Star-crossed Lovers

Protection and Cameras

Drabble Flashback Pt.1

Wally Cark x fem!reader

Prompt: Wally protects you when the football team sucks

Takes place in 1981 Freshman year

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The bleachers rattled as the football team crowded onto the sidelines, jostling and shouting as the game played on. Y/N stood at the edge, the camera strap tight around her neck, trying—really trying—to get the shot she needed for the yearbook.

“Hey, um… excuse me?” she called over the noise, nudging the nearest player’s shoulder. “I just need a little space.”

No response. Just more shouting, more shoving, more obliviousness.

She tried again. And again. Each time, her voice got softer, her patience wearing thinner.

Then—

“Hey!” Wally’s voice cut through the commotion like a whistle at practice.

The players froze.

He stepped forward, towering just enough to make a point. “She asked you to move. So move.” His usual easygoing tone was gone, replaced with something firm, something that didn’t leave room for argument.

A few of them exchanged glances before grumbling and shifting aside, finally giving her the space she needed.

Y/N blinked up at him, a little stunned. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Wally smirked, tilting his head toward her camera. “Nah, but I figured you’d rather take pictures than waste your breath.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re welcome.”

She snapped a picture of him just to be annoying. He only grinned.

my request is for a Wally drabble where there is a lot of angst and tension cause they aren’t together yet and the prompts is request are 21 and 36

and maybe possibly if there’s nsfw it could be J

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Wally Clark x fem!reader

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Word count: 2,214 (oops 👀)

21. "Wait a minute, are you jealous?"

36. "God, you're cute" "You think I'm cute?"

J. Masturbation

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"Come on, Wally, you're taking forever!" Becky complained, poking her head into the garage. "We're gonna miss the first half of the movie if you don't hurry up!"

"Just one more screw," Wally grunted, his voice muffled by the engine of the '67 Chevelle he was tinkering with. His hands were smeared with grease and sweat, and his heart raced with excitement. It wasn't just the anticipation of the new sci-fi flick at the drive-in—though that was a big part of it—it was the fact that he'd be seeing y/n there, the girl he'd had a crush on since the dawn of time. Or at least since middle school.

The garage was a mess, but to Wally, it was a sanctuary. Posters of cars and rock bands lined the walls, and tools hung neatly from pegboards. The smell of gasoline and oil mixed with the faint scent of Becky's perfume wafting in from the doorway. She was y/n's best friend, a constant in his life, but tonight, she was just a hurdle to clear before he could see the girl of his dreams.

"What's the big deal?" Wally called out, his voice echoing in the cavernous space. "It's just y/n. You guys see each other every day at school anyway."

Becky rolled her eyes and stepped into the garage, her platform heels clacking against the concrete floor. She knew better than to argue with Wally when he had his heart set on something. "You're the one who's acting like a lovesick puppy," she teased, waving her hand in front of her nose to ward off the fumes.

Wally stood up, wiping his hands on an even greasier rag. "I'm not lovesick," he protested, his cheeks flushing. "I just... I don't know. She's different, you know?"

"Different from what?" Becky challenged, crossing her arms over her chest. "Different from the posters of half-naked girls plastered all over your bedroom wall?"

Wally shot her a glare. "Those are art, Becky. This is...real." He paused, searching for the right words. "Y/n's got this...this light, you know? And she's not just pretty, she's...interesting."

Becky laughed. "Interesting, huh? That's a new one." She tossed him a clean shirt. "You're just saying that because she doesn't throw herself at you like the others do."

Wally caught the shirt, his eyes lingering on Becky's smug expression. "You don't get it," he muttered, pulling the shirt over his head.

"I get it," she said with a knowing smile. "You're jealous."

Wally froze, his hand still on the shirt. "What? Jealous of what?"

"Of anyone who gets to spend time with her, obviously," Becky said with a smirk. "You want her all to yourself."

Wally's heart skipped a beat. Jealous? He'd never thought of it that way before, but as the word hung in the air, he realized it was true. The thought of y/n with anyone else made his stomach twist in knots. But was it really jealousy, or was it something more?

