Aftershock – Wally’s POV

Doubt – Y/N’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.18

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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It had been three days.

Three days since I ended it.

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

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

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

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

Like I was waiting for something.

Something that wasn’t coming.

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

Didn’t I?

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

It looked bad. It felt awful.

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

Like he was devastated. Like he was shattered.

Like he was telling the truth.

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

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

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

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

Was I wrong?

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

I had just destroyed us for nothing.

A sudden knock at my window made me flinch.

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

But it was just the wind.

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

He wasn’t coming.

Not this time.

Because I was the one who left.

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

Night Swims

Drabble Flashback Pt.8

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

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

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

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

She hummed. “Probably too many to count.”

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

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

“Since I started hanging out with you.”

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

He just smirked, not arguing.

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

Then—

SPLASH!

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

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

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

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

“You ass! That was cold!”

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

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

“No, you don’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Too late.

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

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

Her breath caught.

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

His gaze flickered to her lips.

Her heart stuttered.

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

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

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

She narrowed her eyes. “You always cheat.”

“I never cheat.”

“Wally, you literally—”

“Three, two—”

“Wally—”

“Go!”

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

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

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

She’d never admit it.

Homecoming Dance

Drabble Flashback Pt.13

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” His voice was quieter now.

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

And suddenly, finally, he knew.

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

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

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

So he did.

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

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

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

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

She grinned. “Definitely.”

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

First "Date"

Drabble Flashback Pt.9

Wally Cark x fem!reader

Takes place at the beginning of sophomore year

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Technically, this wasn’t a date.

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

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

But somehow, this felt different.

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N smirked. “Bold claim.”

“You doubt me?”

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

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

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

“I speak the truth.”

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

“You love being friends with me.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

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

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

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

And it made her stomach flip.

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

“Rude,” she said, swatting his hand.

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

She shook her head. “Unbelievable.”

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

He hesitated.

Then—

“This was nice,” he said.

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

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

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

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

He beamed, like that was the best possible answer.

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

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The ones we lost

Wally Cark x fem!reader

summary: Wally Clark was her world—her first love, her best friend, the one person who made everything feel right. But now he’s gone, ripped away in an instant, leaving behind nothing but echoes of laughter in empty hallways and a heart that feels permanently shattered. Every day is a struggle as she walks through Split River High, surrounded by the ghosts of memories that refuse to fade.

warnings: death, grief, loss of a loved one

Author's Note: It's possible that this could turn into a series, but for now, this is just a singular fanfic. If there are any recommendations for future fics or a continuance of this one, my requests are always open ♡

Wally’s POV

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Announcer on PA: "He's got the ball. Wally Clark, down the field. He's at the 40, he's at the 30."

The stadium was electric, the crowd roaring as the final moments of the homecoming game played out under the bright Friday night lights. I sat in the stands, bundled in Wally’s varsity jacket, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves. This was his night—his chance to shine. I could already picture him grinning ear to ear afterward, sweeping me up in a post-game hug, the way he always did.

Then it happened.

Announcer: "Clark takes a big hit. He is down."

The hit came out of nowhere. One second, Wally was sprinting down the field, and the next, a player blindsided him with a brutal tackle. I watched, breathless, as his body lifted off the ground, flipping unnaturally in the air. The sickening crack echoed through the stadium as he landed hard on the turf, his head snapping at an awful angle. The crowd fell eerily silent.

My stomach dropped. Announcer: "This doesn't look good for Wally Clark."

“Get up, Wally,” I whispered, gripping the edge of my seat, willing him to move. To even twitch. But he didn’t. The players around him hesitated before frantically waving for help. Coaches and medics rushed the field, but he just lay there, still, too still. A cold dread settled over me, crawling up my spine.

This wasn’t like the other times he’d been hit. This was different.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard a voice yelling his name. It took me a second to realize it was mine...

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The days after felt like a blur. A never-ending, suffocating blur. The hospital waiting room, the murmured apologies from doctors, the way his mother collapsed into sobs when they told us he was gone.

It felt unreal, like some kind of cruel joke.

Because how could Wally be gone? He was just here. Just laughing with me, just kissing me goodbye before the game, just promising me we'd go to the lake this weekend.

But he wasn’t here anymore. He never would be again.

I don’t remember much about the funeral. Just the weight in my chest, the way the world felt too bright for a day so dark.

People kept talking about him like he was a memory, but I couldn't accept that.

He wasn’t just a memory. He was still mine. My Wally. I stopped going to football games. Couldn’t even look at the field. Every time I walked past it, I swore I could still hear the echo of that hit, the way the crowd gasped, the way my heart broke in real time.

I needed somewhere to go, somewhere that felt like him.

That’s how I met Mr. Daniels, the janitor. He saw me wandering the halls after school one day, lingering in places I shouldn’t be. I expected him to scold me, to tell me to go home, but instead, he just asked, "Looking for somewhere quiet?" I nodded, and after a moment, he motioned for me to follow. He led me to an old storage room near the back of the school, long forgotten and covered in dust. "Nobody uses this place anymore," he said, tossing me a key. "Clean it up if you want. Just don’t tell anyone."

So I did. I spent hours there, sweeping the dust away, hanging up old pictures of Wally from my locker, draping his jacket over the back of a rickety chair.

It wasn’t much, but it was his. And being there, surrounded by the echoes of our time together, made me feel like I wasn’t completely alone.

One day, while sitting in that room, I let myself remember. Really remember. The way Wally smiled when he was nervous. The way his laugh sounded when he was truly happy. And, finally, the way he looked just before it all went wrong.

The scar of that night never left me. I replayed it over and over, but deep down, I knew what happened.

One night, sitting there alone, I whispered to the empty space, "I miss you, Wally." And though the room was silent, though I would never see his face again, I swore I could feel something—just the faintest hint of warmth, like he was still with me in some way. I still dream about him.

Sometimes, I wake up thinking I hear his voice, feel his arms around me. But when I open my eyes, the room is empty. Still, I know the truth.

He’s not lost. Not really. As long as I remember him, as long as I keep this small piece of him close, he’ll always be here. And maybe, just maybe, one day, I’ll see him again.

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Collision Course – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.20

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

Tunnel vision.

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

Then—

Gasps. Shouts.

A figure stepping directly in front of me.

The ball never snapped.

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

Y/N.

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

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

What the hell is she doing?

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

The other players stood frozen, stunned into silence.

I barely heard them.

My breath was caught somewhere between panic and disbelief.

Because Y/N wasn’t moving.

Wasn’t speaking.

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

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

“I was wrong.”

Her voice was shaky, barely above a whisper.

But it was enough.

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

Because I had waited to hear those words.

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

But she never did.

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

On the field.

Stopping everything.

The team was staring.

The coaches were yelling.

But all I could see was her.

My jaw clenched. “You can’t be here.”

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

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

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

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

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

Her bottom lip trembled. “I do.”

No hesitation.

No excuse.

Just that raw, unfiltered regret.

It nearly killed me.

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

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

I still loved her.

I didn’t know if I could stop.

My teammates shifted uncomfortably, waiting for something to happen.

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

I swallowed hard. “Why now?”

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

My breath caught.

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

My heart twisted violently.

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

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

Was it enough?

The air between us crackled.

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

Coach’s whistle shrieked.

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

My fingers twitched around my helmet.

I could turn around. Walk away.

Or—

I could let her back in.

I could take the risk.

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

Then—

I dropped my helmet.

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

Her eyes went wide just as I pulled her in.

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

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

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

The team went silent.

But I didn’t care.

Because for the first time in days—

I could breathe again.

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Author's Note: Wow! The attention that this got was way more than I expected! Thank you all so much! I added flashbacks and a small extra part after Wally’s death. If you think I should continue this, please let me know! ♡

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Drabble Flashbacks

Key:

☆: fluff

◇: angst

♡: smut

Freshman Year

Pt.1 Protection and Cameras 📷 ☆

Pt.2 Ferris Wheel Nerves 🎡 ☆

Pt.3 Ice cream Meltdowns 🍦 ☆

Pt.4 Arcade Nights and Almost Wins 🎮 ☆

Pt.5 Lake day shenanigans 🤪 ☆

Pt.6 Lazy Mornings at the Diner 🍽 ☆

Pt.7 Fireworks and Almosts 🎆 ☆

Sophomore Year

Pt.8 Night swims 🏊‍♂️ ☆

Pt.9 First "Date" 🥤 ☆

Pt.10 Bike Races and Bruised Knees 🚲 ☆

Pt.11 Halloween of 1981 🎃 ☆

Pt.12 Homecoming Proposal 81' 💃 ☆

Pt.13 > Homecoming Dance 🕺 ☆

Junior Year

Pt.14 Late-Night Drive-In 🚗 ☆

Pt.15 Record Store Arguments 💿 ☆

Pt.16 A Mistake That Changed Everything ◇

Pt.17 Aftermath - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.18 Doubt - Y/n's POV ◇

Pt.19 The Truth - Y/n's POV ◇

Pt.20 Collision Course - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.21 Aftershock - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.22 Late-Night Diner - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.23 Rebuilding - Wally’s POV ◇

Present Day

Y/n's POV ◇

Wally’s POV ◇

The Fall - Y/n's POV ◇

Wally Clark NSFW! alphabet

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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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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.