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Helpless

Wally Clark x Fem!Reader

Summary: At a party, your biggest secret starts to unravel: You’ve had a giant, unrelenting crush on Wally Clark for 6 years.

Warnings: literally pure fluff.

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Wally Clark is attractive. No one can deny it. 6’2, soft brunette hair, large deep brown eyes, moles dotting his face like stars. It’s no shock how many girls throw themselves at him. How many girls admire him from the shadows.

But to you, he’s so much more. Sure, he’s fucking gorgeous, but he’s kind. Humble. More so than he lets on. To everyone, he’s rude, arrogant, a dick. You’ve heard a few girls in your grade throw those exact words around—girls who pretend not to see what's right in front of them.

It was the first day of 6th grade when you first saw him. You squeezed yourself into the tightest skinny jeans you could find, pairing them with a hot pink shirt, a sequin unicorn plastered on the fabric. As you walked to your locker for the first time, you stopped dead in your tracks.

A boy stood a few lockers down, his messy brown hair swiped to the side. He was wearing tight jeans and a bright blue t-shirt with the name of some elementary school you’d never heard of before. You’d never seen him before. The boy looked right at you, flashing a bright white smile in your direction. “I like your shirt!” He said chipperly, his voice more high-pitched than you expected.

You were smitten from then on. It was no secret to your small friend group how much you loved him. Every single day after school, you’d spend hours texting them, breaking down each passing glance and short conversation.

You’d pinned glossy pictures of him on your corkboard in typical middle school fashion, pink and purple hearts drawn around his head. Each page in your diary always contained his name at least once, whether it was you fantasizing about holding his hand or describing the exact expression on his face when he let you borrow his pencil.

It was creepy, to say the least. But you couldn’t help it. It also didn’t help that you both shared almost every class. Not that he talked to you much. Or even noticed you were in his classes. As you reached high school, your crush only grew. As the years went on, Wally began to change. His voice dropped, his jaw got sharper. He grew an entire foot, plus a few inches. The girls who wouldn’t spare him a passing glance in middle school began noticing him. But, they really only threw themselves at him when he joined the football team sophomore year.

You were lying on your floor, your Sophomore year, head resting in your arms. Your friend Kelsey sat on your bed, too focused on the new gloss she was smearing on her lips to focus on anything you were saying. Your other friend Harper, was lying down next to you as she pulled some strands off your carpet. She watched you complain with a pout on her lips.

“I can’t believe he’s talking to Rosie Faye of all people. I mean, she made fun of him so many times in middle school! I swear-”

“I was the first person to have a crush on him,” Kelsey and Harper said in unison, mockingly. You frowned, looking up at Kelsey.

She screwed her lipgloss shut, setting it on the bed next to her phone. “Babes, how many times have we had this exact conversation?” She asked, slightly condescendingly.

You promptly ignored her tone, thinking she was just concerned. “I know. I know. But it’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair? That he doesn’t have feelings for you?” Harper laid her cheek on her arms, blinking over at you. “Maybe it’s time to let it go. He doesn’t even know who you are.”

Eyes widening, you looked over at her, a pang shooting through your heart. Usually, they’d complain with you, feeding into your various delusions. Your eyebrows furrowed as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

He doesn’t even know who you are.

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You’re sitting at your desk, barely listening to your teacher rattle off about your final senior project. Eyes sliding over to Wally, you completely zone out everything he’s saying. Wally’s sitting across the room, legs spread unnecessarily wide in his chair. He cards his large hand through his thick, brown hair, and you sigh, smiling softly.

Ears perk up when your teacher, Mr. Smith, mentions assigned partners. Everyone leans forward, heads tilting as he lists off names. Some people groan, some celebrate. The girl next to you, Rosie Faye, Wally’s ex, crosses her fingers under her desk. You do the same.

“Uh… Wally Clark and…” Your heart plummets to your stomach as you hear Rosie’s name. Nausea swarms your head, the room spinning around you. Bile threatens to climb up your throat as Wally throws a look at Rosie.

You get stuck with the co-captain of the football team, Wally's best friend, Ben Hayden. While he’s not hard to look at, he’s not kind, or smart, or funny. He really has nothing going for him but his looks. And his football skills.

He groans, rolling his eyes as he basically stomps across the room to sit next to you. Snickers sound out behind you once he flops down next to you, muttering something about ‘being stuck with fugly.’ You’ve heard the nickname before. It doesn't bother you much, as you have gotten used to it, but paired with the heartbreak of not being with Wally, your heart shatters.

“I’ll do it all. Don’t worry about it,” You mutter, voice small.

Ben smirks, stretching his arms behind his head. “Great,” he says, not even offering a ‘thank you.’

The rest of the class slugs by, tears threatening to spill out of your waterline. You scribble down an outline of your project on a lined piece of paper while Ben mouths something to Wally. You don’t look up, knowing it’s something about Rosie.

As soon as the bell screams above, you shove all your stuff into your bag, barely taking the time to zip it up as you bolt out of the room and to your locker. Once you reach your locker, you rest your forehead against the cool metal, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

Sliding your hand up, you half heartedly twist the lock, watching the numbers blur together with your tears. You blink them away, sniffling. After you finish shoving your folder into the locker, you slam it shut.

Turning around, you spot Kelsey and Harper. You hesitantly walk over to them, forcing a smile onto your face. Over the past few months, you’ve noticed them veering away from you. At first, you assumed they were busy, maybe studying for midterms. But as they began hanging out with Rosie’s friend group, you began to worry.

