‷ You always know how to act when Dick canât reach out for help.
warnings: angst/comfort, non-sexual nudity & intimacy, depressed nightwing for the win
a/n: ughhh I feel like shit idk what this is
You watched as the door unlocked, right when you were about to start getting ready for bed. Dick stepped into the apartment, hair messy, with inky strands clinging to his forehead.
âHi Dick.â You coaxed out.
He looked at you with pain in his eyes. The kind of pain he didnât talk dare to acknowledge. âHey.â Dick mumbled, walking past you.
Your brows furrowed as you watched him walk into the bathroom, hearing the shower turn on immediately.
It pains you to see Dick this way, it would pain anyone.
You trot over to the bathroom door, knocking lightly. âDick? Can I come in?â
The water rained against his hair as he heard your soft voice from the other side of the door. He felt his chest tighten, gripping the water handle harder.
After a few more seconds of silence, you heard a small sound come from inside the room.
âYes.â He said. It was barely audible, most people wouldnât have heard him.
You immediately opened up the door. The first thing you saw was his hunched over figure in the blurry glass of the shower.
âDickâŠâ
You didnât say anything further when you heard a small sniffle come from him. It made your heart ache.
âIs⊠it okay if I come in?â You asked.
His voice cracked as he spoke, âY-Yes.â
You sighed as you changed out of your clothes, dropping them to the floor one by one.
The glass door slid open as you dipped one foot into the water that accumulated in the shower, then the other.
Dick went to turn to look at you before your arms wrapped around his torso, keeping him in place.
âItâs okay Dick.â You whispered against his muscled back, âItâs okay.â
His shoulders immediately dropped, letting you hold him. Tears started falling down his cheeks as you peppered kisses along his back, whispering praises in between.
âI love you baby.â
âItâs okay, you can let go of your tears. I got you.â
âYou mean so much to me, donât forget that..â
He absolutely snapped at your last sentence, spinning around to hug you tightly and press his face in your chest. You felt fat streaks of tears drip onto your skin as you brought your hands up to thread your fingers through his hair.
âWhateverâs wrong,â you placed a kiss on top of his head, âWe can figure it out together.â
summary: after getting hurt on a mission, you find yourself at dickâs apartment.
notes: slightly suggestive but like nothing freaky happens, also mentions of blood and injuries in the beginning! but yay dick grayson! (born to be in love with this man, forced to be two inches taller than him đ„)
it felt like your body was on autopilot.
your hand clutched your side as you hobbled your way through the dark gotham streets. blood seeping through your fingers as your teeth gritted with every step. god, how could you be so careless? some shitty burglar got a lucky shot on you before you knocked his ass out. the laceration stretched diagonally across your ribs and hurt like hell.
you practically had to crawl up the fire escape that led to dickâs apartment. tugging your mask off with your free hand before banging on his window. you donât know why you chose his place instead of yours. maybe it was selfishly because you didnât want blood all over your carpet or floors, or maybe it was because you wanted to see him. your chest heaved in exhaustion as you waited for him to open the window, your free hand finding a home on the the brick wall as your head hung low. you blinked away the tiredness that started to seep over your bodyâhopefully thatâs from the late hour of the night, and not the buckets of blood oozing out of your side. you lifted your head to the sound of the window being slid open.
âhey beautifulâŠwoahâwhat the fuck?!â dicks smile faltered instantly at the sight of you. he grabbed your hand, gently leading you inside. âwhat the hell happened?â he pestered, as he guided you to sit on his couch. as he disappeared into the bathroom to grab his first-aid kit.
âwhat does it look like, dick?â you called out sarcastically, tossing your mask on the cushion next to you with a sigh âsome fucker stabbed me.â
âyeah no shit sherlock! i mean likeâhow?â he replied as he returned with the kit in hand, kneeling in front of you. dick gently moved your hand away from the wound, the cold air of the apartment making you wince in pain as you settled your head against the back of the couch. âdid he sneak up on you or somethinâ?â
you raised your bloodied gloved hand, signaling for him to shut up. âhelp me not die first and iâll be happy to tell you allll about it.â you muttered, reaching down to lift the top half of suit off with a groan. leaving you in your sports bra and pants, the left side of you torso sticky with blood. you could feel his eyes on you, a smirk on his lips. âcan you stop being horny for likeâtwo seconds and help?â you hissed.
