#Prom Pact

[patrickispinky]

For the freaks

Ben Plunkett x Afab! Reader

Warnings: Smut Headcanons, Slight Somnophilia, Oral (both giving and receiving) Riding, Inexperience, Ben being a sub cus I said so. I think that's it.

Such a sweet shy boy. Def a virgin but he wouldn't mind you changing that.

Let me start this off with something that's been playing in my head on repeat all day, waking him up with head. 😫 I just know he would be all confused and blushing, a deep shade of red covering his whole face, ears, and down his neck.

"baby- what are you doing?" Said through whines and whispers. (Imma just go put myself in time out) His hands coming down to pull your hair back as he watches the silhouette of your head bob from under the blanket.

He whimper and you can NOT tell me otherwise. This man is a sub and is not ashamed of it.... Okay he's very ashamed and embarrassed but like it's your job to tell him it's okay.

Very inexperienced and I mean VERY. He seems like the type to be scared to watch porn so be patient with him.

Once he figures out what he's doing he's not shy to give you a little something something 😏 He would rather succumb to lockjaw than stop eating your pretty pussy. (Again time out)

Will whine and pout if you try to pull him away. "Just need you to give me one more baby, please, just one more." Said with your juices dripping down his chin.

He loves having you on top of him. Watching your tits bounce as you ride him, worshipping your body. Hands roaming nervously, not exactly knowing where to go.

Knocks the fuck out after. I mean deep sleep but only if you're cuddled up to him.

(okay I'm done 😊 bye bye 👋🏻)

[schoolspiritsfan14]

Story Recommendations Part 2

Okay so 95% of what I read on here is Wally Clark fan fiction, I do however, read others (they just so happen to be other Milo Manheim characters, what can I say the man does something to me🤭😜) and thought I would share my favourites. I will update every so often when I can.

Zombies- Zed Necrodopolis

Bubblegum by @whoopsyeahokay

Stupid Z- band by @cades-outsider

Awkward Question by @stray-kaz

Betwixt (part 2 of awkward question) by @stray-kaz

Midnight Resolution (part 3 of awkward question) by @stray-kaz

When the sun falls by @naok-iyuu

Love is about the details by @naok-iyuu

Its beginning to look a lot like... by @naok-iyuu

A cup full of love by @naok-iyuu

Rushed beginnings by @littlelalu

Undying Desire by @dylobilysmomg

Prom Pact- Ben Plunkett

Death Star by @ryrywrites

Study Routine by @simpingland

Bookstore by @littlelalu

Airport Blues by @rosietoesy

Thanksgiving- Ryan Baker

Ride by @solarismoons

Spend time between the holidays by @rosietoesy

Bound by fear by @dylobilysmomg

Every breath you take by @bloatedandalone04

I want to wear his initial by @ovrgrwnivy

Milo Manheim

No Broke Boys by @yourmomsawh0r3

Smart Girl by @aionue-writes

Obviously by @aionue-writes

Shapeshifter? Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 by @aionue-writes

Rainy day by @wallysletterman

Know you by @wallysletterman

Stories by @littlelalu

Lego Date

Study Date

First impressions

Facetime

I love you

I love you (alternative ending)

Unplanned encounters

Unplanned encounters part 2

A new chapter

Stolen moments

Stolen moments part 2

A perfect fall day

Dangerous games

In the spirit of halloween

[whoopsyeahokay]

Milo Manheim

[menheim]

Happy 24th Birthday Milo Manheim 🤍🎉

[littlelalu]

FaceTime | Milo Manheim (Slight Smut)

WARNING: Some cussing ... some sexual words....

NOTE: Y/N = Your name

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FaceTime

The silence in the apartment felt heavier than usual tonight. I am used to hearing Milo’s laughter echo through the place. He has been gone for a little over a month to film season 2 of School Spirits in Vancouver. I couldn’t go with him due to my job and school. This has been the longest time without seeing each other. We do Facetime, call, and text every day but it’s not the same. I want him here, with me. I knew what I was getting myself into when I began dating him, but I didn’t expect to miss him this much. This week was the worst too. I have been wanting “him”. I keep having flashbacks from the last time we had sex. His hands are all over my body, His m, his plus eyes. I have been doing everything to keep my mind off it by watching shows, going on a walk with Louie, and doing homework. NOTHING HELPS.

From the corner of my eye, I saw my phone screen lit up. I grabbed my phone and checked who it was. It was Milo.

“Hey Babe. Just got done filming and I am heading to the hotel now. Are you still up?” he said when I answered.

We have a 2-hour time difference. “Hiii babe! Yeah, it’s only 8 here haha. How was filming?” I texted back. I saw the little text bubble pop up again.

 ‘It was fucking amazing. We filmed a crazy scene that I will tell you more about later, but that shit was scary as hell.”

‘Scaredy cat” I joked.

 “Mean,” he said with a giggle.

“ Anyways do you have plans tonight with the cast again?” I asked curiously. I want to try something new.

“Nope. Why? Want to Facetime?”

“Yes!” I said too quickly, making him laugh.

“Give me like an hour. I am like 25 minutes away from the hotel and I want to shower. “

“Same here. See you soon babe.” I said before we hung up.