"Come on," Becky said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door. "We're gonna be late."

He allowed himself to be dragged out of the garage, his thoughts racing. Jealousy was a powerful emotion, and one he wasn't used to feeling. It was going to be a long night.

--- (1/4 of the way)

The drive to the drive-in was a blur of neon lights and honking horns. The 80s were in full swing, and the streets of their small town were alive with the sounds of music and laughter. Wally's mind was a million miles away, replaying every moment he'd shared with y/n. The way she'd looked at him in math class when he'd solved that impossible problem. The shy smile she'd given him when he'd held the door open. The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her favorite book.

When they finally pulled into the packed parking lot, Wally's nerves were strung tighter than the guitar strings at a Van Halen concert. He spotted y/n's car almost immediately—a candy apple red Corvette that was the envy of every guy at school. His stomach flipped as he realized she'd come alone. Maybe, just maybe, tonight was the night.

"There she is," Becky said, nodding towards the Corvette. "Looks like she's saving a spot for you."

Wally swallowed hard. "I'm not so sure," he said, trying to keep the hope out of his voice.

They parked next to y/n, and Wally took a deep breath before climbing out of the car. He could see her silhouette in the driver's seat, the glow of a cigarette casting a warm light on her features. She looked up as they approached, and their eyes met. Wally felt his heart stutter in his chest.

"Hey," she said, her voice low and husky. "You guys made it."

"Hi," Wally managed to croak out, his throat suddenly dry. "How's it going?"

Y/n shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Just waiting for the movie to start."

They talked awkwardly for a few minutes, the air thick with tension. Wally's mind was racing with what-ifs and maybes. What if he just told her how he felt? What if she laughed in his face? What if she said she felt the same way?

But before he could say anything, Becky chimed in. "You know, Wally's been working on his car all day just so he could impress you," she said with a wink.

Wally's cheeks burned. "Shut up, Becky," he muttered.

Y/n looked over at him, her eyes widening. "Is that true?"

"It's no big deal," he said, trying to play it cool.

"No, it is," she said, her voice sincere. "That's really sweet."

Sweet? He'd never thought of himself as sweet before. He felt a strange warmth spread through his chest. Maybe, just maybe, she did like him.

As they walked towards the snack bar, Becky shot him a look. "See?" she whispered. "You're totally jealous."

Wally didn't reply. He was too busy trying to keep his cool around y/n. But deep down, he knew Becky was right. He was jealous of anyone who had the chance to be close to her. And he'd do anything to be the one she looked at like that.

As the night grew darker and the movie played on the massive outdoor screen, Wally couldn't shake the feeling that y/n was watching him. Every time he glanced over, she'd be looking away, as if she'd been caught in the act. His mind filled with fantasies of what could happen if he just had the courage to make a move.

After Becky fell asleep in the back seat, Wally couldn't take it anymore. He excused himself, saying he had to grab something from his car. His heart pounding, he grabbed the Polaroid of y/n that he'd taken of her that week. It was a candid shot of her in a bikini at the beach, her hair blowing in the wind and her eyes closed in laughter. He'd been carrying it around with him like a secret treasure, touching it when he was alone and letting his imagination run wild.

In the privacy of his car, parked a few rows away, he took the picture out and studied it, his breath hitching. He could almost feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair. He leaned back, his hand sliding down his pants, his arousal growing as he thought of her. He closed his eyes and began to stroke himself, the image of her smiling face etched in his mind

--- (2/4, we can do this y'all! ♡)

But he wasn't as alone as he thought.

The sound of the door opening startled him, and he nearly jumped out of his seat. Y/n slid into the passenger side, her eyes on the picture in his hand. "What's this?" she asked, her voice quiet but firm.

Wally's face burned with embarrassment. He'd been caught red-handed—literally. "It's nothing," he said, trying to tuck it away. "Just...just a picture."

"A picture of me," she said, taking it from his hand. "Why do you have this, Wally?"

He couldn't look at her. "I...I don't know," he mumbled. "I just...I think you're beautiful."

