#maddie x rhonda

[amyyythestarry]

Omgomgomg-

School Spirits.

Is the best.

I heavily recommend it.

No spoilers, but nobody is telling me Maddie doesn’t have a harem.

[mcufan1066]

School Spirits ship

I like Maddie and Wally, but I ship Maddie and Rhonda. Xavier can go eat a bag of dicks.

[take-it-on-the-run]

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)

Read it on AO3!

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?”

[whoopsyeahokay]

Masterlist

October Sun

Wally Clark x fem!reader

you had a secret. one that you'd been sworn to keep since your first conscious thought. you hadn't planned on making your abilities known, but when devilishly handsome Wally Clark—died October 1983—accidentally reveals that your classmate and friend is among the community of ghosts haunting your high school, you throw caution to the wind. suddenly, you find yourself completely immersed in the mystery of Maddie's death while also at the mercy of a wayward lust connection between yourself and Wally, desperate to keep your head above water as your relationship to the spiritual world is tested.

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

below is the complete list of chapters of October Sun. you can also find all related content HERE as well as reformatted chapters on AO3.

~ 🧡👻

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10

PART 11 | PART 12 | PART 13 | PART 14 | PART 15

PART 16 | PART 17 | PART 18 | PART 19 | PART 20

PART 21 | PART 22 | PART 23 | PART 24 | PART 25

[blac-ivy]

School Spirits season 2 confirmed, apparently coming in their Autumn/Fall. I need y'all to show up and show out. I'm so excited.

[uchihashurin]

Posting some of my School Spirits fanart here

[nine-is-not-a-ten]

School Spirits SPOILERS

i just finished School Spirits

why didn't anyone warn me about the ending.

okay firST OF ALL WHAT THE FUCK

JANET DIDN'T FUCKING CROSS OVER? MR. MARTIN'S A BITCH? SIMON DOESN'T BELIEVE HER ANYMORE? AND WORST OF ALL:

SHE DIDN'T GET WITH WALLY??

simon is not worth it honey ;-;

[bisexualmultifandommess]

So, in the finale we find out that Maddie technically isn’t actually dead she was just pushed out of her body by Janet which means that eventually they could find a way to get her back to normal and set Janet back to being a ghost.

This means that Maddie will be back with her friends and will be alive but she’ll also not be able to stay with Wally or stay friends Rhonda and Charley 😭😭

I think for the first time ever I’m wishing that a character I love would stay dead lmao

[reporterleroux]

hey chat so low-key losing it rn

this may be such an obvious detail but i think about it so much that is definitely the flower from maddies dress that rhonda went through the effort of asking dawn to add, which imo seems very unlike her for the most part

lesbians your honour

[wallyclarksnewmom]

Btw this is the argument when Wally and Rhonda find out about Simon (in part)

Rhonda: Trying not to lose it in front of your crush?

Wally (yelling): Okay, you dont have to be mad at me Rhonda, I didnt do anything, be mad at [Charley]-

(Rhonda: I am mad at him!)

Wally: -you said you wouldnt bring that up again!

[crazy-together-cambria]

please tell me i’m not the only one who ships maddie and simon

[mcufan1066]

Maddie is Bi

I believe that Maddie is dating Wally, Rhonda, Dawn, and Mina. She's dead, so it's time for her to finally start living her life.

[take-it-on-the-run]

Just realized my mom was born around the same time fictional lover boy Wally Clark was (1965 ish) and I am without words.

[kings-paintbrush]

Nicole DEFINITELY has a crush on Maddie. The TWO WHOLE PAGES of her portfolio being of her, her being upset after being teased by them.

And GOSH, I felt so bad for Nicole (and everyone who wasn’t a ghost or Simon),, they had sm hope that Maddie was alive, like, poor Nicole. She’s just a baby fr.

and ngl… even I can’t deny that Maddie x Wally is cute. I did feel a LITTLEEE iffy that Simon was in love with Maddie. I just liked the idea of them staying best friends, yknow?

[imahoeforsokka]

NyQuil, Yoga Mats, and Golfcart Bowling

notes: i love them, also based on the fact that we learned ghosts can still get sick and stuff :)) also know i did not edit this before going to bed 🫡

Maddie sat in a random classroom watching the sunset. It was Friday, so she was without Simon for a few days. She was almost glad she wouldn’t have to think about her murder, even though she knew she couldn’t. It was like a single movie real in her head, constantly playing.

The sun was eventually gone, well as far as she could see. Pinks and oranges still littered the sky. She was lost in thought, staring at the sky, when she heard a not-so-quiet knock against the wooden door.

Wally stood there leaning against the door frame with a wide smile and glassy eyes. He look bad, well not bad, but sick.

Maddie lifted an eyebrow at him, “Are you okay?”

This seemed to through the guy off, he looked down at himself, “I thought I was?”

He walked over to the desk she was sitting on, and scooted next to her. She smiled the small smile she gave whenever he was being funny, stupid, sweet, etc.

“You sure?” she started, as she poked him on the nose, “you look sick, can ghosts get sick?”

“I don’t feel sick,” he frowned, the expression didn’t last long though, “ghost can get sick, but I haven’t ever.”