he rolled his eyes and got to work disinfecting the cut. even though your senses felt fuzzy as the burning sting of the alcohol rushed through your body, you couldâve sworn you heard dick comforting you as his free hand squeezed your thigh reassuringly. you threw your head back on the cushions behind you as he started stitching you up. your teeth bit onto your bottom lip as you winced in pain. but you couldnât help the blood rising to your face as you saw just how gentle he was with you. his breath fanned over your skin as he closed the wound with surgeon-like precisionâapologizing softly every time he heard you whimper in pain. once he was done, he leaned back to admire his work. his stunning blue eyes flickering up to meet yours while a soft, lopsided smile grazed his lips. he stood up slowly, reaching out to brush strands of hair away from your face. he smiled at you once more before he made his way to his kitchen to grab you a cup of water. he returned, glass in hand as he sat down next to you. you took the water with a small nod of your head. you starting gulping the water down almost instantly, setting the now empty glass on the coffee table with a soft clink.
âfeelinâ better?â dick asked softly, you simply nodded. you finally took a look at yourself, sweat and dried blood covered your body, you scrunched your nose in disgust. dick followed your gaze, âshower?â he offered. you nodded once more. dick stood up before he helped you off the couch. you followed him into the cramped space of his bathroom. his hands were gentle as he helped you undress, your hands resting on his toned shoulders while he knelt down to help you take off your pants. you stepped out of your pants and boots before peeling your bra off your body. even though you stood in front of him, completely bare, he didnât look at you lustfully like he usually did. he pull off his clothes before he turned the shower faucet on warm, leading you to step in first.
you shuddered as the warm water trickled down your skin, feeling the grime start to rinse off your soft skin. dicks chest pressed against your back as his calloused fingers run up and down your arms.
âso beautiful..â he whispered in admiration, thinking out loud.
you smiled as you grabbed the shampooâthe one that found a home in his shower after he learned what hair care products you used and went out to buy them all for you.
but thatâs just what friends do. tsk.
you flicked open the lid with a satisfying pop, dick reached around you to pluck the bottle out of your hands. âi got you, sweetheart.â he simply stated, as he squeezed a glob of shampoo into his hands, rubbing his palms together before he started massaging your scalp. you hummed softly, tilting your head back softly into his caring touch. he spent time washing your hair and cleaning your body. you both remained in comfortable silence for the remainder of the showerâthe water starting to run cold. you both let the water run over your bodies one more time before turning the water off and stepping out onto the cold tiles of his bathroom.
you grabbed your towel. the one that permanently hung next to his. another thing he bought so you felt more at home. but againâjust friends with benefits. you mentally scolded your own thoughts and wrapped the soft fabric around your body. your damp arms raised with goosebumps as the cold air fanned over them. dick wrapped his towel around his waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking out of the room. you lingered in the bathroom, using your palm to wipe the mirror that was fogged up from the shower. you finally saw your reflection before looking down at the counter. you didnât realize how much of this stuff was yours until now. face cleansers, moisturizers, claw clips, your hairbrush, even your toothbrush framed the sink. you sighed and decided to brush your damp hair before putting some moisturizer on your face. you glance up at the mirror on last time before walking into his bedroom. dick was already dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, his dark hair still dripping. he flashed his usual bright smile at you before handing you a neatly stacked pile of clothes.
one of his shirts, a pair of sweatpants, and one of the thongs you left behind at his house a week agoâŠawesome!
he casually climbed into bed, crawling under his covers as you dropped the towel wrapped around your body, slipping into the clothes.
âyouâre staring.â you stated with a smile as you lifted your arms over your head to slide the large shirt over your body. your eyes meeting his.
âguilty as charged.â he admitted, raising his hands next to his head before dropping them.
âunbelievable, graysonâŠâ
you found your spot on his bed next to your nightstand with all of your things on itâŠ.god was everything in here yours??
you rolled onto your side, facing him, your fist supporting the side of your head as you sat up slightly. âiâve been thinkingâŠâ you muttered, your fingers reaching to absentmindedly trace scars that where scattered over his chest and arms.
