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i just got ghosted by the most evil situationship of all time i just need everyone to know that this next chapter is gonna hit so fucking hard

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they actually are!!! during both parts of Flashback and in The Viewers Decide

are aqualad and speedy ever on screen together at any point in teen titans go asking for a friend

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writing is so hard but also it’s all i’m doing

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i think robin has puppets that aren’t the titans for funsies

like he has a little worm one or something that he just plays with

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is this a challenge hulu.

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going to be away for spring break, but worry not, i scheduled posts

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No Matter How Mean

No wonder Barry always hated the Justice League retreats. He always thought it was a free vacation, but nope. It’s a torturous exercise in forced bonding mixed with an odd sense of corporate stuffiness.

Supposedly this “camp” for young heroes is meant to build community. So far the only thing that’s building is tension, sexual and otherwise. Especially between him and a certain other sidekick turned solo hero. Who decided a bunch of super-powered teens would be good candidates for a stay in cabins?

Apparently Batman. Well, the Justice League in general, but Batman is Wally’s least favorite member so he’s going to blame him. Speaking of things he blames Batman on, he’s been put in the Titans’ cabin. They’ve improved in cleanliness over the years, thank god, but it’s still hard to sleep on his bunk bed when all he hears is snoring and mechanical whirring.

On the second of three nights, he can’t take more of the noise. He has to go outside and clear his head. So he gets out of his bed, puts on his hard soled slippers, and slips into the night. He can’t get over the silence of nights here. There’s no buzzing, just crickets. No wind. It feels wrong.

Too dry, too quiet, too many stars. He sits on the porch. A line of ants pass by him on their way into a tiny hole in the wood walls. He watches them, all in a line trying to find something. Who knows if they’ll ever reach it. The cabin doesn’t seem to have an infestation.

The forest here is dense, untouched in a way he hasn’t seen before. The campgrounds are the only dent made in this area. How did they even get here? The hill this cabin sits on makes it easy to see the area, but the exit is still unknown. He can never get over how different California is, even after living here off and on for a while.

The rusty screen door creaks open and the crickets go silent. He looks up only to see Robin. In a pair of pajama shorts and an old t-shirt, they’re basically matching except for Robin’s lack of shoes. He’s somehow still wearing his mask, even in the mushy hours of the night.

“Wassup?” Wally says, fully not prepared to speak.

“Checking up on ya,” Robin mumbles. He doesn’t seem ready either. He sits down right next to Kid, closer to the porch’s support pole. Leaving the ants to crawl. Kid can’t stop watching them, even as a hand graces his waist. He leans into a hard shoulder and a wave of exhaustion covers him.

“How do you sleep with them?”

“Pills, mostly. But that’s how I sleep in general,” Robin graces him with a low chuckle, voice less shrill and more raspy in the tired night. It fills his heart with an odd warmth, spreading to his cold fingers.

“That’ll do it,” he says, quietly laughing along with him. “Thank god neither of us have to sleep in the same room as them 24/7. I’ve gotten my fill of it.”

“Tell me about it. We don’t go on road trips for a reason.” He says, hand gently massaging Wally’s waist.

“Mhm. Any other reasons?”

“Too many hookups”

“Like you’re above that,”

Robin giggles in response. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard it. Not like this. There’s nothing to impede it, nothing that makes him hold it back. A short, joyful, tinkling giggle. It’s wonderful.

“Okay, you’re right, but still. Just not a good idea. You should join the team. We’d like to have you,”

Wally turns to look at the other man’s face.

“We? Do you mean I?” He says with a sly smirk.

“Maybe I. Maybe we. Who am I to decide?” Robin replies before pressing a kiss to Kid’s temple. His lips are warm. The cool air nipping at his face is no match for them. A small smile graces his face, unburdened for the first time in this trip.

“I think you’re the main guy to decide, mister leader.” Wally replies before yawning. He hears Robin chuckle next to him. “Hey, I’m allowed to be tired…”

“And I’m allowed to laugh,”

“Fuck you,”

“Sounds like a plan.” He says with another laugh. That’s the most he’s ever heard in a row. What’s gotten into him?

