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Truly

hands down funniest part of The Night Agent season 1 was Peter trying to convince Rose to go out on the window ledge and then plumetting to the ground bc of fucking course a decorative glass awning is not going to hold a 6' tall beefcake like him lol this man is such a himbo

bonus comedy gold is him coughing up a gallon of blood and then immediately telling rose it's her turn.

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It’s a little disappointing when I scroll through #milomanheim and only see my own posts.

Come on guys, get it together. Make content for my rotting brain. Please.

#like srsly #pls I can’t be carrying a fandom on my shoulders. #it’s too much #I’ll be crushed #milo manheim

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Heyyy!

i saw ur request were open so can you maybe do a wally clark one with prompt 8, where they were friends and maybe get together you know?

thank uuu xx <3

There was a super similar ask before yours. Here’s the fic.

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Omg you're a godsend I love your stories so damn much. Could I request “You’re lucky you’re cute.” “Thanks! Wait…” and/or “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re flirting with me.” “I am.” “Excuse me?”

With Nico? Or wally

Thank youuuu!!

I’m killing two birds with one stone for this one!

Thanks everyone for being so patient! I took a little break. It’s the start of summer blues.

Prompt 8 for Wally Clark

“Well, I do.”

Y/n has known Wally for years. When you’ve been stuck at the same high school for a few decades you tend to become friends.

Sometimes you know each other so well, the friendly conversations can turn into flirty banter.

The gang was having their monthly round of hide and seek. Rhonda was seeking, she loved chanting “Come out, come out. Where ever you are…” in a creepy tone down the vacant halls.

Y/n found the perfect spot, a small crawl space in the back of the art room. Wally just had to follow her.

“No get out of here!” Y/n whispered, trying to shoo him.

“You don’t just get to claim spots, we can share!” He told her, scooting into the small space with her. He covered it up with a piece of board that was over it before.

“Just because I’m the reigning champion does not mean you can freeload off of me.”

It was true. She was unfindable. She always spent all month preparing different spots. A few she can run from and then too, just in case.

Wally always tried his best but he was always found first.

“But you’re so selfless, and kind. I was hoping you’d be willing to make an acceptation for your dear friend.” He loaded on complements.

“Awe, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were flirting with me.” She told him in a sarcastic tone while rolling her eyes.

“I am.”

She looked at him, well tried to. It was dark and she couldn’t make out his face well. But it didn’t seem like he was joking.

Her breathe hitched. It was stuck in her throat.

“What?” She whispered, questioning if she heard him right.

Because if he said what she thinks he said, that would be absolutely ridiculous.

They both froze when they heard Rhonda’s taunting voice. She opened the door and stepped in the room.

Y/n covered Wally’s mouth. She’d deal with him later, she’s not loosing because of him.

Her heart raced as heat radiated off him in the small space. Also because Rhonda’s footsteps made their way to the counter. Where they were hiding.

After what felt like hours of waiting for the worst. It sounded like she left. Her voice trailed down the halls as she sang and teased her next victim.

If Y/n was a master hider, Rhonda was the perfect horror movie villain she was hiding from.

She slowly removed her hand, Wally swallowed hard.

“Did you say you were flirting with me?” She asked, hushed.

He didn’t skip a beat.

“Yeah, did you not know?” He asked as if it was the most obvious think in the world. “I have been, for like ever.”

She relaxed back to her original position. Contemplating.

He had been flirting with her? For how long?

“No, I didn’t know.” She quipped, crossing her arms.

Wally let out a small laugh. He corrected it immediately.

“Sorry, it’s just- I thought you...” He cleared his throat.

“I thought you liked me? No way.” She interrupted.

Wally tilted his head. Of course he liked her. He has since she’s been stuck in this horrible purgatory with him.

“Well I do.” He stated. “And now this in awkward.”

He shifted in place, trying to find something other than her face to occupy his mind.

“Why?” She asked, filling the painful silence.

It wasn’t hard for him to answer.

“Cause, you organize all these games. You make being dead kinda fun. I’ve been a lot less miserable since you came around.”