âthatâs dangerous, sweetheart.â he chuckled, his eyes still locked onto your face
âdickâŠwhat are we?â you asked, pulling your eyes away from his body to look up at him. your bottom lip sticking out in a slight pout. you watched the way he hesitated, reaching out to run his fingers along your cheek, thinking of an answer while he chewed on the wall of his mouth.
âwhatever you want us to be.â he answered
âthatâs sânot fairâ
âwhys that?â
âbecause i canât be the only one making that decision for both of us.â
âwellâŠdo you want something more?â he questioned earnestly.
âdo you?â the question made him pause for a moment.
âyes. i want more from this than just sex occasionally. i truly care for you andâŠand i really hope you know that.â
you nodded your head. smiling up at him softly.
âsoooâŠboyfriend and girlfriend?â you asked with a teasing grin. dick pressed a kiss to your forehead, nose, cheeks, and then your lips. he pulled away to look at you again.
âyes. boyfriend and girlfriend.â
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â content â !ââৠyour morning quickly turns into quiet support between brothers âžâž brief mention of clowns and shaking , a lot of fluff afterward ! âĄ
đŻhe morning sun pressed through low-hanging clouds, bathing the apartment in a faint orange glow.
The apartment smelled of cheap bacon and homemade pancake butter â something faintly vanilla , and now utterly familiar to the youngest Wayne.
"Whâ Hey , i was watching that !" His hands reach for the remote like he's trying to unarm a robber , but Jason is faster , and chuckles at his little brothers fruitless attempt. "S' still my house."
"Apartment," Damian corrects with a glare. "And you didn't buy the tv , moâ , your girlfriend did !"
Almost slipped with the name again ... , but Jason and you made it a silent agreement to not call him out on it. Least you want to do is make him uncomfortable. And God knows Damian Wayne is quite uncomfortable with emotional vulnerability. So , Jason doesn't comment on it. But he also doesn't give the remote back , and skips wildly through each channel.
"Yeah , well," he trails , not quite sure how to annoy his little brother today. Then , he finds a movie â the brave little toaster â and cackles , "there. Kid's cartoon. You should watch stuff that fits your age." Jason cackles as Damian's face reddens with anger , his grin only widening , as his little brothers heated glare promised stab wounds , and a beating. Yet , he doesn't react , and takes a very deep breath instead.
"Very well." It's settled.
The film plays quietly as you prepare breakfast. Some sausages here , fresh juice for the kid so he can grow four apples tall , a half burned pancake for your dearest love , and a freshly brewed and now very cold coffee for yourself. It's domestic , and it's familiar , and you relish in the way Damian and Jason just naturally gravitate towards each other on the sofa , instead of crowding you so early in the morning.
That said , you didnât even hear when Damian came in last night. Just that he was still in his suit when you found him curled on your carpet. Probably too exhausted to make it ... , and your boyfriend , ever the loving brother , had merely slipped a pillow under the youngest head ( as you've found him very early this morning by stumbling over his body on your way to the toilet ...).
You've sent him to bed after that , taking the stiff sofa instead. Which had only resulted to your huffy boyfriend slipping out of your shared bed to crowd you against the plush , and then , silently so , also Damian ... who'd settled onto the carpet again.
Bat distribution system , am i right ?
The memory of your very long and sleepless night had you sip more of your coffee , just to wrinkle your nose at the bitter taste.
"This movie is boring ..." Damian's eyes rolled when he watched the stupid boy on the screen have a sandwich. And he cringed when the toasters face was shown again. The movie was unrealistic , and for literal Babies. And when the scene showed a fire hazard and then a clown , he groaned even louder. "Seriously Jason , let's at least â"
"Fuck ..." Jason's voice wasn't annoyed. It was small.
Hearing curses from his brother wasn't something he was unfamiliar with , and yet , the way he said it , Damian's brows furrowed. It was the tone of someone scared. And scared , he did not hear his brother often. And so his brown eyes trace over , noting the way Jason is clenching his hands , knuckles white , palms shaking.
He's unsure for a moment. Unsure if he should just call for you. Unsure what had brought such a reaction but then... his mind puts the pieces together. A clown. The Joker. Jason
It's quiet , and it's quick , and suddenly Jason is no longer holding the remote , and the screen does not show a clown anymore , but the serene scene of an underwater world , and the calm voice of someone speaking about fish , and how they reproduce. And then there is also the steadiness of a hand , a smaller hand , firmly holding his trembling one.
