you’d been so careful—teeth sunk into your lip, thighs clamped tight around the low buzz of your vibrator, trying not to disturb the man snoring softly beside you. the tension had been coiling so perfectly, right on the edge, when the toy gave one pathetic sputter and died.
you’d forgotten to charge it. after all, wally had been taking great care of you lately, so you didn’t needed it.
you’d lain there for five frustrating minutes, aching and unfinished, pussy still throbbing. sleep was practically impossible in this state. eventually you rolled over, cheeks burning, and gently nudged wally’s shoulder.
“walls… babe,” you whispered, voice shaky. “wake up. please?”
he stirred instantly, green eyes blinking open, messy red hair sticking up everywhere. “hmm? you okay? rogue alert? kitchen on fire?” he slurred, already halfway sitting up.
you shook your head, mortified and still desperately needy. “no, nothing like that. my uh… my vibrator died… right when i was about to … y’know. i tried to just fall back asleep but i couldn’t. can you help? with your fingers? you can move them really fast and… it feels like vibration.”
wally’s sleepy confusion melted into a slow, wicked grin that lit up his whole face. “ohhh. so my girl was secretly getting herself off next to me and didn’t invite me to the party? rude.” he rolled onto his side, propping his head on one hand. “but fine. i’ll help. though i gotta say… choosing your toy over me? i’m a little offended.”
you let out a shy laugh, face heating even more. “i just felt bad… you were sleeping so peacefully.”
“peacefully? i can sleep later,” he scoffed playfully. in a blur he had you on your back, legs spread wide, his warm body settled between them. two of his fingers—already vibrating with precise super-speed—teased up your soaked folds, making you jolt. he knew how you liked it. “baby, you’re soaked,” he laughed softly. “poor thing. left you all edged and desperate. don’t worry, i’ve got you. and i’m about to show you how much better i am than that stupid toy.”
he pushed those two fingers gently inside you, curling them perfectly while the rapid vibration hummed deep against your walls. the sensation hit instantly. your back arched with a gasp that made the corner of his lips twitch in smirk.
“can your vibrator do this, huh?” wally teased, all playful and cocky as he pumped his fingers faster, the speed making them blur. “bet it can’t hit that spot quite like i can. or change tempo on the fly.” he demonstrated by shifting the vibration pattern—slow and deep, then suddenly rapid and relentless—while his thumb found your clit and started buzzing in tight circles. “yeah? feel that? tell me, babe, has that sad little toy ever made you shake like this?”
“n-no, walls…” you whimpered, hips twitching uncontrollably under his influence, one hand fisting the sheets and the other gripping his hair. wally leaned down, kissing your stomach and grinning against your skin. “that’s what i thought. inferior technology. my fingers are warmer, faster, and they come with commentary. can your toy do this?” he added a third finger, curling all three while ramping up the speed until the vibration felt almost punishing in the best way.
“wally—fuck—” you moaned, thighs clamping around his wrist.
“exactly,” he laughed, delighted. “say my name louder so that dead vibrator can hear how outclassed it is. i’m the upgraded model, baby. unlimited stamina, precision tuning, and i actually care if you cum your brains out.”
the combination of his speed, the perfect angle, and his teasing pushed you over the edge embarrassingly fast. the orgasm slammed into you hard—shaking, overwhelming, and far better than anything the toy could’ve delivered. you cried out, back bowing off the bed as your walls fluttered wildly around his fingers.
wally kept going just long enough to draw it out, then slowed to a gentle stop, easing his fingers free and licking them clean with a satisfied hum. “victory for team speedster,” he declared proudly, crawling up to wrap you in his arms. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, still grinning.
“better?” he asked, nuzzling your hair.
you could only nod weakly, boneless and glowing.
“anytime,” he murmured, voice warm and full of affection. “and i mean anytime. no more suffering in silence next to me. i’m faster than that dumb toy. and way more fun.”
i could NOT stop thinking about wally west as a human vibrator
because no toy could ever be compared to his face buried between your thighs, hands holding them and throwing your legs on his shoulders while his tongue works in ways only someone like wally could do
“mm you taste so good, babe” he moaned on your pussy, rolling his eyes to the back of his head from how tight your grip got in his ginger locks. his tongue was going at a speed that put your vibrator to shame, the pace so fast it had your thighs locking his head in place and your legs trembling in the air
“fuuuuck, bet your vibrator can’t do this”
“can’t get enough of her, holy shit”
“already getting hard just from eating you out"
“wall- oh my godddd, wally” you gasped, knocking your head back and jerking your hips for a second from the pressure. but wally’s grip immediately held you still, if not closer as he buried his face more into your pussy with a satisfied sigh
“you’re not leaving until you make a mess all over my face”
and right when you thought you couldn’t handle it any second, wally placed his tongue and pressed it flat on your clit, the inhuman pace not stopping for even a second as his grip on your thighs tightened and a vibrated moan of your name left his busy mouth
that was more than enough for you to lock his head with your thighs and let your orgasm wash all over his lower face with a loud moan of wally’s name, your pussy glistening with both your cum and wally’s saliva
“more—" he panted on your cunt, licking every single drop. “more more more more—" wally was so pussy drunk he needed you to cum again. “cmon gorgeous, i know you have one more in you”
this man was not stopping, even when your cum was dripping on his chin, even when your thighs were not letting go of his face, even though your grip on his hair was tight and burying his face more onto your cunt
and the next day? you threw the shamed and humiliated vibrator in the trash
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masterlist!
(a/n: had to get on the vibrator!wally train you have no idea how thats been haunting my mind for a good four weeks)
a schoolyard crush turns into something monumental when wally realises that his best friend also has eyes for you.
includes. . . wally west x fem!reader, (SLIGHT!) dick grayson x fem!reader. characterised after the young justice universe. vigilante!reader, fluff, angst, tension & slightly suggestive at the end, lots of teenage/early 20s emotions running amok here.
word count. . . 8.8k
notes. . . wally is literally so precious to me i don’t even know where to begin!!! i’ve made reader to be widow-like. oh, and wally stays alive. . . for now! JK,,, unless???? (no seriously, i’m kidding, i’m still traumatised from his death in the show). hope you guys like this!!
Summer had hit you all like a storm.
The team had split up, the tower much more quieter than normal. Most of them either were back home with their civilian lives, or off world. Those still in the tower had found themselves lounging around, the common room filled with popcorn and snacks, and a very intense game of Monopoly (that had just ended), lounging around in a rare day of peace and freedom from their vigilante lives.
“Hey, Walls,” you called out, catching the attention of the speedster who’d been hovering around the kitchen. He stood to attention, coming towards where you’d asked for him, standing at the countertop. “Help me with the drinks?”
“Anything you want, beautiful,” he flashed you a smile, leaning heavily over you as you manoeuvred a bunch of cups into his hand, while you held two tall pitchers of ice tea. He took in your outfit, dressed in shorts and a tank top, your hair pushed away from your face to combat the heat.
You looked over your shoulder, bright smile on your face. “Coming?”
Snapping out of his daze, Wally sped up to join you, setting down the cups next to the pitchers and sliding into the seat next to you.
Before he could open his mouth, possibly shove his foot in there by letting out another flirtatious comment, you speak up.
“Hello, handsome.”
Wally blinks, once, slow. Did he hear you correctly? Was he finally out of—
“Hi there, gorgeous.”
Dick.
Of fucking course it was Dick Grayson. The boy had sidled himself next to you, leaning into your personal space, and worst of all, you’re letting him. Wally looked up, you were preening under the charming smile the raven haired boy had put on. Preening, and Dick had his chest puffed out like a fucking peacock, thanking you for taking care of the team.
“You’re so nice to me.”
Wally knew that voice, the fucking low and gravelly tone swaying any girl into one Dick Grayson’s arms. The very arms that were way too close to you while in nothing but a wifebeater, muscles fully on display. The ginger huffed.
“Of course, can’t have you fainting on me from the heat,” you patted Dick’s thigh heavily, and Wally swears if he could switch powers he’d steal Superman’s heat-vision eyes—or as Wally would prefer to put it: laser-beams-that-melt-off-hands eyes—the moment Dick placed his hand over yours.
He busied himself with pouring a glass of ice tea, all but shoving it in front of you. “Didn’t you say you were thirsty earlier, babe?”
You frowned, confused, but gratefully accepted the drink he was holding out. It was hot outside. You opened your mouth to speak and Wally was waiting for. . . something, maybe pretty boy at least if not handsome (clearly, that was reserved for Richard).
