#speedster!reader

[invincibledc]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁FLASH!READER X MARK GRAYSON, FLASH!READER X DICK GRAYSON . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

—DICK GRAYSON

HE ALREADY DEALT WITH SPEEDSTERS AKA FLASHES BEFORE. BUT HAVING A CRUSH ON ONE? or EVEN DATING ONE??

Now that's absurd. Especially if you’re from the Flash family, I can imagine Wally side-eyeing dick everyone he’s on his phone.

“Are you texting my cousin?” he would ask which makes dick jolts and turn his phone off. “What? No….” like that all took place during when you guys were younger….

I MEAN WHO WOULD LIKE A FREE WILD SPIRIT SPEEDSTER?

Richard John Grayson would.

When years go by, he remembers the times when you would accidentally crash on him. Landing on top of him his face turns red.

Lord, puppy love is not a joke. But either wise, you and him are so cute!

You would speed over to romantic places so quickly, just to surprise him. Maybe he expected it and smirks, already dressed before you can confuse him.

There were times when you would just dead-ass “kidnap” him to a sweet date. Yeah, he cursed you out a bit for leaving him in pajamas, but hey! That’s just love for you as a speedster.

Dick always makes you cute things to just see you vibrate in excitement, it’s just so cute seeing you speed around happily.

Uses you as a massager.

You can’t blame him. It’s quite hilarious lmao

Wally still giving him side eyes seeing you and Dick cuddle, because why tf are yall so happy in love for? 🙁

Makes him SICK

(Jk he loves you both!)

—MARK GRAYSON

Being on the teen team, you had a tracksuit hero kinda suit. You looked cool with goggles and just boots/sneakers.

Hella badass don’t you think?

No one expected you both to date because you thought he liked Eve.

WEIRD ISNT IT?!!

He loves how energetic you are, you speed around a lot. Helping others carefully.

He loves to hear you yap, he doesn’t care if he can’t or can understand you when you start to speed up your talking a lot. It’s just the way you talk with your hands a lot and even act out some actions with stories.

It’s so passionate

Don’t get him started on doing races with you, you speeding off and him somehow tackling you down. Both tumbling as you giggle, because you know he won’t ever hurt you.

I think that literally any speedy character has adhd due to fast thinking in their brains and having trouble focusing and hyperactivity (like me fr…)

Cause Mark doesn’t mind having you stimming and having you play with his fingers. He finds it adorable.

He does admire you a lot and keeps you on track. He makes sure you don’t accidentally crash into anyone or a wall.

Mark also uses you as a massage gun, I mean sure he probably won’t feel it will depend on how fast you are going to your hands.

But the moment he groans, feeling all the tension in his muscle goes. He’s falling asleep.

And now you’re just here massaging this half-alien boy with a deadpan face cause you have comic books to read, a scheduled procrastination day, watching your fixation on a cartoon or anime.

And here you are massaging your beloved boyfriend who is smiling in his stupid dream about you and him marrying.

[glowinthedarkjellyfish]

I’ve got some ideas for future fic series that are in my drafts but completed yet so whatever you like most don’t be shy to vote so Ik what to prioritize alongside the gymnast!daughter batfam series ☺️.

I already have ships planned for each of the fic!series but don’t want to spoil it but all of them are x different characters so they aren’t repetitive

[dearest-painter]

I've had this dorky idea w dc - spiderverse crossovers

A speedster reader wirh a yandere spiderverse crew and the flash group or even a green lantern reader with yan spidervece

OKFG YEASSSSSSSSSS SPEESTER!READER!!!

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

"YOUR TO SLOW!!"

Sonic!reader x Mark Grayson

"You’re too slow," the reader says to Mark, giggling as she zooms past him. It’s not your fault; you’re just faster, stronger, and better—like a speeding bullet. No one can catch up to you. I mean, sometimes you would slow down for the others or give them a head start, but no matter how far they run or how fast they fly, you’ll always come out on top and be there within milliseconds. The wave of sound probably delays how fast you are, and you’re prideful as hell. Cecil would say that’s one of your downfalls, seeing as your mentor, Red Rush, was killed brutally by Omni-Man. But that didn’t matter to you; he wasn’t fast enough. That’s just how it goes. It’s not your fault he slowed down; he’s supposed to stay fast. He’s supposed to move quicker, think quicker; he’s supposed to outrun death. No matter how long it chases you, you’re supposed to go the distance, move so fast that even sounds can’t pick up your heartbeat. Do you ever want to be still, not moving? The world spins around you constantly. No way, no matter what obstacle seems to block your path, you knock it down and get right back up to keep on running. Ask everyone. You’re going at the speed of light, and that’s what makes people admire you, understand you, admire you. All this money didn’t come from nowhere. You even buy Mark a little plushie of you with that cocky smirk plastered on your lips. I mean, it wouldn’t be good merchandise if it didn’t have your smirk or your stylish hair, cool hero outfit. And you capitalize on that hard, but hard—they say you’re just as bad as Rex. But, unlike him, you know when to not run your mouth, which is pretty ironic since you do like to talk. But there’s only one person you slow down for. He’s the only person who can make you stop your speeding and take a minute to breathe your younger brother. But other than that, no one can stop you, and no one can keep up with you. Like, actually, no one can keep up with you in speed or in passion—affection—hot stuff. They just can’t handle you. But maybe, there is a boy or girl out there who’s just as fast as you, who can keep up with your highs and lows, soar through the streets with you, and maybe, just maybe, slow down when you’re feeling down. But that’s just a lovely fantasy you fancy. You don’t mind playing that fantasy over and over in your head until it’s as memorable as your ringtone. But this invincible boy—people say he’s just as fast as you, maybe even faster, maybe even stronger—but his voice sounds pretty familiar and the way he carries himself so awkwardly, you can only find that in one singular person you know who acts like that but its just hunch that somebody you know is in a the Teen Team better to keep it a secret—keep you guessing. There’s nothing you love more than a good surprise and someone who can match your speed, body, and mind. Every now and then, sometimes he’ll beat you, sometimes you’ll beat him, and you get closer and closer to figuring out who he is. In the back of your mind, you already know, but does he know that you know his little secret? What’s the point in telling him? There’s no fun in that. And what’s the point of telling him who you are? That’s just plain boring. Keep this cat-and-mouse chase going on, like your Tom and Jerry, except without beating each other senselessly. But you’ll definitely beat him at another race, of course, and then he’ll have to buy the whole team pizza—and make it a double, no, triple! You have a fast metabolism—all that running can make a girl hungry.

