Doubt – Y/N’s POV

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Prompt list you can request from

1. "I love you, but please stop whatever it is you're doing"

2. "STOP BEING SO CUTE, IT'S NOT FAIR"

3. "You're an idiot." "Yeah, but I'm your idiot"

4. "Make me"

5. "You make me so unbelievably happy"

6. "You didn't call, you didn't next, nothing"

7. "You know we're meant to be"

8. "you're seriously like a man-child"

9. "It was a joke, baby. I swear"

10. "mine"

11. "Are you even listening to me?"

12. "Is that my shirt?"

13. " You're kinda cute, you know... only kinda"

14. "Just marry me already "

15. "It's too cold! Come back"

16. "Gimme a kiss, my love"

17. "Hold my hand" "what?" "just hold it"

18. "Can we get a dog?" "We have a dog" "I know, I want another"

19. "She did it! "No he did!"

20. "Oh shut up and kiss me already"

21. "Wait a minute, are you jealous?"

22. "I never thought I'd find a love like this"

23. "Leave me alone, the only thing I'm embarrassed by is your lame attempt at being cute!"

24. "Baby, please let me in. I'm sorry"

25. "Too bad, baby. You're stuck with me"

26. "You're honestly really freaking cute when you're jealous"

27. "Can I kiss you?"

28. "Wait, you're leaving already?"

29. "Why am I always the one carrying you?"

30. "f okay, what are you doing in a Spider-Man onesie, in my bedroom?"

31. "You make me feel safe"

32. "PILLOW FIGHT"

33. "God, you're beautiful. My pretty girl"

34. "No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for the day!"

35. I had a rough day, and all I want right now is to cuddle with my partner

36. "God, you're cute" "You think I'm cute?"

37. "You're legally obligated to keep holding me"

38. "Sweet girl. Am I your lock screen?" "You weren't supposed to see that"

39. "Do you like it?"

40. "I've never seen you so nervous"

41. "In our defense, we were left unsupervised"

42. "I can't help it, you're fun to mess with"

43. " Don't shut me out, please"

44. "Stay away from me"

45. "I saw that. You totally just checked me out"

46. "I literally cannot say no to you. It's impossible"

47. "Forgive me, please. I need you"

48. "Hey-- look at me. You can talk to me*

49. "Did you just flinch away from me?"

50. "Do it. I dare you"

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Authors Note: I can make a fic using the entire SFW and/or the NFSW alphabet if requested! Just say the characters name! ♡

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SFW Alphabet (available for any character)

A - Affection (how affectionate are they)

B - Body (what's their favorite part of your body?)

C - Cuddles (do they cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

D - Dates (what dates with them would be like)

E - Equal (do they prefer to be more in control or laid-back in the relationship?)

F - Future (What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?)

G - Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

H - Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)

I- I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)

J - Jealousy (how jealous are they?)

K - Kisses (how do they kiss?)

L - Love language (how do they show their love?)

M - Mornings (what are mornings with them like?)

N - Nights (what are nights with them like?)

O - Obvious (How obvious do they make it that they like you?)

P - Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Q - Quizzes (how much do they remember about you?)

R - Rhythm (what songs reminds you of them?)

S - Security (how protective are they?)

T - Try (how much effort do they put into the relationship?)

U - Ugly (what's a bad habit of theirs?)

V - Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

W - Whole (do they feel incomplete without you?)

X - Xtra (random headcannon)

Y - Yuck (something they don't like)

Z - Zzzz (sleeping habits)

NSFW Alphabet (available for any character)

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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Homecoming Dance

Drabble Flashback Pt.13

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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The gym was packed, pulsing with music, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cheap punch, and way too much cologne. The decorations—streamers, fairy lights, and a questionable amount of glitter—did their best to make the place feel magical, but Wally barely noticed any of it.

Because Y/N was standing in front of him, looking stunning.

Not that she didn’t always look good—because damn—but tonight? Tonight, she was on a whole other level.

He’d spent the whole night dancing with her, making her laugh, watching the way her eyes lit up under the glow of the lights. Every second, every little glance, every touch that lingered a little too long had been building up to this.

Now, the dance was winding down, and they had slipped outside, away from the crowd, into the cool night air. The muffled bass of the music still thumped from inside, but out here, it was quiet. Just the two of them under the dim glow of the parking lot lights.

“You’re not as bad at dancing as you said you were,” Y/N teased, swaying slightly in place.