She paused, trying to find a response that didn’t make her sound uninterested or desperate. She settled on a simple explanation.

“Well it’s the least I can do, you guys have helped me a lot. I wasn’t always like this.” She told him.

“I know.”

Her head jerked to look at him, in question. She was a little disturbed. “Okay, stalker.”

“Wait no-“

“First you follow me to a small dark room, then tell me you know what I was like before I died. Sounds stalkerish to me.” She laughed.

Of course she was joking, she knew most of the living kids by names. Knew their schedules and lives. She wanted what was best for them, she was pretty protective over the kids at school. She hoped Wally felt the same when she was living.

“It’s just… I always kinda saw you.” He looked at her with those eyes again. The eyes that wanted something from her.

“Well what do you want? This is flattering but I’m not sure what it means.” She admitted not so gracefully.

“Well I’d love to kiss you, but you have your game face on.”

He’s right. She took these games very seriously.

“Meet me when I win this thing. Now out.” She pointed to the board between them and the classroom.

His eyes told her. “Come on.”

“Go on, out. Plenty of time for flirting when I’m victorious. You’re bad luck.”

“Fine.”

“And don’t rat me out! You’ll pay…”

#milo manheim #x reader #school spirits #fanfic #wally clark #wally clark x reader

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I'm obsessed with everything you do, just so you know

Could you write the prompt “Do not call me babe.” “Okay, honey.” with literally any of Milos characters? Writers choice

Thank you!!

PLS ILY

“Okay, Honey.”

Nico Alexander x reader

Y/n was a volunteer at her local hospital. She’d do things like check vitals and bring food or clothes for the patients. Pretty minor stuff but she liked interacting with everyone.

Well, mostly everyone.

Then there was Nico. She’d come in to check on him and would get annoyed immediately.

Nico was a giant flirt and just loved bothering her. She knew he did this cause he was bored. Didn’t stop her from avoiding him when possible.

Sometimes it wasn’t possible, like when his doctor ordered extra checks to his heart rate.

She walked into his room after a quick knock. “Hey, Nico. Here to check your heart rate.” She grumbled.

They were around the same age. You’d think they get along.

“You look happy to see me.” He observed, sarcastically.

“I’m indifferent, actually.” She quipped, walking over to the side of him and holding out her hand. “Arm, please.”

He smirked and did as he was told. “Of course, babe.”

She always tried to keep it professional, and not be too casual with any patients. Especially him. At first she would get a little flustered when he made these comments. Now she ignored them.

“Do not call me babe.” She told him, holding a finger on his wrist.

Of course he wasn’t done bothering her.

“Okay, honey.”

She sighed.

She hadn’t had the best day. One of her favorite patients, a young girl was going in for a dangerous surgery. She was worried.

Usually y/n would give a snarky comment back but she was quiet. Nico noticed, of course he did.

“Hey, sorry. It was a joke.” He apologized.

She looked at him for the first time since she entered.

“It’s not that, I’m used to your antics by now.” She reached for the clipboard and recorded his BPM.

He was a little worried. His favorite volunteer was under the weather.

“Well, what is it? You seem upset.” He sat up further. Turning his listening ears on.

She didn’t want to bother him, and frankly it wasn’t any of his business. But she shouldn’t ice him out just cause he cares.

“Another patients going in for surgery. I guess I’m worried.” She admitted vaguely.

He was under the impression that she didn’t really care about anyone. She always seemed so cold. He saw through her for a moment.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s a good hospital.” He assured her.

“I know, sometimes I can’t help it.”

She cleared her throat and got ready to leave.

“You ever worry about me?” He smirked.

She scoffed and turned to him. She was going to lie and say no. But she looked at him, and couldn’t find a way to bullshit her way around it.

“Of course.” She admitted, still sporting a neutral monotoned voice.

He beamed. “Awwwwww, you really do care.” He gushed.

She rolled her eyes.

“If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be there. You think I volunteer and a hospital for fun?”

Nico tried not to think about her too much. Because when he did he always wished she was there. He never gave too much thought as to why she volunteered in the first place.

