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October Sun

summary: you and Wally had finally had a chance to talk, reviewed the information at your disposal, which, by then, had included the text you'd received from Xavier. Even with everything you'd been taught, had researched, had a profound knowledge of, things still hadn't made sense. Had Mr. Anderson really been the Big Bad of your Nancy Drew story? Or had something darker been afoot?

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence.

sorry for the delay, gorgeous ghouls; school bit me in the booty. like, just took a whole chunk of my 🍑 in its teeth and tore 🦈 but that's done now 🫠 onwards and upwards!

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.13

"—and then this morning, Zav texted—"

"Who?"

"Xavier? Maddie's boyfriend?"

Recognition dawned, "Oh, yeah. I know him," spoken with a sour inflection.

"Yeah, him. He's like my brother from another mother." One who'd flounced out of Xavier's life in 8th Grade and had taken half the family assets with her to Milwaukee.

The situation was complicated, at best. While not officially divorced, Claire Baxter refused to come home. Treated the Sheriff as if he'd forced her into exile. Xavier resented his father for it—whatever it was. The details were murky even to Xavier, though he wore that chip on his shoulder like a cross to bear.

"Anyway," You resumed your summary of events, "He sent me this." Leaning forward, you showed Wally the picture of Maddie's ticket on your phone. "They found it in the woods not too far from here."

After yesterday's series of unfortunate interruptions, you and Wally had ensconced yourselves halfway up the rows of spectator seats in the stadium. Apart from a groundskeeper on the field and a maintenance worker floating about the upmost level of the grandstand, you were blissfully alone.

You sat sideways, Wally's varsity jacket balled up and shoved behind your back so the armrest wouldn't dig into your spine (his idea). Your knees were bent over the armrest that divided your seat and Wally's, socked feet on his lap, lounging as comfortably as was possible in your position.

Wally, meanwhile, held your ankle, thumb occasionally stroking under the hem of your jeans, and had his legs splayed wide to accommodate their length in such a tight space. Arm stretched across the backs of your seats, fingers of his other hand absentmindedly lifting and placing strands of your hair at the back of your head.

It was nice. Casual. Totally and utterly attuned as if sharing space was routine. You weren't a closed person, naturally. Weren't entirely open, either, but you were the normal amount of tactile amongst your friends. And still, after knowing them since baby teeth (minus Mathilda and Eli, who'd come into the fold during the latter half of your freshman year) you couldn't recall a time you'd been this snuggly with any of them.

Once again, you'd spent the night with your nose in the gutter of every book you'd thought would be relevant, and not one had had even the insinuation of an answer. Albeit you and Wally had mutually agreed to put your connection on the back burner in favor of solving Maddie's missing body problem, symptoms were still worth noting.

"Alright," Wally crooked his arm at the elbow and propped his head on his fist, "Mr. Anderson paid Maddie off."

"Check."

"But he's paranoid, so he decides to tie up loose ends and remove Maddie from the equation."

"Check."

"He lures her to the boiler room, attacks her, manages to hurt her enough to get blood on the walls, and then..." Wally's voice and expression went dubious, "Maddie runs?"

"Check?"

Things weren't adding up. You could slot the facts into a neat little order, but there were too many holes to hold up your coma theory. Or any theory, for that matter, that didn't involve Maddie's body decomposing in a ditch somewhere.

You sighed heavily and slouched further into your seat, head falling back. Puzzle pieces floated in the abyss, waited for you to put them where they belonged, but they were just blobs of color and there was no picture for reference.

"She ran for it," You picked up where Wally left off, following the breadcrumbs, "Mr. Anderson goes after her. He catches up to her in the woods, knocks her out, hides her somewhere."

"Like, not on school property?" Wally wanted to know, doubt in his creases.

You lifted and dropped a shoulder, "It's possible. If he was able to pin her down and sedate her." Wally's expression remained unchanged. "The girl weighs a breeze soaking wet, Wally. I don't think he'd have much trouble carrying her around, even if she was dead weight." You heard it a second too late, insisted, "Not like that."

Wally shook his head, brushing off the idea altogether, "Babe, she's haunting the school."

And why was he talking to you like you had letter blocks for brains?

"Yeah, and..?" You tried not to let your annoyance slip into your tone, but seriously, while you were sure it hadn't been his intention, you felt condescended to.