Still, you walk up to them, arms wrapped around your body. Rosie leans against her own locker, pulling up her white tube top, tan lines still painting her skin despite the cold weather. Jealousy sears into your skin, but you shake it off, facing Harper and Kelsey.

“Hey guys,” you say softly.

They look over at you, their faces blank. Kelsey cracks her gum, the popping sound reverberating in your head. You stand there awkwardly, waiting for them to talk. Rosie turns around, a too-wide smile on her face.

“Hey, girl,” Harper says, the same smile crawling onto her face.

“Are we still doing Friday Night Movie Marathon?” You ask, hesitantly. “We missed the past 2… so…”

Rosie smiles, tilting her head. “Aw, that’s so cute,” she says, blue eyes crinkling at the sides. Hands clench around your torso as you try not to deck her in the face. “Movie Marathon,” Rosie parrots, looking back at Harper and Kelsey.

They smile back, Kelsey’s a little strained. She’s worse at hiding her emotions than Harper and apparently Rosie. This is the first time you’ve ever exchanged more than 2 words with her.

“Actually,” Kelsey starts, stepping forward. “We’re having a party tomorrow. My house,” she says, tilting her head in the same way Rosie did.

Harper chimes in, “We want you to come,” she says, teeth shining.

Your eyes widen. You’ve never been invited to a real party. Hands sweating, your heart pounds in your chest. “Um. Yeah. Ok,” you choke out, not wanting to turn them down. After all, they’re your best friends. Maybe you could get closer to them again tonight, rekindle what you used to have.

“Great!” Kelsey claps, smiling widely. “Come at 6 pm. Just wear what you’re wearing now,” Kelsey adds, motioning to your oversized sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants.

Raising an eyebrow, you open and close your mouth. You’ve never heard of such a casual party. But you’ve never been to one, so who are you to question the host? “Okay,” you manage.

They all smile, saying goodbye as they whisk by you. You watch them leave, nerves buzzing.

The rest of the school day whizzes by, and the next day is the same. As soon as you get home from school on Friday, you bolt to your room, rushing around to find your hairbrush. They did say to go as you were the day before, but you want to look at least somewhat nice. Once your hair is tamed, you pose in the mirror, feeling slightly better about your appearance. Just as you step out of your room, you double back, grabbing your favorite perfume and spritzing it on your skin.

You know you have no one to impress, but it calms you slightly.

Walking out of your room and down the stairs, your heart begins pounding harder in your chest. There’s nothing to worry about, you tell yourself. It’s just a party. This repeats over and over in your head as you walk down the street. Kelsey’s house is only a block away from yours. Usually, you’d prefer to drive the short distance, but the cool air of the afternoon clears your head, giving you a much-needed break from your thoughts.

Boots crunching the leaves on the sidewalk, your breath leaves your lips in a fog. You quickly come upon Kelsey’s house, way sooner than you had prepared for. Your breath lags in your throat. Cars line up in front of the house, extending down the street. They hadn’t specified how many people would be there, but you didn't expect this.

You walk up the familiar front lawn, the same lawn where you, Kelsey, and Harper used to play tag. Shaking off the nostalgic memories, you breathe in once you reach the door. Suddenly, you pause. Am I supposed to just go in? Do I knock? Do they want me to ring the doorbell?

Before you can decide on one, the door swings open. A sigh of relief almost escapes your lips.

“Hey!” Harper says, beckoning you in. Heart sinking in your chest as you take in the room, you realize how out of place you look. Every girl in the room is clad in party dresses. Sparkles and sequins highlight their curves, reflecting off the dim lights above.

Although you tried to look nice, compared to the girls surrounding you, you might as well be dressed in a burlap sack. Harper's eyes drop to your beat-up vans and torn jeans. You’ve never felt so insecure in your life. She smiles tightly, dragging you further inside. “You look nice,” she yells over the music half-heartedly.

The house looks different from how you remember, but it’s still mostly the same. Harper takes you through the living room, into the connecting kitchen. People surround the kitchen island, talking and laughing with solo cups in hand.

Your eyes follow the line of alcohol on the table. Kelsey must’ve stolen it from her father, who's nowhere to be found. Kelsey stands on the other end of the island, playfully hitting a football player on the arm. As Harper walks you closer, you place the face. Tom Glass. Another one of Wally Clark’s friends.

You had no clue Kelsey was friends with people on the football team.

“Kelse! Look who’s here!” Harper yells, pushing you forward.

Kelsey turns her head, an annoyed scowl on her face at the interruption. But once she sees you, her face lights up. “Ohmigod!” Kelsey says, walking around the island and hugging you with one arm, her drink in her other hand. “Guess who I invited!” Kelsey says, pulling back.

Before you can guess, before you can say anything at all, you feel someone squeeze behind you. You don’t even have to turn around to know who it is. One whiff of his intoxicating cologne is all it takes. Wally. Spine immediately straightening, your teeth clench.

Kelsey flashes her bright teeth at you, her eyebrows raising. Giggles bubble out of her glossy lips as she steps back. “Talk to him,” she urges, before she returns to stand beside Tom.

A sudden urge to run, to hide away, fills your stomach. You don’t want Wally to look at you. It’s not like you dress like a Kardashian at school, but you feel hideous. Embarrassment simmers deep within you.

