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Just Wally

modern!alive!wally clark x fem reader

Summary: Wally is energetic, popular, and a social butterfly. She's the total opposite. But when he's with her, he gets to be Just Wally. Fluff!

A/N - This is the first oneshot I've ever written, and it's a little bit all over the place at first, but I hope I did okay!

Wally walks into the party, the smell of body odour, alcohol, and weed filling his senses. His eyes scan the foyer. It was supposed to be 80s themed, but as he looked around, his first thoughts weren't "Wow, this is such a cool party!" but more along the lines of, "Why does this look like something from a John Hughes movie?".

She was his polar opposite. He was loud, she was quiet. He was popular, she tended to dedicate her time trying to blend in like a chameleon. He was golden retriever. She was black cat. Clichè? Maybe. But he wouldn't have it any other way. She's standing there, by the back patio door, probably so she can bolt if needed. She was on theme. Of course she was. She had a habit of taking things seriously. Sometimes too seriously, in Wally's opinion. But he didn't mind. He had made it a personal goal to make her smile whenever he had the chance. Sure, the whole bored and slightly intimidating 'resting bitch face' thing was attractive, everything about her was to him, but her smile? That was his favourite thing in the entire world.

It was a college party, obviously he didn't expect much, but as he looked around at the group of tipsy girls across from him, he wondered why they even bothered making this party themed if the majority of the people would be dressing like they're allergic to clothes, skirts so short that they could probably pass as belts, instead of making an attempt to dress up in 80s fashion. With a sigh, he adjusts his letterman, and least he somewhat fit the part, right? He had better, it took ages to get his hair styled just right. But as he walks further into the house, he sees her. The whole reason he came to this thing in the first place. He can't stop the stupid grin from appearing on his face.

He starts making his way towards her, greeting his peers with friendly smiles and occasional high fives, carefully threading through the hoards of college students. Then as he gets close enough, he takes a moment just to admire her. Then he seems to realize he's staring like some idiot, and straightens up. He tries to look casual as he walks over. Feigning nonchalance as he shoots her a lazy smile, leaning against the wall next to her. She glances up, and his world starts spinning.

"Hey" Wally says. He glanced at her outfit, denim jeans and matching jacket, a Def Leppard band tee. "You look really nice, very 80s." Then he internally cringes because, no shit Sherlock, it's an 80s themed party. But she looks slightly amused, and all of his thoughts fade away as butterflies fill his stomach.

"I would hope so," she says, the corners of her lips tilting up into a small smirk. "It's an 80s themed party, after all."

Wally's attempts at nonchalance are thrown out the window as he gives her a big goofy grin, his eyes lighting up. "Oh, is it?" He asks in mock surprise. "Well, I guess that explains why this place looks like Ferris Bueller is hosting." And that does it, she gives him an amused smile, a small huff of laughter bubbling from her lips. He feels like he just won a prize, that smile practically turning him into a puddle. But it's gone all too fast, her usual stoic expression back on her face.

"You nailed the hair, by the way." She says. Wally was so excited by her compliment, and the fact that she noticed, *noticed*, his hair that took way too long to style that evening.

"Really? Thanks! It took forever, honestly. And I almost couldn't do it because I couldn't find any gel, but luckily my dad had some leftover for whatever reason. I don't even know why, he never styles his hair. I was hoping that- nevermind." He was babbling like an idiot. Smooth, Wally. Real smooth.

She doesn't seem to mind. Too busy eyeing the party in front of her with an unsatisfied look.

"Not a fan of the party?" He asks, tilting his head.

She shakes her head. "Nah, my friend convinced me to come with them. But they ditched me the second we arrived. Typical."

Wally nods. That made sense. He didn't think she would ever willingly go to a party.

'Wanna go outside? I don't think there's many people out there, nice and quiet." He asks, silently praying that she'll say yes. She nods, and he has to resist to urge to fist pump the air.

As they sit in a comfortable silence outside on the stairs of the deck, he studies her. He never quite knew what she was feeling. She was always so quiet, stoic, reserved. He wondered if she had any idea how he felt about her. She had to have some sort of an idea, right? He wasn't exactly very good at hiding it. So, did she feel the same? If she even felt a fraction of what he did for her, he'd be over the moon. He couldn't help it, he's never felt this way for anyone. This girl in front of him changed something in him. Wally was popular, and that was cool and all, but with her it felt like he could just be himself. Just Wally, and it was enough. And he appreciated that more than anything. He actually didn't even know that he needed someone like that, not until he met her. This girl beside him, she made him feel like he was floating. He didn't think it was possible to feel so warm and fuzzy just from thinking about someone, but with her, he did.

"Hey..." He starts. "I used to never know what you were feeling. But you have an Achilles heel. It's your eyes. They give away so much more than you'd want them to." He doesn't know where he's going with this, but she looks over at him, her gaze soft and her eyes vulnerable, and he doesn't really care about making a cheesy fool of himself anymore. He just wants her.

That's how Wally knew he had to do something about this. He couldn't imagine his future without her, and he hadn't even confessed yet. And letting her slip through his fingers? That was a scary thought. So with a deep breath, he smiles nervously at her. This was just Wally. Not popular, overconfident Wally. Just Wally.

He continues. "You're different. You let me be me. Nobody's ever really done that before. And I like how you're yourself around me, too." She's smiling a bit, and he matches it with one of his own. "You're quiet and frustratingly mysterious, but I like that. Because you're unapologetically you. You've never put on a mask around me, never forced yourself to match my energy. And I don't know...I..." He takes another breath. "I really, really like you. And I want to be there for you, I want to make you smile, and laugh, and roll your eyes. I also want to sit in silence with you, appreciate your adorable permanently grumpy face..." He grins as she raises a brow at him, shooting him a mock glare. "I just want to be with you, honestly, and if you'll let me I'll be-" he's cut off by the feel of her lips pressing gently against his own.

Time stands still. He knows that's cheesy, something he'd read in a romance novel, but it's true. Because all that really matters right now, is her. His arms wrap around her, pulling her close to his chest, almost protectively. And she fits so perfectly, he's convinced that she was made to be there, in his arms. He kisses her with a tenderness, like he was afraid he might break her. He wouldn't, he knows that of course. She's one of the most resilient people he knows. His brain is fuzzy, and every touch makes his body tingle with electricity. He doesn't quite know how to describe it, but he feels dizzy, overwhelmed by her, but he never wants to stop. A million butterflies are in his stomach, in his chest. And as they pull away for air, he rests his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as he basks in her presence.

After a while, she speaks. Her voice soft. Quiet. "I really, really like you too, Wally. I know I don't show it much, but I love spending time with you." She pauses, and then with a small smile, she continues. "I lied earlier. My friend didn't force me to come here. I knew you'd be here, and wanted to see you."

Wally blinks, another stupid smile on his face. He lets out a huff of laughter, kissing her cheek. "I'm that irresistible, huh?" He can't help it, he's still Wally.

She smiles, playfully scoffing, and he doesn't think he'll ever see a more beautiful sight. He then whispers softly, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

"So...will you be mine?"

And as she says her next words, Wally finally feels complete.

"Only if you'll be mine."

A/N - Thank you so much for reading! Feedback is always appreciated, and I'll probably be writing more in the future! If you have any requests or ideas please don't hesitate to let me know!

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