“You’re horrible,”

“You don’t seem to mind.”

“I wish I did,”

“I’m not a genie, Kid,” he says, looking down the hill. “But I sure can try.”

“You don’t need to try just yet. Wait until the morning.” Kid mumbles, leaning into Robin’s chest. It’s softer than his shoulders, but still feels less like a person and more like the cabin walls.

“I’ll wait until morning,” Robin whispers as Wally’s eyes finally close.

He wakes up in his bed, somehow. The morning sun drifts through the transparent curtains, shining into his eyes with the wrath of a mad dog. He pulls the covers over his face. Regardless, a finger taps his shoulder. He groans and lifts his head just enough to see over the comforter.

He’s met with a smiling tanned face framed by bright pink hair.

“It is the morning! You must awake, or miss the breakfast.” Starfire chirps, clearly not as tired as him. She’s already in her suit, for gods sake. He mumbles unintelligible mush at her, and she just giggles.

“Please come, friend Kid Flash. It will be the delicious. Today is pancakes!”

“My one weakness…” He says with a yawn as he gets out of bed. He puts on flip-flops this time, making his way out the door and down the hill to the dining hall with her. Out of all the Titans, she may be his favorite. Her eternal smile soaks up the light and dark equally like a black hole. Starfire has never felt real, never mean or selfish in the way of others. Maybe it’s the way of her people, maybe it’s just her.

He doesn’t want it to change either way. The grass crunches under his feet. The longer blades scratch at his toes, hard and grey from a lack of rain. The clouds have started to cover the sky. Maybe the grass will turn green again.

The lights in the dining hall have always been too bright. He remembers when he was still a sidekick and he came here for some Justice League thing. Robin wasn’t there that time. He’d already broken things off with Batman. He’s here now, sitting in the middle of all the Titans. There’s two open seats: one across from him and one next to him.

He’s barely got two feet in the door before Star beelines for the seat across from Robin. Noticing their entrance, he pats the seat next to him. There’s already pancakes on his plate. He smiles to himself as he walks to their table.

When Wally sits down, a hand softly places itself on his thigh. He feels the blood rush to his cheeks. Robin continues talking to everyone, so he acts like nothing happened and begins eating. The pancakes aren’t bad, but they aren’t really good either. They taste like cardboard and butter while being just fluffy enough to not feel like rubber. Leave it to the League to fuck up pancakes.

They get shoveled into his mouth regardless. He has to eat to keep up with the speed his body runs at, after all. He can’t afford to skip meals. When he tries to get seconds, he finds his plate taken out of his hands. Looking up, he sees a pair of green gloves holding it.

“How much do you want?”

He smiles.

“Whatever you think is good for a guy that has 5 meals a day,” Kid answers with a hint of a laugh.

Watching him walk up to the buffet makes the rest of the table’s conversation disappear.

The third day is just breakfast and getting out of there. So when Robin asks him to help get their stuff to the car while the Titans mingle, he can’t say no.

Walking down, he notices that Robin put his hair in a small ponytail instead of spiking it. How did Wally miss that? Now that he’s seen it, though, he’s gonna use it to his advantage. He flicks it with a finger when Robin spends too much time looking at the trees and not enough looking at him.

“What was that for?”

“Attention,” He replies with a smirk.

“You suck,”

“You swallow,”

“Wanna find out?”

All his blood goes to his face. Maybe he does. The handles he’s holding feel slippery all of the sudden, and everything is heavier. He doesn’t look at Robin until they get to the car.

The drive back is so uneventful that his heart aches. Cyborg drives, Beast Boy controls the music, and the rest sit in various seats. Nobody takes the middle this time. Instead, Robin sits in the very back with him, taking the opportunity to gently squeeze his thigh again.

It’s almost mean the way he caresses Wally. The way he seems to love him wordlessly. It’s the work of a higher power out to get him, he’s sure of it. They can’t talk, not here. The most they can discuss is the weather. Not them, not last night, not the walk to car. Maybe it’s for the best.