Wally caressed your foot, soothing, soft. A bid to listen openly instead of leaping down his throat as you'd been winding up to do. "We haunt where we die, pretty girl." Then added as an afterthought, "...Or are drugged out of our bodies by shady high school staff."

That didn't clear anything up. Ghosts could haunt anywhere they wanted on a whim. You knocked the information around in your mind for a moment, absorbed what Wally had said, and then, sitting up and tilting forward, registered, "Are you stuck here?"

Slowly, treading ice that could give under him at any moment, Wally verified, "Yeah. Whenever we step off school property, we end up back where we died." He glanced at the five-yard line warily. "It sucks."

You actually needed to get a functional To-Do List together, because things were spilling into a sea of fuckery in your brain and you couldn't sort it out.

"Wally," You breathed in and out deeply before continuing, "That's not normal."

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The world fell away as your words penetrated. Wally stilled, didn't breathe, didn't blink, didn't make a sound. As if he could stop the truth if he stopped himself first.

He'd known. Known it like common sense; the feeling like looking at a green sky and knowing it was supposed to be blue. Like being sick from Day One yet knowing that that wasn't what healthy felt like. Wrong wrong wrong.

In the earliest days succeeding his untimely demise, Wally had tried to leave the school.

Not to follow his mother home after she'd donated his trophies and helmet to display in the stadium entrance. Not to join his friends in Rodney's basement to get stoned after his memorial service. Not to break his own heart by stalking Jenny to the motel where she and her second choice prom date, Gary fucking Reid, lost their virginities together.

Rather, to go for a walk for the sake of getting some air. Despite having been flung back to the field multiple times by then—a lesson that had drilled into him the habit of remaining perpetually vigilant of his surroundings—Wally had had this deeply rooted understanding that he could travel beyond what the barrier permitted.

So much so that, one evening, he hadn't kept track of where he'd been going (partly because he'd trusted himself to veer away from the perimeter, but mostly because he'd been relaxed. Not actively chasing down a loved one). It'd been an unconscious series of actions; one foot in front of the other, listening to Eddie Money's Can't Hold Back on a Lost & Found walkman, strolling into the thin smattering of trees on the edge of the grounds, and then wham—

Back to Start.

It had happened a few times after that, too. Rhonda would cackle around her lollipop du jour, roll her eyes, and tell him to, "Get smart, Jockstrap."

When Charley had come along, he'd experienced the same thing. And then Ajay and Katelynn. Learning the lesson after the lesson had been learned. Mr. Martin had calmly and wisely informed them that it was merely the result of not having internalized being dead yet.

But that hadn't sat right with Wally, similar to having been given the excuse of roughhousing when he'd caught his parents in a compromising position one innocuous summer-break afternoon before he'd aged into double digits.

"Babe..." Wally croaked, just above a whisper, the weight of what you'd unveiled slamming into his chest and leaving him winded, "What are you saying?"

Your eyes, marbled and bright—though not outright glowing like they had in the theater—stared right into him for a moment. You were obviously calculating what it meant that Wally couldn't leave the high school, all the hows and whys flittering like dust motes between you and him.

"Unless you're a residual haunter, like Mina or Yuri, you should be able to go wherever you want. How long have you been stuck?"

Wally's throat clicked when he swallowed, "Since I died."

You snatched your hand back as if scalded, wrapped your arms around your middle, and said to the air, "That's not possible."

"I mean, maybe it is?" Wally attempted, stitching together his own theories based on what he'd learned as an actual dead person. "It's not like ghosts wrote those books you read. Maybe whoever wrote them got it wrong."

Shaking your head, "Actually, babe, they did. Not the physical copies, obviously, but how else do you think the authors got the information?"

Wally didn't know how to answer that. Didn't know if he could answer a lot of things anymore. Did he even know how to properly be dead? Shoving the existential crisis aside, Wally sat up straighter and caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling your attention back to him before he lost you to you down a rabbit hole.

"Maddie's stuck here too." He said, circling back, "We can't leave and, so far, no outside ghosts have come in. If she's a ghost here, then she became a ghost here."

You inhaled, held it for four counts, and then released the breath through your nose. Centering yourself. Wally had seen you practice the technique a few times by now and knew it meant you were overwhelmed.

"Take your time, baby." He said, moving to cup the side of your head, nails scratching your scalp to diminish your stress.

Finally, you presented your hypothesis. "Mr. Anderson attacked and sedated Maddie here enough to put her in a coma. He'd have to hide her, though. No way he'd be able to carry an unconscious student out of the school without someone catching him." Wally resumed stroking your ankle, encouraging you to keep going, "He stashed her somewhere? But where the hell could he do that without someone noticing?"

