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Hurt You, Heal You

summary: prompt fill. your friends have rallied around you to make you feel better after your boyfriend cheated on you. Wally, in particular, is determined to put that pretty smile back on your face... (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: fluff. flashfic. AU - everyone's alive. hurt/comfort lite.

bon reading, frens

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Hurt You, Heal You

You sit at the end of the deck, feet kicking the water, the world around you quiet and still, though you can hear your friends laughing up at the firepit. Up the path and through the trees, Claire's lakehouse lit up at the top of the hill.

It's almost sundown and you needed a moment to yourself. Spent the whole weekend surrounded by the people you cared about most in the world. Who'd essentially kidnapped you at someone's behest because you'd isolated yourself for days after the doubt crept back in.

Two months and things are better—they are—but...in the lonely in-betweens, you forget the rage and indignance. The lies and the deceit and the pleas for forgiveness that kindled that beautiful, empowering anger that got you through most of the aftermath.

Brandon Bowers, your boyfriend of a year, cheated on you with Kirsten Bloom. One of Claire's former entourage, now exiled to cling to the last shreds of her popularity on Brandon's arm.

You were devastated. Not that you'd pictured white picket fences and a wedding dress, but you'd invested time, energy, love. Really made an effort and enjoyed being in a relationship. Found yourself discovering new parts of who you were and reveling in them.

Now, you wonder if you'll ever find that again.

With a sigh, you lay back on your drying towel, eyes watching the stars appear above. It's so clear, unlike your head which is steadily descending into chaos as you imagine Brandon and Kirsten, cuddled up somewhere, all in love and happy.

You hear footsteps on the wood, the cadence telling you exactly who it is without you having to look.

Wally Clark plops down beside you and lays back, joining you in repose. His body so close to yours that you can feel the heat emanating from it. He turns his head and you turn yours, eyes meeting. He gives you a big smile, eyes bright and soulful.

"You doing okay?" He asks.

You return his smile with one of your own, meaning it when you say, "Better."

Before the incident, Wally was a casual friend. Someone who hung out with your group when everyone got together. But after the incident, you aren't sure what changed, but there he was. Every time you were down, he picked you up in every way he could think of.

He rallied where your friends were reluctant to. They knew you liked to handle things alone and respected that. Wally, however, didn't believe that for a second, and maybe he was right, since you don't think you would've made it out the other side without him.

It wasn't gradual. Wally was all in all at once. He showed up at your door when you texted Maddie that you weren't going to make it for Movie Night. Standing at the door with a calculating look on his face as he gave you a once-over.

"Get changed." He said.

And that was it. First was the rage room, and, God, was it cathartic. Then came the escape room (a few of the others joined in). After that, karaoke because, belting it out is good for you, cutie, trust me. Friend date after friend date, Wally anticipating exactly what you needed when you needed it before you even processed what was happening.

The night at the old theater downtown was by far your favorite. The band was terrible. Screechy and out of tune. Lyrics that were supposed to be profound sounded like inexperience and naiveté. Still, you and Wally moshed your bodies aching, laughing the whole time until you nearly peed yourself.

He's a good friend.

Your heart flutters, cheeks pink as you recall the few instances he's looked at you in a way you can't quite decipher, but the feeling those looks stirred inside you was more than platonic.

You didn't mention it then, and you won't mention it now. Too afraid for too many reasons. You don't want to ruin a good thing, you don't want to feel how Brandon made you feel again. Fear and confusion and self-deprecation.

Wally's hand finds yours between your bodies, and he squeezes. Although his face is toward the sky, you know he's paying attention.

"You sure you're okay?"

You take a moment to answer, letting the heat and weight of his hand on yours sink into your skin.

"Yeah." You say, trying to sound nonchalant. Keep it brief so you don't reveal where your mind wandered.

He remains silent for a while. Just lays there with you as the sun sets. And then he's in motion, rolling onto his side, eyes glittering as he grins down at you. Uh-oh. You know that look. That playful gleam.

The next thing you know, he's on his feet, his hands clasped around your wrists to haul you up then haul you over his shoulder. Spins on his heal, you shriek, and he jumps into the water, taking you unceremoniously with him.

When you break the surface, you're spluttering, pulling your hair back out of your face, spitting water and glaring at him as soon as he comes up with that stupid, crooked grin that makes your blood tingle.

"What the hell!?" You demand, splashing him in the face, "I just got dry!"

Wally cackles, splashing you right back, "You were getting in your head again, angelface, I had to!"

Oh, no, he absolutely did. not. have to.

You splash him again. He launches toward you as fast as the water will let him and then pseudo-tackles you back, submerges you both gleefully before releasing you so you can suck in a harsh breath.

"You're the worst!" You say, but even you can hear the laughter in your voice. Giddy. Happy. Wally's bright mood is contagious.

As he treads water, you see that look fall over his face. The soft one that makes your brain fuzzy and your stomach twist. He ruins the moment by spitting a fountain of water at you and backstroking out of your reach when you try to lunge in retaliation.

He's never said I told you so, despite being the only person you know who could. He warned you about Brandon, how Wally didn't like the guy, thought he was bad news. No one else picked up on it, so you ignored him and Wally never brought it up again.

You've been waiting for Wally to boast since he started spending his free time putting a smile on your face. Now, you realize he isn't the type. He'll never say those words, never make you feel like an idiot for trusting someone who Wally read like 3rd Grade English while you chose to be illiterate.

You've never appreciated anything more.

Wally sloshes the water around, tipping onto his back to float while he gazes at the sky. You join him, drifting close by in the water, allowing the moment to settle between you and him.

"How're you feeling now?" He asks eventually, voice as soft as the ripples. "And be honest. I know when you're lying."

He really does. It's kind of scary how, in such a short time, Wally knows you better than Nicole or Maddie or Simon.

This time, you really think about it. Take stock, measure and analyze and process. Finally, "I feel really good." The water slips as you turn your head to look at him, "Thanks to you."

It's so quiet, you aren't sure he hears you, but he does. You can tell by his smile. The gentle, pleased-with-himself one he wears when you've said he's done a good job.

Unfortunately, the moment ends with a shriek, this time in horror, not delight, because, ah, holy fuck, ew, oh God, you felt something bump against your leg in the water.

You're a flurry of motion and noise before you feel Wally's hands on your body, hear his laughter in your ear, loud and carefree.

"It was seaweed," He snorts, lifting up the clump that drifted into you for you to see.

Embarrassed, "I knew that."

"Sure you did," He tosses it further into the water.

Your lips twist in displeasure. Either way, "I'm gonna get out now."

"Just in case the Loch Ness Monster tries to eat you?" Wally grins.

"And here I was starting to like you," You glare. It lacks heat, a smile already curling the corners of your mouth at his teasing. "Now you're being mean."

Wally doesn't go still, can't unless he wants to sink below the surface, but he's so close you can sense how he tenses.

"Yeah?" He says in a breath. His leg brushes yours under the water when he wades closer. "You're starting to like me?"

There's something in the question—in his tone—that ignites a spark of heat in your belly. And now he's as close as he can get without absorbing you, your legs forced to spread to make room for his impossibly long ones. Only a narrow fraction between your chest and his. His face right there, lips still holding that dumb, gorgeous smile.

He says it like a secret, nearly lost under the chirp of crickets and distant laughter from the lakehouse.

"I'm starting to like you, too." Wally confesses and lets it sit in the air between you, waiting with baited breath for you to respond.

Your brain halts, eyes widening slightly. This isn't his usual playful teasing. The unsubtle flirting he lays on thick to make it a joke. This is real. Sincere. Vulnerable.

"Wally..." You begin, have no idea where to go from there so you trail off and leave it at that.

He doesn't seem to mind, can probably read it all over your face, as dark as the world is now. You feel one of his arms hook around your waist and draw you into his body, his lap.

