“Gimme like thirty seconds and I’ll give you all the kisses you want, baby,” he says before shoving the toothbrush back into his mouth. Your eyes narrow. You could wait. You could let him finish brushing his teeth and be content just laying on him, but you’d already been up for a little over an hour at this point while Wally slept in and you were basically foaming at the mouth at this point. You just want a kiss from your boyfriend. Is that such a crime?
or the one where you desperately need to kiss your boyfriend.
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Something insatiable had overtaken you. Maybe it was the fact that Wally had started staying over more. Maybe you were ovulating. Maybe it was just the fact that you were just so incredibly in love with your boyfriend.
You couldn’t keep your hands off of him.
Or your mouth, to be more precise.
He winks at you through the mirror when you slip into the bathroom. He’s got a mouthful of toothpaste and his hair’s a mess and he can barely seem to keep his eyes open. It nearly makes you want to squeal.
He steps forward to let you curl around his back, the way he knows you like to do when neither of you are rushing out the door.
“Hi,” he manages to mumble out around his toothbrush. His free hand finds where yours are joined at his navel.
“Hi, handsome,” you hum. He’s still warm. He usually is, anyway, but you can feel the heat of sleep still emanating off of him. You shift to place your chin on his shoulder, attempting to coax him into turning towards you. He raises a brow at you through the mirror. Unfortunately, he knows what you’re up to.
Bending forward, he spits into the sink. He squeezes your hands to coax the pout from your head slipping off his shoulder from your lips.
“Gimme like thirty seconds and I’ll give you all the kisses you want, baby,” he says before shoving the toothbrush back into his mouth. Your eyes narrow. You could wait. You could let him finish brushing his teeth and be content just laying on him, but you’d already been up for a little over an hour at this point while Wally slept in and you were basically foaming at the mouth at this point. You just want a kiss from your boyfriend. Is that such a crime?
Shaking your head, you start by pressing your nose into the nape of his neck. Your lips follow, then begin their trek towards his jaw.
“Baby,” he grumbles, muffled and foamy.
You wiggle one hand free from the grip he still had on you, affording him just enough time to slip the toothbrush out of his mouth before you’re tilting his jaw back just enough to smack a loud kiss against his lips.
Despite his grumblings, he kisses back with a grin.
“Don’t act like you’re not obsessed with me, West,” you say as he spits and rinses before shaking you off to spin in your hold.
“You know I am,” he laughs, hands falling down to their natural resting place on your hips. “I just felt it was impolite to kiss my girl with a mouth full of toothpaste, is all.”
“Screw polite,” you hum, before leaning in to kiss him again. He concedes for a total of five seconds before he pulls back.
“How is it?” he asks.
“Hm?”
“Minty?”
“Shut up,” you groan, but you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you.
“Ah, you’re right. You wanted it mintier,” he says, pecking your lips once, then again like he’s chasing it. “You know, ‘cause you couldn’t wait for me to spit or anything. I’ve got mouthwash if-”
You cut him off with a firmer kiss, smushing his cheeks with one hand to prevent any more rambling.
꒰♡꒱ ⸝⸝ hey pretty girl when you come to my room tonight
ft. barry allen ; you guys are roommates
content. headcanons, fluff, silly, barry being adorable, mostly platonic
bunny thoughts. you guys wanted more barry, so heres more barry (especially for @froggibus)
｡ﾟ៸៸ Roommate!Barry . . . who has the nerdiest books anyone could ever own. His bookshelf — our bookshelf, as he corrects you — is filled with sci-fi, chemistry, metaphysics, superhero comics, and others you'd rather not venture into.
｡ﾟ៸៸ Roommate!Barry . . . who you only run into in the early morning or late evening, and that's if you're not already asleep — heavy enough that you don't wake up when he comes back and bumps into every corner of the apartment.
｡ﾟ៸៸ Roommate!Barry . . . who you held back your laughter the first time you saw him in his pajamas — a full matching blue set, covered head to toe in stripes while he had a toothbrush hanging from his mouth, toothpaste dripping from his lips.
｡ﾟ៸៸ Roommate!Barry . . . who, even though he isn't home that often, makes a point to text you asking how you're doing — if you've eaten, if you want anything on his way home, if you're wearing something warm. Sometimes you tease him, saying he's worse than your mom.
｡ﾟ៸៸ Roommate!Barry . . . who fell asleep on your shoulder during your first movie marathon together, unable to say no to your request hours earlier—even though exhaustion was making every part of his body seem to ache. You're still teasing him about drooling on your shoulder that night.
｡ﾟ៸៸ Roommate!Barry . . . whose diet consists of fast food and takeouts — you suspect he might have even memorized the phone numbers of the closest restaurants. And even if you're not always in the mood, Barry makes sure to order a portion for you of whatever option he's chosen that day.
｡ﾟ៸៸ Roommate!Barry . . . who always points out the mistakes in your crime investigation shows, giving his opinion and correcting how forensics works in fiction — you've noticed that the more he complains, the more entertained he seems to be watching with you (it's both your show now, and he'll be upset if you watch ahead without him).
｡ﾟ៸៸ Roommate!Barry . . . who you don't know much about his past beyond funny college stories and one or two light cases he mentions — but you don't really mind, after all, it's not like Barry is a man of many secrets, right?
｡ﾟ៸៸ Roommate!Barry . . . who said "I love you" to you once as he rushed off to work, not even hearing you say "I love you" back. You could almost picture his face burning with embarrassment as the door closed, but despite that, Barry still lets out an "I love you" or two when he leaves for work.
｡ﾟ៸៸ Roommate!Barry . . . who has tangled his routine with yours, and you can no longer imagine yourself without a pair of socks in the middle of the hallway, or a pile of takeout containers by the trash, or a lab coat draped over the living room chair — the chair that, instinctively, became his. His mess became your mess, and vice versa.
Summary: After being friends for years you forget who he is.
TWs: Y/n used like twice, wrote this while high, lowkey kinda rushed, Justice League 2000s Wally West personality (Joking we love him), cursing.
(Who got the X-men reference in the title)
"Oh come on! You're joking!"
Wally groans in exasperation, green eyes hopelessly searching those e/c ones for anything -anything else than what they were now; lost, indignant, confused. His irritation quickly softened into something more anxious, more spiraling -realization, "You're joking-" He stumbles back, eyes widening, "You're joking, you have to be!" Wally surges forwards before he can even stop himself, hands firm on your forearms and urgently shaking, too rough for comfort, "Come on! It's me!"
You met him in 4th grade, became his best-friend in 5th, and he's been spiraling like a lost puppy since then; following you around with stars in his eyes.
You're the first person he told about the Flash.
You're the person he goes to when Bats yelled at him too loud.
You're the first civilian friend he introduced Kendra too. Hell, you're the first human he introduced to J'onn too, knowing you'd be understanding with the lost minded Alien.
You're the person who pats his head all maternal like -and lovingly- as he petulantly spouts about how he doesn't understand why the other heroes see him as a child to be babysat.
"Let go!"
Wally's surprised expression soon turns somber, his eyebrows arched down -hands still reaching out as you shoved him away,
"Look-" You huff, words spouting out of you in short -heated- breathes. Your face in practically exploding in rage, Atrocious would be jealous, "I don't know who the hell you are, but you better get away from me right the hell now!"
