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WHATTA MAN WHATTA MIGHTY GOOD MAN

Just call me a ghost at Split River High because I’m deceased. HE’S SO FUCKING SEXY

You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N

Part 29

A/N: some of this part will be in Wally’s POV which I will indicate at the start. When it’s no longer his POV I will indicate with Y/N POV. This part will have smut which as always, I will indicate with this emoji 🔥 This part is extra long as part 30 will be the finale (sobs) so get comfy and hope you enjoy :)

Summary: The ghosts head back to school one last time for prom but Wally has another plan up his sleeve…

It was two days before prom and you and the other ghosts split up in the mall looking for the perfect dresses and the best suits, trying not to think about the goodbye that you will eventually have to face. You were with Janet picking out dresses. You and her are still working through all the issues she and Mr Martin caused, but you have found a way to forgive her and move past it. No point in holding in grudges, you and her are dead and it won’t be long and you two will be going your separate ways. Janet nudges your arm as you are lost in thought. “Y/N this store looks like it has some cute dresses.” She says as she grabs your arm and drags you into the store. 

Janet wonders around the store to find a dress, however it didn’t take you long to find the dress of your dreams. You pick up the dress off the rack, and head to a mirror to hold up the dress to your figure. The dress was long, off-white colour with thin spaghetti straps. Structured square neckline flowing down to an A-line skirt to the floor. Janet spots you in the mirror and gasps. “Y/N, that dress is beautiful. Wally is going to love it.” She gushes as you turn your attention to her. “It’s beautiful but it kind of looks like a wedding dress not a prom dress. I’m just going to put it back.” you said, walking back to the rack. “Wait no. I mean yeah it does look like one, but who said you can’t wear it to prom? We can wear whatever we want, and no one can say otherwise, we’re dead.” Janet protests stopping you from putting the dress back. “You know what, fuck it. I’m getting this dress.” You say, as blush washes over your face as you imagine what Wally will say when he sees you in the dress. Unbeknownst to you, that this was his plan all along. 

Wally’s POV.

“Guys, quickly gather in here before Y/N wakes up, I want to share something with you.” Wally whispers as he and the others head into the kitchen area of the house you were in. “Wally, I know we don’t really need sleep, but I like my sleep. So, you better have a good enough reason for me to be awake right now.” Charley sassed. “Yeah, what’s going on Walls, and why isn’t Y/N here?” Rhonda asks setting into a seat at the dining room table next to Quinn. “I want to ask Y/N to marry me, and I need your help.” Wally professes. 

Silence falls over the room. “Walls, I think it’s great, but were dead. How will it work?” Tommy asked. “That’s where you guys come in. Janet, you will help her find a dress, while Tommy and I can find some rings. And the rest of you make sure she doesn’t find out until prom. I know it won’t be really ‘official’ but it will be for us. And I know she would want this too. I already ran the idea by Lily last night and she agreed to set up something special for us at school.” Wally explained as excitement fills his face. 

“I’m in. I can even preform the ceremony. I know it won’t fix things, but I’m hoping it helps.” Janet replies. Tommy, Quinn, Charley, Rhonda, and Yuri all look at each other, then back at Wally. “Hell, yeah we’re in.” They all say in unison as they all rush over to Wally to hug him. “This is the most romantic thing ever! You guys are getting married!” Charley burst out not containing his excitement very well. “Charley, shush, she could hear you.” Wally huffed putting his hand over Charley’s mouth. “Sorry.” He mumbles under Wally’s hand. 

At the mall after everyone as split up. Wally makes sure you are out of sight with Janet as he and Tommy were about to pick your wedding rings. “I hope you know what she would like. I don’t know what I’m doing.” Tommy says as he and Wally walk the mall on the search for a jewellery shop. “Relax, I know what she would like. She would always talk about it when she and I were younger. I know exactly what to get.” Wally replied, walking into a jeweller.

Looking through at all the rings, Wally finds one almost imminently that he knows you would love. He goes behind the counter, and carefully opens the window -trying not to get the attention of the shop workers- and he grabs the ring. It was a gorgeous 18 carat white gold ring, round cut with smaller diamonds surrounding it. Wally knew in his heart; this was the right one. He faces Tommy with the ring in his hand. “This is the one” Wally gushed. He then picks up the matching wedding band, the picks out a ring for himself , and quickly hides it as he sees you and Janet walk by. 

“Babe?” Y/N says as she enters the store even though Janet tried to guide her elsewhere. “Can’t a boyfriend buy his beautiful girlfriend something for prom? He replies, trying to hide the nerves in his tone. “Aw, that’s sweet Walls. I’ll get back to shopping with Janet then.” She replies as Janet and her leave the store. “Dude, that was close.” Tommy said, sighing out a sigh of relief. 

Y/N POV

It was the day of the prom and you; Janet, Rhonda and Quinn were all getting ready in one of the bedrooms. “This prom is going to be the most rememberable one yet!” Janet gushed while doing your hair. “We’ve been to hundreds of proms, all pretty basic.” You shrug. “Don’t say that. Even Rhonda is excited. Right Rhonda?” She says staring daggers at her. “Oh. Yeah. It will be defiantly rememberable.” Rhonda admitted, leaving the room to grab her dress. “It’s just hard, I know what’s coming at the end of the night. I know imp excited to explore the world with Wally, I just… I will miss you all so much.” You sigh. “Don’t think about that now. I’m finished with your hair, go put your dress on.” Janet mutters leaving the room for you to change. 

You slip on your full-length dress -or should you say wedding dress- and zip it up along the side. Yeah, it may feel silly wearing a dress that looks like a wedding dress, but Janet was right who cares. You finish putting on the white strapless heels that you found and do one final look in the mirror before exiting the room. 

Heading downstairs, everyone is waiting for you. Everyone was all in deep conversation until you were at the bottom of the stairs and Wally’s eyes met yours. He stood there in a black suit and hair all pushed back and perfected like Danny in Grease. Wally’s jaw drops as you make your way over to the group. “Holy shit.” Wally blurted out. “I’m going to that as a compliment.” You expressed, leaning in to kiss him. You break apart your kiss and realise all eyes on you. They all have the same smirk on their face, even Rhonda. “Uh, are you guys, okay?” You wondered raising a brow. “Yep, all good. We got to go.” Charley belts out, running towards the door as the others follow in tow. “That was weird. Charley never runs. What going on?" You ask Wally. “Bets me. He’s probably just excited for prom, you know how he is.” Wally responds, nervously. Okay that was even weirder you thought as Wally took your arm and ushered you out the door. 

Arriving back at Split River High should have felt weird but in a way, it felt like home since you spent majority of your life within the walls. Heading into the gym you and Wally head to the drinks table. “I’ll be right back babe.” He mutters and before you could respond he was gone leaving you, Charley, and Rhonda at the drinks table. “That was weird, where could he have gone, we just got here?” You ask putting yours and his drinks down. “I don’t know. Any ideas Rhonda?” Charley said turning to Rhonda. “Uh, maybe he is going to the bathroom, you know check out his hair in the mirror, you know how he gets.” Rhonda responded pressing her lips in a tight line. “Okay? I’m going to go look for Lily.” You said, puzzled on why they were acting so strange. “Wait. Let’s go on the roof, there should be a gorgeous sunset and we know you love those. We can find Lily later.” Charley insisted grabbing you by the arm and ushering you out the gym. 

You, Charley, and Rhonda climb up the stairs and get to the door that leads to the roof. “After you.” Rhonda said. You open the door and walk out on the roof where you see Wally in the middle of a circle of candles and flowers.  Elvis’ ‘Can’t help falling in love with you’ plays on a speaker as you met him in the middle. You quickly turn back to Charley and Rhonda who smile and close the door behind them. 

“Babe, what’s all this?” You ask. Suddenly, Wally was on one knee in front of you. “My Darling, we have known each other for fifty-eight beautiful years. Knowing you is the most precious thing in the world, but that was until I feel in love with you. We might have spent a lot of time hiding those feelings from each other but that’s all in the past. I love you and I want to spend eternity by your side.” He says and he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a diamond ring. “I know we’re dead and it’s not official, but it will be for us. Y/N my love, will you marry me?” “Of course, I will marry you, Wally.” You say with the biggest smile on your face and tears streaming down your face. Wally stands up and you extend your hand for him to place the ring on your finger. “Wally, I don’t want to wait. Let’s get married now.” You gush shaking with excitement. “I’m glad you feel that way Darling because that’s exactly what we are doing. I had everyone help out and plan this.” He cooed embracing you in a hug. Breaking apart the hug he ushers you towards the door, taking you to the library. 

The library has been decorated with string lights, candles, and flowers all in yours and Wally’s favourite colours. Chairs on either side of the aisle leading to a floral archway. Wally kisses you on the cheek and says, “See you up there babe.” Lily meets you at the doorway. “You’re giving me away Lily?” you ask her. “Yeah. I mean I know it’s not traditional but-““It’s perfect.” You say cutting her off. You and Lily walk down the aisle of the library with everyone standing, all eyes on you. You make your way to the end and hold hands with Wally as Janet begins. 

“Today is the most joyous occasion any person can have, when two souls who have always been made for each other decide to spend the rest of their afterlives together. They have been best friends since birth and then eventually fell in love, Wally, would you like to begin your vows?”

“My beautiful darling, you are the only person in the world I can fully be myself around. You were always there for me when I needed a friend. We went through every single major milestone together, even death. We became trapped in this school with a bunch of other ghosts where I could see you thrive and make more friends. Your kind caring nature is the glue that holds us all together. I don’t know how I would have made it through this place if I didn’t have you by my side. The day you told me you loved me was the best day of my life… afterlife, knowing you felt the same way I did for so long was everything to me. As we set off to explore the world we watched go by for many decades, I promise I will be there for you. I love you darling, and you have made me the happiest ghost ever. You belong with me, and I belong to you.” he expressed as he slipped your wedding ring on your hand.

Janet beamed hearing Wally’s vows knowing that he will be there for you. You were her first best friend, in live and death even though she hurt you. She looks at you and nods, signalling your turn. 

“My sweet Walls, I am so grateful to have you and love you. I thought my life ended when I witness you die on that field, like a piece of me died that day, little did I know that fate had other plans. When we both wound up here, I thought I would go insane, stuck in high school, watching the world go by, but you made what seemed like hell, a whole lot of fun. Keeping my feelings from you felt so right but also so wrong on so many levels my heart was torn in two. When you went into your scar and you told me you felt the same way I did, that was the day my afterlife truly began. Wally, my love I am so excited for what our next adventure brings us. ” You professed as lift your hand to Wally’s check to brush away his tears before placing his wedding ring on his hand. 

“By the power vested in me by well me I pronounce you husband and wife. Kiss her already.” Janet gushed. Wally grabs you in his arms and dips you planting a soft but passionate kiss on your lips as everyone cheered. “I love you Walls” you whisper in his ear. “I love you darling. Now we celebrate” He whispers back kissing your forehead.

The chairs got pushed aside making way for a dance floor as you and Wally dance to Lover by Taylor Swift that Lily set up on a speaker. Wally leads you in a waltz something he had been secretly practicing for this very moment. After your first dance, everyone joins in on the dance floor. You notice Janet on the sidelines, so you lean into Wally’s ear and whispers. “I’ll be right back, husband.” You nudge your head slightly in Janet’s direction and Wally nods saying. “Okay my love I’ll be here.”

You make your way over to Janet, “Everything okay?” you ask. “I don’t know. Everything is changing so fast. I’m so happy for you and Wally, I really am. It’s just... I just got you guys back as friends after everything Mr Martin and I did, I don’t think I’m ready to be alone again.” she muttered. “You will never be alone, Janet. We will still be in touch. And you didn’t hear this from me”- you lower your voice- “A little birdie told me that Tommy has a crush on you.” “Really, Tommy? I had no idea he liked me.” She responded. “Go over there and talk to him.” You replied. Janet thought for a moment before making her way over to Tommy. “You told her, didn’t you?” Wally asks, making his way over to you. “What can I say, I love seeing my friends happy.” You respond looping your arm around Wally’s. 

