Milo Manheim

Skirts and Skins

Summary: Wally begs to eat you out.

Author's Note: This might be trash. It's sat ion my drafts for weeks.

You were a glowing light in the dingey after life of Split River high. You died and somehow became the glue that held the ghosts together after Mr. Martin crossed over. It was just a few weeks after him crossing when you showed up. You were a bit disheveled after dying as any normal person would be but you were still so soft and unmarred by death. You had died in a fairly grim way. You had been helping hang a banner for a school dance extremely high up and had taken a nose dive into the gym floor after losing your balance.

Wally had been in the gym shooting some hoops and watching the livings as he did frequently when you had taken your tumble. He had ran to catch you if only he was alive you wouldn't have fell through his arms into the floor at his feet. You had woken up in the teacher's lounge after Wally had carried you away from the horrific scene. He didn't want you to see yourself like that after what he had seen in his own death.

It had been a few months since your death and you had all of the ghost enamored with your sweet but sassy attitude. Wally couldn't help that his cock twitched every time you sassed him or got grumpy with him. You were just so fucking cute. He had to mentally scold himself when his eyes would glue themselves to your thighs. His mind wandering to how good they would look around his ears or around his hips, how sweet you'd taste and how bossy you'd be. He'd give just about anything to be on his knees before you.

You had noticed Wally's need to please you. He hardly let you lift a finger. You could see how pleased he was after receiving your praise for helping out. You'd never had someone want to do things for you but you were enjoying it. It had you curious where the line was drawn with him. How far would he go to please you.

You had asked for something small like to tie your shoe. He immediately knelt down and placed your sneaker on his thigh. You had grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself. He was so warm under your fingers as you trailed your hand up to his dark hair playing with it gently. Wally felt chills run through his body at your touch. He couldn't help but lean into your hand as he tied your shoe carefully. Once he finished he carefully set your foot back onto the ground before glancing up at you. You were smiling down at him and playing with his hair as you said "Such a good boy for me." Wally's jaw dropped open and his cock hardened at the praise.

You watched his gaze turn desperate as he gently grabbed your calves to steady himself. "Let me take care of you. Please." He begged as his hands drifted to your knees. You smiled down at him "Gonna beg for it, Baby?" you teased him. His eyes closed savoring the pet name before opening again and giving you his best puppy dog eyes as he said "Please let me make you cum. I need it Princess. Can't think of anything but your sweet pussy. Driving me fucking crazy." You smirked down at him before shaking your head at his attempt. "Wally you've gotta try harder than that. Make it special or I am going to keep telling you no, Baby." You say as you run your hands through his hair again giving it a gentle tug before leaving him there on his knees.

You wanted to say yes more than anything but the satisfaction it brought you to have a handsome ghost on his knees for you was too tempting. Wally watched you walk away and his mind immediately thought about how he could make this special. You were special, he needed you to know that. He also had to know how you would feel under him. His palms itched to get your thighs back in them.

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Wally remained by your side but hadn't asked you again. You had however caught his gaze on you many times. He would disappear for a couple hours at a time and you couldn't believe how much you missed him in those hours but you never mentioned it to him. You would gravitate closer to him once he returned but he never noticed. He still took care of your every whim and would triple check you didn't need anything before he left. It warmed your heart and your center that he wanted to take such care of you.

He came back from his daily disappearance with a huge grin on his face. He walked right up to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you as he walked down the hall. You giggled as you stumbled behind him. He glanced back at you a few times his grin getting wider as he lead you to the fallout shelter. He turned to you right outside the entrance turning and saying "Close your eyes please." You raised your eyebrows at him. He walked behind you and covered your eyes with his big hands before guiding you through the door.

He uncovered your eyes and the fallout shelter had string lights circling the room, a blanket laid out on the floor, and a cute picnic basket in the center. You smiled back at Wally as he ushered you towards the blanket. He sat in one corner leaned back with his ankles crossed and you had lowered yourself across from him. "What's in the basket Wally?" You smiled over at him curiously. He smirked at you before sitting up "Open and find out for yourself, Princess." You opened the lid of the basket to find all of your favorite afterlife snacks and drinks with a tulip resting on the top of the food.

You picked up the tulip gently, spinning it in your fingers slowly as a big smile graced your lips. Wally melted as he watched your expression turn giddy as you pulled out snack after snack. You smiled at him through your lashes before saying "Wally this is really sweet. Is this all just to get in my pants?" He smirks at you "Not just to get in your pants. However it is definitely a perk." He teases.

You giggle and begin snacking away as he talks to you about anything and everything. After the both of you get your fill of snacks you begin repacking the basket for later. Wally inches closer to you, eyes glued to yours. "I want you in every since of the word, Princess." He says as his hand grazes your shin. He looks up at you for approval awaiting your response. You smile at him and push his shoulders so he is in a sitting position.

You crawl over to him straddling his hips as he looks up at you in a state of shock and awe. You giggle at him before leaning down and pressing your lips to his warm ones. As soon as your lips touch his hands are on you. They skim from your hips up your sides and back down before resting on your upper thighs. You don't pull away until your lungs begin to burn for air. He chases you with his lips not wanting the kiss to break. You giggle leaning your head against his. You feel his strong hands squeeze your thighs gently before he asks "What are you laughing about?" You giggle even harder as you hear his heavy breathing.

He grunts at you squeezing your thighs tighter before leaning back and giving you a goofy grin. You let your hands run up his neck into his thick hair. He lets out a deep groan that makes you squirm as you lightly scratch his scalp. You grind down into him attaching your lips onto his neck. He tilts his head allowing you more access to his neck as he grabs your hips pulling you into him. You can feel his hard length under you as you push further down on him.

He bucks his hip up into you before he tightens his grip holding you still. "Princess. I need to taste you please. Need it so bad." He begs as you continue your abuse of his neck. You lean back admiring the marks darkening on his neck before he lifts you off his lap and gently rests you on the blanket in front of him. "Just lay back Baby and let me take care of you." He says as his hands glide from your ankle to the bottom of your skirt, bunching it up around your waist.

He admires the wet patch on your pink cotton panties. He takes his letterman off bunching it up before resting it under your head as a pillow. "You comfortable Princess?" he asked as he started to slot himself between your legs. You nodded yes up at him before settling further into the blanket. "Fuck you are so perfect Baby." He groaned as he spread your legs farther apart. Your cheeks heated at the compliment as he gently ran the tip of his finger down your clothed slit. He leaned forward placing a kiss on your mound before dipping his fingers into your waistband and slowly tugging your panties off.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you glistening in front of him. He used his thumbs to spread you open, you squirmed slightly at the feeling of his hot breath on your bare pussy. His smirk widened as he looked up at you saying "Prettiest pussy i've ever seen. Even better than I imagined." You wet your lips with your tongue as he returned his attention to your center. He flicked his tongue along your clit dragging it down to circle your entrance before taking your clit into his mouth. He hummed at the taste of you causing a gasp to tear from your lips at the sensation.