"It's me!" Wally snaps, worry bubbling over inside him at how you clumsily retreat towards your apartment building, "Wally, Wally West! Your best friend since grade-school!?"
Silence.
He tries arrogance, indignant smirk he got smacked for resurfacing on his face with a twin snap of his fingers, "Ex-Crayon eater? Fastest man alive?"
Your face screws up, eyebrows furrowing as a look of disgust shoots his way; the same one you gave litters or creeping men on the street before muttering about them under your breath.
You gave it to him.
Him.
Wally paused, back straightening. His jaw is practically slacked, for once, he's at an extreme lack of words. Batman would be putting him under a microscope and demanding blood samples by now, "I can't believe it..." He chokes, "You really don't know who I am..."
Exasperation leaves your body with a sigh. Temperment waning. Adjusting your -now green instead of red- backpack, you shoot him a sharp look,
"You should stop grabbing random people on the street sicko." You sighed, clenched jaw holding back each venom soaked word, "And by the way? I wouldn't sleep with someone who calls himself, 'the fastest man alive'"
"Hey!" Wally shouted, eyebrows tilting to furrow -suddenly over his grief, "I didn't mean it like that! People love me!" He calls after you, somehow missing your skull aching eye-roll; though you are turned away...
"Look asshole-" You suddenly called back, sticking up a middle finger in his general direction, "Go-"
Wally paused.
Yet only for a mere second.
He had already made up his mind.
He didn't even breathe before he flashed towards you, uncaring if anyone saw him blur into a color redder than his hair. His hands found the familiar nooks on your arms that he'd use to force you into a hug after a mission - were he was usually caked in mud.
He's certain his speed a mere blimp of time for you, but for him its agony.
It's minutes of him spiraling into his own inner turmoil, mind flashing back to that confused yet angered look on your face when he had slung an arm over your shoulder; preaching about how excited he was for movie night - only to be pushed away.
Why did you push him away?
Why couldn't you remember him?
He hadn't even messed with the time line!
"-Fuck yourself!"
The words echo through the metal structure as Wally flimsily pulled on his Flash mask, uncaring at how one of his antlers crooked the wrong way. Heroes stopped in their step as the sudden -not work appropriate- words left your mouth, most raising an eyebrow.
Wally snagged your wrist, dragging you through your speed induced motion sickness. He has to ignore his own bile that threatens to burn his tongue, swallowing back that lump that only seemed to come up when he spoke about his dead mentor -until now.
"What the-" Wally ignores your voice behind him, eyebrows furrowed and mind running a mile for the minute. Its easy to ignore your jabbering when he's trying to figure out how to fix this, he's had to do it on the daily. Just with less pressing things.
Seriously, kicking Darksides ass beats this.
He hadn't messed with the time line. Was it Zoom? Thawne? Maybe Luthor with some dingy mind erasure advice? Why you though? Did Luthor somehow figure out his identity? Was it when they had accidentally switched bodies? Why could everyone else remember him? Why you? Why?
The way he thinks is almost as if he's grieving before he shakes his head, unable to ignore the now ear shattering shrieking from behind him as you start to loose your mind about, "Kidnapping!" And "Needing help!"
"Hey!" Wally turns back to you, stopping mid-step as you ricochet off his chest; he tries to ignore how his face heats up, "I'm trying to figure this out! Stop that!"
"What the hell?"
Wally almost wants to cry at the familiar voice as he whips his head around,
"GL!" Wally yanks you along, his voice in dire, its flat, its worried, yet its angry, "Where's Batman?!"
"What the in the hell are you doing?" John demands, the lanterns face as flat as his voice as he marched over, "You brought a civilian in here?!"
"Where is he!?"
John paused, hesitating as he realized Wally's tone; glancing over at Y/n he settled his jaw into a tense lock, "Follow me."
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Do you know that feeling?
When a weight sits on your chest and you can't seem to just...run away from it?
You had thought it was bad when this guy -who was apparently the fucking Flash, by the way!?- was harassing you, but now you were practically being poked and prodded like a microscope.
An anxious buzz exumauated your body as you sat there, lonely as the stool you were perched on -watching a few Mask and Capes mummur to eachother. Your dry hands are usually sweaty, a cloud passing in your head, and a haze suffocating you worse than when you couldn't find yours keys 5 minutes before work.
A mood of exhileration altered that though, realizing they were in the room with The Seven. The Orginal Justice League Seven.
With this one Golden Helmeted dude and this guy with a black 'T' on his face.
Even if one of them kidnapped you...
"Look! They don't even recognize me!" Flash sputtered, head whipping towards you so fast it honestly makes you startle, "Tell them who you think I am! Tell them!"
You must've hesitated, or maybe the red doned hero noticed how you jumped back in panic at his actions because he soon just slumped; whites of his eyes curving down as he just hung his head.
You couldn't explain the jolt of guilt that crawled through your chest, tips of your fingers begin to fidget.
Men sulked all the time, for everything.
Being sick.
Being rejected.
Being ignored.
So why did this man sulking hurt so much?
Maybe it was just because he was a hero.
"Y/n. It is I, Diana." Wonder woman affirmed, hand resting on her chest -a familiar green-skilled Martian by her side -his eyes glowing, "Your friend."
You could only contort your face.
It was like she was trying to assure you of that fact, like it was something she knew deep down; like she was trying to convince a child or a scared animal.
Also, why were all these heroes telling you their secret identities?
You grimaced, eyebrows curling down you gave the woman a nervous look -nerves wracking your mind; like if you gave the wrong answer, they would snap.
"It's not mystical enhancement, his mind is completely normal." The Golden Helmeted man asserted, his voice smooth as Batman just stared at you.
Your hand akwardly came up to wave.
"There is a hole in their mind." Manhunter looked back at Superman, "I sense a mental disparity, their mind is not completely in tact."
"You do!?" Flash suddenly snapped to, not waiting to walk up to the Martian, "There is!? How?! How do we fix it!?"
"Calm down Flash." Green Lantern dragged Flash back by his arm, stopping him from going any closer, "We'll get through this, just take a step back."
"Take a step back!? My Best Friend can't remember who I am!" The Flash snapped, arm shaking off the Lantern as he pointed an accusing finger at you, "I'd like to see you say that if Kendra forgot about you!"
"Kendra is my girlfriend." GL reminded him, arms crossing over his chest, "Not saying you can't care about a friend, trust me - I get it more than anybody else- but-"
"That's enough. Both of you." Batman cuts in, eyes narrowed as he steps between the two, "Maybe we should talk without the patient in the room."
Patient?
You don't miss the pitying looks you get as everyone left the room.
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The next time you wake up the darkness throws you off, not used to being confined by darkness and stars for millions of ways around. The cot they had given you in some random examination office did little to ease the ache in your body, tiredness still laid thick as you sat there. Thinking about how you even got here.
Your stopped as the door creaks open, a red mask peeking in.
"Hey...I u-uh-" His voice cracks as his winces, whites of his eyes coming to look at yours, "I-" he nudged a metal tray out to prove his point, defeated, "I took- I mean, got you some food from the cafeteria. That place in a rats nest though, heh, bet it would barely pass health inspections of even Gotham."
Its not lost on you how he tries to ease the tension in the area.
Its not lost on you that he's looking at you like a kicked puppy.
