, I really should be paying attention, exams are getting close. But as I look around the classroom, most of the other students aren't focusing either. Some are stealthily using their phones while the teacher has his back turned, others are either looking out the windows or drawing on the edges of their notebooks.
I watch the hands on the clock, ticking closer and closer to the end of the day. Sure, I still had to help clean up after the bell, but knowing I'm one step closer to leaving, makes my leg bounce impatiently. I'd never been the most enthusiastic about school but I tried my best to do well academically, studying hard and getting decent grades. My mind wanders to how I might spend my afternoon, I know a few of my friends are going to the arcade later, celebrating the last day of the week and the start of the weekend appropriately. Maybe I'll just head home, fit in some studying and enjoy my weekend when it's actually here.
Suddenly, my thoughts are on something else, someone else. The enigma that is Binzo, a man I'd met a few months back by complete coincidence. Our first run in was oddly wholesome.
I had been walking back home from school one day, Spring being in full swing, cherry blossoms in bloom and falling from the trees in a pink cascade. A ginger cat was lounging on a short ledge that separates the riverside walkway and the park, I took a short break and kneeled down to start petting it. The soft sound of rustling leaves, flowing water and the content purrs of the cat were tranquil.
An out of place yell and the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps comes from my left, my hand pauses its petting to turn towards the commotion that is getting uncomfortably close. Before I can even catch a glimpse of what's going on, something heavy collides with my body and I'm toppled onto my butt. The cat meows loudly before making it's escape into the park. I let out a hiss at the pain that shoots up my spine and stings my hands. As open my eyes to look at the scene around me, all I see is a beaten man lying to my left, much more injured than he should be from tripping over me. I always knew that gangs were incredibly common between the all boys schools around Toaru City, but up until now, I'd never encountered any trouble. He holds his head and groans in pain before looking towards me, we exchange worried and confused looks.
Another set of footsteps approach quickly, a figure emerging from around the corner of the walkway. Suddenly, I feel like I've fallen into something I shouldn't have. The man who looks between the two of us on the floor, pauses for a moment like he's trying to figure out how this even happened. The man next to me takes this opportunity to scramble to his feet, sprinting off towards a main road. I turn my head to watch him leave before sighing and brushing my hands off, small red scrapes covering my palms.
My gaze returns to the other man as I move to stand up straight, brushing off my knees and uniform. He lets out an annoyed groan yet it doesn't seem to be directed at me. I look to where the cat had once been, feeling a pang of disappointment at it's absence.
"Shouldn't you go after him?" I speak up first, gaining his attention as he turns to look at me. I really shouldn't have said anything, he seems pretty dangerous, especially after seeing the other guys condition.
I take in his appearance for a moment, his unruly, poofy hair, the way he slouches slightly and his uniform seemingly the same as most other high school students yet tweaked in some aspects. His hands twitch by his sides and his knuckles are bruised and bloodied.
"What's the point? He's learned his lesson" His voice comes out in a slight rasp, seemingly still catching his breath after the chase.
A silence falls over us, we just stand there... staring at each other, I'm honestly waiting for him to move on so that I can as well. I mean, he's standing between me and my way home. I try not to stare but it's hard when his gaze is so intense. As he takes a few steps towards me I take a few backwards, unsure of what he wants.
"I'm not trying to hurt you" He says bluntly. "Your hand is bleeding" He adds gently, almost like he's trying to reassure me.
I turn my hand over, noticing the red that seeps out of the scrapes on my palm and gathers on my skin. I furrow my brows at the sight, I hadn't thought I'd damaged it that badly. In the few seconds I'd looked away from him, he'd closed the distance between us and is only two feet away when I look back up, causing me to take a step back involuntarily. His arm is outstretched and in between his fingers is a band aid. He offers a small, reassuring smile as he urges me to take it from him.
After I had thanked him, returned the smile and applied the band aid, he wandered off without another word, disappearing around the corner he had come from and leaving me to question the interaction on the rest of my walk. He was definitely odd but in an endearing way.
The second encounter I had with him was a few months later at the vending machines outside of a corner store. I'd recognized him from his unmistakable, wild hair and began to approach him. Although I'd been cautious of him in our first meeting, I felt more reassured as I proceeded towards him. Not only because this was a more public setting, but because of how he had acted towards me previously, he didn't seem as threatening. His drink had gotten stuck and he was getting frustrated by the fact it wasn't falling no matter what he did, shaking the machine and mumbling under his breath.