"Plenty of places," Wally admitted, "The school's got a lot of dark corners, trust me."

You did. Wally felt it through the connection, a solid cord from his heart to yours.

"Alright. If we follow that yellow brick road: Mr. Anderson relocated her body," You lit up, words spilling into each other as you worked things out, "but whatever has you stuck here has her stuck here, too, so she couldn't go after her body. Which explains why she's still In Between."

"Still haven't told me what that is, by the way." Wally reminded you. He was behind you all the way apart from that tidbit, unable to properly form an opinion with no knowledge on the matter.

Curling back up into a cozy little ball in your seat, you happily walked Wally through it.

"It's exactly what it sounds like." You said, "It's a plain between plains."

"Yeah, pretty thing, you're going to have to dumb it down more." Wally huffed a chuckle, comfortable admitting that he needed you to define every word in the magical dictionary.

Smiling, "Think of plains like different worlds. I'm in the living world, you're in the dead world, right?"

"Got it."

"Now, pretend there are doorways into those worlds. In Betweens are the spaces between the doors." You pulled the corner of your bottom lip between your teeth and Wally's attention immediately slipped, the urge to lick into your mouth making him twitch. Sweetly unaware, you back-tracked slightly and tried a different avenue, "Maybe not doors, maybe clear glass walls?"

"The door thing made sense. I mean, I think I get it. In Betweens are those places that anyone can access, whereas the living world is just for the living and the dead world is just for the dead. Am I close?"

"For the most part, yeah." You beamed and Wally had to stifle the desire to puff out his chest and preen. "Not anyone can access In Betweens, but if your soul can travel, that's where you go."

"So, when you project, you're in an In Between." Wally stated, though he was hedging for clarification.

"Exactly." You perked up, "I have notes for you, actually."

He went marshmallow-soft at the notion of you staying up late to write out your research for him. That you'd been thinking of him, considerate and willing and thoughtful in a way Wally hadn't been subject to in so long it may as well have never happened before, made his heart swoon.

Wally smirked, slanted forward, flirtatious and bold, and slid his hand from your ankle to your thigh, "Gonna let me copy your homework, baby?"

"Gotta get those grades up before the big game." You played along, flirting right back, "Don't want you kicked off the team."

Without hesitation, Wally struck, halfway out of his seat, hand gripping the armrest behind you to hold himself up. He loomed over you, little thing that you were, squished into your seat and completely caged in by him. He hovered, listened to your breath hitch, and watched your eyes soften.

"Lucky to have a girl like you on my side, then, huh?" Wally said, voice low, tightly controlled, closing the distance between your lips in increments.

You reached up, held his face in your hands, "Damn right, big shot," and then pressed in.

A throat cleared somewhere over Wally's shoulder, from behind and moderately above, and drove him back into his seat at Mach speed, his hold on you resituating to a socially acceptable place on your ankle. The interruption was accompanied by that arcing of gravity that emitted from a living body which meant Wally was once more on the outside looking in.

"Okay there, hot shot, time to get moving. Students aren't s'posed to be up here outside-a game time." The maintenance worker said, illicit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

Wally noticed the man wasn't quite looking at you, and, for the first time, Wally had to wonder what the hell people saw when you and he were together while you were still in your body.

You pulled yourself up as fast as the angle allowed you to without injury, foot still tucked in Wally's lap. As soon as your head peeked above the back of your seat, the maintenance worker clutched a hand to his heart and plucked the cigarette from his lips.

"Jesus, girl, you can't do that to folks." He scolded you, southern accent thickening, "Lookin' like a zombie comin' out the grave or what."

"Sorry," You said and sounded as puzzled as Wally was by the man's overreaction.

"Just hurry up and get goin'." His eyes swept in a strange pattern, away from you then back then away, fixing on a point that would be Wally's nose if he weren't invisible. "You kids these days thinking you can be wherever you wanna be, huh? No respect for the rules, like they don't apply to you..."

God, this guy. "Can it, asshole. Give her a minute to get up." Wally snapped, ignoring the fact that the man couldn't hear him. Bolstered by that truth, Wally decided to shove in the man's face, "Bet you're bent outta shape because all that nicotine makes your dick about as useful as a wet napkin."

He heard you choke on a laugh that you quickly masked with a cough.