I passed some time by going on TikTok and scrolling through videos. After half an hour, I got up from the couch and began getting my things ready so I could shower.

~~~After shower. ~~~

I quickly changed into a crop top and shorts since I took a little longer in the shower than I thought I would. I walked into my room and grabbed my laptop. As my Macbook turned on, I texted Milo.

Hey babe. Are you good to go?

Yes ma’am! Start the call!

I started the Facetime call on my laptop. Milo answered instantly

“Hey, cutie!” He said as he answered. His hair looked messy and slightly wet from his shower. He could see his bare skin. Oh God. He’s shirtless.

“Miloooo!” I said excitedly. “How was your day love?”

“Besides having fun filming, it was pretty chill. We had to reshoot some scenes because we kept getting out of character.”

We talked a bit more about his time on set, telling me that ‘scary’ scene he had to film. I was doing my best to pay attention, but he looked so fine. All I could think about was what I could do to him if he were here.

“You seem a bit off. Everything okay?” Milo said, bringing me back to reality.

“Yeah..” I said shyly, slightly blushing.

“What’s wrong, “Y/N”?” He asked sternly.

“I– I just miss ‘you’” I said.

“I miss you too, babe. No need to be upset right now. We will see each other soon” He said with a reassuring smile.

“No, Milo.” I sighed looking down slightly embarrassed. “I miss “you”’”

Milo looked confused at first. “What? What do you me-” He got quiet and his eyes widened. “Oh…”

“I-i’m sorry. I s-should go. I made this awkward.”

“Babe, no. Just caught me off guard. I never imagined you having these thoughts. You’re so innocent.” He said with a smirk.

“I’m not sure why I need you this way. I just do. This whole week has been crazy.”

“Well… “ He said “If it makes you feel any better… I miss “you” too.” He said using his hands to air a quote on ‘you”

I felt my cheeks get hot. “Really?”

“You have no idea. You left your mark on me before I left. Remember? I couldn’t stop thinking how wild you were” He said.

We did go crazy before he left—the best one for sure. 

I giggled. “Sorry about that. But no regrets” 

“Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?” He asked. 

I looked at him in shock. “H-how?”

“ Rub yourself.” He demanded.

Me being a good girl and started to do so. I took off my shorts and underwear and began to back my laptop. The angle of the camera can see my whole body now. I laid my back against the bedboard and spread my legs open. I grabbed a little bit of lotion and began rubbing myself. 

Slight moans came out of my mouth.

“Fuck babe” Milo groaned. “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“Do the same, Milo,” I demanded him.

He set his phone down against something and started pulling down his joggers. He sat up on his bed. His dick is so hard. His tip throbbing. 

“You’re happy to see me,” I said and winked at him.

“I-I always am” as he began to stroke himself. “I want to f-feel you, babe. Me pinning you d-down bed. Pounding you from behind.” 

I rubbed myself a bit faster and started to let out some moans. “M-Milo. I-I need you in me. I want to r-ride you so b-bad.” 

He bit his lip trying not to moan loudly. “Take your shirt off.” He demanded again.

I raised my shirt. I wasn’t wearing my bra, so my breasts were exposed to him. 

“O-oh G-god, Y/N” he moaned. “I remember how much they bounced when I was pounding you.”

“I w-wish y-o-o-u were sucking on them r-right now.”

I saw him roll his head back.“F-fuck, Y/N” He moaned. “Finger yourself and Moan my name for me. Think of me fucking you right now.” He kept stroking himself.

I inserted two fingers like he would and moaned his name louder each time I pumped them in and out. I kept thinking of how he would fuck me so hard right now. He moaned slightly louder this time.

“I-I-I’m close, baby” He whimpered out and picked up his pace. 

“Me too” I groaned. I rubbed myself in the right spot and finished in my hand. I was panting.

I noticed Milo finished and was out of breath too. 

“That was something: he said slightly laughing. I giggled at his comment.

“Yeah. It really was.” 

“Hold on… I … ummm… gotta clean my mess” He said. 

I nodded. “Me too” We left the call open but went to clean ourselves up quickly. Once we were done we returned to our call.

“I miss you even more now…” He said.

“Almost time babe. Just three more weeks.” I said.

“We might have to do that again sometime soon. You look so beautiful moaning my name like that.”

“Milo!” I said, slightly blushing.

“Oh I’m sorry,” He said in a playful voice “Is the girl who mentioned she missed me fucking her acting innocent now?”

I rolled my eyes at him “Haha, very funny”

“Well…. Just know your dreams will become true very soon” He said and winked at the camera.

I have been counting down the days for that anyway. “I hope so. If not, I will just have to do it myself” I smirked at him.

He acted offended.”Don’t you dare.” 

“I’m just saying.” I giggled.

He yawned. “I’m tired now babe. Ima head to bed. I have to wake up early to film some more. I’ll text ya in the morning.”

“That’s fine love. Get some rest.”

“Goodnight babe. I love you so much, beautiful.” He said as he blew a kiss at me and waved at the camera.

I blew a kiss at him “Good night! I love you too, handsome.”

We ended the call.

I went to bed that night feeling relaxed and happy after that exciting call. Now, I have to wait for the real thing soon.

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NOTE: I am posting this at midnight. I started working this Friday afternoon but was too busy to finish it. It's not my best as I have not written anything smut. But I'll see how it goes.

Time for bed for me.... Goodnight yall! :)

[deniable-masterpiece]

yea i think milo is in kinda dangerous territory with how he interacts with fans, the parasocial relationships are actually so rampant. it's super sweet how he's always hugging ppl but it only takes one person with bad intentions or obsessive behavior. i just hope ppl don't ruin it for the whole fandom.