Wally's eyes dip to your lips, then return to hold your gaze. He doesn't speak, just holds you, stares at you as if taking in a work of art. You swallow, shivering at the intensity in his eyes. The air thickens around you and him, syrupy and warm, and, wow, you never felt this with Brandon. This innocent, sweet desire for something to happen.

"I—" Wally stops, starts again, clearly nervous yet determined to tell you, "I do like you...a lot."

As if you couldn't figure that out from the way he holds you now. Actually, you probably wouldn't have. Would've chalked it up to Wally being casually affectionate and touchy like he is with everyone.

No, this is different, and you know it.

A single, short moment of silence as you try to find your words, only for you to blurt, "Me too."

Jesus, the smile he gives you rivals the sun.

You find yourself melting into him as you and he bob in the water, shallow enough that you can feel him steady his feet on the bottom of the lake as he keeps you in his lap. Buoyant. Light as a feather, yet feeling the weight of everything pushing you into him.

He doesn't waste a second. Takes it slow, sure, but makes sure you know exactly what he means by likes you. One of his hands grips your hip to keep you steady, the other trails gentle fingers down the slope of your jaw.

Wally leans in by degrees, giving you a chance to change your mind, no doubt. You have no intention of doing that.

And then, barely a touch, his lips brush yours. You gasp at the sensation, lips already tingling, and it prompts him to release a sigh. He lets out, lingers, then moves back in with more purpose.

A flick of his tongue, "Baby," and he kisses you harder, his grip on your hip sliding down to your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist.

Nothing else exists. Not the lake, not your friends. Not the memory of Brandon and Kirsten tangled together in Brandon's bed. Nothing apart from Wally and you and this kiss.

When it breaks, you're breathing heavy, somehow pressed even closer to him. Wally openly admires you, his hand on your neck so damn worshipful, his thumb stroking your cheek before pressing into the corner of your mouth.

"I wanna do that again," You murmur without thinking.

He chuckles, raspy and rich, "Me too."

So he does. And again. And again, until someone—Nicole—calls from the top of the path that burgers are ready! and you and he have to get out of the water to rejoin the gathering.

You sit beside him, curled up in your Adirondack chair, feet on his lap. No one mentions the new exchange of intimacy between you and him, and you realize belatedly, scanning your friends' expressions over the course of the night, that they knew.

Wally doesn't deny it when you stage whisper the question. Instead, he takes advantage of the fact that you figured it out to manhandle you from your chair into his lap, where he keeps you for the rest of the night.

And, just like every time before, you didn't realize what you needed until Wally gave it to you. Somewhere safe. Somewhere secure.

Now, you don't have to wonder if you'll ever find the type of love you wanted again, because it found you.

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fluff. between 1982 and 1983, Wally meets and falls completely head over heels for a girl who changes everything. his biggest fan, his greatest love. you.

Music To My Ears

18+ MDNI NSFW WARNING

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

Pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then Silence. Comfortable, warm silence.

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

“Wally?” she whispered.

“Yes baby”

“I love you”

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

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

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

What’s your favorite time of day?

Oh you know the time where I get to read about fictional characters being in love with me

We can all agree that the pool scene was EVERYTHING

Me every time I look at how gorgeous this man is. Leaves me BAFFLED

THAT LOOK THE SMILE I WOULD MELT

Man’s aura is off the charts

Why am I jealous of a pizza slice

Also it kinda looks like he’s eating 🐱

👁️👅👁️

I just wanna lick it 🤭🤤

I'D DEFINITELY MAKE HIM FOLLOW THE COWBOY HAT RULE.

You Belong with Me

Wally Clark x fem reader slow burn story

Part 26:

Summary:

It was the next morning you have woken up in Wally’s arms again, something you still feel giddy about. You carefully try to remove his arm that is clung to your body, which doesn’t work as he wakes up imminently. “No babe five more minutes, please” he begs as he wraps his arms around you placing a firmer grip around you. “We can’t Walls, we have to go set up the gym for the chat, you know the one we set up. We can’t be late again otherwise they will come looking for us and they will see your butt again.” You say loosening his arms around your body. “Ok fine, but when it’s over we are doing this again.” He pleaded as he got of the bed. You and him quickly change and head to the gym. 

You walk in and are greeted with everyone already waiting and Mr Martin and Janet arguing. “Finally, you guys are here, they have been arguing like that for ten minutes.” Tommy said as you and Wally take your seats in the familiar circle of past group sessions. “I don’t think they have even acknowledged us being here yet.” Rhonda groaned as she takes out a lollipop from her pocket and placing it in her mouth. “Should we say something?” Charley wonders. “Yeah, I will.” You whisper. Standing up from your seat you shout, “Hey are you going to talk to us or should we leave you two alone to continue to bicker like an old couple.” 

Everyone is silent, you were not usually the type to snap like that at anyone, what can you say you have changed in death no longer the quiet, shy girl who only had one friend. You eye them both and wait for them to join the circle before you sit back down. Wally moves his seat closer to you and whispers “Ok babe that was hot, seeing you take control like that.” You giggle and before you can whisper anything back Mr Martin starts talking.

“All I ever wanted was to help you all by crossing over. I worked on every theory anything to explain why we were trapped here I-“ “ So your way of helping us was to trap us in our own personal hell?” Rhonda interrupts. “When Janet came to me with a theory that ‘energy is trauma’ and how we enter our scars would break the barrier for us to be free. Yes, I did want you guys to do that, and I didn’t know how long it would take. But Janet refused. She went in herself and over time when I saw that the janitor had noticed me, I knew it was working. But Janet was becoming more reluctant to enter the scar.” He admits. “Gee I wonder why she became so reluctant.” Charley snapped at him. “You kept pushing her in when she was scared and traumatized. She literary had to take over another body to get away from your torture. You should have stopped when you saw she was getting reluctant to enter. But you didn’t you pushed, and you pushed her, so much for caring for us.” You snarled with anger flooding your body. “And you kept things from us, our things for decades without us knowing.” Rhonda added. 

“I’m sorry. If we just try, we could-“ “Enough of your excuses, you tormented me for far too long and I will not let you do that to them.” Janet snapped interrupting him. “I will never forgive you for what you did as I’m sure everyone else here is the same. We may all be trapped in this school but that doesn’t mean we have to tolerate you.” She grumbled marching out of the gym. You can see the tears well in his eyes not daring to fall. “Excuse me.” He says standing up and leaving the gym. 

“I can’t believe he tortured her for so long and we never knew.” You sigh. “That is so fucked up.” Rhonda snarled taking a lollipop from her pocket and placing it in her mouth. Silence falls between them not knowing how to process what was just revealed. Breaking the silence Tommy asks, “Do you think Maddie can still see us when she comes back?” “I hope so. It felt good to have some sort of connection to the living, I know I appreciated her help with Lily.” You utter as Wally places his hand on your thigh and gently strokes him thumb up and down. “I miss her, more than I thought I would.” Charley shares with tears welling up in his eyes. Suddenly the lights in the gym begin to flicker and shine brighter followed by a loud bang that shook everyone. “What the hell was that?” Wally asks as you all shoot up quickly from your chairs and run out the gym. “You don’t think one of them – Janet or Mr Martin- crossed over?” Quinn exclaimed. “I don’t know how; Mr Martin needs us especially Janet to forgive him-“ “And Janet? What if she did?” Tommy interrupts. “We have to find them. Wally, Tommy and I will try to find Janet, you guys find Mr Martin.” You shouted. Heading in opposite directions, You, Wally, and Tommy head to the library remembering Janet had her own spot in the corner to read science books. Just as you are about to open the doors, Janet bursts through the doors, “You guys felt that too, right?” she uttered. “Yeah, the last time the lights flickered was when Dawn crossed over, but we don’t know about the big noise that happened after.” Wally replies. In your peripheral vison, you look out the window where the marching band are normally looping. “Guys where’s the marching band?” you slurred. The others approach the window with you. In the far distance up the road, you can see the whole marching band walk the street. “What the fuck.” Tommy shouted. You all run outside to the parking lot with Rhonda, Charley, Yuri, and Quinn catching up. “Did you see-“ “Yeah we can see it” Charley adds in a puff. You all cautionary walk in the parking lot, towards the road and off school property waiting to be flung back to the place you died, like you’d would when crossing the barrier but that didn’t happen. All of your feet were planted on the road. “I think that big bang was the barrier somehow breaking down, we’re free.” You utter. Everyone screams and starts jumping up and down. You run into Wally’s arms as he swings you around. “We’re free, we’re actually free from this place.” Wally yells as you wrap your legs around his back and hold onto his neck. “We’re free baby.” You express planting a kiss on his lips. 

