#wally west fic

[hanasnx]

saw you wanted to write for wally west and when it comes to thirsts i think we can all admit that man is a walking, shit-talking vibrator in the bedroom and as a fandom we don’t talk about it nearly enough and i swear i cannot get the thought of him and a wayne!reader going behind dick’s back out of my head. 😍😍

also, i’m obsessed with ‘that girl’ jj vs. rafe + the fake dating trope adds ten years to my life.

thank you! i’ve been rly liking rafe x reader x jj like ugh i’m a sucker for a love triangle trope. i’m not usually into the fake relationship thing but it just fit the scenario, had to give it a shot.

as for the wally thirst, thank you again bcos i’ve been rly trying to branch out and be able to write for old flames of mine. wally’s underrated, i adore him.

wayne!reader who’s close with dick to a point where he calls you his little sister. affectionately protective, he jokes that he’ll beat up anyone that hits on you when you express trepidation in going with him to a bar or club. and when wally expressed any kind of interest, obviously dick only saw it as a threat. sure they’re friends, but that comes with knowing each other and dick knows wally’s bad news with girls. he doesn’t want to be the reason— the bridge, per se— that introduced you and wally, only for wally to put a sour taste in your mouth with his clumsy advances and brash personality. dick loves him, but he knows he can be a tough pill to swallow.

quite the opposite, you’re embarrassingly attracted to wally. and he curses himself for promising dick he’d keep away from you.

“you know i told your big bad brother i was gonna steer clear from you, right? you’re putting me in some hella risk here.” and you put a finger to his lips with a coy smile.

“sure, but i’m not gonna tell him, are you?” you reply.

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For Every Loss, There is a Win -W.W. [18+]

Warnings: Language, angst, smut, face riding, oral sex, wally being too adorable for words, is my love for soccer seeping through?

Pairing: Soccer Player!Wally West x Reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.26K

A/n: Big thanks to Fish for helpign me with this! Love you! This is a part two to my previous soccer wally fic! I hope you enjoy!

It killed you to see him like this, Wally never took losing a game easy but this was a new low. His eyes were glued to his phone, taking in every negative comment fans and rivals had to say about the game, and how he flubbed the final shot. What made it worse was the sports channel was playing on the T.V. highlighting moments from the game, including Wally’s performance.

“I’m not sure what West was doing out there today Rob, but as you can see he immediately stepped wrong from the get go.”

“You’re right Nick. What he should have done was pass, and let someone else take the shot.”

“Maybe West has let the fame and glory get to his–”

You couldn’t take it, ripping the plug out of the wall you walked over and took Wally’s phone out of his hand.

“Hey! Babe I–” he protested, before you walked off with his phone and hid it where he wouldn’t find it.

“Wally, you have got to stop listening to them,”

“Y/N, they’re right! I was getting too ahead of myself and I–”

Pinching his lips shut, you frowned. “If I hear one more negative comment, you won’t get any of the tacos I made.”

Wally slumped his shoulders and nodded, with a muffled “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, now go sit your cute butt down and eat and then we can snuggle.”

Once you released his lips, Wally sulked off to the couch and ate. Your dinner was silent, Wally still stuck in this pit of depression he couldn’t seem to find his way free from. You had to find a way to get him out of this rut he found himself in.

Not even bothering to take care of the dishes, you grabbed Wally’s hands and led him back towards the couch. Taking a seat, you pulled him down with you and rested your head on his chest. Wally’s hand found its place on your waist, holding you close on his lap as you turned on the television, and found the perfect thing to get his mind off the game.

The mind numbing mediocreness that is known as Dora the Explorer.

Wally snorted a little, and pulled you closer. “Dora, really?”

“I think you need to work on your Spanish babe,” you teased, pecking his cheek.

“It can’t be that bad,”

“We’ll decide that at the end,”

Rolling his eyes, Wally relaxed with you in his hold as he watched the T.V. The short program seemed to be just what he needed, the mundane task of watching a children’s show and poking at him to participate when Dora asked for help.

“Babe, I’m not saying it.”

“Wally, Dora clearly needs your help.”

“Nope,” he shook his head. “Not doing it.”

Raising a brow, you turned him to look at you. “I’ll give you a kiss if you do,”

You watched as the thought passed through his mind, Wally side-eyeing the T.V. before turning to you. “Swiper, no swiping.”

Ever so softly, you leaned closer and pressed a kiss to his lips, before looking at him with a smile.

“Swiper, no swiping.” he said again, with a hint of his humor returning to his voice.

You obliged, and leaned in for a kiss again, this one lasting a second longer than the last. Wally’s hold on your waist tightened slightly, before he relaxed again.

“Swiper, no swiping.” he said again, his eyes not leaving you.