a lot of milos fans also kinda downplay the work or talk over fans of his costars too, they can be really aggressive and/or sexual constantly. i think his fandom is partially devolving into something pretty toxic.

yeah I wish he would learn that he needs to start acting differently. I've seen people get the wrong idea with how he acts, kissing and hugging them and saying he loves them. one day, someone who's obsessed will act out in a way that ruins it for everybody. it's a ticking time bomb waiting to happen, but I fear it will happen.

and yeah, even me, someone who writes fics about him and his characters and posts many thirsty ideas over him, but I can differentiate those as fantasy and not actually milo but somehow, regular people who I don't believe post about him to *this* level are acting weirder than me? it's kinda crazy tbh, because I can respect a boundary

and yessss it really is. I do sexualize him and his characters BUT, like I said above, I can separate the idea/fantasy I have of him in my head versus the actual man who has real feelings and emotions. it's a lot of women and the best way I can describe it is the equivalent to that scene in Yellowjackets where everyone was going after Travis. it's like this insane hive and it made me not really like milo as much anymore because of how much they reduce him, place him on a pedestal compared to his costars, and get super possessive over him like they're his. it feels really gross because this possessiveness didn't come until he became more "tiktokified" and it's women who want this new version of him instead of being fans of him no matter what he does. compared to me who's been a fan since the first zombie movie, where that was seen as "cringe" and he got constantly made fun of for being in it, i just can't help but get the ick when it comes to these women. (this is mostly evident in the fact that most people refuse to acknowledge his roles prior to Wally, because they just want to thirst over wally/new-era Milo and don't appreciate the person he used to be. name one ben plunkett or Nico Alexander fic or just a general post you've seen about it,, there are literally none for those "less appealing" characters.) i don't want to single women out but it's really them who I see making TikTok's about wally and milo and saying "that's my baby boy" and "feeling so maternal towards him" like its just gross at a certain point guys

it makes me feel bad for milo because we've seen his career path. he grew up overweight (from what I could see in pictures of him), was generally unpopular, kinda seen as cringe for his roles and generally gives off a nerdy vibe. I'm not trying to knock the man but this is just how his history has been, and it's a shame to see him get all this very deserved fame and attention but it comes with attracting weirdos who want to feel special and can't control themselves, ruining it for milo and everyone else

I hope he can just do the right thing and shut it down, and recognize that there is a problem and it'll only grow with the more he feeds it. I feel bad that he has to deal with it and ideally, all fans would understand that you have the right to say and do whatever online, but in person, there needs to be a standard set in place. it's literally so annoying because they really do see him as their own

[iww-gnv]

- The Disney+ movie Prom Pact is facing criticism for using AI actors that look horrendous, which is exactly what striking actors are trying to prevent. - A Tweet calls out Disney CEO Bob Iger for using digital scans of actors instead of paying them fair wages. - Negotiations between SAG-AFTRA and AMPTP have collapsed, with the industry CEOs walking away from the bargaining table due to the significant gap between the two parties on important issues like protection against AI.

[spaceotter42]

Happy Birthday to Andi Mack, who turns 20 years old today!

She was born Sept. 28, 2004.  In June of 2023, Andi graduated from high school at Shadyside Academy of Visual Arts (SAVA). She is probably in college now. Where do you think she is?

Although 2003 is the birth date on her hospital bracelet, that date had to be moved forward to 2004 (retconned) due to the slow timeline that kept the teens in 7th grade for two seasons.  Andi was 14 in the finale (set late in 2018) so, six years later, she is 20 today.

Actress Peyton Elizabeth Lee turned 20 on May 22 this year.

[simpingland]

Hi 👋😊, I think I finally have some ideas

Is it okay that I can send you some more ben plunkett requests? 😌

Can I please send you my first request?

Well the reader (fem pronouns) had a nightmare and he is just comforting her and is just super sweet to her. Please just fluff and maybe friends to lovers.

I thought about these prompts from this prompt list

"Lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep."

"I'm going to be here when you wake up."

Please? Thank you 🥺😊🫂🫶

Sorry if it's too detailed 🙈

If you have some question or want another scenario, my messages and asks are always open 😌

Study routine// Ben Plunkett x fem!reader.

Summary: exams are on the corner, you and your best friend Ben have an excuse to spend more time together, just to study, right? Right???

Exam time was a bittersweet time for you. Many looked at you strangely when you said it, considering that for others, it was a time that was simply... bitter. But not everyone could understand that for you. This time meant something more. Those were the only weeks where you could spend the whole day locked in your room with Ben Plunkett. Usually, his visits to your house were accompanied by "keep the door open", "it's time to say goodbye, show Ben out the door" or embarrassing interactions between your mother and Ben where they always ended up making fun of you. But during exam time, your parents would let Ben spend the whole day in your room, with the door closed and no distractions. The good grades that followed the end of the school year had reassured your parents, and besides, you couldn't think of a better study partner.

You were going home straight from high school, taking the long way home so you could listen to all the music you couldn't listen to during study hours.

"We should order pizza today," Ben suggested.

