Lazy Mornings At The Diner

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.

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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

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Wally Clark x fem!reader

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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

no warnings

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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.

Record Store Arguments

Drabble Flashback Pt.15

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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

Drabble Flashback Pt.13

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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.

Ice cream Meltdowns

Drabble Flashback Pt.3

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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.

Wally Clark NSFW! alphabet

Requested by the lovely @notheoneuneed

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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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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.

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.

Collision Course – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.20

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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.