But Damian isn't looking at him , he is looking at the screen. Because this is just as strange for him as it is for Jason. And yet , they're brothers , silently sharing misery , and fears , without needing to outright say it.
Jason doesn't look back. His hand is still shaking beneath Damian's.
Neither of them says anything. The documentary just drones on about reef fish.
When you round the couch with breakfast, you don't even question why they're holding hands. Although it is a rare sight â them holding hands â you've seen much stranger things before.
Damian switches the channel once more when you settle beside them. His hand lingers only a moment longer before Jason lets it slip away , choosing instead to rest his hand against your side. It keeps him grounded , Damian realizes. You keep him grounded.
Not just Jason , either. Maybe all of them. Not in some grand , life-changing way , but in the quiet way you never question what they do or why they react to certain things. You just ... love them.
Damian doesn't mention it. He simply reaches for a sausage. Jason steals it first.
âȘ àŒâ now playing: âtears dryâ amy winehouse
pairing: jason todd x fem!reader
summary: you find yourself calling jason after your boyfriend cheated on you.
note: first jason fic! yay!
you wove your way through the mass of sweaty bodies on the dance floorâbeelining for the clubâs exitâyour now ex boyfriend trailing close behind you.
âbaby, please just listen to me!â he insisted, reaching for your wristâwhich you snatched away before he could wrap his sleazy fingers around your soft skin. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you finally broke free from the pulsing crowd.
âdonât you have other girls to kiss?â you hissed over shoulder as you practically slammed your body door against the door leading to the dark, rainy gotham night. of courseâhe followed you outside. ugh. you turned on your heels to face him, the world spinning from the drinks you had earlier. tears ran down your face; streaking the makeup you spent an eternity meticulously putting on hours before.
âare you seriously throwing all of this away?!â he accused, his hands gesturing towards the space between both of you. âover one fuckinâ mistake?â
âyes i am! we are done!â you scoffed. the rain starting to come down heavier as thunder rumbled overhead. âand you were the one who decided to ruin what we had!â
âbullshit.â he sneered, stepping closer to tower over you.
âthe fuck do you mean bullshit?! i saw you kissing her, asshat!â you laughed up at him, the rain hiding the tears that were falling from your pretty eyes. âwe are finished!â you barked, trying to hide the small cracking in your voice. âiâll grab my shit from your place tomorrow.â you added coldly.
âfine. have fun walking back to your apartment in the middle of the night.â he scoffed. he truly got off at the way your eyes widened in fear at his words. he smirked condescendingly at you before turning and marching back into the bar.
the realization of you situation set in. you now have no ride, you are completely soaked to the bone, and your apartment is far too many blocks away.
you sobbed quietly as you stumbled your way under an awning attached to a nearby building. at least that solved the rain issue. but what are you supposed to do now?
jason.
okay well, donât do himâyou freakâcall him.
jason was your close friendâŠwell, that was until you started dating him. he was painfully insecure anytime jason was around and forced you to stop talking to him. jason understood, but god, the past five months have been torture without you.
you fumbled with the soaked zipper of your purse as you sobbed. finally hearing the satisfying sound of the teeth disconnecting. your trembling hands reaching in and wrapping around your phone as you tried your best to focus your blurry vision on the screen. the stupid lock screen of you and your ex taunting you as you struggled to type your passcode in.
after what felt like an eternity, you found yourself starting at jasonâs contact picture. your thumb hovering over the âcallâ button. you sniffled and messily wiped your tears away with your free hand.
you looked up at the striped awning, taking a deep breath before you called him.
your phone dialed him once, twice, thrâ
damn. he picked up quick.
âdoll?âŠare you okay?â his voice gruff, the pet name slipping off his lips casually. he just got home from patrol, his phone leaving his ear momentarily so he could pull his soaked mask off, his hair being tousled harshly.
thatâs when he heard it. the sound of a sniffle on your line. and were youâŠoutside?
âjayâŠmâ sorry i know itâs late and you probably had patrolââ
âwhere are you?â
you could already hear the sound of jason changing out of his suit.
âjayâŠhe cheated..â your voice cracking pitifully.