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You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader slow burn story

Part 25:

A/N: this part and onward occurs after Maddie returns to her body and since there is no season 3 yet, this will be made up by me. This part will contain smut which I will once again indicate with this emoji 🔥

Summary: It’s been three days since Maddie left and Janet and Mr Martin returned. Needing space, you and Wally decide to go on an official date. 

Three days later…

It’s been three days since Maddie got her body back officially losing contact with the living world once again. Janet and Mr Martin had also came back as themselves. He dragged Janet back into the scar again, but he didn’t know that we all figured out in one way they were all connected, and we found our way to her. She was furious, you had never seen her so angry in all the decades you knew each other. 

Since Maddie left things have been quiet, no interactions with Mr Martin or Janet yet, and we all decided that we needed space to process everything than eventually talk it out. Wally did laps around the field he said it helped to clear his mind. You found yourself in the library nose buried in a book- something you haven’t done in a very long time- that you didn’t even realise Wally was sitting right across from you. 

“Haven’t seen that in a while.” he gushed. “Shit babe you scared me.” You gasped dropping the book on the table in front. “Sorry, it’s just I’m happy you’re reading again.” He said as he made his way over to your side of the table, pulling the chair next to yours and planting a kiss on your head. “Yeah, it’s helping like the way running is helping you.” you mussed turning your body around to face Wally. “How long do you think everyone is going to ice Janet and Mr Martin out? It’s been three days since it happened?” you pondered. “No idea. We did all agree we needed space and we would agree to come together, but I don’t know babe. Maybe we should arrange a chat or something in the gym?” he asked.

“That’s a good idea, we can do it tomorrow give everyone time to think of questions to ask them. We could go tell them all now.” You replied taking Wally’s hand in yours. “And after that, I want us to go on an official date, just you and I no distractions.” You added giving his hand a squeeze. “That sounds great baby.” He says planting a kiss on your lips. You and Wally spent an hour tracking down the others to fill them in on your plan, to which they agreed to leaving the rest of the day to just you and Wally. 

“So Darling, what are we doing first on our date?” Wally questioned as he opened the door to the teachers’ lounge for you. “Such a gentleman.” You sassed as you dramatically fan yourself. “I always aim to please, babe.” he says as he grabs your hand and interlace your fingers and leads you over to the couches. “I was thinking we could find something in the cafeteria, and we could make a picnic under the stars.” You say. “That sounds amazing Y/N. And then maybe we could-“ “Yeah maybe” you say interrupting him. 

You and Wally head to the cafeteria and put together a picnic of what you could find around luckily the lunch ladies just stocked the kitchen so there were endless things to pick from. You made a makeshift picnic basket from an old box you had found. Then grabbing some drinks from the vending machines before heading outside to set up on one of the tables. The sun had just set, and the stars were beginning to brighten up the sky. You finished setting up before taking a seat next to Wally. 

“This is perfect babe, just wanted we needed after everything that happened.” Wally gushed as he took in the spread that you set up. “Only the best for you, my love.” You say leaning into a kiss. You and Wally dig into the picnic and talk about everything. Maddie leaving, Janet and Mr Martins lies, how much you missed Dawn since she crossed over. “I hope wherever she is, she’s happy.” You say tilting your head up to the sky and you feel Wally put his arm around your shoulder pulling you into a side hug. “I hope so too, Darling.” He whispered. “Have you thought of crossing over, like she did?” you ask breaking a part the hug and moving your body on the side. “I haven’t really thought about it, but when I do, I don’t want to cross over without you beside me. We spent so long hiding our feelings, I can’t leave without you.” he expressed taking both of your hands in his. “Me too, Walls. Whatever happens from now on, we will do it together.” You professed leaning into kiss him once more. “Now come on, there’s another part of this date we got to get too, and I want to have some privacy.” You whisper in his ear as you nibble on his earlobe sending goosebumps all over his body. 

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You and Wally quickly pack up the picnic and head to a storage room that before you set up a makeshift bed -You found a blow-up mattress, pillows, an old palette and some candles in the theatre storage from the school’s next play You and Wally waste no time as soon as you enter the room as soon as Wally locks the door, he’s already stripping your clothes as well as his and you both make your way over to the bed. 

He lays you down on the bed and he climbs on top of you slowly, taking his sweet time looking over your naked body. “Like what you see?” you ask teasing him. “Fuck baby, you have no idea how much.” He replies as he takes your breast in his mouth and starts sucking on your nipple. You moan as he swirls his tongue around your nipple slow and sensual. You can feel his cock already hard between your legs and you can feel you are already wet. He brings himself up to your lips and slowly grinds his hips with yours, teasing you with his cock on your weeping pussy. “Wally” you moan, eager to feel him inside of you. You can feel him laugh on your lips as he teases you. 

You can’t take it anymore, so you take matters in your own hands. You flip him over, so he is on his back, and you are on top. His hands grip your hips as you adjust yourself on top of his hard cock and thrust up and down. He groans as you continue to thrust on his fat cock. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” He groans. Two, three, four more deep thrusts and you can feel your body getting closer. “I’m so... close” you moan. One more deep thrust and you are cumming all over his cock. Within seconds Wally cums too, leaking everything inside of you so much you can feel it run down your legs on to the bed. You lay on top of him, taking his cock out and sink into a passionate kiss. “Fuck Darling” he moans breaking apart your kiss as he comes down from his high. You lay beside him in his arms as you and he wait for your bodies to reset. “I love you, Wally.” You whisper in his ear. “I love you too baby. I thank God every day that he brought you into my life. You are my everything.” He professed giving you a kiss once more. “You’re my everything to Walls.” You say kissing him on the cheek, once again falling asleep in his arms. 

Part 24 Part 26

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Wally so would have loved High school musical. Ngl I see him as a swiftie

rip charley you would’ve loved chappell roan

rip wally you would’ve loved high school musical

rip yuri you would’ve loved dead poets society

rip janet you would’ve loved ethel cain

rip rhonda you would’ve loved grease: rise of the pink ladies

rip quinn you would’ve loved rebel robin

Wally Clark Story Recommendations

I wanted to compile a list of all of my favourite Wally Clark stories that I have read so far and share some love around. These stories are incredible and so well written. I highly recommend checking out all of these incredible writers but here's just a few of my favourites!

Stories by @whoopsyeahokay

October Sun series

October Moon series part 2 of October Moon

Hot for You

Wreak it like a Rumor

Anxiety

Anxiety 2

Anxiety Reversed

Punctuation

Best Friends Club

Marshmallow Miles

Tongue Twister

Hurt you, heal you

Control Freak

Crush

Literary any other story of theirs!