You swear you could feel his smirk widen on you. He replaced his mouth with his pointer and middle finger rubbing in slow circles as he prodded your center teasingly with his tongue. He sped his fingers up and began thrusting his tongue into your center. A mewl escaped your parted lips as your fingers sank into Wally's hair pulling him impossibly closer to your center. He continued fucking you with his tongue until you got all cute and whiny. Once you were wet enough for him he attached his mouth to your clit and sunk his middle finger into you. You let a hiss out as his cold ring brushed against your center.

Wally couldn't help but to grind his hard cock against the blanket for some type of attention, his cock painfully hard from watching you writhe against his mouth. He adds another finger watching as your wetness pulls him in. You whine out as he curls them into your gummy spot. You swear you see stars as he continues to punish that spot with his fingers. "Gonna cum for me Princess?" He asks so muffled against your clit you almost don't know what he's saying.

He rolls your throbbing clit between his teeth gently while massaging that spot sending you over the edge with a cry. Your whole body tenses, back arching, fingers digging into the blanket, as Wally looks at you like your the prettiest thing he's ever seen spasming around his fingers. He gently removes his fingers bring them to his mouth with a groan. He licks them clean while you stare up at him blurry eyed and red cheeked with a dazed smile on your face. Once he finishes cleaning his fingers he climbs back up your body gently resting his hips against yours. "You okay Baby" he asks while gently grabbing your face so you focus on him.

You smile up at him "Yea Walls I'm good, really good. Want your cock now." Your hands begin to push down his sweats. His large hands grasp your gently as he looks up at you saying "We don't have to if you don't want to." You smile up at his sweetly before you pull your hands from him dipping them into his underwear and grasping his length in your hand gently. His forehead hits your shoulder as he grunts at the feeling of your cost hand wrapped around him. You begin to glide your hand up and down smearing his precum down his length. His hips buck into your hand before he pulls away from you making you release him. "Princess as much as I enjoy this if you keep touching me like that I am gonna cum in my pants and that would really really bruise my ego." he says with a pant while he kicks his pants and boxers off.

You smirk up at him before you maneuver your leg around him flipping onto your knees. Your chest rests against the blanket with your ass in the air. "Holy fuck." Wally grunts out at the sight of you, his hands reach forward squishing your ass cheeks in his hands before spreading you open. He spreads your legs farther apart before he drags his heavy cock through your folds and slapping the head against your throbbing clit. You whine out pushing your hips back against him causing his head to slip into your dripping center. You both moan out at the same time spurring him to sink farther into you.

He bottoms out resting there to allow you to adjust to his thickness. He is trying to do math to stop himself from pounding into you when you squeeze him so tight it sends him into a frenzy. His hips pull all the way out before slamming back into you all the way ripping a scream from your lips. He leans forward grabbing your hair into a ponytail and pulling you flush against his chest causing you to sink completely on him. He reaches around grabbing your jaw tight but not enough to hurt and pulling you to look at him over your shoulder. He makes sure you are looking at him before saying "Tell me this is what you want. Tell me right now if you need me to be gentle otherwise I am going to ruin you." You clench around his cock at the thought before saying "Ruin me please." while looking up at him batting your pretty eyes and fuck he's gone.

He kisses you roughly before he pushes your face into his jacket and ramming into you. Your moans are ruffled by his jacket as he pulls you back onto his cock by your ponytail. The sensation of him pulling your hair and bruising your insides have you teetering over the edge. Wally feels you tighten around him and speeds up his thrust getting the both of you to the edge. You moan out each others names as you cum together. You whine at the sensation of his warmth filling you.

He gently lets go of your ponytail and pulls out of you with a grunt of protest. He pulls his shirt off before gently flipping you onto your back and cleaning you up with the gentlest touches. You lay there watching his attentive nature as he pulls out another blanket unfurling it before covering you up and then attending to himself. He grabs your favorite candy and a water from the basket before he asks you to sit up. He gets behind you so that your head is against his chest and hands you the opened water and candy before tugging the tie out of your hair and gently massaging your head. You whimper out at the sensation feeding candies to the both of you. "Did so good for me Baby. You feeling okay? Anything you need?" he says quietly while playing with your hair.

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Fifty Seven

summary: prompt fill. between 1982 and 1983, Wally meets and falls completely head over heels for a girl who changes everything. his biggest fan, his greatest love. you. (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: fluff. AU - pre-canon. dorks falling in love. author doesn't know American football. total disregard for canon lore. HEA.

bon reading, frens

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Fifty Seven

It was gradual, how things developed between you and Wally. Slow and peripheral at first. Then, like a confetti cannon—pop💥—instant, exciting; a pocket of fresh air in a dense smog. And it was all thanks to Wally's best friend, Rodney.

See, Wally was a baseball guy. Had planned to continue being a baseball guy through high school. He was an excellent pitcher with an impressive BA, and his mama had been over-the-top supportive for Wally to join the team—believed in him so much that she'd even strongarmed Coach Burns to let Wally try out for varsity.

But Rodney? Had wanted to join the football team. And Wally had wanted to do everything with his inseparable since birth best buddy, so he'd found himself donning a helmet and nailing technical drills like it was paint-by-numbers. Obviously, he'd made the team. Had started winning games, gained popularity and praise and attention from girls. Had fast become Coach's MVP only to, in sophomore year, be transferred to the varsity team. Go Devils!

That'd meant training longer, playing harder, and receiving interested elevator-looks from the hottest chicks in school. Seniors who'd graduated out of the awkwardness of puberty and had learned how to flaunt their curves. Don't worry, Rodney had been along for the ride, built like a brick shithouse and equally as formidable on the field, and he'd kept Wally humble.

Not that he'd needed to, because the thing about attention was the more Wally got, the less he was seen.

Yeah, he was the star receiver, the guy whose name everyone knew. But...that was about all they knew about him. People summed him up to the number on his jersey. Shallow. Detached. The girls he took on dates wanted the infamy of having made out with him—"he's such a fantabulous kisser,"—and the guys admired the hell out of him, clapped his back and handed him beers, but no one expressed an interest in peeling back flesh and bone to see what made Wally tick.

Wally wasn't lonely; he had Rodney and Don and Keith. BFFs since kindergarten who gave a real shit about him. It was just that, if people approached him to ask questions, he wanted it to feel less like an interview and more like a connection. Small talk was exhausting.

