#Kid Flash

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Sour grapes

[tarwis]

I'm not usually one for OG Robin or Titans fics, but I would really like a fic like that...

Okay but what about a scenario with the season one yj team, and maybe no one on the team knows who Batman and Robin are behind the mask, not even Wally.

And perhaps the team is getting annoyed that Robin knows all of their identities, but he won’t share his. They don’t care that he tries to explain that it’s not just his identity, it’s Batman’s, so it’s not just him who has to be comfortable with sharing it with them. It doesn’t matter if he explains how paranoid Batman is, how it’s Batman who makes the final call on if Robin can or cannot share his identity. They just blame Robin, calling him a bad teammate, a bad friend.

Kaldur is the only one who doesn’t press him, who assures him that he has no obligation to share his identity with them.

Too bad the rest of the team doesn’t seem to get the memo.

And maybe one weekend, Black Canary has insisted that the team spends the weekend together. It’s a long sleepover, it’s team bonding. It’s so they can actually have a chance to act like kids.

And Robin had been excited. He’d been really looking forward to it, even if Batman did insist that he wear a mask the entire time. It’s more reliable than sunglasses, Batman said. More likely to stay in place. Not easy to remove like the sunglasses are.

Dick had laughed and said that it’s not like anyone would try to take his glasses off, but he complied with Bruce anyway. It did make him feel a little better, knowing the mask would be in place all weekend and he wouldn’t have to worry about slipping up.

But then he fell asleep during a movie. It had been a very long week, what with school and patrol and training leading to some very late nights. He was exhausted, and it was getting late into the night, and the movie was so boring. He fell asleep curled up on the floor between the coffee table and the couch, cocooned in a layer of blankets.

And he woke up to fingers trying to pry his mask off. Training took over, it was pure instinct, because Bruce has drilled into him how important it is to keep his mask on, to not let anyone remove it, even if he’d been kidnapped by a rogue and incapacitated. Anyone touching near his face makes him wake up instantly, and he grabs the hand that was near him and snaps it before backing away.

A pained yelp wakes him up more, reminds him where he is, because it was Wally whose wrist he just broke. It was Wally who was trying to remove his mask.

Dick is breathing heavily and looking around the room, trying to figure out what’s going on. But now he has the others yelling at him, asking him what’s wrong with him, why would he hurt Wally like that, it was just a joke.

“It’s not a joke!” he shouts at them, his voice cracking. “You were gonna take off my mask!”

“Oh come on, boy blunder, it’s not that serious!” Artemis argues.

“Yes, it is!” he gasps. “You can’t just take off my mask! I’ve told you all a million times that I’m not allowed to let you know who I am!”

“It’s not like we’d even recognize you just because we took it off!” M’gann argues.

That’s arguably false, considering Dick Grayson’s face is on the cover of one of the magazines M’gann currently has on the coffee table right that instant.

“That’s not the point!” Dick shouts, but he’s already grabbing his stuff and throwing it all into his bag before he darts to the zeta tubes. He’s hyperventilating and trying very hard not to outright panic when he runs into Kaldur, who looks concerned and confused. He was coming from the direction of the bathrooms, he must not have been in the room when they decided to try and take a peek.

���What’s going on?” Kaldur asks, moving to place a hand on Dick’s shoulder.

Dick flinches away, feeling bad when Kaldur looks sad.

“I’m going home,” Dick tells him, his voice cracking again. “Wally’s wrist is broken.”

“Robin? What happened? Are you alright?” Kaldur tries to ask, but Dick is shaking his head.

“They tried to take off my mask,” Dick whispers, but he’s putting in the code for the Batcave and leaving before Kaldur can say anything else.

Bruce is still hunched in front of the Batcomputer when Dick gets back, and he’s surprised to see him so soon. But he opens his arms when Dick rushes towards him, and he holds him tight and calms him down when he realizes how upset Dick is.

When he finds out that they tried to take off Dick’s mask while he was asleep? He’s livid.

He doesn’t let Robin join the team again for months. Which is fine by Dick, because he doesn’t want to work with them anyway. He misses Kaldur, but Robin and Aqualad find ways to hang out away from Mount Justice, away from the others. Aqualad relays to Robin how poorly the team performs when Robin isn’t there to pick up the slack, how their lack of experience is becoming quite evident when their mission success rate plummets without Robin.

What happens next? Idk. Maybe Dick starts his own team with Donna, Garth, and Roy. Idk.

[faiyaart]

Time passes, but something remains the same.

I hate Teen Titans Go.

[the-overanalyzer]

Bart got banned from Goodreads for suspicion of being a bot after posting 25,000 reviews in a single day.

