wally darling x reader oneshots/series

the plan

Wally, desperate to get you to pick up on his feelings for you, sits down to try and sort out a plan with his wingmen.

"Okay,"

Frank set his hands on the table top, leaning over it. These were important matters!

"We need to brainstorm here," he said, eyes roaming between the other two seated at the table. "Things Wally can do that our target might actually pick up on," he stood at his full height, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh!" Eddie exclaimed, raising his arm with a smile.

"You don't have to raise your hand, Eddie."

"Right," the mailman smiled sheepishly, hand finding the back on his neck instead. "We can go with the obvious option and have him write a letter or two?" He pitched.

"That did work on me..." Frank noted, nodding his head as he tapped his finger to his chin. "What do you think of that, Wally?"

"I've... tried that," Wally piped in, his cheeks flushing slightly. He wasn't very proud of his attempt.

"Oh. You have?" Eddie quirked a brow, puzzled. "I haven't seen any letters between the two of you recently. Did you deliver it yourself?"

"...I got shy," he admitted bashfully.

"Writing a letter made you shy?"

"When I write, I tend to overthink it... When I speak, my words simply flow,"

"That... actually makes a lot of sense for you in a way," Frank commented, brow slightly furrowed. He shook his head, getting his thoughts back on track.

"But, what about the smaller things?" Frank then questioned. "You could try to be a little more physical with them?"

"Yeah, have you tried a hand on their knee when you're sitting with them? Your shoulders close when you're walking together?" Eddie asked.

"I do that," Wally sighed. You guys were at the point of touching nearly every second you spent together. He would rest his leg against yours when you sat next to each other, he would rub your arm when consoling you, he would place a hand on your back when moving by or leading you somewhere, among any other thing he possibly could. He did all that!

"Eye contact obviously isn't an issue," Eddie giggled to himself.

Wally agreed with that fact. How could it be an issue? Wally couldn't help but to gaze into your pretty eyes. He often found himself getting lost in them, losing track of the conversation sometimes as well.

"Treating them to something, perhaps? Maybe a sweet treat from Howdy's?"

"Every Sunday. We've made it routine," He said. He was fairly certain he could name all of your favourite snacks from there by heart, at this point.

"Compliments?"

"Constantly,"

"Hand-holding? Hugs?"

"Every moment I can find an excuse to."

"And you already tried a kiss on the cheek..?"

"Yeah..." Wally deflated, his head resting against the table as nothing came of the interrogation. Was there no hope for him if all these attempts have failed already?

"Huh. They're just dense, aren't they?" Frank deadpanned.

"Frank!" Eddie scolded.

"What? So were we," he shrugged.

"Anything I try, they mistake it as me just being friendly," Wally lifted his head, offering a defeated smile. "Is a friend all I'm meant to be?" He questioned, eyes like those of a kicked down puppy.

"I mean, I don't think so. It's pretty clear they– ow!"

Frank had stepped on Eddie's toe under the table, leaving the man pouting.

"It's pretty clear they think you do these things in a friendly manner, " Frank took over the sentence.

"How do I make it so that they don't think of it that way?" Wally asked.

"Well..." Frank began.

Wally was open to any suggestions at this point. He was done beating around the bush, and ready to face his feelings toward you head on if need be.

Wally had only one question on his mind. How?

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