“Well, why? Why do you do this?” He asked.

She paused. Feeling out of her comfort zone. She tried not to share too much personal information. However, Nico seemed to care. That was enough.

“Well, I was in and out of this hospital for a while. I shouldn’t have made it but I did. I wanted to take some heat off the staff, I know how hard they work.”

She realized that left more questions.

“I got hit by a car, there was a chance I’d never walk again. Thanks to this place I’m alive. I’m thankful.” She nodded awkwardly.

Now he saw more of her. Her selflessness, her pain. Now he only liked her more.

“That’s really cool.” He grinned.

She never told anyone that. She didn’t think it was important. You don’t need a sad backstory to do a good thing, she just had one.

“Well, I should go. My my ration is over in…” she checked her watch. “10 minutes ago.” She smiled.

“Hey.” He called before she left.

She turned to him again. Wondering what he needed now.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to maybe, hang out. Like off the clock? If you’re not busy.” He cleared his throat.

She squinted. Puzzled as to the change in his demeanor. Now he seemed, almost shy.

“Uh, yeah. I’m free after this, actually.” She shifted her weight between her feet.

“Cool, I’ll see you.” He shot a pair of finger guns her way. He immediately cursed himself.

“See you.”

#milo manheim #fanfic #nico alexander #x reader #nico alexander x reader #doogie kamealoha m.d.

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Masterlist:

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School Spirits:

Wally Clark:

Taylor Swift

Nightmare and Late Night Swim

Weird Ass Dream

“Well, I do.”

Doogie Kameāloha M.D:

Nico Alexander:

You Like Her More

You Have to Try

“Okay, Honey.”

#milo manheim #fanfic #nico alexander #school spirits #wally clark #x reader #fanfiction #wally clark x reader #ben plunkett #fanfiction writer

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Guidelines:

I don’t do smut

I don’t do anything super dark

I don’t do real people

I don’t write about homophobia or racism or any other kind of prejudice. I just don’t like it and want to keep the fics light.

^ I understand how it is important to write on these subjects. I’m just not good or confident at it.

Don’t ask me to change a character’s cannon sexuality (for example: I won’t do a Charley x Fem reader. That’s weird he had a story line about being gay, man.)

If their sexuality is kind of a grey area (like it’s not specified) then I’m cool with whatever.

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Please specify pronouns in request (if you don’t I’ll go with my gut.) [she/her] [he/him] [they/them]

Use a prompt I have #’d or make one just be specific

Give me a vibe like fluff, angst,

Or trope like sunshine x loner, popular x nerd, idiot x also an idiot. You get my drift.

Or a simple summery will do.

Characters:

School spirits:

Wally Clark

Maddie Nears

Rhonda

Charley

Xavier

Maybe others too we’ll see

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Ben Pluckett

Doogie Kameāloha, M.D

Nico Alexander

I’m into lots of other stuff so if you want a show or a character that’s not on this list just ask! Don’t be shy, I don’t bite 😉

“How about a date?” “I can do a date.”

“Do you hate me? Because it seems like you do.”

“I don’t care what they think!” “You should.”

“Don’t walk away from me!” “I’m not walking! I’m running! 🏃”

“You’re too good to me.”

“I kinda told them we’re dating…” “You WHAT?!”

“You’re so annoying!”

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re flirting with me.” “I am.” “Excuse me?”

“Can’t you be serious for two seconds please?” “Absolutely not, no.”

“I love you.” “We can’t do that anymore.”

“Who the hell are you?” “Ur mom. Sorry it’s an impulse.”

“Get away from me!” “No!” “Why not?!” “Because I’m in love with you!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” “Thanks! Wait…”

“Your insults suck.” “I’m flirting with you…” “it’s not working.”

“You’re cute! And nice! And cool! I hate it!”

“Please, don’t go.”

“You’re the best!” “I know.” *wink*

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” *pulls out camera.*

“I screwed up, I’m sorry.” “I know.”

*banter*

“Why are we always fighting?” “I don’t know.”

“Admit it. You love me.” “Of course I do.”

“You really fucked up.”

