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wally west is a giant bitch who was slowly domesticated into a family man by his wife and gay best friend, similar to a feral kitten being taken in and learning to love
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.
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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.”
wally west eats pussy like it's the last time he’ll ever see you. as if the moment you come down from that pleasure high, you’ll somehow decide that he isn’t worth your time anymore.
he clings to you in a way that can only be described as starved, desperate, or pathetic.
he prefers you on your back, your plush thighs bracketing his so he can press his weight onto your hips, pinning you underneath him. he loses himself in it quickly, groaning and mumbling incoherent praises in between swipes of his tongue. he’s sloppy with it, spitting on your hole, dipping two fingers into your tight, warm walls to spread your juices, and sucking on your clit til there are spots in your vision.
he eats for his pleasure more than yours, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from your stucky, quivering cunt til he’s had his fill, and he’s positive that you’re too spent to leave him.
he thinks you’re prettiest like this, needy and pliant and oh so wanting, only for him.
juno’s notes: reader doesn't know Wally's identity. the public doesn't know how [Name] Sandiego looks, only heroes (Wally) do. loved writing this, probably will write carmen sandiego reader x character another time. sorry if it's ooc. (￣ω￣;)
“She left so soon, huh?” Wally says to himself while looking at the scene. “She didn’t leave any tracks, she’s still the same as ever.” It may seem with his words that he was mad, but he wasn’t. He was impressed, even if he wished that he could’ve seen you.
You were always in different cities for missions, never staying in a place for too long. One city in particular stood out for you, Central City. More specifically someone had caught you eye, the speedster Wally West. He’s extroverted, cheeky and energetic. What wouldn’t you like?
And well, Wally always searched for you, chasing your elusive shadow through the city’s alleyways and rooftops. Sometimes you’d give in and encounter him on purpose. They were brief, but that was intentional by you. It made both of you crave more. It was teasing, longing and made every encounter more tasteful.
As the sun set over the bustling city, you weaved through the labyrinth streets, your eyes locked on your target-a diamond necklace worth millions that V.I.L.E. have their eyes on stealing. You fully intended to sabotage their plans, by stealing it before they could.
Player, your tech-savvy hacker, gave you a rundown of the place and where the necklace was situated at. It will be held in an exclusive gala, a lavish mansion to be exact. Wealthy people always had a knack to showing off their monetary wealth to people in their class.
You were currently situated in a lavish hotel in Central City for the mission. Your laptop is out, on your desk, while you video chatted with Player. “Alright, Player,” you said. “What’s the plan?”
“Well, the neckless is definitely something V.I.L.E. has their eyes on, it’s made of the most rare and expensive jewels that one can only wish to see, let alone have,” He says. “You’ll have to act as a guest and get into that vault without anyone noticing you, as per usual.”
“Sounds like the perfect job for me,” you say, a small smirk on your face.
Player laughed. “You are [Name] Sandiego after all, the legend.” You playfully roll your eyes at that part, even though he was true.
“Anyway, you’ll be posing as Julia Morgan,” He says. “Built into a family of wealth, generation wealth that is, … just the regular things wealthy people like them have, you got that, Red?”
“Yeah, noted,” you say, moving to look at the outfit you’ll be wearing to the ball to fit in. Your eyes looked at the dress that was neatly on your made bed. It was perfect for the mission. While you admired it, you seemed too quiet for Player’s taste.
“Something on your mind, Red?” Player asks.
“Central City, home of The Flash” you say absentmindedly. “Too bad after this mission I’ll be onto the next thing.”
“Why do you say that?” Player asked, very intrigued.
“This city isn't too bad to be in,” you admit, your hands touching the front of the fine dress. “V.I.L.E. always will be onto the next plan after one fails, they’ll never change.”
Player thinks for a moment. “You’re right on that part, Red,” he admits. “I think that every sabotage that we make on V.I.L.E.’s plans is worth it.”
You smile. “Yeah, you’re right.” Those thoughts finally clearing away for now.
“Alright, we’ll keep connected,” you say, moving back to your laptop. On the screen you see Player relaxing in his chair, “He’s definitely comfortable,” you think with a smile.
“Talk to you later,” you say before you end the call and close your laptop. Your eyes wonder back to the dress, your equipment and other accessories next to it.
You get yourself ready for the Gala, the information Player gave you already memorized in your head. Once ready, you take one more look at yourself in the mirror before walking out and going to the Gala.
As the night went on, you found the right moment, so you made your move to steal the necklace. “Alright, here goes nothing,” you whisper to yourself before sneaking around and successfully getting to the necklace unnoticed. You stole the necklace and went up to the roof.
“Necklace secured,” She whispered just enough, so the earpiece in your right ear could catch it. It informed Player.
“Wait, Red! Something is coming your way and quick,” Player says. You immediately think it’s one of V.I.L.E’s students chasing after you, so you get ready to flee or fight if need be.