It's not lost on you that it doesn't work.
You frown, skin creasing.
It scares him how empty your eyes are -devoid of recognition. You knew who The Flash was, who Wonderwoman was, who Martian Manhunter was, but not Wally West, or Diana Prince, or J'onn Jonzz. His heart screams at him -pounding- as something creeps his skin telling him that this isn't right, that this isn't you, that you wouldn't do this.
He swallowed,
"C'mooooonnn-" He forced a lazy grin, and it's like he doesn't even want to take a step forwards; putting the food tray on a nearby table, "You hate my cooking, you should be happy that I'm awesome enough to-"
You've never cooked for me, I've never even been in your house." You muttered, eyes narrowed at him. You know you should trust him, more so than the usual hero; something deep in your gut squirming at how familiar he seemed to be. Yet your nostrils still flared," "Why would I have The Flash over for dinner, or even some crazy man badgering me on the street." You paused, and Wally thinks you may have remembered -a glimmer of hope reaching your eyes before you hissed, "How did you even know my name? My address, were you stalking me?!"
"Stalking!? Stalking!? I-" He barks out, laugh sounding more like a wounded animals than a hero. His hands smoothed over his head, lacing behind his skull for a moment as he cursed under his breathe. It was almost like he was in agony of some kind, like his world was falling apart when everything was fine around them.
"I've been your neighbor since we were six!" He pleads, "I used to break into your house when you weren't home!" Eyes widening, he paused, turning his head as he mummured, "Okay...that sounds horrible when I say it outloud."
The silence is loud as he turned his back to you, muttering something you couldn't understand.
"I didn't mean to scare you." The speedster almost pleas, voice barely heard.
If you knew him better, you'd say it was almost out of character for him.
"I'm-" The white of his eyes turn towards yours, searching for something that wasn't there, "I'm sorry." He droops, mummering.
He makes himself smaller, purposefully kneeling down in front of you with his hands in full view on his lap; staring up at you with the widest of eyes - like a child in trouble, lost on what to do, waiting for punishment,
"No, no. You have to understand," A plea rumbled from his chest, quiet desperation tugging at you from his tone alone, "I was...scared. I-" He hesitates, head dropping, "I could never hurt you, I couldn't even lay a finger on you if I tried!" He head raised, "Even evil me couldn't do it!"
For a moment, just a moment- he thinks he gets through to you. The way you look at him with such wide eyes, your lips pursing as they do when you're comtemplating, the mere way that your breathe hitches - has his heart hammering like some horomnal teen boy.
"It's egotistical to see yourself as such a good guy." You muttered, eyes snapping away as your head turned, "You should really work on your personal image, you are the face of Central City. You know?"
He deflates.
"You don't even remember the Injustice League."
It's weird seeing your cities usually rambunctious hero collapsed onto his knees, mourning something that never even happened. They say never meet your heroes. Was this why? Was the Flash really just some sad lonely guy that needed to kidnap people to be his friends? They mean...same...but...
"Fuck. This is all my fault-" He rumbles, voice deep and quiet from his chest; he looks angry as he stands up -fists curled in at his sides, "I should've never told you about who I am, I was just so- stupid!"
It's not lost on you how he grimaces, not quite meeting your eyes anymore as he looks like he's two seconds away from hitting something. Something lost buzzing underneath his skin as he began to moved, running a hand over his face,
"Maybe Bats was right about all this, being alone. Maybe I'm better off like that, like him. Like GL, like J'onn." He stood, muttering as he began to pace the room, "Maybe you're better off away from all this, away from Zoom, away from m-" He hesitates for the first time in his self-deprecating spiral as he glanced back at you, yearning laced in his expression.
You can't deny the sight had you raising an eyebrow, tilting your head just enough to see the side of his face as he turned his own head away.
He breaks, "I'm sorry. See you lat-" he freezed, jaw clenching as he glanced back, "Goodbye."
It's quiet, resigning, defeated, and he doesn't even wait for an answer as he drags his feet; going to press the button to open the door.
"Hey."
The hero looks back.
You can't help the sigh that leaves your lips as you close your eyes, just what had you gotten yourself into now Y/n?
"Look," Your eyes scan him, observing how he just stares at you like you're the most important thing in the world, "I don't know what's happening or who you think I am, but are you seriously going to leave?"
"You just said you don't remember me!?" He jeers, hands shooting out as his supposed grief morphs into anger, "You want me to stay!? You just gave me so much back and forth!"
You can't help the roll of your eyes, somehow staying calm on the surface as your stomach flipped, "That's not what I mean." Your eyes scan him, "You're looking at me like I'm the most priceless piece of art in the world."
His eyes widen, and he has the decency to look embarrassed before huffing; arms crossing his chest like some petulant child, "Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Are-"
"Hey! You just said you don't even remember me, so what gives you the right to tell me how I feel, huh?!" An accusing finger gets pointed at you as he stomps a few steps over, "I know what I feel, and its not that!" He grits his teeth, "So stop trying to convince me."
"You took me to one of the most fortified and un-reachable places in the world to 'fix' me." You point out, not even missing a beat to watch his face contort, "Who do you even think I am? Your Partner or something?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Partner? You're not a superhero, and I'm no sidekick."
God this guy was dense.
"Romantically, dumbass."
He freezes, pupils blowing wide as he just stares at you.
You take the silence as your chance, "Maybe you hit your head too hard, okay?" You reasoned, hands coming up as if to pacify him; surrendering with a calm sigh.
"Thats- Thats stupid-" He sputtered, face becoming as red as his costume, "You're being stupid. M' not inlove with you."
"Maybe not me, but whoever you think I am?" You earn his gaze, corners of his mouth turning downwards, "You're totally head over heels for, dude."
"You're my best friend." He reasons, more so with himself as he just stands there; something almost like realization crossing his face, "I can't-" He mummured, cutting himself off. His hand smooths over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I wouldn't-"
You cross your arms, firm, "I'm a reporter, you know?"
"I know..." He mutters.
"An investigative one. I'm a Partner of Linda Park - she interviews you a lot."
"Then what's your point." He just mutters.
You sigh, somewhat irritated at how he seemed to just be shutting down; tense and staring at you like you were about to nuke the whole tower,
"Which means I have a hella of a good instinct, and I've heard enough from her to know well enough to say that Central City's Speedster loosing his smile is a pretty big deal."
He blinks, eyesbrows raising as his mouth falls open; you speak before he could even form his first sylabble,
"No one has ever seen you crash out, at least from the medias point of view." He turns his head and you try to keep his gaze, "As soon as I told you I didn't know who you were, you freaked out. On me, Green Lantern, and even Batman; and that takes balls, more than what you usually have."
"Thanks..." He muttered, blinking owlishly before looking up indignantly, "Wait, hey!"
You ignore him, "All I'm saying is that you acting like this? In such a low-stress situation? No Darkseid? No zoom? No aliens trying to take our place? You must love this person a hella lot more than you're trying to let on, because Linda told me you were still teasing her with a grin when you got stuck in the mirror dimension together; and thats scary."
"Maybe to you." The hero groaned, scratching at his neck, "Theoretically, if you're not the person I think you are -which I know you are because I'm literally always right, but whatever- why can't I just be that scared when you're just my friend? I would react the same if even the Bats lost his memory!"