He'd been contemplating this when you'd first popped onto his radar. Shooting hoops in the gym at lunch to brood over his latest failed effort with a girl—Sarah Miller from History—when, oh shit, look out!, you'd walked through the door the second Wally had decided to unleash his frustration by whipping the ball at the wall. He'd overcompensated. The ball had curved to the left. Smack, you'd taken it square in the head.

Somehow, you hadn't been hurt, though the sound had convinced Wally you should've had a bruise blossoming on the area of impact. He'd run over, eyes wide in panic, visually checking you over to ensure he hadn't concussed you.

He'd rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah," You'd grinned, friendly, not even a little bit upset, "Happens more than you think." Which would've raised flags if Wally hadn't been preoccupied by how your proximity smelled like summer.

After a moment of uncertainty, Wally had stuck out his hand and introduced himself, "I'm Wally Clark. I, uh... I'm better at football." He'd felt like in idiot five seconds later when you'd merrily declared:

"I know," still smiling like he hadn't just thoroughly embarrassed himself. "You always feint left." Then, in general consideration, "I'm surprised no one's figured that out yet."

Wally had stared at you in surprise, "I mean... I do what feels right in the moment."

You'd raised your hands, "I'm just saying, your recovery's weak on your left backfoot, so you might wanna switch it up soon."

Wally had crashed through a gamut of emotions in under a second, beginning with insecurity and ending in shockawe. Because you'd noticed something. And, okay, yes, it'd been jersey-number related, but it hadn't been how well he filled out his uniform.

"You come to the games?" He'd wondered as he'd valiantly ignored how his stomach had started to feel squirmy.

You'd nodded, "You're fun to watch." And you'd said it so...casually. Like it'd been part of the Split River High zeitgeist: The stadium became a sardine can because Number 57, Wally Clark, was fun to watch.

"So, I guess you're gonna be there tomorrow?" He'd asked, the seed of an unfamiliar sense of intrigue planted. He'd watched you tilt your head, watched your eyes light up when you'd smiled. Wally had felt his cheeks heat and his eyes go soppy in response.

"That's the plan, Stan," You'd gleefully confirmed.

That'd been where it'd all started.

You and he hadn't become friends or anything like that, but Wally had felt a connection. Like you and he had clicked. From then on, he'd sought you out in the crowd at every game. Where's Waldo between plays. You'd never been in the same place twice, and as soon as he'd find you, you'd hold up a poster-board boasting a glittery '57' in school blue, and cheer him on with gusto.

It'd swiftly become Wally's favorite part of playing football.

Tonight, Wally was mid-search, batting away Rodney's reminder that the team planned to hit Max's Diner after the game, win or lose, when Number 36, Matt Wilson, advised, "Dude, don't interrupt. It's like a good-luck ritual at this point."

Rodney frowned, "What're talking about?"

Even Wally broke his concentration and swiveled his head to look at Matt in confusion.

With a snort, Matt pointed out, "Clark always looks for the girl, finds her, then plays harder than ever and we win the game. He's been doing it for weeks." He shrugged, "I mean, whatever works, right?"

He did? Huh. He guessed he did...

"You got a girlfriend and didn't say anything?" Rodney accused, a little hurt. "Ouch."

"It's not like that," Wally assured him, though he felt his cheeks flush and his lips curve into a dopey smile.

Rodney studied Wally for a moment and then, "Alright, my man, what's her name?" A big, teasing grin on his face.

Wally opened his mouth to answer before he realized, shit, he actually had no idea. You hadn't given him your name the afternoon he'd accidentally pelted you with a basketball.

"You're not serious." Rodney said flatly, "you don't even know her name?" while Matt slapped his knee and crowed.

Wally was about to defend himself when, just over Rodney's shoulder, there you were, gaze already on him. His insides instantly went gooey, broad smile stretched across his face, and Rodney leveled him with an unimpressed look that Wally refused to acknowledge.

"For the love of God, ask for her name." Rodney commanded before he stuck his mouthguard between his teeth.

The whistle blew and the game continued.

The Devils won.

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Taking Rodney's suggestion was somewhat harder than Wally had anticipated. He just couldn't bring himself to do it, nerves piqued whenever he caught sight of you in the hall. He wasn't a nervous guy—Wally was a big, brave boy, thank you very much—but something about you made him stutter and overthink and, aaah, what would he even say!? Hey, thanks for coming to watch me play after I hit you in the face. Also, what's your name, girl who I share a new, ongoing at-game tradition?

Lame.

He needed more information. ✨A r e a s o n✨. Some unavoidable situation wherein Wally had to go up to you that didn't insist upon itself. Or he could actually be a big, brave boy and just say hi as casually as you'd told Wally he was fun to watch.

Between the last game and the next, Wally began gathering facts from a distance (while Rodney's gaze burned a hole into the side of Wally's head).

He learned that you sat with a group of sophomores in the cafeteria, laughing along yet not interjecting, comfortable giving the stage to your friends. Being a year below him explained why Wally hadn't noticed you before, but since that fateful day in the gym, he hadn't been able to stop noticing you.

You were quiet, though not in a shy way. You often spent time in the library—or, rather, you were always in the library when Wally happened to be, nose in a book on the windowsill. You stepped aside to let people go through a door first, and smiled at everyone; and on Mondays and Thursdays your fingers and jeans were smeared with charcoal from your Art class.

Your clothes changed, but your shoes didn't. Beat up Converse you clearly loved to death. You carried around a Sony walkman like the one Keith had, headphones on in the mornings and around your neck in the afternoons. Wally wanted to know what music you listened to.

Truth be told, he wanted to know a lot of things. Like your favorite movie and what you did in your spare time. If you went to parties or preferred to stay home and play boardgames (he wouldn't mind trading a sticky ping-pong ball for a Monopoly shoe). Were you strictly a cassette girl or did you listen to vinyl, too? Bike or license? Star Trek or Star Wars? Tom or Jerry?

God, Wally had it bad. He wanted to know everything. Every detail.

And, finally, after several failed attempts to muster the courage to cold approach you, ✨a r e a s o n✨ fell into Wally's lap and he decided it was now or never.

Practice had just ended. He was loose and warm and in a good mood, and after saying goodbye to the guys on the field, he turned and saw you sitting alone on the bleachers. Headphones on like a headband, the earpieces behind your ears. You scribbled in a notebook, tongue peeking out of the corner of your mouth, clearly 100% focused on whatever you were working on.

Wally's eyes softened and his heartbeat sped up. You were adorable.

Clearing his throat to announce himself, he climbed the bleachers and shuffled across the middle bench to take a seat beside you.

