#school spirits fic

[general-fanfiction]

Hopes And Fears. (Wally Clark x Reader)

Summary: Y/N’s death is traumatic. So traumatic in fact, she can’t even look at Wally without reliving what happened to her.

Word Count: 3,073

Gif Not Mine. Requests are open!

Warnings: Violence, Swear Words, Hints Of Rape?

I’m not too sure how I feel about this to be honest but it’s my first fic since coming back and I would love to write for Wally more so please send requests! I might continue with this if people like it, I’m not sure yet though.

“Homecoming game tonight. Are you nervous?”

Closing my locker, I look to my left to see Abby, my best friend since elementary school. We’re inseparable. People find it odd that we look like we are complete opposites and yet we are the platonic loves of each other's lives. She’s a very loud and extroverted theater kid, I’m quiet, shy and introverted. Though in a weird turn of events, I became head cheerleader. Kind of ironic right?

“I’m not too worried. We’ve been rehearsing everyday, sometimes twice a day. I think we might actually have our best routine yet, I just hope we can pull it off.”

“You’ll be great, you always are. Besides I heard Spencer is going to ask you to be his date for homecoming.”

Abby’s words catch me off guard. Spencer is the Split River High quarterback. While typically the head cheerleader and quarterback are perfect for each other, I’m way below his level that the thought of us being together is ridiculous. I couldn’t even imagine it, that’s how ludicrous the idea of us is. Not that I would complain, Spencer is model level attractive, an academic genius and of course, insanely popular. Any girl would die to be his homecoming date. Me included.

“Don’t be stupid.” The blush on my cheeks is a vibrant red as I speak, leaning against my locker with my books clenched against my chest.

“I’m being serious. Some of the other football guys were talking about it in study hall. Apparently he’s got some sort of big surprise planned.”

Her grin is wide, clearly happy for me, though I can’t match it. I still don’t believe it, that sort of thing does not happen to girls like me. Guys aren’t interested in girls like me. That’s just the way high school works, maybe I’ll blossom when I head off to college at the end of this year but for now, guys keep their distance. My mom always told me that high school guys like girls that are easy and that because I know my worth, guys don’t even attempt it. I’ve always hated that idea though. If nothing else but for the slightly sexist and anti-feminist ideals that it pushes.

“Not to alarm you Y/N but he’s walking down the hallway.” Abby tells me, grabbing my forearm tightly, obviously excited. “I think he’s headed this way so that’s my cue. Have fun, text me all the details!”

With that she scurries away, flashing me a cheesy smile over her shoulder as she speeds down the hallway. Almost bumping into several other students as she does so. I laugh slightly, always entertained by her antics before hearing the metal of the locker next to me clang at the sound of somebody leaning against it.

“Mind if I steal you for a second Y/N?”

Spencer’s voice is charming and smooth, a relaxed smirk on his face as he stares down at me. His eyes are intoxicating and I feel as though I’m drowning in them. There’s no way Abby could be right. God, if she is I’ll never hear the end of it. Maybe I could live with that though, especially if it does result in Spencer potentially being my boyfriend.

“Sure, yeah, okay.”

Spencer’s smirk grows wider, and as he leans in to take my hand in his, I catch a whiff of his cologne. A dark musk that matches the darkness of his eyes and hair perfectly, it takes everything in me not to collapse right then and there. My senses are completely heightened and I can feel the roughness of his hand against my palm. The butterflies in my stomach make me feel as though I’m about to explode from my nerves and before I know it we’ve made our way to the old block of showers that were closed in 2004, following an incident involving an inappropriate relationship between a student and gym coach. New showers were remodeled and these were left to decay.

Spencer takes my books out of my hands, placing them on the bench that sits in the center of the room before turning to face me. His hand gently cups my cheek and although his smile is soft and loving. His eyes hold a mischievous glint. Without saying anything he leans down to kiss me, unprepared and a little shocked I step backwards.

“I didn’t know you wanted to kiss me. I didn’t even know you liked me.” I tell him, shuffling backwards again as he continues to approach me.

“Everybody likes you. I’ve just been wanting to save this for a special occasion, and what better time than homecoming?”

With my back pressed against the wall, a soft smile forms on my face as he cages me in. Though it doesn’t feel threatening, it feels new and exciting and my insides are on fire waiting to see what happens. I feel as though I finally understand what the cringey teen movies are talking about when they discuss sex and love and passion.

“I really like you Spencer.” I whisper, voice barely audible, gazing up at him through my lashes.

He laughs, pushing his hair out of his face before leaning down once again. This time his lips do touch mine and it’s nothing like I imagined. He’s rough, hands moving down to grab my breasts , almost painfully. The softness from before clearly disappeared. As much as it is a dream come true to be making out with the guy of my dreams, I’m still disappointed that this is how my first kiss turned out. His tongue forces its way into my mouth and its uncomfortable, I know this isn’t how it is supposed to go. As I try to pull away, to allow myself some air, his hand grips my throat, holding me in place. Continuing his almost aggressive movements.

“Yo Spence, did you get the bitch?”

Finally, he pulls away. I manage to take in some air despite his hand still wrapped around my neck. He’s looking over his shoulder, nodding his head. The rest of the football team stands in the doorway, menacing looks on their faces as they see me in such a vulnerable position. I hear the click of the door lock, and the butterflies in my stomach don’t feel so good anymore. The energy in the room shifts to one of darkness and evil, no trace of kindness and love.

Spencer looks at me, and for the first time in my life, I fear for my safety. This is not the same guy that I was obsessed with. There is no sign of human emotion on his face, no sympathy or pity. Gripping his hand to try and pry it away from my throat, I feel the tears begin to prick in the corners of my eyes and upon seeing my reaction, he smiles. My pain is his pleasure. Despite my attempts at removing his hand, his grip only gets tighter and I’m pushed further against the wall.

“Let’s have some fun boys.”

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A dull ache radiates through my body, pushing through the pain, I force myself to stand up. Staring at the room around me, I wonder if I was dreaming. However, with no sign of my books on the bench, I take that as confirmation that what I experienced did truly happen. Blood splatters the walls and floor but with no sign of injury on my body, I refuse to believe it’s mine. Sure, what happened was bad, but not that bad.

Not wanting to stay in this room any longer, I quickly make my way to the exit, pushing open the door with more force than necessary causing it to slam against the outside wall. Making the shy looking boy who happens to be standing outside jump. I smile apologetically, about to make my way past him when I notice what he’s wearing. Clad in double denim with round glasses, he looks straight out of Friends.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to come in because I thought you might feel kind of exposed but I wanted to introduce myself.” He says quietly, holding out his hand for me to shake. “I’m Charlie.”

Shifting my gaze between his hand and his face, my mind can’t really comprehend what is happening. Why am I suddenly meeting someone new? By the old shower block of all places, especially after what has just happened to me. The confusion on my face must be obvious as he smiles before revoking his hand.

“You haven’t worked it out yet have you?” He asks, almost as though he doesn’t want to push me.

“You’re dead, cherry pop.”

Looking to my right, I spot a girl sat against the wall, blue lollipop between her lips that has stained them ever so slightly. Wearing a black turtleneck with a matching cap and pinstripe pants, she’s the kind of girl that would intimidate me had I seen her walking down the street. Who am I kidding? She still intimidates me.

“Rhonda, Mr Martin told us to be gentle with her!”

“I’m sorry, I actually have somewhere to be but you two look great.” I tell them, beginning to walk away and head towards the main school building.

“Did you not hear me? You’re dead, you don’t have anywhere to be.” The girl, I’m assuming Rhonda, shouts after me, causing me to stop in my tracks.

“Look I don’t know what sort of joke this is, but it’s not funny. Seriously, go find some other kid to pick on.”

As I walk into the school building, I begin my mission of searching for Abby, hoping I can find her in the auditorium or even the costume department. My search doesn’t take too long, as my assumptions proved correct. She is sitting on the stage, the theater club’s newest script in one hand and her phone in the other. Our text thread open on her screen, as I sit myself beside her, she doesn’t even acknowledge me, eyes flicking between her phone and the script.

“Abby, I need to tell you something but you have to swear you will not tell anyone.”

She completely ignores me, flipping the page of her script. Its as if I’m invisible to her, a joke that isn’t funny. Waving my hand in front of her face in an attempt to get her attention also proves futile as she doesn’t even look up. Glancing at her phone I notice she’s messaged me multiple times asking me of my whereabouts, telling me she’s seen Spencer but she didn’t see me with him, asking me if I am his homecoming date.

“Abby, seriously? This is important, your show can wait.”

“She can’t hear you.” Charlie says, him and Rhonda standing in front of me, arms resting on the edge of the stage. “Or see you, we’re invisible to them. Nothing you do is going to change that.”

“I don’t get it, why isn’t she answering me?” I ask, panic starting to set it as I grow more and more confused at my situation.

“Oh my god, do I really have to tell you again? Are you that fucking stupid? You’re dead. D-E-A-D. Deceased. Not living.” Rhonda speaks slowly, using a voice you would use for a child.

“I can’t be dead. There’s no way, it’s just not possible.”

“Yeah it takes some getting used to, but we’re all friends and you’ll come to terms with it soon enough. Mr Martin’s support group helps too.” Charlie tells me, smiling encouragingly as I watch Abby walk away with some of the other theater kids.

“Support group?” I ask, hopping off the stage to stand with the only two people that can see me.

“Come on, we’ll take you.” Rhonda states, almost as if it's more of a chore and not like she offered to take me.

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Sitting in a circle with the rest of the group, I can’t help my heart racing as I spot the football player sitting amongst everyone. He reminds me of Spencer and that’s what makes me nervous, or maybe it’s just the fact that he plays football. Either way I can’t help but feel on edge, hence why I placed myself in the furthest seat from him.

As I take in the rest of the room, I notice the basketball team playing further down the court. Not aware of the existence of the group of ghosts sat in a circle like they’re in an AA meeting. It feels so surreal, almost like an intricate nightmare that I will wake up from at any moment. Yet everything I’ve seen so far has been pretty real.

“We have a new student, would you like to introduce yourself?” The only teacher, who I am guessing is Mr Martin asks, as I feel all eyes divert their attention towards me.

The football player has a gentle aura around him, smiling at me as he waits for an answer to Mr Martin’s question. I look away quickly, unable to face the feelings of sickness in my stomach that I get when I look at him.

“I’m Y/N.”

The group mumbles a chorus of welcomes as I stare at the floor, still struggling to come to terms with the fact that I am actually dead.

“It’s hard at first, but I’m grateful that you decided to give the group a shot. It helps us all to move forward instead of focusing on our deaths and the past.” Mr Martin tells me, offering a look of sympathy. “Charlie, Rhonda, thank you for being Y/N’s guide, I’m sure it was very helpful.”

“So how did you die? In the old showers clearly, but that’s gotta be an interesting story right?” Rhonda asks, her eyes piercing into me as she places the lollipop back between her lips.

“Rhonda, you can’t just ask people that. Let her get used to us at least.”

His voice startles me, it’s as gentle as his aura. Soft and ever so charming. The protection in his tone is obvious as though he doesn’t wanna frighten me away and I glance at him for a moment. His football shirt sits perfectly against his toned chest and a gold chain hangs delicately from his neck. He’s beautiful. Truly beautiful.

“I’m Wally by the way, Wally Clark.” His voice is directed at me, staring at me intently.

At that moment, I can’t help but be transported back to before. Remembering my screams and pleads for them to stop. Praying someone would hear me and come to my rescue. They never did. They never stopped.

Jumping up from my chair, I feel myself getting worked up as I sprint out of the room. Terrified of reliving the past. Finding myself in an abandoned hallway, I slide against the wall until I’m sitting on the cold linoleum floor. Staring at the lockers as I try to calm my breathing.

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” Charlie asks, crouching in front of me with a concerned expression on his face. “Wally’s shitting himself thinking he did something wrong. I told him to hang back while I spoke to you.”

I let the tears fall down my face as I stare up at Charlie, feeling guilty that I’ve potentially upset an innocent boy because of my own trauma. I can’t go back to the group, I know I can’t. It would be in the best interests of every other ghost if I do my best to simply avoid Wally. That way nobody gets hurt.

“I’m sorry Charlie. I can’t do it, I can’t go back to the group. I can’t see him in that fucking uniform. I just can’t, I’m sorry.” My sobs are uncontrollable and I feel bad even just for putting Charlie through this when he’s known me for all of two hours.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Is it the uniform, we can get him to change I’m sure, I know it’s not the best look but it is all he had since he died in his shoulder pads and all.”

