You Belong With Me

You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N slow burn story

Part 16:

Summary: Maddie’s death is all anyone could talk about and since she can talk to one of her living friend’s things have become complicated. It was homecoming and the anniversary of your death; you decide to finally tell Wally how you feel until someone does first. 

The mystery behind Maddie’s death is all anyone could talk about, as you and your friends have agreed to help her solve her death. It was the homecoming game tonight, and it is also the 40-year anniversary of your and Wally’s death. You, Charley, and Rhonda are painting a banner for Wally to relive his glory days.

“I’m going to do it; I’m finally going to tell Wally how I feel tonight.” You say to Charley and Rhonda. “Finally, chickee about time.” Rhonda said. “Yeah, maybe now you can not call me chickee since I’m not chickening out anymore?” You ask Rhonda. “You will always still be chickee, chickee.” She says. “What made you decide it was finally time?” Charley asks. Charley found out about your feelings for Wally by accident when you were giving him his ‘afterlife ghost tour’. And since then, you and him have been close. All of you have become close I mean what else was there to do, you were dead. “I don’t know. I think it’s been 41 years and I know I have been annoying you guys for so long about it, it just feels right, and I thought it was fitting I tell him at the homecoming game like I planned too 40 years ago.” You say as nerves fill your body as you were about to tell Wally that you love him. “And then we could go to the homecoming dance together, but it will be different than all the time before because I will have told him how I feel.” You add. 

“This is so exciting!” Charley exclaims as he puts his paint brush down and rushes to give you a hug. “Please tell me everything after- well maybe not everything I don’t need to know all the details about heterosexual sex.” Charley says. “Charley!” you can’t believe he just said that. “I’m just telling him I love him in not expecting it to lead to sex.” “Oh, come on chickee. You haven’t even thought about it leading to you too having sex?” Rhonda questions as she stands up to join you and Charley. “Well of course I have it’s been 41 years, but I don’t expect it to happen tonight.” You say as Charley and Rhonda look at each other then back to you. “Sure, whatever you say Hun.” Charley adds as he gets back to painting before Wally walks in to check in on your progress. “The banner looks great guys.” Wally says as he does his stretches. “Hey Walls, after you relieve your glory, can I talk to you after?” you ask him nervously. “This feels like de je vu doesn’t it.” He laughs “Of course you can Darling, I will find you after.” He says as he plants a quick kiss on your head and leaves the gym. “No backing out now chickee.” Rhonda says. “You got this Y/N and remember find me later I need details.” Charley adds. 

The game has started and you nervously pace behind the bleachers. Homecoming games were always hard for you, it was the die you died after all, and the day Wally died. “Take your seats, the 2023 homecoming game is about to start.” You hear the announcer say over the loudspeakers. Crowds flock to the bleachers and you head to your seat as butterflies swarm your stomach. You can do this it’s been 41 years, it’s time to stop doubting yourself. You repeated over and over in your head. The living football players smash through their banner as Wally heads through the one you and the others were making earlier. He was running around the field and screaming with the crowd. He was such golden retriever. As you look around the stand, you see Rhonda sitting with Mr Martin and Charley a row back writing his letter to Emilio since Maddie promised she would help him since she can talk to her living friend, Simon, which you still don’t know how that is possible, but it helps Maddie trying to solve her own murder.

 Still looking around waiting for Wally to finish reliving his glory days, in the crowd you spot your sister Mary and her husband Matthew. “I can’t believe our baby girl is on the cheer team. I wish Y/N was here to witness this.” Mary says to Matthew shovelling some popcorn in her mouth. “She is right here” Matthew says softly as he places his hand on Mary’s heart. “Are your parents still coming to see Lily?” Matthew adds. “I think so, you know how hard it’s been since Y/N died here. Ill text Mom to see how far away they are.” She says as reaching to get her phone. You had been so preoccupied with helping Maddie and trying to convince yourself its now a good time to tell Wally, you didn’t even notice Lily was on the field with the cheer team. Just then, you see your parents for the first time since Mary graduated in 1987. Tears instantly stream down your face, even though they look much older now you could tell who they were. They walked up the bleachers and sat with Mary and Matthew. You just stand there watching them. Your family was there right there in front of you, and you couldn’t even talk to them. Your heart swells hearing them talk about Lily and other stories of their lives since you died. You were overwhelmed with emotions. You felt joy because you are finally seeing your family but also sadden that you weren’t there with them. There was only one person that you can talk to and that was Wally.