Once again, he falls asleep on Robin’s shoulder.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63670894/chapters/163213729

Here’s the ao3 link to my newest installment

p.s. i’m giving you guys 10 chapters bc i love you

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Who Will Always Come When They Are Called

Outside the tower, Kid Flash and Robin stand apart, each pretending the other doesn’t exist. Robin takes a long drag of his cigarette with a practiced poise, so different from the hothead he usually sees.

Wally misses the taste on his tongue.

“Can I have one?” He asks, only slightly sure.

“Sure,” Robin says before he walks up to Wally. He places it in his mouth before lighting it with his own and walking back to his spot.

Kid takes a drag of it, or at least attempts to. He ends up coughing his lungs out. The only thing making him try again is the fact that Newports taste like the man he’s in love with. This time is better. His heart speeds up and his head aches. Why does Robin like this? He’s in love with a madman.

Then the feeling sinks in. The headache fades into a buzz and he feels alive for the first time all afternoon. The hot sun beats down on his face and when he looks at Robin he can’t help but feel like he’s in a dream. There’s only one thing to take him out of it.

The feeling of being watched as he looks off at the ocean. Having an island must have its perks. He wouldn’t know- raised in Central before getting holed up in an apartment, swimming never was his thing. So the urge to run in and get far, far away from here is confusing, to say the least.

Until Robin speaks up.

“So… about earlier…” He says slowly, the mentioning of it turning everything to molasses.

“About it?” Kid Flash returns as soon as Robin’s done. He looks away from him and back off into the ocean, taking another puff before even thinking about facing this. It’s like armor that gives you a sore throat.

“You know what I mean, Kid. We’re professionals, that’s not supposed to happen,”

“But it happened anyways. If you’re gonna kick me out of Jump then do it now,”

“That isn’t what I was going to say.”

Wally looks at the other man. He’s scraping the butt into the pavement with his steel toed boots like it was the one putting him in this situation. His expression is… neutral. Not one often seen. Normally thin lips would come with a furrowed brow, or fully opened eyes with an open mouth. Instead, he looks out at the ground, out at the horizon, not cold but lukewarm.

“Then what were you gonna say?”

“Is that… a real feeling of yours? Or was it a fleeting thing?” Robin says, leaning against the outer wall of the tower. His arms are crossed now that he doesn’t have anything to hold.

Wally draws in another breath, tasting like smoke and salt and him before he can answer.

“It wasn’t a fleeting thing,” A barely satisfactory answer, and he knows it. That crush has lingered for years, blossoming into desire and love and heartbreak as he matured. Robin’s brow furrows as though he wants to see into Kid’s mind. He feels a shiver run down his spine as the clouds shift and the sun intensifies.

Robin hums before he turns and goes inside. Leaving Wally there alone.

He’s really done it now. He sinks down to sit on the pavement, not even shielding his eyes from the evening sun. At least he still has half of this cigarette to keep him outside before he has to go inside and face the Titans.

Birds that he didn’t know existed begin to chirp and he misses the hum of cicadas. The summer sun never feels right without them. All Wally can feel is heat, baking his melancholy into his skin. A cigarette that never cools, a body that never slows down, and a sun that never sets. Welcome to California, the sunshine state of burnt skin and brown grass.

He never should’ve come here. Getting close to the Titans never left him without a permanent injury, so why did he try this time? Maybe that’s why the Flash was so adamant he stay away from Robin.

He flicks the butt out of his mouth and crushes it before the door wooshes open. Out comes Raven, surprisingly enough. She’s never been a fan of the summer weather. They’re pretty similar in that regard.

“What’re you doing out here?”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Don’t worry about it,”

Raven sniffs the air.

“Did Robin already go inside?”

“Yeah,”

“Fuck, I was gonna bum a cigarette off of him…”

“One step ahead of you,” Wally says before moving his boot to reveal the crushed butt.

“I thought all the Flashes couldn’t have that stuff?”