The rest of the night is a blur, with all the celebrating and dancing but you wouldn’t change it for the world. Maddie, Simon, and Lily come up to you as get ready to leave as the school prom has wrapped up. “I’m really happy for you guys.” Maddie gushes. “Yeah, it was beautiful and weird at the same time attending a ghost wedding.” Simon says with a low laugh. “Wally has actually arranged for a goodbye thing tomorrow. Says he’s got other plans for you tonight.” Lily smirks and gives a wink at you. 

Janet, Charley, Rhonda, Quinn, Yuri, and Tommy approach you all hug in a group hug, not a final goodbye just a see you later, as they head back to the house. 

“Follow me, my beautiful wife.” Wally said ushering you out the library. You walk the halls hand in hand, and you realise you are heading back to the roof.

🔥

As soon as you and him were on the roof you crashed into his arms, Wally catching you before your both hit the floor. He picks you up in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist. The fabric of your dress making it nearly impossible for Wally to walk but he somehow made his way over to another spot on the roof that has been decorated and set up with a bed. He gently places you on your feet as you undress each other, lips only breaking apart when taking of your clothing. He then slowly lowers you on the bed and climbs on top of you. His kisses become harder, passionate, deeper. His hand roam your naked body, exploring like it’s something he’s never done before. Your hands make a mess of his hair, returning it to the scruffy dark brown hair. 

His left-hand grazes over your breast and using his fingers to squeeze your nipple making you moan, and that sound goes straight to his already harden cock. You can feel the tip lightly brushing against your aching pussy. “Wally.” You moan “Need you. In me. Now” that was like music to his ears as he sits up then, lines himself up and pushes into you. It’s slow at first. He’s making sure you are comfortable and ready before he begins. He quickly gains momentum and thrusts harder into you making your vision blurry and if you weren’t on this bed, you knew your knees would have already given out. He leans back down on top of you and kisses you again. He then trails down your neck, leaving bruises all over your collar.

Continuing to thrust into you hard, you arch your body back and close your eyes as you are already close to cumming. “Already cumming for me my love?” he whispered enough to send you over the edge. “That’s it baby. Let me feel that cum around my cock.” He muttered. Three more hard thrusts into as he cums inside of you. He tilts his head back and groans loudly.

He slowly takes his cock out of your tight pussy as he makes his way down on you. He kisses your inner thighs, slowly making his way to your pussy before his lips crash on to you making you moan out a whimper. “Such a good girl.” He mutters. He starts of slow, dragging his tongue up and down your folds before two of his fingers plunge into you and thrusts fast. His tongue matching the pace of his fingers as you cry his name. “Wally… fuck” making him go faster. You run your hand into his head and lightly tugs at his hair, making him stay there. His glorious brown eyes lock on yours as he knows you are close to cumming a second time. Two… three more thrusts of his fingers and you cum all over his fingers and in his mouth. He groans as he licks you up. You sit up on the bed and crash onto his lips, still tasting your own cum.

Not breaking apart your kiss, your hands run down his back, and you grab his butt cheeks in both your hands, so perfect and round. You can feel his dick twitch when you grab his butt. One hand still on one of his butt cheeks, you move one hand around to his throbbing dick. You start stroking his cock in your hand, teasing the tip with your tumb making him moan. You lower yourself on him and take his cock in your mouth. “Fuck baby” he whines as you continue to suck on his hard cock. He cums in a matter of moments as you lick up his juices.

Wally drops down to your level and manoeuvres you around on the bed, so you are on all fours, ass in the air as he plunges his cock into you again. Your mind is racing, and you squeeze your eyes shut, seeing stars in total euphoria. He finishes and slowly takes his cock out of you and lays down beside you. “That is certainly one way we can remember this night forever with that many orgasms” you huff slightly out of breath. He kisses you again slowly. “Told you I was going to make this the most special night of your life.” He mumbles between kisses laying back and looking up at the millions of stars that are above you. 

Part 28 Part 30 The Finale

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I LOVE A MAN IN GLASSES - AS A GLASSES WEAR

Milo Manheim 🤍

via TikTok

Bringing back the cuteness that was this interview 😍😭

└ Milo Manheim: The Puppy Interview

Please accept this stupid meme (also I have no idea what to replace girlhood with here)

Shapeshifter? - Milo Manheim

Chapter two

Summary: Milo and Auroras friendship is complicated. They act like they're together but both of them swear they're just friends. Well Aurora does. But things starts to change during the break before season 2

Playlist

Song rec - Friends by Ed Sheeran

The best mornings were the ones without alarms.

Aurora stretched lazily under the covers, savoring the warmth of her bed as sunlight filtered through the curtains. No early call times, no back-to-back interviews—just a full day off with her friends.

Her phone vibrated on the nightstand.

Kristian: Lobby in 20. We’re getting coffee first before Bug turns into a menace.

Aurora snorted, typing back a quick rude before throwing on a cozy sweater, leggings, and her favorite sneakers. When she stepped into the elevator, she could already hear their voices echoing from the lobby.

The second she stepped out, Peyton threw an arm around her shoulders.

“Look who finally decided to show up.”

“I am literally two minutes late.”

Nick grinned. “And yet, Spencer was already debating leaving without you.” Aurora shot Spencer a glare. He just shrugged, arms crossed.

“Look, Bug, if I don’t enforce some kind of schedule, these idiots will have us wandering aimlessly for hours.”

“I take offense to that,” Milo said, slinging an arm around Spencer’s shoulder. “I have great directional instincts.”

“You got lost inside a mall last week,” Sarah reminded him, adjusting the camera strap around her neck.

Milo opened his mouth, paused, then huffed. “...That mall was big.”

The group collectively laughed as they stepped outside into the crisp autumn air. The streets were already bustling—commuters rushing to work, the smell of fresh pastries wafting from nearby cafés, a street musician strumming a guitar on the sidewalk.

“Coffee first,” Kiara announced, pulling her scarf tighter around her neck. “Bug gets cranky without caffeine.”

“I do not,” Aurora argued.

Kristian and Rainbow exchanged looks. “You definitely do.”

Aurora huffed. “You guys are the worst.”

Milo grinned, bumping her shoulder. “Aw, we tease ‘cause we love you, Bug.”

Aurora rolled her eyes. “Let’s just get coffee before I start throwing hands.”

The café was warm and inviting, the scent of espresso filling the air. The group lined up at the counter, chatting casually. Aurora was already reaching for her phone to place her usual order— But before she could, Milo smoothly stepped forward.

“Medium iced vanilla latte, extra shot of espresso,” he said without hesitation, then gestured toward himself. “And a black coffee, two sugars.”

Aurora blinked.

The group immediately turned to look at her.

Kiara raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t even ask you.”

Milo just smirked. “Didn’t have to.”

Aurora stared at him, a mix of amusement and suspicion. “Have I become that predictable?”

Milo turned toward her, his smirk deepening. “Not predictable, Bug. I just pay attention.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Creepy.”

Milo chuckled, handing her the drink when it was ready. “You love me.”

Aurora took a slow, deliberate sip of her coffee. “Again Mi, the Jury’s still out.”

Spencer groaned. “You two flirt so much.”

“We’ve been saying this!” Sarah laughed

“We are not flirting,” Aurora and Milo said in unison.

The entire group rolled their eyes.

Fueled by caffeine, the group ventured into the city, stopping in every store that caught their interest.

The first stop was the thrift store Aurora and Kiara immediately made it their mission to find the ugliest sweaters possible.

“This one is atrocious,” Kiara announced, holding up a bright orange knit monstrosity with dancing reindeer.

Aurora cackled. “Milo. Try this on.”

Milo eyed the sweater warily. “That looks like something my grandma would force me to wear.”

“Exactly,” Aurora grinned, tossing it at him.

Meanwhile, Nick and Spencer were in a heated debate over a bedazzled jean jacket.

“You cannot pull this off,” Nick argued.

Spencer deadpanned. “I have kids to think about.”

“You don’t have kids.”

“You don’t know that.”

The Next stop a record store.

Sarah, ever the photographer, was snapping photos of everyone.

She caught Milo flipping through vinyl, Peyton balancing a ridiculous stack of albums, and Rainbow dramatically posing next to an old jukebox.

Aurora found a vintage Fleetwood Mac record, running her fingers over the worn cover.

Milo peered over her shoulder. “Classic Bug. Old soul.”

Aurora smirked. “I like good music, sue me.”

Sarah snapped a candid shot of them before Aurora could protest.

And then—

Sephora.

Milo groaned the second Aurora grabbed his wrist.

“No. Nope. Absolutely not.”

“Oh, yes,” Aurora said, already dragging him inside.

The others followed, highly entertained.

“You’re so dramatic,” Aurora teased, leading him toward the makeup displays.

Milo sighed. “I do not belong here.”

Aurora grinned. “Oh, you do now.”

Before he could protest, she grabbed his hand and flipped it palm-up, swiping a deep red lipstick across the back.

Milo just stared. “Did you just—”

“Yep.”

“Unbelievable.” Still, he didn’t pull away as she tested a few more shades

“You know they have paper swatches for this, right?”

She shrugged “where’s the fun in that?”

Milo smirked “so you just wanted an excuse to hold my hand?”

Aurora paused, Narrowing her eyes “do you ever stop?”

He grinned. “Not when it comes to you.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“It’s okay I know your game, Bug.” She rolled her eyes fighting the urge to shove him.

Rainbow, watching, started humming “Unwritten”.

Milo immediately joined in. “FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN—”

Spencer groaned. “I swear to god, you two—”

It only got worse from there.

Milo and Rainbow started singing everything anyone said that reminded them of a song.

At one point, Peyton said, “We should grab a drink after this,” and Milo immediately launched into “bartender” by akon

By the time they left, Milo’s hand was covered in makeup swatches, and Spencer looked one second away from putting them all in time-out.

A small group of fans spotted them on the street.

“Milo! Aurora!”

Milo lit up immediately, turning toward them with a grin. “Hey, guys!”Aurora stepped back, watching as he immediately pulled them in for hugs.

“You guys having a good day?” he asked, voice warm and familiar, like he knew them.

A girl in a lavender sweater beamed. “This just made it way better.”

“D’awww,” Milo cooed, ruffling her hair. “You guys are too sweet.”

Aurora watched as he took selfies, signed things, and—of course—kissed one girl on the cheek, making her squeal.

Aurora shook her head. “You’re so ridiculous.”

Milo turned to her, still grinning. “Hey, don’t be jealous, Bug.”

One of the fans giggled. “You guys are such cute friends.”

Milo smirked. “Hear that? We’re cute.”

Aurora groaned. “Come on, Loverboy.”

After hours of wandering through thrift shops, record stores, and makeup aisles, the group found themselves standing at a crosswalk, the neon lights of the city casting a warm glow over them.

“I refuse to let this day end without a drink,” Nick declared, stretching his arms over his head. “We deserve a little celebration.”

Spencer checked his watch. “One drink. Then we all get some actual sleep.”

Milo smirked. “Look at you, Dad Mode activated.”

Spencer just rolled his eyes. “Someone has to be responsible.”

“Do they?” Peyton teased.

Sarah nudged Aurora. “What do you say, Bug? One drink?”

Aurora, still buzzing from the day, grinned. “Let’s do it.”

They ended up in a cozy little bar tucked between two towering buildings, the kind of place that wasn’t too loud but still had a steady hum of conversation and low music playing in the background. Edison bulbs hung from the ceiling, casting a golden glow over the dark wooden bar top.

Milo leaned against the counter, flashing the bartender his usual easygoing smile. “Alright, what’s everyone having?”

Orders started flying in—Spencer with his standard whiskey neat, Rainbow with a fruity cocktail, Kiara and Kristian opting for classic gin and tonics.

When it got to Aurora, she barely had time to open her mouth before Milo spoke up.

“She’ll have a spiced rum and coke.”

Aurora blinked. “Okay, seriously, how do you just know these things?”

Milo gave her a lazy grin. “Like I said earlier—I pay attention.”

Kiara smirked. “That’s a little suspicious.”

Milo winked at Aurora. “Maybe I’m just invested in Bug’s well-being.”

Aurora groaned. “You’re insufferable.”

Milo lifted his glass. “And yet, you’re still here.”

Nick raised his drink. “Alright, to chaotic friendships, successful press tours, and not getting lost in a mall again.” Milo pointedly avoided eye contact. Glasses clinked, and for a moment, everything just felt easy. No cameras, no schedules—just them, laughing, reminiscing, and enjoying the simple comfort of being together.

