Wally Clark NSFW! Alphabet

Homecoming 81'

Drabble Flashback Pt.12

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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Wally Clark had faced a lot of nerve-wracking moments in his life—big football games, pop quizzes he definitely hadn’t studied for, that one time he wiped out in front of the entire cafeteria.

But this?

This was worse.

Because this was Y/N.

And he was about to ask her to Homecoming.

The thing was, they’d been circling each other for months. Hanging out, talking on the phone late into the night, getting just close enough that people started assuming they were together.

But they weren’t.

Not yet.

And Wally was done waiting around.

So here he was, pacing in the empty hallway outside her last class, trying not to psych himself out before she came through that door.

“Dude, just ask her.”

Wally spun around to see one of his teammates, Scott, leaning against the lockers, looking way too amused.

“I am,” Wally hissed.

“Are you? ‘Cause it kinda looks like you’re trying to figure out how to fake your own death instead.”

Wally scowled. “Shut up.”

Scott held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, just saying. Everyone knows she likes you.”

His stomach did a weird flip. “You don’t know that.”

Scott rolled his eyes. “Whatever, man. Good luck.”

Before Wally could respond, the classroom door swung open, and students spilled out into the hallway.

And then—there she was.

Y/N, looking effortlessly cool in that way she always did, her bag slung over one shoulder, flipping through her notebook with a small furrow in her brow.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and—

“Oh,” she said, looking up. “Hey, Wally.”

Say words.

Any words.

“You like dances, right?” he blurted.

She blinked. “Uh. I guess?”

“Cool,” he said. “Cool, cool, cool.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

No. Absolutely not.

But he cleared his throat and forced himself to get it together.

“So, uh… Homecoming is next week.”

She nodded slowly. “I’m aware.”

“And, uh…” He scratched the back of his neck. “I was thinking maybe you’d wanna go. With me. As, y’know, more than just two people who happen to be in the same place at the same time.”

She tilted her head. “Are you asking me as a date?”

“...Yes?”

Her lips twitched. “That sounded very confident.”

“I am confident,” he shot back, folding his arms. “Super confident.”

Y/N hummed, pretending to think it over.

Wally felt like he was dying.

Then, finally, she grinned. “Yeah, Clark. I’ll go to Homecoming with you.”

The relief hit him so hard he almost sagged against the lockers. Instead, he kept his cool.

Barely.

“Great,” he said, trying not to sound too excited. “It’s a date.”

“It is,” she agreed, still smirking. “Now, let’s see if you survive actually dancing.”

He groaned. “I knew you were gonna bring that up.”

She laughed, linking her arm through his as they started walking.

And Wally couldn’t stop grinning the whole way down the hall.

Because finally—finally—this was happening.

And Homecoming?

That was just the beginning.

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.

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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 ◇

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.

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.

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Character: Wally

Y/N

Number 16 on your list of prompts “give me a kiss, my love”

Maybe they have been friends forever (literally) and they finally confess their feelings

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"You know, Wally," Y/n said, flipping through the pages of a dusty comic book, "I think I've figured out what's been missing in these superhero love stories."

Wally Clark, his eyes glued to the TV, munched on a potato chip. "Oh, really?"

"Mmhmm," she murmured, not looking up. "They always rush into it. No buildup. No tension."

He chuckled, tossing his half-eaten sandwich onto the plate. "You've been reading too many of those romance novels your mom hides."

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the street lamp outside, casting shadows that danced across the worn-out sofa and the floor littered with comic book pages. The air had the scent of old books and the faint aroma of pizza from the box on the coffee table. Wally and the reader had known each other forever—best friends since they were kids, sharing secrets, laughter, and a mutual love for all things comic-related.

The TV flickered, showing a scene from their favorite show, 'The Flash'. The hero zoomed through the city, a blur of red and yellow, saving the day once again. Y/n sighed, placing the comic book aside. "They never really show the moment, you know?"

Wally turned to her, curiosity piqued. "The moment?"

"When they finally realize they're in love," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's always so... rushed."

Their eyes met, and the room seemed to hold its breath. The crackling static of the TV was the only sound between them, the world outside fading away. The warmth of the summer evening pressed against the windows, creating a gentle breeze that rustled the curtains.

Wally leaned closer, his heart hammering in his chest. He had felt something for her for a long time, but he wasn't sure if it was the same for her. "Maybe that's just how it happens in comics," he said, his voice a little shaky.

The reader's eyes searched his, a hint of something unspoken passing between them. "Or maybe," she began, "it's because it's more complicated in real life."

Wally swallowed, the crumbs of his sandwich feeling like boulders in his throat. He had known her for what felt like an eternity—seen her in every possible light, from the awkwardness of puberty to the confidence she now exuded. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice barely audible. "It's definitely more complicated."

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The air grew thick with unspoken words and unexplored feelings. He reached for her hand, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt through his body. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't pull away. The TV was forgotten as they sat there, their fingers intertwined, the electricity between them crackling like a live wire.

"Remember when we used to run around the neighborhood pretending to be superheroes?" she asked, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. "You always said I'd make the perfect sidekick."

"Well," Wally said, his own smile spreading, "you still do." He took a deep breath, the moment feeling as if it was frozen in time. "But I think you might be more than that."