“You’re just looking for an excuse to kiss me now,”

“Am not, Dora has to say it three times before Swiper goes away.”

Turning so you’re straddling his lap, you pressed a third kiss to his lips. This time Wally held your waist with both hands, keeping you closer long enough he could inhale your scent as he kissed you.

Pulling away, you couldn’t fight the smile at his wide eyes. Every time you kissed him, he looked like it was your first all over again. You never got tired of the adoring look on his face.

“Nicely done babe, you got rid of Swiper.” you teased, poking his chest.

“¡Lo hicimos!”

“Now you’re just looking for an excuse,” you giggled,

“Dora says it every episode, I’m learning, see?” he hummed expectantly, looking at your lips he craved so much at this point.

Gripping your waist tightly, Wally watched as you leaned in and gave him another kiss. This one was different from the others, it was more urgent and needy than before, almost like you didn’t want to stop.

“Eres hermosa”,

“I don’t think you learned that from Dora, Wally.” you giggled,

“I’m pretty sure I did,” he grinned, knowing full well you couldn’t resist kissing him again.

“You’re insufferable,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him once again. This time, Wally didn’t intend to let you go so soon.

Having you on his lap was driving him insane, but he had to control his urges. You were just wanting to cheer him up, not have sex. Not wanting to lose it, Wally moved a hand to cradle your head.

Big mistake.

The cute little noise you made sent all the blood rushing straight to his dick Wally was sure you could feel pressing against your thigh now. Pulling back from the kiss, Wally could feel your breath fanning over his face as you panted to catch your breath.

The smell of you enveloped him, making it harder to not flip you and fuck you right there on the couch. He had to find a way to calm down, not wanting to make you do something you didn’t want.

You weren’t sure what was going through his mind, but you watched all thoughts halt as you reached down to grasp his cock in your hand, pulling a pathetic whine from his lips.

“Babe–” he gasped, against your lips.

“Yes?” you tilted your head to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You-You sure you w–want this?” he stammered, trying to hold back his moans from you fondling him through his pants.

Stopping your movements, you leaned back to look at him. “I’m the one who just grabbed your dick, and you’re the one asking me if I want to?”

Wally’s ears went pink.

“Do I need to grind on it for you to get the hint?” you grinned.

“No, but I would not complain. Maybe if you sit on my face, I might.”

You slapped his arm, giggling as he waggled his eyebrows.

Tightening his grip on you, Wally grinned. “Hurt me good, Babe.”

Raising a brow at him, you pushed Wally back onto the couch and watched as he landed with wide eyes looking up at you. Adjusting your hips, you grinned seeing the shocked look on Wally’s face.

“What’s the matter babe, cat got your tongue?”

Wally leaned back into the couch, watching as you moved your hips up his body slowly left speechless at your actions. Before he knew it, your thighs were beside his head, giving him a perfect view up your skirt.

Hooking your thumbs into the band of your underwear, Wally watched as you slowly slid them down your hips, his mouth watering at the sight of your soaked pussy.

Once you got them down to your legs, Wally helped you get them off and tossed them across the room. Running your hands down his chest, you felt Wally shudder under your touch as you lowered your hips onto his face.

His hands came up to grip your hips, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Wally lapped his tongue through your folds, pulling you impossibly closer to his face, listening to the sweet moans coming from you. You were sure his hands were going to leave marks from how tight he was gripping you.

"If you behave, maybe I'll let you do the same to me."

Immediately, Wally’s tongue picked up the pace as he tried to taste every inch of you he could.

Gripping the bottom of his shirt, you rocked your hips into his face moaning as he ate you out like it was his last meal.

“Oh–Just like that baby,” you moaned, closing your eyes and tossing your head back. “Such a good boy for me.”

Wally whined at the nickname, your name lost on his tongue as he continued as you canted your hips against his face. The raunchy sounds of Wally’s tongue entering and suckling all he could out of you.

Leaning forward, you slowly unzipped Wally’s pants hearing him groan softly at the release of his jeans. Letting out a low moan, you mouthed at this length of his cock your breath fanning over his crotch.

“Does my good boy want me to suck his cock?” you asked, gripping his thighs tightly as you slowly lost yourself in the pleasure of Wally’s tongue on your pussy.

Wally bucked his hips in response, pulling you lower onto his face not caring one bit about coming up for air. If he wanted, Wally could live out the rest of his days with his face buried between your thighs, lapping at your sweet cunt and listening to the pretty sounds you made for him.

Pulling his pants and his boxers down, you stroked your finger and thumb up and down his cock, smearing the precum over his shaft before taking it into your mouth.

Wally moaned loudly, digging his fingers into the supple flesh of your thighs as you swallowed his cock. Bobbing your head, you felt Wally melt under your touch as he continued to eat your pussy.