I can’t help but let out a small laugh, wiping the tears from my face with the sleeves of my jumper. Charlie offers me his hand to help me stand up which I take graciously. He places a hand on my shoulder as a sign of encouragement, along with a gentle smile.

“I mean it Charlie. I can’t go back to the group. I don’t want to relive the memories.”

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“She’s adamant she’s not coming back.” Charlie tells the group, all of them awaiting the answers he has for them as to why the new girl ran away. “I don’t think it’s anything personal Wally but she said she can’t see you in that uniform and I think she may have had something happen regarding the football players. I don't wanna speculate though.”

“So, what? Her footballer boyfriend cheated on her and now she can’t look at poor, innocent Wally because it reminds her of him?” Rhonda asks, unimpressed by the lack of answers Charlie has.

“No, I think it’s something more than that. Something deeper. I’m sure she’ll tell us when she’s ready but for now, I would stop wearing the uniform Wally.”

The footballer didn’t need to be told twice, he instantly pulls the shirt over his head leaving him in only a tight, white tank top. Charlie smiles in appreciation, while Rhonda scoffs slightly upon seeing his muscular arms.

“Okay, so I’ve ditched the uniform, should I apologize or what?” Wally asks, looking at the group to gauge their reactions.

“Maybe now isn’t a good time Wally.” Mr Martin states, trying to think rationally. “I’d give it a day or so.”

“Or maybe just leave her alone for a while. Let her come out of her shell a bit first.” Charlie interjects.

“Yeah, let's not hurt cherry pop’s feelings.” Rhonda replies sarcastically, staring directly at Charlie.

As the rest of the group session continues, Wally stays silent, playing with the football uniform in his hands as he attempts to figure out different ways to apologize. To help her feel more at home in her new life, and potentially help her overcome the trauma of her death. Despite not managing to come up with a good idea, he does decide one thing. He will do whatever it takes to make her feel safe and become her friend.

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[circethesinner]

blueberry ⟐ wally clark

pairing: wally clark x reader oneshot (second person pov - she/her pronouns used for reader - occasional use of Y/N)

warning(s) : mild language, mentions of death, canon character death, mild angst, fluff

word count: 3.5k words

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summary: adjusting to the afterlife was easy at first, but when something stirs up emotions you need a shoulder to cry on

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“This… is so embarrassing,” You groaned as you looked down one last time at your own body as it was zipped up into the bag to be carted away to the morgue.

“At least you know how it happened,” You recognised the voice immediately and turned to see your missing classmate, Maddie. The two of you hadn’t exactly been friends, but you’d worked together during class enough to just awkwardly nod and smile in acknowledgement whenever you passed one another while out and about. Sometimes a stray “hey” would be thrown out there, but that was about it.

“Oh shit, we’re really dead, aren’t we?” You groaned as you scanned her outfit. It was what she had been wearing the day she disappeared. Something in you had hoped she was still out there, alive, but that was clearly just wishful thinking. The words she had said sunk in suddenly. “You don’t know what happened to you?”

“Not a clue,” She sighed. “So I guess you can count yourself lucky.” You turned your head as there was some commotion behind you, only to catch one of the paramedics stumbling slightly and dropping the stretcher that carried your body.

“Yeah… Lucky is definitely what I’m feeling right now…” You shook your head as the paramedic tried to pick you up again, only for his hands to slip a second time. The third time was a charm as they finally hauled your body through the fire exit in the cafeteria to the waiting van outside. “What sort of idiot chokes to death on a blueberry? I mean, I don’t even like blueberries! They ran out of chocolate chip muffins, so I figured the lemon and blueberry would be fine.”

“If it helps, you died really quietly and gracefully,” Maddie shrugged. “No one even noticed until your face was purple and you were on the floor.”

“Surprisingly, that doesn’t help,” You sighed as the lunch ladies started to clear the tables of abandoned trays when the teachers ushered everyone out.

“It was really impressive how far the blueberry launched when they did try to do the Heimlich manoeuvre on you,” You noticed the boy with glasses behind Maddie for the first time when he spoke, your mind having been preoccupied. “It’s just a shame it was too late.”

“Thank you, person I don’t know,” You tilted your head as you assessed him. “I’ll be sure to submit the results to the dead council of blueberry launching.”

“I’m Charley; I died in the 90s,” He held his hand out for a handshake, which you hesitantly took.

“Y/N; died 10 minutes ago,” You scanned the room again as you let go of the handshake. “So, what? Are we stuck here forever or something? Kind of a bummer.”

“Until we cross over,” Charley explained and motioned for you and Maddie to walk with him. “Come on. We’ll introduce you to the group.”

“The group?” Your eyes widened as you trailed along after the two. “Jeez, I know I used to joke about how much of a death trap this school is, but for there to be an entire group of dead people seems a bit extreme.”

“It’s not like a huge group,” Maddie explained, glancing back at you as you walked. “Half of them don’t even talk.”

“But not everyone ends up with the group. There are some people stuck reliving their final days over and over again,” Charley added. “The group is to hopefully help avoid that from happening.”

“Trust me; I won’t be reliving today,” You shuddered. “I’m never touching a lemon and blueberry muffin again. In fact, I’m never touching a muffin again- actually, no, that’s too far. I don’t have to punish all muffins because one betrayed me- wait, can I even eat muffins anymore?”

“Yes, you don’t really need to, but it's nice to feel normal sometimes,” Charley confirmed with a sweet smile. He pushed the door open to the gymnasium, and your eyes landed on the small circle of people sitting on white plastic chairs in the corner.

“Urgh, I’m getting flashbacks to group therapy,” You mumbled, trying and failing to suppress a grimace. 

“You’re gonna hate this; it is exactly like group therapy,” Maddie laughed a little, but it was more of a sad, knowing laugh.

“Better start pulling out my old excuses for not attending,” You dug back in your mind to find one. “I’m so sorry I can’t attend today, my goldfish just died, and I need to hold a Viking funeral to honour him.”

“Wow, people are really dropping like flies in this school,” A girl dressed in black spoke up as the group turned to look at you. “How did you die?”

“Rhonda, we’ve been over this,” An older-looking man chastised her before standing up to greet you. “I’m Mr. Martin. Would you like to introduce yourself to the group?”

“I wouldn’t exactly say I’d like to, but I suppose I probably should if I’m going to be stuck here,” You sighed and turned to the group while Charley and Maddie took their seats. “I’m Y/N, and to answer your question,” You pointed at the girl who Mr Martin had referred to as ‘Rhonda’. “I choked on a blueberry which, I know, sounds embarrassing but also is embarrassing. I died to a fruit whose name is a lie because they’re more purple than blue, almost as purple as my face apparently went when I croaked it.”

“Right… well…” Mr Martin seemed almost put off by your brashness as you spoke. “I must say, you’ve adapted to being dead remarkably well. It usually takes people at least a few days to accept it.”

“My dad used to say that I’d never make it out of high school alive with an attitude like mine,” You sighed and lounged back onto the only free chair. “And he claims to have never been wrong about anything, so I prepared for this.”

“Sorry, I’m late, Mr M!” A taller boy came charging through the door. “I saw them carry a body bag out and wanted to find out if they had found Maddie, but it was apparently just some girl who choked on a muffin. Do you think she-”

“A muffin would never betray me like that,” You looked up as he froze when he spotted you. “It was the demon blueberries hiding within like a Trojan horse.”

“That’s my seat,” He pointed at you, a small pout on his face.

“What’s wrong, jockey-boy?” You teased. “Not feeling strong enough to go and get another one?”

“Don’t tease him, Y/N,” Maddie laughed as the late arrival ran off to grab a chair. “He’ll end up making us all sit on chairs while he weight lifts them.”

“That’s not a joke. He’s done that before,” Charley added.

“On seven different occasions,” Rhonda rolled her eyes as the guy lifted up five chairs at once and turned with a proud grin on his face.

“Now juggle them!” You called out. A grin spread across your face like wildfire as you watched him seriously consider doing it.

“Wally, ignore her. Sit down,” Charley instructed. You could tell he was holding back his laughter.

“Blueberry is going to be trouble. I can already tell,” Rhonda smirked as she took the lollypop out of her mouth.

“Oh god, please don’t let that be my nickname,” You groaned, putting your head in your hands. “I should have said that I choked on a tiger or something.” Wally placed his chair next to you and sat down on it.

“How would you choke on a tiger?” He asked, looking confused as he pondered it.

“Wait- No! No, no, no! That would imply I was su-” You were cut off by Mr Martin speaking up again.

“I think it's best if we change the subject,” He smiled an awkward smile as he desperately tried to prevent you from continuing that train of thought. “So, Y/N, this is the Split River Afterlife Support Group. We hold meetings to talk through our thoughts and feelings and plan fun activities together.”

“We’ve got enough people now that maybe we can watch something other than the same five movies Wally insists on,” Charley smiled as Wally opened his mouth to protest, but Mr Martin cut him off before he could.

“Let’s start with the basics first, shall we?” He looked around for approval but received nothing but a couple of uninterested nods. “Y/N, while you have seemingly adjusted remarkably well to the afterlife, it may help you to write an obituary. I have some samples that you can review if you need them.”

“Sure, I’ll write one,” You shrugged. “I was born, existed for a while, then I croaked it. Done.”

“It’s more for you to talk about your achievements in life,” Mr Martin tried to explain, but you brushed it off.

“The biggest achievement I have had in life is that I have 6969 hours on The Sims 4,” You scoffed.

“I don’t know what those words mean, but if that’s what you want to write about, then you are free to,” He seemed taken aback by your attitude.

“Really? 6969 hours?” Maddie leaned back, looking mildly impressed.

“No social life, baby,” You did the rock horns with your hands as you spoke.

“We can change that!” Wally swung his arm over your shoulder. The moment you flinched, he pulled away sheepishly with a muttered ‘sorry’.

“The man baby is still learning the concept of personal space,” Rhonda waved her lollypop over in Wally’s direction.

“I’m really trying,” He held his hands up in defence. “There’s just no personal space in football.”

“One of the many reasons I hate football,” As soon as the words left your mouth, Wally took a sharp intake of breath as though he’d just been physically slapped.

“I am going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that so we can still be friends,” He took a deep breath as though he were calming himself down. “People like different things, and that is perfectly fine.”

“I didn’t say I liked other things, though. I just said that I hated football,” You teased, watching him intently for a reaction.

“Y/N, don’t antagonise him,” Maddie sighed, putting her head in her hands. She could recall the multiple times you’d been sent out of class for egging people on. You just couldn’t help yourself when the opportunity presented itself in front of you.

“But look at how cute his little red angry face is!” You protested, pointing at Wally as the red deepened and his eyes widened. “Oh my god, his embarrassed face is even cuter! Look at it!”

“Seriously, blueberry, you might wanna stop before he breaks out in hives,” Rhonda looked mildly bemused as she smirked at the sight.

“Well, I uh… Think we may have derailed a little here,” Mr Martin tried desperately to grab everyone’s attention again. “Let’s get back to what we were doing…”

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As great as Maddie and Charley had been when it came to showing you the ropes, the biggest help had come from Dawn.

Dawn knew everything and everyone. She knew who you were before you even introduced yourself. She even knew your phone passcode and social media handles, which you decided not to linger on the thought of too long, or you’d get weirded out.

“You sure you don’t want to come with me to the group today?” You asked her as you finished braiding her hair. You’d managed to weave in a string of fake flowers, so she looked like a real flower child of the 70s. In life, you’d never been the sort to hang out with friends, braiding one another's hair and gossiping, but Dawn brought that out in you. It was a nice change.

“No, the class coming out of the theatre are so forgetful. They always leave goodies,” She smiled and hopped down from the lockers, holding her hand out to help you down, which you gladly took.

“Oooh! Save me some mints, please!” You pleaded, pulling her in for a quick hug before you went your separate ways.

While walking down the halls, you tried to ignore the “in memory” poster of you pinned to some walls. The picture that had been used wasn’t great, but you knew it was one of the only ones your dad had access to. He didn’t have social media, and physical pictures got lost over the years. You knew he had done the best he could, but you wished he could have let someone else design it.

“Hey, blueberry, been painting nails with your new bestie?” Rhonda caught up with you, one of her usual lollipops poking out of her mouth. She’d never tell you where she got them from.

