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I made a Wally Clark playlist if yall wanna check it out 💕😘

Hey I have a request

Character: Wally

Y/N

Number 16 on your list of prompts “give me a kiss, my love”

Maybe they have been friends forever (literally) and they finally confess their feelings

NSFW 🥵😮‍💨

Everything else you can make up

Hehhehe, giggling and kicking my feet when writing this! Please request more!! 😘♡

Wally Clark x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,876

NSFW!

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"You know, Wally," Y/n said, flipping through the pages of a dusty comic book, "I think I've figured out what's been missing in these superhero love stories."

Wally Clark, his eyes glued to the TV, munched on a potato chip. "Oh, really?"

"Mmhmm," she murmured, not looking up. "They always rush into it. No buildup. No tension."

He chuckled, tossing his half-eaten sandwich onto the plate. "You've been reading too many of those romance novels your mom hides."

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the street lamp outside, casting shadows that danced across the worn-out sofa and the floor littered with comic book pages. The air had the scent of old books and the faint aroma of pizza from the box on the coffee table. Wally and the reader had known each other forever—best friends since they were kids, sharing secrets, laughter, and a mutual love for all things comic-related.

The TV flickered, showing a scene from their favorite show, 'The Flash'. The hero zoomed through the city, a blur of red and yellow, saving the day once again. Y/n sighed, placing the comic book aside. "They never really show the moment, you know?"

Wally turned to her, curiosity piqued. "The moment?"

"When they finally realize they're in love," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's always so... rushed."

Their eyes met, and the room seemed to hold its breath. The crackling static of the TV was the only sound between them, the world outside fading away. The warmth of the summer evening pressed against the windows, creating a gentle breeze that rustled the curtains.

Wally leaned closer, his heart hammering in his chest. He had felt something for her for a long time, but he wasn't sure if it was the same for her. "Maybe that's just how it happens in comics," he said, his voice a little shaky.

The reader's eyes searched his, a hint of something unspoken passing between them. "Or maybe," she began, "it's because it's more complicated in real life."

Wally swallowed, the crumbs of his sandwich feeling like boulders in his throat. He had known her for what felt like an eternity—seen her in every possible light, from the awkwardness of puberty to the confidence she now exuded. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice barely audible. "It's definitely more complicated."

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The air grew thick with unspoken words and unexplored feelings. He reached for her hand, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt through his body. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't pull away. The TV was forgotten as they sat there, their fingers intertwined, the electricity between them crackling like a live wire.

"Remember when we used to run around the neighborhood pretending to be superheroes?" she asked, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. "You always said I'd make the perfect sidekick."

"Well," Wally said, his own smile spreading, "you still do." He took a deep breath, the moment feeling as if it was frozen in time. "But I think you might be more than that."

Her pulse quickened, and she looked down at their joined hands, tracing the lines of his palm with her thumb. "What do you mean?"

Wally took another deep breath, his heart racing. "I mean," he began, his voice gaining strength, "you've been more than a sidekick to me for a long time. You're... you're my partner, in every sense of the word."

The room was still. The only sound was the distant hum of the city outside. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, searching for the truth in his gaze. "Wally..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Give me a kiss, my love," he murmured, his voice filled with a yearning that had been simmering just beneath the surface for years.

Their lips met, tentative at first, like two magnets finding their polar opposites. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as the years of unspoken feelings crashed into them like a tidal wave. Her hand reached up to cradle his cheek, the stubble rough against her fingertips. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, and she melted into him, feeling the strength in his embrace, the warmth of his body against hers.

The kiss grew more passionate, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, their hearts beating in perfect sync, their bodies entwined in a dance of love and desire.

Wally's hand slid down her back, feeling the soft fabric of her shirt give way to the smooth skin beneath. He could feel the heat emanating from her, and it was all he could do to keep from devouring her right there. She leaned into him, her fingers threading through his hair, and he knew he had to have more. He gently pushed her back onto the sofa, never breaking the connection of their lips.

Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, made for each other. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest, the softness of her breasts pressing against him, and the gentle curve of her waist. She moaned softly, the sound sending a shiver down his spine.

He took his time, exploring the landscape of her body, learning every inch of her. His hands traced the lines of her neck, the softness of her shoulders, and the curve of her waist. She responded with a gentle pressure of her own, her hands roaming over his chest, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath her fingertips.

Their clothes were discarded piece by piece, each article revealing more of their bare skin to the warm evening air. They took in the sight of each other, savoring the moment like it was their last. He could see the desire in her eyes, mirroring his own, and it only served to fuel the fire burning between them.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their touches more intimate. They explored each other's bodies, their hands and mouths speaking a silent language of love and need. He could feel her body quivering with anticipation, her breath hitching in her throat as he kissed his way down her neck.

When he reached her breasts, he took his time, teasing and caressing them with his thumbs, watching as her nipples grew taut with desire. He took one into his mouth, suckling gently, and she arched her back with a soft cry of pleasure.

Her hands found their way to his belt, and she began to unbuckle it with trembling fingers. He helped her, his own hands not much steadier. The zipper of his jeans was next, and she pulled them down, revealing his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers.

He kicked them off, and she reached out, wrapping her hand around him, her touch sending shockwaves through his body. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. She stroked him slowly, her eyes never leaving his, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

With a gentle push, he had her legs spread, and he settled between them. He kissed her again, deep and slow, as he slid his hand between her thighs, feeling the slickness of her arousal. She was ready for him, and the knowledge was almost too much to bear.

He slid a finger inside her, her body tightening around him. She was warm and wet, and he felt his own body respond, his need for her growing stronger by the second. He stroked her gently, feeling her tense and relax against his touch.

Wally leaned down, placing kisses along her collarbone and down her chest, his tongue tracing the path his hand had taken. When he reached her core, he paused, looking up at her. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

She nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she whispered.

With that, he kissed her again, and then moved down to kiss her in the most intimate way possible. She gasped, her hips rising to meet his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair.

He took his time, exploring her with his tongue, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, her body writhing beneath him as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her tightening around his tongue, her legs trembling, and knew she was close.

Wally pulled back, watching her face as he slid two fingers inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him, and the sight was almost too much to handle. He moved his hand in a steady rhythm, his thumb circling her clit, feeling her hips rock against him. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her nails digging into the cushions of the sofa.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body spasming with pleasure, her cries echoing in the quiet room. He kissed his way back up her body, his own need reaching a fever pitch. He positioned himself at her entrance, pausing for a moment, savoring the feeling of their bodies so close.

He pushed inside her, feeling her tighten around him, her warmth enveloping him like a glove. She gasped, her eyes flying open to meet his, and he stilled, giving her time to adjust. Then, with a gentle nod from her, he began to move, his hips setting a slow, steady pace.

Their movements grew more urgent, their bodies moving together like a well-oiled machine. The sounds of their love filled the room, their breaths mingling with the slick sounds of their passion. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into his back.

Wally's eyes never left hers, the connection between them more profound than any superhero team-up they had ever dreamed of. He watched as she threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. He knew he was close, too, and could feel the pressure building in his core.

With a final, desperate thrust, he reached his climax, her name on his lips as he filled her with his release. They stayed there, joined together, their hearts pounding, their bodies entwined. It was a moment of perfect peace in the midst of the storm, a moment that would change their friendship forever.

After the storm of passion had passed, they lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths gradually evening out. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, tasting the salt on her skin. "I love you," he whispered, the words feeling both new and ancient at the same time.

She opened her eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I love you too, Wally." It was the simplest declaration, but it held the weight of the world in those three little words.

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, as the TV continued to flicker in the background. The Flash had moved on to his next adventure, but Wally and Y/n had just begun theirs. A love story more epic than any comic book could ever capture, written in the pages of their hearts.

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Wally Clark NSFW! alphabet

Requested by the lovely @notheoneuneed

I lowkey giggled so much when writing this. Thanks for the request!!! ♡

For more like this, check out my request list! ♡

If anyone wants me to turn this into a fic like "alphabet soup" by the amazing, @whoopsyeahokay , I would be happy to! ♡ (For real, tho, that fic got me through so many boring class periods, and it needs more recognition! 😪)

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A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man FOR SURE is an aftercare king! He makes sure his partner is cleaned up, hydrated, and well cared for. I feel like he's definitely the type of man to run a bath for his partner if he was a little rough, or just in general.

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wally is a big boy, so I feel like his favorite part of HIS body would be his hands. Being able to hold his partner close to him is a must for intercourse. He 100% uses those fingers to his advantage. 🤭

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's get one thing straight. Wally may have been an 80s jock and a bully, but he treats his lady RIGHT. He is not cumming anywhere but inside her, condom or not. With her permission, of course. He would never disrespect his lady by painting her with his cum like a common whore. #gentleman

D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don't think he has any, to be honest. I feel like he'd be very open and honest with his partner about what he likes/ is willing to do.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This man has been dead for 40 years... He's got experience. For those saying, "Well, he hasn't had anyone to practice with," the man probably found a way to fulfill his needs.

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Easy. Wally is a sensitive, romantic soul. He loves and craves intimacy, which missionary gives. He's the type of person to look into his partners eyes as they reach climax.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy, he's a silly goofy boy. It's a very intimate act, so he'll try and lighten the mood if it's your first time to make you more comfortable.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's got a little stubble. C'mon, guys, he's been stuck in school for 40 years. There's not much to work with. But he does try his best to keep it well managed.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said before, this man is a GENTLEMAN. He will not cum before you, and will make sure you cum at least twice before he does. He will definitely hold you as close to him as possible when he cums. Giving kisses to your body as you come down from your high, and giving encouraging words/praise the whole time.

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He's been trapped in high school for 40 years. There's no way that someone hasn't caught him "relieving himself" at some point. He'll definitely jack off to a polaroid of you.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation. He loves to make his partner cum multiple times. It gives him a sense of accomplishment and pride that he made his partner feel so good.

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

Wally is not picky. He will take you anywhere you let him. The gym, the football field, the cafeteria, the hallway during passing period. If you say yes, this man is taking FULL advantage of that consent.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything and everything. This man LOVES you with all his heart. Anything you do turns him on. If you even breathe the same air as him, he gets hard.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think the only thing that he wouldn't do would be anything that disrespects or hurts his partner.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes giving and receiving, but he prefers giving. He loves to feel the way his partner shakes and loves hearing their whines as he makes them cum.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'll go at whatever pace you ask, but if he's in a particular mood, girl, you better hold tf on because he's gonna take you to pound town.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes. The answer is yes. He will take you anywhere any chance he can get it. He loves to be intimate with his partner, mostly to let everyone know that they belong to him.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He usually likes to keep it simple, but if you ask him, I'm sure he won't mind trying something new. He would definitely take the risk of a pregnancy just to feel himself filling you up and marking you in a primal way that only HE can.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh honey, this man can go forever. That man is a big boy athlete and can go on, and on, and on, WELL after you've finished.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He'd probably use a vibrator on his partners clit while he ruts deep into them, maximizing their pleasure and his. He loves to hear the whimpers that you'd make, it just eggs him on even more.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a tease. Wally will edge you until you BEG for him to make you cum, drawing out your pleasure just to make you fucking EXPLODE. And he'll do it with a smile on his face.

