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You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N slow burn story

Part 12

Summary: You and Wally share a special moment as you watch the sunrise, you confess your feelings to Janet. And you and Wally decide to write your obituaries when Wally tells you something he has been hiding.

After opening to Wally about your death, both of you decide to write your obituaries. You and Wally walk the halls, looking in all the classrooms looking for Mr. Martin but coming up short. You sport Dawn in her usual spot. “Dawn, have you seen Mr. Martin?” you ask. She continues to stare blankly at the light and stroking her hair through her hands. “No haven’t seen him.” You and Wally continue to walk around going to all the classrooms and nothing. Where the hell is he? You thought. “How about we just wait for group tomorrow we can ask him then.” Wally said. You nod and decide to walk to the cafeteria for some food.

It was the next day and you have woken earlier than usual like before sun rise, so you take that opportunity and head to your spot on the roof with an apple and watch the sun rise. You try to leave quietly trying not to wake Wally up asleep on the couch beside you. It was going good until you accidently bang your knee on the coffee table. “Darling, are you ok?” Wally yawns and his gaze on you. “Sorry Walls I couldn’t get back to sleep so I was going to watch the sunrise. Go back to sleep.” You whisper back to him. “Darling, its November, we may be dead, but it will still be cold. You know what I’m coming with you. Grab some blankets” he says as he gets up from the couch. “You don’t have to I will be ok.” You respond. “Too late I’m coming. I want to watch the sunrise too.” He says grabbing some blankets and some pillows. You and Wally leave the library and make your way to the roof. It was still dark out when you got on the roof. Wally arranges the pillows and blankets for you too and you and him sit down, wrap yourselves in more blankets and cuddle up next to him for extra warmth. He’s right bringing blankets I would freeze if he didn’t come with me. Suddenly you can feel your heartbeat beat faster as you are in Wally’s arms and a warm feeling spreads all through your body. You feel calm, at peace. The sun rises and paints the sky in yellow, orange, and pink. You and him don’t say anything just enjoy the peaceful moment watching the sun rise over the horizon. As the sun fully rises you and wally pack up the blankets and pillows and head back downstairs to the library.

“Hey, you two, where were you?” Janet says as she sees the blankets and pillows in your arms. “I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep so I decided to go on the roof and watch the sunrise. I accidently banged my knee on the coffee table and woke Wally up and he decided to join me. It was so peaceful. Exactly what I needed from all the emotions of yesterday.” You reply. Janet looks puzzled. “Are you ok, what happened yesterday?” she asked. “I told Wally about how I died yesterday.” You respond. “Oh, are you both ok? That must have been a lot” she said as she embraces you in a hug. “It was a lot but I’m glad you told me.” Wally says. “I’m going to go on my morning run if you want to join?” he asked. “No thanks I might just go have a shower.” You say. Wally nods and heads out to the field. You don’t realise you have a big smile on your face as he leaves the room and Janet notices too. “I see that smile Y/N you can’t deny it either. That’s a type of smile you have when you are in love. Oh, my goodness are you in love with Wally?” she says eagerly as this is the biggest thing to happen in forever. “I- I” you stutter not knowing what to say. “Ok, yes I do love him. I have loved him since last year. I was going to tell him at the homecoming game, but we all know how that went.” You say with a sigh of relief. It feels like a weight has been lifted you have finally admitted your feelings aloud even if it wasn’t to Wally. “But you can’t tell him I don’t want to ruin anything between us.” You add. “Eeek this is so exciting tell me everything! When did you first fall in love? How long as it been? Oo who else knows” Janet says rambling on with question after question. “I will tell you if you promise not to say anything.” You say. “Of course, I promise, now spill” she says after finally stops jumping around. Wow this really must be the most exciting thing to happen in a while. “It was our junior year, and we just came back from a family holiday Milwaukee, and I can’t actually pinpoint the exact moment I realized I had feelings for him, but it was on that trip. So, I eventually decided that I don’t want to tell him, he’s my only friend that I had since I always have my head in books always studying and never interacting with others. I didn’t want to lose him I can’t be alone.” You admit to Janet as more relief overwhelms you. “What’s stopping you from telling him now?” Janet asks. Not needing anytime to think of an answer you blurt out “Because whatever this thing is, whatever is trapping us here, I can’t face it alone. Wally has been supportive and so understanding that I can’t risk it admitting that I love him. If he doesn’t feel the same way and he can’t be around me anymore that- “tears well in your eyes “- that would break me.” “It’s ok Y/N come here.” She extends her arms giving you a hug. “Your secret is safe with me. How about you go have your shower and we can head to group when you’re finished.” Janet says. “Thank you for letting me talk, it helped get this off my chest.” You say. You head to the girls change rooms and no one is in there you make sure the door is locked and have a warm shower. You may not actually need a shower since you just reset but it felt good to be under running water to clear your mind. As you finish you dry off and put your clothes back on and head back to where Janet was to walk to group together.

