bombshell!
synopsis: how the dc guys would be with model!reader (hal jordan, barry allen, and wally west!)
notes: this is a silly one, but i think this is such a cute concept (and there are NO physical descriptions, we’re all gorgeous models, ladies <33). also lmk if you wanna see this with anyone else! anywaysss reblogs and comments always appreciated, enjoy! xoxo - cherie
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hal jordan would loveeee the fact that you’re a model. why? not only can he rub it in everyone’s face that he has a girlfriend so gorgeous she gets paid for it, but he gets countless photos of you looking sickeningly beautiful.
when the two of you first started going out, you hadn’t even revealed your job to him until a few dates in. he wasn’t surprised by any means—i mean, look at you. however, he was shocked in the sense that he couldn’t believe you didn’t tell him sooner.
“i don’t see the big deal,” you giggle softly, “it’s my job.”
“are you kidding me? if i had your job i’d tell everyone,” he smiles, shaking his head to himself at how your humility comes to you with ease.
and, once the two of you are official, he only becomes more obsessed. he’ll call you at any and every shoot, asking to see pictures, asking if you want coffee, asking if they need a hot male counterpart in the photos (he’s teasing, but you know he’d take you up on it in a heartbeat).
the first time you invite him to one of your shows really should’ve been the last time. despite your countless pleas for him to be polite and, well, normal, considering this was a high profile event, hal still cheered like a maniac once you took to the stage. but, could you even blame him? you’re just too pretty to keep quiet about, he’d say.
and god forbid you ever have a shoot for victoria’s secret, because those will be the pictures he chooses to keep in his wallet and as his wallpaper.
“what?” he smiles.
“you couldn’t choose a photo with more…clothing?” you roll your eyes smiling, amused, but not surprised that this is his favorite.
“now why would i do that? all they do is hide your beautiful body from me, baby,” he’ll wink, now more determined than ever to keep that as his lock screen.
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barry allen sort of views your relationship as a cliche. you’re this beautiful, amazing model, and he’s…well he’s there. he doesn’t ever consider the fact that he might just be very handsome and also literally the flash. no, in his head your the stunning popular girl out of his league, and he’s the nerdy loser who just got lucky. and he couldn’t be happier.
and, while he’s so proud of you, and maybe feels a little ego boost knowing a model loves him, he will find any reason to worry and fuss over you. especially when you’re busy.
you’ll be in milan for an event one night, settling into your hotel room after a long day of prep for the show. and just as you’re settling into bed, you’ll hear two soft, but unmistakably excited knocks on your door. you smile to yourself, getting up and answering the door, unsurprisingly finding barry on the other side.
“hi baby,” he smiles, a little sheepish considering he just ran across the atlantic on a wednesday to see you. “i just wanted to check up on you…maybe sleepover?” he asks like you two haven’t been dating for awhile now.
you giggle tiredly, letting him inside fully before wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him. resting your head on his shoulder, you smile softly saying, “if you wanted to check up on me, you could’ve called, honey. i don’t want you wasting energy just to see me anytime i travel.”
he scoffs slightly, as if the mere implication that he might not fuss over you is offensive. resting his head atop yours, he replies, “nothing related to you is a waste. now let me take care of my baby…please.” he’ll say softly, yet you both know he’s not leaving room for you to resist.
you two will end up on the bed, you laying back on some fluffed pillows while he sits a little further down, rubbing your sore feet. you’ve learned that there’s no point in arguing with him once he’s set on caring for you.
just as you start to doze off, he’ll press a kiss to your ankle before tucking you in. he’ll strip down to his underwear (european hotels need more airflow for speedsters) and crawl into bed next to you, pulling you into his arms.
he’ll press a soft kiss to your head, whispering an, “i love you,” before dozing off, as well.
when you wake up in the morning, he’s already ran back to central city, but you’ll find some pastries on the bedside table. next to them is a little note which reads, “good morning, angel! donut work too hard today…(get it!) text me when you wake up, i love you! - barry.”
~
wally west may or may not have been crushing on you from afar since he saw you on an ad in the mall one day. and yeah, he was there when some villain just so happened to be terrorizing the city you had a show in. and what are the odds he’d end up saving you from the burning building you were about to have your show in? he even got to carry you outside bridal style, all hero like. in all seriousness, it was just a total coincidence, but wally wasn’t complaining one bit. once away from the chaos, he smiled down at you in his arms.
“you alright?”
“yeah um…you’re the flash.”
he chuckled softly on the outside, but his inner monologue sounded more like “yes! she knows who i am!”
once the two of you got talking (and he finally set you down), you both seemed to click almost immediately. the two of you hit it off so fast, in fact, that you’d scheduled a date for the very next evening.
and, once the two of you started dating for real, wally was even more crazy about you. he’d make sure to remind anyone in the league or any of the titans that he had a model as his girl any chance he could. and, even worse, he’d show up uninvited to your shoots all the time.
“excuse me, can you ask your…friend to leave, please?” one of the designers would ask you as you get your makeup done.
you look over at your loving boyfriend, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs up from across the room (where he’s stolen about half of the pastries provided for everyone). you smile softly at him, giving him a little wave before turning back to the director.
“if i ask him to be quiet can he stay?”
the director grumbles rolling his eyes, before reluctantly agreeing and walking away to tend to other business. you giggle softly to yourself and motion for wally to come over to you.
“baby, they’re asking your to be a little quieter,” you smile softly looking up at him from your chair.
he kneels down next to you so you two can be eye-level. “who, me? i’ve been quiet as a mouse,” he smiles, knowing that’s not really true. In reality, he’d cheer you on as enthusiastically as possible anytime you were posing. “besides, they barely notice me. one of the photographers almost ran into me a few minutes ago.”
“i think that’s called ignoring, babe,” you giggle softly.
