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Heated rivalry but birdflash
Nervous Walls⚡️
Sour grapes
Danny is sitting inside Jitters sipping his coffee and watching Flash get his ass absolutely handed to him across the street by Captain Cold. He thinks Flash is having one of Those Days cause this is honestly getting really hard to watch.
And that’s Danny ‘King-of-scrappy-I-will-throw-sand-in-your-eyes-for-an-advantage’ Nightingale saying that. Alas there is no sand here. Only concrete.
Oh, those ice beams are getting awful close. Oh wow, okay, maybe the Flash is going to actually die right now. Is Danny about to witness murder? Huh.
Okay. Maybe he should…help. Now.
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You know I live the whole Clockwork hates Speedsters HC, but I do love the idea of the Speedforce being Clockwork‘s child and thus him seeing the Speedsters as his grandbabies.
His little rascals.
They’re just wittle babies who don’t know that playing with time has consequences.
And they keep trying to fix their mistakes, these little cuties!
Clockwork loves his grandbabies, even if he’s sometimes exasperated by them.
After the Nasty Burger explosion, Danny knows he can't stay with Vlad. But Vlad is determined to keep him close, even purposefully hurting the clones just to keep Danny in line. Eventually, Danny loses it, accidentally killing Vlad and the remaining clones in his outrage. His mind and core are fractured, and he flees to Central City. Danny needs to take antipsychotics and antidepressants just to keep his memories in order. He can't afford treatment beyond that, so he doesn't bother with it. This leads to a series of events where Danny's core forces him into memories from before the explosion in hopes of protecting him from losing himself completely. There are times when he's perfectly fine and acts completely normal, and there are times when he's manic and obsessed with something, like building new tools for his long-dead parents or trying to find as many books about stars and constellations as possible. There are other times when he wanders around the city, confused and calling out for people who are dead and buried, like a dementia patient. He will sometimes get so focused on finding the people he loves that he doesn't realize when he crosses state lines or accidently breaks into a stranger's home. Flash knows this poor kid has been through some intense shit; the kid can't be in a physical school building without having a panic attack, and he has shown up halfway across the country, looking for his family and calling out for an 'Ellie', a little girl who apparently looks just like him. Flash is certain he's a meta. The times when he's on edge, waiting for a threat to pop out of the shadows, or when he's stuck in fetal position, rocking back and forth and whispering about Him, about being punished for not being his son or for grieving his family, those are moments when his eyes are fully green. Danny doesn't remember much about how he got to Central City, but he knows Mr. Flash is always there to help him, even if he keeps trying to make him go to a doctor to talk about his trauma. He's constantly wondering where Jazz is. She was on track to be an amazing psychologist. She was gonna graduate early, secure an internship at Arkham Asylum in Gotham City, and be the best doctor there! She could totally help him, Mr. Flash! This all comes to a head when Danny mistakenly wanders into the Fortress of Solitude, thinking it's his house back in Amity Park, and starts doing chores while waiting for his mom and dad to get back for dinner. Flash has to call off the cavalry and convince the rest of the team to wait till he can confirm if the intruder is who he thinks he is.
lovesick ﹙ wally west x fem!reader ﹚ 🦇 ── cw: yearner!wally
lizzie's yapping: it's been years since I wrote something about him omg, hope you like it!!
His breath caught in his throat the first time he saw you. You walked into the Titans Tower alongside Dick Grayson, smiling and slightly nervous about meeting everyone. He wanted to approach, to be all charm and boldness like he always was with girls, but his legs wouldn't move an inch. He could have impressed you with his speed, but instead, he just stood there, staring like you were the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen in his life.
And when he finally worked up the nerve to introduce himself, his tongue got tangled and heat rushed to his cheeks faster than he could run. He was a complete loser while his friends openly laughed at his behavior.
You thought it was adorable—seeing him flushed, his cheeks matching the exact shade of his hair. Quite the sight.
He started popping up everywhere you were in the Tower. He’d bring you flowers or little souvenirs from all over the world, just because he could. He was Kid Flash back then; he didn’t care how far he had to run if it meant you’d notice how much he liked you. And on those paired missions… he’d be right by your side in less than a second. "Let's pair up with the person on our left—Oh! Well, it seems we're a couple now, huh?"
And when you finally became a couple, you both left the Titans and moved into an apartment in Central City. That’s when Wally West fully admitted to himself that he was lovesick. No cure in sight.
Now he was the Flash, carrying far more responsibilities than he ever had as a kid. Less time to spend with you the way he wanted. So when he got home late and found you already asleep, he'd strip off his suit in a blur and slip into bed beside you, slide an arm around your waist, pull you close against him, instantly recognizing your scent, feeling the weight on his shoulders melt away with the warmth of your body. “Wake up, I’m home,” he whispers in your ear—a quiet plea that slowly pulled you from sleep.
You shift away just a little, teasing him, and he growls at the movement—a mix between a grumble and a whine. He presses his chest against your back again, firmer this time, leaving you no chance to escape. “Don’t do that, please,” he murmurs, brushing a quick kiss against your neck.
It was always like that. He held you close, made sure you knew he was home so you could sleep knowing he was there, and only then did he allow himself to drift into Morpheus’ arms, comforted by the knowledge that you were there.
Because yes—Wally West was lovesick.
No cure at all.