#wally west x gn! reader

[lightwing-s]

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒

pairing: wally west x gn! reader

requested: yes summary: when sending a picture goes wrong, the last thing you expect is your coworker at you doorstep looking for cuddles

word count: 1,4k warnings: other than swearing, none

a/n: i unlearned how to write short blurbs today and everything is turning into an imagine. also, two posts in a day. don't get used to it.

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡

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Being single during winter sucks, because you want to get warm cuddling somebody but you don’t have anyone to cuddle with and you end up cuddling your cat. So, there you were now, laid on your sofa, the snow falling down on your window, and many scratches in your arms because your cat didn’t want to cuddle you after all.

Fuck being single. 

Bored out of your ass with the movie you got on tv, you picked up your phone and took a picture of you on the sofa, all covered in blankets, and an evil cat on your feet. Pressing the share button, you looked for your best friend’s contant when a notification popped on your phone but you bluntly ignored it and sent the picture to your friend with a message “no one to cuddle, not even Mr McFluffler”.

However, you didn’t send it to your friend. You sent it on your work group chat. 

In one of your dumbest moves, you mixed the chats together and sent it by mistake to all of your work mates. The notification, a message from your colleague Wally, had propped the group chat further up on your chats list and you clicked on it accidentally. 

You sent them a picture of you, on your pajamas, crying because you were fucking single. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuuuck.

Luckily, you had fast fingers, deleting the picture faster than the Flash could make it to England. 

No one saw it, Yn. Relax. You were fast, faster than the Flash. Nobody noticed. And if they did, so what, it was just a silly picture. It could be worse, you could’ve sent them nudes. You tried calming yourself up, trying to assure yourself everything was going to be fine, and like clockwork, your superior answered Wally’s message as if yours was never sent.

A couple minutes had passed and you’d already sent a message to your friend, you two laughing over the whole situation, when you heard your doorbell ring. Weird, you hadn’t ordered food nor were you waiting for any visitors.

Jumping up from the sofa, you ran to the window, looking to see who the hell was knocking at your door at this hour, on this day, and in this godforsaken weather.

“Wally?” you asked, rushing to your door. “What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?”

It didn’t make sense. You’d barely speak at work, exchanging a few words every day, but that was it. Wally was fun, joked with everybody and never made you feel uncomfortable, you just weren’t close. 

He did, indeed, make you a feel a bit nervous though, but that was silly, a silly little work crush that would never go anywhere because he he made you so nervous you were never being able to come up with a good comeback to keep the conversation going, usually just smiling like a dumbass and avoiding him for the rest of the day.

Yay!

“I tracked your phone.” he simply stated, as if it was nothing. Brushing you off, he took off his winter jacket and walked past you inside your home, your eyes wide open and questioning his entire demeanor. “You want a cuddle right?”

What?!

“What?!” you nearly screamed, feeling the burn growing on your cheeks, almost running back inside and hiding away in your bedroom.

“You sent a picture, sugar.” he explained nonchalantly. “You wanted to cuddle, because your cat wouldn’t?”

This can be real, you thought, just can’t be. “It was a mistake, I was supposed to send it to my friend and we were just joking.” you tried to explain, the words jumping out of your mouth before you really could process them, too overwhelmed by the sudden situation you found yourself in.

“So you don’t wanna cuddle?” he asked, stopping in his tracks, almost at your living room.

“I-I mean, I would like to cuddle, it’s just…”

“So let’s cuddle then.” he said, disappearing into your house and leaving you frozen at the door. You didn’t understand what made him come all the way to your house, and how fast he had done it. Why would he do that? Why? It was just, so confusing. It didn’t make sense. Your mind was doing turns and turns trying to think, trying to react, trying to process everything that was happening. “You really gonna stay outside in the cold?”

His scream broke you from your thoughts and you closed the door behind you as you headed to the living room to meet him. There, to your surprise once again, Wally had his long ass legs covered with one of the blankets, your cat, that treacherous bitch,  purring on his lap as he caressed his orange fur, an unexpected match with his hair, with one of his hands while the other rested over the couch.

“I’m really confused.” you said, eyebrows crushed together. “Why are you here, West?”

“You ask too many questions, you know that?” he said, completely entertained by the cat on his lap. “You sent a picture complaining you didn’t have anyone to cuddle with. It’s cold, I also don’t have anyone to cuddle with, so I’m offering myself to fulfill your needs. And mine.”

“We’re not even friends…”

“Yn… We’re just gonna cuddle. Or are you thinking of something els…”

“No!”

“Then come here.” he grabbed you by the arm and onto the sofa, slamming against his chest as you fell down with him. He covered you with the same blanket he had over his legs and pulled you close, too uncomfortably close, and put his arm over your shoulder.

You had to be honest, you felt very comfortable cuddling Wally West, his warmth emanating from his body and embracing yours, making it all just… perfect. You dared to put your hand over his waist, but your cat bit it before you could do so.

Son of a bitch, you told him mentally. Wally’s chuckle stole your attention away, though, as he petted the devil, er, the animal that stretched on his lap. “You can hug me now, Yn. He won’t bother you anymore.”

Blushing, you were reluctant to do so, but Wally’s hand pulled yours to wrap them around his torso. “See, this is fine.”

You rested your head on his shoulder as you felt the hours passing, his own head resting atop yours. You watched two or three movies, cozied up to each other in what was a position you could get more and more used to.

It was then that a loud rumble had you lifting from your position and facing your coworker. “Are you hungry?” you asked, smiling at the awkwardly funny face he was making.

“Can we order pizza?” he asked back, and as you nodded, he stood up from the sofa, typing in a phone number faster than humanly possible and placing his phone on his ear.

“I never asked, but,” you started, following him into your kitchen. “How did you get here so fast?”

Wally’s eyes grew wide as he tried to avoid looking at you, the words missing from his mind as he tried to find an excuse. “I was close by.”

“Oh!” you simply replied.

Fuck it, Wally, he thought. Could’ve been a bit more subtle.

“I was walking by, you know. Just looking for something to do when I saw your message and like, thought it was a great opportunity I couldn’t let pass.”

“An opportunity to cuddle?” you asked shyly.

“To cuddle you, why would I pass on it?” His words made you blush redder than a tomato, looking down at your nails to avoid his eyes. “It was really a great opportunity.”

“Was it worth taking?” you asked again, looking at him innocently.

“Totally.” he stated. “You?”

“Totally.”

You listened as the pizza place finally answered the call and he ordered four (!!!) pizzas for the two of you. Fast metabolism, he mouthed and you laughed. “C’mon, let’s go back to cuddling”

Pulling you by the hand, he jumped on the sofa again, this time laying on it and leaving enough space to have you by his side.

“Don’t you think you’re getting too comfortable?” you joked.

“You make me comfortable, Yn. You should get used to it.”

“Used to it?” you questioned, pulling you to lay down on the sofa with him.

“Yeah, used to it.” he repeated. 

Lying down now, you fixed your head placement on his shoulder, a perfect fit once more. A hand placed on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through your palm, you felt his arm pushing you closer till your forehead met his lips.

“If you’re interested, we could do this more often.” he suggested.

“Yeah, I’d be interested.” you said, not hiding the smile spreading on your lips.

“And we could, you know, go out on a date somewhere.”

“Yeah, I’d be interested in that too.”

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[prismuffin]

Can you please do something for Wally West with a partner who's part of the BatFamily?

I'm sure I can think of a few short headcanons to write, anyway I think- Honestly you being in the BatFam is probably the reason you met Wally in the first place. With him and Dick being such great friends, you two were bound to cross paths at some point. When Wally had first met you he immediately found you attractive but with you being Dicks sibling it was a little awkward to try flirting with you whenever Dick was around. It being awkward didn't necessarily stop him though he'd just wait until Dick was out of earshot or go and find you himself to chat with you. You and him clicked for sure and when you started dating you'd opted to keep it kind of secret since you were unsure of how your brothers and dad would react initially. Damian found you two making out in your room once and completely blackmailed you otherwise he'd tell everyone. It was annoying, but you agreed. He didn't seem to care that you were dating outside of that. Jason was the next person to find out and just congratulated you before jokingly trying to give you both the talk, laughing at how awkward you both got. He did actually threaten Wally to never break your heart though. Tim found out...well...you're actually not sure when he found out exactly but you were trying to get out of training early to go see "a friend" and he just went, "you mean your boyfriend Wally?" You were shocked but he just shrugged it off, saying he wasn't an idiot and could tell you two were sneaking around a lot so he just put two and two together. After finding out Tim knew, you just decided to let everyone know. It could be considered risky but at this point you felt like everyone should just know, plus Damian can't blackmail you anymore so there's that. You'd talked to Wally about it and he was down so one day after a mission with Wally and Dick you'd found a point where everyone was crowded around for the mission debriefing. After all the important stuff had been said you opted for making the announcement right then. Obviously most of your brothers weren't shocked but Dick was. He immediately went to punching Wally for dating his sibling out of nowhere, your dad seemed to approve as long as it didn't get in the way of your missions. Dick wondered why no one else found this extremely shocking and they all just said they knew already which just made Dick even angrier after finding out that he was among the last to know about the two of you. He doesn't always hate the thought of his best friend dating his sibling as long as you two aren't making out in front of him or anything. Overall, you and Wally being together only makes you two stronger on missions and your family seems to approve.

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I need more young justice x pot head reader I cant get enough lmao,

Theyer just Like me FRFR

Ignore this if your request and stuff is off tho and have a good day :p

Thank you for another request 🍃 anon!! Glad to see you again!!

If you asked anyone in YJ who the instigators, enablers and experimenters were, they'd simultaneously say Dick, Y/N and Wally, and start weeping.

Last time one of you had an 'idea', Mount Justice had to be locked down because a paranoid Nightwing believed his shadow had gained sentience Peter Pan style and was now spying on him. Which later turned into a manhunt, when the dark-haired man realised it was his partner and best friend screwing with him.

This time you had the ingenious of asking the question- "What do you think a blunt would do to speedsters?" You thought out loud making the other members snap their heads at you.

Wally was already ready and Dick was preparing the first aid unit. You ran to your room to get your stash and as soon as you came back the hall was empty and a jumping Wally and a sighing Dick stood in the room.

"Pussies" you laughed, making the redhead laugh with you.

"M'gann actually ran out, I think she forgot she could fly!" He cried out, eyes wide, holding his stomach. Next to him, your boyfriend stood unamused, a blank expression on his face.

"If this opens up a wormhole into a world where I'm evil, I'm allowing myself to kill you," he joked and set up the camera. The first time you'd 'experimented' you'd jokingly set up a camera and it had stuck.

You lit the blunt and passed it to Wally, who stood in front of the camera like a 2016's youtuber would.

You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's shoulder, nuzzling your face in his neck, "Aww, come on, you know you love us."

"I know, it's becoming a real problem." He chuckled.

Lost in your little world, you forgot about Wally and your experiment... That was until you heard a scream from above you.

"WHOOOOOOO-" the yellow blur screamed as it ran around the mountain. You could barely see him as little sparks of lightning showed up all around you and your boyfriend.

You lit your own blunt and fell back onto the sofa, "Well, now we gotta- actually I don't know what we have to do." You shut your eyes, putting your legs up on the coffee table.

"Sorry sweetheart, that's your problem," his voice came distantly, making you sigh as he stepped into a zeta tube.

"I love you too, babe."

"WHOOOOO"

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You're literally so fucking disgusting (said with absolute joy).

Anyways, which of your silly little comic book yandere men are into petplay? And are they puppy-owner-coded or kitty-owner-coded?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒: 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑…

!!! GN reader, petplay, can be translated as romantic or platonic, but the innuendos are 100% intended, collars, leashes, mentions of punishments, slight manipulation, drugging, I channeled my inner pet for this.

*Pulls out my 3 hour long slideshow* I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED, ANON.

First off, all of them are into pet play if I have a say in it. You will never catch me obsessing over a character I either can’t see collaring me or wearing a collar for me. So, really, this question boils down to if they’re a dog or cat person, LMAOOOOO.

Second, they all could go either way, honestly. These are just my personal thoughts on what they might gravitate towards. If you’re a certified puppy, don’t you worry, cuz the kitty enjoyers will love you the same, and visa versa.

Now let’s get started.

Bruce Wayne: I ALREADY CAN’T FUCKING CHOOSE, FUCK. My first instinct was to gravitate towards kitty-owner, but then I thought about his need to have some sort of physical tie to you (cuz he totally keeps you chained or handcuffed to him, DON’T FUCKING QUESTION ME), so he might be a puppy-owner for the sake of keeping you on a leash. Either way, you’re totally his little lap pet while he works in his office. Petting you gives him the strength he needs to finish all his paperwork. Also, everything you own is bedazzled to hell and back, from collars to toys. He likes to spoil his beloved little pet, okay?!

Clark Kent: I’m gonna go with puppy-owner. He might carry you around like a cat, but that’s only because carries dogs around like cats, too (that’s what happens when you have super-strength; everything is just so carry-able). Absolutely talks to you in that babying voice every dog-owner uses. “Who’s a good pup? Who’s a good pup?? You are!! That’s right, you are!! Aww, look at you!!” It might be annoying, but you better get used to it if you don’t wanna be locked in your uncomfortable cage while he’s gone. He knows you hate it, which is why he hates it, but it’s the only way to get you to behave!! Be his good pup, won’t you?

Dick Grayson: Very much leaning towards puppy owner. He’s all for training you into his loyal pup who follows him everywhere. Also lowkey talks down on you cuz you’re just a cute, dumb puppy!! You don’t need to be thinking big human thoughts!! Let your loving master take care of everything, okay? Ah, ah, ah! Silly, pup! You’re not supposed to speak! Now get back on your hands and knees… puppies don’t walk like people do, remember? Or does he have to get a little mean to remind you? You don’t want that, do you? Yeah, didn’t think so. Now sit… good job!! Why don’t we give you a treat, hm~?

