Hurt You, Heal You

summary: prompt fill. your friends have rallied around you to make you feel better after your boyfriend cheated on you. Wally, in particular, is determined to put that pretty smile back on your face... (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: fluff. flashfic. AU - everyone's alive. hurt/comfort lite.

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Hurt You, Heal You

You sit at the end of the deck, feet kicking the water, the world around you quiet and still, though you can hear your friends laughing up at the firepit. Up the path and through the trees, Claire's lakehouse lit up at the top of the hill.

It's almost sundown and you needed a moment to yourself. Spent the whole weekend surrounded by the people you cared about most in the world. Who'd essentially kidnapped you at someone's behest because you'd isolated yourself for days after the doubt crept back in.

Two months and things are better—they are—but...in the lonely in-betweens, you forget the rage and indignance. The lies and the deceit and the pleas for forgiveness that kindled that beautiful, empowering anger that got you through most of the aftermath.

Brandon Bowers, your boyfriend of a year, cheated on you with Kirsten Bloom. One of Claire's former entourage, now exiled to cling to the last shreds of her popularity on Brandon's arm.

You were devastated. Not that you'd pictured white picket fences and a wedding dress, but you'd invested time, energy, love. Really made an effort and enjoyed being in a relationship. Found yourself discovering new parts of who you were and reveling in them.

Now, you wonder if you'll ever find that again.

With a sigh, you lay back on your drying towel, eyes watching the stars appear above. It's so clear, unlike your head which is steadily descending into chaos as you imagine Brandon and Kirsten, cuddled up somewhere, all in love and happy.

You hear footsteps on the wood, the cadence telling you exactly who it is without you having to look.

Wally Clark plops down beside you and lays back, joining you in repose. His body so close to yours that you can feel the heat emanating from it. He turns his head and you turn yours, eyes meeting. He gives you a big smile, eyes bright and soulful.

"You doing okay?" He asks.

You return his smile with one of your own, meaning it when you say, "Better."

Before the incident, Wally was a casual friend. Someone who hung out with your group when everyone got together. But after the incident, you aren't sure what changed, but there he was. Every time you were down, he picked you up in every way he could think of.

He rallied where your friends were reluctant to. They knew you liked to handle things alone and respected that. Wally, however, didn't believe that for a second, and maybe he was right, since you don't think you would've made it out the other side without him.

It wasn't gradual. Wally was all in all at once. He showed up at your door when you texted Maddie that you weren't going to make it for Movie Night. Standing at the door with a calculating look on his face as he gave you a once-over.

"Get changed." He said.

And that was it. First was the rage room, and, God, was it cathartic. Then came the escape room (a few of the others joined in). After that, karaoke because, belting it out is good for you, cutie, trust me. Friend date after friend date, Wally anticipating exactly what you needed when you needed it before you even processed what was happening.

The night at the old theater downtown was by far your favorite. The band was terrible. Screechy and out of tune. Lyrics that were supposed to be profound sounded like inexperience and naiveté. Still, you and Wally moshed your bodies aching, laughing the whole time until you nearly peed yourself.

He's a good friend.

Your heart flutters, cheeks pink as you recall the few instances he's looked at you in a way you can't quite decipher, but the feeling those looks stirred inside you was more than platonic.

You didn't mention it then, and you won't mention it now. Too afraid for too many reasons. You don't want to ruin a good thing, you don't want to feel how Brandon made you feel again. Fear and confusion and self-deprecation.

Wally's hand finds yours between your bodies, and he squeezes. Although his face is toward the sky, you know he's paying attention.

"You sure you're okay?"

You take a moment to answer, letting the heat and weight of his hand on yours sink into your skin.

"Yeah." You say, trying to sound nonchalant. Keep it brief so you don't reveal where your mind wandered.

He remains silent for a while. Just lays there with you as the sun sets. And then he's in motion, rolling onto his side, eyes glittering as he grins down at you. Uh-oh. You know that look. That playful gleam.

The next thing you know, he's on his feet, his hands clasped around your wrists to haul you up then haul you over his shoulder. Spins on his heal, you shriek, and he jumps into the water, taking you unceremoniously with him.

