#Cuddle bug

[whoopsyeahokay]

Cuddle Bug

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

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: fluff. smut lite. AU - everyone is alive (zesty). lore established offscreen.

bon reading, frens

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Wally Clark's love language is physical touch. No surprise there. The guy needs cuddles like flowers need sunlight to thrive. Always has. Being a ghost for 40 years exacerbated that need, and now that he's a real boy again, he can't help himself. Wally sits too close, hugs hello and goodbye, touches arms and knees when he's telling a story.

It's just that much more amped up when it comes to you.

He was affectionate before you and he became inseparable. Lightly grazed your hand when he walked beside you, found every excuse to tackle you when he tried to teach you football techniques. Ajay and Charley stood there like extra wheels even though it'd been Wally who'd rallied everyone to the field.

What? Your giggle's so damn cute! No way was Wally going to be able to focus on anything else!

Besides Charley's just as bad when Yuri's around, and Simon can't even function when Maddie gives him the eyes. So, everyone can suck it as far as Wally's concerned.

During group activities, Wally would find a way to sit next to you. Would squish his long limbs between you and Maddie and give you a bright, boyish grin. Sometimes he'd stare Xavier down until he got the hint and scooched closer to Nicole at the lunch table, leaving a gap that Wally could settle into beside you. His arm around your shoulders and his knee touching yours. Totally innocent.

Wally brought your favorite snacks to Game Night, established himself as your personal chauffeur despite the fact that you lived closer to Simon and Rhonda, and loyally helped you filter clothes when you and the girls went shopping. Yes. He'd made himself one of the girls just to spend time with you. Don't look at him like that; it worked, didn't it? 👀

Since accepting him as your boyfriend (he grins so big, his cheeks ache), Wally's dependence on your touch, warmth, shape against his, has increased a hundredfold.

You sit on the picnic table before the first bell, chatting to Maddie and Claire about something Wally isn't listening to, his arms around your waist, upper body slumped between your legs, head resting on your thigh as you rake your fingers through his thick hair. Oh, he could die all over again and be the happiest of ghosts just for this. Not that he wants to be a ghost again. Not unless you're with him this time. Which would require you to die, too, and that's a terrible thought and he's never going to tell you about it. But the sentiment remains. Wally doesn't want to do anything without you, ever.

He managed to convince the secretary to put him in all your classes, pouting and pleading his case that he'd been dead since 1983 and, "it's so traumatic coming back, she's the only thing I have that feels real...please?" A tactic that he should stop abusing, but it worked on all the teachers when he requested to be sat next to you. Every time a teacher caved, Wally would fold into the desk beside you, beaming like a winner. And who cares? Mina and Ajay, and Charley and Yuri pulled the same doe-eyed trick and got what they wanted, why couldn't Wally do the same?

On Fridays, everyone piles into Wally's high school best friend's living room—Rodney now Wally's legal guardian for reasons—to have movie marathons. There's trivia to guess the movie. Winner gets one veto and can insert their own choice, but there's three movies in total so pick wisely! They figured out awhile ago that Wally sometimes (always) lets you win trivia when it's his turn to play his lineup. You never veto anything, equally as eager to watch what he opts for. It drives Simon and Ajay insane.

He takes over a whole couch, the three-seater, sprawls long-ways and tucks you between his legs, your body draped over him like a blanket as he wraps his arms around you and doesn't let go for anything. He traces patterns on your back, cradles your head against his chest, soaks up the physical contact like a sponge after years of ghostly numbness.

In the school halls, Wally keeps his hand on your hip. He kisses your head and cheeks and jaw. Doesn't care who sees because you're his girl and he'll do what he wants, thank you. He's proud that you call him yours and wants to show off who his heart belongs to. This one! This one said yes!

You're in his lap more than your own seat when the group descends upon Max's Diner after football games (that, no, Wally doesn't participate in. That era is firmly in the past and he'll never don a jersey again; sorry mom, God bless, rest in peace). His hands are all over you as you engage Rhonda in conversation; on your thighs, waist, back, hips. Anywhere and everywhere that's still appropriate in public. His head under your chin, eyes closed as he listens to your heartbeat, strong and steady, the rhythm matching his.

Wally rolls over in his bed, crushes you beneath his weight as he plays dead—knock on wood that that won't happen again for many years—and tries to stifle his laughter when you struggle to reverse the position. Eventually, he showers your skin with kisses, nudges between your thighs and laces his fingers with yours, pressing his smile to yours before kissing you deeply.

The sex is amazing, but nothing beats the afterglow when he has you pliant and sweet, curled into him on your side, your face in his chest, his hand on your lower back, whispering how much he loves you as you doze. Call him codependent, but Wally doesn't want to spend even an hour without you. He isn't a lost puppy, knows how to behave like a man. He just spent too many years being forgotten that he still has trust issues.