You and Janet are the first ones there, so you decided to help Mr Martin with the chairs. “Um Mr Martin, is it ok if Wally and I talk to you after group today? It’s about our obituaries.” You ask. “Yes, of course I will go fetch the samples from my office.” He says as he leaves the gym. “He has his own office?” you ask Janet confused. “It’s just an old room no one uses that he uses and keeps his belongings. Though I don’t know where it is.” She said. You aren’t sure but you think she may be lying about that last part, the look on her face when you asked was weird, even weird for Janet. Who knows they might have been close since they died not far apart maybe he was her teacher in life? And they have been here just the two of them for a while before Rhonda died. You let it go but also keep a mental note just in case

“Y/N and Wally have decided it was time to write their obituaries today.” Mr Martin said to the group. “Its brutal. When I wrote mine, I cried for a week which is weird to admit.” Tommy said weirdly neither you or Wally knows how he died or even how Rhonda died. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to you?” You ask. “It’s ok it was during summer school, I flunked on maths and if I didn’t attend summer school, I would have had to repeat a year and not be with my friends. I was walking to school and just got on school grounds and suddenly collapsed. Then I ended up here. I didn’t find out until my memorial 5 days later I had a sudden brain bleed and died instantly” he said. “Holy shit that’s terrible” Wally says as you gasp in shock. “Yeah, it was scary but not as scary as Rhonda’s she- ““Shush blondie I haven’t told them yet.” Rhonda buts in. Yours and Wally’s eyes lad on hers as she snaps at Tommy. “I was murdered by my guidance counsellor and that’s all I want to say ok newbies.” She said as yours and Wally’s jaws flew open in shock. “Yes, but you have done some healing and that’s what I want from Y/N and Wally. Mr Martin says as he looks at Rhonda as she gives a sarcastic nod. “So, here’s some examples, no rush when you’re ready” he hands you the examples as group ends. You can see Wally is overwhelmed and you take his hand letting him know that you are there for him. “So, that was a lot. Do you want to do this together? It might help.” You said as you can feel his hand grip yours harder. “Actually, yeah that will be ok.” He says as you leave the gym and head to the library.

In the library you find a quiet corner away from the main door so no one will disturb you and luckily it was Sunday so there was no students or teachers as distraction. You look over the examples and even if they were old and no one you knew you felt emotional reading them. You gave Wally a reassuring nod and squeeze his hand as you grab a pencil and paper and begin writing. You finish before Wally; you actually didn’t notice he has barley written anything. “It’s ok Wally, you don’t have to finish today.” You whisper as you can tell he’s emotional. “No, I have to do it now otherwise I will properly never do it.” He responds fighting back tears. You take his hand again and give it another squeeze. “How about I give you some space, if you want you can read mine.” You say. “Um actually yeah but don’t leave the library.” He crocks still fighting back tears refusing to let them fall. “I will go find a book to read and be over there.” You say to him as he turns his attention back to the paper. You get up and leave Wally but not going too far away so you can keep a close eye on him. Writing your obituary was the hardest thing you have done but you know it will be harder on Wally as he doesn’t show his emotions. You find a book and sit at two tables away from him so you can keep an eye on him but also far enough that he can’t see you are watching him.