You set off to find him since, since you couldn’t see him on the field anymore. You head to the canteen area, and you see him and Maddie. “Hey, Wally I was wondering if you would go to the dance with me as a friend? I just don’t know a lot of people yet.” Maddie asks. “Uh yeah sure.” Wally says as they walk in the other direction. You continue to stand there not moving and staring blankly in the space where they just were standing. Idiot, you waited too long and now he’s going out with Maddie you thought to yourself. Overcome with so many emotions you run with tears streaming down your face you run as far as your legs will take you without them feeling like they will collapse from beneath you. 

You run to the girl’s toilets where no one else was as you sank to the floor and tucked your knees to your chest and just sob. Seeing your family and then seeing Wally ask Maddie to the dance when you always go together broke your heart. You don’t know how long you stayed there on the bathroom floor before you decided it was time to leave. Thank goodness for resets no one would able tell you were crying, and your makeup went back to how it was, how it always was. You exit the bathroom not wanting to see or talk to anyone, you head to theatre as you discovered a couch in the storage room. You lift the hatch door about to climb down and you hear Mina yell “What are you doing, you will disturb the play?” “It’s ok Mina I won’t touch anything.” You shout back as you head down the hatch knowing she won’t remember you down there since she was a looper.  You turn the light on, find an old blanket and a book in one of the boxes as you sank down in the couch wanting to forget the day. 

Part 15 Part 17

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“I burn for you and you don’t even know my name. If you ask me to, I’d give up everything to get close to you”

(Close To You by Gracie Abrams)

You Belong with me 💙🏈📖

Wally clark x fem reader slow burn story

Summary:

It was finally the big homecoming game, and you were about to tell your best friend that you are in love that is until tragedy strikes leaving you heartbroken

Part 2:

It was finally Saturday which means tonight’s the homecoming game and the day you tell wally you are in love with him. The day went by like a blur and you were getting ready for the big game but not before a phone call from Wally.

“Hey, Y/N you ready for the best homecoming game of your life!” Wally expressed basically screaming through the phone. “Geez Wally that was loud, and yeah it’s going to be a great game” you said shyly hoping Wally wouldn’t notice that your voice is begging to shake. “Sorry Darling, I just hope I will do my mom proud” he expressed as his tone changed. “Of course, she will be Wally. After the game I want to talk to you I have something kind of important I want to talk about” You replied. “Yeah, sure thing, meet in your spot?” Wally said a little curious to what you want to talk about. “Sure, Wally, I’ll see you there.” You responded as you hang up to phone stomach full of butterflies so nervous but knew you were ready to admit your feelings to him. You get dressed in black jeans, a blue sweater and one of Wally’s old lettermen jackets he gave to you and went downstairs to meet your mom and Sister to leave for the game.

You arrive at school and head to the football field and get your seats. You see Wally on the filed stretching, and you lock eyes. You feel the butterflies in your stomach ease as soon as you see him. You held up a thumbs up and mouth ‘You got this” and just like that the game starts. Yelling and screams surround you normally making you uncomfortable but you didn’t care you were there for Wally and that’s all that matters.

The first half of the game went quickly and its already half time the Devils are winning, and you can’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of happiness as you see Wally score a touchdown. The crowd is full loud and screaming with joy of such a great game, and you can’t help but to also join in too -something you never do but this time felt different-. As the cheerleaders finish their cheers the players head back on to the field.