Harper passes out drinks to everyone, pouring them like a bartender. You smile softly for the first time that night. Harper has always been one for theatrics. The smile immediately is wiped off your face as she gets to you. “You want one?” She offers, holding out a cup of strong-smelling liquid to you.

You’ve never drunk before, and you vowed not to in 7th grade. It was Kelsey's idea to. But as you watch her sway back and forth, cheeks pink, you realize she’s long broken that vow. Now your face flushes as you realize how much of a child you are. Stupid fucking vow.

Harper keeps staring at you, her eyebrow raising further on her forehead at your lack of an answer.

Next to you, a deep voice reverberates through your bones. “I’ll take one,” Wally says, snatching the drink from Harper’s hand.

“You drive here?” Harper asks, knowing exactly why you refused to answer.

Crimson burns your cheeks. Something clicks in your head, but you ignore it. They wouldn’t invite me here just to humiliate me. You repeat it over and over as you reach out and grab a bottle, pouring your own drink. “No,” you answer finally.

Without your knowledge, Wally eyes you as you chug the drink.

It burns your throat, and your eyes water. A foul taste erupts in your mouth, but you push through, slamming the empty cup back on the counter. Harper smiles, laughing loudly.

“Holy shit!” She says, continuing to laugh as you pour yourself another.

Hours slip by, more people arrive, and more sweaty bodies surround you. Alcohol buzzes through your veins, your brain fogging the more you drink. It’s not enough to disorient you, but it’s enough for you to finally feel comfortable in your own skin.

Wally stays in the corner with Kelsey and Tom, Ben later joining the group. None of them utter a word to you for the next few hours. So, you stay leaning against a wall, slowly downing another drink. You watch people come and go, watch girls grind on their boyfriends, watch people bump into each other as the music blasts. You stand and stare, gluing yourself to the shadows. Eyes land on Kelsey and Harper, who have barely moved the whole night. Kelsey whispers something to Harper, who then disappears upstairs for the next half hour.

Huh. After the first 20 minutes without any sight of her, you assume she must’ve passed out. Or maybe met a boy upstairs.

The sun slowly sinks in the sky, pinks and oranges airbrushing the clouds. The music continues to blast even as the crowd dissipates. Only 20 or so people still remain in the house. Just as you're about to find Harper and stumble through a lame excuse to leave, the music dies out.

Groans fill the room as eyes fall on Kelsey, the unplugged speaker in her hand. She simply flashes a toothy smile, sashaying to the middle of the room. “Everyone!” She yells, as if she were the principal trying to get the attention of elementary schoolers. “Tom had the wonderful idea to play truth or dare!”

Tom looks around, a confused look on his face, as if he has no clue what Kelsey was talking about. Snickers echo through the room. “What are we, 12?” Someone asks.

Kelsey glares through the crowd. The person who yelled it sinks into herself.

“You guys are no fun,” Kelsey rolls her eyes, huffing like a toddler. A pout falls onto her lips.

Tom, seemingly shaken out of his dazed state, walks up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Come on, guys. We can make it into a drinking game,” he says.

A few people perk up.

“If you get asked or dared to do something you don’t want to do, you take a shot. 1 shot for truth, 2 for dare,” Kelsey adds, eyes sparkling.

As much as you want to leave, it sounds fun. Assuming no one would pick you, you know it’ll be fun to watch a bunch of drunk teenagers dare each other to do stupid shit.

So, within a couple of minutes, you find yourself sitting in a circle on the floor, your knees brushing with 2 random girls next to you. You’re somewhat on the outside of the circle, content in observing. You giggle along with your peers at the stupid dares.

You gag along with them as Ben bites a hickey into Millie Hewitt’s neck, you cringe with them as Tom lists off everyone he’s hooked up with, and you laugh along when Kelsey takes 4 shots when she’s dared to lick someone's heel. As the game continues, you begin to get more comfortable, easily falling into the routine of the game.

Halfway through, Harper reappears, a pink book in her hand. You don’t recognize it at first. She joins the circle, whispering something to Kelsey. Kelsey nods, interrupting Ben just as he’s about to call his ex, a dare from Tom.

“Sorry, Ben,” Kelsey begins, standing up alongside Harper. Ben shoots her a dirty look. “This next dare is for a very dear friend,” Kelsey says, your name leaving her lips. Everyone stares directly at you. Including Wally.

Sweat shines on your forehead at their glares. What the fuck is she doing? Another sudden urge to get up and run lights up within you, the alcohol bleeding out of you with the feeling. Suddenly, you feel completely sober.

“Before we start, we wanted to share some little excerpts from her diary!” Harper says, bringing the pink fluffy book in front of her. Snickers and scoffs sound out around the room.

“What is she, 5?” Someone whispers.

You sink into yourself, frozen in fear. A few Fridays ago, you had invited them both over for your usual movie binge. It was the last time they came over. Harper had excused herself to the bathroom, but she had disappeared for way longer than necessary. Instead of questioning it, you pushed it from your mind, chalking it up to ‘girl problems.’

Once they both had left, you went to your room to write in your journal. Except, you couldn’t find it. Tearing apart your house, it was nowhere to be found. After an hour's search, you simply thought you had misplaced it somewhere, and you ordered a new journal from Amazon. Despite the loss of 2 years' worth of writings, you tried not to let it bother you.

Now it was coming back to bite you in the ass.