Rocking your hips, you whined around his cock feeling the familiar build up of your orgasm. Your cries were muffled as you chased your high, unable to focus on Wally’s cock in your mouth. Wally felt your walls tighten around his tongue, before you released on his face coating it in your juices.

Wally moaned, lapping up every bit he could, savoring every drop. Swallowing all he could, Wally lifted your hips.

“Ba–Babe,” he gasped in between breaths. “Turn over, now.”

You barely heard his request before you were flipped onto your back and Wally was shoving his cock down your throat. A loud moan left him as he thrusted his hips, listening to the wet sounds of you choking on his cock.

Looking down at you, Wally saw the fucked out look on your face and grinned. “Look at my baby girl taking my cock so well,” he hummed.

“Should I reward her?”

There were muffled pleas from you, followed by gagging as Wally shoved his cock deeper. Leaning down, Wally licked a strip between your folds that had you squealing around his shaft. Wally loved the taste of your pussy, your release sweet on his tongue as he devoured you.

Moving his hips, Wally continued to lap at your wall and press his thumb to your clit as he nipped at your folds slightly. Each one had you curling your toes and kicking your legs.

Feeling his balls tighten, Wally moaned against your pussy as he continued to move his hips.

“Just a little more baby,” he hummed, kissing your cunt. “Just a little more and you can have my cock all you want, okay?”

Thrusting his hips, Wally moaned your name as he cummed down your throat, before you cried out and reached your climax.

Thoroughly exhausted, Wally carefully rolled off you and flipped around before pulling you close. Placing kisses all over your face, Wally began taking his shirt and pants off. Once done, Wally pressed a kiss to every bit of exposed skin as he helped you get the rest of your clothes off, covering you in kisses still before slowly slipping his cock into you.

Letting out a low moan, Wally held you close and kissed your shoulder. “So fucking perfect, just for me.”

“Imagine how I feel,” you gasped, clenching around his shaft as you adjusted to his girth.

“After we nap, I promise to fuck you properly baby.”

Leaning back into him, you hummed. “I look forward to it.”

A couple hours later, and some wonderful wake-up sex, you and Wally were tangled up on the couch in a woolen blanket knitted by Wally’s mother, whom you’ve met and had dinner with.

Wally’s face was nuzzled into your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

His hair tickled your face making you giggle, “Wally, what are you doing?”

“Loving you,” he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to your tacky skin.

Stroking your fingers through his hair, you held him close. “You still aren’t thinking about the game are you?”

Wally’s sudden silence gave you all the confirmation you needed.

“Babe, you can’t let them get to you.”

“Y/N, you haven’t seen what these people are capable of.”

Raising a brow, you turned your head to look at him. “I’ve shown you what people have said about me being your girlfriend, do you have any idea how much that hurts?”

“Probably something like this?” he muttered, peeking an eye to look up at you.

“Something of the sort, yeah. It never gets any easier, but knowing I get to come home to you every day makes it that much more worth it.”

Wally stayed silent, thinking over your words and of course you were right but he wasn’t going to say that out loud. Wally had an ego to protect after all.

Instead, he snuggled closer to you.

“You know I love you right?”

A small smile formed on your lips. “Of course I do, and I love you too, Wally.”

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[inkareds]

Sun-Kissed Skin Wally West // 500

nav // dc m.list // ko-fi ✧.* warnings: ficlet, very very uneditted, wrote this in a whim at 12am, apologies ✧.* genre: SFW // Fluff

Unsurprisingly enough, Wally West wasn't much of a morning person. That was Dick's thing when he wanted to be productive. But Wally? Even the days he had planned to be productive, somehow he could sleep through a hundred of his alarms and wake up late into the day if no one physically woke him up.

He thought living with you, thus having to wake up with you every day and go back to sleep every night with you in his arms would fix that situation. After all, though you did always wake up earlier than him, the ruffling of the sheets, the moving of limbs from around him, and the sounds around the apartment should wake him up right? Wrong.

In fact, the sound of the water as you take your morning shower or the ruffling of sheets as you make your way out of the bed. Made his brain realize that you were tangible and that you were here, with him. Thus bringing him so much unprecedented warmth and comfort it lured him into a deeper sleep.

It isn't until you wake him up with a flurry of kisses or the smell of breakfast being cooked that Wally gets up from the bed.

There were times though, extremely rare times, but times indeed, where he'd wake up just earlier before you.

This was one of those times.

Wally's eyes cracked open just a little bit, adjusting them to the sumlight that peeked through the curtains. Despite having them somewhat closed, they were letting in more sunlight than he wished. It came in rays, beaming rays that illuminated the room with bright lines.