Two hours have passed, and you notice he’s finished. he breaks down in tears and you rush over to give him a hug. You don’t say anything, you don’t need to as tears stream down your face. You rarely saw him so emotional he always kept to himself which isn’t healthy. You on the other hand was always emotional. During high school and the levels of stress subjects put on you was overwhelming, but Wally knew exactly what to say to help. You hoped that he thought he had to be the strong, stable one between you too, maybe now in this afterlife he can let go and not be afraid to show those emotions. “That was the second hardest thing I’d ever had to do.” He said as he wipes his tears on his grey shirt. “What was the first one?” you ask curious. “Watching you die, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.” He said softly. You sit back into your chair. “I didn’t even know you actually witnessed it; I was focusing on my mom that I didn’t even know where you came from.” You whisper as reality floods your brain; you had witnessed his death and he had witnessed yours. “Yeah, I guess that’s how you felt when I died but, you didn’t have enough time to react.” He replied. You sigh as you hug him again. “No human ever has had to witness each other’s deaths like we did Walls, how do we even recover from that? When that guy tackled you and you didn’t move it felt like the world stopped like all the air in my lungs was sucked out of me.” “That’s exactly what I felt when I saw you die, my best friend, my person getting flung over a car and I couldn’t even help you. I tried to actually push you out of the way, but nothing happened.” You and him sit in silence as the realization overwhelms you both. “I’m glad I have you to talk all this through I don’t think I could do this without you, as selfish as that sounds.” Wally says as he looks at you through tear-stricken lashes. “I feel the same.” You say as you embrace in each other’s arms. “that’s enough sadness for one day how about we go do something to take our minds of this and we can give the obituaries to Mr Martin tomorrow.” You say wiping tears away from your eyes as well as his. He nods and you and him walk out the library.

You find Mr Martin down the hall and hand him your obituaries in hope to never see them again. “Here’s our obituaries, I kind of understand why you made us write these, so we can move on and not hold on to our deaths.” You say as you and Wally hand them over. “Exactly right, when the others did it, they felt relief and you will do eventually. Now if you excuse me, I have to go” Mr Martin says he rushes of. “Was that just me or was he in a rush?” Wally asked. “No, he was, wonder what that was all about?” you replied. You wondered what he could be in a rush for, I mean he’s dead what could he be needing to do so urgently.

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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.

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fluff. smut lite. a flashfic exploration of Wally's inability to be anything but a plural image when you're within reach. aka: he's codependent as fuck and neither you nor he care.

Wally Theory (spoilers)

So there's no way Wally actually crossed over

He's a main character, and a fan favorite. If he did something as major as crossing over it would get more screen time

The other ghosts don't mention feeling anything like they did when dawn crossed.

Speaking of dawn, back when she crossed over Wally mentioned specifically that he doesn't want to go out that way, without telling anyone. So-

There's no way he would just cross over without saying goodbye to Rhonda and Charley at least.

I think the writers put the scene in for drama/torture and to show that Wally has grown a lot this season.

i want to make this man a father

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You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N slow burn story

Part 14:

Summary:  Its New Year’s Eve and the ghosts hold a celebration to bring in the new year. And you and Wally share an intimate moment together.

It was now new years eve, another holiday you loved and the first spending it without your family. As you look out over the snow-covered school grounds, you sit, and wonder is this how you are going to feel for every holiday? Miserable and sad that you are away from your family not even knowing if they are ok. “Why are you staring out the window for, while there’s a gathering in the library?” Wally asks as he joins you sitting on ledge in the hallway. “I just needed a moment, I’m missing home.” You say as you turn to face him. “Me too. We’d be at my house with my parents having Pizza while playing board games and then watching the countdown on tv.” He said with a smile. “Yeah, and we would make bets to see which of our parents will fall asleep before midnight and it was always my dad.” You laugh as you both reminisce over the memory. A soft sigh leaves your lips not wanting more tears to fall, you have done enough of that in the past. “Let’s go to the library to join the others, you know what they say, misery loves company.” Wally says as he stands up of the ledge and extends his hand towards you to take. You laugh as you take his hand and follow him to the library. “Hey, can I ask you something?” He asks. “You don’t even need to ask of course you can.” You responded a bit curious to what he wants to ask. “Do you know what’s going on between Rhonda and Tommy? They have been acting so weird lately and when I ask Tommy, he changes the subject.” He questioned as he stops in the halls waiting for you to respond before going into the library. “Yeah, I know, I’m not really meant to say anything. All I will say is he used her, and she really liked him.” You whispered to make sure no one else would hear. “Fuck, that’s worse than what I thought. I can talk to him.” He adds. “I think Rhonda has moved on from it after belting him with snowballs last week.” You say. “Oh, that’s what that was about. I thought she was really competitive.” He replies nonchalantly. “Oh, she is. I’m glad I wasn’t on the receiving end, some of those looked like they hurt.” You say giggling. “I’m really glad you are making new friends, Y/N. You have so much love to share, you deserve it.” He says and before you can say anything else he adds “But none of them will take my position of best friend, right?” “No Walls, I only have one best friend in life and in death and that will always be you, no contest” you say as you embrace in a hug. There’s that happy feeling in your chest again every time he hugs you that you never want to let go. I can’t risk losing him, even if I just remain his friend, I don’t want this feeling to ever go away.

