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Milo Manheim

It’s been three days. I miss Milo’s butt.

i could listen to milo talk all day

No one can convince me the school spirits don't have a dnd campaign. NO ONE. You can't tell me they didn't watch a group of nerds running their own at lunch or an after school club, make fun of it, then all side eye eachother as they run off to create their own. Look at them, they're a bunch of geeks and freaks desperate for an escape from their sad reality. They meet every Saturday for a twelve hour session, convince me otherwise.

Give me Wally Clark with a much worse potty mouth RIGHT NOW. What the fuck athlete have you EVER met that doesn’t curse like it’s going out of style

Standing ovulation. I mean ovation. Whatever 10/10

GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

BARKING

Man was DISGUSTED!

Great face acting on Milo’s part

Janet just likes the 70s Ghost ig?

Low key what I been saying

Addison pmo bc what business does she have CONSTANTLY looking at Wyatt like that?

Ngl, Zed and Addison definitely broke up. Like if the sequels didn't exist I'd say they'd live happily ever after, BUT the sequels do exist & Addison is in fact the problem.

Wow okay and now I’m crying

Already Gone - Wally and Maddie

“You like a pretty boy with a pretty voice”

(Lovers Rock by TV Girl)

Tell me why I can’t think about anything else. Bro needs to start paying RENT for taking so much space in MY MIND

Need this man BIBLICALLY

Also look how adorable Peyton is in the back. Love her too

If he looked at me like that I would absolutely FOLD

Pretty boy even when he sad

5 Seconds Flat

Summary: based *LOOSELY* on Lizzy McAlpine’s album ‘5 Seconds Flat’ no, I’m not going in track order because I don’t want to.

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT. Sometimes detailed sometimes not so detailed, alive!Wally, Wally X Fem!Reader, MorallyGrey!Wally, glorified toxic behavior, ANGST. ANGSTY ANGST. THE ANGSTIEST ANGST THAT EVER ANGSTED

Word count: 3k

Part: 1/14

Ceilings

Before now, you’d honestly never given so much as a thought to Wally clark.

I mean, he was undeniably handsome and he had a certain charm to him, but you never understood the way that the girls in your class had practically flocked around him.

Up until now you’d rolled your eyes at the thought of Chasing him the way they did, and yet here you were, nothing but a blanket to cover your body as you sat up, watching him gather his things, wondering if it’d be entirely appropriate to ask him to stay for a while.

You could laugh at the ridiculousness of it all if you weren’t so focused on the yearning you felt to be close to him again.

This all had started as an arrangement between the two of you, the details of which were quite simple: You helped him pass English and in exchange he’d give you rides to school until you finally decided to get your license.

And it was this way for a while. He’d come over for a few hours after football practice every night, occasionally you’d go over to his house, but he tried to keep that to a minimum. He’d put on whatever cheezy sports movie he wanted to watch and you’d help him with his classwork, proofreading essays, whatever he needed help with really, and then when the movie was over, he’d go home.

You had gotten to know him over the course of the last few months. You’d even let him convince you to go to one of his games, after which you never missed another. He’d teased you the first time you showed up with his number painted on your face.

He’d been surprised to find out that you were actually quite a football fan (despite being adamant in your initial refusal to show up to a high school game), it was something you had bonded with his mother over. The two of you had made it a Friday night ritual to sit at Wally’s games together, yelling profanities whenever he’d get hit a little too hard.

But even then it was always entirely platonic. You both knew that. Even with the playful flirting and stolen stares and Wally’s mother constantly telling him that you’d make the perfect daughter in law. The two of you weren’t socially compatible beyond a transactional friendship and you both knew it.

And that's part of the reason that the events that had played out tonight were so perplexing.

It was one of the rare nights when he didn’t really need any help but decided to come over and watch a movie anyways. Likely out of boredom, but you enjoyed the company anyways.

He had been vaguely flirting all night, giving you looks that drove you up the wall and then at one point you had found yourself far too close, looking into his eyes as he asked “Can I kiss you?”

It had all gone to shit from there. Any willpower you had about keeping emotional distance between the two of you all but evaporated.

He had held your face in his hands so gently as he laid you down, slowly removing your clothing, piece by piece. It wasn’t desperate or needy, it was like he had carefully thought this through and wanted to savor every moment.