At some point, Aurora and Peyton got distracted by a dog sitting outside the window.

“Oh my god,” Payton gasped. “That puppy is so cute.”

Aurora practically melted against the bar. “Look at his little face.”

Kristian sighed. “That’s it. We’re never leaving.”

Meanwhile, Milo and Rainbow were still turning every casual statement into a song.

Spencer, exhausted, pinched the bridge of his nose. “If you two sing one more time—”

Rainbow smirked. “Oh no, guys, Spencer’s mad.”

Milo, without missing a beat, started singing “Mad” by Ne-Yo.

“So both of us are Mad for nothing!” He sung

Spencer groaned.

By the time they finished their drinks, the group was just tipsy enough to be giggly but not enough to make getting back to the hotel a struggle.

Milo, ever the gentleman (or so he claimed), offered Aurora his arm as they stepped out into the chilly night air.

“Shall we, Bug?”

Aurora rolled her eyes but took it anyway. “You are so dramatic.”

Milo grinned. “And yet, we’re still best friends.”

She didn’t respond.

But she also didn’t let go.

Back at the hotel, the group split off to their respective rooms, exhausted but still buzzing from the day. Aurora sighed, kicking off her shoes as she stepped into her room, only to hear a knock at her door before she even had a chance to sit down.

She didn’t even have to ask who it was.

With a knowing smirk, she swung the door open. “Couldn’t survive five minutes without me?”

Milo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, that familiar grin tugging at his lips. “Busted. What can I say? I need my daily dose of Bug time.”

Aurora rolled her eyes still took his hand to head to his room knowing he’d drag her there at some point eventually.

“Also,” he added, flopping down dramatically onto his bed, “I figured we should probably eat before we pass out. What’s the move? Room service or takeout?”

Aurora stretched, glancing at the bedside clock. “Room service takes forever. Takeout?”

Milo pulled out his phone, already scrolling. “Okay, what are we feeling? Pizza? Sushi? Burgers?”

Aurora flopped onto the bed beside him, peering at his screen. “Mmm… Chinese?”

Milo smirked. “You always go for Chinese.”

“Because it’s elite.”

Milo chuckled. “Fine, fine. What’s your order?”

Aurora didn’t even get a chance to answer before Milo tapped on the screen.

“Sesame chicken, extra sauce, fried rice, and an egg roll.”

She blinked. “Okay, you seriously need to stop memorizing my orders.”

Milo just wiggled his eyebrows. “Admit it. You’re impressed.”

Aurora grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. “Creeped out is more like it.”

Milo laughed, shielding himself. “Hey! It’s not creepy! I just pay attention.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Aurora muttered, but she was smiling.

They finished ordering, and while they waited, Milo rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow.

“So. Highlight of the day?”

Aurora thought for a moment. “Probably taking you into Sephora and using your hand as a makeup palette. That was very satisfying.”

Milo held up his hand, which still had faint traces of swatches. “You ruined me.”

“Oh, please. You liked it.”

Milo smirked. “I liked you holding my hand, sure.”

Aurora groaned, shoving his face away. “You cannot be serious this late at night.”

Milo just grinned. “What about you? Favorite moment?

Milo exhaled, staring up at the ceiling for a second. Then he looked at her, softer this time. “Honestly? Probably when we met those fans. I love how excited they get. Makes all the crazy stuff worth it.”

Aurora smiled. “You are kind of a golden retriever when it comes to them.”

Milo scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“You just—” Aurora gestured vaguely at him. “You love people. Like, really love them. You go all in, full hugs, cheek kisses, the whole thing. It’s kinda cute.”

Milo wiggled his brows. “You think I’m cute?”

Aurora groaned. “I walked into that one.”

He chuckled, nudging her shoulder. “You make it too easy, Bug.”

“And yes Mi, you’re cute.”

Before he could retaliate, a knock sounded at the door.

Milo hopped up. “Food’s here!”

He grabbed the bags from the delivery guy and plopped back onto the bed, setting the containers between them.

They dug in immediately, Aurora stealing an egg roll from Milo’s container without hesitation.

Milo gasped, clutching his chest. “Betrayal.”

Aurora took a slow, exaggerated bite. “You love me anyway.”

Milo rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, watching some random late-night TV show on the hotel screen. At some point, Aurora pulled a blanket over her lap, leaning against the headboard.

Milo nudged her knee with his. “Tired?”

Aurora yawned, stretching. “A little. It’s been a long day.”

Milo reached over, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Wanna sleep?”

Aurora sighed. “Mmm. But I should probably get back to my room.”

Milo didn’t move, just watched her for a second before shaking his head. “Nah. Just crash here.”

Aurora hesitated, glancing at him. “You sure?”

Milo gave her a lazy grin. “Yeah, Rora. I don’t mind.”

Aurora rolled her eyes but settled deeper into the pillows.

Milo grabbed the remote, lowering the volume. “Sleep well, bug.”

And for once, she didn’t argue.

—

The soft light of morning filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Aurora’s eyes fluttered open, the warmth of the blanket surrounding her feeling comforting and familiar. She shifted slightly, but something didn’t feel quite right.

It took her a moment to realize why—there was an arm wrapped securely around her waist.

Her first instinct was to freeze. But as her mind caught up with the situation, she slowly turned her head, heart skipping a beat as she realized why she felt so secure. Milo’s face was inches from hers, his head resting on the pillow next to hers. His arm was draped over her, his body tangled up with hers in a way that should’ve felt awkward but instead felt completely natural.

Aurora's chest tightened for a moment.

But the warmth of Milo’s body next to hers was too comforting, too calming. She slowly breathed in, feeling his steady breaths against her cheek. He was sound asleep, his face relaxed, his lips barely parted in a peaceful expression that was a far cry from his usual playful, teasing grin. She felt the beat of his heart beneath her skin, their bodies still intertwined in a way that felt more intimate than anything they’d shared before.

Her breath caught, and for a long moment, Aurora just laid there, her body still, trying to process everything without waking him. She could hear the soft rhythm of his breathing, the way his arm tightened around her waist every time she shifted slightly.

She should move. She should get up and slide out of his embrace. But the way his body held onto hers so effortlessly made it hard to pull away.

There was something about waking up like this—so close, so tangled with him—that felt different. There were no cameras, no fans, no schedule looming over them. Just this quiet morning, the weight of the world momentarily gone.

Aurora tried to adjust, but as she did, Milo groaned softly in his sleep, his grip tightening around her waist instinctively. His lips brushed against her hair, a soft exhale slipping from him.

Aurora couldn’t help but smile at the softness of it all. She had never imagined waking up like this, not with Milo. They had their playful moments, their teasing banter, but this—this was different.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Milo shifted slightly, blinking sleepily as his eyes cracked open. For a brief moment, there was only silence.

Then his eyes met hers, still blurry with sleep, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Morning, Bug,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

Aurora’s breath hitched, her heart racing even though she tried to remain casual. She swallowed, a slight blush creeping up her neck. “Morning,” she replied softly.

There was a beat of silence, just the two of them in this tiny bubble of quiet. Neither one moved to pull away. Neither one seemed to want to.

Finally, Milo blinked again, his voice teasing despite the grogginess. “So… this is what it looks like when you actuallyfall asleep on me, huh?”

Aurora laughed softly, her fingers lightly grazing the back of his hand where it rested on her side. “Or maybe you just can’t stay away from me?.”

Milo smirked. “Uh-huh. Sure, Bug. Keep telling yourself that.”But his tone was soft, his thumb gently brushing across her skin.

Aurora stared at him for a moment, and she could see it—the way his eyes were a little more vulnerable than usual, the way he seemed more real, more present in a way that felt different from their usual back-and-forth.

For a moment, she felt the tension rise between them. A question hung in the air, unspoken but understood. Was this just a moment of vulnerability? A one-off slip-up, or was it something more?

But before she could say anything, Milo gently pulled her closer, as if he couldn’t help himself. He tucked his face into her hair, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Stay for a while, s’last day I’m gonna see you for at least a month,” he said, and for a fleeting moment, there was a quiet softness to him that Aurora wasn’t sure how to handle.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she let herself fall into the comfort of his arms, allowing the stillness of the morning to wash over her.

“Don’t remind me.”

MILO MANHEIM as ZED NECRODOPOLIS ↳ ZOMBIES 3 (2022)

SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW AT 2AM! WHO SAID HE COULD BE THIS FUCKING GORGEOUS?!

He’s is sexy omg his voice near the end THOSE RUNSSS

This made my hole weak… oops I mean, this made my whole week

"Oh, shit! No way. David Bowie. Y'all! We are so back." "Wally came up with this. Makes us do it at every reunion." School Spirits s02e06: Ghost Pointe Blank

Shapeshifter? - Milo Manheim

Chapter one

Summary: Milo and Auroras friendship is complicated. They act like they’re together but both of them swear they’re just friends. Well Aurora does. But things starts to change during the break before season 2

Playlist

Song rec: The downtown lights • The Blue Nile

———

The press tour had been a whirlwind—city after city, interview after interview—but today felt different. Maybe it was the exhaustion settling in, or maybe it was the way Milo kept looking at Aurora like she was the most fascinating thing in the room. This wasn’t new though, he always looked at her like she hung the moon and stars just for him.

They were in a bright, modern studio, seated on a plush semi-circle couch for one of the many press segments lined up for the day. A coffee table sat in front of them, scattered with cue cards and bottles of water. The energy was still high despite the long hours, everyone laughing and joking in between takes.

The interviewer, a woman with a warm smile and an easygoing demeanor, leaned forward, holding up a stack of cards. "Alright, we're going to play a quick game of Who's Most Likely To? You guys ready?"

The cast responded with various murmurs of excitement, stretching and settling in. Aurora tucked one leg underneath her, brushing her fingers through her hair as she glanced at Milo beside her. He was sitting relaxed, an arm draped over the back of the couch, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

"Okay," the interviewer began, “Hi I’m here with the cast of school spirts and today we’re going to be playing who’s most likely!”

“Hi, I’m Peyton and I play Maddie!”

“Hi I’m nick and I play Charlie!”

“Hi I’m Aurora also known as Bug and I play Tilly.”

“Hi I’m Sarah and I play Ronda!”

“And I’m Milo Manheim and I play Wally!”

The group went through there introductions for the video before the interviewer continued by reading the first card. "Who's most likely to break character during a serious scene?"

Three hands pointed at Nick without hesitation.

"Oh, come on!" he groaned, throwing his hands up.

"Listen, buddy," Aurora said, grinning. "I love you, but we’ve all had to re-shoot scenes because of you."

"That one time—"

"Multiple times," Milo cut in, smirking. The group laughed as Nick shook his head in defeat.

The interviewer pulled another card. "Who's most likely to show up late to set?"

There was a brief pause before Aurora hesitantly raised her own hand, wincing playfully.

"See, I want to argue," Milo said, tilting his head, "but I can’t."

"Okay, in my defense—" Aurora started.

"There is no defense," Sarah teased. "You just suck at waking up early."

The next few questions sparked more laughter and playful accusations.

"Who's most likely to get lost in a new city?"

"Peyton," Aurora and Milo said in unison.

"Wow. Betrayal." Peyton said with her hand on her chest with fake hurt

"Who's most likely to cry during a movie?"

Aurora immediately pointed at herself, and Milo raised a hand, too.

"Wait, you cry during movies?" she asked, nudging him.

"Sometimes," he admitted. "I’m a sensitive man."

Aurora grinned. "Good to know."

The next card was read aloud. "Who's most likely to brighten everyone's day without even trying?"

Milo barely hesitated before turning toward Aurora. "Bug. No question."

The playful atmosphere shifted just slightly, the laughter dying down as Aurora blinked at him, caught off guard. "What?"

"You just…you have this way of making everything feel lighter," he said, his voice sincere. "Like, even when we're exhausted or filming a really tough scene, you always find a way to make us laugh or keep us going."

There was a collective aww from the group, and Aurora felt warmth creep up her neck. She met his eyes, offering a soft smile. "That’s really sweet."

Milo just shrugged, but there was a hint of something behind his usual easygoing expression—something almost shy.