As I stopped to ask if he needed help, he seemed to remember me, recognizing my school uniform. I spent the next half an hour helping him get his drink out, laughing as we both collectively shook the machine until it fell down. He'd thanked me and made some small talk before I had to leave once again.
After that, we seemed to run into each other more often, perhaps we'd always crossed paths and just never recognized each other as more than just another face in the crowd. We grew closer with every encounter, he began walking me home if we happened to be going the same way, which slowly seemed to be every day. We gained each others social medias, started hanging out without excuse and became close friends quickly. He'd grown protective of me, keeping me away from any gang activity and always making sure I was in good health, mentally and physically. There was no mistaking the way he made my heart leap in my chest and though I'd tried to suppress my feelings, it was hard not to fall for him and his unique self.
I'm brought out of my deep state of thought at the familiar and relieving sound of the end of day bell. I scramble to pack away my things, my peers doing the same. I slip my textbooks and stationary into my bag, placing it back on my desks hook as I stand and push in my chair. My classmates are already grabbing cleaning supplies as I make my way to start my duties as well.
The hinges of the supply closet squeak loudly in strain as I push it shut, double checking I had locked it properly. Letting out a tired sigh, I adjust my book bag over my shoulder, it's weight pushing down on me. The chatter of others surround me as I join a crowd of leaving students, their conversations all mix together, the noise making my head ache. I slowly drift further away, hanging back in a leisurely pace, hoping to put some distance between me and them.
As I reach the entrance of the school, I give a few small goodbyes to my passing friends and acquaintances as I change my shoes, tucking them into my cubby in routine. Straightening from my bent position, I let out a short groan before adjusting my book bag over my shoulder again as it began to slip.
I rub my eyes with a knuckle as I step out into the small front area of the school, being met with the orange and pink sky and something more unexpected. By the front gate, stood a neat looking Binzo. His hair still unruly and his usual jacket keeping his upper body warm, but under it is a white, ironed button up, the collar sticking out over the top. As my eyes trail down slightly, I notice his pants aren't stained with dirt or dust like they usually are.
I start in his direction with a smile gracing my lips, he seems to mirror my expression. Though we always ran into each other on my walk home, this was different, this was more obviously deliberate. He'd showed up and waited for me to come out, something he had never done before. As I draw closer, I push down the rapid beating of my heart. The glances from other students don't seem to phase him as much as he seems to disturb them. Though now at a closer proximity I take note of how his jacket bulges oddly on one side, but Binzo being Binzo, it wasn't unusual for him to do unusual things, so I try to will myself not to question it.
"Binzo!" I stop in front of him, "What brings you all the way here? Began to miss me already?" My voice deepens and pitches with my slight teasing. His smile beams like usual, he was always so genuine. He'd always thought there was no real point in doing anything half assed, to live life at a hundred percent all the time.
The way he looks down at his feet then back up to me, his grin somehow widening, makes me raise an eyebrow at his behavior. It's only then that I notice the way his cheeks are tinted pink. Was he... blushing? There was absolutely no way, it must be the heat. Today has been beyond hot and he walked all the way over here so that must be it, I tried to rationalize with myself, not wanting to get my hopes up.
"Thought I'd save you the trouble of meeting me half way" His voice comes out enthusiastically, his crazed joy shining through, or was it just joy? I can't quite tell.
"You do know we'd still be walking the same distance, right?" I note with a sly smirk that forms a small, breathy laugh on the tip of my lips.
"Of course I do! I just... wanted to walk with you today" He stiffens as he responds, almost like he's embarrassed. "Besides, it's dangerous for girls to walk alone at this time of day"
"You never had a problem with it before" I retort, watching as he removes his hands from his pockets with that scrunched expression he always got when he wasn't winning an arguement.
"I've had a problem with it! Just..." He stops mid sentence like he'd forgotten what he was going to say, reaching out to take ahold of my wrist before gently tugging me away from the gate of the school, beginning the route to my house. "I don't have to explain myself to you!" He concludes in a small huff.
I can't deny the way my skin prickles from the contact he's made with my wrist, even after he removes his hand and shoves it back into his pocket. I softly jog to close the small gap and match his pace, which is as leisurely as usual. I can't seem to shake the feeling in my chest, the one that tells me to pour my heart out whenever I'm around him. A comfortable silence settles over us, though it's odd when Binzo isn't talking, he always seems to ramble when he's with his friends.