At first, you don’t catch anything, before noticing some lightning and Wally appearing in front of you. Your eyes locked, a mixture of desire and conflict filling the air between them. “Something caught your eye, [Name]?” Wally asks.
“Why else would I be here?” You replied, your face turning one of amusement.
“I must say, you look good in that dress,” Wally says, eyeing you before he looks into your eyes again.
“If I can ask, why do you steal?” Wally asks, taking a step closer to you. “Any… particular reason?’
“Trying to uncover my motifs?” She asked. “Or maybe you don’t want to label me as just a thief, a heartless and cruel one.”
Wally’s starting to get frustrated. Why are you so secretive? He's starting to get tired of the games you’re playing.
“Why, [Name]?” Wally’s voice wavered, torn between his feelings and his commitment to justice.
Your calm gaze continued looking into his, not revealing vulnerability. “I don't think you would understand.”
“I want to understand.” He says, taking careful steps close to you. “But, you don’t make it easy for me.”
“You’re mysterious… it’s hard to get to know you, sometimes I even wonder if I’m talking to the real you or one that you make up.” Wally admits.
You were stunned for once, mouth dry as you did not know what to say next. Your mind, racing with the new step and a new plan to get away. “Do I let him in? Let him know me? Do I let even want that?,” your mind is racing with thoughts.
“Don’t tell me that you don’t feel the same way, that we have something… anything,” Wally says. “Please don’t deny it.”
You have to make a decision, this wasn't about you stealing anymore. It was about you and Wally, something that lingered in the back in your mind. Something you did not let in, out of fear. “I don’t know and besides, we’re not meant to be together,” you say.
Wally frowned. “And? What’s stopping us?”
You sighed. “A lot of things actually… the public, media… and me.”
“You don’t want this? Us?” He asked, confusion clear in his voice.
You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say. “I’m a thief, and you’re a superhero… let’s keep it that way,” you said before turning away, ready to leave.
Wally knew that once you leave, seeing you again would take time. He wasn’t a patient person, he needs you. He quickly goes to you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Can’t you wait a little longer?” He asks, voice slightly muffled as he pressed his face to your head.
You paused, thinking of your choices. “How much longer?” you ask.
“I’ll take what I can get at this point,” he responds. You gave a short hum in response. You put your hands on the arms he has wrapped around you. For once, you let yourself relax in his arms.
You both seemed to want to savor the moment before it ends. You smiled. “I’m sure you’ll be fine without me,” You say.
Wally playfully scoffed. “Central City without the legendary [Name] Sandiego, how boring,” he joked.
You laugh. “Yeah, so boring.”
With that, they shared a passionate, bittersweet kiss, knowing their paths may cross once more, but uncertain of what the future held. You left and in your private plane, you couldn't help but think about that moment again.
“Hey, Red,” Player says. His face could be seen from your laptop screen. “Up in the clouds again? Did he really make you that soft?”
“Don’t blame me that I have an interest in someone,” you replied, smirking. “I do have good taste after all.”
Colorless part two: Coloring (Wally West x f!reader)
TW: talks of character death, grief
Wally was so busy being brought up to speed with everything he missed that you’d barely gotten to talk to him, let alone spend time with him. You stayed close to Dick in the cave but your eyes never strayed far from Wally. Judging by the way your eyes met every few minutes, it was mutual.
“You look traught,” Dick noted.
Sighing, you glanced at your friend. “Wally’s back and I should be happy and I mean, I am happy, but I’m also worried. What if things are different?”
Dick nodded his head, throwing his arm across your shoulders. “And they might be. But you’re still you, and I’m sure Wally’s still Wally. I’ve never seen two people more in love; you’ll figure it out.
You leaned your head against his shoulder, missing the way Wally’s face fell when you did. “Thanks, D.”
*******
After a few hours that felt like days, Wally was assessed, debriefed, and cleared to go home. He made his way over to you and Dick at what would normally be a glacial pace for him.
He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “I’m, uh, I’m gonna go see my parents tonight.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“No that’s, that’s okay. I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow okay?”
Your heart fell but you tried to reel your emotions in. This must be a lot for him to handle. Maybe he just needed time? Even though it hurt, if that’s what he needed, you would give it to him.
“Okay, I’ll be at home when you’re ready,” you offered.
He nodded before addressing Dick. “Walk with me?”
Dick nodded, turning to you. “See you tomorrow?”
“Sure,” you tried to smile but were sure it looked like a grimace.
The two walked away, leaving you standing there with terror in your heart. Was Wally going to be okay? Were the two of you?
********
Wally beat Dick to the Zeta Tubes before turning to face his friend, a frown of his freckled face.
“Really, man, (Y/N)? I mean, I know she’s perfect, but that’s a line you shouldn’t have crossed.”
Dick stepped back, confused. “What?”
“Did you even wait for her to get over me or did you just take advantage of a moment of weakness?”