In the library you see decorations around the room and a table filled with snacks and drinks from the various vending machines around.  There was even a tv that had the new year’s countdown on that you would watch every year. “Ok everyone” Mr Martin says “Gather around its almost midnight. I know you would rather be with your families but let’s make the most of it has we ring in 1984.” He shouts to try to get the attention of the others on the other side of the room. You all crowd around the TV waiting for the ball to drop in Times Square. “Its starting!” Janet exclaims as she starts to countdown, you all join in “3, 2, 1... Happy New Year” you all say together as you hug as a group. As everyone else is happy and celebrating you feel a pang in your heart. Its 1984, the year you were supposed to graduate and go to college and start a new life you thought. Without anyone noticing you slip out of the library and walk the halls not knowing where you are going, just knowing you wanted to be far away.

Back in the library, everyone is celebrating all expect you. “Hey, as anyone seen Y/N?” Wally asks to the others. “I didn’t even realise she wasn’t here anymore.” Tommy says. “I can help you look for her if you want Wally?” Janet adds with Rhonda beside her nodding that she will help too. “No, it’s ok, I’ve got this.” Wally says as he puts his drink down and leaves the library.

It doesn’t take him long to find you as you left the door open to the storage room, where all the things are from your memorial. He finds you on the floor, looking through a box of your stuff. “Are you ok Darling?” he asks as he enters the room. A gasp leaves your mouth as you didn’t hear him come in. “Fuck! Wally, you scared me.” “Sorry, what are you doing in here? We are all worried about you.” He asks. “This was the year we were meant to graduate. To leave Split River and go off to college. We have been talking about going to collage since middle school and now we can’t because we are dead.” You say as you can’t help but tears to fall down your face. “We’ve dreamed about it for so long. We would get a place not far from campus and I was going to be a writer while you had your football scholarship working out what you wanted to do. And then this happened and now we are trapped here forever stuck in high school.” You sob as you are gasping for air to enter your lungs. “How are we just meant to sit back and watch all of our other classmates graduate and leave knowing that will never be us.” You say as Wally sits down beside you. “I don’t know what to say Darling. Do you want to talk to one of the others since they have been through it already?” he asks, and he puts his arm around your shoulder and using his thumb to wipe the tears away from your eyes. “Yeah maybe, but not yet. I just want to look through all this stuff, we never did after Christmas come back in here.” You respond back as you slump your head down onto his chest. “When is death meant to be easier? Because so far besides a couple of instances, it’s been hell.” You mumble into his chest.

“I don’t know Darling, maybe that’s what Mr Martin is trying to do with his group therapy sessions. For trying not to picture what we in as hell.” He says back softly. You lift your head up of his chest and look at his eyes. God, they were beautiful eyes, you always thought so.  And in the heat of the moment, you lock eyes and lean into a kiss. Your body becomes hot as you feel him under your touch. The moment you have been dreaming about of years is finally happening with the boy love. Then reality hits, you are kissing Wally, your best friend who doesn’t know about your feelings. Realising what you are doing, you snap your head back and brush your fingers over your lips moments after they were on Wally’s soft lips. “Shit Wally. I’m so sorry. I got caught up in the moment I’m sorry.” You blurt out. “Darling, its ok. Don’t worry about it.” He says back softly. “I really hope this doesn’t change anything between us, I can’t lose our friendship especially in this place.” You ramble on not allowing Wally to interrupt you before you spiral.

“Y/N look at me.” He says as he places a finger under your chin and moves it, so you are eye level. “You will never lose me Darling; you’re stuck with me forever, literally. A kiss isn’t going to change anything between us, I will still be your friend through anything. I’m there for you no matter what.”  You give him a hug and say, “God I’m so glad our moms are friends because I have the most sweetest person in my life.” You mumble into his shoulder.

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Wally so would have loved High school musical. Ngl I see him as a swiftie

rip charley you would’ve loved chappell roan

rip wally you would’ve loved high school musical

rip yuri you would’ve loved dead poets society

rip janet you would’ve loved ethel cain

rip rhonda you would’ve loved grease: rise of the pink ladies

rip quinn you would’ve loved rebel robin

Just wanna hear you scream

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In honor of finally hitting 150 followers, enjoy

CW: smut, mask kink, riding, unprotected sex, cream pie, choking, and spanking.