“But I like you!” “You like them more.”

“You scared me!”

“Just be careful.” “Never.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “I didn’t want you to worry.”

“I am way better than you.”

“I miss you.” “Well, I don’t miss you.”

“Well I don’t just let anyone hang out with me.”

“Do not call me babe.” “Okay, honey.”

“I love you.” “Don’t use that against me!”

“You wish you were as cool as me 😎”

“Will you stop?” “Absolutely not, no.”

“You snore sooooo loud.”

“You’re crushing me!”

“Oh my god, you like me!” “No I don’t!” “Ohhhh yes you do!”

“Why are you crying? What happened?” “You did.”

“You’re late, again.”

“I really do love you.” “You sure? I’m hard to love.”

“Ew I would never kiss you!”

“We’re not together, you don’t have to care about me.” “But I do.”

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Nico, prompt 16, Angst Level 8

Context: Nico and reader get into a huge fight and she tries to run away from him, and immediately he runs after her, grabs her, and pulls her close and says prompt 16 gently into her ear

You have to try.

Hope this is was you envisioned! Can’t wait for you to start posting again btw!

“Nico, you have to do this.”

Y/n overheard Nico talking to his doctor. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but she did. He was offered lifesaving treatment and he turned it down. She asked him about it later.

“How’d you even find out? You spying on me?” He paced around the hospital room.

He shouldn’t be moving around, he’s growing weaker.

“Will you just please sit down?” She asked him.

He rolled his eyes and sat on the end of the bed with spite. “I wasn’t going to tell you.”

Y/n was hurt to say the least. He told her everything, well she thought he did.

“Why? Because I’d tell you to do it? Nico this could cure you!” She insisted.

He knew that. But what if it didn’t? He’d be back to square one. In and out of the hospital just like he’s been his whole life.

“I just want to enjoy the time I have left. I’m so sick of this!” He motioned to the room. To the hospital.

“No, I think you’re scared.” She could barely look at him.

He rolled his eyes. Of course he was scared. Who wouldn’t be? Going through another invasive treatment that might not get him anywhere? That might leave him worse off than he was before?

“I’m not scared! I’m tired of all the stupid treatments!” He lied.

She didn’t recognize him. This wasn’t the Nico she knew.

“So you’re not gonna at least try?”

“This isn’t your decision.” He reminded her with malice.

It wasn’t, she couldn’t tell him to anything. So she slung her bag over her shoulder and went for the door.

“Yeah, you’re right. Giving up is the best course of action here.” She quipped. “Wouldn’t have it any other way!” Y/n stormed out.

He didn’t mean to chase her off. He followed her.

“Y/n! Babe! Wait!” He ran down the hall. He found her as she rounded a corner.

“Go lay down, you shouldn’t be up.” She didn’t look back as she marched out the door.

It was a sweet sentiment. But her tone was laced with poison.

He couldn’t let her leave, it wasn’t right.

Nico desperately grabbed her wrist and pulled her to face him. She was forced to look into his tired eyes.

“Please don’t go.” He mumbled in her ear. His lip quivered.

“If you’re gonna decide to die, then I shouldn’t have to watch, Nico!” She pushed herself off of him with a a sob. “You’re saying you’re giving up! I can’t fucking let you!”

She took a few steps back. She wanted to gain a little distance. If y/n stayed in his arms for too long she’d give in, like she always does.

A boy so filled with sun, was going dim.

“I’m scared! Okay, I admit it, I’m terrified!” Nico walked closer. “Cause it never works! I’ve been sick my whole life!”

She shook her head.

“But it could work. You won’t even take the chance! That’s not the Nico I know, it’s not the boy I fell in love with!” She clutched her bag, pain oozed from every inch of skin, her eyes, her throat.

“It’s not gonna work.” He insisted.

“If it doesn’t work, then….” She took a sorrowful pause. “Then I-‘ll.” She was choking.

He waited for a response.

“I’ll sit with you, everyday.” She continued.

Tears fell onto his cheeks.

