#the everyday life of wally darling

[runaway-dreamers]

An opportunity for Wally request has arrived!! Exited-exited!

Since im a tiny bit evil it would be fluff turned angst >:)

How about while Wally and Reader cuddle, Wally asks about our heartbeat, we answer explaining that its a sign of us being alive, as a consequence of that he learns about our mortality

Ty for your consideration 🌹

Hmm, I'm a little awkward here. I do hope you like it! Thank you, Anon!

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Here in deeper conversations, I find myself wishing to be folded into you.

The Everyday Life of Wally Darling

Word count: 1,116

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The sun dipped low in the cloudless sky. Shadows of buildings were slanted across the now empty roads, a deepening orange filled the spaces between. A breeze lifted the weightless blinds filling every corner of the room with the smell of late spring afternoons. The gently lifting and falling curtain cast its own shadow on the two sleeping bodies held close to one another. 

You were laying on your back with Wally's head resting on your chest. Your hand was gently combing through the soft blue waves of his hair. A comforting silence had built around you. Nothing was said as his hand pressed gently against their skin. It gave way, but remained taut against the pressure. What started off as helping a stranger turned into this.

During that time spent caring for each other things were thought of, but never asked. Questions weren't able to pass from their lips. There was a clear wall between the two. A wall that made conversation tough. They would converse about the general, but just as important, well being of one another. They would chat about Wally's new painting. You would ask about the different techniques he used this time around, and he would give them all the information he could offer. The two were close friends. 

There was a mutual understanding expressed in eyes half-looking as they passed by one another. They shared it when they said their goodbyes or see you later. They shared it when talking over morning coffee. A moment's grief made painfully acute by avoidance. They ignored it as much as they possibly could hoping that this was the correct path. 

It must have grown over time nurtured by him admiring you in the morning sun as they gazed into eyes still glittering from sleep. It may have been when you first saw him with his hair down watching the sun rise from the kitchen window. All you really knew was that this little pang of joy grew into a pulsating surge of longing. Without much words spoken the both of you had begun sharing a bed. Wally would go quiet first as he felt the tautness of your skin. His head would always rest on your chest. Your hand always traced along the fine stitches on his body. 

The first time Wally had his head on your chest, he had squeezed you so tight and pressed his ear as close as he could. You said nothing when he did this, but you could feel the racing of your heart. At some point you had slept and woke to him still listening. He never asked. You never offered.  

The growing weight of unspoken words would always become too heavy, and those questions must flow. Wally moved propping himself up on his elbow. His thick blue hair slipped from between your fingers. The movement roused you from your sleep, and you looked at him concerned. 

"Neighbor, I've been meaning to ask," His voice was low as he spoke, "What is this sound in your chest? Is it a crank? A voice box?"

Wally rested his hand on your chest, his fingers curled and his pointer gently tapping to the rhythm of your heart. His eyes held the same sweet look they always did. The same look you'd always seen when he offered you tea or a bite of his apple. His hair hung down to the side with strands caught in the golden hours glow, and you wanted to run your fingers through again. He looked like a dream, a fantasy. 

"That's my heart. It keeps the tempo of my life." 

Wally stopped tapping as you spoke, "Keeps the tempo of your life?"

His confusion was showing. The walls were slipping. The moon had risen and the night spread its deep blue glow. They stared at one another waiting to see what would happen next. Behind the silence tension had sprouted.

"Yes. If it stops, well, it means the show's over." You tried to laugh away the uneasiness hoping the conversation would change quickly. 

Wally laughed montone and robotic, "Hahaha, what show would that be?" 

"The, uh, Y/N show." Your heart sank. 

He was confused, "How would I turn it back on?" 

"You can't. No one can, really. Maybe I'm not explaining it right," You sat up, "My heart is why I'm alive. When it stops beating I'll be.. not alive." 

Wally sat up and stared at you, his eyes never leaving yours. They widened as yours winced. 

"What happens when you're not alive, neighbor?" 

"I imagine it's us returning to the primordial soup, the creation of all things, but I don't know." 