Wally huffed a laugh. “That’s because I was holding back.”

“Oh, really?” She smirked. “Guess I’ll have to see the full performance someday.”

He grinned, taking a step closer. “Maybe.”

They were close now, the space between them barely there, his heart hammering in his chest.

She glanced up at him through her lashes, her usual confidence flickering into something softer, more hesitant. “Wally…”

“Yeah?” His voice was quieter now.

She swallowed, then let out a small breath, like she was working up the nerve to say something. But instead of words, she just… looked at him.

And suddenly, finally, he knew.

He reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he murmured.

Her lips parted slightly, and for a second, he thought she might tease him—call him out for stating the obvious. But instead, she just whispered, “Okay.”

So he did.

The first press of their lips was soft, tentative, but the moment she sighed against him, he was gone. His hands found her waist, pulling her in just enough to feel the warmth of her against him. She responded instantly, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit jacket.

It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t hurried—it was slow, warm, something real.

When they finally pulled away, she let out a breathless little laugh. “Took you long enough.”

He chuckled, resting his forehead against hers. “Worth the wait?”

She grinned. “Definitely.”

And with that, he kissed her again—because now that he’d started, there was no way he was stopping anytime soon.

Collision Course – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.20

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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The second I crouched into position, ready for the snap, the world around me blurred into focus.

Tunnel vision.

The defensive line shifted, muscles coiled, waiting for the play to explode.

Then—

Gasps. Shouts.

A figure stepping directly in front of me.

The ball never snapped.

My entire body locked up as my brain scrambled to process what I was seeing.

Y/N.

Standing right in front of me, on the damn field, looking up at me with wide, desperate eyes.

The weight of the moment crashed down, wiping out every single thought except—

What the hell is she doing?

“Clark!” Coach’s furious bellow barely registered.

The other players stood frozen, stunned into silence.

I barely heard them.

My breath was caught somewhere between panic and disbelief.

Because Y/N wasn’t moving.

Wasn’t speaking.

She was just standing there, staring at me, her chest rising and falling like she had run all the way here.

I yanked off my helmet, heart hammering. “Y/N, what the hell—”

“I was wrong.”

Her voice was shaky, barely above a whisper.

But it was enough.

Enough to send my stomach twisting, enough to make my entire body go rigid.

Because I had waited to hear those words.

Had prayed—begged—for her to come back, to tell me that she knew I didn’t do it.

But she never did.

And now, when I was finally starting to push through the wreckage—she was here.

On the field.

Stopping everything.

The team was staring.

The coaches were yelling.

But all I could see was her.

My jaw clenched. “You can’t be here.”

She flinched but didn’t move. “I had to.”

My grip on my helmet tightened. “Why? So you could tell me now? After you left me standing in the street, begging you to listen?”

Pain flashed in her eyes, her breath hitching. “I should’ve listened.”

I exhaled sharply, shoving a hand through my hair. My body was still wired from practice, still thrumming with too much emotion.

“You broke me, Y/N.” The words came out low, rough. “Do you get that?”

Her bottom lip trembled. “I do.”

No hesitation.

No excuse.

Just that raw, unfiltered regret.

It nearly killed me.

Because as much as I wanted to hold onto my anger—

As much as I wanted to tell her she didn’t get to do this—

I still loved her.

I didn’t know if I could stop.

My teammates shifted uncomfortably, waiting for something to happen.

Coach was still shouting, but it was just noise now.

I swallowed hard. “Why now?”

She inhaled sharply, shoulders straightening like she was trying to hold herself together. “Because I couldn’t stand being without you.”

My breath caught.

“I thought I was protecting myself,” she whispered. “But all I did was ruin the best thing that ever happened to me.”

My heart twisted violently.

She was saying everything I had wanted to hear—everything I had needed to hear.

But after all the pain, after the nights I spent trying to convince myself she wasn’t coming back—

Was it enough?

The air between us crackled.

A silent, desperate question hung there, waiting for me to answer.

Coach’s whistle shrieked.

“Clark, get off my damn field if you’re gonna keep standing there!”

My fingers twitched around my helmet.

I could turn around. Walk away.

Or—

I could let her back in.

I could take the risk.

My chest rose and fell, my heart hammering like a drum.

Then—

I dropped my helmet.

And in one step, I was in front of her.

Her eyes went wide just as I pulled her in.

It wasn’t a kiss. It wasn’t even a word.

It was just me, holding onto her, my face buried against her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her body against mine.