"Hey," He smiled, broad and hopefully not too eager.

Your head lifted and you smiled back.

Wally melted inside.

"Hi, Wally Clark," You said as you closed your notebook and shifted to give him your full attention. "Not practicing your free throws today?" You teased with a glint in your eye.

Wally ducked his head as he chuckled, "Nah, not today. I decided to leave that to the professionals."

"Mm, yeah, that might be for the best," And then, fixing him with a cheeky grin, "You know, if dodgeball ever becomes a recognized sport, you should totally join a team."

Wally pressed his lips together, doing his best to hide how big his smile would be otherwise, before he glanced at you with a raised brow, "Oh. So, you're funny?"

You giggled like sweet melody, "Let's call it observant."

He released his smile, heart fluttering in his chest, eyes flickering across your face to take in every detail. There was something in him—a magnet behind his ribs—that drew Wally toward you. He couldn't explain it. Barely knew you enough to label it as more than attraction, but it was more. His gaze dipped to your lips, traced the shape of your smile, then skirted back up to meet your eyes.

"Alright, let's call it observant." He agreed, his smile somehow widening.

After a moment of comfortable silence, "Your feints are getting better," you commented, "I can't predict which way you're gonna go anymore."

And he positively preened; spine straight, chest puffed out, proud to have earned your admiration. Maybe that's what'd always been missing. He'd never had to work for it, everyone throwing themselves at his feet just for a split second of his attention. Wally had always been approached, never had to do the approaching.

Was that the thrill of the chase?

No. Of course not. You weren't the deer to his crosshairs. But he had to admit, it was nice that he could trust you weren't talking to him to get something out of it. Which is probably why, before he could stop himself, Wally blurted:

"Do you wanna hang out tomorrow?"

You seemed surprised, brows shooting up. Still, your smile remained and, with a chuckle, you nodded, "That would be nice." And then, eyes narrowing, "Nowhere that involves you having to throw things, though, right?"

Hand to his heart, "I'll save it for the field," Wally promised, suddenly feeling giddy and overwhelmed. He had to resist the urge to bite his lip in excitement. Raked his fingers through his hair and glanced bashfully away to compose himself.

"Very appreciated." You bumped your shoulder against his arm.

The brief contact ignited a thousand butterflies to take flight in his belly. He stood, gathered his sports bag and beamed down at you. You looked back, all cute and sweet and appearing nowhere near as affected as Wally felt which made him feel a little silly for the intensity of his body's reactions to you.

"How about the arcade...around 3?" He suggested, putting as much confidence behind his words as he could.

After a moment's thought, "Can we make it in the evening? Say around 6?" You asked.

"Yeah," Wally replied, "Yeah, we can make it 6." He took a couple of backward steps, "I can pick you up at your place."

You shook your head, "I'll meet you there."

"Great, it's a date," He nearly choked when he registered what he'd said, face absolutely flaming, though he didn't take it back. He almost tripped over his own feet when you didn't correct him.

Instead, all you said was, "Can't wait."

You didn't see it—God, he hoped you didn't see it—but as soon as he was off the bleachers and a good enough distance away, Wally fist pumped, practically vibrating out of his skin. Holy crap, he was going on a date with you! He was going to spend time with you, get to know you, connect with you the way he'd always wanted to connect with someone outside of Rodney, Don, and Keith.

It was only when he was in his car and on his way home to shower that he realized he still didn't know your name.

He could hear Rodney's eyeroll from there.

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You'd noticed Wally from the start. It was difficult not to, the guy a high-rise human, towering over most of the student body. But, it wasn't just his physical presence. Nor was it how good he was at attracting attention on and off the field with his exuberance and abundance of energy.

It was the moments between the jokes he made with his friends. Between performing for the crowd when he led the Devils to victory. The somber, introspective moments he thought he had to himself. And he did, for the most part. You'd never meant to intrude. It just so happened that he often used the same spaces you did to find peace.

You weren't surprised that he hadn't noticed you before he'd lodged a basketball at your head. Few people did. Not bitterly; that was just simply how things had befallen you and you'd learned to adjust. In fact, you had approximately two people you considered close and had realized that was more than enough. Still, you enjoyed meeting people where you could. They were fascinating. And, these days, none were so fascinating as Wally Clark.

He had hands that swallowed whatever they held; a smile that brightened a room; and eyes that made your skin tingle, their gaze soulful and heavy whenever they landed on you at his games like a prize. You craved those eyes on you, a flower to sunlight, and were excited beyond measure that you'd have them all to yourself for a night.

When he'd asked you out, it'd taken everything in your power not to kick your feet and giggle in delight. Be cool, you'd told yourself, acting as though you hadn't been daydreaming about Wally Clark since you'd first heard his name in the halls. What you wouldn't have given to spend more of Saturday with him, but things were somewhat strange for you, and you'd had to shave the hours down.

As restrictive as it was, you were only able to go out when the town was sleepier. The streets less crowded, the energy laggard; the shadows darker and the moon visible. You had hard rules to follow, but after sundown, no one paid attention to your whereabouts. You could sneak out unnoticed and do as you pleased so long as you were back before anyone knew you'd been gone.

It sucked, but it was what it was and there was nothing you could do about it, so you'd set the time for your date with Wally later and hoped you'd be satisfied with the hours you and he did get to be together.

When you arrived at the arcade, Wally was already there, leaning against the exterior wall, hands shoved in his pockets, his expression transforming from teen mag sultry to puppy bright when he caught sight of you. Don't squeal, don't squeal, don't squeal—you did great, kid—you waved sweetly and took measured steps toward him, matching his expression with a happy one of your own.

"Hey, you made it," Wally said as if he'd been worried you'd flake.

"Like I'd miss the chance to kick your ass at Space Invaders." You scoffed, hands on your hips as you pinned him with a challenging look.

Wally laughed and the sound when straight to your chest, settled between your ribs, and you knew your eyes were likely doing something dreamy and dazed. If he noticed, he didn't comment; held out his arm like a gentleman and escorted you inside.

You did, in fact, kick his ass at Space Invaders.

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Whatever, you may have beaten him at Space Invaders, but Wally wiped the floor with you at Time Pilot. To further impress you with his skills, he won you a prize from the claw crane. Overlooking the fact that it'd taken several coins and a lot of cursing, Wally felt like the king of the world having handed over a plastic ball stuffed with enough raffle tickets that you could take home a plastic necklace.

He looked for any and every opportunity to touch you; grazed the back of his hand across yours, then, bolder, squeezed you into his side as you and he moved between machines. Just as you were about to beat his score at Pac Man, he grabbed you around the waist and spun you away from the control panel, watching triumph when the monitor announced Game Over and Wally's score beat yours by more points than you could come back from.