When you break the surface, you're spluttering, pulling your hair back out of your face, spitting water and glaring at him as soon as he comes up with that stupid, crooked grin that makes your blood tingle.

"What the hell!?" You demand, splashing him in the face, "I just got dry!"

Wally cackles, splashing you right back, "You were getting in your head again, angelface, I had to!"

Oh, no, he absolutely did. not. have to.

You splash him again. He launches toward you as fast as the water will let him and then pseudo-tackles you back, submerges you both gleefully before releasing you so you can suck in a harsh breath.

"You're the worst!" You say, but even you can hear the laughter in your voice. Giddy. Happy. Wally's bright mood is contagious.

As he treads water, you see that look fall over his face. The soft one that makes your brain fuzzy and your stomach twist. He ruins the moment by spitting a fountain of water at you and backstroking out of your reach when you try to lunge in retaliation.

He's never said I told you so, despite being the only person you know who could. He warned you about Brandon, how Wally didn't like the guy, thought he was bad news. No one else picked up on it, so you ignored him and Wally never brought it up again.

You've been waiting for Wally to boast since he started spending his free time putting a smile on your face. Now, you realize he isn't the type. He'll never say those words, never make you feel like an idiot for trusting someone who Wally read like 3rd Grade English while you chose to be illiterate.

You've never appreciated anything more.

Wally sloshes the water around, tipping onto his back to float while he gazes at the sky. You join him, drifting close by in the water, allowing the moment to settle between you and him.

"How're you feeling now?" He asks eventually, voice as soft as the ripples. "And be honest. I know when you're lying."

He really does. It's kind of scary how, in such a short time, Wally knows you better than Nicole or Maddie or Simon.

This time, you really think about it. Take stock, measure and analyze and process. Finally, "I feel really good." The water slips as you turn your head to look at him, "Thanks to you."

It's so quiet, you aren't sure he hears you, but he does. You can tell by his smile. The gentle, pleased-with-himself one he wears when you've said he's done a good job.

Unfortunately, the moment ends with a shriek, this time in horror, not delight, because, ah, holy fuck, ew, oh God, you felt something bump against your leg in the water.

You're a flurry of motion and noise before you feel Wally's hands on your body, hear his laughter in your ear, loud and carefree.

"It was seaweed," He snorts, lifting up the clump that drifted into you for you to see.

Embarrassed, "I knew that."

"Sure you did," He tosses it further into the water.

Your lips twist in displeasure. Either way, "I'm gonna get out now."

"Just in case the Loch Ness Monster tries to eat you?" Wally grins.

"And here I was starting to like you," You glare. It lacks heat, a smile already curling the corners of your mouth at his teasing. "Now you're being mean."

Wally doesn't go still, can't unless he wants to sink below the surface, but he's so close you can sense how he tenses.

"Yeah?" He says in a breath. His leg brushes yours under the water when he wades closer. "You're starting to like me?"

There's something in the question—in his tone—that ignites a spark of heat in your belly. And now he's as close as he can get without absorbing you, your legs forced to spread to make room for his impossibly long ones. Only a narrow fraction between your chest and his. His face right there, lips still holding that dumb, gorgeous smile.

He says it like a secret, nearly lost under the chirp of crickets and distant laughter from the lakehouse.

"I'm starting to like you, too." Wally confesses and lets it sit in the air between you, waiting with baited breath for you to respond.

Your brain halts, eyes widening slightly. This isn't his usual playful teasing. The unsubtle flirting he lays on thick to make it a joke. This is real. Sincere. Vulnerable.

"Wally..." You begin, have no idea where to go from there so you trail off and leave it at that.

He doesn't seem to mind, can probably read it all over your face, as dark as the world is now. You feel one of his arms hook around your waist and draw you into his body, his lap.

Wally's eyes dip to your lips, then return to hold your gaze. He doesn't speak, just holds you, stares at you as if taking in a work of art. You swallow, shivering at the intensity in his eyes. The air thickens around you and him, syrupy and warm, and, wow, you never felt this with Brandon. This innocent, sweet desire for something to happen.

"I—" Wally stops, starts again, clearly nervous yet determined to tell you, "I do like you...a lot."

