The Flash Imagines

Miraculous

Summary: In a cruel twist of fate, it seems that Barry Allen is hopelessly in love with you, meanwhile your love for the Flash blinds you to that fact—aka inspired by Miraculous Ladybug.

Warning: Hostage situation

Barry was definitely not the smoothest guy out there, but he normally didn't have a problem talking to girls. All that, however, went out the window when it came to talking to you. It felt like he couldn't even properly form a coherent sentence when talking to you and it made him hate himself.

The one person for whom he wanted nothing more to than impress and nearly every time he'd end up putting his foot in his mouth. That was typically how it went.

Maybe it was because of the fact that he so desperately wanted to impress you that he always messed up. Or maybe he was just meant to make a fool of himself around you because that's what happened.

Not that you were ever rude to him in any form–quite the opposite actually. But Barry just assumed that with his nonsense ramblings you'd have to label him as a fool.

And, maybe if you weren't fawning over someone else you might have been able to see that he was so desperately trying to tell you his feelings without actually saying it out loud—not his brightest idea, to be honest.

Barry normally went out of his way in order to see you throughout the day but, on those rare days when he gathered up the courage, he'd always end up rambling on about the most random things (for instance, he spent nearly ten minutes once comparing the new washing machine he had recently purchased to his old one that had broke).

He didn't know what it was about you but he knew that he was bound to make a fool out of himself whenever you were around, one way or another.

Seeing you was something to look forward to most days.

He'd usually run to Jitters several times a day to order coffee just so he could talk with you a bit while he ordered and you made his drink. However, recently he'd been making so many trips there, as an attempt not to look suspicious he ended up buying four coffees (for his friends, he claimed) but STAR Labs was empty and he was left with four coffees and embarrassment lingering within him.

God, he just didn't know what it was about you that turned him into that babbling mess.

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Being a superhero was fun. It was basically like having an alter ego and one could even compare it to a Hannah Montana life because, at times, it really was the Best of Both Worlds. You'd handle your normal barista job during the day but once trouble struck you were able to sneak away and return Central City to homeostasis.

That wasn't the best part however. By far, being held in such high esteem as one of the protectors of the city was superior. The other hero was the Flash–your partnership termed by the media as being the Dynamic Duo. And you didn't mind at all to be sharing the spotlight with the fastest man alive. He was the greatest partner you could ask for. (Not to mention the fact that every time he was around you swooned a bit).

It was like any other day; not to warm, very sunny, oh and there was yet another metahuman determined to destroy Central City and it's inhabitants.

"Thought you weren't comin' Flash!" You giggled, swinging down from your spot overlooking the havoc this week's villain was wrecking. "Y'know, you'd think that the whole super speed thing would actually make you early but I think the constant lateness just cancels out your speed entirely."