wally is a crau from eudio: you can find a primer here for relevant crau info. at his current pull point from eudio, he's 22 so i'm open to smut threads with any characters 18+ 😘 he will not assume anyone he recognizes is the same person he knew in eudio as he is very familiar with multiverse theory, but if you'd rather avoid The Lore of him recognizing your character altogether, just let me know and we can pretend something went wonky when he arrived here and doesn't remember. he is also very sensitive about breaking the fourth wall, but he is a huge nerd and will silently fanboy. that said, i can avoid this entirely, if you'd prefer! if you'd like to discuss anything further, you can reach me via pm or hmu at poohsticks ✨
01 | ARRIVAL (EVENS)
( all things considered, this isn't the weirdest place he's ever woken up. there's a bed, at least, even if it isn't his own. but that isn't all that strange, either, considering how often he ends up at someone else's place for a booty call. groggily, he attempts to read the message on the watch, but gets distracted by his companion rousing next to him. he blinks, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes. )
Dick ...? ( which might be a strange first thing to say to someone, but he just assumes his best friend is who he spent the night with. however, upon realizing that whoever he's woken up with is not his best friend or anyone else he knows, he quickly — very quickly, a blur streaking across the tiny room — jumps up to the nearest corner to give his companion a little more space. ) Uh, sorry, this is weird, huh?
( he waggles his wrist with the watch on it. the watch itself isn't weird, but the situation is. eudio has hosted games like this before, but nothing this elaborate. a whole casino? 52-card pickup themed sex game? something must be very wrong if they're going to these kinds of lengths just to generate energy. ) Guess the city wants to spice things up this year. ( then again, it's entirely possible he's not even in the city anymore. maybe something weird happened with the genesis project and — he glances at his wrist again, a sudden twist of panic curling in his gut. he's already checking the pockets of his robe, pulling up the sheets on the bed. )
Hey — ( yeah, you, whoever you are: ) — is there a yellow bracelet over there? Looks like a friendship bracelet with a bunch of beads on it. It's — really important.
02 | YOU CAN'T ESCAPE YOURSELF
( wally's no stranger to suddenly being pulled into a different universe or whatever this place is — hotel california, who knows — so the initial shock period wears off fairly quickly. he's learned to adapt to these sorts of things. maybe it's real, maybe it's all an elaborate hoax, maybe it's some sort of artificial reality within a universe he already knows. he doesn't have enough information to make any solid hypotheses yet. for now — well, he wouldn't want to put their hospitality to shame. if this is all just a game, playing along seems like the best place to start.
the showers remind him of mount justice. an odd feeling of nostalgia wells up in him, as well as an old bitterness he's long since buried. they've moved past that whole debacle, but sometimes his subconscious likes to remind him how bad it could have been with a delightful cocktail of guilt, anger, and fear. sometimes he still sees the bright plumes of smoke and flame in his dreams and has to remind himself that was a long time ago. dick may have been a reckless idiot letting kaldur blow up mount justice, but he's alive. it all worked out, eventually, even if it took wally months to forgive him.
maybe it's those old memories of home that leave him vulnerable to the steam, the messages in the mirror catching him off guard, the words slowing etching into the fog, sending a wave of cold dread through him: )
YOU CAN'T CHEAT DEATH YOU'LL NEVER GO HOME HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU LIKE YOU LOVE HIM
( he could probably just wipe the steam away, but that would be a smart idea, and wally has rarely had a smart idea in his life. instead, without thinking, he slams a fist into the glass, watching the mirror shatter above the sink. maybe a little bit of an overreaction, but he isn't about to let some dumb mirror manipulate him.
his hand is bleeding, but he doesn't care. to anyone who might be staring, he'll shoot a dirty look and snap: ) What are you staring at?
03 | OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR
A. ( just step into the closet, they said. you'll find a tracksuit in there, they said. he also happens to find someone else in the closet — and then the door immediately slams shut, with a giggle coming from the other side. okay, he sees where this is going. he probably should have seen this coming in a place like this. he laughs, a little exasperated. )
How much you wanna bet someone wants us to make out for seven minutes?