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i love spongebob

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u just know the birdflash tag hates to see me coming

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Wally West, the MOST skrunkly

[b1rds0fpr3y]

Hai your aesthetic is so cute omg!! Any dating headcanons for wally west? ^-^ can be SFW or NEFW, as you like it!

haiiiii anon, tysmmmm! i loved writing this i hope you love ittt!! ^w^

WALLY WEST HCS!!

warnings: mentions of lipstick, aftercare, pda, nsfw content (mdni) , small mentions of rough sex, praise.

sfw!

as we know wally is fast paced. whether it's talking, working, saving civilians, basically anything. but as soon as he meets you, life slows down. he feels the need to slow down around you.

you're calm after the storm. when he comes home from parading around the city, needing just an inch of normalcy, he knows you'll be there. baking, reading, talking on the phone, or even sleeping. he knows once he sees you he doesn't need to worry, he doesn't need to speed up.

i feel as if when you guys are sleeping together he needs to be CLOSE to you.  and i don't mean being in the same bed. this man needs to be under your skin. so close he wants to feel your heartbeat in his hand. 

even if you complain you're hot, this man will scooch just an inch away thinking it gives you more space. his arms still tight around you, his head still in your neck feeling the pulse of your heartbeat that slowly grounds him after such a long day. 

if you're a league member there is no doubt that wally has been plotting on you since the beginning. 

he'd beg bats to let you two on missions together, or stake outs. whatever this man could get his hands on he'd take it.

and secretly bats was trying to get you two together.

when you guys finally moved in together after dating for over a year, his closet became your closet. his shirts were your shirts. you wore his clothes whenever you wanted, and he never minded, never complained, just blushed. 

you'd wear them to bed, the store, out with your friends, working, whatever it was that you were doing you were most likely wearing one of his shirts. and he never ever minds. because the more you wear his shirts, the more he knows he's yours. 

i just know he would LOVE LOVE LOVE matching costumes for halloween. he would agree to whatever you suggested, no matter how embarrassing it was, he would agree because he knew you would love it. 

i feel like he doesn't necessarily like curse words but he'd use them from time to time, but most likely he'd go with the safer option, not only because he dosen't favor cursing but because it would make you laugh.

you two would be in the middle of a mission and if he got hurt he would just scream anything, i think most likely he would scream "holy guacamole", because he loved that it would get a laugh out of you. even in the most serious situations he KNEW how to get you to laugh. 

wally CRAVESSSS  your kisses. no matter where or what time. all he wants is your lips on him. he would absolutely love it if you left lipstick marks on him (if you wear lipstick). he would just show the mark to EVERYBODY because he loves being yours. 

wally would never ever push you to do something you don't want to do. and this stands for anywhere. he knows your boundaries and what you are comfortable with and he never ever wants to push you out of your comfort zone  unless you say he can. 

he just sends you random things. a random picture of your pet while you're away to a photo of a pickle with no caption. his texts come in all different varieties. 

this man is huge on pda, he just loves to show off how beautiful you are. because who wouldn't want to brag about you, how gorgeous you are.  it isn't huge gestures though, small ones that make a large impact. like putting his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through a crowded walkway or crowd. small kisses on your hands when he directly can't kiss your lips. but trust somehow, some way, he will have his hands on you. 

he loves soft mornings with you, barely awake kisses and hearing your soft snores. he loves the feeling of your breath fanning into his neck. 

nsfw!

this man hates rough sex, HATES IT and LOATHES IT. he cannot stand hurting you or even being mean to you.

the image of him tugging on your hair, or slapping your ass, or even just calling you a slut just hurts his heart.

so he likes to take it slow.

soft touches and soft words. so intimate. He'd have your favorite slow songs playing in the background, lights dimmed, your favorite candles lit. everything you need to feel comfortable. 

back to the pda thing, he just LOVES to tease you in public. on the outside people saw the light kisses and the hand squeezes.

but what they didn't see was the soft brushes of his fingers over your panties as he placed his hand on your thigh softly striking his hand back and forth. 

he'd whisper such dirty things in your ear and to other people they thought it was just sweet nothings and funny pick up lines. 

what he would really say was how he wanted you in bed that night. how good your ass looked,  or even how he can't get the smell of you off his fingers. 

whatever it was, it had you begging for more and blushing like a schoolgirl. 

he would use his powers to the fullest. 

vibrating his fingers just fast enough to get you off in nearly a minute. 

and if that didn't make you want more, he also could get you anywhere he'd love to get you anywhere he wanted you.

he could get to the kitchen, to the shower, to your home office in mere seconds without any warning. 

he talks during sex. more than he should. sometimes there little praise on how good you're taking them or how beautiful you are. he comments on how he couldn't get you out of his mind. or how he had dreamt of this exact  moment. 

aftercare is always so slow and gentle. soft kisses and praise of how good you did. he'll wrap you up in his arms and slights rub his fingers over your cheek and upper torso. 

he will always always  always clean you up. no matter how tired or unwilling he knows you hate having yourself in a mess.

love, annie ꨄ︎

[urktola]

Bart is right🤭

[moviecritc]

✦ ˚ : · MY DREAM GIRL · : ˚ ✦

pairing ☆ wally west x fem!reader

word count ☆ 1K

summary ☆ wally west with a girlfriend that sleep-talks

warnings ☆ none. this is just pure fluff

a/n ☆ i love writing for this man even though i only read the comic where he completely slaughters half of the heroes in an ai psychiatric

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When you told Wally you talked in your sleep, he had imagined some cute gibberish and a little sleepwalking. But now, over a year into dating and living together, you were taking a year off his life every night.