“Braiding hair, actually,” You let out a little snort laugh as you saw the disgusted look on her face. “You’re free to join us! You’d look so cute with a flower crown.”

“I’d rather die again,” She groaned, but you could see the smallest smile she was trying to hide. You pushed the doors to the gymnasium and walked over to the circle of chairs, taking the one you’d grown accustomed to over the week you’d been dead, right between Maddie and Wally.

“Right, now that everyone is here,” Mr Martin stood up and looked around at everyone. “Let’s get started.”

The session went on as normal, you didn’t participate all that much, but you managed to beat Wally 2 - 1 in thumb wrestling while no one was looking. The session was unfortunately cut short when the doors opened, and a group of people started filing in. You recognised most of them but got caught up when you saw your dad.

“It looks like your memorial is about to start,” Charley said as you watched your dad help some teachers set up a picture of you. It was the same one that you hated, in a frame that really didn’t match it.

“We’ll cut the group short here,” Mr Martin announced. Everyone got up and started to clear their chairs away. Wally grabbed yours while you stood and watched the people in what was once your life settle down for the service. The other ghosts split up, some filing out of the room, others going to the viewing gallery. You just stayed where you were standing, watching everything unfold.

“Should I leave you alone or-” Wally had returned back to you once he’d put the chairs away. Next to Dawn, he’d probably become your closest friend in death. He was like a puppy in all the best ways and very fun to tease.

“Stay,” You whispered, grabbing onto his arm. “Please.” Using your grip on his arm, he guided you over to the bench on the sidelines. You were close enough to hear and see everyone but far enough away not to feel like you were caught up in the crowd.

“Is your family here?” Wally asked, leaning closer to you than usual so he could whisper. You could tell he was trying to be extra gentle.

“See that man in the leather jacket who looks like he’s just been pulled straight out of a motorcycle gang?” You pointed in the direction, and Wally nodded. “That’s my dad.” “Wow,” He seemed both shocked and impressed. “What about your mom?”

“She’s in the locket he’s wearing around his neck,” You explained. “Well, some of her ashes are anyway.”

“Shit, sorry,” Wally apologised, wincing at himself. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s fine, really,” You did your best to smile to show you were okay, which was unsurprisingly difficult to do at your own memorial. “It was a long time ago.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment as you waited for the memorial service to begin, but something caught your attention.

“I’ve never seen him cry before,” You watched the tears silently roll down his face, trying to hold back your own. You hated crying. You felt weak for it. You knew he hadn’t meant to, but your dad had drilled that lesson of crying equals weakness into you from a young age because he would never cry or comfort you when you cried.

“Not even when your mom died?” Wally asked. You felt his eyes on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look anywhere but the podium where your dad was preparing to talk.

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t know,” You shrugged. “I was only three, so I don’t remember it. I don’t remember her at all. I would always pretend I did to make him happy, regurgitate the same stories he’d tell me of her as though they were my memories, but I don’t remember her at all.” 

“So, was it just you and your dad?” Wally had shuffled slightly closer to you. You hadn’t even realised you were still holding on to his arm, but you didn’t let go of it.

“That’s… complicated,” You sighed, finally pulling your eyes away from the podium, only to briefly glance at Wally before returning back. He was looking at you intently. You didn’t have to look long to know he was genuinely interested in learning about you. “My dad was- is- in and out of jail a lot. I ended up in foster homes every other month, but he always managed to get out and get me back again… I know that sounds bad, but… He was a good dad. He did his best with what we had and made sure I was always happy when I was with him.”

“My daughter Y/N was… the best kid I could have ever asked for,” You held your breath as your dad finally began talking. His voice was gruffer than usual. He’d been crying for a while. It broke your heart even more. “I won’t stand up here and say that she was a good kid because if you knew her, you’d know that was a lie.” People laughed at this, and you saw a small smile appear on your dad’s face. “She was a troublemaker. I take full responsibility for that, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. She would always encourage everyone to do what made them happy, even if it got them in trouble, but she would always take the fall if it did. I used to call her Robin Hood because she wouldn’t take the jacket off her own back if you were cold; she’d find someone with two jackets and steal one for you.” People laughed again, and you couldn’t stop the tears from falling anymore. As quick as they appeared, Wally had leaned over to use the sleeve on his other arm to wipe your face for you. You couldn’t look at him, so you just squeezed the arm you still had hold of as a sign of appreciation.

“My life will never be the same without her. No one to colour code my wardrobe from black to darker black. No one to blast ABBA in the car and sing at the top of their lungs. No one to sit on the roof with in the middle of the night and point at all of the different constellations. Y/N was the light of my life, and now I’m lost in the dark. Wherever she is now, I know she’s causing mayhem and spreading laughter.”

The rest of the memorial was a blur. Teachers stood up to talk about you, and a couple of friends shared stories that you’d forgotten. People laughed just as much as they cried.

Even when it was over, and they were packing up, you didn’t move. You’d let go of Wally’s arm so he could leave, but instead of leaving, he wrapped the arm over your shoulders and pulled you towards him into a hug.

That’s how you stayed for a long time. He held you while you cried, the weight of being dead finally hitting you.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you knew, you were on a couch in the teachers’ lounge with Wally sitting on the floor next to you, flipping through a book. He practically dropped it when he noticed you stirring.

“Morning,” His voice was calm and peaceful, the perfect alarm clock. “I hope you don’t mind. I figured the bench wasn’t the nicest bed, so I carried you here. Dawn stopped by with some mints earlier, and I will admit I did take one, but to make it up to you….” He reached over to the coffee table and produced a CD.

“ABBA Gold, Greatest Hits?” You read the CD through your still sleepy eyes.

“Yeah, when your dad mentioned that you would sing it at the top of your lungs, I knew I’d seen a copy, so I went looking for it,” He handed it to you, and you cradled it carefully as though even breathing on it would break it. “I hope it’s okay.” Instead of answering him, you acted impulsively, as usual. You leaned forward and pressed a feather-light kiss to his cheek as a thank you.

“It’s perfect.” You smiled at him, the grin that spread across his face giving you hope that, even in death, everything was going to be okay.

a/n - uh oh besties... I have a new obsession... get ready because I already have another wally clark x reader in progress

let me know if you want a part 2 for this one!

#school spirits #wally clark x reader #wally clark x reader oneshot #school spirits oneshot #wally clark #school spirits wally #school spirits fanfiction #school spirits fic

[karin848]

I guess School Spirits is the thing that gets me to finally publish a fic for the first time in three years. Have this little un-beta’d ficlet about a scene in the friendship of Maddie and Simon

When It’s Your Time to Dye by KARIN848

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A pre-series snapshot into the life and friendship of Maddie and Simon

It was the summer before ninth grade when Maddie brought up the idea of dying her hair.

“New school, new Maddie Nears, right?” she asked Simon as they were hanging out together, laying on her bedroom floor.

Simon shrugged as much as he could from his spot on the carpet. “Sure, I guess. Dyed hair is pretty cool. Are we gonna be cooler at this new school?”

Maddie gave him a light shove and laughed. “Not possible, we’re already the coolest people I know.”

Simon grinned and sat up to face Maddie as she studied her own brown locks intently. “Alright. What color are we thinking? Red? Purple? How about a daring black?”

Maddie smiled and tapped her fingers against her chin. “Ooh, a grunge look, very 90s.” She ran her fingers through her hair and tossed it over her shoulder as she decided. “I’m thinking classic blonde. Grab the scissors, we’re doing this.”

Simon pulled himself up with an amused huff. “We? I’ll let you hack at your own hair, but there’s no way I’m letting you get close to this with a blade.” He shook his head in an exaggerated motion as if he were a mermaid bursting out of the water.

Maddie laughed as Simon’s shoulder length hair hit her as it flipped. “Fine, fine! I’ll be my own guinea pig today. But you have to help me with the dye. I think I got some extra gloves somewhere around here.”

There was a lot of struggling in the Nears’ small bathroom that day. Cramped space, two awkward teenagers, and a box of chemically-smelling hair dye did not add up to an uncomplicated process.

“Maddie, did you mean to cut this part that short?”

“…Ah, shit.”

The faucet and sink were already spattered with chemicals. Maddie was just grateful her mother never really cleaned anything around the house and wouldn’t be coming into her bathroom to notice it any time soon.

“Simon! Not too much! You’re gonna burn my scalp off.”

“It’s too goopy, I have no clue how much to put on!”

The bleach was tingling her scalp to an almost-uncomfortable degree, and waiting for her brown hair to turn as light yellow as a baby chick was turning into an excruciating waiting game.

“Hold still, Nears, I need to un-butcher this side.”

“Do not cut it straight across Si’”

“Hey, neither of us are exactly professionals here.”

The gloves were making their hands sweat and the smell of the dye was making their noses twitch, but at least they got most of Maddie’s head appropriately covered in goop. A timer was set on Maddie’s phone and they chatted about their future class schedules while the color set in.

“You can toss those gloves in that bin. Trash day is in like two days, I’ll take it out then.”

“Alright, if you say so.”

Simon kicked his feet lightly against the lower cabinets as he sat on the counter, idly glancing over the instructions on the side of the hair dye box. Maddie was running her head under the bathtub faucet and splashing half the water onto the floor where someone would probably slip on it later.

“I don’t think we left it in long enough.” Simon says as he lightly scratches the back of his neck and tosses the box onto the bathroom counter without really looking at where it went.

Maddie slaps the knob to shut off the water and twists the excess out of her hair, watching it flow down the drain. “Well it’s gonna have to be good enough, because that stuff was starting to burn like hell.”

Simon reaches for a towel hanging up on a nearby rack and hands it over to Maddie. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

She reaches back and grabs it without looking, wrapping it around her head and twisting it to dry her hair. “We sure will.”

Later, Maddie removes the slightly bleach-stained towel from her hair and she and Simon decide it didn’t turn out as bad as it could’ve, which is declared an overall win. Maddie sweeps up the hair that fell onto the floor during their chopping process while Simon gives the sink and tub a cursory wipe-down with the already-stained towel. When the room is deemed ‘clean enough,’ Simon suggests watching a movie and Maddie turns to find her laptop.

During their movie marathon that evening, Maddie looks over to find Simon already staring at her.

“What? It’s that bad?” she asks, slightly perturbed.

Simon shakes his head. “No I just…it suits you.”

Maddie shoves his shoulder and drags her laptop closer. “Eyes on the screen, Si’.” She rests her head on his shoulder and smiles.

“Thanks.”

#School Spirits #School Spirits (Paramount+) #Maddie Nears #Maddie Nears & Simon Elroy #School Spirits fic #my fic #Posting before immediately falling asleep so I don’t have to deal with the mortifying ordeal of waiting for comments

[wallyclarksnewmom]

Was chatting with @donutcats about Wally this afternoon, so now this exists.

#school spirits #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #wally clark #maddie nears #school spirits fic

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE,

- EVIL!WALLY CLARK X READER -

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; yandere/evil hcs w wally clark.

⋆ tags/warnings. wally clark x female reader. obsessive behavior. toxic white man !!

♫ “Oh, can't you see, you belong to me? How my poor heart aches, with every step you take?” ♫ Every Breath You Take by The Police

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

You think you can get away? Sorry sweetheart, not an option.

Jumping straight into this, he will kill you. Find a way to orchestrate it. Manipulate Mr. Martin somehow, set it all up. You’re coming with him. Forever.

He’s been watching you from the get go. Even before he killed you, he studies you like his life depends on it. Rhonda and Charley can ask him why he’s standing in the hallways. He’ll come up with BS excuses- they don’t deserve to know you. Not yet.

He watches your friends with contempt. He’d kill them too if it wouldn’t be so damn awkward, running into them for all eternity. Yuck! The thought makes him sick.

Once your dead- he comforts you. He’s the only person to get to hold you. If anyone tries to talk to you to help you figure out what happened, he’s sending them a charming (a bit scary) smile, and saying “I’ll take over from here.”

He’s sneaking an arm around you. He makes big shows in the ghost circle when your present; pretending to care about helping you find out what killed you. Defending you from Mr. Martin or Rhonda.

He needs to be seen as your hero.

And you’ll be none the wiser.

“Wear my letterman jacket, yeah? For good luck?”

also makes you wear the necklace.

He just wants everyone to know who you belong too.

