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#Wally Darling x female reader

tiredly101 · 1 year

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Hi! Can you do prompt 27 angst where the reader gets replaced by another newcomer and Wally forgets about her? It can be fem or gender-fluid reader.

Ooh, I like this request! So yeah I’ll write this for you anon!

Worst thing is she didn't hear

Pairing: Wally Darling x Replaced!Female reader

Part 2, Part 3,

Promp list of which the request came from!

Illustrated Au, picture doesn’t belong to me! R/n stands for random name peeps!

F/n has always loved Wally Darling, the resident sweetheart and Wally loved her, the thing is that both were just to scared to confess or even try which lead to F/n getting her heart broken.

It a started with a new neighbor, their name was R/n and they were the neighborhood sweetheart. Of course F/n was happy that a new neighbor joined the quaint little town but she couldn't avoid the pit she felt everytime Wally would blow her off for R/n, it was almost as if he was replacing her and maybe he was, trying to move on from something they both were to scared to begin in the first place.

Months happened since F/n last talked to Wally and it was too painful to watch him being so happy with someone else so she decided to do the only thing that was left to do and that was leaving. She made her bags and started saying goodbye to her neighbors, Frank pulling her to the side to ask the reason of her parting.

"It hurts to much to see him with them Frank... I know I should be happy for them, I really do, but it was supposed to be me... It was supposed to be Wally and I but this is for the best! I have been putting to the side visiting my hometown for long enough," said F/n while hugging Frank, with a teary goodbye they parted ways but F/n knew that as soon as that train started it's way she would forget the little town and she would never see Wally Darling again but... She had to get away.

"Worst thing is she didn't hear Wally scream for her to not leave him..."

Hope you liked it Anon!

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fandomobbsessedb · 1 year

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Yandere!Wally Darling x Female Reader.

Summary: Reader goes for a stroll in the woods on the edge of The Neighborhood when it starts to feel like somethings wrong, when something tells them they’ve done all this before

AN- This is my first shot at a “Welcome Home” one-shot and I really hope that it turns out decent lol

Key: P/F= Preferred Flowers

TW: Manipulative behavior!!. Very descriptive setting/ other worldly feelings/ out of body feeling.

⚪️🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣🔴🟠🟡🟢⚫️

Breathing in the bittersweet and earthy tones of the hearty oak trees around you, your feet continue their walk on the colorfully (soft?) road. In your right arm a basket from Julie, you had been at her house to help her with a new garden set up and in return she gifted you a bouquet of (p/f)!

In your left hand you where periodically smelling the crazy rose you found growing alone a few feet away from all the other single colored roses, the outside petals where a beautiful royal blue and the inside was a dark hellish black. For some odd reason you saw it and just couldn’t stop thinking of the Darling, your darling, Wally Darling. You and Wally have been a thing for as long as you could remember. You’ve always lived in Home with him, you two are rarely apart, always attached at the hip.

You tried racking your brain as to how this crazy flower reminded you of him, maybe because it was so different, and to you Wally felt different. It would make sense you see him differently than the rest, he’s your love.

An odd feeling drew you from your thoughts, the pressure of a hard ground beneath your feet, and not the comfortable cradling one it was just in. Looking around you came to your senses and realized you where into the forest now, the colorful road long gone, you couldn’t even tell how far from it you where. Inspecting your surroundings it not only felt like you where looking around, but like something was watching you back, part of you wanted to believe it was watching you to keep you safe, but you knew it wasn’t real…..

You always asked Wally to go on pic-nic’s in the forest but he would steer you far far from the tall woods.

Thinking you could find your way back on your own you turned around and tried to go back the way you came. As you went on it felt like not only the ground was hard, but the sticks on the trees seemed harder than the soft squishy ones you would throw to Barnaby. Instead of the comfy rounded ends that would bump into you to make you aware of their presence, these sticks felt harsh and pokey, almost like they where grabbing at you with hands that belonged to the bodies the eyes inhabited and were pulling at your pretty mini rainbow dress that complimented your Wally.

Continuing your trek into the woods you started to realize little by little the odd changes. The air felt thick and muggy… you thought your eyes where tricking you, on the very edges of the trees and the bushes there was a darkness barley peeking it’s head out of hiding, just around your pupils… the sounds of the birds and bugs started to dull out into a sharp pitched sound, like when your dancing with Wally late into the night and your radio channel ends with a sharp sound that Wally quickly turns off, only exposing you for a spilt moment…

The basket in your arms feeling heavier then before, looking down to see the reason…. Your whole bouquet was wilted, all your pretty flowers you where going to show Wally… they where all dead, looking to the rose in your other hand the world around you started to spin, now instead of seeing it as your love, it made you feel sick, staring at the black center it consumed your eye sight, feeling like a black hole you where falling into.