He squinted as a low groan erupted from the back of his throat. He was just about to sit up and stretch his muscles when a sudden murmur of words caught his attention. Wally's eyes immediately darted downwards towards his arms.

That was when he realized, for once, he didn't wake up alone. You were still deep in your sleep, cuddling with Wally's side as your subconscious forces you to murmur words of confusion as to why your loving partner was trying to get up. Wally surpressed a chuckle from exploding and relaxed back into the bed.

He spent a few moment just staring at you, smiling as one of his hands slowly carress your cheek. You looked absolutely majestic.

Despite your morning breath, messy hair, slight drool on the corner of your mouth.

Wally couldn't help but let a goofy smile creep towards his expression. You looked incandescently adorable. He felt his heart swell a thousand fold as you shifted in your sleep. Moving towards him and pulling him closer to your embrace.

In the arms of the person he loved most. Wally West found himself drifting right back to unconsciousness. Just as he thought telling you when the two of you woke up about how he woke up before you. Then imagining how you would never believe him.

His smile brightened as he took one last glance at you.

Maybe this could be the motivation to wake up earlier.

He leaned in to press a small kiss on your sun-kissed skin. The rays of sunlight making you more ethereal than he thought could be possible. Before drifting back to the realms of sleep.

RIght, I apologize about how short this was, this was written on a whim because I suddenly got inspiration, and I swear I am writing my Matt Murdock fic I SWEAR I AM WRITING IT, And I swear I am writing my Dick Grayson fanfic AND my Druig Fanfic... I just need to edit them and I hate editting so,.... haha yes....

btw... bcs I saw you guys were interested

@fandomfaeryreads and @the-flying-graysons

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — this is the fluffiest, cutest thing that i’ve ever written and i’m actually proud of myself for sticking with it lol

as always, lovely dividers by @firefly-graphics​ 

The soft grumbles of a storm sang against the wind.

The faint pitter-patter of rain played against the glass of your window as your mind’s eye tried to coax you back to sleep. 

One of your hands reached out to the left side of your bed, a ritual you practiced every morning between the indigo of the sky and the rise of the sun. Instead of the cooled cotton, your fingers ran along familiar skin. 

A sleep-thick chuckle rumbled from his chest. “What are you doin’, Y/N?” 

You nestled deeper into his side, shifting so that his arm around your shoulders. “I thought you’d left already.”

Wally wrapped an arm around you and pressed his face against the top of your satin bonnet. Slow, even breaths left his lips; he’d fallen back to sleep. You chuckled and pressed a soft kiss under his jaw, cuddling into him more. You’d have to remind yourself to text Dick and thank him. A small yawn left your mouth and you were slowly finding sleep again. 

You woke to the sound of falling metal and faraway curses.

Your room was gray, the sun hidden behind storm clouds, and what little light came from between them was muted against your hardwood floor. You sleepily ambled out of your bed and towards the commotion coming from your kitchen. 

The first thing you saw coming up to the kitchen’s threshold was the broad, freckled expanse of your boyfriend’s back. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and his hair was disheveled from either sleep or running his hands through it. As your eyes forced themselves from drooling over the speedster, you took note of —

“Did you scald my pan, Wallace?”

The redhead jumped, his hand on his chest and his blue eyes wide. “No! I mean, not exactly.”

You raised a brow.

“So, y’know how you usually make breakfast for us?” You nodded slowly. “Well, since I have the weekend off, I figured I’d make it this time.”

Your features softened, a smile finding its way to your lips. Anyone else in your shoes would be livid; one of your pots — part of a really nice and expensive set you’d saved up months for — was scorched black, there was what looked to be thick batter stuck to one of your kitchen counter, and you were sure that were it not for his super speed the fire department would have been at your door.

You crossed the room and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Have I ever told you how sweet you are?”

Wally’s brows raised. “Uh, I mean — like, not this morning?”

You pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”

“Are you okay?” He put a hand to your forehead. “I almost burned down your kitchen.”

“I’m willing to forgive you for that, obviously.” You gave him a bright smile. “So who’s on patrol since you aren’t?”

“Barry’s takin’ over for me. Said somethin’ about you breakin’ up with me if I didn’t spend at least twenty-four hours with you.” Wally gave you an amused smirk. “You haven’t been in his ear, have you?”

“Not his ear,” you said, looking up at him through your lashes. “Maybe Dick’s, though.”

He brought his thumb to your bottom lip, running the pad along the seam. “M’sorry I’ve been away so much lately.”

You lifted a shoulder. “I knew what I was getting into when we met. It just gets lonely sometimes.” 

From the moment you stepped foot in Central City, you knew that something was coming for you. Maybe it was good, maybe it was bad, but it was coming. You hadn’t thought it would come in the form of a fast-talking redhead who moonlighted as a superhero — a literal scarlet speedster. 