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. Loud Asf. He wants the world to know how good you make him feel, and he'll let you know, too. He'll tell you things like, "fuckk, you're doing so good, baby." "Keep going, just like that," and so on.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Your first time with him is very romantic, he's got a bed set up, there's flowers and music, the whole package. There's nothing he won't do to make you feel comfortable.

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big boy. Big, big boy. I'm saying like 7-8 inches. He's both a grower AND a shower. He's 6 inches soft, which you can tell from the scenes with him wearing sweatpants.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like I said before, if he's horny, he'll let you know. And then he'll go until you tell him to stop. Wally LOVES you and is NOT afraid to let anyone and everyone know.

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on how long you let him go for, but he'll usually hold you close to him and rub your back until you fall asleep. He's a protector, so he won't sleep until he knows you're safe.

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hi there ! could i request a wally drabble where they’ve known each other since they were little and one night when they’re studying together they do things? it can be nsfw, with wally having experience from a fling of his (that got y/n jealous in the past) and uhhh. yeah. thank you!

Hey!!! Thanks for requesting this! I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy!!! ♡ My requests are always open! PLEASE 🙏 😭 I'm begging, if you have a request please send it!

Study Night Confessions

Wally Clark x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,719

NSFW!

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The evening was cool and quiet, a gentle breeze whispering through the leaves outside. Inside the small, cluttered room, books and papers lay scattered across the table, a silent testament to the hours Wally and Y/N had spent together. They had known each other since they were knee-high to a grasshopper, growing up in the same town, attending the same school, sharing the same dreams. They had always been close, but there was something different tonight, a charge in the air that neither could ignore.

Wally glanced up from his book, his eyes meeting hers. She sat across from him, chewing on the end of her pen, lost in thought. Her hair, usually a wild mess, was pulled back into a loose ponytail, revealing the faint freckles that danced across her nose and cheeks. The lamp cast a warm, golden light, making her look like she belonged on the pages of one of their favorite childhood stories. He took a deep breath, feeling his heart race in his chest. He had to tell her.

They had been studying for hours, the silence only broken by the occasional rustle of paper or the tick of the clock on the wall. The room was filled with the comforting scent of old books and the faint aroma of the coffee they had brewed earlier. Wally had always found something soothing about the way Y/N's mind worked, the way she could dissect a problem and solve it without breaking a sweat. But tonight, as he watched her, he found himself thinking about things that had nothing to do with homework.

The tension grew, a palpable force that made the air thick with unspoken words. Wally's hand hovered over his notes, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He had heard whispers about his past, about a summer fling that had left him with a bit more experience than she had. It was something she didn't know, something he had never wanted to bring between them. But he couldn't help feeling like it was eating away at him, like a secret he had to share before it consumed him entirely.

Finally, he found the courage to speak. "Y/N," he began, his voice low and hesitant. She looked up, her eyes wide with curiosity. He took a moment, gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right words. "There's something I need to tell you."

Her eyes searched his, looking for a clue, a hint of what was to come. The room seemed to shrink around them, the only sound the thundering of their hearts. Wally knew this was it, the moment that would change everything. He took another deep breath and continued, "I've liked you for a really long time." The words hung in the air, heavy and significant.

Y/N blinked, surprised. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a soft tremble.

Wally swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "I mean, I'm in love with you."

The confession hung between them like a delicate thread, vibrating with the weight of its meaning. Y/N's hand stilled on the paper, the pen hovering in mid-air. She looked at him, really looked at him, for what felt like the first time in forever. And then, she set the pen down, her eyes filling with a warmth that made Wally's heart soar.

"Wally," she whispered, "I think I love you too."

The world stopped spinning for a moment, frozen in the wake of her words. And then, as if released from an invisible cage, Wally felt his heart race even faster. He pushed his chair back and moved towards her, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. She leaned into his touch, her eyes searching his, looking for reassurance.

He knew then that this was it, the moment he had dreamed of for so long. He leaned in, their faces so close that he could feel her breath on his skin. And then, as if pulled by an invisible force, their lips met. The kiss was soft, tentative, filled with the promise of so much more.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as the years of friendship melded into something new. They broke apart, gasping for air, their eyes locked. Wally could feel the heat rising in him, a fire that had been smoldering for far too long. He knew that tonight was the night, the night where everything would change.

And as they moved closer, their bodies brushing against each other, the tension that had been simmering for so long finally snapped. Wally's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight embrace, their kiss deepening with each passing moment. His hands slid down to the small of her back, pressing her closer, as if trying to meld their very souls together.

Y/N's hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his shirt. She knew that this was real, that the feelings she had been burying for so long were finally coming to the surface. The thought of it terrified her and exhilarated her all at once.

They stumbled backward, the chair scraping against the floor, until they were standing in the center of the room. Wally's hands moved to her face, cupping her cheeks gently, his thumbs tracing the line of her jaw. He kissed her again, this time with a passion that left her breathless, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her.

Her eyes searched his, questioning, and he nodded, confirming the unspoken question in her gaze. He took her hand and led her to his bed, their hearts racing in unison. The softness of the comforter was a stark contrast to the fire that burned within them. He laid her down, his eyes never leaving hers, and began to undo the buttons of her blouse.

With trembling fingers, he revealed her soft, bare skin, the sight of it making his breath catch in his throat. He leaned down to kiss her neck, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. His experience from the past whispered to him, guiding his actions, but it was the raw emotion in her eyes that truly directed him.

He pulled away, just enough to remove his own shirt. The sight of his bare chest made Y/N's heart skip a beat. The moonlight danced across his skin, casting shadows that highlighted the contours of his muscles. He was beautiful, she thought, and she felt a surge of desire so intense it was almost overwhelming.

Wally's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation. But all he saw was want, a mirror to his own feelings. He leaned down again, his lips finding hers, their kisses growing more frantic, more desperate as they shed their clothes.

The coolness of the room washed over their bare skin, sending shivers down their spines. His hands explored her body, learning every curve and plane as if he had never seen her before. Y/N's breath hitched as his tongue brushed over her nipple, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to her core. She arched into his touch, her hands roaming over his back, feeling the tension in his muscles.

Their bodies intertwined, a tapestry of limbs and sighs. Wally took his time, savoring every moment, every sensation. He knew he had more experience than her, but it was her reactions, her unbridled passion, that guided him. He kissed his way down her body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

He reached the edge of her panties and paused, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded, her cheeks flushed, her breath shallow. He slipped them off, revealing the soft, damp heat of her sex. He took a moment to admire her, the way she was laid bare before him, offering herself completely.

Wally's hand slid down, his fingers teasing her folds. He felt her tense, her muscles tightening around him, and he knew she was ready. He slid a finger inside her, watching her eyes widen, her back arch. She was wet, so wet for him, and he couldn't wait any longer.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his heart hammering in his chest. He pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size, feeling her warmth envelop him. Her nails dug into his back, a silent plea for more, and he obliged, moving in and out with a steady rhythm.

Their breaths mingled, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Y/N's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. He kissed her again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips. She moaned into his mouth, her body tightening around him as she approached her peak.

Wally felt the pressure building, the familiar tightness in his gut that signaled his climax was near. But he held back, focusing on her, on the way she felt, on the noises she made. He wanted to make her come first, wanted to show her that this was more than just sex, that it was a declaration of love and commitment.

Her breath grew ragged, her hips bucking against his, seeking release. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. Her eyes rolled back, a keening sound escaping her lips as she came apart, her body shuddering with pleasure.

And then it was his turn, the dam breaking as he let go, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He buried his face in her neck, his breath hot against her skin, as he emptied himself into her. They lay there, panting, their hearts beating in time with each other's, their bodies still connected.

The room was silent, save for the sound of their breathing and the rustling of the curtains in the breeze. Wally pulled out, his arms still shaking from the intensity of their love-making. He rolled onto his side, pulling her into his embrace.

They lay there, skin to skin, hearts racing, the tension of years of unspoken feelings finally dissipating into the night air. The world outside had continued to turn, but in that moment, all that mattered was the two of them, entwined in the warm cocoon of Wally's bed, finally admitting what they had both known for so long.

my request is for a Wally drabble where there is a lot of angst and tension cause they aren’t together yet and the prompts is request are 21 and 36

and maybe possibly if there’s nsfw it could be J

appreciate you !!!

Omg! Thank you so much!! You're my first request!! 💓 I kinda got excited and might've gotten a lil carried away, but here ya go!

Movies & Polaroids 🎬📸

Wally Clark x fem!reader

NSFW!!

Word count: 2,214 (oops 👀)

21. "Wait a minute, are you jealous?"

36. "God, you're cute" "You think I'm cute?"

J. Masturbation

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"Come on, Wally, you're taking forever!" Becky complained, poking her head into the garage. "We're gonna miss the first half of the movie if you don't hurry up!"

"Just one more screw," Wally grunted, his voice muffled by the engine of the '67 Chevelle he was tinkering with. His hands were smeared with grease and sweat, and his heart raced with excitement. It wasn't just the anticipation of the new sci-fi flick at the drive-in—though that was a big part of it—it was the fact that he'd be seeing y/n there, the girl he'd had a crush on since the dawn of time. Or at least since middle school.

The garage was a mess, but to Wally, it was a sanctuary. Posters of cars and rock bands lined the walls, and tools hung neatly from pegboards. The smell of gasoline and oil mixed with the faint scent of Becky's perfume wafting in from the doorway. She was y/n's best friend, a constant in his life, but tonight, she was just a hurdle to clear before he could see the girl of his dreams.

"What's the big deal?" Wally called out, his voice echoing in the cavernous space. "It's just y/n. You guys see each other every day at school anyway."

Becky rolled her eyes and stepped into the garage, her platform heels clacking against the concrete floor. She knew better than to argue with Wally when he had his heart set on something. "You're the one who's acting like a lovesick puppy," she teased, waving her hand in front of her nose to ward off the fumes.

Wally stood up, wiping his hands on an even greasier rag. "I'm not lovesick," he protested, his cheeks flushing. "I just... I don't know. She's different, you know?"

"Different from what?" Becky challenged, crossing her arms over her chest. "Different from the posters of half-naked girls plastered all over your bedroom wall?"

Wally shot her a glare. "Those are art, Becky. This is...real." He paused, searching for the right words. "Y/n's got this...this light, you know? And she's not just pretty, she's...interesting."

Becky laughed. "Interesting, huh? That's a new one." She tossed him a clean shirt. "You're just saying that because she doesn't throw herself at you like the others do."

Wally caught the shirt, his eyes lingering on Becky's smug expression. "You don't get it," he muttered, pulling the shirt over his head.

"I get it," she said with a knowing smile. "You're jealous."

Wally froze, his hand still on the shirt. "What? Jealous of what?"

"Of anyone who gets to spend time with her, obviously," Becky said with a smirk. "You want her all to yourself."