“Thanks, Walls.”
“Of course, beautiful, anytime.”
You grinned, once again turning to Dick who was telling you some story, hands waving animatedly as he stole every bit of your attention.
Walls.
Wally swore he could feel the ground swallowing him whole as you laughed loudly at the story he’d heard a million times before. Fucking Alfred and his infamous cookies that made everyone act like animals. Fuck Dick too while you’re at it, he grumbled under his breath, slumping into the couch.
.
Okay, so maybe he was overreacting.
You have always been flirty and Dick hasn’t been nothing if not a very willing recipient (and active participant) of someone beautiful hitting on him. Hell, Wally was sure Dick would flirt with anything breathing if they were actually interested. Which, looking at the Wayne heir, anyone would be. But did it have to be you?
Sighing, Wally moved through the tower in a breeze, reaching the training room in record time where you were going to spar with him, like always. “Sweetheart, sorry I’m late, was running low on fuel.”
“It’s alright, Walls,” you chuckled, wiping the chalk dust from your palms, the one that Dick used when he was doing his bendy gymnastics stuff. Since when had you decided to pick it up? Were you making a career switch to an acrobat?
“So, you er, you’re doing. . . gymnastics?”
Your lips pursed at the way his voice squeaked out at the end, confused before nodding softly. “Yeah, Dick’s been teaching me some stuff.”
Cool, just two teammates helping each other out. You were the best at hand to hand combat on the team, so maybe you just wanted to find someone new to learn something from, and apparently that someone is not Wally.
“You guys hang out now?”
“Uh, yeah? Figured I’d learn something new.” You chuckled, the two of you now circling around the mat. You crouched low, eyes locked on Wally in a smile so sinisterly cocky the speedster could feel his mind going fuzzy. God, you looked good.
Before Wally could even open his mouth, you’d pounced. The young speedster barely noticed you before zooming to the other side of the mat. You raised a brow and he smiled, sheepish, apologetic. Right, no powers.
Taking a deep breath, Wally blocked the hit you were aiming at his neck, forearm pushing you off, and then suddenly he can smell you, the scent deep and warm before he had his arm twisted behind his back.
“Stop zoning out Walls,” your voice was hot on the back of his neck. He could feel his face heating up, the red creeping around his freckled face up to the tips of his ears. You let go of him as he leaned his weight into your hold to signal for him to be let loose.
“Getting distracted—“
“—gets you killed.”
You smiled at Wally when he completed your statement. Gesturing, you took your position on the other side of the mat, Wally copying you.
This time, Wally went first. Instead of aiming high like you’d done, the speedster goes low, head tucked into his chin as he grabs you by the waist, using the momentum to swing the two of you on the ground. You let out a soft sound at the impact, but it sounded more like you were amused. When he looked up, he saw the taunting look in your eye, a lazy, smug look tugging at the corners of your mouth. Without even huffing at the effort, you pushed your hips up into his, making him lose balance as you flipped the two of you over, hands now pinning him down, arm stretched across his chest as you held him down on to the mat.
“Nice one,” you grinned, blowing your hair away from your face. You leaned in closer, chest pressed against his, and Wally could swear his heartbeat was the loudest soundtrack he could ever hear. “You almost got me there.”
“Next time,” he rasped out, puffing out a breath of air, hoping it didn’t smell of the Cheetos he’d eaten before training. The movement made the stubborn strand in front of your eyes sway. You smiled, a genuine one, and somehow his heartbeat just rang louder. “I’ll get you next time.”
“I’m counting on it.”
And then you got off of him, holding out your hand for him to stand up. Sucking in a lungful of air, Wally took it, pulled up to stand close enough where he could see every shade of colour in your eyes. They were endless pools of warmth he could fall into forever, and they were looking at him. Right at him. “Walls?”
Clearing his throat, the speedster stepped back, letting go of your hand to ruffle the hair at the top of his head. “Shall we go again?”
“You sure? You seem distracted today.”
“I’m fine, just don’t think my pre-sparring snack was the best one I’ve had.”
You laughed, the sound bright as you got back to the mat. Wally followed suit, the two of you once again circling each other. “Ready?”
You had that smile again, the low, dangerous look in your eyes, the one he saw out on the field. The one Dick held in his smile after he’d seen how it unnerved your opponents. Fucking Dick and his ability to charm everyone. Wally struck out, his body moving before he could catch up, hand coming straight for your face, and before he could even think about how foolishly impulsive the move was, he was face down on the mat, your knee pinning him down as you bent his arm back, not enough to hurt, but just enough to where he could feel a strain.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
You’d let him go, pulling him to stand at his full height as you grabbed a water bottle, tossing it to the speedster, the shocking pink a contrast against the muted green of his tank. “Yeah I’m fine. Just. . . lost in thought I guess.”
“Penny for them?” you asked, now sitting next to him on the floor. Wally shrugged, handing you the bottle when you held your hand out for it, eyes watching your mouth as it used the sucker on the bottle (where Wally had his mouth moments before), tracing down the column of your throat as you drank greedily.
“I’m good.”
“Promise?” You held out your pinky, Wally smiling as he linked his to yours, the two of you kissing each of your hands as if to seal the pact.
“Promise,” he murmured, mouth hidden by his hand, but he could see you smile behind yours as you murmured a ‘good’ against it.
You pressed your lips one last time to your linked hands for good measure, letting the speedster copy you before the two of you sat up, hands still linked in the silence of the training room, catching your breaths.
God, you had no idea what you did to him.
.
Dick caught up with you as you left the training room, having just walked out of the showers attached next to it, the one Wally had gone into not too long ago. The former Batman sidekick had a towel slung low across his waist, water not yet fully wiped off of him. He smiled as he noticed you.
“Hi, beautiful.”
You grinned, standing up from where you’d been cleaning up after the sparring session between you and Wally. “Hey there, pretty boy. Took a long time in the showers I see.”
Dick fell in step with you, walking out of the training room as you slung a wet towel across your shoulders, water bottle in hand. “Well maybe I was waiting on you.”
“Is that so?” you looked up at him, brow raised. Dick just shrugged, eyes glinting with mischief. His lips were pulled into a cocky smile, tongue peeking out to wet his lower lips.
“Yeah.”
You hummed. “Is that why you’re following me around in just a towel?”
Dick blinked, slowing to a halt outside the door of your room. You watched his skin flush a deep rouge, the heat spreading across his chest and up his cheeks. “I uh, I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, alright,” you laughed, watching as he stepped back a couple steps before spinning on his feet and heading a couple steps down towards his room. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck as he reached the door, turning around once to wink at you—despite the colour in his face, before shutting the door.
“Aren’t you something,” you murmured, eyes still on the spot he left.
“Who’re you talking to, weirdo?”
You jumped, startled as you stood up straight, leaning away from the doorframe. Wally was standing next to you, now smelling fresh and clean from his shower. “Nobody. Hey, you wanna watch a movie? I’ve got the new Fast and Furious.”
Wally nodded, eyes glancing once more at the door next to yours—where Dick stayed when he was at the Titans Tower—before following you into your door, the lock clicking softly as it shut behind him.
.
Wally swore Dick was everywhere.
The stupid bird themed superhero seemed to spawn around you whenever the speedster wanted to hang out, and he was seconds away from transporting his best friend to the South Pole to live with the penguins (not you, of course, he knew you hated the cold— the ex-sidekick to Gotham’s very own Batman, however. . . ).
The beach was empty as you guys had set up a blanket on the sand, the grains warm but soothing as you dug your toes under the piles. The team had decided to have a little sunset campfire and sing-a-long at the beach, simply to celebrate the hard work of a successful week of leading double lives (in yours, Dick’s and Wally’s cases), and also for being really good at your side job of beating up bad guys.
“I’ve got the drinks,” Roy cheered, plopping down with a six pack, and some other sodas and assortments of both alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages that were sloshing around in the portable cooler in his hand. “Here.”
He tossed a chill bottle of beer he’d pulled out of it, and Wally caught it. You grinned as Roy passed one to you as well, much nicer in his handling. “Thanks, speedy.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Roy narrowed his eyes playfully at you as Wally and you laughed next to each other. You giggled, leaning into your best friend as you moved the bottle to your mouth, digging your teeth under the metallic cap, and with a slight pressure, you heard the pop and fizz of it coming off.