“Clark has the ball and he’s running fast looks like he’s wanting to get his first touchdown of the game. He’s almost there and BAM down goes Clark, that tackle looked bad” The game announcer yells over the PA system as the crowd goes quiet. You start to immediately feel dread wash over you and you feel numb. “This isn’t looking good for Clark he’s not moving” The announcer continues but all you feel is worry as his team and coach surround him and you see the coach hold up the time out signal. More worry washes over you. You jump out of your seat and bolt onto the field not caring if you will get yelled at. You run like you’ve never run before until you reach him lying on the ground lifeless. “We need a medic stat” Coach yelled as the team all gasp and are in shock. You get on the ground, hands on his chest wanting to feel he’s breath. Nothing. “Wally, Wally can you hear me? I need you to wake up please wake up” You cry as tears stream down your face struggling to breath. You feel the medic lift you up to check on him. The medic looks him over and says “I’m sorry but he’s gone. His neck is snapped it would have been instant” Numb all you feel is numb as you watch Wally, your best friend maybe even the love of your life on the floor dead. You fall next to him again and scream out in pain. Sobbing and barely even breathing properly “I… I was going to tell him. Why did this have to happen why” You can’t keep it together his team and more people crowd around you. You feel your mom hug you from behind. “Oh, my sweetheart I’m so sorry.” You turn and give her a full hug and you look around wondering where his mom is. “Where is Wally’s mom?” you say confused as you thought she would be with you crying over him. “She’s over there talking to the medics and waiting for the cornier to come.” Mom replies softly. You look over and you see his mom in tears as she talks to the medics. Mom though hesitant tries to get you off the field “No mom, I don’t want to leave him please, let me stay with him until the cornier gets here.” You tremble as you take his hand still warm. Without saying anther word your mom gets up and leaves you there with him. You don’t even notice that the team is gone already. The game is over, and everyone is already making their way home. Still in shock over what happen in your head you tell yourself. “I can’t believe I never told you how I felt, I should have a lot sooner. The pain of losing you is consuming me. I don’t know how I will carry on my life without you by my side. I love you, Wally Clark.” More tears stream down your face and don’t even notice the cornier has arrived to take Wally. “Goodbye Wally” you say as you choke on your words never thought would have to those words ever. You walk to your mom still crying and numb.

Part 1 Part 3

Down By The Lake

NSFW

Summary: Wally gives you a ride home. ;)

Author's Note: I do plan on writing about other people too but Wally is my current hyper fixation so bare with me. Thanks for the support and send me some requests! Love -L

Wally Clark was undeniably the hottest guy in school. At least he was to you. Maybe it was the tension you were sure you were making up in your head. Or the fact that you had a crush on him for as long as you could remember.

He had noticed you too. He couldn’t deny he felt the pull between you. Your eyes would lock for a brief moment and his chest would tighten. His gaze always seemed to find you even in a crowd. That’s why he wasn’t surprised when his eyes locked on you during football practice. You were sitting in the bleachers waiting for your little sister to finish cheerleading practice. You were reading a book, legs crossed when you felt eyes on you. You glanced up slowly eyes meeting Wally’s his tongue darting out to lick the corner of his mouth causing heat to pull at your center.

It was honestly pathetic how easily he could get to you. Your little sister rushing up the bleachers blocks your view. You look up at her with a smile. “Ready to go?” She fidgets with her hands giving you a pleading look. “Can you find a ride home? The girls really want to head to the mall.” You sigh unzipping your bag, digging in it until you find your keys. You hand them to her with a warning, “If you get even a scratch on my car-“ She interrupts you “Yea I know. I’ll be careful. Promise.” She skips down the stairs dangling the keys in front of the other cheerleaders and exclaiming “Got them! Mall here we come.” The other girls squeal and grab their bags heading to the car. You sigh knowing you’ll have to walk home.

