Forgive Me Lord For I Am Thinking Dirty Thoughts 🤭

!!!Season 2 spoilers!!

I have a question regarding my story, would you want to read about Maddie getting her body back like the show (some details changed cos ya know plagiarism) or skip it, have a week time jump and have the characters reflect on everything that’s happened?

Wally is unhinged this season.

“You’ve been here four years babe, try forty”

“Where can we find a bazooka?”

“Why didn’t you break the glass?”

“Maybe she was like a secret brew master. Like making prison hooch”

“Oh my God Rhonda can you please take her back? You wake it you buy it”

“Out of the closet or the pottery room?”

Charley: like body shots?

Wally: ooh I miss those

Wow

Nothing lasts forever,

but you were gone too soon

You were robbed of summer

I was robbed of you

I'm feral about these sad dead kids.

:']

masterlist <3

siobhan (sha-von) - 22 - they/she

stranger things

eddie munson

one-shots:

electric touch

either way / no doubt

headcannons:

reckless driver

school spirits

wally clark

one-shots:

hello my old heart

just breathe

pas de deux

multiparts:

don't go breaking my heart -

1. don't stop (thinking about tomorrow)

2. don't you want me

3. don't worry baby

Did I just make my own Wally Clark and school spirits merch because of the lack of anything original? Yes, yes I did. Was it $80 AUD yes, it was and I got no regrets 😂 I added my designs below 👇

MILO MANHEIM in SCHOOL SPIRITS

Music To My Ears

18+ MDNI NSFW WARNING

Summary: You’re sitting in the music room playing the piano and Wally joins you

Pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, mostly smut, grinding, swearing, mention of Mr. Martin haha, friends to lovers, you’re a ghost too

author’s note: this is my first fanfiction EVER. I wrote it at like 3am, so I’m sorry if there are any errors. Enjoy!

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Riley sat in the music room, fingers dancing across the piano keys. Ever since the ghost gang discovered Mr. Martin had been withholding information, she’d felt off-balance. The music room had always been her safe space. A place to think. To feel. She was lost in the melody when Wally walked in. “Hey, Riley. Whatchu doin?” he asked, his smile familiar and easy. “Just playing around,” she replied without looking up.

In life, they’d been opposites. Different cliques. Different lives. But once you’re dead, none of that matters. They’d been there for each other from the start. Tonight felt different. Wally had this glow about him, like something inside him was shifting. She felt it, too. Like a hum beneath her skin.

“Want me to teach you a few keys?” she asked, patting the bench beside her. He sat without hesitation. She took his hand, and guided his fingers over the keys. Together, they fumbled through Mary Had a Little Lamb, laughter echoing through the empty room.

“Wow, look at you,” Riley said with a soft laugh, her fingers still hovering above his. “A real prodigy.” Wally grinned. “Yeah, well I’ll never play like you do.”She nudged his knee. “Please. With a few hundred years of practice, you might be ready for the second-grade talent show.”He chuckled, low and warm. Neither of them moved their legs. The contact was light, but it sparked something, something old, something new.

Wally’s voice dipped. “You know, I like learning from you.” Riley swallowed hard. The room felt suddenly still and heavy. Like the air was watching. It had felt like time itself had stopped. Just Riley and Wally.

Wally tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers trailing to her jaw. The touch made her breath hitch, just enough for him to notice. He leaned in, slow and careful. For a moment Wally hesitates, as if he was waiting for her to pull away. But she didn’t. She leans in too. Their lips met. Soft at first, tentative. But the longer it lasted, the deeper it grew. Hungry, like they’d both been holding this in for far too long. Even in death, they made each other feel alive.

Wally pulls back just enough to whisper, “you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this” like a kid in a candy store. Riley laughs. “Then stop waiting.” They crashed together again, heavier and messier. Like they were on a mission.

Her fingers slid into his dark fluffy hair, tugging just enough to draw a quiet moan out of Wally. She smiled against his lips, taking note of that reaction for later. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, grounding her like she might float away.

She climbed onto his lap, legs on either side of him now, and everything shifted. The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing together like they were trying to become one.

Riley started to shift on his lap, straddling him fully making her dress bunch up as she settled into his hips. Wally sucked in a sharp breath, hands tightening around her waist. The kiss became sloppier. Tongues brushing, mouths open. She rocked against him slowly, and felt his body tense beneath her. Every movement felt euphoric.

A low groaned escaped him, buried in the kiss which sent heat floating through Riley’s body. “Fuck” Wally muttered. “You keep doing that and I’m going to lose it.” “Good,” she whispers, hips moving more deliberately this time dragging herself against the growing pressure between them.

His hands slid under her dress, fingers skating across her skin. She gasped as he grazed toward her chest, exploring like it was sacred. She continued to roll her hips again, harder into him with a slow, steady, rhythm. Wally’s head tipped back, lips parted in a silent moan. Riley’s hands trailed down his chest, dragging his shirt up, exposing his gorgeous chest.

“I’ve thought about this,” he said, voice hoarse, “so many times.” She began pressing kisses throughout his neck, sucking just enough to hear him gasp.“Yeah?” she murmured. “What else do you think about?”

He answered by grabbing her hips and guided her down, sync up to her. Their clothes rubbed and twisted between them. Fabric catching in all the right places. Her clit throbbed with every drag, every pulse of pressure.

She whimpered against his neck. “Wally.” He brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her like he was starving. His hips were moving faster now, the friction and ache building. She was so close, and from the sound of his groans, Wally was definitely right there with her. “Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Please don’t stop!”“I’m not going anywhere,” he panted thrusting up to meet her rhythm. Their bodies in perfect harmony, connected enough to feel every pulse of pressure.

When it finally happened, when they came undone together, it wasn’t just physical. It was something deeper.

Then Silence. Comfortable, warm silence.

The only sounds heard was their heavy breathing and soft kisses. They sat together in each other’s embrace.

“Wally?” she whispered.

“Yes baby”

“I love you”

He smiled against her skin. “I love you too”

And together they both let out a sigh of relief. Like they were finally home. 😊

Author’s note: I saw someone say bring back dry humping so I was like SAY LESS

I’m creaming oops I mean screaming

Standing ovulation. I mean ovation. Whatever 10/10

Milo manheim is 100% my favorite nepo baby 💖