He’ll dig up CD’s in the school library for you two to have little dates. Listen to the 80’s music in a corner at night. Make you watch all his favorite original horror movies, just so he can see your innocent little face terrified. And then he can wrap an arm around you-

“Hey hey hey, I’ll protect you.”

Truly believes he’s given you everything the two of you could ever want. An eternity together.

If you don’t want to be his prom date, you don’t have the option. His eye will twitch- and with a smile, he’ll say he understands through gritted teeth.

But oh, oh, oh, poor Charley. Wally Clark is a jock- and classic one at that. His highschool bully roots will come through eventually.

He’ll have Charley pushed against a locker, threatening to kill him a second time if he doesn’t convince you to go.

You’re his girl. His only hope to find happiness in this shithole of a school.

“You- you love me, right?”

He asks, his eyes a bit too focused on his jersey number he doodled on the back of your hand.

If you say yes, he’ll practically wag his tail and put an arm around you possessivley.

If you stutter, he’ll nod with a shy laugh- a quick “i’m jus’ kidding,” muttered.

But…on the inside? He’s thinking what more he can do to worship you. To make you realize he’s your knight in shining armor, your best player.

He’s an optimist. And a patient man.

He’ll wait for you to come to your senses.

#wally clark x reader #wally clark #school spirits #wally clark headcanons #wally clark x maddie nears #wally clark fic #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere!wallyclark #evil!wallyclark #milo manheim #milo manheim x reader

[neil-writes-fics]

My Adoring Phantom - Part 1

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ on repeat: Doomsday - Lizzy McAlpine

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 1,232

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ trigger warnings: death, lowkey stalking

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ summary: Reader dies and meets Wally + the rest of them

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

August 9th, 2012. First day of your freshman year. Your day starts off in your English class. Your outfit consists of a thrifted sweater, with a sherpa lined denim jacket on top. Your black stockings cling to your legs under your green corduroy pencil skirt. To top off the outfit, your feet are covered with a pair of old worn out converse, black leg warmers overlapping on the top of the shoes.

As you make your way to class, you get a sudden chill. You shake it off, continuing to walk. That sudden chill was Wally.

When he saw you, he audibly said “Oh my god.”

Then he started following you. He followed you from class to class, going as far as to sit in on a couple of them just to stare at you. He walked you to class every single day, knowing you weren’t even aware of his existence. But he didn’t care, he got to see you and that’s what mattered to him. He enjoyed spending time with you, even if it was one sided. 

Then May rolled around, and the school year ended, and Wally was alone. But he couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

August 9th, 2013. First day of your sophomore year. The same thing happens all over again, rinse and repeat with your junior year, and now your senior year.

It was January 1st, 2016. Five more months, and he would never see you again.

He is snapped out of his memories by the voice of Charley. 

“You’re thinking of her again, aren’t you?” Charley registers what's going on, realizing his friend is still swooning. 

“Yeah. I can’t help it!” Wally leaned forward on the bleachers, resting his elbows on his knees and lightly intertwining his fingers. 

“There's a very unlikely chance that she’s gonna-” Charley begins, but is cut off in the middle of his sentence by an ear piercing scream. The two ghost boys share a look, and begin searching for where the sound came from.

First, they found Rhonda, who was in the exact same boat as them. The first thing she said upon seeing them was,

“Did you guys hear that?”

Then they figured it would be a good idea to see where the massive mob of students were heading. That would most likely provide answers.

As they come across the scene it is not pretty. As it had turned out, the ‘very unlikely chance’ -in Charleys words- of Y/n’s death, had in fact happened. She had a similar story to Charleys, having died from being allergic to something. Apparently it was a bad allergy too, her body was almost unrecognizable. 

Soon after they arrive, they spot a very frantic, panicked looking girl. She notices them looking at her and immediately runs to them.

“Can you see me?” She’s borderline yelling as she says this, her eyes wide and full of uncertainty. Wally lets himself take the sight of her in. She’s there. And she can see and hear him. 

“Sure can, cherrypop.” Rhonda is the first to speak out of the three. Wally quickly steps forward.

“Ignore her, she’s like that all the time.” He rolls his eyes as he extends a hand to you. 

“Wally Clark. Resident jock.” He flashes his toothy grin at you. You look puzzled for a second, then a look of horror and realization comes across your face. 

“You’re.. Wally Clark? As in, died on the football field in ‘83 Wally Clark?” You look at Rhonda, registering who she is.

“And you’re…” You grab your hair, pulling at it lightly.

“This cannot be happening!” You take a deep breath, and try to compose yourself. 

“I’m dead, aren’t I?” You stare down Wally as you ask this, him being the only one you’ve really spoken to.

“You betcha.” He awkwardly shoves his hands in his letterman jacket pockets. 

Once the four of you got back to the group, it had gotten around there was a new ghost. You’re greeted by Dawn and Mr. Martin as soon as you walk in. You all sit down, Wally grabbing a new chair for you almost immediately. When you sit down, a million questions are thrown at you.

“Whats your name?”

“How old are you?”

“How did you die?” And many more follow after. 

“Guys maybe uh, chill a little.” Wally chuckles as he sees your discomfort. 

“She seems a bit overwhelmed.” Oh what three and a half years of observation will teach you about someone. Wally knows everything about you there is to know. He stole your diary (“It’s not technically stealing.” was how he rationalized it to himself.) and has read it cover to cover at least three times. He had been watching you since the moment he saw you. He knew your body language. You glance at him with a small smile, silently thanking him.

“I’m Y/n,” You begin slowly, cautious at first.

“I was turning 18 in a week, but not anymore I guess. I died from an allergic reaction to blueberries. Someone put them in my food without telling me, I guess, and before I knew it I was here.” You tell your story, eyes not leaving from your fidgeting hands in your lap. 

“So it was murder?” Rhonda asks, not beating around the bush whatsoever.

“Maybe- I don't know, I don't really care.” You shrugged your shoulders,

“I’m dead now, either way.”

The group seemed to be surprised by how fast you had accepted your death.

“Okay! Movie night anyone?” Mr. Martin hurriedly tried to move along the session. 

As night rolled around, you tugged on Wally’s sleeve lightly. You being 5'3 and him being 6’3, he had to look down slightly to talk to you. 

“What’s up?” He perks up as soon as he sees you.

“Where do I sleep?” You ask the question very quietly, as if you’re scared of him. 

“Well, we don’t have to sleep, it comes with the territory of being undead. But if you want to,” He gestures towards the exit of the gym. As you walk down the hall with him, you realize something. 

“My backpack! Stay right here!” You exclaim, and run to the cafeteria. Luckily, when you arrived it was there, safe and sound. You sighed with relief. Then you quickly ran back to Wally, who stood waiting for you. He led you to the teachers lounge, where there was a couch. 

“It’s not much, but it’s something.” He smiles a little while he says this, playing with the gold chain around his neck. This was the first time you had realized it was even there.

“Thank you, Wally. For everything. You’ve been really nice today.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight hug. He was stunned for a split second, but quickly hugged you back. 

“Of course, I want to make sure you’re comfortable here.” You let go of him after a couple seconds of comfortable silence. 

“Well, good night.” You get up on your tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek, ushering him out of the teachers lounge as soon as your lips disconnect from his face. 

Wally walked away calmly for a second, then when he was sure he was out of your line of sight, he let his excitement grow. He ran down the halls, jumping to slap every door frame and doing heel clicks.

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[veilyixing]

faz capinha das orange caramel com o conceito de catallena 😚

⤷ eu já quero começar agradecendo muitíssimo por essa sugestão maravilhosa! eu tive essa ideia conversando na tml do spirit com uma querida, que gosta tanto de catallena quanto eu, e já queria fazer essa capa tem um tempinho. eu amo o after school, amo o orange caramel e amo o conceito de catallena, que sempre me deu ideias para editar mas eu nunca coloquei em prática, e com essa sugestão eu resolvi tomar vergonha na cara e fazer. me inspirei na @mercuryport, sou sua fã viu.

(abra a imagem)

Catallena カタレナ

19/01/24 | ✎ sugestão anônima (nem tanto).

#capa para fanfic #capa para social spirit #orange caramel #nana orange caramel #raina orange caramel #lizzy orange caramel #capa colagem #capa divertida #capa colorida #fanfic #capa de fic #capa de fanfic #capa treino #capa para spirit #capa social spirit #capa para fic #capa clean #after school #nana after school #raina after school #lizzy after school #webyixing #drunkdaez #veilyixing

[dylobilysmomg]

Milo Manheim Masterlist

𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒

ᰔᩚ ♡ Undying Desire

𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑

☻❀ Bound by Fear

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 !!

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐌

𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 !!

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[she-talks-to-angels-14]

Homecoming Queen: A School Spirits Story

Part 2: Letting Go

Wally Clark x Reader

Part 1

Y/N is letting go of what happened to her, or so she thought, when she sees her memorial being set up she realizes she wasn’t truly letting go of her death. One person though has continuously been there since she died and is making her death bearable.

4 Days After Hoco Dance

I sat in the gym and watched as people I had never seen before set things up for my funeral. They carried in flower arrangement after flower arrangement setting them up ornately. Then they set up an easel and had a large portrait of me, my senior yearbook picture to be exact. I looked perfect in that picture. My hair was curled and framed my face just right, the strand of pearls hung daintily around my neck and the black velveteen shirt hung off my shoulders slightly, the smile on my face was one of the brightest I had ever seen in a picture, I was so excited to finally be taking this picture. It’s a shame that the first time I ever saw it was at my own funeral. Finally the people wheeled in a metallic blue coffin, which could only be mine, they opened the coffin and arranged a few things seeming to make my body presentable. They finished off the set up with a framed Split River number 32 basketball jersey and then they left the gym.

I wasn’t aware that I was crying until I felt a tear fall from my cheek and land on my hands that were crossed on my lap. I thought I was starting to come to terms with my new life or should I say my death but seeing this setup brought back the stinging pain I thought I was working through. Truth be told I wasn’t ready to die, I had so many things I wanted to do after graduation. The tears kept coming, more rapidly at this point and by now I was full blown sobbing as I sat in the upper deck of the bleachers looking out at the funeral setup.

“Hey there you are,” Wally called as he made his way over to me to sit down. “Y/N what’s wrong?”

“That’s what’s wrong,” I choke out as I point to the gym floor. “I thought I was starting to accept this.”

“It takes time your death is still fresh,” he says as he wipes a tear from my face. “It’s okay to not be okay.”

“I’m sorry,” I cried as I started to lean into Wally. “I feel like all you have done since I got here is deal with my pity parties.”

“It’s all going to be okay,” he wrapped his arms around me pulling me into him. “I don’t mind your pity parties, it's normal to feel like this. I felt they same way you do right now. When I died I was depressed for weeks.”

“It’s hard to think about you being depressed,” I laughed. “You give off total golden retriever energy, you’re always so happy.”

“Golden retriever energy huh?” He chuckled, pulling me in closer to him. “You’ve been hanging around Rhonda haven’t you?”

“Only a little bit here and there,” I smiled up at him. “Thank you Wally.”

“For what?”

“For always being here and comforting me when I have one of these breakdowns.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he stroked my arm tenderly. “Seeing you vulnerable when you have always been so strong pained me to see.”

“What do you mean?” I asked confused, “you’ve only ever seen the vulnerable me.”

“That’s not true,” he said, grabbing my hand with his. “I’ve been stuck here for.” Wally was cut off by Mrs. Sheridan’s voice echoing over the speakers in the gym.

“Thank you everyone for attending the celebration of life of Y/N YL/N.” Mrs. Sheridan spoke into the microphone on the podium.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Wally asks, “watching your own funeral isn’t easy.”

“No I need to see this.” I said standing, “maybe this will bring me closure, plus it’s my last chance to see my mama and brother.” I began to make my way down to the first floor of the gym. In the front row of chairs sat my mama and Lincoln both clad in black clothing, on my mothers lap sat my letterman jacket. Her fist clenched tightly to it as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Lincoln had his arm around her shoulder and he was doing his best to stay strong for her.

My heart crumbled seeing them like this, I sat on the hardwood floor in front of my Mama and laid my head over in her lap. I would give anything for her to stroke my hair once more and comfort me but she can’t. I laid my hand on top of hers and laid there for what seemed like forever. My mother stirred beneath me bringing me back to reality.