"No, we had hamburgers for dinner yesterday, I feel bad for spending weeks feeding myself such greasy food..." You rebutted him. Ben gave you a sideways glance before smiling and denying.

"Stop pretending you don't think it's a dream to have pizza for dinner, breakfast, and snacks."

You smiled too but folded your arms.

"You're not denying me? Too bad, it would have been funny if you had refused only to tell you that I'm already turning to go to the pizzeri."

You let out a laugh, and when you were already ordering at the counter, you took the reins, ordering everything to your liking and knowing that Ben would hold out for whatever you ordered.

"Do you pay by card or cash?" The boy at the counter asked.

"I don't know, ask Ben."

And you stepped back, letting him talk to him. Ben turned to you with a panicked face and moved his lips to tell you voicelessly that he was going to kill you.

"With cash, please."

He put down the bill and put his arm around your neck, playfully shoving you and ruffling your hair as you laughed.

Your parents greeted Ben with their usual cheerfulness, and continued watching TV when they saw that you were ready to start studying. Of course, Ben had offered to give them one of the pizzas you had ordered, which your mother loved, your father accepted, your mother flatly declined, and your father declined almost immediately.

"You're a sweetheart, Ben..." your mother had said, and so you repeated it as soon as you closed the door.

"Of course I am, I bought you pizza."

"If we had salads for dinner, I would have bought them myself."

"Yeah, but you would have made me cry... and no amount of money can heal a broken heart."

"You underestimate the amount of money I would have paid to watch you passive aggressively poke lettuce while crying in a corner."

"You would have thrown money away because you could see me like that during visits to my aunt's house during Christmas."

You laughed and tossed him pen to ask him to start concentrating. You continued the afternoon as you did during studying, introducing and explaining subjects to each other, correcting each other, and in the case of algebra, watching youtube tutorials in silence. Studying with Ben was like a library session, with its silences and repetitions. After a day with him, all the time felt rewarding, and all the learning was useful. You also liked this time because it left you no room to think about the strange feelings your best friend aroused in you, you just enjoyed and studied, the doubts would come later. The pizza was delicious, although it was already cold, and Ben told you about last weekend when he was forced to visit his grandparents. When you went back to studying, the topic you had left to solve was one of the most difficult for you.

"Do you understand it yet?" he asked you after explaining it to you for the fourth time. You nodded, but your eyes glazed over. "Hey, hey, it's okay, I can explain it again..."

"It's just that it's a very important point, and I'm going to fail it..."

"No, you're not going to fail it because I'll make sure you understand it."

You smiled at him and watched him turn a little red. Suddenly moved again by your feelings, you had to look away from him, and you became aware of the whole mess running around the room.

"I'm going to throw away the pizza cartons. Do you want something from the kitchen?" You offered.

"No, but let me help you."

He came downstairs with you, and you were both surprised at the silence in the house. Your parents were chatting quietly in the kitchen, already in their pajamas.

"Wow..." you said, looking at them quizzically, "what time is it?"

"Half past eleven, honey," said your mother.

"Well, I'd better get going then," Ben seemed startled, tossing the empty boxes in the trash and intending to start packing up.

"Ben, wait!" You asked, and he stopped. And not knowing why you had that impulse, you turned to your parents for help. Your mother understood you instantly.

"You don't have to go...stay the night" she offered and you smiled at her gratefully. Ben hesitated, glanced at your father, who nodded in passing, he'd known Ben for a long time now, and looked back at you.

"Sure, if it's no trouble at all," he said at last.

"None. I just think it's a better idea if you don't keep studying. It's important to sleep to retain, " your mother assured him, looked back at you, and winked.

"It doesn't take much convincing to get me to stop studying," Ben joked.

You went back up to your room, set up the mattress with blankets and pillows that Ben had once used from previous sleepovers. Although you didn't remember that the last time he stayed over was a few years ago, and from your bed you saw how the blanket fell short, and his feet were sticking out. You laughed at the image, and he threw a pillow at you.

"Listen to your mother, go to sleep," he scolded.

"I can't...I'm afraid of the giant teenager who has snuck into my room," you told him in a little girl voice, something you knew irritated him.

"I'm more afraid of the farts you might bomb me with at night after pizzas."

Jokingly, you turned off the light, wished each other good night, and promptly fell asleep. Or at least he did. You fell into a terrible nightmare. You were walking along the road that led to the institute, at night and alone. It was cold, and you didn't seem to get anywhere, no matter how far you walked. Suddenly, a car appeared, and as it approached, you noticed that you recognized it, Ben's car. You were glad to see him, and he seemed to see you. He was speeding up to pick you up as soon as possible, and as he was approaching, the car was going too fast, and Ben couldn't stop. He had already left you behind when he disappeared into the darkness, without hearing you call out to him, and you began to scream and cry. Then you noticed shaking, your name, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Ben, illuminated by the little light from the window.

"Hey, hey...easy...wake up, it was just a bad dream..." he whispered to you.

"Ben...thank goodness..." You soothed, hugging him, which surprised him.

"Yes, I'm here. I heard you had a nightmare about me."

