After moving together right outside of Central City, you and Wally can finally undo the clothes boxes and do your laundry, little did you know, you'd happen to find more about each other than you thought.
authors note: WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY
warnings: NO USE OF YN, suggestive shirt?
words: 759
dividers: by @saradika-graphics
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You’re sitting down in the middle of the nearly empty space that’ll soon be the kitchen. You’re unboxing boxes of essential items you and Wally bought for the house: cutlery, dishes, cleaning utensils.
It was bound to happen that you two moved in together, after all, you spent most of your time in his apartment so it didn’t make sense to pay two rents. Instead of just moving into his place, you both decided to start fresh and buy a new house right outside of Central City.
Wally comes in at super speed carrying more boxes than he can handle, he places them on the empty space that’s soon-to-be the living room.
“I just met our neighbors outside! They’re so nice!” Wally rushes to you to tell you the news.
“Really? I had a feeling this neighborhood was perfect” you put away the rest of the plates on the cabinet.
Wally comes right behind you, not resisting the urge to wrap his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“I’m so happy we did this” he mumbles on your clavicle, your hand automatically rubs his scalp.
“Me too hon”
You couldn't have chosen a better place to move in, right outside of the city where there’s less noise, less crime and less chances of people finding out about yours and Wally’s secret vigilante identities.
“What did you bring in?” you look at the boxes filled to the brim that were set in the living room.
“Bunch of clothes” Wally looks at the pile then to you.
“Guess today’s laundry day then” you turn to Wally as you hear his annoyed groan.
“Let’s check the boxes out c’mon” you grab his wrist and drag him to the living room space.
In no time, you’re both sitting criss-crossed on the floor sorting out piles of clothes around you.
“And here I thought our first day here was going to be magical, but here we are separating laundry” Wally picks up another dirty shirt and winces at the smell “Yup, in the wash pile you go”
You chuckle at his face “It’s best to do it right now instead of-”
Your words are interrupted by a particular shirt you find.
“Um- Wally?” you lift the shirt up.
“What- OH NO” he immediately reaches forward to grab the shirt from you but you’re quick to clutch it against you.
“HONEY PLEASE GIVE IT BACK” Wally desperately tries to coax you into giving him the shirt.
“THERE IS NO WAY” you lift the shirt once more and finally see it in all its glory.
It’s a stamped shirt with multiple pictures of your vigilante persona with hearts around it, you’re laughing so hard in disbelief, how haven’t you seen this before?
Finally, Wally takes the shirt back.
“It was a stupid gift Dick gave me when he found out I first had a crush on you”
“Oh jeez” you clean a tear out of your eye calming down from the laughter.
“Yeah, yeah laugh all you want babe”
“You wanna know why I’m laughing?” before you let him answer you’re already digging through your pile of clothes.
“What are you doing?” Wally asks, not understanding your sudden search in the pile of clothes.
“Wait a second- HERE” you lift up another shirt, but this time Wally is the one in disbelief.
It’s a shirt with his Flash persona on it, but instead of hearts, in the bottom it says “I’d let him flash me anytime”
“WHAT!?” Wally's on his feet in a second with a beet-red face.
“WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT?!” he takes the shirt to analyse it closer.
“Donna gave it to me when she found out about my crush on you!” you burst out laughing once more.
“Dick and Donna probably planned this together!” Wally’s speechless at the thought, all those years ago their teammates were teasing you two.
Wally can’t help but laugh with you collapsing right beside your giggly figure.
“Oh well, they knew what they were doing”
"We should wear these to the next reunion!”
“YOU’RE SO SMART!”
“It’s so crazy how we weren’t even dating yet and we’re only discovering these shirts now, in our new house” you turn to him with a fond smile.
He reaches for your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin there.
“Yeah, it’s stupidly unbelievable” he leans in and you naturally do so too.
You share a simple loving kiss and as you separate Wally says.
“Guess laundry day wasn’t so bad for a first day after all”
Warnings/Tags: Wholesome, fluff, new relationship :)
Author note: Just some cute fluff for wally! I plan to post a lot more of these short oneshots for all the dc boys I have on my masterlist <3
Please do not copy or translate any of my works. Thank you!
The thing about dating Wally West, you quickly realized, was that time worked differently around him.
Not in the obvious, speedster-way that meant he could zip from one side of the county to the other while you were still trying to tie your shoelaces. That was just... physics- or magic- or whatever it was that made him him.
No, the difference in time came from the way he made you laugh so hard hours passed without you realizing it. Or the way he filled silence with half-baked jokes, or wide-eyed stories about his latest mission with the Titans, so much that the quiet between words felt almost intimate. When you were with him, the world just... accelerated and slowed down in a rhythm only the two of you seemed to share.
The two of you had been "together" officially for just under a month. Which meant everyone around you- Dick, Donna, even Batman, though God help you both if he ever commented on it- treated your budding relationship with the amused patience of people who'd seen it coming long before you had.
It had been easy to say yes to Wally. He was warm, he was bright, he was Wally. But what wasn't so easy was figuring out what came next.
Which is why you currently found yourself pacing the rooftop of Titans Tower, the night breeze pulling at your jacket, trying to steady your nerves. Because despite being 'official,' you hadn't kissed him yet. Not properly.
There had been the near-kiss during movie night when his face had been right there in the glow of the screen, and you chickened out because Gar and Vic had barged in with popcorn. There had been the one almost-kiss after a training session when he leaned in so close you thought it was going to happen- but he sneezed, and the moment shattered into laughter.
And maybe that was the problem. Being with Wally was easy, Kissing him? That felt like it would change something. Something big.
"Okay, breathe," you muttered to yourself, blowing into your hands to fight off the chill. "It's just a kiss. People do this all the time."
"Talking to yourself again?"
You jumped so hard you nearly tripped over your own feet.
And there he was- red hair tousled by the wind, green eyes lit up with mischief, a grin tugging at his lips. He wore that battered old hoodie you liked, the one with a faded Keystone City baseball logo on the front. And of course, he had that speedster smugness, like he'd been standing there for ages and you were the one late to the party.
"Wally?" you scolded, pressing a hand to your chest. "Don't do that!"
"What, show up?" he teased, strolling closer with that casual confidence that somehow didn't look rehearsed on him. "Or catch you having a full conversation with... yourself?"
"I wasn't-" you stopped, narrowing your eyes. "Okay, maybe I was. But that doesn't mean you get to make fun of me."
"Who said I'm making fun? I think it's adorable," he said smoothly, leaning on the railing beside you. His arm brushed yours, warm even through your jacket.
You tried to play it cool. You really did. "You always sneak up on people like that?"
"Only on the people I like." His tone softened just enough to make your stomach flip.
There it was. The thing he did- the disarming honesty beneath all the bravado. You glanced at him, but he wasn't smirking this time. He was just looking at you, like he couldn't quite believe you were there.
Your heart thumped. Loud. Too loud.
"So," he started after a beat, his voice lighter again. "Why are you hiding out here? Don't tell me you're avoiding another one of Vic's karaoke nights."
You laughed, grateful for the deflection. "No. Just needed some air."
"Hmm." He studied you, head tilted. Then, before you could blink, he darted away- literally- and returned in less than a second holding two mugs of hot chocolate, steam curling from the tops.
You blinked. "Did you just-"
"Zoom down to the kitchen?" He smirked, handing you a mug. "Yeah. Perks of dating the fastest man alive."