“Well, yeah, but when in Rome.”

“Felt. What were you doing out here with him?”

Kid sucks in a sharp breath. Nothing takes the edge off of his solitude now. It’s just him.

“Did he tell you what happened earlier?” He manages out. She raises an eyebrow.

“The whole Indiana Jones thing? Yeah,”

“Not that,” He presses his lips together. “The end of it.”

“The…?”

“Yeah,”

“He told me about it, yeah,”

She goes from floating to sitting next to him. Her posture mimics his, feet together with knees cradling the chest.

“How much did he tell you?”

“That you kissed him right before we finally took control of the system and saved you guys.”

“Nothing else?”

“No. The only other thing I got from him was the energy coming off of him. He seemed confused, at least, but there was something else I couldn’t place.”

“Do you think he-“

“Don’t get your hopes up,” She looks at him sternly. “I don’t think I’ve seen him love anybody. Not even himself. That’s a man you don’t want to entangle yourself with. I would know.”

“Really?” He looks at Raven. Out of all people, how could she fall for Robin too? She always seemed so… removed from everything.

She nods.

“Nothing came of it. I wanna keep it that way,” She sighs and looks at him. “It’s your life. But let me tell you: he’s not somebody you want to fool around with. Sure, he can make you feel head over heels, but eventually he’s going to walk away while you have a bruise on your forehead. That’s just how he is.”

Raven stands up, and he watches her do so.

“Dinner’s ready if you wanna stay for it.” She reverts back to her old monotone as he looks at her. He feels like a kicked dog. No way is he staying.

“Thanks for the offer,” he offers a weak smile. “But I need to get going. See you guys soon.”

He waves bye to her before setting off in a run. The feeling of his feet on the ocean takes him out of his head for a moment. Wind whipping his face and the slap of his boots create a pain so sweet that his teeth may as well rot in his skull.

He misses it once he gets to the pier. For the first time in months, he runs home without waving to people. It’s for the best.

Once he gets to his apartment he takes off the suit and flops down into the bed. Sleep for dinner sounds good right now. His stomach growls, hungry for something this world can’t give him. He sleeps on his stomach, trying to avoid the window showing the warehouse across the street.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63674461

I’m not posting this one on Tumblr bc 1) censorship and 2) I don’t wanna do that to people in the TTG tags. Non-plot necessary smut, if you want to read it happy birthday. If not, avoid, everything will still make sense in the main story.

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I drew something up real quick of Robin's (morally dubious) little sister!

this is beautiful and i love you and i love her go frolic

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For anyone that wants to go to ao3 for it :3

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Greyhounds Are The Fastest Dog

“So… where are we?”

“Don’t worry about it,”

God, Robin’s such a bitch to work with. He can barely take another minute of walking around this stupid dingy warehouse. At least the view is nice? Honestly, Kid doesn’t even know if that makes up for all those biting dismissals. If only he wasn’t such a jerk, then maybe this would be a decently good time.

But Wally doesn’t get that; instead he trips over something. Once he’s up, suddenly this warehouse isn’t nearly as dingy as before and Robin is about three times more annoyed. He really did himself in with this one. Looking down he sees the source of his fall: a wire. He was definitely getting screamed at after this one. Just like the past four times they got paired up for surveillance.

When he looks back up there’s a screen coming from the ceiling.

“Hey, was that there before?” he whispers.

“No, Kid Trash, maybe if you payed attention you’d know that,” Robin immediately shoots back. Scratch that, he’s getting screamed at AND excommunicated.

But he has to get back at Robin.

“Look, I just fell, cut me some slack. At least I can get the job done quick instead of waiting around for hours-“

He’s immediately cut off by the TV that is no longer static.

“Hello Ti- oh there’s only”-the figure leans in to look at them-“two of you. That’s new.”

“Just tell us your plan, Control Freak!” Robin spits the name out like it’s rotting in his mouth. Whoever this ugly red-headed guy is, they clearly have history. Kid Flash, on the other hand, doesn’t even know how he got into this situation.