[totallynotashieldagent]

Rush Hour

Pairing: Barry Allen/Reader

Summary: From Role Reversal Chapter of Kinktober the line, "He imagined he could fuck you stupid in under a second and before you’d even realize what happened, your pussy would be leaking his cum. He tucked that thought away for some other time." drew a bit of attention on AO3, so, here's the time when Barry actually does do that.

Author's Note: In this Reader is a Green Lantern and also uses "bear" as a nickname for Barry.

“Pay attention.” 

Batman tapped your knee and you straightened up, nodding with a of course, yes sir- but your eyes didn’t stray from Barry. An underlying tension still there.

Superman was droning on about something about the new recruits, Wonder Woman standing next to him, explaining about the budget applications for the next quarter but god, you could not look away. 

Hal was trying to talk to Barry but he was looking at you too. Entirely ignoring his best friend.

The night the two of you had, it was hard to focus on anything else currently. It had been the first time you both had used your powers in the bedroom and the way his superspeed and your Lantern constructs had collided so perfectly and he’d said the filthiest things. God , who knew The Flash had such a pottymouth? 

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Fanfic Masterlist.

[itsalliny0urhead]

Faster Than Fevers (Barry Allen x Reader)

You’re sick. Feverish. Miserable. Barry Allen is the most attentive boyfriend in existence.

barry allen x reader

You knew you were sick when Barry stopped teasing you.

No smug remarks. No playful eyebrows. Just soft eyes and the gentlest hands imaginable tucking you into bed like you might dissolve if he moved too fast.

Which was ironic, really.

Because Barry Allen always moved fast.

But not with you.

Not when you were like this—pale, weak, sweating through your pajamas and shivering under three blankets. Not when you could barely lift your head without groaning.

Not when he was scared.

He didn’t say it, of course.

He never did. Not the way most people would.

But you’d been together long enough to know what fear looked like on Barry Allen.

It wasn’t panic. It was quiet.

It was the way he slowed his steps when he walked into your bedroom. The way he held your tea like it was something fragile. The way he’d pressed a hand to your forehead and murmured, “You’re burning up,” and then didn’t let go for five whole minutes.

The way he never left your side without promising, “I’ll be right back.”

Like you’d slip away while he wasn’t looking.

You’re half-asleep when he comes back this time—arms full, hair windblown, still dressed in sweats and a hoodie that definitely wasn’t his when you fell asleep (Cisco’s? Maybe? You’re too feverish to care).

He sets a tray down on your nightstand, all soft clinks and quiet care. You blink up at him, dazed.

“Soup,” he says gently. “Tea. Ginger chews. Two kinds of cough drops. And—” he leans closer, grinning, “a new thermometer. Because I know the old one lies to me.”

You huff a tired laugh. “You bought a new thermometer?”

He shrugs, clearly unrepentant. “I may have stolen it from STAR Labs.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m in love,” he replies, kneeling beside the bed. “It’s a terminal condition.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart squeezes.

Barry reaches up, brushing his knuckles along your cheek. You lean into his touch instinctively.

“How’s the fever?”

“Still awful.”

He hums, reading your face. “Headache?”

You nod.

“Sore throat?”

You nod again.

He kisses your forehead softly, then mumbles, “Don’t move.”

Before you can ask why, he’s gone.

Gone-gone. Speedster blur gone.

You blink. He’s back three seconds later holding—

“A cool rag,” he says proudly, tucking it behind your neck like he’s just performed a miracle. “Dampened to exactly 74°F.”

You squint at him.

“I used my watch,” he explains.

You sigh. “You’re gonna set the bar so high for other men it’s gonna mess with the timeline.”

He smirks. “Good. Let them fear me.”

You open your mouth to tease him again but dissolve into a coughing fit. It racks through your chest, makes your eyes water. Barry’s there instantly, hand rubbing slow, soothing circles between your shoulder blades, whispering the whole time:

“I’ve got you. Breathe. I’ve got you.”

And when you finally go still, exhausted and slumped against him, he whispers something even softer.

“I hate seeing you like this.”

You rest your cheek against his collarbone. “I hate feeling like this.”

“I know.”

His arms stay wrapped around you as you drift again, body warm but safe, heart fluttering slow under the press of his.

Barry sits behind you in bed, legs on either side of yours, your blanket-swaddled body resting against his chest like a human marshmallow. You’re tired, overheated, and grumpy, but he’s determined to get you to eat something before you pass out again.