Hal Jordan: Another one that can go either way. Honestly, though? The more I think about it, the more I’m digging kitty-owner Hal. There are so many ways this could go that it makes my head hurt. Is he a condescending owner? “Poor little kitty… got something to say? Hm? What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Or a soft owner? “Such a pretty little kitty… did you miss me while I was away? Yeah? I’m so sorry, sweetie.” What about one of those cat-dads that started out as we-are-not-getting-a-cat and ended up getting totally attached? “What do YOU want? Huh? Whatcha up to, pusscat? AYE!! Get off of the couch!! Come on, you know better.” The possibilities are endless.

Jaime Reyes: You know, it’s kinda weird. I see him as a certified puppy by default, yet as an owner? He’s kitty-adjacent. You’re just the cutest kitty-cat ever, he can’t help but keep you as one!! Definitely gets one of those bell collars (with a cute bow on it!!) for you. It helps ease his anxiety whenever he hears it jingle. Better be a cuddly kitty, cuz he canNOT keep his hands off of you. Poor guy’s always on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of you running away. It’s a common occurrence for him to pull you into his lap, eyes shining with unshod tears as he quietly asks, “you’ll never leave me, right?” If you don’t want to sit there awkwardly while he hyperventilates, I suggest you be kind and nuzzle into him.

Remy LeBeau: 100% kitty-owner. Expects you to greet him at the door when he comes home. “Y’miss me, minou? Yeah… Gambit missed you, too. C’mere.” Whether you like to admit it or not, he gives the best scratchies. He’ll have you lay against his chest for hours, softly petting your head as he listens to your rhythmic breathing. Absolutely sits you on the counter while he cooks so he can feed you small morsels as a little treat!! Every chef has to have an adorable sous-chef, no? Oh my god, he is just so soft that it makes my heart melt. You’re his precious little kitty and he’ll never let you forget it!! Just don’t be up to any trouble, okay? He may be gentle, but he also knows how to punish naughty kitties.

Scott Summers: Puppy-owner puppy-owner puppy-owner pupPY-OWNER— you bet your ass he’s training you to be the perfect little puppy. When he’s through with you, you’re gonna be the most obedient pup around. Don’t get me wrong, he’s actually a very soft and sweet master!! Gives you tummy rubs, praises, and even treats (when you’re good). However, when it comes to obedience, he’s absolutely the no-nonsense type. Do not test him; the literal leash he has on you is short for a reason. Disciplinary Scott is a very scary Scott, so I’d suggest you start acting right if you don’t want to get the cruelest punishment ever. “That’s right. Be a good little pup for me. You know what happens to bad puppies. Behave.”

Tim Drake: Have you met him? Kitty-owner for sure. He wants a lazy kitty that’ll sleep in his lap whenever he works (read: he wants to drug you so you’re constantly lethargic and can’t run away from him). Be prepared to be a weighted blanket, cuz he loves when you lay on top of him. Whenever you wake up, he’ll always be the first thing you see. “Good morning, Kitty! Sleep well? C’mon, it’s breakfast time!” Does NOT let you do anything for yourself (not like you’ve got the energy to, anyway). He loves to take care of his cute little kitty!! Also, has about 3,000 photos of you on his phone so he can look at them when he’s away. He just misses you, okay? You’re all he thinks about on patrol!!

Wally West: The puppy-owner thoughts won. He wants a happy little pup to pounce on him anytime he comes home!! Oh… you don’t wanna do that? Well, it’s okay!! He’s very good at training disobedient mutts. A quick word of warning, you do not want to trigger his stern mode. He’ll dish out the most cruel and devious punishments, all with the “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” attitude. Soft and sweet owner Wally is where it’s at. Loves to make you do tricks and give you treats afterwards!! He can get a little condescending and tease you, but it’s all done out of love! Unless you’ve been bad. Then it’s completely intended to be malicious. But you would never be a bad pup for him, right? He loves so much and spoils you rotten, why would you ever be bad? Come one, now!! Walkies time!! If you don’t tug on the leash, he’ll give you a big reward!!

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[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

Disordered (Shadow Of A Bluejay Ch.9)

Whoooo, angst (light angst but angst) in general it's a shorter chapter because it's mostly reformatted from Shadow Of A Bluebird seeing as it covered much of the same ground.

My current plan is three more chapters (including the finale) and a few more mini chapters to cover the remaining episodes and milestones we need to hit to be ready for the finale one of which is gonna be Blue's first time meeting their fellow sidekicks!

Wordcount: 1.2k

Series masterpost

Mount Justice October 23, 17:30 EDT

It’d been a week since Batman put you and the team through a train for failure mission. A week to sit on everything that occurred in the increasingly horrifying experience where no matter what you did the situation kept getting worse. You refused to speak after the exercise. You didn’t leave the cave. You simply trained, and trained and trained while rerunning what had happened in the exercise in your mind.

Simulation Alien Mothership October 16th

Artemis was dead. Kaldur was dead. Connor was dead. Dinah was dead. Ollie was dead. Roy was probably either dead or dying and you felt anger that you haven’t felt in a very long time. You were full of rage, rage that bubbled under your skin as your friends and everyone who tried to help them died before your eyes and it bubbled until you reached the boiling point.

Once you, Robin, Kid Flash, Miss Martian and Martian Manhunter were almost out of the mothership. Almost saved the world you snapped. Not at your allies but at the aliens that surrounded you. The strange bug like creatures surrounded your and you let your anger take control and you stormed the Aliens, screaming a battle cry.

“How dare you?! You killed Artemis! You killed Dinah! You killed Ollie! You killed everyone, and I’m going to make your deaths painful!” You sneered, you jumped into action. Muscle memory took control and almost every blow you landed hit hard. Energy consumed your veins and you began zapping or electrocuting the aliens, it was unclear to you. It didn’t matter though and your rage filled alien murder spree continued. Robin forced the Martians to escape and joined your fight only for you to be zapped by an alien he was fighting.

That’s when you woke up. You looked around, you listened to the explanation and all you could do was look down at your slightly shaking hands in guilt.

You stayed away from the rest of the team after that, refusing to talk to anyone. The only person you talked to was Dinah and only to tell her you were fine and didn’t wanna talk about it.

Mount Justice October 23rd

Kaldur had gone in to see Dinah, Connor and Artemis already spoke to her and M'gann felt too bad to look any of you in the eyes. all had left the room, leaving only you, Robin and Wally sitting in the lounge.

The TV was black and silent and the three of you just sat there.

The three of you had all "died" together in the simulation. Wally was your best friend and Robin was his and leaving you three alone well...

"Blue, your floating again" Wally said. He sat on the couch opposite you.

"Sorry, my mind was drifting" You said, falling back onto the couch with a lack of grace the two had never seen before.

"This is awful" Robin said.

"Do you ever think, maybe we shouldn't be doing this?" You asked.

"What do you mean?" Wally asked.

"I know we're the good guys but maybe we're too dangerous to be so freely fighting, I mean, you saw how quickly all of us became soldiers in there" You said.

"Is this because of that weird laser thing you did on the mothership?" Wally asked.

"It's because we're dangerous! Because if we're not careful, if we don't control ourselves we could so easily hurt so many people" You said.

"I mean, Wally you could theoretically break the sound barrier, and Robin and I could kill someone with just our bare hands" Yo looked down at your hands.

"Is it really safe for the people around to us to be around us?" You asked.

"Of course it is" Robin said.

"Yeah, we'd never do anything to hurt anyone" Wally added.

"But it would be so easy for us" You said.

"Is this because of your um... meltdown in the simulation?" Robin aske.

"No, just forget it" You said, getting up and walking out.

Mount Justice October 23, 20:03 EDT

You sat in front of her in a green chair and took off your glasses.

“I’m glad you chose to come talk to me Y/N” She said and you laughed dryly.

“As if I could ever escape it” You joked but Dinah stayed silent, waiting for you to speak. She knew you. She knows you. She knows that those dry, sarcastic jokes are a sign you’re going to open up.

“It was weird at first. I didn’t feel bad after seeing you and Ollie disintegrate but when Artemis died, or when we thought she did this feeling in my chest just appeared. Like a promise or an oath I had to uphold.” You explained and Dinah nodded. “And what was that promise?” She asked, you answered, though still didn’t look up from your hands.

“To get revenge. To painfully tear apart those who killed her… And you and Ollie.” You answered truthfully and finally looked up at her. “And I did. I killed them, so many of them.” Your voice started to shake and you looked back at your hands.

“Did you try to hurt them when you killed them?” She asked and you nodded.

“I wanted to— I did enjoy seeing them squirm as I did it. And seeing them all explode, it just felt…” A single sob escaped you. “It just felt right.” You confessed and you looked down at your rapidly shaking hands. “I promised— I said I’d never do it again. I’d never take a life like that again, but I felt good as I did it.” Warm tears began to flow down your face but you didn’t try to wipe them. You simply stared at your hands, trying to stop the shaking by tightly gripping your knees and Dinah simply sat. Waiting for you to feel good enough to continue.

"You're not at fault Y/N" Dinah said.

"Aren't I though? Four years of progress and yet all it took for me to snap was some stress" You said.

"It wasn't just stress. M'gann's mental state infected you. You thought you lost everything. In a situation like that regressing is natural" She said.

"It's not just that, between the mission in Bialiya, my mission with Roy and this, it feels like, like it's all coming back to haunt me." You told Dinah, though that wasn't the whole truth. You didn't tell Dinah about your meeting with Lady Lilith. You didn't tell anyone that.

"Is it really coming back to haunt you or are you scared it will? Your past will always be there Y/N but you have friends, close friends who care about you. Maybe it's time you told them at least some of it" Dinah said.

"No!" You yelled.

"Absolutely not. They'll hate me" You said.

"Y/N, we classified your file to keep you and everyone around you safe but it's been four years and they haven't come after you. perhaps it's time we think about declassifying some of it?" Dinah suggested.

"No. Not yet." You said and reluctantly Dinah nodded.

"Whatever you decide. You set the pace." she said.

The next week was rough, Canary let you off school and you spent a lot of time in the cave and with Roy. Ollie wasn’t joking when he said that even Roy was worried and he came by to help you try and return to normal while you coped. You were incredibly grateful for the distractions and to spend more time with him. It had been four months since he went solo and in that time you didn’t get the chance to hang out like you used to before. Unfortunately not everything was going great.

#reader insert #dc x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #yj x gender neutral reader #yj x reader #young justice x reader #metahuman reader #dick grayson #wally west #kid flash #aqualad #robin #dinah lance #black canary

[korigander]

anyone have dc x reader requests?

#🌺 . talk ! #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #bruce wayne x reader #terry mcginnis x gn! reader #damian wayne x reader #robin x reader #wally west x reader #hope i’m covering all the bases lol #not sure how ppl like their tags in this fandom ^^

[froggibus]

Hi!

I saw your requests were open so I was wondering if I could request the Batboys with an s/o who passes out from a fever.

I hope you’re doing well!!

Passing Out From A Fever - Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Wally West

Pairing: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake and Wally West x gn! reader (separately)

Genre: hurt/comfort

Summary: your s/o reacting to you passing out from a fever

Word Count: 1.2k (Dick's), 1k (Jason's), 1.1k (Tim's), 1.1k (Wally's)

CW: sickness/the flu, minor injuries, reader is stubborn and refuses to rest, fainting, established relationship? gn reader but Wally refers to you as a 'damsel in distress', violence + drugs/drug dealers (Jason's) lmk if i missed anything

okok so sorry anon this request is almost 4 months old lmfao. i got a little sidetracked doing other stuff for a while but it is finally here. hope you enjoy it despite how delayed it is

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Dick 

Dick looks at the numbers on the digital thermometer with a sigh. “Your temperature’s only going up.”

“Is that a bad thing?” You try to joke but your whole body aches, your skin is feverish and clammy, and your head spins every time you open your eyes.

He looks at you seriously, giving you the signature Dick Grayson disappointed older brother, team leader look.

“I take it no patrol tonight?”

He rests his hand on your thigh. “Not a chance in hell.”

“I figured as much,” you grumble.

“I’ll stay in with you tonight,” he insists, giving your leg a squeeze. “We can watch a movie or something. I’ll even let you choose.”

You let out a deep breath, leaning back and resting your head against your cold bed frame. His offer is tempting—it's not often he stays home during the evening. “Okay,” you nod your head slowly. “We’ll stay in tonight.”

He beams at your decision, planting a chaste kiss to your forehead before jumping up and leaving you in your bed. “I’ll be back in an hour, alright?”

You offer a weak thumbs up before relaxing back into your nest of blankets and pillows. It won’t hurt to sleep a little while he’s out, and you are pretty tired. 

— 

You wake up hours later, Dick nowhere to be seen. Your whole body feels like it’s been set on fire and beat with a baseball bat, but you still struggle out of bed to go find your boyfriend. Of course, he’s nowhere to be seen. 

You narrow your eyes, a sinking feeling in your chest because you know exactly where he is. Your hunch is proved right when you open the closet door with shaky hands and see the empty hanger where the Nightwing costume should be. 

What happened to staying in tonight? No patrol?

The thought of him leaving you while you feel this sick lights a fuse in your chest, and before you know it, you’re lazily tugging your own suit over your limbs. The suit only makes you feel hotter, your muscles aching in protest, but you need to see him. 

By some miracle, you manage to stumble your way across Gotham in the dead of night while dealing with an extremely high fever and body aches. 

Still, your boyfriend is nowhere in sight. You followed the trail of beaten thugs and failed robberies straight to the centre of the city, but Nightwing wasn’t there. You feel slightly woozy, your knees shaking below you. 

Your phone buzzes in your back pocket and you take it out, the writing blurry on the small glowing screen. You squint but the letters spin on the screen, and you can’t seem to make them out. 

In fact, when you look up from the screen, the whole world is spinning. Your head feels impossibly heavy, and suddenly your body is pitching forwards. 

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Dick knows he’s fucked when he gets home and you’re nowhere to be seen. He sees the open closet door and the empty hanger where your costume should’ve been, and groans. 

