PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE RUIN MY LIFE

The End

Wally Clark x Reader

Two people died on September 23rd, 1983. One laid out on a football field before hundreds of people, and the other left behind on the cold floor of the boy's locker room.

Word Count: 1.7k

Tags: Sexual assault, semi-graphic depictions of SA, including: almost direct aftermath, reader is naked in the beginning, mentions of blood, and implied loss of virginity via SA, flashback to SA; death, reader's death is overlooked, ANGST

Characters: Wally Clark, Reader, Dalton (OC)

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A/N: The Doors title. Hey ya'll. I cannot believe the love I've been getting on this page, and it's driving me past my writer's block more than anything. With school starting, I can feel the academic anxiety kicking in, but I use my writing as a coping method when I can. This story has very intense topics (as stated in the tags) and is not meant to idealize any topics in any way. This was inspired by @general-fanfiction's Hopes and Fears series (GO READ IT RN), and @whoopsyeahokay's October Sun series (ALSO GO READ IT RN). If this story is well received, or I just feel the urge to, I'll probably turn it into a series (bc this sucks as a one-shot). As always, please heed the warnings, and read only if you're comfortable.

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Blood was everywhere.

It slid down your legs and dribbled onto the cold floor of the locker room. Every inch of your skin felt like it was too tight for your bones, and all you wanted to do was reach down your throat and rip out your heart.

Copper flooded your mouth. The tang brushed against the back of your chattering teeth, and all you could think about was how you wanted to crawl to the nearby shower and let it run until one of the coaches found you and dragged you out.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Move. You told yourself. All of your limbs ached. Nothing felt real.

You didn’t want this to be real.

It was supposed to be kind. Gentle. An act out of pure love.

Standing up proved to be hard, and it was like no one was able to hear you screaming out for help. Filtered out by the people flooding the halls, hustling to the big homecoming game going on that night.

The tiled walls provided little help as you brought yourself to a standing position, walking slowly as you felt your feet brush against the pile of your shoes, pants, and underwear on the floor. The touch stopped your heart, breaking a new tier of hate and regret across your body.

He said he loved me.

You turned on the shower, cranking the knob to the hottest setting, knowing that the water wouldn’t get anywhere near warm. Water slid harshly over your body, and you felt it pelt against spots of dried blood on your thighs.

You wished you never come to this stupid football game.

You wished you weren’t as ignorant, or as gullible, or as love-blind as you had been in the past three months.

You wished you never met him.

His face felt bitter and sharp in your head, poking and prodding, as if trying to stick the memory of his hands on you for eternity.

Time passed irregularly, no one came in or out of the locker room, and you were sure that the football game had to have reached its end by all of the cheering and yelling you heard outside.

After using all of the hot water in the gym wing, you slowly walked to the lines of lockers, trying even glimpsing in the direction of your clothes. tried to open every locker until one popped open, revealing a pair of grey sweatpants, a sweatshirt, a muscle tank, blue gym shorts, and a matching varsity jacket with #57 stitched on the arm.

You grabbed the matching sweatsuit, balling it in your arms and silently apologizing to the boy you’d never return the clothing to.

He probably won’t even notice, you told yourself.

You turned the corner around a line of lockers and you could swear you were going crazy. A bare foot poked out from behind the last line of lockers, limply tilted against your pile of clothes, painted a chipped wine red.

You blinked hard, looking down at your own chipped wine-red toes, and you clutched the clothing you stole to your naked body. The cotton was soft compared to the cold tile bracing against your feet, and you brought your eyes to look back to the pile of clothing on the floor.

Bile pooled at the back of your mouth as you hesitantly stepped closer to the foot that hadn’t disappeared. You’re going crazy, you told yourself, but the more and more you stared at the limp, pale body - your limp, pale body - whose features were more of a brutal mass than a face, the less it was going away.

You barely made it past the urinals and into an open stall before you dry-heaved into a toilet.

You were dead.

You couldn’t be.

As you zipped up the stolen hoodie and sweatpants, you tried to remember it all. Kissing under the bleachers before the game, him asking you to come with him while he grabbed something from his gym locker.

Every agonizing second you asked him to stop, to stop pressing you into the lockers because one of the locks was digging into your back; his decrepit hands sliding at your waistline, pushing and prodding past the fabric of your clothes.

Nothing would come up from your stomach.

Could ghosts vomit? You asked yourself, slowly standing to your feet and walking back over to your dead body.

