Skirts And Skins

You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N slow burn story

Part 20:

Summary: After confronting your scar, Wally heads into his and you and him finally admit your feelings for each other (finally LOL)

The sun peered through the small window in the storage room waking you up not that you got much rest after keep waking up reliving your scar. Good thing you actually didn’t need sleep, but it felt good to have something normal. Wally was already awake doing some stretches on the floor. “Morning, Darling” he says as he does a sit up. Seeing him like that makes you feel all flustered. “I have an idea, something we could all do to take our minds off this whole scar/ Mr Martin drama.” He says continuing to do push ups. “What’s your idea?” you ask as you get off the couch. He finishes his sit ups and you give him your hand to help him off the floor, not that he needed it anyway. “We have a field day. We get all of our anger out and just have fun.” He says enthusiastically. “That’s a great idea, I defiantly need to get some anger out after yesterday” you said. He nods his head as you two exit the room to find the others. You find Rhonda and Charley in the cafeteria and tell them Wally’s idea. they both agree wanting to push back going into their scars longer. 

You all head outside and find the others along the way, all eager for the day. Normally field day was Wally’s thing, and you just went along with it, but for the first time in years you were just as eager. You grabbed a golf club and began smashing the vending machines. You turn around and notice everyone is staring at you in shock. “Damn chickee, didn’t know you had it in you.” Rhonda expresses with her mouth hung open. “Yeah well, seeing your own death for the first time as well as your best friend’s death again it does something to a person.” You say as you take another swing at another vending machine. “Are you guys going to join in or just watch me destroy stuff?” you add when again you notice everyone staring. 

They all go their own ways, while Charley stays behind to talk to you. “Y/N I love you but in all these years of friendship I have never seen you so angry especially on field day, a day literary made for it. What’s going on?” he asks with concern in his voice as you give one final blow to the vending machines. “I told you, going through my scar was traumatic.” You reply as you put down the golf club and follow Charley to the picnic table. “And?” he adds. You shrug not knowing what he means to which he gives you a look. “Ok and its Wally. I just- I can’t understand why he hasn’t noticed I have been here all along and that we belong together.” You utter. “Are you quoting Taylor Swift right now? He laughs. “Yes, if you and I were alive we would be at all of her concerts.” You laugh. “You know I love him but he’s a himbo. You have to actually tell him otherwise he will remain clueless forever.” He states. “I wish he would come to the conclusion himself, so I don’t have to tell him. Oh my god, Rhonda is right I am a chicken.” You say. “Yeah, you are. Just tell him already before he and Maddie get too serious, she may not be really dead but that doesn’t stop her and him from doing stuff.” he says. “Gross.” You add as Rhonda and Tommy join the table. 

“Have you calmed down yet chickee?” Rhonda asks and she takes a seat next to Charley while Tommy sits next to you. “She’s finally going to tell him.” Charley says enthusiastically. “About time chickee, what made you decide now?” Rhonda says as she takes a lollipop out from her pocket. “Going into the scar, seeing his death and mine made me realise that I don’t want to waste anymore time. It feels right.” You express. “Well go do it now, I overheard him tell Maddie he’s ready to face his scar and find Mr Martin.” Tommy says as Wally and Maddie approach your table. 

“Darling, its time.” Wally says as Maddie takes a seat. You nod and go with him to grab his object to get into his scar. He grabs his football as you and him head to the field. “You sure you are up for this now? The others will understand that you need more time.” You express knowing what he will face since you just did. “Yeah, I have to. No, I need too, I need to find him we need- I need answers.” He says as he tries to hype himself up. “Ok Walls, I’ll be right here for you.” You say giving him a hug. He lets go off the hug, then vanishes as he sees the red glow. 

You take a seat on the lower level of the bleachers, not knowing how long you would have to wait. To pass time you talk to yourself, practicing what you want to say to Wally when you tell him that you love him. “What I’m about to say mighty be the best thing you ever heard or the worst thing, but I have been holding on to a secret that I have never told you, for 41 years. Wally, I love you. I have loved you since junior year. I was going to tell you at homecoming, but we all know how that went down. I then got so terrified that you would reject me, and I would lose you. Which I could never lose you especially in this place. I’m sorry I have kept it in for so long and I know you and Maddie have something, but it was killing me not telling you.” You finish rambling when you see Wally fall out of his scar, and on to the grass, grasping for air clinging onto his throat.