Harper clears her throat and begins, “May 1st, Junior year. Dear Diary, Rosie and Wally broke up yesterday. I don't know what happened, but Kelsey said she cheated on him with Logan Doyle of all people?”

Awkward laughs fill the room. Wally’s eyes slide over to you, his jaw clenching.

Harper continues, “I mean, Logan’s cute, I guess. But I don’t understand why she’d choose him over fucking Wally Clark? Like, Wally’s fucking gorgeous. I’d never do that to him. Whatever. Maybe this means I’ll get a chance with him... I want him so so bad,” she reads, exaggerating her words.

Harper chuckles, pausing as she tries to contain herself. Wally shifts uncomfortably, his eyes landing on the floor in front of him. Humiliation boils within you, tears burning your eyes. You can’t do anything but sit there, watching your life fall apart in front of you.

She passes the book to Kelsey, who flips to another page, “October 17th, Senior year. We had to swim again in gym. Usually, I’d be pissed off, but this time Wally didn’t skip. Fuck, he looked SO good. I literally almost drowned trying to catch a peek at his chest.”

Your fingers dig into your palm, blood pooling within the creases. No matter how much you want to, if you run, it would make things even worse. So, you sit there and take it, your face lighting on fire.

“I think he might’ve bought a new cologne, too. I smelled him in the hall and I almost fainted,” Kelsey reads, a smile spreading across her face.

Your heart stops in your chest when you remember what you wrote on those lined pages next. “I love him so much,” Kesley reads, as one final blow.

Some people scoff, some people gasp. Most people laugh, right in your face. You can’t bring yourself to look at Wally. Kelsey snaps the book shut, letting it drop to the ground with a loud thud. Rosie glares daggers at you, her face bright red.

“Because of my friend's obvious undying love, we thought we’d dare Wally to give her a true love's kiss,’ Kelsey mocks.

“Her first,” Harper adds.

People burst out laughing at your expense, their mocking smiles haunting.

You wince, tears finally spilling from your waterline. Never in your life have you wanted to disappear more. You wish the ground would open up above you, pulling you down to the core of the earth, hiding you from the humiliation. A part of you wishes for death. Anything would be better than this.

After a few moments of silence, you slowly look up at Wally, his figure blurred by your tears. His throat moves as he swallows thickly. “I- Kelsey, I’m not doing that.”

A chorus of “Ouch” echoes through the room.

“Aw, come on, Wally. Just one smooch,” Harper urges.

Finally, before you can get rejected for a second time, you bolt up, speed-walking out the door into the cool night. You don’t care anymore. There’s no way you’re gonna sit in that room any longer.

The front door slams behind you as you stumble down the stairs, hot, angry tears streaming down your face. How could they do this? What did you ever do to them? All you did was love them, care for them. You never once imagined ever doing something so evil to either one. Betrayal sears through your blood, consuming your every thought.

Sobs wrack your body as you stomp down the sidewalk, the sliver of the sun that still hangs in the air coating the sky in deep, burnt oranges. It's a stark contrast to the storm within you. Behind you, someone calls out your name. Your heart skips in your chest, but you keep going, picking up your pace.

A hand grips your shoulder, stopping you dead in your tracks. “Wait, please,” he says.

You whip around, face red with anger, tears burning tracks down your cheeks. “Was that not enough for you guys? You need to humiliate me even more?” You yell in the boy's face. You stop once you see who it is. “Wally?”

“Please,” he pleads, his lips twisted down into a frown. He whispers your nickname from middle school softly, something your teachers still fondly call you.

Your nose wrinkles. “How do you know… That?” You stumble over your words, barely making any sense, his presence still embarrassingly affecting you.

Wally looks at you like you’ve grown 5 heads. “I’ve been in like, all your classes since 6th grade,” he says, like you’re stupid.

At that, you pause, eyes widening. You had no clue he even knew your name, let alone knew how many classes you both shared. Something sparks in your heart at the thought of him noticing you. Wally’s hand slides down your arm, his fingers brushing your hand. “I’m sorry. For what they did. That was fucking awful,” he whispers. “I… I wanted to kiss you. I do want to.”

Your eyes widen for a second, before your face drops. It all makes sense. They just sent him out here to mess with you further. You scoff, pulling away and turning around. “Fuck you,” you yell, continiung down the sidewalk.

“Wha-” He begins, before quickly running in front of you. “Stop,” he huffs out, catching his breath.

Looking up at him with disdain, you try to step around him. “Let me go. I’m not falling for this shit.”

He continues to block you, stepping the same way you do. “They said that would be your first kiss, right? I didn’t want your first kiss to be in front of… All those assholes,” he quickly says. “No one sent me out here.”

Pausing, you stare up at him. Oh. Suddenly, anger once again sinks its teeth into you. “I don’t want a fucking pitty kiss, Wally. I’m not going to fuck you,” you spit out.

This finally makes him freeze. His eyebrows furrow, lips twisting into a scowl. “Excuse me?”

Shaking your head as if it was obvious, you step around him. “I’m not just some vulnerable love-obsessed girl you can manipulate. I’m not like your usual girls,” you yell behind you. “I’m not gonna be another notch on your belt.”

Wally follows behind you. You can almost hear him shaking his head. “I’m not like that!” he says, anger leaking into his voice.

“Okay, then what the fuck do you want from me?” You stop, spinning around, knowing you shouldn’t even humor his bullshit.