Conversations started to flood the hallway, every muscle in your body coming briefly to attention before you flew out the door and screamed into the rushing crowd of students.

“Hello?” You called out, reaching your arm into the crowd, only to watch it get run through like something out of Star Wars.

Your body became hot, and even though you knew deep down that no one could see you, you pushed your tears back down your choking throat and felt your cheeks heat up with shame.

You walked into the crowd, who was thinning out the further you got from the hallway. Your body tensed for a moment, seeing the lights of police cars and ambulances pulling up to the school. Expecting to see the paramedics rushing toward your body, you waited for them to split the crowd, to start heading toward the school, but they were bolting the other way.

Straight toward the football field.

This school has to be fucking cursed.

One of the players was splayed out on the field, his head gently being lifted as paramedics were tugging his helmet off his head. The football team from whatever school yours was playing against was sitting on the bench, whispering and pointing to another one of their players who was talking to a police officer further down the field.

57.

The number sewn on the jacket hanging among the clothes you stole stood out against the dark blue of the player’s helmet. People gasped and a woman cried out as the paramedic set the helmet aside, revealing the face of the school’s resident golden boy; a dark bruise crawled up his neck, and his mouth guard slid between his lips as his limp head hung unnaturally over his shoulder.

You walked closer, straight through the forming line of police officers, and looked into the field. At the edge of the bleachers, waving his arms around and yelling into a silent group of people, stood Wally Clark.

Wally Clark is dead.

Just like I am.

You took off running, the activity coming easier to you when you were alive.

Alive.

“Wally!” You called out, and the football player snapped his body to your voice, his eyes wide and seeming relieved that someone was talking to him.

You stopped, resting your hands on your hips as he hopped down from the bleachers.

“What’s happening? Why- why is no one talking to me? What did I do?” He asked, skipping the formalities. He came to stand on the field before you, the football gear he was wearing sending a rush of debilitating shame through your body.

You faltered for a moment, his face flashing in your eyes before you rubbed your face back to reality.

“You didn’t do anything, Wally.” You managed to push out, pushing your eyes anywhere but on him.

“Then what is happening? I feel like I’m going crazy, one minute I’m running with the ball, and boom- I’m at the bleachers, trying to get my mother to talk to me and she won’t even look up at me. I know she’s pissed at me about going on the bench, but I mean I got back in the game, and now I’m guessing coach is pissed at me on insisting to get back in and-”

“You’re dead.” You cut off his rambling, forcing yourself to meet his face without looking away after a second, “I mean, I think we’re both dead.”

First, he smiled. Like what you said was some kind of joke. After you said nothing, he started toward the sidewalk, where his mother was now alongside a stretcher being lifted into an ambulance. You could see the tears on her face from where you were, each step you followed Wally, the easier it was to see her sorrow.

Then, as he was following his mother, he suddenly was gone, like he was plucked off the Earth by God himself.

That was until you turned to see him standing on the football field, right where his body was previously lying, tugging at the roots of his hair.

You hovered your foot, leveraging that if you stood on the sidewalk, you would be slingshotted back to the men’s locker room.

You decided to trust your gut and instead talked to Wally.

“I can’t be dead, I mean, that would mean you’re dead, and I literally saw you in the hallway this morning,” Wally said as he paced in a small area before you, “and I know for sure that I saw you because you were hanging around Dalton’s locker, which was weird because everyone on the team thought he had some college girl or something he was hanging out with-”

You didn’t register some of the words he was saying, instead you tried to control your thoughts from ripping you back to your last moments on earth at his name.

“-I mean, do you even know how crazy this sounds?”

You took in a shaky breath, wiping your hands over your face to poorly conceal any emotions that unwillingly spread onto your features, “Yeah, but that’s the thing, Wally. I am dead.”

Saying you were dead for the first time out loud was a lot heavier than you thought it would be.

You’re pretty sure that if the insanity of Wally being killed hadn’t overridden your brain, you would be somewhere huddled up and screaming for some greater power to give you eternal rest.

“What? That’s not possible, I mean, the people you were here with would’ve noticed you were gone. Dalton would’ve noticed you were gone.”

You didn’t want to give his name as much power as you did, but your body tightened up hearing it. You didn’t correct him, instead opting to stare at the dark woods on the far end of the field, your eyes burning once more.

“Y/N,” you were a little surprised that he knew your name, and even more when he stood in front of you with the most gentle expression you’d ever seen, “what happened after school? How did you die?”