"You're impossible," you said, but you smiled as you wrapped your hands around the cup.
"And yet you keep me around." He bumped your shoulder playfully.
The night settled around you, quieter this time. Just the two of you, the city lights in the distance, the stars overhead. Wally sipped his hot chocolate like it was the most important task in the world, and you felt the weight of unsaid words pressing against your tongue.
You wanted to kiss him. God, you wanted to kiss him.
But how? Do you just... lean in? Do you wait for him? What if you missed and ended up bumping noses? What if-
"You're staring," he said suddenly, a teasing lilt to his voice.
Your face heated. "I am not."
"You are." He turned to look at you fully, green eyes sharp and soft all at once. "Which, you know, I'm not complaining about. I like it when you stare."
"Wally..." you warned, though your voice was more breathless than stern.
He leaned closer, close enough that you could count the freckles across his cheeks, close enough that your heart felt like it might sprint right out of your chest to try and keep up with him.
"You know," he murmured, "I've been trying to find the right moment."
Your breath caught. "The right moment?"
He smiled, softer this time. "Yeah. To do this."
And then- finally- he kissed you.
It wasn't flashy. It wasn't rushed. For all his speed, Wally kissed you slow. His lips brushed yours like he had all the time in the world, like he wanted to savor every second.
Your hand found its way to his hoodie, clutching the fabric as you melted into him. His free hand- because of course he hadn't let go of his hot chocolate- rested gently against your waist, grounding you.
When you finally pulled back, the world felt a little different. Brighter, Louder. Like every atom in your body had been rewired.
Wally grinned, his forehead resting against yours. "Worth the wait."
You laughed, a little breathless. "Yeah. Definitely worth the wait."
He kissed you again, quick and sweet this time, before pulling back with that trademark smirk. "So... when do I get to brag to the others that I finally kissed my girlfriend?"
You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. "Let's keep it to ourselves. Just for tonight."
"Deal," he said, and you knew he'd keep it- because for once, Wally West wasn't in any rush.
Debrief: you get caught up in a villain attack and get saved by The Flash
Case Notes: for @wishesofficial, enjoy your flowers my love!
The first thing you register is wind. The second is red. The third is that the man who just saved you is kneeling in front of you like you’re made of glass.
“Hey. Hey, stay with me. Are you hurt? Concussed?” His voice is warm, if not for a little fast. Concern bleeding through every syllable. Behind him, the villain is tied up in what looks suspiciously like electrical cable and duct tape, gift wrapped for jail.
You blink up at him, “I… I think I’m okay?”
The Flash exhales like you just handed him oxygen, “Okay is good. I like okay. Okay is my favorite word right now.”
He helps you sit up, hands gentle, His glove brushes your arm and you swear your pulse stutters harder than it has ever in your life. The bouquet you’d had in your arms lies scattered across the sidewalk. Petals everywhere, stems bent, ribbon no longer in sight.
He notices, and something in his expression shifts from relief… to heartbreak.
“Oh no.”
You follow his gaze, shrugging a bit, “It’s fine, they were just flowers.”
“Just flowers? Those were clearly important flowers. You don’t get a bouquet like that at the grocery store.”
You laugh, still shaky from getting caught up in a villain attack, “I didn’t, but they were for me. Self care and all that.”
That stops him, “For you-yourself?”
“It’s been a long week, this just kind of tops it all off.” There’s a beat of silence and then he smiles. Not the public hero smile. Not the camera one. A real one that’s soft around the edges.
“You buy yourself flowers?”
“Yeah, well… no one else will.”
He stares at you for half a second too long.Then clears his throat and stands abruptly, “Stay right here. Do not move. I mean, you can move. Just… moderately. Safely. I’ll be right back.”
And then he vanishes, the air snaps and leaves swirl. And Five seconds later he’s back. Breathless and holding a bouquet that’s three times the size of the one you had gotten yourself. It’s not perfect, a few stems are slightly uneven, petals are windblown off of a few blooms. The ribbon is tied around the stems like it’s barely hanging on. But it’s beautiful.
“Okay,” he says, like he just ran a marathon across continents, “Full disclosure. I may have had to rescue these from three separate flower shops— I paid, though! I absolutely paid. I’m not a monster.”
You stare at him, a giggle passing your lips, “At super speed?”
“I have a punch card at one of them now. It’s fine.”He kneels again, offering them to you.
“These are for you. Because long weeks deserve better endings.”
Your fingers brush his as you take them And that’s when he realizes something. This isn’t just adrenaline or post battle intensity. This is him, completely and undeniably smitten. He can’t recall the last time this happened.
He points awkwardly to the flowers, “So. Hypothetically. If a masked speedster were to ask you to coffee— Or dinner. Or a place that serves both because flexibility is important.”
You raise a brow, “Is that hypothetical speedster you or are you offering up the central city flash?”
He leans in slightly, conspiratorial, “Me. The other Flash is happily married… and my uncle.”
You laugh again, brighter this time and he’s gone. Absolutely gone. It’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.
“I’d say yes.” you tell him.
He freezes, green eyes lighting up, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He grins like he just won something much bigger than a fight with a villain, “Great. Perfect. Amazing. I will pick you up. Not literally. I mean unless you want that. I respect boundaries.”
“You can knock like a normal person.” You offer with another short laugh.
“Normal. Got it. I can do normal.”He absolutely cannot do normal, you’ll learn that. But he will try. And as he jogs backward a few steps, still facing you, he says, “By the way? For the record? You’re the sweetest, prettiest thing I’ve seen all day. Maybe like, my whole life? And I just stopped a guy made of molten asphalt. So that’s saying something.”
And then he’s gone in a red streak. Leaving you with your hair wind blown and A slightly chaotic bouquet in your arms… And a first date with the fastest man alive.
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"I remember the view // Streetlights in the dark blue // The moment I knew // I'd no choice but to love you"
Who knew saving someone from a burning building would lead Wally to meeting one of the most interesting people ever?
“Fire at 13th?” Wally looks at the news broadcast, sighing as he places down the burger he is just about to eat. “Where’s Cold when you need him?”
He mutters nonsensically before leaving his burger, taking a mental note to speed back to the diner once everything is done to take back his burger. Hoping the server doesn’t clean it up before he comes back.
However, once he did arrive at the scene he realised that he’d probably have to buy another one and take crimes much more seriously. Considering the size of the fire was massive. Immediately greeting him at the scene was an apartment building fully engulfed in fire, the residents were screaming and he could see the foundations of the building slowly crumbling to the flames.
Quickly taking note of the situation, Wally sped through the building, took as many people as he could and sped out. He had to be quick, not only was the fire crumbling the building and practically suffocating the people inside, he wasn’t fairing that well either. Had the fire not been so large, he would’ve been able to take a couple of people at once and drag them out. But considering how much smoke he was inhaling he had to take a breather outside every other person he brought out.
All the while, you were desperately trying to body slam the door out of the apartment you were in as quickly as possible before you passed out from inhaling too much smoke. The first sign of a fire hits your nose before it hits your eyes. You smelled smoke before you saw the burning red flames lick through the layers of brick and wood outside your window.
You were quick enough to wet a rag and bring it to your nose and mouth before you inhaled the billowing smoke. But you weren’t quick enough to exit the building. Considering your door handle was metal you knew it would be dumb to try and open the door.
