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Hi, I'm the one who asked for Bart Allen x Reader! I think for the fic the reader could be a hero and a super famous actress where she is Bart were dating and Bart was trying to tell the Outsiders but they weren't believing much and you can choose how the story will develop!!

Ooooh okayyy I gotchu I gotchu

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Heyyy can you make more Bart Allen x Reader????

Heyyyuy I can! Any specific stuff u want in the fic? You can DM me the details if u want

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What’s your opinions on ovaries

They're chill

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Bart Allen x Vigilante!Reader

Warnings: none??? Some banter tho

A/N: omg I loved this request guys. Also I'm sorry if Bart is OOC 😭

Bart Allen had exactly three rules when patrolling.

One: save civilians.

Two: don't let the Rogues escape and cause more shit for him and the team.

Three: absolutely do not get distracted by your stunningly attractive self.

Unfortunately, Rule Three was impossible.

"You know," a familiar voice purred from above, "you're getting slower."

Bart groaned before he even looked up.

Perched on the edge of a rooftop was you.

Dressed head to toe in black with silver accents, your mask hid the top half of your face while your grin remained perfectly visible. One leg swung lazily over the ledge as if gravity simply didn't apply to you.

"You timed me again, didn't you?"

"I did."

"...And?"

"You were 0.8 seconds slower than yesterday."

Bart pointed an accusing finger.

"See? That's weird! Normal people don't carry stopwatches in their pockets. People carry shit like cash or-"

"I'm offended."

"You stole a priceless diamond last week."

"I borrowed it."

"You mailed it back."

"At least I gave it back."

Bart sighed dramatically.

"That is so not crash."

"And yet you still hang out with a criminal."

Before he could argue, you leaped from the rooftop.

Bart's instincts kicked in immediately. He sped forward—

Only to find you landing gracefully on a streetlamp instead of falling.

"Show-off," he muttered.

"Says the speedster."

You hopped down beside him on the building ledge, close enough that he could smell your perfume beneath the city air.

"So..." you said, rocking back on your heels. "Any exciting crimes on the radio tonight?"

"I'm trying to stop one."

"Really?"

"My heart rate every time you show up."

Bart gave that smile toward you that he thought was full of charisma.

You blinked.

Bart froze.

"...No?"

"Jesus, if you're gonna hit on someone, at least do it with a good line. Not one from Wattpad."

His face turned crimson.

"I- It's not- SHUT UP!"

You couldn't help laughing.

"There he is."

"There who is?"

"The adorable dork underneath all that confidence."

"I am not—"

"You are."

"I fight supervillains!"

"So you can kick ass all day but you can't get a girlfriend."

You snorted.

"You remind me a lot of Wally when he had a crush on Artemis."

Bart opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

You reached over and gently flicked the lightning bolt on his chest.

"Cute."

His brain officially blue-screened.

"..."

"..."

"...I forgot what I was doing."

"I noticed."

You laughed again, the sound echoing between the buildings.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

The city around you felt oddly quiet.

Then the police scanner on Bart's wrist crackled.

"Robbery in progress..."

Bart snapped back into hero mode.

"Duty calls."

You pretended to swoon dramatically.

"What a shame. I'll cry tears of blood in your absence."

He started to run—

Only to feel something tug at his wrist.

You'd manage to hook a finger around his glove before he could run off completely.

He looked back.

"You forgot something."

"I did?"

You leaned in and gave him a gentle peck on the lips, your warm, moisturized lips barely grazing his but still having an impact on his heart.

"Good luck."

Then you let go.

Bart stood there for a full two seconds.

"...Now I'm whelmed."

You were already halfway up the fire escape.

"See you later, Bart."

His eyes widened.

"You can't just kiss me and leave!"

"Oh, but I can."

You blew him a teasing kiss before disappearing across the rooftops.

Bart stared after you.

Then, with the biggest, most hopeless smile on his face, he took off in a red and white streak of lightning.

"...I'm so cooked."

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OMG YOU WRITE FOR BART ALLEN?!!!