"So when your heart stops, you'll no longer be here?" Wally's voice cracked as he struggled with the weight of what he just learned. The pieces were not clear and didn't fit well together, but from the jagged edges came an idea so startling it caused him to cry. You pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back and kissing the side of his head. Neither of you spoke as Wally clung to you listening once more to your heart.  

"That isn't right now. Right now I'm here with you still living, still with a beating heart. You can hear it whenever you need to. Imagine my heart beats for you, too." You spoke softly, your words barely a whisper in the dark. 

You sat there for a while just holding one another. It felt like new questions were waiting to pour out from the both of you. New conversations waiting to be explored. Things to understand and things meant to cause arguments. Why did it suddenly feel like these things now had an even tighter deadline? Like they might not ever be spoken of. The potential of you and I was a burden threatening to drag us under. 

With Wally's head against your chest and your hand absently rubbing his back, you could let yourself believe an ending was far off. This moment could last forever through the winding night, through the rising sun, and through the cool blue of daytime skies. If this was the anchor in the now uncertain ending then so be it. Assume for a second this is all there is. Being here together for a moment in a lifetime of change and hardship was more than enough.

"If.. You leave. That loss would change me. You'll have gone somewhere I can never go." Wally spoke next, his voice would shake and crack. 

"An eventual inevitability, but not right now. I promise I'll stay right where you can see me for as long as I possibly can." 

"I'll memorize the tempo of your life, Y/N."  

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[pinejayy]

Yandere! Wally Darling SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?): Wally shows a lot of affection, the yellow puppet really loves you. Wally loves giving you paintings and apples. But he can be really selfish he wants all your attention and if you’re talking to someone you better hope he’s in a good mood because he will go after them no matter what. But Wally will give you his entire world. You are the apple of his eye. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) : Honestly Wally would be a clingy best friend, it’s cute and all but once in awhile you would like some alone time and some time for you but it’s not that simple. But you and Wally would meet in the neighborhood and from there he wanted you. He’s basically a lost puppy following you. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) : HE NEEDS THEM! He loves to hold you against his body, the way you smell and everything he loves it. He especially loves to cuddle you in the night time, he loves watching you sleep. His favorite cuddle position is when you’re the little spoon and he’s the big spoon. He likes being in control over you and that includes cuddles.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) : The second the puppet laid his eyes on you he wanted you all to himself. And yes he’s thought about having a family with you. He doesn’t know how he’ll do it but he will find a way. But is quick enough to ask you to move in with him and he isn’t taking “No” for an answer. But this guy is a great cook, he has all the apples you could ever want. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?): Oh no no, he’s never going to leave. Your his forever. And if you decide to break this off with Wally you better pray to whatever you believe in because it’s a decision you will regret. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) : Is 100% on board about commitment and you better be on the boat as him. But he would honestly love to marry you as soon as possible. He can already imagine it. You with his last name. Y/N Darling! It has a nice ring to it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) : Wally is very gentle with you, he treat you like you’re made out of glass. But if you do the mistake of going against him he’ll punish you. But overall is very gentle, small kisses and gentle hugs for you. But don’t disobey him that’s all. And for emotionally is goes the same way, just do as you’re told and then there’s nothing to worry about. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) : He’s addictive to your hugs. He wants them all day. The way he wraps his arms around you and how he brings his body against yours he loves it. He gives you hugs everyday and all day. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Really quick, maybe by the second date he already told you that he loved you and wanted to spend his life with you. “I love you Y/N” 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) ; Oh boy Wally is the definition of jealousy. He wants your attention 100% and if you’re talking to someone else he’ll give them a death stare. And once that person notices they'll back off. You honestly don't understand why he’s like this, it can get annoying. And if someone gets to close to you he’ll make sure they’ll go away...for good.  

