A Mistake That Changed Everything – Junior Year

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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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The Fall – Y/N’s POV

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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.

Collision Course – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.20

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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.

Arcade Nights and Almost Wins

Drabble Flashback Pt.4

Wally Cark x fem!reader

Prompt: friendly competition

No warnings

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The arcade was buzzing, filled with the constant beeps of machines and the occasional victorious shout from some kid landing a high score. Wally Clark had practically grown up here, spending weekends and spare change on Pac-Man, Galaga, and his game—Street Fighter.

Tonight, though, he had a challenger.

“I’m telling you, I’m gonna win,” Y/N said, cracking her knuckles like she was about to go into battle.

Wally smirked, dropping a few quarters into the machine. “Oh yeah? You just started playing last week.”

“And yet, I’m already better than you.”

He snorted. “I don’t know where this confidence is coming from, but alright.”

The screen flickered to life, and they picked their characters. Wally went with his usual—Ryu. Y/N picked Chun-Li.

“Good choice,” he admitted.

“I know,” she said smugly.

They started the first round, fingers flying over the buttons. Wally was good—he had the reflexes, the timing, and the strategy down. But Y/N was catching on fast, countering his moves, dodging attacks he was sure would land.

“You’ve been practicing,” he realized, squinting at her.

“Maybe.”

“You totally have!”

“Shut up and lose, Clark.”

He laughed, shaking his head, but he almost lost the second round. She landed a surprise combo that had him down to his last sliver of health before he pulled off a desperate win.

They were both breathless when the final match loaded.

“You nervous?” she asked, bouncing on her heels.

“Not even a little,” he lied.

The round started. It was close—way too close. Wally was usually cocky about winning, but for the first time, he had no idea how this would go. Y/N was relentless, going for every opening he left, and for a second, he thought she might actually beat him.

Then, in a last-second move, he barely landed a knockout hit.

The words K.O. flashed across the screen.

Wally yelled, throwing his arms in the air. “YES! CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!”

Y/N groaned, dramatically dropping onto the nearby stool. “I had you.”

“Eh, you almost had me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Next time, I’m crushing you.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

She grinned, shaking her head. “You will.”

They played a few more rounds, then wandered to the prize counter, where Wally spent all his leftover tickets on a cheap plastic ring and shoved it into her hand.

“What is this?” she asked, staring at it.

“A consolation prize,” he said, grinning.

She held it up like it was something valuable, then slid it onto her finger. “I’m gonna keep this forever.”

He snorted. “Yeah, right.”

She met his eyes, suddenly serious. “No, really.”

And he didn’t know why, but that made his chest feel weird.

They left the arcade sometime after midnight, Y/N still wearing that stupid plastic ring. And Wally… Wally walked home wondering if maybe, maybe he was already losing a different kind of game.

One where she had no idea she was winning.

Wally Clark NSFW! alphabet

Requested by the lovely @notheoneuneed

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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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Protection and Cameras

Drabble Flashback Pt.1

Wally Cark x fem!reader

Prompt: Wally protects you when the football team sucks

Takes place in 1981 Freshman year

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The bleachers rattled as the football team crowded onto the sidelines, jostling and shouting as the game played on. Y/N stood at the edge, the camera strap tight around her neck, trying—really trying—to get the shot she needed for the yearbook.

“Hey, um… excuse me?” she called over the noise, nudging the nearest player’s shoulder. “I just need a little space.”

No response. Just more shouting, more shoving, more obliviousness.

She tried again. And again. Each time, her voice got softer, her patience wearing thinner.

Then—

“Hey!” Wally’s voice cut through the commotion like a whistle at practice.

The players froze.

He stepped forward, towering just enough to make a point. “She asked you to move. So move.” His usual easygoing tone was gone, replaced with something firm, something that didn’t leave room for argument.

A few of them exchanged glances before grumbling and shifting aside, finally giving her the space she needed.

Y/N blinked up at him, a little stunned. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Wally smirked, tilting his head toward her camera. “Nah, but I figured you’d rather take pictures than waste your breath.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re welcome.”

She snapped a picture of him just to be annoying. He only grinned.

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Record Store Arguments

Drabble Flashback Pt.15

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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“This is the best album ever made,” Wally declared, holding up the record. Let's Dance by Bon Jovi

Y/N snorted. “You have terrible taste.”

He clutched his chest. “Take. That. Back.”

She crossed her arms. “Make me.”

He grinned, narrowing his eyes. “I could tickle you until you admit I’m right.”

Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”

He took a step closer.

She bolted.

Laughter echoed through the aisles as he chased her down, dodging shelves and stacks of vinyl until the store clerk gave them a glare that said one more noise and you’re out.

They tried to stifle their laughter, failing miserably.

Night Swims

Drabble Flashback Pt.8

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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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.

The Truth – Y/N’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.19

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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By the fourth day, I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in my gut.

I had spent the past few days convincing myself I made the right choice, that I had seen enough, that I knew what had happened.

But that doubt—that awful, creeping doubt—was sinking its claws deeper.

I needed answers.

So I found myself outside the diner, arms wrapped around myself against the crisp evening air, heart pounding.

I didn’t even know what I was looking for—maybe just some kind of confirmation, something to solidify what I already believed.

Or maybe… maybe I was hoping to be wrong.

The bell above the door jingled as I stepped inside, the warm smell of coffee and fried food wrapping around me. A few customers lingered in booths, but my eyes zeroed in on the girl from that night—Scott’s cousin.

The girl who had unknowingly shattered everything.

She was sitting alone at the counter, stirring her milkshake absentmindedly.

I took a breath, steeling myself, then approached.

“Hey.”

The girl blinked up at her, brows furrowing. “Uh—hey?”

I hesitated, feeling suddenly stupid for even being here. “You probably don’t know who I am, but I—um, I saw you outside the diner the other night. With Wally.”

Recognition flickered in the girl’s eyes, followed by immediate guilt. “Oh my God, you’re his girlfriend.”

My stomach clenched. “Was his girlfriend.”

The girl winced. “Oh… Oh no.”

I inhaled sharply. “Look, I just need to know—what exactly happened that night?”

The girl looked even more guilty now, shaking her head quickly. “Nothing! Nothing happened! I swear, I was crying because my boyfriend and I got into this huge fight, and Wally was just—he was just being nice. He was comforting me, that’s all.”

My breath caught.

“He didn’t do anything wrong,” the girl continued. “He was actually talking about you. He said he had to get going soon because he had plans with you.”

My vision blurred.

It was like the floor had dropped out beneath me.

I had been wrong.

So, horribly, painfully wrong.

Wally hadn’t cheated.

He had been telling the truth.

And I—

I had left him.

My throat tightened as my heart cracked wide open, the weight of my mistake crushing me.

I had looked him in the eye, accused him of something he didn’t do, and walked away.

“Shit,” I whispered, voice breaking.

The girl gave her a sympathetic look. “I’m really sorry. If I had known—”

I shook my head numbly, backing away. “I have to go.”

And then I was outside, the night air biting against my skin, my pulse hammering.

What had I done?

I had to fix this.

I had to.

Because if I had lost Wally over a mistake—

I didn’t know how I was supposed to live with that.