This is once in a blue moon opportunity

Can I request Bart Allen x reader and the reader is also a vigilante, kinda black cat and spiderman dynamic where the reader loves to tease him and flirt but ,seriously I'm fine with anything for him, he rarely gets fics🫶

YESSSSS bro there's a deprivation of fics for him for real but I gotchu I gotchu also sorry for the late reply I was playing Toca Boca world 😭

[boykisser-101]

Guys we need more Teddy Lupin x reader. Please. I am begging.

I love my blue haired boy who probably looks scarily like Remus

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Early seasons!Sam Winchester x office siren!Reader part 2!

Warnings: jealous!Sam, Dean being Dean, some fluff??

A/N: I'm glad y'all enjoyed part one so I hope u guys like part two :)

The case should've been simple.

It was a simple case in Kansas. You just had to find the cursed statue that had been causing a town to start turning into monsters.

Find the cursed relic.

Destroy it with hammers.

Leave.

Simple as pie.

Instead, Sam had spent the last twenty minutes watching a museum curator lean a little too close to you.

"You have an incredible mind," the curator said, smiling. "I've never met anyone who could identify a Hittite inscription that quickly."

You smiled politely.

"It comes with spending entirely too much time buried in libraries. Turns out I just really need to get out and get some fresh air."

"I'd love to buy you dinner sometime."

You blinked. "Really? I-I'd love that."

The curator grinned, flashing sharp teeth at you.

Sam's grip on the research folder tightened.

Dean noticed immediately.

"Oh," Dean muttered under his breath. "There it is."

"There what is?"

"The bitch face."

"I don't have a bitch face, Dean. Stop being an ass."

"You got the 'I'm pretending this doesn't bother me while it absolutely bothers me' face."

Sam looked away.

"Mind your own damn business."

Dean snorted.

"Sure."

You walked back over a minute later, slipping your notebook into your satchel.

"The curator gave us access to the restricted archives."

Dean grinned.

"Nice."

You nodded.

"And he asked me to dinner."

Dean's eyes darted to Sam, studying his brother's face for a reaction.

"Oh?"

Sam suddenly became very interested in a dusty display case, his eyes looking anywhere but your face.

"What'd you say?" Dean asked.

"I told him I'd love to go out with him. I haven't been out on a date in a year."

Dean made an exaggerated humming sound.

"Huh."

Sam stayed silent.

Painfully silent.

You noticed the weird glances they were giving each other.

"The fuck is up with you two? You're acting weird."

Dean immediately straightened up, clearing his throat.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

TIMESKIP

Later that evening, the three of you searched through ancient records in the museum basement.

You were standing on a small step stool trying to reach a book on the highest shelf.

Before you could stretch any farther, a hand reached past you.

Sam.

He effortlessly grabbed the book and handed it to you.

"There."

You blinked.

"...Thanks."

"No problem."

He walked away before you could say anything else.

You frowned, turning to Dean, whispering to him.

"...Is he okay?"

Dean snorted.

"Ask him."

It wasn't until you got back to the motel that you cornered Sam.

He was sitting on one of the beds with a lore book open in his lap.

"You've been weird all day."

"I haven't."

"You've spoken maybe fifteen words to me."

"I've been reading."

"You usually read with me."

He didn't answer.

You crossed your arms, giving him the "I'm not budging until you talk to me" look.

"...Samuel William Winchester."

Finally, he sighed.

"So..."

"So?"

"Are you going to dinner with him?"

There it was.

The real question.

You tilted your head.

"Probably. Why?"

He shrugged a little too quickly.

"I was just asking."

"You don't sound like you're 'just asking.'"

Another long silence.

Finally, he admitted, "He's suspicious."

You cocked an eyebrow.

"Suspicious?"

"The way he was looking at you." Sam shut his book and looked at you, and I mean REALLY looked at you.

You saw the glint of jealously in his eyes.

"Are you..jealous?"

You felt a grin tugging at your lips.

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"No."

He laughed awkwardly.

"...I was kind of hoping you weren't interested."