You shrieked and giggled when he slung you over his shoulder to carry you to the new air hockey table. You sprung into his arms when he defended your honor at the foosball table against another pair of patrons. By the end of the night, he had your hand in his, fingers laced, as he walked you home.

It'd been the most fun he'd had in—God—forever. Yeah, he hung out with the guys, went camping and played videogames and did things. Always busy, always entertained. Or, rather, he did the entertaining. A constant performance to keep people interested. Tonight, with you, it'd been different. He was relaxed, completely at ease, feeling like himself for the first time in too many years. His chest felt lighter.

When you and he reached your house, not too far from the arcade, you stopped and positioned yourself to face him, beautiful smile on your face that softened under his gaze. He didn't want tonight to end. Wished it could go on through tomorrow and the next day and the one after that.

"That was a lot of fun, Wally," You murmured as you stepped closer, bottom lip caught between your teeth in a way that made his heartrate spike and his head foggy.

He nodded, "Yeah," and lifted a hand to trail his fingertips along the slope of your jaw, "I wanna do it again, like, now."

You chuckled, and when did your lips get so close to his? "You just wanna try and beat my Donkey Kong score." You accused, breath hitching when the tip of his nose grazed your cheek.

Wally couldn't refute that, but didn't want to, his mind already on other things. Better things. Things like—his lips brushed yours, soft and gentle at first, testing the waters, and when you gasped so prettily, he pressed in. Kissed you slow, his hand climbing to rest on the back of your head to angle you just right. The kiss let in and took out, over and over, until Wally was breathless and dizzy.

He kept you there, one hand trailing down your side to your hip, the other tangling in your hair, for what felt like hours though it must've only been several minutes. He couldn't let go. Couldn't stop. Your tongue against his the most incredible thing he'd ever tasted.

But, eventually, you had to pull away, "It's late."

He kissed you one more time for the road, watched you stealthily maneuver around the side of your house and disappear around the corner, probably to sneak back into your room before anyone realized you'd been gone. Something about the fact that you'd risked getting in trouble for him thrilled Wally.

Once you were out of sight, Wally turned in the direction of home, an obvious bounce in his step as he replayed the night—the kiss, how your lips had yielded under his—on a loop.

Again, it wasn't until much later that he remembered he still hadn't asked for your name.

Fuck.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

In typical 1980s fashion, this movie had a montage that Wally revisited almost obsessively. Sure, things had progressed rather quickly between you and him; one minute you were the stranger he viciously—but not on purpose!—attacked with a ball, and the next you were every thought, desire, emotion, response Wally was capable of.

After sundown, like hoodlums, he took you to the roller rink and skated on legs made of Jell-O because you insisted you needed his limbs to support your stilted efforts. Except, as soon as a single-digit child cried his frustration, there you were, a professional ballerina on wheels, teaching the child how to balance and move. You weren't even sheepish when you fessed up to the ruse.

"I like how it feels," You said simply, shrugged, and tucked yourself into Wally's side to prove the point, "You feel safe."

Yeah, Wally couldn't argue to save his life, addicted to how you felt in his arms as much as you seemed drawn to be there. You and he danced under the colored lights, spun and chased and discoed like divas, deliberately falling into each other at every chance. Wally didn't complain when you brought him to the ground with you after a miscalculated dip.

Days later, you and he jumped and screamed along to live music (the lyrics all totally wrong, but the melody right), crashing bodies pressing you together. Halfway through the concert, the surrounding mania receded as he rocked you gently, kissed you with meaning in the eye of a mosh pit; squawked when you poked his side to tickle him and then booked it through the crowd for an impromptu, wild game of hide-n-seek.

An empty movie theater for a screening of last year's horror films. Popcorn missiles thrown when he dared suggest Halloween was better than My Bloody Valentine. Finger to his lips, his hand firm around yours, crouched as he led you into another theater after the first movie. Four altogether, most of them ignored in favor of making out in the back row until an usher kicked you and Wally out for inappropriate behavior.

Heads close, toes pointed toward opposite walls, listening to Nebraska in a patch of moonlight on Wally's bedroom floor after a grueling week of exams and Wally's mama nagging him to get fitted for new skates before hockey season. He turned his head, admired your profile, lashes fanned on the arches of peach-blushed cheeks. His heart fluttered and his eyes softened as he watched you doze to the music. Between Used Cars and Open All Night, Wally propped himself on an elbow and kissed you upside-down. Chuckled when you nipped his chin and retaliated by adjusting his position, pinning you beneath his body, and kissing you senseless.

Throughout it all, you never missed a game, football or hockey or lacrosse. You'd put an end to the scavenger hunt, now a pillar of motivation—front row, center—and waved that glittery poster with an enthusiasm that outshone his mama's. The new arrangement made it easier for Wally, sweaty and hot, to leap over the barrier and lift and twirl you after each victory. Or, alternatively, for you to hurdle into his arms to comfort and reassure him after each loss.

Over the summer, Wally reminisced fondly on his junior year and everything you and he had done together. He missed you, a deep ache in his heart while your family apparently traveled for the months between school years. You wrote letters and used payphones to speak to him every Wednesday and Saturday, and it helped sustain him until you returned, but, God, he couldn't wait to see you again. To have you cuddled against him on the couch or in his lap on the bleachers at lunch or under him in his bed.

He craved you like a bad habit. Your scent, your touch, your taste. The soft affection you and he traded; lips stamped to a shoulder, fingers carding through each other's hair. How Wally held you, arm banded around your chest, hand under your chin to angle your face up so he could kiss you from behind.

Soon, he reminded himself. Three more days and he'd have his girl at his side again.

His girl whose name continued to elude him.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

The night of the '83 Homecoming game, Wally felt a dread unlike he'd ever felt before. A lump of lead in his stomach. He had you in his lap. Light, gentle brushes of his lips memorized the shape of your neck and jaw, his arms tight around you, as you helped distract him from his uncharacteristic pre-game nerves.

"I'll be right there, Wally Clark," You promised with a sweet smile.

And you were. In the seat beside his mama when the crack of bone echoed across the stadium like thunder.

He spent the following weeks oscillating between grief and rage, too consumed by the confusion and fear and loss of his own life to find the strength to seek you out. He didn't want to know how you handled it. Him. His no-longer-thereness. If you were as deeply sad as he was or if you could move on and make it through. Wally didn't think he could handle it if he saw you smile again if he wasn't responsible for it.