So you had no other choice but to try and break it open with your body. The fire should already weaken the wooden doors, it shouldn’t be that hard to break its hinges. After a few more body slams, probably bruising your shoulder and arm in the process, the door finally crashed into pieces. Silently you thanked the friend you were currently home-sitting for, that her landlord refused to modernise the old apartment.
Unbeknownst to you, Wally was currently going through his final round in the building when he heard the crash. Speeding towards you, he was quick to hold your body against his before speeding out.
The sudden whiplash caused you to immediately fall to the ground gasping at fresh air once he let go. Ever the kindest hero, Wally leaned crouched down next to you, his hand on your back.
“Are you burned anywbere?!”
You shook your head, still sputtering smoke and spit into the grass. Wally, seeing that you were relatively alright stood to go help the paramedics and firefighters arriving on the scene. That is until you stood up and looked around, realising someone was missing.
“George,” you whispered to yourself, scanning the grassy area outside the burning building for him. “George’s still in there.” you whispered, panicking.
Wally’s brows furrowed, he got everyone out, there wasn’t anyone else. Maybe he missed a spot? Missed a room? Where could he have missed? Too deep into his own thoughts, Wally didn’t realise you had immediately run back inside the burning building once it solidified in your mind that this guy named George was in there.
“Wait!” Wally rushed into the burning building again.
The flames licked against his costume as smoke filled his lungs. He could hear the creaking and breaking of wood around him. The building was falling apart, he had to find you and get you out. But with zero knowledge about the layout of the building he was at a loss on where to start. Frustratingly, he was stuck in the middle of the lobby, staring at all the different hallways and staircases trying to deduce where you are.
Right before he sped into one of the hallways, wishing for the best, he saw you run out of practically a wall of fire. Your body huddled as you ran through trying to minimise the damage done to your body. You held your breath as you tried to run back out.
Fortunately, Wally quickly rusheed onto you again.
“I got him!” You yelled, almost immediately coughing, though you closed your mouth and held your breath trying desperately not to inhale more smoke.
Seeing the desperation in the situation, Wally nodded, though he didn’t see where George was, and ran back out. This time once he let go of you and you collapsed back on the grass, he stood up and looked back onto the burning building.
Where was George?! The building was collapsing, the roof had started caving into the structure and even some of the firefighters had evacuated certain areas knowing the building would not hold any longer. Wally watched them change from trying to stop the fire to trying to contain it as it raged on within the building.
“That guy, where is he?” He asked, a tinge of panic in his tone, there was no way he could go back inside without something collapsing onto him. But if your friend, colleague, roommate, or whoever this George was still in there he had to try and rescue him.
“He’s here, don’t worry,” he heard you hoarsely chuckle, your throat still dry and scratchy from the amount of smoke you inhaled. “His fur’s a bit singed but he’s okay.”
Wally’s brows furrowed, and looking behind him he realised what George was.
There on the grassy ground, you were pampering and trying to calm down a panicked-looking tiny pomeranian. The edges of his fur had been singed off by the fire but there didn’t seem to be any other injuries.
Surprised and still running on adrenaline from the sudden terrible fire, Wally crouched down with you. George, the pomeranian, was quick to leap to his hands when he offered them. Yipping and yapping as Wally hesitantly petted him. At the sight, you laughed.
“He likes you, he’s usually nippy at strangers.” Though you wanted to laugh again, you began coughing.
Wally, realising that despite the fact you had very minor injuries you still had a terribly torn-apart throat, stood up.
“Hold on, let me get you some water.”
As quick as he went, he came back, this time with a bottle of water. You couldn’t care less where it came from the moment you started drinking it. Cooling your parched throat.
“Georgie!!!!” From afar the two of you heard a man yell out.
You smiled when a middle-aged couple ran towards your direction. George immediately barked in excitement. The two quickly scooped the dog from the ground and cuddled him close to their body.
“Thank you so much! We were outside when the fire started, they wouldn’t let us back in to rescue him.” The woman explained whilst her husband, with tears in his eyes, cuddled his dog close to his chest.
“No worries, when I got out I realised he wasn’t here and just couldn’t handle the thought of him being alone in there.”
You explained much to the surprise of Wally. There seemed to be a plethora of surprises greeting him today.
After the two of them left, Wally turned back at you who finished the water bottle.
“That’s not your dog?” He exclaimed, confused and rather in awe over the fact that you’d risk your life after only narrowly missing death yourself, just to save someone else’s dog.
“No–” you exaggerated your answer with a chuckle, “I met them last week, my friend who owns the apartment I was in are friends with them though!”
“You don’t live here?!”
“Nope!” You began to laugh at seeing Flash’s surprised expression. He seemed rather expressive even under a mask, it was humorous, “I was house-sitting. I guess my job is cut short though. There goes ten bucks.” You shrugged.
Seeing your nonchalance over the fact that the building was literally burning down, Wally couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I forgot to thank you for saving my life by the way, twice!” You exclaimed suddenly, “I’d be more worried if you weren’t here, but I guess with the Flash around I’m sure everyone’s safe.”
“Well, that’s just the life of a superhero, I guess.” He teased, shrugging in faux nonchalance pretending as if he wasn’t just panicking over the fact that just moments ago you had run back inside a burning, collapsing building.
“This is odd.” You mused. Wally quirked his brows at your smile.
“How so?”
“Usually Batman doesn’t stay this long to chat up the people he rescues. Just dissappears into a random back alley or into the damn darkness like a cryptid. Guess Central City’s just different like that huh?”
You smiled at the man, granted, you’ve never experienced a disaster quite as bad as this in daylight in Gotham either. But you assumed Batman also wouldn’t be chatting with a random stranger he rescued even if it was in the day.
“You’re a Gothamite?” Wally questioned, things suddenly making a lot of sense for him.
“Born and raised.” You puffed up your chest in pride.
“Might think about moving to Central City then, the superheroes here are less broody.” Wally, once again, teased, nudging your side ever so slightly.
He couldn’t help but continue the conversation. Not every day does he see someone as randomly heroic as you. Someone running into a burning building to save a stranger’s dog was not on his bingo card for things that would happen today.
“Nah, if I moved here that’s less chance to get saved by Nightwing, and that’s currently my life goal.”
Wally immediately started laughing, already ready to text Dick about this interaction later once he was free.
“Oh shit- I’m probably holding you up, right? Crime never takes a break and all that.” You muttered, “I’m going to go over and help with some first aid too. Thank you again, I owe my life to you, literally.”
Before he could reply, you shook his hand and walked to the closest paramedics to grab some first aid to help out. Wally couldn’t help but smile to himself watching you walk away. He didn’t catch your name but you’ve definitely caught his attention.
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The rest of the few weeks went by without a hitch, despite that Wally couldn't help but keep thinking about you. At times he wondered if you got home safely. Considering where you lived that being Gotham he worried about you. He knew he could trust his friends back in Gotham to protect you, especially Dick yet he couldn't help but have your image linger in his mind.
Your bright smile, your cheerful appearance, your selflessness, and especially your bravery, all amused him.
How humorous he thought to himself how a simple person such as yourself could take his attention away. He's saved countless people over his years of being a hero and yet it's you who he can't seem to escape.
It wouldn't be until a few weeks later that Wally would get a chance to see you again. Barbara had to have her expertise used elsewhere, Jason was God knows where, and Duke had recently gotten badly injured after a scuffle with Bane. That left no one in Gotham to take care of the morning shift except Dick Grayson. But Dick knew his limits so instead of doing it all alone he invited one of his best friends to help out that being Wally himself.