The man squinted, lips pursed in aggravation. Surprisingly, he departed with no more than a swift, "Get gone!" and stuck his half-burned cigarette back into his mouth.

Wally glared after him as he marched up the stairs toward a ladder stood under a curtain of wires and metal that spilled from an opened section of the ceiling. Clearly, the man had been in the middle of fixing something when he'd seen you.

"Fucker." Wally grumbled. He patted your leg, pressed a kiss to your knee before he released you.

"I appreciated the support," You giggled, "Even if it doesn't do much on my side of things, it's nice to know you have my back."

"I always got you, baby." Wally vowed as he unfolded himself and rose to his feet, couldn't help tacking on, "Every bit of you," with a wink that made you pink up so prettily.

You wetted your lips, ducked your face into your shoulder; shy after you'd been caught in a what might’ve been a very awakward position. "I'm starting to get that."

Wally let you take the lead, enjoyed how you brushed up against him as you shuffled out of the row and onto the stairs. He shot the maintenance man one last angry look before he trailed you across the field and out of the stadium.

At the top of the grandstand, feet from the ladder, the maintenance man examined his cigarette through a profoundly glum expression. Years of his life burned away to ash.

With a grunt, he dropped it to the ground and crushed it under the thick sole of his work boot, simultaneously pulling the crumpled, two-from-empty pack out of his breast pocket and whipping it into a nearby trashcan.

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PART TWELVE

note: friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears! i'll be traveling about 4 time zones back tomorrow and might not have the opportunity to write again until Monday 😔 i'll get the next part up as soon as i can, though, i promise. definitely before the end of next week 🫶

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Just have to say that I literally loveee your writing, I found October Sun today and binged all parts! I can’t wait to see what you have in store for us!! 😭

darliiinggg 😭🧡 thank you so so much for reaching out! your love 'n' support means everything and i am fluffing giddy right now 🌞🐝 i'm so excited to get the next few parts out! there's so much sweet Wally doesn't know about being dead, and so much our Reader doesn't know about Wally's situation 😉 can't wait to dive down the rabbit hole and drag y'all along with me 😈

lots've love 🫶 *squishes you with a thousand hugs*

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Unrelated but I just kinda think he’s neat

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i’m on part ten on October Sun and it’s sooo good I just found this yesterday!!

dearest anon, you've made my heart skip a beat 😭🧡 i really hope you continue to enjoy what i've got in store!

it's gonna be a bumpy ride, but helmets are over there *points*, life vests are over there *points*, and just remember to keep hands and feet inside the raft at all times, and you'll be right as rain 😜 oars are optional 😘

thank you so much for reaching out and sharing the love, and know that i appreciate the hell outta you 🧡

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NEW MATERIAL HAS BEEN ADDED TO THIS PART

an additional 1300 words have been tacked on after Wally's POV. a thousand apologies to those of you who've already read it 🙏 nothing else has been touched.

i was going to post the mini-chapter separately, but it didn't feel right as a standalone. it's supposed to be in PART TWELVE. i don't make the rules 😬

PART THIRTEEN will hopefully still be out either Sunday or Monday 👀 god willing 🪬

October Sun

summary: a string of break-ins, Noah Baxter had told Sandra Nears, not that you'd been aware of that. in fact, you hadn't heard anything about it until the problem had been brought to your doorstep, so to speak.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence.

🚨 THIS IS WHEN our plot diverges significantly from the source material. i felt i should alert you since i've stuck pretty close to the canon timeline until the last installment, and you may have come to expect things to follow that rhythm 😅

that being said, this one's shorter as the next one's gonna be a journey.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.12

The pitter-patter of rain on your window roused you a few minutes ahead of your alarm. 6:15AM. It was lightening outside, though barely, daybreak muffled by the padding of dark clouds that swept the expanse of Split River sky.

You regretted telling Wally you'd meet him early, the nest of your comforter and pillows seducing you to stay five more minutes. But five would roll into ten would turn into twenty if you didn't do something about it, so, grimly, you tossed your covers to the side and dragged yourself out of bed.

Twenty minutes later—clean, dressed—you sat on the front porch and sipped a cup of decaf from an oversized mug that announced WEIRD MOMS BUILD CHARACTER. Sure they did, you thought sarcastically, and anger wasn't a trauma response. You wanted to believe your mother was doing her best with what she'd been given but, after everything you'd observed, you knew she could've done better. Had had the opportunities and the tools and the support to do better.