If only he had just stayed home like he said. Guilt overwhelms him, but he swallows it back and forces himself to push through. 

You shouldn’t even be out of bed, let alone roaming the city dressed as a vigilante. Dick cards his fingers through his hair and starts to make his way through the city again. 

He assumes you were trying to find him, so he circles back through his usual patrol spots. The longer it takes to find you, the more anxious and guilty he feels. 

It’s all his fault that you’re even in this mess, stumbling through the city sick and disoriented.  

He finds you unconscious on a rooftop, tucked away in a corner, a small cut on your face from what he assumes was the impact. Seeing you like this makes his heart drop and for what feels like a thousand years, he watches you and waits for your chest to rise. He stares, holding his own breath until he finally sees your lungs inflate with air. 

He’s scooping you up in his arms and carrying you back to the apartment in an instant, careful not to jostle you too much. He can feel your feverish skin through your costume, sweat pooling on your forehead and neck. He could set a record for how fast he had you home.  

He changes you out of your suit and into comfortable pjs, patching up the mark on your face and tucking you into bed. He’s always taken care of his younger brothers so he knows just how to take care of you. 

He puts an ice pack on your forehead to keep you from burning up too much and gets water and ginger ale for your nightstand. He knows you’ll need fluids and medicine when you wake up and he wants to be prepared. 

Even after he’s prepared everything and double checked his, his nerves don’t settle. You’ve been out cold for at least an hour, with no sign of waking up. Another hour of this and he’ll have to take you to the hospital. 

He paces the room, eyes never leaving your sleeping figure. Wake up, wake up, wake up. He tries to will you awake, hoping your eyes will open any second and you’ll berate him for leaving you. 

“Dick..?”

His pacing comes to a stop, eyes snapping to yours. “Oh, thank god,” he kneels next to your side of the bed and takes your hand in his. “How’re you feeling?”

As if on cue, you groan in pain. The ice pack he placed on your forehead does little to help with the heat that’s ignited your whole body. Your eyes feel painfully heavy, and all of your muscles feel inflamed. 

He holds a glass of water up to your lips, helping you tip your head back so you can drink some. He pops a couple pills into your mouth and pours some more water in to wash them down. 

“They’ll probably take fifteen minutes to work,” he keeps his voice quiet. “You’ll feel a lot better soon though, I promise. I’ll make sure you’re all better.” 

You nod weakly. “You—you left me…”

Dick’s heart breaks at the sound of your sad, weak voice. He was hoping you wouldn’t dwell on that too much, the reminder that his fuck up for you into this mess weighing heavily on him. 

“I know, baby. And I’m so, so sorry. There was an emergency and I thought I could sneak out quick but,” he sighs and tugs on his hair. “I’m not gonna leave your side until you’re all better, okay? Never again.”

You’re too tired and sick to care for grovelling, you’re just glad he’s here and you don’t have to suffer alone. You reach a hand out to grab his hand and weakly tug him towards the bed. 

Dick obliges, crawling in next to you and letting you rest on his chest. “I’m gonna make you all better, hm? You’ll be all better soon, hun.”

His soothing voice coupled with the circles he traces on your back are enough to keep you content until the medicine kicks in. Then, you’re drifting back to sleep in Dick’s arms, already feeling better from the turmoil of the day

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Jason 

You think Jason may be the most dense man on the planet. Unlike his father, his detective skills seriously need some work. 

When you woke up this morning with a fever and aches, you were sure you could push through it. It’s just a little cold, or so you thought. As the day turned into night and you got ready for patrol, your symptoms only worsened. 

Your body aches grew worse, your fever grew hotter and your movements got sluggish. Still, you brushed it off. You never miss patrol with Jason, and tonight wasn’t going to be a first. 

“You’re off to a slow start,” he teases. 

You would roll your eyes if you weren’t so tired. “Shut up. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

It’s a total lie, of course. And if he could see the swelling of your glassy eyes or touch your boiling skin, he would know otherwise. Lucky for you, the adrenaline rush Jason gets on patrol creates a kind of tunnel vision that allows him to completely overlook your symptoms. 

You stumble a bit, having to brace yourself against one of the shipping containers. You’re glad Jason shot out all of the street lamps at the old dock, leaving you in perpetual darkness. A perfect cover to hide the pain you’re feeling. 

You take a deep breath and groan, pushing off of the container and running to catch up with him. The friction only makes you hotter, the air being forced from your lungs. Your head spins and black spots crowd your vision, but you take a weak breath and force them away. Now is not the time to be weak. 

Jason tilts his head at you, and you can feel his judging eyes from under the mask. “Seriously, are you okay? Did you get hurt or something?”

“Did you? You’re off your game too, Red.” You try to nudge him teasingly but it just sends a shockwave through your body, your head suddenly pounding. 

He looks like he’s going to say something you don’t want to hear but you’re saved by the bell when an unlucky drug dealer stumbles into view.  Jason is pouncing on him in a minute, leaving you to your thoughts. 

His form gets blurrier the more you watch him fight, and you swear your arms and legs are growing heavier by the second. Your head lulls back and you worry for a minute that you’re going to pass out. 

You manage to catch yourself, pinching your arms to keep yourself aware. It works, but only for a second. You have enough time to make eye contact with Jason before your eyes are rolling back and you’re dropping like a sack of potatoes. 

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Jason is freaking the fuck out. For a minute, he’s worried you’re injured—or worse. All he saw was your panicked expression before you dropped to the pavement. If he wasn’t so worried, he would have laughed at your lack of grace. 

He makes quick work of the remaining drug dealers, tearing through them with all the anxiety he’s feeling. By the time he’s made it to you, your body is practically on fire. He flinched away at first, not expecting your skin to be as hot as it is. 

“You idiot,” he lifts you into his arms, letting your head hang over his shoulder. “You should’ve just told me you were sick.”

He forces himself to keep his calm demeanour the whole way to the apartment. He doesn’t let himself worry until you’re both changed out of your patrol clothes and into normal, ordinary pyjamas. 

He has you laid down in the passenger seat of his car, his foot pressing heavily on the gas the entire way to the hospital. He knows it’s just a fever, but you fainted. Something could be seriously wrong, and he can’t chance anything. Not with you. 

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You come to in the hospital, an IV in your arm. It takes a few blinks for you to take in your surroundings, but even then, it’s hard to keep your eyes open. Your throbbing headache does not mesh well with the fluorescent lights. 

“Jason,” your voice is barely a whisper. “Did you take me to the hospital?”

“No shit,” he scoffs. “

You would laugh at his brazenness if you weren’t in so much pain. The scratchy cotton thread of the hospital blankets aren’t enough to keep you warm, and despite being covered in sweat, you’re shivering. 

Jason sighs. “You’re an idiot, you know that? You could’ve just told me you were sick.”

“I-I—,” you can barely speak with how bad you’re shivering. 

Jason’s heart hurts at the sight of you, and despite how frustrated he is with your antics, he climbs into the bed with you and lets you lay against his chest. 

You relax into him, trying to sap his body heat. You know this can’t exactly be comfortable for him, especially considering you’re a million degrees, and it makes you appreciate it even more. 

“You know, I thought about just tossing you in the harbour and calling it a day.”

You let out a weak laugh at that. “I’m sure you did.”

“Okay, maybe not,” he admits, “but if you ever do that to me again, you will be taking an impromptu swim.”

“As you wish, Jay.”

He kisses the top of your head, “get some rest, hm?”

You nod weakly, letting your body sag against his. Just as sleep begins to take you, you mumble, “I love you.”

Jason’s heart flutters at your words. “I love you too.”

-

Tim 

Tim is such a hypocrite.

When he pushes himself to his absolute limit, staying up until he quite literally drops, it’s fine. But god forbid you try to push yourself even the slightest, or there’s hell to pay from your boyfriend.

“Tim, I’m fine,” you insist, narrowing glassy eyes on him.

He raises his eyebrows in annoyance. “You’re not fine, y/n. You’re burning up. You’re so congested you sound like a little kid. You need rest.”

“Rest, schmest. I’m coming with you.”

“Y/n, honey, love of my life…if you try to come with me, I will slip you Nyquil and you will take a nap.”

You maintain your glare. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Maybe I already have,” he shrugs, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. “How was the tea I brought you earlier?”

Your eyes shoot wide and you scramble to inspect the now empty Wayne Enterprises mug. There’s no indication that it looks or smells different from any other tea. You look up again, ready to mock laugh at your boyfriend, but he’s no longer there. 

“Fucking Timothy,” you shake your head. 

He’s been trying to force you to get bed rest all day, refusing to even let you come with him to the grocery store. Sure, you have a fever and you’re congested and your head really hurts,  but that doesn’t mean you have to stay in bed. 

You toss the blankets onto the other side of his bed and struggle your way out of it. The air outside of his bed is cold, forcing goosebumps onto your arms, but you don’t care. You tug on one of Tim’s sweatshirts and stumble your way downstairs. 

He’s gone when you get down there, the only semblance of human life being Alfred sitting at the kitchen table. He’s reading a newspaper, seemingly deep in thought, yet the minute you step towards the front door, he speaks. 

“If you are trying to follow Master Timothy, I would advise against that.”

“I-I wasn’t…how did you know?”

He smiles at you, “Master Timothy expected you would try to follow him, and asked that I make sure you rest.”

“Damn you, Tim.”

“I’ve prepared some water in the kettle and there are blankets on the couch if you’d like to watch a tv show with me?”

“That sounds great, thank you,” you sigh, giving up and trudging your way to the couch. 

You settle in under a blanket, leaning your head against the couch cushion. Alfred comes in a few minutes later with two glasses of tea and a bottle of medicine. 

You thank the man and take a few pills and the mug of tea, swallow down the pills and set the tea on the nightstand. 

Alfred turns on the TV and starts to play one of his English soap operas. The sounds all blur together and you fade in and out of consciousness, every once and a while snapping back to reality when you hear the door unlock. 

Of course, a million people seem to come and go from Wayne Mansion and your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen. Alfred has seemed to doze off as well, his eyes closed and head resting on the couch cushion behind him. 

You stand up from the couch on shaky legs, discarding the blankets next to you. You feel dizzy and lightheaded as soon as you stand up but you persevere. 

You’re not really sure where you’re going, all you know is that you want to see Tim and the first step is getting to the front door. You make it to the front entrance, and you’re only five feet from the door, but your whole body hurts so bad and you’re so tired and everything is so hot and cold. 

You brace yourself on the wall, leaning your whole body weight on it. You blink a few times, trying to keep the black spots from spreading to your vision. Everything overheats, and your muscles start to weaken. Before you can take another step, your body is failing, and your vision is going black.

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Tim comes home just in time to see you hit the floor. He drops his groceries onto the floor, not even closing the door behind him as he runs to your side. 

“Y/n?” He presses a cold hand to your forehead, “y/n, wake up!”

He gently shakes your shoulders, willing you to wake up and be okay. His family all arrive at once, staring at the two of you on the floor. 

“Why couldn’t you just stay in bed? Dummy.”

He slips his hands under your knees and arms, lifting you off the ground. Your skin is hot to the touch but you’re shivering, sweat rolling down your temples. He carries you back to his room, laying you down in the bed and covering you in blankets. 

He knows rationally that you’ll be okay, that your body was just responding to the exertion you put it through today. But emotionally? He’s freaking out. He can’t help but wish he’d stayed home with you, taken care of you himself, laid in bed with you all day. 

Tim tries to distract himself by bringing up water and medicine and a cold cloth for you, but it does little to calm his nerves. Every minute that it takes you to wake up, he only gets more and more anxious. 

Finally, after almost two hours, your eyes flutter open. Your head is pounding and it’s hard to keep from falling back asleep, but you force yourself to stay awake. 

“Tim?” You call out, your voice even raspier than before. 

“Hey, hey, I’m here,” he murmurs, getting up from his desk and kneeling at your side. “How are you feeling?”

“Bad,” you admit, tears threatening to spill. “Really bad.”

He hands you two pills and a glass of water. “Here, take these, okay?”

You struggle to swallow the pills and water but somehow manage. The pain in your body is enough to bring you to tears and you can only hope that the medicine will kick in soon. 

Tim rubs your forehead with the back of his hand. “You’re burning up…”

“I—will you lay with me? I miss you…”

Tim can only oblige. You just look so cute and so vulnerable with your glassy eyes and clammy skin. He wouldn’t dare say no to you right now. 

He kicks off his jeans and t-shirt, trading them for a pair of sweatpants before settling in next to you. He can feel your body heat even though he’s not touching you, and even though he wants to hold you, he’s not sure if he should. 

“Are you hot or cold?” He asks. 

“Cold.”

That’s all the answer he needs before he tugs you into his chest, holding your body gently to his. He places a small kiss on your forehead and makes a silent vow not to leave your side until you feel better. 

-

Wally

“Are you sure you should be going on this mission?” Wally looks at you seriously. 

“Yes. Why are you even asking?”

He presses a hand to your skin, recoiling when he feels how hot you are. “Jesus, you’re hot.”

“Well, hello to you too.” You roll your eyes. 

“Y/n, you don’t look too good. I don’t think you should be coming along,” he looks at you with genuine concern. “You’re running real hot and that’s coming from me.”

“Wally, if I don’t come along, the whole mission is screwed.”

“I know, I know. You’re so stubborn,” he sighs. “Come along but the minute you start to feel worse, you tell me, alright?”

“Alright.”

He flashes you his signature grin, planting a kiss to your nose. He squeezes your shoulders once, before giving you a half assed salute and taking off at the speed of light. 

You smile after him, but your smile fades once he’s out of sight. Your head is spinning and your whole body feels like it’s on fire. With the way your muscles are aching, you’re not sure if you’ll even be able to finish the mission. 

Still, you have to try. 

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Going on this mission was a mistake. 

It feels like every floor of the sinister science institute is filled with more and more baddies, tougher ones too. You were beat after the first floor, but now that you’re on the fifth, with three more to go, you’re not even sure if you’ll make it. 