You stick your book in your bag sliding it over your shoulders as you head down the bleachers. You head to leave the stadium as you hear someone call your name. You stop turning around and see Wally jogging to you. He looks good even covered in sweat. “Do you need a ride?” He asks slightly out of breath and looking at you with those chocolate eyes. “I was just gonna walk.” You shrug. “I don’t wanna be a bother.” He chuckles shaking his head at you. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t wanna take you home, Beautiful.” Your cheeks heat and you giggle at him. “Okay, you can take me home Wally.” His smile brightens at your agreement. “I gotta go grab my bag. Give me one minute.” He says before rushing off toward the locker rooms. You stand there smile on your face as you fiddle with the straps of your bag.

Wally is back in a flash resting his hand on your lower back guiding you towards his truck. He opens the door for you making sure you are in before closing it and jogging around to get in the drivers side. “Are you hungry? I always get super hungry after practice. Let me take you out for dinner.” He is looking at you waiting for a response. “How about we go through a drive through and eat by the lake? It’s such a nice day out and if you are actually going to take me out I need a little more notice then this.” You smile back at him.

You chat about football and your book as you get food and drive to the lake. Wally helps you out before spreading his letterman out on his tailgate for you to sit on. You hop up and then Wally sits next to you close enough that his leg rubs against yours. You carry on your conversation as you eat your burger and fries. Wally stealing a few fries from you. You playfully bat his hand away and he gives you an adorable pout.

After you finish eating Wally hops off the tailgate and stands between your legs. “I like you a lot.” He murmurs as his hand rests on your knee. You look up at him eyes locking as you realize how close he is. “Can I kiss you? Please.” He whispers.

“Wally, I like you too. Like a lot. I am drawn to you somehow. You can more than kiss me.” You admit cheeks heating as you realize what you’ve said.

His lips smash into yours causing the tension to swallow you both whole. His hands slide up your legs squeezing your thighs with his hands drawing a whimper from you. He breaks the kiss resting his forehead on yours.

“I want you. But I want you to know that I still wanna take you on that date.” His hand brushes your cheek. “You can have me Wally. In any way you want. And I want you to take me out on that date too.” You rush out before kissing his lips again, tongue tracing his bottom lip.

His hands wrap around your thighs carrying you to the backseat of his truck. He lays you down carefully before crawling in after you closing the door once he’s inside.

He hovers over your frame soaking in the moment. He leans down capturing your lips in a heated kiss as his hands find their way under your shirt. He pushes it over your head lips only breaking apart for a brief moment.

Your hands find his toned stomach scratching it gently before helping him tug his shirt over his head. He visibly shivers as your nails rake down his stomach. He leans down kissing and biting the top of your breast marking you as his.

You whine as he pulls your bra off finally seeing your breasts in full glory. He takes a minute to commit this to full memory, your chest heaving under him that flustered look on your face. His mouth attaches to your breast as his hands trail down your sides until they reach the waistband of your skirt. He grunts as you lift your hips to brush against his.

He trails his lips down your stomach and bunches your skirt up around your waist, drawing in a breath at the sight of the damp spot in your lacy little panties. He hooks his fingers dragging them down your thighs and tossing them in his front seat.

He drags his pointer finger down your slit before spreading you open with his thumbs. The sight of you wet for him has his hips jerking into the seat. You whine getting impatient with him. "Please touch me." You whimper at him. He smirks up at you "I've got you baby. I am just savoring this moment."

He scoots you up, your back resting against the side door as he rest the back of your knees against his shoulders before blowing out hot air onto your center. "Open those eyes baby. I want you to watch me as I eat your sweet pussy." he squeezes your thigh. Your eyes shoot open locking onto the sinful image of his tongue darting out to flick against your clit.

Your hangs tangle into his dark strands, lifting your hips to bring his mouth closer to you. He brings his middle finger slowly sinking into you, a whine leaving you. "Fuck you are so tight Baby." He murmurs against you.

His tongue continues to flick against your bundle of nerves making you breathless. "Wally." you whine tugging at his hair. He looks up at you tongue still working against you while his middle finger fucks into you. "I need you. Please." You squirm underneath him.