Y/N broke—I felt it in the way her hands clutched my jersey, the way she shook against me, the way she whispered, “I’m so sorry,” over and over again.

The team went silent.

But I didn’t care.

Because for the first time in days—

I could breathe again.

Night Swims

Drabble Flashback Pt.8

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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The lake was quiet, the water still and reflecting the endless stretch of stars above. It was the kind of summer night that made everything feel infinite—where the heat still clung to the air, but the cool breeze off the water made it bearable. The party at Mason’s house had been fun, sure, but it was loud. Too many people, too much beer, too much heat packed into one backyard.

This, though? Just her and Wally at the lake? This was better.

Y/N sat at the dock’s edge, feet barely skimming the surface of the water. The planks beneath her were warm from the sun, but the night had stolen some of the heat away. Wally sat next to her, arms stretched back to prop himself up, head tilted toward the sky.

“Ever wonder how many stars are actually out there?” he mused, voice lazy and content.

She hummed. “Probably too many to count.”

He let out a low whistle. “Crazy to think about, huh? Like… we’re just sitting here, two dumb kids at a lake, while all that’s up there.”

Y/N turned to him, smiling softly. “Since when did you get all philosophical?”

“Since I started hanging out with you.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I highly doubt that.”

He just smirked, not arguing.

A comfortable silence stretched between them, filled only by the distant chirp of crickets and the occasional splash of a fish breaking the water’s surface. Y/N leaned back on her hands, letting her head tip toward the stars, soaking it all in.

Then—

SPLASH!

Cold water exploded over her legs, drenching her shorts and soaking into the fabric of her tank top. She gasped, jerking upright as the lake settled, its surface rippling wildly.

“Wally!” she shrieked, whipping her head toward where he had disappeared beneath the surface.

A few seconds passed before he came up, grinning like an idiot, hair dripping and eyes twinkling with mischief.

“What?” he said innocently, floating on his back.

“You ass! That was cold!”

“Nah, it’s fine. You just gotta get in, and you won’t even feel it after a while.” He kicked lazily, sending another small wave toward the dock. “Come on.”

She crossed her arms, glaring down at him. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

She really wanted to argue. But the way he was looking at her—challenging, teasing, expecting her to jump in—made it impossible to say no.

With an exaggerated sigh, she stood up, toeing off her sneakers before peeling off her socks. She hesitated for a split second, but before she could second-guess herself, she stepped forward and jumped.

The water swallowed her whole, cool and shocking against her sun-warmed skin. She surfaced with a gasp, pushing her wet hair back from her face.

Wally was laughing, grinning like he’d just won something. “See? Not so bad, huh?”

“I hate you,” she repeated, splashing water directly into his face.

He spluttered, blinking water from his eyes before lunging forward, sending a wave toward her.

She shrieked, kicking away, trying to put space between them. “Wally, don’t you dare—”

Too late.

He caught her by the wrist, tugging her toward him. The movement sent her off balance, and before she could stop it, she crashed right into his chest.

For a moment, they were both frozen, chest-to-chest, the lake swirling around them. His hands had landed at her waist, steadying her, while her fingers instinctively gripped his shoulders.

Her breath caught.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t been close before—hell, they spent nearly every day together over the summer. But this was different. Something about the way the moonlight reflected off the water, the way his arms had wrapped around her without thinking, the way his breath fanned against her cheek.

His gaze flickered to her lips.

Her heart stuttered.

Then, as if realizing the moment was stretching too long, Wally cleared his throat and gently nudged her backward, putting a few inches of space between them. “Didn’t mean to drown you,” he joked, voice just a little rougher than before.

She forced a laugh, shoving his shoulder. “Jerk.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He smirked, flicking water at her face. “Race you to the dock?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You always cheat.”

“I never cheat.”

“Wally, you literally—”

“Three, two—”

“Wally—”

“Go!”

He took off without waiting, kicking hard, cutting through the water like a fish.

Y/N groaned but didn’t hesitate to chase after him, their laughter ringing through the quiet night.

And if she found herself sneaking glances at him—at the way he looked when he was happy, carefree, alive—well…

She’d never admit it.

Arcade Nights and Almost Wins

Drabble Flashback Pt.4

Wally Cark x fem!reader

Prompt: friendly competition

No warnings

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

Tonight, though, he had a challenger.

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

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

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

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

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

“Good choice,” he admitted.

“I know,” she said smugly.