“I’m here, Walls. Its ok.” You say as you rush towards him and kneel to hug him. It takes him a while to calm down, but you just hold him and wait until he says. “I love you too, Darling.” You stare blankly at him confused. “Huh?” you mumble. “I heard everything you said Y/N, like you said you heard me in yours yesterday.” He replies pushing a strand of hair away from your face. Shit. You did forget you said that. “I didn’t want you to find out that way, I truly was waiting for the right moment. You’re not mad at me that I never told you?” You ask as you grab his hand. “Why would I be mad Darling? Because I have kept something from you for a long time too, I have loved you since I accidently walked in on you changing on Halloween, I was scared too.” He admits. “So, we have loved each other this whole time and we never said anything?” You add. “Yeah, I guess so.” He laughs making you laugh as well. “Oh my god, I could have been with you this whole time, but I have been too much of a chicken to admit it.” You say still laughing. And before you knew it, Wally had grabbed your hands and gently directed you to the grass, with him on top of you and kisses you. He breaks apart the kiss long enough to say “You belong with me, Darling” you smile and kiss him again. Finally, you feel a weight lift. You feel your heart get lighter and fuller of love knowing he’s felt the same way this whole time. “I love you Walls.” You mumble into his lips as you feel breathless in a good way, finally kissing the love of your life. 

Then you remembered, the whole reason he went into the scar. “Wait was he in there?” you ask breaking apart your kiss, eyes still locked to his. “No, he must be in one of the others. Now, let’s not talk about him and let’s get back to what we were doing.” He snarls as he places his soft pink lips on yours once more. 

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Milo Manheim

Crush

summary: prompt fill. you and Wally are buddies. friends who share mutuals; occupy the same social circles, but have never spent any time just you and him, exclusive and alone. That? is something Wally is desperate to change. and it seems you feel the same way... (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut lite. feelgood. oneshot. AU - everyone's alive. getting together.

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Crush

Wally's head lifts as soon as the door opens. The little bell tinkles; the breeze carries your perfume through the space. He closes his eyes, inhales deeply, not more than a fraction of a second, but he still feels exposed.

Cue vibrant, colorful background; glitter and hearts; slow-motion and strings. You step through the door and into frame, looking like a vision. Crisp against the fading world behind you.

God dammit, Wally has a problem.

Not that anyone seems to notice. Whatever crush Wally has on you is explained away by his excitable nature. His touches sweet, but not exclusive. His attention cute, but equally spread amongst those he loves.

Wally doesn't feel like it's equally spread. At all. Not even a little. He feels like you're the only thing he can see, hear, smell, touch. You occupy more brainspace than his own personality.

Does he even remember his address? His birthday? His name?

You plop down in the open seat beside him—saved just for you, and no one argued because, at this point, it's expected—and smile brightly at everyone, offering greetings and apologies for being late.

No. Wally doesn't remember anything about himself, but he sure as shit remembers everything about you, including your ridiculous coffee order which the barista kindly delivers to the table upon Wally's signal.

You turn sideways in your seat, patting a rhythm on Wally's leg, imparting your giddiness as you rev yourself up for Sunday Trivia. Wally's heart practically erupts from his body, Alien chestburster, fucking wrecked and melted and soppy the instant your hands and that gorgeous smile land on him.

"We're gonna win this week," You declare, ruffling his hair as you correct your position to take a sip of your coffee. "I can feel it."

"That's what you said last week," He chuckles, desperately hoping his cheeks aren't as pink as they feel.

As casual as can be, he swings his arm up and rests it on the back of your chair, thumb stretched to swipe the soft skin of your shoulder. Wally's eyes are glued to the blank trivia answers sheet as he pretends to be totally normal about you, not hyperventilating on the inside at all.

"Yeah, but last week Rhonda brought Quinn. This week, Rhonda and Quinn are busy. We're gonna win," You explain with a grin, eyes sparkling when you wink at him.

Fuck your kissable smile, your lickable skin, your soft shapes that Wally wants to trace with his fingers and tongue and teeth. You can't look at him like that.