And you don't mind. You welcome it, in fact, and that makes Wally feel safer than he ever has. It makes it easy to ignore the looks people give you and him when you agree to go somewhere, "only if Wally's invited, too" because you and he are a package deal. And he does the same for you. Obviously, not for the same reasons, you're perfectly fine being alone, it's just that Wally's not ready to experiment with your absence just yet. Maybe never will be.

Rodney's long since accepted that Wally's room has become your room. From married and childless to married with several formerly-dead teenagers and their SOs, Rodney and his wife have accepted their homebase status like champs. They treat you like family—you have a house key for the rare occasion Wally isn't with you after school—and acknowledge that Wally can't sleep without you without suffering.

He stays curled around you all night, kisses you awake, big hand trailing from your waist to your hip as he nips the top knot of your spine and grinds his morning wood against your ass. God, you get him hard so easily, Wally sometimes thinks he should get checked out. You hum then sigh then turn in his arms, hook a leg over his and press yourself against him in exactly the right way.

Through half-lidded eyes, Wally gazes at you. Licks his lips as he rocks his hips slowly and watches your expression go from sleepsoft to wanting. You like how that feels baby? You want it inside you? And he kisses you deep and thorough, rolls you onto your back to fit between your legs, groans when one of your hands squeezes his ass through his boxer-briefs.

He needs to be inside you yesterday, loves how you feel, tight and wet and hot around him. Soft touches turn hard, light sweeps of lips turn to teeth and tongue and fresh bruises on your neck. Wally loves to taste you first, to prolong his pleasure by giving you yours, his tongue delving into you and sucking your clit gently; deliriously slow because he can't get enough.

It's not until you're begging him so pretty for his cock that he finally lets himself fuck into you, so hard and sensitive his brain explodes upon fitting deep inside you on the first thrust. A refrain of fuck, yes and oh God baby, you feel so good fills the room—sorry Rodney—the headboard smacking against the wall in time with Wally's hips. Throughout, Wally holds you like something precious, kisses you like salvation, breathes you in like he can't live without you.

He makes sure you come first before he even thinks about letting go, the sensation of you shaking apart around him ripping his own release right from his core. Wally licks into your mouth, moans like a beast, and then, one two three more stunted thrusts and he goes still. Hazy eyes hold yours and you can see the depth of his emotion for you. At least, he hopes so. How he'll treasure you forever. He'll never love anyone as much as he loves you. That's a promise and a threat and he smiles a lazy smile at you as you begin to giggle.

"What's so funny, baby?" Wally nudges your cheek with his nose.

"Nothing, I promise, I'm just...really happy." You tell him and he moans in delight.

"You don't feel suffocated or claustrophobic like Rhonda said you would?" Wally asks, a little insecure. Okay, a lot insecure, even if he doesn't usually feel that way about how reliant he is on your proximity. You've never given him a reason to feel anything but safe and happy and loved, but still. Rhonda knows how to hit bone even when she means well.

You shift, forcing Wally to look at you, your hands cradling his jaw, "Never. I will never, ever want this, us, to be anything but exactly how it is. I love having you all over me."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." And you grin, a warm little thing, "I like sharing everything with you. It's nice. My very own witness to my life."

Wally kisses you again, another slow, deep, sentimental gesture; everything he feels poured into it, before he settles down on top of you, careful not to crush you, his head above your breasts and his eyes fluttering closed. Relaxed. Sated. Safe.

Wally Clark's love language is physical touch, and, in this second chance at life, he's profoundly grateful to have found someone fluent in it.

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(Marshmallow Miles)

also on AO3!

if you liked this, you may also enjoy Fifty Seven.

fluff. 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.

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Cuddle Bug | Tongue Twister | Boyfriend Wally Clark (NSFW)

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Cute Nicknames To Annoy Mammon (From Helluva Boss) With...I Have No Regrets

[Note: please do NOT reblog this without my permission, also I might need to try to write about some thoughts about Octavia and her parents another time, cause I was starting to have some trouble with it some hours ago with some responding problems and well its just taking too long to load...and I know I haven't really been able to get to my drafts for a while and well if it doesn't get back to normal soon, I might need to exit out the tab that has that whole stuff that I was writing that has to do with Octavia, her parents as well as mentioning a bit of Charlie's parents...so yeah might need to try that again some other time...]

so yeah, it was kind of thanks to a video I saw over on youtube that has to do with a AU, and the whole nickname came to my mind at some point after seeing the version of Mammon in that video...

and well the nickname "Marshmallow-Bear" and a "Cuddle-Bug"

comes to mind, but I think I would still want to call Mam from Helluva Boss those nicknames, just to annoy him, I already have been calling him "Green-Goober" as well.