He pulls away pushing his sweats down his thighs before sitting in the seat. He pats his lap. Your eyes lock onto his thick cock as it stands in all its glory. "Come on baby. I want you to ride me." He grabs your ankle pulling you towards him.

You scoot to him straddling his lap before reaching between you two drag the head of his cock through your wetness. His breath catches and he rushes to pull your lips to his kissing you as you sink slowly down his cock. You gasp as you take in the head and feel the thick vein on the underneath. The stretch almost painful as he fills you.

His hands find your hips to help you bounce on him. His lips attach to your breast covering them in his marks. "Taking me so well baby. Feel so good." he growls out at you clench around him. Your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you fuck down on him. The noise of your pussy swallowing his cock and your whines filling the air around you spurring you to move faster.

His hands lifting your hips to help as your legs begin to shake. The feeling so overwhelming that tears well up in your eyes. He kisses the tears as they stream down hitting that spot inside you. "Wally... I'm close." You whine as you tuck your head into his neck. His hand reaches up grabbing your ponytail yanking your head back. "I wanna see this pretty face when you fall apart." He grunts.

You whine out reaching your hand down to toy with your clit, clenching around him as he slams your hips against him. Your pussy stutters around him eyes closing as you reach the end. His eyes never leave your face as he feels you cum around him. "Fuck. Where do you want it?" He pants out. You look down at him fluttering your lashes look somehow innocent as he ruins your pussy. "Cum inside me Wally." You smile at him. That sentence alone pushes him to fill you with his spend.

He fucks his cum into you before resting his forehead on your collarbone both of you breathing heavy. "Fuck who knew you were such a freak Baby." Wally chuckles kissing you as your cheeks heat. He gently removes himself from you before helping you climb into his passenger seat. He gets in starting the truck before he snatches your panties from you tucking them into his pocket. "These are mine now. I want you to feel my cum dripping down those pretty thighs."

Story Recommendations part 2

Okay so 95% of what I read on here is Wally Clark fan fiction, I do however, read others (they just so happen to be other Milo Manheim characters, what can I say the man does something to me🤭😜) and thought I would share my favourites. I will update every so often when I can.

Zombies- Zed Necrodopolis

Bubblegum by @whoopsyeahokay

Stupid Z- band by @cades-outsider

Awkward Question by @stray-kaz

Betwixt (part 2 of awkward question) by @stray-kaz

Midnight Resolution (part 3 of awkward question) by @stray-kaz

When the sun falls by @naok-iyuu

Love is about the details by @naok-iyuu

Its beginning to look a lot like... by @naok-iyuu

A cup full of love by @naok-iyuu

Rushed beginnings by @littlelalu

Prom Pact- Ben Plunkett

Death Star by @ryrywrites

Study Routine by @simpingland

Bookstore by @littlelalu

Thanksgiving- Ryan Baker

Ride by @solarismoons

Spend time between the holidays by @rosietoesy

Milo Manheim

No Broke Boys by @yourmomsawh0r3

Smart Girl by @aionue-writes

Obviously by @aionue-writes

Shapeshifter? by @aionue-writes (chapter 1)

Shapeshifter? by @aionue-writes(chapter 2)

Stories by @littlelalu

Lego Date

Study Date

First impressions

Facetime

I love you

I love you (alternative ending)

Unplanned encounters

Unplanned encounters part 2

A new chapter

Stolen moments

Stolen moments part 2

A perfect fall day

Dangerous games

In the spirit of halloween

Anxiety

summary: prompt fill. Wally isn't clingy. he isn't. honest. but something about your aura makes him nervous, and suddenly he's all hands everywhere and babbling where he's normally calm, cool, collected, and he needs you to get his head back on right. (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. flashfic. nothing Anxiety Disorder related. Wally Clark is a whiny lil' babe when he's nervous.

bon reading, frens

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Anxiety

At first, you don't even acknowledge him. Which, alright, fine, you don't have to, it's not a rule. But Wally's suddenly anxious, tracking in his head all the things he said to you yesterday when he left your house. Hopped out the window, dashed across the lawn, and strutted home with a skip in his step because you showed him how much you love his cock.