By mid-afternoon, Aurora’s throat was dry from talking so much, and a small cough escaped her. Before she could even reach for her own drink, Milo was already holding out his water bottle.

She hesitated for just a second before taking it, their fingers brushing lightly. "Thanks."

He gave a small nod, watching as she took a sip.

“Who’s most likely to have the best playlist?”

“Mi! 100% there’s a reason why I get him to drive me home everyday from set!” Aurora said enthusiastically

“What kinda songs do you have?” The interviewer asked

“Oh I got everything! Lizzy, Sabrina, Taylor, Kendrick, the weekend all the good stuff!” Milo listed artist off as he scrolled through his playlist

“The amount of times I’ve caught these two in bugs trailer screaming cruel summer is unreal!” Peyton said as the group laughed

“Taylor is an icon we can’t help it!” Milo said holding his hand up in defence

By the time they wrapped for the day, everyone was drained. Despite that, they decided to head out for dinner together. After a full day of sightseeing with their co-stars, Aurora and Milo found themselves walking side by side, a little behind the rest of the group. The city lights shimmered above them, and the streets buzzed with life.

“You hungry?” Milo asked, glancing down at her.

Aurora gave him a look. “Milo, when am I not hungry?”

He grinned, nudging her with his shoulder. “Fair point.”

The restaurant was tucked away on a quiet street, warm and inviting, with dim lighting and the rich scent of garlic and spices filling the air. The cast had been on their feet all day—filming interviews, sightseeing, and navigating through the city crowds—but somehow, the energy was still high as they slid into their seats around a long table in the center of the dining room.

Aurora found herself seated between Milo and Sarah, with Nick and the others across from them. The table was already scattered with menus and glasses of water, condensation trickling down the sides.

A waiter approached, and the group wasted no time in ordering—pasta, steak, seafood, and enough appetizers to feed a small army.

“Okay, so who decided we needed three different kinds of bread?” Eli asked, raising an eyebrow at the selection of baskets in the middle of the table.

“That would be me,” Aurora said, reaching for a slice. “And you’re welcome.”

Milo smirked beside her. “That’s why she’s the smartest one here.”

Aurora elbowed him playfully. “See? Someone appreciates my genius.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m very appreciative,” Milo said, leaning in just slightly. His voice dropped, just for her. “You always know exactly what I need.”

She shot him a look, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up her neck. “Behave.”

He grinned. “Where’s the fun in that?” Across the table, Peyton rolled her eyes.

“Can you two not flirt for like, five minutes?”

Aurora huffed. “We are not flirting.”

Nick snorted. “Oh, you absolutely are.”

Milo just shrugged, completely unbothered. “What can I say? She brings it out of me.”

Aurora groaned, covering her face. “I hate all of you.” Laughter rippled through the group as the appetizers arrived, and soon, everyone was too busy digging into the food to tease her any further.

“Okay, but seriously,” Sarah said between bites. “Best moment of the press tour so far?”

“Oh, easy,” Nick said. “Milo tripping over a mic cord right before we went live.”

Milo groaned, tossing a piece of bread at him. “I told you not to bring that up.”

Aurora laughed, nudging him with her knee. “To be fair, that was pretty iconic.”

He turned to her, eyes narrowing playfully. “You laughed at me.”

“I did not—”

“You absolutely did.”

Aurora bit her lip, fighting a smile. “Okay, fine. Maybe a little.”

Milo shook his head. “Unbelievable. And here I thought you were on my side.”

Aurora placed a hand over her heart, feigning sincerity. “I am on your side. I just also really enjoy seeing you suffer.”

He leaned in again, his voice low. “You enjoy seeing me suffer, huh?” There was something in his tone—something teasing, but also…something else. Something that sent a flicker of warmth down her spine.

She cleared her throat, reaching for her drink. “Shut up and eat your pasta, Milo.”

Milo just smirked, clearly pleased with himself.

The conversation flowed easily as the meal continued—stories from set, embarrassing moments, inside jokes that only made sense to them. Aurora found herself laughing more than she had in days, the exhaustion from earlier fading into the background.

“Wine?” he asked, already reaching for the menu.

Aurora smirked. “Are you trying to impress me?”

“Depends,” he said, flashing a slow, lazy grin. “Is it working?”

She pretended to study her menu, ignoring the way her stomach flipped. “Jury’s still out.”

Conversation with him as easy, effortless, full of teasing and laughter. Milo was in full charm mode—leaning in just a little too close when he asked her opinion on something, stealing bites of her food like it was his right, throwing in the occasional wink just to see her roll her eyes.

“You do realize you have your own meal, right?” Aurora asked as Milo plucked another fry from her plate.

“Yeah, but yours tastes better.

She huffed. “That is objectively not true.”

He smirked. “Bet you just like the attention.”

She pointed a fry at him. “You are so lucky you’re funny.” Milo laughed, and damn it, she liked the sound of it.

At some point, dessert arrived—a rich, chocolatey something that non of them technically had room for, but Milo insisted on ordering anyway.

Aurora picked up her spoon, but before she could take a bite, Milo reached over, dragging his own spoon through the dessert before holding it up to her lips.

“Open up, princess,” he said, eyes full of mischief.

She gave him a deadpan look. “You did not just call me that.”

He wiggled the spoon slightly. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

With an exasperated sigh, she leaned forward, letting him feed her the bite. The second the flavor hit her tongue, she closed her eyes, humming in approval.

When she opened them, Milo was watching her. His gaze had darkened just a fraction, and the playful smirk on his lips softened into something else entirely.

“Good?” he asked, his voice lower now.

Aurora swallowed. “Yeah.”

For a moment, they just…looked at each other. The restaurant bustled around them, but all she could focus on was the heat in his eyes, the way his fingers toyed absentmindedly with the edge of his napkin, like he was holding himself back.

Then, as quickly as the moment arrived, Milo leaned back, grinning again. “Told you we needed dessert.” Aurora let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Nick groaned. “Oh my God, just date already.”

Aurora nearly choked on her drink. “Excuse me?!”

Milo, meanwhile, just smirked, twirling his fork in his pasta. “Patience, Nick. We’ve gotta keep the slow burn going.”

Aurora turned to glare at him. “I hate you.”

He grinned. “No, you don’t.”

She kicked him under the table.

He winked.

And just like that, the night carried on, filled with good food, endless laughter, and just a little more flirting than Aurora cared to admit.

By the time they made it back to the hotel, exhaustion fully hit. Aurora sighed as they walked through the lobby, reaching down to slip her heels off.

"I think my feet have officially given up," she mumbled.

Milo glanced down, shaking his head. "Why do you do this to yourself?"

"Fashion over function."

Without another word, he crouched slightly. "C'mon."

She frowned. "What—"

"Get on," he said, giving her a pointed look. "I’m not letting you limp up the stairs."

Aurora hesitated, but the dull ache in her feet made the decision for her. With a quiet sigh, she climbed onto his back, arms draping around his shoulders.

"You’re ridiculous," she muttered, but there was a smile in her voice.

"That’s what I’ve been told," he replied, adjusting his grip.

When they reached her door, she climbed down with a relieved sigh, stretching out her legs. "You’re officially my hero."

"I accept that title."

Instead of heading to his own room, Milo lingered for a bit. She unlocked her door and glanced at Milo, who was leaning against the wall next to her.

“You tired?” she asked.

Milo shrugged. “Nah. You?”

She hesitated.

He caught onto it immediately. “You want me to stay,” he teased.

“I didn’t say that.”

He smirked. “Didn’t have to.” With an exaggerated sigh, she stepped aside, holding the door open for him.

“Fine. But if you fall asleep on my couch, I’m kicking you out.”

Milo walked in like he owned the place, collapsing onto her couch with a dramatic groan. “God, I love being right.”

Aurora grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and tossed it at him. “Hydrate, ego boy.”

He caught it easily, cracking it open. “You should probably listen to your own advice, Miss ‘I Forget to Drink Water Until I Have a Headache.’”She rolled her eyes but took a sip of her own water anyway.

They fell into an easy rhythm—flipping through channels, scrolling through their phones, laughing at stupid memes. At one point, Milo leaned over, resting his chin on her shoulder to see what she was looking at.

“What’s that?”

Aurora didn’t even flinch at his proximity anymore. “Just pictures from today. Oh, look.” She turned the screen to show him a candid someone had taken of them when they were doing portraits of each other in a buzz-feed interview and she’d lent over smudging paint on his nose.

Milo smirked. “Proof that you treat me like a human canvas.”

“You let me do it,” she pointed out

“Maybe I just like being touched by you.”

The words were so casual, so effortlessly flirty, that it took her a second to process them.

Her heart did a stupid little flip.

“Milo—”

He stretched out, resting an arm along the back of the couch behind her. “Relax, princess. I’m just messing with you.”

She huffed. “I hate you.”

He grinned. “No, you don’t.”

He wasn’t wrong.

The longer they sat there, the heavier Aurora’s eyelids became. At some point, she shifted, curling into the couch, her head resting against Milo’s shoulder without much thought.

Milo froze for half a second before exhaling softly, his fingers brushing lightly against her arm.

“You’re getting sleepy, huh?” he murmured.

“Mmm,” was all she managed in response.

Eventually, he stood, stretching. "I should probably let you sleep."

Aurora stifled a yawn, nodding. "Yeah, probably."

But as he reached the door, she hesitated. "Hey, Milo?"

He turned back. "Yeah bug?"

She smiled, softer this time. "Thanks. For earlier. And for, you know…everything."

His gaze held hers for a moment before he gave a small nod. "Anytime, Aurora."

MILO MANHEIM in SCHOOL SPIRITS

my favorite pastime is looking at pictures of milo on pinterest

i want to make this man a father

Me every time I look at Milo Manheim

The End

Wally Clark x Reader

Two people died on September 23rd, 1983. One laid out on a football field before hundreds of people, and the other left behind on the cold floor of the boy's locker room.

Word Count: 1.7k

Tags: Sexual assault, semi-graphic depictions of SA, including: almost direct aftermath, reader is naked in the beginning, mentions of blood, and implied loss of virginity via SA, flashback to SA; death, reader's death is overlooked, ANGST

Characters: Wally Clark, Reader, Dalton (OC)

Read it on AO3!

A/N: The Doors title. Hey ya'll. I cannot believe the love I've been getting on this page, and it's driving me past my writer's block more than anything. With school starting, I can feel the academic anxiety kicking in, but I use my writing as a coping method when I can. This story has very intense topics (as stated in the tags) and is not meant to idealize any topics in any way. This was inspired by @general-fanfiction's Hopes and Fears series (GO READ IT RN), and @whoopsyeahokay's October Sun series (ALSO GO READ IT RN). If this story is well received, or I just feel the urge to, I'll probably turn it into a series (bc this sucks as a one-shot). As always, please heed the warnings, and read only if you're comfortable.

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Blood was everywhere.

It slid down your legs and dribbled onto the cold floor of the locker room. Every inch of your skin felt like it was too tight for your bones, and all you wanted to do was reach down your throat and rip out your heart.

Copper flooded your mouth. The tang brushed against the back of your chattering teeth, and all you could think about was how you wanted to crawl to the nearby shower and let it run until one of the coaches found you and dragged you out.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Move. You told yourself. All of your limbs ached. Nothing felt real.

You didn’t want this to be real.

It was supposed to be kind. Gentle. An act out of pure love.

Standing up proved to be hard, and it was like no one was able to hear you screaming out for help. Filtered out by the people flooding the halls, hustling to the big homecoming game going on that night.

The tiled walls provided little help as you brought yourself to a standing position, walking slowly as you felt your feet brush against the pile of your shoes, pants, and underwear on the floor. The touch stopped your heart, breaking a new tier of hate and regret across your body.

He said he loved me.

You turned on the shower, cranking the knob to the hottest setting, knowing that the water wouldn’t get anywhere near warm. Water slid harshly over your body, and you felt it pelt against spots of dried blood on your thighs.

You wished you never come to this stupid football game.

You wished you weren’t as ignorant, or as gullible, or as love-blind as you had been in the past three months.

You wished you never met him.

His face felt bitter and sharp in your head, poking and prodding, as if trying to stick the memory of his hands on you for eternity.

Time passed irregularly, no one came in or out of the locker room, and you were sure that the football game had to have reached its end by all of the cheering and yelling you heard outside.