Her pulse quickened, and she looked down at their joined hands, tracing the lines of his palm with her thumb. "What do you mean?"

Wally took another deep breath, his heart racing. "I mean," he began, his voice gaining strength, "you've been more than a sidekick to me for a long time. You're... you're my partner, in every sense of the word."

The room was still. The only sound was the distant hum of the city outside. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, searching for the truth in his gaze. "Wally..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Give me a kiss, my love," he murmured, his voice filled with a yearning that had been simmering just beneath the surface for years.

Their lips met, tentative at first, like two magnets finding their polar opposites. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as the years of unspoken feelings crashed into them like a tidal wave. Her hand reached up to cradle his cheek, the stubble rough against her fingertips. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, and she melted into him, feeling the strength in his embrace, the warmth of his body against hers.

The kiss grew more passionate, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, their hearts beating in perfect sync, their bodies entwined in a dance of love and desire.

Wally's hand slid down her back, feeling the soft fabric of her shirt give way to the smooth skin beneath. He could feel the heat emanating from her, and it was all he could do to keep from devouring her right there. She leaned into him, her fingers threading through his hair, and he knew he had to have more. He gently pushed her back onto the sofa, never breaking the connection of their lips.

Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, made for each other. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest, the softness of her breasts pressing against him, and the gentle curve of her waist. She moaned softly, the sound sending a shiver down his spine.

He took his time, exploring the landscape of her body, learning every inch of her. His hands traced the lines of her neck, the softness of her shoulders, and the curve of her waist. She responded with a gentle pressure of her own, her hands roaming over his chest, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath her fingertips.

Their clothes were discarded piece by piece, each article revealing more of their bare skin to the warm evening air. They took in the sight of each other, savoring the moment like it was their last. He could see the desire in her eyes, mirroring his own, and it only served to fuel the fire burning between them.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their touches more intimate. They explored each other's bodies, their hands and mouths speaking a silent language of love and need. He could feel her body quivering with anticipation, her breath hitching in her throat as he kissed his way down her neck.

When he reached her breasts, he took his time, teasing and caressing them with his thumbs, watching as her nipples grew taut with desire. He took one into his mouth, suckling gently, and she arched her back with a soft cry of pleasure.

Her hands found their way to his belt, and she began to unbuckle it with trembling fingers. He helped her, his own hands not much steadier. The zipper of his jeans was next, and she pulled them down, revealing his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers.

He kicked them off, and she reached out, wrapping her hand around him, her touch sending shockwaves through his body. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. She stroked him slowly, her eyes never leaving his, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

With a gentle push, he had her legs spread, and he settled between them. He kissed her again, deep and slow, as he slid his hand between her thighs, feeling the slickness of her arousal. She was ready for him, and the knowledge was almost too much to bear.

He slid a finger inside her, her body tightening around him. She was warm and wet, and he felt his own body respond, his need for her growing stronger by the second. He stroked her gently, feeling her tense and relax against his touch.

Wally leaned down, placing kisses along her collarbone and down her chest, his tongue tracing the path his hand had taken. When he reached her core, he paused, looking up at her. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

She nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she whispered.

With that, he kissed her again, and then moved down to kiss her in the most intimate way possible. She gasped, her hips rising to meet his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair.

He took his time, exploring her with his tongue, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, her body writhing beneath him as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her tightening around his tongue, her legs trembling, and knew she was close.

Wally pulled back, watching her face as he slid two fingers inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him, and the sight was almost too much to handle. He moved his hand in a steady rhythm, his thumb circling her clit, feeling her hips rock against him. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her nails digging into the cushions of the sofa.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body spasming with pleasure, her cries echoing in the quiet room. He kissed his way back up her body, his own need reaching a fever pitch. He positioned himself at her entrance, pausing for a moment, savoring the feeling of their bodies so close.

He pushed inside her, feeling her tighten around him, her warmth enveloping him like a glove. She gasped, her eyes flying open to meet his, and he stilled, giving her time to adjust. Then, with a gentle nod from her, he began to move, his hips setting a slow, steady pace.

Their movements grew more urgent, their bodies moving together like a well-oiled machine. The sounds of their love filled the room, their breaths mingling with the slick sounds of their passion. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into his back.

Wally's eyes never left hers, the connection between them more profound than any superhero team-up they had ever dreamed of. He watched as she threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. He knew he was close, too, and could feel the pressure building in his core.

With a final, desperate thrust, he reached his climax, her name on his lips as he filled her with his release. They stayed there, joined together, their hearts pounding, their bodies entwined. It was a moment of perfect peace in the midst of the storm, a moment that would change their friendship forever.

After the storm of passion had passed, they lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths gradually evening out. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, tasting the salt on her skin. "I love you," he whispered, the words feeling both new and ancient at the same time.

She opened her eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I love you too, Wally." It was the simplest declaration, but it held the weight of the world in those three little words.

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, as the TV continued to flicker in the background. The Flash had moved on to his next adventure, but Wally and Y/n had just begun theirs. A love story more epic than any comic book could ever capture, written in the pages of their hearts.

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Ice cream Meltdowns

Drabble Flashback Pt.3

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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.

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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 ♡

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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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