Wally's heart skipped a beat. Jealous? He'd never thought of it that way before, but as the word hung in the air, he realized it was true. The thought of y/n with anyone else made his stomach twist in knots. But was it really jealousy, or was it something more?

"Come on," Becky said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door. "We're gonna be late."

He allowed himself to be dragged out of the garage, his thoughts racing. Jealousy was a powerful emotion, and one he wasn't used to feeling. It was going to be a long night.

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The drive to the drive-in was a blur of neon lights and honking horns. The 80s were in full swing, and the streets of their small town were alive with the sounds of music and laughter. Wally's mind was a million miles away, replaying every moment he'd shared with y/n. The way she'd looked at him in math class when he'd solved that impossible problem. The shy smile she'd given him when he'd held the door open. The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her favorite book.

When they finally pulled into the packed parking lot, Wally's nerves were strung tighter than the guitar strings at a Van Halen concert. He spotted y/n's car almost immediately—a candy apple red Corvette that was the envy of every guy at school. His stomach flipped as he realized she'd come alone. Maybe, just maybe, tonight was the night.

"There she is," Becky said, nodding towards the Corvette. "Looks like she's saving a spot for you."

Wally swallowed hard. "I'm not so sure," he said, trying to keep the hope out of his voice.

They parked next to y/n, and Wally took a deep breath before climbing out of the car. He could see her silhouette in the driver's seat, the glow of a cigarette casting a warm light on her features. She looked up as they approached, and their eyes met. Wally felt his heart stutter in his chest.

"Hey," she said, her voice low and husky. "You guys made it."

"Hi," Wally managed to croak out, his throat suddenly dry. "How's it going?"

Y/n shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Just waiting for the movie to start."

They talked awkwardly for a few minutes, the air thick with tension. Wally's mind was racing with what-ifs and maybes. What if he just told her how he felt? What if she laughed in his face? What if she said she felt the same way?

But before he could say anything, Becky chimed in. "You know, Wally's been working on his car all day just so he could impress you," she said with a wink.

Wally's cheeks burned. "Shut up, Becky," he muttered.

Y/n looked over at him, her eyes widening. "Is that true?"

"It's no big deal," he said, trying to play it cool.

"No, it is," she said, her voice sincere. "That's really sweet."

Sweet? He'd never thought of himself as sweet before. He felt a strange warmth spread through his chest. Maybe, just maybe, she did like him.

As they walked towards the snack bar, Becky shot him a look. "See?" she whispered. "You're totally jealous."

Wally didn't reply. He was too busy trying to keep his cool around y/n. But deep down, he knew Becky was right. He was jealous of anyone who had the chance to be close to her. And he'd do anything to be the one she looked at like that.

As the night grew darker and the movie played on the massive outdoor screen, Wally couldn't shake the feeling that y/n was watching him. Every time he glanced over, she'd be looking away, as if she'd been caught in the act. His mind filled with fantasies of what could happen if he just had the courage to make a move.

After Becky fell asleep in the back seat, Wally couldn't take it anymore. He excused himself, saying he had to grab something from his car. His heart pounding, he grabbed the Polaroid of y/n that he'd taken of her that week. It was a candid shot of her in a bikini at the beach, her hair blowing in the wind and her eyes closed in laughter. He'd been carrying it around with him like a secret treasure, touching it when he was alone and letting his imagination run wild.

In the privacy of his car, parked a few rows away, he took the picture out and studied it, his breath hitching. He could almost feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair. He leaned back, his hand sliding down his pants, his arousal growing as he thought of her. He closed his eyes and began to stroke himself, the image of her smiling face etched in his mind

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But he wasn't as alone as he thought.

The sound of the door opening startled him, and he nearly jumped out of his seat. Y/n slid into the passenger side, her eyes on the picture in his hand. "What's this?" she asked, her voice quiet but firm.

Wally's face burned with embarrassment. He'd been caught red-handed—literally. "It's nothing," he said, trying to tuck it away. "Just...just a picture."

"A picture of me," she said, taking it from his hand. "Why do you have this, Wally?"

He couldn't look at her. "I...I don't know," he mumbled. "I just...I think you're beautiful."

The silence in the car was deafening, the sound of his own racing heart the only noise he could hear. He braced himself for her to slap him, to scream, to get out and run away. But she didn't. Instead, she leaned closer, her breath hot against his neck. "God, you're cute," she murmured.

Wally's eyes snapped open, his heart pounding in his chest. "You think I'm cute?"

Y/n smirked, taking a drag of her cigarette. "You think I'm not aware of what you've been doing over here?" She exhaled a cloud of smoke, her eyes never leaving his. "I've seen the way you look at me, Wally."

He didn't know what to say, his thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and desire.

"But why are you hiding?" she continued. "Why don't you just tell me how you feel?"

Wally's hand stilled, his eyes meeting hers. "Because...because I'm afraid," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm afraid of losing you. Of messing things up."

Y/n reached over and placed her hand on his, stopping his frantic movements. "You're not going to mess things up," she said softly. "Not if we do it together."

With those words, the dam broke. Wally couldn't believe what was happening. He leaned in, his heart racing, and kissed her. It was a clumsy, desperate kiss, fueled by years of longing. But y/n didn't pull away. Instead, she kissed him back, her hand sliding up to cradle his face.

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent. Wally fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, his hands trembling with excitement. The fabric fell away, revealing the lacy bra she wore underneath. He traced the outline of her breast with his thumb, feeling her nipple harden against his touch. Y/n moaned, pressing herself against him, her own hands busy unbuckling his belt.

They moved to the back of the car, the vinyl seats sticking to their skin as they kissed and explored each other. Wally felt like he was in a dream—or maybe a scene from one of the steamy romance novels he'd snuck a peek at in the bookstore. The scent of her perfume filled his nose, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that only heightened his arousal.

Y/n straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips, her bare skin against his. Wally could feel the heat of her, the softness of her thighs as they gripped him tightly. He reached up, cupping her breasts in his hands, feeling the weight of them, the nipples peaked and sensitive. She threw her head back, her hair cascading around them like a curtain, blocking out the rest of the world.

Her hips began to move, rocking gently against him. He could feel himself straining against the fabric of his jeans, desperate for release. He slid his hand down, slipping it under her skirt, finding the dampness waiting for him. Y/n's breath hitched as he touched her, her eyes fluttering closed.

Their kisses grew more frantic as they undressed each other, the air thick with need. The sound of their breathing and the rustling of clothes was the only sound in the quiet night. Wally could feel her heat, her wetness, and it was all he could do to hold back

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When they were both naked, y/n leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently before guiding him to her entrance. Wally's breath caught in his throat as he pushed into her, feeling her tightness wrap around him like a warm, wet glove.

Their rhythm grew faster, their breaths mingling as they moved together. Y/n's nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moons of pleasure-pain on his skin. Wally could feel the tension coiling in his gut, ready to explode.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the world. The neon lights of the drive-in flickered outside the windows, casting a rainbow of colors across their sweat-slicked bodies. The movie played on in the background, forgotten in the face of their passion.

Wally felt himself reaching the edge, the pressure building until it was unbearable. He didn't want it to end, but he couldn't hold back. He bucked his hips up into her, driving deep, feeling her tighten around him as she climaxed. It was all he needed to let go, the world spinning out of control as he came, his vision white-hot with pleasure.

They collapsed against each other, panting and spent. The silence was broken only by the distant sound of a car engine and the rustle of the wind through the trees.

For a moment, they just held each other, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. Then y/n spoke, her voice soft and shaky. "Wally, that was..."

He kissed her again, cutting off her words. "I know," he murmured. "It was perfect."

And as they lay there, tangled in each other's arms, Wally realized that this was the start of something beautiful.

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Prompt list you can request from

1. "I love you, but please stop whatever it is you're doing"

2. "STOP BEING SO CUTE, IT'S NOT FAIR"

3. "You're an idiot." "Yeah, but I'm your idiot"

4. "Make me"

5. "You make me so unbelievably happy"

6. "You didn't call, you didn't next, nothing"

7. "You know we're meant to be"

8. "you're seriously like a man-child"

9. "It was a joke, baby. I swear"

10. "mine"

11. "Are you even listening to me?"

12. "Is that my shirt?"

13. " You're kinda cute, you know... only kinda"

14. "Just marry me already "

15. "It's too cold! Come back"

16. "Gimme a kiss, my love"

17. "Hold my hand" "what?" "just hold it"

18. "Can we get a dog?" "We have a dog" "I know, I want another"

19. "She did it! "No he did!"

20. "Oh shut up and kiss me already"

21. "Wait a minute, are you jealous?"

22. "I never thought I'd find a love like this"

23. "Leave me alone, the only thing I'm embarrassed by is your lame attempt at being cute!"

24. "Baby, please let me in. I'm sorry"

25. "Too bad, baby. You're stuck with me"

26. "You're honestly really freaking cute when you're jealous"

27. "Can I kiss you?"

28. "Wait, you're leaving already?"

29. "Why am I always the one carrying you?"

30. "f okay, what are you doing in a Spider-Man onesie, in my bedroom?"

31. "You make me feel safe"

32. "PILLOW FIGHT"

33. "God, you're beautiful. My pretty girl"

34. "No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for the day!"

35. I had a rough day, and all I want right now is to cuddle with my partner

36. "God, you're cute" "You think I'm cute?"

37. "You're legally obligated to keep holding me"

38. "Sweet girl. Am I your lock screen?" "You weren't supposed to see that"

39. "Do you like it?"

40. "I've never seen you so nervous"

41. "In our defense, we were left unsupervised"

42. "I can't help it, you're fun to mess with"

43. " Don't shut me out, please"

44. "Stay away from me"

45. "I saw that. You totally just checked me out"

46. "I literally cannot say no to you. It's impossible"

47. "Forgive me, please. I need you"

48. "Hey-- look at me. You can talk to me*

49. "Did you just flinch away from me?"

50. "Do it. I dare you"

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Authors Note: I can make a fic using the entire SFW and/or the NFSW alphabet if requested! Just say the characters name! ♡

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SFW Alphabet (available for any character)

A - Affection (how affectionate are they)

B - Body (what's their favorite part of your body?)

C - Cuddles (do they cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

D - Dates (what dates with them would be like)

E - Equal (do they prefer to be more in control or laid-back in the relationship?)

F - Future (What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?)

G - Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

H - Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)

I- I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)

J - Jealousy (how jealous are they?)

K - Kisses (how do they kiss?)

L - Love language (how do they show their love?)

M - Mornings (what are mornings with them like?)

N - Nights (what are nights with them like?)

O - Obvious (How obvious do they make it that they like you?)

P - Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Q - Quizzes (how much do they remember about you?)

R - Rhythm (what songs reminds you of them?)

S - Security (how protective are they?)

T - Try (how much effort do they put into the relationship?)

U - Ugly (what's a bad habit of theirs?)

V - Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

W - Whole (do they feel incomplete without you?)

X - Xtra (random headcannon)

Y - Yuck (something they don't like)

Z - Zzzz (sleeping habits)

NSFW Alphabet (available for any character)

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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The Fall – Y/N’s POV

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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The days blurred together.