Stories @atlas-of-a-human-soul

What Remains of Us series

The final Goodbye (you need tissues for this one)

Stories by @spiceforyou

Skirts and Skins

Good Girl

Crybaby

Homecoming? Guess not

Homecoming? Guess not Pt 2

Lucky Charm

Wally's dirty little slut

Down by the lake

Literary any of their other stories are amazing!

Stories by @patrickispinky

Period Sex

Getting his ass ate

Sex, drugs etc

Stories by @rosietoesy

Fever pitch

There's no dying in baseball

Here comes the rain again

Just wanna hear you scream

Thong Song

Stories by @houseofbabygirl

We Hug Now (you need tissues for this one)

Mystery of Love (part 2 of we hug now, again you need tissues)

Series by @imagine-you

If I open the door to heaven or hell

Stories by @isuckatwritingsobenice

Split Rivers Sweetheart (series)

I'm not used to someone giving a damn

A game of pride

Jealousy looks good on you

Stay

Stories by @wallysgymshorts

Music to my ears

Stories by @moonmunson

Hello my old heart

Just breathe

Pas de deux

Don't go breaking my heart.

Part 1: Don't stop (thinking about tomorrow)

Part 2: Don't you want me

Part 3: Don't worry baby

Stories by @take-it-on-the-run

The End

No safety or surprise

Stories by @wallysgirl57

For the longest time

Skirts and Skins

Summary: Wally begs to eat you out.

Author's Note: This might be trash. It's sat ion my drafts for weeks.

You were a glowing light in the dingey after life of Split River high. You died and somehow became the glue that held the ghosts together after Mr. Martin crossed over. It was just a few weeks after him crossing when you showed up. You were a bit disheveled after dying as any normal person would be but you were still so soft and unmarred by death. You had died in a fairly grim way. You had been helping hang a banner for a school dance extremely high up and had taken a nose dive into the gym floor after losing your balance.

Wally had been in the gym shooting some hoops and watching the livings as he did frequently when you had taken your tumble. He had ran to catch you if only he was alive you wouldn't have fell through his arms into the floor at his feet. You had woken up in the teacher's lounge after Wally had carried you away from the horrific scene. He didn't want you to see yourself like that after what he had seen in his own death.

It had been a few months since your death and you had all of the ghost enamored with your sweet but sassy attitude. Wally couldn't help that his cock twitched every time you sassed him or got grumpy with him. You were just so fucking cute. He had to mentally scold himself when his eyes would glue themselves to your thighs. His mind wandering to how good they would look around his ears or around his hips, how sweet you'd taste and how bossy you'd be. He'd give just about anything to be on his knees before you.

You had noticed Wally's need to please you. He hardly let you lift a finger. You could see how pleased he was after receiving your praise for helping out. You'd never had someone want to do things for you but you were enjoying it. It had you curious where the line was drawn with him. How far would he go to please you.

You had asked for something small like to tie your shoe. He immediately knelt down and placed your sneaker on his thigh. You had grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself. He was so warm under your fingers as you trailed your hand up to his dark hair playing with it gently. Wally felt chills run through his body at your touch. He couldn't help but lean into your hand as he tied your shoe carefully. Once he finished he carefully set your foot back onto the ground before glancing up at you. You were smiling down at him and playing with his hair as you said "Such a good boy for me." Wally's jaw dropped open and his cock hardened at the praise.

You watched his gaze turn desperate as he gently grabbed your calves to steady himself. "Let me take care of you. Please." He begged as his hands drifted to your knees. You smiled down at him "Gonna beg for it, Baby?" you teased him. His eyes closed savoring the pet name before opening again and giving you his best puppy dog eyes as he said "Please let me make you cum. I need it Princess. Can't think of anything but your sweet pussy. Driving me fucking crazy." You smirked down at him before shaking your head at his attempt. "Wally you've gotta try harder than that. Make it special or I am going to keep telling you no, Baby." You say as you run your hands through his hair again giving it a gentle tug before leaving him there on his knees.

You wanted to say yes more than anything but the satisfaction it brought you to have a handsome ghost on his knees for you was too tempting. Wally watched you walk away and his mind immediately thought about how he could make this special. You were special, he needed you to know that. He also had to know how you would feel under him. His palms itched to get your thighs back in them.

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Wally remained by your side but hadn't asked you again. You had however caught his gaze on you many times. He would disappear for a couple hours at a time and you couldn't believe how much you missed him in those hours but you never mentioned it to him. You would gravitate closer to him once he returned but he never noticed. He still took care of your every whim and would triple check you didn't need anything before he left. It warmed your heart and your center that he wanted to take such care of you.

He came back from his daily disappearance with a huge grin on his face. He walked right up to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you as he walked down the hall. You giggled as you stumbled behind him. He glanced back at you a few times his grin getting wider as he lead you to the fallout shelter. He turned to you right outside the entrance turning and saying "Close your eyes please." You raised your eyebrows at him. He walked behind you and covered your eyes with his big hands before guiding you through the door.

He uncovered your eyes and the fallout shelter had string lights circling the room, a blanket laid out on the floor, and a cute picnic basket in the center. You smiled back at Wally as he ushered you towards the blanket. He sat in one corner leaned back with his ankles crossed and you had lowered yourself across from him. "What's in the basket Wally?" You smiled over at him curiously. He smirked at you before sitting up "Open and find out for yourself, Princess." You opened the lid of the basket to find all of your favorite afterlife snacks and drinks with a tulip resting on the top of the food.

You picked up the tulip gently, spinning it in your fingers slowly as a big smile graced your lips. Wally melted as he watched your expression turn giddy as you pulled out snack after snack. You smiled at him through your lashes before saying "Wally this is really sweet. Is this all just to get in my pants?" He smirks at you "Not just to get in your pants. However it is definitely a perk." He teases.

You giggle and begin snacking away as he talks to you about anything and everything. After the both of you get your fill of snacks you begin repacking the basket for later. Wally inches closer to you, eyes glued to yours. "I want you in every since of the word, Princess." He says as his hand grazes your shin. He looks up at you for approval awaiting your response. You smile at him and push his shoulders so he is in a sitting position.

You crawl over to him straddling his hips as he looks up at you in a state of shock and awe. You giggle at him before leaning down and pressing your lips to his warm ones. As soon as your lips touch his hands are on you. They skim from your hips up your sides and back down before resting on your upper thighs. You don't pull away until your lungs begin to burn for air. He chases you with his lips not wanting the kiss to break. You giggle leaning your head against his. You feel his strong hands squeeze your thighs gently before he asks "What are you laughing about?" You giggle even harder as you hear his heavy breathing.

He grunts at you squeezing your thighs tighter before leaning back and giving you a goofy grin. You let your hands run up his neck into his thick hair. He lets out a deep groan that makes you squirm as you lightly scratch his scalp. You grind down into him attaching your lips onto his neck. He tilts his head allowing you more access to his neck as he grabs your hips pulling you into him. You can feel his hard length under you as you push further down on him.

He bucks his hip up into you before he tightens his grip holding you still. "Princess. I need to taste you please. Need it so bad." He begs as you continue your abuse of his neck. You lean back admiring the marks darkening on his neck before he lifts you off his lap and gently rests you on the blanket in front of him. "Just lay back Baby and let me take care of you." He says as his hands glide from your ankle to the bottom of your skirt, bunching it up around your waist.

He admires the wet patch on your pink cotton panties. He takes his letterman off bunching it up before resting it under your head as a pillow. "You comfortable Princess?" he asked as he started to slot himself between your legs. You nodded yes up at him before settling further into the blanket. "Fuck you are so perfect Baby." He groaned as he spread your legs farther apart. Your cheeks heated at the compliment as he gently ran the tip of his finger down your clothed slit. He leaned forward placing a kiss on your mound before dipping his fingers into your waistband and slowly tugging your panties off.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you glistening in front of him. He used his thumbs to spread you open, you squirmed slightly at the feeling of his hot breath on your bare pussy. His smirk widened as he looked up at you saying "Prettiest pussy i've ever seen. Even better than I imagined." You wet your lips with your tongue as he returned his attention to your center. He flicked his tongue along your clit dragging it down to circle your entrance before taking your clit into his mouth. He hummed at the taste of you causing a gasp to tear from your lips at the sensation.