"You left me alone on the road, at night..." you told him, releasing him just a little.

"Some asshole I am in your subconscious, aren't I?"

He smiles at you, and you smiled back, somewhat embarrassed that you had woken him up. He wanted to go back to his bed, but your hesitation to let go of his hand made him think you might not want to. He was right. He lay down next to you.

"I hate having nightmares. Whenever I have one, I always have a worse one afterwards."

"You'll have to risk it, you need to rest" he insisted. "Lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep."

You looked at him with sheepish eyes, afraid to dream about him again. He smiled at you, and some of his confidence rubbed off on you. After all, they were just dreams. You would forget about them in the course of the day. Ben kissed you on the forehead, something he had never done before, before whispering something to you.

"I'm going to be here when you wake up."

You didn't have any nightmares again, in fact, you woke up rested. It was Ben who had a little more trouble waking up. You watched him for a second...yes, you were definitely a little more in love with your best friend than you thought. You had to make a great effort not to think too much about that kiss on your forehead, and you were so nervous about your exams that you didn't notice how flushed Ben was when he remembered he was sleeping in your bed, you next to him. He had memorized the smell of your hair, and feeling your weight on his had lulled him into a sweet sleep he never wanted to wake up from.

Every exam you finished was a reason to get together, always giving each other a hug that attracted the eyes of all the classmates, you reviewed the subjects without being able to avoid being distracted, and Ben loved to review outdoors because the air stirred your hair and he had an excuse to put your hair back in place. You even felt sorry for yourself on the last day of exams, Ben was going to a family meal, and you were back to eating normal food, sleeping alone and spending the evening with people who weren't your best friends. The messages were constant, but never enough. You had just finished reading the approved notes from your email when you heard Ben's car pull up in front of your house. That one subjet that worried you the most, approved. You ran to greet him, shouting your A's into the air, and Ben responded with his in return. He grabbed you as soon as you approached, squeezing you against him, full of joy.

"This deserves a reward," you said.

"Have you missed pizza as your only food as much as I have?

No, you hadn't missed the pizza. You had missed him.

"Of course I have," you lied.

You let him order at his taste that time, which surprised him. You sat at one of the smaller tables, waiting to be served.

"I'm surprised you let me have so much freedom," Ben said, half smiling, half confused.

"Well, it's just that... you've really helped me a lot, what less than letting you choose.

"Helping you with what exactly?"

"Well...studying." You felt the colours rise in your cheeks.

"Just like you helped me study."

"Well... Ben, in general, you help me with everything. You make everything so... fun."

Now he was blushing. He stood closer to you.

"I hope you know that you make everything better too..."

"I'm a little annoying, maybe."

"A little," he joked. "And I like that I'm the one who sees that side of you."

"Really?"

"I really do. I love that you dream about me, even if I'm an asshole in it."

"Don't be silly, it was a nightmare precisely because you left me alone. And I just want you to be with me."

Your tone was much more serious. Your expression made it clear that you meant it, that your gratitude was a confession.

"You know what's funny? I dream about you too. But not when I sleep...I dream awake, imagining what we will say to each other when I pick you up from home, or what we will tell each other when we go out to eat together...I dream of spending the whole day with you and I am content to be with you for a while because it is...wonderful. But no matter how much I dream, nothing is better than being able to hug you and be by your side, even if it's only for five minutes between classes."

That's when you couldn't help but jump in for a kiss, cutting the distance between you two. A tender, long kiss, it felt new and yet so recognizable, like something that should have happened a long time ago. Luckily, it had just happened. You pulled away and watched as Ben smiled, an idea formulating in his head and joked.

"Too bad we have to wait for spring exams to spend the day together again."

You pushed him back with a laugh, but he moved his chair to stand next to you and kiss you again. Everything Ben did justified the fact that the pizzas he ordered were terrible.

A/N: sorry this took fucking forever, I gave up on writing here, I had a crisis over writing smuts. But I felt bad about abandoning this cuz I started writing it with a lot of love and I really like it. I think I'll write on tumblr again. Hope you like it, so sorry for the wait.

[the-deef]

Milo Manheim (the modern Zefron btw if anyone cares)

[ryrywrites]

Death Star - Ben Plunkett

all dividers cred: @cafekitsune

Pair: Ben Plunkett x fem!reader

Description: When Y/N and Ben entered senior year, they were optimistic. For Y/N, it was one last year to survive and then she was free. But for Ben, this was his last opportunity to make a name for himself. His goals were clear; get accepted into any college, ask his dream girl to prom, and become prom king. Y/N's goals weren't so simple, considering the only person she could see herself going to prom with is head over heels for LaToya Reynolds. Y/N is seemingly forgotten once Ben prom-poses to LaToya and can't seem to get a moment of his time anymore. When prom rolls around, Ben and Y/N are forced to confront the new space between them.

Warnings: fairly angsty, mostly fluffy, swearing, arguing and making up, overbearing mom <3

WC: 1.9k

A/N: Don't you love it when it takes you months to get the motivation to start writing again and then it doesn't live up to your standards? 😃😮‍💨