The silence in the car was deafening, the sound of his own racing heart the only noise he could hear. He braced himself for her to slap him, to scream, to get out and run away. But she didn't. Instead, she leaned closer, her breath hot against his neck. "God, you're cute," she murmured.

Wally's eyes snapped open, his heart pounding in his chest. "You think I'm cute?"

Y/n smirked, taking a drag of her cigarette. "You think I'm not aware of what you've been doing over here?" She exhaled a cloud of smoke, her eyes never leaving his. "I've seen the way you look at me, Wally."

He didn't know what to say, his thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and desire.

"But why are you hiding?" she continued. "Why don't you just tell me how you feel?"

Wally's hand stilled, his eyes meeting hers. "Because...because I'm afraid," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm afraid of losing you. Of messing things up."

Y/n reached over and placed her hand on his, stopping his frantic movements. "You're not going to mess things up," she said softly. "Not if we do it together."

With those words, the dam broke. Wally couldn't believe what was happening. He leaned in, his heart racing, and kissed her. It was a clumsy, desperate kiss, fueled by years of longing. But y/n didn't pull away. Instead, she kissed him back, her hand sliding up to cradle his face.

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent. Wally fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, his hands trembling with excitement. The fabric fell away, revealing the lacy bra she wore underneath. He traced the outline of her breast with his thumb, feeling her nipple harden against his touch. Y/n moaned, pressing herself against him, her own hands busy unbuckling his belt.

They moved to the back of the car, the vinyl seats sticking to their skin as they kissed and explored each other. Wally felt like he was in a dream—or maybe a scene from one of the steamy romance novels he'd snuck a peek at in the bookstore. The scent of her perfume filled his nose, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that only heightened his arousal.

Y/n straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips, her bare skin against his. Wally could feel the heat of her, the softness of her thighs as they gripped him tightly. He reached up, cupping her breasts in his hands, feeling the weight of them, the nipples peaked and sensitive. She threw her head back, her hair cascading around them like a curtain, blocking out the rest of the world.

Her hips began to move, rocking gently against him. He could feel himself straining against the fabric of his jeans, desperate for release. He slid his hand down, slipping it under her skirt, finding the dampness waiting for him. Y/n's breath hitched as he touched her, her eyes fluttering closed.

Their kisses grew more frantic as they undressed each other, the air thick with need. The sound of their breathing and the rustling of clothes was the only sound in the quiet night. Wally could feel her heat, her wetness, and it was all he could do to hold back

--- (3/4, drink some water, thanks for making it this far! ♡)

When they were both naked, y/n leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently before guiding him to her entrance. Wally's breath caught in his throat as he pushed into her, feeling her tightness wrap around him like a warm, wet glove.

Their rhythm grew faster, their breaths mingling as they moved together. Y/n's nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moons of pleasure-pain on his skin. Wally could feel the tension coiling in his gut, ready to explode.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the world. The neon lights of the drive-in flickered outside the windows, casting a rainbow of colors across their sweat-slicked bodies. The movie played on in the background, forgotten in the face of their passion.

Wally felt himself reaching the edge, the pressure building until it was unbearable. He didn't want it to end, but he couldn't hold back. He bucked his hips up into her, driving deep, feeling her tighten around him as she climaxed. It was all he needed to let go, the world spinning out of control as he came, his vision white-hot with pleasure.

They collapsed against each other, panting and spent. The silence was broken only by the distant sound of a car engine and the rustle of the wind through the trees.

For a moment, they just held each other, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. Then y/n spoke, her voice soft and shaky. "Wally, that was..."

He kissed her again, cutting off her words. "I know," he murmured. "It was perfect."

And as they lay there, tangled in each other's arms, Wally realized that this was the start of something beautiful.

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Doubt – Y/N’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.18

Wally Cark x fem!reader

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It had been three days.

Three days since I ended it.

Three days since I watched Wally’s face fall, since I turned my back and closed the door, since I walked away.

So why did it still feel like I couldn’t breathe?

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the quiet of my room pressing in around me. Everything felt off.