You raise an eyebrow at him, a silent 'would you?', "I have a feeling for these things, its why I'm good at my job." You shrug, "And if you care this much about everyone? You're a hell of a lot better hero than I thought..." You look up at him, voice softening as you offer him a small -reassuring- smile, "So don't beat yourself up too much, I'm sure whatever happened -whatever identity I was switched with- you'll figure it out." You snort, "Because even if you are acting like more of a nut-job than usual, you're The Flash. You're a hero, you're Central cities hero." You pause, looking at his unwavering face now, "You're my hero."
The Flash paused, lips parted like he wanted every single secret to fall out of them before he swallowed. A broken sigh leaving him, realzation, regonition, "and you're mine..."
You raise an eyebrow at him, already exhasperated again. Is that all he had to say after that, "Alright?"
He startles, "I just mean- uh-" He clears his throat, sighing, "You're right..." He surrendered, eyes not leaving you now as he stared; like he was finally putting together the pieces of the puzzle, "I am-" He hesitates, he muttered under his breathe- cursing, "I don't- I don't know what to do."
"Well first of all, don't leave." You stand up, taking a few steps forwards - and you can't ignore the way his whole body perks up as you trust him enough again to inch closer, "Forever, I mean. Don't leave forever. You don't have to be alone, and I'm sure that if you love whoever this person is this much." Your eyes softened, "They'll love you too."
"You think?" He fumbled, shuffling towards you to see how you'd react, "You really think that?"
You grinned, head tilting, "I trust my gut, and it's saying that you love birds should be allowed to sing." You grimace at your own words, "Oh god, Ew..."
He paused, white eyes wide for a moment before his face finally settled with a small grin on his face. He didn't surge forwards, not like last time - he didn't force you into a hug, or superspeed you away, or even grab your wrist. His arms came up around you, hands guiding instead of forcing -not commanding you to do anything- as he pulled you into a hug. Your arms hung awkwardly at your side even with the surge of adrenaline you felt at being hugged by a literal superhero, god Linda would be so Jealous...
He pulled himself away -though hesitantly- his fingers still ghosting your upper arms as he stared down at you; hopeful grin on his face,
"You're right, I am awesome, and the best superhero ever-"
"I literally never said that."
"-And I'm going to fix this." He looked down at your face, eyes ghosting somewhere you didn't want to acknowledge before he pulled away; leaving his warmth with him, "I will. I know I will." He grinned, "See you later!"
A gust of wind had you yelping, and just like that - he was gone in a Flash.
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"You sure you can do this J'onn?" Superman asked, glancing down at you when you flinched as two green hands enveloped your head.
"It will be done soon." The Martian assured, cool hands pressing into your forehead from behind; keeping you still in your chair, "Might I suggest you find Luthor and rid him of his device to ensure that this does not come to happen again." He eyed Superman knowingly, "To other loved ones."
"I could get down with that." Hawkgirl grinned, mace glinting in the light as she raised it.
"When you wake up, everything will be alright." Wonderwoman assured you, hand on your shoulder as her face began to phase out; vision beginning to blur as your eyes could only droop to a close.
"Flash and Lantern are already...ᶠᵒʳ ᵘˢ...." A deep voice muttered, shuffling around the room as other voices chattered.
And everything went black.
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"You should mmph- of seen it!" Wally gobbled through the mash potatoes on his plate, still in his red suit, "An island full of hot babes-" His face straightened out and he frowned at his stacked plate, "Can't believe her mom banned her though, it was totally unfair..."
A small clatter pulls him from his thoughts, fork still dominating the mash potatoes on his plate as you clean dishes in the sink.
He's gotten used to this, sitting in one of the bar-stools in your home - watching you go about your daily tasks throughout the day, even though it would only take mere moments for him.
He used to help you out, would clean dishes and sweep the floor in a fraction of a second - an empty space left in his heart. It took John muttering at him and Kendra laughing at him for Wally to realize he liked the little moments. He liked taking his time and slowing down with you, for you. Hearing you talk about your day as you swept the floor didn't feel slow to him -it wasn't impossible to sit through as it felt like hours to his sense of time- instead it felt too short. Like he hadn't just been sitting there for hours.
He liked watching your eyes filter through your lashes when you looked up at him, and he liked how you'd give him that little frown of disapproval when he'd jest about how many men and or women he had flirted with that day.
He blinked when both things were missing.
"Hey-" Wally wolfishly grin, smug as ever. He leaned forwards, trying to gain your attention back, "Don't tell me your jealous I got to talk to beautiful, warrior, women all day." He leans forwards ever so slightly, "I'll bring you back picture next time, promise."
"What makes you think that they'll let you back in when she doesn't even want to see her daughter." You mutter, too harsh, too low, too mean - even for you just chewing him out.
"Heyyyyy." Wally sits up straight, eyebrows furrowing, "What's that supposed to mean? You saying they wouldn't wanna see me again or something?"
You shoot him a sharp look, one that makes him narrow his eyes when you go back to polishing a fork.
He regonized that look...
'I'm mad at you.'
"What was that even for!?" He threw his hands up slightly, leaning towards the right to keep his eyes on your face as you turned, "I didn't do anything - it's not my fault if you're jealous or something!"
"It's nothing Wally." You muttered under your breathe, irritation bubbling over as silver clattered together in the sink.
"Liar." He protests like a child sticking out their tongue, he drops his fork, "It's not nothing."
"It is."
"It's so not!"
"Wally-"
"Just tell me what you think I did wrong so I can fix it." Wally huffed, half expecting you to just say he was consuming too much of your groceries for that week; you never nagged, but you definitely were stingy with money.
You huff a little, closing your eyes like you're asking some over seeing force for patience before turning towards Wally, "You missed my award ceremony today."
Wally scoffs dismissively, eyes looking off as he pouted on his propped up hand, "Oh, so I missed your award cere- Ohhhhh god-" Realzation seems to slap him in the face harder than Grod as he watches you refuse to show your face; back turned to him now as you went to clean the oven instead.
"Look, there was just- it was mirror master - and he was running around like a lunatic per normal, then the storm were I saved like 200 cats from trees by the way! Which I don't know why they even get up there anyways! Then I had to go save Diana's family from being turned into sexy statues by an evil sorcerer, I-" He paused in his rambling, his justification dying on his tongue as he watched your hand come up to wipe your unseen face.
He groaned, guilt already stabbing at his heart as his hands ran down his face ; he didn't waste another second. In a flash he was standing in front of you, and its almost funny how you don't even flinch anymore at his fast movements.
"Look, I'm sorry okay? I know you hurt your feelings." His hands plant themselves firm and warm on the divits on your arms, guiding but not forcing you to turn towards him. Those tear brimmed eyes never fail to make him burn in guilt, "I'll take you to France, Europe, whereever you wanna go!" He offered, "Just..." He muttered, "Not Gotham, heard Ivy's pollen is going crazy over there right now..." He quirked an eyebrow, eyes sliding over in thought, "Actually...-"
"I'm worried you're just going to forget about me."
He can't help himself from snapping his head to look towards you.
God you look so sad, and so pretty like this, and the fact that he thinks you looks pretty when you're sad makes him want to slam his head against the wall until he's seeing Barry again.