“Wally, you need to calm down. There is nothing between me and (Y/N).”
Wally paused, waiting for his friend to continue.
“She has been an absolute mess since you… since it happened. We didn’t just lose you, we lost her too.”
Wally’s heart fell. “What do you mean?”
“She stopped being (Y/N), she just sort of, existed. She won’t let anyone in.”
The speedster’s frown deepened. “But I saw you two tonight. She barely left your side.”
Dick sighed. “She doesn’t talk to anyone else anymore. Quit the team, doesn’t answer calls, won’t accept visits. Bart and I, we tried to help her, but she just hasn’t been the same.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
Wally looked up at his best friend. “I’m sorry, Rob.”
Dick put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be. It’s a lot, for anyone.”
The redhead dropped his face into his hands. “What am I gonna do?”
“(Y/N) still loves you. She needs to hear that you still love her too.”
*******
A knock on your door pulled you from your troubled daze. The clock beside you read just after 3 in the morning. Opening the door revealed Wally standing there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a to go tray of coffees.
“Wally?”
“Hi,” he breathed. “Can I come in?”
You stood back to let him in. “Of course you can, you live here. If you want to, that is.”
He smiled softly at you. “Of course I still want to, why wouldn’t I want to? Do you want me to?”
Your eyes widened at his words as you followed him to the couch. “Yes, I still want you to, it just didn’t seem like you really wanted to come home earlier.”
“Yeah well earlier, I saw you with Dick and assumed the worst. Sorry about being rude.”
“You’re forgiven.”
He smiled at you before the two of you collapsed into an awkward silence.
“So…what have you been doing the past three years?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I run an animal shelter and volunteer with underprivileged youth.”
“You sound busy.”
“My therapist said finding a hobby would help with the depression.”
Wally froze. “Depression?”
You chuckled humorlessly. “Wally, my other half just up and disappeared into thin air and I couldn’t stop it. It was… a lot to deal with.”
He ducked his head. “I am so, so, sorry for that.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Walls, you were doing the right thing. I would have done the same thing. I tried to, actually, I just couldn’t get to you in time. So really I’m the one that should be sorry.”
“We can both be sorry. I’m just more sorry.”
You rolled your eyes at him. “Why would you be more sorry?”
“Because I made you miss all-you-can-eat pizza night at Gotham Pizza.”
A genuine laugh escaped your lips for the first time in over three years. “Seriously?”
He laughed too. “Yeah, those pizzas are awesome!”
“They were always my favorite, especially when they put on the extra cheese.”
The laughter faded. “Are they still any good?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t been in three years.”
“But that’s your favorite pizza place.”
You tentatively grasped his hand, thrilled when you tightened his fingers around yours. “It wouldn’t be the same without you. Nothing is.”
Wally opened his mouth but you reached forward and covered it with your hand. “I don’t need to hear how sorry you are. You have nothing to be sorry for and you’re already forgiven.”
His eyes crinkled and you felt a warm, wetness on your palm. You pulled your hand back, giggling. “Gross, Walls!”
He laughed with you, his eyebrows waggling. “That’s not what you normally say when I use my tongue.”
You rolled your eyes, your smile widening. “Gosh you’re such a doof!”
You spent the rest of the night laughing, joking, and getting reacquainted with one another. It was like nothing had changed between you and slowly the colors started brightening around the edges of your world. During that time, you realized it was silly to be so worried; Wally would always be your Wally and you would always be his.
When the sun started to rise, Wally stretched his arms and groaned. Gently, you stroked the side of his neck, the feel of his skin sending an instant thrill through your system.
“Y’know babe, I really am more sorry,” he started, bringing up your conversation from earlier.
Tugging on his hair, you rolled your eyes. “No reason to be.”
“Yeah there is.”
“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“Because it made me wait an extra three years to give you this.”
Your heart stalled in your chest. In your suddenly outstretched palm was a small velvet box, the lid lifted to display a gorgeous yellow diamond and ruby ring.
“I’ve loved you since the day we met when you kicked Robin in the head and I promise to love you every day for the rest of existence if you let me. I know I hurt you but I’m gonna make that up to you. I’ve been carrying this around in my pocket for four and half years and I didn’t wanna carry it another day. Please, (Y/N) will you give me the honor of letting me call you my wife?”
You grinned, the giddy feeling in your chest spreading throughout your entire body.
“Will you still call me babe too?”
He blinked. “Well yeah, I didn’t really expect ‘my wife’ to become your new nickname, I just meant that in general like introducing you to people and telling all our friends—”
You cut him off. “Then yes.”
He relaxed, his grin taking over his freckled face and his emerald eyes glittering with unshed tears. Slowly, he took the ring out of the box and took your left hand to slip it on your fourth finger. Wally stared at it for a moment before his eyes flicked up to find yours. You smiled softly at each other for a moment before Wally leaned in and slanted his warm mouth against yours. And in that moment, your entire world exploded back into color.
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