“You got anything over there?” Dick spoke into his comms as he stood on the edge of a building.
“Nothing much Gotham seems pretty peaceful when the sun's out!” Wally exclaimed as he sped through the streets
“Don't say anything that could get this jinxed,” Dick laughed before continuing his patrol.
Wally laughed to himself and then ended the communication. The two of them agreed to take either side of Gotham considering if they split the city in half it would be much easier to react to any kind of crime that happened on either side. However, that meant they would be working individually from each other only calling for backup if there was something that either of them couldn't handle.
Wally kept his eyes on the lookout as he expertly manoeuvred his way around the Gothamites around him. No matter how many times he’s been to Gotham for missions, he never truly got to appreciate the place in the morning.
Without all the dirt and grime from the lurking fear that something may pop out. The flowers and trees growing next to the pavement and the colourful sights were quite beautiful. He couldn’t help but let his mind linger back to you. He wondered if this was why so many Gohtamites decided to stay in a place as bleak as this.
The morning sun shows them just how beautiful their city can be and so they hold out hope that when the moon comes and the sun retreats, maybe a calm night will follow. He wondered if that’s how you felt.
Wondering aside, just as he passes a certain semi-empty street a certain building caught his attention. Wally let himself stop for a second seeing as there didn’t seem to be any crime nearby. He was then met face-to-face with an animal shelter.
However the shelter was different, instead of just a building, there were windows all over the from of it. Letting anyone walking by see inside. The shelter seemed to be much more funded than many others he’s seen, as looking through the windows he could see large areas where the dogs could play and another where the cats could. It was just in front of some of the kennels and right behind the counter, only separated by a gate and fences.
Some of the dogs were being let out to play around. There were some workers around the fussing and playing. The open concept made the space seem much happier and more welcoming than many other shelters. He wondered what rich person was nice enough to take such good care of this many animals. Considering how much of a problem Gotham has with abandoned animals.
“Oh.” A singular sound made him turn around.
And just like that weeks of pining and wondering crashed down.
One would think being in the hero business as long as he had would make it very difficult to make Wally West, former kid Flash, now Flash, surprised. But there you were causing him to stagger in his steps.
“What happened to not liking Gotham because of how broody the people are,” composing yourself quickly after seeing the fucking Flash standing like a deer in headlights in front of your animal shelter, you tried to joke.
Wally, quickly realising he was still staying silent, tried to make a funny remark.
“Can’t trust rumours you know, gotta collect my own data about how broody you Gothamites are.” He put his hands on his hips and shrugged, feigning nonchalance, as if he hadn’t just spent weeks thinking about you.
You looked much more composed than you did the last time he saw you, granted the last time he saw you was right after he saved you from a burning building. But right now, free of soot, grime, sweat, and all the nasty shit that comes from being in a collapsing burning building, twice, you looked radiant.
“What are you doing here anyways, not in Gotham I mean, don’t want to intrude in any secret hero business. I mean in front of my shelter.”
Your?!
As if a lightbulb just activated in Wally’s head he then realises how on-brand it would be for you to own an animal shelter such as this one.
“I was just looking around, are you doing alright by the way? I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole fire ordeal shook you up.”
You thought about it for a moment, it was true. For the first few days after the incident, you checked every stove and electrical outlet in your apartment every night before you slept. Not to mention the amount of times you brushed up on the fire safety in your apartment building. Needless to say, you were pretty shaken up by it.
“I guess I was, took a bit of time off from both of my jobs, but it’s not so bad now. Life goes on right? Plus I’m too worried about insane penguins to worry too much about a fire.”
Wally laughed at that. He found himself smiling at your easygoing nature. How it seems so easy for you to take your time, process everything, and then move on. A part of him wished he could take time off too. But unfortunately, crime doesn’t stop for anything. And a speedster must keep running.
“Wait, two jobs?” He asked, selfishly wanting to know more about you, though he was sure he’d have to dodge a question if you tried the same thing. Secret identity and all.
“Yeah, the shelter barely pays for me, any profits are gone back into the facility or paying the staff. So I’m a professor in Gotham University. Pays pretty well so I can keep running the shelter even when we’re running low on donations.”
“That’s pretty noble of you. Don’t you get tired?”
“Says the literal hero.” You rolled your eyes at the irony, “Sometimes, but I take breaks here and there. I know when I can push myself and when I should take a step back. I have a bunch of staff in the shelter than can help me out and I have two TAs.” You shrugged as if you were saying the most obvious thing in the world, “I know I can rely on them.”
Wally couldn’t help but let out a lopsided grin. All of it seemed to come easy to you. Sure, handling two emotionally demanding jobs wasn’t the same as handling a hero identity and a civilian identity. But isn’t being a hero and a civilian basically like having two jobs too? Yet, you’re able to work at it so calmly. While Wally’s lucky if he could have a full night’s rest.
He wanted to get to know you more, he wanted to know how your mind worked, and how you could become the person you were. However, just before he opened his mouth his comm whirred to life.
“Croc at southeast, 13th avenue, there’s a lot of civilians, I could use some help!” Dick yelled out followed by sounds of crashing and roaring.
“Shit.” Wally shook his head after receiving the information.
“Trouble in the most broody city?” You asked with a smile.
Wally sheepishly nodded, one hand on the back of his neck. How he wished he could spend the entire day in front of the cutesy shelter just talking to you. But alas, he had to help Dick.
“Well, I’m glad we got to see each other again Flash. Go save some lives then.” Wally chuckled.
“Says the shelter owner.” Before rushing off.
~
When the day was over, right before heading back into Central City, he passed by the street where your animal shelter was located. He told himself that it was because the street was on the way to Central City. Though he knew the real answer was he wanted to see you again.
But for some reason, when he did see you again, locking up the shelter, he hid himself in an alleyway. Was he bothering you? You seemed like a nice person who wouldn’t say anything if someone was taking up too much of your time.
At a moment’s notice, Wally’s mind went overdrive in a torrent of jumbled mess. How much of your time did he waste that morning when he stopped you from entering the shelter? Were you late for anything because of him?
If he approached you right now would you be bothered? It looks like you’re heading home, what if he started chatting with you and you end up having to pull an all-nighter because you didn’t get home quick enough to do your report? Do you have to do reports? Is that something a University Professor did?!
Wally shook his head from side to side, clearing his mind of any thoughts. It didn’t matter anyway, he shouldn’t get himself involved with you. You’re a civilian, you could get hurt. Especially if someone sees him in his costume talking to you.
But Gotham was dangerous. And it was far into the evening at this point. Wally quickly turned his head towards your direction from where he was hiding. Were you really walking home alone?!
“This person!” He whisper-yelled to himself.
Ok, he’d just make sure you got home safe. You said it yourself, you were scared of insane penguins. Were there a bunch of cases relating to Penguin these days in Gotham? He should’ve been paying more attention.
His mind was frazzled so much that he didn’t quite notice how creepy he seemed tailing behind you. Not that you or anyone else around would notice, he’s been in one too many stealth missions to be able to get around undetected. At least to the normal civilian. Not to a Batman-trained vigilante on home ground.
“Dude what are you doing?”
Wally practically almost sped away in shock at hearing Dick’s voice above him. Standing on a fire exit, Dick looked down on Wally with an amused smile. Before responding, Wally looked back to where you were only to find you already making your way into your apartment building. Thankfully safe and sound.