Thrice.

You kissed him goodbye, sleepy and sweet, after he tucked you in. Normal. Better than normal, actually. And you didn't text him this morning to suggest anything's wrong.

Oh God. Does that mean something's wrong?

You don't always text him before school since, as you said, you know you're going to catch him before class. He left you pretty late last night, so no wonder you showed up only minutes before the bell instead of your usual twenty, and shit, is that the problem?

He wasn't considerate of your time? He should've been. Fuck, he should. have. been. Not whining and begging you for, "Just one more time, baby, please. I can't stop, I'm still so hard for you, come on."

With a whine he doesn't realize he releases, he crosses the cafeteria and takes a seat beside you. Fiddles with his hands in his lap, knee bouncing, trying to smile at Simon and Ajay who smile back, though something in their eyes is mildly concerned.

You chat away to Claire and Nicole as if Wally isn't buzzing out of his skin beside you, pretty and awake, voice tinkling like a bell. Wally chews his lip the longer you go without indicating you notice him.

You're wrapped up in the conversation, he tells himself. You're not mad at him. Right? .... Right!?

Uncertain, but desperate for acknowledgement, Wally reaches out and places a hand on your knee. You don't shoo him away. Don't move it. In fact, you inch closer, pressing your hip against his and curling your hand around his. You don't look at him, but Wally considers it a win.

Or maybe it's not.

Maybe you just don't want to cause a scene, and you're giving him crumbs of affection to placate him before you take him somewhere private and blow his world to smithereens.

By the time the bell rings, Wally's worked himself into a frenzy. Palms sweaty, face pale, lip worried red. He keeps his eyes down, offering you a nervous, tight smile when you gaze up at him as you stand and grab your bag.

You notice and tilt your head, studying him like last night's Bio homework.

You and he have English next, but you don't seem to care, dragging him by the wrist into and empty classroom where you instruct him to, "Sit."

Wally does as he's told, sitting in the teacher's chair, staring up at you with enormous, soulful eyes, as if pleading for you to forgive him for whatever he did wrong.

You scan his face through narrowed eyes, and then slide your bag off your shoulder and let it drop to the floor. Quite unexpectedly (though very much appreciated), you plant your legs on either side of his and plop down in his lap with your whole weight. Hips right against his, no air between you; your hands on his shoulders and his on your waist.

He gulps, blinking at you, waiting for you to say something.

Finally, "What's going on in that silly head of yours, pretty boy?"

Wally releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding, relaxing as your lips curl into a warm, sedate smile. His hands tighten on your waist.

"I...thought you were mad at me?" He poses like a question, feeling stupid now that he hears himself say it out loud. And then, babbling, "I thought I might've disrespected your time last night. I know I left later than we planned, and I'm so sorry. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again, babe, I promise. But you know how I am when I get you all to myself—" Which sounds like he's blaming you, crap "Not that it's your fault, I'm not saying that, I was just trying to say that I know I need to be more aware of the time—"

You shut him up with a hard, deep kiss. Your lips taste like candy, tongue sweet-sour as you sweep it over his, moaning in delight when he begins to respond.

His hands fall to your hips, then glide back to grab your ass cheeks, hitching you as close as he can get you. Wally spreads his legs wide, cock fattening up so quick he sees spots behind his eyes when you grind forward and gasp.

"There's my good boy," You murmur, breathless, beautiful; cheeks pink and eyes glossy, and, oh fuck, Wally whimpers. You fist your hand into his hair and drag him into another heavy kiss, not letting him breathe until you've had your fill.

He pants, fingers kneading the flesh of your ass as you grind in slow, delirious rolls of your hips against his.

"I'm not mad at you, Wally," You assure him, "What did I tell you last time you thought I was?"