Wally stops, feet rooted to the ground. He looks around, suddenly weirdly nervous. You watch him fidget, his eyes looking everywhere but at you. Never in your life had you seen him act so nervous. Not even during a test.

“What?” You say, stepping forward.

“I like you, okay? I have. For a while,” he whispers, eyes finally finding yours.

That makes you freeze. Birds chirp above, wind tousling your hair as silence surrounds you.

Finally, you whisper, “They put you up to this.”

Wally shakes his head, scoffing. “No. They didn’t. I told you, I’m not like that.”

How can you believe him? It doesn’t make sense at all. Never once has he ever talked to you, or even looked at you in any other way than disgust.

Before you can get lost in your thoughts, the boy takes a step forward, grabbing your hand. “The first time I saw you, I knew how I felt. You were wearing that stupid pink unicorn shirt. The one that was way too big for you,” he chuckles, cheeks a pretty pink. “And those jeans you always wore, with the rip on the knee.”

Eyes widening, you gape up at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Wally keeps talking, “I thought you hated me, so I never said anything. You’d always avoid me. You never looked me in the eye when I’d let you borrow something. You barely even talked to me when Mr. Anderson made us partners Sophomore year.”

A gasp leaves your lips. You barely even remembered that. That week in sophomore year, when Wally and you were made partners on a book report, completely slipped your mind. Too nervous to work with him outside of school, you did the entire report yourself, not even warning him about it once.

“Now I know it was because you had a crush on me,” he whispers, smiling slyly. The pad of his thumb brushes over your knuckles, sending shockwaves up your arm.

Your stomach swirls with butterflies, hair on your arm standing at attention. His smile lights a fire all over your body. Each word that left his lips hit you harder and harder. No fucking way. “I-I don’t believe you,” you whisper, voice cracking.

Wally deadpans. “Are you serious?”

Without giving you a chance to answer, much to your dismay, he drops your hand. Wally reaches behind him, slipping his phone out of his pocket. He unlocks it, pulling up messages. “Those are from yesterday. Read it.”

With shaking hands, you take his phone from him, eyes focusing down on the bright screen. The thread is between him and Ben, an hour after class.

Ben: I cant believe Rosie is ur partner.

Wally: I gotta email Mr. S… I cant work w/her.

Ben: Atleast u didnt get Fugly. Can we trade?

Wally: Fugly???

Ben types your name, spelled horribly wrong. You scoff and shake your head, pushing through.

Ben: Kelsey calls her that. Its tru.

Wally: U cant be srs??

Ben: Wut?

Wally: Shes fucking gorjus. Ru blind??

Your eyes widen at the text, and a small smile crawls onto your face at his godawful spelling.

Ben: I thought that was sum weird middle school phase. U still like her?

Wally: Never stopped. Rosie doesn't even compare.

Ben: You’d srly choose Fugly over Rosie?

Wally: Gorjeus, not Fugly. And, fuck yeah.

Ben: Wtvr dude. U weird asf.

The phone screen goes black. You stare down at it, eyes wide. Wally stands still, giving you time to process. After a few minutes, he begins to shift nervously. Your grip on his phone tightens as millions of emotions run through you. Finally, you tilt your head up, tears springing to your eyes. “You’re really bad at spelling,” you laugh through tears.

Wally laughs, the sound warm. “I know.”

Wally grabs his phone back, sliding it back into his pocket. He holds your hands again, bringing one of them to his chest. Pressing your palm against his pec, he smiles down at you. Your teeth clench once you feel the fast flutter of his heart against your skin. It quickens beneath your palm, causing your breath to hitch. Fingers splay out against the hard muscle.

“You believe me now?” He whispers, head tilting.

“I- I do. But… I don’t- Why?” You manage, looking up into his deep brown eyes.

“Why what?”

“Why- Why do you like me? I-I mean… I’m me and you’re-” Wally laughs and shakes his head. “If you go on the whole ‘you’re the captain of the football team and I’m a nobody’ spiel, I’m gonna vomit all over you.”

A real, genuine laugh rumbles your chest, and more tears slip out of your eyes. Wally quickly cups your cheek with his large hand, thumb swiping a stray tear away. “I like you because you’re you. You’re so fucking smart, and so funny. God, whenever you talk back in Mrs. Moores class, I swear I almost piss myself.”

You laugh wetly, more tears slipping out of your eyes. If his hand on your cheek wasn’t there to ground you, you would swear you’re dreaming. “And you’re beautiful. So, so beautiful,” he whispers, eyes raking over your face.

You sniffle, leaning into his touch. “What about Rosie?”

Wally scoffs and rolls his eyes, almost in disgust. “Fuck Rosie. She’s nothing compared to you.” He pauses, seemingly debating what he’s going to say next. “You know, I only dated her to get over you.”

This makes your breath stop. “H-huh?” You stutter. “No, you didn’t.”

“Yeah. I did,” he laughs softly. “Ben told me she had a thing for me. I thought it’d help me forget about you. Didn't work. Obviously.”

“Fuck,” you whisper, heart pounding against your ribs almost painfully. “Fuck, is this real?” You ask stupidly. Wally just chuckles, stepping closer. “It is. I like you. So much,” he whispers. “I want to get to know you. I want to spend every weekend with you. I want to hug you, kiss you. I just want you. Not Rosie, not anyone else. I wouldn’t lie to you. Ever,” he says sincerely.