The world kept moving—people went to class, the football team practiced, the cheerleaders rehearsed their routines—but I felt like I was stuck.

Like I was waiting for something.

Something that wasn’t coming.

My chest tightened. No. You did the right thing.

Didn’t I?

I had seen him. Seen him outside the diner with that girl, his hands on her shoulders, her leaning into him, looking up at him like he was the only person in the world.

It looked bad. It felt awful.

But the way Wally had looked at me when I confronted him—

Like he was devastated. Like he was shattered.

Like he was telling the truth.

My stomach twisted, memories of his words circling in my head.

"Y/N, you know me. You know I would never do that to you."

But I hadn’t known. At least, not enough to stay.

I pressed the heels of my palms against my eyes, trying to push back the lump rising in my throat.

Was I wrong?

I didn’t want to be. If I was wrong, that meant I had just—

I had just destroyed us for nothing.

A sudden knock at my window made me flinch.

My heart lurched as I turned, half-expecting—hoping—to see Wally standing outside like he had so many nights before.

But it was just the wind.

I let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand to my chest.

He wasn’t coming.

Not this time.

Because I was the one who left.

And maybe—just maybe—I was the one who needed to fix it.

First "Date"

Drabble Flashback Pt.9

Wally Cark x fem!reader

Takes place at the beginning of sophomore year

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Technically, this wasn’t a date.

At least, that’s what Y/N kept telling herself.

She and Wally had been hanging out all summer. They’d grabbed burgers a dozen times before, had ice cream after football practice, gone to the arcade and the lake and the drive-in.

But somehow, this felt different.

Maybe it was because he had asked this time. Not in an offhand, casual, hey, wanna go grab food? way, but with an actual, deliberate—

“Hey, do you wanna get dinner with me?”

And maybe it was because of the way he’d said it. How he’d looked a little nervous, how he had waited for her answer like it mattered more than usual.

So now, she was sitting across from him in a tiny diner just outside of town, stirring her milkshake and pretending she wasn’t overthinking every second of this.

“This place has the best fries,” Wally said, waving one in the air before eating it. “Like, actually the best.”

Y/N smirked. “Bold claim.”

“You doubt me?”

“I just think it’s very hard to beat the bowling alley fries.”

“Bowling alley fries?” He looked personally offended. “Those are a disgrace.”

She gasped, clutching her chest in mock horror. “How dare you?”

“I speak the truth.”

“I can’t believe I’m friends with you.”

“You love being friends with me.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

The conversation drifted from there—favorite horror movies, the weirdest teachers at school, the time Wally nearly got suspended for sneaking into the principal’s office to steal back a confiscated Walkman.

And it was easy. The way it always was with him.

Except every once in a while, she’d catch him looking at her. Not in the teasing, Wally Clark way, but softer. A little hesitant. Like he was figuring something out.

And it made her stomach flip.

At some point, he reached across the table and stole a fry off her plate.

“Rude,” she said, swatting his hand.

“Sharing is caring.” He grinned, chewing happily.

She shook her head. “Unbelievable.”

They stayed until the diner was nearly empty, the neon sign flickering outside. When they finally stepped into the warm summer night, Wally walked her to his car, shoving his hands in his pockets.

He hesitated.

Then—

“This was nice,” he said.

She nodded, heart pounding a little too hard. “Yeah. It was.”

He glanced at her, like he wanted to say something else.

But then he just grinned, nudging her shoulder. “Told you about the fries.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Fine. Maybe they were better.”

He beamed, like that was the best possible answer.

And when he dropped her off that night, she realized she kind of wanted him to ask her to dinner again.

Rebuilding – Wally’s POV

Drabble Flashback Pt.23

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The drive home was quiet.

Not uncomfortable. Not tense. Just… quiet.

Y/N sat beside me in the passenger seat, fingers tracing idle patterns against her jeans. Every now and then, I could feel her looking at me, but she didn’t say anything. Didn’t push.

And honestly? I didn’t know how to feel about that.

