Wally-himbo-clark - Wally “Himbo” Clark

If he looked at me like that I would absolutely FOLD

work is getting in the way of my wally time 🙄

Peggy

18+ MDNI

CW: pegging, sub Wally, safe word (mentioned but not used), mommy kink, cum eating/tasting

Summary: You try something new with Wally.

Wally trusted you immensely and knew that you would never judge him, but he was scared shitless to ask you this one thing. It sent him in a spiral and was eating him alive, keeping this inside. He tried his best to keep his presence around you normal like he usually is that nothing was bothering him at all. Although that was easier said than done. He knew you probably noticed that something was up with him. You were so perspective of him.

All he had to do was ask, but the thought of doing just that created anxiety in him. He thought of every scenario where it would go wrong from breaking up with him to downright flat out laughing at him. So he just swallowed his pride and kept it in the dark recess of his brain. Until it resurfaced to the front of his mind when he was dropping you off at your place. You noticed that he was tense and seemed off. “Walls, my love, are you okay?” You gently asked. In his head, he was spiraling and couldn't find the words to say what he wanted. “ You know you can tell me anything, right?” You told him, and his heart shattered. He heard the hurt in your tone. God, he needed to do this to get this out there so you don't think of the worse. He turned to you and grabbed your hand to steal his nerves. “You promise that you won't judge me?” He asked, which caused you to raise your brow at him. “I'm serious hun.” He said in all seriousness. “You know I would never, dear.” You said while squeezing his hand. He took a deep breath and finally said what he needed to say “Willyoupegme?” expect it came out in a rush, and you had no clue what he said. “Come again?” You said. Heat flooded his cheeks, and he was dying on repeating himself, but he had because you have no idea what he asked. “I said," Will you peg me? “ He replied and immediately closed his eyes, not wanting to see your reaction.

Laughter filled the truck, and he snapped his head over to you, wondering what was so funny. He just bared his soul to you, and you had the nerve to laugh at him. “Wanna share with the class what's so funny.” He sassed. Rolling your eyes at him and reaching out to hold his hand again. “ Of course I will.” You said, and his eyes widened a bit. He wasn't expecting that answer from you. “Is that what you were losing your mind about?” you asked. He just nodded in response. “You never have to feel nervous to ask me anything, dear.” You told him, and again, he nodded.

It's been a week since he asked you to peg him, and he was a little bit worried that he scared you off with his ask. It was Friday, and he was coming over to your place for movie night since it was your turn to host. It was 7pm by the time he arrived at your house and he knocked on the door. He was doing everything to regulate his breathing and clear his head. You finally opened the door, and Wally’s brain short circuited. You were in the skimpiest pair of PJ’s that you own. He swallowed hard and followed you inside. God, you look so perfect, he thought, and he felt like a live wire. You had everything set up for movie night in your living room with the giant flat scene TV. He made his way to the couch to settle in for the night. You asked him what he wanted to watch, and he didn't care. You browsed through different streaming services until you found something interesting to watch. You pressed play and let the movie begin.

Wally pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around you while you both watched the movie. You were adjusting yourself on his lap, not knowing your ass was brushing against his dick. It kept happening, and he thought you had to know what you were doing to him. He gripped your hips to stop you, “Knock it off.” He rasped. You paused your actions. Once the movie finished and the credits started rolling, you stood up and yanked him off the couch, pulling him along to your bedroom.

As soon as you passed the threshold of your room, he knew that the atmosphere had changed. He sat on your bed awaiting your next move. Each and every movement was calculated. You went into your closet to collect a box that would show who's actually in charge for the evening. With the box in hand and heading towards the bathroom to change. You called over your shoulder to him, “ Get undress & look pretty for me.” With that you shut the door and Wally moved as quickly as humanly possible to rid himself of his clothes. After he finished, he sat back on the bed awaiting your arrival from the bathroom.

After what seems like eons to him, you eventually emerge from the bathroom. Wally scanned your body from head to toe, analyzing you. It wasn't until his eyes landed on the harness that you were wearing and his eyes continued traveling down your body until he noticed the pale flesh-color cock attached to the harness. He swallowed hard and was gawking at it. “Like what you see?” You cockily replied. Wally nodded his head and couldn't tear his gaze away. You walked up to him and your hand slid in his hair, yanking his head to look at you. “I need words, Walter.” You spoke harshly. His eyes grew in size at the way you spoke to him and he stuttered over his words, “Y-y-yes, ma'am.” He replied. “Good boy.” You said and released your grip from his hair.