Since Wally’s death, it felt like time had become something cruel—stretching endlessly while slipping through my fingers all at once. Every morning was the same: waking up exhausted, dragging myself to school, forcing myself through classes like a ghost haunting the halls, and retreating to my storage room the moment I could.

But even that wasn’t helping anymore.

I'd started spending more time there than anywhere else, curled up against the cold walls, pressing Wally’s old jacket against my face just to remember what he smelled like. Some days, I swore I could still hear his laugh in the empty hallways, a phantom echo of something I could never get back.

And now, months later, I was just tired.

I didn’t know why I'd come to practice today. Maybe because Claire kept asking me, maybe because I thought if I just moved for a while, I'd feel something again.

It was the same routine, the same cheers, the same stifling weight pressing down on my chest. I went through the motions, clapping when I was supposed to, calling out counts, but my heart wasn’t in it. Nothing was.

“Alright, last pyramid before we break,” Claire called, clapping her hands. “Let’s make it solid, people.”

I barely heard her.

I moved into position, forcing myself to focus as the girls around me adjusted. The base cheerleaders braced themselves, and I watched as the flyer—a petite sophomore—climbed up, her arms steady, her balance sure.

Just like it had been a hundred times before.

Just like it always was.

Then, something went wrong.

Maybe someone lost their footing, maybe the timing was off—I would never really know. But in an instant, the flyer wobbled at the top of the stunt, her arms pinwheeling, her body tilting at the wrong angle—

And then she fell.

I didn’t have time to react, barely even had time to think.

One second, I was standing there, blinking up at the girl—

The next, everything went black.

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When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the gym floor.

At first, everything was hazy. The fluorescent lights above flickered strangely, like they weren’t quite real, and the air felt colder than it had any right to be.

Then I noticed the people standing around me.

My breath caught in my throat.

Two people I didn't recognize, a teacher and a student.

And one person I did. Wally.

My heart stopped, and suddenly, I was awake.

I scrambled up, sitting bolt upright, my breath coming in fast, shallow gasps.

Wally knelt beside me, his face unreadable, but his eyes—God, his eyes.

“Hey, it's okay. It's okay, baby,” he said softly.

The sound of his voice—his actual voice—sent a tremor through me.

My hands shook as I looked at him, at the boy I had spent months grieving, at the boy I had lost.

My boy

“…Wally?”

His throat bobbed, but he nodded. “Yeah. I’m here.”

Tears burned at the edges of my vision. “But—” I looked around wildly, my head spinning. “But I—I was at practice. The flyer—she fell, and then—”

I stopped.

My stomach dropped.

Wally didn’t say anything.

Neither did the other two people.

The others exchanged a look, but Wally was the one who spoke. “Baby, breathe.”

My breath caught in my throat.

It took me a second to remember—cheer practice, the last pyramid, the flyer losing balance—

And then the fall.

I swallowed hard. “But I—I was just there. I should be—” I looked at Wally again, my voice almost pleading. “I should be fine.”

His throat bobbed. “I know.”

The weight of it settled in my chest.

I wasn’t.

I was here.

Just like him.

Just like them.

A sharp breath left my lungs, and I shook my head again, running my hands over my arms like that would somehow make this real. “This doesn’t make sense. This can’t be happening.”

Wally took a step forward, slow, careful. “I know it’s a lot.”

“A lot?” A broken laugh left my lips. “I—” I swallowed, pressing a hand to my forehead. “I don’t know what to do.”

Wally hesitated for half a second before reaching out, his fingers brushing mine. When I didn’t pull away, he took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now.”

I let out a slow, unsteady breath, staring down at where his hand covered mine. His touch was warm, familiar, grounding.

It didn’t fix anything.

But it helped.

“I was just starting to feel… normal again,” I admitted quietly. “Or at least something close to it.” I swallowed hard. “And now—” His thumb gently rubbed away a tear from my cheek.

“You don’t have to go through this alone.”

I looked up at him.

His gaze was steady, reassuring. Real.

For months, I had spent every day aching for just a second more with him, just a moment where he was still here, where he hadn’t been ripped away from me.

And now, somehow, impossibly—he was.

Not in the way I wanted.

Not in the way I would’ve chosen.

But still.

I squeezed his hand, exhaling shakily. “…Okay.”

A small, knowing smile crossed his lips. “Okay.”

For the first time since I woke up, I felt like maybe—just maybe—I wouldn’t have to figure this out alone.

The Truth – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.23

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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The summer air was thick with warmth, the scent of pine and lake water settling around us as I sat on the hood of my truck, tossing my football absentmindedly in my hands.

Y/N sat beside me, her legs crossed, her fingers tracing the condensation on her slushie cup. We’d spent nearly every night like this lately—just existing together, trying to rebuild what had been shattered.

But tonight, something was different.

Y/N had been fidgeting, glancing at me every so often like she was holding something back. Finally, she sucked in a breath and let it out, turning toward me.

“I ran into someone a few days ago,” she said carefully.

I stopped tossing the ball, resting it against my knee. “Yeah?”

She hesitated. “That girl from the diner.”

My stomach twisted slightly, but I kept my face neutral. “Oh.”

Y/N wet her lips. “She told me something.”

I tilted my head. “What’s that?”

“She said…” Y/N’s fingers gripped the edge of the hood. “She said you were actually talking about me that night.”

My chest tightened, but I stayed quiet.

“She told me you had to leave soon because you had plans with me.”

Silence stretched between us.

Finally, I sighed, setting the football aside and looking her in the eye. “Yeah,” I admitted. “I did.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “You did?”

I nodded. “After practice that night, I was coming to see you.”

She blinked at me, her eyes glistening under the glow of the streetlamp.

“I had something for you,” I continued, reaching into my pocket. “Something I never got the chance to give you.”

I pulled out a small, slightly worn box and flipped it open.

Inside, nestled in soft velvet, was a delicate silver ring.

Y/N gasped softly, her hand covering her mouth.

“It’s a promise ring,” I said quietly. “I bought it weeks before… before everything. I was gonna surprise you that night, take you out, tell you what you already knew.”

Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper. “What’s that?”

I exhaled, then suddenly slid off the hood of my truck, landing on the pavement in front of her.

And then, to her absolute shock—

I dropped to one knee.

Y/N let out a strangled noise, her eyes wide. “Wally—”

“Y/N L/N,” I said, straight-faced but eyes full of mischief, “I was gonna do this months ago, but you kinda broke my heart, so I had to reschedule.”

Her mouth parted, emotions warring on her face—shock, guilt, and something deeper, warmer.

I smirked slightly, holding up the ring between my fingers.

“But,” I continued, “since you’ve spent all summer proving that you might just deserve me again, I figured I’d give you the chance to redeem yourself.”

Y/N let out a half-laugh, half-sob, her hands trembling. “Wally…”

I softened, my smirk fading into something more sincere.

“This ring always belonged to you,” I said. “And if you want it… it’s yours.”

Y/N swallowed thickly, blinking down at me as a tear slipped down her cheek.

Then, without hesitation, she reached out, cupping my face between her hands before pulling me into a fierce, desperate kiss.

I melted into her instantly, my fingers slipping against her cheek, my heart pounding against my ribs.

When we finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against mine.

“I love you,” she whispered. “And I swear—I swear—I’ll never doubt you again.”

I smiled, brushing my thumb over her cheek.

“You better not,” I teased. “I don’t know if I’d propose to you twice.”

She let out a wet laugh, then held out her hand.

I slipped the ring onto her finger, my chest tightening as it settled perfectly where it belonged.

Y/N looked at it for a long moment before grinning, wiping her eyes. “You know this is basically a marriage proposal, right?”

I shrugged, standing up and pulling her into my arms. “Guess that means you’re stuck with me.”

Y/N let out a breathless laugh, hugging me tightly.

And as I held her there, beneath the summer stars, I knew—

We had finally found our way back home.

Rebuilding – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.23

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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The drive home was quiet.

Not uncomfortable. Not tense. Just… quiet.

Y/N sat beside me in the passenger seat, fingers tracing idle patterns against her jeans. Every now and then, I could feel her looking at me, but she didn’t say anything. Didn’t push.

And honestly? I didn’t know how to feel about that.

Part of me had expected more—some grand plea, a desperate apology, something that would take away the ache in my chest. But instead, she had just sat there, letting me be.

And weirdly… it helped.

It wasn’t a quick fix. It wasn’t some magic answer that made everything suddenly fine. But it was something.

I pulled into her driveway, shifting the truck into park.

Still, neither of us moved.

Finally, Y/N sighed, turning to face me.

“I don’t expect things to go back to normal overnight,” she admitted, voice quiet. “And I know I have to earn your trust back.”

I swallowed hard, gripping the steering wheel. “Yeah. You do.”

She nodded, like she had already come to terms with that.

“But I’m willing to wait,” she said softly. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to prove to you that I won’t walk away again.”

I stared at her for a long moment, the streetlights casting shadows across her face.

I wanted to believe her.

And a part of me did.

But another part—the part that still remembered the way she had looked at me that night, like she had already made up her mind, like nothing I said mattered—

That part was scared.

“Okay,” I finally said.

Her breath hitched. “Okay?”

I exhaled, nodding. “We try. But slowly.”

A small, hopeful smile tugged at her lips. “Slowly.”

She hesitated, like she wasn’t sure if she should reach for me again.

This time, I was the one to close the distance.

Not a kiss. Not some big, dramatic gesture.

Just my fingers brushing over hers, a quiet promise that we weren’t completely broken.

That maybe, just maybe—

We could put the pieces back together.

Y/N squeezed my hand lightly before letting go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked, her voice laced with something fragile.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She gave me one last soft look before slipping out of the truck, disappearing into her house.

And for the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe again.

Maybe this wasn’t the end.

Maybe it was just the beginning.

Late-Night Diner – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.22

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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The diner was quieter than usual when I pushed open the door.

A few stragglers were scattered in booths, and the radio hummed softly in the background, an old song from the ‘70s barely cutting through the low chatter.

I felt Y/N hesitate at my side, like she was rethinking this already.

Like maybe walking onto the field had been easier than sitting across from me in the place we used to come to all the time.

Too bad, I thought.

She had been the one to say she was wrong.

She had asked for this chance.

Now, she had to follow through.

I led us to a booth in the corner, the one we used to sit in before everything.

When we slid in, Y/N kept her hands folded in her lap, eyes flicking around the room like she couldn’t figure out where to land them.

I let the silence hang.

Let it stretch as I picked up the menu, even though I already knew what I was ordering.

Y/N exhaled slowly, shifting slightly. “Are you gonna say anything?”

I looked up, meeting her eyes. “I’m waiting.”

Her brows furrowed. “For what?”

My voice was steady. “For you to say whatever it is you came here to say.”

She flinched like the weight of it hit all at once. Like she hadn’t fully considered what this moment would be like—sitting across from me, face-to-face, no running away this time.

I just waited.

Because this was her mess to clean up.

Finally, she swallowed and lifted her gaze to meet mine.

“I hurt you,” she said softly.