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"Breathe in...breathe out..." Y/N held her breath in sync with the audio. She was currently going for the record for the longest headache held in 24 hours. She had tried everything. Hydrating, taking a nap, taking a shower, and now, meditation. It was her mother who had sparked the throbbing pain pounding against her cranium. Of course, Y/N had brought this upon herself in a way. Telling her mother, who was prom queen back in her day, that she no longer wanted to attend the prom was her first mistake. Her second mistake was not sprinting out of the house the minute those words fell from her lips. Even if she had somehow escaped the conversation, she had no where to go. Her best friend, whom she had been avoiding most desperately, wasn't someone she could talk to anymore. Not since the prom-posal. Since Ben Plunkett, the man she had been pining after since they were 13, had asked LaToya Reynolds, the woman he'd been pining after since they were 14, to prom, she had become a ghost to him. Not a single text was returned until at least 3 days after it was sent, no more midnight phone calls, no more snack runs, no more bookstore, movies, waffles, and no more death star.

Something shifted the last time they spoke. It was a quick phone call, curt and nothing special. It was a Friday night, he was apologizing for ditching their plans. It was a tradition they had, the bookstore-movies-waffles thing they did every Friday night. Even before either of them could drive or knew anything about quality cinema. It was theirs and only theirs until it wasn't. His apology was absentminded and rushed, she could hear LaToya in the background telling him to hurry up. The call ended after about 2 minutes, cutting her protests short and gripping her in the stomach with a sharp pain she didn't recognize. After that night, Ben made no effort to return her calls or even talk to her in school. He sat with the Everests and waited on LaToya hand and foot. She wasn't sure what hurt more, the fact that she lost her best friend or that he didn't even seem upset about it. She was torn apart, throat becoming bone-dry every time she saw them together, her heart racing in her ears from both frustration and embarrassment.

Her mother had insisted that she reconsider her decision but Y/N stood firm. Even Mandy begged her to go with her and Graham but there was no swaying her. She was sick at the idea of attending prom or being anywhere near Ben or anyone else for that matter. So here she was, the night before prom, with no dress, no date, and no appetite. She chewed her lips and willed the headache away (or prayed to be put out of her misery). When she and Ben were younger, they would talk about how they were on the same wavelength. That somehow their thoughts were linked, telepathically or spiritually. They knew when one needed the other. Now, Y/N was sure that idea was nothing but a childish notion. She turned her head to the side to examine her bedroom, littered with memories and moments she wanted so badly to go back to. She stood up and felt lightheaded from a combination of crying and basically not moving all day. It was the last Friday she had before graduation next week and she was spending it reminiscing.

She walked over to her nightstand where there stood a gigantic Lego Death Star, unfinished. She and Ben had planned on finishing it before the school year ended. She picked it up carefully and took in every detail, it had taken them the last year to get as close as they were now. They had decided not to glue the pieces down in case they ever wanted to start over, she smiled down at their efforts and, just for a second, allowed herself to miss Ben. That's when she heard her doorbell ring, her mother was always very quick to invite her friends over and allow them to grace her daughter with their sage advice which often consisted of them telling Y/N how much she was breaking her mother's heart over a seemingly meaningless argument or difference in opinion. She heard the creak of the stairs, placing the death star back on her nightstand and moving to open the door. Ben beat her to it and slowly popped his head into the room. The silence was deafening.

Ben walked fully into the room and shut the door behind him. The lump in her throat was impossible to swallow, anything she had to say to him was gone now. So he cleared his throat and decided he would start. "I'm sorry." He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. "I probably should've called. I just..." Y/N maintained eye contact, begging him to make this right. "This is weird right?" She nodded and patted the bed, urging him to sit next to her. He trudged over and sat down, sighing. "I know...I fucked up." There's a pause, a comfortable silence. "I don't why but...I broke it off with LaToya." She finally met his eyes. "You did what? Why? What happened?" He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. "Is she okay?" He nodded, avoiding eye contact. "She took it surprisingly well. In her words she 'saw it coming' and that I 'needed to see you.' She's actually pretty great." Her face became red, she didn't know what to say or how to react. "But the whole time I was with her, something was so off." I held a bubble in my mouth. "She had hot breath? Bad kisser? Glass eye?" He finally laughed. "Not exactly. Everything about her was great." She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"So what was it?" He finally turned to her, fully facing her and smiling like a dork. "Guess." He said softly. It was then that Y/N realized just how close they were. "Did she...have bad taste in music?" The air was buzzing, something was pulling them towards each other. "No." His hands were clammy. He had known immediately what LaToya meant when she said that he needed to see Y/N. Every date, every kiss, he was somewhere else. His heart wasn't in it, not because of LaToya, but because of Y/N. But how could he be so stupid? He finally had exactly what he wanted, the girl he'd been infatuated with for years, and he couldn't have been more unhappy. "Did she...chew with her mouth open?" Ben shook his head and smiled knowingly. "Not really." He replied, coming to the conclusion that she wasn't gonna get it. Little did he know, she had butterflies from the anticipation. She wanted desperately for him to tell her why he was here with her rather than with LaToya. LaToya knew why, she had known about a week into dating Ben. The reason they weren't together was because of her. LaToya wasn't mad, she wasn't upset, she was understanding, which only made Ben feel like a bigger dick for not giving her what she deserved.