As the school disappears behind us, he stops. It's sudden enough for me to take another few steps before coming to a stop as well, turning back to face him with furrowed brows. He's just staring at me, which in any other circumstance wouldn't be uncommon, but with how silent he's become and how he looks at me with an indifferent expression. It leaves me a bit puzzled and slightly worried.
"Earth to Binzo, are you okay?" I question, leaning forward in a tilt, trying to decipher whether he's randomly zoned out or if he's finally having an internal crisis about his existence. I hope for the latter but as his eyes follow me, it's probably something else. I can practically see the cogs turning in his head as he continues to stare.
"Okay, you're starting to frea-"
"Please, go out with me!"
His words come out rushed, desperate and his hands grip the bottom of his jacket, almost like he's trying to calm his nerves. His face is contorted in something between seriousness and passion. I'm so taken aback by his sudden interruption that I almost stumble backwards, my eyes growing wide as his words register in my mind. I sort of stand there, frozen, unsure if I'd heard him correctly. My heartbeat is in my ears as I try to settle it back into my chest. All I can manage is a shy half smile, my gaze not leaving his.
"You... want me to go out with you?" I try and wipe away my shocked expression as I ask him. My thoughts going a mile a minute, what if I'd heard him wrong? What if he was being cruel and only joking?
"Y... es?" His responds which sounds more like a question than an answer. He almost seems to deflate right in front of my eyes, his short spurt of confidence slipping away, no matter how hard he tried to grip into it.
My face grows hot as a blush rises to my cheeks, the confirmation of his confession has my head spinning. After my initial shock fades and I realize he's just stood there, looking at me in hope and self inflicted insecurity, I grin widely at him. I can practically see the way his body becomes less tense and I take a small step towards him.
"Well, if you're so sure" I tease a little. My expression softens and I straighten my posture to show I'm more assured in my answer. "Then, I'd love to go out with you"
"Really?!"
My laugh is genuine at his reaction, like the verbal confirmation was the last thing he expected to hear. Maybe he thought I'd reject him, I guess I had been pretty subtle about my feelings, never really showing direct interest in him romantically. But I also don't think I'd hid it very well either, although Binzo was known to be pretty oblivious to most things.
"Yes, of course!" My voice rings out in joy as he cycles through a list of emotions before settling on a grin as wide as anything. To my surprise his cheeks are also a shade of pink that I'd never seen him sport before, a color deeper than earlier. It reminds me of how genuine he's always been, how it was silly of me to assume he'd be so heartless to make a joke out of this.
"Oh, wait!" He quickly says, he seems to remember something he meant to before now.
Pulling the right side of his jacket open, it reveals a teddy bear. It's eyes are a beady black, matching the small bow toe that decorates its neck. He's carefully as he pulls it out, holding it out to me with a wide smile.
"I almost forgot to give this to you" His voice is warm, happy.
"Oh my God" I say slowly, taking the bear into my hands and looking at it lovingly. "It's so cute!"
"Mercy said that, when you confess to someone, you never go empty handed." He stops for a moment, admiring the way I'm gently pulling on the teddy bears ears, having quickly become distracted by the stuffed animal. "I didn't really know what he meant, but he said that flowers are good. But they die, I didn't want to get you something that could die."
"It's perfect" I say softly, holding the bear under one arm as I turn my head to look back up at him. My grin softens slightly, "Thank you"
"You don't need to thank me" He clears his throat as he speaks, clearly still trying to rid himself of what's left of his anxiety. He felt more calm now. Having a weight lifted off his shoulders after the confession, something he'd also been keeping in for a while now.
"We should get going before it gets too late" I raise my arm and hold out my hand to him, giving him an expectant look.
He immediately reaches out to place his hand in mine, both of us turning to continue our walk. His palm is warm against mine and despite the heat of the day, I can't bring myself to mind. Not when this is what I'd thought was only fantasy for months now. Our steps are in sync and the comfortable silence returns, it's never spoken but it all falls into place. I feel the plush of the teddy bear under my arm and how our shoulders brush against each other's every so often. Binzo keeps his stare on the environment around us before speaking a few soft words.