So now? He’s got a spoon in one hand and your hair tucked behind your ear with the other.

“C’mon,” he coaxes gently, bringing the spoon to your lips. “Just one more bite.”

You groan. “No more. I’m a sick little sack of soup now. I’m done.”

“You’ve had, like, six spoonfuls.”

“Which is, like, five more than I wanted.”

He chuckles softly, pressing his nose into your hair. “You’re dramatic.”

“Says the man who sped across town for three brands of cough drops.”

He shrugs. “Your suffering makes me reckless.”

You laugh—quietly. It hurts your throat. But it’s real.

Once he’s finally convinced you to sip some tea, he sets everything aside and settles in again. His arms wrap around you automatically, blanket and all, his hands rubbing lazy circles over your ribs through the fabric.

“Feel a little better?” he asks.

You nod against his shoulder. “Warm. Full. Safe.”

He presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“That’s kinda my whole brand.”

You don’t mean to fall asleep.

You just sort of drift.

Your head tucked under his chin. His hands never leaving you. The sound of his heartbeat steady in your ear, rhythmic and grounding.

And in that hazy, half-conscious space between dreaming and waking, you murmur:

“I think I wanna marry you.”

It’s soft. So soft you almost don’t hear it yourself.

But Barry goes still.

You’re too far gone to notice—eyes closed, breath even, fever making the world heavy and slow.

But he hears it.

He feels it.

And god, he’s never been so in love with anything in his life.

He holds you a little tighter. Presses a kiss to your temple. And whispers, almost inaudibly:

“Yeah, babe. I think I wanna marry you too.”

[jaysscar]

heart eyes

summary: some valentine's day headcannons for barry, hal, ollie, and jason !! (pure fluff) (688 wrds) (m.list here !!)

notes: so sorry that my ollie fic is coming out late but i PROMISE it's almost done i swear 😭 also tysm for 30 followers !! i wasn't expecting that many people to like the content i post so tysm !! and happy valentine's day to anyone that celebrates <3 also reader's pronouns or specific attributes aren't mentioned, i tried to make this as inclusive as possible <3

#BARRY

likes valentines day but definitely won’t go ALL OUT like hal or ollie 😭

keeps it simple with a box of chocolates and flowers <3

also makes you breakfast before he leaves for work (I’M GONNA COMBUST STOP HE’S TOO CUTE)

you got him a new tie for work, it’s his fav colour AND fabric (i’ve seen panels of barry wearing ties at work so i THINK this is canon, if not then whtvr :p)

also got him a new pair of running shoes because he goes through them like CRAZY

barry also decided to make a cute homemade card, he’s not the best artist in the world but it’s the thought that counts !!

either takes you out to a restaurant or orders in takeout and watches silly romcoms with you depending on what the both of you agree on <3

you guys watched the notebook and WEPT like AGHH 🥹

y’all fell asleep on the couch watching the proposal (off topic but i HAVE to write a fake dating fic !!)

#HAL

really enjoys valentines day because it is one of the ONLY times of the year where he can be extra affectionate in public without getting weird stares (LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME THIS MAN ISN’T INTO PDA)

wakes you up with a big ol SMOOCH 😜

jkjk but he actually just covers your face in kisses to wake you up :p 

takes you out on a space date, like seriously he will find a planet that’s just insanely pretty (and not deadly), FLY THE TWO OF YOU THERE and have a PICNIC with you

you get him a new pilot jacket, he literally tweaks when he opens it like i’m being so serious like he’s SO HAPPY

he buys you a new toaster, after 2 years THE TOASTER HAS RETURNED (read green beans and bubbles for context <3)

overall this man went above and beyond for you, like seriously this man loves you SO MUCH like it’s not even funny anymore 💀

#OLLIE

was BORN to celebrate valentine's day, like it’s INGRAINED into his dna atp 😭

i mean come ON he’s literally a superhero who shoots ARROWS, is that not your own modern cupid right there??

when i tell you that ollie goes all out, I MEAN IT

he has a whole DAY planned out for the two of you from start to finish

you guys start with making breakfast together :p

then he takes you to a SPA for most of the day and then takes you out for dinner at your fav restaurant 

and when i tell you the spa experience was an 11 outta 10, TRUST ME it was an 11 OUTTA 10 !!

you get him a new bow and arrow set, his heart literally MELTS when he opens it like GAH 😭

solid 12/10 day, NO COMPLAINTS from either of you hehe

#JASON

so nervous that he’ll mess up valentines day even though you guys have been dating for over 2 years and know about his secret identity 💀

for the day you guys go to a book store and buy a book for each other that the other has been wanting to read (jason i’m gonna need the bell jar, NOW)

will literally be nervous book swapping with you even though he knows he got you the EXACT book that you want, right down to the type of cover art like he just KNOWS

you guys make dinner together and then eat it by candlelight, a classic <3

when dinner is finished jason reads you a poem he wrote about YOU (AHHHH)

when i tell you this man takes poetry to the next level, I MEAN IT

john keats has NOTHING on jason todd thank you very much !!

by the end of it the BOTH of you are crying

you’re crying because the poem is so heartfelt and jason’s crying because he just loves you so much and the poem is just his heart on paper 😭

y’all end the night with dessert and trashy reality tv (no day of the year will stop me from watching my strange addiction idc !!)

tysm for reading everyone !! also my ollie fic will be posted at 3pm est on the 15th !! hope you guys enjoyed this <33

[in1-nutshell]