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) : His kisses are filled with passion and deep, His soft lips against your. Honestly his kiss are almost hypnotizing. You crave for more...and he’ll gladly give you more. Wally loves kissing your lips, cheeks, neck and hand. He could kiss you all day. But his favorite place to be kissed is his lips of course and he also loves being kissed on the forehead.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) : He probably shouldn't be around kids considering how creepy and odd he is, but you don’t know he could be good with kids or he could scare them for fun. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) : Wonderful! He always has breakfast ready, and he is always up before you. Wally loves waking you up with breakfast in bed. He even brings you flowers too! 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) : You sleep like a baby, he loves holding you until you fall asleep in his arms and when you’re sleeping he watches you. His eyes are so intense its like he can eat you up. But of course he doesn’t tell you that he watches you. It’s his little secret. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) : He is very open with you, but he doesn’t tell you everything. He has some dark secrets and he can’t tell you. But maybe eventually he’ll tell you. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) : With you he is very patient. He’s very kind towards you and only you. But if one of the neighbors were to make you upset or uncomfortable he’ll blow up. He’ll see red and only red. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) : HE. KNOWS. EVERYTHING. ABOUT. YOU. Its kinda creepy if you tell me. He even knows things that you haven’t told him. You don’t know how he found out but you don’t ask him. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) : His favorite moment is when you first moved in with him. Home was even excited that you were moving in. He loved that he was going to be close to you. What’s his is yours. But Wally also loves the day you told him that you loved him. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) : He is very protective over you, he doesn’t let you leave the home unless you leave with him. And if you do try to leave without him you wouldn’t be able too because home will not let you out. He’ll do anything to protect you, he would burn this whole neighborhood down just to protect you. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) : 100%! He’s going to put in everything for you, if he could he’ll give you the world. He wants you to have everything. You’re going to get spoiled. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) : That he doesn’t allow you to leave home without him, and the fact that you can’t really talk to the neighbors because he gets very jealous. And the fact that he watches you sleep too. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) : He isn’t worried about it. He knows that he’s handsome! I mean look at him!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) : Yes...If he were to lose you he doesn’t know how he’ll react but he does know that whoever took you away from him they are going to pay. They'll get a painful slow death. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) : He loves painting you, especially when you are sleeping. But he keeps those paintings locked away from you. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) : When you say “No” to him, he’ll act like a little kid when told no. So you better say yes to him. He also hates when you don’t give him attention whenever he needs it. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) : He doesn’t sleep..but like I said he LOVES watching you sleep. 

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#wally darling x reader #wally darling #yandere #headcanons #yandere wally darling x reader

[chronicbeans]

okayokay I really wanna know some headcanons on what it would be like if puppeteer reader never got knocked out and wally never tricked them and they now just have to deal with wally being part of their daily household life in the real world 😭

Yippee! Okay, so I think this is how it would go...

Wally Darling Living Life with a Puppeteer Reader in the Real World:

🏡 You better be ready for some chaos. In this world, you probably decided not to even threaten Wally with burning. He probably managed to, somehow, convince you that he will be good from now on. He truly means it, too! The problem is... He doesn't understand what humans can and cannot take.

🏡 You see, as an example, he'll probably be confused about what you are doing with your mouth and that piece of food. Puppets don't eat. Well, Wally does, but he eats with his eyes. He just kinda... Stares the food into nonexistence. So, when he hears that humans, like Henry, Angela, and yourself, need to chew and swallow? He is amazed and wants to try so himself! This causes him to get peanut butter and jelly stuck in his felt for about a week.

🏡 When you begin working, again, you realize that Wally can't come home with you. You put him in the tote, telling him to stay put. However, when you get in your car, he is somehow already in the passenger seat and ready to go back to your place. Your boss keeps asking you where he goes, but you just tell him you don't know.

🏡 Wally's voice actor (who I actually have a draft in the works for information on my version of them), Eddie's puppeteer, and everyone else who was present at the night of the incident will avoid you because Wally is ALWAYS close to you. They're smart people, and Eddie's puppeteer saw with their own eyes that it was him. They all know that Wally is a threat that is not to be trifled with.