My throat tightened, but I nodded. “Yeah. You did.”

She inhaled sharply. “And I don’t think there’s anything I can say to take that back.”

“Probably not,” I admitted.

Her fingers clenched in her lap. “I should’ve believed you.”

I studied her, my grip tightening on the menu.

“You should have,” I agreed.

The words hung between us, raw and real.

Y/N let out a shaky breath. “I don’t even know how to explain why I didn’t.”

My jaw clenched. “Try.”

She winced but nodded.

“I think…I think I was scared,” she admitted quietly. “Not just of the idea of you cheating, but of how much it would’ve hurt me if it were true. And instead of facing that, I just—I ran.”

I stared at her, heart hammering.

Because that was the thing about Y/N—she was stubborn as hell, but she didn’t always know how to stay when things got messy.

She panicked.

Bolted.

And this time, she had bolted from me.

She swallowed hard. “But it wasn’t true. And I should’ve given you the chance to prove that.”

I leaned back, running a hand through my hair. “You really should’ve.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “Do you think you can ever forgive me?”

I let the question settle, weighing the ache in my chest.

The betrayal.

The anger.

The love.

Finally, I exhaled. “I want to.”

Her lips parted slightly, hope flickering across her face.

“But it’s not something I can just do overnight, Y/N,” I admitted. “I spent weeks trying to figure out what I did wrong—what I could’ve said to stop you from walking away.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t look away.

I shook my head. “I don’t wanna go through that again.”

She reached across the table then, hesitating before placing her hand over mine.

The touch was tentative, like she wasn’t sure if he’d pull away.

I didn’t.

“I swear to you,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I will never do that to you again.”

I searched her face, feeling the weight of those words settle deep.

I didn’t know if we could just snap back to how things were.

Didn’t know if I could trust that promise fully.

But I wanted to.

And maybe—just maybe—that was enough.

For now.

I turned my palm over, gripping her hand.

Y/N let out a shaky breath, squeezing back.

And in that quiet moment, with the hum of the radio and the distant clatter of dishes in the background—

I realized I wasn’t ready to let her go.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

Aftershock – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.21

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The moment I stepped off the field, hand in Y/N’s, the world snapped back into focus.

Coach was fuming.

My teammates were staring, a mix of shock, curiosity, and relief thick in the air.

And I knew—knew the second I hit the locker room, I'd get ripped apart for walking off mid-practice, for letting my personal life explode onto the field.

But right now?

I didn’t care.

Because Y/N was still gripping my hand like she was afraid I’d disappear, her breath still uneven, her fingers cold against my own.

Because my chest still felt tight, my heart still unsteady from the weight of everything.

Because even though I wanted to be angry—

I had missed her too much.

We didn’t say anything as we crossed the field, barely hearing the way Coach’s yelling turned into distant background noise.

It wasn’t until we hit the bleachers—until we were tucked in the shadow of the empty stands, away from the eyes of the team—that I stopped.

Turned to her.

Let go of her hand.

She looked up at me, eyes searching, like she was bracing for whatever came next.

For a long moment, I just stared.

At the girl who had wrecked me.

At the girl who still made my heart trip over itself.

At the girl who had just put herself directly in the line of fire because she couldn’t take it anymore.

My girl

I exhaled sharply. “You can’t do stuff like that, Y/N.”

Her breath caught. “I know.”

“You walked onto the field—” my voice wavered, the panic from earlier still gripping my ribs. “Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if they had snapped the ball? If someone hit you?”

Her face crumpled. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you weren’t,” I snapped, then immediately cursed under my breath, scrubbing a hand down my face. “Jesus.”

Her shoulders curled in slightly, like she was preparing for me to tell her to leave.

And maybe a part of me thought I should.

But the other part—the part that had spent every day aching for her, that had spent every night staring at my ceiling, missing her—

That part couldn’t let her go.

“Say it again,” I muttered.

She blinked. “What?”

My voice was hoarse. “That you were wrong.”

Her eyes softened, even as fresh guilt flickered in them.

“I was wrong,” she whispered.

I let out a slow, unsteady breath, nodding once.

Then—

Before I could second-guess myself—

I reached for her again.

This time, I cupped her face, brushing my thumbs gently over her cheekbones, grounding myself in the warmth of her skin.

Her breath stuttered.

“I wanted to hate you,” I admitted quietly. “After that night, I tried to hate you.”

Her fingers curled around my wrists, holding on like she was afraid I’d slip away.

“But I couldn’t,” my said, voice raw. “I still can’t.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “Wally—”

I shook my head. “I’m not saying it’s fixed. I’m not saying we can just go back to how it was.”

She nodded, swallowing hard. “I know.”

“But I can’t pretend I don’t love you.”

A choked sound escaped her, like she was barely holding it together.

Like she wanted to say it back but didn’t know if she deserved to.

So I gave her a way out.

A test.

“Come to the diner with me,” I murmured.

Her brows furrowed. “What?”

“Tonight,” I clarified. “Come with me. Talk to me.”

She exhaled shakily. “And if I do?”

My fingers tightened slightly on her face, my stomach twisting as I searched her gaze.

“Then maybe we start over.”

She stared at me, lips parted, eyes wide.

Then—slowly, carefully—she nodded.

And for the first time since it all fell apart, I felt like maybe, just maybe—

We had a chance.

Collision Course – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.20

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The second I crouched into position, ready for the snap, the world around me blurred into focus.

Tunnel vision.

The defensive line shifted, muscles coiled, waiting for the play to explode.

Then—

Gasps. Shouts.

A figure stepping directly in front of me.

The ball never snapped.

My entire body locked up as my brain scrambled to process what I was seeing.

Y/N.

Standing right in front of me, on the damn field, looking up at me with wide, desperate eyes.

The weight of the moment crashed down, wiping out every single thought except—

What the hell is she doing?

“Clark!” Coach’s furious bellow barely registered.

The other players stood frozen, stunned into silence.

I barely heard them.

My breath was caught somewhere between panic and disbelief.

Because Y/N wasn’t moving.

Wasn’t speaking.

She was just standing there, staring at me, her chest rising and falling like she had run all the way here.

I yanked off my helmet, heart hammering. “Y/N, what the hell—”

“I was wrong.”

Her voice was shaky, barely above a whisper.

But it was enough.

Enough to send my stomach twisting, enough to make my entire body go rigid.

Because I had waited to hear those words.

Had prayed—begged—for her to come back, to tell me that she knew I didn’t do it.

But she never did.

And now, when I was finally starting to push through the wreckage—she was here.

On the field.

Stopping everything.

The team was staring.

The coaches were yelling.

But all I could see was her.

My jaw clenched. “You can’t be here.”

She flinched but didn’t move. “I had to.”

My grip on my helmet tightened. “Why? So you could tell me now? After you left me standing in the street, begging you to listen?”

Pain flashed in her eyes, her breath hitching. “I should’ve listened.”

I exhaled sharply, shoving a hand through my hair. My body was still wired from practice, still thrumming with too much emotion.

“You broke me, Y/N.” The words came out low, rough. “Do you get that?”

Her bottom lip trembled. “I do.”

No hesitation.

No excuse.

Just that raw, unfiltered regret.

It nearly killed me.

Because as much as I wanted to hold onto my anger—

As much as I wanted to tell her she didn’t get to do this—

I still loved her.

I didn’t know if I could stop.

My teammates shifted uncomfortably, waiting for something to happen.

Coach was still shouting, but it was just noise now.

I swallowed hard. “Why now?”

She inhaled sharply, shoulders straightening like she was trying to hold herself together. “Because I couldn’t stand being without you.”

My breath caught.

“I thought I was protecting myself,” she whispered. “But all I did was ruin the best thing that ever happened to me.”

My heart twisted violently.

She was saying everything I had wanted to hear—everything I had needed to hear.

But after all the pain, after the nights I spent trying to convince myself she wasn’t coming back—

Was it enough?

The air between us crackled.

A silent, desperate question hung there, waiting for me to answer.

Coach’s whistle shrieked.

“Clark, get off my damn field if you’re gonna keep standing there!”

My fingers twitched around my helmet.

I could turn around. Walk away.

Or—

I could let her back in.

I could take the risk.

My chest rose and fell, my heart hammering like a drum.

Then—

I dropped my helmet.

And in one step, I was in front of her.

Her eyes went wide just as I pulled her in.

It wasn’t a kiss. It wasn’t even a word.

It was just me, holding onto her, my face buried against her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her body against mine.

Y/N broke—I felt it in the way her hands clutched my jersey, the way she shook against me, the way she whispered, “I’m so sorry,” over and over again.

The team went silent.

But I didn’t care.

Because for the first time in days—

I could breathe again.

The Truth – Y/N’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.19

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By the fourth day, I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in my gut.

I had spent the past few days convincing myself I made the right choice, that I had seen enough, that I knew what had happened.

But that doubt—that awful, creeping doubt—was sinking its claws deeper.

I needed answers.

So I found myself outside the diner, arms wrapped around myself against the crisp evening air, heart pounding.

I didn’t even know what I was looking for—maybe just some kind of confirmation, something to solidify what I already believed.

Or maybe… maybe I was hoping to be wrong.

The bell above the door jingled as I stepped inside, the warm smell of coffee and fried food wrapping around me. A few customers lingered in booths, but my eyes zeroed in on the girl from that night—Scott’s cousin.

The girl who had unknowingly shattered everything.

She was sitting alone at the counter, stirring her milkshake absentmindedly.

I took a breath, steeling myself, then approached.

“Hey.”

The girl blinked up at her, brows furrowing. “Uh—hey?”

I hesitated, feeling suddenly stupid for even being here. “You probably don’t know who I am, but I—um, I saw you outside the diner the other night. With Wally.”

Recognition flickered in the girl’s eyes, followed by immediate guilt. “Oh my God, you’re his girlfriend.”

My stomach clenched. “Was his girlfriend.”

The girl winced. “Oh… Oh no.”

I inhaled sharply. “Look, I just need to know—what exactly happened that night?”

The girl looked even more guilty now, shaking her head quickly. “Nothing! Nothing happened! I swear, I was crying because my boyfriend and I got into this huge fight, and Wally was just—he was just being nice. He was comforting me, that’s all.”

My breath caught.

“He didn’t do anything wrong,” the girl continued. “He was actually talking about you. He said he had to get going soon because he had plans with you.”

My vision blurred.

It was like the floor had dropped out beneath me.

I had been wrong.

So, horribly, painfully wrong.

Wally hadn’t cheated.

He had been telling the truth.

And I—

I had left him.

My throat tightened as my heart cracked wide open, the weight of my mistake crushing me.

I had looked him in the eye, accused him of something he didn’t do, and walked away.

“Shit,” I whispered, voice breaking.

The girl gave her a sympathetic look. “I’m really sorry. If I had known—”

I shook my head numbly, backing away. “I have to go.”

And then I was outside, the night air biting against my skin, my pulse hammering.

What had I done?

I had to fix this.

I had to.

Because if I had lost Wally over a mistake—

I didn’t know how I was supposed to live with that.

Doubt – Y/N’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.18

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It had been three days.