Funnily enough, when you first met Wally, you thought he was one of the really good-looking guys who knew they were attractive and made it their entire personality. He’d come into the coffeeshop you worked at and ordered the same thing: a large dark roast with two pumps of vanilla and one pump of cinnamon. He would always come in between ten and noon, hair wind-whipped and his eyes bright with purpose, with a dimpled half smile that felt reserved just for you. 

The first time he spoke to you, you remembered you just stood there. Your brows canted into a deep V and your brown eyes pierced into his blues. 

“What?”

“I asked when you’re done. With work, I mean.”

You set the bag of coffee beans on the counter, giving him a once over. “And why would you want to know that? Don’t you have other girls that are waiting for a text from you?”

Wally leaned against the counter, that damned dimpled smile playing at his lips. “I’ll come back here at six, then? We can walk to that new ramen place that opened up on Fifth Ave.”

As promised, he made his way back to the shop — fifteen minutes early, might you add — and kept you company as you closed. You learned that he was going to CCU for physics and that he was brilliant beyond his boyish looks. His aunt was a reporter for the Picture News and her boyfriend was a forensic examiner for the CCPD and they were his best friends. 

“What about you? You goin’ to school?”

You shook your head. “Can’t afford it yet. I’m planning on going next year, though.”

“What are you goin’ to study?”

Your face warmed. “Forensic anthropology. I used to read about ancient cultures when I was a kid and was fascinated with the busts and renderings of what the people would’ve looked like back then. I don’t know, I like the idea of recovering history, I guess.” 

“That’s amazing,” Wally said, “so you draw, right? Can I see some sometime?”

Like that, Wally West became part of your daily routine. You’d slowly navigated your friendship, hanging out after shifts at the coffeeshop or between his classes. He’d even helped you apply to CCU for the winter semester. Though you changed your major from forensic anthropology to a BFA in Studio Art, he couldn’t hold in his excitement for you. 

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N.” You were against his chest, the smell of his cologne and the feel of his arms around you sending you into a spiral. He pulled back and, for a moment, you saw something pass in his eyes. Something warm and hopeful that made your stomach twist. 

You gave him a shaky thank you and hurried up to your apartment. 

At first, you decided it was a fluke. Wally was nice and smart and one of the most genuine people you’d met since moving out on your own. And, yeah, more often than not, you found yourself staring at him. But in your defense, you liked how soft his features were when he was at rest. How easy it would be for you to skim your fingers along the planes of his cheeks and the curve of his jaw. 

Fuck. Fuck! 

You were falling for him.

You leaned against your front door, your pulse quickening with each passing thought of Wally: his large, rough hands, the cut on left side of his mouth that extended his smile — holy fuck, you fucking like him! Like, head over heels, tripping over your feet, like. The kind of like that could upend relationships. 

The next time he came into the shop, you gave him little reaction. You were impressed with how well you kept your mask when you saw his smile fall. His hand lowered and his brows furrowed in confusion. Even when he tried to talk to you, you kept your words short and clipped. 

“Let me know when you’re done being weird, yeah?”

Your therapist told you once that you had a penchant for self-sabotage. Maybe you’d inherited it from your narcissistic parents or you’ve built your walls so well that the thought that someone would help you tear it down terrified you. Whatever the reason, it made you ruin something good before it started. By the end of your shift, you were in tears in the empty shop, barely holding it together.

“Y/N?”

You jumped at the voice. When your teary eyes met his, you could feel the heat pooling in your cheeks. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” 

“What are you doing here, Wally?” you bit out, wiping at your face. “I thought you weren’t speaking to me.”

He closed the distance between you and took your face in his hands as he spoke, “You think I don’t know you so well that I know when you’re hurtin’? Gimme more credit than that, sweetheart.” 

Your eyes went to the floor as nerves rippled up your spine. 

“Y/N, you’re shakin’. Talk to me.”

So you did. The words left your tongue, an excision of your feelings and vulnerabilities on the floor of your place of work. You’d expected Wally to shirk off your feelings or feign any interest, but he didn’t. He took you into his arms and whispered gentle words into your hair. 

“You really think that I come in here for just coffee? I’ve been working up the nerve to ask you for weeks.” He wiped at the top of your cheek with his thumb. 

“Hell of a way to do it, huh?”

He smiled that dimpled smile you loved. “Hell of way to do it, sweet girl.”

“Hey.” You felt a warm spot in the middle of your forehead. “Where’d you go?”

Your eyes focused on your boyfriend’s amused face. His blue eyes were warm and so full of love that you could’ve melted there on the spot. 

“I was thinking about how we met.”

