HamsterTaffy

Only fluff! everything i write is for myself lol. just yapping n having a good time🐟 5teen🧃

[hamstertaffy]

rainy day with Wally West. not proof-read n just fluff.

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you were halfway buried in blankets on the couch, looking like a cozy potato when all the sudden the window flickered red and gold and then wally west was suddenly there like the universe had simply decided to drop him into your living room

he stumbled a little when he landed properly, soaked from head to toe, hair dripping onto your floor

“hey” he said like he had not just broken every normal rule of physics and personal space

you lifted your head from the pillow, your eyes barely open.

“you are home early, mister” your eyebrows raised. he grinned at you immediately like that was the only thing he had been waiting to hear all day

“missed you” he said and crossed the room in two steps before he stopped himself just long enough to look at the couch like he was asking permission from it too

then he dropped down beside you carefully like even speedsters knew not to mess with your comfort setup. your little nest.

the couch dipped under both of you more noticeably with your weight together and he immediately leaned into your space anyway, shoulder pressing against yours like it was instinct, his rougher hands feeling your soft body with care.

you huffed softly

“you are soaked” you said blankly, mainly to yourself.

“patrol got cut short” he said “something about lightning and me and bad combinations”

you reached up and brushed his wet hair back from his forehead and he leaned into it like he always did with you

he laughed

“i'm basically a wet cat right now”

“a very loud wet cat” you shot back immediately

“hey” he said but he was still smiling

you shifted a little and he followed the movement like it was choreography he already knew by heart, settling closer with no hesitation. like your softness and space were something he fit into naturally

his hand found yours under the blanket without even looking. his thumb rubbed slow circles over your knuckles while his other rested on the fat of your hip

“you okay” he asked more quietly now

you nodded

he did not look convinced but he did not push. he knew better than to bother you when grumpy and sleepy.

instead he just sighed like he had finally arrived somewhere he could stop running

“i was thinking about you the whole time out there” he said “which is dangerous by the way because it makes me go faster which makes me more likely to get yelled at”

you gave him a look before speaking "you always get yelled at."

“not true” he said “sometimes i get praised”

that made you smile and he leaned closer immediately like he had been waiting for it

you could feel the chill of rain on him but it was already fading into something softer as he sat there with you

“you're freezing.." you mumbled but still snuggled closer.

“i can fix that” he said with a wolfish grin on his stupid handsome face, pressing a kiss against your pudgy cheek

“wally” you warned, your hand on his chest to keep him from laying on top of you

“ok ok” he raised his hands in surrender “no speed cheating warmth. i promise”

he stood up anyway and you watched him for a second as he peeled off his soaked hoodie and shirt, tossing them aside before grabbing a towel and rubbing his hair dry with too much energy

when he came back he was still damp but warmer, more solid, less storm and more just him

he dropped back onto the couch beside you and this time pulled you in first. his arm slid around your soft waist and held you close, firm and familiar. like he loved the way you filled his arms—which he did. like there was nothing to adjust or overthink.

you felt your body sink into his side and he immediately adjusted with you, grounding you both into the couch together

his forehead rested against your shoulder for a second

“there” he murmured “better”

his hand moved over your soft side in slow absent strokes under the blanket, steady and calm, like he was memorizing the fact that he was home

he kissed your chubby cheek softly, lingering just a second longer than necessary

“you feel good like this. like a cuddle bug.” he teased quietly, like it was obvious. you elbowed him which got an 'oof' out of him. he just smiled and nuzzled more into your neck. and occasionally peppering you with kisses.

outside the rain kept hitting the windows in steady noise. inside wally exhaled like he had finally stopped running for the day

[hamstertaffy]

AURGH, theres like no wally west x chubby reader or mirio togata x chubby reader😾 the fudgesickle. i guess i gotta write my own😿

[hamstertaffy]

jealous clark kent that doesn't understand that he's jealous.

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he was already used to noticing things he didn’t mean to. it came with living in a city that never really went quiet and with being someone who was always, in some way, aware of more than he said out loud

you were beside him, not in front of him, because you both had walked there together from his apartment like you always did on slow mornings. you had grabbed his jacket off the hook near the door without thinking, and he hadn’t corrected you because it had started feeling normal in a way he didn’t fully know how to describe yet

your apartment now was his apartment and his apartment was yours, even if you still occasionally argued over which mug belonged to who

you leaned slightly forward in line, deciding what to order, sweater sleeves pulled over your hands the way they always were when you were thinking. clark stood just half a step behind you, close enough that his shoulder almost brushed yours when he shifted

he was listening to you talk about wanting something sweet, something you were pretending you didn’t already plan on ordering

the barista looked up when it was your turn and his attention lingered on you a moment too long

“what can i get you” he asked

you gave your order easily, familiar and comfortable in the space

clark’s eyes stayed on your face instead of the counter. the small movements you made when you spoke. the way your expression softened at the edges when you were being polite. the ease in your body when you didn’t feel watched the way you sometimes were

“that’s a good choice” the barista said after you finished, smiling a little too knowingly

you laughed softly

“it’s mostly sugar so i hope so”

clark’s eyebrows drew together faintly. not enough for anyone else to notice but enough that he felt it happen

the barista leaned forward on the counter slightly

“you come in here a lot right”