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

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

“Maybe.”

“You totally have!”

“Shut up and lose, Clark.”

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

They were both breathless when the final match loaded.

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

“Not even a little,” he lied.

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

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

The words K.O. flashed across the screen.

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

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

“Eh, you almost had me.”

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

“I’d like to see you try.”

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

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

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

“A consolation prize,” he said, grinning.

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

He snorted. “Yeah, right.”

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

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

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

One where she had no idea she was winning.

Aftershock – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.21

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The moment I stepped off the field, hand in Y/N’s, the world snapped back into focus.

Coach was fuming.

My teammates were staring, a mix of shock, curiosity, and relief thick in the air.

And I knew—knew the second I hit the locker room, I'd get ripped apart for walking off mid-practice, for letting my personal life explode onto the field.

But right now?

I didn’t care.

Because Y/N was still gripping my hand like she was afraid I’d disappear, her breath still uneven, her fingers cold against my own.

Because my chest still felt tight, my heart still unsteady from the weight of everything.

Because even though I wanted to be angry—

I had missed her too much.

We didn’t say anything as we crossed the field, barely hearing the way Coach’s yelling turned into distant background noise.

It wasn’t until we hit the bleachers—until we were tucked in the shadow of the empty stands, away from the eyes of the team—that I stopped.

Turned to her.

Let go of her hand.

She looked up at me, eyes searching, like she was bracing for whatever came next.

For a long moment, I just stared.

At the girl who had wrecked me.

At the girl who still made my heart trip over itself.

At the girl who had just put herself directly in the line of fire because she couldn’t take it anymore.

My girl

I exhaled sharply. “You can’t do stuff like that, Y/N.”

Her breath caught. “I know.”

“You walked onto the field—” my voice wavered, the panic from earlier still gripping my ribs. “Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if they had snapped the ball? If someone hit you?”

Her face crumpled. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you weren’t,” I snapped, then immediately cursed under my breath, scrubbing a hand down my face. “Jesus.”

Her shoulders curled in slightly, like she was preparing for me to tell her to leave.

And maybe a part of me thought I should.

But the other part—the part that had spent every day aching for her, that had spent every night staring at my ceiling, missing her—

That part couldn’t let her go.

“Say it again,” I muttered.

She blinked. “What?”

My voice was hoarse. “That you were wrong.”

Her eyes softened, even as fresh guilt flickered in them.

“I was wrong,” she whispered.

I let out a slow, unsteady breath, nodding once.

Then—

Before I could second-guess myself—

I reached for her again.

This time, I cupped her face, brushing my thumbs gently over her cheekbones, grounding myself in the warmth of her skin.

Her breath stuttered.

“I wanted to hate you,” I admitted quietly. “After that night, I tried to hate you.”

Her fingers curled around my wrists, holding on like she was afraid I’d slip away.

“But I couldn’t,” my said, voice raw. “I still can’t.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “Wally—”

I shook my head. “I’m not saying it’s fixed. I’m not saying we can just go back to how it was.”

She nodded, swallowing hard. “I know.”

“But I can’t pretend I don’t love you.”

A choked sound escaped her, like she was barely holding it together.

Like she wanted to say it back but didn’t know if she deserved to.

So I gave her a way out.

A test.

“Come to the diner with me,” I murmured.

Her brows furrowed. “What?”

“Tonight,” I clarified. “Come with me. Talk to me.”

She exhaled shakily. “And if I do?”

My fingers tightened slightly on her face, my stomach twisting as I searched her gaze.

“Then maybe we start over.”

She stared at me, lips parted, eyes wide.

Then—slowly, carefully—she nodded.

And for the first time since it all fell apart, I felt like maybe, just maybe—

We had a chance.

Late-Night Diner – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.22

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The diner was quieter than usual when I pushed open the door.

A few stragglers were scattered in booths, and the radio hummed softly in the background, an old song from the ‘70s barely cutting through the low chatter.

I felt Y/N hesitate at my side, like she was rethinking this already.

Like maybe walking onto the field had been easier than sitting across from me in the place we used to come to all the time.

Too bad, I thought.

She had been the one to say she was wrong.

She had asked for this chance.

Now, she had to follow through.

I led us to a booth in the corner, the one we used to sit in before everything.

When we slid in, Y/N kept her hands folded in her lap, eyes flicking around the room like she couldn’t figure out where to land them.

I let the silence hang.