You looked up, catching the ginger boy watching your every move, eyes tracking your mouth as if he’d zeroed in on something that deserved his attention. You.
You licked your lips, trying to calm the sudden dryness in your throat. Wally’s eyes seemed to darken even more, the flames dancing in them tantalisingly as he copied you. You could hear your heart beating irratically.
“Sweetheart, I need your help.”
Blinking, you turned to look at Dick, mind sluggish as it tried to clear from the haze you had found yourself in. Sitting close enough to the two of you that you could feel his warmth, Dick was holding out his own bottle of beer, making you roll your eyes.
“If you wanted me to watch me use my mouth for you, you could’ve just said so,” you repeated your actions, the pop! of the metal cap opening making Dick grin as he watched you.
“But that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
Wally cleared his throat, watching the two of you lean into each other, teasing smiles and eyes burning with a sort of emotion he’d never seen in you. Were you actually falling for Dick Grayson?
“I’m thinking of starting on the s’mores,” he gestured next to you guys where Kori, Donna and Roy had set up the fire, the flames curling in reckless abandon. The three of them had settled into the sand. You smiled, squeezing his hand as you grabbed it.
“We’ll come with.”
The three of you moved towards your friends, and as you sat down next to Donna, the two of you trying to tell Kori about some new music the two of you were obsessed with currently, he wondered when did you and Dick Grayson become a ‘we’. And why was he so bothered that he wasn’t a ‘we’ to you?
.
It was official.
Dick Grayson was at the top of his hit list.
Wally swore that he could find him everywhere, even in places where he didn’t think possible: like his fucking university campus.
“And then he was telling me how Tim changed every one of Bruce’s codes to. . .”
The two of you were walking through the hallways, and ever since summer, all you’d been gabbing to him was about your new best friend Richard Grayson. The first day back to school and apparently Dick had called you in the night to talk. Yeah, right, Wally thought to himself, everyone has a conversation at 11 in the night.
He caught himself before he could roll his eyes.
“Walls?” You were snapping your fingers in front of his face. When he jolted, you frowned, curious as to what was happening. “Dude, you alright? You went AWOL on me there.”
Wally coughed, nodding. “Yeah I’m fine, long night.”
“Really? With whom?”
You sounded off, somehow not as cheery as you did just moment’s prior when you told him about how Tim had hacked into the programming in the Batcave to play a prank of the Batman. Wally tilted his head towards you as you stopped swinging your joined arms, no longer moving him around while you rambled.
What was it about Dick that had you so drawn to him?
“Nothing, just couldn’t get sleep.”
You frowned, squeezing his hand. During the academic year, Wally would end up walking around with the worst dark circles known to man, all because of his tendency to not get any sleep at night, especially since the two of you didn’t go on patrol as often during the school year. You suspected it had something to do with his powers, his inability to actually stay still and his energy that’s always contagious, always overflowing with so much life that you can’t help but be drawn towards him. But this was early, even for Wally. Usually, it’d take at least a week for him to start complaining about it, and then showing up at your window in the night.
“You want to come over tonight?” You squeezed his hand again, smiling softly in a way that had Wally’s heart thump-thump-thumping hard against his chest.
“What about Dick?”
“What about him?”
The earnest confusion in your voice made him look at you, eyes searching your face. Your brows were furrowed and lips were pursed in an adorable pout that Wally could almost dream of pressing his mouth again and devouring, but what stood out most to him was one simple thing: you weren’t thinking about Dick.
“I just— nothing,” Wally rubbed the back of his neck, lips pulling into a smile when you squeezed his hand (that was still holding yours), “what time should I be there?”
“Come over right after patrol, I’ve got your sweats washed. Couldn’t get that stain out though.”
“It’s fine.”
Wally laughed, letting you drag him around to your next class before the bell rang (he had a free period in his schedule). You hated being late.
.
By the time the two of you fell onto the floor through your open bedroom window, Wally was spent. He’d starfished across the soft carpet, still in his Kid Flash costume, and you’d fallen right on top of him with an undignified oomph!
“Move your fat ass out of the way, Walls,” you poked him in his side where you knew he was ticklish, making him jerk at the sudden movement, as you got up.
“I’m good,” his voice was once again muffled, face down in the carpet, “I’ll just stay here.”
You laughed, pulling yourself up as Wally turned over to look at your grinning face staring down at him. “Do you plan on making yourself comfortable there or shall I keep space in bed for you?”
Wally could feel his heart in his throat as he nodded towards your bed. Swallowing harshly, he cleared his throat. “I can’t pass on that beauty.”
Chuckling, you headed towards the bathroom, calling out over your shoulder as you grabbed the door handle.
“Clothes are in the drawer and mom got extra snacks if you’re hungry. Just change first!”
And then Wally heard the lock click shut, the sound of the shower running beyond the wooden door. Sighing, he stood up, gravitating towards your closet to grab some spare clothes he could change into after a shower and setting them aside, somewhat of a proud smile on his face. At least Dick didn’t have an entire section in your closet for his clothes.
By the time you’d come back from your shower, Wally had sprawled himself once again on your fuzzy carpet, now filled with half the snacks in your pantry and a couple of cookies your father had baked earlier in the night.
“Hey, brought up some cookies, your parents have gone to bed.”
You grinned, bee-lining to the nightstand where Wally had left your treasure, while the redhead moved towards the shower. “What would I do without you, Wally?”
“Be boring and lonely— ow!”
Wally glared at you, trying hardest to be mad as he rubbed the spot where you’d punched him for his comment but he could feel his mouth fighting against him at your cheeky smile. Your eyes were shining with mischief and warmth and Wally couldn’t help but mirror your grin as you fell onto your mattress. “Save one for me.”
“You already ate so many!”
You looked up at him with bright eyes, and Wally could feel his heart soaring at how open and vulnerable you seemed. You were still smiling, even as he flicked you on the forehead before moving swiftly aside to dodge your counterattack.
“Yeah well, I’m your best friend. It’s in the rules: guests get more food.”
You sat up on your elbows, eyeing the boy who had a impish look on his face. “Please you stopped being a guest since you were six.”
You rolled your eyes as Wally mocked you, finally heading into the shower while you fell back on your bed, cheeks still warm from the smile on your face. That boy had no idea what he did to you.
.
Steam curled out of the bathroom as Wally stepped out, sweatpants loose on his hips and a towel he used to dry his hair. You were on your back now, reading a book as you waited on him.
“Here, saved you the last one.”
“I knew you loved me,” he grinned, snatching it up as you rolled your eyes at him, all fond and warm. You really did love him.
Wally plopped down gracelessly onto the bed next to you, laughing when you whacked him complaining about crumbs (he’d made sure to not let a single one fall, he knew you didn’t like eating in bed) and snuggled into his side of the bed.
You propped yourself up into his eyeline, watching him drink you in like he always did, like he was clawing for air only you could offer. He only hoped it wasn’t as obvious to you. “So, what d’ya wanna do?”
Wally hummed, hand coming back up to brush against the bruise on your cheek, the one that you’d gained earlier in the night during patrol after narrowly missing a fist aimed at your face. You’d managed to grab the hand before it swung into bone, but the brass knuckles that decorated it had left a blooming red score on your cheekbone. “Does it hurt?”
“Not even a little bit,” you murmured, head nuzzling into his palm like you wanted to burrow yourself in it.
Wally could see the way your eye twitched ever so slightly at the point closest to your eye when he brushed the purpling bruise, but other than that, you were still smiling down at him with such warmth he could feel himself sinking into comfort.
You turned your head to kiss his palm once, gently lacing your fingers through his to pry it off your face as you leaned over to press your lips to his cheek, and Wally’s eyes fluttered close at the contact without hesitation.
“Go to sleep, West. You look like a troll I dragged out from under my bed.”
Wally guffawed, eyes wide open as you chortled, falling onto him upon looking at the wide eyed offence on his face, your body wrecked with unabashed laughter as you shook in his grasp. “You think you’re so hilarious, don’t you?”
You nodded against him, the humour bubbling out of you seeping into him at the points where you were connected (his hands on your back, holding you close to where you’d pressed yourself into his chest), his chest rumbling with laughter under you.
“Fine, let’s call it a night, sleeping beauty.”
The two of you tucked yourself under your covers without moving, the little night light you left on your bedside table the only sign of life in the dead of the night as sleep overcame the two of you.
.