She'd simply chosen not to. And wasn't that a kick in the teeth? Every I love you to the moon she volunteered sounded loaded. Conditional. Selfish. An item ticked off on a daily checklist. Yes, you probably blamed her for more than she'd done, emotions tainting memories and morphing how you saw her, but the anger hadn't come from nothing.

Everyone has their baggage. That was yours.

The murmur of a car drew you into the present and you sat up straighter on the porch swing, maneuvering yourself so you could peer down the road. At barely seven o'clock, the neighborhood was the kind of quiet that lingers in the morning, making even the slightest noise much louder than it would've otherwise been.

When the police cruiser pulled into your next-door neighbor's driveway, you stood to lean against a post for a less obstructed view. The front door opened behind you, Aurora joining you on the porch with her mug of tea, the floral smell wafting up your nose and itching your nostrils.

"I don't know how you drink that stuff," You commented, giving the mug a disgusted side-eye.

Aurora, immune to your judgment, simply said, "It's an acquired taste," and slotted into place beside you, her eyes following the Sheriff as he hopped up your neighbor's stairs and rang the doorbell.

He turned, noticed you both, and shot over a friendly wave, "Good mornin'."

"Morning!" You and Aurora sang back, shamelessly maintaining your overtly nosy position to watch the scene present itself.

Your neighbor, Teddy Armstead, answered the door moments later. You couldn't see Teddy from where you stood, the man tucked into his foyer, probably not yet put together for the day, but you heard the Sheriff introduce himself and apologize for the early hour.

"Just following up about the call you made last night. I need to ask you some questions if that's okay." The Sheriff said, donning his best customer service smile.

Teddy had obviously stepped aside in accord since the Sheriff disappeared into the house after telling you and Aurora to, "Say hi to your mom for me!"

"Okaaay~!" You both emphasized how were not going to do that by noisily slurping your respective drinks in unison until Teddy's door closed with a woody clap behind the Sheriff.

"What's that about?" You asked, swiveling around to lean against the porch banister.

"Noah's probably following up about the break-in last night." Aurora guessed.

Your eyebrows shot up, "Break-in?"

"Yeah. It was a whole thing." Aurora pursed her lips, "Too bad you missed it..." Her expression turned that smarmy kind of superior; like she knew something about you that you hadn't wanted her to know.

"You didn't think to mention it at dinner?"

"You were in a mood!" Aurora defended, "Too busy angsting over having to leave your boyfriend." She put her wrist to her brow in a dramatic display, whining, "Where for art thou?"

She'd seen you and Simon on the swings last night; had shouted at you through an upstairs window to get your ass inside before your mother had another fit about your absence.

"Oh my god, Simon is not my boyfriend." You hated how petulant you sounded, but, seriously, Aurora annoyed you like it was her job.

Saying the word boyfriend aloud unintentionally summoned thoughts of Wally; his lopsided grin and warm brown eyes. How his hands had gripped your thighs, hips, waist. The way he'd so easily manhandled you into his lap and ground you against him—

Aurora smirked and pressed her hand to your forehead as if checking for a fever. "Oooh, but you do have a boyfriend?" She chortled, "Feel you, oh my goodness! All gushy and pink and awkward, I'm living!"

You shoved her hand away, "Shelve the empathy, please," and narrowed your eyes at her, "I hate it when you do that."

The front door creaked open again to reveal Dave, Aurora's newly minted husband. He stepped outside holding a cup of the same grandma's perfume tea Aurora drank and sidled up to her, all casual affection and sappy smiles, pecking her cheek before turning to bid you good morning.

You tipped your mug at him in salute and took a generous sip to avoid having to say anything.

You didn't dislike Dave. He was a really nice guy. Like, stupidly nice. Ultra-polite and sympathetic and friendly. A spaniel of a man who fetched for Aurora without her asking. Sweet in a way that led to a toothache. He was just so ...

Dave.

He was also completely clueless about everything your family's rich, magical heritage. Before the wedding, he'd been fed a story that made your mother's hustle seem morally righteous. Everyone grieves differently, your mother had told him, hand on her heart, I just do what I can to ease the process.

He'd fallen for it hook, line, and sinker, believing your mother was a saint whose clients sought her out for unconventional therapy. Poor, dumb puppy.

You moved by Dave and Aurora to collect your phone from where you'd left it on the porch swing. Checked the time: 7:15AM. Time to go if you didn't want to be late. Your backpack was already in the passenger seat of your sister's car, but you still had to grab a jacket and the keys.

