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“Wally Clark class of ‘84 🫱” OKAYYY BUT WHY ARE MY CLOTHES OFF NOW

If he looked at me like that I would absolutely FOLD

The Jock - Wally x Reader

A/N: @blogblogblog437 had said they wanted more, so I managed came up with another one-shot...😊

Warning/s: fluff, Wally being adorable, possible spelling/grammar mistakes

Previous: Princess

Wally lived – figure of speech – for football. The brotherhood, the rush, the way his mind would clear when out on the field. Football was the one thing he had done religiously, but it was also part of his death.

Mr Martin had tried to help him through the death aspect of it. Embrace the positives of it. So that’s why Wally did anything football, training or games.

You on the other hand, hardly cared for sports. On the occasion going – when you remembered –  to training or games. But mostly going to see him in those short shorts, and maybe shirtless at training. And those tight pants on game nights, couldn’t forget that. The last few training day's he had opted for no top, and you thanked whoever was listening for that.

To you, he was the stereotypical 80s jock aesthetic. And you didn’t hate it. Not at all. 80s guys were more manly, while the 90s guy were pretty boys. Not to say Wally wasn’t pretty, for he definitely was. But he was just better than those from your era.

You sat in the stadium, just a few rows up on a bench. One leg propped up on the bench, its partner on the floor. You rested your weight on your arm, which hand was on the bench next to you. Through the white framed sunglasses, you watched the living football players on the field, along with a hyperactive Wally, and a few other ghosts.

You were softly laughing at that golden retriever on the field. The way he moved around the living and ghosts, words aggressively falling from his mouth in support and encouragement, though the living couldn’t hear him.  Put a tail on Wally and it would be wagging furiously. And it made you feel joy, happiness. Not to mention the warm fuzzies when he looks up at the seating.

There was a one in three chance he was looking at you, as both Charley and Mr Martin were here. Would have been four, but Rhonda dipped early on. Unable to watch Wally be macho Wally.

You on the other hand, was eating it up. But trying to keep it low key. Until his top came off, gold chain catching in the light as it rested against his skin, then you were sitting up straight. Looking over the top of your sunglasses. It felt like your jaw was on the ground, by how agape your mouth was.

“You better close that mouth...unless you want to catch flies" called Charley in amusement, sitting a couple more rows up above you.

You closed your mouth, and swallowed the lump in your throat. You could hear Charley laugh, as he went back to writing whatever he was in that notebook of his.

You could feel your face warm up. And with it possibly a pink tinge to your cheeks. Rising to your feet, you straightened your hounds tooth shorts, before grabbing your jacket and moving down the stairs.

You had just stepped onto the ground, when a football came bouncing and rolling over by your feet.

“A little help!” Wally called from the field, a smirk on his face.

You looked to him, noting he had thrown the ball over to you on purpose. And you knew it was to stop you leaving. Which meant he had been keeping an eye on you.

With a dramatic huff, you hung your jacket over the railing behind you. Casually you moved over to the ball, pointing down at it. Which Wally laughed and nodded his head.

Nodding your head, you picked it up. “Take it, it got away from you?” You called back.

His laughter got louder. “Yeah, something like that...throw it back?” And he held up his hands, ready to catch it.

You laughed. “I’m not good at throwing...”

Now it was Wally who dramatically sighed. “You can’t be that bad!”

I laughed. “Oh, I’m pretty bad" you stated, clutching the ball in your fingertips.

“You have to hold it firmly, not like that" he chuckled.

You placed your palms to the ball, feeling it against your skin. Looking back to Wally, who was making gestures to him. Which was to encourage you to throw the ball.

Taking the football in one hand, you drew back that arm before throwing, releasing the ball. Which flew in the air, and fell way too short for either of your liking. It landed just over half way between you both.

Wally blinked, before shooting you that bright smile as he jogged over to the ball. All you could do was enjoy the sight of his naked chest. He scooped it up before continuing to jog over to you. Completely surprising you.

“You weren’t lying about not being that good at throwing" he chuckled.

You looked away, flustered by his playful words. Not to mention seeing his chest and that gold chain – that you wanted to hold with a finger and pull him in for a kiss.

“S-shut it" you stuttered.

Wally laughed at how cute you were. His princess was just so adorable, and he was going to teach you how to throw. So holding out the ball in front of you, he slipped around behind you.

“Take the ball” Wally instructed picking up your hand and put the ball in it. “There. Now to prepare for the throw...”

He moved your arm around till he was happy and had you in the right throwing position. The feel of the back of your hand to his palm, it made his heart beat faster.

You on the other hand, were holding your breath – even if ghosts don’t technically breath. The feel of his hand on yours, his chest brushing your back. Your heart skipped a beat when he did step closer, finally pressed against you as he moved your arm further back.

“Now...we throw!” Wally said in a husky voice, it bringing a chill down your spine.

With those words, Wally moved your hand forward, enough momentum. It was really all him, just using your hand and arm like a holder. As your arm came forward you managed to release the ball. It flew off to the field, almost to where Wally had been standing.