The tower was quiet when you stepped inside. You shouldered your way through the door of your bedroom in the building, finally sliding off the wet coat and shoes that had collected the rainwater from the impromptu shower that the heavens had unleashed upon you.
“Oh hey, sweetheart.”
Before you could even catch up on the reason the voice was so familiar, you’d swung around, clipping the man behind you with your wet coat, the metal of the zipper clinking hard against his face.
“Richard Grayson, don’t you know better than to sneak up on people like that.”
You glared at the cheeky smile he sported, still standing comfortably in the middle of your room as you dragged your jacket away from his face and the matching red mark you’d left on the right side of his cheekbone, mirroring the one you had on your left.
“Great you see you too, darling.”
You rolled your eyes, shimmying out of the oversized Central City University sweatshirt, now feeling overly warm in the blooming heat of the building. Your tank top stuck to your skin from the water as you let your hair fall down your back, limp and wet, droplets tracing rivulets down your spine.
“Did you need something?”
“You wound me,” the raven haired boy grabbed his chest as if you’d physically hurt him, even stumbling back to sell his theatrical pain. You shook your head at him, rainwater clinging onto his face from the close proximity as he chuckled. “I just came to check on you cause of the rain.”
“Well, sorry to disappoint but I didn’t drown.”
“Can’t have my girl drowning on me,” he grinned, pulling you into his side to warm you up, and you gratefully leaned towards the heat of his (entirely too expensive) wool jumper, wet head of hair tucked into his chin as you placed your cold hands on the back of his neck, making him yelp. “Get away from me you heathen!”
“I thought I was your girl?” you mocked him, head tilted to one side as he kept you close enough to warm your hands against his. It was no secret you hated the cold.
“Yeah you are, sweetheart.”
“Am I interrupting?”
You jumped away from Dick as if you’d been burned, the warmth of his body turning ice rigid in your veins as Wally stood at your open door, looking in at the two of you. You cleared your throat as Dick, ever the one to be able to bring in levity in pungent silence, spoke up.
“Not at all, she’s all yours.”
And then, squeezing your hands one last time (that had gone limp in his reach the moment his best friend had walked in), Dick glanced at you one last time, impish smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he moved to leave the room, patting Wally on the back while he did.
Wally watched as you glared at the broad shoulders that disappeared from the doorframe, before taking in your appearance. You shuffled, suddenly aware of not just how unkempt your hair was, but the fact that you’d been standing in front of Dick and now Wally, in a shirt thin enough to see your bra through. If only you’d had the foresight to wear a nicer one, maybe this wouldn’t be half as awkward.
“I erm. . . I got caught in the rain,” you supplied helplessly, tugging at the end of your cotton tank top, spinning around as you went to the drawer to grab dry clothes.
“I can see that.”
Wally still sounded far away: when you glanced over your shoulder after finding a dry shirt, you found him still standing in the doorway, his stance stilted and wound tight like he couldn’t decide whether he should enter or not.
”You’ve seen me in my bra before, just get in already,” you chuckled, waving him in, only noticing him hesitate for a second before nodding, following your instructions and shutting the door behind him. “Your group project finally got situated?”
Wally had stayed back at Central City University for some project he had for his Physics 301 class while you’d left earlier, having decided on working at the Tower instead. And lucky for him, he’d managed to get all the luck with the weather because it was finally sunny outside again.
Wally cleared his throat as you pulled your shirt over your head. “So, you and Dick. . .”
“What about Dick and I?”
Pulling your head through the neck hole of a dry shirt, to find him still hovering like he didn’t know how to exist in your space, a place he’d inhabited since the two of you were five and playing in the sandbox. You frowned, watching him glance around like he’d lost the right to be in there without you asking for him first.
“. . . Is everything alright?”
”Yeah, I just. . . I’m happy for Dick and you.”
You blinked, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. Did he seriously think that Dick was the one that had you losing all sense?
”I’m just going to—“ he pointed behind him, and before you could even stop him, he’d phased through the shut door. You rushed after him, trying to find the speedster as you pulled your door open with urgency.
”Wally—“
The hallway was empty.
.
It had always felt like breathing. At least, that’s how Wally thought about it.
Since the first time you’d met, Wally had found himself in tune with you, like a wavelength honing in on a frequency that it needed in order to function. You’d been giggly and had a chip in your front tooth from where you’d hit your face on while jumping off the swing and doing a flip you’d just learned in gymnastics. You’d never even cried about it, the grin of showing off to your new friend still plastered even as the corner of your lip started bleeding and your mother came rushing towards you. You’d simply grabbed Wally’s hand and told him you’d teach him how to do it too.
That was the first time he’d met you, and since then you’d been a stronghold in his life, someone he’d come to know inside out, maybe even better than he’d known himself. You’d been the first person he’d found after getting his powers, after he found out how his uncle was The Flash, the trials that came with having powers, you’d been standing beside him, always with a snack (apples crusted with peanut butter, to make sure he was both eating healthy but also had something to satiate his sweet tooth) and a smile that disarmed every bit of distaste he felt towards himself for not being good enough. You’d been there for the first ever time he’d had his heart broken, a girl he’d seen only a few months in high school, but you’d been there to cheer him up, mend the parts that he never knew could break.
Wally had known it’d only be a matter of time before Dick and you finally got together, it’d be stupid to think otherwise, but god he didn’t realise just how much it would sting being second place to Dick.
He’d learned early on that being Wally West meant being able to learn you and love you, and he’d made his peace with it. You’d were singular in every way and it wasn’t surprising that everyone around you noticed; you tended to do that, draw people into an orbit that made them feel like they were at home, because that’s what you did to him at age five with a toothy grin. He just needed to make peace with the fact that you’d found someone else.
“What’re you doing here?”
Blinking, Wally saw Roy walk up to him, the former Green Arrow sidekick dressed up as if he had somewhere to be.
“Where’re you off to?”
“Had a date,” Roy grinned, patting Wally on the shoulder as he vaulted over the couch, settling into the one that wasn’t occupied by the speedster. “Now why are you sulking? Trouble in paradise?”
Wally’s eyes narrowed. Roy, amongst other things, was a big gossip, especially when around Donna and you, the three of you always knee deep in random news you’d heard (four if K’ori wasn’t off-world). Half of it of course came from the type of vigilantes Roy and you happened to be, but the other half was simply pure curiosity. Wally had never met a man both so brilliant and downright ready to binge an entire season’s worth of reality television.
“What paradise? There’s no paradise.”
Roy simply looked at him, a stray strand of red hair falling over his forehead from his man bun—the only person Wally had seen ever pull off that style so well—and shook his head, a low chuckle emitting from his throat. “Yeah right, I’m not blind dude.”
“I’m being serious.”
“Uh huh, and we’re all just happy go lucky adults with no issues at all,” Roy nodded, and Wally could tell that the archer was taking the piss out of him, but god he couldn’t help it. “Seriously dude, just talk to her.”
“I can’t— I can’t just talk to her!”
“Yes you can, you just open your mouth and form words.”
Wally walloped him with a pillow as Roy laughed at his red face, tossing the decorative piece right back at the speedster, who simply grabbed it and placed it down next to him with more force than required.
“I can’t, she’s going out with Dick now.”
Roy raised a brow, now settled into the couch as he folded his arms across his chest. “Huh, I didn’t see that coming.”
“Tell me about it,” Wally slumped into the cushioning, hands running over his face.
He could feel Roy’s eyes burning into the side of his skull as he stayed hidden behind his fingers, trying to press them into his skull like it would press away the way he needed you into the back of his mind, to be left untouched and forgotten as time would pass by.
“My advice is you talk to her, what’s the worst that could happen?”
And with that, Wally could hear the sound of fading footsteps as Roy headed out towards his room, once again leaving the redhead to stew in his own feelings, the night sky greeting him as he stared out the window, trying to figure out just when he’d found himself so helpless to the way he loved you.
The crickets chirped faintly in the background as the hum of the city started falling asleep.
.
Wally had begun trying to find ways to avoid you. It’d started small, with not being free during the week to study together in the Central City University library like the two of you usually did. He’d been working everyday this week on some or the other assignment, or was hanging out with friends from his classes, who you had met barely in passing to actually know, which meant that you’d spent more time with his parents than him, feeling bad about only showing up on their doorstep to ask about their son. You played poker with his father as you waited, but Wally never returned home, only zooming by you on your interconnected patrol routes. Hell, it’d gotten to the point where you’d not trained together either. No matter what, Wally never missed sparring sessions with you.