“Here's how tonight is going to go.” You spoke, “Anytime I ask you a question you will reply with words? If you can't, one tap to my thigh signifies yes and double means no. If at any point you feel uncomfortable with what is going on, you say your safe word and we will stop no matter what.” “Got that?” you asked and he replied yes. “Before we get started what's your safe word?” “Football.” He replied. “Good boy.” You praised him and he whined at that. You chuckled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

You both maneuvered into a comfortable position. His legs were spread open so that you could lay easily between them. You leaned down to grab the lube bottle, flicking the cap open and squirting lube onto your fingers and his asshole tossing the bottle on the bed. “Ready?” You asked him, and he whispered a yes. As carefully and gently as you could, started to insert one finger in his hole to stretch him out. You wanted to prep him before giving him the strap. When one finger was inside him, you stopped and checked in with him, “How are you feeling, dear?” You asked. Wally exhaled and said “I'm doing good.” You smiled at him and placed a kiss on his hip. Slowly, you began to move your finger and kept your eyes on Wally, watching for any signs.

Wally was loving this. It was so much better than he was expecting. “More, please.” He whined out. You chuckled at him, “Okay hun.” You said and inserted a second finger. He threw back his head and let out a long moan. God he was loving this. You were beginning to pick up your pace and stretching him out even more. “Don't stop.” He begged. You gave him a wicked smile and wouldn't dream of stopping. As you continued your pace, you wrapped your other hand around his cock and began stroking it. His body flinched from the unexpected. Your hand around him started to match the pace of your fingers in his ass. Both moving in tandem and Wally was losing his fucking mind. His body was on fire and it felt so god damn good. Pants and moans started to fill the room and the smell of sweat was as well. He couldn't take it anymore the absolute pleasure you were giving him. “I'm going to cum.” He told you and you started to speed up your actions. Wally couldn't hold in his moans anymore and without any shame in the world he let himself enjoy this. His hips started to roll matching your rhythm. “I'm cumm-” He stopped mid speaking, head thrown back and a loud moan ripped from his throat. His cum coated your fingers. You carefully pulled out your fingers and crawled up to him. He was breathing hard and arms covering his eyes. He removed his arms from his eyes and glanced up at you. “I'm so proud of you, my best boy.” You said. Another whine escaped his lips and a blush rushed his face. While locking eyes with each other, you lifted your cum covered fingers in your mouth enjoying the taste. Wally moaned seeing how fucking hot that was.

“Are you good to continue?” You asked him, and he said “Yeah, I'm good.” You reached over to grab the lube and squeezed a good amount in your hand to lube up the strap. Wally watched in a daze and couldn't wait. Once satisfied with how lubed up the cock was you were ready for your next move. You placed the tip at Wally's hole. You checked in one last time and he was ready. Exhaling you started pushing into him. He groaned and your eyes snapped up at him looking at him with worry in your eyes and you seized your movements. He quickly spoke out “Whatever you do, please don't stop.” His hand was fumbling around looking for yours and once he found yours he interlocked your fingers. And with that you kept going until you were fully at the hilt of the cock. You stayed there for a moment to let Wally recuperate. Both of you were breathing hard. After stilling for a moment, you asked “Are you ready?” Wally couldn't speak, so he let a single tap to your thigh and you instantly adjusted yourself. Slowly you rolled your hips, thrusting in and out of him. His breathing started to pick up immensely. Quickly you found a good rhythm and pace. You kept at it for a while and Wally felt like he was on top of the world. He was getting close to cumming again and was getting ready to say so, but he stopped short when you suddenly pulled out of him.