Three days since I ended it.

Three days since I watched Wally’s face fall, since I turned my back and closed the door, since I walked away.

So why did it still feel like I couldn’t breathe?

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the quiet of my room pressing in around me. Everything felt off.

The world kept moving—people went to class, the football team practiced, the cheerleaders rehearsed their routines—but I felt like I was stuck.

Like I was waiting for something.

Something that wasn’t coming.

My chest tightened. No. You did the right thing.

Didn’t I?

I had seen him. Seen him outside the diner with that girl, his hands on her shoulders, her leaning into him, looking up at him like he was the only person in the world.

It looked bad. It felt awful.

But the way Wally had looked at me when I confronted him—

Like he was devastated. Like he was shattered.

Like he was telling the truth.

My stomach twisted, memories of his words circling in my head.

"Y/N, you know me. You know I would never do that to you."

But I hadn’t known. At least, not enough to stay.

I pressed the heels of my palms against my eyes, trying to push back the lump rising in my throat.

Was I wrong?

I didn’t want to be. If I was wrong, that meant I had just—

I had just destroyed us for nothing.

A sudden knock at my window made me flinch.

My heart lurched as I turned, half-expecting—hoping—to see Wally standing outside like he had so many nights before.

But it was just the wind.

I let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand to my chest.

He wasn’t coming.

Not this time.

Because I was the one who left.

And maybe—just maybe—I was the one who needed to fix it.

Aftermath – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.17

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I didn’t remember getting back into my truck. Didn’t remember starting the engine or driving through the quiet streets of town.

All I knew was the ache.

The deep, suffocating, ripping-me-apart-from-the-inside ache that wouldn’t let up.

My hands clenched the steering wheel as I pulled into the empty football field parking lot. The place was deserted this late at night, the field itself swallowed in darkness, only the faint glow of the scoreboard casting long shadows over the grass.

I killed the engine but didn’t move, just sat there, staring blankly out the windshield.

It wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be real.

Y/N had left me.

Over something that wasn’t even true.

I ran a hand down my face, exhaling shakily. The worst part—the part that made my stomach churn—was that she hadn’t even let me explain.

She’d looked at me like I was someone else. Like all the time we’d spent together, all the memories, all the love—it hadn’t been enough.

Had I really been that easy to doubt?

My chest tightened.

I wanted to be angry. I should be angry.

But all I felt was empty.

My eyes burned as I slumped forward, resting my forehead against the steering wheel.

I thought about every late-night drive, every time she’d fallen asleep on my shoulder, every whispered "I love you" that had once felt so permanent.

And now—now it was just gone.

A sharp, broken sound escaped my throat, and before I could stop myself, I slammed my fist against the dashboard, hard enough to make my knuckles sting.

I wanted to fix it. To go back, to shake her and make her see.

But she wasn’t listening.

She’d already decided.

And that—more than anything—was what shattered me.

Because I had spent my whole life fighting. Fighting for my team, for my friends, for the future I wanted.

But how do you fight for someone who doesn’t believe in you anymore?

How do you fight when the person you love has already let go?

I swallowed hard, staring out at the darkened field, the place that had once felt like home.

Now, it just felt cold.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t know where to go from here.

Because without her—

I wasn’t sure where I belonged anymore.

A Mistake That Changed Everything – Junior Year

Drabble Flashback Pt.16

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Practice had run late, and he’d spent the last twenty minutes speeding across town to get to Y/N’s house, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

Because tonight, he was going to tell her.

Not just I love you—he’d said that plenty of times.

But I see forever with you, and he was going to show that with a promise ring.

They’d been together for over a year now, and it wasn’t always easy, but she was his person. She made everything better.

So when he pulled up outside her house and saw her sitting on the front steps, arms wrapped around herself, something in his chest tightened.

Something was wrong.

He barely had time to process it before she lifted her head, and the look in her eyes made his stomach drop.

Because it wasn’t just sadness.

It was betrayal.

“What the hell, Wally?” she asked, her voice sharp and cold in a way he had never heard before.

His heart started pounding. “What—what’s going on?”

She let out a bitter laugh. “Seriously? You’re really gonna stand there and act like you don’t know?”

“Y/N, I don’t—”

“I saw you, Wally.”

His blood turned to ice. “Saw me what?”

She shook her head, looking away like she couldn’t even stand to look at him. “With her.”

Her?

His mind raced, scrambling to figure out what the hell she was talking about.

Then—realization hit.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

“Wait—Y/N, if you’re talking about that girl outside the diner—”

“I saw you, Wally,” she repeated, voice breaking. “You had your hands all over her. She was all over you.”

His chest clenched. “It wasn’t what it looked like!”

“Oh, really?” she snapped. “Because it looked like my boyfriend was getting real close with some other girl while I was sitting at home thinking about him.”

He took a step closer, reaching for her hands, but she pulled away like he’d burned her.

“Y/N, please,” he begged. “I was helping her. She’s Scott’s cousin—she got into a fight with her boyfriend, and she was crying. I was just—she just needed someone to talk to.”

Y/N let out a breath, and for a second, he thought maybe—maybe—she was listening.

Then she shook her head. “I don’t believe you.”

His heart stopped.

“Are you serious?”

She swallowed hard, eyes glistening under the dim porch light. “I don’t—” She broke off, pressing her lips together. “I can’t.”

His throat felt tight. “Y/N, you know me. You know I would never do that to you.”

She looked away, arms wrapping tighter around herself. “I thought I did.”

The words cut through him like a knife.

He took a shaky breath, trying to hold himself together. “So what? That’s it?”

She blinked rapidly, like she was trying not to cry. “I can't do this anymore, Wally.”

He physically flinched.

“Baby, please.” His voice cracked, and he didn’t care. “You’re everything to me. Don’t do this. I love you.”

She inhaled sharply, shaking her head. “I can’t.”

And just like that, it was over.

She turned, walked up the steps, and disappeared inside, leaving him standing there in the cold.

Wally didn’t know how long he stood there, staring at the closed door, waiting for it to open again.

But it never did.

And for the first time in his life, he had no idea how to fix it.

Lazy Mornings at the Diner

Drabble Flashback Pt.6

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The diner was their Saturday ritual—same booth, same food, same easy rhythm.

Y/N doodled on a napkin while Wally sipped his milkshake, watching her. “Whatcha drawing?”

She slid it over. A little cartoon of him, helmet too big for his head.

He grinned. “Gotta say, I look good.”

She rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”

Something about the easy comfort between them made his chest feel too tight. Like he wanted to say something, but didn’t know how.

So instead, he flicked a fry at her.

She gasped, throwing one right back.

They stayed until the waitress shooed them out.

And maybe, just maybe, Wally realized he never wanted these mornings to end.

Bike Races & Bruised Knees

Drabble Flashback Pt.10

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Racing down the hill was exhilarating—right up until Y/N hit a rock and went flying.

“Shit!” Wally skidded to a stop, jumping off his bike as she sat up, groaning.

“You okay?”

She glared. “I hate you.”

“No, you hate losing,” he corrected, offering a hand.

She took it, letting him pull her up—only for him to yank her too fast, sending her stumbling straight into his chest.

Her hands caught his arms. His grip tightened around hers.

Neither of them moved.

The autmun air was thick, but suddenly, it wasn’t the breeze making her breath hitch.

“…You still mad?” he asked, voice quieter now.

She swallowed, pulse hammering. “I’ll get back to you on that.”

Record Store Arguments

Drabble Flashback Pt.15

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“This is the best album ever made,” Wally declared, holding up the record. Let's Dance by Bon Jovi

Y/N snorted. “You have terrible taste.”

He clutched his chest. “Take. That. Back.”

She crossed her arms. “Make me.”

He grinned, narrowing his eyes. “I could tickle you until you admit I’m right.”

Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”

He took a step closer.

She bolted.

Laughter echoed through the aisles as he chased her down, dodging shelves and stacks of vinyl until the store clerk gave them a glare that said one more noise and you’re out.

They tried to stifle their laughter, failing miserably.

Homecoming Dance

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The gym was packed, pulsing with music, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cheap punch, and way too much cologne. The decorations—streamers, fairy lights, and a questionable amount of glitter—did their best to make the place feel magical, but Wally barely noticed any of it.

Because Y/N was standing in front of him, looking stunning.

Not that she didn’t always look good—because damn—but tonight? Tonight, she was on a whole other level.

He’d spent the whole night dancing with her, making her laugh, watching the way her eyes lit up under the glow of the lights. Every second, every little glance, every touch that lingered a little too long had been building up to this.

Now, the dance was winding down, and they had slipped outside, away from the crowd, into the cool night air. The muffled bass of the music still thumped from inside, but out here, it was quiet. Just the two of them under the dim glow of the parking lot lights.

“You’re not as bad at dancing as you said you were,” Y/N teased, swaying slightly in place.

Wally huffed a laugh. “That’s because I was holding back.”

“Oh, really?” She smirked. “Guess I’ll have to see the full performance someday.”

He grinned, taking a step closer. “Maybe.”

They were close now, the space between them barely there, his heart hammering in his chest.

She glanced up at him through her lashes, her usual confidence flickering into something softer, more hesitant. “Wally…”

“Yeah?” His voice was quieter now.

She swallowed, then let out a small breath, like she was working up the nerve to say something. But instead of words, she just… looked at him.

And suddenly, finally, he knew.

He reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he murmured.

Her lips parted slightly, and for a second, he thought she might tease him—call him out for stating the obvious. But instead, she just whispered, “Okay.”

So he did.

The first press of their lips was soft, tentative, but the moment she sighed against him, he was gone. His hands found her waist, pulling her in just enough to feel the warmth of her against him. She responded instantly, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit jacket.

It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t hurried—it was slow, warm, something real.

When they finally pulled away, she let out a breathless little laugh. “Took you long enough.”

He chuckled, resting his forehead against hers. “Worth the wait?”

She grinned. “Definitely.”

And with that, he kissed her again—because now that he’d started, there was no way he was stopping anytime soon.

Homecoming 81'

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Wally Clark had faced a lot of nerve-wracking moments in his life—big football games, pop quizzes he definitely hadn’t studied for, that one time he wiped out in front of the entire cafeteria.

But this?

This was worse.

Because this was Y/N.

And he was about to ask her to Homecoming.

The thing was, they’d been circling each other for months. Hanging out, talking on the phone late into the night, getting just close enough that people started assuming they were together.

But they weren’t.

Not yet.

And Wally was done waiting around.

So here he was, pacing in the empty hallway outside her last class, trying not to psych himself out before she came through that door.

“Dude, just ask her.”

Wally spun around to see one of his teammates, Scott, leaning against the lockers, looking way too amused.

“I am,” Wally hissed.

“Are you? ‘Cause it kinda looks like you’re trying to figure out how to fake your own death instead.”

Wally scowled. “Shut up.”

Scott held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, just saying. Everyone knows she likes you.”

His stomach did a weird flip. “You don’t know that.”

Scott rolled his eyes. “Whatever, man. Good luck.”