You swear you could feel his smirk widen on you. He replaced his mouth with his pointer and middle finger rubbing in slow circles as he prodded your center teasingly with his tongue. He sped his fingers up and began thrusting his tongue into your center. A mewl escaped your parted lips as your fingers sank into Wally's hair pulling him impossibly closer to your center. He continued fucking you with his tongue until you got all cute and whiny. Once you were wet enough for him he attached his mouth to your clit and sunk his middle finger into you. You let a hiss out as his cold ring brushed against your center.

Wally couldn't help but to grind his hard cock against the blanket for some type of attention, his cock painfully hard from watching you writhe against his mouth. He adds another finger watching as your wetness pulls him in. You whine out as he curls them into your gummy spot. You swear you see stars as he continues to punish that spot with his fingers. "Gonna cum for me Princess?" He asks so muffled against your clit you almost don't know what he's saying.

He rolls your throbbing clit between his teeth gently while massaging that spot sending you over the edge with a cry. Your whole body tenses, back arching, fingers digging into the blanket, as Wally looks at you like your the prettiest thing he's ever seen spasming around his fingers. He gently removes his fingers bring them to his mouth with a groan. He licks them clean while you stare up at him blurry eyed and red cheeked with a dazed smile on your face. Once he finishes cleaning his fingers he climbs back up your body gently resting his hips against yours. "You okay Baby" he asks while gently grabbing your face so you focus on him.

You smile up at him "Yea Walls I'm good, really good. Want your cock now." Your hands begin to push down his sweats. His large hands grasp your gently as he looks up at you saying "We don't have to if you don't want to." You smile up at his sweetly before you pull your hands from him dipping them into his underwear and grasping his length in your hand gently. His forehead hits your shoulder as he grunts at the feeling of your cost hand wrapped around him. You begin to glide your hand up and down smearing his precum down his length. His hips buck into your hand before he pulls away from you making you release him. "Princess as much as I enjoy this if you keep touching me like that I am gonna cum in my pants and that would really really bruise my ego." he says with a pant while he kicks his pants and boxers off.

You smirk up at him before you maneuver your leg around him flipping onto your knees. Your chest rests against the blanket with your ass in the air. "Holy fuck." Wally grunts out at the sight of you, his hands reach forward squishing your ass cheeks in his hands before spreading you open. He spreads your legs farther apart before he drags his heavy cock through your folds and slapping the head against your throbbing clit. You whine out pushing your hips back against him causing his head to slip into your dripping center. You both moan out at the same time spurring him to sink farther into you.

He bottoms out resting there to allow you to adjust to his thickness. He is trying to do math to stop himself from pounding into you when you squeeze him so tight it sends him into a frenzy. His hips pull all the way out before slamming back into you all the way ripping a scream from your lips. He leans forward grabbing your hair into a ponytail and pulling you flush against his chest causing you to sink completely on him. He reaches around grabbing your jaw tight but not enough to hurt and pulling you to look at him over your shoulder. He makes sure you are looking at him before saying "Tell me this is what you want. Tell me right now if you need me to be gentle otherwise I am going to ruin you." You clench around his cock at the thought before saying "Ruin me please." while looking up at him batting your pretty eyes and fuck he's gone.

He kisses you roughly before he pushes your face into his jacket and ramming into you. Your moans are ruffled by his jacket as he pulls you back onto his cock by your ponytail. The sensation of him pulling your hair and bruising your insides have you teetering over the edge. Wally feels you tighten around him and speeds up his thrust getting the both of you to the edge. You moan out each others names as you cum together. You whine at the sensation of his warmth filling you.

He gently lets go of your ponytail and pulls out of you with a grunt of protest. He pulls his shirt off before gently flipping you onto your back and cleaning you up with the gentlest touches. You lay there watching his attentive nature as he pulls out another blanket unfurling it before covering you up and then attending to himself. He grabs your favorite candy and a water from the basket before he asks you to sit up. He gets behind you so that your head is against his chest and hands you the opened water and candy before tugging the tie out of your hair and gently massaging your head. You whimper out at the sensation feeding candies to the both of you. "Did so good for me Baby. You feeling okay? Anything you need?" he says quietly while playing with your hair.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE RUIN MY LIFE

Forgive me lord for I am thinking dirty thoughts 🤭

October Moon

summary: the day after Dawn's ascension, things had picked up speed. research had uncovered more of the school's secrets. meanwhile, Maddie's memories had been triggered, and Simon had made a connection that'd dragged your family further into the mystery.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smutty smut smut. mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER MOON pt.11

Monitors beeped—long intervals, pitched notes—and, below that, your great-aunt's rattled breathing. Everything stank of disinfectant.

Visiting Ginny in the hospital never got easier.

"She was such a quiet girl, you know..." Nanna said softly, holding Ginny's hand as she spoke. Her eyes were distant as she fell into the past, reliving memories of their childhood.

Ginny was much older than Nanna. Nanna had been a surprise after their mother, your great-grandmother, had been told she wouldn't have been able to create—never mind carry—another baby. Ginny adored Nanna. Had adored her the moment Nanna came into the world.

After a fire had killed their parents, Ginny took on multiple roles (sister, mother, guardian, friend) and did her best to raise Nanna. Though she'd still been young herself, it hadn't stopped her from doing what needed to be done. There'd been some relative outside of Split River who could've taken Nanna, but Ginny had insisted they not be separated.

Ginny and Nanna had been two peas in a pod since. Where one went, the other followed.

"What changed?" You finally asked, gazing at Ginny as she slept, oxygen tube down her throat. That was the worst you'd ever seen her.

Your eyes pricked and your stomach clenched, and you so badly yearned for her to wake up. To hug you, pet your hair, and tell you that you were being ridiculous to worry over her.

Nanna chuckled, her thumb stroking the back of Ginny's hand, "The reason her lungs are so weak." She said, quiet, tired, "The fire."

"The fire made her more—" Blunt, dramatic, stubborn, batshit insane with a warm heart and a warmer smile. You settled for, "Loud?"

"It scared her. You come face to face with death like that, sweetpea, and it changes you. Either for good or for bad." Nanna cast you an amused smile, "I like to believe that's why you and Aiden were so mischievous. Obnoxious little munchkins, the both of you."

"What do you mean?" You asked around the lump in your throat, pictured Aiden at that farmhouse as he clutched Limon and asked strangers to play.

Nanna gave you a surprised look, one that indicated you should've known what she meant.

She told you anyway, "Aurora was an easy birth. Out in minutes. Squalling like a banshee." She chuckled, shaking her head with a fond smile. "But you...you were impatient. Wanted to be in the world as soon as possible." She paused, patted your knee, "You came early. Such a wee thing." Nanna's smile fell, "You weren't breathing. But," Her smile returned, "They saved you. You recovered quickly and I have a feeling my wily sister had something to do with it..." Nanna cast Ginny's unconscious form a playful look of bemusement, "You didn't have to suffer years of treatments like most unlucky infants."

Amelia's words rung in your head like the knell of a church bell: Death ushered them into the world and left a piece of himself within them.

So...you'd been delivered with Death at your heels. Amelia had mentioned that that was how you could interact with the metaphysical world and those who inhabited it. Holy shit.

"And Aiden?"