"I give up. Tell me. What was it?" He wiped his hands on his pants and looked nervous. "She wasn't you." He said, voice shaky. Y/N stayed quiet, but a smile played on her lips. "What?" Her face was on fire, she wasn't sure how to speak anymore. Ben wasn't sure what to say next. They sat there in silence, a weight in the room, a pressure for someone to do something, say something. Ben wanted so badly for her to respond or react in some way, even if it was negative. Y/N felt nervousness fill her chest. "She didn't make me laugh, or make me nervous. There was no... spark. Do you ever-" He cut himself off by rubbing his eyes in frustration. He was struggling to express what he had felt, what words could he use? "I thought I knew what I wanted." Y/N was seeing stars. Ben was wringing his hands in concern. Never, in any conversation they'd ever had, had she been so quiet. "Do you?" She finally spoke, "Know what you want?" All they could do was look at each other. All it took was one look to his lips from Y/N and Ben crumbled.

His hand held her cheek, leaning in to place a sweet, short kiss on her lips. When their lips connected, Y/N remembered the first time she had held his hand. They had decided to go see a horror movie with a murderous clown and cheap jump scares. One jump scare in specific got her and, out of fear (and maybe something else), she had grabbed Ben's wrist to ground herself. She recalled how he laughed at her and grabbed her hand, locking fingers with hers. For him, it was probably nothing. But for her, it was the start of something so much more. Although the the interaction was short, Ben had always wondered about that night in the theater. Did she mean to grab him? His thoughts always raced when he thought about their little touches like that. When she laughed, she'd lean against him and grab his arm (he made sure to make her laugh every chance he got). When she was bored, she'd lean her head against his shoulder or wrap her arms around his neck. Until this moment, he always figured her touches were strictly platonic. He never thought about the possibility that there was more behind each look. Her lips tasted like cotton candy against his. When he felt her return the kiss, his lips curled into a smile.

Though the kiss was short, their palms were sweaty and heads were spinning. As Ben parted from the kiss, he was stuck in place and grinning like an idiot. Y/N couldn't look at him, he looked so goofy. She burst into laughter and laid her head on his chest, trying her best to suppress her fits of snorts. Ben fell back on the bed in bliss, there was no overthinking this part. He quickly got up and grabbed his backpack. Y/N looked at him, red from the laughs and head pounding from a mix of blush and shock. He unzipped his bag and pulled out a piece of paper and a red marker. He placed the paper on her desk and began to write. "What are you doing?" Ben always had random moments of genius, but he considered this to be his best idea yet. When he was done scribbling away on his paper, he held up on display for Y/N to read. There, in red ink, read the word 'Prom?' in bold letters with little red hearts all around it. Cheesy, straight out of a romcom, and something she'd normally make fun of him for. But today, it was perfect.

Ben held the sign up hesitantly, knowing that this was a cheap, corny attempt at romance. She deserved so much more, and he'd find a million ways to make it up to her, but in this moment, all he wanted to do was give her the promposal that was always meant for her. She examined the paper and beamed, "Yes..." Ben fisted pumped the air and tackled her in a hug, slamming them both onto her bed. "Wait!" Y/N quickly shot up in the bed. "What?" The boy shot up next to her. "What am I gonna wear?" Just then, her mother barged in with a puffy pink and purple dress, perfect for the 80's theme, and a cheesy smile on her face. "Already covered!!"

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Prom Pact

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For the freaks

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Avatar

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Zombies

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Ginny and Georgia

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Thomas Hewitt

Jennifer Check

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In the Spirit of Halloween | Milo Manheim (Fluff)

NOTE: Happy Saturday everyone! As promised, here is the other Halloween one. I am slowly having more free time. Hoping to write more this upcoming week.  Let me know if you guys have any suggestions like more smut?  More fluff? More Milo? Make a zed / Wally/Ryan/Joseph?

Have a good weekend.

Y/N = Your Name

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The months of October have been crazy for Milo and me. From going to Halloween parties every Friday and Saturday to going to haunted houses and Halloween-themed escape rooms on Sundays, we were doing our best to spend as much time together as possible before he leaves to film. Since I work Monday through Friday, the weekends are when we have more time together.

Today is officially Halloween and it’s been raining all day. Milo and I had planned on dressing up and passing out candy to trick-or-treaters, but we just decided to stay in and celebrate anyway.

“Y/N?” I heard Milo’s voice coming from our bedroom.

“Yeah?” I responded from our bathroom. I always shower when I get home from work.

“Come in the kitchen when you’re done!”

I finished up my shower and got out to put on some comfortable ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ pajamas. I went to the kitchen when I was done. Milo was looking in our pantry for something.

“Here!” I said happily.