Somehow, he manages to play it cool; holds up his end of the conversation like a champ, teasing you as much as flirting, and making you laugh so suddenly, you almost spit-take all over poor Charley, innocently sitting across from you.

"You guys are the worst," He grumps, "You need to be separated."

"Absolutely not," You say without hesitation, "We're too good a team."

Wally agrees around the girly squeal lodged in his throat. Thankfully still in there, and not out in the wild for everyone to hear and judge.

Trivia starts minutes later, the emcee upbeat as always, and you and Wally kill it. Through cackles and competitive rants and good-natured heckling, you and he take home the prize: A weird-looking, multicolored crocheted monstrosity with too many arms. Made lovingly by one of the baristas. Or made in spite.

You name him Samuel.

Wally falls more in love.

"We need to think up a custody agreement," You say through a chuckle as he escorts you to the bus stop, squishing Samuel to your chest.

Wally studies Samuel with an ill-concealed look of disturbance, "Nah, it's, uh...he's all yours."

You burst out laughing, "Do you hate our child, Clark? He can hear you, you know."

"I love him with my whole heart," Wally defends, eyes wide in mock-surprise that you would accuse him of such a thing. "But I think he'll be happier with you," another look of distaste at Samuel, "I'm willing to sacrifice my legal rights."

"You're a shitty liar," You shove Wally's arm playfully and he just about swoons. Your touch, no matter how innocent, is like fire.

And then that's it, all done, Sunday over. You're on the bus, blowing an exaggerated kiss at Wally as you board with Samuel and leave Wally standing on the curb like a lovestruck idiot.

He's so gone for you, it's not even funny anymore.

‗•‗

Wally hates weekdays. This isn't new. He hated them before you transferred from the fancy school to Split River High last year. Only now, he hates them more. Because you're a social butterfly—not unlike him—who bounces from group to group and spends lunch on a rotation.

See, thing is, while you and Wally are inseparable during group activities, you and he don't actually hang out. You aren't besties who make one-on-one plans unless it's to hit every antique store in the radius of town to hunt down something haunted for Maddie's birthday. Usually with Simon and Nicole in tow.

So, not one-on-one, but that's as close as Wally's come to it. And, God, does he savor those moments. When the group is smaller and he doesn't have to split his attention; can keep it squarely on you where it belongs.

You're fun and flirty and dynamic, always up for an adventure. Creative. Silly. A positive influence who drives Wally to be a better person. You make him ambitious. Force him to see things from new perspectives, even in the small bursts he gets of your sunshine soul.

He's not obsessed, you are 😒

Doesn't matter how much more time Wally wants to spend with you; you've never indicated that you want the same. You seem content bouncing into his arms when circumstance brings you and he together, and you merrily leave it at that.

Wally's going fucking crazy thinking about you from dusk 'til dawn, while you flutter between friend groups, none the wiser, animatedly waving to him when you catch his eye across the cafeteria. And, Jesus, you're gorgeous, eyes squinted up like that to accommodate your megawatt smile.

Sometimes (often), Wally wonders what your face looks like when you're not smiling at him. When you're feeling something that isn't bright and buoyant. Say, for example, desire. Do your features slacken? Do your eyes go heavy? Do your lips part on a sigh as Wally's hand glides lightly up your spine, fingertips skipping between the vertebrae, his mouth centimeters from yours, humid breath mingling—

Shit. Fuck. He's hard. Shifts his hips under the table and prays no one notices.

They don't, thank Christ, Rodney and Ajay arguing about who should've won the Mock Trial last week while Charley complains that none of it matters, it's fake, and they'd be terrible lawyers anyway.

When Wally looks up again, you've vanished, likely breezed off to Art Club or Robotics or to get ready for gym. He doesn't know your schedule, can only guess, but he knows it involves people who aren't him and, yeah, so what, he's jealous.

He wants your attention all for himself. Wants you to want him as much as he wants you because it's killing him being the only one to exist in this state of desperation and delusion. He needs you to notice him. Needs you to trip over yourself because you caught a glimpse of him. Needs you to blush and stammer and giggle nervously when he pins you with his gaze.

Honestly, Wally probably needs a new hobby.

‗•‗

"Samuel misses his daddy," You tell him, right in his ear, above the music blaring from Xavier's shitty truck stereo.