"You're always going on missions now. Before the League..." You paused, shame fueling your hesitance, "You came over more often since you were just in Central city, but now- now you have all these cool new hero friends, while I'm stuck back here in-"
"I'm sorry." Wally blurts out before you can even finish your sentence.
Oh!
Woah!
That was quicker than ususal!
Usually it took you nagging and him blabbering about how 'it really, you should be on his side' about whatever topic you were fighting about for around a week before he moped around to apologize.
Your now embarrassingly wet eyes peering up at him- his stomach curls, "I'm the biggest idiot ever."
"Wally-"
"Its not fine." He snaps a little too quickly. He takes a deep breathe before looking back down at your red eyed face, tone more serious than ever, "I'm sorry. I know I can never make it up to you but I will." He groaned, tipping his head back, "And god, you are so unforgetable. You're so cool, and smart, and such a good cook, and you're such a babe- and I'm getting off track but I could never forget about you. There's-" He paused, eyes finding yours as his face softens, "There's a reason I come here everyday instead of home."
You pause for a moment, blinking owlishly before a small grin comes to your face, "You melt my heart West."
"Well-" He chuckles, "You know what the ladies say."
"That you're the fastest man alive?"
"Yea, and-" He paused, eyes becoming sharp shooters as he caught the small tease; hearing you let out a laugh, "Hey!"
"You said it not me," You put your hands up in surrender, "And 'hot' really?"
"Hey- I said that in confidence-" He bites, relishing your erupted laughter as he swung you into a tight hung; squeezing you so you couldn't break free.
<...>
"You know I had the weirdest dream." You groaned through muffled breathes, unable to breathe as Wally squeezed you far greater than he ever had. Your struggle wasn't unheard, Wally finally dropping you after a few minutes.
"Let me guess, lost your memory?" Kendra offered, coming up behind you.
She smirked when you gave her a confused looked, startled, "Yea...how did you know?"
"Lucky guess." John added flatly from across the room giving Kendra a pointed look before the woman raised an eyebrow at him, a silent exchange of words.
"Lets just be glad you woke up from it." Clark added, hand coming to clasp over your back as a greeting, "Wally was worried-"
"Was not!" He interjected and its only then you realize he had a death grip on your sweater sleeve, like he was afraid you'd be the one to run away at superspeed. He paused at the pointed looks and raised eyebrows he got from the other heroes, "Okay..." He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck as his face heated up; gaze on the ground, "Maybe a little."
"Understatement of the century." Kendra snorted, sharing a look with Diana as the Princess just gave her a knowing look back, "We should get going though, lets leave these lovebirds alone." She gave a small nod to Wally, who looks equal parts flushed yet thankful as everyone began pooling out of the room; leaving Wally and you alone.
J'onn gave one glanced back, but after that, the door closed with a small swooooshhh sound.
The silence is almost defening, but its not uncomfortable. Its the same silence that came around when you're watching TV together, yet somehow...thicker...like something heavy was hanging there.
You blink, eyes fluttering in surprise as you realized how red Wally looked.
"Wally dude, breathe-" You put your hand on his chest, his heart is beating a thousand beats per a minute; and even for a speedster who runs faster, it can't be right, "Wally-"
"I like you a lot."
You pause, giving him a weird look; a small smile fueled by a breathy sigh leaving you, "I know Wally, I like you a lot t-"
"Not like that."
You blink.
"I like you."
What?
...
...?
Oh.
Oh.
The words finally leave your mouth,
"O-Oh-" And your voice just cracked- weak sounding as it seemed like all the air was suddenly squeezed out of your lungs.
"I just-" His hands fumbled to grasp yours, and its his turn for his voice to crack, "G-God, I lost you yesterday and those 24 hours felt like 24 y-years to me." He attempts to sound cool, he really does, use the same tone he does to flirt with people at bars you go to together but he physically can't.
Because he's The Flash.
He's the fastest man alive, an all cool, all smooth speaking, ass-kicking hero.
Except right now, he's not The Flash.
He's Wally West.
And he's here with you.
His lips brush the palms of your hands as he brings the digits his mouth -using your fingers to trace his face, like he was soaking in the fact he could touch you, that he could feel you against him, feel your warmth; but it's today he realizes why its still not enough. He needs you to touch him enough so you'll never forget what he looks like again.
"I want to kiss you- F-Fuck, I've been wanting to kiss you so bad since 6th grade-" He blabbers, and boy he blabbers, words coming out of him fast and broken. Fast enough for him to get out, yet slow enough for you to understand. How he loves that you chew him out when he eats all your proteins bars, or get that little purse in your lip when he talks back to John. He loves how you insist that Coke-Zero and Diet Coke taste the same even though they clearly don't. He loves how you keep a picture of the Key to the City he got a year ago hung up and framed in your living room. He loves how you you make them late everywhere with how much you fuss over your hair, and he loves you even more when you nag at him after for messing it all up after he speeds you over. He loves how you cry at Veterans coming home videos, and he loves the disgusted look you give Plastic Man every time he comes near you. He loves the small hum you do when you fix up his Flash suit, too little to go to Batman for; yet too big for him to do himself.
He pants, finally at a loss for words as he sheepishly meets yours eyes; that stupid boyish grin he always had on gone as he looked at you with totally sincerity; anxiety fueling his gut, "I know I'm going to ruin everything." He swallowed, "And if I ruin everything, then I loose you. And if I do..." He winced, looking down at your hands in his; and it makes him hopeful that you haven't pulled away yet; though his grip was firm, "If- If I do-"
"You could never loose me." You finally rasped, cutting him off. You both pause, it almost seemed like the air sparked between you two. Freeing your hand long enough to slide the Red cowl over and off his head, he didn't stop you as your finger slid past his cheekbone to tuck a red curl behind his ear, "Why would I ever leave you?" You feel your heart hammer in your own head, merely distressed at the thought alone.
"Because I'm a horny idiot who can't keep his hormones in check." Wally groaned, "Because I'm kinda a womanizer, but it's only because I've got these great looks and- right right- nevermind-" He blabbered, looking down at you; he grinned sheepishly, "Sorry."
You grin, and you can't help but notice the way his eyes light up as you do so; your fingers curling into his, "You have many things to apologize for West, but that is not one of them."
Wally huffed a little, grumbling as he looked off a bit, "I'll let you take that one...only because you're kinda cute though. Only a bit."
You raise an eyebrow, "Only a bit?"
An anxious wheeze left him, and it makes you realize you left him hanging. You can't help the small snort that leaves your mouth, "Because I'm 'cute'," you mutter, glancing up at him, "Can I take this too?"
You can barely finish your tease before Wally crashes his lips onto yours, its not even hungry, or lustful, or erratic - just eager, like he had been waiting for this for so long. Like he was a man starved of food and water and you had just fixed all his problems in a mere moment. Like he couldn't get enough of you.
His lips pressed to yours, warm and gentle before he pulled back; not giving you even a moment to breathe before he peppered your face with speedy -pecking- kisses - each spot blooming with warmth before he pulled you in, squeezing you tighter than he did before. He sighed in what had to be relief when you leaned into it -like you hadn't just kissed the idiot- your own arms encasing his torso as you sighed into his chest; eyes closing.
There's a few minutes of silence before you felt Wally get more and more fidgety, you ignored it before his fingers began drumming on your skin; each digits pumping more and more annoyance into you before you finally look up,
"What are y-"
"I'm gonna lock the door and turn off the lights."