“Yeah?” His hands curved around your hips and he pulled you closer into him. “You regrettin’ it yet?”

You lightly slapped at his chest. “Shut up! For someone so smart, you say the dumbest shit.”

Wally chuckled and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, warming you from tip to toe. “‘M sorry about your pan. I’ll buy you another one.”

“It’s fine, baby. I can buy myself another one.”

He tapped two fingers against your hips and moved his hands to cup the undersides of your thighs, signaling you to jump You obeyed and locked your knees at the small of his back. “I love you, you know that?” He kissed your forehead. “I love your smile,” kiss, “I love the way that your eyes crinkle at the sides when you laugh.” His lips trailed down the curve of your jaw. “I love everything you are.”

You could feel him getting hard through your silk shorts. “Wally…”

His lips sucked a bruise into your neck, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. 

“You’re so sweet, Y/N. My sweet girl.”

You threaded your fingers through his hair to hold him closer. Your skin was warm, too warm, and Wally wasn’t close enough. “I…”

He hummed against your cheek. “You what, honey? Tell me what you need.”

You pressed your lips to his, licked into his mouth, his moan rippling through you. You pulled back with lust-blown pupils and a kiss-drunk smile and breathed out, “I love you.”

He cupped your cheek, a soft smile on his lips. “I love you, too, sweet girl.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — my favorite speedster deserves a day off, okay? who better to spend it with than his loving girlfriend? i really liked writing this and i hope y’all enjoy it!

[amourisms]

psa : i’ll be reuploading my ‘souvenir’ wally west fic when i get home because my dumbass accidentally deleted it im so sorry😭

[river-bottom-nightmare]

it started with the five of them—roy, donna, dick, garth, and wally—clustered around the fluffy rug in wally's room, staring at wally's battered old computer. wally knows them all so well, could pick any one of them out of a face-less line up by a hitchhiker's thumb or a freckle on the knee or an ugly scar, he knows them all so well and he's terrified.

or maybe it could be traced back to weeks ago, with roy and dick, their resident rich kids, helping wally pick out a prom outfit. it was quite the memory, an awkward and gangly wally west being shoved around in the fanciest clothes his tiny local mall had to offer. his cheeks were flaming red but roy was all casual confidence and an ease wally envied, and dick was like lightning, wild and luminous against his insipid town, and his eyes lingered on them both a hint too long. (wally could barely get his chosen shirt on anyway, because it had these ribbons in the back and—well, wally isn't sure he's ever had his hands in something this expensive, and that includes the time he was bitten by a prize winning racehorse.)

or maybe even before that, with an offhand comment roy made to garth, their childhood rivalry tempered by time to a certain sort of bickering that made the rest of the titans just sigh, at this point. roy had been needling garth, ("aww c'mon, leave the fishboy to his eighty-seven page soliloquy on dick's tiny waist or whatever he's fixating on this week—", "—shut up roy, it's an assignment from atlantis"), when wally had startled and looked away from his plate of pop tarts to stare at roy, feeling something shift, feeling the tilt of the galaxy, because he hadn't been aware that was even an option that was allowed.

however it started, it had ended up here: the five of them in the room wally has in the west-allen household, as opposed to the west household, because if wally's parents ever caught the slightest hint of what wally was looking up, he was pretty sure he'd be shipped off to live with aunt iris permanently.

"oh, i'll do it," donna finally said. she turned on the computer, waiting the minute or so it took to boot up. then, she grinned wryly at the result on the screen, the reason wally had called them all here in a series of panic-induced phone calls.

"it's still there, isn't it?" wally said, flopping face-down on the carpet.

"you know those things aren't even all that accurate anyway, right?" said roy.

"well if i thought i had reason to take it in the first place, then it can't be all that wrong, can it?" came the muffled reply.

donna turned around to frown at the back of wally's head. "i'm still not completely sure why you're so worked up about this anyway."

"i am," dick said. "y'know, i didn't think your conservative midwestern parents could ever have anything in common with gotham's upper class, but apparently i was wrong."

the five of them stared at the computer for a little longer before wally burst out, "what does 43% queer even mean?"

"maybe it means you're only gay from, like, your head to your stomach, and maybe one of your arms. and the rest is straight," roy offered, poker-face impenetrable.

garth threw a pillow at his head. "it doesn't mean anything," he said. "it atlantis, these things don't really matter. the only thing that does matter is what you think, how you take it."