Helloo!! Can i request a young justice teenage Buddy? A teenager who happens to be from the future ( like Bart but from another future ) after stopping the Reach ( Wally lives, let's ignore the truth) after a couple of days another machine appears out of nowhere and a redhead kid appears, everyone is ready to attack in case it's something bad, but the kid just sees them and smiles. The others are dumbfounded, the kid tells them their full name and they get even more dumbfounded. THE KID IS A WEST, WHAT A SURPRISE. Dick calls Wally and Artemis instantly. Bart is talking to the new kid and talking about the future with them. The kid comes from another apocalyptic future that they have to stop. And they came here with a bow and arrow ready to prevent it. The kid is also fast, what a surprise. When the couple appears and sees them, the kid just goes over to them at superspeed and Wally freaks out. The kid smiles and hugs them both, saying that they are their grandparents, and that they have came to help all the team to stop the new threat. Artemis is ecstatic with this info, because she realizes that she will have a family with Wally in the future. She realizes that the kid has a bow and asks them wo taught them, even more happy when they say that she did. Wally is just standing there looking at this redhead thing that runs fast and has archery skills, he inmediatly sees himself and Artemis in them. Both of them will teach them new things and help them save the future. Buddy is happy that they can finally see their family again.

Wally lives!

Hope you enjoy!

Buddy the West from the Future

SFW, Platonic, Slight Familial, Speedster reader

YOUNG JUSTICE

Another time machine had made its way to the cave.

Unlike the time Bart came, this time machine was located in a separate room in the cave.

One of the rooms that barely anyone came into.

Not to mention the energy disturbances were much less than the previous users.

The only reason anyone figured out that there was a time machine and someone had been inside it was that Cassie and Tim found it while looking for Dick.

Tim goes on the lines. Jaime picks up. Tim: “We just found a time machine in the cave and—” Jaime: “A speedster was inside it.” Cassie: “How did you know?” Jaime looks over at his former bag of chips and a dizzy Bart. Jaime: “Lets just call it a hunch. Childish cackling is heard from the vents.

The cave is put on high alert after news gets around.

Seeing that they were dealing with an unknown speedster, Dick found it good to let Wally and Artemis know about it.

He did not expect them to actually come to the cave geared up.

Wally insisted on dealing with the speedster problem as soon as possible.

Bart was miffed after having got the drop on unexpectedly.

It didn’t take them long to find the speedster.

Mainly because they showed up on their own accord.

A blur passes in front of the team. The mystery speedster stops in front of them finishing the last of a bar of candy. They smile widely at the group. Buddy: “Hi there! I’m Buddy!” Everyone is a bit surprised. Jaime: “I think we found Bart’s long-lost cousin.” Buddy laughs. Buddy: “Nah, I’m not Grampie Bart’s cousin.” Bart and Wally: “Spoiler’s!” The kid waves their hand. Buddy: “I took care of the spoiler issue Gramps.” The speedster quickly brings Wally into a tight hug. Wally blinks before they zip over and hug Artemis. They had stars in their eyes as they gave her a final squeeze. Buddy: “Its great to see you grandma.” Artemis and Wally: “Grandpa/ Grandma!?” Somewhere in the Watchtower… Barry stops walking for a second, pausing, before going back to work.

Buddy takes not notice of the sudden bombshell they just dropped as they continue to smile and zip over to each team member, admiring them.

Thankfully Dick was able to calm them down to finally explain why they were doing here.

Buddy pulls their mask down letting their red hair and face show.

A somber look comes across their face as they retell that their timeline had been ravage for years, little survivors left around the world.

 Once they found blueprints for the time machine, they took that chance.

All they had to do was find what was the turning point that made the world go down and stop it.

The team agrees to help them.

Buddy starts vibrating in excitement while saying thank you literally a thousand times.

They insist on staying in the cave to keep an eye on their time machine.

The next few days Artemis and Wally are much more present in the cave while watching their grandkid from a far.

Artemis was beaming knowing that she would eventually have a life and kids with Wally.

Wally is happy too, but right now he is trying to figure out whether red hair was a dominant trait in speedsters.

Buddy pulls out a stick from their back pocket. They catch Artemis and Wally watching and smirk while pressing a hidden button showing a bow. Artemis’s attention was focused on the bow as Buddy pulls back an arrow. They close their eyes and using their speed they let out 7 arrows… all hitting the bullseye. Wally: “Woah…” Buddy salters over to the target to get their arrows. Buddy: “I was taught by the best archer.” Artemis: “Oliver was still around?” Buddy raises an eyebrow in confusion before masking it with a genuine smile. Buddy: “Well if you want to him to take your credit Gram’s you can do that.” Artemis: “Wait I taught you?” Buddy: “Yep! Taught by the best. You taught me everything I need to know.” Artemis had a warm smile on her face as she grabs her own bow. Artemis: “Is that so?” She lets go an arrow that lodges in Wally’s apple. Wally: “Artemis!” Buddy: “Really? I can do that with my eyes closed.” Artemis smirks at her grandkid. Artemis: “Is that a challenge?” Buddy matches her smirk. Buddy: “Maybe it is old timer.” Wally is in the background lamenting the lose of his apple. Meanwhile in the Watchtower meeting room… Barry suddenly sits up straight. Hal: “Bar?” Barry: “… Something happened…” The Green Lantern huffs. Hal: “Sure it did buddy. Maybe get some sleep before saying stuff like that.” Barry: “Yeah… maybe your right…”

[biggrimace]

Run To You | Peter Maximoff

Part 1 / 3

Part 2 , 3

Summary: Charles sends Peter to Westview to check out a massive power surge that’s going on which drives you crazy with worry. He’s been no contact for four weeks, and you need to do something.