You’d hit him, threatened him, shoved him out of bed. You thought the bruises on your boyfriend’s ribs were from his superhero life, not from your elbows in the middle of the night.

At first, Wally would tell you in the morning what you’d said in your sleep, how you’d put a hand over his mouth, pointed to the door, and whispered:

“The British are coming,” in the most terrifying voice he had ever heard.

“The best part is you said it with the most flawless British accent I’ve ever heard,” he told you the next morning, while you buried your face in your hands.

You were embarrassed, of course. Especially because it was constant, even if he stopped telling you about it, you knew you were still bothering him in your sleep with your shouts and outbursts.

Wally had started jotting your quotes in a little notebook he kept well hidden in his nightstand drawer, so he wouldn’t forget them and could throw them back at you now and then. He approached it with a mix of fascination and fear. Every time he got into bed with you, he felt like he was entering a kind of dreamland Russian roulette. Some nights were sweet, and you’d just giggle softly and murmur his name; other nights, you’d scream in his ear that someone was watching you both.

One night, past four in the morning, you asked him if he thought Batman slept with socks on.

But the best, or worst, depending on how you looked at it, was when you kissed him in your sleep. He was wide awake, playing on his phone, when you climbed on top of him like a half-zombie, cupped his face and whispered:

“I’m going to steal a kiss from you. And then your powers.”

You said it so seriously Wally almost believed you.

“Oh yeah?” he teased, knowing full well you weren’t hearing a word.

You leaned in and kissed him, not on the lips, but just under the eye. Wally didn’t mind.

Then you collapsed onto his chest with a dramatic sigh and muttered something about a cosmic trial starting at dawn. And immediately began to snore.

He stayed there, frozen, one hand resting on your back, staring at the ceiling.

“What trial, babe? Am I invited?” he whispered, like he didn’t want to wake the galactic priestess you seemed to become in your sleep.

In the morning, you remembered nothing. As always. But that time, Wally didn’t tell you anything. He just watched you eat breakfast in your pajamas, your hair a mess and a piece of toast hanging from the corner of your mouth.

“You know, the sleep-talking thing is getting serious. Last night you tried to steal my powers.”

You stared at him, blinking, as he grinned triumphantly, mug in hand.

“Don’t make stuff up,” you said, mouth full, your dignity completely ruined by the smear of jam on your cheek.

Wally came over, wiped your cheek with his thumb, and kissed your forehead.

And even if you acted like you didn’t care, a bit later, while he was doing the dishes, you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. You pressed your forehead between his shoulder blades and murmured, very softly:

“If I ever manage to actually steal your powers…” you began, lips pursed. Wally barely turned his head to look at you. “I’ll replace you as the Flash. And I’ll wear a pink suit. With glitter.”

Wally burst out laughing. “Are you dreaming again?”

You clicked your tongue and gave his arm a soft slap. He dried his hands with the kitchen towel and turned around to look you straight in the eyes.

“I’m absolutely in love with you,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours until your noses touched. “But please don’t mess with my suit while you’re asleep.”

“You’d look amazing in pink, it matches your hair.”

You hugged his waist a bit tighter and rested your whole face against his chest. Wally laughed again, this time softer. He hugged you back, his arms over yours, gently swaying from side to side.

Over the years, he collected your best dream-ideas: a plan to invade Metropolis, your acceptance speech for the keys to Star City after overthrowing Oliver Queen as mayor, a very detailed pitch to convince Dick that when he got married, he should enter the church with a backflip, and even a proposal to hide plastic ducks in the Watchtower.

But one night was different.

You woke up crying. Without saying a word. You just sat up in bed, hugging your knees, cheeks wet, eyes blank. Wally reacted in half a second. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, rested his chin on your shoulder, and said nothing. He was just there. Like always.

“There was fire,” you murmured, like you were still seeing it. “And you were there. But- but you weren’t moving.”

Wally hugged you tighter.

“I’m okay. I’m here. Nothing happened,” he whispered. He stroked your arm gently, convincing not just you, but also your subconscious. “And if there ever is fire, I’ll get us out. You know that.”

“You were burning,” you added, eyes closed. You turned to him, searching for his face with your hands, as if you had to make sure he was still really there. “You couldn’t run.”

Wally swallowed hard. He took your hands and pressed them to his chest.

“That’s not going to happen. But if it ever did…” he smiled softly, “you’d come save me, right? In your pink glitter suit.”

You laughed through your tears, and it was one of the sweetest things he’d ever heard in his life.

“Duh. And with the coolest heels.”

“That would be spectacular,” he said, kissing your forehead. Then he lay down with you and tucked you in, like he could protect you from your own dreams too.

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