#zombies 1

milo manheim x reader !

the flash of cameras was dizzying, but you’d gotten used to it. being part of the zombies movies meant red carpets, fan events, interviews, and smiling until your cheeks ached. tonight was no different — another promotional event, a stage lit up with pink and green, walls plastered with posters of zombies 3.

but this one was bigger. fans lined the barricades outside, screaming your name, holding posters, waving signs with your face and… milo’s.

and that’s when you saw it.

a giant glittery poster in the crowd that read: “Y/N + MILO = ENDGAME 💚.”

you laughed under your breath, shaking your head. fans had been shipping you and milo since the very first press junket, when you accidentally finished each other’s sentences in an interview. it only got worse after bloopers leaked of the two of you clinging to each other during rehearsals. “chemistry” was the word people used.

and, okay… maybe they weren’t wrong.

“hey,” a familiar voice murmured beside you. milo stepped up, sharp in a black suit that made his green eyes stand out, his easy grin flashing as he leaned close. “you see that sign? think we should tell them we’re secretly married already?”

you swatted his arm, laughing. “stop.”

but he just smirked, soaking in the blush that rose to your cheeks.

onstage, the energy was electric. the cast sat in a row of chairs for the panel, but somehow you and milo ended up side by side. every time the moderator asked a question, you found yourselves glancing at each other, like you couldn’t help it.

when someone asked what it was like filming the final dance sequence, milo leaned into his mic. “honestly? i almost tripped like five times, but y/n saved me.”

you laughed. “you’re exaggerating. it was only three.”

the audience erupted into screams and chants, phones snapping nonstop. you shook your head, but the warmth in your chest stayed.

and then a fan asked the question you knew was coming.

“do you guys… have chemistry offscreen, too?”

the crowd roared. milo raised his brows, glancing sideways at you, clearly trying not to grin. you covered your face with your hand.

“define chemistry,” you said, playing it off with a laugh.

milo leaned closer, voice dropping just enough for only you to hear: “they’re not wrong, though.”

your breath hitched, and you turned just enough to see the way he was looking at you — not as a costar, not as part of the act, but as you.

after the panel, the two of you slipped backstage while the rest of the cast handled press. the air was cooler, quiet, the muffled screams of fans echoing through the walls.

you leaned against the wall, exhaling. “that was insane.”

milo chuckled, running a hand through his messy curls. “yeah. but fun.” then, softer, “you’re fun.”

you rolled your eyes, but the blush crept in anyway. “you’re impossible.”

“nah,” he said, stepping a little closer. “i just like hanging out with you. and apparently, so does half the internet.”

you laughed, but the sound caught when you realized how close he really was. his smile faded into something softer, his eyes holding yours for a beat too long.

“you know,” he said carefully, “i used to think the whole shipping thing was just fans being fans. but… maybe they see something we don’t want to admit.”

the world seemed to pause — the lights, the noise, everything fading except him.

“milo…” you whispered.

his grin returned, crooked and hopeful. “don’t worry, i’m not about to propose in front of a thousand people. but maybe after this event, we ditch the press party and just… go get burgers? just us?”

you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “like a date?”

his eyes lit up. “exactly like a date.”

from the hall, someone called for both of you to head to the meet-and-greet. but for a moment, neither of you moved. you just stood there in the quiet, the air buzzing with something unspoken, undeniable.

finally, you nodded. “burgers after.”

milo’s grin spread wide, and for the first time all night, it wasn’t for the cameras. it was for you.

the city streets were quieter now that the event was over. neon signs flickered, streetlights casting a soft glow on the sidewalk. you and milo walked side by side, shoulder brushing shoulder, laughing about the chaotic press questions and fan signs.

“i still can’t believe someone actually made a glittery poster that says we’re married,” you said, shaking your head.

“hey, it’s accurate, isn’t it?” he teased.

“not yet,” you countered, nudging him playfully.

the burger joint was small, cozy, and smelled like fries and grilled onions. you found a booth in the corner and slid in across from him, still buzzing from the night.