Nanna sighed, "Poor little bug." She made the sign of the cross, something she only ever did when Aiden was mentioned. "I always wondered if he knew..." She shook her head as if to dispel the very thought and diverted, "He was blue as a violet. The cord had...had wrapped itself around his neck. He was dead for almost a minute before they revived him..." Nanna's eyes glistened. She gazed over her sister again, lips pinched in despair.

Death had had its arms open for Aiden since the day he was born, you mourned. You weren't surprised that Nanna thought it possible that Aiden knew, somehow, someway, that he hadn't been destined for a long life. If anyone in the house would've known, it would've been her. She'd examined his palms the same as she'd done everyone else's...

"Did you know?" You had to ask, uncomfortable that you hadn't remembered until now exactly what your grandmother's connectedness was capable of. "That he wouldn't live long?"

Her face was grim as the reaper, eyes haunted, "I hoped against it. Reading the Awen isn't precise, sweetpea. And I prayed, in that instance, I was wrong."

But she hadn't been.

You almost wanted to confess to her about Aiden and the farmhouse and the other ghosts. You didn't, of course, but you suddenly realized how ill-equipped you were to face everything alone. The responsibility of stopping Amelia, retrieving Maddie's body, and freeing the ghosts. Freeing Wally. It was a vise that strangled your heart without remorse.

Nanna brought the conversation back to Ginny, faraway eyes and compassionate smile, "That fire might've weakened her body, but it strengthened her spirit." She ended wistfully, "Few realize that Death is also capable of giving gifts. It can be kind as it can be cruel."

Minutes later, Nanna excused herself to fetch a cup of hot water to steep the dry ingredients Aurora had delivered from the flower shop. She left with a kiss on your head and a squeeze of your shoulder. You took her place in the chair beside Ginny. Held Ginny's hand in yours, and tried to tamp down the slurry of emotions that rose within you.

After a long moment of silence, you choked, "Everything's fucked up." A plea to someone who couldn't hear you.

She couldn't Travel, you imagined because her body and mind were too weak, but you desperately needed her right now. Or you needed to finally unload the burden of truth on someone you could trust because it had become too much.

"There weren't any stupid storms or squalls or whatever you and mom said there would be. But it feels worse. Like everything is out of control—" A thick sniffle, a hiccup, "Maddie's a ghost and her body is missing. I think there's someone out there who wants to use it for themselves," Your voice broke when you continued, "I--I don't know what to do... I-I don't even know where to look. Or how to look. I need help, Ginny. Xavier and Simon are great and they want to help, they do, but they don't know this stuff and now I'm expected to be a walking encyclopedia and—" A self-deprecating snort, "Fuck. I barely know anything..."

The heart monitor beeped a steady rhythm. The ventilator whirred. Ginny remained a gaunt statue in repose.

You leaned over and pressed your forehead to the back of her hand, hot tears falling onto her cold skin, "Please wake up..."

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Simon ran his thumb over the pendant, his other hand in Maddie's as she urged him to lure her mother to the school. Get her here, he heard Maddie plead, I always know when she's lying.

But Simon's mind was elsewhere, his eyes flicking over the pendant's design, teeth clenched as he berated himself. He should've asked more questions when he'd—God dammit, the answers might've been right fucking there and he'd been too busy minding his pleases and thank yous.

He couldn't believe he hadn't recognized the pendant the night of the dance, strung around someone else's neck. One of a pair, your great-aunt had told him. Maddie had worn the necklace every day since he'd known her. A gift from her father she rarely, if ever, removed.

Without acknowledging Maddie's insistence to get Sandra in a room with her, Simon asked, "You said your dad gave this to you?"

Maddie's teeth clicked when she abruptly closed her mouth, visibly stunned that Simon would ask that now. A brief moment of contemplation and then, "Yeah. Right before he died."

"And you're sure about that?" Simon's eyes never left the pendant, but his grip on Maddie's hand tightened marginally, a gesture expressing that it was important, that he needed her to be precise.

"Yeah." One beat. Two. "I mean, not really. I got it in the mail. Mom said he sent it when he was still in Texas. That it took longer to get there than he did. He was back for a couple of weeks before..." Maddie trailed off. Simon could fill in the blanks.

Christopher had been home for a couple of weeks before he'd killed himself while wearing your body like a meat puppet.

"In the mail?" Simon prompted as he released her hand to cup her jaw, gaze boring into hers. "And you're sure your dad was the one who sent it?"

Maddie swallowed. "Yeah. It was definitely him."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Simon, I'm sure." Prickly, fierce. "My dad sent it. I know he sent it. There was a note with it in his handwriting."

Simon dropped his hand back to hers, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound like you don't know what you're talking about, Maddie. I just want to make sure that we have all the facts."

"Why?" Maddie asked and leaned back to examine him since he wasn't making sense.

Simon hesitated for a moment, unsure how to put into words the weird coincidence he was beginning to think wasn't a coincidence at all.

"When I went to pick her up for the Homecoming dance... Maddie, her great-aunt had exactly the same pendant. Ginny said that it was one of a pair, earrings or something, but she lost the other one a while ago."

Maddie frowned and then her face went slack in shock, "You think her great-aunt might've been the one to give it to me?"

Simon shook his head, frustrated, confused, steadily more defeated as he realized he was so far out of his depth that he couldn't hold his head above water anymore.

"I don't know." He slumped, rubbed his eyes, and gave Maddie an apologetic look. "But we have to find out. Someone has to know."

"Si, I know my dad gave me that necklace."

"I don't doubt it, I'm just saying: We know one of the two earrings isn't in Ginny's possession anymore. We know Amelia has been in her house. We also know that Amelia stole your dad's body," He stopped, his tone shifting when he realized how indelicate that'd sounded. Simon regrouped, squeezed Maddie's hand, then continued, "We know that your dad asked her to give you something."

"And you think it was my necklace," Maddie murmured, staring at it as Simon laid it carefully on the table between them, bits and pieces of information scattered in her mind like shattered glass.

"It makes sense. She doesn't remember what your dad asked her to take you. But what if it's this? If it's the same as Ginny's..." Simon leaned in to draw Maddie's attention from the necklace to him, his hand on her knee, "If it's like Ginny's, it probably works and keeps the bad spirits away from you."

Maddie snorted, a weak, light huff of air, "Didn't stop someone from knocking my spirit out."

Simon let that sit in the air for a moment as he devised a plan.

Taking Maddie's request to bring her mother to heart, "Your mom might know something. Like you said, you can tell when she's lying."

"Get her here." Maddie reiterated. "And we can figure out if—if my mom..." Had anything to do with Amelia and golems and hurting Maddie, she didn't need to elaborate.

Cutting her off, "Okay," Simon put the necklace back in the manila envelope, folded it, and shoved it into his back pocket before promising, "Okay, I'll figure something out."

Maddie sat silently for a long moment, gazing into the middle distance, so worn and small that Simon nearly choked on his heart looking at her.

Sandra might not have been the best mom, but she was Maddie's, and Maddie loved her. Simon couldn't imagine Sandra hurting Maddie. However, in light of all Simon had learned about in the last few weeks, it was easier to assume someone had used Sandra to do the work on their behalf.

Amelia, Anabelle, a secret third other, it didn't matter. Someone had the kind of power that could be used to control minds, bodies, the very fabric of the universe. His gut rolled.

As he stood, Maddie stopped him with a touch to his hip, "Simon?" She rose to her feet and shuffled into his space, looped her arms around his neck and held him, "Yesterday, what you said about whether or not us figuring it out means me moving on—"

"Don't worry about that right now," Simon murmured into her hair. It was jarring, how she didn't smell like anything. Just clean air. He stammered, "I was being selfish."

Maddie tilted back a fraction and said firmly, "You're never selfish," which made Simon's heart skip a beat and break at the same time.

"Maddie...if it was her," He started, nervous to voice his concern, his fear, but he wanted to understand, "Are you sure you wanna know?"

She didn't answer. Simply tucked her head into the crook of his neck and held him close.

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Everett sat in disbelief as he listened to his students. Things were far worse than he'd been led to believe. He picked at a thread on his suit jacket, fidgeted to maintain his composure under the onslaught of questions his students asked.

For someone who'd prided himself on having all the answers, he wasn't sure how to address what his students were demanding he address.

Had Amelia left him be, had she stopped interfering and dragging him away to help her on a quest he couldn't actually help with—trapped behind a barrier as he was—none of this would've happened.

It'd been her fault, anyway, that Janet had done what she'd done. Everett didn't know everything, the hows and whys, but he knew enough to understand that Janet had been pushed to the edge by something Amelia had done or planned to do...

If only Amelia had let them be.

Dawn's ascension had happened while he'd been in the fallout shelter. He'd felt it. Felt that peace. That warmth. That omniscient truth that he'd never felt before because crossing over was supposed to be impossible inside the barrier.

Wally and Charley and Rhonda spoke over each other, a cacophony of questions with no answers. None that he was at liberty to give. He finally snapped the thread from his blazer, hands shaking because of what it signified that his clothes were deteriorating instead of resetting as they'd done since 1958.

"—the light at the same time as the goosebumps. Simultaneous goosebumps." Wally ranted between Charley's retelling of what they'd experienced.

Everett's collar felt too tight.

Bernie and Katelynn agreed and confirmed and Everett wanted the ground to open and swallow him whole. The noise of their curiosity caused his mouth to dry, his heartbeat to quicken, his palms to get clammy.

His students' eyes were on him, pinning him in place. He strung together the right words in the wrong context, anything to supplicate them, but they continued to press like walls closing in. And then Mina's face, sad and scared, seared behind his eyes, and he couldn't manage the pressure.

"After all these years, how can you still be so clueless?" Charley demanded, and Everett absorbed it like he'd absorbed Amelia's outrage when Janet had vandalized a plan that had been decades in the making.

It had been such a struggle to attain the right pieces and set them on the board. Amelia had been righteous in her anger. A glorious, beautiful blaze of fury that had left Everett wounded and weak. All because of Janet, who'd argued with him and accused him of being naïve. Who'd rearranged the board under his nose to steal what didn't belong to her.

"What if looking back isn't a bad thing?" Charley hounded, "What if it's actually the key to get out of here!? Why shouldn't we at least try that?"

They weren't allowed. They weren't allowed to look back. Amelia had warned him that everything he'd worked for, everything he'd done for them, everything he'd ever wanted would be snatched away if they looked back. And he couldn't have that. They needed him. To put them back on the right path, to guide them and teach them and be the person they relied on.

He refused to lose them like this.

"Because it's painful to constantly be thinking about it!" Everett's tone hit his ear belatedly and he deflated in his chair, eyes imploring, begging his students to listen to him like they used to. "Right!?"

His students went still, their eyes on him, willing to receive what wisdom he imparted. He gave them his impassioned speech, voice pleading, hoping his vulnerability would get them to see sense.

Subdued and seeming remorseful, they listened. Eyes down, features contorted in regret. For now, at least, Everett had won.

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Wally kissed you like it was the last time. Slow, deep, explorative; memorizing every shape and taste of your mouth as he held you by the hips in his lap.

The school was empty aside from the teachers involved in the awards ceremony. Ajay had snuck you in and escorted you to Wally before he'd accompanied Maddie to the teacher's lounge for a coffee and a heart-to-heart.

Wally had stumbled upon Maddie in the hallway after Group. She'd been in bad shape. He was grateful that Ajay had stepped in to be there for her while she waited for Simon to arrive with her mom so that Wally could soak in your presence privately.

Needless to say, Group had left him rattled, and he needed the comfort.

"Wally?" You asked, likely having noticed his mind had wandered. "You okay?"

Wally's grip tightened on your hips, then smoothed down to your thighs, back up under your skirt to drag you closer by the ass. He gave you a weary smile, about as much as he could muster.

Between Mr. Martin's behavior in Group and Maddie's comment—"What would you do if the one person who was supposed to protect you was the one who hurt you?"—unleashing a repressed sense of betrayal toward his mama, Wally's strength of will had rapidly declined.

He didn't think he could do this anymore.

Call him selfish, but he missed the simpler times. The times before Maddie and the mystery and the cloak and dagger he and the others were forced to come to grips with. There was peace in ignorance and he wanted to find it again, just for a second, just to regroup and start fresh and—

"Hey," Your hands on his jaw, angling his face toward yours, "You still with me, big guy?"

"Sorry baby," Wally said, low and solemn, "Too many thoughts."

You nodded, "Yeah. Me too. I can't believe I never noticed Maddie's necklace. I see it every day, you'd think I would've put two and two together as soon as I met her, yanno?"

Not exactly where Wally's mind was, but that was odd.

"You said you and Maddie weren't that close before now," Wally tried to reason so you wouldn't drive yourself crazy thinking about it. "Who really pays attention to that kind of thing?"

You raised a brow, "I noticed Nicole had the same spider ring as Maddie as soon as she started wearing it."

"Okay. Fair. But that spider ring didn't ward off evil spirits, right? Maybe it's a magic necklace thing." And then he put on an all-powerful, godly voice, "All who look upon this necklace shall forget its importance lest they be cursed!"

You giggled, a sound as beautiful as a summer breeze, and beamed at him. Jesus, he wanted to see that smile every day for the rest of his existence. He lifted one hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, dipped in to brush his lips against yours, a smile of his own forming.

"Very impressive use of the word 'lest'," You teased, "I didn't know you had it in you."

"Hey, I was practically a straight A student, thanks."

"What I'm hearing is that you bullied nerds into giving you test answers."

Wally scoffed, "I didn't bully anyone! I used my popularity to charm certain academically gifted individuals into helping me along. It was give-give, baby, I swear." He grinned, both hands back on your ass, massaging your flesh.

"You may be onto something though, Wally." You said after a moment, "I wouldn't be surprised if Amelia glamoured the necklace so that no one would recognize it." A cheeky grin, "Lest her whole plan go up in flames before she could finish it." You raised your hands and made a poof gesture.

Wally drew you closer by the back of your head, his gaze flickering over your face as his eyes went heavy and heated, "Have I ever told you how sexy your brain is, baby?"

"Once or twice," You smirked and brushed your lips against his, "But you're welcome to tell me again."

A slow, thorough kiss before Wally said, "You have a very," kiss "very," kiss as his large hand pushed your closer so you were planted flush against him, "sexy brain."

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Xavier was insubordinate on a good day, but the little nuisance had been more so in recent weeks. Austin didn't like it. By then, Xavier didn't need to be cagey or deflective for Austin to recognize when Xavier was hiding something.

In fact, Xavier had been combative, had shown up of his own volition to once again challenge Mr. South's innocence. And hadn't that been the cherry on top of a taxing day...

It was hard enough keeping the deputies' instincts from firing on all cylinders, pumping them with enough tea to fill an ocean. But Austin was at a pivotal point in tracking down and locating Madison Nears' runaway body and getting the plan back on the rails. He couldn't afford any more disruptions or screw-ups.

It rankled to think that perhaps, as had happened to Amelia's little pet who'd stopped drinking the tea under Amelia's nose, Xavier might've done the same thing. Austin was not one to be trifled with, and refused to acknowledge that that could possibly be right. He had a far stronger influence than Amelia.

But, he supposed, it needed to be looked into. After all, things had shifted since Madison Nears had been unceremoniously (prematurely) separated from her body. Xavier's manipulated subconscious could be another thing affected by it.

Pausing at reception, Austin noted the address he'd scribbled down earlier. Another possible lead.