You couldn't help smiling.

You sat by him on the bed, your skirt riding up slightly.

"And what if I wasn't?"

His ears turned pink almost instantly.

"...Um-"

He sighed dramatically.

"...Dean says I'm being obvious."

Sam groaned.

"I knew he noticed."

"He noticed before you did."

He dropped his head into his hands.

"I'm never going to hear the end of this."

He pointed a veiny finger in your direction.

"Especially from you."

"Nope."

You stepped closer and gently nudged his shoulder.

"For the record..."

He looked up hopefully.

"I don't think I'm gonna go to the date anymore."

"... You're not?"

You shook your head.

"I'm already interested in someone else."

His expression froze.

"...Really?"

"Mhm."

"Do... do I know them?"

You laughed.

"Oh, Sammy."

Realization slowly dawned across his face.

"...Wait."

You simply smiled, flashing your pearly whites at him.

Dean chose that exact moment to walk into the room carrying a bag of takeout.

He looked at the two of you.

Looked at Sam's stunned expression.

Looked at your unmistakably amused smile.

Then he sighed.

"I leave you two alone for ten minutes."

Sam opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Dean pointed at him.

"You finally figured it out, didn't you?"

Sam's face turned bright red.

"...Maybe."

Dean grinned.

"'Maybe,' he says."

You laughed, pushing your glasses back up your nose.

Dean tossed Sam a burger.

"Congratulations, Romeo. You finally figured it out. Y'know for someone who's such a geek, you're so oblivious."

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I loved the office siren one shot, would it be tm to ask for a part two (possible a smut and jealous Sam??)

Yayyyyy I'm glad u liked it! I'll see what I can do :)

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Early seasons! Sam Winchester x office siren! Reader

A/N: I wrote this mainly in the perspective of Y/N being a she, but I could do a male version if y'all want. Also I haven't written in a WHILE so excuse me if Sam's a lil OOC. Oki love y'all enjoy the fic!

You looked like you belonged in a law office in Manhattan.

Instead, you were standing in Bobby's kitchen, reading a fifteenth-century grimoire with one hand while stirring coffee with the other.

"You know," Dean said around a mouthful of pie, "you look like some fancy ass lawyer."

Without looking up, you adjusted the thin black frames perched on your nose, wrinkling it at him.

"At least I actually have good fashion taste instead of just flannel and plaid."

Dean barked out a laugh.

Sam, unfortunately, looked up at exactly the wrong moment.

You were wearing a charcoal pencil skirt, a silk ivory blouse with the sleeves rolled to your elbows, and heels with red bottoms that clicked elegantly over Bobby's creaky hardwood floors. Long dark hair pinned back, crimson lipstick, cat-eye glasses...

You looked completely ridiculous in a house that smelled like gun oil, bad decisions, and books.

Dean's eyes drifted to his brother as he strolled over to Sam, cockily perching himself next to him on the couch.

"You've been staring for..." Dean checked an imaginary watch. "...about twelve seconds."

"I wasn't staring."

"You absolutely were."

"I was trying to read the page she was on."

You finally glanced over the top of her glasses.

"Interesting."

Sam blinked.

"What?"

"You lied."

"I didn't—"

"You realize I can hear you two right? Jesus you both act like middle schoolers trying to whisper and shit."

You glared at both the boys, although something playful was in the back of your eyes.

Dean nearly choked on his coffee.

Sam felt heat climb straight into his ears.

"...Right."

You rolled your eyes and went back to your research, paying no mind to the idiotic siblings.

Maybe the reason you felt so out of place in Bobby's place was because you weren't like them. Well, in a way.

You weren't technically a hunter.

You were an archaeologist.

A very good one.

You specialized in ancient religions, forgotten civilizations, and translating dead languages that most universities barely acknowledged existed.

Which meant whenever the Winchesters found a cursed tablet, impossible inscription, or mystery older than Latin—

They called you.

No matter the time.

3:00 AM while they were driving across state to go stake out a case, 6:00 at night when they finally got to the broken down cheap motel they could find to settle down for the night, you get the point.