Let it stretch as I picked up the menu, even though I already knew what I was ordering.

Y/N exhaled slowly, shifting slightly. “Are you gonna say anything?”

I looked up, meeting her eyes. “I’m waiting.”

Her brows furrowed. “For what?”

My voice was steady. “For you to say whatever it is you came here to say.”

She flinched like the weight of it hit all at once. Like she hadn’t fully considered what this moment would be like—sitting across from me, face-to-face, no running away this time.

I just waited.

Because this was her mess to clean up.

Finally, she swallowed and lifted her gaze to meet mine.

“I hurt you,” she said softly.

My throat tightened, but I nodded. “Yeah. You did.”

She inhaled sharply. “And I don’t think there’s anything I can say to take that back.”

“Probably not,” I admitted.

Her fingers clenched in her lap. “I should’ve believed you.”

I studied her, my grip tightening on the menu.

“You should have,” I agreed.

The words hung between us, raw and real.

Y/N let out a shaky breath. “I don’t even know how to explain why I didn’t.”

My jaw clenched. “Try.”

She winced but nodded.

“I think…I think I was scared,” she admitted quietly. “Not just of the idea of you cheating, but of how much it would’ve hurt me if it were true. And instead of facing that, I just—I ran.”

I stared at her, heart hammering.

Because that was the thing about Y/N—she was stubborn as hell, but she didn’t always know how to stay when things got messy.

She panicked.

Bolted.

And this time, she had bolted from me.

She swallowed hard. “But it wasn’t true. And I should’ve given you the chance to prove that.”

I leaned back, running a hand through my hair. “You really should’ve.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “Do you think you can ever forgive me?”

I let the question settle, weighing the ache in my chest.

The betrayal.

The anger.

The love.

Finally, I exhaled. “I want to.”

Her lips parted slightly, hope flickering across her face.

“But it’s not something I can just do overnight, Y/N,” I admitted. “I spent weeks trying to figure out what I did wrong—what I could’ve said to stop you from walking away.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t look away.

I shook my head. “I don’t wanna go through that again.”

She reached across the table then, hesitating before placing her hand over mine.

The touch was tentative, like she wasn’t sure if he’d pull away.

I didn’t.

“I swear to you,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I will never do that to you again.”

I searched her face, feeling the weight of those words settle deep.

I didn’t know if we could just snap back to how things were.

Didn’t know if I could trust that promise fully.

But I wanted to.

And maybe—just maybe—that was enough.

For now.

I turned my palm over, gripping her hand.

Y/N let out a shaky breath, squeezing back.

And in that quiet moment, with the hum of the radio and the distant clatter of dishes in the background—

I realized I wasn’t ready to let her go.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

Rebuilding – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.23

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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The drive home was quiet.

Not uncomfortable. Not tense. Just… quiet.

Y/N sat beside me in the passenger seat, fingers tracing idle patterns against her jeans. Every now and then, I could feel her looking at me, but she didn’t say anything. Didn’t push.

And honestly? I didn’t know how to feel about that.

Part of me had expected more—some grand plea, a desperate apology, something that would take away the ache in my chest. But instead, she had just sat there, letting me be.

And weirdly… it helped.

It wasn’t a quick fix. It wasn’t some magic answer that made everything suddenly fine. But it was something.

I pulled into her driveway, shifting the truck into park.

Still, neither of us moved.

Finally, Y/N sighed, turning to face me.

“I don’t expect things to go back to normal overnight,” she admitted, voice quiet. “And I know I have to earn your trust back.”

I swallowed hard, gripping the steering wheel. “Yeah. You do.”

She nodded, like she had already come to terms with that.

“But I’m willing to wait,” she said softly. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to prove to you that I won’t walk away again.”

I stared at her for a long moment, the streetlights casting shadows across her face.

I wanted to believe her.

And a part of me did.

But another part—the part that still remembered the way she had looked at me that night, like she had already made up her mind, like nothing I said mattered—

That part was scared.

“Okay,” I finally said.

Her breath hitched. “Okay?”

I exhaled, nodding. “We try. But slowly.”

A small, hopeful smile tugged at her lips. “Slowly.”

She hesitated, like she wasn’t sure if she should reach for me again.

This time, I was the one to close the distance.

Not a kiss. Not some big, dramatic gesture.

Just my fingers brushing over hers, a quiet promise that we weren’t completely broken.

That maybe, just maybe—

We could put the pieces back together.