Warnings: Pregnant reader

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It’s been four weeks with no contact, Hank!

You screamed at the blue mutant. After three days, you had lost your patience and begged him to find a way to regain contact with your husband. But he refused, saying it’d put the entire mission at risk.

Yn, he’s fine. He probably lost his communicator, but the tracker in his suit says he’s alive and moving. So we know he’s not dead, and we can guess he’s not a prisoner based on how much he’s moving around.

It wasn’t good enough. You had an awful feeling, and that wasn’t good enough to soothe it. It may have just been the hormones, but you were beginning to lose it.

If he’s so safe, send me to him with a new communicator, and I’ll help him complete his mission and bring him home.

You suggested. Hank gave you a knowing look and a frustrated sigh.

You know that’s not happening.

He dismissed Turing back to the work layed out on his desk. You scoffed, grabbing the back of his chair and turning him back towards you.

Why not? You’re the one saying it’s safe!

He was beginning to grow impatient and stood from his chair. He gently began leading you out of his office.

Because you’re six months pregnant, that’s why. Peter is fine. Because your going could not only jeopardize Peter's trust in me to take care of you and the mission but also yours and your baby’s health. That’s why, and you know that’s why. So please stop asking.

He explained shortly, grabbing the door and closing it. Pausing before he completely does.

Please stop asking seriously. I’ll let you know if something happens, and I’m here to talk, but I don’t want to argue about this anymore. I have a lot to do, so just please try to relax—for your baby’s and Peter's sake.

He begged, his annoyed tone now replaced with one of concern. You were pissed, but you should’ve known he’d say no. He has been for the last four weeks. You needed to find Peter. You needed to get to him and bring him home. This itching feeling wasn’t subsiding, and you knew something was wrong.

Come on, baby. We’re gonna go find a way to save Daddy.

You whispered to yourself, softly stroking your belly and walking away from the beast's now-closed office door.

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Charles…

You called out, entering his office with a gentle knock. A polite approach should be more convincing, you thought.

Come in yn. How’re you, how’s the little one?

He asked with a knowing look on his face.

We’re good. He’s healthy and growing nicely, thank you for asking.

You cheerfully answered, sitting across from him at his desk and resting a hand on your belly. You cleared your throat and gently placed a file of research you’ve been doing on his desk. He sighed.

No.

You didn’t even hear my pitch.

I don’t need to. I heard it the last two days.

He chuckled to himself, tapping his head.

Please, Charles. They’re witches, not mutants. This is more in my realm of expertise than anyone else in the mansion. I should be there.

You pleaded.

Yn…

He began, gently shaking his head.

No. I’m not letting anyone tell me I can't anymore. I know I’m pregnant, alright. I know Peter told everyone to keep an eye on me. And I bet you did want me to go on this mission, and he talked you out of it. There’s no way you didn’t with power like that.

You were intent on holding your ground. Charles took a moment to think, then met your eyes.

It was supposed to be you. I told Peter about the mission. That your powers resemble those of the divination witches in that dimension. I thought you would be better suited to go, but he insisted I send him instead. He was too worried about your baby to allow you to go on a mission. I offered to send him with you so you weren’t alone, but he didn’t like that either. He made it a point to tell me he would go alone and you were to stay here. Safe.

He explained. You had to admit you were turned on by Peter's fatherly instincts, but you couldn’t let that distract you right now.

I’ll be careful. I’ll be with him, the one person who will ensure my safety more than any other mutant or human on this planet or any other. Please, Charles… I can’t do another day like this, waiting for him to come home or wondering if he ever will.

You pleased, your eyes begging to tear up.

Yn I can’t…

He sighed. You could tell he knew you were right, but upon weighing the risk against the reward, he couldn’t allow himself to send you to your husband. So you used the last argument you had stored away for desperate times.

You know stress is bad for the baby.

You said bluntly. Charles made eye contact with you, taking in your misty red eyes and the tear stains running down your cheeks. He poked at your mind for just how much this was causing you pain, and then his eyes flickered to your stomach. A long pause later and a reluctant sigh, he looked to you again.

I’m sorry. It’s just too risky-

You didn’t let him finish shooting up from your seat and storming out of the office to yours and Peter's room. You slammed the door, threw yourself on the bed, and sobbed. Curled into a ball, holding your swollen stomach with one hand and clutching Peter's shirt you had been sleeping with, the other under your nose so you could smell him as you cried. Little did you know, Hank was standing outside of the office. Coming to deliver some reports on the mission to the professor and heard everything. He felt guilty about your interaction earlier in the week, but now he felt awful about not realizing how much this was hurting you. He made Peter a promise, but he couldn’t stand by and watch you suffer any longer. He knew you were right about the stress and the risk of it hurting the baby, and he knew if he did send you to Peter, he could protect you better than anyone else. So, after giving the professor his report, he headed to his office and began to devise a plan.

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You gave up. No one was going to help, and you would most likely never see Peter again, so you gave up. You were still in your clothes from the afternoon prior. You slept in them and had no motivation to move or change once you woke up. Your baby was beginning to kick like crazy, hungry because you hadn’t eaten since before speaking to the professor. You knew you should. You knew you were being selfish, but you couldn’t move. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You didn’t care, it was unlocked anyway so you let out a weak come in. The door opened, but you didn’t bother turning to see who it was. Hank carefully made his way into the room with a tray of breakfast for you. A peace offering. He was taken aback by what he could see of your appearance. You were in the same clothes, shoes still on, curled into the bed with Peter's shirt shoved as closely to your face as you could get it.