A/n: This was requested! I'm unsure if they wanted their name out there, so I've decided not to add it. Thank you to them though, they were an absolutely sweetheart! This is essentially like the scene where the school girl shows up at the school except it's Yukio's girlfriend. I'm changing it so he doesn't kill Ota and is free and happy and nothing bad ever happened.
Yukio x Fem!Reader
LOVELY TO SIT BETWEEN COMFORT AND CHAOS
This was routine, something that happened everyday like clockwork. Sneak away from school at lunch, make the ten minute walk to Asahi All Boys High School and wait by the gate. It was simple enough and especially easy when the promise of seeing my boyfriend was involved. Well he was the only reason I started this habit.
I come to a stop in front of the school's gate, taking in the familiar sight of an empty front area and the barren, slightly graffitied building. I run my hands over my uniform, smoothing out any small creases. My gaze is fixated on the building, waiting patiently for Yukio to emerge. A breeze brushes past me, the fresh leaves on the branches of the trees rustle in movement. Despite it being spring, the air still carries the remaining chill of winter. It reminds me of him.
As many times as he had told me it wasn't entirely safe for me to show up here, he never stopped me and always came out to the front gate around the same time I was expected to arrive. Even if he won't openly admit it, I think he enjoys seeing me during the day and not just in the morning and afternoon, when he walks me to and from school. Recently, he has been sneaking me into the classroom he'd claimed. Spending the small time we have together in there, him practicing his most recent melody on his guitar and just talking about each other's day or what we might do after school. When I'd brought up that it was probably more dangerous for me to be inside of the school, he simply shrugged and said he wouldn't let anything happen to me.
It'd been about a year since we started dating, he'd always been a quieter, yet passionate person. He always tried his best to make me feel valued, especially after he had bluntly told me he was in love with me four months into our relationship. Which I, of course, reciprocated. I'd kept everything he'd ever gotten for me and loved them like it was a small piece of himself, even drying the bouquets of flowers he got me occasionally, displaying them on my bedroom wall above my desk. For our six month anniversary, he had written me a song and played it for me while we enjoyed the sunset on the beach. It was the most romantic thing I'd ever experienced, knowing how much effort he put into our relationship only made me fall harder for him.
I'm drawn back to reality by another gust of cold air and I turn my head towards the school once again, taking note of a few students on the roof waving at me, I give a friendly wave back, immediately recognizing the seven figures. I'd met Yukio's band of friends many times before, the first being when he had brushed them off to come meet me at the gate and they followed him out. Now every time I come by at lunch, they appear up on the roof of the school, giving an acknowledging wave and a few teasing yells to their friend.
Finally as I look back towards the entrance of the school, I see Yukio. His signature spiked hair and glasses are so familiar to me now, even after seeing him without either before. It's so natural the way a small smile rises to my lips as he mirrors my expression. He comes to a stop in front of me, bringing his hand out to grasp mine softly.
"Hi sunshine, were you waiting long?" He asks with a bob of his head as he talks. Using his free hand to pushes up his glasses that began to tilt down slightly, fixing his gaze on mine.
"No, only a few minutes" I respond, a shake of my head following, my skin warming against his touch. I can smell the scent of a cigarette on him as I inhale a short breath, it mixes with the smell of the pine that seems to linger on him from the soap he uses.
"A few minutes too long, it's not safe for you to be out here alone" His voice is as soft as ever yet it holds the protectiveness that seems to cling to him. I let a small smirk cross my lips as he looks down at me in seriousness.
"You say that every time and yet you complain when I'm not here by the time you come out" I remove my hand from his, crossing my arms over my chest as I shoot him a playful look.
Yukio looks down at where our hands were once joined, his palm still lingering in the air. His gaze is then on me, expression as if I'd just spat in his face. I narrows my eyes at him, trying to read his facial features. He looks between my crossed arms and his hand for a few seconds and before I can respond, he crosses his arms over his chest as well, mirroring my stance.
"What? You got a problem" My voice is light as I joke, unfolding my arms as he shakes his head in a stiff jerk. His face seems as neutral as usual but I can see the small, suppressed smile that curls at the corner of his lips.
"No, not at all" He stops for barely a second, looking out at the street defiantly. "My girlfriend just doesn't love me anymore is all" He says as calm as can be while my jaw drops, my mouth agape as I stare at him. And although he refuses to look at me, the restraint of his forced ignorance is visible in the way he sways in his spot.