You can hear Wally up ahead, zooming back and forth and taking out any baddies in his way. You know he’s partly doing this for you—trying to clear the floor and make things easier on you. He’d asked you one more time before you entered the facility if you were feeling up to it, and after you insisted you were, he didn’t bother to argue. 

You almost wish he did, though. Your head is spinning, everything hurts and everything is so hot and sweaty. You try to force yourself to stay awake, but even you know your movements are slow and sluggish and you’re a danger to all of your teammates. 

Nightwing is somewhere behind you, insisting there’s an air duct he can sneak through to get to the main lab before they evacuate. A part of you wishes you’d gone with him. At least then you wouldn’t be stuck leaning against a wall, desperately trying to get your bearings. 

You force yourself onto your feet, stumbling down the hall after Wally. You only make it a few steps before your muscles turn to jello and the black spots crowd your version.

You go limp, your mind retreating far, far away. 

Wally turns around just in time to see you go limp, and he’s speeding down the hallway and catching you within a fraction of a second. He doesn’t give you the chance to hit the ground, his arms already under your knees and shoulders, ready to carry you to safety. 

Your skin is hot to the touch, hotter than it was earlier. He shakes his head at you. He knew this was gonna happen. He knew you would push yourself too hard and end up getting yourself hurt. 

He gets you out of the building and into the jet you and some of the other Titans had taken to get there. He hates the thought of leaving you there, but he knows you would never forgive him if he abandoned the team now. 

Still, he only gets more and more anxious the longer the mission takes. The second Dick secures the samples he was looking for, Wally is taking off. He’s got you in his arms, speeding back towards your shared apartment. 

He’s got you home in a matter of seconds, changing you into a pair of his boxers and one of his old t-shirts. He tucks your boiling body into bed, covering you with blankets up to your waist. 

He doesn’t really know how to take care of someone when they're sick. Whenever he was sick as a kid, he would always just eat ice cream and play video games. That, or he would sneak out and go hang out with Dick or Connor. 

But he knows you need more than ice cream and video games right now. 

He decides on grabbing you water and digging through your cabinets to find any medicine that could possibly help. He tries to remember what his mom did for him when he was young, and all he can think of is a cold cloth on his forehead. Still, that’s better than leaving you there to boil to death. 

He lays the cloth gently on your forehead, leaving your water and medicine on the nightstand for when you wake up. 

He changes out of his suit, opting for a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Of course, you’re wearing his favorite t-shirt, but this one will have to do. He settles into the bed next to you, turning on the tv. He tries to keep the volume and the brightness low. 

After what seems like forever, you start to stir. Everything is too bright and hot when you open your eyes, and it has you squirming and crying. Wally is grabbing your hand as soon as you wake up, using his other hand to press the cold cloth into your forehead. 

“Shhh, babe, it’s okay.”

You clench your eyes shut and shake your head. “E-everything hurts so bad!”

He reaches across you for the water and the medicine, holding the glass up to your lips so you can take a sip before popping the pills into your mouth. You gladly swallow them, relaxing slightly at the taste of water. Wally sets the glass on the nightstand, resting his hands on your thighs. 

“I’m sorry for pushing myself so hard…I’m sorry that you had to clean up after me.”

“Aw baby,” he grins at you, but it’s not as wide and carefree as it usually is. “You know how much I love rescuing damsels in distress.”

Classic Wally, trying to make you laugh even when you feel like you’re on your deathbed. He rubs your thighs gently up and down, trying to soothe you. 

“Did the mission at least go okay?”

He kisses you gently, “don’t you worry your pretty little head about the mission, okay?”

He goes to pull away but you weakly wrap your arms around him, trying to pull him to you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, holding you tightly. 

“It’s okay baby,” he whispers. “Everything is gonna be okay. I love you so much.”

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[hearts4robs]

Hiya there!

How are you doing? I see your tumblr is pretty recent, so welcome if you weren't already an user before!

Can I request a Wally West x Gender neutral!reader? Preferably something fluffy/domestic? It isn't very specific, I just want to spread the love of ginger trackstar if you're willing to write about him ♡

Take care! Have a beautiful week :) 🍄

𝐒𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲🏁

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Fandom. DC

Pairing. Wallace(Wally) West x gn!reader

Genre. fluff/soft/sfw🍊

Word count. 899

Warnings. Light cursing, mention and use of guns (nerf guns, lol)

Req. This we requested by this lovely anon🫶

Summary. Wally always found grocery shopping relaxing. You knew exactly what to do but somehow, the two of you would still end up side tracked.

Notes. Honestly, I don’t know too much about Wally’s personality. I desperately hope I got it somewhat right, and if not, delusion will win😻I’m still quite new to the DC universe and it’s fandom so my apologies. And thank you sm for sending in a request, I absolutely love it🫶🫶 thank you, you wonderful individual and you have a very wonderful week as well <3!!

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Wally and you were like best friends. Best friends and lovers all at once, and Wally couldn’t be happier with that.

“Which one?” You ask Wally, turning to face his 6’0” form. Wally looks at you, his red hair still damp from the previous shower he had allowed himself to take before the two of you had to go shopping. You were holding two different body washes, one on each hand.

Wally thinks for a second before grabbing the one he prefers and slipping it into your cart. He lays a hand on your lower back, slipping his cold hand up beneath your shirt. I shriek quietly, arching your back away from him as you give your cart an extra push to escape his cold hand.

“Babe! I’m not your personal radiator!” You complain, a slight whine to your tone as you send Wally a glare. Wally laughs out loud as he lets his hand grab onto your side, squeezing your flesh slightly before retrieving his hand. “You’re not?” Wally asked with a wide, playful smile on his pale face. There was a teasing flush on his cheeks, and his nose scrunched up in a smile.

You grumble, pushing the cart down the aisle of the semi-quiet grocery store. Wally follows, admiring the way your back and shoulder muscles move beneath your shirt.

“Keep your cold hands to yourself.” You grumble, taking a right turn down a new aisle and opening your phone. “Oh, but what’s the fun in that [your name]?” He asks, jutting his bottom lip out as you take a pause, pulling your cart to the side so you’re not in the way. You roll your eyes, allowing Wally to wrap an arm around your waist as you find your shopping list. You check off another few things before you look up, only to be met with Wally’s grinning face.

“What are you grinning at?” You ask, frowning in slight confusion as you turn off your phone. Wally shrugged his shoulders before nudging his head to the side of yours, pressing a simple peck at your temple. “Nothin’.” He mutters, smiling, as he continues the shopping.

As the minutes pass, you find yourself in the ‘everything’s on sale; we actually don’t really want it anymore’ aisle. The aisle was filled with useless junk, kids toys, food that was 3 hours from expiring, clothes that no one would ever wear, and food you'd never heard of.

Wally was having a blast, of course. He had found a nerf gun, happily showing it off to you.

“A nerf gun fight would be fun, wouldn’t it? Looser cooks dinner?” He cocks his brow at you, a playful grin on his face. You scoff, one hand around the handle of the cart and the other picking up one of the blue, bright orange, and white plastic guns. You, as much as the idea intrigued you, raised a brow slightly, your facial expression almost disappointing and questioning as you looked at him.

He sighs, his smile faltering slightly. “Please? It’ll be fun, I promise!” Wally tries, still holding the plastic gun as he walks to you, leaning his elbows on the opposite end of the cart. I sigh, rolling your eyes as you slip the gun in your hands into the cart.

“No speedster tricks; I’ll disqualify you.” You say sternly, a small playful smile on your lips as Wally practically jumps with joy, shoving his own nerf gun of choice into the cart.

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Why has nobody told you how exhausting it is to play with nerf-guns? Sure, you’ve played your fair share but not to the point where couches has been flipped, kitchen cabinets opened and lights dimmed.

“Where the hell are you?" You mutter to yourself, army crawling your way underneath a coffee table. It was, and don’t tell anyone, scaring you shitless. As soon as you’re out of the cover of the table, you feel multiple rubber bullets hit your shoulder blades. You squeal, immediately turning around on your back and looking up as Wally laughs.

He was on top of the fucking bookcase.

“You mother-fucker-“ You grunt as Wally gets down, tackling you, planting his strong build on top of yours. You let your arms rise above your head in defeat, laughing as Wally sits up, straddling your waist and pointing his gun at your chest.

“You’ve been caught on military ground! Drop your weapon!!” He almost yells, unable to wipe his own grin from his face.

“Alright, Alright! I admit defeat; dinners on me!”

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You feel Wally’s arm wrap around your waist, kisses pressing to your shoulder as he inhaled deeply, enjoying the smell of the food in the pan in front of you.

“Smells amazing.” He murmurs, pressing another endearing kiss on your shoulder. "Smells like victory.” He grins, your eyes rolling as you give him a weak elbow in the ribs.

“Piss off, Wally!”

#I have no idea if I got this man’s personality right #😻 #dc #flash #wally west #wally west x reader #Wally west x reader fluff #sfw #fluff #soft #Wally west fluff #wallace west #what do you even write down here atp

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

DC (EXCLUDING MAINLY BATMAN/FAM) MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

CLARK KENT/ SUPERMAN

A Kent And A Wayne (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)

Effects Of The Toxin (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)

DIANA PRINCE/ WONDERWOMAN

Motherly (Diane Prince X Teen!Reader)

Family Visit (Diana Prince X Daughter!Reader)

Snow Day (Diana Prince X Reader)

Washing Up (Diana Prince X Male!Reader)

BARRY ALLEN/ FLASH

Little Gifts (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)

Anyone But Him (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)

Another Speedster (Barry Allen X Reader)

The Wayne Mystery (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Sorry!(Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Cancelled Plans (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Please Stop (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Actual Flirting (Barry Allen X Male!Reader)

Caught Red Handed (Barry Allen X Fem!Wayne!Reader)

How Did It Come To This? (Barry Allen X Sibling!Reader)

JUSTICE LEAGUE

Would You Kindly? (Justice League X Male!Reader)

Hidden Scars And Memories (Justice League X Male!Reader)

MULTIPLE

New Start (Roy Harper X Male!Reader X Jason Todd)

A Mostly Successful Mission (Jason Todd X Male!Reader X Roy Harper)

Keeping Secrets (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader X Wally West)

The Quiet Son (Bruce Wayne X Son!Reader X Justice League)

Father's Day (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)

No More Joker (Harley Quinn X Fem!Reader X Poison Ivy)

City Siren's Daughter (Harley, Ivy & Selina X Daughter!Reader)

Nightmares (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)

Their Redemption (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)

One Of Us Hurt (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)

VILLAINS

Penguin's Friend (Ed Nygma X Male!Reader)

Waiting For You (Jerome Valeska X Fem!Reader)

My Responsibility (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader)

There For Me (Harley Quinn X Batsis!Reader)

Never Going Back (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader)

We Could Be A Team (Deathstroke X Daughter!Reader)

Colleagues (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

OTHER

What Happened?! (Leonard Snart X Reader)

Close Your Eyes (Leonard Snart X Reader)

Nothing Else (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

Secret Meetings (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

We're Having A Baby? (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

She's My Sister! (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

I'm Not Letting You Go (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

Future Child (Leonard Snart X Daughter!Reader)

Saving Up (Harrison Wells X Trans!Male!Reader)

Stubborn And Injured (Raven X Fem!Reader)

Not Fireproof (Raven X Reader)

Blues Music (Teen Titans X Reader)

A Little Help (Batman X Scarecrow) Pt 1 / Pt 2

Finally Married (Rip Hunter X Reader)

Cant' Wait (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)

Sneaking Out (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)

#Batman #Superman #Wonderwoman #flash #clark kent #diana prince #barry allen #justice league #teen titans #Harley Quinn #Poison Ivy #Catwoman

[dc-and-arfrona]

DC-And-Arfrona Masterlist

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Hey! Here's my masterlist. Fun fact, I used to write for Marvel too. @arfrona-and-marvel.

Updated: 7/24/2023

All my work is GN!Reader x Character

Fluff - 💕

Angst - 🌧️

Both -  🥺

Jason Todd - Red Hood

Dick Grayson - Nightwing

Tim Drake - Red Robin

Damian Wayne - Robin

Bruce Wayne - Batman

Bat Boys - Headcannons

Roy Harper - Speedy

Wally West - Kid Flash

Barry Allen - Flash

#dc universe #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #red hood x you #robin x reader #dc imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing imagines #nightwing #dick grayson #dick grayson imagines #dick grayson x reader #Jason todd x reader #jason todd imagines #jason todd #red hood #red hood x y/n #red hood imagines #dc #dc imagines #nightwing x you #dick grayson x you #reader x nightwing #dick grayson x y/n #robin imagines

[lovelymel]

❛ 𝓑urning 𝓛ove ❜

yj!kid flash x gn!reader

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a/n :: your honor i love him i love wally west

warnings :: none i think

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“what are you listening to?”

wally’s words were teasing as he passed by your room in mount justice. you kept your door open as this time of day was often filled with crime. an alarm was sure to sound any minute.

“it’s elvis! why?” you raised a brow.

“elvis? you listen to elvis?” wally laughed.

you grinned, “i do. what’s wrong with elvis?”

“nothing’s wrong with elvis,” he laughed, “grandma.”

by now, wally was sitting on your bed, just relaxing with you until a bank robbery or something like that happened. he held a comic book in his hand, fixed on the sound of your voice and the panels of zombies.

“i am not a grandma.” you frowned, tossing a pillow at his face.

unfortunately, he caught it and placed it under his head, sinking down and continuing to read his comic. “you’re the one listening to elvis, babe.”

babe. he called you that all the time, but artemis and m’gann said he called any attractive person that. still, it made you heat up. you liked being called babe, but you kept this to yourself.

you ignored the nickname, “okay, fine, what do you listen to then?”

he sat his comic book down and brought in his speaker into the room, taking him only two seconds. “led zeppelin, van halen, guns n’ roses. pick one.”

“play a zeppelin song when elvis is done.” you smiled.

soon enough, a guitar wailed. it was a popular song. you looked back at him as he air guitar-ed like jimmy page.

you tossed yet another pillow at wally, causing him to knock over on the bed a little this time, “good pick. is whole lotta love your favorite or something?”