I know he ain't real and well he is like a ficto-counterpart type figure.

but I still wouldn't mind annoying him if he was real, by calling him "Green-Goober", "Cuddle-Bug" and "Marshmallow-Bear".

him being adorkable goober when it comes to Adam is just interesting and cute, we cannot explain why we like the ship of those two even though they haven't met in canon but we don't care, we ship it.

I was almost named Adam once, but it was like decided that before I was finally born...and I was a surprise and I didn't end up being named Adam after all...

and because I wasn't born a boy, I wasn't named Adam...

I didn't even know that I was born in a Catholic Hospital that had Nuns in it, and by the way my family isn't even Catholic, but apparently I was born in a Catholic Hospital.

but anyway if Mammon from Helluva Boss was real, I would still want to annoy and tease him with those nicknames.

I'm weird and I don't need to make sense as to why I want to call him those cute nicknames. I have no regrets calling him Marshmallow-Bear, Cuddle-Bug and Green-Goober.

the weirdness is but one of this Defective Earth Angel Eveningstar Princess's Sanctuary, also is it weird I wouldn't mind playing the song "F**k You" by Lily Allen for Stan, Mam, Ozzie, Bel, Bee, Ozzie, Levi (right-head) and Levy (left-head) and maybe even Charlie's Dad....just to be sassy to them.

I think maybe later, I will listen to "Change Your Mind" from Steven Universe, and even "This Will Be The Day" from RWBY.

and while this post isn't really mature, I'm playing it safe by adding that tag that reads "mature audiences only"...

maybe after I listen to those songs, I will watch Sailor Moon.

but I will have to head to bed soon, so yeah there is that...which is why I might have to wait until later to listen to those songs and watch Sailor Moon...

anyway I don't really have anything much to say about the whole giving Mammon from Helluva Boss, the nickname Marshmallow-Bear and calling him those other nicknames too.

I'm weird and if I want to call that Green-Goober by the nickname "Marshmallow-Bear" well, that is just me being super weird and it is my choice to call him by that nickname.

just like how it is my choice to call Charlie's Dad a "Apple Cupcake"

which I'm not 100% sure if there are Apple type cupcakes, but I wouldn't mind eating one if they are real. maybe I can look them up later and see if there are apple cupcakes.

I do not need to make sense to those Eon-Boomers.

and in case anyone is confused about the whole "Eon-Boomer" thing, it is like a "Baby-Boomer" but well, to put to explain it in another way...it is what the Watcher Angels are, they are Eon-Boomers.

anyway hope some like the whole Marshmallow-Bear nickname for Mammon, which is because some AU version of him looked really adorable and maybe even sweet like a marshmallow.

I'm weird so of course that is what pop into my head.

I'm weird enough to want to call Mammon from Helluva Boss, a Marshmallow-Bear...

and you know how Mammon (from Helluva Boss) and Adam (from Hazbin Hotel) are ship together...?

I wonder if it be weird if Mammon acted like a protective dad to Abel...? like we know how fans do ship Mammon x Adam in a "I ship it" way...

but as for the whole Mammon & Abel, it be more like a "I Fam it" cause I know I said this many times before, you NEVER use the "I ship it" for the non-ship types, because it sends the wrong ideas.

that is why we have "I bud it", "I sib it" and "I fam it" for the non-romantic types, because we don't want to use the "I ship it" for the types that aren't the romantic types, that's why we need those other words. like the "I bud it" has to do with buddies, and "I sib it" has to do with sibling and "I fam it" has to do with family.

and Mammon x Adam being the Dads and Abel being their precious son, is a "I Fam It"...I'm weird and I'm gonna "Fam It"...

and I know I said this before, but if it were possible to trade Abels like from another universe, it be nice if we got one like the one from Hazbin Hotel Universe, he is too precious for this world and universe.

he must be protected, and by the last time I checked on that poll I made about him, there seems to be a lot of fans who wouldn't mind becoming his Knight just to protect him.

"you live for the cinnamon roll, you die for the cinnamon roll...protect the cinnamon roll!" is the weird thought that comes to my mind when thinking about Abel from Hazbin Hotel...I'm weird but no one has to take those weird words seriously...but Abel is 100% seems to be a cinnamon roll, he even ended up charming me, and I'm a descendant of both Seth and Cain...that is weird...

anyway I guess it be surprising if some fans do end up liking the nickname "Marshmallow-Bear" for Mammon from Helluva Boss, enough to want to call him by that nickname as well...but the chances of other fans of Helluva Boss calling him a Marshmallow-Bear is probably really REALLY small...so it is probably unlikely that others will end up calling him a Marshmallow-Bear, too.

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