“Ever?” she questioned, Maddie didn’t believe him, he could tell by the look on her face.

“Ever.”

“I hate to tell you this hotshot, but your streak is coming to an end.” She felt his forehead, for dramatic effect.

“Blasphemy!” He yelled.

“Yeah you feel warm and everything.”

Wally put his own hand to his head, he was warm. Very un-ghost like. He frowned, which again didn’t last long, because Maddie laid her head on his shoulder.

“What do ghosts even do when we get sick?” She asked.

“Just dig around in the nurses office and suffer, but I wouldn’t know.”

“Right because you’ve never been sick.”

“Bingo.”

“till today.”

“Yea-no, I’m not sick!”

Maddie lifted her head and stared. He made eye contact immediately, excepting defeat with a sniffle.

“I’m sick.” He sighed.

“Yeah I know dumbass,” she stood from her spot on the desk, “let’s go to the nurses office.” She rolled her eyes and smiled.

Wally stood up and they started towards the hallway. They walked in silence for a moment. Before he dramatically hooked his arm around her shoulder and leaned on her, as if he was painstakingly ill.

“How will I ever go on,” he said, dragging his feet.

She attempted to shove him off, but to no avail, as he was to heavy, “Wally!” she laughed.

“Sorry Mads, I think I’ve got polio or something,” he shrugged, “can’t walk.”

They eventually made it to the nurses office, and she started digging through the drawers.

“Y’know you should’ve been a theater kid, you seem to have a love for the dramatics.” She picked up a bottle of NyQuil, “why would she have this?” Maddie mumbled to herself.

“Me? Dramatic? Never.” He said, laying back on the nurses cot-bed thing.

Maddie rinsed out the cup and poured a shot of NyQuil. Wally held it with a disgusted look on his face.

“Modern medicine is gross.”

“Just take it.” She said with an eye roll.

“Won’t it make me tired?”

“The suns down.” Maddie pointed to a window.

“It’s literally 6:30.” He counter pointed to a clock

“Oh my god, shut up and take it.”

He smiled, “you’re bossy.” He took it.

“I’m not bossy, I’m looking out for you.” She said, shoving his arm.

“Yeah, bossily.”

She rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile.

A few hours passed and sure enough he was tired, he did feel better though. Maddie stayed with him, as they wander around the school.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?” He asked.

Maddie had been moving from spot to spot, trying to find her ‘room’. Rhonda slept in the faculty lounge on the couch, Charley slept in some teachers office, and Wally started sleeping in the weight room a few decades ago when they installed it.

“I don’t know, definitely not on top of the lockers,” she said stretching her neck, “painful.”

He smiled, “been there.”

They kept walking and talking about whatever. Eventually finding their way to the weight room. Wally sat on his stack of yoga mats. Maddie sat down next to him.

“If you get passed the smell, I have the most comfortable room in the building.” He grinned laying back, patting the spot next to him. She laid back with him.

“I think you might be right.” She said, rolling on her side to look at him. He slid his jacket off and laid it over them.

“Crafty.” She joked. The jacket worked surprisingly well as a makeshift blanket.

“I’m good that way.” He smiled. His eyes looked sleepy and she though they looked pretty that way.

She couldn’t help but to push his hair out of his face. He glanced over at her, and she pulled her hand away. He almost grabbed her hand and put it back in his hair. He closed his eyes smiling a little, hoping she wouldn’t leave the room. She didn’t. He liked that. Wally put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her in a little, before fully dozing off.

After a little bit she debated getting up to let him sleep, and begrudgingly decided she shouldn’t bother him while he’s sick. She started to move, until his arm pulled her in a lot closer than before.

“Is this okay?” She asked.

“Yeah, stay.” He mumbled.

So she did. Maddie finally pulled her self fully against him. She easily fell asleep.

He woke up first. He found her laying there, burrowed into his chest. It made him glow, but god was it odd to see her look so at peace. He smiled to himself and looked at the clock on the wall.

8:37.

He wondered how late she usually slept in. He wondered if she’d be weird about this. He hoped not. He wondered if she’d do it again. He wondered if he was still sick.

9:03

Her eyes twitched a little, and her breathing got heavier. Maddie opened her eyes.

“Hey,” she said, “how long have you been up?” She sat up a little and rubbed her eyes.”

“Like 20 minutes.” He said, his voice was lower than usual.

“Is that your ‘I just woke up voice’ or ‘I’m super sick voice’?” She smiled, but he could see a bit of concern I her eyes.

“You tell me doc,” he grinned.

She felt his head again, “You feel more dead, so all better.”

He rolled his eyes with a small smile, and sat up.

“What do you want to do today, new girl?”

She thought for moment, “run things over with the golf cart?”

He smiled widely, “Yes ma’am!”

——

that was really fun but it is now 1 AM so.. yeah.

let me know your thoughts and theories on the show, and your thoughts on this and if you want more, i think i wrote maddie a little out of character but let me know lol

[olives-and-sunshine]

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If you have a question about whether I will write a character or in what way, feel free to ask.

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Parental

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Jessica Whitly ⭐

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