“Are you seriously spying on a random person? You know, if you’re getting involved with a Gothamite, Bruce might need to do an investigation.” Dick joked, causing Wally to sigh.
“No, I’m not getting involved with a Gothamite. I was just making sure they got home safe.” Wally leaned on the wall behind him, hand in his hair.
“Okayy,” Dick chuckled, leaning on the railing to get a better look at Wally, “So, do they know?”
“About?”
“You being Flash and all?”
“It’s the opposite actually.” He sheepishly confessed.
Dick let out a loud laughter after that. He quickly quieted seeing his friend deflate.
“So you got to know them as Flash and not Wally?” At Wally’s nod, Dick shook his head, “That’s harder to deal with.”
“Well– We’re not dealing with anything! I just rescued them a few weeks ago and by chance met them again. There’s nothing going on.” Wally exasperatedly threw his hands up and glared at Dick.
“Alright- alright- What’s their name?”
“Uh-”
“No way,” Dick laughed, “You don’t even know their name and you’re following them home?! I didn’t know my best friend was such a creep!” Dick practically hollered in laughter before jumping down the fire exit to be face-to-face with a flushed Wally West.
“I didn’t get a chance to ask, okay?! I was busy and they were busy! And I didn’t want to waste their time!”
Dick chuckled but patted Wally’s shoulder.
“Well, that’s probably for the better. Who knows what’ll happen if we get civilians involved with us.” He shrugged trying to cheer up the red-head.
Wally groaned and nodded along.
“I should head on back, early morning patrol tomorrow.” He mumbled to Dick who nodded to continue the endless crime fighting that was Gotham.
“Just don’t forget about next month! Donna, Kori, and Roy’s gonna be there too! It’s rare enough that more than two of us are available at any moment.”
Wally could only scold himself over and over again in his mind as he ran back to Central City. Wondering if he could do things differently. If he should do things differently.
~
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Dick’s so going to kill me! No, Donna’s going to kill me!” Wally practically left a tornado of papers flying around as he rushed through his apartment to shower, brush his teeth, and change his clothes.
The former Titans members had been planning a small get-together for quite some time now. In the past, any sort of plans were always cancelled due to sudden criminal activity causing wreckage. But now that things seemed to slow down and many of the League members were on Earth, they didn’t have to worry too much about needing to help around.
Not that it would’ve changed whether or not Wally would immediately speed off to the crime scene the moment he hears the smallest amount of struggle in a villain fight.
For a second, your words from a month ago rang in his head.
“I know I can rely on them.”
He should work on not trying to be everywhere at once and saving everyone. He should trust the others more. But alas, that’s just the life of a speedster, the ability to go anywhere and everywhere in the blink of an eye makes all of them feel like they should. Even when they don’t need to be.
Taking a quick glance at the clock, he cursed to himself again. How he can sleep through three alarms is insanity. He was supposed to have an early lunch with them at 11 and it was now 11.30. Granted he can get there in a literal minute, but still.
Rushing over towards Gotham, once he got to the street with the diner he was meeting Donna, Dick, Kori, and Roy, he changed into his normal attire and ran normally. After all, he couldn’t burst into the restaurant at super speed.
As if nothing else could go wrong, the adrenaline made Wally less than careful. The busy Saturday streets of Gotham definitely weren’t helping. Before he could process anything, his body collided with another. A startled shriek brought him immediately back into reality.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” Wally immediately apologised seeing as how he spilled the person’s coffee everywhere.
In a moment of panic, he tried wiping off the coffee from their clothes but was quickly brushed off. A familiar sound of laughter caught his ears and he finally turned his attention to the person he collided with.
“It’s fine! Things happen, you were really rushing there. You got some coffee on you too.”
His eyes widened as they met with yours. Now without the safety of a boisterous persona that is the Flash costume, he fumbled trying to find his words.
“I’m- is there anything I could do to make it up?! I’m so embarrassed, I wasn’t looking! I’m so sorry!”
Your eyes widened at his panic.
“Hey, hey! It’s fine, calm down,” you wanted to laugh but the strange redhead in front of you was panicking so much you were worried he would start hyperventilating in the middle of the street. “I’m not burned, I’m fine.”
You quickly reached out to pull him to the side, so that people could walk past both of you. Your sudden touch against his skin immediately grounded him. Realising how stupid he must’ve looked Wally took a deep breath and straightened himself. How does he keep getting into these situations? He should really slow down.
“You good now?” You chuckled seeing him compose himself.
“Yeah,” he sheepishly smiled, scratching the back of his neck, “I still feel bad about the coffee though. What can I do to make it up to you?”
You thought about it for a moment, originally you were just going to brush it off. The guy seemed to be in a hurry, whatever it was seemed important. But seeing as how he wanted to take the time to properly apologise to you, you guessed you could take a little bit of his time. He looked like he was in desperate need of a break anyway.
“How about you buy me a new cup of coffee and accompany me?” Your dazzling and carefree smile put Wally’s heart at ease.
He froze for a moment, letting his heart calm down.
“You asking the person who spilled coffee all over you out on a date?” he playfully winked.
You laugh, a sound bringing the same amount of warmth to his chest as one would get when they turned on the radio after a long day only to find the station was playing their favourite song.
“If you want to see it that way.” You slyly responded back.
Wally agreed and the two of you made your way to a cafe nearby.
“Hold on, I’m going to check if they have a table first, if they don’t we can find a different place.” He nodded and stayed outside the small and quaint cafe looking outwards.
There he was suddenly met with four confusing stares from the diner just across the street.
Donna, Kori, Dick, and Roy were staring at him as if he had just grown three heads. At this point, he had been over 45 minutes late and the fact that he wasn’t going into the diner they were in but waiting outside a cafe was perplexing. And they made sure that those emotions were being sent off from their glare.
“Hey they got a table!”
He still stared back at the four, wondering what he should do. He could speedily buy you your coffee and make an excuse on how he needs to rush and then go to the diner. But then he wouldn’t be able to take a moment with you.
“Earth to stranger who spilled my coffee!” You poked your head out of the cafe to look at him. Only to sigh and sound sympathetic, “If you’re really rushing to go somewhere I don’t mind you just paying for my coffee by the way. I was semi joking at the accompany me part of my request.”
From the way you said it, Wally knew that if he did say he was rushing to get somewhere and only paid for your coffee you truly wouldn’t mind it. Hell, you would’ve probably even apologised for dragging him to a cafe with you. But did he really want to do that?
Wally shook his head and sent an apologetic smile to his friends across the street. They can arrange something else next time. After all, it’s not like they don’t see each other often on missions anyway. When else would he get the chance to actually relax? The lot of them would probably leave before the hour strikes 12 to deal with any villains that popping up. And that would send him spiralling to hurry and help them. Once again, rushing.
But when he looked back at you, your careless smile and the light way you carried yourself. He took a moment to think. Maybe he should take a page out of your book and take a break.
“Yeah, coming!”
The moment both of you were seated, he felt, oddly calm. He didn’t feel the need to fidget with his phone, seeing if there were any reports nearby that he needed to deal with. He just ordered two coffees and sat in comforting silence in front of you.
Which was odd, as he knew why he felt comfortable around you, considering he’d spoken to you a lot before. But why were you so comfortable around him?
“Have we met somewhere? You seem familiar.”
Wally was taken aback, he knew he should’ve taken Dick’s recommendation and hid his hair behind the mask. You’ve figured it out! His mind started moving a million miles a minute.
