Fireworks And Almosts

Lake day shenanigans

Drabble Flashback Pt.5

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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.

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

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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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Halloween 🎃

Drabble Flashback Pt.11

Wally Cark x fem!reader

Prompt: Independently showed up to the costume party in matching costumes

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The house was packed, music blasting from the speakers as teenagers danced and laughed in their best attempts at spooky or ridiculous costumes. Wally adjusted the cowboy hat on his head, scanning the crowd for his friends when he stopped short.

Across the room, she stood there, holding a cup of punch, eyes scanning the party just like his. And she was wearing the exact same thing.

She caught his stare, brow furrowing before a slow smirk crept across her face. “Well, well,” she called over the music, making her way toward him. “Didn’t know I had a twin.”

Wally chuckled, tipping his hat playfully. “Guess that makes me the better cowboy, huh?”

“Please,” she scoffed, taking a sip of her drink. “I bet I can out-rodeo you any day.”

He raised a brow. “That a challenge?”

“More like a fact.”

Wally grinned. He hadn’t expected much from the party, but suddenly, the night seemed a whole lot more interesting.

Lazy Mornings at the Diner

Drabble Flashback Pt.6

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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.

Homecoming 81'

Drabble Flashback Pt.12

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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.

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.

Bike Races & Bruised Knees

Drabble Flashback Pt.10

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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.”

Homecoming Dance

Drabble Flashback Pt.13

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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.

Late-Night Drive-In

Drabble Flashback Pt.14

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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.

Arcade Nights and Almost Wins

Drabble Flashback Pt.4

Wally Cark x fem!reader

Prompt: friendly competition

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The arcade was buzzing, filled with the constant beeps of machines and the occasional victorious shout from some kid landing a high score. Wally Clark had practically grown up here, spending weekends and spare change on Pac-Man, Galaga, and his game—Street Fighter.

Tonight, though, he had a challenger.

“I’m telling you, I’m gonna win,” Y/N said, cracking her knuckles like she was about to go into battle.

Wally smirked, dropping a few quarters into the machine. “Oh yeah? You just started playing last week.”

“And yet, I’m already better than you.”

He snorted. “I don’t know where this confidence is coming from, but alright.”

The screen flickered to life, and they picked their characters. Wally went with his usual—Ryu. Y/N picked Chun-Li.

“Good choice,” he admitted.

“I know,” she said smugly.

They started the first round, fingers flying over the buttons. Wally was good—he had the reflexes, the timing, and the strategy down. But Y/N was catching on fast, countering his moves, dodging attacks he was sure would land.

“You’ve been practicing,” he realized, squinting at her.

“Maybe.”

“You totally have!”

“Shut up and lose, Clark.”

He laughed, shaking his head, but he almost lost the second round. She landed a surprise combo that had him down to his last sliver of health before he pulled off a desperate win.

They were both breathless when the final match loaded.

“You nervous?” she asked, bouncing on her heels.

“Not even a little,” he lied.

The round started. It was close—way too close. Wally was usually cocky about winning, but for the first time, he had no idea how this would go. Y/N was relentless, going for every opening he left, and for a second, he thought she might actually beat him.

Then, in a last-second move, he barely landed a knockout hit.

The words K.O. flashed across the screen.

Wally yelled, throwing his arms in the air. “YES! CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!”

Y/N groaned, dramatically dropping onto the nearby stool. “I had you.”

“Eh, you almost had me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Next time, I’m crushing you.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

She grinned, shaking her head. “You will.”

They played a few more rounds, then wandered to the prize counter, where Wally spent all his leftover tickets on a cheap plastic ring and shoved it into her hand.

“What is this?” she asked, staring at it.

“A consolation prize,” he said, grinning.

She held it up like it was something valuable, then slid it onto her finger. “I’m gonna keep this forever.”

He snorted. “Yeah, right.”

She met his eyes, suddenly serious. “No, really.”

And he didn’t know why, but that made his chest feel weird.

They left the arcade sometime after midnight, Y/N still wearing that stupid plastic ring. And Wally… Wally walked home wondering if maybe, maybe he was already losing a different kind of game.

One where she had no idea she was winning.