SMACK
"OW! Hey- ow- ow- ow- I didn't mean it like that!"
Synopsis: Your loving, idiot of a boyfriend has invited two of your friends over for a foursome!
W.C: 2.7k
Tags: Smut ❀, Wally x Reader + Kori x Dick (pre-established relationships), Sub!Reader, Sub!Wally, Dom!Kori, Dom!Dick, foursome, wlw + mlm, fingering, anal, p in v, oral (f + m receiving), tribbing, dacryphilia (Dick), maybe ooc Dick I'm so bad at writing him...
"What do you mean you invited them over for a threesome?!" Heat rushed to your face as a screech escaped you.
Wally, your idiot of a boyfriend, had just informed you that he made the executive decision to invite his best friend and his girlfriend (the most attractive couple you know) to have sex.
"Foursome actually, I'll still be there babe." He corrected with a smirk. "Can't get rid of me that easily."
You were fuming. Yes, you absolutely were wet at the thought of getting with Dick and Kori, but you wished he had consulted you beforehand.
"Oh come on, don't be mad at me!" His arms wrapped around your waist whilst he pleaded.
You huffed and crossed your arms, looking away from him.
"You're the one who was having wet dreams about them, not me." He teased. "I'm just being a good boyfriend and getting you what you want."
You sucked and bit your bottom lip as you contemplated. He was right, this was a fucking dream in the making for you—but you were nervous!
"If you're actually upset I'll call and cancel..."
"No—it's fine!" Your eyes snapped to him.
"Are you sure? You look like you could be sick." A hand moved to your face tilting it to the sides as he examined.
"I'm not sick—I'm just—" You took a deep breath, taking a moment to find your words. "I've never gotten with more than one person at a time, or a woman."
Your hands travelled up to your neck rubbing anxiously. Wally took your hands in his, holding them in between his and bringing them to his lips.
"You'll be fine, I won't leave you alone!" He pulled you in for a hug, holding you to his chest. "Besides—they're both pleasers—all you have to do is sit there all pretty and remember our safe word." He pecked your head.
You took a deep breath, nuzzling further into him. "Okay," You hummed. "What time will they be here?"
"Uh—seven ish?" You turned to face the wall clock, six thirty displayed by the hands.
"Seven?!" You recoiled from him and ran into the bedroom.
"What's wrong now?!"
"Wally! The apartment's a mess, I haven't shaved—we haven't even done the shopping—what do we feed them?!"
He covered his mouth to muffle a laugh. "Baby, it's Dick and Kori." He smiled at you and squinted his eyes.
All you did was give him a look that said "so?" before running off to complete your checklist.
"Can't believe it's taken this long for us to do this," Dick said as he and Kori walked towards you and Wally's shared apartment.
Truth be told, he and Kori had been very aware of each other's attraction to the two of you for quite some time. Dick had caught Kori moaning your name with her fingers stuffed in her cunt. Dick had unfortunately cried at Wally's name once when Kori was riding him. They had a serious conversation after it and ended up having a good laugh. Although they're confident people, they were worried about the costs of their friendships with you and Wally if they approached you with the proposition.
This may have been possibly the most awkward moment of your life. You were all sitting on the couch watching a movie, a bowl of popcorn on the table beside some drinks. You didn't understand how the three of them were being so casual. Kori was to your left, Wally to your right with an arm around your shoulder, and Dick to his right. You tried to subtly bounce your leg in anticipation or anxiety or excitement—you had no idea what you were feeling right now. The jitters stopped when a warm hand found its way to your thigh. Your mind automatically assumed it to be Wally, until the feeling of manicured nails grazed your skin.
"I meant to say it earlier, your skirt is really cute." She whispered, eyes focused on you and her hand travelling up. "Where'd you get it?"
You couldn't help but glance at her chest. Her fitted dress made them sit so nicely.
"Uhm, it–it was a gift from Wally." You stuttered, swallowing thickly afterwards. "For our anniversary, I'm not sure where he got it from."
You pressed your lips into a thin line and brought your focus back to the film. Kori continued to look at you. She leaned in and peppered kisses along your neck. Blood rushed to your face as her breath fanned your neck. Her hand slips under your skirt.
"Kori..." You quietly moaned.
You glance towards Wally and Dick noticing nothing. Thanking the throw blanket for covering you. You squirmed as Kori circled her fingers around your clit, occasionally dipping a finger into your soaked cunt. She smiled at the sight of you hunching your shoulders and covering your mouth to hush your moans. Wally's hand massaged your shoulder, bringing a sense of comfort. You got lost in a world of pleasure until Wally groaned quickly turning it into a cough. Dick laughed at his antics and it was only then that you noticed Dick's hand under the blanket.
"You guys are so cute." Kori cooed, kicking the blanket off to reveal her fingering you and Dick stroking Wally.
She leaned in nuzzling her nose into your cheek. "Do you like this? Being pleased in front of them?" You whined behind your hand.
"Come on baby, you've got a beautiful voice." His hand moved from your shoulder, seizing your wrist.
Kori grabbed your free hand when you tried to cover your mouth again. She laced her fingers with yours and began to nibble and kiss near your ear. A breathy moan escaped you causing Wally's cock to jerk. Dick slipped a hand under his chin and connected their lips. His hand slipped into Wally's ginger hair as Wally's hand palmed him through his jeans.
"Oh fuck—you're a good kisser." Wally moaned into Dick's lips.
"Tell me something I don't know." He smiled and slipped his tongue in.
A high-pitched whine left your lips and you dropped your head back against the couch. Kori's fingers curled inside you, perfectly hitting the right spot.
"Ah—Kori!" You cried out.
She sucked along your neck making you lean into her. "Come on sweetie, cum for me."
Her fingers started to move faster and she bit down on your neck, making you finish all over her hand.
"Good job sweetheart, you did so well for me." She whispered with a coy smile.
Wally's hand tightly gripped yours as he bucked up into Dick's hand. Dick turned your boyfriend's head to face you. He groaned at your fucked out glow, before gagging as Kori shoved her cum soaked fingers into his mouth. With a roll of his eyes, he came into Dick's hand.
"Holy shit bro."
"I jerk you off, shove my tongue down your throat and you're calling me bro?" Dick raised a brow.
"My bad—holy shit dude." Wally grinned.
The two men snapped their heads around as a surprised scream rang through. Kori was standing up with you tossed over her shoulder.
"Come on sweetie!" Wally grabbed your hand getting dragged to the bedroom by Kori.
Dick followed casually, like his jeans were tight and drenched. He pulled the curtains in the bedroom shut and turned on the big light. Your apartment had those fancy dimming lights, so he set it to the perfect brightness. The warm hue probably caressed your skin, he couldn't tell with Kori and Wally on top of you ensuing an attack of kisses. Your leg kicked up as their flaming hair tickled your skin and their pinkish lips sucked purple markings.
"You'll find having your clothes off makes this easier," Dick commented as he stripped.
The rest of you were still fully dressed (bar your lost underwear). Kori quickly rid herself of her dress, revealing nothing underneath. Wally tossed his shirt and trousers to the floor before pulling your skirt off as you removed your top. Dick slid behind you, his hands on your waist as he kissed your neck. His hands caressed your sides before snaking up to remove your bra. Your head leaned back in ecstasy, your lips slightly parted and your eyes shut.