Before Wally could respond, the classroom door swung open, and students spilled out into the hallway.

And then—there she was.

Y/N, looking effortlessly cool in that way she always did, her bag slung over one shoulder, flipping through her notebook with a small furrow in her brow.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and—

“Oh,” she said, looking up. “Hey, Wally.”

Say words.

Any words.

“You like dances, right?” he blurted.

She blinked. “Uh. I guess?”

“Cool,” he said. “Cool, cool, cool.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

No. Absolutely not.

But he cleared his throat and forced himself to get it together.

“So, uh… Homecoming is next week.”

She nodded slowly. “I’m aware.”

“And, uh…” He scratched the back of his neck. “I was thinking maybe you’d wanna go. With me. As, y’know, more than just two people who happen to be in the same place at the same time.”

She tilted her head. “Are you asking me as a date?”

“...Yes?”

Her lips twitched. “That sounded very confident.”

“I am confident,” he shot back, folding his arms. “Super confident.”

Y/N hummed, pretending to think it over.

Wally felt like he was dying.

Then, finally, she grinned. “Yeah, Clark. I’ll go to Homecoming with you.”

The relief hit him so hard he almost sagged against the lockers. Instead, he kept his cool.

Barely.

“Great,” he said, trying not to sound too excited. “It’s a date.”

“It is,” she agreed, still smirking. “Now, let’s see if you survive actually dancing.”

He groaned. “I knew you were gonna bring that up.”

She laughed, linking her arm through his as they started walking.

And Wally couldn’t stop grinning the whole way down the hall.

Because finally—finally—this was happening.

And Homecoming?

That was just the beginning.

Lake day shenanigans

Drabble Flashback Pt.5

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The lake was freezing.

Y/N had been saying it the entire drive up. The entire hike down to the water. The entire time Wally was dragging her toward the dock.

And now, standing at the edge, toes curled over the sun-warmed wood, she was positive of it.

“I swear, Clark,” she warned, arms crossed, “if you push me in, I will haunt you.”

Wally, already chest-deep in the lake, grinned up at her. “Oh, come on.”

“No.”

“You’re gonna be hot and miserable all day.”

“That’s fine.”

He rolled his eyes. “Y/N.”

“Wally.”

A beat. Then—

“You’re scared.”

She scoffed. “I am not.”

“Then jump in.”

She glared. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

She groaned, running a hand through her hair. The dock creaked beneath her as she debated her options.

1. Stay dry, but deal with Wally’s relentless teasing for the rest of the summer.

2. Jump in, probably freeze to death, but shut him up.

Neither was ideal.

But the way he was smirking… Yeah. She couldn’t let him win.

“Fine,” she muttered.

And before she could second-guess herself, she jumped.

Cold slammed into her, stealing the air from her lungs. She resurfaced with a gasp, pushing her hair from her face.

“Oh my God—”

Wally was cackling.

“It’s not funny!” she wheezed, still adjusting to the shock.

“It’s hilarious,” he corrected, paddling closer.

“You’re dead.”

“Oh yeah?” His grin widened. “What are you gonna do about it?”

She lunged.

Water splashed everywhere as she grabbed him, shoving him under.

Wally came up coughing, shaking water from his hair. “Okay—truce, truce!”

She smirked, floating lazily on her back. “Thought so.”

He nudged her with his foot. “You’re the worst.”

“No, you’re the worst.”

Silence settled between them, broken only by the gentle ripple of the water. The sun was warm against their faces, the lake stretching wide and endless around them.

Wally glanced at her. “Admit it. You’re glad you jumped in.”

She sighed dramatically. “I guess it’s not that bad.”

He grinned, nudging her again. “Told you.”

And for once, she let him have the last word.

Night Swims

Drabble Flashback Pt.8

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The lake was quiet, the water still and reflecting the endless stretch of stars above. It was the kind of summer night that made everything feel infinite—where the heat still clung to the air, but the cool breeze off the water made it bearable. The party at Mason’s house had been fun, sure, but it was loud. Too many people, too much beer, too much heat packed into one backyard.

This, though? Just her and Wally at the lake? This was better.

Y/N sat at the dock’s edge, feet barely skimming the surface of the water. The planks beneath her were warm from the sun, but the night had stolen some of the heat away. Wally sat next to her, arms stretched back to prop himself up, head tilted toward the sky.

“Ever wonder how many stars are actually out there?” he mused, voice lazy and content.

She hummed. “Probably too many to count.”

He let out a low whistle. “Crazy to think about, huh? Like… we’re just sitting here, two dumb kids at a lake, while all that’s up there.”

Y/N turned to him, smiling softly. “Since when did you get all philosophical?”

“Since I started hanging out with you.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I highly doubt that.”

He just smirked, not arguing.

A comfortable silence stretched between them, filled only by the distant chirp of crickets and the occasional splash of a fish breaking the water’s surface. Y/N leaned back on her hands, letting her head tip toward the stars, soaking it all in.

Then—

SPLASH!

Cold water exploded over her legs, drenching her shorts and soaking into the fabric of her tank top. She gasped, jerking upright as the lake settled, its surface rippling wildly.

“Wally!” she shrieked, whipping her head toward where he had disappeared beneath the surface.

A few seconds passed before he came up, grinning like an idiot, hair dripping and eyes twinkling with mischief.

“What?” he said innocently, floating on his back.

“You ass! That was cold!”

“Nah, it’s fine. You just gotta get in, and you won’t even feel it after a while.” He kicked lazily, sending another small wave toward the dock. “Come on.”

She crossed her arms, glaring down at him. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

She really wanted to argue. But the way he was looking at her—challenging, teasing, expecting her to jump in—made it impossible to say no.

With an exaggerated sigh, she stood up, toeing off her sneakers before peeling off her socks. She hesitated for a split second, but before she could second-guess herself, she stepped forward and jumped.

The water swallowed her whole, cool and shocking against her sun-warmed skin. She surfaced with a gasp, pushing her wet hair back from her face.

Wally was laughing, grinning like he’d just won something. “See? Not so bad, huh?”

“I hate you,” she repeated, splashing water directly into his face.

He spluttered, blinking water from his eyes before lunging forward, sending a wave toward her.

She shrieked, kicking away, trying to put space between them. “Wally, don’t you dare—”

Too late.

He caught her by the wrist, tugging her toward him. The movement sent her off balance, and before she could stop it, she crashed right into his chest.

For a moment, they were both frozen, chest-to-chest, the lake swirling around them. His hands had landed at her waist, steadying her, while her fingers instinctively gripped his shoulders.

Her breath caught.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t been close before—hell, they spent nearly every day together over the summer. But this was different. Something about the way the moonlight reflected off the water, the way his arms had wrapped around her without thinking, the way his breath fanned against her cheek.

His gaze flickered to her lips.

Her heart stuttered.

Then, as if realizing the moment was stretching too long, Wally cleared his throat and gently nudged her backward, putting a few inches of space between them. “Didn’t mean to drown you,” he joked, voice just a little rougher than before.

She forced a laugh, shoving his shoulder. “Jerk.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He smirked, flicking water at her face. “Race you to the dock?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You always cheat.”

“I never cheat.”

“Wally, you literally—”

“Three, two—”

“Wally—”

“Go!”

He took off without waiting, kicking hard, cutting through the water like a fish.

Y/N groaned but didn’t hesitate to chase after him, their laughter ringing through the quiet night.

And if she found herself sneaking glances at him—at the way he looked when he was happy, carefree, alive—well…

She’d never admit it.

Fireworks and Almosts

Drabble Flashback Pt.7

Wally Cark x fem!reader

4th of July with Wally

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Summer in 1981 felt endless, the kind of season that stretched out warm and golden, like it might never fade. Wally Clark had spent most of it with Y/N, which, if anyone had asked him back in spring, he wouldn’t have expected.

Not that he didn’t like her—he really liked her—but they’d just been friends before. Friends who talked in class, friends who teased each other in the halls. But something had shifted after freshman year ended. She had shown up at the arcade one day when he was there, and they’d played a few rounds of Pac-Man. Then, they ran into each other at the diner the next week and ended up sitting together.

And then, somehow, “hanging out” had turned into every single day.

Tonight was the Fourth of July. Half the town was gathered at the park for fireworks, sprawled on blankets and lawn chairs, waiting for the show. Wally and Y/N had claimed a spot near the back of the field, lying side by side on the grass, looking up at the sky.

“Bet they start late,” she muttered, arms crossed behind her head.

“Always do,” he agreed.

The grass itched against his arms, the scent of barbecues and summer heat lingering in the air. Kids were running around with sparklers, their laughter mixing with the murmur of the crowd.

Wally glanced over at Y/N. The light from a nearby streetlamp caught in her hair, and for the hundredth time that summer, he felt something unfamiliar twist in his chest.

He liked her. More than he was supposed to. More than just friends.

And that was a problem.

Because they’d been hanging out so much that they had to be just friends, right? If she wanted something more, wouldn’t she have said something?

Or maybe she was waiting for him to say something.

Or maybe he was just being an idiot about all of this.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Y/N said suddenly, tilting her head to look at him.

He blinked. “Huh?”

“You do this thing where you get weirdly quiet, which is not normal, and then your eyebrows scrunch like—” She made a face, furrowing her brows in an exaggerated way.

He laughed, pushing her shoulder. “I do not look like that.”

“You so do.”

“Rude.”

She grinned, satisfied, and turned back to the sky.

His chest felt tight. It was so easy with her. The teasing, the late nights, the endless conversations that somehow never got old.

He wanted to tell her. He wanted to say something.

But before he could, the first firework shot into the sky.

A loud boom, a burst of color. The crowd cheered, voices overlapping in excitement. Wally exhaled, staring at the explosion of red and gold.

Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t say anything.

Because right now, in this perfect summer, in this perfect night—he got to keep her like this.

And maybe that was enough.

For now.

First "Date"

Drabble Flashback Pt.9

Wally Cark x fem!reader

Takes place at the beginning of sophomore year

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Technically, this wasn’t a date.

At least, that’s what Y/N kept telling herself.

She and Wally had been hanging out all summer. They’d grabbed burgers a dozen times before, had ice cream after football practice, gone to the arcade and the lake and the drive-in.

But somehow, this felt different.

Maybe it was because he had asked this time. Not in an offhand, casual, hey, wanna go grab food? way, but with an actual, deliberate—

“Hey, do you wanna get dinner with me?”

And maybe it was because of the way he’d said it. How he’d looked a little nervous, how he had waited for her answer like it mattered more than usual.

So now, she was sitting across from him in a tiny diner just outside of town, stirring her milkshake and pretending she wasn’t overthinking every second of this.

“This place has the best fries,” Wally said, waving one in the air before eating it. “Like, actually the best.”

Y/N smirked. “Bold claim.”

“You doubt me?”

“I just think it’s very hard to beat the bowling alley fries.”

“Bowling alley fries?” He looked personally offended. “Those are a disgrace.”

She gasped, clutching her chest in mock horror. “How dare you?”

“I speak the truth.”

“I can’t believe I’m friends with you.”