Y/N squeezed my hand lightly before letting go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked, her voice laced with something fragile.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She gave me one last soft look before slipping out of the truck, disappearing into her house.

And for the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe again.

Maybe this wasn’t the end.

Maybe it was just the beginning.

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The ones we lost

Wally Cark x fem!reader

summary: Wally Clark was her world—her first love, her best friend, the one person who made everything feel right. But now he’s gone, ripped away in an instant, leaving behind nothing but echoes of laughter in empty hallways and a heart that feels permanently shattered. Every day is a struggle as she walks through Split River High, surrounded by the ghosts of memories that refuse to fade.

warnings: death, grief, loss of a loved one

Author's Note: It's possible that this could turn into a series, but for now, this is just a singular fanfic. If there are any recommendations for future fics or a continuance of this one, my requests are always open ♡

Wally’s POV

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Announcer on PA: "He's got the ball. Wally Clark, down the field. He's at the 40, he's at the 30."

The stadium was electric, the crowd roaring as the final moments of the homecoming game played out under the bright Friday night lights. I sat in the stands, bundled in Wally’s varsity jacket, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves. This was his night—his chance to shine. I could already picture him grinning ear to ear afterward, sweeping me up in a post-game hug, the way he always did.

Then it happened.

Announcer: "Clark takes a big hit. He is down."

The hit came out of nowhere. One second, Wally was sprinting down the field, and the next, a player blindsided him with a brutal tackle. I watched, breathless, as his body lifted off the ground, flipping unnaturally in the air. The sickening crack echoed through the stadium as he landed hard on the turf, his head snapping at an awful angle. The crowd fell eerily silent.

My stomach dropped. Announcer: "This doesn't look good for Wally Clark."

“Get up, Wally,” I whispered, gripping the edge of my seat, willing him to move. To even twitch. But he didn’t. The players around him hesitated before frantically waving for help. Coaches and medics rushed the field, but he just lay there, still, too still. A cold dread settled over me, crawling up my spine.

This wasn’t like the other times he’d been hit. This was different.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard a voice yelling his name. It took me a second to realize it was mine...

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The days after felt like a blur. A never-ending, suffocating blur. The hospital waiting room, the murmured apologies from doctors, the way his mother collapsed into sobs when they told us he was gone.

It felt unreal, like some kind of cruel joke.

Because how could Wally be gone? He was just here. Just laughing with me, just kissing me goodbye before the game, just promising me we'd go to the lake this weekend.

But he wasn’t here anymore. He never would be again.

I don’t remember much about the funeral. Just the weight in my chest, the way the world felt too bright for a day so dark.

People kept talking about him like he was a memory, but I couldn't accept that.

He wasn’t just a memory. He was still mine. My Wally. I stopped going to football games. Couldn’t even look at the field. Every time I walked past it, I swore I could still hear the echo of that hit, the way the crowd gasped, the way my heart broke in real time.

I needed somewhere to go, somewhere that felt like him.

That’s how I met Mr. Daniels, the janitor. He saw me wandering the halls after school one day, lingering in places I shouldn’t be. I expected him to scold me, to tell me to go home, but instead, he just asked, "Looking for somewhere quiet?" I nodded, and after a moment, he motioned for me to follow. He led me to an old storage room near the back of the school, long forgotten and covered in dust. "Nobody uses this place anymore," he said, tossing me a key. "Clean it up if you want. Just don’t tell anyone."

So I did. I spent hours there, sweeping the dust away, hanging up old pictures of Wally from my locker, draping his jacket over the back of a rickety chair.

It wasn’t much, but it was his. And being there, surrounded by the echoes of our time together, made me feel like I wasn’t completely alone.

One day, while sitting in that room, I let myself remember. Really remember. The way Wally smiled when he was nervous. The way his laugh sounded when he was truly happy. And, finally, the way he looked just before it all went wrong.

The scar of that night never left me. I replayed it over and over, but deep down, I knew what happened.

One night, sitting there alone, I whispered to the empty space, "I miss you, Wally." And though the room was silent, though I would never see his face again, I swore I could feel something—just the faintest hint of warmth, like he was still with me in some way. I still dream about him.

Sometimes, I wake up thinking I hear his voice, feel his arms around me. But when I open my eyes, the room is empty. Still, I know the truth.

He’s not lost. Not really. As long as I remember him, as long as I keep this small piece of him close, he’ll always be here. And maybe, just maybe, one day, I’ll see him again.

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