🏡 Angela is probably going to be tormented everyday by just the knowledge that Wally is alive. She'll never get over it. The only small thing that makes it better is that she gets to see Henry make a friend. They ended up making up for Wally breaking into her room, so now Henry and Wally are constantly hanging out whenever you aren't around. She also likes the fact that Henry has someone else to look over him if you ever get sick.

🏡 The one downside for Wally is that, because he never really gets any sleep, he is going to be getting more and more tired. He can get a little sleep whenever you are there to watch over him, though. Especially if you hold him like a stuffed animal while you sleep! He will be out like a light switch if you do that.

🏡 Wally will have some sensory issues. His neighborhood is all soft and plush. He has tried to describe it. The most he can really say is that it is like all your senses are muffled. So, when he is in your world, everything can just be too much at times. When he gets like this, you'll most likely find him in your room, rocking back and forth a bit or scribbling aggressively on a piece of paper with any writing utensils he can find, not really drawing anything and just doing so to move his arm in a soothing manner. In those cases, he likes to have you give him a tight hug to ground him. It reminds him of the ones Barnaby gives him when he is in the neighborhood, actually. Just not as fluffy.

#welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home arg

[tiredly101]

Red paint and TV part 2

Pairing: Wally Darling x Hired by the mafia killer!Male reader

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: You had been Pitt for hours and Wally was starting to wonder where you where after all such a pretty watcher is hard to find now day!

Illustrates Au, picture made by @eechytooru!

M/n had been gone for hours and Wally wanted him to come back, turn on the tv and chat with him. Most people skipped his channel, not giving it a second thought but M/n, he decides to watch it, decided to interact with him! That doesn't hapen everyday but talking of stuff happening everyday, he could hear the door open abruptly while a bunch of curses flew in the air.

"Fucking bitch, didn't have to gnaw at me like if she was a fucking cat...," Said M/n underneath his breath while throwing himself at the couch, hissing in pain. He very slowly reaches for the control remote and turns on the TV while grabbing from under the couch his first aid kit.

"Oh, hello neighbor-," started saying Wally to stop mid sentence, his eyes expanded and then shrink back into a normal size but M/n paid no attention. Only looking up when the silence went for too long now realizing Wally sitting closer to the Tv. Was that even possible?

"Neighbor, are you okay?," Asked Wally making M/n raise his eyebrow before hissing in pain once again. He grabbed the disinfectant water and carefully applied it over the deep bite mark. "Lady was a stray cat in her past life or some shit" was one of the many thoughts that went through M/n's. He sighted before, finally, answering Wally.

"Not okay but feeling a tad better," such a simple answer and yet it made Wally's cartoon blood boil, who would dare to hurt such a beautiful angel as M/n?

"Oh? What happened neighbor?," Asked Wally trying to sound scripted and M/n sighted finally looking up at the Tv since he bandages the bite mark.

"Well Wally, my boss needed me to take out the trash of this lady but he failed to mention that the lady didn't mind attacking," said M/n now lifting up his shirt and taking off his head revealing his body with several claw marks because the lady had fake manicured nails on and decided to become a cat for the day.

M/n repeated the process with the disinfectant water and the bandages until he was completely patched up making him sight in relief and lay back on the couch after putting his buttoned shirt on, not closing any button since he didn't have the energy to do so and watched as the episode went on, not realizing Wally was paying close attention to his future scars and a very noticeable blush on his cartoon face. M/n started falling asleep, slowly, he has not sleep correctly for months. You and me both brother

"Hey, Wally... I'm falling asleep but I will see you tomorrow, okay?," said M/n while slowly laying down in tbe couch, casually wincing in pain before turning off the Tv but Wally could still see him. He could see how M/n winced one more time and how his face scrunched slightly in pain before getting comfortable and falling asleep, he could only think one thing for M/n.

"I should find that trash lady and help her move out..."

Part 3? I believe so so let me know if you want to be tagged!

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#welcome home #wally darling x male reader #wally darling x reader #Tiredly Jackie writes

[romanticbat]

HEY SORRY RETURNING BUT IDEA!