At his hip, out of sight of those milling about the station, he typed a text to Dave's phone. The address and a blunt reminder that Amelia had better not let her former student slip through her fingers again or Anabelle would snatch her precious vessel right from her clutches without remorse.

'Find her.' Austin texted and hoped it was simple enough to get through to Amelia.

He didn't want to have to do it, but Austin was willing to discard Amelia to this lifetime to rot. Age had not given Amelia wisdom, that was clear, and Austin—Anabelle—wasn't sure he cared to coddle an idiot for the rest of time.

Dave's response came through.

'I will. I promise.'

Austin should've known better than to trust Amelia after everything she'd already failed to do...

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"Are you finding anything?"

"Dude, this thing was old when I went here," Wally told Charley from his place at the microfilm reader.

The file room was dark, claustrophobic, filled with a lot of information yet very few answers. So far, anyway. You sat at the single tiny table, flipping through transcripts from 1960 while, at your feet, back against your leg, Ajay perused the stack of yearbook printouts from around the same era.

Your mind was torn between doing the research in front of you and what you'd been slowly translating in the books you and Xavier had found at the farmhouse. Unfortunately, you'd done a very poor job in the early hours of that morning, your eyes crossing as the Old English script bled together on the page. Flipping through the first book was a chore, the pages so fragile that you'd lost margins and corners that might've been important.

The second wasn't as cumbersome to flip through, but it made about as much sense as the first. Tonight, you'd decided, you'd lock yourself away in your room, roll your sleeves up, and get stuck in for as long as it took to find something about the barrier around the school.

"Dawn found something yesterday when she looked into her past." Charley said, determined, "I mean, Janet must've done the same. So...maybe if we look into their pasts, too, we could find something that could explain all of this."

Ajay sighed, "Don't we already know?" When Charley snapped a pointed side-eye at him, Ajay flapped a hand, "I get why we're doing this. What, against all odds, made Janet and then Dawn special enough to clock out of this place. But do we really think it's going to be written on paper?"

"Or microfilm." Wally inserted, peeking out from behind the machine.

"I think Charley's onto something, actually." You said as you scanned another transcript from 1960: Maria Volkov. "Maybe there was something special about their pasts that allowed them to move on easier." You glanced up, eyes finding Wally's, "I mean, you've all looked back before, right?"

"More or less," Ajay said, flipping through another yearbook. "Yet, here we still are."

Wally corrected, "We've thought about our deaths, bro, we haven't looked back the way Dawn did at the séance."

Ajay seesawed his head and made a noise of acceptance, but didn't add anything.

"Really?" You glanced at Wally. "You think it's the lobotomy thing?"

Wally nodded, chewed his lip in thought before disappearing behind the microfilm reader again.

A few minutes later, "What year are you on?" Charley asked Wally as he carded through the accordion folder containing Dawn's student files.

Wally responded, "1959. I'm trying to move backwards, but I am not seeing Janet's name anywhere." He glanced between you and Charley. "She died in 1960, right?"

"Yeah," Charley confirmed though he was distracted.

"That's what we have in our files, too." You added and then sat up straight to stretch out the kinks that had settled between your vertebrae. "Apparently she fell down the stairs and broke her neck?"

Wally cringed, "Sounds shitty." He looked at Charley again, "Did you know that? Because I didn't know that."

"As we've established, we've been discouraged from asking each other personal questions," Ajay muttered so only you could hear.

"Especially related to your deaths..." You murmured, a frown on your face. "Huh."

From his perch on the picture files cabinet, Charley rummaged through more of Dawn's files, engrossed though managing to reply to Wally, "And things just get creepier..." He exhaled sharply through his nose and finally looked up, "Nothing of much interest in Dawn's student file, either..." Awkwardly, tinged with a thread of guilt, he admitted, "I know we weren't super close, but I feel kinda awful that we didn't get to say goodbye to her."

You listened as Wally answered, heart twinging, "I don't want it to happen that way for me." He caught your eye, let his gaze hold yours softly, "I didn't get a goodbye last time..." You stood, shuffled around Ajay, and went to Wally, settling in his lap when he shifted to accommodate you. "I do not wanna just disappear..."

You nestled into his body, kissed his temple before pressing your brow against it.

"Me either." Charley said quietly.

Though it was obvious he felt the same, Ajay didn't say anything. Simply allowed Wally and Charley's grief to be heard and sat with it.

Wally turned his head, his lips pressed to your neck, his hand squeezing your hip before he tucked his face into your shoulder for a minute.

You felt him breathe in and out deeply, absorbing your presence, your scent a balm for his soul, and then he returned to the slide he'd just inserted under the lens of the microfilm machine. Beneath you, he tensed.

"Whoa. Whoa, wait. This is weird." You peeked up at the screen, adjusted as Wally leaned in to read the small print. At Charley's prompting, Wally read, "Split River High School has been chosen for a national pilot program to protect students and teachers from the threat of a nuclear strike."

Oh. Shit. Had you not told Wally about the fallout shelter below the school?

"A fallout shelter will be built below the east wing of the school," No. No you had not. You'd been too busy dry humping him and then throwing Xavier under the bus about the kiss he'd stolen from you. "The same location where a fire destroyed the former chemistry lab on January 14th, 1958." You were a terrible girlfr—wait.

"Wait...1958?" Charley voiced so you didn't have to. "That must be Mr. Martin's fire. Does it mention him?" Charley moved closer, half-sat on the side of the desk, and watched Wally scan the rest of the old article.

"I don't see..."

You pointed to the screen where you saw Mr. Martin's name, "There."

"Oh, yes," His hand snuck under your shirt, thumb stroked your skin in thanks as he began to read again, "Authorities determined the fire was accidental. Four people were killed in the fire that overtook the lab during a routine chemistry lesson. Beloved Chemistry teacher Mr. Everett Martin was one of the deceased—"

"Wait." Charley interrupted, confused, "Four people? He said he was the only casualty."

Ajay was on his feet now, positioned himself behind Wally, a hand on Wally's shoulder as he curved forward and reread what Wally had already dictated. "Four people..."

Wally's attention returned to the screen to pick up where he left off, "Uh, two other staff, secretary Melinda Fontaine and school nurse Karla-Anne Mayfair, who had tried to help contain the fire while students evacuated were killed in the blaze as well as one student, sophomore..." He stopped, causing you, Ajay, and Charley to squint at the screen.

"What? What's wrong?" Charley asked.

Wally picked his gaze from the screen and skirted it to Charley, "Janet Hamilton." A moment of tense silence, and then Wally, pinning you closer to his body to quell his anger, wanted to know, "Why did they both lie to us?"

You stared at the name Wally had pointed to. It didn't make sense. Even in your family's files, Janet was cited as dying in 1960... Only... She hadn't had a death date until Ginny had remembered something and had Nanna write it down. You slipped out of Wally's lap and went to the stack of yearbooks Ajay had been scouring through to find the right one. Bingo. 1958.

You opened it, flipped through the pages until, "My great-aunt was in that class." That was the fire that'd weakened her. You'd assumed it'd been the same fire that had killed your great-grandparents, but no. There was Ginny's young face, smiling shyly from the page between your neighbor, Darcy Behr, and Mr. Anderson's father, Douglas.

"What does that have to do with Janet and Mr. Martin?" Ajay wondered as he, Wally, and Charley crowded around you.

You scrutinized every other student's face for clues, because stealing bodies was the work of expert connectedness. And though they became new people in new bodies, their connectedness had always and would always remain. If you were right...

"There were only two ghosts." You uttered, and you felt Wally's hand on your hip, a steadying force, as he pressed himself against your back. "If the symbols were already around the school to trap Mr. Martin and Janet—"

Somber, Wally asked the question on everyone's mind, "Then where did the other two go?"

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PART TEN - PART TWELVE

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