“And I won’t make you get better, I’ll just be there. I won’t talk about it, won’t tell you to get treatment.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Y/n had been the thing keeping him going for so long. Telling him to take his meds, listen to his doctors, to rest, to eat. In many ways she kept him alive, in spite of the cancer. In spite of everything.

Y/n had read paper over paper his condition. To help him.

“But you have to try.” She finished, barely audible between sobs.

Nico thought about all the pain he’s been through. Then he realized how much pain he put her through. He was so absorbed in his own suffering he couldn’t see her’s.

“Okay.” His response was weak.

He gave in, now she could too.

Y/n threw herself at him, into the tightest hug he’s ever had. Her knees were so weak she considered falling to the ground.

“I’ll be there the whole time.” She promised as they wrapped their arms around each other.

“I love you, so much.” He said earnestly.

“I love you too.”

#milo manheim #fanfic #nico alexander #x reader #Nico Alexander x reader #doogie kamealoha m.d.

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I don’t remember whether or not I sent one in lmao so here

Nico Alexander, prompt 16, Angst Level 8/10

NO DEATH PLEASE I DONT WANT NICO DYING IN THIS BC I WILL SOB

you did I’m working on it hon LMAOO

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could you maybe do Wally Clark with prompt 6 like fluff level 9/10?

xx

Weird Ass Dream

Wally Clark x Reader

Im very much willing to do a pt.2

Two best friends, died a year apart. How tragic.

Just a year after Wally Clark broke his neck, Y/n fell off the roof. It was an accident, she was having a cigarette and tripped.

Now she was dead, sitting in a circle with other ghosts. And next to her deceased best friend.

She wasn’t sure if they were friends anymore really. He won’t even look at her.

“Yeah I wasn’t wearing my good shoes, what can you do?” She shrugged it off when the teacher in shoulder pads asked her how she felt.

Everyone had been looking at her strangely. Only more so when she didn’t seem to mind her death.

“Is something on my face?” She asked.

“No it’s just, you don’t seem to care that you’re dead.” A boy named Charley spoke up.

“Well it was my fault, my only unfinished business is to stop being an idiot.” She laughed to herself dryly. No one else found it funny.

After group Y/n stopped Wally. “Hey! Wally wait up!” He has been ignoring her.

“Oh hey.” He cleared his throat, feeling awkward.

“Look, I know this is weird. But you’re acting like you don’t even know me.” She lightly shoved his shoulder. She always did that when she was trying to get him to listen.

Like really listen.

“And why is everyone looking at me?” She mumbled as everyone walked out the door. Smirks on their faces.

“I kinda told them we dated.” Wally spoke quickly. So much so she almost didn’t hear him.

It took her a moment. That would explain the girl in black’s comments. And the funny look Charley had been giving her all day.

“You what?!” She smacked him in the chest. He retracted in on himself.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to- stop hitting me!”

“Why would you do that? What if there are any cute ghost boys? They won’t want me now!” She whispered.

Wally rolled his eyes.

“They were just asking why I would follow you around all the time and I told them we were fiends but they didn’t believe me.” He explained.

She sighed.

“So you just told them we were dating?” She asked flatly.

“Well I didn’t think it would matter! Then you just had to go and die!”

“This is not my fault! You need to tell them you lied!” She started to walk away.

Wally grabbed her arm. “Y/n, wait.”

She spun around. Looking at him, she realized how stupid it was to be bad at him for something like that. She had her best friend back, she’s already dogging on him.

She hugged him. “Wally, I’m just glad you’re here.”

“Me too. But I was gonna say we could just, fuck with when for a while. This is a great opportunity.” He looked down at her.

She took a moment to think. And realized the genius of his plan.

“Okay, but don’t mess it up.” She pointed at him.

He gave her a look of betrayal. “I won’t mess it up!”

“I will not let you ruin my dream of fake dating.”

“That’s a fucking weird ass dream.”

“Shhhhhhhh.”

#fanfic #milo manheim #school spirits #wally clark #x reader #fanfiction #wally clark x reader

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For the record I’d love to see some angry fluff

I’m gonna start working on my requests tmrw! I had a shitty day today and I’m just not in a writing mood right now, I may write some later, but I don’t really know yet.