Still unbelieving, you look deep into his irises, searching for any ounce of deception. All you see is truth. Desire. Love. “I- I want that. I want that, too,” you whisper.

Wally doesn’t hesitate for a second, pulling you against him, his arms wrapping tightly around your trembling body. You press your forehead against his shirt, breathing him in. Wally tucks his face into your hair, inhaling your shampoo.

You lift your arms around his torso, pulling him impossibly closer, never wanting to let go. After what feels like only seconds, Wally pulls back, his finger tilting your chin up. “Can I kiss you?” He murmurs.

Fireworks explode within you as you nod vigorously, flushing as soon as you do. Wally just laughs sweetly, his tongue swiping out over his lips. Slowly, his head dips, hand sliding further up your jaw. He guides your head, knowing you're inexperienced.

Eyes fluttering shut, you suck in a breath once his lips press against your own. They’re softer than you expected. The feeling is new, different. It ignites your body, the tips of your fingers tingling.

Your heart soars as you lift your hand to the back of his neck. Once you’re used to the feeling of his lips against yours, he leans further into you, the kiss deepening. Your lips part when his do, and you try to follow his lead. It’s somewhat sloppy and certainly not perfect, but it’s so much more than you imagined.

Breathing him in, you wrap your arms around his neck, rising on your tip-toes to kiss him deeper. After a few moments, he pulls back, forehead pressed against yours. Eyes fluttering open, you look up at him. So, so pretty, is all that runs through your head.

Wally smiles even wider, his eyes shining. He looks at you as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever known. You giggle, face pinkening under his gaze.

“You wanna go get ice cream?” Wally asks, trying to fight the urge to pepper kisses all over your face. “Please,” you say, lacing your fingers with his.

As you walk down the street, he gives in, pulling you to a stop and peppering soft kisses all over your face, eliciting giggles out of your throat.

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You spend the whole weekend with Wally, going to lunch and dinner on Saturday, and having a picnic in the park on Sunday. Over PB and J’s, you both decide it’s too soon to make it official, but you both know he’s yours. And you’re his. No one else matters.

On Monday, you walk into school, basically floating on air. People stare and whisper, snickering behind your back. You ignore it all, walking happily to your locker.

You hum Wally’s favorite song–the same one he played for you on Friday night over mint chocolate chip soft serve–while you unlock your locker. Before you can pull it open, Harper and Kelsey walk up to you. They giggle like middle schoolers once they stop in front of you. Harper reaches into her bag, holding out your diary. “Sorry Wally rejected you,” she says, head tilted in mock pity. “Mhm. We really thought it would work,” Kelsey adds. “A fairytale kiss.”

Glancing over at them, your smile doesn’t falter. You shrug, hanging up your jacket in your locker. Closing the door softly, you turn towards them. “It’s okay! You can keep it, by the way. I bought a new one,” You say chipperly.

Harper and Kelsey look at each other, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. They look back at you. Right as Kelsey opens her mouth to ask if you’re okay, you feel strong arms wrap around you from behind, warmth enveloping your body. A wide smile spreads across your face as Wally tucks his head into your neck, inhaling your perfume, the same one you bought for him freshman year.

Kelsey and Harper’s jaws fall slack, their eyes wide.

You turn your head up to face him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he says back, pressing a soft kiss onto your lips. He doesn’t even look up at the girls in front of you, his eyes only focused on you.

He lets go, lacing his fingers through yours. You both walk away casually, chattering away about the calculus homework Wally forgot to do. They watch you both walk away, mouths agape, eyes unbelieving.

“What the fuck?” Kelsey yells, earning her a dirty glare from a teacher.

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a/n: I’ve had this idea for weeks, and I just needed to get it written. I hope people know where the title comes from!

#alive au #modern au #school spirits #milo manheim #wally clark #split river high #wally clark x you #wally clark x reader #wally clark fanfiction #wally clark fluff #milo manheim x reader #milo manheim fanfiction #milo manheim x you

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Astronomy (Pt. 4)

‘It’s astronomy, we’re two worlds apart’

Wally Clark x fem!Reader

Summary: Your father's family comes to visit on the anniversary of your mother's death. Meanwhile, Wally grows frustrated in your absence.

Warnings: angst, careful reading, addiction (you know the drill), eventual smut.

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Note: there will be smut themes present in this chapter and future chapters. If this makes you uncomfortable, please comment if you’d like to be taken off the taglist.

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The front door swung open, carrying the smell of cigarettes and expensive perfume. Someone you barely recognized shuffled past the kitchen in a hurry, running his hands through his wet hair. Shoveling stale cereal into your mouth, you watched your father usher your guests in.

After grueling hours of begging, you were able to lock your father in the bathroom, forcing him to pick himself off the tiled floor and shower the grime off. For the past 8 years, since your mother's death, your Aunt Jen and Uncle Mark have stayed over for a couple of days on the anniversary. Something about coming together to celebrate her. Whatever. It always seemed to end in an argument, despite Mark's efforts.

“Snickerdoodle!” A gruff voice echoed behind you, strong arms picking you up and spinning you around the kitchen. Giggles escaped your lips as you squirmed against his chest. Mark set you down, stepping back to take you in. “God, you get taller each time I see you!”

You rolled your eyes as he ruffled your hair, his wedding ring scraping your scalp. Jen sashayed in, shiny hair pinned back neatly, chin held high. As much as you didn’t mind your uncle, his wife was the bane of your existence. Her prim and proper words, her sickly smelling perfume… Every single thing about her infuriated you.