"but this isn't atlantis, garth," wally said, lip raw and red from his compulsive habit of biting it when he was stressed, and lord jesus was he stressed right now. "things are different here."

roy and dick shared a glance because, as wonderful as atlantis and themiscyra sounded, things were different here. dick's rather progressive high school in a progressive city on the east coast was one of the first to have allowed what they delicately phrased "heterosexual and non-heterosexual couples" at prom, but some of the violence that happened at other schools across america was well-known. not to mention the prejudices wally's parents had shoved in his head, everything he'd taken the effort to unlearn and everything the rest of them had taken the effort to teach him, shoving it off bit-by-bit like a barnacle-ridden anchor slung with seaweed and shit.

a pause, then. "they're gonna hate me for this," wally mumbled.

and the other four could bring themselves to disagree, because they didn't know, they didn't know. they were kids—grinning wild in the gleam of moonlight with stars on their skin and comet-dust in their hair—only just children. and the world was a cruel, battering storm that they got up to fight every day, them and hundreds of others, and some days it seemed as though it was never enough.

"barry and iris won't," dick said resolutely. "and we definitely won't. you're our friend bar nothing, wally, and that isn't going to change."

wally isn't quite convinced, his mind completely blanking right now while flirting with the edge of sheer panic, but looking at the care, the protection, the torn-lipped love on his friends' faces and the sound of uncle barry and aunt iris bustling in the kitchen makes it—better, somehow. and so, a little weak and a little wavery, with the slow, yawning grace (or lack thereof) of a turtle churning its way out of the muck, wally smiles up at them.

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give it like 5 years wally they'll all realize they're queer. happy pride everyone!

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[theaceofarrows]

Welcome to the family

[Dick on the phone with Wally, while walking up the manors driveway]

Dick: I still can't believe that he got another kid! I'm gone for a few weeks, and suddenly, he gets empty nest syndrome, unbelievable

Wally: Yeah, definitely didn't see that one coming. So, have you met the kid yet?

Dick: [groans] I'm about to, not that I'm overly thrilled about this

Wally: I get it, dude. Just make sure not to take it out on the kid too much

Dick: Yeah, yeah, I'm not going to be a complete jerk. After all this mess isn't the kids fault

Dick: Ugh, I just hope this kid doesn't act like Bruce hung the starts or something-

Dick: [opens the front door]

Jason: -you really like the Frankenstein movie more than the book?! B, how STUPID can you be?!

Wally: [still on the other end of the line] What was that?

Dick: ...I'm gonna have to call you back, Wally

-

[Later]

Dick: [holding back laughter] And then, after he threw the tire iron he said- he said "Try and catch me you big boob!"

Wally: No way! He did not say that to Batman!

Dick: HE DID!

[hysterically laughing]

[spookyprime]

Here's the pics I made for the batfam reverse big bang. It's vampires. there's no fic to link lol

[ky-landfill]

[ao3sbatfamily]

'familiarity' by redsray (reigned)

Author: @redsray

“Hey, who was it that sent the threat?” He asked, doing his best to subdue his grin. Hal raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on it, so he must be doing decently.

“The Red Hood,” Hal confirmed with a sigh and Roy was two breaths away from rolling on the floor. No way. “He’s been running us in circles and we cannot get any hold of Bats.”

Roy choked on a laugh, disguising it with a cough. “That’s tough,” he said, with as much sympathy as he could muster. “Hope ya catch him, soon.”

“Me too, kid,” Hal said, getting up and ruffling Roy’s hair as he left to seemingly rejoin the conversation. “Me too.”

Roy watched him leave and let himself snicker as soon as he was sure Hal was out of earshot. He turned his head down, pulling out his phone and typing as quickly as possible.

Roy (5:59pm): DID YOU SEND A THREAT TO THE WATCHTOWER

Jay (6:01pm): Was I supposed to?

[audhd-nightwing]

birdflash high school au where dick is captain of the cheer team and wally is captain of the track team

cheer and track have practice at the same time (cheer is on the field, track is on the …track)

their first meeting is wally practicing sprinting but getting distracted by dick doing cool ass gymnastics shit

wally trips and faceplants, dick notices and goes to help him. wally is super embarrassed and dick thinks it’s adorable

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

Dick to Tim (7yo): I'm taking you to Mount Justice now, but you won't tell B that you saw me kiss Wally.

Tim: I don't even have to tell Alfred?

Dick: I'm not sure how much he knows, and I really don't want to find out!

[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

Flash Family Meets the Justice League

Okay, folks, so here's the thing, I love Batfam meets the Justice League and it's so fun because of the way that it has so many crunchy tropes mixed into it. Secret Identity? Check! Identity Reveal? Check! Paranoia? (there is a whole fic with this trope named this and it is fantastic) check! There's also just, found family, secret relationships, pranks.

Car Salesman: *smacks "Batfamily Meets the Justice League" tag* this bad boy can fit so many excellent superhero tropes.