“yep. best led zeppelin song. the only thing that beats it is the whole lotta love i have for you.”

“oh really?” you fluttered your eyes.

“i can’t tell if you’re joking,” wally let out an awkward chuckle.

“i can’t ever tell if you’re joking,” you said.

he scooted closer to you, his jaw agape. he got up and paused the music, looking at you with his full attention. “are you serious?”

“about what?”

“the joking thing,” he said, “because i thought i was making it obvious that i have a thing for you.”

“are you sure?”

he nodded, “i’m positive. ever since i saw you for the first time kicking icicle jr’s butt i knew i liked you.”

“well, maybe i like you too.” you said, patting the bed for him to sit down next to you.

he was promptly by your side, music playing softer this time around.

“would you wanna go on a date with me later? sometime? maybe?” he asked.

feeling a new wave of courage, you planted a kiss on his cheek, “of course.”

both of you two began to lean in closer. wally moved his hand to your chin, lifting your face to meet his. before your lips connected, the alarm finally blared throughout the mountain.

“we’re so finishing that after the mission.”

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#Spotify #kid flash x reader #gender neutral fanfic #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader #wally west #wally west x you #wally west x reader #kid flash #young justice #young justice x reader #young justice imagines #x you #x you fluff #x y/n #x reader #fluff fanfiction #fluff fic #robin x reader #robin #artemis #miss martian

[prismuffin]

How about a Wally West x alien reader?

I see Wally wanting to do "text" on some of his friends, not anything bad. But like, testing theories.

So when Wally gets a crush on the reader, he hears that due to the reader's sensitive nose. Smells are really important for them.

So Wally dose so test with smell, one being Wally wearing readers clothes.

A/n: WOO WRITING AT MIDNIGHT! I hope your shift wasn't too stressful!! and if it was I hope this brings you some comfort!!

Scent

Wally West x gn!alien!reader

( summary: Wally tests your sense of smell by stealing your clothes, or at least that’s his excuse for why you keep finding him in your shirts )

Warnings?: none really! Just Wally stealing your clothes for a bit! Readers depicted to have some clothing that can fit Wally but it never mentions body types!!

!-!more under the cut!-!

When you had first walked into the base Wally immediately knew you weren't from earth. Maybe your eyes being just slightly bigger than normal was the giveaway or maybe it was Aqualad who was literally explaining how you weren't from earth. Either way, the team accepted you mostly with open arms. Wally wasn't afraid at all to invite you into his growing circle of friends and you two soon became close.

He was a curious guy in general so meeting someone who's anatomy could be completely different from his own was great for him. He'd constantly ask you questions and would run tests on you, with your consent of course. Just things like seeing if you distinguish salty vs sweet and such. (He found that you could but the sweets on earth were far too sweet for you to handle). So far he's tested your eyesight, touch, and taste but he's yet to test your sense of smell or hearing yet. He'd overheard in a conversation you had with Megan once that both your sense of smell and hearing were your most sensitive senses.

Wally soon found himself crushing on you, yearning for your silly little conversations more and more as time went on. It didn't take him long to realize that he'd fallen for you. He inadvertently started looking for ways to make you think of him, which led him to his current situation.

A mix up of laundry was what had originally caused this, your clothes getting mixed with his own was something he obviously hadn't expected. An oversized shirt that you usually wore for pajamas rested in his hands as he fought the urge to wear it. He lost said fight and put it on, you were out on a mission so it's not like you'd catch him in it. That night he'd slept in your shirt, his heart thumping as he realized it made him closer to you.

That was how Wally stealing your shirts started, at first it was just after laundry but he soon found himself seeking out your oversized shirts from your closet, liking the way they were big on his frame and the way they smelled like you. It made him giddy whenever he took a big sniff of your scent, unintentionally leaving his own scent behind each time he took an article of clothing. You noticed almost immediately when you smelt Wally's scent on some of the shirts in your closet. At first you'd thought that it was just because Wally was often the one to hand you your clothes after they were freshly washed but his smell was so deeply ingrained into the fabric that he had to have wore it. Why? You were confused at first, does he not have his own shirts and clothes? No matter how hard you thought about it you, at first, couldn't understand why he'd do such a thing. His plan had worked without him knowing, he was truly on your mind at almost all times, especially when you wore a shirt that he'd previously put on.

You found your heartbeat picking up speed whenever he was around you, his scent being almost overwhelming as he stood in front of you. Your mind blanking as you focused on the sound of every breath he took in between sentences. "Y/n?" Your eyes shot to Wally at the sound of your name on his lips. You refocused on the conversation that had been taking place moments before you started focusing too much on Wally's scent. "Hmm?" "You zoning out?" He asked, crossing his arms as he stared at you with an amused expression. "Am I that boring to listen to?" "No." The quickness of your response caught him off guard for a second, "I was just thinking," "Oh? About what?" This time your response wasn't quick, in fact it didn't come at all since you had changed the subject. "Is that my shirt?" To be honest you had noticed it eons ago but thankfully it was a quick distraction from what could've been the most awkward conversation in your life.

Wally's eyes shot down towards his chest, shooting back to your face just as quickly. "Uh-" He stuttered out before going silent, his expression turning flustered as he realized he'd been caught red handed. "I can explain this?" He gave you an awkward smile, a nervous chuckle erupting from him. "You steal them a lot huh?" He looked genuinely shocked as you spoke, "my pajama shirts." "Oh, you noticed that?" He scratched the nape of his neck as you nodded. "They always come back to me smelling like you," his awkward grin only grew the more you spoke, the metaphorical grave he dug himself only getting deeper with each sentence that left your mouth. "Well they're just really comfortable and they remind me of you." He shrugged, looking away from you as he continued. "Sometimes when you're not here I start to miss you," He chuckled to himself, his voice growing quieter, "I guess you could say I like you a lot." His smile faded as he practically whispered the last words to himself. "I like you a lot too." His head snapped up, eyes wide as he stared at you in disbelief. "Y-You heard that?!" You had to hold back a laugh at the question, clearly he'd forgotten about your heightened senses in the moment.

Nodding, you stepped impossibly closer to Wally, hearing his breath hitch in his throat as the distance between you both disappeared. "Of course I did, and I don't mind you wearing my shirts your scent is rather nice to me." A dark blush coated his entire face as he took in your words. "Really?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, watching as you nodded your head. There was a beat of silence, glances between your lips and your eyes were exchanged before he decided to speak again. "Can I kiss you?" He seemingly found his voice seeing as he was speaking a bit louder than before. You simply nodded, allowing him to take the lead seeing as kissing was almost foreign to you. His hands rested on either side of your head as he slowly leaned closer to your face, closing the short distance between you both. You huffed loudly through your nose as you kissed him back, mirroring his actions as you inhaled his scent, the smell being so overwhelming you could feel your heart fluttering.

You both pulled back when he needed to breath again. A sound of disbelief exited his mouth as he lightly touched his lips. "Damn," a wide grin broke out on his face as he looked at you. "That was so worth the wait."

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[roses-r-rosie3]

Hiya there! ♡🦊

How are you doing?

I would like to request a gender neutral!reader x Wally West! (I read your pinned post but if things changed and you're now comfortable only with male reader I am absolutely up for it as well)

I am horribly in need of fluff, soft moments, etc. So, if you're willing to write something about reader and Wally moving in together, learning even more about each other woth that, wearing each other clothes to relax at home, etc. If that's something you're up for as well!

All in all thank you for what you already wrote, I am having a blast! And as an enby (who tries very hard to look more masc because nature was mean to me) it's really lovely to read things that are more aligned with me, than usual fem readers where reader is so hyper feminine that it makes me nearly dysphoric haha.

Take care and have a beautiful week ahead! ♡♡🦊🦊

Only

Wally West x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/n 1: Hey anon! I’m seriously so glad that I could make you feel comfortable! This really means so much to me 😭❤️🫶

A/n 2: This request was also so genuinely fun to write😭

f/f = Favorite Food

Quote: “Well, I love you to the mountains and back. To the far, far hills and around Europe and Australia back to the states, China and all the way back to Korea. And I love you to the clouds and through the universe, across Mars all the way to the sun and back”

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You and Wally have been talking about moving in with each other since the day you first started dating. You couldn’t help but imagine how fun it would be to live with Wally. He was sweet, caring, loving, funny, and goofy! Why wouldn’t you want to live with him!

But now that your dream was actually becoming a reality, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy. You and Wally had saved enough money for 5 years and finally found your dream home. The two of you had everything planned out, from what to your living room, kitchen, bedroom, backyard, and even your bathroom would look like!

You and Wally packed all your stuff and belongings into some boxes (with some help of both of your parents and friends of course) and packed it into the moving truck. You and Wally said your goodbye to your family and friends before going into your car and driving to the house.

The trip there was a blast. You and Wally played music in the car, practically screaming the lyrics to every song as you drove to your dream house. Both you and Wally had seen the house before, but seeing it together made the both of you speechless.

The both of you walked inside, exploring the house together. Yep, this is definitely where you wanted to spend your whole life with Wally. A few days later, the moving truck finally arrived. After everything was set up and complete, the place finally felt like home.

The first day you and Wally spent in the house, you both decided to cuddle together on the couch, eating some snacks while watching tv. Wally snuggled his head close to your chest, taking in your scent as a warm blanket covered the both of you. The two of you eventually fell asleep on the couch, in the middle of some random romcom.

When the two of you woke up, the popcorn bowl had somehow spilled all over the blanket and Wally’s hair. Wally was a bit whiny when he found the pieces of popcorn in his hair, but when you decide to eat the piece of popcorn from his hair, the two of you started laughing your asses off.

That day, while Wally was watching the tv, you decided to surprise him with a dinner date. The two of you ate the (f/f) that you had made, while laughing and talking about random stuff. This time, the two of you didn’t sleep on the couch, and actually slept in your shared bedroom for the first time.

The moment you and Wally changed into your pjs and went into bed together, and fell fast asleep. When the you woke up, you found Wally snuggling against your chest with his arms wrapped around your body. You were originally planning to make Wally breakfast in bed but with him lying on you like this, you didn’t know if you could even try!

You slowly tried to move but each time, Wally would pull you closer, his grip seeming to get tighter with each attempt. But when you finally got out of his grasps, he let out a whine.

“Y/n come back to bed and snuggle with me” Wally complained.

“Oh come on you big baby, I’m making you breakfast in bed” you laughed.

That seemed to shut Wally up, because he fell dead asleep, while hugging the pillow you were laying on. When you finally got done making breakfast, you set it on a tray (idk what to call it) and walked into your shared bedroom. When you opened the door you saw Wally sitting upright on the bed, seemingly to have waited for you to be done.

“Finally you came” Wally giggled.

“Did I not make the kings breakfast fast enough?” You teased.

“No you did not” Wally said jokingly as you set down the tray of food in front of him.

“Oh, then I guess I should leave while the king eats his food then…”

“No wait! Stay in here with me! I wanna talk to you while I eat” Wally whined.

“Fine, but just let me go get my plate” you smiled.

After you got your plate of breakfast, you quickly joined Wally in your bed. Wally immediately started to talk about some new movies that were about to come out as he shoved some food into his mouth. You couldn’t help but to laugh a hit at Wally’s energy. His bright smile, his gleaming eyes, his dimples… sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky.

When the two of you finished your breakfast, Wally even helped you clean up. You and Wally sat down on the couch, finishing up the tv show you were watching. Wally snuggled next to you once again while the two of you were watching. You ended up learning that Wally had a habit sniffing your clothes, to calm him down even more than he already was.

By the time the two of you finished your tv show, it was already lunch time! So you quickly decided to make some grilled cheese (if you don’t like grilled cheese just replace that with whatever you like). After the two of you were done eating, you decided to take a long nap, that lasted until dinner time.

For dinner, you and Wally decided to order some takeout. The two of you decided to take a quick little shower together while you waited for the food to arrive. After the two of you were done showering, you thought it would be funny if you and Wally could switch clothes.

When you mentioned it to Wally, he was immediately esthetic and said yes instantly. As soon as you put Wally’s shirt on, it felt like heaven. Not too long later, the takeout arrived and the two of you sat on the couch and immediately dug in while watching yet another movie.

“Wally” you said.

“Hm?”

“I love you so much, dating you was one of the best decisions of my life” you smiled.

“Well, I love you to the mountains and back. To the far, far hills and around Europe and Australia back to the states, China and all the way back to Korea. And I love you to the clouds and through the universe, across Mars all the way to the sun and back” Wally smiled back cheekily before pulling you in for a kiss.

(AND YES THAT WAS A ROSÈ REFERENCE)

Live footage of the reader after Wally said that:

YEP THIS WAS THE MAN YOU WERE DEFINITELY MEANT TO BE WITH.

#male x male #mlm #malexmale #male reader #mxm #rosesrrosie3 #wally west x you #wally west x y/n #wally west x reader #wally west x male reader #Wally west x female reader #Wally west x gender neutral reader #wally west #kid flash x male reader #kid flash x you #kid flash x reader #kid flash #kid flash x female reader #kid flash x gender neutral reader #gay

[your-regular-toast-enjoyer]

Yandere Dick Grayson headcanons/Yandere Nightwing headcanons

Dick Grayson x reader. Yandere!Dick Grayson x reader/ Yandere Dick Grayson x Reader

Nightwing x reader. Yandere!Nightwing x reader/ Yandere Nightwing x Reader

Word count: 3236 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, kidnapping, toxic family relations, obsession, manipulation.

I’m imagining that the two of you met each other when you were young. Maybe you were a part of Teen Titans or Young Justice. Let’s say that you were someone’s sidekick. It doesn’t matter whose, as long as it isn’t Batman’s.

At first, he wouldn’t notice you much, he was too interested in Starfire, Koriand’r. And he already had a best friend in the form of Kid Flash, Wally West. 

