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Ice cream Meltdowns

Drabble Flashback Pt.3

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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The summer heat was unforgiving. The kind of heat that made the pavement too hot to walk on barefoot, that made every movement feel sluggish, that made the idea of being anywhere but inside with a fan blasting seem ridiculous.

But Wally had insisted they go for ice cream.

“Nothing beats a hot day like a triple scoop,” he’d declared, dragging her toward the tiny stand near the edge of town.

Y/N had wisely gone with a single scoop—chocolate chip in a waffle cone. Simple. Classic. Manageable.

Wally, however, had other ideas.

“Go big or go home,” he’d said, ordering three scoops stacked high on a sugar cone—chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. A monstrosity.

And now? Now it was betraying him.

“Damn it,” he muttered, frantically licking at the trails of ice cream melting down his fingers.

Y/N watched, barely containing her laughter. “I told you.”

“I had it under control,” he argued, tilting his cone to try and save what was left.

“You absolutely did not.”

She pulled a napkin from the dispenser and held it out to him. “Here. Before you turn into a human sundae.”

He took it with a smirk. “Too late.”

She shook her head, watching as he wiped at his hands, but the paper napkin wasn’t doing much against the sticky mess. He was covered—chocolate smeared along his palm, vanilla dripping down his wrist, strawberry already soaking into the cuff of his shirt.

“You’re hopeless,” she teased, reaching for more napkins.

“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.”

“Wally, your entire arm is melting.”

He grinned, holding it up. “Think I could convince people I’m bleeding?”

“Only if they’re legally blind.”

She handed him another wad of napkins, shaking her head as he attempted to clean himself up.

The heat pressed down around them, cicadas buzzing in the distance, the scent of waffle cones and sugar thick in the air. It was the kind of summer day that felt endless, stretching lazily into the afternoon, the kind where time didn’t really matter.

And somehow, watching Wally lose an absolute battle with his ice cream made it even better.

“Okay,” he finally admitted, after struggling for a full minute, “this might’ve been a bad idea.”

“Oh wow,” she gasped, placing a hand over her heart. “The great Wally Clark admitting he was wrong?”

“Don’t get used to it.”

She laughed, shaking her head. Then, without thinking, she reached out and wiped a smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth with her thumb.

It was an instinctive, automatic movement, the kind she wouldn’t have even thought twice about—if it weren’t for the way Wally froze.

Her hand hovered for half a second too long, her thumb brushing his skin.

His eyes flicked up to hers, something unreadable behind them.

The air felt different.

She swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close they were standing. Of how the heat wasn’t just from the sun anymore.

And then—

“Clark!”

The moment shattered as one of Wally’s football teammates called from across the lot.

Wally exhaled, stepping back. “Yeah?”

“We’re heading to the field. You coming?”

Wally hesitated, glancing back at Y/N. “Uh—”

“Go,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. “I’ll see you later.”

He nodded, a flicker of something in his expression before he jogged off to join them.

Y/N watched him go, her fingers still tingling where they’d touched his face.

And if she spent the rest of the afternoon wondering what might’ve happened if they hadn’t been interrupted…

Well.

That was her business.

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.

Aftermath – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.17

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I didn’t remember getting back into my truck. Didn’t remember starting the engine or driving through the quiet streets of town.

All I knew was the ache.

The deep, suffocating, ripping-me-apart-from-the-inside ache that wouldn’t let up.

My hands clenched the steering wheel as I pulled into the empty football field parking lot. The place was deserted this late at night, the field itself swallowed in darkness, only the faint glow of the scoreboard casting long shadows over the grass.

I killed the engine but didn’t move, just sat there, staring blankly out the windshield.

It wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be real.

Y/N had left me.

Over something that wasn’t even true.

I ran a hand down my face, exhaling shakily. The worst part—the part that made my stomach churn—was that she hadn’t even let me explain.

She’d looked at me like I was someone else. Like all the time we’d spent together, all the memories, all the love—it hadn’t been enough.

Had I really been that easy to doubt?

My chest tightened.

I wanted to be angry. I should be angry.

But all I felt was empty.

My eyes burned as I slumped forward, resting my forehead against the steering wheel.

I thought about every late-night drive, every time she’d fallen asleep on my shoulder, every whispered "I love you" that had once felt so permanent.

And now—now it was just gone.

A sharp, broken sound escaped my throat, and before I could stop myself, I slammed my fist against the dashboard, hard enough to make my knuckles sting.

I wanted to fix it. To go back, to shake her and make her see.

But she wasn’t listening.

She’d already decided.

And that—more than anything—was what shattered me.

Because I had spent my whole life fighting. Fighting for my team, for my friends, for the future I wanted.

But how do you fight for someone who doesn’t believe in you anymore?

How do you fight when the person you love has already let go?

I swallowed hard, staring out at the darkened field, the place that had once felt like home.

Now, it just felt cold.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t know where to go from here.

Because without her—

I wasn’t sure where I belonged anymore.

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.

Bike Races & Bruised Knees

Drabble Flashback Pt.10

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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

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

“You okay?”

She glared. “I hate you.”

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

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

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

Neither of them moved.