You dropped the rose unable to move any other part of your body, the sharp brain warping sound filing your head, now not being able to feel anything, you slowly painfully lift your head to look around, there no more sounds, no more colors, no more dimension-

The trees are black lines filled in with a dark color that’s pulling you towards their gravity only for another to shove you in the opposite direction, the ground trips you even more off your trail as it looks like grey sand, slipping all over the floor. It doesn’t help when your already trying to get your way back. Everything started to move, the trees swayed almost animated… the bushes jumping up and down like an old cartoon, and then you, not even able to find a grip, because everything shocks you like static. A distorted voice coming from the trees breaks you out of your spin-

“Oh Mrs.Darling… My darling… haven’t we been through this already…. You can’t leave….. didn’t you learn that the first 3 times you tried this…..?”

Flashes of a bright white light blinding your vision and threw you in all sorts of directions, shapes and colors started to make pictures in your head.

A woman brushing a small girls hair into their favorite style

A bigger teenage boy throwing the smaller infant into the air and watching them giggle with joy…

A father and mother hugging the now ten year old child as a congratulations for making it to the next grade…

The older teenager who was once the child spending the day with their friends doing the things they all love…

The young adult once teenager hugging their parents in their soon to be filled apartment….

The grown woman sitting down after a long tiring day at their job, turning on the tv to watch a comforting show, the same, friendly, neighborly, bright colored show that kept them captive for hours.

a SNAP broke you from the visions and the warmth and comfort of your felt covered world came rushing back to you as you where almost blinded when the color seeped back into everything. Almost like time had been rewound to before you got lost from the road.

The stick that had just gave out beneath your foot being the only thing to assure you that what you had just been through was real. You took a step backward trying to catch your breath, feeling like something was gripping your lungs, the hands from the sticks grown into monstrously large and round hands squeezing every big of oxygen from squishy lungs, wringing them out like a water filled cloth. The ground giving out beneath you and throwing you back, almost like a million arms pushing you back towards your captivity.

Tumbling down the hill it’s impossible for you to hurt yourself, he made sure of that. Just the shock of everything that recently happened, you opened your mouth to scream but you weren’t even sure if anything came out…

You hit the bottom of the hill feeling your basket crush under your heavy body, the squished flowers ruining your dress, as you just lay there breathing, catching your breath, you hear light footsteps coming up to you. Pushing yourself up with all of your leftover strength your able to sit up, using your hips to cradle the rest of your upper anatomy you just look around.

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“Oh my- DARLING!! Oh, are you alright?” Wally scrambled over to you with concern.

You’re standing in front of a flower field, turning around to face him he gasped and paused where he was standing. “Oh love, what happened?” Words escaped your mouth before you could form them, you couldn’t speak- your dress was torn up, your pretty little flower basket crushed, your hair undone from the pretty braids Wally had done that morning.

“I….. I Uhm…… I don-“

What had happened….. did you pass out? Yeah… yeah that must be it, how else could you explain your state.

“I was helping Julie and I must’ve passed out on my way back to Home” placing your hand on your head wiping off……….. sand? You shook out your dress as best you could and as the dress seemed to get rid of the sand it was gone the minute your eyes met it.

“Oh Darling you where never at Julie’s house.” Wally said with that calming smile.

“I wasn’t?” Looking down to your dress you saw that it was torn up and soggy but no remnants of your ruined flowers.

“There was a huge rainstorm, you came out to collect your gardening tools so they wouldn’t get ruined, that was 15 minutes ago I’ve been frantic.” He stated with a downward worried gaze going to embrace you.

Placing your head to his chest feeling the soft comforting warmth you always have, feeling so tired from……….. the storm, your ready to give out.

“Oh Darling your dress is all ruined, and your face is all muddy, oh my poor love, let’s go inside and get you cleaned up so we can head to bed, don’t worry my darling I’ve got you………. I won’t let you go………”

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n̶̹̝̰͈̪̪̟̻̓̽̂̿̽̑̋o̷̬̮̩̣̭̫͂̔͌̀̏̀̌̔̔̅̚ţ̸̙͇̤̻͉̖̖̜͇̫̩͉͎̮͒͑̑̄̃̾̓̅̆̀͘ͅh̸͓̰͕̙̖͚̩̦͐̅̽̄͗͑͂i̶̛̦̺̼̖̠͕̦͍̲͑͊̋̄̂̅͗͐͊̀̎͑̿͠ǹ̵̨̢̖͉̗̗͎̜̥̮͈̝̲͛̊̑̋̌̕͜͜g̴̲͚͉̱͍͍̰͓͖̝̩̠̩̔̅͋̌̐̒̂͌̏̀̔̈́̅͆̑ ̶͖̱̱̠̔̑̀̉̏̌̓̄͆̎͑̈̃͜i̵̖̬̻̦̤̗͎̙̅͜s̴̠͙̥͕̯̬͙̺̦̻̤̓̓̆͑̀̂̕̕̕͜͝ ̷̧̢͉͇̲̠̲̞͈͍̣͙͎͌͊̌͂̎̓̑͊̈́̈́͒̚̚m̴̢͕͈̿͗̌̈́̾̇͛͑̐͛̽́̕͝͠ö̵̧̧̡͇́v̸̨̞̱͖̪̳͓̭̮̥̲͎͓̀̉̽͘į̴̡̧̬̯͍͕̩̟̳͉̱̪̭̀̀́̌͂̐̃̒̌͜͝ṇ̵͍͖̼̳̪̏̽̋̾̀̍̈g̶̰̣͂͂́̍͊̂͆̎̏͠ͅ ̶̩̥͚̖̓̀̍̑͐̍͆̂͊̋̏̈́͊͝

Opening your eyes your now at your vanity in your room, Wally’s brushing out your hair. Your wearing your matching blue pajama set.