You wondered what could’ve possibly happened for him to ignore you. Hooking your penknife into the latch of his window, you jiggled it around, trying to catch the grove that would help you unlock it, and after a few moments, you heard the sound of your success, the click of the mechanic registering as you slid open the window, toppling through gracefully and face first into wooden flooring.
“What are you doing?”
You stood up, brushing yourself off as Wally leaned against the doorway of his bathroom, eyeing you down with confusion. “You were ignoring me all week.”
“So you break into my room?”
”Obviously,” you chuckled, closing the gap between you as you moved into the room. You only stopped when he spoke up again.
”Why?”
Wally looked genuinely surprised, like he hadn’t expected you to fix whatever it was that had gone so wrong that he’d decided forgetting about you was better than talking with you.
You could feel your lips tug into a frown at the idea of never having access to Wally— selfishly, you needed him around, if nothing else then as your best friend. He’d been an extension of you since you’d first met him, trying (and succeeding) at impressing him enough to become your friend in the sandbox. Even at five years old, you could tell he was important, and not because he was the first boy you’d befriended. Wally had a way of making everything around you brighter, like you’d become Midas-touched gold, forever shining as long as he looked at you. He’d brought laughter out of you when your grandfather died; when you’d started crying over Marley and Me and he’d promised he’d find a way to make the dog the two of you got together live forever; when you had first killed a man on the job (an accident, and he was the bad guy, but that didn’t mean it didn’t flash behind your eyelids for over a month) but struggled to wash off the blood until Wally held your shaking hands to do it for you. . .
“Are we okay?”
The question came out quieter than you wanted it to, like punching it out of your lungs expelled all the fear you had about it, into the open where Wally could grab onto it, grab it and do whatever he pleased with the worry you held for him, for the two of you.
Wally shrugged, hands shoved into his sweatpants. He’d moved out of the bathroom now, the door clicking shut softly behind him. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat at the impassive callousness in his voice. Your tongue felt heavy, pinned down as you called out his name. “Wally. . .”
“Baby, ’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me.”
Baby, the word sunk heady into your heart, something you’d wished to hear from him, but not like this. Wally had his arms crossed over his chest, standing next to his bed now as he watched you watch him. You cursed as you could feel your eyes shine with watery tears that were beginning to form. Why did he think you didn’t care about him? All you ever did was worry about ways Wally could live a life that he was proud of, one that he wouldn’t have to hide in the future from whoever he was around (and in the most dangerous dreams you had about it, it was you by his side).
“Why wouldn’t I worry about you?” You scoffed, biting back the tears as you stared at the redhead who was watching you intently. “Do you think I don’t care?”
“No you— you do, I know that. . . but with Dick around now, you’ll—“
“What does Dick have to do with you not talking to me?”
Wally ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the tuff of it where it connected to his neck, feet moving as he began pacing. “Doesn’t everything lately have to do with him? I’m happy for you guys, truly. But I can’t be around you, not while I. . .”
“While you, what?” You asked, watching as Wally went still, eyes bugging wide when you repeated yourself. “While you what, Wallace?”
He winced when you used his actual name, not even Walls or Wally, instead shaking his head as he pointed at his window. “You should go.”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on,” you huffed, now your arms crossed as you stared down the boy you’d loved since the beginning of high school.
Wally sucked in a sharp breath like the idea of telling you the truth caused a physical wound in him, and you desperately needed to know it was something you could fix. Because you couldn’t stand the idea of not having Wally anywhere except next to you: it’s what you’d always known, the only thing you’d been sure of since you were a little girl.
When he opened his mouth, you could feel yourself slipping into that hope that finally you’d gotten through to him. “I’m sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You could feel the air expunge itself from your lungs as Wally turned to fidget with his bedding. He didn’t even look back as you whispered a goodnight Walls over his windowsill, body halfway out. Swallowing harshly, you balanced on the edge of the roof to the West house before dropping down, crouching low to the ground once you landed on the grass of their backyard.
In the quiet of the night, you walked yourself back to your apartment building (which was closer than the tower), eyes red by the time you found yourself in bed, tucked into the duvet that was still the same pastel green that you and Wally had picked together back when you were just children.
.
“Woah, you alright sweetheart?”
Dick and Donna came into your line of sight, the Wayne heir grinned good naturedly while Donna watched you curiously.
Huffing, you landed another hit on the sandbag, the chain swinging from the impact. Donna caught it as it neared her, “what’s going on?”
”Wally, he’s just. . . God, boys can be so frustrating!”
You punched the bag once again as Donna let it go, the Amazonian stepping aside right as the bag swung off the hook in the ceiling. Dick raised his hands in surrender as if he were the one in the line of fire.
“Do you want me to talk to him?”
You eyed Dick, who was still standing far enough to not get hit, and watching you with concern written into the crease of his brows and the corners of his mouth before shaking your head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, I’ll— I’ll talk to him. . . Besides, I don’t think you’ll get through him this time.”
Dick frowned, but nodded. And you understood why; Wally and Dick had been inseparable when the two of you joined the team back in the day, as children who still had hope and dreams of a world that seemed much nicer than it actually is. Wally had found a brother in Dick, and so did the former Robin, you knew that the idea of Wally not listening to Dick would hurt him, but you didn’t want whatever it was that had Wally hurting because of Dick be an issue, not until you could at least figure it out first.
Donna stepped forward, tying her hair back as she did. “Want to spar for a bit? Take your mind off of that idiot?”
“Sure,” you chuckled, shaking your head. Donna always knew how to make you feel better. If you couldn’t talk it out, you’d get out whatever it was with a fight. She’d been much the same way since she’d joined the team as well. “What would I do without you, my love?”
“Be moping,” Dick called out, now hanging off of one the beams, practicing his flips and tricks from a life he no longer had. You looked up and he was grinning from cheek to cheek. “Your emo teenage angst shit is filling this room.”
You rolled your eyes. “Dickhead.”
“That’s me,” he called, swinging his body through the maze of support beams and other bars that had been installed specifically for him.
You turned to Donna, who was grinning as well. “Well, shall we?”
“Why, of course.”
Donna crouched low, waiting on your move. You took the first step.
.
By the time you’d entered your room, it’d been past midnight. Patrol had been long, even longer when Wally wasn’t there to trade jokes with you, or attempt to guess what exactly you’d end up finding while on your rounds.
You’d barely shut your door, still in your suit as you flopped onto the bed when you could feel the familiar hum of frequency outside your door before a loud knock echoed against it.
“Get inside, Wally.”
“Can you. . . Can you open the door?”
Sighing, you dragged yourself up, pulling open the door to see Wally, still in his yellow and red costume, goggles tucked into his hair and freckles on display as the face piece to his suit was pushed back. The boy shuffled on his feet, as if surprised to see you standing in front of him. “Hi.”
“Can you not phase through shit anymore?” You asked, opening the door wider as he stepped in at your gesture for him to do so, stopping just beyond the threshold. You shut the door softly behind him.
“I’m sorry.”
And without meaning to, laughter spilled out of you, the sound more hollow and mean than Wally had ever heard out of you. “You’re sorry? That’s new. I thought you were too busy ignoring me.”
You strode towards your closet, wanting to change out of the suit that stuck to your skin, the suffocating feeling of having Wally so close to you after two weeks of him trying to erase himself from your life practically felt like you’d lose air the longer you were constricted in it. Wally grabbed your hand before you could move far away.
“I mean it, I was being a dick about well. . . Dick,” he winced, brows scrunching even further when you didn’t laugh even the slightest at the unintentional joke, something you always did. Sucking in a harsh breath, he carried on, “if you’re happy with him, I’ll make my peace with it. I just want my best friend back.”
“If I’m happy with whom, Walls?”
You looked genuinely confused, as if Wally hadn’t been there to see Dick and you fall for each other these past few months.
“Dick.”
“What?”
And to Wally’s surprise, you were laughing. You were bent over the waist, nearly falling into him at the image he’d given you. “What’s so funny?”
“Dick and I— there’s nothing. . . Oh my god, did you think I was going out with Dick?”
You had tears coming out of your eyes as you looked at him, as if the idea of anybody wanting to be with Dick Grayson was absurd. He knew the two of you were perfect together, and would look the part too in Gotham’s socialite papers and photographs.
“Please, Dick has his eye set on a redhead at all times,” you chuckled, wiping at the corner of your eyes, “he’s more likely to go for you.”