B. ( the door slams shut, and wally's first reaction is annoyance, because seriously? what gives? he was just looking for a tracksuit so he could get out of this robe and go running without anyone catching a glimpse of anything indecent. then there's a voice telling them to kiss — and wally knows what kind of game this is. he's played it before. but he's also not particularly in the mood and he has a secret weapon. )
Hey, you wanna get out of here? ( which does not sound as suggestive as it normally would. he literally just wants to get out. ) Watch this. ( he lifts a hand, which suddenly begins to vibrate at a frequency that is not normal. when he passes his hand through the doorknob, there's a faint click as the locking mechanism releases. he pulls his hand back, now just a normal hand again, and pushes the door open with a satisfied smirk, yelling to whoever locked them in: ) Don't mess with a speedster, asshole!
04 | RED CARDINAL
A. ( never seen a speedster eat? well, today's your lucky day! wally is packing it in at record speed — not only is he hungry, but he hasn't seen this much food presented to him in a long time. all-you-can-eat buffets eat your heart out. this is his new favorite place. the proprietress, for once, actually seems impressed every time she brings out a new dish and wally's eyes go wide. about halfway through the menu — or less, depending on how green the person across from him looks — he jabs a fork at his companion's unfinished plate, addressing them with his mouth half-full: )
Uh, you gonna finish that?
B. ( during the meal, wally notices the proprietress shouting at several guests, practically dragging them by the ears into the kitchen where she expects them to wash every single dish to make up for such an egregious insult to her cooking. wally, being the upstanding young man that he is, follows them into the kitchen to check out the damage once he's finished cleaning his plates, whistling at the truly massive amount of dishes in the sink. if he burns through a couple thousand calories washing dishes, he can go back and have seconds, maybe just dessert this time. he's already in the proprietress' good graces. )
Oh, man, looks like you're gonna need all the help you can get. ( he picks up a sponge. ) May I?
05 | MASQUERADE
CW: APHRODISIACS
( dressed to the nines in a red and gold suit and a red mask to match, wally, naturally, heads straight for the buffet first. running around, among other things, works up quite an appetite — and he has never said no to free food, especially when it all looks this expensive. he fully expects something to be spiked, but that hasn't slowed him down in the slightest. maybe it's a little game, to see how much he can eat before he swallows something that makes him feel a little too warm. maybe he's feeling generous and acting as everyone else's taste tester. (this place seems to run on sexy surprises.)
ultimately, it's the macarons that do it. wally stares at the giant tower of brightly colored cookies, laughing to himself as if he's just been let in on the world's funniest secret. he wonders if the different flavors have different effects. couldn't hurt to find out, but — )
Whoa, hey. Careful. ( he's shooting his hand out to block someone from picking up a macaron. the brief moment of contact feels like fireworks going off in his chest. it's not an unfamiliar feeling, but it still catches him off guard a little. it's been a while since he messed with aphrodisiacs. most of the time, he doesn't need them. ) Those little dudes are spiked. I mean, unless you're into that kind of thing.
( he's not gonna stop anyone if they really want one. )
06 | DIRTY DICE
( it all happens in a bit of a blur, which is ironic given that's sort of his middle name. but, hey, sure, he can roll with this (ha). he likes games. )
A. ( if he happens to be seated across from someone he perceives as female, he'll gesture to the dice with a little bow of his head: )
Ladies first.
B. ( otherwise he'll take the first roll, blowing on the dice in his hand for good luck. the dice land on BITE and NECK. a casual smirk tugs at his lips and he holds his hand out to beckon his partner closer. in his best dracula impression: )
I vant to suck your blood.
( nerd. )
07 | WILDCARD
( if you'd like to do any of the other smut prompts, i am open to pretty much anything! feel free to shoot me a pm or contact me on plurk if you'd like to hash out anything else or just drop me a wildcard prompt. wally is very easy. 😘 )
wally west ⚡ young justice ⚡ eudio crau ⚡ ota
‼️ NOTE ‼️
Dick ...? ( which might be a strange first thing to say to someone, but he just assumes his best friend is who he spent the night with. however, upon realizing that whoever he's woken up with is not his best friend or anyone else he knows, he quickly — very quickly, a blur streaking across the tiny room — jumps up to the nearest corner to give his companion a little more space. ) Uh, sorry, this is weird, huh?