And it was usually after they had already tried to pry as much information out of Bobby as they could.

"This symbol isn't Enochian."

Dean frowned.

"It isn't?"

"No."

Sam leaned over the table beside you.

"What is it?"

You slid the notebook toward him.

"Old Akkadian."

"You can read Akkadian?"

You gave him a look.

"...Sam."

"Right."

"You've watched me translate it three different times."

"I know, I just—"

"Forgot?"

"No."

"Lied again."

TIMESKIP

The motel room looked like a library had exploded.

Books covered every surface.

Maps.

Notes.

Ancient texts.

Dean had disappeared in search of burgers nearly an hour ago.

Leaving Sam and you alone.

You sat cross-legged on one bed, glasses slipping down your nose as you highlighted passages, your eyes aching with the need to just shut for a while and sleep.

Sam pretended to read.

Pretended.

Because every few seconds he'd glance over.

You caught him.

Every.

Single.

Time.

"You know," you said casually, "if you actually asked me out for coffee instead of looking at me like I'm a puzzle, it'd probably be less embarrassing."

Sam froze.

"I wasn't—"

"You were."

"I just..."

"You just what?"

"...You have really nice glasses."

Silence.

Then you laughed.

Not mean.

Not pitifully.

Just surprised.

"...My glasses?"

"I panicked."

"I noticed."

"They're... nice."

"They're from a museum gift shop."

"I still think they're nice."

You smiled—small this time.

"I'll take the compliment, Winchester."

Sam groaned, dropping his face into his hands.

Another beat.

"But..."

You nudged his shoulder with yours.

"...I'd still get coffee with you."

Sam looked up.

"...Really?"

You smiled over the rim of your glasses.

"I've always had a soft spot for giant nerds. Plus you know I love a tall man."

Dean opened the motel room door carrying burgers.

He looked between them.

Sam was blushing, his cheeks redder than tomatos.

You were smiling.

Dean sighed dramatically.

"I leave for forty-five minutes."

You looked at Dean.

"I accepted going out on a date with him."

Dean pointed at Sam.

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO ASK HER ON A DATE!"

"I didn't!"

"You actually did," You corrected.

Dean groaned toward the ceiling.

Hope y'all enjoyed it!

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I feel like she would work w the Winchesters while they would hunt helping with researchs and all that (when I said office siren I meant like her style/vide) (and like I would liv for a fluff / smut) thank youu

Okayyyyy I gotchuuuuuuu

I'm going to work on it tn dw dw

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Haiiiiiiii okay I yearn for a fem office siren reader(like Bayonetta baddie type shit glasses and all) x early season sam , l feel like he would YEARNNNNNN over a girl with glasses who loves book ((I would kill for the reader to be like an archaeologist or something, and also like tease Sam abit I live for banter) honestly go crazy !: P

YESSSSSS OMG I LOVE BAYONETTA SHES SUCH A BADDIE

My question is tho what typa job is this tho? Is this js regular fashion while she works w Sam orrrr? I give u free reins here I'll just conjure the fanfic

[r0s3ie]

Hey guys! I'm a writer and I can take y'alls requests. Since there is a deprivation of fanfics for these characters, I'll write for:

Lucerys Velaryon (pls guys for the love of God, do not request incest shit and I alr know it's a big thing in the show and books but that does NOT mean I wanna write siblings fucking 😭)

Nightwing

Jason Todd

Guy Gardner

Hal Jordan

Tate Langdon

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Bart Allen

Damian Wayne

And more! DM me for personalized fanfics!

[a-tangled-mermaid]

Sigh. At least I have this.

[savethescript]

I've spent the entire last year writing my fourth screenplay (no films released yet, although my first film will have a release date in a few months). I've spent most afternoons writing and refining it, and it will soon be almost two years.

I haven't touched the fucking AI in my life. And I never will.

[fictiongarden]

[cheesuschristman]

And the fact some people are okay with this.

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Art credit to barney futzing barton on tumblr

NOT MY ART