It takes everything in Wally to remember anything outside of this moment, but eventually he says, "That you'd tell me immediately."

"And I meant that." You pause, going still, and he whines in frustration. "Don't you trust me?"

He nods vigorously, "I trust you, I'm sorry," pinning you to him which in turn shifts you against his cock. He moans weakly, grinding his hips up, begging you to take pity on him.

Fuck, it's insane how easily he gets worked up for you, but he wouldn't change a thing. You and he are already skipping English, might as well use the time doing something...productive.

"Shh, you don't need to apologize," And you say it as you wedge a hand between your body and his, fingers deftly undoing his fly, hand sneaking under the denim to palm him through his boxer-briefs. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Wally's breathing too quick to respond, to thank you for being so understanding. His eyes roll back, head tipping backwards, hips bucking into your hand.

"Baby, please," God, he needs you, is already leaking a wet spot into the cotton.

Cruelly. Sultry. "Use your words, pretty boy," You purr, biting a trail down his neck. "Tell me what you want to do."

He swallows thickly, groans weakly, a pathetic little mewl. He hates having to ask, especially when he knows you know exactly what he's angling for.

But then your hand stops, your hips stop, you stop, and he forces out, "I wanna be inside you so bad..." Choked and desperate.

He opens his eyes and sees you smirking at him, cool as a cucumber. Or that's what he thinks until you grab his hand and bring it under your skirt, encourage his fingers to slip under the crotch of your panties. Fuck, you're so wet. Juicy and slick and hot just for him. Again, he swallows, throat dry, eyes heavy-lidded and blown, panting like a dog as you begin to ride his fingers.

"Is that good?" He asks, cock throbbing when you throw your head back, arch your chest forward, moan like a porn star because of something he's doing to you.

He can't take it anymore, needs to have you, needs to be inside you. He pulls his fingers out too soon. You pout, but don't complain, shifting to peel your panties off before resettling in his lap. Wally has enough brain power left to check that the door is locked, the little window still covered by that Drug Prevention poster plastered all over the school for the next month.

You bring him right the fuck back into the moment by dropping down on his cock, one slick-slide move that punches a grunt from Wally's chest. You start slow, always taking your time to build a rhythm, drive him batshit fucking crazy with lust before giving him what he needs to get to the edge.

"You're such a good boy, Wally," You praise, lifting and sinking down on him again and again and again, squeezing tight around him every time, "You're so sweet, so perfect."

And, shit, he needs to hear that, his blood pumping harder, weak sounds of pleasure and gratitude released from his core, his hands clutching you like worship. Then, you start to move faster. Sharper grinds, harder drops, wet squelches telling him how close you are.

How close he got you.

"Oh, God, baby, I'm gonna come," He sobs, feet planted, hips bucking in tempo with your movements, fingernails digging into your ass cheeks, "Don't stop, fuck, baby, I'm gonna—"

It hits him like a Mack truck to the hypothalamus. He explodes inside you, crying out like a fucking princess, pumping his hips as he spends everything he has in him.

It rips your climax from you, Wally can feel it, shit, fuck, it's so good, the way you go so tight around him, a vise holding him deep inside you. The way your thighs spasm and your mouth falls open and you look at Wally like he's the most important person in the world.

Moments later, cooled down and cuddling in the afterglow, you pet his hair sweetly and kiss him with fondness; soft, loving.

"What do we do the next time you think I'm mad at you?" You say like a kindergarten teacher talking about sharing crayons.

Wally pouts, mumbles, "Talk to you about it."

You grin. "And when do we talk about it?"

"Before I get anxiety..." Wally pinches his lips together and averts his gaze.

You don't let him avoid your eyes for long, drawing his face back so he has to look at you.

"If it makes you feel any better, Wally, I honestly don't think I could ever get mad at you." You kiss the tip of his nose. "But if I do, I promise, I'd tell you straight away, okay?"

Wally nods, as solemn as he is grateful and relieved, "Okay."