And he had been so gentle. You hadn’t told him that you were a virgin in so many words, but you were pretty sure he knew. If the utter lack of romantic relationships in your life thus far didn’t speak for itself, the way you were shaking like a leaf before he told you to “Relax, baby.” Likely gave it away.

The moment had been sweet, He’d held you and touched you and kissed what seemed like every inch of your body, all the while whispering about how good you were doing and how pretty you looked.

He’d been so attentive, the whole time checking to make sure you were okay with what was happening. He even went as far as to ask if you wanted him to stop when he saw the hint of pain in your expression when he first pushed himself into you. The answer was an outstanding no of course, but the thought that he cared made your heart melt a little bit.

Sweet as it was, the moment was fleeting. It took him all of 10 minutes to sit up and gather his things, barely saying a word until he had put his shoes on. “Are you coming to the game tomorrow?” He said, so casually, like he hadn’t just helped you see Nirvana twice with such enthusiasm it almost made you dizzy.

It took you aback. “Uh, yeah… is your mom still picking me up like normal or do I need to find a ride?” Your voice came out slightly shaky, despite your pointed effort to match his tone and attitude.

“She said she’d come pick you up at 5:30.” He looks over at you and smiles teasingly “You gonna paint my number on your face again?”

You laugh and throw your head back, falling against your headboard. “I thought we were past this whole thing. I thought you’d like it.” You relaxed a little, happy that he was at least talking. You’d been worried that this whole ordeal had ruined the fragile relationship the two of you had so meticulously built up.

He offers you a sly smile as he stands, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. “I thought it was cute.” He places his hand under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his before placing a light peck to your lips, backing away just enough to continue “You should totally do it again.” before pressing his lips to yours once more.

Your vision was hazy by the time he pulled away again. You were just about to squeak out a request for him to stay a bit longer when he stood up and walked to your bedroom door. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” And then with a wink, he left.

It was an odd feeling. You were ecstatic of course, it was new and exciting and as much as you’d love to deny that you’d been fond of him before this, he’d been growing on you the last few months and that pretty face of his hadn’t helped your case.

The thing that worried you the most was the utter lack of clearly defined terms of this new found thing between the two of you. You didn’t want to be a friend who he sometimes slept with when he couldn’t find anyone else, but at the same time, the idea of bringing this conversation to him made you want to vomit.

How would you go about it in a way that made it clear that you wanted this to be an exclusive thing should it continue, but also didn’t make you sound like a pathetic loser who fell in love with the first guy to look at you twice?

You weighed your options. You could stay where you’re comfortable and wait for him to make his intentions clear to you.

Or, you could start the conversation and potentially have everything blow up in your face while slowly descending into complete chaos.

You hated him for half a second. For putting you in this situation, for forcing you to sit between the two options, obsessing over the outcome of whatever choice you would have to make.

Of course the anger didn’t last for long and eventually died down to just disappointment.

You knew it was an objectively bad decision the moment you let it happen. He had a reputation for a reason, and as much as you’d love this to be the one time he buckles down and decides that he’s boyfriend material, you recognized that the chances were slim, if not nonexistent.

It didn’t stop you from holding out a bit of hope though. Cautious hope, but hope nonetheless.

You weren’t sure how long you laid like that, staring at the ceiling and thinking about him, contemplating the newfound complexity of your relationship with Wally, but it was probably marginally too long considering the fact that you fell asleep like that.

~•~•~•~•

It wasn’t your alarm that woke you up that morning, but Wally’s voice. Yelling. Loudly. Your mom had let him in, and likely given him a cup of coffee (a mistake on her part) before they both realized that you weren't awake yet. And now you had a 18 year old boy hyped up on caffeine and game day rage running around your bedroom yelling at you to “get up it’s game day”

You rolled over and put your pillow over your head “Can I please just have like 10 more minutes?” Your voice came out as a pathetic mix of sobbing and begging for mercy.

Without missing a beat, he grabbed the pillow from your face, his smile brighter than the very sun as he enthusiastically claimed “I already gave you an extra 30.” You pull the pillow back over your head.

“Great, so then we’re already late and 10 minutes makes absolutely no difference.” You were already firmly awake, but enjoyed the banter nonetheless.