Yn…

He called gently. You weren’t surprised to hear his voice. Peter had specifically told him to look after you.

What Hank.

Your voice was coarse from crying, and Hank felt even more guilty than he had before.

I brought you breakfast...

He said, but you didn’t respond. You didn’t even look at him.

Yn-

I don’t want it.

You cut him off sharply. You did. You needed it. Your baby was hungry, and you were beginning to feel the sensation, too, but you were too stubborn and upset to take it from him

Eat yn. Judging by your appearance, you haven’t moved since yesterday. Your son needs food; at least eat for him.

You still didn’t respond. He sighed.

If you finish the tray, I’ll send you to Peter…

He said abruptly, looking down at the food.

What did you say?

You ask gently, turning to him and sitting up. The sound of movement made him look up at you again.

I heard you yesterday. I’m sorry for being so cold and brushing you off. I didn’t realize how much this was affecting you, and you’re right. Peter is the only person you’d be safest with on a mission in your condition. I don’t like how damaging this stress is on you or the baby, and Peter told me to look out for you, so I am. I’m sending you to him.

He quickly explained. You both just paused, staring at each other. You gestured for him to sit on the bed with you, and he did so carefully. Then, he handed you the tray. You took a few bites of the breakfast sandwich he made, then looked over at him as he smiled with relief.

Thank you, Hank.

You whispered, kissing his cheek gently. His smile grew wider as you continued to eat.

Just please be careful and take care of yourself. Of the both of you.

He pleaded quietly. You nodded and placed your head on his shoulder.

I will. I promise. Peter will too.

You both sat silently as you ate, your head on his shoulder, preparing for you to go off and be reunited with Peter.

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[ab1nsur]

*Scott walks into the Xavier institute living room covered in blue paint & over too Jean who is reading a book*

Scott: “Jean i need you to read everyone in the schools mind to find out who put the bucket of paint on top of my room door”

Jean: *uses her powers while reading* “found them but i’m not telling you though”

Scott: “please Jean” he begged

*she shakes her head no Scott walks out frowning over the fact she won’t tell him*

Jean: “He’ll most likely kill you when he finds out you did it Y/N” she tells him

*Y/N uses his super speed to sit across from her*

Y/N: “Shades isn’t fast enough Jeanie” he says calling Scott by the nickname he hates

*Jean looks up from her book & starts to laugh*

[fandomnerd9602]

Could you do Bree Davenport x male reader?

Y/N walks by…

Bree zooms by and kisses him…

Y/N: what the-?

Bree does it again…

Y/N: Bree? Are you kissing me with your super speed?

Bree: oh yeah. Sorry I don’t have time to slow down

Bree zooms by, Y/N grabs her and pulls her close…

Y/N: gotcha!

Bree giggles as Y/N pulls her into a kiss…

[invincibledc]

Flash!reader: have I ever told you that I love you?

Tim: a million times in about the span of five seconds.

Flash!reader: wanna make it a trillion?

[sexsylexi]

His Speedster

Roy Harper x speedster reader

Summary-

Roy Harper (red arrow) from Young Justice is on lookout duty when his speedster partner arrives. They share a playful moment and race to a coffee shop, where the reader wins and buys breakfast. During their conversation, they receive a mission call from Nightwing. Hand in hand, they head off, ready for their next adventure, with Roy cherishing every moment spent with his speedster partner.

--------------------------------------------------- The sun had barely risen over the bustling city, casting a golden hue on the skyline. Roy Harper, also known as Red Arrow, was perched on the rooftop of a tall building, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. He was on lookout duty, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Specifically, they were on you.

You, the speedster who had run into his life and turned it upside down. Literally. The first time you two met, you had accidentally knocked him over while chasing a villain. Since then, your paths had crossed numerous times, eventually leading to a relationship that Roy cherished more than anything.

As if on cue, a gust of wind signaled your arrival. You stopped beside him, a playful smile on your face.

"Hey, slowpoke," you teased, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Any action?"

Roy smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Nothing yet. Just the usual early morning peace."

You nodded, your eyes twinkling with excitement. "Want to race to the coffee shop? Loser buys breakfast."

"You're on," Roy said, already knowing he would lose but not caring. It was these moments with you that he treasured the most.

With a flash, you were off, and Roy followed, using his grappling hook to swing from building to building. Despite knowing he couldn't match your speed, he pushed himself, enjoying the thrill of the chase and the sight of you in your element.

You reached the coffee shop first, of course, already holding two steaming cups of coffee by the time Roy arrived. You handed him his with a grin. "Better luck next time."

Roy took the cup, his fingers brushing yours. "I'm starting to think you just like seeing me sweat."

You laughed, the sound making his heart race faster than any villain ever could. "Maybe. Or maybe I just like spending time with you."

The two of you found a quiet corner table, the morning rush yet to hit the café. As you talked about upcoming missions and personal anecdotes, Roy couldn't help but marvel at how lucky he was. You were his partner in every sense—on the field and off it.

Suddenly, your comms beeped, a call from Nightwing. You exchanged a look with Roy, both knowing duty called.

"Ready to save the day?" you asked, already vibrating with excitement.

"Always," Roy replied, standing up and taking your hand.

With you by his side, Roy felt like he could take on the world. And maybe, just maybe, keep up with you one day.