“yeah sometimes” you said

clark felt something settle uncomfortably in his chest even though nothing had really happened yet

“i think i’ve seen you around” the barista continued “you’ve got a nice vibe. kind of hard to forget”

you blinked once, then gave a small polite smile

“oh, thanks”

clark shifted his weight, jaw tightening briefly before he let it go again. he could feel the familiar internal argument starting before he even fully formed it

it’s nothing

you’re allowed to talk to people

you’re here with me

that last thought landed heavier than it should have

the barista slid your drink forward

“if you ever want something different i could make you something custom. on me”

you shook your head gently, still kind, still easy

“that’s really nice but i’m good with this thank you”

“sure” he said, already moving on

clark exhaled slowly through his nose and only then realized his shoulders had been slightly tense

you turned toward him with your drink in hand, your face softening immediately when you saw him like your attention had just been waiting for him the whole time

“hey” you said

his expression changed right away, subtle but clear. whatever tension had been there eased just a little just from looking at you

“hey” he answered

you tilted your head slightly as you both stepped away from the counter

“you okay”

he nodded too fast

“yeah i’m fine”

you didn’t fully believe him but you didn’t push. you just walked with him toward a small table near the window like you trusted he would talk when he was ready

that was something about living with you that still caught him off guard sometimes

you didn’t demand answers from him. you just stayed close enough that silence never felt like distance

⸻

later, you went home together like you always did

there wasn’t really a distinction anymore between “his place” and “yours” in practice. there was just the apartment in metropolis that had slowly started accumulating your presence in ways neither of you had formally discussed but both of you had quietly accepted

your shoes were by his near the door

your jacket was on the chair he used most often

your voice echoed lightly from the kitchen while you talked about something unrelated as he set his keys down

it felt normal in a way that still sometimes surprised him

you were already on the couch when he came back into the room, legs tucked under you, scrolling your phone with the relaxed comfort of someone completely at home

“you left your mug in the sink again” you said without looking up

clark paused

“it’s your mug”

you glanced at him briefly

“it lives here now”

he gave a faint look that was almost a smile but not quite

“we’re still arguing about that”

you hummed in agreement

then you looked up properly at him

and the small softness in your expression shifted slightly

“something’s bothering you”

clark hesitated

he had been trying to let it pass. it was small. it always felt small until it didn’t

“the barista was flirting with you” he said finally

you blinked once, then leaned back slightly

“oh”

that reaction alone made him feel like he had misjudged the weight of it again

he ran a hand through his hair, slower this time, more tired than tense

“i’m not mad” he added quickly “i just noticed it and it stuck. and i didn’t really know what to do with it so i just kept thinking about it”

you watched him for a second, expression steady

“clark i can handle someone flirting with me”

he nodded immediately

“i know you can. i do know that”

his gaze dropped briefly to the floor then came back up

“i just didn’t like it” he admitted

that was the real part

the part he didn’t usually say out loud because it sounded too close to something he wasn’t sure he was allowed to feel

you shifted on the couch, opening space beside you without asking him to come closer

he did anyway

he always did

he sat down, shoulders still a little tense, hands loosely clasped for a moment before relaxing at his sides

“was it just that you didn’t like him saying it” you asked gently

clark exhaled

“it wasn’t him specifically” he said carefully “it was just the way it felt like i wasn’t part of the situation even though i was standing right there”

you studied him for a moment

not surprised

just listening

“you are part of it” you said simply

he gave a small, almost helpless look

“i know that logically”

you raised an eyebrow slightly

he corrected himself

“i know that emotionally it didn’t feel like that in the moment”

that earned a small quiet nod from you

his hand shifted slightly before settling again, like he was catching himself from fidgeting too much

“i should’ve said something instead of just letting it sit in my head” he added

you leaned into him slightly and he immediately adjusted, arm going around your waist without hesitation like muscle memory

“you can just tell me when it happens” you said

“i don’t want to make it your problem” he replied automatically

you looked up at him

“clark” you said softly “we live together”

that made him pause

you didn’t say it like it was a correction. just a fact

his expression softened in response without him meaning to

“yeah” he said quietly “we do”

a beat

“i’m still sorry” he added out of habit

you sighed, but it was warm

“i know”

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later that night the apartment was dim and quiet in that familiar way it only got when both of you had fully settled into it

you were pressed into his side on the couch, your weight relaxed against him, his arm resting around you at your waist like it had been there all along and would probably stay there for a while

his thumb moved slowly over your sweater without him really thinking about it

you tilted your head up slightly

“you’re still thinking about it”

he hesitated

then nodded once

“a little”

you gave him a look that was patient without being indulgent

“you don’t have to compete with anyone for me”

his brow furrowed faintly

“i know that logically” he said again

you reached up and lightly touched his cheek, turning him toward you

his expression softened immediately at the contact, tension easing out of his face in small visible stages

“you’re here” you said

he looked at you for a long moment

then leaned in and kissed you

this time there was less hesitation in it

less overthinking

just him returning to something he already knew was real

when he pulled back he stayed close, forehead nearly resting against yours

“i’m still sorry” he murmured automatically

you gave a soft exhale that almost sounded like a laugh

“i know”

and this time he finally let it go

just held you closer in the apartment you shared in metropolis, like it had always been yours together and he was finally learning how to believe that too