The next words out of his mouth almost startled you. “I’ll let you wear my letterman.” The words rolled off his tongue effortlessly, but you shot out of bed, a playful glare gracing your features.

“You’re lying. Coach would kill you.” You knew all too well that his coach was military about the football team either wearing a Jersey or their letterman on every game day. He stood up, walking to your closet and picking out an outfit for you to put on, a pair of jeans and a white tank top and then took his letterman off, putting it on top of the clothes.

He raised an eyebrow at you, a silent challenge. “I’m not lying. And I have an extra jersey in my locker. Now get dressed before I do it for you.” He laid down on your bed, arm draped over his face, you assumed to give you privacy, but given the events of the night before, you weren’t sure why.

It took you all of 5 minutes to get ready after that, running down the stairs to get to the kitchen, Wally trailing close behind you, you grab a slice of toast and the coffee your mom had already put in a thermal cup for you before rushing out the door.

~•~•~•~•

The school day dragged on for what seemed like years. You were painfully aware of the stares you’d been getting all day. Not just from the athletes, but from everyone. With Wally’s number plastered on your back and his name written across your chest, you very quickly discovered that it was nearly impossible to be as invisible as you usually were.

Your best friend had asked you about it, to which you responded that you’d tell her later, and you did. You told her everything over lunch in the library. You’d ushered her into a corner behind a bunch of shelves and hushedly told her about how you’d slept with him the night before and then he’d let you wear his beloved letterman’s jacket to school today after you’d blatantly refused to get out of bed.

She was as baffled about the situation as you were of course, but also took the time to congratulate you on losing your virginity which she claimed had been “hanging over your head like a dead goose” before promptly asking how it was and then acting like a 12 year old boy seeing boobs for the first time when you told her.

You were nothing short of relieved for the day to be over as you walked toward the football field to let Wally know you were walking home so you could get ready for the game and to offer him his jacket back if he wanted it.

He trotted over when he saw you walking toward him, a smile on his face as he took his helmet off. He’d been out there for all of maybe 15 minutes and yet he was still drenched in sweat and breathing heavily.

Oh lord have mercy.

You smiled back, trying not to let his appearance affect you too much, but based on his cocky smirk, you had failed miserably. “Hey, I’m gonna walk home, so I’ll see you later. I just wanted to give your jacket back if you wanted it.” You moved to pull the jacket off of your shoulders.

He shook his head, his hands grabbing yours gently before moving to pull it back over your shoulders. He chuckled and leaned down closer to you. “Keep it. I won’t need it for a few days anyways and I want everyone in those stands tonight to know exactly who you’re there for.” He presses a quick kiss to your cheek before running back to practice.

You smiled and nodded, mostly to yourself before turning on your heel to head home.

~•~•~•~•

The game was great. Wally played better than you had ever seen him play before. You wondered for a moment if maybe that had something to do with you, but squashed the hope immediately.

His mom had come to pick you up 30 minutes before kick off and though she absolutely did not ask, she definitely noticed the jacket. She was probably saving her questions for when she interrogated her son later, but I was just glad that I didn’t have to answer questions that I wasn’t sure I knew the answer to.

She was clearly happy about it though, if the fact that she was chattier than usual was any indication.

You had meticulously painted his number across your cheek just like he asked, and you swore you could see him smile up at you from the field.

You hadn’t realized how much more nerve racking watching him play would be this time. You weren’t entirely sure why, but every single time you watched him get tackled you held your breath until he got up again. It was weird to you, the way your concern for him had grown exponentially over the last 24 hours.

They won, of course, they always did lately.

After the game, when his mom ended up going home, she gave you a hug and told you to let him know that he could have an extra hour on his curfew if he took you out to dinner.

You knew that the team would be there and so you weren’t really sure if you’d be invited, but you told her you would tell him nonetheless.

And so you waited, leaned against his car, watching as the crowd left the stands. He usually took quite a while to come out after a game, so you were expecting to be standing there for a while, but not as long as you were.

By the time you saw him jog out to the car, you were half debating just walking home.

He looked utterly exhausted, but happy to see you as always as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you gently off the ground.

You were enjoying this extra attention he was giving you, it felt oddly natural to be like this with him.

“Your mom wanted me to tell you that you have an extra hour on your curfew with the stipulation being that you have to take me out to dinner.” You smile up at him as he sets you down on the hood of his car, placing himself between your legs and his hands at your waist.