It was October 200something fall had officially arrived in Split River, Wisconsin. While most people enjoy this time of year, it's kind of difficult when you aren't among the living. So while the living were getting ready for Halloween weekend, the ghost had their own plans to join in the festivities. With Friday being movie night, all movies were Halloween themed, ranging from the classics to downright scary. The person who picked the movie rotated every week, so it was finally your turn to pick the movie. It was the week before Halloween, and you decided to watch a classic horror, Scream. You were the resident horror fan while you were alive and carried that title into the afterlife.

It absolutely crushed you on missing out on the latest horror movies being released, but were thankful that the school got copies of the movies on dvds. So once Friday rolled around, it was finally time to witness what was going on in the horror world during the 90's. You have overheard some of the living talking about how good it was and you were intrigued. The gym was already set up for movie night. While Mr. Martin is typically against horror movies, he let it slide for October because tis the season. As the movie starts, you walks towards the couch where Wally is currently sitting on and he reaches out towards you and pulls you into his lap. Getting settled in his arms and wrapping a blanket around both of you and reaching down on the table to grab a bowl of popcorn. Your eyes were instantly glued to the movie playing in front of you and occasionally you and Wally would feed each other popcorn. “Gross.” You can hear Rhonda say from where she was sitting in front of you on the floor. You leaned down to hear and whispered “Don't worry Rons, I'll totally save you.” You let out a giggle as she playfully slaps you away from her. Settling back in Wally's lap continuing to be engrossed in the movie. Unbeknownst to you, someone was definitely watching you more than the movie.

Wally tried to feed you more popcorn, but you swatted away his hands and at that he stopped trying and handed the bowl off to Rhonda who was sitting in front of the couch. Wally then started to observe you, he noticed the way your eyes lit up when Sidney managed to escape from the killer, the way they widened when the killers were revealed. Another he noticed was the way your thighs clinched together when seeing Ghostface appeared on the screen and the way your breath hitched hearing the voice modulator being used by Stu and Billy. Wally made a mental note of that locking it away in his memories. Once the credits started to roll, you instantly turned to face him and asked him what he thought of the movie. A smile broke on his lips and he replied “I think it was a good movie.” “Good? Just good.” You replied. Wally chuckled “I'm not as well versed in horror movies as you are Hun.” You blushed and hid your face into his chest. Wally chuckled and held you closer.

It was the week of Halloween and you were buzzing with excitement because it is your favorite time of year. Not everyone was keen on Halloween as you were. From stealing decorations from the living world to eat your body weight in candy and the annual dance that Mr. Martin put together for everyone. Wally was a tad bit distant, but it wasn't obviously noticeable. You both had plans to go to the dance together and then spend the rest of the night alone. You really didn't pay too much mind in Wally's small absences because you chopped it up to be that maybe he was planning on something special for you because he's kept you away from the little hide out you both share.

It was finally Halloween! The night of the dance and you were thrumming with energy. You and Wally had the perfect couples costume as Sidney and Billy from Scream. As much as you would have loved for Wally to dress up as Ghostface, Mr. Martin had a no mask policy for the dance. Which you understood…kind of, but you settled for the next best idea. Since it was just your small group the dance was held in the library. You and Wally arrived together, both of you taking in your surroundings and noticed how nice it came together. You spotted Rhonda and Charley near the punch bowl and made a beeline over to them. Wally is left on his own until he spots Ajay, Jonah, and one of the twins he couldn't remember which one was which since they were scarily identical. He made his way over to them and joined in the conversation. As the night progressed you and Wally had your fair share of candy, spiked drink or two and dancing. You were growing a bit tired and kind of over the dance. While finishing your last dance, Wally leaned down and whispered in your ear “Do you want to get out of here?” You immediately nodded and he took that chance holding your hand and sneaking out of the library when no one was watching.

Wally led you to your little hiding spot that he kept you away from the entire week. When you finally arrived in your spot under the stage in the auditorium and the door closed by Wally. He was on you faster than you could blink. His lips crashed onto yours and his hands were fumbling around your body trying to remove your clothes. You pulled away from him and gasped for air. He tried to chase your lips, but you put your finger up to his lips to stop him which resulted in him pouting. Breathing hard you asked, “Wally, what has gotten into you?” While pouting he said, “You look so good hun. I just had to have you.” You rolled your eyes at him and he still was pouting at you. “Please can I kiss you?” He begged. You were a sucker for begging which Wally knew and he always used it to his advantage. “Fine.” You grumbled while caving in. He smirked and went right back into kissing you. He guided you to the couch and stopped. His hands danced at the bottom hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head. His eyes widened noticing you weren't wearing a bra, his hands danced down your body leaving goosebumps in its wake while he reached the waistband of your pants. He quickly undid the button and stepped back so you could step out of your pants. You were just left in your lacy black underwear which you knew Wally loved. His eyes scanned your body and noticed your panties and let out a quiet groan.

