I woke up today and sadness washed over me right away, because I wasn’t playing with wally west's beautiful hair while his head lay on my chest, and I couldn't trace the freckles on his nose, and I couldn't listen to his morning jokes about a pigeon that landed on our windowsill
Could I request Wally West fluff headcanons or an imagine with him dating a gender neutral witch? I love the vibe of Wally "science only" West with a significant other who does magic ♡♡♡
Thank you and take care!
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Wally’s brain says “this makes no sense” but his heart says “they’re perfect.”
• Wally loves science. He lives for it. So when he first starts dating you and finds out you’re a full-on witch, herbs, spells, crystals, moon phases and all, his first reaction is total skepticism.
“Wait… you’re telling me sage smoke cleared a haunting?”
“Yes, Wally.”
“Okay. Sure. That makes as much sense as a guy who can break the sound barrier in gym shorts.” (He says that while grinning.)
•You’ll be preparing a moonwater jar or drawing protective sigils on the window, and Wally just… stares.
“That’s actually kinda cool. What does that one do?”
• You explain, and he’ll nod slowly like he really wants to make it make sense scientifically. “Maybe it’s like quantum frequency resonance? …No? Okay.”
• He 100% jokes about borrowing your broom.
“Hey, if I sweep the floor with this, does it unlock flying mode?”
“No, but I’ll hex you into a toad.”
“Kinky.”
• He adores how different you are from his world.
• Wally gets so used to physics, numbers, energy outputs and then there’s you, talking about vibes, spirit work, moon energy, and dream magic.
• He may not get it, but he respects the hell out of it. Especially because it works. He’s seen you banish things he couldn’t even touch with his speed.
“I don’t need to understand it,” he says once while cuddling you, “I just need to know you’re amazing at it.”
• He’s overprotective when people dismiss your craft.
• Someone once called your practice “fake” in front of you, and Wally immediately jumped in with,
“Yeah? Well, this ‘fake’ magic saved my life twice and sealed a demon back into a music box, so maybe shut up before the crystals come for you.”
• You enchant little things for him.
• You enchant his suit with a small sigil for protection. It’s subtle, right over the chest, and when he notices it glows when he’s in danger, he just stares at it in wonder.
“…Okay. I officially believe in magic now.”
Wally was twenty minutes early. Again. You were setting up your altar for the full moon, candles lit, offerings out, and incense burning. You turned, amused, as he leaned on the doorway with a boyish grin.
“You’re early.”
“I’m dating a witch. I respect the moon now.”
You laughed softly. “You just want moon cookies.”
“And you,” he said, strolling over and wrapping his arms around your waist, “and your weird magic stuff. Even if I don’t understand it half the time.”
You leaned your head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to understand it. You just have to be here.”
“I’m always here,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Witch or not, I love everything about you.”
So I write fanfiction, I love video games, painting and baking. My favourite video games are arkham knight, borderlands 2, and spiderman. I usually paint 3D texture art, and I mainly like to bake counter cakes. I always have a red bull on me. My favourite villains are Poison Ivy and The Phantasm — My favourite heroes are Arsenal and Black Canary.
The fandom is DC
“What does Ginger Baker and coffee have in common? They both suck without Cream!” <- drummer & a dad joke
The crystal ball has found a match for you....
...It's Wally West!
There's a flash of light that darts in your vision, with an aftershock of movement that unsettles the mists: but you barely have any time to comprehend it before there's a broad-smiling redhead that stands before you.
He's cute, with a dusting of freckles that spans under his mask, bright green eyes that are already drinking in every detail of you; a lock of that tousled red hair wilts in front of his brow. And his smile only grows as he speaks.
"Wally," He smiles, "Looks like the crystal ball sent me your way."
When he enfolds his hand over yours, you can't help but feel a little charmed, letting your smile grow as he does a little curtsying bow for you.
"I know a great restaurant in Keystone City that gives you a fantastic view of the downtown," He says, a touch of shyness bleeding through as he stares at you through the fan of his lashes. "What d'you say, matchmaker?"
You think you know what your answer will be as you watch that charming smile grow on his face.
ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ featuring: wally west x reader!!
ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ cw: nsfw 18+, MDNI, fluff, slice of life, lots of.crack, mentions of oral, established relationship
ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ a/n: boyfriend wallyyyy ugh i love him
thank u angel for the request <33 ur awesome 😚
overall just a silly little smau cause i couldn't resist and also my brain is fried <3
(hc about my damian wayne book that is not written yet but someday it will be)
moroccan!reader not being familliar with christmas so when the team told her about gingerbread cookies, she made a cookies with wally west's face on it (cause he's ginger, hehe), she even made a gingerbread house with his face on it, completely oblivious to the COOKIE actually being called gingerbread
bonus hc: wally absoluetly LOVING it and devouring it in no time
꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ You think the one bed trope is unrealistic. so naturally wally proves you wrong . . . kinda suggestive
1.5k follower event
"Wally, no." You glare at the redhead.