After using all of the hot water in the gym wing, you slowly walked to the lines of lockers, trying even glimpsing in the direction of your clothes. tried to open every locker until one popped open, revealing a pair of grey sweatpants, a sweatshirt, a muscle tank, blue gym shorts, and a matching varsity jacket with #57 stitched on the arm.

You grabbed the matching sweatsuit, balling it in your arms and silently apologizing to the boy you’d never return the clothing to.

He probably won’t even notice, you told yourself.

You turned the corner around a line of lockers and you could swear you were going crazy. A bare foot poked out from behind the last line of lockers, limply tilted against your pile of clothes, painted a chipped wine red.

You blinked hard, looking down at your own chipped wine-red toes, and you clutched the clothing you stole to your naked body. The cotton was soft compared to the cold tile bracing against your feet, and you brought your eyes to look back to the pile of clothing on the floor.

Bile pooled at the back of your mouth as you hesitantly stepped closer to the foot that hadn’t disappeared. You’re going crazy, you told yourself, but the more and more you stared at the limp, pale body - your limp, pale body - whose features were more of a brutal mass than a face, the less it was going away.

You barely made it past the urinals and into an open stall before you dry-heaved into a toilet.

You were dead.

You couldn’t be.

As you zipped up the stolen hoodie and sweatpants, you tried to remember it all. Kissing under the bleachers before the game, him asking you to come with him while he grabbed something from his gym locker.

Every agonizing second you asked him to stop, to stop pressing you into the lockers because one of the locks was digging into your back; his decrepit hands sliding at your waistline, pushing and prodding past the fabric of your clothes.

Nothing would come up from your stomach.

Could ghosts vomit? You asked yourself, slowly standing to your feet and walking back over to your dead body.

Conversations started to flood the hallway, every muscle in your body coming briefly to attention before you flew out the door and screamed into the rushing crowd of students.

“Hello?” You called out, reaching your arm into the crowd, only to watch it get run through like something out of Star Wars.

Your body became hot, and even though you knew deep down that no one could see you, you pushed your tears back down your choking throat and felt your cheeks heat up with shame.

You walked into the crowd, who was thinning out the further you got from the hallway. Your body tensed for a moment, seeing the lights of police cars and ambulances pulling up to the school. Expecting to see the paramedics rushing toward your body, you waited for them to split the crowd, to start heading toward the school, but they were bolting the other way.

Straight toward the football field.

This school has to be fucking cursed.

One of the players was splayed out on the field, his head gently being lifted as paramedics were tugging his helmet off his head. The football team from whatever school yours was playing against was sitting on the bench, whispering and pointing to another one of their players who was talking to a police officer further down the field.

57.

The number sewn on the jacket hanging among the clothes you stole stood out against the dark blue of the player’s helmet. People gasped and a woman cried out as the paramedic set the helmet aside, revealing the face of the school’s resident golden boy; a dark bruise crawled up his neck, and his mouth guard slid between his lips as his limp head hung unnaturally over his shoulder.

You walked closer, straight through the forming line of police officers, and looked into the field. At the edge of the bleachers, waving his arms around and yelling into a silent group of people, stood Wally Clark.

Wally Clark is dead.

Just like I am.

You took off running, the activity coming easier to you when you were alive.

Alive.

“Wally!” You called out, and the football player snapped his body to your voice, his eyes wide and seeming relieved that someone was talking to him.

You stopped, resting your hands on your hips as he hopped down from the bleachers.

“What’s happening? Why- why is no one talking to me? What did I do?” He asked, skipping the formalities. He came to stand on the field before you, the football gear he was wearing sending a rush of debilitating shame through your body.

You faltered for a moment, his face flashing in your eyes before you rubbed your face back to reality.

“You didn’t do anything, Wally.” You managed to push out, pushing your eyes anywhere but on him.

“Then what is happening? I feel like I’m going crazy, one minute I’m running with the ball, and boom- I’m at the bleachers, trying to get my mother to talk to me and she won’t even look up at me. I know she’s pissed at me about going on the bench, but I mean I got back in the game, and now I’m guessing coach is pissed at me on insisting to get back in and-”

“You’re dead.” You cut off his rambling, forcing yourself to meet his face without looking away after a second, “I mean, I think we’re both dead.”

First, he smiled. Like what you said was some kind of joke. After you said nothing, he started toward the sidewalk, where his mother was now alongside a stretcher being lifted into an ambulance. You could see the tears on her face from where you were, each step you followed Wally, the easier it was to see her sorrow.

Then, as he was following his mother, he suddenly was gone, like he was plucked off the Earth by God himself.

That was until you turned to see him standing on the football field, right where his body was previously lying, tugging at the roots of his hair.

You hovered your foot, leveraging that if you stood on the sidewalk, you would be slingshotted back to the men’s locker room.

You decided to trust your gut and instead talked to Wally.

“I can’t be dead, I mean, that would mean you’re dead, and I literally saw you in the hallway this morning,” Wally said as he paced in a small area before you, “and I know for sure that I saw you because you were hanging around Dalton’s locker, which was weird because everyone on the team thought he had some college girl or something he was hanging out with-”

You didn’t register some of the words he was saying, instead you tried to control your thoughts from ripping you back to your last moments on earth at his name.

“-I mean, do you even know how crazy this sounds?”

You took in a shaky breath, wiping your hands over your face to poorly conceal any emotions that unwillingly spread onto your features, “Yeah, but that’s the thing, Wally. I am dead.”

Saying you were dead for the first time out loud was a lot heavier than you thought it would be.

You’re pretty sure that if the insanity of Wally being killed hadn’t overridden your brain, you would be somewhere huddled up and screaming for some greater power to give you eternal rest.

“What? That’s not possible, I mean, the people you were here with would’ve noticed you were gone. Dalton would’ve noticed you were gone.”

You didn’t want to give his name as much power as you did, but your body tightened up hearing it. You didn’t correct him, instead opting to stare at the dark woods on the far end of the field, your eyes burning once more.

“Y/N,” you were a little surprised that he knew your name, and even more when he stood in front of you with the most gentle expression you’d ever seen, “what happened after school? How did you die?”

When the sun falls - Zed Necrodopolis x Reader

I am so sad one of my biggest comfort character doesn't have much fanfiction to honor him, so I'll try to work myself to fufill my desire and make some of you guys happy ! I am quite not satisfied with what I did, but I've spend so much time on it that it must be published now. (and why are the dialogue with the childhood friend better written than the actual overall fic???) Please do not hesitate to leave prompts or ideas you could have for future fanfictions, I'll gladly read them and write !

English is not my native language, I appologies for any grammar or other mistakes ! Don't hesitate to tell me for future work. Idea from Creative Writing Prompts My Masterlist

No warnings, just highschoolers being highschoolers.

Word count : 2.6k

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. It was when the sun made his smile a little bit brighter that you realised, Zed Necrodopolis was indeed making your heart beat faster.

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You had taken the habbit of spending time near the football field when school's days were over, not wanting to go home the second the bell rung. Your childhood friend being a player in the seabrook team made it easier to find an excuse as why you were always near the team of shrimps. It became usual for the group of boys to see you, always sitting on the highest bleacher, reading a book or scrolling on your phone when words were too much to bear after a full day of eyeing them on the school board.

Maybe, you sometimes left your eyes wander, watching the jocks run all over the field, tossing balls, and screaming excitedly at each others. It was funny at times, even when you were secretly praying that one of those balls would never have the secret need to kiss your face.

Today wasn't the day you would get hit by a ball, but it was the day your eyes decided that a green haired boy was more interesting than your romance book about a super-hero and the girl he'll never have. Zed was the kind of guy that was easy to get along with. You both weren't close friends strictly speaking, but James, your childhood friend, made it easier to speak to the zombie. Conversations flowed safely when you two spoke, even when James was between you two, trying to feed conversations, hoping he'll get the two of you to become besties and hang out more with him. He was an optimist, something that really brought light to your life since a young age.

Your head was resting on your backpack, your body fully lying on the bleacher seating as the few last minutes of practice were almost over. Your hand hanging down was careful not to touch the ground, there was no way your skin was going to touch something long forgotten by a dirty student. Your eyes attentively followed Zed's green hair like he was the only guy you knew amongs the teenagers. Surely because he was the most noticeable, you had told yourself. Sometimes it hits you, why Zed was so popular amongs the folks in Seabrook. He was the first zombie who got his kind accepted by the humans, he was a good football captain and player. And now that his relationship with Addison ended a few months ago... It was safe to say that girls became a bit more aware of his charms. It would be a lie to say you've never noticed how handsome he looked, you just choose to ignore it, most of the time.

"Hey (L/n) !" Hearing your last name, you let your eyes drift lower to find the blond hair of James calling you with the biggest smile. Waiting down the bleachers, he breathed like he just ran twenty times the field. "Careful there, I can see you drowling from over here."

His voice was loud enought to reach your ears, and loud enought to catch the other boys attentions. He chuckled and a few players followed his humour with amused smiles, catching your attention. You narrowed your eyes, both slightly embarassed and annoyed that he had to call you out in front of all his teammates. You automatically stand up, picking your bag in one, strong hand, and made your way to him down the bleachers, already knowing that practice was over.

"Nice try James, I was just watching if your skills in football were better than mine." Switching you bag from your hand to your shoulder, you defended yourself with the tiniest amused smile, guiding his attention to anything else than you eyeing the captain of his team.

"Oh really ? What do you think then, did I improve myself ?" He asked, his joke long forgotten.

"Not really. You are not even reaching 10% of my football skills." Your smile grew wider as you made fun of him.

"Yeah yeah of course, how about we take that to the fi-"

"Hey James, time to take a shower buddy." You did not notice Zed approaching the two of you, only letting your eyes on him when he stood next to your friend and made his presence known. His elbow nudged James's, earning a scoff from him.

"I was going to, but I still need to take care of the lady remember ?" He moved his finger close to his temple, reminding him of your presence and how important you were.

"Oh I can take care of that, because it smells like death here." He waved his hand in front of his nose, making you chuckle against your will.

James tapped Zed's shoulder, turning himself to leave.

"Look who's talking Necrodopolis." He shook his head, looking at you. "I'll wait for you at the entrance." He then waved later to you, and you did too, smiling at his body leaving in direction of the locker room.

"Looks like you got rid of him." You now looked at Zed, your smile still full of playfulness. His eyes didn't lose time to search yours, raising slightly his head due to you still being on the bleacher stairs. You could have a better look at him this way, and didn't have to raise your head like you usually did. "Was my plan that obvious ?" He added to your teasing with a smile of his own, his body weight shifting on his left foot.

"Totally, I could see you wracking your brain from the football field, wondering how you would get to talk to me without James third wheeling." Funny flirty banter was your thing, whether you used it to smooth the atmosphere or to hint a slight interest. And in Zed's case... Well... You did admit to yourself that he was gorgeous.

"And I could see you staring, didn't know you had a thing for jocks." However, it was less of your thing when a charming boy used the same tricks as you. Zed's words made your cheeks grew pink, something you could easily blame to be the evening sun's fault.

"Just watching you boys play, it's pretty interesting sometimes."

"Only sometimes ?" He raised an amused eyebrow.

"Only sometimes."

"Too bad, I thought the team captain had caught your attention. You know, the handsome player with green hair." He attempted, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Really ? You're the team captain ? Since when ?" You let your face paint itself with a false air of surprise, playing more and more with the jokes he lets you have fun with.

"Oh it's recent, only one or two years since I joined the team. I also often forget how popular I've become." And again he shrugged his shoulders, delivering his line with the most unfazed facial expression you could have seen.

You laughed a bit louder than before, making a twinkle of victory appear in his eyes along with a charming smile. "Alright alright champ, I am just messing with you."

"I wouldn't have guessed." He mocked you a bit more, just to see you roll your eyes and shake your head with yet another giggle. A few seconds pass and Zed's can't help but notice how your eyes seems to have wandered to a thought deep hidden in your head. "What are you thinking about ?" He demanded, lowering his voice not to startle you in case you were already far into your daydream.

