Felt this in my core
if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.
Why must I crave the one thing I fear?
I wish to wake up to someone beside me, snoring softly while the morning sun creeps in through the blinds.
I want to be wanted.
Yet the thought of someone falling in love with me is terrifying.
Falling in love is terrifying.
The thought of being left broken is terrifying.
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Sex, Drugs, Etc.
Warnings: Talk of drugs/Drug use. Possible smut in the future. SH. A lot of plot. EXTREME Canon divergence. Before Maddies time. Set in 2022 - early 2023. Sleep Paralysis. Panic attack. Blood. Hearing voices. Disassociation. Suicide. Drowning. Rehab. Overdose. Vomit. Dead Body. Death. Self Depreciation. Angst. Relapse. Self Hate. Huffing Chemicals. Reader is Bipolar Coded Though Its Not Explicitly Stated. This is NOT meant to romanticize addiction or mental illness.
(The trigger warnings will grow as the story goes on. This story is dark and has a lot of mature topics. There will be specific warnings before every chapter. Please read responsibly. If you have any questions feel free to ask. :)
Title: Sex, Drugs, Ect.
Status: Ongoing
Parts: 9
Words: 18,192
Paring: Wally Clark x Fem!Reader (No use of Y/N)
You can also find this fic on Wattpad or AO3
{ Part one } { Part two } { Part three } { Part four } { Part five } { Part six } { Part seven } { Part eight } { Part nine }
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School Spirits Masterlist
General Masterlist
Wally Clark x Reader
Warnings: Slight ep.5 spoiler but not really, its the brief mention of a scene but not actually what happens. fluff
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This man would go all out for valentines day… well as out as he can while trapped in the school.
I'm talking spending hours making a bouquet of paper flowers for you. Technically he could probably get some from the greenhouse but that's not as romantic as making them himself.
Most of your gifts will be stolen from living students on valentines day. Okay just about all of them but still he makes it seem romantic.
Movie night, huge stuffed bear, and a shit ton of chocolate. It’s a perfect night. You don’t like chocolate? Don’t worry he's got eyes everywhere watching for someone to walk in with something that you like. Technically it's just him and Charly but he makes it seem all dramatic like he’s got every ghost looking out.
Sweet little makeout session in the greenhouse while you ask him why he didn’t just get you normal flowers. He’d shut you up with another kiss because he ain’t got time for all your questions when he's trying to get freaky. (Ignore me i'm losing my mind after the pool scene)
I’ve said it once and I'll say it again, cuddles cuddles CUDDLES. He doesn't care when or where he always just wants to wrap you in his arms and smother you with love. Sweet gentle kisses and whispers of praise. (SOMEBODY SEDATE ME)
You’d force him to watch A Walk to Remember and he’d cry like a baby. “And they say romance is dead.” Said through pitiful sobs.
He’d make you slow dance with him. I mean SLOOOOOW. Like staring into your soul with the biggest smile imaginable while you two hold onto each other and barely move. More sweet kisses and gentle words as he rocks you back and forth.
(Okay thats all. I swear I'm working on Sex, Drugs, Etc. I just needed a break from all the sadness. Anyways imma go convince my friend to be my valentine because he has no free will in our friendship. Hope you enjoy my descent into madness. 😀)
IM NOT WRITING SO MUCH TO COPE WITH THE FACT THAT SEASON 2 IS OVER *I scream as they drag me back to my padded room* okay on a real note I think I need help. I'm done with midterms, I'm off work for the next 2 days, no more school spirits and I just don't know what to do. Am I expected to be a normal average member of society and hang out with my friends? I can't rant to them about my pain because they're normal about things. They don't get obsessed to the point that they write till their fingers are numb. Okay I think I got it all out there, anyways imma go back to pretending that I'm not mentally ill 😊
Hi I just wanted to say I really love your writing and your wonderful
Currently ugly crying 😭 okay okay I know that's dramatic but my heart is literally melting. I use writing as a coping mechanism so knowing that there's someone out there thats read it and thought "that's pretty good" is just so comforting.
I love you sweet sweet nony and I hope you never step on a Lego, burn your mouth on food, accidentally bite your lip really hard, or stub your toe ever again.
Anyways I'm going back to my secluded corner to write part 5 :)
Wally Clark x Afab! Reader
Warnings: Smut. Riding. Public sex??? (It's in the art room) Unrealistic (cus passion doesn't really exist)
(this was just supposed to be another one of those posts where I just rambled about wally but somehow it instantly turned into a smut one-shot. Idk how it happened but here we are. I've never written smut except for small broken up little pieces from when I ramble so sorry if this is shitty)
⚠️ Smut below the cut, beware ⚠️
I physically can't exist any longer without having this man 😩😭😩 Like I'm screaming without the s I think I need to go back the therapy. Anyways anyone else been thinking about riding him???? No just me? Okay
On a real note imagine him gently guiding your hips while you rock back and forth on top of him. Loving dazed eyes while he admires you, worships you and your gentle rhythm. Not daring to break eye contact in fear that the feeling deep in his stomach will disappear, the feeling that keeps him grounded to you, stops him from floating away completely.
It was just supposed to be a relaxed day, hanging out in the art room while you both attempted to paint each other. That quickly changed when you planted a sweet kiss on his lips. That innocent little act turned heated in an instant. Blame Wally, he has no self control when it comes to you. His mind turning to mush the second your body grazes his, critical thinking skills going out the window.
Somehow you ended up on top of him, clothes thrown in a flurry. His hands dancing carefully on your body, skin to skin, lips to lips, heart to heart.
His hands slowly sliding down to where you needed him the most, teasing you but only for a moment before he allows you some relief. Fingers pressing against your clit, making slow agonizing circles that made you melt into his touch.
His kisses moving to your jaw then down your neck when he sucked at your pulse point , dragging a sweet sigh out of you that made him groan, sending vibrations onto the delicate skin of your throat.
Gently grinding on his fingers to attempt to cure the ache that's throbbing between your legs. The heat rising, making you feel like your body's on fire and the only cure is the gorgeous man with his hand massaging your sensitive clit.
"Come here baby" He pulls you so your chest is touching his, body's flush against each other. The tension in the room was thick as he grinded his cock against you. Sliding against you as he let your wetness coat him.
It happened slow, him gently guiding his tip into your entrance. Allowing you to sink down onto him at your own pace. Slow, gentle, rocking of your hips while you saver the moment.
Peace and quiet, just the soft sound you two make for each other. A moment just for you and him to bask in. Absolute bliss.
(okay I'm cutting it off there. I wrote this instead of studying for the 4 quizzes I have this week 🥲)
Edit: I should have studied.... I failed one of them 😐
Rafah? As in the "Evacuate here, it's a safe spot while we bomb the rest of Palestine" Rafah? The Rafah that most of the remaining Palestinians have been forcibly packed into as a supposed safe zone? That Rafah?
How people can still deny a genocide is beyond me
Would anyone want to see a drabble of Human!Reader showing the Sully kids and Spider the song WAP?
I ain't ever fucking around with you bitches again season 4 of the umbrella academy only been out for TWO FUCKING DAY and someone already spoiled it for me, ive been waiting so fucking long for this i deadass cant anymore 😭😭😭
bi, I like horror and art, I write sometimes when I feel like it, she/her, 18
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