"I'm all for seeing you pleased but don't forget about now." Wally joked, situating himself in front of you.
He cradled your face lifting your head up. He admired your relaxed, almost sleepy, expression.
"See? I told you you'd be fine." He kissed you sweetly.
He hummed as your arms wrapped around his neck, chuckling when you jumped at the feeling of Kori latching onto your tits. One was being suckled in her mouth and the other was fondled by her manicured hand.
After some time of making out, you found yourself wrapped up in Kori's embrace, Wally's hands gripping your hips thrusting into you. Dick was bucking into Kori with his arms around her waist. You were lying on your side, limbs and lips entangled with Kori, groping at the other's chest.
"Ah—fuck!" Moans fell from your lips nonstop, most getting swallowed by Kori.
Wally's hand gripped your thigh and hoisted your leg up allowing him to go deeper. He kissed along your neck and whispered dirty lines into your ear. Heat scorched your entire body.
"Shit, you take me so well. Your cunts swallowing me, fucking beautiful..." He muttered with a dreary voice, too pleasured to fully comprehend what he was saying.
Dick had one of Kori's legs resting over his hip, with a hand idly playing with her clit. Kori's hands were too preoccupied holding your faces. She swapped spit and shoved her tongue down your throat like her life depended on it. Your hands cupped her breasts, circling your thumb around her hardened nipples. She giggled and continued to kiss you.
"Wally!" You cried in the familiar tone that he recognised as you reaching climax.
"C'mon baby, cum all over me." He picked up the pace. "Show them what you got."
"Look at her, Kori." Dick guided her out of your chest to look at your fucked out face.
She gripped your face in one hand squishing your cheeks a bit. Her other hand found your clit and began to rub circles.
"God, you're so gorgeous." She pressed another kiss to your lips. "Cum with me, sweetheart."
Dick matched his pace with Wally's and fastened his hand on Kori's clit. You shut your eyes tight and he clicked his tongue.
"Don't hide your eyes, pretty." He groaned at the sight of tears in your eyes when you fluttered your eyes open.
A shiver of pleasure rushed down your spine as you came all over Wally's cock. Kori's moans filled your ears as she came simultaneously. You went limp in his arms, sighing when finally he released inside you. Dick finished with a snap and a groan. You were panting so hard your chest was brushing off of Kori's.
"We don't have to if everyone's too tired—"
"I'm not tired!" Wally raised a hand.
"Trust me, we know." You teased the speedster.
Dick pulled out of Kori and sat up, getting a better view of you and Wally—and giving you a better view of those abs.
"As I was saying," Dick continued. "I've heard a lot about what your mouth can do, gorgeous."
He smirked and you went hot.
"And I've heard a lot of what Wals can do too." Kori grinned.
Now it was Wally's turn to go hot and flush. You'd both been spilling details of your sex life to your friends and now it was coming back to bite you. Probably literally.
Wally pulled out of and sat up. "Don't be nervous babe, I've told nothing but truths." He gave your ass a light smack encouraging you.
You pushed yourself up and crawled over to Dick on shaky legs. Kori maneuvered over to Wally's side. Dick positioned himself, leaning against the headboard with his legs spread. Kori did the same.
Dick had a hand in your hair, pushing you down onto his cock. You took all of him, gagging slightly. His other hand stroked your face delicately, keeping your loose hair out of your face.
"Fuck—you're beautiful like this."
Your eyes wandered over to Kori's hands fisting the sheets. She slid down the headboard at some point. Her fiery curls were spread along the pillows and screamed. Wally held her thighs open as he vibrated his tongue along her cunt. You'd told her about his improper use of his abilities before, but it didn't seem to have prepared her.
"Hey, eyes on me, pretty." Dick's hands guided you back to stare up at him.
He leaned his head back and moaned, doing his best to still hold eye contact. The sight of tears pricking the corner of your eyes made him buck up into you. You gagged causing your eyes to shut and tears to trickle down your face. He groaned and began to roll his hips into you, chasing his release.
Kori cried out as he came onto Wally's face. She was breathless with her legs pushed up, knees to her shoulders. Wally (certified munch), licked up everything like a starved man.
A moment later, Dick pushed your head down and held you there as he came inside your mouth. The warm liquid slid down your throat, some dripped out down your chin, smearing across your lips as he pulled out.
You felt like an animal in heat the way you passed yourself around. One minute with Kori, then Wally, then Dick, and back to Kori. She pinned your wrists above your head, her arms flexing as she grind her soaked pussy against yours. She switched to pinning your arms with one hand the other grasping your leg to keep you spread open for her.
"Ugh, sweetheart you feel so good." She moaned with a smile. "Should've done this sooner."
To your right was a sight you'd admittedly thought about before—your boyfriend face down, ass up. The part you hadn't imagined before was his best friend pounding into him from behind. The sound of skin slapping and the squelching of you and Kori's cunts filled the air. You laughed at Wally's slack jaw, some stains still on his face.
"What're you laughing about?" He couldn't help but laugh back.
"Nothing." You smiled, slipping a hand free from Kori's grasp so you could intertwine it with Wally's.
"Oh fuck–" Dick's form stuttered briefly.
His thumbs stroked Wally's hips in the same fashion as he'd stroked your face. Kori continued to grind into you, her abs shining with sweat and her breasts bouncing in your face. Wally's groans of pleasure filled your ears as his hand held yours sweetly. You may aswell have died and gone to heaven.
"Oh shit!" You tipped your head back when Kori fastened her pace.
The overstimulation got to you, making you cum quickly. It caught up to her too, but she continued to grind even as liquid dripped down onto the sheets. Wally's grip tightened around your hand as he and Dick finally came.
"Where are you going?" Dick asked, puzzled by your actions.
"To get fresh sheets, they're dirty." You stated matter-of-factly, crawling over bodies to get off the bed.
Wally chuckled. "Babe, c'mon those can wait—"
You swatted his hand away as he reached for your waist.
"No they can't! I won't have guests sleeping on dirty sheets." You stood up on shaky legs.
After two small steps, you stumbled into the nightstand, knocking your hip off the corner.
"Ow!" You shouted, falling over in defeat, only momentarily.
As the three came to the edge of the bed, hands stretched out to try drag you back, you stood back up and continued on your mission. Legs still shaking, bruise already forming on your hip.
"A bruise is already forming, come back to bed so we can kiss it better!" Kori attempted to persuade.
"It's fine, it'll blend in with the rest." You responded, standing in front of the hallway mirror.
Hickeys and bite marks littered your whole body. From jaw to hip you were purple.
A/N: I'm so bad at writing dirty talk... anyways, I'm going to try become more consistent with writing. I forgot how much I enjoy it. I'd really appreciate it if people interacted through comments and messages, as it really encourages your authors!
Pairing: Barry Allen x fem!reader
Summary: He'd wanted to do something special, as a pre-valentine's day treat. Hopefully a stomach ache won't ruin that.
CW: stomach aches, mentions of nausea and acid reflux?
A/N: late to the prompt, but it's part of the galentine's event. Hope you all enjoy <3 shoutout to @batwngs for listening to me rant about this prompt 129485860000 times, you have the patience of a saint :)
The house was completely quiet, save for Barry’s soft humming as he pads across the floor towards your bedroom. The absence of your snoring indicates you’d probably woken up, and he grins, silently fistbumping the air before opening the door, tray tucked under one arm as he looks at your sleepy face, buried underneath the blankets and pillows.