You stepped into the foyer and plucked the keys off one set of hooks, your jean jacket from another, then returned to the porch where you forced Aurora to take responsibility for your half-empty mug. She accepted it with a snide look.

"Thanks again, Rory!" You said, jingling the keys at her before skipping down the front steps.

Aurora sing-songed, "Say hi to your boyfriend for me!" For the sake of embarrassing you because sisters sucked like that, no matter how much older and more mature they were supposed to be.

You scoffed, rolled your eyes, and returned, "Don't have a boyfriend!"

Though you definitely had a something, you had no idea what to label him, and 'boyfriend' felt too...official. Both for the newness and for the strangeness of what was happening between you and Wally.

As you backed out of the driveway, you feigned almost hitting the mailbox just to see the horror on Aurora's face, gliding expertly into the road after she screamed murderous intent at you.

"That's what you get for being a bitch~!" You yelled and thrust your middle finger out of the sunroof, waving goodbye with it.

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Wally strolled through the hall, muscles loose and hair still damp from the hot shower he'd just taken.

A very long, languid, private shower that had involved a slick-soapy fist and fantasies of you wearing nothing but his varsity jacket. Mouth gaped in pleasure, head thrown back, nails biting crescents into the meat of Wally's shoulders as you rode him. He thrust into you, slow, deep, arm banded, ironclad, around your waist to keep you where he wanted you. The thumb of his other hand rubbed your clit in slow, maddening circles, pressing in, dragging out, as you whimpered too much. Oversensitized after he'd taken his time eating you out.

Fuck, he wanted you. Had spent last night dreaming it, and then spent this morning outlining all the ways he'd take you apart until you begged him to stop. But he'd keep going. He'd fuck you until you reeked of him, were covered in him, filled by him. A soft and pliant and beautiful mess.

Wally was definitely at risk of developing a problem, already addicted to the way you didn't look right through him. He couldn't wait for you to arrive, had been up late like a kid on Christmas, counting down the hours. The clock above one of the classroom doors indicated it was time he headed to the parking lot, and his heart skipped a beat.

As he walked, he noticed a flash of movement from inside the classroom and stopped to take a look. Wally opened the door, peeked around the doorframe, his brow furrowing in confusion as he watched Maddie rifling through the contents on the lowest shelf of the supply closet.

She was dressed in her usual attire with the addition of an oversized black sweater Wally hadn't seen her in before. Her hair was a little more disheveled, even a bit greasier, which confused Wally further.

While he enjoyed the act of getting clean, showers weren't actually necessary for the dead. Their last image in life preserved for all eternity. Sure, they could change their appearance; had some autonomy over it throughout the day (once, he and Rhonda had tried stick-and-poke tattoos. It'd been painful and the results horrendous, but worth trying again).

They could run miles on the track, go into anaphylactic shock, beat each other bloody...It didn't matter. They never changed, their bodies doing a factory reset as soon as their attention drifted to something else.

"Hey." Wally greeted, stepping further into the room, watching in interest as Maddie went about whatever the hell she was doing. "You good?"

She paused briefly but didn't turn to face him, instead crouching to pull open the cabinets beneath the shelves. Wally couldn't be certain, but Maddie seemed off; her presence heavier somehow. It made Wally feel as though he had to put distance between them. The same sensation that nagged at him when the hall was packed with living students. Like he had to make room for them.

Wally glanced at the clock hanging over the chalkboard and realized he had two minutes to get to the parking lot.

"Well, good luck with that," Wally said, "Can't wait to hear all about it later." Because Maddie would explain in Group why she was snooping through a classroom. Or, at least, she'd ask a relevant question that forced her to explain herself, as had been the case up until now.

He backtracked out of the room, shook off the feeling of not right that shivered through him, and headed for the parking lot, quickening into a jog once he pushed through the front door.

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The rain had stopped by the time you reached the school. The parking lot was practically deserted with only a handful of other cars stationed about. Most of those few in the reserved slots near the door. Teachers. Maybe Principal Hartman or Mr. South.

You pulled into a spot further from the building, preempting how packed the lot would be once classes were in session. As decent a driver as you were, trying to maneuver Aurora's boat of an SUV out of any tight space was a nightmare you wanted to avoid. Literally. Aurora's abilities extended to manipulating emotions and she'd have a trip making you believe the government or aliens or both were out to get you.