It's dark...about...3 am the tv is being all staticy as a hand comes out...followed by an entire wally who immediately freaks the fuck out and tries to get back inside banging on the glass screaming

...something is in there....something that's taken his form...its not him...whatever IT is could hurt his neighbors his friends and now...theres nothing he can do..at least at this rate

Turns out said dark house is owned by trans masc s\o who is also freaking out because there is a screaming puppet in his living room and he knocks it out with a pan

When wally wakes he is still...freaked out and he and s\o kinda get to know each other become friends...and wally gets to learn about and experience the real world! While trying to get back to his

Like season 3 of both the owl house and amphibia!

Also sorry if this was way too specific I just had....to say these words

If could make hcs or a One shot or...something that would be cool...

DON'T WORRY, I LIKED IT

(I don't even know how to title these hcs)

Wally felt how his body was getting dragged to who knows where by god knows who, he inmediatly felt strange when it stopped, his body felt different, everything felt different, he was scared and when he looked at what was in front of him, he saw a tiny version of him... Sitting in a sofa and looking at him directly in the eyes, he screamed loudly than never, hoping that one of his dear neighbors came to his help but for his horror he was greeted by someone who looked nothing like any of his neighbors and looked a little much bigger than him... Which started to scream as loudly as him and hitted him with a pan after.

- It was strange, obviously, not everyday you get dragged to another dimension and not everyday a puppet from another dimension which is from your recently new interest get dragged to yours

- the first trouble (besides all the first drama) was that you had old merchandise from the show

- He got a little scared to see pins and plushies of him in your bedroom...

- but hey! That means you like him

- his new diet basically was apple based food in every meal, apples are easy to found and now it exists apple products which are shapped like apples!

- He was your favorite character, you were excited to talk to him of course! But it was strange meeting him as a puppet and not like the books

- You two getted to know eachother after a while

- Wally was like "This guy is actually friendly" while you were like "Why is Wally Darling eating an apple in my living room"

- you tried your best at helping him find a way to his home but... There is no much information about what to do if a puppet with life appears randomly one day at your house in google

- if you ever got the confidence with him to tell him about you being transmasc he will be very supportive

- you were friendly, a little tall but friendly and give him apples! You were a nice guy and that if you were born AFAB don't changes anything

- Supportive puppet friend will comfort you if somebody says something rude to you

- if you have any pets he would love to play with them! Until you have a cat or dog and they try to chase and bite him

- yeah... You better be careful if you don't want him to die before you get to know how to get him home

- He will talk to you about his friends and will love if you talk about yours too!

- if you have any plushies of his friend he will steal them and hug them to sleep

- he loves your home so much, it's interesing for him look at the things that make your home yours

- like, a significan picture, a plushie, any room, furniture...

- he sometimes forgot that he is not actually in his home

#wally darling x you #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home arg #welcome home #scenarios #hcs #headcanons #x reader

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[DISCONTINUED] yandere! wally darling x detective! reader au (Omniscient Series)

PROLOGUE

NEXT

authors note: please keep in mind some parts aren’t going to be canon to the Welcome Home plot. I am fully aware Wally Darling is NOT yandere canonically this is just an au/head-canon. Also! To keep in mind this is all fictional and yandere media is not something to be taken seriously romantically in reality. If you do please seek help. With that I hope you enjoy the prologue of this story !

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TW: PILLS MENTION/SCOPOPHOBIA/DESCRIPTIVE GORE MENTION/HORROR THEME MENTION/RELIGION/CULT(?) MENTION!!!/SLIGHT MENTION OF DEPRESSION

I woke up to a pitch black place. My vision is covered in darkness but my feet told me otherwise, stepped onto a puddle of black ooze. Panicking I tried to escape and call out for help, the black sticky ooze smelled of old books and wires, I blinked looking down and suddenly seeing written scripts, but they were all drawn with eyes. The red plastered all over them, I couldn’t move I was stuck to one place as I heard the telephone ring.

I was unable to see where the telephone is. I only hear the ringing getting louder and louder, my ears starting to get engulfed by the sound of the telephone ringing as I heard whispers all around me. I can’t hear what they say as I begin to sweat and tried to get out of the black puddle that has glued me in one place.