Your father shuffled in after them, suitcases in hand. He stumbled forward slightly, Mark catching him. “Woah, bud! Careful.” Eyes fell onto them, following their retreating figures as Mark helped his brother to the guest room.

Jen's piercing blue eyes focused on you as you shoveled more cereal into your mouth. You took a deep breath and prayed she wouldn’t speak

“He looks better.” A red-lipped smile crawled onto her face, eyes crinkling in the corners. Bitch. Chew slowly, smile, agree, and try not to jump across the table and wrap your fingers around her chicken neck-

“Doodle?” Jen's voice was sweet, soft, filled with fake concern as phony as her ass. She exuded opulence and a certain kindness akin to Mother Teresa. It was all fake. Jen always seemed desperate to be like the snooty women in her book club with their gold-plated earrings and designer gowns. She always seemed desperate for more. More money, more clothing, more purses. Things Mark couldn’t offer her with his salary, no matter how hard he worked. So, she became a shell of a person, whose only goal was to be perceived.

Yet, despite it all, despite how hard she tried, you saw through it. Saw through the too-wide smiles, the empty gestures. ”He is,” you answered plainly, not giving up any more information. Resting her chin in her hand, Jen glared at you, cherry lips pursed.

“He’s sober?” It wasn’t a question, more so an accusation. Not that she deserved the peace of mind, but why air out your dirty laundry?

“Yeah. Few months,” you said, cereal feeling too dry in your throat. Before the snake could hiss anything else out, Mark and your father lumbered out, laughing like two schoolboys. It was nice to see your father laugh like he used to.

The men sat down at the table, smiles deep on their faces. As they calmed down, Jen reached her hand out and rested it on your father's.

“I’m proud of you, Bill,” she whispered, voice oddly sincere. You almost snickered at yourself for believing her Oscar-worthy act. Your father blinked at her, bushy eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Mark looked between the two, the same confused expression etched into his face. “For your sobriety, hun. Doodle just told me.”

Silence filled the room, the leaky kitchen faucet plopping against the unclean dishes in the sink.

Your father, seemingly content to keep up the facade, shook his head and nodded. “Yeah. 5 months tomorrow.” Jen’s face glowed. Squeezing his hand again, she flashed her artificially white teeth at him. As they stared at each other like the stars in the sky, your eyes slid to Mark.

Despite Mark’s congratulatory words, the look he threw at you suggested he thought otherwise. Being the man he was, he kept his mouth shut, letting his eyes do the talking. A chair scraped across the tiled floor as you walked to your room without another word.

“What’s her deal?” Jen asked, scoffing at your 'tantrum.'

Clicking the door shut, you leaned against the wood, sucking in as much air as your lungs could take. At least Dad would be sober for the next 5 days. Well, you hoped he would have enough dignity to do so…

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The week had been busy. Of course, Wally couldn’t ever forget about you, but somewhere in all the ups and downs of the week, it completely slipped his mind to seek you out. Helping Maddie turned into a full-time job.

His days consisted of chasing her around like a puppy, and his afternoons he spent brainstorming with Rhonda and Charlie. Wally became so invested in Maddie that Rhonda even started to tease him about having a giant crush on her. He’d deny, deny, deny, but every excuse he came up with wasn’t enough.

But he couldn’t explain to them that his heart was elsewhere, and his mind had just gotten swept up in the craziness of the week. You were his secret, his oath. Not Maddie.

Although you slipped his mind during his mornings and afternoons, you plagued his mind night after night. So, of course, he sought you out at your usual spot by the benches every night that week. But you never showed. Part of him couldn’t blame you, since it seemed like he was avoiding seeing you during the day. He had been completely MIA from 7 am to 3 pm the entire week. Still, it made his heart ache.

He missed you.

Your relationship had always felt warm and cozy, always sounded like fresh-baked cookies, like morning dew on rose petals. He had never once had those kinds of thoughts about you. Although there were many, the kisses you both shared were always short-lived, your hugs always an appropriate length.

But in your absence, his mind wandered. Not being able to feel your warm skin on his, to smell your sweet, floral perfume, drove him to insanity. Wally began to feel frustrated… Alone.

So who could blame him for spending his nights with his fist wrapped around his length, your name on his lips like a prayer?

The guilt consumed him, but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help to imagine bending you over a desk, couldn’t help to imagine kneeling in front of you on the principal's desk and worshipping your body, the moon painting your soft skin through the large windows.

Wally was absolutely, certainately fucked.

That Friday, Maddie was off somewhere, chasing some lead she refused to elaborate on. It freed Wally from what he felt like were his ‘duties.’ So, in his spare time, he patrolled around the school, trying to get a glimpse of you.

He checked the bathrooms, the science rooms, and the art rooms. Nothing. Crimson burned his ears as he peeked into the girls' locker room. Luckily, it was empty. Unluckily, he couldn’t fucking find you. Now it really seemed like you were avoiding him.

He was ready to give up, to flop onto the couch in the teacher's lounge and ‘blow off some steam’, when suddenly he felt that pull in his chest as he passed the library. The hair on his arms stood at attention, goosebumps dotting his skin.

Wally followed the feeling, a giant smile spreading on his face once he saw you. There you were, sitting on the floor of an open part of the library, your friends surrounding you. Wally smiled even wider when he watched Nicole playfully shove your arm. He remembered the nights you’d cry into his arms about having no friends, about feeling completely alone.