I’m going in order of what requests I like the best by the way, so if you’re waiting for yours, it’s coming. I want to work on the ones I like the best last so I’m not rushing through those!

Thank y’all for reading and requesting, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long. My week just hasn’t been good at all, and I hate writing when I’m angry or sad, it leads to somehow angry fluff. Idk it just happens lmao

Here’s a poem I wrote so I can put something at least out, I wrote it back in February

They say he’s a monster

They say he’s not well

They say he only cares about himself

That he’s not good for anyone’s health

But what if you’re the monster

Who’s hiding in the dark

Fearing the spark

The spark that will start a fire

That will let the world see that you’re a liar

That he’s not a monster at all

That it’s you that’s at fault

You’re the monster

You’re the person who isn’t well

You don’t care about anyone other than yourself

And when everyone finds out

You will scream and shout

Crying about how you’re innocent

Isn’t that what he did?

The man you call a monster

The man you call insane

He is not the one to blame

You are the monster you make him out to be

Just wait and see

How everyone will turn

How everyone will hate

For you, it’ll be too late

Too late for apologies

Too late for more lies

Just go ahead and say your goodbyes

For everyone will finally know

That he’s broken

And you’ve done nothing to try and fix him

Isn’t that what a father is supposed to do

Fix what’s broken in their family

Instead you broke him further

Blaming him for what you did

He’s hurt and you’re the cause of that

And that’s a known fact

And for that everyone will know

That you’re the monster

Hiding in the dark

Fearing the spark I’m about to bring

I hope it burns

I hope it’s like hell

I hope it’s this unbearable pain

Because you’re the only one to blame

Does that make me insane

For wanting you to feel that kind of pain

The kind you put him through

Over and over

Through and through

I hope you burn

Because you will finally realize that

You are the only one to blame

You’re the one who’s insane

This is what happens when I write while angry, I write a poem about hoping Ward Cameron suffers, and burns. Can ya tell I love Rafe?

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Would you be open to writing a Xavier fanfic from School Spirits

Yeah totally! Put in an request babes!

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hi! i was wondering if i could request a fic? it would be wally x reader. the prompt would be y/n having nightmares about her death and wally comforts her and talks to her and then holds her while she sleeps which stops the nightmares. if not that’s totally ok. thank you. :)

Ofcs babe it sounds so cute!

Also this one went off the rails I’m not gonna lie but I’ve been working on it on and off for days and it just needs to be posted at this point. Enjoy.

Nightmares and late swims

The sting of death is still fresh long after it’s over. It presents itself in a lot of different ways. Like anger, or humor. Or nightmares.

Y/n died in shop class, falling off a ladder. She wakes up to a sleep jerk every time she sleeps. Ghosts may not need sleep, but every so often she’s hopeful to sleep through the night.

Tonight, her hope was misplaced.

She gasped awake, disoriented and dizzy. The room was pitch black. She accidentally rolled off the couch in the teachers’ lounge, not knowing which way was up.

“Ow!” She sounded, after tumbling into the coffee table.

Her eyes adjusted to the little light in the room. Reality finally crept its way in. She’s been dead for years, why was she still scared? She can’t get hurt anymore. Well, busting her face on the coffee table hurt.

The door swung open and hit the wall. She shot up from her place on the floor.

“Y/n? You okay?” Wally huffed from the doorway. He was running.

“What? Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Y/n rubbed her face, still not totally awake.

Wally saw that she was on the floor, he walked over to help her back onto the couch.

“I heard screaming.” He whispered, brushing hair out of her face.

She sighed. Y/n never wanted to bother him with the nightmares. The past was past. She shouldn’t be having them.

“It was a nightmare, it’s nothing.” She assured, with shaking hands and washed out skin. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead.

Wally saw the state she was in. It wasn’t nothing.

He pulled her into his side, he was relieved to see her. But he was also sad. He had a few nightmares over the years. They were scary, it’s worse when you feel like you can’t talk about them.

“I get them sometimes. You don’t have to pretend to be fine.”

She looked at him with surprise. Wally gets nightmares? But he’s always so happy.

“I just feel like I’m falling. They’re not necessarily scary.” Her voice shook.

You don’t have to pretend to be fine.

It was a hard message to swallow. Because she did. Who was she to bother him with something like nightmares?

“That sounds terrifying to me.” He reassured.

She let herself break down. Tears swelled in her eyes and she finally hugged him back.

“I’m so sick of it.” She cried.

She was tired of not being able to sleep, tired of waking up in the middle of the night. It was eating away at her.

“What do you do?” She asked.

“What?” He asked, it understanding the question.

“When you have a nightmare, what do you do?” She asked again.

He took a moment to think. He had a answer.

“Well, I think about you. Takes my mind of it it.”

She laughed, she couldn’t help it.

“Why are you laughing?” He questioned.

“Of course you’d find a way to flirt with me.”

Wally was a flirt, he’d try and be slick about it. But she always saw through him. He was always trying to impress her, always saying things like that.

“I’m not- no. I’m not flirting I’m serious.” He caught her laughter.

“So, are you suggesting I think about myself when I have a nightmare or….”

“You’re cruel.” He sighed.

“Sorry. I have trouble accepting help. If you didn’t notice.” She apologized.

“It’s okay.”

Y/n had an idea.

“How about we do something else?”

“Like what?”

She was getting tired of sitting there feeling sorry for herself. So she dragged him to the pool.

“I’ve never swam at night before. Thought it would be fun!” She pulled off her shirt.

Wally turned around.

“Oh come on.” She rolled her eyes. “Never seen a bra before?”

“I just wasn’t expecting that.” He kept his gaze to the other side of the room.

“You’re being dramatic.” She pulled off her shorts. “It’s no different from a swimsuit.”

She climbed into the pool, it was cold.

“Uh, yeah it is.” He told her in a duh tone.

“Yeah? How?” She asked, happily splashing.

He stammered for an answer. Technically it wasn’t any different.

“Just cause.” He mumbled.

She laughed at him and dipped under the water. When she came up he was still standing there.

“Are you getting in?” She asked.

He rolled his eyes and peeled off his shirt. She enjoyed the view.

Wally was starting to get behind the idea of a late night swim. But then she splashed him.

He looked at her, jaw dropped with betrayal. She wore a shitfaced grin.

He had an idea.

He cannonballed right next to her, splashing her. It was on.

She grabbed a pool noodle and hit him as soon as he came up for air. “Ow! Dude!”

“You almost jumped right on top of me!” She hit him again.

“Oh what’ll happen? You’ll drown?” He dodged.

“In spirit!”

The slashing war was intense. It seemed as though y/n had the upper hand until Wally picked her up and threw her.

“That’s cheating!” She gasped, wet hair in his face.

“You have a weapon!” He motioned to the pool noodle.

“It’s a floatation device!” She argued.

[tremblingmuse]

Taylor Swift

This one is for the swifties out there. I will not accept criticism.

Wally Clark x reader

Wally was used to saying the wrong thing. Usually it was stupid and unimportant. But this time it was personal.

“You know, I like Taylor Swift and everything, but most of her songs sound pretty much the same.” He quipped.

Y/n gave him the pleasure of sharing her earbuds as they listened to Taylor Swift on the roof. She as appalled.

“Excuse me?” She shot her gaze in his direction.

He put on his ‘oh shitt’ face.

“Never mind.” He turned to stare at his hands, avoiding her eyes.

It was a beautiful night, the stars were out, it was perfectly cool, Taylor Swift blasted in their ears. Wally had to ruin the moment.

“Her songs do not sound the same! I can’t believe this. It thought you were a man with taste.” She pulled the headphone cord out of his ear. “You are banned from Taylor Swift.”

He sighed, he ruined it. He also accidentally laughed.

“Come on! She’s good, it’s good!” He opened his arms.

Y/n ignored him. Arms crossed, turned away.

“You can’t stay mad at me forever.”

“Forever and Always.” She referenced.