Eventually, though, he couldn't deny it anymore. Had to see you. That magnetic pull led him to find you outside, basking in the December sun, no jacket, laying across the middle bench on the bleachers that overlooked the field behind the school.

He climbed up and took a quiet seat beside you. You didn't look any different. Serene, in fact, as you lay there, your notebook rested on the bench above. Wally sighed heavily, traced the air around your cheek as breath choked and his heart shattered. He had so much he wanted to say to you, but didn't know where to begin—I miss you, I wish I didn't die, I need to hold you again. Sentiments that didn't make a difference anymore. He gazed at your notebook and wondered if you'd written anything about him.

And then, to his surprise:

"I was wondering how long it would take before you'd come find me."

His eyes whipped to you and he saw you staring up at him, neck craned back slightly and a warm grin on your face.

"Y-you can see me!?" Wally gaped as you sat up and scooched closer to him.

"Of course I can." You said so easily that Wally had to think for a second if he was supposed to understand how it was possible. No one else had been able to see him, hear him, feel him.

"...how?"

You giggled, the sound a boon to his despairing soul, "Being dead isn't so bad, you know. I mean, it sucks, but you get used to it pretty quick." Taking his hand in yours, fingers laced, "And, when the memory of you starts to fade, you can even leave the school at night. I'd consider that something to look forward to, no?"

"I guess," Wally wheezed as his brain tried desperately to catch up to what was happening.

"Or," You went on, "and hear me out. Eventually you can talk to people again. Just the ones who didn't know you, but still. Variety."

The gears turned in Wally's head. He stared at you, bewildered, lost, hopeful, elated, "You're dead?" One, two beats, "You were dead the whole time?"

You smiled and nodded, leaned away from him to hold out your other hand for him to shake. That's when he heard it for the first time, your name, the syllables like angelic melody to his ears. You added, "Class of '57. Nice to meet you."

"But...I walked you home. I saw your house."

"You saw a house." You corrected.

He couldn't believe it. You were dead. You were like Wally. You were with Wally.

Without hesitation, Wally scooped you into his arms and kissed you like he'd wanted to since he'd risen from his body. He soaked up all the comfort and reassurance and love you offered with your lips. The idea of eternity no longer seemed so permanent and awful with you in it.

You pulled away just enough to bump the tip of your nose against his, that smile he adored melting every worry and fear that'd followed him off the field.

"So, how do you wanna spend your afterlife, Wally Clark? We could play dodgeball now that you know you can't actually hurt me."

He felt a grin form, wide and joyful, and answered, "Whatever you want." After a soft lull that Wally used to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and cup your cheek, "I just wanna spend it with you." His girl, whose name he would treasure forever in his heart.

fin.

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You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N slow burn story

Part 8:

Summary: It’s been three weeks since your death as Halloween rolls around, the ghosts are busy planning for the big Halloween school dance and Wally walks in on you…

It’s been 3 weeks since you and Wally have been dead, and it also happens to be Halloween tomorrow. Normally you and Wally would do movie characters, we picked it out already and anything. You and him were meant to dress up as Rocky Balboa and Adrian Pennino from one of Wally’s favourite movies, Rocky. Ever since you were kids, your moms would dress you in couple’s costumes because they thought it was cute and it became a tradition for us every Halloween. And of course, you will get to see everyone else have fun at the Halloween dance while you will most likely be eating all the Halloween candy waiting for the night to be over. over the last couple of weeks, the other ghosts have been really nice to you and Wally even Rhonda was making more of an effort to be your friend though most of the time you spent in the library since you were dead you now have an excuse to read every single book.

Wally walks into the library, your nose so buried in your book that you didn’t even notice him walk in. “I thought I would find you in here, come on its time for group. You had been so focuses on your book you didn’t realise how late it had gotten. “Fuck I’m sorry I was really into this book. Let’s go don’t want Rhonda to find a reason not to like us because we are late.” You say all frazzled. You place the book down and You and Wally head to the gym. You both sit down as Mr Martin has already started. “Great to see you two have finally joined us. We are discussing the Halloween dance and who we should go as.” Janet chimes in. “I’m dressing up as Rosalind Franklin a British chemist.” You nod at her like you know who she’s talking about but, you have no clue who she was. As the others share their ideas Mr. Martin looks at you and Wally. “This will be your first of many afterlife Halloween parties, what do you two normally do for Halloween?” he asks. “When we were younger our moms would dress us in matching character costumes like Mickey and Minnie Mouse because they thought it was cute but Y/N and I still- used to carry on the tradition. We were going to be Rocky Balboa and Adrian Pennino from Rocky.” Wally said with a little emotion in his tone realising that the two of you won’t be able to carry on with tradition. “That’s a great movie, I loved Rocky.” Tommy chimed in. “Maybe Janet and Dawn could help you make some costumes?” he added. “Really? You guys will help? Thank you.” Now you respond a bit more excited, maybe the Halloween dance wont suck after all.

As group ends, You and Wally meet Janet and Dawn in the home economics room and with your help and what supplies you found they made pretty accurate costumes. “Wow you guys these look great!” you say as Dawn finishes up on your top. “Go try it on see how it fits.” Janet says excitedly. You and Wally leave to head to the bathrooms to change. Wally finished putting on his costume and came to check in on you when he walks in on you changing. “Wally geez turn around” you say as you try to find something to cover yourself since all you had on was your bra. “Sorry I... sorry” he quickly stumbles out of the bathroom. You quickly finish putting your costume on and meet Wally out in the hall. “Well, it was only time that one of us would walk in when we are changing.” You giggle as you see Wally’s cheeks turn pink. “We should go back and let the girls see our costume’s” He mumbles avoiding the conversation. Did he just blush? You wonder what it could mean. You and Wally walk back into the home economics room and Janet says “Those costumes turned out great. You two might even win the costume challenge.” “Wait you guys do a costume challenge too?” Wally says. “Yep, whoever has the best costume gets to pick the next movie for movie night.” Dawn chimes in also giggling with pins in her mouth which is not at all disturbing. “Cool I’m going to change.” Wally says and before any of you can respond he’s already left. “What was that about?” Janet says with concern. “I think he’s a bit freaked out because he walked in on me when I was changing, and he saw me in my bra.” You respond back. Both Janet and Dawn look at each other sensing something going on with you and him and before they can respond, you interrupt them “Thanks again girls I owe you, see you later.” And you leave quickly not wanting for them to make any more comment about the situation. You changed back into your clothes and went to try to find Wally.

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You Belong With Me 💙🏈📖

It's here! My first ever fan fiction story is live! Part 1 is below and I really hope you enjoy it. Im also still learning stuff so bear with me as I figure it out :) Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N

NSFW: eventually there will be smut but i will share which part has it in advance. This is a slow burn story between Wally and Y/N like really slow but trust me it’s worth it 😉

Story Summary:

You and Wally, best friends since birth, you decide to confess your love at the 1983's homecoming game. After a tragic accident, you remain with Wally and other ghosts for eternity. 40 years later, you decide it’s time to finally admit your feelings until someone else asks him out.

Part 1 Summary:

You and Wally have been best friends since birth thanks to your moms also being best friends. You and Wally are experiencing senor year together talking about your future at collage and talking about the big upcoming homecoming game. After keeping a secret from him since Junior year, you decide to tell him after the game.

Part 1:

You and Wally have been best friends since birth. His mom and my mom are best friends, and we are even born 5 days apart. Wally had always been there for you even though he was sometimes annoying, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Fast forward a couple of years and we are in our senior year of High school and absolutely dreading collage. Not that you weren’t a good student or anything you were always top of the class. You knew what you wanted to do and that was to become the next best-selling Author. You had a passion for literature and been dreaming of becoming the next Angela Carter. You just dread change always have and always will. Wally on the other hand already had a scholarship for football his mom is so proud, but you could tell deep down that he was holding something back. Something he hasn’t even admitted to himself.

You were sitting on the bleachers reading your book and watching Wally and the football team practice for the big homecoming game on Saturday.

“Y/N did you see what I just did? That was gnarly!” Wally yelled as he came running over to you, all sweaty and gorgeous. Unbeknownst to Wally you have had feelings for him since Junior year of school, but you were too scared to tell him. “No Wally, sorry I was reading, but I’m sure it was good” you said as butterflies exploded in your stomach. You have no idea how you’ve kept yourself together around him for so long.

Wally sat in front of you in the bleachers to have a drink from your water bottle because you always carry one knowing he always forgets his. “Good? Y/N that was the best play the coach as seen! You have to take a break from reading and watch me, please?” He gave you that look, the same look that he’s always used to get you to do whatever he wants. “Ok fine. I can’t stay much longer it’s getting late; you know how my parents get when I’m late for dinner” you say putting your book in your bag. “CLARK! Get your butt back on the field” The football coach yelled at Wally landing all eyes on you. “I’ll see you later, ok” Wally said as he got back onto the field.

You sit back and begin reading again until you are distracted once again. “He’s never going to love you Y/N. The quarterback and a nerd that’s tragic. He will eventually drop you and want to hang out with me instead” Amy snares as her and her bitchy friends laugh clearly trying to hurt your feelings. “You know what Amy; I don’t need him to love me like that I know he does.” You reply back confidently. “Besides Wally doesn’t like girls with a big ego like yours.” As you get up to walk away you can hear Amy and her friends gasp at you and you can’t help but to let out a little giggle.

As you leave the bleachers you can see Wally at a distance and hold up your hand into a phone near your ear singling you will call him later. You see him nod and walk to your car. As soon as you get home you are interrupted by your little sister, Mary. “Did you finally tell Wally you are in love with him already? You guys will be like the ultimate power couple of all of Split River High!” You sigh “Mary geez can you talk quieter? I don’t want Mom and Dad to hear” You sling your bag on the bottom step of the staircase. “Oh sweetheart, we already know how you feel for him.” Your mom chimed in from the kitchen. “I the only one who doesn’t know is Wally himself” She added. Lovely just lovely, somehow everyone knows about my crush. “Wait. How do you know? Did you say something Mary?” You said annoyed at your sister. “Sweetie, it’s so obvious how you feel. Its cute. Two best friends since birth developing feelings and falling in love. Now that’s a romance story I would read!” Mom said giggling with Mary. “Ok cool I’m going to wash up and we won’t talk about this more” you slurred leaving the kitchen to head up to your room.

You thought as you entered your room. Maybe it was time to admit your feelings to Wally. He could feel the same was as you did. Or worse he doesn’t, and you ruin your only friendship you’ve ever had. The thing about yourself you liked to keep to yourself. Got all your schoolwork done and wouldn’t dare be seen at a party unless it was one that Wally through. You and him are the complete opposite in the social scene but you somehow worked not because you were desisted to be friends by our parents by because you and him got on so well. Screw it, I’m telling him after the homecoming game. You thought to yourself as you walked back downstairs for dinner.

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You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N slow burn story

Part 17

Summary:  After discovering that Wally and Maddie are going to homecoming together you spent the whole night in the storage room, leaving Wally and the others worried about you. Maddie shares a theory about her death. And it’s the homecoming dance where someone else admits their feelings for you.

It was the next day and you were still in the storage room under the stage. You hadn’t planned to stay there the whole night, but it felt good to be by yourself for once and not have one of the others bothering you. You get off the couch and go up the stairs and lift the hatch and walk on the stage. Walking the halls of the school you knew eventually you will run into someone. “Hey Y/N where have you been? We were looking everywhere for you.” Charley asks as he catches up to you. “I just needed some space, I’m ok.” You reply not wanting to talk about the night before, but you knew he would ask anyways. “So, how did it go? Tell me everything.” He asks. “I didn’t tell him.” you say. “I saw my family. My sister, her husband and for the first time in decades my parents. I was so overwhelmed seeing them but knowing they can’t see me, hurt Charley. I went to find Wally to talk it all out when I overheard Maddie ask him to the dance as friends.” You say back softly. “Ok, I didn’t expect that. Seeing your family must have been hard since yesterday was also your death anniversary.” He said. “Yeah, Wally looked happy when Maddie asked so I’m happy if he’s happy even if it isn’t with me.” You say back fighting tears from falling down your face. “But you said it was just as friends, right? Maybe you still have a chance?” Charley asked. Looking around to make sure there was no one else around you say. “Yeah maybe. I’ll just hang out tonight and see how it goes.” You said to him as you head to the teachers’ lounge.

As you walk in you see Wally, Tommy, Rhonda, and Maddie on the lounges as you can hear Maddie share a theory that she thinks one of her teachers may have killed her. “Oh, shit a teacher did this to you?” you ask as you approach the couches. “Yeah, maybe it’s looking that way yeah.” Before you can ask why she thinks that Wally grabs your arm and pulls you away from the group out the room. “Wally, what are you doing? I’m trying to see if there is anything I can do to help her.” You say as you try to get away from his grip on your arm. “Darling, I was worried about you last night? Where did you go? You said you wanted to talk to me about something.” He rambles on with question after question. “I saw my family here and I got overwhelmed so I went to the theatre storage room to be by myself I didn’t mean to, but I feel asleep.” You said. “I’m really sorry I scared you.” “Hey, its ok, I know it would have been hard to see them after all these years.” Wally says as he hugs you. “I wish you came and found me, I don’t like that you had to handle that by yourself, I was so worried when I couldn’t find you or when the others said they didn’t know where you were. It was a hard day for us yesterday.” He adds with a shaky voice. “I know I should have found you, I’m sorry Walls. I just had to get away and I remembered there was a couch in the storage room, and I knew no one would know where I was. But your right I should have at least told you.” you say as you let go of his hug. 