“There we go my beauty, all cleaned up” he placed his hands on your arms and laid his head atop yours.

“Look at my pretty darling, my beautiful darling.” He sighed out kissing the top of your head then turning you around so that he may hold you just as he did in your garden.

Letting him go you spin around happily and throw yourself onto his side of the bed, giggling you see Home wave the cupboard doors around and shiver the room a bit. Wally chuckles a bit and lies down with you, all three of you sighing out in content, Home simply expanding the room a bit almost in a relaxed state.

“Goodnight Wally”

“Goodnight my darling” as you lay together you gaze into his eyes, thinking about how beautiful the color of his eyes would be as a flower…

#welcome home puppet show #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home x reader #x reader #female reader #home welcome home #wally darling x reader #flowers

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tiredly101 · 1 year

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Worst thing is she didn't hear part 2

Pairing: Wally Darling x Replaced!Female reader

Part 1, Part 3,

Illustrated Au, picture doesn’t belong to me! R/n stands for random name peeps! Took my time writing, still have a bunch of request to answer but here you go!

It has been years since last time Wally saw F/n, he couln’t find her no matter what he did. Or that is at least what he thought…

Wally was walking down the street of Welcome Home and was surprised to see a new path that took him somewhere that wasn’t the forest but somewhere new. Curiosity picked at him in an almost annoying way but he didn’t try to ignore it and so he followed the path.

Wally walks what feels like hours until he stumbles into a beach, he really doesn’t remember a beach ever being there but his attention is throw towards the black and white house that was there but with striking resemblance to F/n’s so he walks towards the house and opens the broken door making the door let out an awful pitched noise but Wally ignores it and carries on.

Wally enters with doubt but soon regret feels him since static starting sounding in his ears but he carried towards the living room recognizing it, it was exactly like F/n’s… he walked on until he ran towards F/n’s room where he saw her sitting against a wall with her head down, like a rag doll.

“F/n! I’m so glad I found you…,” started saying Wally to stop talking all together, F/n seemed dull. Her once bright colors faded into whites, blacks and grays, her eyes looked empty, in one of her legs were sewed the words “R/n replace” and her arms and legs had strings thrown in the floor as if she was ripped multiple times and sewed again, but her lips were sewed into a smile making Wally’s own smile fall.

“Oh, what happened to you my darling?”

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#welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally darling x female reader #tiredly jackie writes #tiredly jackie replies

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lahazywriter · 10 months

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Meet and Greet (Reboot Wally x reader)

Inspired heavily by the TikTok made by @bloodrediscream. Love your work!!!

The convention center was vibrant as ever. People in costumes, food stalls, art booths and even meet and greets. My eyes got lost in all the banners advertising the meet ups for different celebrities, artists, and creators, while my smile grew wider as I recognized a few names that I didn't see last time I checked the schedules. I felt an aggressive pull on my hand dragging me back to reality. My smile faded as I saw the annoyed look on his face.

If he's going to have an attitude all day why did he join me. I fought back the urge to roll my eyes and continued forward. "This is amazing! So many of my favorite creators are here!" I looked up at my boyfriend hoping to rub off some of my excitement on him.

He just looked down at me and shrugged, his face remaining annoyed. I released a heavy sigh and pulled my hand away from his. "I think I'm going to explore on my own. We can meet back up in a couple hours," I held up my phone while walking away. "Just text me, when you're ready."

I spent the next hour perusing the aisles of all the different booths. There were so many ideas in one spot it would take me the entire week to go through everything. Even with that much time I still have doubts that I'd get through all of it. I felt a vibration in my pocket and took out my phone. I had 3 missed calls and 17 messages. I didn't hold back the eye roll and set my phone to 'Do Not Disturb' after sending a message of where I was.

The crowd for this Meet and Greet was insane. There were girls screaming, some crying, all were hourding the lines to the booth. My curiosity got the best of me as I joined the line wanting to see what all this commotion was about.

To my surprise the line was moving smoothly. It didn't take long until I could read the banner that said Welcome Home, each letter having it's own color. The name sounded familiar, I remember reading about a reboot of it happening a little while back. I recalled babysitting for my boyfriend's siblings and how they'd beg for me to put this show on. I racked my brain to remember any specific episode but nothing was coming to mind.