“In honor of Y/N we would like to officially retire her jersey.” Coach Marshall spoke into the microphone. “She was our fearless team captain and one heck of a ball player she was going places and this season was going to seal that deal for her.” He had so much faith in my abilities. “Please Ms. YL/N we would like to bestow her remaining jersey to you.”

My mother stood and my hand fell from her, I grasped for her once more but to no avail I could not touch her. In my grip though I was graced with my letterman even though my mother still held it firmly in her hands as she approached the stage. How was that possible? How could I have my jacket when she still had it in her hands?

“Thank you coach,” my mother said as she approached the podium. “Retiring Y/N’s jersey is a great honor and thank you for your kind words about her.”

My mom continued to give a speech about me but my focus had shifted to my brother. The strength he showed earlier had dissipated, tears are slowly rolling down his cheek. I have never seen Lincoln cry before, he has always been the tough one of the two of us. “You have always been an amazing big brother,” I cried with him. “I love you bubba,” I hugged him even though he couldn’t feel it.

The funeral ended shortly after my mothers speech and she returned to her seat. I slid my arms into my letterman and then I proceeded to sit in the now empty seat by my mom. “Thank you for being the best mama I could have ever asked for.” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “I sure am proud to be your daughter.” Looking between my mama and Lincoln I bared these last words, “take care of each other y’all are all y’all have left I love y’all.”

I stood from my seat and went to approach my casket, my body laid peacefully in my metallic blue casket. My mom had me dressed in her favorite dress of mine, a light blue lace dress with cap sleeves. She had my hair curled and made sure to put my class ring on my finger and my favorite necklace on me. Knowing what I knew now after the incident with my jacket I took my ring and necklace and put them on me. “You lived a good life sweetheart,” I said to my corpse, “but now it’s time to live your death.”

I turned and walked out of the gym, I had closed this chapter and now was ready to accept this new life, I was ready to accept my death and make the best of it.

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Wally’s POV

I couldn’t leave the gym, I didn’t want to leave Y/N alone. So I stayed in the upper level seats and watched her at her own funeral. I watched her go straight to her mama and sit on the floor with her head placed on her mama’s lap. My heart broke for her knowing this was it. She was savoring every moment with her family. Her mama got up and made her way to the podium where she accepted the jersey of Y/N’s that wasn’t framed. She gave her speech and I watched Y/N have her moment with her brother. I watched her exchange with her brother but I listened to the speech her mama gave. She said everything I had come to know about Y/N over the years she’s been roaming these halls. She was a fierce competitor, a loyal friend, stronger than she knew, and the kindest soul to have graced these halls.

Her mama finished her speech and returned to her seat. Y/N sat next to her and spoke unheard words to her. She then looked between her brother and mama and said something else before she got up and walked to her casket where she stood for a few moments and pulled a couple things out of her then she turned and headed for the gym exit. Her chiffon train of her dress flowed behind her as she made her exit. She looked like a different person as she walked out as if she was letting go of the past and ready to move on.

I gave her fifteen minutes before I went to find her. I checked the cafeteria, the field, the library, and the halls but she was nowhere to be found. None of the others had seen her, she was nowhere to be found, I had checked everywhere. Defeated, I sat down on the floor of the hall when it hit me. I had checked everywhere but one place, how could I forget about the auditorium? That’s where we had kissed. How could that slip my mind when I was looking for her? I quickly stood up and made my way to the auditorium, once there I burst through the doors and sure enough there she sat on the stage, she was gorgeous as ever sitting in her letterman and she had changed out of her dress, she was now in jeans and a basketball t-shirt.

“You alright?” I asked, sitting down beside her.

“Shockingly yes, I made my peace.” She smiled, “I said my goodbyes to my family and my former self. I'm ready to move forward.”

“I’m happy for you,” I grabbed her hand. “You deserve to be at peace with what happened”

“Thank you Wally,” she squeezed my hand. “You have been a big part of getting me through this. You've been my shoulder to lean on and I am forever grateful.”

“I’ll always be there if you ever need me.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What were you going to say earlier about seeing me not vulnerable?” She asked softly.

“I was going to say that I had been stuck here for 30 years.” I sighed, “ I’ve seen many people walk these halls but no one has ever been like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve watched you roam these halls for four years, I’ve seen you put others above yourself even when you were falling apart.” I looked into her eyes and confusion was all on her face, “I watched you hold yourself together when your life at home was crumbling to help someone who’s problems weren’t anywhere near as big as yours. I’ve seen just how strong you are before I ever even met you.” I couldn’t tear my eyes from hers. I could see the tears welling in them. “I’ve seen how loyal you are, I’ve seen what kind of leader you are and I saw the type of person you are well before you died.”

“I don’t even know what to say to that,” she sniffled.

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” I pulled my hand away unsure of how she was feeling. “I honestly never thought I would ever actually meet you but the type of person you were caught my attention.”

“So you’ve watched me since I started going here?”

“Not in a stalker type of way,” I said standing to my feet, I had said too much and creeped her out. “I mainly watched your games and only ever watched in the halls when we happened to be in them together.” I turned to walk out of the auditorium.

“Wait,” she said as I heard footsteps approach me. “Why are you leaving?”

“I figured I creeped you out.” My head hung low, “I thought it was best if I left.”

“You haven’t creeped me out,” she said, reaching for my hand. “Things just make sense now.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve seen countless games, and heard god knows how many conversations I’ve had in the halls.” She chuckled, “you already knew ‘Iris’ was my favorite song before I told you when we danced on homecoming night.”

“I did,” I looked down at her. “You always listened to it before games and I overheard you tell a friend it was your favorite once.” I was extremely embarrassed but I couldn’t stop the words that came next. “I liked you, I wanted to get to know you but I knew it wasn’t possible, I never thought we’d actually be where we are now.

She looked up at me through her long lashes with a sweet smile on her face. “Are you saying you had a crush on me when I was alive?”

“I still do,” the words fell from my mouth before I even processed what I was saying.

As soon as the words escaped my lips, I felt small hands on both sides of my face pulling me down a few inches until her soft lips were on mine.

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Y/N’s POV

“I still do,” Wally said and I couldn’t stop myself. Both of my hands were on either side of his face pulling him down towards me. Ever since we kissed on homecoming night I have been hoping for another opportunity to do it again. Our lips touch as if I’ve taken him by surprise; he doesn't kiss me back.

“I’m sorry that was much smoother in my head,” I say as I pull away, letting my hands fall from his face.

“Don’t be sorry,” he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me into him. “It just took me by surprise is all.”

He dipped his head down to meet my lips once again. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood slightly on my tip toes. He tightened his arms around my waist pulling me even closer to him. This kiss was much different than the first we shared. That kiss was soft and sweet, this one was full of longing and desire.

“I’ve been wanting to do that again since our first kiss,” he said breathlessly, breaking our kiss.

“So have I,” I smiled up at him. “So you wanted to get to know me huh?”

“Yes I did,” he said, grabbing my hand. “I still do.”

“Then let’s go,” I said as I led him out of the auditorium and to a plot of land that overlooks the fields. “This is where I’d come when I needed some time to myself, it was always so peaceful here.”

“It does seem very peaceful.” He said looking around the quaint area.

“I frequented this spot often when my parents were going through their divorce.” I said as I sat on the soft grass. “This was the only place I found comfort during that time, my parents were at each others throats and Lincoln and I were always caught in the middle.”

“I’m sorry you both had to go through that,” he said, tightening his grip on my hand comfortingly.

“It’s alright, that made me who I am today and I wouldn’t change a thing.” I leaned my head on his shoulder, “so what do you want to know?”

“Let’s start off easy,” he smiled. "What's your favorite color?”

“It’s turquoise, what’s yours?”

“I didn’t know the questions were getting turned around on me,” he chuckled. “It’s blue and my favorite song is ‘Don’t stop Believin’.”

“Good choice,” I giggled. “So this one is heavy, what exactly happened to you?”

“I was laid out by a tackle in the homecoming game my senior year.” He shuddered remembering his final moments. “Coach pulled me out to rest my knee, I was sitting on the bench when my mama came down to the field, she wanted to know what was going on,” he sighed and I knew where this was going. “She convinced me to tell my coach I was okay and to get back into the game, she said I could rest when I was dead and that rest doesn’t get scholarships.” The hurt in his eyes was evident and a tear began to roll down his cheek. “Coach put me back in and I was rushing for a touchdown, I was nearly in the end zone when I was taken down, I heard a crack and everything went black. I didn’t feel any pain, but I only wished I could’ve scored one more touchdown for my mama.”

My heart was in my throat, “Wally I’m so sorry,” I choked. “If your mom would’ve just let you rest, you wouldn’t have died.”

“You’re right but you know everything happens for a reason and I’ve accepted that.” He put his arm around me, “so what’s your favorite movie?”

“Titanic and yours?”

“Raiders of the lost ark, speaking of movies, we have movie nights around here from time to time. Do you think maybe you’d want to go to one with me as my date?”

“Wally Clark, are you asking me on a date?”

I said looking up at him. “Of course I would love to be your date to one of the movie nights.”

“Hell yeah.” He kissed the top of my head. “You know I’ve enjoyed this.”

“So have I Wally.”

We sat together just enjoying each other's company until night time had fallen upon the school. “Wally, do you think we’d have gotten along this well if we were alive in the same lifetime?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” He responded, “but I’ll take this lifetime any day.” He kissed my temple.

I don’t know exactly what is going on between Wally and I. I know that I am falling for this lovable football player hard and fast, but for now I’m content with where we’re at. He makes being dead much more bearable than it would have been without him.

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Police Cars And Paintings. (Wally Clark x Reader)

Summary: Wally helps Y/N get her justice.

Word count: 2,593

Gif Not Mine. Requests Are Open!

Warnings - Murder? Swearing.

“Y/N Y/L/N was loved by all, caring, supportive and kind are just three words that her family and friends used to describe the young woman whose life was so tragically cut short at the age of seventeen. Y/N was a senior at Split River high school, with hopes of attending New York Fashion School, in order to pursue her dreams of studying fashion design. She was the valedictorian with a passion for the arts. We learn today that her body was discovered in the school’s art room, with multiple stab wounds to her  neck, chest and stomach. Police believe the attack was premeditated and to remain vigilant as her killer is still yet to be caught.”

Letting out a pained scream, I launch the tv remote directly at the screen in front of me, causing the image to shift and blur before settling into a dull, gray static. Feeling multiple pairs of eyes on me, I grip my hair, tugging slightly to feel the tightness in my skull as a way to relieve the emotional pain weighing me down.

“Hey, let’s not do that okay. It won’t help you.” Wally tells me, gently grabbing my arms and forcing them down as he wraps his arms around me in a comforting hug. Well as best as he can leaning from behind the sofa.

“Are we not gonna talk about the fact that she just broke the tv? She’s ruined movie night for everyone.” Rhonda complains, eyes shooting daggers at me.

“Like you even care about movie night. There’s other TV's in this school, we’re not gonna miss one.” I snap back, rage still coursing through my body. “At least your murderer was caught.”

Rhonda scoffs, turning to look at Mr Martin, who has remained oddly silent, as she slips her lollipop back into her mouth. Mr Martin simply shares a disapproving glance, not impressed by either of our actions or comments though he still remains silent. Not wanting to make the tension in the room any worse. It’s so thick you could cut it with a knife, cliche I know.

“At least you know who did it, that’s got to count for something and I’m sure the police will work it out soon enough. I mean, they already know that it was a planned attack.” Charlie comments, hoping to make me feel a little better, yet I still feel just as bad. If not worse than moments prior.

“Yeah and he’s still walking about school as though nothing happened! The cops don’t give a shit Charlie, I’m already dead, it’s not like anything worse is going to happen to me that they have to worry about.”

Wally’s embrace relaxes as he stands up straighter, arms falling to his side, causing me and everyone else in the room to turn and look at him. A serious expression is settled upon his face, an unusual sight as he is normally sporting a soft smile or at least a playful lightness in his eyes.

“Wait, the guy that did this goes to school here? He’s still here?” Wally asks, his questions directed at me as though nobody else is even in the room. Clearly something has rattled him.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m so pissed off. I still have to see him every single day and there’s no escape. Not even in death I get peace.”

With a huff, I push myself off the sofa. Forcing a smile at the group as I make my exit, the moment I step out of the gym I start running. Sprinting as fast as I can to the other side of the school before climbing up the stairs to the rooftop. The art room used to be my quiet place, where I would find myself able to relax and feel at ease. Not anymore. So, the roof is my quiet place now. After moving all of my art supplies here, I’ve found that there’s no reason for me to even step foot in the art room anymore. It’s been a month and it’s still too painful to be in there.