"You can be so dramatic sometimes" I respond with a giggle, his behavior more than amusing right now. I step towards him to get in his line of sight but he begins to slowly turn away once again. I persist as we carousel around each other, him turning around as I follow and try to meet his gaze, going one way then the other.
"Hey!" I laugh out in surprise, stopping in my tracks as he turns directly to me and places his hand on my forehead. A smile breaks from his lips and I can't help but enjoy it, there was always something so surreal about seeing him grin so widely, like I was in a dream. It was rare for him to break his apathetic and closed off exterior, but it was always show stopping when it happened. He'd never failed to charm me by just being himself, not that I think he'd ever take credit for it.
He's lets his hand slide down to my cheek, his palm warm against my skin once again. His expression softens and he looks at me like I'm the only thing that exists to him and maybe I'm starting to believe I am. His thumb strokes over my cheek once, before he removes his hand completely, placing it into his pocket as he offers his elbow to me. I circle his arm with a smile, remembering we still have our routine to complete. Go to the corner store, get something to eat and enjoy it together before we have to go back to our respective areas.
"And I do love you, thank you very much" My voice comes out in a small huff as we begin our walk. He keeps his steps in time with mine, taking care to not go too fast. "I promise" I add softly, sincerely.
His only reaction was the small smile that rises to his lips again, the tilt of his head downwards to hide it and the way he brings his arm closer to himself, drawing me closer into his side. I smile as well, a mutual understanding that we know, know that it's true and that it's what seemed to overwhelm both of us everyday. I lean my head on his shoulder, our walk continuing as the world around us passes.
Part two to Dating Barry without knowing his real identity.
Warning:kissing, and cursing.
Barry has been complentating ever since that day you saw him as the flash. He wanted to tell you but he knew he couldn't, but he knew one way or another that you will eventually do so.
He was trying so hard to avoid you as the flash, but the thought of you getting in danger scares him to the bone so he's always looking after you.
As much as careful you were, he knew goons would still find a way to harass you, he was always scared of all the possibilities. So much so, that it would interrupt his missions. He couldn't lose you, not now, not ever. He planned that tonight, after your shift at work, he'll tell you his identity.
After a long and tiring day your shift had finally ended, with nothing else to do anymore you closed the shop that you've been working at. As you exit the shop, you can't shake off the feeling of someone following you, you try to look over your shoulder to see if anyone was there, but to no avail you couldn't see anyone in the dark.
You started walking faster in hopes of shaking that feeling off, luckily for you, you were getting nearer to where you live and you felt relieve wash over you as soon as you saw the house you had lived in.
When you finally got to your door, you hurriedly opened the door so you could finally take a rest inside, and eat too, since you are hungry.
You close the door, finally that feeling is gone. You were pretty traumatized from the last encounter you had with bad people, you started being paranoid after that. So you started to be more careful.
I was relieved my girl got home safely, I had followed her all the way home. I was scared that if she was all alone, it would happen again. All over again, those thoughts would keep me up at night as I wanted my girl to be safe.
Those thoughts flashed into my head as I was walking home, I couldn't wait to see her, my pretty girl. I can't wait to tell her about my secret, I know I could trust her.
I finally got home, I took my shoes off and hung my bag to where we would put our bags at. As soon as she heard the door, I heard the stomps of her foot, she was running.
"BARRY! oh you're home, thank God, I missed you so much" She said as she greets me with a tight hug. Her head resting on the crook of my neck, I could feel her warm breath fanning over my neck.
"How was your day baby?" She said putting her arms around my neck, should I tell her now? Yes, maybe I should, I can't back down now.
"Darling I need to tell you something." I said in a gentle tone, her eyes widened, as if she saw something so shocking. She stayed silent and just nodded silently as if a way of saying "What is it?". I took that as a sign to start talking.
"Darling.. I don't know if you'd accept me as this way, I've been keeping a secret from you, for month's now. Honey, I- , I'm the flash, and I kn-" As I was speaking I was interrupted by her
"HOLY SHIT!? You're the flash and you never told me?! Oh my gosh you're so.. so.." She said in an excited state, so excited she hugs me tight and kisses me all over my face, I was happy that she'd accepted me.
"You know you could trust me, thank you for telling me darling." She said gently putting her forehead against mine.
Summarization: After you finally confronted about how you feel to Credence, he finally realised what he had done wrong and its starting to guilt him down to his core.