My vision blurred taking my eyes off the ground, looking up to see an unknown figure. Almost getting close to me…

The sound of my alarm woke me up as I sat up in cold sweat, taking a few breathers as I rubbed my face against my hands. Sighing in relief and exhaustion, I then got up and turned off my alarm getting ready for the day at work. Skipping breakfast was a usual thing for me because I didn’t have any appetite or the energy to make one. Instead I just drink coffee to make me awake and alerted through the whole morning at least.

Stopping at my destination which was the police department. I looked for a car garage and parked there, being in a busy city can be draining and exhausting. The smog in the air, constant cars running and stopping from each traffic light, people interacting, usual same routine almost everyday 24/7 plus overtime.

Ever since I’ve gotten this job, it’s been restless. To add the cherry on top I still have to pay my college expenses from the classes I took and supplies I borrowed in order to pass my classes to get a damn bachelors degree. Being a kid you dreamed big and now once you’ve reached that dream it suddenly doesn’t feel all bright and colorful. It might be me who is just grown up and still unsatisfied of my own life, feeling stuck in one place.

As I reached to the police department, entering in and greeted a few people who were in the office. Trainees, private investigators, police officers, you can name it all in this office, they’re all under the branch of law enforcement.

I looked at my dark green door as I twisted the knob of my own office, sat down and turned on my computer as I decided to cut on the tv that was hung up on the far right corner of my door, listening the news to see what was happening today locally.

“Breaking News, crime rate has suddenly gone up more than the past month. Crime investigators have been trying to keep track of homicide rates, although the traces have lead to the unknown, most of them died in there homes and child abduction cases has risen up. Police has warn everyone in the city to lock up your doors and be alert of your surroundings, if you see anything suspicious please call ***-***-**** to report anonymously.”

The news station then shifted back to the daily weather and updates around town. Starting up my computer to scroll through the files of missing persons, recent ones were children. When children comes up to the topic it becomes morbid, usually very heartbreaking to lose your child. Dead or alive.

A knock on my door made me pull away from the computer screen. I looked up to see my partner, who is a police officer holding a file labeled as evidence. “Another one Ruby?”, I responded as she took a seat and looking across from me.

“You know how it goes around this job”, Ruby opened the manila folder, showing two dead parents that have their eyes taken out, a mother laying dead in the bathtub, drowned and in a paralyzed limped state. The father who was put in a closet and tied in an intricate way that you need a pair of garden scissors to open through that loop. Supposedly died of blood loss as I saw his side stabbed deep into his lower abdomen. I looked over a family photo, two kids. One boy and one girl.

“Any information about them?” I took the paper of their information. “Family of four, both parents work and kids go to school, the oldest is about 10 and the youngest is 5. Mr. and Mrs. Caddel, children’s names are Brian and Catherine”, I closed the manila folder and nodded. “I was wondering if you’re up to take this murder case. This has been reoccurring around the city and people need answers”, I looked up at Ruby, “I’ll take it.”, Ruby smiled at me and got up closed the door, “Don’t fail me now kid!”. I rolled my eyes, although she makes a point because she’s much older than me.

I sighed and felt a headache shot up in me, I grabbed my painkillers under my desk cabinet and took one and drinked my bottled water that was already sitting on my desk. “This is going to be a long tiring week for this case huh?” I said to myself…

footnote: you have reached the end of the prologue! Critic is allowed as I appreciate the feedback^^

I’m sorry if you didn’t like the 1st person point of view. But I wanted you guys or y/n to get the feel of what’s going on, information about yourself, the settings in a descriptive way as possible.

this won’t be a romantic story as it will go darker. With that thank you so much for reading the prologue!