Part of me had expected more—some grand plea, a desperate apology, something that would take away the ache in my chest. But instead, she had just sat there, letting me be.

And weirdly… it helped.

It wasn’t a quick fix. It wasn’t some magic answer that made everything suddenly fine. But it was something.

I pulled into her driveway, shifting the truck into park.

Still, neither of us moved.

Finally, Y/N sighed, turning to face me.

“I don’t expect things to go back to normal overnight,” she admitted, voice quiet. “And I know I have to earn your trust back.”

I swallowed hard, gripping the steering wheel. “Yeah. You do.”

She nodded, like she had already come to terms with that.

“But I’m willing to wait,” she said softly. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to prove to you that I won’t walk away again.”

I stared at her for a long moment, the streetlights casting shadows across her face.

I wanted to believe her.

And a part of me did.

But another part—the part that still remembered the way she had looked at me that night, like she had already made up her mind, like nothing I said mattered—

That part was scared.

“Okay,” I finally said.

Her breath hitched. “Okay?”

I exhaled, nodding. “We try. But slowly.”

A small, hopeful smile tugged at her lips. “Slowly.”

She hesitated, like she wasn’t sure if she should reach for me again.

This time, I was the one to close the distance.

Not a kiss. Not some big, dramatic gesture.

Just my fingers brushing over hers, a quiet promise that we weren’t completely broken.

That maybe, just maybe—

We could put the pieces back together.

Y/N squeezed my hand lightly before letting go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked, her voice laced with something fragile.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She gave me one last soft look before slipping out of the truck, disappearing into her house.

And for the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe again.

Maybe this wasn’t the end.

Maybe it was just the beginning.

Record Store Arguments

Drabble Flashback Pt.15

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“This is the best album ever made,” Wally declared, holding up the record. Let's Dance by Bon Jovi

Y/N snorted. “You have terrible taste.”

He clutched his chest. “Take. That. Back.”

She crossed her arms. “Make me.”

He grinned, narrowing his eyes. “I could tickle you until you admit I’m right.”

Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”

He took a step closer.

She bolted.

Laughter echoed through the aisles as he chased her down, dodging shelves and stacks of vinyl until the store clerk gave them a glare that said one more noise and you’re out.

They tried to stifle their laughter, failing miserably.

Lazy Mornings at the Diner

Drabble Flashback Pt.6

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The diner was their Saturday ritual—same booth, same food, same easy rhythm.

Y/N doodled on a napkin while Wally sipped his milkshake, watching her. “Whatcha drawing?”

She slid it over. A little cartoon of him, helmet too big for his head.

He grinned. “Gotta say, I look good.”

She rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”

Something about the easy comfort between them made his chest feel too tight. Like he wanted to say something, but didn’t know how.

So instead, he flicked a fry at her.

She gasped, throwing one right back.

They stayed until the waitress shooed them out.

And maybe, just maybe, Wally realized he never wanted these mornings to end.

Lake day shenanigans

Drabble Flashback Pt.5

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The lake was freezing.

Y/N had been saying it the entire drive up. The entire hike down to the water. The entire time Wally was dragging her toward the dock.

And now, standing at the edge, toes curled over the sun-warmed wood, she was positive of it.

“I swear, Clark,” she warned, arms crossed, “if you push me in, I will haunt you.”

Wally, already chest-deep in the lake, grinned up at her. “Oh, come on.”

“No.”

“You’re gonna be hot and miserable all day.”

“That’s fine.”

He rolled his eyes. “Y/N.”

“Wally.”

A beat. Then—

“You’re scared.”

She scoffed. “I am not.”

“Then jump in.”

She glared. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

She groaned, running a hand through her hair. The dock creaked beneath her as she debated her options.

1. Stay dry, but deal with Wally’s relentless teasing for the rest of the summer.

2. Jump in, probably freeze to death, but shut him up.

Neither was ideal.

But the way he was smirking… Yeah. She couldn’t let him win.

“Fine,” she muttered.

And before she could second-guess herself, she jumped.

Cold slammed into her, stealing the air from her lungs. She resurfaced with a gasp, pushing her hair from her face.