You were likely not the team’s best fighter, not the worst either, just an average, middle-of-the-road hero sidekick, who followed your leader’s orders and got your job done with minimal obstacles. Perhaps you were also a bit of a lone wolf, doing most of your missions alone or with one specific teammate who’s your best friend on the team… Your version of a Wally, if you will… This would certainly keep your true skills and personality hidden from Dick longer.

For years, you were just another teammate to Dick. His friend? Certainly! But nothing more…

Then one day, during an incredibly dangerous mission, luck isn’t on the team’s side. You’re all hunched together behind a large object within some rogue’s lair, and Dick is trying to find any possible solution that will get you all out of there safely, all plans of completing the mission abandoned.

The whole team is focused on Dick, waiting patiently for his verdict. All, except you. You’ve spotted some weak spot or opening, which, (while risky), could bring this nightmare to a close for all of your teammates. You know that you’ll be putting yourself in a high-risk situation, that there’s a near-certain likelihood that you’ll get hurt and a chance of death which isn’t too far behind in terms of possibility. That’s exactly why you don’t mention your plans to anyone before setting them into motion. It’s irresponsible, but you see no other way out.

Jumping straight into the action, no one notices your disappearance until your opponent howls in excruciating pain. The entire team turns to you exploiting the enemy’s weakness to your advantage. They’re amazed, you’re getting attacks through to the foe they thought untouchable, well… You were… until your plan backfired spectacularly. 

The enemy gets one good hit in, and you’re on the ground, wheezing for air. Strange bulges on the sides of your costume clearly show how your ribs have cracked apart like sticks under a soldier’s boot. The team isn’t necessarily able to concern themselves with you right at that moment though as Dick orders them all to attack immediately. He then enlists the help of whichever other team member you’re closest to, to drag you back to your previous hiding spot. Making sure that you cannot be further harmed, as he then joins in on the fight.  

It isn’t until you’re laying passed out in a hospital bed, multiple surgeries having been done on your broken ribcage and ruptured spleen, that Dick cracks. He yells at your teammates to leave the room if they’ve come to visit you. “They need rest! Are you blind?! I can’t have all of you running in and out, disturbing their healing process!” The others relent, he’s got a point after all. Besides, what is the point of visiting you when you haven’t even woken up from the surgeries yet?

Only when Dick is sure that no one is there to see him does he break down. It starts with small droplets of salty tears collecting in his eyes, but as they start to roll further and collect in the bottom of his domino mask, he rips the thing off violently. Dick realises that this might be one of the first times where he has been around you without his mask. He usually keeps it on whenever he’s talking about missions… and he now recognises that’s pretty much all you two talk about. It makes him feel worse. He was so close to pretty much everyone in the team… everyone except you. What type of leader makes such a mistake? He’s supposed to be someone you can trust and talk to… Well, your previous stunt proves to him that you felt like you could do neither, and now you’re lying here, unconscious and brutally hurt… All because of Dick’s neglect. He vows to make it up to you.

He sits by your side for hours, holding your hand gently, until you wake up. “What were you thinking?” It comes out harsher than Dick intended it to, but he’s just frustrated at himself, he genuinely wanted to know what had been going through your head at that moment. Had you done it for the good of the team? To accomplish the mission? To punish him for his accidental negligence? Well! You’ve certainly done all three!

You answer all his questions curtly, which is to be expected and almost impressive… You just woke up from multiple extensive surgeries, (for which you were sedated), most others would be rambling at this point. 

It is after this event that Dick starts to keep constant tabs on you…Stalking you, if you will… He feels as if he needs to constantly know where you are, what you are doing, and who you are with. He feels that if he doesn’t know all these things constantly, then you are probably in danger. I mean, look what happened to you the last time Dick didn’t know where you were! 

You might start to notice how Dick will cling to your side the moment you enter one of the common areas. He’ll obsessively try to get to know you. Questions like, “What’s your favourite colour?”, “Who’s your favourite band?”, “Do you prefer apples or pears?”; “Vanilla or chocolate?”, “Cats or dogs?”, and so on, will be slung at you with impressive speed. It feels like he’s collecting information for some type of database…(which he might be)… and it will slowly start to make you uncomfortable.

Your discomfort at Dick’s interrogation-like behaviour might make you slowly go less and less out into the common areas, hoping to escape his company. 

You not coming out into the common area as often doesn’t sit right with Dick though. He gets anxious and starts to think that you’re distancing yourself from the entire team. That thought in turn leads to him thinking that you’re planning on quitting the team because of your accident, returning back to your mentor’s side as a sidekick once again.

Dick refuses to let that happen. He’ll put you on so many missions and patrols with him that you barely have time to do much else. You’ll start to miss your best friend from the team. You two used to do all your patrols together. However, now that you and Dick are always together, they have to go out on patrols with Koriand’r or Wally. It’s like a patrol partner shift, and you much preferred your old one.

One day you might confront Dick about his recent behaviour change and he panics. “What do you mean?! Are you saying that you don’t like my company?! I’m just trying to get to know you better! We never hung out before! Do you not like me or something?! Why are you complaining about hanging out with me?!” He looks so hurt that it’s hard for you to voice your concerns. It’s worse than a kicked puppy, this is a puppy that has been beaten with a bat. His look of betrayal is so intense that you slowly back off.

If you are someone who has a hard time seeing others hurting, you might ask him if he’s okay. What’s going on in his life? Does he wanna talk about it? If you do that, he’ll probably break down. He won’t be crying, Dick was after all raised by the Batman, but he might hug you close to him and explain how scared he was after your accident. How he truly thought he lost you. His speech will be so earnest that you’ll practically be unable to reprimand his behaviour change. I mean, how could you? Especially when your team leader has laid out his bleeding heart for you.

The truth is… Dick’s outburst was entirely fabricated. Does it mirror exactly how he feels? Yes. However, Dick uses his vulnerability as a weapon for manipulation. Oh! How could you treat him like that? He just wants to help! … Yeah, help himself alleviate this building sense of butterflies that is eating away at his stomach.

Dick is a manipulative little…not so little… shite. He will make you feel responsible for all of his negative emotions if you try to distance yourself from him. On the other hand, he’ll protect you from anything and everything… But boy does he make you aware that he’s going out of his way every. Single. Day. just to protect you from harm.

Your relationship with the other teammates will slowly deteriorate as Dick doesn’t feel he can trust them with you, keeping you away from them. Even your best friend. Dick himself will keep up appearances and keep them all close to him. He needs them to like him so that they won’t pose a threat to you.

Dick slowly realises while in the midst of his protective services that he doesn’t just see you as a vulnerable teammate anymore. He’s gained a massive crush on you. Your eyes are like diamonds to him and your voice is music to his ears. When you look at him, a strange pain in his lower abdomen emerges. He likes it. But you won’t.

When Dick realises his feelings, his behaviour will crank up to eleven. He doesn’t even consider that you might not like him. “That’s imperative”, he thinks. Dick is good-looking, he always has been, and people have always praised him for it. He has had multiple girlfriends and people who were willing to throw themselves at his feet for just a kiss. How could you not like him? Everyone else has always made him an object of desire… Whether he wanted to be or not. Well, this time he does.

Dick wants you to be just as crazy for him as he is for you. All the missions you go on will be with him alone. Your patrols with Dick will slowly start to turn into half date/half patrol, as he will flirt with you throughout the entire thing. Even when the two of you are fighting rogues, (which would pose a challenge, if he wasn’t as good of a fighter as he is, and as naturally charismatic as he can be). 

Whether you’re reciprocating his flirtatious behaviour or not doesn’t matter. If you do, he’ll be over the moon, ready to go to the nearest jeweller and buy a ring to propose with. If you don’t, he’ll just see you as shy. That’s okay, it’s cute!

Whatever your reaction to his flirting is, he’ll invite you to a family dinner with Bruce, Alfred and maybe Jason/Tim, (if you guys are in Young Justice and Dick has already picked up the mantle of Nightwing).

Whether or not you want to go to the dinner. You’ll be made acutely aware by Dick that it’s really not your choice. It’s his. Now, this might’ve signalled that something was off, but at this point, you’re all too used to this treatment.

When you’re sitting in Wayne manor at a long dinner table, wearing either an uncomfortably tight dress or a navy blue suit, (to match Dick’s), you notice how tense the air is, a knife wouldn’t even be able to cut it, you’d need a chainsaw. 

Dick had chosen and bought your outfit, he would never make you pay for anything. Still, the formality of it all is suffocating. As far as you are aware, you had simply come here as Dick’s friend. An extra person for him to chat with so he didn’t become bored. Wally had been here a bunch of times when they were younger, you remembered the two of them always taking off together, whenever they took time off.

Dick is finicky. Bruce’s cold stare penetrates you. Alfred seems nice but ultimately holds quiet. If either Tim or Jason is there, they’ll simply let their eyes wander from their brother to you, then back again.

You might try to alleviate the tensions by saying something like, “It’s nice to meet you all” or “It’s a pleasure to finally meet Dick’s family for the first time”. You might try to crack a joke, which only Dick will chuckle at. No matter what you do, you’ll simply receive a nod from Bruce, a smile from Alfred or a questioning look from the younger brother.

When the food is served, you’ll occupy yourself with that. If you have long hair, you’ll suddenly feel Dick take a piece of it and move behind your ear, while you’re trying to take a bite. If you don’t, Dick might wipe away some invisible food from the corner of your mouth. “I love you”, he suddenly mutters.

You stand still, taking in what Dick just said. You might try to play it off with a, “Yeah, you too, dude. You’re a great friend”. But Dick isn’t having it. He’ll be bolder in his confession. “I am in love with you”. Everyone at the table is now looking at you two. You realise why Dick brought you here. He wanted to put you on the spot so you couldn’t refuse. Manipulative as ever.

If you say that you reciprocate his feelings. Then the tension in the room suddenly dissipates. Bruce starts to indulge you in his dry humour. Alfred starts to act like the grandfather that everyone has always dreamed of, with old stories galore and soft jabs at the men in the family. Jason/Tim starts to share embarrassing stories of Dick. “Oh! Did you know that Dick once tried to make a summersault while hanging from the chandelier and then, when the thing swung too much, he was thrown through a window… Still landed the summersault though!” You’ll have a great evening, finally enjoying Alfred’s excellent cooking properly. Dick will be overjoyed and he’ll kiss you deeply multiple times throughout the night. You’ll properly end up sharing his bed in his old bedroom… Make of that what you will…

However, if you refuse his feelings. Saying that you do not reciprocate… Well, Dick will stand still for a second. They all will. Then Dick’s face will turn cold. Colder than you have ever seen it. “Did I say you had a choice in the matter?” Dick will tackle you to the ground, and wrestle with you until he finally has you in a joint lock. You might try to call out for the others to help you, but Alfred will have guided Dick’s younger brother back to his bed and Bruce is willing to do anything for his oldest son… even ignoring him kidnapping a teammate. Bruce will slowly retire to the Batcave, getting ready for patrol, as Dick forces his lips on yours, demanding that you either start loving him back or at least pretend to do so. 

As opposed to someone like adult Damian, Dick doesn’t care if you actually love him. He’d prefer you to do so, obviously. But to him, the most important thing is that he can play make-believe and that the two of you act like a loving couple. He doesn’t believe it to be a punishment to be with him, even if you don’t love him. He’s objectively handsome and he knows it, everyone else has always bowed down to him based on his looks and charisma, and he will make sure that you’re no different.

If you refuse his declaration of love, he’ll tie you up in his old childhood bedroom. He’ll quit your team on both of your behalfs, naming Aqualad as the new leader. From then on, he’ll fight by Bruce’s side as Nightwing, his way of paying back his father for seeing through his fingers with Dick’s crimes. When he’s not doing vigilante work, he’ll be right by your side. Caressing and loving you. Making you break to his will. And if your previous mentor has anything to say, Bruce will reassure them that something traumatic happened to you. That your best friend and boyfriend, Dick, is simply taking care of you until you’re feeling better. Since it’s Bruce, the Batman, telling them this, they won’t second guess it. He’s justice, after all.

Whether you reciprocated or not. Dick would probably find it safer for the two of you to stay in Wayne manor. Even if you did reciprocate his feelings, he’ll make both of you quit the team and move in with Bruce. 

When Dick judges that he can trust you enough, he’ll let you roam throughout the entire manor. Not outside though, Gotham is a dangerous city. The only safe place is within the manor’s walls since it’s so well-protected.

Bruce would enjoy having his oldest son back and he would partially credit this to you. He’d treat you relatively nicely. If there’s a hobby you really enjoy, Bruce might give you the go-ahead to just take one of the rooms in the manor and convert it into whatever you like, a gamer room? An atelier? Whatever you want it to be, go for it!

Alfred would be kind to you as well. If you’re stuck there against your will, he will feel immense guilt. But he is bound to follow Bruce’s orders and has no choice but to cooperate. He’ll always be there for you to talk and vent your frustrations to, though. He’ll even bake you his famous chocolate-chip biscuits if you want them.

If it’s Jason who’s in the house at the time, I can see him trying to connect with you tentatively by asking you to read Jane Austen to him or go to you when he needs to get patched up.

If it’s Tim, he might ask you about your time on the Teen Titans/Young Justice team, he’ll be in total awe, and might even get you to help him with homework, (even if he could’ve easily done it himself).

Whichever brother it might be, Dick will allow you to spar with them. He’d like for your fighting skills to stay well-tuned, in case you’ll ever need to defend yourself. You’ll never be better at fighting than Dick though, he’s trained since he was a pre-teen and his mentor was Batman… There’s no beating that.

In short. Dick will keep you forever. He’ll be obsessive and protective, nothing will come between your love, not even you. He’ll use his father’s unconditional love for his eldest son to his advantage, and he’ll manipulate you every which way fits him. He’ll build a family with you, whether you want to settle down or not, and not once regret any of it. If you fight his love, he’ll have no sympathy. Dick is confident, he’s been treated as an object of eros by the press and most others outside his family since he was a teen, all because of his agreeable personality and striking looks. It warped his perception of self massively. He doesn’t understand that there could ever be anyone who doesn’t want him. So, to be extra concise. If you gain him as a yandere, you’re royally screwed.