He groaned at the suddenness and his eyes snapped out filled with so much confusion. He was about to voice himself but you interrupted him. “Turn over and get on all fours.” He hesitated for a bit until you captured his face in your hands. “Baby.” You cooed. He just pouted. “You trust me, right.” He nodded and moved himself to the new position. You thrusted back into him and lurched forward. You got back into the groove of things to get him back to that release. Moans and groans from the both of you filled the air and Wally was approaching his release again. “I'm getting close.” He said. You nodded and started to pick up your pace. It was a lot harsher than before and Wally was enjoying it so much. “Mommy, I'm so fucking close.” He cried. You paused for a millisecond and were surprised with the name that fell from his lips. Not that you minded and Wally didn't seem to notice what he said.

You kept on track with what you were doing and Wally moaned out loud “Fuck, Mommy.” and he came so fucking hard. It coated his abs and your sheets. You kept going at it to chase your own release from the strap which you purchased with the clit stimulation piece. You were so close yourself, picking up your pace to fall over the edge. Wally was whining from overstimulating. “I know baby, I know. Be mommy's good boy.” You said. Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it harshly with a hard thrust. Thus triggering your own release which had a scream and moan ripped from your lips. Wally let out a cry and collapsed from holding himself up.

Loud heavy breathing from the both of you echoed around the room. You collapsed on Wally's back, trying your best to collect yourself. Once you felt your breathing even out a bit, you carefully pulled out of Wally and unhooked the strap throwing it across the room not giving a fuck where it landed. You moved back towards Wally who was still recovering. You laid down next to him and carefully pulled him in your arms. You maneuvered him to lay down with you and rested his head on your chest. He wrapped his arms around you and he shut his eyes. You just held him, running your nails over his body letting him recover and catch his breath. Humming filled the atmosphere and he recognized it to be his favorite song. Warmth filled his entire body, he has never felt love and care like this before.

He opened his eyes and gazed up at you. You looked back at him with a smile on your lips. “Hi baby.” You whispered and Wally blushed hard, sure you've called him that before but right now in this very moment it felt different. “Hi.” he said his voice was hoarse. “How are you feeling?” You asked. “Good, so good.” He replied. You placed a kiss on his forehead. “I'm glad to hear that my good boy.” You said. Wally blushed so hard and hid his face in your chest letting out a whine. You just laughed and held him closer to you, placing dozens of kisses to his head.

The two of you just stayed like that for the rest of the night.

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Just wanna hear you scream

Summary: Wally brings your fantasy to life.

Anxiety 2

summary: prompt fill. on the verge of an anxiety attack, Wally calls in reinforcements. you. the only person in the world who knows exactly what he needs. (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: fluff. smut lite. flashfic. sub-adjacent!Wally Clark. mild anxiety attack. Wally Clark is a whiny lil' babe when he's desperate.

bon reading, frens

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Anxiety 2

"Hey, pretty boy, you okay?"

Thank fuck you answer on the first ring because, no, Wally isn't okay. His skin is too tight, his lungs won't inflate, he has pins and needles in his blood, and he can't calm down long enough to make his room stop spinning.

"No." It's wrenched out of him.

He lies on his bed, arm over his eyes, trying to breathe. Football practice was hell today, coach giving him a hard time for mistakes another player made like it's Wally's job to shoulder everyone's shortcomings.

"I can't...baby, I need to see you, please," And he knows it's a bad time, but, please, he just needs to feel you long enough to settle his brain for a minute.

Wally hates Tuesdays as much as he does most weekdays. School doesn't help, but you have Art Club and then family dinner and then a whole routine you enjoy mapped out for every Tuesday for forever. Your time. Not for anyone else. And, he swears, he wouldn't interrupt unless it's important.

He hears fabric rustle on the other end of the line before your voice filters through the speaker, "You need me to talk you through it?"

"No." He says, scratchy.

"Do you need me to distract you with a story?"

And he fucking whimpers, because that's not the answer either.

"Do you want me to just stay on the line and you can vent?"

"No, baby, I—" Don't want to tell you how desperate he is for your presence. Needs it like the oxygen he can't seem to suck into his lungs. "Never mind."

You make a noise of disapproval, "Oh, no, Wally, you're not doing that." Then, "Can you do something for me?"

Wally nods although he knows you can't see him.

"Can you get up and go to the bathroom?"

He does, following the order without resistance. He likes it when you order him around, take control so he doesn't have to think. He pads into the bathroom and stands there until you give him the next instruction.