As you sped off to your next mission, Roy couldn't help but smile. Life as a hero was unpredictable, but with you, it was always an adventure worth taking.

[dementedspeedster]

//Do you ever wonder what Barry's life would have been like if he had Malcolm had been raised with his family? As an Allen. As Barry's brother. Like what would Barry's life be like then? What would Malcolm's life be like? How would that have changed their futures? The universe as a whole?

I think there should be canon alternate universes where this happens. I wanna see what could be done if Malcolm had been raised as an Allen. I wanna see what Barry's life would have been like. How the Flash legacy might have changed? The Thawne lineage? That might not exist at all if Malcolm never develops a hatred for Barry. (Bart still might though with his perpetual paradoxical existence.) Also what about the existence of Don and Dawn and their history? Would he have had the chance to raise his kids in the 20th-21st century? Would Don and Dawn been alive longer in the 20th-21st century?

There's just a lot of details that could be thrown up into the air by shifting the course of both Barry and Malcolm's lives in this one little way.

[ikibli]

Canon Flash/Kid Flash Title Succession(my best attempt)

Text Version Below The Cut

Jay Garrick/Flash 

Barry Allen/Flash

Barry Allen/Flash, Jay Garrick/Flash

Barry Allen/Flash, Wally West/Kid Flash, Jay Garrick/Flash

Barry Allen/Flash, Wally West/Kid Flash, Bart Allen/Impulse(potentially incorrect)

Jay Garrick/Possibly Flash?

Barry Allen/Flash, Wally West/Retired, Bart Allen/Kid Flash

Wally West/Flash, Barry Allen/Dead, Jay Garrick/Retired

Bart is probably around here somewhere but I’m not sure whether he’s Kid Flash or Impulse

Bart Allen/Flash, Wally West/Retired, Barry Allen/Dead, Jay Garrick/Retired

Wally West/Flash, Barry Allen/Dead, Bart Allen/Dead, Jay Garrick/Retired

potential alternatives for this time period include:

Wally West/Flash, Jay Garrick/Flash, Barry Allen/Dead, Bart Allen/Dead

Wally West/Flash,  Jay Garrick/Flash, Bart Allen/Impulse, Barry Allen/Dead,

Wally West/Flash, Barry Allen/Flash, Bart Allen/Dead, Jay Garrick/Retired

Barry Allen/Flash

Barry Allen/Flash, Wallace R. West/Kid Flash, Wally West/Stuck In Purgatory

Barry Allen/Flash, Wally West/Flash, Wallace R. West/Kid Flash

Barry Allen/Flash, Wally West/Flash, Wallace R. West/Kid Flash, 

plus one of(I honestly have no clue):

Bart Allen/Impulse

Bart Allen/Kid Flash

Barry Allen/Flash, Wally West/Flash, Avery Ho/Flash, Jay Garrick/Flash,

potential alternatives for this time period include:

Wally West/Flash(Primary), Barry Allen/Flash, Avery Ho/Flash, Jay Garrick/Flash

plus Wallace R West/Probably Kid Flash(he’s around here somewhere? Uh…)

Bart is either Impulse or Kid Flash

More Than One Somebody/Flash, Someone/Kid Flash, Me/Gave Up

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Matchup - 2/13/25

Original Matchup Request;

OHHH MY GOD GIRL I JUST GOT INTRODUCED TO YOUR ACC AND LEMME SAY: GORGEOUS WTF😞 okay BUTTT i just saw your MASHUP THINGY SO CAN I ASK FOR A DC ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP ⁉️⁉️⁉️

i have dark brown (normally blown out) hair that passes my collarbones so its medium length yk?? my eyes are dark brown too !! im 5’6 and a white hispanic (but im on more of the paler side) for my clothes i normally have some sort of acubi/downtown/coquette style?? like a mix of those!! tight shirts w baggy jeans ALWAYS. you’ll NEVER catch me wearing baggy shirts atp bro. for my body im kinda curvy?? i have thick thighs but a good waist yk?? so idk :(( i was also in cheer if that helps !!

i almost ALWAYS wear some light makeup !! like kinda dolly almost?? just makeup that helps my features 🤷‍♀️ i LOVE dressing up and putting on makeup too KEYGEE i have also adhd too so i could talk about everything and anything !!! until i get tired and go nonverbal whoops :( i tend to interrupt people a lot which might make me seem like a bitch but i try not to lmao😭 im also an ambivert??? meaning that some days i could be quiet, while others i could be REALLY loud. like yapper loud. i tend to be very loud with friends too lmao 😭😭but i dont like loud noises myself which is weird?? but im a total optimist !!

i totally CRAVE almost loud/chaotic environments tho!! like i canNOT handle silence and i wanna move to a big city like nyc!! my friends a loud and chaotic so thats why im loud too ig?? but sometimes i get too overwhelmed so i slso need a quiet one sometimes yk

im literally a TOTAL book nerd. like the fantasy, enemies to lovers, they’d both kill for each other kind of books, even tho i barely read anymore :(( im also a realistic hopeless romantic. i tend to destroy my delusions sadly😞 BUTTT INTO THE CONS i was born in a harsh environment where my parents argued a lot so if i get yelled at i would cry IMMEDIATELY. i would also get really pissed off :(( #certifiedcrier im also not that good at communication?? but yk

i also really love cats. like i LOVE LOVE cats. and i love attention. im an attention seeker too (but not the I WANNA DIE ones yk) also a certified pillow princess!

I hope you like your matchup!

<33333333

Enjoy!