But there you were, laughing and joking with your group. Nicole sat next to you, a book open in her lap. Across from you sat Simon, who, for the first time in days, seemed somewhat happy. Xavier sat to your left, his thigh a little too close to yours. Wally let it slide.

He stalked up behind you, crouching down. Smile twitching into a smirk, he watched your spine straighten. You couldn’t see him, but he knew you felt what he felt. The goosebumps, the rush of adrenaline, the pounding heart.

Knuckles dragged down your back, his breath hot against your ear. “Meet me tonight,” he said, voice husky in a way you’ve never heard. “10 o’clock.” His lips pressed against the two moles on your neck, just like he did that first night.

Rose spread across your face, heat radiating off your body. Your throat moved as you swallowed thickly. Not wanting to set any of your friends off, all you could do was sit still and try not to grasp Wally’s shirt in your fist. You hadn’t realized how much you missed him until that moment. Sure, you told yourself you needed some space to focus on your friendships, but the feeling of his large hands sliding up your shirt was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. You completely regretted standing him up that whole week.

Xavier looked over at you, his eyebrow quirked up. “You good?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. Nicole and Simon didn’t seem to notice.

You nodded, worried that if you opened your mouth, a breathy gasp would come out instead. It was an answer to Xavier, but also an acknowledgement of Wally’s request. His breath fanned across your neck as he chuckled. He was gone as soon as he arrived, standing up and shuffling out of the library with a smirk.

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That night, you slid open your window, undoing the Velcro cast you were given. An hour or two of not wearing it wouldn’t do any harm. A dull pounding still nagged in your head, but it was tolerable.

You snuck out the window, shimmying down the branches. Feet landing on the ground with a crunch, you began walking to the school. Anticipation buzzed through your spine when you neared the school.

Wally had never explicitly asked you to come by the school before today. It was expected that you would. Considering the restraints of the afterlife, communication had never been his nor your forte. Especially in the last week. You hadn’t warned him about your epiphany after your talk with Nicole, nor had he even attempted to locate you during the day. Maybe it was your fault. Maybe he was pissy that you stopped showing up at night without warning.

Whatever it was, you still wondered if Wally missed you, if he waited for hours in the cold, just for you to never show. It hurt your heart just to imagine.

Usually, you’d show up at a random time and wait for Wally to come running out of the school. Sometimes it was 9 pm, sometimes it was 1 am. Again, communication or routine wasn’t a common occurrence between you both. You both relied on the feeling in your bodies to inform you whenever the other person was around.

The strong buzz in his heart usually gave away when you arrived at the benches, as he explained. It didn’t matter if he was sleeping; he always knew when you stepped onto campus. He’d run out of the double doors within minutes.

Except, as you walked closer, Wally was already there. He seemed to be somewhat flustered, pacing back and forth on the grass, carding a hand through his ruffled hair. As soon as your foot touched the grass, he froze in his tracks.

Wally’s neck almost snapped in half at the speed he whipped his head around.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he took 3 long strides over to you, bodies colliding as his lips crashed against yours. A soft gasp escaped your lips at his intensity, but you wasted no time in wrapping your arms around his neck.

Wally slid his hand up your back and through your hair, tugging at the strands. You returned the favor by lacing your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck. The air between you was charged, laced with a thick sense of desperation that neither of you had felt before. No words were exchanged as you devoured each other.

No one had ever kissed you like this before, not even him. This kiss was different than the other ones you shared. Usually, his touch was respectful, completely appropriate. This time, his hands traced down your curves, fingers digging into your ass. Usually, when you kissed, they’d only last a few seconds before you both went back to blushing shyly like schoolgirls. This time, neither of you relented, breathing each other in like you were both suffocating.

A soft whimper escaped your throat as his fingers dug deeper into your jeans. Wally groaned back, picking you up like you weighed nothing. He held you against him easily, your legs wrapping around his waist. Between kisses he whispered gravelly, “Fuck, I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” you murmured, tilting your head and pulling him impossibly closer. “So much.”

Wally slid his tongue against your bottom lip, teeth nipping at the plush skin. You accepted, your lips parting as an invitation. Within a heartbeat, his tongue slid against yours. Wally swallowed your moans as he tasted you for the first time, his heart hammering against his chest almost painfully. You tasted sweet, like strawberry lip gloss, just as he fantasized you would. He had seen you glob it on countless times. A few nights ago, he would’ve killed a man just to taste it.

To you, he tasted like peppermint, the sharp mint tingling on your tongue. Had you not been occupied with the fact that his tongue was in your mouth, you would’ve wondered where he kept getting all the peppermint candies from.

Soft groans left his throat, going straight to your stomach. Butterflies flew around erratically, causing your legs to wrap tighter around him. You tugged softly at his hair, desperate to keep hearing those noises. Fuck, you were addicted. And so was he.

Wally began trailing open-mouthed kisses to the corner of your lips, his nose nuzzling at the underside of your jaw. Obliging, you tilted your head, exposing new, soft skin to his hungry gaze. His lips trailed downwards, nipping and sucking at your pulse point. Nails dug into his shoulders while you whined against his shirt softly-

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Both of your heads immediately twisted over to the voice coming from across the courtyard.

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a/n: I’m so sorry that I left you guys hanging for 2 whole months. Life has been insane recently. I really hope this was worth the wait!

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