"Good boy," You coo, and it sounds like you're outside now. He can't be sure, doesn't entirely have the capacity to pay attention, so he simply idles with the phone to his ear. "Turn on the water, Wally, nice and warm how you like it."

Again, he does as you order. He knows where this is going. A hot shower to calm his muscles. He sets his phone on the counter and strips. Doesn't hang up, needs to know you're there when he's done, but steps under the spray when steam starts to billow up.

It takes ten minutes before he's able to get out without black spots clouding his vision. His body is relaxed, but his head is still screaming at him to do something, keep busy, figure it out, don't just stand there—

He towels himself off, glances at the screen, and sighs in relief when he sees the call is still connected. In movements loose from a good shower, he lopes back to his room and pulls on a pair of clean boxers. Keeps his words to himself, not ready to talk yet, but makes sure you know he's still there and still needs you.

Just as he reaches for his sweatpants, he hears a knock at the front door. Blinking, he picks up his phone from his dresser to check the time.

Your voice through the phone, "You gonna let me in, cutie?"

Instantly, the remaining tension in his body releases. He hurries down the stairs two at a time, unsafe and unconcerned because you're there. Coming to the rescue. Showing up for him despite the meal he knows you're supposed to have with your parents in half an hour.

He swings the door open and yanks you into his body, holds you tight against his chest with his face in your neck.

"Thank you," He murmurs, tight, a little froggy.

Taking charge, you push him back inside and close the door behind you, grabbing his hand in yours to lead him back upstairs to his bedroom. Without so much as a hello, you get to work, shoving him into his desk chair while you set about changing his sheets.

No words are exchanged the whole time. He waits for you to finish, watches through desperate, puppysoft eyes, knee bouncing, as you strip to your underwear and t-shirt, and fold back the newly made cover.

You turn, smiling sweetly, give him a wink that signals he can get himself all over you now. He doesn't hesitate, crowds against your back when you turn around to face the bed, about to crawl in. He grabs you by the hips, pulls your ass back into the cradle of his pelvis, and has his lips on your neck so fast, it's like your skin is magnetized and his mouth is made of nickel.

"Silly boy," You breathe, melting into him, tilting your head to give him more access. "You couldn't wait until I got you into bed?"

Wally shakes his head against your neck, "Mm-mm," and continues to dot kisses along the tendon, all the way up to just below your ear. "Missed you too much," Even though he saw you right before football practice.

"Come on," You say, "Get in."

And he does as he's told. Pauses to let you climb in first, shuffle over to what he's designated as your side, under the covers and holding them up to invite him in beside you. He shuffles right into your space, arm fastened around your waist, head pillowed on your chest, breathing easier than he has in hours now that he can smell you, feel you, hear your heartbeat under his ear.

Your hand finds his hair, still damp from the shower. Fingers comb his scalp while you press little kisses along his hairline, forehead, temple. The last bit of anxiety dissipates under your attention, and finally, Wally can relax.

"You okay?" You whisper, hand stroking his back now.

He nods against you, nudges your jaw with his nose, silently requesting a kiss which you give him with a tender smile.

"You wanna have a nap?"

Wally thinks about it, realizes that, no, he isn't ready to sleep. Even for a short span, his brain isn't quiet enough. There's still a thread of restlessness under his skin he can't quite shake loose. He pouts at you, shakes his head, looking for all the world like a lost little boy who needs taking care of.

A knowing smile spreads on your face. You lean down and kiss him. Gentle. Soft. Innocent if Wally didn't know you better.

"Get on your back, baby," You tell him, already shifting.

He goes, breath hitching, cheeks heating, anticipating where you're going to go with this. You push his legs apart and settle between them, a gleam in your eye that ushers an almost soundless gasp from his throat. Hooking your fingers into his boxers, you peel them off his long legs and get back into position.

"You need me to take care of you?" You ask, serene, as if asking whether or not he wants a foot rub and not his cock sucked. "You want me to make your brain quiet, pretty boy?"

Wally nods, one, two curt movements, lips parting around a whimper as his eyes fall to half-mast. He watches you lick your lips, bow forward so beautifully that he wishes he could bottle an image, and then he feels you.

A long, wet stripe of your tongue along his flaccid cock before you take it in hand and lazily begin to stroke, your eyes intense and holding his.