Milo turned around. I noticed he changed his clothes too. When I got home, he was wearing his usual t-shirt and jeans, but he changed into a cute Oogie Boogie onesie pj’s. He looks so adorable.

I giggled instantly when I saw him.

“You like my outfit?” He said as he did a quick spin showing it off.

“Yes, I do. You look cute” I told him. “So, what did you call me for exactly?”

He smiled mischievously. “I found some stuff that can make our Halloween date better”

I looked at him suspiciously. “Okay… What did you find?”

Milo went to the fridge and pulled out some stuff as I sat on one of the stools we have here. He brought them in front of me. Pillsbury pizza crust, mozzarella, pizza sauce, and my all-time favorite, Pillsbury Halloween cookies.

“Were making our pizzas?” I asked excitedly.

“Yes, BUT….” He said as he turned around and looked through our drawer. He turned back around to face me and showed me some Halloween cutouts we had.

“Oh, my goodness. This sounds like fun! Thank you, babe,” I said as I got up and walked up next to him.

“You’re welcome. I know you were a bit bummed out earlier about our plans changing.”

“I was a little bit, but with us going out a lot, I realized alone time with you and no one else around sounded amazing.”

“Agreed. Let’s not do that again next year. Except maybe the escape rooms. I liked those”

“Nerd,” I said jokingly.

“You know what. I’ll take that as a compliment because, without me, you would still be stuck there.” Milo said. We slightly laughed. “I’m going to miss moments like these,” Milo said to me as our gazes met again.

“Me too.”

“But as soon as I am done, I am coming home straight to you,” Milos said as he placed his hands on my waist and mine did the same to his. I would wrap my arms around his neck, but our height difference does not allow us to do so.

I smiled at him. “Good. I will be here waiting”

“I love you, Y/N”

“I love you, too, Milo.”

Milo leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back. It was a quick kiss though, so we had to pull back.

“Shall we get started?” Milo asked.

“Yes! I’m getting hungry already.”

Milo began opening both cans of Pillsbury pizza crust. He laid one crust in front of me and the other in front of him. He put the Halloween cutouts he had found in front of us as well. I saw him reach for the pumpkin cut out. I picked the ghost cut out. We pressed them on our dough.

“Mine looks like a chunky pumpkin right now,” Milo said as he pointed to his pumpkin-shaped crust. 

I giggled. “My ghost looks a little lopsided, but it’s okay. It makes it look spookier”

He laughed. “Oh, it’s spooky alright” 

We took turns cutting our pizza into different shapes. 

“These are very….” Milo said as he looked at both of our creations together. “Unique!”

“They do,” I said as we laughed. 

Milo passed me the jar of pizza sauce and the mozzarella.

“I couldn’t find pepperoni here. I know you like it sometimes.”

“It’s fine. The cheese will do” 

We covered our pizza crusts with sauce and mozzarella cheese. Once we were done Milo transferred them onto a baking tray. Our little figure truly looked funny. He preheated the oven while we cleaned up and washed our hands.

When the oven beeped, Milo placed the tray in the oven.

“Do you want to prepare the cookies now or after we eat?” Milo asked as he picked up the cookie packet.

“Let’s do it right now so we can watch a horror movie without having to pause.”

“Are you just saying that because you’ll be too scared to walk to the kitchen after watching half a movie?”

“Maybe...” 

Milo laughed. “Okay, you big baby”

“Hey last time we watched a horror movie, you were the one who was terrified of getting up at night”

“I thought we weren’t gonna talk about that anymore…. Oops”

Milo playfully glared at me. “Meanie”

I laughed and opened the cookie package. “Which tray are we going to use for these?”

Milo went to look in our cabinets for an extra tray. “Found one!”

He brought over the tray, and we began to align the cookies in rows. Once we were done, the pizzas were done. Perfect timing.

Milo took our pizzas and put our cookies in. 

“At least now we can wait for the pizzas to cool down while the cookies bake,” Milo said. “Wanna clean up here while I set up the living room?” 

“Sure,” I said. 

Milo nodded and left the kitchen. I began to pick up our mess in the kitchen. 

By the time the timer went off for the cookies, I was done cleaning. I took out the tray and placed it next to the pizza tray.

“Babe!” I said from the kitchen. “Everything is ready. Want me to serve us?” 

“Yes please!” I heard Milo respond.

I pulled out some cute Halloween-themed plates I found the other day and placed our pizzas in one and our cookies in the other. I also bought us these cute ghost cups a couple of days ago. I got those out and served us some coke. 

I grabbed the plates first and walked to the living room. When I got there, it was nicely decorated. The Halloween décor we had around the house was now all over our living room but looked great. Blankets all over our couch. What I loved the most was the cute Halloween lights. Purple, orange, and red. 

“No wonder you were so quiet,” I said. “Oh, Milo this looks amazing.”

Milo smiled. “Thank you. I wanted to make it extra for you.”

I walked over to the living room table and placed the plates there. “You always do.” 

“Why don’t you get comfortable and pick the movie while I go get us our drinks”

“Sure. I already served them though. They’re on the counter.”

Milo went to the kitchen to grab our drinks and came back. “These are adorable. Where’d you get these?”

“Probably family dollar or dollar tree… I saw them and thought they were cute”

Milo giggled. “What movie did you pick?” 

“I picked the original IT movie”

“I guess we’re spending the night in the living room tonight” Milo joked.

The rest of the night we spent it in the living room. We ate our pizzas and some cookie. 

Milo cuddled me close to him. The smell of his cologne calmed me down a bit. I did find it funny how he would easily jump or yell “oh shit” when he would get scared. I think I ended up cuddling him more during the night since he got more scared than me.