"I guess, I never really noticed... But the evening sun really compliments your hair." Too focus on the bright new color the sun created, you can't notice how Zed's cheeks became a lighter shade of pink, contrasting with his very pale skin. Sunddenly aware of his hair color he couldn't help but to run a hand through his locks, his eyes now shifting away from your face. His slight movement appear to break wathever spell you got yourself into and your eyes made their way back to his, not noticing his new attitude.

The next second, his eyes looked back at you, a thought of his own appearing behind the dark of his pupils. "I think I can find something well more complimenting than my crazy green hair. They are totally natural by the way."

His sentence seems to finally knock some sense into you, the very sense you had lost while looking at his hair, and the very same sense you had struggled to get back when your eyes looked at his. "I highly doubt that." Wide eyes take over your features to prove your point and your doubt before being washed by Zed's shaking his head.

"You do ? Okay, give me your hand if you are so sure of yourself." Stretching his hand in your direction, his brown orbs were pleading his case, puppy style, almost encouraging you to trust him.

You rolled your eyes, yet again, placing your hand in his. Your fingers curl around his skin, mimicking the way his just did around your hand. He does not lose the opportunity to take your second hand in his palm while your foot comes down your perch, trying to convince himself that your stability is his top priority. The grassy ground reminds you of how small you are compared to his giraffe heigh, and your head must now look up to gaze at his face. You tried to erase the thought his is skin being soft against yours, his hands being, oh so large, around your girl sized baby hands. But the task was way more difficult than you had imagined. In a soft motion, he exchanged both of your spot by making you rotate with him, his back was now facing the bleachers while you were greeted with the powerful sun on your face. You wondered how you did not became blind on the spot while Zed's face moved around tring to find several different angle to look at you. The skin on his face, moving without warning, cartooned his expressions which made you giggle. He looked so focused on his task that it made you feel self conscious about your look. "What you are doing ?" You try to quiet your giggle while your eyes followed his every move.

He focused his gaze on your eyes again, smiling with satisfaction. "The sun really compliments your eyes, they are beautiful."

At that moment, you couldn't quite grasp if it was the way he looked at you, or the way his voice gently complimented you, or maybe if it was just the fact that you were lying to yourself about being attracted to him, putting that affirmation far behind the fact that he was just charming. But his words stole all the air from your lungs and you felt extremely hot in a matter of seconds. His gaze didn't drift from yours, just admiring you even if he noticed the shy mess he just made of you. He was enough of a gentleman to not make a comment about it, and just appreciated it. Your thoughts racing faster than a rocket made your eyes dance in every direction possible, trying to find your words and confidence from earlier. Acknowledging the fact that you needed to respond, you bit your lower lip, trying to find the air you once had in your lungs.

"They are pretty common, really." You tried to put his words above your head, high enough so you wouldn't think nor take them for what they were.

"Have you seen my eyes ? That's what you can call common, you can even call them poop brown." His joke diverted you from your previous thoughts, obtaining, like it was a precious gift, another laugh from you. You shook your head and, at last, looked at him again. "Are you serious ? Have you seen your eyes under the sun's rays ?" It was easy to compliment other people, you would even shove their face in whatever you could find if that meant they could see how fine you thought they looked. But when it came to you, compliments, praises, were not allowed. Hell you even made yourself think that it was forbidden. But in that moment, you could see the determination in Zed's eyes to fight you teeth and nails just to make you hear him.

"My point, your eyes are beautiful." You were about to dismiss him again when he cut you out before he even saw you mouth starting to move. "And I am winning this one, you can no longer contradict me."

You sighed a small 'okay', your being eating you from inside so you would, in fact, contradict him. His eyes were quick to make you forget what you were going to fight for, and even quicker to make you wonder if something was indeed happening between you two. You couldn't shake those thoughts, maybe you were a hopeless romantic, but you guys were flirting... Right ? Not being able to read your thoughts made Zed's bite the inside of his cheek. Your face was an open book, James didn't lie about that when he talked about you. He could see the wheels turning behind your eyes, and your eyebrows moving to every feeling and image your brain was sending you. He decided to catch your attention once more.

"Hey, I was wondering..." His voice was gentle, almost feeling like the comfiest pillow you would want to lie on. "Would you like to-"

"Hey Necrodopolis ! What's taking you so long, practice over and I want to go home !" The strong voice of the coach resounded in your ears, making you jump on the spot. He almost made you have a heart attack.

Zed's eyes widened with frustration, his head falling backward in an attempt to regain some control over his emotions. His tongue licked his lips, almost bitting it. He turned his head to look at his coach who called him from the locker room doors. "I am coming, I just need to-"

"You'll talk to your girlfriend tomorrow ! Go take a shower and go home champ." You could see from afar the coach tapping his foot against the ground, Zed surely had ran out of talking privilege.

He sighed, turning his gaze to look at you with tiny apologising eyes. "I am sorry I have to go, coach orders." You nodded to show that you understood and didn't hold it against him. With a last and gentle 'I'll see you tomorrow' his hands softly left yours before jogging in the adult direction who seemed to scold him when he arrived in front of him, and maybe tease him a little.

Your hands suddenly felt cold, sinking in the fact your brain had erased on purpose. His hands had hold yours mid conversation and didn't let go. You haven't even thought more about it on the spot, like it was natural. Your heart was beating a bit faster than usual, it took a deep breath to ground yourself. It was when the sun made his smile a little bit brighter that you had realised, Zed Necrodopolis was indeed making your heart beat faster. And you were totally going to blame the sun for it.

"I guess you were too busy and forgot to meet me at the school entrance." James had reached your side from god knows where, his football uniform long forgotten and changed into some random t-shirt and sweat pants. He looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and the most annoying smirk he could have made up on the spot.

You shook your head from your previous thoughts to now fight your childhood friend who seemed to want to have fun about the fact he had left you alone with his captain. "You sure you showered ? That was pretty fast." The best defense is a good offense you convinced yourself, praying that James would leave you off the hook.

You started to walk away, hearing his foot following you closely before adding. "So, can you finally tell me what zombies taste like or am I, still, supposed to wait ?"

"Oh my f-..udging god !"

"Argh almost won a dollar in the swearing jar with this one." -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Am I tweaking or James parts are actually better ?

Thanks for taking the time to read my first work ! Like I said on top of the post, I am really not satisfied with how it turned out. I just feel like I did my boy dirty TwT I might be so in love that I can't even focus when writing about Zed, the sun's fault though ;)

Spend time between the holidays

Ryan Baker x Reader

Summary: A holiday sex joke, if your left leg was Thanksgiving and your right leg was Christmas, I wouldn't mind spending time between the holidays.

CW: Death (not you), grief, nakedness (non-sexual), fighting, breeding kink, daddy kink, I'll edit this when I'm awake

Sleeping over at Ryan's house was the norm. The two of you are inseparable even more so since the infamous RightMart massacre the year prior, which shook your town to the core. 2023 started off with a bang, so to speak. Countless town halls, trials, and press interviews Plymouth was forever changed. Halloween came and went, and Thanksgiving was around the corner. Everyone is on edge because the one year anniversary is coming up. A mystery instagram account appeared and was tagging thoses who were in the store during that time. Gaby & Evan were missing and killings have been occurring lately. It looks like a lot of the victims had to do with the RightMart massacre.The waitress who was a bit bitchy from the restaurant that Ryan and you would frequent to your best friend Yulia.

God, that killed you to find out about. You spoke to Yulia that afternoon via facetime and she was telling you about how her and her dad were moving to Florida because he didn't feel it was safe for them to remain here, when the murders were occurring. That was the last time you spoke to her and she promised that she would call when she made it to Florida. Scuba was the one who told you about what happened to her. During that time you pretty much unofficially moved in with Ryan.

He wouldn't dare to leave you alone while you were processing everything that happened. The first few days you didn't speak, eat or leave his bed, days turned into weeks and Ryan was getting worried about you. It was Sunday night & Ryan was holding you in his arms when he gently started the conversation not too sure if he'd get a response from you. “Baby.” He softly spoke. You looked up at him, waiting for what he had to say. “ I know how hard everything has been for you these past two weeks. I will always be here for you, but don't you think it's time for a change in scenery?” He carefully asked with nervous laced in his tone. You didn't say anything, which he was expecting, but he was having a bit of trouble reading your emotions. The two of you sat there for a moment, he just let you ponder in your thoughts. After what felt like eternity to Ryan who was observing you, you gazed into his eyes and nodded your head to his question from earlier. A smile broke out on his face and he pulled you into his chest. He asked “Would you like to take a shower together?” Again you nodded to his question. Together the two of you head off to the shower.

Steam filled the bathroom and water cascaded over the two of you. Ryan washed your hair and then he started the process to wash your body. The moment was very intimate just the two of you in the silent moment, no words need to be spoken just simply washing one's body. Once Ryan was finished, you turned to him and said “Let me return the favor.” Your voice cracked and dry from not speaking for a long time. Ryan was simply over the moon hearing your voice in a long time. “Yeah of course baby.” He said softly. Once you finish in the shower and step out, Ryan instantly wraps you in the fluffiest towel he owns. He sits you on the toilet and walks back into his bedroom to gather clean clothes for the both of you. When he returns, he pretty much dresses you and then starts your night time route. You wanted to protest to let Ryan get himself dressed, but he said that you were more important and didn't leave any room for argument.

Monday came and you returned back to school. It was the week before Thanksgiving break. You could feel pity from teachers and fellow students. Some try to offer sympathy but fortunately for you Ryan, Scuba and Jess would always step in before they could but unfortunately for you that didn't stop the grievance counselor attempts to corner you every chance she could get. Sure it was nice that the school seemed to care, but holy shit she's persistent and a small damper in the week that you returned back to school. It was Friday which was a half day thank fuck. Color started to return back to your face and Ryan couldn't be anymore happier. The final bell rang out signaling that the day is over. As Ryan waited for you by his truck, you and Jess were making your way towards him discussing the party that she was throwing at her dad's house because he felt guilty about what happened and pretty much did whatever his baby girl asked. (It wasn't because he was trying to persuade her that he was a good dad while he was planning on opening RightMart for Black Friday again.) You and Jess go your separate ways and call out “ See you tonight lovely.”

You were getting ready at Ryan's house, music playing from your phone. Ryan came back into the bedroom from the bathroom, towel hung low on his hips. You make your way into the bathroom to do your makeup and hair. He starts to get dressed and his back is visible in the mirror that's in the bathroom. You were watching the way his muscles rippled with each moment he was making. He turns around and the two of you lock eyes with each other through the mirror. Time stopped for a moment while the two of you were holding that contact. “Like what you see, darling.” He said. You roll your eyes and giggle at his cheesnesses. He stalked towards you with his button up hanging around his shoulders and wrapping his arms around your waist caging you in between himself & the vanity. You could feel every part of him pressed up against you. Heat thrumming through your body. Ryan grinds himself into your ass that pressed directly on his hard on. Heavy pants and breathy moans fill the air. “Baby.” You pant out loud. He slows his movement, but not fully stopping and his hands travel up your body giving your breast a firm squeeze. “Baby, we can't.” You whined out. It was then when Ryan stopped, he knew you were right. You couldn't be late to the party & it was your first non-school outing since the passing of your best friend. He places a kiss to your shoulder and a slap on your ass while he exits the bathroom to finish getting dressed.

You arrive at Jess's house, seeing the party in full swing. Hand in hand the two of you make it up to the door and enter the party. Music was fully blasting and you could feel the vibrations in your bones. Making your way through the sea of people in the house and finding the door that leads to the backyard where more people were congregating at. You spot Jess and make your ways towards her. Conversations are flowing and the party is in full swing that even Michael McCarty makes any appearance. Lost in conversation with Jess, you glance over your shoulder trying to find Ryan so you could ask him to get you some water . That's when you spotted the last person who you thought you'd see here tonight, yet alone in Plymouth. Your eyes narrowed watching the person making their way across the yard without a single care in the world. Jess, who was trying to regain your focus, gave up and followed your line of sight to see what had all of your attention. That's when she spots him as well. Her breath hitched. Bobby fucking De Stasi.