Picking up my paintbrush and dipping it into my paint to continue the mural I have been working on, I hear another pair of footsteps lightly jogging up the stairs. I know it’s Wally, I don’t even need to turn around to know it’s him. Ever since I arrived in this world, he’s been my rock. Helping me get through everything and it’s safe to say that in the short amount of time I’ve known him, he’s found a special place in my heart. It’s not a crush. I swear it’s not a crush. I just happen to have a soft spot for him.

“Holy shit. I knew you liked art but this is insane, why have I never seen this?”

Wally’s stare is glued to the mural I’ve painted, each ghost gazing back at him from their position on the wall. Rhonda’s trademark moody stare, Charlie’s sweet but somewhat shy smile, even Dawn’s curiosity shines through in her chestnut brown eyes. I watch as he notices himself. A proud smile resting on his lips. Wally was the most difficult to paint, I wanted to make sure I captured his beauty properly, though that tends to be very hard to do when someone is physically perfect.

“You even got my necklace, Y/N this looks so real. Like you’re so talented, this belongs in a gallery or something.” Wally continues, brushing his finger down the side of his painted face, still in awe.

“It’s still a work in progress. I haven’t even started on Mr Martin, or the band kids or the girl in the theater whose name I always forget.” I tell him, swatting his hand away from the wall before he smudges any paint that may still be wet.

“Yeah, but do you really want them on there? Mr Martin sure, but the others, they never show up to the support group. You should keep it contained, no? You haven’t even painted yourself yet.”

“That’s kind of rude Wally. I painted Dawn and she never comes to the group, but she’s my friend.” I tell him, placing my paintbrush down and beginning to walk over to the rail at the edge of the roof. “We’re all dead, we deserve some sort of memorial.”

Leaning against the rail, I watch the kids below living their lives as normal. As though nothing is wrong, as though I wasn’t just murdered a month ago. God, if they knew this is what happens after death, they’d be terrified.

The football team are running drills on the field, accompanied by the cheerleaders who are going over the same routines. Students sit in the bleachers, either reading or making notes as they study. Occasionally laughing together as they discuss the latest gossip or show each other something they’ve seen on social media. It’s a peaceful scene, watching as they stress over things so trivial, things that won’t matter in ten years time.

“How come you never told me that the guy who killed you still goes to this school? I knew he hadn’t been caught but I assumed that’s because was on the run or something.” Wally asks me, leaning with his back against the rail so that he can watch me rather than the school.

“I don’t know. I try to avoid him and I know how nosey the rest of that group are, especially Rhonda. No doubt you’d all be following him around the school like a bunch of creeps.”

“Yeah but that’s just because we care about you.” Wally nudges me as he speaks, trying to get me to smile, which proves to be very easy as I make eye contact with him.

My heart flutters, making me nervous as I stare up at him. Wally’s height would intimidate me if I didn’t know how much of a big softie he was. I truly don’t think there is a bad bone in his body, he breaks the stereotypical idea of what a jock is. Charming and popular, sure, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Feeling his hand touch my chin, my smile grows wider as it gently moves to cup my cheek. His other hand combs through his hair, a nervous trait of his. Something I picked up on a while back, it doesn’t happen often because Wally isn’t one for getting nervous. He opens his mouth slightly, about to ask something. However, before he can my eyes catch sight of something on the field below.

“That’s him.” I point out, a flash of disappointment crosses his face before he removes his hand and turns to see what I’m looking at.

Harry Cole, clad in a dark hoodie is walking by the side of the field, heading straight to the art block. His pace is quick, almost like he’s in a rush and it’s the most panicked I’ve seen him since my death. Clearly something’s happened, a breakthrough in the investigation maybe? Police hot on his tail. Whatever it is, I need to know.

“That’s the dickhead that killed you?” Wally asks, scowling now as he takes him in.

“Yeah, come on, he’s up to something.”

Without even a second thought, I grab Wally’s hand, taking off in a slight run in order to catch whatever Harry’s up to. Wally’s gripping my hand in a firm hold, as if he’ll lose him if he lets go, thumb gently tracing circles into my skin despite us running.

Upon entering the art room, I immediately see Harry at the sinks, furiously scrubbing at something. Sharing a confused glance with Wally, I slowly approach him. I know he can’t see me and yet I’m still worried that I’ll disrupt him and spook me off, leaving me with no answers.

The closer I get the stronger the smell of bleach is, and then I finally see what he is cleaning. Butcher knife gleaming under the bright white lights, I spot the specks of blood still coating the handle and I know he’s trying to remove any evidence. Gloves adorn his hands in an attempt to mask his fingerprints. A silent tear rolls down my cheek at the thought of him never getting caught.

Wally’s arm wraps around my shoulder delicately. “You don’t need to see this.”

To my surprise, I don’t fight with him as he gently escorts me out of the room. I make no noise as I let the tears fall down my cheeks and I know Wally sees. Yet, he stays quiet. Not wanting to further upset me. He helps me to sit down on the old sofa that resides on the roof. With his hands on my knees he crouches in front of me, a concerned look on his face.

“You’ll be okay Y/N. I promise.” He tells me, words soothing my pain little by little. “Look I’ve got to run somewhere but I will be back so fast. I swear.”

Nodding my head gently, he presses a soft kiss to my forehead before dashing off to wherever he needs to be. Allowing me to wallow in my pain. The more days that pass, the more I feel as though justice isn’t possible. The more I feel like Harry will get away with everything.

Curling up into a ball, I allow my emotions to take over. Wails audible and body shaking with anger and sadness. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I don’t understand how the others do it. They’ve been dead longer but surely they still feel the pain and anguish of being dead. Surely they must be hurting too.

I’m brought back to reality by the sounds of sirens, I’m not sure how long I was sat consumed in my sadness but I know that Wally is standing by the rail. Watching whatever it is that is taking place below. The sirens ring through my ears and I jump up to stand beside him, his arm instantly wrapping around me despite no words being said.

Police cars fill the car park, grabbing the attention of pretty much everyone in the near vicinity. Students stand in shock at the commotion being caused. Each window is filled with faces, eager to bear witness to what is happening outside. Wally’s arm squeezes my shoulders, a show of encouragement and support. I swear if he wasn’t by my side, physically holding me up with the arm that is wrapped around me, I think I would be a nervous heap on the ground.

With that, I spot it. Several police officers surround Harry as he is walked out of the school building in handcuffs. His hood shielding his face from view to the majority of students, however, I know it's him. Same outfit, same demeanor, same person. They’ve got him. I feel a weight lift from my shoulders and I let out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

“How did that happen? How did they know it was him?” I ask, completely bewildered by the entire situation.

Wally looks down at me, a shy smile on his face. He knows something I don’t. Turning to face him properly, I take his hands in mine, raising my eyebrows in an attempt to get an outside. Only for him in turn to focus his stare onto the floor.

“Wally?”

“Dawn has a pretty big social media presence within the school community. She runs it as though she’s an anonymous gossip blog, nobody knows who she is but everyone knows her.” He starts, still leaving me confused as to how this happened. “I managed to get her to the art room in time to take a picture of him with the knife. She posted it, it went viral and now the police are here.”

Feeling a rush of emotions run through my body, I somehow gain the confidence to pull Wally down by his gold chain. Gentle enough that it doesn’t snap but with enough force that he’s taken off guard. My hands hold his face as I press my lips to his, feeling his hands hold my forearms as he delicately moves his lips against mine. As I pull away slowly, my mouth drops open in shock as I gaze at Wally who is now eye level with me. Hunched over in order to kiss me.

“I am so sorry Wally. I have no idea where that came from, I just -”

Wally cuts me off with his lips on mine once again, he maneuvers slightly so that my back presses against the rail and I wrap my arms around his neck as the kiss begins to grow more passionate. His hands are holding my waist, body pressed tightly against mine as I feel every inch of my body tingle with excitement. I know Wally feels it too. When I force myself to pull away for some air, he doesn’t hesitate before moving to press light kisses against my neck.

“I’ve never felt this with anyone before Y/N.” He whispers against my skin, goosebumps raising at the feel of his lips moving against my neck.

He moves to look at me, a big, goofy smile on his face as I move my hands to play with the necklace dangling in front of me. Wally places his hands on the rail besides me, watching me eagerly, awaiting my next move.

“I really, really like you Wally.”

He chuckles softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I really, really like you as well.”

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Tackled: Head Over Heels

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Summary: Wally Clark had never met anyone like Maddie Nears

Maddie Nears was different from any girl Wally had ever met before.

Wally Clark had met plenty of girls before, of course, but there was just something about Maddie that caught his attention right away. No, it wasn’t just because she was good-looking (okay, that might have been a slight factor) but because she was so sure of herself. She knew who she wanted to be and she wasn’t afraid to be that person.

Not like Wally.

Wally Clark was always who other people wanted him to be. His mother wanted him to be a football star, his father wanted him to be strong, his classmates and teachers wanted him to be a leader - a dumb jock - a bully - a protector - a star.

His coach had wanted him to head to the bench and rest his knee.

Wally had never thought about the person he wanted to be until he got to know Maddie Nears. From the moment she sat down and joined Mr. Martin’s support group, she was interesting. None of the other ghosts at Split River had ever not known how they got there. Wally remembers practically all the lights and smells on that field the night the bones in his neck got rearranged by the opposing team’s tackle. He told Maddie there were things he wished he could forget. He wasn’t lying.

Ok, that was also the conversation where he told her he could help fill her holes, so … not his best moment. He had been way more smooth when he was hitting on Debbie Gibson during their Junior year. He was just trying to be suave, friendly - introduce himself to the new dead girl. He was trying to be a welcoming spirit for this struggling young lady ghost! Ok, it didn’t hurt that she was cute. Like, really cute. But of course he had to go and stick his foot in his mouth with the ‘holes’ comment. At least she had heard of him before!

Wally will admit, It was a little alarming when Maddie barged into the gym and asked - well, demanded really - for him to threaten some living kids that she thought had something to do with her death. Even though he’s not actually able to do that. Everyone has to learn the ropes when they first get here. Wally wished he could’ve told her how pointless it was to try to escape the school grounds, but he figured she’d realize it eventually. She just needed to get it all out of her system first.

Wally remembers the first time he tried walking off the field to follow his parents, the police officers, and all the medical personnel to the hospital, even though they declared him DOA as soon as the paramedics arrived. He just appeared right back at that five yard line, watching his parents leave again, ignoring him as he tried to yell out that he was fine.

He quickly found out just how not fine he was.

He was happy to see Maddie find her way back to the group, even if her memorial - sorry, her vigil , as Charley had said - interrupts their session, along with the arrival of Maddie’s mom. If Wally understands anything, it’s complicated feelings about your mother.

The ex-boyfriend turns out to not be so great, which sucks because Maddie is definitely too cool to have some lame-ass guy cheat on her with a cheerleader. Wally gets the temptation of cheerleaders of course (Debbie Gibson, remember?) but - cheating on your girlfriend? That wastoid really threw away something good. Wally’s glad she seems to be dealing with it alright. That’s another great thing about Maddie Nears - she never lets the world keep her down. She’s a fighter through and through.

Wally wishes he had the same fight in him that Maddie does. He could’ve fought against his mom when she told him to get back in the game. Hell, he could’ve fought against both his parents when they wanted him to try for a sports scholarship instead of…Well, anything else. He could’ve fought to figure out what he wanted to do with his life.

But the afterlife isn’t always about overthinking your past mistakes and wondering anxiously if you really squandered the precious few years you had on earth by not doing anything that you really wanted to do, and now you’re stuck as a ghost in a snapshot of the life you never wanted but you can’t quite move on to whatever is supposed to come next. So, you wait. And you wait some more. And now forty years have gone by and Wally has found his stride along with Rhonda and Charley. They’ve become something as close to friends as Wally can call themselves. Occasionally, they find themselves a little more than friends. Even if Rhonda would never ever admit she actually liked hanging around Charley and him.

There are moments when Wally is actually happy to be at Split River with Rhonda and Charley, and now Maddie. Even when Charley is teasing him about being a beef-head and a girl on the swim team almost becomes a new member of the Split River ghostly student body. That was certainly a tense moment. Wally doesn’t even want to think about how terrible it would be to die wearing those school swim uniforms, eugh . Being in his sweats is bad enough. But hey, at least he has his jacket.