Conversationally, "You want me to choke on you, baby?"

And, fuck. God. His mind short-circuits, goes totally offline for a moment that he doesn't even realize he answers with a punched-out, "Please."

"Lie down, baby, let me take care of you."

Then it's all hot, wet, tight. Sloppy at first, how he likes it. You use a firm grip to stroke in countermotion of your mouth, your tongue teasing the slit and the underside of his cockhead.

"Oh, fuck," He pants, legs spreading wider, the meat of his palms digging into his sockets as he tries not to come in under a minute. He wants to enjoy this, honest, but, fuck, you do that thing with your fist at the tip while sucking his balls and he can't fucking see.

You chuckle, sultry and smooth, then descend again, taking him in your throat and swallowing around him, moaning, kneading his inner thighs and massaging his balls gently with your thumbs until he starts choking out weak little sounds of pleasure.

"Oh God," He gasps wetly, "I'm gonna come, baby, oh fuck!"

But you don't let him, sliding off and rising to your knees. He whines, partially in frustration, partially desperation; both soon quelled when he feels the humid heat of your pussy hovering above him. You line him up, tease him through your folds.

"Want you to finish inside me, baby," You command, and then drop. Taking him in one swift movement that knocks a grunt right from his belly.

He clamps his hands on your hips and groans as you start to ride him, fast, not for your pleasure but his, giving him everything because you're amazing, oh God, you're perfect, so perfect, he can't—Jesus, he can't—oh fuck!

Wally comes with a strained sob of ecstasy, fingers digging into your flesh, eyes clenched shut, and head tipped back; cock pulsing inside you as he releases.

In the soft afterglow, he goes completely pliant, arms falling to his sides. He blinks up at you in awe, sleepy suddenly, brain emitting nothing but static. He gives you a lopsided smile that you return with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Pet his hair and roll to the side onto your back, encouraging him to cuddle into you like he was earlier.

Head on your chest again, he sighs in satisfaction, his leg hooked over your thighs as he clings to you like a limpet so you can't get away.

"Thank you, baby," He murmurs. "You're the best."

He hears you hum in acknowledgement. "You gonna nap for a bit now?"

He nods, trying to burrow deeper into your arms. The safest place in the world, he thinks, after how many times your embrace has saved him from himself.

"You want me to wake you up before I go?"

A noise of protest, his arm tightening around your waist.

You giggle, "You want me to sleep here tonight?"

He doesn't have to say anything for you to know his answer.

Not even a minute later, he's snoring softly, totally content and at peace with you in his bed.

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Head over heels lovesick puppy Wally is my fave oh my gosh 🤭🤭

Wally with a crush is the most adorable he can get. all goofy and giddy and totally, completely, utterly involved.

he can't think about anything else, obsessive with it, and does everything in his power to make the object of his affection feel special. like, he plans things and always shows up and is an absolute Acts of Service puppy who will offer to do anything and everything under the sun if you ask him to.

he gets all silly and cuddly and his eyes go all soft when he looks at you and it's precious, especially because he can't. hide. it. no matter how much he tries when he catches himself (which isn't often, because the boy is oblivious to anything that's not you-shaped when you're around).

and he takes all the teasing from his friends in stride, wears his love like a badge of honor, but is deeply mortified if you find out he has a crush on you before he musters the nerve to tell you himself... that's when he stammers excuses until you kiss him stupid 😭

after that...well...👀

Wally Clark Headcanons 3

Blurb

I’m feeling not great today and I can’t help but think about Wally crawling between my body and the couch. Pulling my hips against his front and kissing my temple before cuddling into me.

And maybe even snaking his hand down to toy with my clit purely to distract me from feeling so rough.

The Jock - Wally x Reader

A/N: @blogblogblog437 had said they wanted more, so I managed came up with another one-shot...😊

Warning/s: fluff, Wally being adorable, possible spelling/grammar mistakes

Previous: Princess

Wally lived – figure of speech – for football. The brotherhood, the rush, the way his mind would clear when out on the field. Football was the one thing he had done religiously, but it was also part of his death.

Mr Martin had tried to help him through the death aspect of it. Embrace the positives of it. So that’s why Wally did anything football, training or games.

