Wonder Wally "F L A S H"

[couldhavehaditsomuchfaster] started followin’ you

“Uh, did you just.....fly?” 

“Yo, Roytoy!” Without any thought, the ginger left the room Roy had forced him to move into in the expansive suits, waving a piece of paper in the air and looking tousled, sleep-deprived, but excited. There was the loud thumping of his scored feet on the hardwood before Wally skidded into Roy’s room and flopped onto of the drummer cocooned in bed. 

Kaldur was visiting his parents, which meant that Roy had the bed - and the blankets - to himself. Yeah, Kaldur wasn’t as big on being super warm, but Roy at least tried to be considerate. He let out a loud groan and tried to pull the blanket further over his head. But when Wally wanted your attention, it was impossible to ignore.

The ginger huffed, too hyped on his own hyperactive disorder to notice Roy’s groggy state. “Ok, so like I spent the last five days wondering what we’re doing’ wrong that gets us all these great gigs but no recognition, y’know? So I sat and I listened to boy bands- boy bands, Roy!- and I took everything I could think that manes them popular but not pop music because gross- and I totally found the formula and I DID it Roy! I wrote us a catchy, awesome song!!”

Roy rubbed his face, trying to wake himself up. “Wall, we’re a metal band. We isn’t supposed to have recog- what?” What the hell was Wally even talking about? Boy bands, what? He untangled himself from the sheets and pushed his hair back out of his face. It had fallen from his loose, crooked braid. “Wall, easy. You’re a little jumpy this morning. Slow down, w’d you do?”

Wally had let the paper go, his wide smile slowly fading as Roy shot him down at each turn. Eventually, he’d even stopped bouncing, his happiness deflated and hopes dashed. If they weren’t trying to make it big, what were they doing? Wally needed money and fame was the way to make a life for himself. It took him a moment to catch up on Roy’s last question because, seriously? Little Roy wasn’t gonna help him after he’d been sleeping casually with Jason--

"Well hey there, sexy. Stroll around here often?"

Wally held up his hands in a surrendering fashion, but his smile never waned as he chuckled.

We have OTPs and OT3s and BroTPs, but I introduce a new idea to you guys:

BDSM Meme

“Yo, Roytoy!” Without any thought, the ginger left the room Roy had forced him to move into in the expansive suits, waving a piece of paper in the air and looking tousled, sleep-deprived, but excited. There was the loud thumping of his scored feet on the hardwood before Wally skidded into Roy’s room and flopped onto of the drummer cocooned in bed. 

Kaldur was visiting his parents, which meant that Roy had the bed - and the blankets - to himself. Yeah, Kaldur wasn’t as big on being super warm, but Roy at least tried to be considerate. He let out a loud groan and tried to pull the blanket further over his head. But when Wally wanted your attention, it was impossible to ignore.

The ginger huffed, too hyped on his own hyperactive disorder to notice Roy’s groggy state. “Ok, so like I spent the last five days wondering what we’re doing’ wrong that gets us all these great gigs but no recognition, y’know? So I sat and I listened to boy bands- boy bands, Roy!- and I took everything I could think that manes them popular but not pop music because gross- and I totally found the formula and I DID it Roy! I wrote us a catchy, awesome song!!”

-boops mask-