“Fine, fine, I’ll cut to the chase,” the man waves a hand dismissively, “You Titans reminded me of one of my favorite franchises with your little desert escapade last month. I’ve even outfitted this warehouse with the mechanism of my favorite scene! Good luck, eh, Robin and whoever that is.” The TV cuts back to static, but not before they hear echoing whispers in the background.

“Does he usually have friends?”

“Quite the opposite, we’re gonna have to get creative”

“You know we have communicators, right?”

Robin turns to glare at him. He holds up the yellow device- the screen is red.

“He’s been in the game long enough to know to jam the signal. Unlike you.” Robin sighs and turns back around, putting the communicator back in his belt.

Specifically the pocket by his hip. His cocked hip that definitely isn’t wrapped in a surprisingly flattering pair of leggings. That Kid definitely isn’t staring straight at.

“Is it just me, or does this room seem smaller than before?”

That shrill voice is one of the only things physically able to pull his attention from his, ahem, scenic view. As prompted, Kid Flash looks around the large room. Only to find it’s much less large now. In fact, if his observations are right, they’re in some hot water.

“Shit.” The curse slips out about as fast as it can. Which, for a member of the Flash family, is very fast.

“What?!” Robin whips his head around.

“The walls.”

“What about the walls?”

“They’re closing in on us.” He can barely breathe enough to say it.

Robin starts to get closer. God his sweat smells nice. He needs him away from him. So, naturally, Wally shoves him.

“I swear to-“ Robin screams at him before pausing, “Why are you shaking? It’s Control Freak, not Trigon.”

“I’m claustrophobic.” he hears Robin swear under his breath before looking around yet again.

“Look,” the team leader is for once acting the part. “I’m not sure if we’ll make it out of this one with all the Titans out of town, so you might want to start accepting some things.”

“That is not what I want to hear right now!”

“No duh, Kid, but it is what it is. I’m not gonna lie to keep you happy.”

He hates how right Robin is. The walls are coming in alarmingly fast. At this point the massive warehouse is now the size of a bedroom, with him marking one corner and his companion the opposite one.

Fuck. He’s gonna die here. He’s gonna die, alone, at 19 with nobody around him but his longtime rival (and crush). These are his last moments. He really should’ve made a will. Who’s gonna take up his mantle? Why didn’t he even enroll in college? He’s got about three hundred bucket list items he hasn’t crossed off.

Robin keeps pacing throughout the room, boots softly thudding with every half-inch the walls move in. At this point it’s a walk in closet. And you know what? Wallace Rudolph West isn’t going to die a coward.

Robin stops pacing when he hits a wall. His eyes are closed and scrunched from the impact- this is his moment. He can cross something off his bucket list. This is the one thing he can rest easy knowing he did.

So, as his last action, he grabs Robin by the chin and kisses him. A bit badly, a bit awkwardly, but they’re about to be crushed anyways. But they don’t get crushed. In fact, when Robin pulls back, tomato faced and sputtering, all Kid Flash notices is that they’re still alive. The walls stopped. In fact, they’re…. retreating?

Turns out he does have to face consequences for this. Before he can be murdered in broad daylight that stupid TV comes back. This time, the faces on it are familiar.

“Hello friends!” Starfire adjusts the camera to not show the fighting in the background, “We are back and have apprehended the Control Freak.”

Robin sighs next to him, sagging down after being tensed up for what seemed like hours.

“Thanks, Star. That was a close one”

“None of the problems!”

The monitor shuts off and goes back into the ceiling. He’s really in for it now. Wally looks back at his companion fearfully. There’s something on his face that he can’t quite place. The other man sighs before waving him over.

“Cmon, let’s get out of here”

He follows.

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T-minus one hour

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for anyone that feels too cringe remember i exist and im doing. great

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i’m having so much fun writing this fic that i no longer want it to stand alone, however i am indecisive so i would like to ask the people for their input on my continuation.

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i found a golden candidate for rewriting in all my fics

i never let this one outside so it’d be fully new to you guys, thoughts?