âare you fuckinâ kiddinâ me?â he sighed, running a hand down his face. âwhat an idiotâŠsend me your location iâll be there in ten.â
he was there in six. he saw you under the overhang next to the bar, your arms wrapping around your trembling, soaking frame. the small dress you had on was doing nothing to keep you warm. the sound of his rumbling motorcycle made you raise your head to look at him. you took a step but your heels made your feet ache and your legs felt like jello. a small sob wracking your body.
jason noticed, and immediately parked his bike. ripping his helmet off to run over to you.
âoh sweetheart..â he cooed, taking in your disheveled, shivering state. without hesitation, jason shrugged off his leather jacket, stepped behind you, and gently guided your trembling arms into the sleeves. the feeling of warmth covered your torso; along with the smell of his cologne filling your senses. âshh..youâre okay. i got you.â he reassured as he stepped back in front of you. his large hands coming up to cradle your face, thumbs absentmindedly wiping your tears away.
âcan you walk?â he asked gently. you slowly shook your head, your big doe-like eyes looking up at him. without another word, jason scooped you up bridal-style, carrying you to his motorcycle. your body starting to relax as you felt the feeling of his warm embrace surrounding you. he set you down gently, clicking a helmet over your head before he slipped his on. he guided you onto the intimidating machine. he sat in front of you, reaching behind to wrap your arms around his waist, giving your forearms a gentle squeezeâsilently telling you to hold on.
the ride was practically a blur for you. but yet, you still noticed how careful he was driving. like you were precious cargo. and technically, to him,
you were.
after what felt like another blur, jason was fondling with his keys, trying to unlock his apartment with you in his arms. your damp head pressed against his chest. finally, the door opened with a loud creak, then shut behind him as he padded his way to his bed. as gentle as he could beâwhich was surprisingly gentleâhe set you on the edge of his mattress. wordlessly he knelt down, carefully undoing the buckle on your heels, then peeling them off your aching feet.
âthanks for doinâ this jay..â you mumbled, absentmindedly reaching down to brush the white lock of hair off his forehead. he smiled up at you, pressing a quick kiss to your ankle before standing up.
âdonât mention it.â he replied, disappearing into his closet to grab you a shirt to wear. when jason finally re-emerged, t-shirt in hand, he couldnât help but laugh at the sight of you tryingâand failingâto unzip your dress. his leather jacket was discarded on the bed next to you. âneed some help there, doll?â he snorted, closing the distance between you two. his calloused hands reached out to grab yours, helping you up on your feet. he gently turned you, setting the shirt on the bed before his hands met your zipper.
âaâleast take me out to dinner first!â you teased, looking over your shoulder at him.
he rolled his eyes, slowly unzipping your dress. the flimsy material bunched at your ankles as jason helped you step out. his stunning green irisâs were practically hearts as he watched you slip on his shirt that was two sizes too big. you turned to face him, your mascara still streaking down your rosy cheeks; even though your tears stopped on the ride earlier.
âlay down. iâll grab a towel for you to clean up with.â he said as he reached to brush a stand of hair away from your perfect face. you did as he asked, slowly climbing into his bed and pulling the comforters over your body, feeling the warmth start to seep back into your skin. within just a few seconds, jason walked out of the bathroom with a damp towel in his hand. the mattress dipped as he settled next to you, gently holding your chin as he wiped your makeup off. âmâsorryâŠI know itâs not all the fancy shit you use on that pretty face of yoursâŠâ he grumbled with a laugh, wiping the final smudges off.
when he felt satisfied with his work, he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before he started pushing himself off the bed. âiâll be on the couch if you need anythiââ
âwait.â you blurted. he paused, looking down at you. âcanâŠcan you stay? please?â you pleaded looking up at him. and you both knew he canât say no to you.
âyeah..yeah of course.â he agreed, lifting the covers and curling his body around yours. your face finding the crook of his neck as you felt sleep start to overtake you.