And at Wally’s shock, at his mouth that fell open, unable to find words, you’d found yourself laughing again. “Wait, so you and Dick aren’t—“
“We never were,” you shook your head, head tilting as if you’d found something out. Your eyes were swimming with curiosity, a sort of finality he’d only seen in you when you’d cracked a particularly difficult case. He’d seen it when you’d found the answer that had stumped you during your criminology courses, when you’d found out whatever Wally had hidden from you (like the surprise parties he tried throwing for your birthday, only for you to find him out five times in a row before he gave up). But now, they looked ever more sure, and Wally hoped he hadn’t been found out.
You took a step forward, now facing him as you closed the distance. “Hey, Walls?”
Wally hummed, eyes darting all over your face, close enough that he could see every shade and hue in your eyes, the way your mouth was pulled into a smile, something sly but that also said you wanted to know something, as your eyes fixed on his mouth.
“What up?”
“Don’t panic.”
“I— what? What do you mean—“
You’d grabbed him by the collar, lips slotting against his that were still sealed shut. The surprise of the impact had him opening his eyes, before reality caught up to him. You were kissing him. You were kissing him. Before he could fully return the fervour, you’d pulled back.
“That’s why.”
Wally was staring at you, eyes wide. “You kissed me.”
”I did,” you grinned, closing the gap to the point where Wally could feel your body pressed up against his, and instinct dictated that he steady you, his hands falling on your waist. “Now are you just going to stand there and gawk, or will you kiss me again?”
When Wally made no move to respond, still glued to the fact that you’d kissed him and it wasn’t a dream, you made to move out of his embrace. “Maybe I should go ask Dick if he wants to— mmph!”
”Shut up,” Wally murmured, pressing his lips to yours again, hands moving to circle around you as he pulled you closer to him, but he was grinning now. You couldn’t help mirror it as you pulled him closer to you, tugging on his hair as you did.
Wally let out a low sound, shuffling back as you hit the edge of your desk, his palms flash against your hips as he set you on top of it. The fireproof material of Wally’s suit bunching in your hands as you dragged him closer, his hands steadying you, still kissing you as if he couldn’t stop. He moved away when you hooked one leg to pull him closer.
”Wait— hold on, what does this mean?”
You blinked, the sluggish euphoria that had filled your veins, sparking a fire in your system slowed into a small flame as you finally realised what he was saying. You looked up into deep greens as they studied you, trying to figure you out, the way they always did.
”I don’t want to do this if it’s just something casual, I don’t— I can’t do that, not with you.”
You loosened your grip on his collar, smoothening it as you tried to figure out how to put it in a way that made him understand just how selfishly you needed him. “That’s the last thing I want with you.”
”Good, because I want this,” he was drawing circles into your waist, still close like he couldn’t bear to be any further from you, eyes scanning every inch of your face. “I want you, all of you.”
You smiled, heart thump-thump-thumping so wild you were sure he could feel it with how close the two of you were. “You have me.”
And Wally’s smile was blinding, the flame in your veins burning brighter just at the way he was looking at you.
“Yeah?” he asked, voice soft and wrecked with emotion.
”Yeah.”
Wally’s mouth slotted against yours against, messy and teeth clashing with how brightly he was smiling, tongue licking at your bottom lip as you dragged him into you, letting him take and take and take everything he wanted. His hands slid into your hair as he tilted your head back, lips moving across every inch of skin he could access, your legs hooking around his hips to sit flush with yours.
”I can’t wait to tell Dick you thought that I was in love with him when you’re here.”
Wally groaned against your pulse point, the spot behind your ear, the sound low and gravelly that had your eyes fluttering shut as you fought to keep your teasing for longer. He pulled away, just enough to speak.
”You won’t let me live that down, will you?”
”I can be convinced,” you teased, breath hitching as he already started tracing a path across your skin again, willing you to forget his stupidity, hands already latching onto the zipper in the front of your tactical suit. “Fuck, baby. . .”
”Say that again,” he hummed, mouthing at your collarbone and you had no choice but to acquiesce his demand.
”Wally, babe, don’t—fuck, don’t stop,” you whimpered as his hips pressed hard into yours again, the pressure only causing the fire curling low in your belly to burn harder as you met his actions and desire.
“God, you have no idea what you do to me, darlin’.”
The low drawl had you pulling him up, his eyes not only having a slither of green as they gazed up at you in hunger.
“I have an idea,” you mumbled, dragging him into you again, his body following yours with no resistance.
Wally is jealous and pouty, and his partner...kinda loves it
CW: Jealousy (duh), Dick Grayson cameo :D, sexual jokes, I TRIED to make this a gender neutral reader :), not proofread
This was requested by @froggibus (Told them to request something teehee)
At this very moment, Wally was…needy. He was laying his head on your lap, pouting as he pleaded for you to stroke his hair.
Let me explain.
The party you were both at was Dick’s birthday. Surprisingly, a small gathering with a few friends invited including some from Gotham Academy that he was still in contact with.
You came since Dick allowed Wally to have you tag along, not that he wouldn't have let you join your boyfriend, Dick isn't an asshole.
Wally was ecstatic, initially. He took every chance he could to show off his partner–you–, encouraging you to dress as you like, "Whatever makes you feel beautiful" as he says.
When you sat down on the couch with Wally, you noticed one of Dick's friends from his days at Gotham Academy. Your notice of him was brief and equal as how you noticed the other new faces at the hangout; For Wally it was a different story.
He saw that this particular friend kept staring at you, cracked jokes and would intentionally glance at you to peek at your reaction.
What the hell?! That's Wally's thing to stare at his partner after being funny. He knew there was nothing wrong about you occasionally laughing at that guys jokes, but something made him felt upset about it.
"You good?" Dick asked his friend, clapping a hand on Wally's back with the charming smile on his face, clearly already sensing the brooding on Wally's face. "He's staring at (Name), that ugly bastard, he doesn't deserve them—"
Dick interrupted and jumped in mid ramble, "Ok, but you're dating them, bud—"
Wally mirrors Dick, bumbling out a "BUP-up-up—I'm gonna go save my partner from that stupid asshole." He shoots towards you with a hand on your waist and tugging you towards him with a smug look of triumph.
He knew you wouldn't intentionally do anything to make him jealous. Hell, you just let out a mild giggle at the guys joke, he doesn't mean to be an envious asshole about it…but he likes it way better when you only laugh at his jokes.
So now that you’re both at his apartment, Wally laid his head on your lap, relishing in the plush flesh—what he also relished in was being able to be the one to do that, Wally West. Wallace Rudolph 'Wally' West had you and not that dork friend of Dick's.
"Baby, scratch my scalp! Come on, I used that cleansing shampoo and that craps like a ghost town."
You roll your eyes and stifled a grin as you rake a hand through his silky red hair "You would be the least hygienic person if you weren't dating me."
"Hey, I was hygienic! it just got better after dating you." he beamed up at you, his eyes eased shut with intent as he allowed himself to pucker his lips playfully for you to kiss, which you respond to with a little laugh, leaning down to simply peck at the puckered lips.
Wally then jokes, "I'm definitely way more hygienic than that guy Dick's friends with. He looks like he doesn't even use deodorant—that he uses 6-in-1 shower products." The pettiness practically danced gladly in his voice, that's what gave you the hint.
"That jealous, huh?"
"Jealous? Me? Hell no! I'm never jealous. Jealousy is an ugly emotion which I never feel," Wally acted outraged before he then mildly relented, "in other words, he's a big old loser who's trying to steal you away from me and I won't have it."
With a laugh, you gave a cheeky tug of his hair making the red-head echo the laugh, and he smirks "If you do that again, I'll cum, I swear to god."
You made a faux display of disgust as you retract your hand from his hair and scrunch your face which continued to display a smile.
"You're so jealous..." You flick his forehead, making him whine and stuff his face back into your lap as he hugs your waist and his fingers crawl up your shirt.
God he was so needy...But, loving the jealousy induced neediness was a guilty pleasure of yours.
fwb!wally west who hates being in that situation with you. Hates the way the word friends now tastes like a lie when it leaves his mouth, hates the way your laugh still sounds the same even when you’re peeling his shirt off with the same hands that used to steady him after a bad run.