You blinked and then beamed, forgetting Wally was pressed up against you and still holding your hand.

“Oh my gosh!” You gushed. “I-I did it!”

Wally laughed. “With my help Princess".

That was the moment you realised how close the two of you were, and his hold. You felt your face warm up, no doubt a pink tinged to your cheeks again. And after a moment did Wally catch on to, for he quickly released your hand, and stepped back from you with a cough. His face warming up too.

“Princess?” Came a laughing voice from the stairs to the stadium seating.

You and Wally turned, to see Charley making his way down to you both. Having had his fill of writing for the moment. His question had you both blushing harder.

Wally rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, yeah...”

Charley looked between you both. “You’re calling her Princess now? Thought that was a name you call her when talking to Rhonda and me?” He sounded surprised.

You both went red. Like bright red. You looked away, finding the players training on the field more interesting. Wally scratched his head, awkward smile on his cute face.

“Ah...w-well” – clears his throat – “I-I’m calling her Princess now...” Wally responded awkwardly, a little all over the place.

“Oh, so she’s Princess now, huh?” Rhonda asked walking over, lollipop in hand. “Quite the development”.

Wally looked between both his friends, floundering. His eyes wide, sputtering noises. You on the other hand, were biting your bottom lip, trying to act like you weren’t there.

Rhonda walked past you, bumping you quite harshly, resulting with you falling into Wally. Who didn’t hesitate to catch you.

“Come on Charley, we’re needed else where" smirked Rhonda, dragging off the other male.

Your back was pressed to Wally's chest, his arms around you. You could smell the faint smell of what would have been his aftershave. And for Wally, he could smell the flowery, citrus perfume you once bathed in.

“Got you Princess" Wally whispered in your ear. His breath tickling your ear.

A shiver ran down your spine, which Wally felt. He held you closer, concerned for you.

“You alright Princess?” His concerned voice melting your heart.

You nodded. “Ah, y-yeah...” you sighed. Heart beating rapidly in your chest.

Wally chuckled, his nerves wearing off hearing the stutter in your voice. He moved you to stand up straight, turning you to face him. The warm, sweet smile on his face just making you melt more. Those gorgeous eyes of his looking over your face, before stopping at the side of your face.

Shakily Wally brought up his hand and pushed back your hair behind your ear. His smile growing wider at his handy work.

“Much better, can’t hide that pretty face, Princess" his said with that sweet voice, and shooting you a wink.

A blush crossed your face, that strong girly pop - Rhonda's words – could easily become a puddle of goo for this guy.

You swallowed, for the Princess was falling hopelessly for the jock.

Seriously what is up with this phenomenon

If I had a nickel for every time, I fall in love with a fictional character from the 80s. I'd have 2 nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice right.

18+ Warning

Most of the stuff I post/reblog is probably going to be extremely smutty so minors do NOT interact!!

Me anytime a new Wally fic is posted.

ALL DAY AND NIGHT

I’d ride the pony 🐎

Blurb

I’m feeling not great today and I can’t help but think about Wally crawling between my body and the couch. Pulling my hips against his front and kissing my temple before cuddling into me.

And maybe even snaking his hand down to toy with my clit purely to distract me from feeling so rough.

Valentine's Day Headcanons

Wally Clark x Reader

Warnings: Slight ep.5 spoiler but not really, its the brief mention of a scene but not actually what happens. fluff

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This man would go all out for valentines day… well as out as he can while trapped in the school. 

I'm talking spending hours making a bouquet of paper flowers for you. Technically he could probably get some from the greenhouse but that's not as romantic as making them himself. 

Most of your gifts will be stolen from living students on valentines day. Okay just about all of them but still he makes it seem romantic.

Movie night, huge stuffed bear, and a shit ton of chocolate. It’s a perfect night. You don’t like chocolate? Don’t worry he's got eyes everywhere watching for someone to walk in with something that you like. Technically it's just him and Charly but he makes it seem all dramatic like he’s got every ghost looking out. 

Sweet little makeout session in the greenhouse while you ask him why he didn’t just get you normal flowers. He’d shut you up with another kiss because he ain’t got time for all your questions when he's trying to get freaky.  (Ignore me i'm losing my mind after the pool scene) 

I’ve said it once and I'll say it again, cuddles cuddles CUDDLES. He doesn't care when or where he always just wants to wrap you in his arms and smother you with love. Sweet gentle kisses and whispers of praise. (SOMEBODY SEDATE ME) 

You’d force him to watch A Walk to Remember and he’d cry like a baby. “And they say romance is dead.” Said through pitiful sobs. 

He’d make you slow dance with him. I mean SLOOOOOW. Like staring into your soul with the biggest smile imaginable while you two hold onto each other and barely move. More sweet kisses and gentle words as he rocks you back and forth. 

(Okay thats all. I swear I'm working on Sex, Drugs, Etc. I just needed a break from all the sadness. Anyways imma go convince my friend to be my valentine because he has no free will in our friendship. Hope you enjoy my descent into madness. 😀)

Gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure atm. HIS ARMS 😍😍