“so,” milo said, leaning back with that grin that made your heart skip, “if we’re going to be shipped this hard by the internet, we should probably practice being cute in public.”

you laughed, rolling your eyes. “practice, huh?”

he leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “obviously. gotta make it believable.”

and for the rest of the evening, it was just that — laughing, teasing, sharing fries, joking about fan theories, and stealing glances across the table that were way too long to be innocent.

as the night went on, the neon lights outside flickered over your faces, making the city feel like it was yours alone. at one point, milo brushed a strand of hair from your face, his hand lingering longer than necessary.

“so… how did we go from being co-stars to this?” you murmured, voice soft.

“i guess the fans were right all along,” he said, his smile crooked and hopeful, “they just knew we needed a little push to notice it ourselves.”

you leaned back, letting the warmth of his hand still resting near yours settle in. “i think… i like their taste.”

“yeah?” he teased, eyes twinkling. “me too.”

when you finally left the burger joint, bellies full and hearts racing, milo slipped his hand into yours. “so… date night complete?” he asked softly.

“best date night ever,” you whispered, squeezing his hand.

and as the two of you walked through the quiet streets, the city lights twinkling around you, you knew that the fans weren’t just shipping a fantasy. you and milo? the chemistry, the laughter, the stolen glances — it was real. all eyes might have been on you tonight, but for the first time, it didn’t matter. because all you could see was each other.

“Well, now you’re getting fearless”

“No, I’m just rooting for us.”

Zombies 2 someday: “wow, we’ve been through alot together. We’ve both made mistakes, we’ve had our ups and downs, but we’ve also grown and matured from them and we now know eachother much better because of them. We’ve done a lot, too. We’ve brought two worlds together, we fought for our freedom and we fought for what’s right. We were two stupid freshmans with a dream and we made it happen. We’re going to continue to fight, but let’s just have this little moment for us now.”

“I got a feeling, now you really know me.”

Zombies 3 someday: “You’re moving on, wether it’s forcefully or voluntarily we don’t really know but what matters is that everything is going to change. Maybe we’ll see each other again, we probably won’t. But we’ll both keep that little spark of hope inside of us. You’re going to do much better things out there than you can ever do out here, but that doesn’t stop the pain of losing you. This goodbye is bittersweet, but it’s ours.”

“Someday, could we be something extraordinary?”

Zombies 4 someday: “it wasn’t supposed to end like this. None of this was supposed to happen but it did and neither of us saw it coming. We had a future planned out together, We’ve done so much. Why is it getting ripped away so easily? Why now? Both of us would’ve behaved differently if we had more time. We would’ve reserved more time for each other, we would’ve cared about what matters most instead of our college careers, and now we’ve been shown that we took our time for granted. We have little time left to love, maybe just these few last minutes, but please, don’t leave me now, this can’t be it.”

“You and me side by side, out in the broad daylight.”

“If they laugh, we’ll say-“

I want to talk about Addison’s hair. Specifically, I want to address those who say that it’s a small thing and not comparable with the discrimination the zombies suffer. 

While I agree with that, obviously, I don’t think it’s an irrelevant thing or that she should be grateful for it because "plenty of people want that kind of hair" and "they spend a lot of time and money on it". That’s what happens in our world, but they seem to forget that Seabrook is an imaginary town. Therefore, discrimination there happens for different reasons, but it's just as arbitrary and stupid.

Plus I also have this HC that at some point, Ray and Bucky meet, and Ray starts to show up at the college for random problems in his life to the point where all the teachers know him by name, like "Hey, is a.... 'Bucky Buchanan' here?"

"Oh, hello, Ray. Yeah, i'll call him over. Hey Mr. Buchanan? Take care of your kid"

It comes to the point where some of the students and teachers just assume that Ray is Bucky's biological kid from a highschool hookup gone wrong or something. (even the Aceys who have known him since Highschool start thinking that)

This happens with Nova, Victor, and the other Vampires and Daywalkers.

Eventually, Bucky just gets tired one day and just tells Ray:

"Ask A-lan, I don't fucking know how to help you there."

and Jacey/Kevin goes:

"Oh, handing Ray off to his other father?"

and Bucky just looks at him like: