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whoopsyeahokay · 6 months ago

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October Sun

summary: Wally had had no idea what he'd been looking at. Had barely had a reaction to it apart from subtle feelings of anxiety. In fact, it hadn't inspired anything more than a shrug and the thought of, "Neat. It's a tree."

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.16

Group adjourned with Mr. Martin's instruction to pick anything but Rudy for tomorrow's Movie Night. Maddie split almost immediately; in pursuit of another lead or to stalk Mr. Anderson, Wally wasn't sure, but once he heard the door click behind her, he sagged in relief.

Too soon, he realized. When he looked up he saw Rhonda bolt from her seat and cut through the center of the circle like a shark through water, Charley on her heels.

"What was that?" She challenged, sizing the length of Wally up with a wave of her bare lollipop stem.

"What was what?"

Charley squinted at him, quickly scanned about before he leaned in and furtively said, "Oh, I don't know. How about that monstrosity of a performance you just forced us to participate in?"

Wally gulped, "I—"

"Spare us the crap, puppycat," Rhonda snipped, "We've seen each other's transcripts."

"I saw him misspell fundraiser," Charley added in a mockery of an anecdote Wally had shared during the session. And then, accusingly, "I know you know what a pun looks like."

Wally found himself on the back foot, mind going blank as he groped for an explanation that hedged the truth enough to get him out of Charley and Rhonda's crosshairs, but that didn't expose that he'd already known about the phone call and Mr. Anderson and the hush money.

"I was just...Uh..."

Unfortunately, Charley and Rhonda were too damn smart and your skill of inventing plausible excuses on the spot hadn't yet rubbed off on him. Inwardly, he reinforced his defenses and prepared for the Spanish Inquisition (nobody expects it).

"Wally," Rhonda said, blade-sharp, and Wally winced at her use of his actual name, "I know you think it's sweet to play clueless meathead in front of your crush—"

Oh. Okay. Sure. "That's—"

"—but, trust me, it doesn't work. Don't dumb yourself down just to get her to like you." Rhonda finished with a long-suffering roll of her eyes. An action that translated to mother-hen affection in a normal person.

"Besides," Charley said, a slack hint of sass to his syllables, "I think she just wants to figure things out. Not play tonsil hockey with a ghost who probably shared biology with the teacher that murdered her."

Wally tried to make his face react appropriately, had no idea if he pulled it off, but Charley and Rhonda didn't comment so he assumed it couldn't have been too bad.

"I don't think Mr. A is that old," Wally mumbled, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "But...thanks, guys."

He had to acknowledge that it was nice that his friends cared about him. That they saw him as more than the overexcited golden retriever they often criticized him of being and wanted to make sure he wasn't trying to people-please his way into someone's heart.

Charley's expression mollified, "Anytime, big guy."

In feigned bitterness, "Well, I've done my good deed for the day," Rhonda announced, pushing past Wally to head for the door, "Let's go."

Wally turned as if to follow her, however, he caught Ajay's eye before he could commit to the action. He remembered then what Ajay had told him in the teacher's lounge about showing Wally something he 'needed to see'.

"I'll catch up in a bit," He called after Charley and Rhonda, backstepping toward Ajay to make his intentions obvious.

Charley shot Wally a lazy salute, "We'll be in the library for a while," and then turned on his heel to trail after Rhonda.

After decades of being in each other's pockets, it wasn't uncommon for members of their haunt to seek time one-on-one with each other. Everyone respected the unspoken exclusivity without comment and was especially understanding toward Wally, who had been the only teenage guy amongst them until 1992.

Bernie and Katelynn greeted Wally as he approached Ajay, though soon took their leave, Katelynn with a small and bashful, "See ya, Wally."

"Bye Katy-Cat." He said through a charming smile, ruffling her hair when she came into reach.

Katelynn shoved his arm away playfully, blowing Wally a raspberry before she continued over to the empty circle, immediately setting to work helping Mr. Martin and Bernie stack the chairs.

Wally turned back to Ajay, "Alright, my guy, where to?"

They exited through the side door, sunlight temporarily blinding Wally after having spent an hour sitting in the poorly lit assembly hall. Not giving Wally's eyes a chance to adjust, Ajay took him by the elbow and physically maneuvered him in the right direction.

"It won't seem like much," Ajay said as if in warning, "so you need to trust me." He released Wally's elbow when Wally began to move under his own power, and hurried his stride.

"I do trust you," Wally replied, voice bouncing as he picked up his pace to match Ajay's. "Whatever you're gonna show me, it's gotta be important."

Ajay's ears reddened. "Thank you."

They were headed toward the tree line along the backside of the school, the field spread out to Wally's right. Down the steps, along the path, picnic tables and chainlink fence. Cheerleaders practiced their pyramid and the junior gym class played kickball.

Anxiety began to creep over Wally as they neared the boundary line, a slow and subtle discharge of fear frequency transmitting across his brain in a cold flush.

"Heeey, are you sure this is the right way?" Wally had to ask, his skin starting to feel clammy and too tight on the bones of his fingers. He began to slow his steps, afraid of being circus-canoned back to the 5-yard line, but Ajay plowed ahead without concern. "Dude?"

Wally almost rammed into him for how abruptly Ajay stopped, the toes of Ajay's shoes so close to the invisible line it gave Wally heart palpitations.

"There." Ajay said, pointing at a tree that stood approximately two meters beyond the school grounds.

The tree wasn't anything special. Tall, leafy, burled in various places up its trunk, and roots weaved and whorled around its base, some thick enough to sit on comfortably. Carved initials and numbers and heart shapes by students who'd wanted to immortalize their memory in its bark. It was the kind of thing one would expect from a tree in a private area near a building full of teenagers, really.

"What am I looking at?" Wally asked.

"I don't know what it means, so don't ask me," Ajay stated, clearly preempting that Wally would have questions after whatever Ajay was preparing to demonstrate. Ajay crouched to gather a stone from the ground, "Watch this."

He tossed the stone. It smacked the tree, dislodging a piece of loose bark from the center of a crooked heart—bullseye—and fell without fanfare into a nest of roots, a thin poof of dirt raised on impact.

Wally waited for something to happen. And waited. A n d waited.

"I don't get it." He said after a few uneventful beats. "Was something supposed to happen?"

"It did happen." Ajay insisted, bending to pick up another stone.

That one, he handed to Wally and motioned for him to throw it at the tree. It hit, denting the bark, but again, that was the end of it. Wally peered up at the leaves—unruffled—then down at the roots—inert—and finally back at Ajay who pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Watch this." He commanded, scooping up another stone as he marched a few feet away. "Are you paying attention?" He asked, not unkindly; an earnest bid for Wally's focus.

Wally gave him a tight smile, "Yup," and a thumbs up, taking a few steps closer to prove the point.

Ajay flung the stone. Except, this time, it ricocheted back as soon as it pierced the barrier. Disappeared for a blink and then spat back out, flying in the reverse direction. Ajay threw his arms up and protected his face a split-second before the stone struck him, bouncing off his forearm to land with a thud at his feet.

Wally's jaw dropped, "What the shit?"

"Do you get it now?" Ajay questioned, dusting off his hands as he strolled back to Wally.

With a frown, "Sort of?" Wally reached for the barrier, not quite touching for fear of what could happen and where he'd end up, but just enough to feel its presence warm the palm of his hand. "I guess it would be too easy if we could go through, huh?"

"I attempted it a couple of times," Ajay shook his head, "Either way, the barrier is definitely weakest here. And," He paused, building suspense, "At four other points around the school."

Eyes fixed on the tree, Wally hypothesized, "If we figure out how to weaken it more at any of these points, we might be able to get out of here..."

"We just might," Ajay concurred, "I tried finding information in the library and the computer lab, but—" It was a Christian school board, he didn't have to say, and occult topics were heavily vetted.

There weren't likely to be any useful books available and the online network was limited, browsers blocking sites the school didn't want its students to visit. Wally's knowledge of the latter was an embarrassing smear on his reputation that he'd had to beg Charley to keep secret.

He shoved the memory back in its box and once more buried it in the darkest recesses of his mind.

Never again...

"You think my girl would know how to handle this?" Wally asked despite having already determined he was going to tell you about the barrier's weak points. He just wanted to make sure Ajay was aware and on board.

Ajay shrugged, "She certainly has access to more resources than we do. Couldn't hurt to mention it."

It was settled. Squaring his shoulders and straightening his spine, Wally broke his scrutiny of the tree and turned to Ajay.

"Alright, then, show me what we're working with."

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PART FIFTEEN - PART SEVENTEEN

also available on AO3!

MASTERLIST

#Milo Manheim #Wally Clark #Wally Clark x Reader #fem!reader #Wally Clark smut #Wally Clark fanfiction #Milo Manheim fanfiction #School Spirits #zed necrodopolis #Disney Zombies #October Sun

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the-universal-sun · 2 days ago

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On what age range does Stan regress? And also what type of agree gear does be use? Just politely asking as a fren :3

Yes! Thank you friend for the ask! There’s going to be more coming this way because I’ll have entirely too much time on my hands in the next few days! So please enjoy this too!

Can you guys tell what book I apparently really like?

I don’t think there’s a solid age he regresses down to, like consistently, I think it’s around the 2-5 mark, unless something happens or he’s feeling extremely distressed, then he regresses down younger. Which, in that case, means he HAS to have someone take care of him. Which is probably going to be Ford, he’s the only one he can really trust to care for him in the way he needs when he feels that young.

As for gear, it depends.

If Fiddleford is his caregiver (and even though this would be in the early 80s we are going to be anachronistic. This is fiction we can take liberties) then he’s getting at least one pacifier. Fidds probably made it for Stan so he doesn’t mess up his teeth even more, and he probably made it to have a cute little nickname spelled out. I like to think Fidds uses food/southern nicknames for Stanley when regressed, so think something like “Pumpkin” or “Junebug”. He does have his “Poindexter” plush that he’s had since he was 19, but Fidds does win him a really big Duck plush when the fair comes to Gravity Falls. He has some sippy cups because he has a tendency to tilt the cup all the way up and pour his drink all down his face and clothes. He really only has some footie pajamas for when it gets to be winter up there. It’s not easy to come by someone who will custom make clothes in gravity falls, especially nothing like the kind of clothes Stan wants. So he mostly settles for some softer clothing with fun designs and patterns. Nothing vibrant that’ll hurt his eyes. Sweats and grandma sweaters mostly. Fidds makes sure he has a lot of paper and coloring books with as many crayons and markers as he wants. He loves to color and draw. He also has some blocks, a lite brite for when the lights needs to be off so his eyes can rest, play doh, and fighting robots to name a few. He has a few story books that Fidds will read to him. Fidds wants to spoil him, but he knows that he can’t buy Stan everything he wants to, so he does what he can (for now…)

If Ford is his caregiver (we’re doing Grunkle Ford for now) then he is going to do his best to spoil Stan with all he wants as much as possible. From buying stuff online (the internet is marvelous!) to making/inventing it. Ford’s got Stan enough pacifiers stashed around the ship and later shack to have a different one every day. He’s getting Stan sippy cups of all kinds of patterns and designs. it’s easier than cups for him if he’s got dentures since he likes to take those out. He’s got one bottle for the times he’s feeling extra small. He’s got some nice and warm footie pajamas for when they’re in the Arctic, and some lighter ones for more general use-sometimes his brother just needs a lazy day where he can wear what’s basically pajamas. Those kinds of footies are going to be the kind that are animal themed with the ears and tails-Ford thinks they’re so cute. He’s also got some nautical themes pajama sets for the summers spent in Gravity Falls. That’s not even accounting for all the soft handmade sweaters Stan’s got from Mabel that he wears-his favorite having dinos on it-and the soft pants and shorts he feels more comfortable wearing now that his secrets out in the open. I’ve already mentioned Poindexter, that’s a staple for any kind of regressed Stanley, and I mentioned in a few posts Shanklin 2, the stuffed Opposum Ford gets Stan after finding out he’s barely got any Little stuff. He will give Stan all the toys he had back in Jersey and all the toys he’s ever wanted. Legos, blocks, slinkies, playdoh, etch n sketches, fighting robots, hard to break tea sets, coloring books, fancy crayons (This is art, it deserves the best!), anything Stan looks twice at really. He goes a bit overboard, but he’s just trying to make up for all the years he’s missed out on. Also Goodnight Moon, can’t forget that book. That’s Stan’s favorite out of the multitude of books Ford reads to him.

Now if it’s just Stan regressing by himself? He only allows himself the bare minimum. He has Poindexter, an old onesie he allowed himself to buy a few years beforehand, and old and worn pacifier, some crayons, coloring books, blank paper, Ford’s old coat that he likes to wrap around himself when he misses him, a sippy cup, and Goodnight Moon. He feels guilty letting himself indulge. He feels ashamed to be acting like that, a child, to be needing his paci and sippy cup, even in the privacy of his own home, even though he can’t help it. So without anyone there to tell him it’s okay, he doesn’t allow himself to indulge or to spoil himself like he is when he’s being taken care of.

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strawberista · 2 years ago

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Hanekoma tugged at his chin as he eyed her up and down, giving particular attention to her leg, before he finally turned to make his own coffee. He didn't like it, but at the end of the day he knew she wouldn't do anything really dangerous on purpose. She was as responsible as she claimed, and she had something very precious to live for. She wouldn't do that to him or Neku.

"Alright, sister, if ya say so," he finally said. "I'll trust ya. But you better get some real sleep soon, okay? It's not good to push your body to its limits like this. An' what would Phones say if I let something like that happen to 'is mom?"

@strawberry-barista

“Slow down there, Sunshine. Don’t wanna overdo it, a'ight? Just make sure you don’t go operating any heavy machinery. I don’t exactly trust four cups'a joe to keep ya up without crashing hard.”

“I’m responsible, promise.”

The woman walks over to her usual spot at the counter, dropping her bag into the empty stool before plopping down. Her left leg is a however not still until she has to press her ankle behind the right one…

“If I feel the crash I’ll sleep properly in a bed.”

#busy dizzy and lazy ⤙ic⤚⚄#go over it or game over now? ⤙reply⤚⚄#is this a place to shine? ⤙post neo⤚⚄#insightful mother #//HI FREN!#//I MISSED YOU

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carlsworldsworld · 1 year ago

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Fren I don’t even watch Twd but pls anything with negan rick grimes or Daryl Dixon I beg

A/n: girl dw I got you I chose Rick and smut if that’s fine with you. Also this was written on my phone so I am so sorry abt the Grammer

Stress relief

Rick Grimes x fem!reader

Summary: You help out Rick when he needed some stress relief lucky for the BITH of you Rosita and Carl aren’t home.

When Ricks group first came to Alexandria you welcomed them all with a warm smile. When you first saw Rick you couldn’t keep your eyes off him you just couldn’t help it. You let your eyes wander down to his hands which were all veiny and you couldn’t help it as you clenched your thighs together.

“Y/N did you even hear me” You looked up at Jessie. “No what were you saying?” You asked looking at her as she rolled her eyes. “Rick, Carl, and Rosita will be staying with you because you don’t have roommates.” She said walking off before you could protest.

“Right this way” you said leading then to your house. The entire way there you could feel someone staring at you. You showed them their showers and rooms, once you were done you got into the shower.

It’s been six months since that day. You knew it was wrong because of how much older he was but you couldn’t help it your growing feelings for Rick Grimes.

( time skip to about 8 months after they met because I’m to lazy to write it all out)

Today was your day off, you got to lay back and relax. Rick had the complete opposite he was sent on missions then after that having guard duty, he envied you. Once he got home you looked at him from the couch “jeez you’re a mess” you paused “where’s Carl and Rosita?”

You looked at the door as if they were gonna walk in. “They’re at hilltop trying to help them with crops and kind of got stuck” Rick said walking over to the kitchen as he explained but before he could open it you stopped him.

“I don’t think so” you looked up at him “first take a shower and clean yourself up then you can eat” he rolled his eyes “fine” he walked upstairs and you went back to sitting on the couch. About 20 minutes later you hear the shower turn off. Rick walked downstairs with just a pair of pants no shirt.

You couldn’t help it as your eyes slid down his body biting your lip when you looked up at his face you saw he was already looking at you and you felt yourself blush. You couldn’t help but notice that he had shaved.

“Do you think you can cook? I practically cook like Carl” he said breaking the awkward tension in the room. “Yea sure I was about to cook dinner anyway” you said getting off the couch, you didn’t even notice when your pajama shorts slightly rose up exposing a tiny bit of the bottom of your butt cheek.

You felt Rick’s gaze on you as you walked into the kitchen. You felt Rick slide behind you going into the kitchen you couldn’t help but shiver. You felt his breath against your neck. “You know how long I’ve wanted to get you alone? Hm” he said pressing into your backside making your hip press harshly against the counter making you let out a small whimper.

He turned you around so you were facing him. “Rick wai-“ before you could finish Rick cut you off “if you want me to stop I’ll stop and just leave you here”

You bit your lip and then answered “then do it” as soon as you said his lips were on yours, picking you up and instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed your butt on the island unbuttoning your pajama shirt and pulling it off.

As quickly as he started pulling off your shirt he pulled off his then the rest of both of your clothes. Before he did anything else he stopped to admire you. “You’re so beautiful Y/N” you blushed at his words. He walked between your legs kissing you again. Without warning he thrusted into you hard. Making you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure.

He paused as he bottomed out his face buried in your neck letting out small moans and planting kisses on your neck. You were panting and letting out small whimpers into his neck as you were trying to accommodate his size.

He grabbed your face making you look at him “are you okay Y/N?” He looked at you with a bit of concern in his face. “I’m fine” you said giving him a small kiss and wiggling your hips urging him to move.

He pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back into you causing you to let out a loud moan throwing your head back. He started a ruthless pace his head dropped into your neck him letting out loud moans and you letting out whimpers and moans occasionally.

He let out a lewd moan as he felt you clench around him “fuck I’m close are you” he whispered in your ear speeding up “yes” you whimpered into his neck letting out a loud moan into his neck as you came Rick not far behind. He groaned loudly as he spilt himself into you to far gone to even realize what he just did. After cleaning you both up he lied down in bed with you cuddling up against you. Both of you falling asleep.

A/N: y’all I’m so sorry this is bad and kinda short I’ve never rlly written smut before so I am so sorry😭😭 also do y’all maybe want a part 2?

#rick grimes #rick grimes smut #Rick grimes fluff #twd x y/n #twd x reader #twd x you #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x oc

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