I loved the ice skater reader btwww
Could you do a Wally west x reader fem preferably đđŒ ïżŒ
Could you make them super strong like Sakura from Naruto. Like Wally with Someone super strong is just đ„° fr
And can she have super strength? ïżŒthe kind where she kicks the ground and a hole appears.
Sheâs a model and well model are kinda skinny? ïżŒ
So she doesnât even look like she could lift a baby without struggling. So like the Young Justice got kidnapped and Wally c call reader to come help him. And the young Justice is shocked. Because this skinny girl just came and saved them.
English is not my first language đ su sorry for spelling mistakesđđ»ââïž
You didn't expect to get an emergency signal in the middle of a random Wednesday afternoon, but here you were; riding a motorcycle like hell is chasing you down and muttering curses. You just got off of a photoshoot, and you had to cancel the next one because of Wally.
If Wally isn't dead when you get there, you'll kill him yourself.
Your anger was so burning hot you didn't even notice the craters you left as you stormed to the warehouse.
You kicked the steel double door open in your anger, which immediately breaks and knocks out a guard with a loud crack.
All guns were immediately aimed at you, but your blood was singing a wrathful song at that moment. You were a hurricane tearing through guards like wheat.
How the hell did your idiot boyfriend get caught by these inadequate goons? Wally was probably dared by Tim to not use his superspeed for one mission.
Actually, almost definitely that was the case. Your boyfriend, as much as you love him, isn't the best fighter or the brightest. He knows this, and he's always been a tad self-conscious about it. He wasn't even the better fighter in his own relationship. There was no other way this dare could have gone differently.
You were as graceful as you were brutal. You practically floated through the battlefield, aiming fists that threw back multiple guards at the same time. You tossed people around like they were ragdolls and even used some of them like a hammer to take out more in one swipe.
The guns were broken before they could even fire. Your shockwave punches mixed with your superstrength crushed the guns like they were clay.
You held eye contact as you took the AK-47 out of the goon's hand and turned it to dust in front of them. You called out loudly,
"Either you all turn yourselves in, or you all get ripped to shreds. Your choice."
Most of them, unsurprisingly, chose to live. One of them even cut out the team on the way out.
Wally ran up to you after buying your favourite sweets and handing it to you with a grin. You sighed at his puppy-dog eyes.
"You are so lucky I could cancel my photoshoot and that I still fit in this stupid suit."
Aqualad recovered from the shock the fastest out of the entire team. Before you could continue to rail into him, he asked with crossed arms,
Wally gave you a kiss with a big, albeit awkward smile while rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He insisted on the suit when you found out he was Kid Flash. He wanted matching suits, but you told him you don't want to look like a mustard bottle and picked something else. He wrapped you in his arms and introduced you to the team,
"Guys, this is my girlfriend!"
You grumbled your displeasure at being introduced to the team under such dire circumstances.
"You are SO lucky I love you. I could and would have killed you otherwise. How did you even fall into their hands? These idiots were as tough as a wet paper towel."
Tim offered in a cheery tone,
"He made a bet and lost horribly."
You turned your glare from Wally to Tim. The kid seemed like the brains of the operation. If he's the one to hurt your Wally... Well, John Constantine would have a better fate than him.
"What's your excuse then?"
That caught Tim off guard. Your voice was silky, like a midnight caress. He vaguely recognises you, but he can't pin your face to a name or even where he found you. Was it at school? No, it couldn't be. Kon would never shut up about you. You are his type in every way. Did you meet at a gala? No, he knows everything about every rich socialite. He never came across you at any of the events he was at.
"My excuse? I was the one to warn him against it!"
The audacity Tim felt almost made you smile. Of course you know Tim. Who doesn't? The only brain to rival Bruce Wayne.
"If that's the case, how did you all get overwhelmed? Wally, no offence, isn't your get-out-of-jail-free card."
Tim agreed immediately to your amusement,
"Oh, no, that is Kon. He's our get-out-of-jail-free card."
Kon didn't look nearly as amused as you were. Wally was slightly offended, but he scored Kon's dream girl, so he didn't care too much.
Aqualad walked into the centre of the group and said,
"Nobody is a get-out-of-jail-free card. We all are important, and all are at fault."
You crossed your arms. Damn right, they are at fault. That photoshoot was important to you.
You look gorgeous even when furious. The cooling rage somehow complimented your eyes. Nobody quite comprehended the situation. You were so tiny yet so deadly. It was all shocking. Wally's SOS ace card was a tiny model? They wouldn't have believed you were at all able to fight if they didn't see you just demolish an entire warehouse full of guards. You look like you couldn't lift a twig, let alone 200 kilograms of muscle. Yet here you are, burning and devastating.
Your alarm went off before anything else could be said. Shit. You had a lunch date with an important client. You groaned while shutting off the alarm. Fine. You climbed back onto your motorcycle and said,
"Don't let there be a next time."
You sped off before anybody could offer for you to join the team or express their thankfulness. Wally watched with a dreamy expression.
"I have the hottest girlfriend."