The only problem is... there is a lot of Batfam meets the JLA fics out there. This isn't to say there is too many because there can never be too many and as long as there are new ones, I'll be eating them, because they are fantastic. But what if we could get something that feels like this trope, that tastes like it, but is just different enough that it opens up a whole wealth of new ideas?

How about Flash Family Meets the Justice League? The idea is that Flash is about as opposite from Batman as possible, which makes it that much more fun. Where the Bat hides everything, Flash is always open... or so the League thinks. Flash has a good shipping dynamic with pretty much any leaguer though I will always be a HalBarry stan and has quite a few kids at least 2 of which are active heroes.

Plus, Central City ever seem just a little too good to you? within a year of the Flash being active there was a museum in his honour. The Flashes can ask their rouges to take the day off, and they will I would love to see a crypidly happy Central city which is cursed with a different kind of curse from Gotham.

I feel like there's a super ton of focus on the Bats don't get me wrong, I love the Batfamily, that how I got into DC and we don't touch the untapped potential of the other families. Just please, consider the idea, chew on it, and if you end up writing about it, tag me please.

[helps-the-writing-brain-go]

Dad Marvel: Connor's Confession (1)

Wally is silent for a beat too long and Connor cranes his neck up, wondering if the speedster had left without notice.

Wally is still there, staring at him with a myriad of emotions zigging in his eyes. Stun and glee first and foremost, but a little bit of melancholy as well? Was Connor reading him right?

"You weren't even adopted." He says softly, mouth curving into one of the gentlest smiles he'd ever seen on the chronologically older boy. "Cap was your dad from the start."

Connor blinks at him, turning the thought over in his head. It was true wasn't it? Regardless of his connection to Superman, to Luthor, to the various male role models in his life, Captain Marvel had somehow wormed himself into pride of place on a singular pedestal in his heart known as 'Dad'.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right." Connor replies, ducking his head to hide how his face warms. It's not exactly a surprise now that he's really thinking on it, but there's a new spark of embarrassment in acknowledging the fact in full. Captain Marvel was his guardian, his guide, yeah, but the thought of calling him dad to his face...

It was more appealing than he'd thought it'd be.

"Is there...should I tell him?" Connor asks, then redirects as his will firms up, "Or, I mean, is there a special time I should tell him?"

The Team and the Captain had been good for him, but he still had his moments of social obliviousness. Somehow this seemed important enough that even if the Captain were likely to accept his attachment regardless; Connor wanted it to be perfect - to convey exactly how he felt to the man who had accepted him so wholeheartedly, flaws and accompanied baggage and all.

Wally leans back a little at his intensity, but the other boy is already bouncing on his feet,grin widening, infected by Connor's excitement.

"Oh man, this is going to be so good."

[bitter-coffeecup]

Why isn't there fanfiction where danny is adopted by someone other than batman? Like, yes, those stories are great, but you're all ignoring the other amazing ideas that could come from him being taken in by someone else

Prime example: Superman

Danny runs away and meets Clark Kent, boy Scout, who can't hear a heartbeat from this kid. Then, he takes him in, Danny is helpful to Lois, loving to Jon, and teaches Superman to treat Connor better because he didn't ask to be born, it's basically asking for hurt/comfort fic with an identity reveal and Danny and Connor being besties

Another one would be the flash, guy has a whole enemy that's literally death incarnation that chases him in the speed force (which is basically traveling through dimensions and time just like the realms) and is a very science guy, Danny being like an intern at star labs or them running into each other at a fast food place and one going 'this guy has death chasing him and realm travel stench' and flash being like 'yo dead meta??' Instant accidental adoption on Barry Allen's part

Another one, Hal Jordan green lantern, Space dad, just space dad, they'd share a sense of humour and Danny could bring down that cockiness alot, admittedly I don't have any kind of promt or idea for this but the dymanic is so easy to see in my mind

John constantine, I feel like this one should be obvious, but he's literally the master of the occult and dark arts, Danny could just show up, freak out John with his ghost king status, maybe ask for his soul (jokingly) and then like a week later John is asking himself why he's making this kid Ectoplasm pancakes at 3 am on a school night when he could be doing literally anything else, Bonus points if the league find out and all they get is 'he lives with me I guess-' from him while he asked a million questions thrown at him on why his 'child' is ya know dead

[sluggishslugcrimes]

Fastest nanny alive au

Wally: B, as the person in charge I have to say… I tried really, really hard to stop Dick but he put joker in critical condition, also Harley is with Jay right now drawing on his casts.

Bruce, tired and dilfy: it's okay son, I'm not even disappointed he did what Batman can't unfortunately.

Wally: okay, well Alfred is working on the Batmobile, Dick took it and broke it upside joker's head.

Bruce, long suffering sigh: tell him he's grounded for a month.

Dick, from the vents: I'm an adult B, you can't ground me!