You on the other hand, hardly cared for sports. On the occasion going – when you remembered –  to training or games. But mostly going to see him in those short shorts, and maybe shirtless at training. And those tight pants on game nights, couldn’t forget that. The last few training day's he had opted for no top, and you thanked whoever was listening for that.

To you, he was the stereotypical 80s jock aesthetic. And you didn’t hate it. Not at all. 80s guys were more manly, while the 90s guy were pretty boys. Not to say Wally wasn’t pretty, for he definitely was. But he was just better than those from your era.

You sat in the stadium, just a few rows up on a bench. One leg propped up on the bench, its partner on the floor. You rested your weight on your arm, which hand was on the bench next to you. Through the white framed sunglasses, you watched the living football players on the field, along with a hyperactive Wally, and a few other ghosts.

You were softly laughing at that golden retriever on the field. The way he moved around the living and ghosts, words aggressively falling from his mouth in support and encouragement, though the living couldn’t hear him.  Put a tail on Wally and it would be wagging furiously. And it made you feel joy, happiness. Not to mention the warm fuzzies when he looks up at the seating.

There was a one in three chance he was looking at you, as both Charley and Mr Martin were here. Would have been four, but Rhonda dipped early on. Unable to watch Wally be macho Wally.

You on the other hand, was eating it up. But trying to keep it low key. Until his top came off, gold chain catching in the light as it rested against his skin, then you were sitting up straight. Looking over the top of your sunglasses. It felt like your jaw was on the ground, by how agape your mouth was.

“You better close that mouth...unless you want to catch flies" called Charley in amusement, sitting a couple more rows up above you.

You closed your mouth, and swallowed the lump in your throat. You could hear Charley laugh, as he went back to writing whatever he was in that notebook of his.

You could feel your face warm up. And with it possibly a pink tinge to your cheeks. Rising to your feet, you straightened your hounds tooth shorts, before grabbing your jacket and moving down the stairs.

You had just stepped onto the ground, when a football came bouncing and rolling over by your feet.

“A little help!” Wally called from the field, a smirk on his face.

You looked to him, noting he had thrown the ball over to you on purpose. And you knew it was to stop you leaving. Which meant he had been keeping an eye on you.

With a dramatic huff, you hung your jacket over the railing behind you. Casually you moved over to the ball, pointing down at it. Which Wally laughed and nodded his head.

Nodding your head, you picked it up. “Take it, it got away from you?” You called back.

His laughter got louder. “Yeah, something like that...throw it back?” And he held up his hands, ready to catch it.

You laughed. “I’m not good at throwing...”

Now it was Wally who dramatically sighed. “You can’t be that bad!”

I laughed. “Oh, I’m pretty bad" you stated, clutching the ball in your fingertips.

“You have to hold it firmly, not like that" he chuckled.

You placed your palms to the ball, feeling it against your skin. Looking back to Wally, who was making gestures to him. Which was to encourage you to throw the ball.

Taking the football in one hand, you drew back that arm before throwing, releasing the ball. Which flew in the air, and fell way too short for either of your liking. It landed just over half way between you both.

Wally blinked, before shooting you that bright smile as he jogged over to the ball. All you could do was enjoy the sight of his naked chest. He scooped it up before continuing to jog over to you. Completely surprising you.

“You weren’t lying about not being that good at throwing" he chuckled.

You looked away, flustered by his playful words. Not to mention seeing his chest and that gold chain – that you wanted to hold with a finger and pull him in for a kiss.

“S-shut it" you stuttered.

Wally laughed at how cute you were. His princess was just so adorable, and he was going to teach you how to throw. So holding out the ball in front of you, he slipped around behind you.

“Take the ball” Wally instructed picking up your hand and put the ball in it. “There. Now to prepare for the throw...”

He moved your arm around till he was happy and had you in the right throwing position. The feel of the back of your hand to his palm, it made his heart beat faster.

You on the other hand, were holding your breath – even if ghosts don’t technically breath. The feel of his hand on yours, his chest brushing your back. Your heart skipped a beat when he did step closer, finally pressed against you as he moved your arm further back.

“Now...we throw!” Wally said in a husky voice, it bringing a chill down your spine.