Wally's brain bluescreens so hard—...daddy...—he thinks he passes out for a moment. You're pressed up against his side, a hot line of flesh his hand itches to touch, squeezed like a sardine between Wally and Simon.

It's another outing. A day trip to Bradford Beach. Carpools and highway games and, now, godawful karaoke that Claire's DJing from the passenger seat, a wicked grin on her face as Simon belts out that part from Bohemian Rhapsody for the third time in an hour.

Wally still can't breathe when he chances to look you in the eye, sees you grinning manically in your seat as you blink those sweet, faux-innocent eyes up at him. You know what you did, naughty little girl. And you're clearly not sorry at all. You clearly want to get Wally flustered and tight-collared and hot.

Or he's misreading you completely, and that's your regular teasing look, Wally's just so fucking horny for you he sees what he wants. Confirmation bias or whatever.

"He does?" Wally manages to put some volume behind his voice. "And what do you think I should do about it?"

You shrug, "Whatever you want."

I want to fuck you against a wall about it, Wally thinks, but outwardly smiles, toothy and cheerful. "Maybe I should take him next weekend. You know, make sure he knows his daddy loves him." And he stares intensely into your eyes when he says the last part.

He isn't sure, but he thinks it works. A beautiful pink blossoms on the apples of your cheeks, and Wally has to hold himself back from punching the air.

This is new. This sort of intense, almost intentional flirting. Winding you up for the sake of getting you flustered. Ohhh, Wally's going to have fun with this. Is determined to coax that blush out of you again and again until you snap.

Does this count as a new hobby?

‗•‗

Okay. So. Apparently, you lock in, challenge accepted, because things aren't going exactly how Wally planned. He's at his wits' end, vibrating out of his fucking skin, ready to explode while he watches you gyrate to the music. Nothing too nasty-filthy-dirty, but your body moves like liquid, and your hips give Wally too many ideas to keep track of.

You're dancing with Claire, bodies tightly fitted, both wearing big smiles, and smeared in glitter and rhinestones. The second weekend of Summerfest. A handful of the group pitched in to stay from Friday to Monday morning at a cheap Airbnb not too far from the park.

It's sundown, the air finally cool, the bass shaking the earth beneath Wally's feet, and he's totally enraptured. The past month has been heaven and hell combined as you and he played flirty chicken. Who will take it there.

Maybe you think it's a game, maybe you're serious about seeing him fall apart for you; he doesn't know and, frankly, doesn't care at this point. Gone too far, in too deep. And, fuck, you fill out those tiny denim shorts so well, that beaded top barely clinging to your tits as you rub your ass against Claire's thigh.

He tries to focus on the music, on the crowd and the atmosphere, but it's so hard—he's so hard, thank God his shirt is long and boxy—and you're throwing your head back, smooth neck on display, singing along like a wet dream.

Wally isn't going to make it to the end of the night.

Next stage, next band, lake air doing a shit job cooling Wally's skin when you shimmy into his space after shooing Claire toward the cute guy who's been falling over himself for her since noon. You and he mimic each other's goofy dance moves, safe, silly, to the first three songs.

And then, the air punched out of his chest, you fit yourself so neatly against him, back to chest, head on his shoulder, twisting and writhing to the sexiest song of the summer. His hands clench your hips, keep you pinned, and he doesn't have the mental power to care if he's being too obvious anymore. He has to feel you against him, right on his hard-on.

You must feel it, there's no way you don't, but you aren't pushing him away, your fingers instead kneading his thigh so nicely his eyes close and lips part and he's panting like a dog into your neck. His lips graze the shell of your ear, breath tickling your skin.

"Fuck," He chokes when your ass hitches against his cock, stars exploding behind his lids, his fingers so tight in your flesh he's sure he's going to leave marks.

He feels you shiver, feels your gasp on his cheek as he gazes down at you, and he knows his eyes are dark, blown greedy in a need he can't ignore like he used to. Your eyes are equally as heated and, yep, that's fucking it, he has to touch you, taste you, make you beg for him to take you apart and piece you together again.

The night is cut short. An Irish exit. The journey back to the Airbnb is quiet, stifling, thick with desire that neither you nor he acknowledges until he pushes you through the door and presses you against it once it closes with a resounding click. His hands on your ass as he lifts you so he can grind his cock against the imprint of your pussy through those sweet little shorts.

Your legs wrap around his waist, your fingers tug his hair, and Wally's vision whites out.

"Jesus, babygirl, I've never needed someone so bad in my life," He rasps, teeth sinking into the join of your neck and shoulder, "I want you so bad, baby, please."

And you keen, head thrown back, hips matching his movements, perfect body tensing and releasing in his arms as you hump into him.

"Wally~."

It's a plea and a command that he's only too happy to oblige. Carries you into the one room with a lock and throws you on the bed you and Claire were going to share while Wally and Diego took the pullout couch in the main space.

So much for that. Claire probably isn't coming back tonight, anyway, and who knows what Diego got up to, most likely with Nicole and Charley and Yuri, deep in the crowd at the final performance of the night.

You were looking forward to it. Guess you changed your mind, Wally smirks into your throat, even more turned on at the thought that you needed to put him first. So hot for him. Desperate for his hands on you. His lips. His tongue. Don't worry, baby, he won't disappoint.

It's a struggle to get that beaded top off you, laced and knotted so intricately, Wally's tempted to just rip it off you. So he does. Beads fly everywhere, showering the bed, oops. But, you laugh, roll him onto his back to straddle his hips, and then surge into him to kiss him for the first time.

God yes, this is exactly how he imagined it. Your soft lips yielding to his, wet and deep and slow, in stark contrast to his frantic hands trying to touch every inch of your body at once.

You bear down as he grinds up, his cock straining, dribbling, and there's a damp stain at the front of your shorts that tells him what he needs to know.

"Gonna be such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He says, voice wrecked, hand fisting your hair to hold you still so he can have your attention. "Aren't you, baby?"

Fuck, so that's what you look like when you're foggy with desire. That's how you sound. Wally's convinced he's not going to last much longer under those eyes, hearing those noises; weak and wanting and just for him.

He flips the position, loves how you feel under him, body so soft it fits into his lines and angles perfectly. Shorts and panties and boxers go flying, and then he's on you, in you, deep as he can get, moaning wantonly with your nipple between his teeth.

"You're such a good girl," He praises, "Taking all of me."

You arch, bearing down harder, taking him impossibly deeper, and your pussy is so perfect he thinks he meets God. He can't keep himself still anymore, as much as he wants to savor the sensation of having you so completely around him. He begins to move, sharp, hard strokes that force those sounds he's getting addicted to from your chest.

"Oh, fuck, Wally," You whimper, meeting his rhythm, over and over and over, stoking the fire, making his brain smoke and his belly tight and his body so hot he'll combust, he knows he will, how can he not.

"That's it, baby," He pants, moving faster, harder, testing angles until you scream in ecstasy, pussy gripping him tighter because he found what he was looking for. "You like how I feel inside you?"

You're a mess beneath him, and he can't get enough. Is fucking starving for more. He rears back, takes you with him as he settles on his haunches, you held in his lap, your arms around his shoulders as he bounces you on his cock.

He can't stop, can't slow down, can't fathom anything outside of this moment as he beats his cock into you from below. Sweat on his brow, licking into your mouth when you begin to tremble and warn him, you're gonna make me come, and, fuck yeah, he is.

Holy shit, you're a goddess when you let go, screaming his name like rapture. That's all it takes, pussy convulsing around him, and he's gone. Plummeting over the edge headfirst into pure, absolute euphoria.

Wally collapses on top of you, head between your tits, sucking in gulps of air as his hands smooth down your sides, thighs, up again and along your arms so he can lace his fingers with yours above your head.

When he lifts his head to look at you, he goes soft as pudding. The smile you're wearing is completely lax, blissful and sweet, and he has to kiss it.

Minutes later, the afterglow thinning, "So," you say quietly, gazing up at him with a sparkle in your eye, "That finally happened."

Wally cocks his head, "Finally?"

"Yeah, Clark. Finally." You snicker, "I've only wanted you to do that to me forever." You fix him with a look, one that tells him he's an idiot, "You're not very good at picking up hints, are you?"

He chuckles, shakes his head in disbelief, "Seriously? No. I'm more of a direct-communication guy."

"You suck at that, too, then," You decide, smile growing, "Because you never directly communicated that you liked me like that."

"Nor did you," He points out, one eyebrow lifting. "So, you suck just as bad."

You lean up and lip his earlobe, "Trust me, Wally, when I suck, it's not bad."

Ah, so this is how he's going to spend his night, huh?

This definitely counts as a new hobby.

‗•‗

The next morning, cuddled close and feeling affectionate, you murmur, "Samuel's gonna be happy that his daddy's back in the picture."

You have got to stop using that term if you want to walk normally again, baby, please.

"Just Samuel?" Wally grins as he licks and nips your pulse point, his big hand gliding down your side to your hip. He rocks his hips forward so you can feel exactly where calling him daddy gets you. "No one else?"

"Can't think of anyone," You say, but your voice is breathy and high.

"That's too bad. I was really hoping you wanted me around." He plays at detaching from you.

Immediately, you cling to him, expression grouchy and words fierce, "You're not going anywhere, Wally, I waited way too long for this."

He melts, eyes going all soft and tender, his hand finding your jaw, thumb on your cheek, dipping in for a short, fond kiss.

"Me too, baby."

"No. Really," You implore, "I had to get new hobbies, Wally, it was driving me insane. I couldn't think of anything else," and you say it so easily. So direct and honest, his heart swells.

"Pick up anything interesting?"

You snort, "No. Just long drives to the sex shop in Cedarburg."

Blue. Screen.

"That counts as a hobby?" He wheezes, mind already churning out images of you indulging in your new pastime. Yep, yes, yeah, Wally could see himself partaking in that one, no resistance.

"It occupies a lot of leisure time, and I do it for pleasure. Pretty sure that's the definition of a hobby."

Wally squeezes your ass, drives your hips into his to show you how interested he is in hearing more about how you spend your free time.

"You know," He starts, lowering to graze his nose up your neck, dry lips following, hips beginning to grind at a slow, lazy tempo, "I heard that couples who share hobbies stay together longer."

"Yeah?" Said in a breath, your back arching and your chest pressing into his. "I definitely wanna make this last." Then, sultry and playful, "When should we start?"

Wally smirks. He doesn't bother to respond, simply spends the first hours you and he are supposed to be at the festival memorizing your body: where to touch, bite, kiss, lick.

Mastering the craft, as it were, because Wally Clark takes his hobbies very fucking seriously.

🌻___________fin.____________

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Wally Clark Story Recommendations

I wanted to compile a list of all of my favourite Wally Clark stories that I have read so far and share some love around. These stories are incredible and so well written. I highly recommend checking out all of these incredible writers but here's just a few of my favourites!

Stories by @whoopsyeahokay

October Sun series

October Moon series part 2 of October Moon

Hot for You

Wreak it like a Rumor

Anxiety

Anxiety 2

Anxiety Reversed

Punctuation

Best Friends Club

Marshmallow Miles

Tongue Twister

Hurt you, heal you

Control Freak

Crush

Literary any other story of theirs!

Stories @atlas-of-a-human-soul

What Remains of Us series

The final Goodbye (you need tissues for this one)

Stories by @spiceforyou

Skirts and Skins

Good Girl

Crybaby

Homecoming? Guess not

Homecoming? Guess not Pt 2

Lucky Charm

Wally's dirty little slut

Down by the lake

Literary any of their other stories are amazing!

Stories by @patrickispinky

Period Sex

Getting his ass ate

Sex, drugs etc

Stories by @rosietoesy

Fever pitch

There's no dying in baseball

Here comes the rain again

Just wanna hear you scream

Thong Song

Stories by @houseofbabygirl

We Hug Now (you need tissues for this one)

Mystery of Love (part 2 of we hug now, again you need tissues)

Series by @imagine-you

If I open the door to heaven or hell

Stories by @isuckatwritingsobenice

Split Rivers Sweetheart (series)

I'm not used to someone giving a damn

A game of pride

Jealousy looks good on you

Stay

Stories by @wallysgymshorts

Music to my ears

Stories by @moonmunson

Hello my old heart

Just breathe

Pas de deux

Don't go breaking my heart.

Part 1: Don't stop (thinking about tomorrow)

Part 2: Don't you want me

Part 3: Don't worry baby

Stories by @take-it-on-the-run

The End

No safety or surprise

Stories by @wallysgirl57

For the longest time

Milo Manheim