Warning: More angst!, second chances, realisation, Credence changes, reader is trying to move on but can't.
Again if you haven't read the first one please read it. The first one, the title is "You're losing me"
I'm gonna do the pov for credence in this one🥹😉
Ever since you finally told him the problem it had hit him harder than any punches he had received. It hurt him so much, he couldn't believe himself. Did he really let himself do this to his precious girl? He missed you so much. The situation had changed him to the point he had to take a break in working, he'd been drinking and doing stuff he'd never do when he was with you.
Everytime he got drunk all he could think about was you, all he could mutter was sorry and your name. He couldn't handle it, he misses everything about you. If he could have another chance he promises that he wouldn't let anyone get in both of your relationship's way.
Again he was drunk, and he suddenly thought about how he should text you. He picks up his phone and tried to contact you but instead is met with a "This person has blocked you", he couldn't believe it. This made him sober up quickly. After reading that he began to think of what he could do to talk to you in person or not, when he finally made up his mind he had decided that he needed to talk to you in person.
To say that you had been devestated was an understatement, you couldn't move on at all.
Everything you had done you could only think of him, every single turn it was full of him. It's been months since you both had broke up, around 5 months ago.
You couldn't move on easily, after all he is your first love, your first kiss, your first partner in crime, Your first everything. As much as it had hurt you, you knew you shouldn't go back, because once a cheater, always a cheater, right?
I went to every place that I think she would be in, where we always would be in. As I looked and looked all I could see is the memories we had created together. God I hate myself for hurting her, she deserves everything. She doesn't deserve all the pain I put her through.
As I though about all the stuff I had regretted, I saw her, My Everything. My Glyndel, As soon as I saw her, I chased after her yelling her name, "(NAME)! (NAME)!" .
She turns around looking around upon hearing her name, when she saw me her eye's turn wide, the phase of her walking going faster like she'd wanted to run away from me. When I catched up to her, I grab her arm and turn her around, so I could see her beautiful face.
"Credence.. " She whispered like my name was a forbidden word to be used, her eyes started to water, her lips quivering. She was trying to fight the grip I had on her, I couldn't let her go, the fear of losing her crept onto me.
"Darling, I-, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for what I had done. Please forgive me, please give me a second chance, I still love you alot, I'm not ready to lose you." I said trying not to cry, still having the same firm grip i held on her.
She had started tearing up too, she stopped fighting my grip, "C-credence look I'm so sorry, but I think we shouldn't try again, please just leave me be.."
She whispered through the sobs, it hurt me that I had hurt her so much, and that's when I realised, I might not have the chance to be with my girl again, it shattered my heart into pieces.
"Please give me another chance please..? Just give me a month to try again?" I said begging her.
"Fine, one month, that's all you'll get and the last you'll get" She said in a hurried whisper.
I smile softly and hug her gently "Thank you, thank you for giving me another chance."
Hi for the people that read my writing, I am sorry for I have not updated in a while. That is because I'm busy with school but I still will wrote so please wait for when I drop the part 2 of my fanfics
I noticed it especially in tik tok edits but in general I think you can say that while the male audience sees John as the ruthless alpha male killer (I hate his alpha sigma bs), the female audience sees him as the broken, grieving, loving husband
*This dosn’t mean that females don’t enjoy him as an badass killer
It also reminds me of the thought that men will never know what it is to watch xy movie from a female perspective
Dating barry and being a huge Flash fan without knowing his identity:
You and Barry had been dating for a while now, no secret were ever hidden from each other. Atleast that's what you think.
It was no secret to Barry that you were a huge fan of the hero, which makes him more nervous if he ever interacts with you outside in his superhero costume.
Unfortunately it did happen, he was patrolling seeing if any criminals were either harassing or robbing people.
Then he stumbled upon you when you were walking home from work, he panicked when he saw you and try to leave as fast as he can. But to no avail you saw him and decided that you should call for him.
"Mr. Flash! Mr. Flash wait please! " You said screaning for him as you ran and ran, Ofcourse Barry felt bad and stopped trying to ignore you and turned around.
"Hi! How may I help you?" he says nervously scared that he might slip something up that could make you identify that he infact was your boyfriend and not some random guy.
"Nothing it's just I'm a really really big fan of you!" You said squealing like a teenage girl who just got a date with her crush.