He’s been in love with you since you were both awkward kids. You were the only one who didn’t flinch when he vibrated through walls, the only one that said, slow down, Wally, I’m right here. You grew up beside him, not behind him. You were the voice in his ear when the speed force screamed too loud, the hand on his wrist when the world spun too fast.
And now?
Now you text him at 2 a.m and he’s there before the message finishes sending. He tells himself it’s just sex. Just bodies. Just the way you gasp his name like it’s a secret you’ve been keeping since eighth grade. But every time you come undone beneath him, he feels the ache bloom wider: this should be more.
That night at the party, the tequila burned less than the sight of you dancing with someone else. He kissed you first and you kissed back like you’d been waiting too. Waking up tangled in your sheets, your heartbeat thundering against his chest, he thought: this is it. I’ll ask you out. Breakfast. Flowers. The whole slow.
But you rolled over, lips swollen, and said, “That was fun. Wanna do it again? No strings?”
And God, he wanted to say no. Wanted to say I’ve been in love with you since you stole my hoodie in sophomore year. Wanted to say I want the strings, I want the mess, I want you in my kitchen at 3 a.m. burning pancakes because you can’t cook.
Instead, he said, “Yeah. Sure.”
Because how do you say no to the only person who’s ever made the world feel still?
So he keeps coming when you call. Keeps letting you trace the lightning scars on his ribs like they’re just skin. He orders pizza and pretends the way you steal his fries doesn’t feel like a date. He fucks you slow on the couch, your legs wrapped around his waist, and swallows the I love you that claws up his throat every time you moan.
He hates it.
But he’ll keep hating it as long as you keep letting him in.
wally west masterlist a/n: man it's been so long since i don't write about wally, this idea came to me and i thought about nanami kento but then i went WAIT WALLY FUCKING WEST
Summary & CW: hurt/comfort, angst (minimal), friends w/ benefits, mentions of suggestive content, protective & pining wally, fem!reader, Hal is kinda a dick (sorry), second person, no use of y/n
Pairing: Wally West x Green Lantern!Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: Another piece out the Kiln! Please just role with this one, I couldn’t think of specifics (and it ran away from me.... again). Thank you to @bloomcissaa for this request I had so much fun with it. I hope you all enjoy :)
The gravel in your boots was about to be your final straw.
The mission, to put it shortly, was a shit show. It actually went so horrifically, that JLA stepped in.
Safe to say, they were less than pleased, especially Hal.
John was still helping with clean up when he approached. Your back leaning on the cold glass pane of one of the few untouched buildings, it was a nice sensation on your sweaty back.
“Kid,” he sighs pinching his nose. “What the hell was that?”
“Save it Hal,” today had been enough of an ass whooping, you didn’t need this too. “I’m not in the mood.”
That did it.
“Well, get in the mood.” His voice stern. He just flew across the country to find the city half destroyed. When Barry called him, his heart dropped to his stomach, petrified that something happened. As much as he tried not to intervene on Titan’s business, he worried about you. “You think I was ever spared a lecture in the air force? ‘Cause I can assure you right now that I wasn’t, so lose the attitude.”
Hal was a good mentor, most of the time. At first, he was great. He was kind of like the fun uncle who lets you do stuff behind your mom’s back. But recently, you both were giving Ollie and Roy a run for their money on most unstable mentor-protégé relationship. It was a lot of fighting, not listening to each other, fully lashing out, that always ended with a screaming fit and not speaking for a few days. Hal always caved first and sent you salt water taffy as an apology.
Someone was going to have to tell him that no one but him liked that shit.
The whole situation was weighing on you more than you let on. Leaving Coastal City put a strain on your relationship. The dynamic was shifting, slowly out growing your role as his protégé and into your own person. He struggled accepting it, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He still thought of you as a kid, his kid more specifically.
Hal couldn’t figure out where all the time went. He doesn’t understand how you went from that thirteen year old kid with big eyes and a ring, to the lady you turned into. He could still picture the way you used to look at him, as if he’d hung the sun in the sky. You rarely pushed back with him, and now it was all you were doing.
Hal was still staring at you, the white lens of the mask narrowing at your frame. Thankfully, your mask hid the eye roll, but it didn’t disguise the scoff.
“Here we go again.” You mutter under your breath, your arms crossing over your chest.
“Oh don’t start,” his finger points at you, right under your chin. “You can say whatever bullshit you want about me, but you have to stay focused when you’re out there.”
“I was.”
“Really? Is that why you decimated three buildings, that ended up shutting down six roads and costing people their jobs.” His voice rose to the point that the rest of the titans and the JLA were slowly turning in your direction.
For the first time all day, it was silent.
Your tongue poked at the inside of your cheek, heat rushing to your face.
“Shit happens okay.” Your voice barely audible.
“I know shit happens, but that- what happened today- can’t. There was absolutely no reason for that to have occurred.” The worst part? He wasn’t wrong. “You want to bitch and moan at me? Fine, go crazy. But it can’t affect your performance with the team. As pissed off as you make me, it doesn’t affect mine. So do whatever it is you need to do to pull your head out of your ass.”
Truly, you hated the damn domino mask they made you wear with the whole Green Lantern get up. Right now though, it was a saving grace. Your only vice, was that you cried when Hal got angry. Had it been anyone else, they would have been told to fuck off and you would’ve forgotten about it in an hour. It was different with him. He was one of the most important people in your life, one of the few paternal figures who didn’t let you down.
Hal Jordan for all his flaws, always showed up. He was there when you needed him and when you didn’t. He came to every awards assembly in school, he showed up to graduation, he bought you birthday presents, he taught you how to drive. So when he got upset, you really didn’t know what to do with it.
You did what you did best, you fought back.
“Hey man, lay off.”
Both your heads snap in the direction of the voice. There was no question who it was, your heart recognizing the midwestern accent before you finished turning.
Wally West.
If it wasn’t for the way his jaw clenched and how he was staring daggers at your mentor, you would’ve constructed a cage with your ring and thrown him halfway across the world.
His lips were pressed thin and his throat bobbed when he met Hal’s gaze, not even sparing you a glance. Barry stepped up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Silently signaling to him to back down.
He didn’t let up.
Wally West was nothing if not loyal.
It was frustrating at times, he got way too involved. Wally was actually the first one to notice when things started going downhill. He didn’t say anything at first, his actions speaking for him. It was subtle, he started cracking more jokes to get a laugh out of you, picking up your favorite food on the way back to the tower, letting you pick the what to watch on movie nights. Things you shouldn’t have noticed, but did.
Eventually, he finally ended up asking you about it. He could only keep his curiosity at bay for so long. You brushed it the first few times, telling him it was nothing. Until one day, he caught you in the wake of a screaming match.
You had just popped the third punching bag of the hour, tears streaming down your face. Then one thing led to another, and well, Wally was helping you let off some steam.
In the shower.
Was sleeping with your teammate the healthiest coping mechanism? Definitely not. Was it your favorite? 100%
Hal looks like he was seconds away from making a noose for him. Barry’s grip tightened on Wally’s shoulder, Hal noticed and turned away from the young speedster. Both of you engaged in another game of eye contact that was about to implode the city.
“We’ll continue this later,” he grits out. “For now, go back to the tower and think about today.”
“You know you can’t tell me what to do right?”
That’s when John floats down behind him. One look from him shuts you up completely. It was hardly visible, the shake of his head he gave you. He knew where the line was, and always advised you when not to cross it.
Hal, like you, was exhausted. Leaving without a word, he flies back to finish the last tasks for damage control, John closely behind. Alone with nothing but the eyes of your teammates and their mentors, you meet Wally’s gaze.
His cowl didn’t have slits covering his eyes. The bright green was drilling into you fiercely. He didn’t miss the way your mask narrowed, already knowing why you were upset.
He’s already expecting the curses you’re going to bark at him when he’s buried in you later. There was nothing you hated more than people getting involved, fighting your battles for you. One thing Wally did know though, was you hated people seeing you cry. And he knew where this was headed- it was going to blow up, and bad.
He inhales sharply when you shake your head at him, stalking off in the opposite direction of the other Green Lanterns. His eyes land on your fingers, noticing how you used your thumbs to crack your knuckles or how you used it to twist the ring around.
He didn’t know when it happened, when he started picking up on the small fidgets you did when you were upset.
“Let her go, she’s going to need a few minutes.”
Barry’s voice tears him from your frame, a knowing look lingering in his eyes.
Wally never told him anything, but it was obvious to everyone that he was in love with you. You were all he talked about in the early days of the Titans. From the moment you both started doing whatever it was you were doing, Barry noticed the change in his character.