As if you couldn't figure that out from the way he holds you now. Actually, you probably wouldn't have. Would've chalked it up to Wally being casually affectionate and touchy like he is with everyone.

No, this is different, and you know it.

A single, short moment of silence as you try to find your words, only for you to blurt, "Me too."

Jesus, the smile he gives you rivals the sun.

You find yourself melting into him as you and he bob in the water, shallow enough that you can feel him steady his feet on the bottom of the lake as he keeps you in his lap. Buoyant. Light as a feather, yet feeling the weight of everything pushing you into him.

He doesn't waste a second. Takes it slow, sure, but makes sure you know exactly what he means by likes you. One of his hands grips your hip to keep you steady, the other trails gentle fingers down the slope of your jaw.

Wally leans in by degrees, giving you a chance to change your mind, no doubt. You have no intention of doing that.

And then, barely a touch, his lips brush yours. You gasp at the sensation, lips already tingling, and it prompts him to release a sigh. He lets out, lingers, then moves back in with more purpose.

A flick of his tongue, "Baby," and he kisses you harder, his grip on your hip sliding down to your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist.

Nothing else exists. Not the lake, not your friends. Not the memory of Brandon and Kirsten tangled together in Brandon's bed. Nothing apart from Wally and you and this kiss.

When it breaks, you're breathing heavy, somehow pressed even closer to him. Wally openly admires you, his hand on your neck so damn worshipful, his thumb stroking your cheek before pressing into the corner of your mouth.

"I wanna do that again," You murmur without thinking.

He chuckles, raspy and rich, "Me too."

So he does. And again. And again, until someone—Nicole—calls from the top of the path that burgers are ready! and you and he have to get out of the water to rejoin the gathering.

You sit beside him, curled up in your Adirondack chair, feet on his lap. No one mentions the new exchange of intimacy between you and him, and you realize belatedly, scanning your friends' expressions over the course of the night, that they knew.

Wally doesn't deny it when you stage whisper the question. Instead, he takes advantage of the fact that you figured it out to manhandle you from your chair into his lap, where he keeps you for the rest of the night.

And, just like every time before, you didn't realize what you needed until Wally gave it to you. Somewhere safe. Somewhere secure.

Now, you don't have to wonder if you'll ever find the type of love you wanted again, because it found you.

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You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N slow burn story

Part 22:

WARNING: This chapter contains smut which I have indicated with this emoji 🔥 . Shoutout to @rosietoesy for proof reading and giving me feedback I really appreciate it.

Summary:

The living kids try to lure Janet back to the school but when that backfires you and Wally finally share a romantic moment together.

Heading to the library to debrief and to listen to the living kids talk to Janet since Simon set up a phone so we can hear, “Now what the fuck do we do? Mr Martin could be anywhere in Mr Anderson’s body, how are we meant to get him back.” You say angrily. Everyone looks at each other not knowing what to do next. “Do we think he really is going to disappear in his body or try to find Janet in Maddie’s body?” Tommy asks. “I mean he might still need her with whatever fucked up experiment they were doing on us.” Rhonda says with a snarl. “Maybe, let’s see what they say maybe they can convince her back.” Wally utters as he puts an arm around your waist pulling him closer to him, something you are still getting used too.

The phone call is muffled since Simon’s phone is in his pocket, you can barely make out the conversation, but you can hear enough and it’s not working. Maddie left the room a while ago, understandable since it’s another freaking person talking out of her body. You can hear Simon confront Janet and just when he is close, the janitor enters the library with the vacuum and the line goes dead. Great you thought

“Well, now what?” Charley asks hanging up the phone. “I guess we have to wait until tomorrow until they come back, and we also tell them that there’s another ghost out there who may or may not be after Janet.” Rhonda replies as she gets up to leave. “Should one of us check in on Maddie? She’s been gone a while.” Charley asks. “Yeah, I can go, I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Tommy says as he heads out the library to find her leaving you Wally and Charley in the library. “I’m going to find Rons, are you guys coming?” he asks. “I think we actually need to talk but thanks, we will catch up later.” Wally says directing you and him out of the library.

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You and Wally walk the halls of the school, holding hands and feeling butterflies swarm in your stomach. This is what you have wanted for so long and its finally real. He directs you to the theatre and to the hatch leading to the storage room. “What do you need to talk about Walls?” you ask sitting down on the couch, still covered in pillows and blankets from your night before. “Nothing. I just wanted an excuse to have you all to myself.” He says crashing into your lips pushing you down on the couch with him on top.

This kiss was more passionate and affectionate then the one from before. His hands move up and down your arm before he pulls apart, “Is it ok if I touch you here?” he asks, hand hovering over your breast. “Yeah, Walls its more than ok. I want this I’ve been wanting this for years.” You whisper. “Me too, Darling.” He whispers back, his lips crash back on to yours as you can feel his hand reach under your top, grabbing your breast and you let out a moan that he swallows.

Your hands move down his strong back and grab the hem of his shirt. You take it off in one swift motion and admire his bare chest. This isn’t the first time you have seen him shirtless, but time it felt different. Copying your motion, Wally lifts your shirt of as you arch your back to help. He stops and savours looking at you in your pink lace bra -God you were so glad you had a cute underwear set on the day you died- he leans down and kisses you again more deeper than ever. Your hands continue to roam over his back and on his chest leading your hands down to his sweatpants. He gets up off you and slides his pants down leaving him in only his boxers to which you could see his hard cock through the cotton. He takes your jeans down your legs, arching you’re hips up to get them over your waist revealing your pink panties with a wet stain already formed. “Already wet for me Darling?” he whispers soft. “Oh baby, I get easily wet whenever I’m near you. These past years have been torturous and there’s only so much my hand could do.” You reply gasping with anticipation of what’s to come.

He climbs back on top of you. You can feel his hard cock grind against your clit as he rocks his hips back and forth. He messes with your bra, as you lift your back so he can unhook it revealing your breast. “It is ok if I “ “Babe, you don’t need to keep asking, its ok” you say interrupting him. Nodding he lowers his mouth on one of your breasts and plays with the other with his fingers. You let out a loud moan that you were pretty sure anyone could have heard but you don’t care. He continues to grind his hips up and down feeling his dick against your already soaking pussy. “Walls, I- need you- in me now.” You whimper out between your moans. he locks eyes with yours and nods as he slides his hands down your body to the hem of your panties. Arching your back once more, he tugs at them and drags them down your legs. He quickly stands, taking of his boxers and kicking them off. He climbs back on top of you, you feel his cock at the edge of your climax just waiting to push in. His eyes lock on yours as he slides his cock into your pussy, and he begins to thrust into you as he kisses you passionately. He starts slow then builds quickly as you moan loudly as he leaves trails of kisses down your neck. “Babe… I’m close” you cry out. Two maybe three more fast thrusts and as you moan in his ear. You both can feel your cum dribbling out of your pussy. More thrusts into you and he cums releasing everything in you. He stops still inside of you as he collapses on top. “That… was something we should have been doing all along.” You say panting still coming down from your high. “We really we’re stupid, weren’t we?” he whispers in your ear. “Oh definitely.” You say as he takes his cock out from your pussy. Laying there in complete bliss slowly coming down from both of your highs which doesn’t take long thanks to resets.

“Babe can I….” you gesture down pointing at his cock not wanting to say it out loud. “Oh absolutely, Darling.” He says as he gets off from you. You get off the couch and let Wally sit down. You kneel on the floor between his legs and places both hands over his cock before putting it in your mouth. Slow at first to get used to it and then you became faster with the movement of your mouth with your hand. He lets out multiple loud moans as you continue to suck his dick. “Fuck, baby you are so good at that.” He cries out almost cumming. You continue to move your mouth up and down his cock in unison with your hand and with your other hand on his balls. In one final movement you can feel him cum all in your mouth, swallowing as much as you can.

You get up off the floor and kiss him a deep affectionate kiss. In one swift motion he has you on your back again on the couch. “Your turn baby” as he leaves trails of kisses down your body leading to your pussy. He starts kissing and sucking your already wet pussy. His tongue swirling inside of you making you whimper out moan after moan. He then slides two fingers in and starts thrusting them in and out rapidly. “Wally” you moan out gripping the cushion near you. He continues eyes looking up at you as you cum spilling into his mouth. You sigh as his mouth departs and he climbs back next to you. You and him cuddle onto the couch and eventually drift off to sleep.