He rolled his eyes. She was being stubborn.

“Come on, I know you love me.” He teased, moving his face closer to hers.

She turned to look at him, her face fell out of her grimace.

“Of course I do.” She whispered.

He tilted his head, trying to decide if he heard her right.

They were friends, that isn’t something a friend would say.

“What?” He questioned, eyes wide.

Y/n realized what she said, she turned away again, putting the other earbud in, drowning him out.

“No! No!” He pulled the wire out, “What did you say?”

She sighed heavily, thinking about the hole she dug herself into.

“Of course I love you.” She admitted.

Wally was beside himself.

“No, you don’t.” He stood, shaking his head in disbelief.

Y/n scoffed and stood with him.

“What do you mean ‘No.’ I do! Of course I do!” She confirmed.

He looked at her, puzzled. How could he not know? He should’ve known.

“Well, I didn’t know that! Forgot to fill me in?” He huffed.

Y/n wished she hadn’t said anything at all. First he insults the music of the gods, then he’s an ass about her confession. Typical.

“You know what? I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget it.” She picked up her bag to leave.

“Wait wait wait wait. Please just wait.” Wally fumbled to stop her. She was already down the stairs.

She wasn’t listening, or at least didn’t want to.

“I didn’t even mean to say that, forget I said anything.” She waved her hands with dismissal. Sarcasm coated her throat.

Wally stopped. He chest sunk with her words.

“So you didn’t mean it?”

Y/n paused, closed her eyes, and breathed. She turned to face him.

“Yes I meant it! So what? It doesn’t matter you don’t even-“

“I love you too!” His words where so rushed, they were almost inaudible.

Both stood there paused, not knowing what to do next. Y/n broke the silence.

“What did you give me all that shit for then?” She motioned behind him, to the roof entrance.

He paced, wanting to say it in a way that wouldn’t make her run off again.

“I just never thought you would.” He admitted, lost for words.

“Well, you were wrong.” She told him.

Wally stepped closer, taking her hands. A shining smile on his face.

“Was I?” He grinned.

She nodded, pulling him in.

“Wrong about Taylor Swift too.”

“Oh my God.”

“She’s a lyrical genius!”

#fanfic #milo manheim #school spirits #wally clark #x reader #wally clark x reader

[tremblingmuse]

Request page!

Putting things I write for here!

School spirits

Wally Clark (in love currently)

Maddie Nears

Rhonda

Prom Pact

Ben Plucket

Doogie Kameāloha, M.D

Nico Alexander

And some prompts to get you started. You don’t HAVE to go off this list here’s just some ideas. and no smut pls it scares me.

“How about a date?” “I can do a date.”

“Do you hate me? Because it seems like you do.”

“I don’t care what they think!” “You should.”

“Don’t walk away from me!” “I’m not walking! I’m running! 🏃”

“You’re too good to me.”

“I kinda told them we’re dating…” “You WHAT?!”

“You’re so annoying!”

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re flirting with me.” “I am.” “Excuse me?”

“Can’t you be serious for two seconds please?” “Absolutely not, no.”

“I love you.” “We can’t do that anymore.”

“Who the hell are you?” “Ur mom. Sorry it’s an impulse.”

“Get away from me!” “No!” “Why not?!” “Because I’m in love with you!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” “Thanks! Wait…”

“Your insults suck.” “I’m flirting with you…” “it’s not working.”

“You’re cute! And nice! And cool! I hate it!”

“Please, don’t go.”

“You’re the best!” “I know.” *wink*

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” *pulls out camera.*

“I screwed up, I’m sorry.” “I know.”

*banter*

“Why are we always fighting?” “I don’t know.”

“Admit it. You love me.” “Of course I do.”

“You really fucked up.”

“But I like you!” “You like them more.”

“You scared me!”

“Just be careful.” “Never.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “I didn’t want you to worry.”

You can add other specifics like tropes or angst levels 1-10 so you can add more specifics.

Ex. Comedy, against, fluff

For example: prompt 18, rivals to lovers, fluff level 8.

Or you can wing it whatever works best.