Out of all the people you were gobsmacked that he showed his face here. Jess looks like she's about to say something but you beat her to it. “What the hell are you doing here?” Jess shouted at him. Ryan who was nearby heard Jess’s voice and made his way over to where you were. He stood next to you and was a bit confused on what was going on until he noticed who ever one was looking at. He scoffed loudly and he reached for your hand and entwined your fingers together. Again Jess repeated the question at Bobby who was just standing there. Bobby finally spoke up “ I'm back to help out with my uncle at his auto shop.” Jess scoffed at his answer and continued on “ I meant was what are you doing at this party?” Bobby looked around and noticed that an audience was forming. “Can we go talk in private, Jess?” He asked. A scoff left your lips and replied “Anything that you have to say to Jess, you can say it in front of us.”

Bobby looked in your direction and noticed Ryan Baker standing next to you which for some reason caused Bobby to laugh. Ryan was ready to fight him, but you held up your hand signaling to him not too. “Well?” Jess asked. “I wanted to talk and explain things to you and see if we could try again.” He mumbled out. “Are you serious?” Both you and Jess say at the same time. “You seriously think I'd want you back after you ghosted me for an entire year with no contact!” She shouted. Jess turned around and headed back into the house, Bobby tried to follow but Ryan stood in front of him to block him doing so. “Move it Baker.” Bobby firmly spoke. “Not a chance in hell.” Ryan said. In a blink of an eye a fight between them breaks out. Fists repeatedly landing blows between them. It wasn't until Michael and Scuba broke up the fight between them. “Get the hell out of here Bobby!” Ryan yelled.

Adrenaline was running through Ryan's bloodstream and he needed to release this energy. He grabbed your hand and dragged you back into the house and looked for an empty bedroom. Once he found one he pulled you inside and the door shut he immediately walked you over to the bed and pushed you down on the mattress. He hovered above you and began to place kisses all over your face. His hands are exploring and squeezing your body. His fingers slid under the hem of your dress and slowly started to lift over your head and he removed his clothes as well. He began kissing down your neck and sucking bite marks into your neck. His lips traveled further down your body and made it to your breast. His lips enveloped one of your nippple in his mouth and he began sucking and biting it while his other hand messaged your boob and pinched your nipple. Once he thought that side was good he switched to the other one giving it the same treatment. Afterwards his lips trailed down your sternum and down your stomach. Right to the waistband of your panties. He places gentle kisses across your hip bones. His teeth grabbed the waistband and he began to pull your panties down.

When they were removed he spread your legs apart and started kissing your ankle up to your inner thigh leaving bite marks in its wake. One he reached your cunt he placed a kiss on your mound and then moved down in front of your entrance. He ran his tongue up your folds and kissed your clit. He repeated motion for a bit then on his way back down, he decided to interest his tongue inside your pussy and began fucking yourself on his tongue. He ate you out like a man on a mission to make you cum. He kept changes between fucking you with his tongue to focusing it on your clit. Your legs were beginning to shake which Ryan knew was a tell tale sign that you were about to cum. So he began to pick up his pace to get you to fall over the edge. He began humming into it and that sent jolts up your body. After one particular harsh suck on your clit, you came hard and boy did he love that.

After you came down from your high, Ryan flipped you over on all fours and ran the tip of his cock through your folds. He pushed himself into you until he was fully sheathed . He didn't move and you started begging, “Please move , daddy.” That caused him to stutter and let out a whine. He began to move which caused the both of you to let out long, loud, echoing moans, ecstasy hitting you both. His hips moving at a steady pace in and out, his tip gently tapping against your g-spot. He began to pick up the pace and his cock head repeatedly hit against your g-spot. Your brain was turning into mush and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head. Your walls began to start clenching down on him which is another tell that you are too cumming. Ryan added his finger on your clit and started rubbing it in tight fast circles, helping in making you fall over the edge. Hips moving faster, you started throwing it back on him and he pulled your hair hard and one really harsh thrust brought you over the edge and you came hard. His name falling from your lips in broken moans and tears running down your face. He kept going to chase his high and was overstimulating you. He was getting closer and he pushed your head down on the mattress holding it down and he bent over your back whispering pure filth in your ear. “What if I got you pregnant?” He said. “What if I breed you, huh what then?” He groaned huskily in your ear and you began to cry. “Yeah you like that baby. Me fucking you you full of my cum and giving you a baby ?” Your walls clamped down on him and he flew over the edge cumming so fucking hard and so much. He pretty much collapsed on your back.

The two of you stay like that for a little while letting your high burn out and you return back to earth from that mind blowing sex. Once you both came back down, he removed himself from your back and pulled out of you. A hiss leaves your lips, “I know baby, I know.” Ryan teases. He collapsed right next to you on the bed and he pulled you in his arms. Holding you so close to you and rubbing his hands all over your body in tender love. After a beat or two, he hooks his finger under your chin and tilts your head upwards. You both gaze into each other's eyes and you both can see the love you have for each other swimming in your eyes. “I love you.” He says his voice hoarse and places a kiss on your lips. “ I love you too.” You said against his lips and leaned in to kiss him again. He lays back down and you rest your head on his chest. Your eyes flick around the room until they land on a picture on the dresser and you gasp. Ryan was confused and asked “What's wrong, love ?” You turned to him and said “I think we just had sex in Jess's dad's bed?” He was frozen for a moment then the two of you burst out laughing and fell asleep.

It's definitely the most wonderful time of the year.

he’s sooooo

I- slowly... I slowly start to be seductive by him like he startin to seduce me

Milo Manheim in a leather jacket does something to me 🤤🤭🫦

Save a horse ride a cowboy 🤭

For The Longest Time - Wally Clark x Reader

In which Wally convinces everyone to help with an anniversary present for Y/N.

The Longest Time - Billy Joel

Requests are open (Please send them in)

Warnings: cussing? fluff, mentions of death?

(slight AU! where Mr Martin and Janet didn't do all that and instead crossed over, Maddie was killed by Mr Anderson.)

Wally had been a bit distant for the last few weeks. Everyone had for that matter. Rhonda didn't come to the last few girl's nights, which you had attributed to her newfound friendship with Quinn. Charley was suddenly busy with Yuri, which you could not be happier about.

Maddie was normally distant anyways, so it wasn't a massive shock, but Wally had never been this distant in the 20 years you'd known him. Hell, he'd called dibs on being your guide when you died and practically refused to leave your side until Maddie got here. You'd assumed that he had finally chosen her, remembering you had never made whatever you two were official.

You tried to not think about it, not wanting to heighten any emotions any more than they already were. You made your way to the gym, hopeful to throw basketballs at the windows for a while since there wasn't any meetings that day. You were shocked, however, to find it locked with a note taped to the outside, "Ghost Project in Progress Do Not Enter"

"Are you shitting me?" you asked to nobody in particular, deciding to make your way to the football field instead. Golf clubs to the vending machines seemed a little more therapeutic anyways.

You make it almost all the way to the storage shed when you are intercepted by Maddie.

"Hey, can I talk to you about something?" She asked.

"Yeah, what's up? And can we have this conversation while destroying things? That's kinda what I came out here for." You ask in return.

"About that. I kind of need you to come with me," She replied.

You let your head fall back with an exaggerated groan, shoulders dropping heavily.

"Okay, fine." You huffed, letting her pull you back towards the gym.

"I was just here," You whined at her.

"Will you just follow me and listen please?" She asked in more of a huff than you had.

She leads you to the stage, sitting you down in the only chair in the "audience" and moving to go behind the curtain.

"What is this?" you whispered to yourself in a mix of confusion and excitement.

You saw the curtain open up, revealing Wally Clark, front and center, in a tuxedo he must have found in the theatre department. You notice the stage is filled with ghosts behind him, all similarly dressed, in black like a show choir. You chuckled to yourself reminiscing in your living days.

You had been the alto in your show choir at Split River in 2002, unfortunately, you had been horrendously allergic to the throat lozenge that your teacher got in Europe and died right before your performance, landing you a nice spot in the afterlife support group.

You focused back on the stage, now seeing Maddie in a black polka dot dress, looking like she would rather be anywhere else, but the look on her face said otherwise, a sly smile creeping on her face as she noticed you looking at her.

"Whoa-oh-oh for the longest time" The ensemble (Rhonda, Charley, Yuri, Maddie, and Quinn) began, making your eyes light up.

"Whoa-oh-oh for the longest-" they continued.

"If you said goodbye to me tonight, there would still be music left to write." Wally began, visibly nervous, his voice much smoother than you expected it to be, "What else could I do? I'm so inspired by you, that hasn't happened for the longest time."

His eyes finally landing on you before the next line, "Once I though my innocence was gone. Now I know that happiness goes on. That's where you found me when you put your arms around me, I haven't been there for the longest time"

You could feel your cheeks burning, a combination of the blood rushing to your face at the attention and the stretch of your lips into the biggest grin you think you have ever had.

Maddie, Rhonda, and Quinn step forward for the next part, "Whoa-oh-oh for the longest time, Whoa-oh-oh for the longest-" Before stepping back for Wally to come in.

"I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall, and the greatest miracle of all is how I need you and how you needed me too, that hasn't happened in the longest time."

You could feel the tears starting, partly because you were just amazed that he would do something like this, but mainly because this was the song you never got to perform and had never told anyone. Hearing it in this context gave it such a better meaning.

"Maybe this won't last very long, but you feel so right, and I could be wrong, maybe I've been hoping too hard, but I've gone this far and it's more than I hoped for." He took a step closer to you, nearing the edge of the stage to sing more directly to you.

"Who knows how much further we'll go on, maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone, I'll take my chances, I forgot how nice romance is, I haven't been there for the longest time." He took another step and jumps from the stage to stand in front of you.

"I had second thoughts at the start, I said to myself 'hold on to your heart'. Now I know the woman that you are, you're wonderful so far and it's more than I hoped for." He moved to take your hand, fully meaning the next part.

"I don't care what consequence it brings; I have been a fool for lesser things. I want you so bad, I think you ought to know that I intend to hold you for the longest time."

"Whoa-oh-oh for the longest time, Whoa-oh-oh for the longest time..." The group finished, some choosing to fade out (Yuri and Charley) while others chose to end it at that (Rhonda).

Wally's eyes never left yours, searching for something. You were sure that anyone who looked at you at this moment would see a girl in love, smitten, head over heels, but to Wally, he had no idea what was going on in that pretty little brain of yours.

The silence between you finally being broken by your query, "How the hell did you get Rhonda to agree to be a backup singer?"

"Really? I pour my heart and soul out to you and that's what you're questioning?" He grabbed your face, fake exasperation drenching his.

"Wally, I have been hopelessly in love with you for the last 20 years. I'm glad you finally came around." You said, voice dripping with love.

"'Finally came around'? That was an anniversary present, darlin'" He said, genuinely confused, "You're supposed to go big for the milestone ones."

Your eyes searched his, looking for some sign that he was joking just then.

"Wally, as much as I thoroughly enjoyed that, you never asked me to be your girlfriend. I fully thought you were just a flirty dude and accepted that." You replied gently, placing a hand on his face.

"Oh, well that's my bad, totally forgot about that part. I meant to do that like 20 years ago. That makes a lot of sense now actually, Rhonda always made jokes about me being single for so long, I never really thought about it. Well in lieu of the last 20 years," He gets down on one knee, "Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest ghost at Split River and be my girlfriend? And also consider the last 20 years prior relationship experience, ya know, since I forgot and all"

You laughed at his proposal parody, and took his face in your hands once more, "Wally Clark, nothing would make me happier than to be your girlfriend of 20 years. But for real, how'd you get Rhonda to do that?"

Requests are open! I am obsessed with Wally rn and very sad at the lack of fics

It gives fuck boy, but like not at the same time

Control Freak

summary: prompt fill. Wally needs to be in control at all times, or else the world is going to end. unless he's with you, the only person who can step in and take over without his brain screaming at him. (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut lite. flashfic. Wally Clark is brat. consensual mindfuckery. sub-adjacent!Wally Clark. possessive mentality. Wally Clark has control issues.

bon reading, frens

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Control Freak

Wally is always in control.

Running the show. Calling the shots. Cool and confident in the driver's seat.

Friend group can't make a decision? Wally spearheads a whole itinerary. Mama can't tell the neighbor that their new hedges encroach on the Clarks' side of the property line? Wally plasters on his best smile and convinces Mr. Griffiths to take action.

MVP of the football team; Coach's favorite player to come along in a decade. Enmeshed with student council to the point that they listen to his ideas without question. Teachers adore him, peers want to be him. Hell, Bud Binns trusts Wally enough to let him close the auto repair shop on his own, acting manager when Bud can't be on the floor.