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You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Part 7

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N

Summary: It’s the day of yours and Wally’s joint memorial service at school and you see your family for what maybe the last time.

The next few days go in a blur. Mr. Martin is trying to get you to open up about yourself, to share things about yourself and how you are coping. You’re not really. After the dance when the principal mentioned a memorial reality hit like a train. I’m dead. It’s not a dream I’m dead and so is Wally. You are not the only one struggling to talk about yourself in group, Wally is too. He’s shared with you some things, but you can tell he’s holding back maybe the same reason why I am too.

Wednesday arrives it’s the day of your joint memorial service. Teachers and students have been all over the gym setting y up chairs and bringing in flowers. And before you know it, it’s time to start. The other ghosts are already sitting down with you and Wally. The doors open and students and staff pile into the room and then you notice your parents and your sister Mary. They look like they haven’t slept at all, even from a distance you can tell. Mary is quiet which is not like her she’s normally the loud 14-year-old girl who loved horses and music you’ve never seen her sad until now. You don’t even realise but you have been crying ever since your family walked into the gym. Wally sitting beside you puts him arm around you to comfort you. Wally’s parents are next to arrive, and they look just as devastated as your parents. The gym was filled with all your favourite things. Your favourite flowers, books you love, things with your favourite colour and endless photos of you and Wally around. There were footballs and other sports Wally loves, posters of his favourite music groups. All the special things of you and his life around the gym.

The room goes quiet as Mr Smith heads to the stage. “Good morning, everyone, today is going to be tough as we mourn and celebrate the lives of Y/N and Wally Clark. If you could turn your attention to the projection screen, we have made a photo montage of them.” Photos of you and Wally are shared on the screen along with music. Photos of when you two were young all the way up until your last photo together which happened to be 2 days before your deaths. Tears fill your eyes as you run out the room not being able to handle it. it’s your own memorial, you’re not meant to see it but because you are stuck in this ‘in between’ you must witness not only your own pain, but also your family’s and even Wally’s. You leave tears still streaming down your face and air struggling to get to your lungs you just walk as for as your legs will take you before you can’t walk anymore and you drop to the floor, put your head between your hands and bring your knees close to your chest as you sob.

“Hey Darling.” Wally says as he finds you. He crouches down next to you and puts his arm around you. “Well, I guess it’s my turn to be the mess and be embarrassing. I knew it was going to be hard but that-“ you can’t even finish what you are saying as you choke on your words. You feel a lump at the back on your throat. “It’s ok darling, we can get through this. No one besides the other ghosts the sat through their own memorial before” He whispers. Wally has always called you Darling for as long as you remember but now something makes you feel different. Not in a bad way but maybe in a good way. Before you know it, your memorial is over, and you can see your family in the hall as they make their way to the parking lot. This may be the last time you see your family that is until Mary starts high school, so you follow them, just to be near them. You try to speak to talk to them to let them know you are ok… well okish but they can’t hear you. They get to their car and leave. Overwhelmed with emotions you drop to your knees sobbing uncontrollably. Maybe it was time to try to share and talk about my emotions with group.

You take minute to stop crying, you and Wally head back inside. “Wally is it ok if I just have some alone time?” you ask as you make your way down to the teachers’ lounge seemingly where all the other ghosts like to hang out. “I don’t like the idea of you being by yourself when you have been in such a state. He replies. “I will be ok, nothing bad is going to happen, I’m already dead. You silently laugh. “At least tell me where you will be so if I need to, I can check on you. Wally responds. You can tell he’s emotional too. “I’ll be in our spot on the roof, I will be ok I just need a minute to myself. You know how I get when I get overwhelmed. Wally nods as he walks to the teachers’ lounge, and you head in the opposite direction. You get to the roof, and you expect yourself to burst into more tears but to your surprise you don’t. you just sit there quietly watch the world go by, something you need to get used to since you don’t know how long you will be trapped here.

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