"Wally, yes," he retorts with an infuriating grin. He's lying on the only bed the two of you have because he "accidentally" booked a room with one queen sized bed.
He isn't an idiot. He knew exactly what he was doing. And this is the result of a brief comment you'd made.
"If you're trying to prove a point, it's a really shitty point."
"Hey, now, you started it," he grins, cracking open your book— the one you said was stupid because the one bed trope isn't all that realistic.
"Why do you even care so much?" you ask, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. His eyes dart to you, brows furrowing as if the distance bothers him.
"Maybe I just wanted to sleep with you," he says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world.
"For research purposes," he adds as an afterthought when he sees your eyes widen.
Ignoring the warmth rising to your cheeks, you grab a pillow and place it smack dab in the middle.
"Come on, I’m not the worst guy to sleep with," he jokes. His fingers tap relentlessly against his thigh, almost blurring from the speed as he waits for you to speak.
Your eyes roam over his face, stalling at his lips for just a moment. But Wally notices. Of course he does. He rarely misses anything when it comes to you.
"I never said that," you say weakly. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe normally with the way he’s looking at you.
He opens his mouth. Immediately, you grab the pillow and push it over his face, not hard, but enough to muffle his voice.
"What’re you doing, babe?" he asks, voice faint. You can still hear the amusement in that cursed pet name.
"Silencing your horrible takes and even worse attempts at flirting."
"Oh, you wanna see me flirt?" he teases. His hand wraps around your wrist, thumb brushing over your pulse point, making your heart stutter.
"Wally," you warn.
He easily peels the pillow off and tugs you closer until you're practically on top of him, your face so close you can see every freckle. His hands settle on your hips, keeping you there.
"Say my name like that again, pretty please?"
He’s smiling. You’re glaring. It’s how this game always goes.
Except this time, your defenses are crumbling from the proximity.
But you refuse to admit defeat so soon.
"Stop playing with me." You wiggle in his hold.
"Not playing, baby. I’m proving a point, and going after what I want," he says easily, as if that isn’t a confession. “shooting two birds with one arrow.”
You blink. “that’s not how the saying goes. it’s with one stone.”
“well stones are boring.”
“and arrows are cooler?” you raise a brow.
"Not the point. just admit i was right about the one bed," he nudges. His green eyes are so earnest, so alive. It’s jarring to have someone look at you like that.
"Fine… just stop being…" Your throat goes dry, and you lick your lips. "…like this."
"Like what?" He’s staring at your lips now. Your fingers curl into his shirt.
His nose bumps against yours. Every single thought flies out of your head.
"What?" you whisper.
He chuckles, eyes crinkling. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you into a hug. "And you said this shit wouldn’t work," he whispers, smiling like you’re both in on some secret.
It steals your breath away, just like everything else he does.
"Well," you swallow, your voice softer now, "maybe we’re the exception."
He kisses your cheek. "Hell yeah, we are," he whispers.
So, last time I was talking about 'soft launching' this fic, and I'm glad I held back a bit, because I haven't been feeling well. But this evening I did officially start working on this fic beyond just working on the ideas/the outline, so I wanted to announce what I've been working on and let you guys in on it.
I have been working on a Wally West x Fem!Reader fic inspired by the canon of the show Young Justice - which is one of my favourite shows, and I have been wanting to write about the characters for a long time, especially Wally, because he is one of my all time favourite characters.
Here are some details of the fic:
Glimmer - Wally West (Kid Flash) x Fem!Powered!Reader. Enemies to Lovers. Plot Heavy Romance. (Loosely) Set during Season 1 and Season 2. (20,000 words est.) You and Wally despise each other. You can't be in the same room for more than five minutes without arguing, and it's affecting the harmony of the team. So Kaldur puts the two of you on a boring, long, tedious assignment together in hopes that it will finally force the two of you to get along. He couldn't predict that his plan would end up working a little too well, and it would change the path of all your lives forever.
(Also, I say 'loosely' set because it acknowledges some plot points of the show but doesn't directly follow a lot of them, and it does follow the time skip between S1 and S2, but it doesn't follow any of the major plot points of S2.)
So far, the outline and the first scene I have written totals up to almost 10k, and I split the outline into two parts because I think that 20k is kind of a low estimate for the total number of words for the fic. I think it will be closer to being 30k or maybe even more by the time it's done. But I also don't want to count my chickens before they hatch and over-estimate the word count lmao. I think it will be a lot like this George Weasley fic I wrote in terms of format - emotional, a lot of slow moments between the characters, showing the development of the relationship.
Anyway, I am really excited about the outline, and I think it's gonna be a really great, emotionally gripping fic. And if you love fics where the dynamic is "squabbling arguing petty but I would die for him in a minute" then you're really gonna love this fic.