“You love being friends with me.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

The conversation drifted from there—favorite horror movies, the weirdest teachers at school, the time Wally nearly got suspended for sneaking into the principal’s office to steal back a confiscated Walkman.

And it was easy. The way it always was with him.

Except every once in a while, she’d catch him looking at her. Not in the teasing, Wally Clark way, but softer. A little hesitant. Like he was figuring something out.

And it made her stomach flip.

At some point, he reached across the table and stole a fry off her plate.

“Rude,” she said, swatting his hand.

“Sharing is caring.” He grinned, chewing happily.

She shook her head. “Unbelievable.”

They stayed until the diner was nearly empty, the neon sign flickering outside. When they finally stepped into the warm summer night, Wally walked her to his car, shoving his hands in his pockets.

He hesitated.

Then—

“This was nice,” he said.

She nodded, heart pounding a little too hard. “Yeah. It was.”

He glanced at her, like he wanted to say something else.

But then he just grinned, nudging her shoulder. “Told you about the fries.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Fine. Maybe they were better.”

He beamed, like that was the best possible answer.

And when he dropped her off that night, she realized she kind of wanted him to ask her to dinner again.

Ferris Wheel Nerves

Drabble Flashback Pt.2

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The county fair smelled like fried food and summer heat, a mix of popcorn, sizzling funnel cakes, and the sharp tang of lemonade. The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon, casting streaks of orange and pink across the sky, and the Ferris wheel loomed high above the fairgrounds, its lights blinking to life against the evening.

Y/N wasn’t scared of heights, exactly.

But she wasn’t exactly thrilled about them, either.

And somehow, somehow, Wally had managed to get them in line for the Ferris wheel before she could come up with an excuse.

“It’s fun,” he had said, grinning at her. “Nice view and everything.”

“I can see just fine from the ground.”

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Y/N, are you afraid?”

That was all it took. She couldn’t back down now. Not when he was smirking like that.

So now she was sitting in the little metal carriage, hands gripping the bar as the wheel lifted them higher.

“You’re really gripping that thing,” Wally observed, amusement lacing his voice.

She shot him a glare. “I’m fine.”

“Sure. That’s why you look like you’re bracing for impact.”

She exhaled sharply, loosening her hold. “I just don’t love being this high up.”

Wally tilted his head, studying her. Then, before she could react, he rocked the seat slightly.

“Wally!” she yelped, grabbing onto his arm without thinking.

His laughter filled the air. “I barely moved it!”

She smacked his shoulder. “Swear to God—”

But he wasn’t listening. He was grinning at her, that Wally Clark grin, and she realized belatedly that her hand was still gripping his arm.

“See? You’re fine.”

She rolled her eyes, pulling her hand back and crossing her arms. “You’re the worst.”

“Mm-hmm.” He leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. “Look at the view, though. Kinda worth it, right?”

She hesitated before following his gaze.

Okay. Maybe it was nice.

The fairgrounds sprawled beneath them, tiny specks of people moving between brightly lit rides. The tilt-a-whirl spun below, its riders screaming with laughter. The smell of popcorn and cotton candy drifted on the warm air, and beyond the fair, the town stretched out in the distance, rooftops and trees bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun.

It was… peaceful.

She exhaled slowly.

“Better?” Wally asked.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

He nudged her foot with his own. “Told you.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

They sat in silence for a moment, just taking it all in. Then Wally, always restless, started bouncing his knee.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re fidgeting. That’s never ‘nothing.’”

He hesitated, looking out at the view again.

Then—

“This is the first time I’ve ever been on the Ferris wheel,” he admitted.

She blinked. “Wait. What?”

He grinned sheepishly. “Never been on it before.”

“You dragged me on here, and you’ve never been on it?”

“Hey, I thought it would be fun.”

She huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Guess we’re both new at this,” he mused, stretching his arms over the back of the seat. His hand landed near her shoulder, close but not quite touching.

Her pulse jumped slightly, but she kept her expression neutral.

“Guess so,” she murmured.

The wheel started moving again, lowering them back toward the fairgrounds. Wally gave her a sideways glance, like he wanted to say something else.

But before he could, the ride stopped, and the operator unlatched their carriage.

“Survived,” Wally teased as they stepped out.

She shot him a dry look. “Barely.”

As they walked back into the fairgrounds, his hand brushed against hers for just a second—maybe an accident.

Maybe not.

And Y/N found herself thinking that maybe, maybe, the Ferris wheel wasn’t the only thing making her heart race.

Ice cream Meltdowns

Drabble Flashback Pt.3

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The summer heat was unforgiving. The kind of heat that made the pavement too hot to walk on barefoot, that made every movement feel sluggish, that made the idea of being anywhere but inside with a fan blasting seem ridiculous.

But Wally had insisted they go for ice cream.

“Nothing beats a hot day like a triple scoop,” he’d declared, dragging her toward the tiny stand near the edge of town.

Y/N had wisely gone with a single scoop—chocolate chip in a waffle cone. Simple. Classic. Manageable.

Wally, however, had other ideas.

“Go big or go home,” he’d said, ordering three scoops stacked high on a sugar cone—chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. A monstrosity.

And now? Now it was betraying him.

“Damn it,” he muttered, frantically licking at the trails of ice cream melting down his fingers.

Y/N watched, barely containing her laughter. “I told you.”

“I had it under control,” he argued, tilting his cone to try and save what was left.

“You absolutely did not.”

She pulled a napkin from the dispenser and held it out to him. “Here. Before you turn into a human sundae.”

He took it with a smirk. “Too late.”

She shook her head, watching as he wiped at his hands, but the paper napkin wasn’t doing much against the sticky mess. He was covered—chocolate smeared along his palm, vanilla dripping down his wrist, strawberry already soaking into the cuff of his shirt.

“You’re hopeless,” she teased, reaching for more napkins.

“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.”

“Wally, your entire arm is melting.”

He grinned, holding it up. “Think I could convince people I’m bleeding?”

“Only if they’re legally blind.”

She handed him another wad of napkins, shaking her head as he attempted to clean himself up.

The heat pressed down around them, cicadas buzzing in the distance, the scent of waffle cones and sugar thick in the air. It was the kind of summer day that felt endless, stretching lazily into the afternoon, the kind where time didn’t really matter.

And somehow, watching Wally lose an absolute battle with his ice cream made it even better.

“Okay,” he finally admitted, after struggling for a full minute, “this might’ve been a bad idea.”

“Oh wow,” she gasped, placing a hand over her heart. “The great Wally Clark admitting he was wrong?”

“Don’t get used to it.”

She laughed, shaking her head. Then, without thinking, she reached out and wiped a smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth with her thumb.

It was an instinctive, automatic movement, the kind she wouldn’t have even thought twice about—if it weren’t for the way Wally froze.

Her hand hovered for half a second too long, her thumb brushing his skin.

His eyes flicked up to hers, something unreadable behind them.

The air felt different.

She swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close they were standing. Of how the heat wasn’t just from the sun anymore.

And then—

“Clark!”

The moment shattered as one of Wally’s football teammates called from across the lot.

Wally exhaled, stepping back. “Yeah?”

“We’re heading to the field. You coming?”

Wally hesitated, glancing back at Y/N. “Uh—”

“Go,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. “I’ll see you later.”

He nodded, a flicker of something in his expression before he jogged off to join them.

Y/N watched him go, her fingers still tingling where they’d touched his face.

And if she spent the rest of the afternoon wondering what might’ve happened if they hadn’t been interrupted…

Well.

That was her business.

Protection and Cameras

Drabble Flashback Pt.1

Wally Cark x fem!reader

Prompt: Wally protects you when the football team sucks

Takes place in 1981 Freshman year

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The bleachers rattled as the football team crowded onto the sidelines, jostling and shouting as the game played on. Y/N stood at the edge, the camera strap tight around her neck, trying—really trying—to get the shot she needed for the yearbook.

“Hey, um… excuse me?” she called over the noise, nudging the nearest player’s shoulder. “I just need a little space.”

No response. Just more shouting, more shoving, more obliviousness.

She tried again. And again. Each time, her voice got softer, her patience wearing thinner.

Then—

“Hey!” Wally’s voice cut through the commotion like a whistle at practice.

The players froze.

He stepped forward, towering just enough to make a point. “She asked you to move. So move.” His usual easygoing tone was gone, replaced with something firm, something that didn’t leave room for argument.

A few of them exchanged glances before grumbling and shifting aside, finally giving her the space she needed.

Y/N blinked up at him, a little stunned. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Wally smirked, tilting his head toward her camera. “Nah, but I figured you’d rather take pictures than waste your breath.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re welcome.”

She snapped a picture of him just to be annoying. He only grinned.

Late-Night Drive-In

Drabble Flashback Pt.14

Wally Cark x fem!reader

No warnings

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The drive-in was one of the few places in town that still had that old-school magic to it. Rows of cars lined up under the stars, headlights flicking off as the giant screen glowed to life. The sound crackled through the radio, mixing with the scent of buttered popcorn and summer air.

It was the kind of night that felt like it belonged in a movie itself—warm air, fireflies blinking in the distance, and Wally Clark in the driver’s seat, flipping through the drive-in snack menu like it held the secrets of the universe.

“I’m thinking,” he said, tapping the laminated page, “that we should get, like, everything.”

Y/N, curled up in the passenger seat with her sneakers propped on the dashboard, raised an eyebrow. “Everything?”

“Well, not everything,” he amended. “But, like… a pretzel, popcorn, and definitely a milkshake.”

She laughed. “That’s still a lot.”

“Go big or go home,” he said, shooting her a grin. “And we’re already out, so…”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

A few minutes later, Wally returned from the snack stand, balancing a ridiculous amount of food in his arms. He managed to shove the door open with his hip, barely getting everything inside without dropping it.

“I come bearing gifts,” he declared, handing her a tub of popcorn.

She snorted. “I didn’t even ask for popcorn.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s movie law.” He set the rest of the food between them and plopped back into the driver’s seat. “Alright. Let’s see if this flick’s any good.”

The movie was some old horror flick—low budget, bad effects, dramatic screaming. The kind of thing that wasn’t actually scary but still made people jump at all the right moments.

Wally, naturally, took it as an opportunity.

Right when the suspenseful music kicked in, he reached over and grabbed her side with a sudden squeeze.

She yelled, nearly launching her popcorn into the air.

Wally was howling with laughter.

“You ass!” she gasped, smacking his arm. “I knew you were gonna do that!”

“Then why’d it work?” he teased, wiping tears from his eyes.

She groaned, stuffing a handful of popcorn in her mouth and refusing to dignify him with a response.

The movie played on, their laughter dying down into a comfortable quiet. Somewhere between the terrible special effects and the ridiculous dialogue, Y/N found herself more focused on the way Wally absentmindedly twirled his straw in his milkshake. The way his profile was lit up by the glow of the screen. The way his arm had settled on the console between them, close enough that if she just moved a little…

She shook herself out of it, forcing her attention back to the movie.

But when the main character let out another exaggerated scream, Wally leaned over and whispered—

“That’s you.”

She smacked him again, and he laughed.