“What did you want to talk about?” he asks. You try to give him an excuse but all you could come up with was “You know what I forgot, after all the emotions it must have slipped my mind.” You respond. “Ok, but can you promise me something? Promise to never go anywhere where no one knows where you are, we were all worried.” He asks looking in your eyes. This closeness you hadn’t had that moment since the storage room on New Year’s Eve years ago. “I promise Walls. I will go find the others and tell them I’m sorry then we can get ready for the dance.” You say to him pretending you didn’t know that he was already going with Maddie. “I forgot, Maddie asked me to be her date as a friend since she doesn’t know anyone and I know we always hang out together, I just felt bad, but I can tell her I it’s off and take you instead.” He says fractally barely breathing between words. “Walls its ok. Take Maddie I will hang out with Charley and Rhonda.” 

At the dance, everyone had taken advantage of the theatre storage room and luckily the drama kids just did the musical Hairspray so there were heaps of dresses to choose from Charley was right, I could still tell Wally I love him, Maddie and him are just here as friends it’s not like they are dating. You pick up a dress you knew Wally would love, a dark blue midi dress with florals at the bottom. You head to the girl’s bathroom and change into your dress and do your hair and makeup. You walk out the bathroom and Tommy is standing there as if he was waiting for you. 

“Hey, Y/N you look nice.” “Thank you.” You replied nervously as you and him walk to the gym. “Look I’m just gonna come out and say it, I like you Y/N and I have for a really long time. I never said anything because I assumed you and Wally were in love but after observing for years, I learnt that’s not true, that you two are just best friends.” He says. Your mind goes blank. He likes me? This whole time he has. “Tommy, I think you are really nice and I’m glad you and Wally are good friends, but I don’t see us as that. I’m sorry I just see you as a friend.” You say. “Is this because of what happened between me and Rhonda? We talked about it since then and it was so long ago.” He questioned. “No, I know you resolved things between you and her. But I am actually in love with Wally, I have been for 41 years. I’m telling him tonight. I’m really am sorry but I’m just telling the truth.” You say as you feel another weight lift off your shoulders. Finally, someone else knows, now you just need to tell him. “41 years? Why have you kept it for so long?” he asks. “I was actually going to tell him at homecoming in ’83 but he died, and then so did I and I didn’t want my feelings to get in the way when we were going through the transition between life and death. I couldn’t have done this without him, and I couldn’t risk him not replicating my feelings, he means so much to me.” You respond. 

“Is that why Rhonda calls you chickee?” he laughs. “Yeah, that’s why. I’m actually going to tell him at the dance, I even picked out a dress in his favourite colour.” You say with a smirk on your face thinking about Wally. “Well, I’m happy for you guys, really. And I’m happy you were honest with me.” Tommy adds and he gives you a hug. You walk into the gym, already filled with students and you see posters up for homecoming queen and in the middle a photo of Maddie her friends set up. 

You see Charley, Rhonda, and Maddie at the drinks table while they watch Wally dance around to Steppin’ out by Joe Jackson, a favourite song of his. “Y/N you look amazing, thank goodness they just did Hairspray because that dress was made for you.” Charley gushes as he directs you to take a spin. “Thanks.” You respond. “So, are you doing it tonight Chickee?” Rhonda asks as she takes another sip of punch. “I’m nervous as hell, but yes I am.” You reply as you fix your dress up. “And I’m gathering that we are talking about it in front of him, I gather Tommy knows?” Charley asks. “Yeah, she just told me after she rejected my feelings, but I’m happy for her.” Tommy says. “Wait what? You like Y/N?” Charley gasps as he puts down his drink and crosses his arms. “Yeah, for a while actually, but she was honest with me and doesn’t see me that way and says she loves Wally. But I all I want is to see her happy.” Tommy admits as Wally approaches, and you notice that he isn’t with Maddie. 

“Wow you all look great.” Wally says and he turns his attention to you. “Especially you, Y/N.” he says as he wraps his arm around you. You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you ask him. “Hey, where’s Maddie?” “Oh, her friends have hatched some plan about finding how who killed her.” Wally responds as he puts his hands in his pockets. Out the corner of your eye you see your niece and her date at the photobooth. “Lily looks beautiful, I wish I was there for her.” You say as the others direct their attention to the photobooth. When you turn back around you see Maddie and Wally are no longer there as he has dragged her to the dance floor. You stood back and watched them dance and can’t help getting jealous. This was looking way more than them just being friends you thought. But how can I be mad. That was Wally’s personality to make everyone feel included and fit in. putting your drink down you say to the group. “I’ll be back, just need to head to the bathroom.” And you leave before the others can respond. 

In the hallway, you spot Dawn in her usual spot. “Didn’t feel like joining the dance again this year?” you ask as you look up at her. “No. Those kids are so mean I saw two guys bully a girl because her outfit was 70s inspired and I couldn’t do anything about it.” She says as she strokes her hair through her hands. “That’s awful, kids of this generation suck.” You reply. “Well anyways I was heading to the bathroom, bye Dawn.” You say as you look at her for a response. You make your way to the bathroom and out the corner of your eye you see Wally lying on the grass looking up at the night sky. You can tell he is sad, so you decide to head outside to meet with him. You head to the door and just about to approach him, you see Maddie and Wally kiss. Your heart shattered into a million pieces and tears stream down your face as you witness them kiss. I really fucked this up you thought as you head back inside. 

You go to the gym to try to talk to anyone, but Charley and Rhonda are nowhere to be seen, just Tommy. Shit I can’t let him see me like this, not after he admitted feelings for me. But it was too late tommy sees you and rushes towards you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he says in a low tone. “I... I waited too long. I just saw Maddie and Wally kissing.” You mumble as you wipe tears from your face. “Shit I’m sorry Y/N. Come on let’s get out of here.” He says as he wraps his arm around you and directs you out of the gym. He takes you out of the gym and takes you to an empty classroom and he just lets you cry. “Fuck, I’m sorry Tommy, you shouldn’t have to see me this way you just- “he cuts you off. “It’s ok. I’m still your friend, I’m still going to support you.” he says as he wraps his arms around you in a hug. Suddenly you hear the door open, and Wally is standing there. “What’s going on Darling?"

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