"NEXT" the loud voice shook me to my core. My thought bubble was abruptly popped as I stumbled to move forward. I looked at the security guard as he ushered me to go past the velvet rope he had undone. I felt panic erupt inside me. When did I get to the front? Who am I even meeting? I don't have anything for them to sign.

I tried to calm myself down with deep breathes as I moved closer to the table. My calming methods were immediately ruined as I looked at the man at the booth. I felt blush warm up my cheeks. He was devishly handsome, I couldn't blame the girls I saw earlier. He had messy blue hair, that had been done up in an old hair style. His rsmile was sweet but his eyes…those are a different story. For some reason I felt as if he was looking directly through me, reading my thoughts, trying to uncover my soul. It sent a cold shiver down my spine.

I laughed off my nervousness and tried to avoid his eyes. He cleared his throat and spoke.

"Hello neighbor! Thank you for coming to the meet and greet! Do you have something for me to sign?" He sounded tired. His delivery was perfect almost as if he just started the day and his energy was at it's peak, but I could feel the exhaustion behind it.

"You look tired."

"Excuse me?"

My eyes widen at my mistake, I felt my face flush and grow warm. I wanted to rip out my voice box and stomp on it so I could never speak again. Instead the word vomit began.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking and a thought slipped through. You look wonderful, not exhausted. Very handsome. Just great, perfection even. Oh you have pictures, can I have one?" I picked one of the photos off the table, and handed it to him. He signed it quickly before giving me a smile bright enough to grow flowers. "I hope your day is going well…Wally."

He chuckled before responding. "Of course it is, I get to meet all my wonderful supporters and fans." He held out his hand for me to shake and I did so.

"Well, to be honest. I've never actually watched your show."

"Oh?" Wally stopped moving his hand and looked at me with confusion. I felt my hands start to get clammy. I tried to gently pull my hand away but Wally held it firmly.

"B-but I am definitely a fan and will be binge watching it as soon as I get home. Thank you for time!" I finished shaking his hand and waved before leaving the booth. I wanted to die from embarrassment. Why did I even go up there? I've never even sat down and watched his show in it's entiretity. I ran a hand through my hair to calm my never ending thoughts. I looked at the picture of himself that he signed.

"Show me your smile" - Wally Darling

His signature was perfection, I wouldn't believe he didn't just copy and paste it 1000 times over if I didn't see him sign it right in front of me. Did I smile at all when I went up there or did I just stand there like a fool? Wait. Why did I care? I have a boyfriend. Oh shit I have a boyfriend. I pulled out my phone, over 30 missed calls. I immediately called him back. He picked up on the first ring, and started yelling at me through the speakers, why didn't I answer him, why was I ignoring him, blah blah blah. I held my heavy sigh back and told him where I was. He responded by hanging up the phone. I looked at the ended call for moment before putting it back in my pocket, I guess that means he was coming to me.

There was more fangirling happening, as a bunch of girls started forming a circle around who I can only assume to be Wally. I looked over there and he appeared to be singing and dancing to Shakira. I almost burst out into laughter, at how good it was. Guess there's a pretty good reason why he's on television. It was a cute sight. I sighed and looked at my autographed photo again. Wally Darling. Show you my smile? I looked up from my picture to see where he had gone, and found him in the middle of a crowd. I looked at the picture again before looking back up. To my surprise, he was already looking at me. His eyes were half lidded and as piercing as ever. The cold shiver came back as he looked at me. At least I thought he was. Without realising I followed the command on my autograph and gave him a smile, or his general direction at least.

I shook my head at my delusions and began to walk away to find my boyfriend. At least I can say I met THE Wally Darling. I see my boyfriend hanging around the booth selling drinks when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and see Mr. Darling himself standing before me. I gave him a wave and a confused look.

"Uh hi? Did your meet and greet end?"

"No, but I forgot to add something to your autograph. Couldn't let you get away without it."

"Oh. I didn't realise." I handed him back the photo trying not to linger on the idea of our fingers brushing against each other. I watch as he quickly scribbles something in one of the corners. He doesn't hand the photo back and instead he gives me a sly grin.

"So are you single? Did you come here by yourself?" He looks at me with those same piercing eyes. I wanted to say yes really badly. Which is awful. I mentally slapped myself to restart my thinking process. It took me a moment to answer but by the time I could string together a sentence, my boyfriend had already found me. He put a hand on my shoulder and tried to look as intimidating as possible. I rolled my eyes and shrugged his hand off my shoulder. I looked at Wally with an apologetic smile.

"No, I'm not."

Wally didn't respond, his gaze was on my boyfriend. It felt sinister like he was trying to kill him with a look. I mentally laughed at the idea. I'm just overthinking things. I nudged my boyfriend in the side, so he would stop this dick sizing contest. Wally finally tore his gaze from my boyfriend and looked at me with a smile. He handed me my photo, it had one of the corners folded in. He gave me a quick wink before turning on his heel and heading back to his booth. I turned around and noticed my boyfriend had went back to the drinking booth. I started to walk over to him, and unfolded the corner of my autograph. My internal thermometer broke as I saw the 10 digit number followed by xo. I folded the entire photo and put it into my pocket.