With those words, Wally moved your hand forward, enough momentum. It was really all him, just using your hand and arm like a holder. As your arm came forward you managed to release the ball. It flew off to the field, almost to where Wally had been standing.

You blinked and then beamed, forgetting Wally was pressed up against you and still holding your hand.

“Oh my gosh!” You gushed. “I-I did it!”

Wally laughed. “With my help Princess".

That was the moment you realised how close the two of you were, and his hold. You felt your face warm up, no doubt a pink tinged to your cheeks again. And after a moment did Wally catch on to, for he quickly released your hand, and stepped back from you with a cough. His face warming up too.

“Princess?” Came a laughing voice from the stairs to the stadium seating.

You and Wally turned, to see Charley making his way down to you both. Having had his fill of writing for the moment. His question had you both blushing harder.

Wally rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, yeah...”

Charley looked between you both. “You’re calling her Princess now? Thought that was a name you call her when talking to Rhonda and me?” He sounded surprised.

You both went red. Like bright red. You looked away, finding the players training on the field more interesting. Wally scratched his head, awkward smile on his cute face.

“Ah...w-well” – clears his throat – “I-I’m calling her Princess now...” Wally responded awkwardly, a little all over the place.

“Oh, so she’s Princess now, huh?” Rhonda asked walking over, lollipop in hand. “Quite the development”.

Wally looked between both his friends, floundering. His eyes wide, sputtering noises. You on the other hand, were biting your bottom lip, trying to act like you weren’t there.

Rhonda walked past you, bumping you quite harshly, resulting with you falling into Wally. Who didn’t hesitate to catch you.

“Come on Charley, we’re needed else where" smirked Rhonda, dragging off the other male.

Your back was pressed to Wally's chest, his arms around you. You could smell the faint smell of what would have been his aftershave. And for Wally, he could smell the flowery, citrus perfume you once bathed in.

“Got you Princess" Wally whispered in your ear. His breath tickling your ear.

A shiver ran down your spine, which Wally felt. He held you closer, concerned for you.

“You alright Princess?” His concerned voice melting your heart.

You nodded. “Ah, y-yeah...” you sighed. Heart beating rapidly in your chest.

Wally chuckled, his nerves wearing off hearing the stutter in your voice. He moved you to stand up straight, turning you to face him. The warm, sweet smile on his face just making you melt more. Those gorgeous eyes of his looking over your face, before stopping at the side of your face.

Shakily Wally brought up his hand and pushed back your hair behind your ear. His smile growing wider at his handy work.

“Much better, can’t hide that pretty face, Princess" his said with that sweet voice, and shooting you a wink.

A blush crossed your face, that strong girly pop - Rhonda's words – could easily become a puddle of goo for this guy.

You swallowed, for the Princess was falling hopelessly for the jock.

Cannot imagine a better scenario

okay but see my thing is imagine your school is haunted by a hot ghost and then two hot ghost hunters show up to make it all the more interesting

You can’t convince me this boy wouldn’t be the sweetest, most attentive boyfriend. So, here’s some headcanons:

Wally is a sucker for seeing his partner wearing his jacket. He’s not the possessive type, but there’s just something about seeing his embroidered name on his partner’s chest that makes his heart race.

He’s the touchy type for sure. Most of the time, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. It’s so second nature. A hand on their waist, their shoulder, stuck into their back pocket. Wally absolutely would casually pull his partner down to sit in his lap during a conversation, even in a group.

He’s the most thorough kisser. Wally’s giving the full experience. Those damn hands can’t help but wander — resting on cheeks, running through hair, using belt loops and hips to pull his partner in closer. If it’s up to him, there won’t be an ounce of room between the two of them. He’s not messy about it, either. He’s licking into their mouth and biting their lip, but god is he soft about it. Sweet and soft, like he just can’t get enough of the way they taste.

He looooves to share a snack. Doesn’t matter what it is, how much he himself loves or wants it. There’s always extra for his partner, usually offered before they can ask for some. Even if they beat him to it, he’s handing it over without a second thought.

You want a Wally puddle? Call him handsome. Call him strong. Call him your hero. Tell him he’s funny. That poor boy will be at the mercy of his partner so fast.

(Part Two here!)