You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N slow burn story

Part 13:

A/N this part contains talks about sex (no smut just yet)

Summary: its Christmas and you try to find the perfect gifts for everyone including Wally, as you reminisce about Christmas of the past with your families. And you and Rhonda share secrets.

6 weeks later…

It’s been nearly 4 months since your deaths and its almost Christmas. Janet as informed you that they have a party and exchange gifts. You have spent the last couple of weeks getting everyone gifts trying not to think about that its your first Christmas since your death and also the first one without your family. The others were easy to get gifts for. You made Dawn a bracelet with things you found around the school with a 70s vibe you know she’d love. You found an old scientist book and worked to fix the broken pages to give to Janet. A kid dropped a new pair of Ray ban sunglasses that you thought Tommy would like. For Rhonda you were stumped for a while until you found a Walkman filled with songs from the 50s and 60s. The only person you were struggling to find a gift was for Wally. You’d actually already made his gift; you were working on it all year. It was a scrapbook filled with polaroids of you and him, on the holiday to Milwaukee, when he went to Minnesota for an away game and countless of other photos of you and him together. You worked so hard on it for so long that you are sad you will never be able to give it to him.  You wanted to give him the perfect gift. Wondering around the school when you noticed a storage room door that was unlocked. Weird you thought this door is always locked, you open the door made sure no one was around, you went in, shut the door behind you and turned the light on, to only see the room filled with yours and Wally’s belongings. This is the stuff your parents brought for your memorial; they mustn’t have picked it up. You look around the room and peeking out of a box was your scrapbook. Excitement washes over you. You didn’t even realise it was at your memorial and now it’s here to give to him. You exit the room making sure no one was there; you crept out of the room and went to the art room to find some paper to wrap it. You can’t believe your luck that you found it; I can’t wait to give it to him. You thought as butterflies swirled around in your stomach the nervous and the excited kind.

A week later and it was Christmas, a day you are normally so excited about for, you are sad. It was the first Christmas without your family. Right about now, Mary would be waking you up excitedly and run downstairs to open your presents and then you would get organized for Christmas lunch. Since your extended family live all over the country, you would have a small family lunch with Wally’s family. Memories of past Christmas’ fill your head as tears stream down your face, you wish you could be with them. You hadn’t even noticed Wally was sitting beside you on the couch in the library. “Merry Christmas, Darling.” He says when you finally acknowledge he was there. “Merry Christmas Walls.” You say as you wipe your tears away. “I know I miss them too but we at least we have each other, the others don’t have their friends and family.” He says back softly. “Yeah, your right I’m sorry it’s just hard. I um actually wanted to give your gift to you without the others if that, ok?” you ask moving your body to the side and crossing your legs on the couch. “I actually was going to ask you the same thing.” He replied.

 You hand him your gift as he unwraps it and a wide smile spreads over his face. “How did you do all of this?” he asked as he flipped through the pages. “I actually finished it the day before we died, and my parents must have brought it for the memorial. I found a storage room with the stuff from the memorial our parents mustn’t have picked it all up yet.” You reply as he continues to go through the scrapbook. “This might be the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Now we can see photos of our families whenever we want.” He says as he embraces you in a hug. “Thank you, Y/N, now open yours” he says as he hands over a small box. You open the box and see a beautiful gold pendant necklace, the same as his, engraved with Darling on the back of the pendant. “Walls, this is so beautiful. Where did you find this?” you ask as you put the necklace around your neck. “I found the storage room too and my mum must have brought this with her. I got this for you a while ago too.” He responded. “I love it, thank you.” You say as you give him another hug. “You know maybe we should go back in that storage room and get more of our stuff.” You said as you let go of the hug. “Oh, absolutely I mean when we pick things up its just a copy, the real stuff will still be there sour parents will know that no one has taken anything.” He says. “How about we check it out after the Christmas get together with the others?” you ask as he nods his head and walks to the library door and to the teachers’ lounge.

In the teachers’ lounge you all exchange gifts and eat food that Tommy took from the cafeteria. “What Christmas traditions you both have?” Janet asks as she bites down on a chocolate chip cookie. “Well since both our extended families live all over the country, our families normally get together and spend the whole day together.” Wally replied. “We would have lunch and then we would go out in the snow for the whole afternoon. My sister and I would team up against Wally in a snowball fight and of course we would win-““because its two against one and Mary has a mean throw” Wally says butting in as you and Janet laugh. “What if we do a snowball fight on the field? We can find some warmer clothes in the theatre.” Tommy adds. “I’m in. I can’t think of nothing more fun than throwing cold snow at you.” Rhonda says as she gives Tommy a mean look. You wondered what that was about, they were close at the Halloween dance.