âi got you.â he soothed, smoothing down your hair. âalways.â
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â Ęâ« . now playing : ânothingâ bruno major
pairing: wally west x fem!reader
summary: listening to music with your childhood best friend wally westâŠwho you might have a tiny crush on.
notes: wally and reader are in college in this. umm this lowkey buns..but i was giggling the whole time i was writing sooooo.
itâs totally normal for two childhood best friends to hold hands, cuddle, and kiss occasionallyâŠright?
well okayâthe kissing was like a one time thing a year ago..but itâs not like you still think about it every time youâre near wallyâŠright?..
yep. itâs obvious. you are head over heels for your superhero, next door neighbor, wally west. i mean, how could you not be? heâs handsome, strong, sweet, super charismatic, funnyâ
you were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard a familiar rhythmic tap against your window. you spun in your desk chair with a knowing smile across your face as your eyes met his through the glass.
sure, using the front door to your house worked just fine..and sure he could just use his super speed..but whereâs the fun in that when wally could just climb across the tree between your houses that led perfectly to both of your guyâs rooms?
the summer sunset making him literally glow in a way that took your breath away. you rose from your chair and padded across your carpeted floor to the window, flicking open the latch and opening it for him. as gracefully as he could, he squeezed his tall muscular body through the small frame. he basically collapsed onto your floor, eliciting a giggle from your lips.
âafter all these years, you still havenât gotten better at that.â you teased, shutting the window as wally scrambled to his feet.
wally rolled his eyes, âshut upâ he sighed with a laugh.
he waltzed his way over to your bed, and collapsed onto it with a huff. you laughed softly and followed behind him, crawling to sit criss-cross next to him.
he pressed his face into your pillow, ginger strands splayed wildly against the soft fabric. the sleeves of his worn-in tee rolling up as he wrapped his arms around your pillowâexposing his freckled arms, recently adorned with purple-y green bruises from his recent mission. standing out against his pale skin like an ink spill on paper.
you bottom lip poked out in a pout as you ran your soft fingers gently against the broken blood vessels, feeling goosebumps rise against your touch.
ârough day?â you asked softly, moving your hand from his arm to run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. he practically purred against your gentle scratching.
âbetterâŠnow that iâm here.â he replied, turning his head so his freckled cheek pressed against your pillow, his green eyes looking up to meet yours with a smirk.
you rolled your eyes with a scoff, removing your hand from his hair to playfully nudge his shoulder. âyouâre unbelievable west..â
âiâm charming. thereâs a difference.â he countered.
âwhatever.â you sigh, grabbing your phoneâmiserably failing to hide the flush that rose to your cheeks. you opened spotify, clicking on the playlist that was titled âw + (your first initial).â it was all of your guyâs favorite songs, it was nearly seven hours longâpacked with hundreds songs that were connected to memories of you two. songs you two loudly in your car, songs that played during late night walks in autumn when you would share an airpod with him, the song that was playing at the party when you two kissed for the first time. a smile rose to your lips as you pressed play, music starting to softly playing throughout the speaker in your room.
you set your phone on your nightstand, looking down at wally. his tired eyes looking up at youâlike you were the only thing in the world. you felt your breath catch in your lungs for a second. which you are positively sure he noticed.
you uncurled your legs from beneath you, slowly laying down on the pillow next to his. your breaths mingling with how close you two were. his eyes fluttered shut as his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.
itâs weird seeing wally so still and content. both his body and mind always seem to run a thousand miles a minute. but here he was, pulling you into his chest that was rising and falling steadily. instinctively, you pressed your forehead against him, inhaling his scent. your hand reaching to snake up under his shirtâyour palm found home on his left pecâfeeling his steady heartbeat.
within minutes, wally was asleep with you in his arms. on the other hand, your brain was filled with thoughts. you loved wally; both of you knew that. wally always said he loved you too but you were convinced he met that platonically. unrequited love sucks ass.
you were lost in your rather depressing thoughts when the song came on. the slow r&b song that was playing when you and wally kissed for the first time.
notedâyou guys were both a couple of drinks inâand things were awkward the next few days. but still, there was something thereâŠright?
you adjusted yourself, tilting your head back to look up at his relaxed face. your heart swelled. god, why is he so stupidly perfect?!
you moved your hand away from his chest, slipping it out from under his shirt to cup the side of his face. your thumb traced the scar on his cheekbone that he got when you two were just children playing outside. he fell while trying to impress you with how high he could climb on the tree outside your window.
a smile cracked on your lips as you felt your body slowly start to relax.
you woke up to the feeling of sunlight leaking through your curtains and showering the two of you in light. your arms and legs were wrapped around wallyâlike you were subconsciously scared he would be gone when you woke up.