With great power comes great responsibility...to terrorize your younger siblings when they pissed you off.

Honestly, with the anvil that had just been dropped on your head, you'd take a little high-key paranoia over the guilt that had inflated your stomach like a lead balloon.

Cutting the engine, you took a moment to sit with the text you'd received from Xavier on the way in. The text-to-speech had done little to dilute the gravity of what he'd sent, and it had spurred more unanswered questions about what had gone down last Friday.

We found this in the woods near the school. We're getting somewhere, kiddo, I can feel it. The attached photo was of Maddie's ticket to Night of the Living Dead, stamped with a muddy boot print like it'd been dropped and trampled in a harrowing escape.

Your mind raced. Tried to connect the dots. Leads like red strings linked one fact to the next, the conspiracy board turned into a Robert Forman artwork, yarn-bombed to hell the more theories you added to it.

Slumping forward over the steering wheel, you rested your head in the cradle of your arms and squeezed your eyes shut. A memory blotted across the back of your lids, ink on water, and the guilt in your gut snarled.

You walked with Hana and Eli, Mathilda several feet ahead of you as she barreled into the APEX. Night of the Living Dead was her favorite franchise, a diehard zombae from head to toe who had dressed the part of Barbara for the night's event. She'd bunched her hair under a blonde wig and had acquired vintage articles to piece together the perfect outfit.

Meanwhile, you and the others had gone for more of an homage. Faces painted sickly and pale, donned in matching white tees with the movie poster printed on the front. Yours had been three-of-yous too big, having left the order up to Eli, but you'd managed to tailor it into a decently fitted mini-dress. Threw on a pair of laddered, black tights and tall chelsea boots; and topped the ensemble off with your signature leather jacket. Saved it.

"Oh~ my god you guys are so slow!" Mathilda complained, rolling from her heels onto the balls of her feet impatiently.

You shook your head and cast about you, signaling to her how empty the concessions area was. "There are seven people here, Tilly, including us. I think we're fine."

Although Split River had a healthy population of horror fans, you didn't expect them all to swarm the APEX for the first of its seasonal specials. The crowds usually got crazier closer to Halloween.

"And they're assigned seats," Hana added with a snicker as she stole Mathilda's place in line and rocked up to the cashier, already spouting the group order.

"Is he coming in or what?" Eli asked, referring to Simon who you had left at the entrance to wait for Maddie and Xavier.

You watched Simon pace the length of the sidewalk outside the cinema's large windows, texting who you assumed was Maddie for the fourth time since you'd met up with him. When you'd suggested Maddie and Xavier might already be inside, Simon had scoffed, dismissing the notion as if you'd suggested the Earth was flat.

As far as you knew, Maddie had successfully invited Xavier to attend. Whatever was holding them up might've had to do with why Xavier had asked you to send another false text about band practice during Homeroom. You figured the receipts were for Xavier's father, the Sheriff still being a dick about Xavier's love life (and not at all on Xavier's side, either; acting protective of Maddie's virtue, as if Xavier was going to ruin her life).

"Should we tell him we'll meet them in there?" Hana wondered, offloading on you one of the two massive barrels of buttery popcorn she'd ordered.

You gave Eli a significant look, "You mind telling him? And text Zav while you're at it. Maybe Maddie's phone died."

"Got it." Eli cheerfully accepted his mission command, jogging to the entrance and out the door.

You lingered for a moment to watch the exchange. Thumbnail between his teeth and full attention on his phone, Simon hardly acknowledged Eli at all. Was this that out of character for Maddie or was Simon unhealthfully possessive and you'd just never noticed?

Eli caught up to you as you herded into the theater, "He said it's fine." He shrugged, "Guess we'll catch up after the movie." Since your seats and Simon, Maddie, and Xavier's were several rows apart.

"And you texted Zav?" You asked, sidling along behind Hana and dropping into your seat.

"Yeah, but he hasn't texted back. Whatever," Eli grabbed a generous handful of popcorn off the top of the pile in your bucket and shoved half of it into his mouth, "They'll get here when they get here."

But Maddie hadn't gotten there. And by the time you'd thought to ask Xavier where they'd been, Sheriff Baxter had already started investigating Maddie's disappearance.

Simon had known something had been wrong and you'd dismissed it completely. Maybe if you hadn't, you and Simon could've gone back to the school, caught Mr. Anderson red-handed, and Maddie would be safe and sound.