"I was hoping if I could get a picture from you, you know??" You said happily and almost giggling through your words. You started to take your phone out even if he had said nothing yet.
Despite that he was nervous he couldn't turned you down, you were excited after all and he couldn't bare to make you sad.
"Yes ofcourse! But please don't post this on any social media platforms!" He said shying away from your gaze. See he knew he could trust you but he couldn't trust social media and what people would say or do to you.
"Ofcourse I'll keep this to myself, I just badly wanted a picture with you since I'm a huge huge fan!" You say to him freaking out and smiley because you met your favorite hero.
After finally like a hundred poses and pictures you finally had enough and thanked him.
Once you got home you couldn't stop fangirling and staring at the pictures in your phone, you couldn't wait until Barry got home to tell what the events for the day was.
Once you heard the door open you rushed to get up and greet your boyfriend.
"BARRY, YOUR HOME!" You ran to him immediately and you embrace him tightly, also attacking his face with kisses.
Barry smiles at you, then pecks both of your cheeks before breaking the hug.
"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" He questioned knowing what happened for the most of it but you couldn't know now could you?
"It was fine, but then I met THE FLASH" You said excited to tell him about how you met your favorite superhero. You start to search for your phone in your pockets and when you finally got it out you immediately unlock it fastly.
Lets just say.. You talked Barry's ear off the whole night.
This was requested by @nagicats, I accidentally deleted the original request, I'm so sorry😭😭. Also please I'm very sorry if this is wasn't the one you wanted
Dating barry and being a huge Flash fan without knowing his identity:
You and Barry had been dating for a while now, no secret were ever hidden from each other. Atleast that's what you think.
It was no secret to Barry that you were a huge fan of the hero, which makes him more nervous if he ever interacts with you outside in his superhero costume.
Unfortunately it did happen, he was patrolling seeing if any criminals were either harassing or robbing people.
Then he stumbled upon you when you were walking home from work, he panicked when he saw you and try to leave as fast as he can. But to no avail you saw him and decided that you should call for him.
"Mr. Flash! Mr. Flash wait please! " You said screaning for him as you ran and ran, Ofcourse Barry felt bad and stopped trying to ignore you and turned around.
"Hi! How may I help you?" he says nervously scared that he might slip something up that could make you identify that he infact was your boyfriend and not some random guy.
"Nothing it's just I'm a really really big fan of you!" You said squealing like a teenage girl who just got a date with her crush.
"I was hoping if I could get a picture from you, you know??" You said happily and almost giggling through your words. You started to take your phone out even if he had said nothing yet.
Despite that he was nervous he couldn't turned you down, you were excited after all and he couldn't bare to make you sad.
"Yes ofcourse! But please don't post this on any social media platforms!" He said shying away from your gaze. See he knew he could trust you but he couldn't trust social media and what people would say or do to you.
"Ofcourse I'll keep this to myself, I just badly wanted a picture with you since I'm a huge huge fan!" You say to him freaking out and smiley because you met your favorite hero.
After finally like a hundred poses and pictures you finally had enough and thanked him.
Once you got home you couldn't stop fangirling and staring at the pictures in your phone, you couldn't wait until Barry got home to tell what the events for the day was.
Once you heard the door open you rushed to get up and greet your boyfriend.
"BARRY, YOUR HOME!" You ran to him immediately and you embrace him tightly, also attacking his face with kisses.
Barry smiles at you, then pecks both of your cheeks before breaking the hug.
"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" He questioned knowing what happened for the most of it but you couldn't know now could you?
"It was fine, but then I met THE FLASH" You said excited to tell him about how you met your favorite superhero. You start to search for your phone in your pockets and when you finally got it out you immediately unlock it fastly.
Lets just say.. You talked Barry's ear off the whole night.
This was requested by @nagicats, I accidentally deleted the original request, I'm so sorry😭😭. Also please I'm very sorry if this is wasn't the one you wanted
(WARNING: Bullying, cursing, violence, threat of suicide, fake dating, reader wears glasses, ooc! Gonzo, angst, and fluff.)
(Another reminder I'm not fluent in english as its not my first language)
Gangster!Eddie "Gonzo" Gilman x Nerdy! F! reader
I like this song so I recommend listwning to it
How you met:
You had met him when you had transfer to your bestfriends university and in your very first day you had embarrased yourself.