“I think I’d remember if I met someone as dashing as you.” He tried to smoothly change the conversation.
You chuckled and shrugged.
“Oh well, you probably just remind me of someone, I never caught your name by the way.”
“Right! It’s Wally.”
You smiled.
“Wally, suits you.” He liked hearing his name in your voice it quieted the noisy thoughts in his mind.
“And yours?”
Now he’ll finally know your name.
Before you answered he took a quick glance at the window beside him which faced the diner. Only to see Dick grinning ear to ear. That bastard.
~
Cute epilogue cause this was just adorable
“I already knew.”
“What?!”
Wally deflated to the ground.
He expected you to be shocked, hopefully not angry, maybe even elated. After all, who would’ve thought that the hero who saved your life all those years ago was actually your boyfriend?!
“Come on, I literally said you seemed familiar the first time I met you. Are you kidding me?”
“Still! You couldn’t have acted surprised! It was a lot trying to hide all of this from you!!!” Wally whined causing you to laugh and envelop him in a hug.
“Yeah, you didn’t do a good job at that either. I found your costume the first month we lived together.”
Wally dropped his head onto your shoulder at that statement. Sulking even deeper into your touch.
“But I’m still glad you trust me enough to tell me yourself. I wouldn’t have minded if you never did.” You stroked his back and spoke with so much sincerity that Wally couldn’t help but let his heart melt.
“You’re so patient with me.”
He picked up his head and looked towards you.
“Someone has to be.” You joked, he chuckled.
“I love you.” His face inched closer towards you.
“I love you too, my saviour.” You grinned before pressing your lips against his.
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I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG LMAOOO I thought I was going to get it done by last month but I got stuck midway and had no idea how to continue it without it sounding boring and repetitive!
Request-@Camile08 -Hi ,you can do one with Harry Wells in which the reader is cute and cheerful and he is jealous of her, thank you 💕
A/n- This is probably really short, Apologies in advance.
"I brought You guys Big Belly Burger." You said cheerfully walking into the cortex carrying an absurd amount of Burgers. Cisco runs up to you and happily embraces you in a hug. “You Are Perfect,Woman.” He says still hugging you.
“Thanks, Cisco.” You say laughing. You hand everybody there food and realize that Harry had slipped out of the room. You still had his bag of food in Hand. So you decide to go find him.
Your skipping down the halls of Star Labs looking for Harry. “She’s just so damn happy all the time, And Ramon just rubbed him self all over her!’’ Harry ranted to the Council of Wells while pacing the speed lab.
You come to a halt and peek your head into the speed lab, listening to Harry talk to his friends. “Well does she like this Ramon?’’ One of Harrys weirder looking Doppelgangers asked. “HOw would I know?’’ “Well you seem to like her a whole lot.” One of them said ‘’and Your pretty Jealous of anyone that even talks to her we’ve been hearing you rant about her for weeks.” Another one of them adds.
“Whatever.” Harry scoffs.
“Harry?’’ You say with a hopeful smile on your face. He turns around with a horrified expression on his face “Y/n.” he says he still has a worried expression on his gorgeous face.
“Do you like me like that?” you ask, still hopeful. “Yes.” he says putting his face in his hands.
“And were you jealous of Cisco when he hugged me?’’ his head snaps up and out of his hands. “I'm jealous of every single one of them when they get to hug you and I don't every single damn time.’’
“Don't be I like you a lot, so you can hug me anytime.” you say as he slightly smiles. He embraces you in a bone crushing hug.
Summary : cisco has been trying lame and cheesy pick lines on Y/N in order to swoon her, but she acts as if they don’t effect her when they really do. By the end of the day the truth is spilled and the two have a little fun.
Pairing/characters : reader x cisco Ramon, Barry Allen, Caitlyn snow, Iris West- Allen,
Prompt : “Could I request some flirty!Cisco?? Maybe trying to woo the reader and just swoon worthy cheesy shit and maybe some nsfw ;)))” - anon
A/N : ENJOOYYY. I love me some cisco Ramon smut so I hope you enjoy ittt.
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“Hey Y/N.” Cisco said to the girl sitting at one of the desks in S.T.A.R. Labs. She didn’t respond. “Y/N. Y/N/N. Y/L/N.” Cisco said anything to get her attention until she finally turned around and gave him an evil look, he smirked back in response. “Are you a cake?” Silence, “Cause I want a piece of that.” Y/N rolled her eyes and turned back around, meanwhile Iris and Caitlyn gave Cisco confused looks.
Y/N got up, stretching to relieve some muscle ache, “Today is so slow.” She stated, “It’s like everyone just took a vacation at once,” Iris and Caitlyn nodded in agreement. Iris checked in with Barry to see if there was any activity and there wasn’t, as already stated.
“Well, since there is nothing going on right now I am going to work.” Iris stated as she grabbed her purse, “I’ll see you guys later.” Everyone said their goodbyes to Iris and then continued on with sitting around the lab. It was about thirty minutes later when Caitlyn decided to leave as well.
Once Caitlyn was out the door Cisco turned to Y/N, “Looks like it’s just us.” He said leaning back in his chair. Y/N let out a smal ‘mhm’ as she began to work on something on her laptop. Interested, and rather bored, Cisco got up to see what she was doing. It looked like she was writing a paper, a very long paper.
Cisco stood over Y?N’s shoulder, watching as she typed. It annoyed Y/N to say the least, him watching and breathing over her shoulder. “Can I help you?” She grumbled irritably.
“Nah, just wanted to see what you were up to.” Cisco said, “What are you up to anyways?”
Y/N huffed, “I’m writing a paper for one of my college classes if you must know.” Cisco had no idea she was still in college, “Yes, I’m in college Cisco, don’t be so surprised.” Cisco looked down at Y/N, confused as to how she knew what he was thinking, “You said it loud.”
“Oh.” Cisco gulped, “What are you writing about?” He pulled up a chair next to her and sat down.
Y/N huffed, annoyed with all the questions. She just wanted to get her work done, “My professor wants us to write a paper on how the Particle Excelerator explosion turned normal humans into meta-humans.” Y/N explained, “No one knows how to write something like this because they don’t work or know any personally, but because I do it’s easier for me.”
“Then why do you seem so aggitated with it?” Cisco asked her. Y/N sighed, and Cisco couldn’t help the feeling in his chest when he watched her run a hand through her hair.
“Because I know too much information. I’m trying to make it seem like I don’t work with three meta-humans.” Y/N said. She turned back to her laptop and began working on her paper again.
With Cisco being Cisco, instead of saying some encouraging words he instead said yet another cheesy pick up line, “I know you’re bust today, but can you add me to your to-do list?” Y/N shook her head. From Cisco’s perspective it looked like she was just as angry with him as she was with her paper, but he couldn’t see the smile that was on her face.
Throughout the day Y/N was bombarded with lame pick up lines, and when she asked Cisco why he was saying such horrible jokes he said, “I’m just trying to get you to swoon over me, Y/L/N.” As the day went on the pickup lines also got a little bit more dirtier, “Is that a mirror in or pocket? Cause I can see myself in your pants!” Or, “My lips taste like skittles, wanna taste the rainbow?” Every single pick up line not only made Y/N conceal her laughter, but also the heat building up between her thighs.