"That was some meet and greet."

#welcome home #wally darling #reboot wally #i did this instead of sleeping #x reader #female reader

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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darling ; 18+

requested by ; an ao3 user (20/06/23)

word count ; 1344

content ; painting as foreplay, praise, sort of sensation play, implied sex

fandom ; welcome home

pairing ; wally darling x female reader

read also on ; ao3

note ; playfellowxxx is the tag created by clown and the team for nsfw content — please block it if this isn’t something you want to see

additional note ; potentially ooc wally as this is my first smut shot featuring him lol — this was also written at like 8am over 30 mins so that might have contributed

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Being vulnerable with your partner came as easily as breathing to you — his gentle words and soft gaze as natural and soothing as a cool, babbling brook on a hot summer day or as welcomingly as a warm blanket on a cold winter evening. He was an artist and saw beauty in everything — from the fluttering wings of the butterfly that flitted in front of your faces to the curve of a friends’ smile to something as small as a fingerprint.

And never before had this trait of his been as obvious and endearing as it was now. Now that you were laid bare before him, nude body sprawled out on a blanket that neither of you minded losing, whilst he hummed in that same old way and mixed some body safe paints onto his palate. You’d seen him carefully pick up and inspect each bottle before picking out what he deemed as the most acceptable shades and turning to you — that same old smile on his face that never failed to leave your stomach fluttering with those butterflies he loved to paint.

‘I think I’ll start from the top,’ he mused, more to himself that anyone else, before kneeling down beside your head and smoothing out your hair, ‘are you okay?’

You hummed in approval and smiling against his lips when he leaned down to give you a chaste kiss — a smile that remained even as he pulled away. He had always been a worrier, even when you had been the one to propose something (as you had this), so his questioning was far from a shock — in fact you’d almost been expecting more of it.

Though, thankfully, your Darling wasn’t in much of a mood to delay your fun and quickly began to mix up his paints — and you were barely able to contain your excitement.

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An ocean of asters sprung up from the edges of your lips and wormed their way up above your eyes with intricate interlocking stems that you could barely feel as they were painted. A garden of purple buds and blossoms that was quickly framed by a chain of baby’s breath that dipped in and out of your hairline.

Then he moved on to your throat: splotches of daintily dotted white popping like fireworks against the sky of your skin. His brushwork more dotty than consistent as he didn’t bother drawing their stems, instead focusing on the blossoms himself as he adjusted the colours with each new press of the tip against your neck.

After that came your chest and collarbone, with which he took great care. Mixing calla lilies with camellias of pink, red and white — a bouquet of attraction that sprouted from the swells of your breasts and wound upwards and over your collar and shoulders. A display that left no skin uncoloured, undecorated, unloved whilst he offered more and more praise with each stroke of the brush.

‘I love you,’

‘You’re so beautiful, did you know that?’

‘Perfect,’

‘You’re doing so well,’

And, when you whimpered at the innocent brush of his fingertip across your nipple when he went to correct the paint, he smiled and chuckled. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you when we’re finished,’

Your stomach and sides were adorned with blossoming carnations — wedding white that faded into pink and then deep red as he approached the apex of your thighs. Pure love to a promise of remembrance to a deep love that echoed through his sweet touches and his reassuring words — promises you knew he’d keep (he always did) but that left you terribly wanting nonetheless.

Words crafted as beautifully, as intentionally, as the artwork that now adorned your body that was growing and twisting and almost taking on a life of its own as he continued to work and promise and praise and touch. Leaving no room for doubt as he decorated you.

‘You can ask me to stop if you’d like. Hm? No? Alright, but remember that you always have the option,’

‘Your beauty is astounding,’

Explaining the meaning of each flower as he painted its petals upon your flesh — your stomach, then your thighs. Leaving your head spinning, chest heaving, as he was so close — so very close — and yet still he made you wait. Making you listen to his adoration as he illustrated his affections onto your body itself.

If you’d have been a bit more patient then the romance of the gesture would have left you speechless.

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Red chrysanthemums; I love you. He had those flourishing in the depths of your stretch marks.

Daisies; loyal love. Those decorated the circumference of your thighs in delicate chains that tickled as they were applied.

Gardenias; you’re lovely. Their blossoms, detached, free-floated around your knees.

Heliotrope; devotion. Deep purple splotches nestled into the crease where your legs met your body, tantalising centimetres away from where you needed him.

Morning glories; affection. Dotted along the inner side of your calves, each placed on a spot he kissed as he made his way further and further down your body.

Red tulips; passion. He dotted them around your ankle, their stems intertwined with yellow tulips (sunshine in your smile) and yarrows (everlasting love) for good measure.

Red salvias; forever mine. The final flowers he painted, which decorated the outline of your sex with a beautiful array of peaking blossoms and buds that made you giggle and keen as they were applied to your sensitive skin.

Then, finally complete, Wally placed his palate to one side and stood back to admire his handiwork whilst you admired him in return: blue hair dishevelled and partially hanging over his face in tendrils of deep beautiful blue that he hadn’t bothered to put back in place; cardigan discarded and white sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his wrists and hands covered in splotches of colour that matched the mess made of his striped pants; the satisfied smile on his face as his eyes looked you over from ankle to crown — lingering on your exposed, decorated pussy for a few beats before moving upwards once again to meet you own needy, inquisitive gaze.

‘You look amazing,’ he finally offered, his words making you smile as you ushered him over.

‘Thanks to you,’

Once he was close to your level, you grasped his collar and pulled him into a kiss so passionate that it stole the breath from his lungs and neatly had him stumbling over his own legs as he hurriedly knelt down to meet you. You felt him gasp against your lips as he took a moment to adjust before he tilted his head to the side and deepened it — one paint covered hand flying to the back of your head as his fingers tangled themselves in your hair, his other reaching down to both steady you at your waist and keep himself up right as he shuffled between your spread legs.

For a moment you almost felt guilty about so many hours of work going to waste — you’d seen your reflection, after all, and Wally had done a fantastic and very detailed job. But that guilt evaporated mere moments later when you were forced to break the kiss and you saw how worked up your beloved had gotten: dilated pupils, panting breaths, parted lips and a string of saliva connecting you two that broke the moment you rushed forwards and captured his lips in another, even messier kiss.

No longer guilty about the paint not having the time to dry as he lowered you down to the floor and settled between your decorated thighs. No longer guilty about the amount of paint you were sure to get on his clothes as he rubbed his hardening dick against your wet, neglected pussy and you both moaned. No longer guilty about the artwork only lasting a matter of minutes when one of his hands left your hand reached between you to start clumsily rubbing at your clit.

No longer guilty because it was clear that he wanted to make a mess as much as you did.

#sleepingdeath #playfellowxxx #female reader #female reader smut #smut #welcome home smut #welcome home x reader #wally darling smut #wally darling x reader #minors dni #minors fuck off #minors don’t touch

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annaberunoyume · 1 year

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A most cute, charming encounter in the woods (Drunk!Wally Darling x Fem!Giant!Naga Reader)

(Drunk!Wally wandered a little too far into the woods near the Neighborhood…He suddenly bumps into something reddish-pink. It's

a huge, gigantic serpent tail. He seems surprised, but drunkness

keeps him from being afraid. He hugs it.)

Female!Giant!Naga Reader (or Genderneutral, if you prefer. up to you. I shall write it with fem! pronouns, but you may imagine yourself as you, as well. ^^):

Hmmm? (She raises her head, feeling something touching the tip of her tail) A mouse? Hmmm…I could use a mouse… (She gets ready to strike, but stops abruptly when she sees Wally just blissfully hugging her tail. She slowly wraps the tip of her tail around him, in tilted confusion, lifting the oddity up to her eyes.)

You're not a mouse?

Drunk!Wally: (Just notices now that he is up. He looks at the tiny coil around him. He then looks up…And in utter awe…Curious (eye color) eyes looks back at time. He is in rapture at such beauty) Are…Are you a goddess?

Fem!GiantNaga!Reader: No…(she smiles, tilting her head) Are you a mouse?

Drunk!Wally: Hahahahaha! No! (he looks at his bottom) Do I look like I have a tail? (hips)

Fem!Giant!Naga!Reader: Hahaha, no. Are you a human?

D!Wally: Not…exactly. I'm a puppet-man…I suppose.

Fem!G!Naga!Reader: Hehehe, one thing for sure, you're a cute oddity.

D!Wally: (Twirls his hair in shyness, Blushing orangy-red) Hehehe…You're quite the pretty one, y-yourself…

Fem!G!Naga!Reader: (Just smiles warmly. She smiles as Wally yawns, rubbing his eyes)

D!Wally: Pardon me, my lady…I had a long, fun night…(He rubs his eyes)

Fem!G!Naga!Reader: I can see that…Maybe I can keep you company while you sleep…(She moves her face closer to Wally) You may even enjoy a goddess's lullaby… (She flutters her eyes)

D!Wally: (Smiles, blushing, enamoured and twitterpatted) Mmmm…I would…For sure… (He folds his arms under his head, lying it sideways atop the coil around his chest, an adorable, sleepy, blissful smile, on his face.)

Fem!G!Naga!Reader: Hmm… (singing) Heaven's gift to me, just the way you are, a new age child from a distant star…It feels so good just to be so close to your love, you are Heaven's gift to me… (She gently wraps a coil around his wait and thighs, in a chaste way, just to keep him warm) You are so sweet and pure just the way you are…Mama's previous jewel, Daddy's rising star, there's so much in life for you to see… (Wally hums in utter bliss. He can almost feel her voice gently vibrate on him) And so much to be, you are Heaven's gift to me…

(The Naga la-las into the night as she makes her way towards the Neighborhood. After a spell…She reaches it. Home looks at her with wary, almost angry eyes. They both have an unspoken conversation. The Naga understands that that tiny puppet-man is very important to that Home. She takes a bow and gently lies the sleeping Wally on the ground at Home's door.)

I simply wish to bring him Home, Madam. Good night. (She slowly slithers away to the woods. Home opened her door and gently takes Wally inside with her goo.)

THE END

Lullaby that reader sang in this story:

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speckle-meow-meow · 1 year

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If you aren't busy can we see a Frank from welcome home with a fem reader who's like Shinobi from demon slayer (if you don't know, she's kinda a cold person who hides her emotions well because she lost her older sister, but she heavily reminds me of a butterfly) but reader breaks down after finding out her jacket ripped while she was hanging with one of the gang.

{All I’m gonna say about this is this isn’t platonic nor romantic, interpret this how ever you will}

You and Frank were great friends, you’d always hang out. I think Frank was drawn to you because of your butterfly-like nature.

You all were hanging out

Barnaby was running around catching a ball Wally threw

Julie and Sally were playing tag

Poppy and Howdy were preparing food

And you, Eddie, and Frank were sitting at a picnic table talking about different subjects

Then all of a sudden Barnaby ran past you accidentally dragging you with him and tearing your haori

Frank and Eddie were the first two people to get up and run to you

Then everyone gathered around you asking you all these questions

But you were on your knees holding your haori

You slowly got up and politely excused yourself speedingly walking to your home trying to hold back tears

You were crying while sewing your haori apologizing to Kanae

The Haori you decided to wear today was your older sisters

You inherited it when she passed away

It took so long to wash all that B̴̢̠̋̊͑̈̾̑̊͒͗̽l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓d̴̨̢̤̗̦͚̺̭̤͙̹̃̕ off it

After finishing the patch-up you heard a light but noticeable knock at the door

It was Frank

He came to check up on you

You decided to let him in

He consoled you about your haori and comforted you the best he could

Which included hugs, words, and facts about butterflies

You fell asleep leaning on his shoulder which made him stop talking

He picked you up and put you to bed

Hoping that tomorrow will be a better day for you.

{Thank you anon for requesting Frank! I honestly don’t see a lot of him or any other characters in ‘x reader’ fics! But as always hearts and re-blogs are welcomed along with requests and questions}

#x reader #Female!reader #fluff #comfort #frank welcome home #Frank Frankly #Frank Frankly x reader #Welcome home #welcome home x reader #Wally darling #julie joyful #poppy partridge #sally starlet #eddie dear #howdy pillar #Platonic? romantic? you decide

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dervampireprince · 9 months

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ASMR | Welcome Home - Wally Darling x Listener SFW Wally Comforts You When You're Sick

[M4A] [Sick listener] [Comfort] [Phone call] [Some spookiness relating to Home] [Ambiguous as to whether you're another puppet neighbour or if you're a real person]

Well... This was a long time coming. I was unsure about voicing Wally because while I will not be making spicy audios of him, I felt that even just making sfw audios of him when I also make non-sfw content might be toeing the line of Clown's boundaries. But since Clown put out their statement about spicy content I feel able to make these audios, though again I will not take requests for spicy content and I will not be taking commissions to voice Wally as I feel like that would go against Clown's fanwork boundaries. Please please if you like Welcome Home or you are curious about what it is, check out the Welcome Home website, support Clown on Ko-Fi, I personally recommend Night Mind's videos if you want an explanation to what Welcome Home to help you understand the website. And yeah. Here's the littlest goober himself. This audio post and the download are public posts on my Patreon to adhere to Clown's fanwork guide about not wanting others to sell merch, I know this audio isn't the same as putting fanart on RedBubble for example, but still as I don't want to cross any of their boundaries this audio download is public and free, but still posted on Patreon so this can continue to be a complete archive of my audios.

Custom audio commissions are open! Full spicy audios on sound gasm and Patreon. Downloadable versions and exclusive spicy audios on Patreon. I also stream on Twitch 3 times a week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x listener #welcome home #imagine #imagines #x reader #y/n #yn #the vampire whispers #reader insert #female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #nonbinary reader #Youtube

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tiredly101 · 1 year

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Worst thing is she didn't hear part 3

Pairing: Wally Darling x Replaced!Female reader

Part 1, Part 2,

Illustrated Au, picture doesn’t belong to me! R/n stands for random name peeps! Anyways enjoy the angst!

Wally picked up F/n up but she was limp, almost as if she had never had a life in the first place and the thought made his cartoon heart clench in pain. He carried her all the way to the door but when he tried to step outside he saw how the loose strings suddenly became stiff and started pulling her back from his grasp but he was persistent, he wasn’t about to leave her behind so he used all his strength and eventually, after what felt like hours of struggle, he managed to pull her out of the house.

Wally sighted in relief and carried F/n, walking back through the path he came from and looking at her. His eyes drifted to the scars in her arms and legs made by the strings but his eyes always went back to the stitched smile on her face. It looked painful and he hated the fact that she had “tattooed” in her leg that R/n was her replacement.

His eyes open in shock when he saw F/n stir softly in his arms, as if getting comfortable, but he smiled weakly when he saw her, not dull anymore, eyes stare into his. His smile dropped completely when tears started flowing down her cheeks since they weren’t the normal transparent but a soft black color.

“C’mon darling, hold on… we are close to Home,” said Wally softly but was shocked when F/n started shaking and trying to get out of his grasp, as if she was scared of the house. She did indeed manage to fall on the ground and crawled her way to Wally’s, red apple tree, painting spot. He walked to her slowly and sat next to her, he waited for her to talk but she didn’t. Wally looked at her and saw her point slowly at her sewed shut lips, he could have swear that only a smile was sewed into her face instead of the whole mouth becoming the smile.

“Did… did Home do this to you?,” asked Wally softly and his eyes widen in shock when she nodded a weak yes. He stayed quiet and looked at the house, that couldn’t see him, on the other side of the hill.

“Did Home do this when you tried to leave?,” asked Wally looking at F/n and saw how she nodded before her eyes slowly started going dull. Wally grabbed her hand and held it in his, softly sniffing before he started crying in a loud way hugging, who was limp in his arms, F/n from the waist.

“Why would Home do this?”

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sleepingdeath-light · 10 months

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nighttime routine with a feminine s/o hcs ; wally darling

requested by ; anonymous (13/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; wally darling

outline ; “Can I request like a nighttime routine with wally? Prefer with a feminine female reader? Like they do skincare face masks together, is such a fluffy thought!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

wally was very openly fascinated with your nighttime routine and whenever you started to wind down for the night you’d often catch him watching you in the mirror — it’s endearing, how he tilts his head with innocent curiosity as he watched with rapt interest as you cleansed and moisturised and went through each step of your self care regime

after a while you invited him over to help you apply the various creams and oils for you — and he all but jumped at the opportunity, mimicking your movements with a shocking finesse with a gentleness that you couldn’t help but smile at

he was quiet throughout, only ever humming along to whatever song popped up on the radio or commenting on the scents and textures of each new product, making sure to properly massage them in and let them set when needed before moving on

almost treating your face like a canvas to be treated and painted in just the right way — an approach so very typical of him and you loved it

and eventually this routine evolved again as you invited him to go through the steps with you — offering him free reign over your collection to find what products best suit his skin as you do your self care side by side

face masks, moisturisers, cleansers, face wipes, scented oils, balms, any medicinal products and so on — all the while chatting and joking and laughing and helping each other out wherever possible

(he even lets you help him with his hair care sometimes — always finding it especially soothing when you’re the one massaging his scalp, and even nearly falling asleep many a time when you were doing just that)

it’s an opportunity to bond and spend time together even when you’ve been too busy to do so during the day, and you both make the most of it — even if some of the steps prevent you from moving your mouth to speak (as you learned when wally nearly split his face mask during his first time using one)

but there’s also no doubt that wally’s benefitted massively from doing these nightly self care routines with you — and you’re certainly not about to complain about how soft his skin feels when you kiss him good morning, good night, and goodbye for the day

#sleepingdeath #female reader #fluff #fluff hcs #welcome home fluff #wally darling fluff #wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader

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annaberunoyume · 1 year

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Headcanons about being in a mutually exclusive throuple with Wally Darling and Julie Joyful (Fem! Bi! Reader in mind, but you can apply it to your gender if you want.)

Julie was the first to fall in love with you. Wally took a little more time. He was always flirty with you, but one fine day, he realised it was more than mere amusing flirting. He truly admired you and loved you. It was helped by the fact that his darling Julie had practically adopted you. More love means more happiness.

Julie was more than happy to show you around in the Neighbourhood. You two became very sisterly friends at first. You both bonded on your love of crafts and giving back to community.

Wally, ever the flirt, always liked to tickle your hand or just scratch your head as he went away, just to see you blush.

You fell hard for Wally and his gallant, old school ways of going about his life (you are a vintage aficionado). He never fails to put you in a happy little trance when he sings to you or does his doe eyes.

They always insist that you sleep in the middle of the queen bed. But you sometimes do cajole Wally into taking place in the middle, some nights. He's an expert at cuddling with two harms, almost like a player (though the concept of players would disgust him). You love to smell Julie's candy-perfumed hair when you spoon her. And you are soothed by Wally's heartbeat and low voice when he hums as you spoon. When it's Julie in the middle, both Wally and you loves to tickle her.

Your neighbours at first found it peculiar, but they all embraced you three when they saw how happy you were.

Eddie married you three: ''By the power invested in me and Home's permission, I now pronounce you husband, wife and wife. You may now kiss each other (cue you three kissing, using both of Wally's cheeks and then Wally french-kissing Julie and you.).''

One fine day, Julie was now pregnant. You were more than happy to be that child's second mother. You named the child Julina.