His smile falters a little bit. “I’m supposed to be going out with the team tonight. Can I get a rain check?” You see the hesitation in his eyes. He knows he’s toeing the line with that and it’s abundantly clear that he doesn’t want to upset you.

You nod, offering up a smile. “That's fine, I figured you would be, just passing along the message.”

He smiles back, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want you to come or anything, they’re just a lot and I seriously doubt you’d want to deal with 20 of me post- game.”

“Wally. It’s fine.” You chuckle. “I get it.” You kiss his cheek and hop down from the hood of his car, walking over to the passenger side of the car and getting in.

The drive home is uncomfortably silent. He has this guilty look on his face like he’s done something wrong and for the first time, you think that it’s a possibility that he’s trying to keep you separate from his friends. Not that you would have really minded, you’re not exactly jumping at the opportunity to hang out with a bunch of jocks, but you wished he would have at least given you an inkling of an idea that you were invited.

You wonder if maybe his teammates had seen the two of you together earlier in the day and told him they didn’t want you there. Or maybe he had just decided himself that he didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of bringing a girl with him who, until this morning he would have sworn up and down was “just his tutor”.

Either way you weren’t super happy about being actively excluded.

When he pulls up to the front of your house and puts the car into park, he looks over at you, a soft smile gracing his features. “Can I come pick you up tomorrow?” He says it with the softest, sweetest tone and you swear you can’t help but nod in response.

He takes your face between his hands and you lean your weight into his palms. He looks at you with such sincerity as he says “I promise I’ll make it up to you.” And then presses his lips against yours.

When he pulls away, you smile up at him, kissing him once more. “Have fun, okay?” His smile brightens as you open the door behind you.

“I will.”

And then you’re inside. In your room, staring up at the ceiling again as if it holds the answers to all of the questions you have.

Writing romantic smut scenes is so weird bc why am I googling synonyms for the word “penis” trying to find the least vulgar sounding one 💀

100% off topic but my cat just ploped down on my chest, and went to sleep and now I’m sobbing bc wtf I love her so much???

Having such a hard time trying to figure out how to write pre-death wally. Because I know I’m gonna write it and someone’s gonna be like “but our boy would never” but yk what, I have a thing for mildly toxic men (I hate myself) and I also canonically, Wally was a dick before he died, is it really that far fetched to say that he was maybe he was a bit of a fuck boy? I think not.

Milo Manheim having a LIP TATTOO is insane news to me, because now that I’ve been made aware that he’s not opposed to having tattoos or the idea of tattoos

I NEED TO TATTOO HIM

Guys the tattoo artist inside of me is going FERAL

I did not go through a year of 60+ hour work weeks and emotional abuse from a building full of grown men at the ripe age of 18 years old for nothing

MILO! LET ME TATTOO YOU AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

I NEED TO BE INSTITUTIONALIZED

Why does him looking to the side look so hot!!?? I have a problem lmao

Also notice he’s looking at Maddie both times. That boy is in LOVE

Children are annoying. There, I said it.

My description says MDNI not because anything too crazy goes on on this page, but because I fucking hate kids man.

Can’t stand anybody under the age of 18 tbh.

Esp like middle schoolers too (and this is 100% aimed and I hope they see this) bc how is a 13 year old gonna repost a bunch of my shit after following me talking about how “we brought back secrets and shame” like bro I’m 20 years old, the only reason YOU care about secrets and shame is because you’re literally in the 7th grade an surrounded by people who look at you wrong for breathing.

Middle schoolers are mean as fuck idc. And I hate them. Fuck you.

just watched a paramount+ promo.

The amount of tongue in this Mally kiss is INSANE.

hot take but I don't think Wally should go quiet into that good light. I feel like he should rage a little against the dying of the night.

Me because my wally drabble now has 2000 words and I’m thinking about splitting it into 2 parts bc no ones gonna spend a full hour reading that shit

My average writing experience:

"Alright I think I'm almost done actually-"

*Google doc grows second health bar and a choir starts singing in latin*

Anyone else notice Wally kept stepping in front of people during the last episode just in case things went south. Like him stepping in front of Maddie then later on stepping in front of Quinn when they were confronting Mr. Marten. He don't play when it comes to his girl and friends.

GOD

This is canon