It’s not like she didn’t like Cisco and his cheesy jokes, she loved them actually, but she didn’t want to tell him her feelings for him and ruin their friendship. So, she acted as if she didn’t like him half of the time. Cisco was head over heals for Y/N though and would do anything to see her smile or to hear her laugh. When she was introduced to Team Flash it was like love at fist sight. The way she smiled, the way her eyes sparkled, everything about her made him weak in the knees. He would do anything for that girl, even if she didn’t have the same feelings for him. Which she did, he just didn’t know it.
When the day came to an end, Y/N and Cisco packed up their things and were getting ready to leave when the unthinkable happened. Cisco vibes Y/N. She didn’t notice, not right away at least. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the lingering thought that had been stuck in Y/N’s head all day. The image of Cisco fucking himself into Y/N as she screamed out his name made him harden in seconds. Next came the truth about her feelings for him. Cisco reeled back from her thoughts, eyes wide and chest beating rapidly.
Y/N noticed his stunned face and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and worry, “Cisco? Is everything okay?” She asked. He didn’t think, he dropped his things and pulled Y/N into a kiss. It surprised her, how forecful it was but how soft it was at the same time. This was what she wanted, there was no denying that in any way, so she dropped her bag to the floor and quickly swung her arms around Cisco’s neck to tangle her hands in his hair.
“I accidently saw what you were thinking.” Cisco said, pulling away from Y/N’s lips. Her face flushed red in embarrassment. “If it’s okay with you I want to make that daydream a reality.” Y/N nodded, but he needed to hear her say it. “Say it, I need to know you’re okay with this.”
“I’m okay with this, I want this.” She said, That was all it took for him to swiftly pick her up of the ground and place her on the desk behind them. Their lips were on each other again, ruthlessly fighting one another for dominance until one was the winner. Eventually Cisco gave up and began leaving a trail of light hickies along Y/N’s neck. The girl’s hands worked at getting her shirt and bra off as he continued with her trail. Once the pieces were off his hands started massaging her breasts, squeezing her nipples and then sucking on them. Her head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips. If he already had her moaning for him then it wouldn’ take long till she was screaming his name.
“Take off your pants.” He instructed.
“Only if you take off yours.” Y/N smirked, sending a wink his way after. Cisco chuckled and did as told, stripping from his khakis and then watched as Y/N oh so slowly shimmied out of her skin tight jeans.
Cisco let out an audible groan in satisfaction as he drank in how gorgeous and absolutely sexy Y/N was. “You look so good.” He growled, stepping forward enough to where his hands were now resting on her inner thighs. Y/N didn’t have time to reply as she soon felt the feeling of his fingers playing with her folds. “And you’re so wet. That daydream really did turn you on didn’t it?” He questioned her. Y/N nodded but didn’t speak, resulting in the man pinching her bundle of nerves and sending a breathy shriek to come out of Y/N.
“Yes, yes it did. It turned me on so much.” Y/N whimpered. She watched as he spread her slick through her folds and across his fingers. The teasing sensation of his fingers so close to her entrance made her cry out. “Please, Cisco, please stop teasing me.
The meta-human chuckled at her begging for him, never really thinking of her as that type. Having had enough of the teasing himself, Cisco slowly eased his digits into Y/N, watching as her head fell back and her mouth hung open, letting small gasps fill the room. It was slow, every movement and curl of his finger in her pussy made the heat in her stomach grow. He added another finger, and then another finger, stretching out her walls perfectly, with just enough pressure to send her hips bucking up into his hand. Cisco began to thrust his fingers faster, curling and scissoring them inside her till her legs were shaking from pleasure.
Trying to keep her composure, Y/N reached out and slid her hand into Cisco’s boxer briefs to grab his member. The thickness she felt shocked her to say the least and the thought of his dick fucking her sensless made her moan out loudly. Pulling out his cock she began to stroke him slowly until she was able to build up speed and almost match his thrusts. The sounds that came from Cisco just spurred Y/N on even more, boosting her confidence as well as his.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long.” Cisco groaned out, now rubbing her clit with his thumb and applying pressure. “You close baby? I want you to cum on my fingers.”
Y/N nodded, “I’m so close.” CIsco sped up his movements and Y/N did the same, trying to keep up but the knot in her stomach was saying otherwise. “Fuck I’m cumming.” Y/N moaned out, her hand stopping as she came onto Cisco’s fingers. His dick twitched, his own cum spurting itself onto her hand. The two were breathing heavily as they came down from their highs. Y/N’s forhead was covered in a thin lay of sweat, Cisco’s was as well.
“That was good.” Cisco breathed out. He was about to speak again, but Y?N raised her hand to stop him.
“No more talking, you said you wanted to make that daydream a reality, I don’t think it just ended there.” The smirk that crossed her face sent a delicious shiver down Cisco’s spine. He moved everything on the desk out of the way then yanked Y/N to the edge of the desk, forcing her legs around his hips. “You gonna fuck me, Cis?” Y/N said tauntingly, “You gonna make me cum again?”
Cisco growled, “I’m gonna make you scream babygirl, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” Before another taunting comment could be spoken, Cisco was lined up at Y/N’s entrance and he thrusted into her. The burn felt so good, which would be odd for most girl, but not for Y/N. She loved the feeling of his cock inside her tight cunt, it brought pleasure to the both of them. Cisco’s head fell back and he muttered out a low ‘fuck’, before regaining his senses and starting thrust into Y/N. His thrusts started out slow, until he knew Y/N was okay and not in pain he took his time with every drag of his cock.
“You feel so good.” Y/N moaned, “Stretching me out so good.”
The dirty words coming from her mouth sent a harsh thrust of Cisco’s hips into her cunt making her let out a surprised shriek. “Wanna hear you scream my name.” He growled. “Let me know who belong to.” His hips began to move at a faster and harsher pace, not giving Y/N enough time to even let out a single sound. With the angle of his dick, the thickness, and lenght, Y/N didn’t know how long she was going to last this time.
When Cisco shifted Y/N’s legs around his hips and threw them over his shoulders, it sent his dick into the perfect spot. “Fuck!” Y/N screached, lurching forward a bit, “Right there, right there CIsco.” One of his hands on her hips went up to fondle with her breasts, just igniting the fire that was already burning in her cunt.
“Who do you belong to?” He asked as he squeezed her nipple, “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You!” Y/N yelled, “I belong to you, Cisco.” The pleasure so good that Y/N now had tears in her eyes that were threading to spill over.
“Good girl.” He praised. The two were reaching their high again, the twitch of his cock and the squeezing of her walls was the signal that it was almost time. “Want you to cum all over my cock, then I’m gonna cum all over your pretty cunt.” With a few more hard thrusts into her pussy Y/N was screamin Cisco’s name and cumming all over his cock. Once she was finished and coming down from her cloud, Cisco pulled out, pumping himself twice until his sperm was dripping down her thighs and cunt and onto the floor.
Cisco grabbed some tissues to clean Y/N up while she got dressed, the two still dazed from the previous actions. Once all cleaned up and dressed again, the two didn’t know what to say. Cisco, always knowing how to break the ice, said, “I know we’re not socks, but I think we’d make a great pair.” Y/N laughed, that gorgeous smile making Cisco smile as well.
“I think you owe me a date now mister.” Y/N stated, slowly bending down and picking up her bag. The two locked their hands together as they walked out of the lab, smiling and happy that the truth was finally out.