“Oh my God—”

Wally was cackling.

“It’s not funny!” she wheezed, still adjusting to the shock.

“It’s hilarious,” he corrected, paddling closer.

“You’re dead.”

“Oh yeah?” His grin widened. “What are you gonna do about it?”

She lunged.

Water splashed everywhere as she grabbed him, shoving him under.

Wally came up coughing, shaking water from his hair. “Okay—truce, truce!”

She smirked, floating lazily on her back. “Thought so.”

He nudged her with his foot. “You’re the worst.”

“No, you’re the worst.”

Silence settled between them, broken only by the gentle ripple of the water. The sun was warm against their faces, the lake stretching wide and endless around them.

Wally glanced at her. “Admit it. You’re glad you jumped in.”

She sighed dramatically. “I guess it’s not that bad.”

He grinned, nudging her again. “Told you.”

And for once, she let him have the last word.

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Ice cream Meltdowns

Drabble Flashback Pt.3

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The summer heat was unforgiving. The kind of heat that made the pavement too hot to walk on barefoot, that made every movement feel sluggish, that made the idea of being anywhere but inside with a fan blasting seem ridiculous.

But Wally had insisted they go for ice cream.

“Nothing beats a hot day like a triple scoop,” he’d declared, dragging her toward the tiny stand near the edge of town.

Y/N had wisely gone with a single scoop—chocolate chip in a waffle cone. Simple. Classic. Manageable.

Wally, however, had other ideas.

“Go big or go home,” he’d said, ordering three scoops stacked high on a sugar cone—chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. A monstrosity.

And now? Now it was betraying him.

“Damn it,” he muttered, frantically licking at the trails of ice cream melting down his fingers.

Y/N watched, barely containing her laughter. “I told you.”

“I had it under control,” he argued, tilting his cone to try and save what was left.

“You absolutely did not.”

She pulled a napkin from the dispenser and held it out to him. “Here. Before you turn into a human sundae.”

He took it with a smirk. “Too late.”

She shook her head, watching as he wiped at his hands, but the paper napkin wasn’t doing much against the sticky mess. He was covered—chocolate smeared along his palm, vanilla dripping down his wrist, strawberry already soaking into the cuff of his shirt.

“You’re hopeless,” she teased, reaching for more napkins.

“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.”

“Wally, your entire arm is melting.”

He grinned, holding it up. “Think I could convince people I’m bleeding?”

“Only if they’re legally blind.”

She handed him another wad of napkins, shaking her head as he attempted to clean himself up.

The heat pressed down around them, cicadas buzzing in the distance, the scent of waffle cones and sugar thick in the air. It was the kind of summer day that felt endless, stretching lazily into the afternoon, the kind where time didn’t really matter.

And somehow, watching Wally lose an absolute battle with his ice cream made it even better.

“Okay,” he finally admitted, after struggling for a full minute, “this might’ve been a bad idea.”

“Oh wow,” she gasped, placing a hand over her heart. “The great Wally Clark admitting he was wrong?”

“Don’t get used to it.”

She laughed, shaking her head. Then, without thinking, she reached out and wiped a smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth with her thumb.

It was an instinctive, automatic movement, the kind she wouldn’t have even thought twice about—if it weren’t for the way Wally froze.

Her hand hovered for half a second too long, her thumb brushing his skin.

His eyes flicked up to hers, something unreadable behind them.

The air felt different.

She swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close they were standing. Of how the heat wasn’t just from the sun anymore.

And then—

“Clark!”

The moment shattered as one of Wally’s football teammates called from across the lot.

Wally exhaled, stepping back. “Yeah?”

“We’re heading to the field. You coming?”

Wally hesitated, glancing back at Y/N. “Uh—”

“Go,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. “I’ll see you later.”

He nodded, a flicker of something in his expression before he jogged off to join them.

Y/N watched him go, her fingers still tingling where they’d touched his face.

And if she spent the rest of the afternoon wondering what might’ve happened if they hadn’t been interrupted…

Well.

That was her business.