The way he no longer tried to impress you, but protect you instead. How he gravitated to you in every room. How he didn’t laugh with you, but watched the way your eyes crinkled instead. What finally gave him away was the smallest thing. Wally was jumpy, he was always moving, never staying still. It was after a mission that Barry and Batman joined on two months ago. Wally was in the first group to make it back, you were in the last. It wasn’t until he saw you alive and healthy, that for the first time in his life, Wally West sat still.
That’s when Barry noticed that he was always still around you. You brought him a peace that he’d never known, it was as if his mind finally shut up. For how fast he was, there was a deep desire to slow down when he was with you, absorb every moment. Every second with you was a blessing he’d thank the universe for. Every smile, every annoyed look or breathless laugh- every night you spent together, they were all treasured in a corner of his heart that was reserved for you.
It’s why he never backed down,
And why he didn’t now.
He gave you an hour to cool down.
You were sat on the edge of a barrier, staring into the bay. Your legs were kicking in front of you and your arms were parallel at your side, gripping the cement. Feeling the woosh of air you had grown accustomed to this past few month, you peered up from your depressing reflection in the water to the human incarnate of sunshine.
His red hair was curling around his forehead as his chest rose quickly to catch his breath. His smile was almost shy, the dimple on his right cheek amplifying his freckles.
The most damned part of the scene was what he had in his hands.
Strawberry ice cream in one, and lime sorbet in the other.
You huff out a laugh, “you gotta let the green thing go West.”
He shrugs and hands you the melting sorbet. “It fits.”
The plastic spoon pokes at the sorbet for a minute while he drops down next to you. His feet kicking alongside yours as he starts to inhale the strawberry ice cream.
“You didn’t have to do that back there,” your throat bobs as you swallow heavily. “I can handle Hal.”
“I know.” He doesn’t hesitate, his voice light. Licking the spoon clean he stick it back in the cup, resting it on the cement next to him.
“Then why’d you do it.” Your tongue swipes at your lowers lips. The nerves dancing around in your stomach drying them out.
Turning in your direction again, your breath catches in your throat. The sun was starting to set and the pinks hues of the sky were lighting his face so beautifully, it made your heart ache. He truly put every work of art in The Louvre to shame. No DaVinici or Michelangelo could create a piece that can compete with the look Wally West gave you when you had his undivided attention.
“Because I care.” For someone who loved the sound of their voice so much, he summarized his feelings in such little words that it confused you. “I also didn’t think you wanted the rest of the team to watch Hal shit a brick.”
Rolling your eyes, you look back out at the bay. “Hal’s just upset because he and Carol are having problems. He’s horny, frustrated, and annoyed that he can’t boss me around anymore.”
Wally just hums at that. If you wanted to lie to yourself tonight, he’d help. You didn’t have to confront this right away anyway, everyone was exhausted.
“It’s not your fault you know.”
Your eyebrows knit together. Falling into temptation, you spare him another glance. “What?”
“The buildings, it wasn’t your fault.” His eyes are so earnest that you almost fall apart. Your breath comes out rough and uneven.
“It kinda was.”
“Maybe a bit, but collateral always happens.” He takes your spoon, scooping from the cup and eating some of the lime sorbet. “He wasn’t there, don’t let him be too hard on you. You saved that kid and the buildings were already evacuated.”
It frustrated you when he did this- when he became a person to you. He was supposed to be Wally, the funny one, the good fuck, the guy who ate your food. But recently, he turned into your rock. He was the person you leaned on, the one who knew everything before you said it, the one who always knew exactly what you needed.
He double dipped the spoon into your sorbet, and your face contorted in disgust. “Hey- that’s gross Wally.”
He freezes, his nose centimeters from yours with a dropped jaw.
“I was literally inside of you last night, and you’re gonna complain about this?” He deadpans.
You shove his face with your palm and he laughs. The sound is so magical that goosebumps rise on your arm, and a smile pulls at your lips. Before pulling back, he catches your wrist. The pads of his fingers are warm, a nice contrast to the breeze. Bringing your right hand back to his face, he drops a kiss to your pulse point, then the center of your palm, to each finger, and lastly, your ring.
Each time his lips met your skin it was a promise. An oath that he’d always be here, however you wanted him. Whether you wanted to kiss him until he didn’t know his name, or a movie marathon till 3 in the morning, or just someone to have a silent meal with. He was irrevocably and unapologetically yours.
Maybe sleeping with your teammate wasn’t the worst decision you’d made after all.
— Wally does the 'seeing if my boyfriend melts into the kiss' trend but with his girlfriend.
!!: fem!reader. blurb (751 words). Grumpy x sunshine. very fluffy and cheesy, you have been warned. Wally calls reader baby. ooc (?). Not proofread. English is not my first language.
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Wally left the phone recording in a bookshelf of your living room, perfectly angled so his entire body could be seen. It was not hidden, and you would totally see it, but he wasn't trying to hide it either. Was he going to post the video? no. He just wanted to have proof that his grumpy and sarcastic girlfriend was actually a softie for him.
“Baby, can you come here for a second?” Wally shouted.
You, who had been doing some work in the master bedroom, stood up and went to the living room, from where your boyfriend had called you. Wally was standing up in the middle of the place with a big smile on his face. He was plotting something, you could sense it.
“Why did you want me to come?” You asked.
“I want to try something. Come here.”
You walked past the sofa and stood in front of him. His smile was bigger than usual, and he had his hands on either sides of his waist.
You knew that look, he had something going on. It could be either good or bad, knowing Wally, it was a complete mystery.
“What are you going to do?” You narrowed your eyes, suspicious. Wally just shook his head.
“It’s not bad, don’t worry.”
You raised an eyebrow and he made a move with his hand to tell you to get closer. You, slowly and carefully, stepped closer into his space.
“I need you to raise your arms.”
“No.” You said. crossing your arms in your chest, shielding yourself of whatever Wally was going to do. “Why would I do that?”
“Baby, I swear it's nothing.”
“No. You're going to tickle me.” You said letting out a nervous laugh, and taking a step away from Wally. He tickled you often because he knew you hated it. He was like that, tickling you and then covering your entire face with kisses, because he loved seeing you annoyed at him.
“I swear I won't. Lift your arms.”
You didn't move, your arms still crossed. Wally pulled you closer to him, his big smile now softer.
“Come on! Trust me, I swear it's nothing bad.”
You relaxed your arms, still a bit unsure about your boyfriend's intentions, but you let him lift your arms over your head.
“See?” He smirked.
“I still don't trust you.” Once he moved closer and you saw his arms reaching for you, you flinched.
“Baby!”
“You promise you're not going to tickle me?”
“I promise, pinky promise. Now, put your arms up and don't put them down.”
With an expression of distrust you put your arms back up. Wally smiled. Slowly he reached to place his hands on your waist, hugging you tightly against his body and kissing you.
Soft and sweet, you could get drunk from Wally's kisses. You gave in to the kiss. Your arms relaxed but stayed up.
When Wally pulled away he tickled slightly your side.
“YOU PROMISSED NO TICKLING!” You shouted, trying to sound mad, but the kiss had left a smile on your face that couldn't get erased easily.
“But you didn't melt into the kiss!” He complained, defending himself. For Wally, you deserved the tickle. He really believed you were going to give in completely and hug his neck the second he kissed you.
“What? I- what?” You were confused. What was he talking about? Melting into the kiss? You did melt, you always did, you just stayed with your arms lifted, like he had asked.
“It's a trend.” Wally explained.
“Oh, I'm sorry Wally ‘chronically online’ West, I was not aware of it.” Your sarcasm was sharp,
“At least you know that term.”
You didn’t have socials, that's why you didn’t know about the trend. And Wally thought it was adorable how confused you sometimes were whenever he made a reference to some online meme you were not aware of.
“If you wanted me to ‘melt into the kiss’ you should have told me!” You argued.
“No, that’s the deal, you don’t have to know!” Wally argued back.
“Why!? I don’t get it.”
“You know what? Fuck it.” He pulled you into his chest again giving you another kiss. This one longer and rough. Unlike the first kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck for this one, and he tightened his grip on your waist.
“I love it when you try arguing with me.” Wally said with a smirk once he had pulled away from the kiss.
“You’re weird.”
“You love me.”
All this had been recorded and was even better than the interaction that Wally thought he was going to capture.