Excitement fills your body. A day you thought would be so hard may turn into one of the best days you’ve had since you died. You all pile into the theatre storeroom and found some warm clothes and head to the football field. As you head out to the field you held back Rhonda, “Hey what was that going on between you and Tommy?” you asked knowing she will properly snap back and not say anything. She stops walking and says “I thought he liked me, but he was just using me for sex because he was horny. I should have never said yes when he asked.” She replied. “Shit that’s awful, I’m sorry he did that. Like what the fuck dude? Just jerk off to yourself if your horny like we all do.” You blurt out before you can even realise what you were saying. Before you can correct yourself, Rhonda says “And what’s got you all horny. It doesn’t have to do with a certain tall person with chocolate eyes does it.” “Shush” you say as everyone else isn’t that far ahead. “Ok, yes I like Wally. I’m actually in love with him.” You reply. “Yeah, I know it’s so fucking obvious, we all know it- well maybe expect Wally.” She says “And he’s not going to know, not yet anyways I don’t want to jeopardize our relationship when we are stuck here. What if I say I’m in love with him and he doesn’t back, I can’t lose him Rhonda I just can’t.” You say almost crying “Ok, chill Hun. It’s not a big deal” she says “It is to me. He means everything to me, and I can’t do whatever this ‘in between’ thing without him. Please don’t say anything, I’ll even throw all my snowballs at Tommy’s face for what he did” you respond. “I won’t but leave all the snowballs to me, I want to through them at his dumb face.” She says as you both laugh as you walk to the field. The game starts and the first one to throw a snowball was Rhonda in Tommy’s face, you both laugh as you continue throwing snowballs at each other even Mr Martin was joining in. for what seem like the first time in a really long time the other ghosts aren’t miserable on Christmas, they are having fun and you can’t help but feel joy seeing everyone enjoy themselves.

As the game finishes Janet comes up to you pointing towards your necklace. “That’s beautiful, Y/N where did you find it?” “Wally gave it to me for Christmas. We actually found a storage room filled with our things from our memorials that our parents haven’t picked up yet.” You reply. She reaches towards the necklace stopping before she touches it, waiting for your permission too, you nod, and she takes closer look at it. “It’s matching the one Wally has, right? And he engraved it too.” “Yeah, he has always called me Darling for as long as I can remember, and I have always liked his necklace, so he got me one to match.” You say while looking around you to make sure no one else was around. “I think that is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” She says as she lets the necklace go and hang back around your chest. “Have you given anymore thought about telling him how you feel?” she adds as she slips her arm around yours, linking you together. “Not yet, Rhonda thinks I should too but, I don’t know it’s hard” you say to her. “Oh, Rhonda knows too?” she questioned. “Yeah, I accidently blurted it out when I was comforting her about something.” You respond. “Anyways, she promised not to say anything. I want to really weigh the pros and cons of it all. Like yeah, we may be here forever and being with him for God knows how long, would be fucking incredible but also it could end in disaster, and I lose my best friend.” You add. Janet nods and embraces you in a hug. You were glad she was your friend, Rhonda too because you don’t have to bottle in your feelings anymore.  

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You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N slow burn story

Part 19:

 Summary: 

You confront your scar and realise that yours and Wally’s scars are connected. 

A/N for the next few chapters there will be season 2 spoilers. While I do take some of the plot points from the show, I have changed a few things so it’s not a complete copy of the show. 

You look down at your Walkman, it worked you’re in your scar or whatever we are calling this place but as you look around you are not in the parking lot. You are on the football field. You see the football team playing on the field, you can see the crowd in the bleachers and in seating around the field, the same as it was in 1983. Then you see Wally as he gets tackled, and you can hear his neck snap. The same scream leaves your body as last time. And you run to the field and see Wally his eyes wide open not moving. Suddenly, you were in the parking lot. You see yourself, Walkman in hand, tears streaming down your face complete unaware the car speeding towards you. Then BANG you see yourself get hit by the car and go over the car and you see yourself lay on the ground. 

