Lake Day Shenanigans

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.

Fireworks and Almosts

Drabble Flashback Pt.7

Wally Cark x fem!reader

4th of July with Wally

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

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

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

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

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

“Always do,” he agreed.

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

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

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

And that was a problem.

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

Or maybe she was waiting for him to say something.

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

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

He blinked. “Huh?”

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

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

“You so do.”

“Rude.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And maybe that was enough.

For now.

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.

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.

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Aftershock – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.21

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

Coach was fuming.

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

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

But right now?

I didn’t care.

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

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

Because even though I wanted to be angry—

I had missed her too much.

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

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

Turned to her.

Let go of her hand.

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

For a long moment, I just stared.

At the girl who had wrecked me.

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

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

My girl

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

Her breath caught. “I know.”

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

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

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

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

And maybe a part of me thought I should.

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

That part couldn’t let her go.

“Say it again,” I muttered.

She blinked. “What?”

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

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

“I was wrong,” she whispered.

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

Then—

Before I could second-guess myself—

I reached for her again.

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

Her breath stuttered.

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

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

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

Tears welled in her eyes. “Wally—”

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

She nodded, swallowing hard. “I know.”

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

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

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

So I gave her a way out.

A test.

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

Her brows furrowed. “What?”

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

She exhaled shakily. “And if I do?”

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

“Then maybe we start over.”

She stared at me, lips parted, eyes wide.

Then—slowly, carefully—she nodded.

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

We had a chance.

Bike Races & Bruised Knees

Drabble Flashback Pt.10

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

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

“You okay?”

She glared. “I hate you.”

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

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

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

Neither of them moved.

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

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

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

Ferris Wheel Nerves

Drabble Flashback Pt.2

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

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

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

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

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

“I can see just fine from the ground.”

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

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

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

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

She shot him a glare. “I’m fine.”

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

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

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

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

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

She smacked his shoulder. “Swear to God—”

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

“See? You’re fine.”

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

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

She hesitated before following his gaze.

Okay. Maybe it was nice.

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

It was… peaceful.

She exhaled slowly.

“Better?” Wally asked.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

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

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

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

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.”

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

He hesitated, looking out at the view again.

Then—

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

She blinked. “Wait. What?”

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

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

“Hey, I thought it would be fun.”

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

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

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

“Guess so,” she murmured.

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

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

“Survived,” Wally teased as they stepped out.

She shot him a dry look. “Barely.”

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

Maybe not.

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

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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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