#yandere dick grayson #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #yandere nightwing #nightwing x reader #yandere dick grayson x reader #yandere nightwing x reader

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DCU Masterlist (2024)

General

Oneshots

"A Sisters Love" ( x Platonic! Batsis! Reader )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

You realize you have a lot to learn about yourself outside of your little brother, Damian’s, shadow.

"Ohana, Bitch!" ( x Platonic! Batsis! Reader )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

"Call Mom" ( x Platonic! Batmom! Reader )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

Dick Grayson

Oneshots

"Animal Instinct" ( x Platonic! Damian Wayne )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

"Wedding Mishap"

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

Headcanons

Dick Grayson when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Damian Wayne

Oneshots

"Animal Instinct" ( x Platonic! Reader ) ( x Dick Grayson )

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

"Trust Takes Time" ( x Platonic! Batmom! Reader )

@lazydoodlesandfanfic

Damian is very closed of to batmom, and she is just trying to get close to him. One day, he has a bad day and he tells batmom everything because there’s no one else there.

Headcanons

Damian Wayne x GN!Superpowered!Kyle!Reader

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Damian Wayne when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Damian Wayne with a Muslim S/O

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Bruce Wayne

Oneshots

"The Reveal"

@toastedkiwi

No summary provided

Headcanons

Bruce Wayne when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Conner Kent

Headcanons

Conner Kent when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Jason Todd

Oneshots

"DIY Nerf Gun"

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

"Curls"

@cipheress-to-k-pop

No summary provided

Headcanons

Jason Todd when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Tim Drake

Headcanons

Tim Drake when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Roy Harper

Headcanons

Roy Harper when his Future child comes to the Present

Wally West

Headcanons

Wally West when his Future child comes to the Present

@cipheress-to-k-pop

Arthur Curry

Oneshots

"When World’s Collide" ( Marvel Crossover )

@fanficimagery

Imagine leaving New York behind after a messy breakup, only to return five years later. Your old friends are happy, if a little nervous for any possible drama, but everything turns out well when they realize you're doing very well for yourself.

#masterlist #fanfic recommendation #dcu #gen fic #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #conner kent #jason todd #roy harper #tim drake #wally west #arthur curry

[froggibus]

Resurrection - Wally West

Pairing: Wally West x gn! Reader, platonic! Dick Grayson x reader

Genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: it’s been almost a year since Wally died, and life has not been kind to you. it doesn’t help that when you get the flu and your fever spikes, you start seeing the speedster everywhere you turn

CW: loss of a loved one, grief, sickness, hallucinations, reader is worried they’re going crazy, overactive imagination, mentions of death, mentions of suicide, panic attacks, ghosts, reader was a part of Young Justice, mutual pining, friends to lovers, resurrection

This alludes heavily to the Young Justice tv show, especially Wally’s death. I apologize in advance because I have poor knowledge of the Flash Family and speedforce!!

day 1 of me pushing my Wally West agenda!! i absolutely adore Wally, and im so happy to be writing about him. this is literally the longest thing ive ever posted on this site but I got so into the story that I couldn’t stop. hopefully this makes sense and isn’t just a jumble of words 😭also i think from now on im gonna include wally in any of my dick/jason/tim hcs

also im very tempted to do a pt2/make a series of wally adapting to life afterwards

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You groan in your bed, your fever spiking to an almost unbearable temperature. You spend a lot of time in bed nowadays—ever since your best friend died almost a year ago, you haven’t had the drive to do much. But being sick the past week has only confined you to your bed even more. 

You roll over, hoping the other half of your pillow is somehow cooler than the side you’re on now. It’s not, and your body feels like it’s going to overheat. If it was possible to put less clothing on, you would, but the chances of your roommate coming in and seeing you naked are too high. 

Speaking of your roommate, you know that when Dick comes home and sees how bad your temperature has gotten, he’ll rush you to the hospital. Paranoid, big brother Dick who insists he can’t lose another friend. Dick, who moved in with you a few months after Wally died because he was afraid you might hurt yourself. Dick, who forced you to put socks on and keep most of your clothes on because even though you feel hot, he knows you’re still vulnerable to the cold. 

The socks scratch at your ankles now and you long to pull them off, lazily dragging your feet together. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to calm your burning nerve ends. 

As much pain as you’re in, this is the most you’ve felt since Wally died. From the day you watched him get vaporised, everything around you has just gotten duller by the day. You can hardly stomach to put on your costume, let alone look at Barry or Bart. Even seeing The Flash on the news is enough to make you sick. 

“Y/n,” a soft voice echoes from the bed next to you. 

You force your eyes open, your dark room greeting you. “Hello?”

There’s no answer, and you’re able to close your eyes again. You relax into your bedsheets, kicking the blankets off of your legs in a desperate attempt to get some relief. Clearly your fever has spiked to the point where you’re losing it. 

“Y/n!” The voice is stronger now, and it sounds more desperate than before. More than that—there’s something familiar to it. 

You open your eyes again and gasp, all of the breath leaving your body. There, sitting on the bed next to you, is Wally. His green eyes are full of concern, his mouth pulled into a tight line. 

“Oh god,” you whine, “I really am losing it.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing the hallucination of your dead best friend to go away. How could any god be so cruel to inflict this on you? Knowing how you felt about Wally—and what he’d said to you during your last moments together?

When you open your eyes again, he’s still sitting there. His unruly red hair is falling into his face and all you want is to reach out and brush it away. 

“You’re not losing it,” he says. 

“I’m so sick that I’m hallucinating my dead best friend. How is that not losing it?”

He shrugs. “I mean it does sound pretty crazy, but I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You’re dead,” you say simply, voice void of emotions. “You died and you left and you’re never coming back.”

“I got better.”

Everything about him screams Wally. His voice, his mannerisms, even the stupid jokes he makes. But you know it’s just your brain playing a stupid trick on you. Your braincells have overheated and you’re left staring at a ghost. 

“No, you didn’t. And you never will, Wally. And I know that so I don’t get why my stupid brain can’t leave this alone.”

He lays down on his side next to you, looking up at you with those doe eyes. “There wasn’t a body, you know.”

His words make you angry, they make you choke on the lump in your throat. But he’s right. Something about his death always seemed wrong to you, and even after this long, you still can’t accept it. He’s saying all of the right things, and it almost makes you believe he’s really here. 

“So say you are here…why now? Why here? Why am I the only one who’s seen you?”

He strokes his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “I don’t really know, y/n. I’ve been here the whole time. I’ve watched everything. I know how hard things have been for you guys…” 

You don’t say anything, just staring at him expectantly, forcing him to keep talking. 

“I’m sorry you’re sick, but I’m glad Dick is taking care of you.”

“Answer the question, Wally. Why now?”

He sighs. “I think it’s because you’re sick. I think once your fever got past a certain point you were able to hear me, and once you could hear me, you could see me.”

“How would that even work?” You squint at him, “how did you even know I could hear you?”

“I didn’t it’s just—it’s a habit to talk to you, you know? But anyway, I think it has something to do with the speed force being attracted to the release of energy, and whenever you have a fever, you release massive amounts of it. But since yours is so high…” he gestures at himself for emphasis. 

“So as long as I stay sick, I can see you?”

“I think so.”

“Then I never want to get better,” you murmur. 

“Y/n,” he sighs, and the tone he uses makes you freeze. You’ve only ever heard him use it once before—with you on the day he died. 

The thought brings a tear to your eye, his words echoing in your ears. I love you, y/n, I always have. I’ll be back for you, okay?

When Dick gets home from work, he’s surprised to hear you talking. His first instinct is that you’re feeling better and you’re arranging to go back to work, but as he gets closer to your bedroom door, he realizes it’s not the case. 

He listens in for a bit, hearing a one sided conversation. As soon as he hears you say ‘Wally’, he’s barging through your door only to find you talking to the air. 

“Dick!” You cry out, gesturing to the empty bed next to you, “look! He’s back, he’s here. Wally’s here!”

Dick’s heart aches for you. You’re clearly unwell and in your feverish state, your mind is playing tricks on you. 

“Y/n,” Dick sighs, “I think it’s time we go to a doctor.”

He approaches your bedside slowly, trying not to startle or upset you. He knows you’re hallucinating, and he really doesn’t want to trigger anything worse to happen. 

He kneels at your bedside, just behind Wally. “Come on, we need to get you to the hospital.”

“N-no! I can’t leave Wally!”

Wally’s face crinkles up the way it always has when he feels guilty. “Y/n, I think you should go with Rob.”

“No!” You cry out, “you can’t leave me again!”

Dick gives you no warning before he’s pulling you into his arms, your feverish skin scorching his. He holds you securely, even as you cry and beg him to take you back to Wally. 

“Wally, please! Do something! Let him see you! Don’t—don’t leave me again!”

“Y/n,” Dick rubs your sweaty hair out of your face. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re really sick, and you’re hallucinating, but we’ll make you all better. I just need you to trust me.”

You take a deep breath, and then another, looking over Dick’s shoulder at the redhead sitting on your bed, giving you a sad look. He gives you a wave, “it’s okay, y/n. Everything will be okay.”

You just hope he’s right. 

—

The hospital takes an eternity to admit you, leaving you lying on Dick’s lap in the waiting room. You keep your eyes closed, hoping that if you open them Wally will be there, but you know he won’t. 

Dick strokes your hair, rubs your back, does anything he can to keep you comfortable. When a nurse finally calls your name, he helps you to your feet and half carries you down the hall. 

They leave the two of you in a small, isolated room with a bed covered in scratchy sheets. Dick helps you climb up while the nurse insists a doctor will be by shortly. 

Dick holds your hand the whole time, the skin on his palm turning sweaty from where your hand touches his. Your fever has only gone up since you left the house and you feel like you’re going to burn alive. 

Finally, a doctor comes in and she starts to run all kinds of tests on you. After a while, they insert an IV into your arm and push fluids to keep you hydrated. They give you medicine to help you drift off to sleep, your eyes fluttering shut before you realize what’s happening. 

You wake up a few hours later, Dick no longer asleep at your bedside. Your temperature has gone down, and while you still feel feverish, you’re coherent enough to know what’s going on around you. 

“—hallucinating our best friend who died almost a year ago.” Dick tried to keep his voice down but you can hear it from the hallway. 

“It’s common in extremely high fever’s to experience visual, auditory and sometimes even tactile hallucinations,” the doctor explains. “Y/n’s fever was beyond high enough to cause any number of these complications.” 

Your shoulders slump. You knew deep down that Wally wasn’t really there, that he was a hallucination, but a part of you just hoped…

“But it’s going to be alright? There’s not any permanent side effects?”

The doctor sounds tired of Dick’s questions. “No, we’re keeping y/n overnight for observation but there shouldn’t be any long term side effects.”

Dick thanks the woman and slips back into your room, stopping in his tracks past the door when he realises you’re awake. “How are you feeling?” He whispers. 

“Somewhat better,” you admit. “Not hallucinating anymore.”

He sits in the chair next to your bed and squeezes your hand. “That’s good to hear.”

“I-I’m sorry if I upset you earlier…talking about Wally and everything. I just—it seemed so real, you know? He was right there, Dick.”

“I know. You don’t need to apologize. Your mind was playing tricks on you, n/n. I know you didn’t mean any harm by it.”

You can’t help the tears that trickle down your cheeks. “I just—I miss him so much!” 

“It’s okay,” Dick leans over your bed, pulling you tightly to his chest. “I miss him too. I miss him so, so much. And if there was any chance…you know I would take it too.”

“Did I ever tell you what he said to me that day? Just before he passed?”

Dick shakes his head. 

“He said—,” your voice shakes so severely it’s hard to get the words out. “He said ‘I love you, y/n. I always have. I’ll be back for you, okay?’” 

The gears in Dick’s brain click together, and suddenly everything makes sense. It was no secret that you and Wally had been pining after each other for years. Always cuddling and fighting and loving and hating each other. Dick was close to both of you, and he of all people knew how your feelings were bubbling over. He knew how badly you wanted to be with Wally—and how badly Wally wanted to be with you.

It’s a cruel joke, he thinks. That in one day you got everything you wanted, and an hour later had it ripped away. No wonder you’d been like a zombie this year.

“Y/n…” he squeezes your hand reassuringly. 

You squeeze his hand back, and between the fever and the medicine and Dick’s skin on yours, everything in the world feels right for a minute. 

—

It takes two weeks for you to fully recover from being sick. If it weren’t for your roommate being the ultra rich adoptive son of Bruce Wayne, you probably would have had to go back to work sooner. Dick insisted that you stay home until you were fully recovered, though, offering to cover your bills for the month. 

It’s also been two weeks since you saw Wally. It’s been easy to brush it off as a fever dream, but something deep within you wants it to be something more than that. Still, you try to continue on with your day to day life, putting thoughts of the speedster as far away from you as possible. 

You pull into the Bludhaven News parking lot with ten minutes to spare. You grab your bag from the passenger seat and clip your badge to your shirt before grabbing the coffee you’d stopped for on the way. You’re determined to make today a good day. 

You settle in at your desk, smiling at the picture of you and the original Young Justice team was kids. It makes you happy, but in the most bittersweet meaning of the word. You run your fingers across the glass, stopping them at the lightning symbol on Wally’s chest. 

You’re interrupted by your boss stopping at your desk. 

“Hey, l/n, good to have you back,” she smiles, and you feel as though she really means it. “We’re having a meeting in five minutes.”

You nod, thanking her. She leaves you at your desk, letting you get organized before you have to meet them in the conference room. 

You bring your laptop and coffee and settle in at the big round table in the spinning desk chair. Other journalists, reporters and higher ups slowly file into the room, filling it up until it’s so full it feels almost hard to breathe. 

Your boss enters the room last, standing at the front in front of the tv. She welcomes you back before explaining what’s going on in current events, and what she expects everyone to report on. 