Romantic Matchup; DC

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Romantic;

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DC;

Wally West -

You met Wally when you first joined the Justice League, completely new to the team but already making waves with your skills.

Wally was instantly drawn to your energy - your loud, chaotic nature matched his own, and he couldn't help but find it refreshing.

He started talking to you immediately, cracking jokes and throwing in a flirt here and there, just to see how you would react.

You rolled your eyes at him, but he swore he saw the tiniest smirk.

The first mission together was a mess.

But in a good way.

Your ADHD-fueled thinking helped you adapt fast, and Waly admired how quick you were on your feet.

He ended up saving you once, and you saved him twice - he never let that go.

"I mean, if we're keeping score, you totally owe me a life debt now."

"I save you twice, Wally."

"Yeah, but my save had some ~flair~."

Wally quickly became your partner-in-crime.

Whether it was training, hanging out in the Watchtower, or running missions together, you two were inseparable.

Your conversations were rabid-fire, bouncing between topics in the blink of an eye.

If anyone else tried to follow along, they'd get lost in five minutes.

He loved that you talked a mile a minute.

It was one of his favorite things about you.

If you ever apologized for interrupting, he'd wave it off, grinning.

"Nah, keep going. I like hearing you talk."

You'd both crash at each other's places in the Watchtower after a long mission, eating snacks and watching movies.

He had a habit of stealing your food at superspeed, and you'd retaliate by smacking him with a pillow.

He could've moved out of the way, but-

Wally was one of the few people who noticed when you got overwhelmed.

He had his own experience with an overactive mind, so he always knew when you needed a break.

He'd take you somewhere quieter, somewhere safe.

"Hey, it's okay. Just breathe, alright? You don't have to be loud for me to hear you."

He adored how passionate you were, whether it was about books, makeup, or your dream of moving to the big city.

He'd listen to you ramble for hours, eyes full of warmth.

Wally was down bad before he even realized it.

His heart raced - more than it already did - around you, which was saying something, considering his super speed.

He started noticing the little things - how you fixed your makeup absentmindedly, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about fantasy books, how you always smelled like something sweet.

The moment he knew was during a mission gone wrong.

You were cornered, and injured, and when he saw you in danger, he sped over to you instantly.

It wasn't just instinct - it was you.

He couldn't lose you.

He cracked a joke afterward, but his hands shook when he touched you, his usual bravado slipping.

That's when he realized; he was completely in love with you.

Wally tried so hard to play it cool, but he couldn't keep it in.

He started flirting more, getting bolder with his compliments, testing the waters.

"You know, if we were in one of those fantasy books you love, this would be the part where we dramatically realize our feelings."

"Uh-huh. And?"

"And I'm already there. I like you, like, a lot."

He had this nervous little smile, as if afraid you'd reject him.

But when you grinned and tackled him into a hug, he knew he had you.

Or rather, you had him.

Dating Wally meant constant affection.

He's always touching you somehow - leaning against you, throwing an arm around your shoulders, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers.

He loves spoiling you.

If you so much as mention wanting something, he's zipping off to get it before you could blink.

"Oh, you liked that book? Bam, got it in every edition."

"You were craving that one dessert from that one place? Done. It's in the fridge."

"You wish you had a cat? Bet. I already adopted three for you."

He's incredibly protective.

If someone raises their voice at you, he's immediately in their face, uncharacteristically serious.

"You don't talk to her like that."

Wally is the ultimate hype man.

If you're doing your makeup?

"Damn, babe, you look stunning."

Trying on a new outfit?

"Model status, 10/10."

Lazy days consist of you laying on his chest while he reads your favorite books to you, doing all the voices dramatically just to make you laugh.

He'd do literally anything to make you happy - because nothing made him happier than you.

He loves it when you do his makeup.

He'll sit perfectly still as you apply eyeliner, letting you experiment with different styles.

"Do I look pretty yet?"

You two blast music and dance like idiots, jumping on the couch, twirling each other around, laughing until your stomach hurts.

Why walk when Wally can zip you across the room in a second?

He picks you up randomly because he loves holding you close to him.

He loves lying in bed, talking about everything - life, love, the future.

He wants to hear every thought in your head, no matter how small.

Forehead kisses.

His absolute favorite thing.

Whenever he sees you lost in thought, he'll press a quick kiss to your forehead.

He would literally move the world for you if he could.

He'd do anything for you.

Frightening? Meh.

He always makes sure you feel heard - never rushes you, even if your thoughts jump from topic to topic.

If you get overwhelmed, he'll drop everything to help you, no questions asked.

He tries to learn about makeup just so he can understand what you're talking about when you get excited about a new product.

And also he would like to do your makeup someday too.

He keeps a list of things that make you happy, so he can surprise you when you're feeling down.

Cats.

Physical affection.

Clothing.

Makeup.

Etc.

You keep him grounded.

As fast as he is, you remind him to slow down and appreciate the moment.

You make sure he actually takes care of himself - this man forgets to eat sometimes, and you're not having it.

You listen to all of his dumb jokes, even the bad ones.

And you laugh, because honestly?

You love his stupid humor.

You think he's actually funny.

Unlike some.

You give him all of the attention he craves.

He's a speedster with a short attention span, and you always keep things exciting.

You are his safe place.

No matter how fast the world moves, he knows he can always come back to you.

Wally freaking West is a whirlwind of love and energy, but somehow, you match him step for step.

He adores everything about you - from your chaotic nature to the quiet moments when you just exist together.

Loving you isn't just something he does - it's who he is.

He's just a really loving guy.

:)