There was a tap at your window. You didn't have to look to know it was Wally, the connection between you both purring to life. In one swift movement, you climbed out of the car and flopped against Wally's chest, allowed him to take your weight in a physical act far too familiar for two people who'd essentially just met.

It is what it is, you ceded, lacking the mental fortitude to care very much. You could only handle one thing at a time right now. And besides, you'd had Wally's tongue down your throat and his hands on your ass, surely a cuddle wasn't going to offend.

After a minute of silence, "You okay?" Wally asked.

You leaned back on a disgruntled harrumph. Raised your arms in a childish request for uppies that Wally obliged instantly. He lifted you up, cradled you like a toddler, and dotted your head and the side of your face that was accessible to him in sweet, little kisses.

You relaxed into him, the stress of your earlier thoughts easing away. You wanted to spend the rest of the day like this; held, looked after, protected. This connection between you and Wally seemed to do what tequila did for the chronically inhibited. Made it so easy to just be with him despite knowing him for less than twenty-four hours.

"You wanna talk about it?" Wally muttered quietly.

Immediately, you grumbled, "No," however, "I know I have to, though."

Wally's chuckle rumbled through you where you were pressed against him.

"Alright, baby." He said, "Let's go," and he placed you delicately back on your feet. Just as you made to move away from the car, Wally stopped you with a gentle hand on your elbow, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

You looked at him inquisitively. He jerked his chin over your shoulder, grin simpering, and when you checked, you couldn't repress the groan of despair that charged out of you.

"God dammit, how am I getting worse at this?" You demanded to know, sliding back into the driver's seat and, subsequently, back into your body which was still folded over the steering wheel.

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PART ELEVEN

fun fact: my Wally Clark headcanon includes him waking up most mornings in his football uniform, cleats and helmet on, a stain of drool on the padded shoulder of his field jersey, just game-ready and nowhere to go 🏈

note: the next part should be out Sunday or Monday 😌 i wanna get into Homecoming Week sooner rather than later as things pick up and move along pretty quickly thereafter. although i know i've mentioned the rather involved plot this beast hatched, i really wanna finish this before June 🙏

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i wanna go ahead and give the biggest, most massive, fluffing GINORMOUS THANK YOU to everyone who reached out 💛💚❤️ i'm aware that i'm a sensitive bean who is very easily disarmed by a pebble of conflict, but your kindness and support has sincerely swept me off my feet.

it means everything to me that there are others out there who are into the chaos i'm serving. it gives me life to know that i'm able to bring people enjoyment. and you guys bring me enjoyment right back by engaging and interacting with the weirdness that explodes out of my brain 💓

y'all have no idea how much i appreciate each and every one of you, and i wish there was some way i could actually SHOW YOU. some way i could give back to you what you've given me 💛💚❤️

i swear, imma do my best to write you guys one helluva story ❤️‍🔥

Housekeeping 7

October Sun

hello beautiful people,

so. i received a comment on my most recent update of October Sun (Wally Clark x fem!reader) that brought to my attention that some of you may not have been anticipating a story of this magnitude. that is, a story with a very involved, twisty plot that puts the eventual smutty smut smut at at least 4 parts away.

i have two things to say about this.

a) i did advertise at one point that this plot is DENSE. i'm here to tell a story that exploded on the inside of my skull and it refuses to be anything less than what it is. it explains a lot of canon mysteries as well as neatly ties a bow on the series, tying off all loose ends so that this story finishes on a hopeful note. but look, if you're not down for the journey, i'm sad to see you go, but i get it.

and, b) if any of you (who aren't the commenter—i'm salty af) would like to see some plotless smut, either based in this 'verse or completely unrelated, i have stated in the past that i'm open to requests. i do prioritize this story, but i have time on my hands, guys, and i'm not always inspired to write for October Sun.

i've deleted the comment. it was short 'n' sweet and i interpreted it for what it was: someone whinging about my pacing. i'm ngl, it stung. up until now, i've been excited to write and share this story, but that comment hit vulnerable flesh and now i'm not sure how i feel. while this story is predominantly for me, i've also really enjoyed the reaction to it that i've received and i want to give you guys something worth reading. something that i'm proud of and that you enjoy.

i hope, moving forward, i can do that for those of you who stick around 🫶

#housekeeping #Milo Manheim #Wally Clark #Wally Clark x Reader #fem!reader #Wally Clark smut #Wally Clark fanfiction #Milo Manheim fanfiction #School Spirits

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