That’s when you hear Wally -well his spirit - as he’s calling for you. He saw it all. The crash, the impact and your mom sobbing as she holds you. You almost forget for moment that you went in there for a reason. To find Mr Martin. You turn you attention away and look around. Trying to find him and nothing. Wait a minute, you through to yourself, how do you get out of here. Suddenly you can hear Wally’s voice. “Darling, I don’t know if you can hear me but I’m right here. I didn’t go anywhere. Charley went for help, but please Darling come back to me. To us.” 

You walk in the direction you entered, Walkman in hand, and then you fall to your knees. Sobbing as you relived not only yours but Wally’s death all over again. Wally rushes over to you on the floor and hugs you, relived you made it out. “Y/N, are you ok? I was worried sick. I- I” he mutters as tears fill his eyes. “I didn’t find him. He’s not in there.” You mumble into Wally’s chest. Wally lets go of the hug and puts his finger under your chin, looking in his eyes “I don’t care about that, I can about you and why you wanted to go in there?” he asked. “We all need answers from him and if my theory is right, he’s in one of these things.” You say. “What was it like in there?” he asked with concern in he voice. “Hell. I saw your death first then mine. I think because we died on the same day and how close we are, they are connected. I don’t know if the others are connected and that’s how Mr Martin can go in hiding for so long but ours are defiantly connected.” You whimper out as you cry remembering what you saw. “Fuck, you had to relive it all over again?” he asks as he wipes tears from your cheeks. “Yeah, I felt the same when I saw you die, that pain and fear all over again. And I saw your spirit when I witnessed my death and I saw the hurt on your face, everything.” You reply. Before Wally can respond, Charley appears with the others in tow, you and Wally get up of the ground. 

“Was he in there?” Tommy asks. “No. He could have been anywhere. Wally and mine are connected.” You say. “Wait how are they connected?” Maddie asks. “I think because we died on the same day and we are so close and we went through the same trauma, they somehow connected. So, if Wally was to enter his scar, he would witness his death and then mine again.” You reply. 

“This is so fucked. Mr Martin could be in any of our scars and even the loopers scars, how the fuck are we meant to find him?” Rhonda says angrily. “Hey, its ok we will figure out something. Its late how about we get some rest and re-group tomorrow?” you say as you try to calm her down. She nods as she gives you hug. You all head back into school and all go your separate ways. You needed some time to reel over what you just experienced. You head to the theatre to go on that couch you found in the storage room, then you remembered what happened last time when you went down there so you went to find Wally. He was talking to Tommy about something you can’t quite make out. “Hey, sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be in the theatre storage room.” And before you can leave Wally says, “I’m coming with you Darling.” “But I-“ “you may think you need some alone time but not happening I’m coming with you.” He interrupts you as he takes your arm into his and walks down the hall to the theatre. 

He lifts the hatch as you climb down the stairs and find the light. “Really, Walls I’m ok, go be with Maddie” you say trying to convince him to leave but also wanting him to stay. “Maddie can wait, my best friend just experienced her death for the first time and mine for a second time, there isn’t a chance in hell that I won’t be with you.” He says. “Ok, ok you can stay but I’m just warning you there’s only one couch in here and I plan on sleeping here.” You state to him. “Well, looks like we are sharing.” He said as he made his way to the couch with pillows you used last time. Joining him on the couch, silence fills the room until he asks. “If I go in my scar thing, will you wait for me?” without any hesitation you say “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, but you know you don’t need to. We can find him some other way without you reliving it.”

“Like you said, we all need answers from him and if he’s in hiding and I’m the only one that can go in there, I have to at least try.” He expressed. “It’s not going to be easy. What I saw, what you will see will be very traumatic. You feel it all over again. Everything Walls, if it wasn’t for your voice that directed me out of there, I don’t know what I would have done.” You say. “I can do it, I have to. I didn’t experience my death; I just know what you told me. I have to see it for myself.” He says as tears well in his eyes. “I will be there for you always Walls, even if I have to find my way in and relive it all again just to be with you, I would in a heartbeat.” You utter as you take his hand. You can feel your whole body feel hot as you hold his hand, wondering if he can feel it too. “Thanks Darling. Are you sure you want to sleep down here? Its creepy!” he says changing the subject. You drop his hand and put your in your lap. “It’s not that bad, I’ve experienced much worse.” You giggle. You both talk about anything to past time until you feel your eyelids getting heavy as you drift off to sleep. 

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