Wally's image is the perfect combination of natural and intentional—a little bit of charm, a lot of matching auras—to ensure he gets what he wants from the world, and it works.

He's not oblivious. He knows it's an anxiety thing. The reins need to be tight for him to feel safe, solid, secure as he moves through each day. In the past, he tried loosening up a little and learned he's just not built to relax how his nervous system needs him to. Because if he does, everything breaks.

So, Wally stays completely. utterly. in control.

...

......

.........

Except with you.

Standing on the other side of the gym, talking to Some Guy as you help Claire hand out cupcakes for her campaign to be Homecoming Queen. And Some Guy is smiling at you like you're the center of his universe, all straight teeth and crinkled eyes, and Wally hates him instantly. Faster than instantly. Wally's waited to hate him since Some Guy was born, and that hate activates on sight.

Wally festers at Rodney's table, unable to drum up the magnetism that Rodney recruited Wally for to get those sweet votes to be elected Homecoming King. A girl tries to chat to him, lovely and shy and almost in awe of him—just what he likes—but he can't focus. Hardly hears himself as he answers her questions.

Did he just agree to something?

Hopefully not.

His gaze keeps drifting back to you every second. You and Some Guy. Laughing with each other. His hand on your shoulder, your demeanor totally open and friendly, and why are you entertaining that kind of interaction with someone who isn't Wally, huh?

You hand Some Guy a cupcake, tell him something Wally interprets as flirty, and then Some Guy waltzes away with a blush that Wally wants to wipe off Some Guy's face with his fist.

You're not supposed to do that.

You must feel Wally's eyes on you, because you turn your head, placid, and catch his eye. Stare for a moment before a slow, easy smile spreads on your pretty pink lips, giving Wally an obvious elevator look before cutting your appraisal short to address the next potential voter.

Unbothered. Unaware that Wally is this close to losing his shit where he stands because he can't do a damn thing about it.

No one knows about this arrangement between you and him (your prerogative). Not yet, anyway, so as much as he wants to, he can't charge over there and make you understand that that smile and those eyes are for Wally only.

It takes insurmountable effort to stay put at Rodney's table and pretend everything is normal for the next forty-five minutes, but Wally does it. Somehow. Fraying at the edges, steadily losing his mind as he watches the litany of conventionally attractive dudes rope you and Claire and Chloe into conversation.

About what? Pompoms and rom coms? What are you talking about to Some Guy 2.0 that has you giggling like that?!

As soon as Rodney dismisses him, Wally's off, slicing across the gym on a mission.

You don't acknowledge him when he steps over the threshold of your personal space, still discussing tomorrow's cheer practice with Claire, easy-breezy and aloof, as if Wally can wait; his time—his sanity—doesn't matter. Winding him up until he's so tightly coiled he could spring into orbit.

Finally, you greet him with a smile, eyes knowing as they travel up the length of him again from shoes to sockets. You don't speak, just tilt your head in the direction of the door as you gather your bag. A quick hug for Chloe, a wave to Claire, and you swan to the exit, Wally hot at your heels.

You stay a step ahead of him, hips swaying, smiling at acquaintances in the hall. Meanwhile, Wally's losing it by the second, the top of his head about to blow off, he's so frustrated. And you just. Don't. Notice.

Pleated skirt bouncing, legs on display, waist beckoning Wally's hands to grab hold bruise, mark your skin to make sure everyone fucking knows you're off the market. Totally disregarding that you told Wally you don't want to advertise anything too soon; want to enjoy the bubble while it lasts; want to be selfish with him.

Can't hurt to leave a mark or two anyway. Who'll know it's the impression of Wally's teeth on your throat?

You lead Wally to his car, wait patiently for him to open the door for you, staring at your phone as you slide into the seat and get comfortable.

The longer you don't speak, the more Wally's blood begins to feel electrified, shooting signals to his brain that everything is wrong and he needs to fix it.

This isn't how he planned his day.

When he tries to instigate conversation, you answer with a hum or a slanted smile. Wally white-knuckles the steering wheel the whole way to your house, his gaze intense as he watches the road and thinks obsessively about how to get you to say something, anything.

As soon as he pulls up to the curb, you're out, flouncing toward the walkway that leads to your front door. Wally watches you stop halfway and turn to look over your shoulder, gaze sharp when it lands on him.

"Let's go," And it's a command that Wally's entire being is persuaded to obey, a trained mongrel jumping at the snap of your fingers.

He practically falls out of his car, tripping over his feet as he hurries behind you. Up the front steps, through the door, and into your quiet house. He doesn't know where your parents are, if someone's home, or if you and he are actually alone.

Still barely acknowledging him, you head to your room, once again stopping when Wally lingers at the bottom of the stairs, fidgeting and uncertain. You jerk your head to the side to indicate he should follow, and so he does, taking the stairs two at a time.

You gesture toward your bed where he takes a seat; spine straight, eyes tracking you while you close the door and deposit your backpack on your desk chair. Pull your hair out of its tie, toe off your shoes, humming to yourself as you go, as if you don't have an audience that's desperate for your attention.

After less than a minute of trying to sit still and accept your pace, Wally's face crumples. Eyes pleading, lips slightly twisted, hands wringing in his lap. He releases the smallest whimper, a tiny noise that fills the room, and finally gets the acknowledgement he's tweaking for.

You pivot on the spot by your desk and stare at him, considering. After a brief moment, your features soften. Eyes just for him. Smile just for him. You just for him. No one around to interrupt or distract or dissuade.

He almost sobs in relief when you get close enough for him to touch, fitting yourself between his legs. One hand on his shoulder, the other combing through his hair.

"What's wrong, baby?" You ask like you don't know. Like you aren't single-handedly responsible for why he's suddenly shaking apart in your presence.

His hands clench in his lap as he regards you, begging to reach out but too afraid you'll deny him.

"You need some attention, don't you?" You run your hand from his hair to his jaw as you lean in closer, brushing the tip of your nose against his. "Tell me."

Wally exhales sharply and nods, his voice caught in his chest.

You take pity on him. Lift one of his hands to place it on your waist. The other you guide under your skirt and encourage him to squeeze your ass cheek.

"You can touch me," You tell him, soft and kind, lips grazing his as you speak. "You don't need my permission, baby."

But he does, that's the thing.

As much as Wally wants, he can't just take. Not with you. His brain recoils at the idea, hate hate hating it more than anything. More than Some Guy and Some Guy 2.0, and how they looked at you like you were dinner.

Thinking of doing something to you without you telling him it's okay, that he's good, that he's pleasing you by obeying your every command, sets Wally's teeth on edge.

Wally whines when he feels your warm, supple flesh under his hands, thoughts instantly coming to a standstill. His lids get heavy, breathing deep, willing his fingerprints to fuse to your skin as he kneads your ass. Really absorbs how you feel and lets it soothe him.

The tension bleeds from his muscles.

The world falls away.

And Wally feels secure and solid for the first time since he joined Rodney in the gym to network Homecoming Court votes.

He exhales, long and rough, lifting his chin to gaze up at you through his lashes. A thick swallow, and then, "I need you. Please."

"Is that it, beautiful boy?" You trace his lower lip with your thumb, dipping in for a quick, biting kiss before pulling away to hear his answer.

"Please," Wally chokes out, sounding pathetic and not giving a single shit about it.

He feels his cock stir in his jeans. The intensity in your eyes coupled with finally, fucking finally, being able to feel your soft skin under his hands making his body react like he's still thirteen and an opportune breeze gets him hard.

You lean back, eyes never leaving his, smile morphing into something wicked, deliberate, as you lift your skirt and hook your thumbs into your panties. He's completely rapt, high-pitched white noise muffling every sound outside the narrow space between you and him.

He chokes, weak, and begins to tremble when you start to peel your panties off in a show that makes Wally's mouth go dry. You take another step back so he can see more of you, and unzip your skirt to let it puddle at your feet, stepping gracefully out of it with a smirk.

Fuck, you don't even have to touch Wally, and he gets goosebumps. Body so sensitive already that one accidental twitch will set him off.

"How do you want me?"

The question makes him whine. No, absolutely not, don't make him choose, please don't, he can't—

"Shh, hey, I've got you." You assure him, tone kind, and then you're ordering him to, "Show me that fat cock, baby. Let me see how much you want me."

Wally does as he's told, undoes his fly and shoves his jeans down and off one ankle, forgoing the other just to get you in his lap faster.

"Please," He begs, voice pitched high and needy, "Please, I need it so bad, baby, I'm so messed up, please."

You bite the corner of your lip, expression hot and dark, and then climb into his lap in feline motions. Shirt pushed up to show off your tits because you know Wally can't get enough of them when you ride him.

You let him stew for another moment, hips a fraction too far from where he aches, nipping and licking a trail of fire from his pulse point to his ear. Building the anticipation and driving Wally insane. He groans, hands clenching your thighs, reedy little sounds of need spilling from his throat.

"Tell me, baby," You murmur, rising to your knees and taking him in hand to line him up, "Tell me what you want."

"You," He says without hesitation, the word a breath, and he's so fucking desperate now, knows he won't last long, will blow his load too soon because he's fucking worthless like that, but you won't judge him, he's safe with you, "Please, God, I need it, please."

No more teasing. You drop and take him deep in one slick move, pussy so hot, so tight, Wally's eyes roll back and he sobs in relief. He doesn't move because if he does, he really will come before he's even registered the sweet, velvety bliss of being inside you.

His fingers dig into your thighs, your ass, your hips. Moans and keens and fucking kitten mewls pulled out of him as you ride him like a mechanical bull, fucking him to the brink, praising him for how good his cock is, how perfect, how only he can make you feel this way, just him, no one but him, and, Jesus Christ, oh God, yes, yes, yes, "I'm gonna come!"

And that's it, Wally's hips spasm, his back arches, jaw dropping as he cries out in ecstasy, thanking you profusely for letting him have this, letting him have you, holy fuck.

The static crests over him as he comes down. Restlessness replaced with peace. His body is loose, warm, content beneath your weight when he lies back and takes you with him. He can't stop his hands from roaming your back, needing to feel you in the afterglow, to know that you're real, this is real, he's here with you, and everything is better now.

"Thank you," He whispers into your hair as you nuzzle into his neck.

You hum, and he can feel your smile on his skin, "Of course, baby boy. You know I'd do anything for you." And then you lift your head, "Even after you've been a brat all day."

Wally pouts, "I wasn't."

You raise a brow.

His pout deepens. "You were ignoring me."

You huff, chuckling and shaking your head, "I wasn't ignoring you, I was busy." You correct. "You were being a naughty distraction when I was trying to help Claire."

Wally's chest puffs out, proud because, heh, he was distracting you when, the whole time, he thought you were deliberately trying to get under his skin by refusing to even look at him. And then he sobers, pout returning.

"You were flirting with those guys."

"I was doing Claire a favor," You correct, sitting up just enough to look him in the eye, palm cradling his jaw, thumb tracing the arch of his cheek. Soothing, sweet, everything he needs right now.

"I didn't like it." He admits as he averts his eyes. Ashamed and embarrassed and vulnerable in a way he only lets himself get with you.

You don't say anything for a moment, and Wally worries that he's done something wrong by confessing that. Should he be okay with it? Is he allowed to be jealous? Has he fucked up and now you're going to leave him because he can't get his shit together and act like a man?

He feels your lips on his, and his thoughts come to an abrupt halt, brakes screeching. His hands tighten on your hips as he releases a sigh, that relief, that solid-secure-safe feeling, washing through him again.

"I don't care about anyone but you, baby boy," You murmur, and press your forehead to his. And you're so sincere, Wally can hear it, that he wants to cry.

"Really?" God, does he have to sound so fucking pathetic?

But you don't let him ruminate, cut through the self-deprecation with a soft, "Really, Wally. You're perfect. Everything I need and more."

His body goes lax beneath you, sinking into your mattress like pudding, and he gives you a smile. Warm and happy and completely smitten.

Quiet, afraid to disturb the atmosphere, "You're everything I need, too."

Wally is always in control. Until he's with you. His safe space where he can let go without feeling like everything is going to break, because you know exactly how to hold him together.

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