Hey he bumped into you! So why was that your fault? Yes he did bumped into you in the gate of the school while skating and you scraped your knee it knocked out even your glasses and the books in your hands. Instead of him apologizing he had went on in skating, you got pissed off and yelled at him for not saying sorry. Everyone around you stopped what they were doing even him.
Your bestfriend had grabbed your hand and ran inside to save you from more humiliation. You were now scared to be left alone as you could easily be bullied by him or something.
//After you met//
A person had been beeping you in your beeper non-stop and it was getting annoying for you, they kept apologizing for breaking up with you..?
Unfortunately God wasn't on your side that day and the person did not stop even in class, usually they'd stop when school started but this day no. Your teacher had sent you out your beeper interrupting what ever she had been teaching.
But still even out of the classroom it had still been beeping you were confused and scared from whom it was so you immediately waited for your bestfriend.
//Timeskip//
When your last period had ended for break time you finally contacted your bestfriend and told her everything. She'd been shocked and said it was Gonzo that was beeping you not some random guy.
But as she was saying that Gonzo was near you both and he was just standing in the call booth, hoping it wasn't your beeper that he had been sending messages to, unfortunately for you it was. As soon as he had picked up the phone your beeper beeped non-stop.
He had heard it and was now walking towards you so you basically were panicking in the insides now.
Quickly you had stood up and start to try and walk away as he was starting to follow up behind you. He still caught up tho, so you standing up had no purpose at all.
When he catched up he pinned you on a post wall, he held your arm and his hot breath fanning in your ear.
"Hey my ex girlfriend is watching just pretend we have something going on" as he still was pinning you and he covers your mouth for you to not complain.
You didn't really want this all to happen but it seems that it had to. You kept squirming in his hold but to no avail it never really worked
When his ex finally went away, he let go of you and tried to get you to fake date him
You still never agreed.
//Trying to pursue you into his scheme//
See you think he got the memo to leave you alone.
But he didn't and it was starting to turn into a problem for you.
Everywhere you went he tried to go with you or sometimes just following you around, even then his friends start to get in this little scheme of his.
They would torment you to just date him!
It was annoying and it got tiring for you.
Then one day in a rainy day everyone was just gathered in the very front of the university and when you finally caught a glimpse of what was happening.
It was gonzo with a sign hang around his neck and it had said that "It's either you answer me or I k*ll myself!"
You'd thought it was a stupid asshole move of his but it was his life that was on the line here.
So you felt the pressure to just answer him yes..
Then that's how you started fake dating for him to get his ex jealous.
Hello! I'm gonna have a second part for this but not right now since I have to write more fics! But I'm sure I will come out with it in a few days.. Also this is based on the filipino film "She's dating the gangster!😊
Warning:I'm not good at english. Tons of fluff, kissing and making out
He was scared to talk to you at first. People made rumors of you so he sort of believed it.
That was until he interacted with you and he thought you were fun and much more nicer than most people he'd met in the university.
He started to think you were beautiful with or without your make up.
He knows your black clothes were a lot to handle for people who thought you were a freak, everytime he would try to defend you.
He literally thinks you're a whole goddess.
He loves kissing you and he loves it when you kiss him because black lipstick just gets stuck on him.
You make out a lot anywhere even, but you don't do it infront of people ofcourse. He likes to take control of the kissing but not in bed.
Sometimes when you wake up next to each other he thinks you're like a black cat and somehow he just starts playing with his hair
When you found out about his abilities you were really amazed and sort of used it for certain advantages.
Sometimes you'd use it to get groceries faster or sometimes you get him to clean in the last minute cause both of you are tired.
But that doesn't mean you want to tire him out just because he's a speedy, you still treat him how you used to treat him
All tho you guys don't want to have children you both have fur-babies for you is a cat doesn't matter what breed but for Barry its a golden retriever.
He is rather a little spoon
He likes your hugs
If you are a short person but wears platforms, Barry is concerned because how is your feet doing? Does it hurt for you? Are you tired?
He constantly reminds you to drink water because you forget sometimes
You watch Elvira or Beetle juice together, see he can't really watch a lot of gothic movies because it isn't really in his level of fun. But he still tries for you tho!
You try to make him listen to gothic music as well but he just can't like it. He likes pop more or rock! He just isn't a big fan of what you like. He still tries to listen to it with you, so don't get mad at him😔😔
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