Wally is exhausted and you are ready to help, though you can't help but admire him in the process <3
authors note: Also happy holidays for those who celebrate!
warnings: scars and bruises mentioned
words: 722 (a little cute drabble this time)
dividers: by @saradika-graphics
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After a grueling mission and a nightly patrol back to back, Wally walked into your apartment slowly. For a normal person that’s reasonable, but for Wally West? The Flash? The most hyper person and speedster you know? That was shocking and telling that he was beyond tired, he was completely out of it.
You huff at the sudden weight on top of your stomach, you look down from your book and see a half dressed Wally still in his speedster suit half way off leaving him shirtless. He nuzzled into your stomach mumbling nonsense. You close your book and set it aside to assess this new situation.
You run your fingers through his hair earning you a satisfying hum in response, your hands go from his locks to his freckled cheeks lifting his head from your stomach to face you.
“What happened baby?” you ask quietly in case he has a developing headache.
“Don’t wanna talk, too tired” he barely answers over a mumble, eyes half closed.
“Okay” you simply state as you pull him closer to you so he can lay more on top of you.
At that, Wally nuzzles into the juncture between your neck and your shoulder letting out a sigh as if saying “Finally, I’m home”, he drapes his arms around your waist keeping you trapped in there, you were probably not leaving soon from his embrace.
Of course you don’t complain, it’s a rare sight to see a tired speedster, they are always at 110% so winding down and actually taking care of him is a win-win for both of you. The hand closest to his head goes back to caressing his hair, brushing his fringe away from his face then running your fingers at the nape of his head.
You can see Wally visibly relax like a puppy whose owner scratched the right spot. As for your other hand, it goes to his freckled back rhythmically going up and down from his shoulders to his lower back, if Wally wasn’t asleep yet it was a miracle.
You trace patterns across his skin like you’re trying to find hidden constellations in the starry freckled skin, when you didn’t find any you trace a finger up his spine until it lands on his jaw. You look at him, so peaceful, no furrowed eyebrows, no scrunched face, just Wally West. This time you trace your thumb across his jawline, to his plush cheek, to his closed eyelids and soft eyelashes.
“What are you doing? Making me sleep?” you feel the vibration of his voice on your neck as he grumbles from the secured spot on your clavicle.
“Just admiring you” you state close to his ear in a whispery manner.
That got him to open an eye, his green emerald orbs stare at you a little suspicious as his lips start to lift upwards.
“Keep saying those things and I’m not letting you go” he tightens his arms around you to make the point straight.
“Well, I guess we’re stuck together then” you whisper with a smile as your noses touch slightly.
“Thank you” he states against your lips.
You lean in closing the little gap that was left, though you let him take control of the moment since he’s tired and you don’t want to push him for more. It was a peck, but just that little simple kiss bloomed a swarm of butterflies in your stomach because it meant thank you, not for this moment, not for the cuddles, but in general, you know he’s thanking you for staying by his side between the good and the bad.
So you tighten your hold on him, draping an arm across his waist as the other continues to play with the freckles on his shoulders.
“Your welcome” you reply and finish by peppering his cheeks with butterfly pecks as if you could kiss every freckle on his face.
You feel Wally scrunch his nose at the ticklish affection, but that doesn’t stop you from pressing more smooches across his skin, his neck, shoulders, collarbone, jaw, face as you both end up tangled together in a giggly mess. This was perfect, he was perfect, from the inside out to every single beauty mark on his body whether it’s freckles, scars or bruises, you want him all and then some more.
Debrief: When your disastrous date at your families Christmas Gala turns sour, Wally West finds you first… and under Alfred’s perfectly placed mistletoe, the night takes a turn for the better.
Case Notes: for @froggibus, enjoy it, my love!
The Wayne Family Christmas Gala was the Gotham event of the season— high society, glittering lights, and at least three reporters trying to get Bruce to spill the details on his love life. The mansion was dressed to perfection: silver and evergreen garlands trailed down the grand staircase, white Christmas lights added a magical glow, soft holiday jazz echoed from the ballroom, and Alfred’s hors d’oeuvres were more famous than most of the guests.
You’d shown up with your date, some lawyer you thought might make it through the night without embarrassing you. You were wrong.
Bruce had introduced you to him, thinking the guy from his legal department at Wayne Industries would be a suitable match for his eldest daughter. He had a clean background, was respectful, came from a good family.
By the time Bruce gave his annual charity speech, your date had already spilled champagne on your dress and made two inappropriate jokes at the expense of your family. When you gently called him out, he rolled his eyes and muttered, “Didn’t think you’d be such a buzzkill.”
That was your cue.
You slipped away before anyone noticed the tension, escaping to the quieter wing of the mansion. The snow dusted garden was visible through the window; you considered sneaking out there for a moment of peace until you heard a familiar voice behind you.
“Hey, trouble.”
You turned, instantly relaxing a bit. Wally West stood there in his perfectly imperfect tux, bowtie undone, grin as bright as the tree blinking behind him.
“Didn’t think I’d see you hiding from the crowd,” he said, offering you a glass of something that definitely wasn’t water, “You’re supposed to be the polished Wayne sibling.”
You huffed a laugh, “My date turned out to be an idiot. I’m saving Gotham from the scandal of me committing homicide at a charity event.”
Wally laughed, eyes crinkling, “Ah, so this is a mercy escape. Got it.”
The warmth in his voice made the sharp edge of your frustration fade. You leaned against the marble column, taking a sip of the champagne he’d brought you, “What about you? Shouldn’t you be with Dick? He’s probably charming an entire room right now.”
Wally shrugged, “He’s been on the dance floor for twenty minutes. I’m taking a breather. Lucky for me, so are you.”
You rolled your eyes, though the corner of your mouth tugged upward, “Smooth.”
He looked mock-offended, “I am smooth.”
And that’s when you noticed it, hanging just above the both of you, tied to the garland in true Alfred fashion: a sprig of mistletoe.
Wally followed your gaze, and his grin turned slow, teasing, “Well, well. Looks like fate’s on my side tonight.”
You scoffed, pretending you weren’t flustered, and that heat wasn’t filling your cheeks, “Fate doesn’t hang mistletoe, West.”
“Alfred does,” he said, stepping closer, voice dropping just a bit, “Which, honestly, might be worse. Pretty sure he ships us.”
You laughed but your pulse quickened when he didn’t back away. His hand brushed against yours, and suddenly the background chatter of the gala faded into something soft and distant.
“You don’t have to,” he said, voice surprisingly gentle now. “You’ve had a bad night. I can just stand here with you for a bit.”
That was the thing about Wally; underneath the charm and speed, he noticed. He remembered. You still had a charm on your pandora bracelet that he’d gotten you for your birthday three years ago, that you had mentioned wanting in passing to him.
You tilted your head, studying him for a second longer than you probably should have, “I think… I wouldn’t mind salvaging it a little,” you admitted.
Wally’s grin softened into something real, and when he leaned in, it wasn’t the exaggerated showman’s kiss you expected. It was warm, careful, and full of the kind of spark that lingered even when he pulled back.
“Merry Christmas,” he murmured, thumb brushing lightly over your hand.
You smiled, finally feeling the weight of the evening lift, “Merry Christmas, West. Guess the night wasn’t a total disaster after all.”
From across the ballroom, Dick spotted the two of you under the mistletoe and immediately started grinning like a fool.
Wally sighed, I’ll never hear the end of this, will I?”
You smirked, “Nope. But at least now you’ve got a good story.”
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