You lean in, nip his earlobe and whisper, "Good boy." And suddenly he's fucking hard all over again, flipping you onto your back on the teacher's desk and showing you with his body exactly how good he can be.

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a silly little subby Wally drabble because our clingy boo is fun to write.

What about Wally Clark with a reader who’s kind of the opposite of him. Like he’s very outgoing and friendly but she’s very reserved and quiet. She doesn’t like socializing much and kind of stays to herself, so when she dies at Split River no one really noticed, which did upset her but she also doesn’t talk about it. Then one day after a session with mr martin, Wally overhears him talking to Janet about how he feels like she really wont open up and that its a little concerning. So Wally decides to build a friendship with her, which proves to be really difficult at first since she doesn’t like to socialize at all. But after a bit he starts to kind of naturally gravitate toward you, and gets you to actually open up to him which makes him very happy.

In the Silence

Synopsis: In which Wally Clark doesn’t give up on you, and his hard work pays off.

The thing about Wally Clark was that he never gave up.

It was something everyone in Split River knew about him, something that stuck even after death. He was persistent, always moving forward, always finding a way to make people laugh, to bring people together.

And then there was her.

She was quiet. Kept to herself. The kind of person people didn’t really notice, even when she was alive. And after she died? It was like she had never existed at all.

She didn’t talk about it, but Wally knew. He heard things. Overheard things. Like today, after Mr. Martin’s session, when he lingered near the door just long enough to catch his voice drifting through the walls.

“She won’t open up,” Mr. Martin said. “It’s concerning.”

“Some people are just like that,” Janet replied, but there was something in her tone—like even she wasn’t sure.

Wally frowned.

He had never spoken to her much. Not because he didn’t want to, but because she made it clear she didn’t want anyone to. She was like a shadow, always on the edges, always looking like she had more to say but never saying it.

But Wally liked a challenge.

So the next day, he found her sitting alone near the bleachers, staring out at nothing in particular.

“Hey, stranger,” he said, grinning.

She barely acknowledged him. Just a slow blink, a flicker of surprise before she turned back to whatever she was thinking about.

He sat down next to her anyway.

“You come here often?” he teased, nudging her lightly.

Silence.

Wally was used to people talking back, laughing, meeting his energy. She didn’t. She just sat there, arms wrapped around herself, making it very clear that this was her space, and he was intruding.

But Wally Clark didn’t scare easy.

So he kept trying.

⸻

It wasn’t easy.

She didn’t talk much, and when she did, it was short answers. Simple. To the point. If she had her way, she probably would’ve ignored him forever.

But Wally had patience.

He started sitting with her whenever he could, whether she liked it or not. He talked, and she listened. Told her stories about his life, about football games, about dumb things he and the guys used to do. He didn’t know if she actually cared, but she never told him to stop.

And somewhere along the way, it became natural.

She never talked about herself, but she listened. Really listened. And for someone like Wally, who was always loud, always laughing, always the center of attention—it was kind of nice.

So he kept talking.

Kept filling the silence.

And then, one day, everything changed.

⸻

They were sitting on the bleachers again. Wally had been talking for a while—about practice, about parties, about the way death hadn’t really hit him until he realized he’d never actually get to grow up.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You ever think about that? Like… what you would’ve done if you had more time?”

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t even look at him.

Her hands were clenched in her lap, fingers digging into the fabric of her sweater. Her shoulders were stiff, like she was holding something back.

Wally hesitated.

“You okay?” he asked, voice softer.

That was all it took.

She broke.

It wasn’t just a few tears. It was everything. A flood of emotions that had been buried for too long, crashing down all at once. Her shoulders shook, and before Wally even knew what he was doing, he moved closer, pulling her into a hug.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, holding her as she sobbed. “You’re okay.”

She didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to. She just held on, gripping his shirt like he was the only thing keeping her from falling apart completely.

And for once, Wally Clark didn’t try to fill the silence.

He just stayed.

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