There are moments that are great, too. Moments where Wally gets to break things and smash school property and let out all the pain he’s feeling inside on water coolers and whatever he can hit with the golf cart. He loves getting to show Maddie how to play water cooler bowling. A strike on her first try, too! Spending that Field Day with Madison Nears was the highlight of his afterlife so far. The wind in his hair, her laughter - well, her yelling - in his ears, nothing has ever been that uplifting. He thinks maybe being dead could be a good thing if it means getting to spend so much time with her.

Picking a movie to watch together (even if no one else can be trusted to pick the right one) is a fun bonding experience. Maddie’s first movie night should be good. He, Rhonda, and Charley get to tell Maddie a little bit about the other ghosts of Split River High. What little they actually know about Dawn, Mina, the band kids, and Yuri (though no one really knows much about Yuri).

There are upsetting moments, like finding out talking to the living is actually possible, and Maddie and Charley were just going to hide it from everyone. Rude! Mostly though, he’s a little flabbergasted. Nothing like this has ever happened before, as far as he knows. Rhonda wants him to be pissed, but mostly he’s just…shocked, and feeling pretty betrayed by Charley (who’s been his friend for years at this point) and Maddie (who he really thought was starting to trust him). He’s not shocked enough to not be embarrassed when Rhonda teases him about his (apparently more obvious than he was hoping it was) blossoming crush on Maddie. Though when he nervously glances over to check what Maddie’s reaction to that was, he finds she’s already run off, leaving Rhonda and him to interrogate Charley.

He can’t help but follow this Simon kid around for a little while. Why him? Why can he only see Maddie? How close were they in life, to have this kind of connection now, the kind that transcends even her death. He can’t help but feel jealous. Jealous of their connection, but also jealous of Maddie. Maddie still has her best friend. Someone to talk to that knew her when she was alive. Wally misses his friends. He wishes he had a support system the way Maddie kind of does with Simon.

But Wally also worries about what this connection to the living world means for Maddie’s ability to eventually cross over. Mr. Martin is always going off about “moving on” and severing the ties that bond us to the living world or whatever. If Maddie keeps holding onto this mystery of her death, and her connection to this Simon guy, or even to the cheating ex-boyfriend, does that mean she’ll never be able to accept that she’s a bonafide ghostly resident of Split River High - permanently? Solving her murder still won’t change that. It didn’t provide much closure for Rhonda when her guidance counselor went to jail. He doesn’t want Maddie to be stuck like that.

There are some bittersweet moments too, of course. Homecoming is around the corner before he knows what hit him. Just like every year, he throws himself into training and preparations. Decorations have to look great, he has to be in top physical condition, he can’t let his mom down (...again). He tries not to think too deeply about his anniversary. He focuses on painting banners and acquiring refreshments. Everything has to be perfect.

He’s practicing outside on the field later when he sees Maddie looking kind of depressed at the base of the goal post, so he wanders over and tries to ask how it went with her mom. She’s still not that interested in talking about herself and her life before all this. He shares the story of his death, the Homecoming game that ended up being his last, the five yard line, the sound of his neck snapping, and the final realization of “lights out.” He’s not sure if it did anything to help, but it’s nice to share. Nice to talk it out with someone new, besides the ghosts in the group who have heard the story over and over again for years now.

Later, during the half-time intermission, Maddie shares the story behind why she dislikes hotdogs so much, and he confesses for the first time to…anyone…that he’s not actually a huge fan of football. Maddie encourages him to do whatever the hell he wants now that he doesn’t have to do what his mom wants him to do. Wally’s not even sure he knows what the hell he wants to be. But one thing he knows for sure, is that he wants to be someone who makes Maddie proud. Someone who can make himself proud. He tries to get her to understand that she’s not coming back, so the hope that she thinks might be helping her mom in the short-term won’t actually be a solution forever. He hopes whatever happens to her mom doesn’t end up making Maddie lose her spirit.

Talking to Maddie is nice. He feels a connection with her as they share stories of their mothers. It’s hard, but he tries, a little. To take her advice about not always doing what his mom expects of him. Taking off his jersey is like shedding the expectations that have been covering him for a time after death twice as long as the years he spent on Earth as one of the living.

“You can rest when you’re dead.”

Those words haut him as much as he continues to haunt the Wally Clark Memorial Field.

“Make me proud.”

For the first time since he’s enrolled in Split River, he spends time during the Homecoming football game as just a spectator, not a player. He wonders briefly what his life would’ve been like to be one of the people here on the stadium benches, rather than a kid risking everything to be out on that field. The kid that lost everything out on that field.

Taking off his jersey and just sitting in the stadium seat next to his mom, it feels a little like freedom .

He doesn’t actually remember if the Dev-if the Bandit’s-won the Homecoming game or not. For the first time ever, he…doesn’t think he cares. Maybe it’s time to stop holding onto the disappointment he always feared his mom might have had. Maybe it’s time for him to start thinking about really trying to move on. He feels great, like a huge weight has been lifted off his chest. He needs to find Maddie right now and thank her.

He ends up saying a bit more than just “thank you,” but hey - she said yes! With a kick in his step - literally - he skips off back towards the benches to finish watching the game with his mom. Hesitantly, he starts to share with her stories of what he’s been up to. He tells his mom about Maddie, says he would’ve liked them to meet, no matter how impossible that is. He tells her to send dad his love, and he hopes she gets home safe. He thanks her for coming again this year.

Wally sighs deeply, and for the first time during a Homecoming game, looks forward to what will come after.

#Wally Clark #School Spirits #School Spirits fic #School Spirits (Paramount+) #Maddie Nears/Wally Clark #KARIN post #my fic #This might be formatted weird because I copied it on my phone so please read it on Ao3 if you can!!

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#Welcome to the low effort memes I put in my group chats #I am that person who throws badly paint.js'd images into chat at every oppertunity #fanfic #This came from another spirited discussion over whether commenting is good even if it's not in-depth or offering critique (IT IS) #I will never understand people who treat interaction with fanfic like a high school book report #I've left comments on peoples fics like 'yo this fic slaaaaped. Love what you're doing with the genre. Keep it up' #The authors didn't seem to mind!

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Mal!wally with an equally obsessed reader? Jade West style? wow, that looks hot.

,CHERRY BOMB’

-EVIL!WALLY CLARK X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; yandere/evil hcs w wally clark, with an equally obsessed jadewest!reader!

⋆ tags/warnings. wally clark x female reader. obsessive behavior. wally being feral! Also, made reader more like Jade! So this includes Jade’s aesthetic and some physical attributes such as peircings, etc.

♫ “Down the streets I'm the girl next door, I'm the fox you've been waiting for.” ♫ Cherry Bomb by The Runaways

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

• Let me just say, wow.

• Anon you are right- because you two are the hottest couple in that goddamn school.

• Wally looks at you with so much adoration. Knowing you belong to him, that he has you. That you’re just as infatuated.

• He is hard

• In all seriousness, he loves you. You reciprocating that is all he’s ever asked for. It’s perfect for him.

• He’s a naturally jealous person, although he will attempt to cover it up. The more you let your jealousy be known though, the more he finds it hard to control his. He becomes comfortable with his outbursts.

• Becomes less nice with you, more rough.

• “Whats the matter? You can take what you dish out, yeah?”

• You love it. And it spurs him on.

• He has a bad habit of picking at your peircings, invading your private space.

• In his eyes, you two are now mutually devoted to one another. There is no such thing as personal space.

• As Rhonda said, he is a golden retriever. His dedication and loyalty has only increased ten-fold now.

• Speaking of Rhonda, he won’t let you anywhere near her. Nuh uh. He hates seeing you two- the matching black outfits. You two look like you belong together, and in his words;

• “It just pisses me off. Don’t talk to her.”

• Aside from this, he is facinated with your aesthetic. He makes you watch the breakfast club in the school library with him at least ten times over, telling you how much you two are just like Allison and Andrew.

• He was a highschool jock. He was used to having the cheerleaders fawn over him. The difference is; he never paid them a passing glance. But you? You are his everything. The light of his life. He practically worships you- loves you like a dog. So when you show your devotion, whether it be a snide comment to someone your jealous of, or a full on makeout session in front of whatever ghost holds his attention (as if he even has an attention span), it makes him weak in the knees.

• I mean this literally. He’s definitely the type to get on his knees for you, reassuring you in MANY talkative whispers that he is only yours.

• “They don’t mean a thing. Not to me. They are nothing. Nothing compares to you, (Y/N). Please, trust me.”

• If you want someone out of his life just say the word- and they are gone. You’ll never see him around them again.

• If another ghost asks either of you out, he makes it a point to show off your relationship blatantly. He is unafraid of PDA. And if they persist? Well, someones getting clocked in the face by a 6’2 athlete. Even if he was the one said ghost was hitting on.

• He’s hopelessly devoted to you.

#x reader #wally clark headcanons #wally clark fic #wally clark #wally clark x reader #school spirits #evil!wallyclark #yandere!wallyclark #mal!wallyclark #milo manheim x reader #milo manheim #yandere #yandere x reader #wally clark x maddie nears

[neil-writes-fics]

My Adoring Phantom - Part 2

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ on repeat: Doomsday - Lizzy McAlpine

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 1,131

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ trigger warnings: dissociation, abuse, sexual assault

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ summary: reader gets triggered, wally comforts them, then wallys dark side comes out a bit

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

January 2nd, 2016

As you woke up, you remembered. You were stuck in your high school. As your memory floods back, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Wally. Which, if you told yourself two days ago that you would be blushing over a dead football player, would sound absolutely insane. Sitting up, you check the time. 9:00 AM. School has been going for a while now.

You sit up, swinging your legs from the couch to the floor. You pull out the change of clothes you always keep in your backpack. Nothing fancy, a light pink Harley Davidson shirt, a gray zip up hoodie, and plaid pajama pants. You quickly change, deciding to leave your shoes off, but socks on. What's the harm? You’d be here for.. A while. May as well get comfortable, right? 

You walk through the halls, peering into some classrooms. Everything seems oddly unchanged. There's a small memorial for you in the drama room, but that's about it. As you finally reach the gym, you have to blink away the tears you feel beginning to form in your eyes. 

Taking a deep breath, you open the doors to the gymnasium. The group is there, sitting in their little circle. There's a chair for you, between Charley and Wally. You walk over to it and sit down, feeling somewhat mortified as to what the morning had held for you so far. You pulled your knees to your chest, letting your face fall into them. You wanted to disappear, but it didn’t seem you could anymore than you already had.

You feel Wally’s hand on your back, and then see his face in your line of sight. Your eyes had betrayed you and tears were steadily flowing out of them. The more you tried to stop, the more you wanted to cry. Before you could process it, Wally had swept you up in his arms and was carrying you out of the gym. 

“What’re you-” You began a sentence.

“I could see you crying. I’m not gonna let you put yourself through sitting there silently crying. I can’t watch that.” He set you down as you were in the hallway now.

‘I have too many times already.’ He thought to himself. You pressed your back against a wall and slowly slid down, crumbling into tears.. 

“What happened?” He sat down next to you, arms propped up on his knees, looking slightly down at you.

“I was walking around and everything was just- Nothing changed after I died, Wally. It’s like I was never even here.” You curled in on yourself as you spoke.

Oh how badly he wished he could tell you how much he loves you, how much he wants to be with you. About how he cared about you, he has since he saw you. He knows everything. But he doesn’t want to scare you. 

“It’s gonna be okay. C’mere.” He opened his arm, allowing you to curl against the side of his body and cry into his letterman jacket. You sobbed for what felt like hours. Eventually you fell asleep on him, probably from exhaustion. 

“Oh, you’re so precious.” He mumbled to you as he slowly and carefully picked you up. He carried you bridal style, and your hand found its way to his jacket. You gripped his jacket and pulled yourself closer to him, still asleep. He ended up having to leave his jacket with you because you wouldn’t let it go. He carried you to the teachers lounge, setting you on the couch. He kissed your forehead and intended to leave after that.

But then you whimpered his name in your sleep. It made his cock twitch more than he would’ve liked to admit. He wanted to touch you, to feel your body. But he had to wait. He had to find the right time. It was too soon. He fought the dark thoughts that he had, the ones of pinning you down and taking what he wanted- no matter what you said. So he turned and walked out of the door. He had more strength than he thought. 