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

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

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

Aftershock – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.21

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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.

The Fall – Y/N’s POV

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The days blurred together.

Since Wally’s death, it felt like time had become something cruel—stretching endlessly while slipping through my fingers all at once. Every morning was the same: waking up exhausted, dragging myself to school, forcing myself through classes like a ghost haunting the halls, and retreating to my storage room the moment I could.

But even that wasn’t helping anymore.

I'd started spending more time there than anywhere else, curled up against the cold walls, pressing Wally’s old jacket against my face just to remember what he smelled like. Some days, I swore I could still hear his laugh in the empty hallways, a phantom echo of something I could never get back.

And now, months later, I was just tired.

I didn’t know why I'd come to practice today. Maybe because Claire kept asking me, maybe because I thought if I just moved for a while, I'd feel something again.

It was the same routine, the same cheers, the same stifling weight pressing down on my chest. I went through the motions, clapping when I was supposed to, calling out counts, but my heart wasn’t in it. Nothing was.

“Alright, last pyramid before we break,” Claire called, clapping her hands. “Let’s make it solid, people.”

I barely heard her.

I moved into position, forcing myself to focus as the girls around me adjusted. The base cheerleaders braced themselves, and I watched as the flyer—a petite sophomore—climbed up, her arms steady, her balance sure.

Just like it had been a hundred times before.

Just like it always was.

Then, something went wrong.

Maybe someone lost their footing, maybe the timing was off—I would never really know. But in an instant, the flyer wobbled at the top of the stunt, her arms pinwheeling, her body tilting at the wrong angle—

And then she fell.

I didn’t have time to react, barely even had time to think.

One second, I was standing there, blinking up at the girl—

The next, everything went black.

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When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the gym floor.

At first, everything was hazy. The fluorescent lights above flickered strangely, like they weren’t quite real, and the air felt colder than it had any right to be.

Then I noticed the people standing around me.

My breath caught in my throat.

Two people I didn't recognize, a teacher and a student.

And one person I did. Wally.

My heart stopped, and suddenly, I was awake.

I scrambled up, sitting bolt upright, my breath coming in fast, shallow gasps.

Wally knelt beside me, his face unreadable, but his eyes—God, his eyes.

“Hey, it's okay. It's okay, baby,” he said softly.

The sound of his voice—his actual voice—sent a tremor through me.

My hands shook as I looked at him, at the boy I had spent months grieving, at the boy I had lost.

My boy

“…Wally?”

His throat bobbed, but he nodded. “Yeah. I’m here.”

Tears burned at the edges of my vision. “But—” I looked around wildly, my head spinning. “But I—I was at practice. The flyer—she fell, and then—”

I stopped.

My stomach dropped.

Wally didn’t say anything.

Neither did the other two people.

The others exchanged a look, but Wally was the one who spoke. “Baby, breathe.”

My breath caught in my throat.

It took me a second to remember—cheer practice, the last pyramid, the flyer losing balance—

And then the fall.

I swallowed hard. “But I—I was just there. I should be—” I looked at Wally again, my voice almost pleading. “I should be fine.”

His throat bobbed. “I know.”

The weight of it settled in my chest.

I wasn’t.

I was here.

Just like him.

Just like them.

A sharp breath left my lungs, and I shook my head again, running my hands over my arms like that would somehow make this real. “This doesn’t make sense. This can’t be happening.”

Wally took a step forward, slow, careful. “I know it’s a lot.”

“A lot?” A broken laugh left my lips. “I—” I swallowed, pressing a hand to my forehead. “I don’t know what to do.”

Wally hesitated for half a second before reaching out, his fingers brushing mine. When I didn’t pull away, he took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now.”

I let out a slow, unsteady breath, staring down at where his hand covered mine. His touch was warm, familiar, grounding.

It didn’t fix anything.

But it helped.

“I was just starting to feel… normal again,” I admitted quietly. “Or at least something close to it.” I swallowed hard. “And now—” His thumb gently rubbed away a tear from my cheek.

“You don’t have to go through this alone.”

I looked up at him.

His gaze was steady, reassuring. Real.

For months, I had spent every day aching for just a second more with him, just a moment where he was still here, where he hadn’t been ripped away from me.

And now, somehow, impossibly—he was.

Not in the way I wanted.

Not in the way I would’ve chosen.

But still.

I squeezed his hand, exhaling shakily. “…Okay.”

A small, knowing smile crossed his lips. “Okay.”

For the first time since I woke up, I felt like maybe—just maybe—I wouldn’t have to figure this out alone.

My requests are always open! Please send me your requests, no matter how weird or cringe! I got y'all!! Lots of love!! ♡

Example of my writing

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Prompt list you can request from

1. "I love you, but please stop whatever it is you're doing"

2. "STOP BEING SO CUTE, IT'S NOT FAIR"

3. "You're an idiot." "Yeah, but I'm your idiot"

4. "Make me"

5. "You make me so unbelievably happy"

6. "You didn't call, you didn't next, nothing"

7. "You know we're meant to be"

8. "you're seriously like a man-child"

9. "It was a joke, baby. I swear"

10. "mine"

11. "Are you even listening to me?"