âmorninâ sunshineâ
you groggily lifted your head up off his chest to see wally looking down at you with a smile, his hand playing mindlessly with your unruly morning hair.
fuuckkkk.
your heart immediately started hammering in your chest as you smiled up at him.
âmorninâ..â you grumbled back with a yawn.
his hand untangled from your hair to drop down onto the mattress. and you literally almost whine from the loss of contact.
âyouâre cute when you sleep.â
âshut up wallsâ
his hand moved back to cup your face, tilting your chin so your eyes met his.
âi mean it.â he whispered, his eyes roaming over every inch of your face with a gentle smile on his lips. âi donât get how you do it..â
âdo what?â
âbe so freakinâ pretty all the time⊠sânot fair.â
âwally.â
âhm?â
here goes nothinâ
you sat up moving to sit on top of him, your thighs straddling his waist.
his breath hitched. taking in the beautiful sight of you on top of him, in a college tee that was two sizes too big and a pair of sweat shorts, your sleep-mused hair framing your face perfectly.
âcan i kiss you?âŠplease?â you practically whispered, your hands coming down to rest on his cheeks.
wally chuckled, feigning to think about the question you asked him.
âwell well well..you finally admit that iâm literally irresistible..i was wondering when youâdââ
without thinking, you lean down and press your lips against his with a sigh. his whole body tensed before steadily relaxing into the kiss. his hands reach up to gently hold your face. your lips interlock and it feels even more magical than the party. it is perfect.
you pull away, your eyes fluttering open to meet his.
âwas..that..yâknowâ okay?â you questioned softly.
wally beamed up at you with his always-bright smile. his thumb tracing your collarbones.
âit was perfect.â
âpromise?â
âpinky swear.â
you laugh, the sound music to wallyâs ears. âyouâre a dorkâ
âmaybe..but iâm your dork.â
ââŠi love you wally.â
âi love you mostest.â
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â§â âȘËâč now playing: âiâll wait for youâ frank sinatra
pairing: wally west x fem!reader
summary: wally canât stand watching you dance with someone else. âËâč á°
note: this is my first time writing a fanfic! i know it is far from perfect but i had a lot of fun! enjoy xx
nope. this wasnât happening. this literally cannot be real.
wallyâs eyes were locked onto you. watching you dance with someone else while he sat at the bar. his fist clenching around his cup as some shitty pop song blasted throughout the speakers of the club. the club that you and your friends dragged him to.
he blinkedâonce, twiceâhoping that when he opened his eyes, you would finally walk away from the douchebag you were with. but alas, you still had your hands on the manâs shoulders, and his were still gripping your waist.
even though wallyâs entire body was tense with anger, he still couldnât help himself from thinking just how beautiful you were. you were clearly tipsy, your smile wide as youâvery poorlyâsang along to the cheesy lyrics. the sparkly dress you were wearing was hugging your body so perfectly.
this isnât fair.
wally was literally pouting watching the two of you, his leg vibrating as he tapped his foot angrily against the tiled floor of the bar. your friends were sat next to him, laughing as one of them told a story. he couldnât tell you a single word they were saying, heâs just been simply nodding along for the past few minutesâcompletely zoned out.
he just wishes he couldâve been a little more blunt with his feelings for you. although really west is quite far from subtleâthe opposite reallyâyou had no idea how he felt about you. you simply assumed that he was always that touchy and charming with everyone elseâŠright? but now, here he is, watching you grind againstâ
wait what?
holy shit youâre grinding against him now.
yep. thatâs it.
wally slammed his glass against the bar with enough force to leave a hairline fracture stretching across the side of the cup. your friends immediately stopped talking and stared at him as he stomped over to you.
you were blissfully unaware of the freckled speedster who was marching towards you with an almost blank expression on his face.
one moment your having the time of your life, laughing and dancing. and the next, youâreâŠoutside?
âjesus, wally what the actual fuck!â
you hissed as your back met the brick wall outside, wallyâs hands planted on the wall next to your head, effectively caging you. his beautiful eyes bore into yours, nostrils flaring as he panted.
âmy friends still donât know you have poweââ
âthat doesnât matter.â he cut you off flatly.
youâve never seen wally west so serious in your years of knowing him.