( he waggles his wrist with the watch on it. the watch itself isn't weird, but the situation is. eudio has hosted games like this before, but nothing this elaborate. a whole casino? 52-card pickup themed sex game? something must be very wrong if they're going to these kinds of lengths just to generate energy. ) Guess the city wants to spice things up this year. ( then again, it's entirely possible he's not even in the city anymore. maybe something weird happened with the genesis project and — he glances at his wrist again, a sudden twist of panic curling in his gut. he's already checking the pockets of his robe, pulling up the sheets on the bed. )
Hey — ( yeah, you, whoever you are: ) — is there a yellow bracelet over there? Looks like a friendship bracelet with a bunch of beads on it. It's — really important.
the showers remind him of mount justice. an odd feeling of nostalgia wells up in him, as well as an old bitterness he's long since buried. they've moved past that whole debacle, but sometimes his subconscious likes to remind him how bad it could have been with a delightful cocktail of guilt, anger, and fear. sometimes he still sees the bright plumes of smoke and flame in his dreams and has to remind himself that was a long time ago. dick may have been a reckless idiot letting kaldur blow up mount justice, but he's alive. it all worked out, eventually, even if it took wally months to forgive him.
maybe it's those old memories of home that leave him vulnerable to the steam, the messages in the mirror catching him off guard, the words slowing etching into the fog, sending a wave of cold dread through him: )
YOU CAN'T CHEAT DEATH
YOU'LL NEVER GO HOME
HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU LIKE YOU LOVE HIM
( he could probably just wipe the steam away, but that would be a smart idea, and wally has rarely had a smart idea in his life. instead, without thinking, he slams a fist into the glass, watching the mirror shatter above the sink. maybe a little bit of an overreaction, but he isn't about to let some dumb mirror manipulate him.
his hand is bleeding, but he doesn't care. to anyone who might be staring, he'll shoot a dirty look and snap: ) What are you staring at?
How much you wanna bet someone wants us to make out for seven minutes?
B. ( the door slams shut, and wally's first reaction is annoyance, because seriously? what gives? he was just looking for a tracksuit so he could get out of this robe and go running without anyone catching a glimpse of anything indecent. then there's a voice telling them to kiss — and wally knows what kind of game this is. he's played it before. but he's also not particularly in the mood and he has a secret weapon. )
Hey, you wanna get out of here? ( which does not sound as suggestive as it normally would. he literally just wants to get out. ) Watch this. ( he lifts a hand, which suddenly begins to vibrate at a frequency that is not normal. when he passes his hand through the doorknob, there's a faint click as the locking mechanism releases. he pulls his hand back, now just a normal hand again, and pushes the door open with a satisfied smirk, yelling to whoever locked them in: ) Don't mess with a speedster, asshole!
Uh, you gonna finish that?
B. ( during the meal, wally notices the proprietress shouting at several guests, practically dragging them by the ears into the kitchen where she expects them to wash every single dish to make up for such an egregious insult to her cooking. wally, being the upstanding young man that he is, follows them into the kitchen to check out the damage once he's finished cleaning his plates, whistling at the truly massive amount of dishes in the sink. if he burns through a couple thousand calories washing dishes, he can go back and have seconds, maybe just dessert this time. he's already in the proprietress' good graces. )
Oh, man, looks like you're gonna need all the help you can get. ( he picks up a sponge. ) May I?
( dressed to the nines in a red and gold suit and a red mask to match, wally, naturally, heads straight for the buffet first. running around, among other things, works up quite an appetite — and he has never said no to free food, especially when it all looks this expensive. he fully expects something to be spiked, but that hasn't slowed him down in the slightest. maybe it's a little game, to see how much he can eat before he swallows something that makes him feel a little too warm. maybe he's feeling generous and acting as everyone else's taste tester. (this place seems to run on sexy surprises.)
ultimately, it's the macarons that do it. wally stares at the giant tower of brightly colored cookies, laughing to himself as if he's just been let in on the world's funniest secret. he wonders if the different flavors have different effects. couldn't hurt to find out, but — )
Whoa, hey. Careful. ( he's shooting his hand out to block someone from picking up a macaron. the brief moment of contact feels like fireworks going off in his chest. it's not an unfamiliar feeling, but it still catches him off guard a little. it's been a while since he messed with aphrodisiacs. most of the time, he doesn't need them. ) Those little dudes are spiked. I mean, unless you're into that kind of thing.
( he's not gonna stop anyone if they really want one. )
A. ( if he happens to be seated across from someone he perceives as female, he'll gesture to the dice with a little bow of his head: )
Ladies first.
B. ( otherwise he'll take the first roll, blowing on the dice in his hand for good luck. the dice land on BITE and NECK. a casual smirk tugs at his lips and he holds his hand out to beckon his partner closer. in his best dracula impression: )
I vant to suck your blood.
( nerd. )