You sip your coffee, zoning out for the majority of her presentation. Every once and a while, she clicks a remote and the screen changes to a new slide. You don’t pay much attention to the tv, only glancing at it every so often. 

When the screen changes to three familiar figures, you freeze. It feels like someone dumped cold water on you, and you’re painfully aware of everything going on around you. 

The screen shows Wally, Bart and Barry on the day he died. Wally has a big grin on his face, clad in his Kid Flash suit, giving a salute to a security camera. You’re not sure how they got this picture, but a part of you wishes they didn’t. 

“—the one year anniversary since the Flash Family saved the world, and since Kid Flash bravely sacrificed himself to achieve this goal. We want to honour them for their ultimate sacrifice, and that’s why this month, we’ll be doing daily pieces on the great exploits of the family. Also—,”

Her words echo in your ears, everything feels far away from you. The only thing you can focus on is the way your heart is pounding and the way all the air is sucked out of your lungs. Wally’s face stares at you from the tv screen, and the walls close in. 

You’re on your feet in an instant. “Pardon me,” you rasp out, before almost running out of the room. 

You’re not sure where you’re going. Your head is spinning, your heart is racing, everything is fading away. You stumble your way into the bathroom, locking the door behind you before your knees buckle and you hit the floor. 

You claw at your throat, desperate for air. You squeeze your eyes shut, clenching your fists, desperate for pressure. When you open your eyes, you swear Wally is there. 

“You’re not here,” you gasp. “You’re not real.”

Wally’s green eyes are wide, staring at you with concern. “Y/n—,”

“You’re not real! You’re just some ghost—fucking haunting me for no reason at all!”

It breaks his heart to see you like this. So sad, so hurt, barely able to breathe. 

“Stop,” you choke out, “stop haunting me! Stop, stop, stop it!”

Wally hasn’t seen you have a panic attack this bad since you were kids. Curled up in a ball, gasping for air and repeating the same word over and over again. He’s desperate to help you—help you like he did back then. 

He doesn’t even register what he’s doing until he pulls you into his lap, arms tight around your waist. He keeps a hand over your heart, tracing circles over it. 

“Y/n, y/n…” He murmurs softly, “y/n, listen to me. Deep breath in, okay? Follow my example, feel my heart beating.”

You’re not sure how you can feel his arms on you, feel his heart beating against your back. You’re half convinced you’ve already fainted, and you’re laying on the bathroom floor having another fever dream. 

Still, you follow his example. You breathe in when you feel his chest rise, and breathe out when you feel his chest fall. You stay silent for a few minutes, leaning completely against Wally until you can breathe again. 

Wally rubs your hair, his other hand tracing circles on your hip bone. “How are you feeling?” He asks. 

“Better,” you admit. 

It takes a few minutes longer for either of you to register that he’s touching you. His hands are on your body and you can feel them. 

“Wally, you’re touching me.”

“I’m touching you?”

The shock is almost enough to send you back into a panic attack. Ghosts can’t touch people, neither can fever dreams. But somehow, someway, Wally West is holding you in his arms. 

—

You leave the bathroom ten minutes later, after you and Wally went back and forth on if he was really there with you or not. You insist you’re losing it, but Wally insists he’s there, and somehow when you were sick, you connected to the speed force and now you can see him. 

You head back to your desk with no intention of working, set on researching the speed force and if it’s possible to connect to it without being a speedster. Of course, Google doesn’t yield the results you hope, so you decide to go a different route. 

You pull out your phone and text Dick. 

You: do you think you could get me Barry’s number? need it for work 

Robin 1.0: I think I can manage 

You: you’re the best 

Robin 1.0: don’t you know it

It only takes a few minutes before he texts you his contact for Barry Allen. You waste no time in opening the contact and sending him a quick text. 

Of course, you don’t get to see what he responds because suddenly your boss is over your shoulder. 

“Y/n, you know what our policy is on personal devices at work. There’s too much sensitive information here.”

“I know, I know. But if I play my cards right,” your ability to think on your feet coming in handy, “I could get us an exclusive interview with the Flash.”

She lights up at that. “Okay, but remember, no pictures or recordings.”

“Sure thing,” you nod and wait for her to leave before opening up your phone and seeing that you have a new text. 

You: can I ask you a few questions on the speed force?

Barry Allen: sure thing

You: i know the speedforce is like it’s own separate thing that speedsters connect to, but is it possible for non speedsters to connect to it? 

Barry Allen: only under extenuating circumstances. not every ordinary person can just connect to it, but if you’ve been in contact with the speedforce unwittingly or if a speedster has accidentally shared particles with you it’s possible. why?

You: just…a theory im working on for work. we’re doing a piece on Flash Family to honour you guys for saving the world and I wanted to look into it more 

You: thank you

Barry Allen: do you think you’ve been in contact with a speedster recently?

You: i don’t know, if I’m being honest. 

Barry Allen: okay…keep me updated, okay? if you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask 

You: thanks

You frown, your conversation with Barry only making you feel more confused. How would you have had contact with a speedster or the speedforce? It’s been almost a year since you last touched Wally, and there’s no way the symptoms are only coming out now. And the speedforce—there’s no way for you to have connected with it either. 

You look up from your phone only to see Wally sitting on your desk, looking at you with amusement. “Get what you wanted?”

“Why are you still here?”

“What?” He holds his hand over his chest, feigning hurt. “You don’t want me here?”

You go to speak but realize your coworkers are giving you strange looks. You quickly put your phone up to your ear, pretending to be on a phone call. 

“Of course I want you here. I lo—miss you, okay? But it’s not possible. You shouldn’t be here.”

“But I am, y/n. And did Barry not just confirm that to you?”

You sigh. “I will admit, what Barry said does confirm my theory, and what you said while I was sick but…”

“But?”

“It shouldn’t be possible. You were vaporized, Wally. You’re dead. So even if you are here, you’re just a ghost.” 

“Ghost, schmost,” he rolls his eyes, leaning in to flick your arm. “Does that not feel real to you?”

“I don’t know, okay? Just—I need time to think. About everything.”

You don’t say it, but it lingers in the air: I need time to think about you. 

You put your phone down, indicating to the boy that you’re done talking, before returning to your job. The day goes by fast when you’re contemplating if you’re actually being haunted by the ghost of your best friend or not. 

Before you know it, you’re heading home. When you get through the door of the apartment, Dick is nowhere to be found. He must still be at work, you think. 

You kick off your shoes and set your bag on the counter before throwing yourself on your bed. You lay down for only a minute before a familiar cologne fills your scent. One you haven’t smelled in a long time. 

You don’t need to open your eyes to know that Wally is back. “What are you doing here?”

“I was hoping I could catch you changing,” you can hear the grin in his voice. 

You sit up, staring at him with wide eyes. “Wait—if you’ve been here this whole time then…?”

“Yeah,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I didn’t! I mean, I thought about it but…it feels wrong.” 

“More wrong than confessing your love to me and then dying?”

Both of you freeze after that, and your hand flies up to your mouth as if you can force the words back in there. 

“I—y/n…you know that if I had a choice, I would have come back to you. Right?”

You nod, “I know. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” he places a hand over yours. “I wanted to come back to you. Even though you didn’t say it back, I just thought—”

“You didn’t give me a chance to say it back! You dumped all that on me and then you ran away and left, Wally! You didn’t give me the chance!”

Your outburst surprises both of you. Wally isn’t sure what to do—if he should apologize or be angry or both or neither. So he says nothing. 

“I-I think you should go, Wally. You’re only doing harm by being here. You’re dead and I need to move on and I never will if you’re just here haunting me.”

You expect him to argue or to make a joke, but the boy doesn’t do any of that. He gives you a lazy, one handed salute, like the kind he would give before speeding away as kids. 

And then he disappears. 

You feel sad and angry all at the same time. You know it’s not fair to Wally to lash out at him like that, but how is it fair for him to open up old wounds? For him to haunt you? 

When Dick gets home, he’s surprised to see you dressed in your old costume. It’s been so long since you put it on, you look almost strange to him. 

“Uh, y/n?” He asks, “not that I’m against this but, what’s up with the costume?”

“I was thinking I could go out on patrol with you tonight,” you explain. “It’s been a while. I need to blow off steam.” 

“Okay, let me get changed.”

That’s good enough for you, so you settle in at the counter and wait for Nightwing to suit up. He comes out a few minutes later, clad in the black and blue Nightwing suit. 

He looks at you seriously through his domino mask. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“If I don’t get out, I’ll go stir crazy.”

“Okay, okay,” he raises his hands in surrender. “But don’t push yourself, okay? And I’ll be there the whole time.”

“Alright, dad,” you roll your eyes. “Let’s go.”

—

Patrol goes fine. It’s just the usual robberies and gang violence, nothing that you and Nightwing can’t handle. Of course, that’s until you hear there’s a bank robbery over the scanner. 

The two of you are about to take off and head towards the bank when you hear the radio go off again. This time, it’s a jewellery store being robbed. 

“Go!” You say to Nightwing, “you get the bank, I can handle the store.”

He seems content with that answer, grappling to the nearest rooftop and heading off towards the bank. You turn and head towards the jewellery store, hoping it’s enough to take your mind off of Wally. 

You get to the store just in time to stop the robbers from shooting the owner.  You knock the gun out of one of their hands, turning to fight the other one. There’s five total, maybe six, but your vision is tunnelling and all you can focus on is the adrenaline pumping through your veins and your need for a distraction. 

You make your way through three of them, and just as you turn to fight the fourth, you hear someone yell from behind you. 

“Y/n, look out!”

You knock out the fourth and turn around, just in time to see Wally West pass through you and punch the man in the face. He hits him hard enough to send him falling to the floor.

You stare at Wally in shock. “You—you hit him!”

“Are you okay?” He’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“You saved me…” You mutter. “How did you do that?”

“I-I don’t know,” he admits, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt and then I passed through you and—”

“Dick!” You exclaim, realising you haven’t heard anything from him in a while, and that he still hasn’t returned to you. “Somethings wrong, Wal. We—I gotta go!”

Wally goes to protest, but you’re already running away. Not only are you running away, you’re running at the speed of light, yellow lightning crackling from your ankles. You don’t realize it, too focused on getting to Dick. 

You arrive at the bank to see a bunch of lackeys passed out on the floor. Nightwing is leaning on a counter, holding his hands over a bullet hole in his side. 

“Hey!” You cry out, skidding to a stop next to him. The bank smells gross, like gunpowder and..burning rubber? “Are you okay? Did you get them all?”

He clenched his jaw. “All but one. He headed North, there’s no way we’ll catch him. He’s probably out of town by now.”

“No, he’s not going to get away with this. We’re going to find him.”

And before Dick can ask, you’re tearing away from the bank, lightning in your wake. His jaw falls open at the sight. In the dark, with the speed you’re going and the lightning coming out, you almost look like Wally…

You run as fast as you can, keeping your eyes peeled for the man driving the truck of jewels. You catch up to him in no time, throwing your body weight against the truck fast enough to tip it over. 

Your veins are electrified, pure lightning in your system, better than adrenaline ever could be. You rip the man out of the truck and toss him onto the street. It only takes one hit for you to knock him out, and only a few more seconds to tie him up. 

It’s then that you realize what just happened, how fast you were going. You look down to see the soles of your shoes on fire, the thighs of your costume torn open from the fabric chafing so fast.

Something about the ruined shoes and the torn fabric makes you think of Wally, and the thought of the ghost in the bank saving your life only makes you want to run even more. Is this how he felt everytime he ran? It’s exhilarating, it only makes you want more.

You keep running, running straight up the side of a building before stopping in your tracks on the roof. How did this even happen? You look around, half expecting to see Wally there, but he’s not. 

Your legs quiver, threatening to collapse beneath you. Your feet ache from all of the running and your shoes have practically disintegrated into nothing. You know you’re done for the night, your body at its absolute limit. 

Your knees buckle, but before you can hit the ground, there’s a streak of yellow and suddenly Wally is holding you up against his chest. 

“I—what’s going on?” You ask. 

Wally holds you up with one arm, staring at his other hand. He shakes it, going fast enough to make it seem as though his hand is vibrating. 

“I don’t know,” he admits. “I—something’s changed. I can feel it.”

You hear the unmistakable sound of a grappling hook before Nightwing is landing on the roof. “Holy shit, y/n. How were you going so fast? For a second there, I thought it was—Wally?”

His face pales at the sight of the redhead, clad in his Kid Flash suit, holding you up against his body. There’s no way he’s here now, alive and well, right in front of his eyes. 

“You…you can see him?”

Dick is running across the roof in an instant, feet pushing him closer to his best friend. He jumps on both of you, arms wrapping around you both. “Wally,” he sobs into his shoulder. “How—how are you here?”

There’s another flash of lightning—red lightning—and suddenly The Flash is standing next to you guys. “I can answer that.”

Wally grins insanely wide, making sure you’re steady against Dick before jumping to hug his former mentor. 

“How did you know I was here?” He asks. 

Barry smiles, “I could feel it. In the speedforce. There was a huge amount of energy released and then for the first time in a year, I could feel you.”

“But how did that happen?” Dick interjects, before adding, “not that we’re not happy to see you.” 

Wally goes back to hugging you, wiping off the tears that have slipped from your eyes and kissing the top of your forehead. “I think y/n here somehow borrowed my speed and-and opened a portal into the speedforce.”

“I brought you back?” Your voice is so quiet it’s barely a whisper. 

“You brought me back!” He’s beaming at you. 

He wraps his arms around your waist, spinning you in a circle. He sets you down on the ground, only to tip your head back and plant a kiss to your lips. It’s intense, passionate, full of the longing he’s felt for you since you were kids. 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, using him to keep yourself up. His body is so warm and hard under your touch, so familiar to you. You draw him closer, not even caring if Dick and Barry are standing there staring at you. 

When he finally pulls away, he flashes you the biggest smile in the world. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.”

“So,” Dick awkwardly says, “why don’t we take this back to our place?”

Wally grabs your hand in his, squeezing it tightly. “I think that’s a really good idea.”

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