February 3rd, 2016

It was getting closer to Valentine's day. The tension between you and Wally had been growing by the day, and you were almost certain that he was going to ask you to be his Valentine. Though, you weren't really sure if they did that here or not.

“Hey Y/n.” Wally walks up to you, as you sit on the football field picking at grass. 

“Hi Wally.” You looked up at him as he fidgeted with his golden chain. He sat down next to you, extremely close. He looked at you, but something was different in his eyes. 

“Are you okay?” You question, touching his shoulder lightly. He reacts quickly, taking your hand and pinning you to the grass. 

“You’re such a tease.” He growled in your ear. You shuddered at his hot breath against your neck. He moved his hands to where one was pinning your hands to the ground, and the other had your hip pinned. 

“Wally what do you-” He slapped you before you could respond. You felt your legs squeeze as he did this. Your mind raced. 

How did he know you liked this stuff? You haven't mentioned it at all. 

“Shut up, you’ll speak when spoken to.” You nod in agreement, biting your lip. 

“Let me tell you how this is going to work, sweetheart.” You feel his fingers trace along the lines of your pajama pants, slightly dipping below them. 

“You’re stuck here with me,” His hand moves below your pants, beginning to rub against your throbbing cunt. You began to try and fight him, not wanting to be touched like this.

“So I will do as I please with you, and if you don’t submit,” He let out a low chuckle at your struggling against him, and the small whimpers falling from your lips. 

Suddenly, he punched you in the stomach. Your vision blurred with tears, and you stopped squirming. 

“Good girl,” He mumbled, rubbing your stomach where he hit it. 

“See, if you don't struggle, I don't have to hurt you.” He smiled like he said something sweet and romantic.

“It was your fault, I had to hit you, you wouldn’t stop fighting me.” He comforted you as you looked confused and scared. 

He sighed, realizing he needed to dial it back. He could have more fun later. 

“C’mere baby,” He sat the both of you up, allowing you to crawl into his lap. 

“Just my little girl. My dumb, useless baby. Can’t do anything on your own.” You felt yourself relaxing as he manipulated you into a pacified state. You didn’t mind this. Maybe it was your fault he hit you.

#writers #writers of tumblr #fic writing #my writing #writeblr #writing #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #dead dove #dark content #x reader #tw dark content #tw abuse #tw sa #tw assault #abuse tw #wally clark #school spirits #wally clark x reader

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Irondad fic ideas #103

We have seen fics where Tony attends Peter's "Parents' Evening," sometimes surprising Peter, always embarrassing him a little and protecting him a lot

However, consider: students are not always required to join their parents at the first such event of the year, "Back to School Night"

This event is more for parents and guardians to get to the know the school, meet the teachers, and learn the kinds of things their kids will be expected to do in the upcoming year. Many kids send their parents to school with just a bell schedule and opt to stay home

Fic where May can't attend Peter's "Back to School Night." Peter's like, "Eh, whatever. It's not required so who cares."

But, May still kind of wants to know what's what at the school? And she doesn't want Peter's brand new teachers to get the wrong impression, like he doesn't have any adults willing to show up and represent him in the school community. So, she reaches out to a certain billionaire.

Completely unbeknownst to Peter, Tony Stark attends his "Back to School Night."

(He has Peter's bell schedule from FRIDAY. He has paperwork from May saying yes he can be there - very much in the style of Ron Swanson "I have a permit")

Teachers are flabbergasted. Other students' parents are in shock.

But, for the most part, Tony spends the night bemused. He saunters along like any other parent adult, searches around for Peter's various classes, sits in tiny, smelly desks. He collects lots of info for May

Peter learns about none of this until the next day. It turns out, not every student decided to stay home - at least a few got dragged to the school along with their parents.

And they took videos.

Bonus:

Additional Possibilities for Tony's Evening:

He meets Ned's parent(s) because they have so many classes together

Ned's parent(s) may or may not privately share with Tony how great they think he's been for Peter, how they can see the life back in his eyes

He asks the teachers probing questions about the difficulty of the material, accommodations for students, mental health support etc. that have some of the other parents silently cheering

He brags about Peter. A lot.

He may or may not graffiti on Howard Stark's mural face

Someone asks, since Peter's internship is apparently real, if their kid can have an internship too, and Tony responds, "<3 ^_^ no"

An encounter with Flash's father may or may not qualify according to Pepper as a Press Incident That Could Have Been Avoided

Is MJ one of the students accidentally present during this critical moment in Midtown's history? Who can say.

#midtown: why are you here????? #tony: fear not. I have a permit #irondad fic ideas #irondad fic idea #peter parker #tony stark #peter is like out spidermanning. explosions. kicking ass #then cut to tony having a spirited debate with debra about who is allowed on the pta #tony: why must I have contributed to him biologically? #is it not enough that I gave him a million dollar supersuit and my entire heart? #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #irondad fanfiction #may parker #midtown #I make jokes. but #I just love the idea of peter thinking he's excluded from yet another teen ritual and then tony swoops in to give him that experience??? #a sense of normalcy for peter and support for may #all night tony gets to brag about peter. cause mayhem #school is in chaos #mj is thriving

[ccasey0]

OKAY. I did it. @thr-333 i finally did it. i made your lil guy. AND i gave him lore.

but before i show you i want you to see the mass amounts of concept sketches i came up with cuz i couldnt figure this guy out for the life of me.

haha this went in so many different directions. i wanted him to look young, but any time i drew him like that he looked weird. so i tried a teenager. that just looked terrible. eventually i got it right tho :)

oke, lore time! i gave this boi trauma so brace yourselves! also, imma try to make it mostly as a fic cuz i wanna see if i can actually write like that. oh, btw for context go here :)

The altar was beautiful. A tiny hut with no front wall. a large cork board on the back wall with pretty charms hanging from it. and a solid stone table in the center with lavender growing around the edges and corners. it would have been a wonderful sight.....if it wasn't Tommy's final resting place. two large men in black robes and masks covering their faces ushered Tommy forward. His hands were bound, and he was too weak to get away. the men shoved him to his knees, their hands gripping his shoulders hard and mercilessly. the priest stood behind him, speaking out to the crowd. nobody seemed to care that Tommy was just a child who didn't want to be here. he knew he would die one day. but he expected it to be from starvation or some sort of sickness from living on the streets. not like this. not as a sacrifice for some stupid Moon God. The priest finished his speech. shit. Tommy struggled against the ropes. please. i don't want to die. let me go. i know i wasn't good. just please don't kill me. i wont do anything bad again. i promise. please. don't kill me. i don't want to die. tears ran down his face, as he tried to plead with the people all staring at him. words failed him. he couldn't speak. suddenly his whole body went numb with shock as the priest poured a bowl of freezing cold water over his head. the man chanted some words in a strange language as Tommy coughed and tried to reorient himself. he opened his eyes and looked up, trying to see the priests face and plead with him. all he saw was the dagger coming down on his head. the world went silent. time seemed to slow down as the blade reached the space between Tommy's wide, teared up eyes. blood splattered onto the stone floor below them. people cheered, all chanting the same words the priest had spoken. Tommy fell limp. he was dead. his body slumped and flopped onto the ground. the priest picked him up, raising his dead body up for everyone to see. he then laid him down on the altar. saying a prayer and then turning back to the people to preach to them again.

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the two stars frantically tried to tell their story to Casey. two farmer stars. Casey had no idea what either of them were trying to say, as they were both talking over each other. He raised up his hands, gesturing for the two to stop and back up. "okay, okay, slow down. uh, you." he pointed to the one on the right. "what happened?" the star began to recite what she had seen. a boy. dead on an altar built by an obsessive cult village. the small star finished her story and casey folded his arms. "well shit. both of you stay here. tell the others what happened and have Ally and May meet me at the Tree Shrine." There were a few stars that Casey knew the names of. but that's only because they usually followed him around everywhere they could. Casey then looked up at the small owl sitting on his head. he sighed, already dreading the convrsation he and his sister were going to have in the future. "go tell Dellta." the small owl, Abby, nodded slightly and flew away. Casey then held his hand out over the blackness under his feet. he was standing on the barrier between the Night and the Mortal World. a hole formed below him and he fell through, the other side leading to the woods surrounding the Cult Village. he looked around. it was dark out. Casey's time. the Nighttime. perfect. he walked through the forest, moss and mushrooms growing everywhere he stepped. it was cloudy tonight. the moon wasn't out. Casey moved quickly, just a blur through the trees to anyone who might see him. finally, he reached the altar. it was built up on a short cliff, and casey was at the bottom behind it. he jumped up to it, the wind blowing carrying him upward so he could land on top of the structure. he then hopped down to the stone floor below, drifting slowly until his feet reached the cold surface. he turned to see the boy. there he was, laying dead on the glossy stone table. a small incense fire had been lit on his chest and had already begun to burn him. Casey immediately brushed it off of the child, putting out the fire and dusting away the ashes. he stare down and the boy, whose face still had blood stains running down from between his eyes and splatters all over his skin. Casey brushed the hair away from his forehead. he then wiped off some of the blood with his thumb and pressed it to his forehead, painting the mark of the Night. Casey whispered the same words Celestial had spoken when they made Casey and Dellta spirits. the mark glowed and turned from blood to a permanent tattoo on the child. Casey then carefully lifted the boy up in his arms, holding him gently and making his way back to the spirit tree.

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The boy opened his eyes slightly. everything was blurry and way too bright, and he had a horrible ache in his head. his gaze drifted upward as he tried to figure out who was holding him. his vision was still too poor to see them clearly. whoever it was, they seemed gentle. and their hands were very cold. their figure was dark, although their eyes seemed to be glowing yellow. the child tried to speak, but he couldn't even open his mouth. all that came out was a muffled "mmmm....mfff..." The figure slowed down for a second, looking down at him. "ah. you're awake. don't worry, Konton. you're safe now." their voice was tired and draggy, yet somehow warm in a strange way. wait...Konton? is that....my name? Konton. I like it. Chaos in japanese. wait, how do i know that? i don't speak japanese? what is going on?? The boy- Konton squinted his eyes to look at the person holding him. fur, ears, four eyes. what the fuck?? his vision was ever so slowly coming back to him....and his memory. he hadn't even thought of trying to remember what happened until now. it came in flashes. the men. the altar. the water. the knife. He didn't even realize he was crying until the person stopped next to a tree and set him down. the knelt down, reaching forward and brushing a tear off Konton's cheek. "hey. you're okay. no one will hurt you now. but i need you to listen to me for a bit, can you do that?" Konton nodded, bracing himself for whatever this strange person had to say. judging by their face, it was going to be long story.

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To be continued..

Holy shit that took forever. Fics are very time consuming. hope you guys liked it tho! please tell me if ya'll want more of this! i know i should work some more on posting HBT, but the Spirit Au is just so much fun! this kid was originally just a lil guy i made for @thr-333, but i liked him enough to make him canon, just like the stars! also, @allyheart707 @kitmay05 and @icequeenabby have all been included in this as their stars! sorry to the other stars, i just felt like these guys would fit best for the roles i had for them.

also! i was doobling the other day and made this :D

onii mask cuz why not? it's not a canon mask, i was just messing around :) that side profile looks like shit lol. but if you look closely you can see the scar from the incense fire on his chest. Konton doesnt remember the fire since it happened while he was dead. although he remembers everything else about his life except for names. even his. he can remember faces, but no names whatsoever. not even pets.

there is a lot more story to this and i might even continue it if y'all are interested. i also have a funky lil comic cooking in the background that i definitely haven't been procrastinating all weekend haha why would you ever think that :D

#HOLY FUCKING JESUS AT THE RIGHT HAND OF GOD IN HEAVEN ABOVE THIS WAS BOTH SUFFERING AND PURE HAPPINESS #i know this fic was incredibly short but all the art and all the brainstorming and all the worldbuilding leading up to this took AGES #im having so much fun tho #fuck #school starts again tomorrow #i wont have as much time to draw or be on tumblr and magma #:( #imma still draw a ton in class tho and hopefully make some stuff fo the eclipse since it happened literally right over where i live #SO MANY PEOPLE came here to see it #I saw a license plate from FRANCE #cool right? #it looked so different from the ones im used to #lots of people from tennessee as well #anyways have a good night/day #spirit au #my world #Not HBT related #First fic! #oc #:)