You giggled and he asked, “what's so funny hun?” You replied, “It looks like you are really over dressed while I'm barely even dressed.” He chuckled, “Well, if you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.” You blushed at his boldness. With that he began to strip himself of his clothing, joining you in just underwear. He asked you one favor “Close your eyes for me? I have a surprise for you.” You immediately does what he asks and he gets what he needs for the surprise. Once he's settled on the couch without his boxers and he says “You can open your eyes now.” You open your eyes, letting them readjust to your surroundings. Once they were clear a gasp left your lips. There on the couch was Wally in a Ghostface mask. You were shocked, no one knew of your kink. You never mentioned it to anyone, not even Wally because you weren't too sure how'd he react, but this told you a lot more than you cared to ask.

“What's the matter Hun? Looks like you've seen a Ghost.” Wally spoke. Instantly your knees were weak for him. You had no words. He reached a hand out to you and pulled you to him. His fingers ghosted the waistband of your panties, his fingers would dip into the waistband teasing you. It was driving you insane and you finally had enough and whined out “Please just take them off.” He obeyed your pleading and removed your panties so quickly and led you to step out of them. He pulled you down to his lap and lifted you just for a moment to line up his cock to your cunt. He slowly set you down on top of his dick and both of you moaned at the feeling of it. You took him slowly until you were fully seated on him to the hilt.

You began to ride him and letting the ecstasy fill the room. His hands were blindly trying to find your hips, and it wasn't until you grabbed them and placed them on your hips. Once he gave them a gentle squeeze just to make sure, he began to help you ride him. Moans, groans and grunts began to fill the room as well as the smell of sweat and sex. You whined “Wally I'm so fucking close.” Each roll of your hips, he matched by thrusting up into you. He slowed down and that caused you to cry out of frustration. “Walls, what are you doing?” You cried. He didn't say anything just slowly rolling his hips and keeping this annoying pace. It was driving you insane and lead you to begging. “Please Walls, please.” You had no idea what you were pleading for but it had to be better than this. He finally snapped his hips hard up into you. Bring back his pace up hard and his hands gripping harder on your hips. You cried out “Thank you” over and over again. One of Wally's hands left your hips and gripped your throat. Lightly choking you at first, then he slowly started to add more pressure. The faster he drives his hips up into you the pressure he applied to your throat. He knew the correct way to choke you without hurting you, he knew exactly how hard to squeeze to get you to that sweet spot. You trusted him and vice versa. You were getting closer and closer to the edge. The tip of his cock kept hitting your g-spot over and over again. Before he administered the last squeeze that would tip you over, he gazed deeply into your eyes looking for any signs that you were uncomfortable with this. When your eyes fully connected, he knew that you were okay with everything and so far gone getting close into subspace. He noticed how your eyes were glossy and glazed over. With that he gave the final squeeze while he thrusted up into you and let go once he felt you clenching down on him and cumming. You cried out his name and gasped for air. You rolled your hips while coming down from your high. Wally thrust kept meeting yours until he held you down and cummed into you. You whined loudly, overstimulated and lightly hit his chest. “ I know hun, I know.” He mocked you and gave your ass a spank. Once he finally came down from his high, he removed the mask and pulled you into his chest. He rubbed your back while humming your favorite song to bring you back down from your high. Your breathing turned back to normal and you were no longer shaking in his hold. Wally lifted your chin up, “ Welcome back, Princess. Are you okay?” He asked, which you nodded, but Wally wasn't too happy with that. Another spank to your ass and a whine left your lips. “ What the hell was that for?” He replied, “I asked you how you were doing and you know to answer me with words.” “Oh.” You said shyly. “Yeah, oh.” He chuckled. “I'm doing fine, babe.” You finally spoke and Wally was pleased with that answer. “I didn't hurt you, did I?” He asked. “No sir.” You replied and felt Wally dick twitch at that. You didn't mention it. “Where did you even find a Ghostface mask?” You asked him. “ In Principal Hartman’s office. Looks like he confiscated one from a student.” He said. He carefully pulled out of you and rearranged the both of you to lay down on the couch. You wanted to ask him how he knew about your kink, but you were growing very tired. You could ask him about it tomorrow.

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