“Hey, sweetpea. You awake?” He murmurs, despite knowing you’re up. A soft hum comes from your end, and he chuckles, setting the tray down on his side of the bed before sitting down himself, the bed dipping enough for him to get a peek at you. “Barry, it’s too early for this.” You grumble, and for a moment, he feels a pang of concern, which only heightens when he notices your almost nauseated expression. With a frown, he helps you sit up, anxiously hovering around you.
“You okay? What’s going on?” He asks immediately, before wrapping his arms around you when you sniffle and hide in his chest. After a minute, you look up at him, eyes watery with unshed tears, making him brush your hair back to try and comfort you. “My stomach hurts.” You manage to mumble, seeming almost embarrassed as you hide your face from him afterwards. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, honey. C’mere, let’s fix this together.” He croons, pulling back a little to gently take your face in his hands, staring down at your sleepy, sad features with a pout of his own.
With his statement, he helps you up to your feet, gently steering you to the bathroom so you can brush your teeth and wash your face. The minty flavor of the toothpaste does help a little, and the feeling of his hands on your shoulders certainly eases some of the tension in your body. But when another wave of the dreaded stomach aches hits you, you double over, grasping at the sink’s counter for stability. “Barry, I can’t—” You start, lashes fluttering as you sniffle and wash out your mouth, trying to shove the bitter taste of acid reflux back down your throat. He moves closer, gently rubbing a hand up and down your back while the other holds onto your shoulder still, helping you stay up before he’s suddenly letting you go. The loss of his warmth momentarily bothers you, but you can’t begin to question it before he’s picking you up in a bridal carry and bringing you back to bed.
Setting you down carefully, he grabs the still-warm tray of food, and gently pushes it in front of you, trying to coerce you into eating something. “Maybe you’re just hungry?” He asks, looking between you and the plate expectantly. With a sigh, you grab the fork, grumbling the entire time about stomach aches and nausea and how this is definitely unrelated to hunger. But the words in your throat are replaced by a hum of content as you swallow down the pancakes with a newfound fervor, practically gobbling the plate up without even a moment to catch your breath. “Bawwy thish ish sooo good!” You tell him between bites, looking more like a chipmunk with both your cheeks stuffed full of food.
He can’t help but laugh at the sight of you hunched over and eating, but looks more pleased than anything else, gently patting the top of your head with a soft smile on his face. “You’re beautiful, y'know that?” He whispers finally, making you flush and choke, stomach ache forgotten as butterflies bloom in your chest, making you stammer and look away shyly. “Shut up.” You retort quietly, making eye contact again as he grins. Another successful morning with you! Stomach ache crisis: averted. Now he’d just have to make a couple trips across the world to get ready for Valentine's Day.
Please do not copy, steal, or put my works into AI.
Pairing: Wally West x gn!reader
Summary: You've been having a bad week. What could better cheer you up than a bouquet of your favorite flowers from your favorite person?
CW: maybe OOC, kinda short
A/N: hope you guys like it! this part of the galentine's event! enjoy <3
You’d been having a rough week. He’d known that, but had been unable to do much for the past few days, with patrol around Central City and Titans duty being on his case the entire time. But today, he’d finally had enough, and wanted to take matters into his own hands and help you feel better himself.
So, he’d pulled out all the stops. Your favorite food? Ordered. Flowers? Picked up. A good movie? Selected. He enters your apartment later that day, bouquet in hand and chocolates tucked under his arm, walking inside carefully.
He finds you in bed, having taken a nap in his absence, and sits down at your side, gently brushing your hair away from your forehead so he can get a good look at your eyes. “Hey, darling. You doing okay?” He murmurs, leaning down to press his lips between your brows, gently thumbing at the spot when he pulls back to reduce the tension in your expression.
“Yeah, ‘m alright Wally. What’re you doing back so early? I thought you had patrol today.” You start, sitting up against the headboard and smiling faintly when you see the bouquet in his hands. Taking it from him, you lean down, smelling it quietly before your grin widens. “Oh, you shouldn’t have!” You tell him, making him chuckle and shake his head, exasperated and fond all at once. “And not get to see that gorgeous smile on your face? I'm not that stupid, Y/N.” He retorts, patting your arm lightly, leaning in so he can get a better look at you. After a moment, when he’s content, he stands up, tugging you up to your feet, too.
“Now, movie night and popcorn? I even got that chocolate you like from the corner store.” He says in a sing-song voice, grabbing your shoulders and practically dragging you along with him. Slowly, but surely, you find yourself brightening a little, between the chocolate, popcorn, and the sweet, fresh smell of the flowers. Maybe today would be a good day after all, especially with Wally holding you close, cheek smushing against the top of your head like usual.
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-To say this man could eat for America, he can't cook at all. But he always tries, and when you guys want fast food but feel guilty, you get Wally to cook so you have an excuse. Sometimes, when you get home wally is in the kitchen, and it always makes you laugh because you always know when he wants to order in.
-To say he is one of the fastest people alive, he is somehow always late, to everything. You've even started telling him the wrong time so he arrives earlier, but again still manages to be late; it's like he's coded to glitch out when he's early or on time to an event.
-Sleeps like the dead. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will wake this man once he's asleep. But if he smells your cooking, he's there faster than a dog to his ball. He also snores like a broken motorbike. You now own numerous earplugs.
-Kisses you every chance he gets. It's always so random. When you're cooking, he'll just come up to you and grab your face for a kiss, when you're just chilling together, even when you're brushing your teeth. He also, without fail, kisses you goodnight, good morning, hello and goodbye.
-His love language is physical touch; he's always touching you when he's with you: a kiss, a hug, leaning on you, a hand on you somewhere, it's like he needs to have his hands on you at all times, otherwise he'll die.
-He always manages to forget valentines day, but when he's reminded, he always rushes to give you the best Valentine's ever. Flowers, candlelit dinner, gifts and an amazing night.
-If he doesn't have to, he won't get out of bed in the morning, and he often sleeps in. If he hears you getting up in the morning, he often tries to get you to stay in bed with him, usually by pulling you back down to the bed, wrapping his arms around you and not letting you go. He's made you late to work a few times.
-He whistles all the time, subconsciously all the time, at first you hated it, but now you love it when you hear the front door open and whistling follows, when he showers, when he exercises, when he's concentrating, like always and at this point, it's just become background noise.
-Somehow, he's always wearing mismatched socks. You've also banned him from doing your laundry because he loses your socks, too. It's really embarrassing to go to work with mismatched socks, so you brought all new ones, and you now do your own laundry. But when it's just you guys at home, you do wear his odd socks.
-Whenever he's had a bad day, you can always find him sitting on the highest building with a cheeseburger, and more often than not, when you finally manage to find him there will be one waiting for you too.
-He can always cheer you up, no matter what; it's like magic, you can never stay upset or angry for too long whenever he's around.
-Expect to have a lot to do with Dick because if that boy wasn't head over heels for you, and dick for Kori guaranteed they'd be dating each other, and even though they both have girlfriends, they still flirt religiously with each other, even in front of you and Kori, shame and guilt-free, and it always amuses you.