âwally..what is happening right now?â you slurred slightly, concern slowly etching your face. he paused, staring at you as he swallowedâtrying to find the words to say. his body slowly starting to relax.
âwhy were you dancing with him?â he asked. shit. why did he sound so..upset?
your face softened slightly, your big eyes staring up at him, hair framing your face perfectly. his heart skipped a beat just by looking at you.
âthatâs what youâre upset about?â you questioned with a scoff, âwhy do you care about who i dance with walls?â your voice starting to gain a defensive edge once more.
wally pushed himself away the wall, running a hand through his unruly ginger locks with a heavy sigh. his eyes still locked on to your beautiful face. god, why were you so pretty?
âbecauseââ he stopped. dropping his hands down to his sides with a shaky breath. his eyes breaking away from yours to look down at the concrete.
âbecause what?â you snapped. taking a step closer to him, your back leaving the cold bricks you were leaning against.
âbecause do you know how hard it is to sit there and watch you look at someone else like that?! itâs like youâre in love with him!â he blurted out suddenly. his eyes looking back at your face. âiâve wait far too long to tell you. but iâm stupidly in love with you and i get thatââ
âwoah..what?â you asked softly, your fist slowly unclenching as your eyes slowly met his.
panic started setting in him. his fingers tapping quickly against the sides of his thighs.
âfuck iâm sorry i really shouldnât have said anything. i donât want to ruin our friendshipââ
his hurried rambling was cut off by the feeling of you grabbing his shirt collar and pulling his lips to yours. his senses were immediately flooded with just you.
the scent of your perfume he always could smell the second you walked into a room, the taste of your cherry flavored lipgloss he always watched you reapply, and the feeling of your hands coming up to cradle his flushed, freckled cheeks.
his hands were shaky as they gently met your waist, pulling you closer to him. his lips moved slowly against yoursâscared that if he moved too quick, you would vanish into thin air. everything around you two faded and blurred into nothing. you could practically feel him vibrating under your touch, his heart hammering against his ribs. after what felt like both and eternity and a mere second, you pulled away from the kiss. your eyes fluttered open and met his.
âi love too, walls.â you whispered, your thumb carefully rubbing his cheek.
years of pining and yearning for the other finally came to an end. he was here and he was definitely not going anywhere.
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okay, so maybe jason likes fucking you at a nice angle. and maybe, for all intents and purposes, that angle ends up being reverse cowgirl â especially when he's in one of those moods. don't get him wrong, jason loves a good doggy or missionary, but you in reverse cowgirl? while he's trying his hardest not to cum inside?
his bicep rests over his eyes, free hand set lazily on your hip for the sake of saying he held onto something the entire time.
"yeah, that's it," he groans, sinking into the mattress. his cockhead presses against that particular spot inside that makes you see stars, each bounce drawing out an embarrassing moan from your lips. "that's my pretty," he praises, breathing hard enough for your to hear. the tremble in his voice lets you know more than enough: he's been holding in the urge to cum for less than a minute, sweating to keep the edge off his voice. fingers barely digging into your skin, he holds your hips down with both hands, stopping your movements. a whine nearly erupts from you.
jason's struggling. he's one good thrust away from cumming inside, your name at his lips in weak pants. "jay?" "just a second, sweetheart." you turn your head to nab a quick glimpse, finding the sweetest closed-eyed and bitten lip expression. his eyebrows are knitted together so perfectly, a mess of sweat at his forehead. heâs trying his hardest for you.
âjason, baby,â you start, chest heaving as you catch your breath, âitâs okay if you cum.â it isnât like he doesnât know that, but reassurance gives the man a sense of peace. he squeezes your side and brings you into a slower pace, shuddering with every soft bounce, head thrown back. your thighs are shaking, most likely due to the sudden stop brought back into movement, but jasonâs twice - if not thrice - as wrecked beneath you.
his breathing turns erratic, cock jumping at any stimulation when your folds flutter around him. red in the face with an utterly pathetic moan, his hips jolt upwards, mind going blank. you feel it seep between your legs, warm and thick, and he quite literally writhes. the view from behind is delectable, a beautifully arched back whilst he paints your insides, all on display for his eyes.
haunting adeline doesnât need a movie and shouldâve never been a book in the first place, rape doesnât belong in the romance category and everyone whoâs defending it is stupid idc