12. "Is that my shirt?"

13. " You're kinda cute, you know... only kinda"

14. "Just marry me already "

15. "It's too cold! Come back"

16. "Gimme a kiss, my love"

17. "Hold my hand" "what?" "just hold it"

18. "Can we get a dog?" "We have a dog" "I know, I want another"

19. "She did it! "No he did!"

20. "Oh shut up and kiss me already"

21. "Wait a minute, are you jealous?"

22. "I never thought I'd find a love like this"

23. "Leave me alone, the only thing I'm embarrassed by is your lame attempt at being cute!"

24. "Baby, please let me in. I'm sorry"

25. "Too bad, baby. You're stuck with me"

26. "You're honestly really freaking cute when you're jealous"

27. "Can I kiss you?"

28. "Wait, you're leaving already?"

29. "Why am I always the one carrying you?"

30. "f okay, what are you doing in a Spider-Man onesie, in my bedroom?"

31. "You make me feel safe"

32. "PILLOW FIGHT"

33. "God, you're beautiful. My pretty girl"

34. "No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for the day!"

35. I had a rough day, and all I want right now is to cuddle with my partner

36. "God, you're cute" "You think I'm cute?"

37. "You're legally obligated to keep holding me"

38. "Sweet girl. Am I your lock screen?" "You weren't supposed to see that"

39. "Do you like it?"

40. "I've never seen you so nervous"

41. "In our defense, we were left unsupervised"

42. "I can't help it, you're fun to mess with"

43. " Don't shut me out, please"

44. "Stay away from me"

45. "I saw that. You totally just checked me out"

46. "I literally cannot say no to you. It's impossible"

47. "Forgive me, please. I need you"

48. "Hey-- look at me. You can talk to me*

49. "Did you just flinch away from me?"

50. "Do it. I dare you"

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Authors Note: I can make a fic using the entire SFW and/or the NFSW alphabet if requested! Just say the characters name! ♡

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SFW Alphabet (available for any character)

A - Affection (how affectionate are they)

B - Body (what's their favorite part of your body?)

C - Cuddles (do they cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

D - Dates (what dates with them would be like)

E - Equal (do they prefer to be more in control or laid-back in the relationship?)

F - Future (What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?)

G - Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

H - Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)

I- I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)

J - Jealousy (how jealous are they?)

K - Kisses (how do they kiss?)

L - Love language (how do they show their love?)

M - Mornings (what are mornings with them like?)

N - Nights (what are nights with them like?)

O - Obvious (How obvious do they make it that they like you?)

P - Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Q - Quizzes (how much do they remember about you?)

R - Rhythm (what songs reminds you of them?)

S - Security (how protective are they?)

T - Try (how much effort do they put into the relationship?)

U - Ugly (what's a bad habit of theirs?)

V - Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

W - Whole (do they feel incomplete without you?)

X - Xtra (random headcannon)

Y - Yuck (something they don't like)

Z - Zzzz (sleeping habits)

NSFW Alphabet (available for any character)

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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Rebuilding – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.23

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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The drive home was quiet.

Not uncomfortable. Not tense. Just… quiet.

Y/N sat beside me in the passenger seat, fingers tracing idle patterns against her jeans. Every now and then, I could feel her looking at me, but she didn’t say anything. Didn’t push.

And honestly? I didn’t know how to feel about that.

Part of me had expected more—some grand plea, a desperate apology, something that would take away the ache in my chest. But instead, she had just sat there, letting me be.

And weirdly… it helped.

It wasn’t a quick fix. It wasn’t some magic answer that made everything suddenly fine. But it was something.

I pulled into her driveway, shifting the truck into park.

Still, neither of us moved.

Finally, Y/N sighed, turning to face me.

“I don’t expect things to go back to normal overnight,” she admitted, voice quiet. “And I know I have to earn your trust back.”

I swallowed hard, gripping the steering wheel. “Yeah. You do.”

She nodded, like she had already come to terms with that.

“But I’m willing to wait,” she said softly. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to prove to you that I won’t walk away again.”

I stared at her for a long moment, the streetlights casting shadows across her face.

I wanted to believe her.

And a part of me did.

But another part—the part that still remembered the way she had looked at me that night, like she had already made up her mind, like nothing I said mattered—

That part was scared.

“Okay,” I finally said.

Her breath hitched. “Okay?”

I exhaled, nodding. “We try. But slowly.”

A small, hopeful smile tugged at her lips. “Slowly.”

She hesitated, like she wasn’t sure if she should reach for me again.

This time, I was the one to close the distance.

Not a kiss. Not some big, dramatic gesture.

Just my fingers brushing over hers, a quiet promise that we weren’t completely broken.

That maybe, just maybe—

We could put the pieces back together.

Y/N squeezed my hand lightly before letting go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked, her voice laced with something fragile.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She gave me one last soft look before slipping out of the truck, disappearing into her house.

And for the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe again.

Maybe this wasn’t the end.

Maybe it was just the beginning.

Homecoming Dance

Drabble Flashback Pt.13

Wally Cark x fem!reader

Star-crossed lovers Masterlist

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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.