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[funfetticandle]

babe wake up new hyperfixation just dropped 👹

i saw this man ONE TIME on my fyp, and he wasn’t even in the tiktok, it was in a COMMENT, but anyway i searched him up and now Welcome Home is pretty much my whole life rn (aside from rottmnt, i will never forget them, YES IM STILL WRITING FOR THE BOYS)

but like anyway since wally’s hair looks so poofy and i wanna touch it so bad have some hcs of him with a reader who loves styling hair

(also i am one of those ppl who do headcanon that wally must put like 4 litres of hairspray in his hair every morning for it to be THAT PERFECT and it probably crunches when you touch it but for the sake of these hcs it will be fluffy okay? ok-)

Fluff

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ever since you moved here, your eyes were always drawn to him.

his calm and collected smile on his face 24/7, his relaxed but proper posture, and his hair.

it seemed so poofy. you had wanted nothing more than to simply touch it, to ask him how he managed to make it look so perfect everyday

you didn’t want to come off as creepy, though, so you simply kept your mouth shut.

every time you looked at him, you had to clench your hands to prevent them from softly patting the fluff on his head

until that day

you were all on a picnic together, with you sitting down and wally lying on the blanket

you stared down at the cobalt blue if his hair, and you just couldn’t resist

you slowly stuck your arm out and weaved your fingers throughout the strands, a satisfied smile on your face as it was just as soft as you imagined

meanwhile, wally was frozen, feeling your warm hands touch his hair with such gentleness, with every passing second him melting further and further into your touch

you suddenly remembered that wally could feel all of this, so you pulled back in embarrassment, about to say sorry and run away when you felt his gaze suddenly dart up to yours

he had gently grabbed your wrist, your hand going limp in his grip

his eyes represented those of a puppy’s, half lidded and relaxed as he mumbled, “i like that. do it again for me?”

you hesitated, eyes widening in surprise, before a smile crept onto your face, your hand continuing the slow stroking motion throughout his hair

ever since then, you took every chance you could to touch wally’s floof

he didn’t mind if course, he actually quite enjoyed it whenever you reached out to pat his head

you often styled it, experimenting on the texture and seeing what hairstyles can work with the strands

you also sometimes gushed to him about how lucky he is to have his hair naturally feel that way, and he could only laugh in amusement

“It just looks so perfect! and it’s as if you don’t even try! show me your ways-”

“darling, calm down.”

also, you guys 100% play with each others hair when you cuddle

like, youre playing with his hair, so he just immediately returns the favour because he knows how nice it feels

he likes to twirl yours in his fingers, and to feel it bounce back when he lets go

You snuggled closer towards him, basking in his warm embrace as you quietly curled your fingers through his hair lovingly, the silence being oddly comforting as he hummed in content.

You felt your eyelids become heavy as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. He laughed quietly as you slumped, your hand falling down, grazing his neck. He shivered, closing his eyes aswell.

“Goodnight, darling,” he whispered.

#wally daring #wally x reader #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home x reader #wally x y/n #wally x reader headcanons #headcanons

[sunflowermuppetknitter]

@partycoffin

Hello my friend! I have arrived safely to the Pacific Northwest to visit a new friend. I am having a great time making new friends, trying new foods and making lots of crafty items. Looking forward to seeing you soon!

Your friend, Wally Darling

Thank you so much Clown for this wonderful little peanut. He brightens up my life everyday and I'm very grateful for him.

#wally darling #welcome home #wally darling plush #party coffin #The goober

[imagineyoungjustice]

Lady and the Tramp this is not (Wally West x Reader)

#4 and Wally? - Anonymous

I was told this was good but I actually don’t know if I agree I think I could have done a better job at the end but I am already running really late with this as it is  -Terra

4. “Sharing a single strand of spaghetti is not romantic. Stop asking.”

              Living with Wally West was certainly an experience to say the least. He was flirtatious by nature, had an appetite to rival a country, and he could run faster than the human eye could detect. On top of all that, he used to don a yellow and red outfit and race around the globe fighting injustice as Kid Flash. Sure, that last part was in the past tense, as your boyfriend had since retired after joining you in college, but the nature, the skills, the physique were all still there. Kid Flash was a persona, and often you saw it still bleed through into your everyday life, but Wally West was the one you cared the most about. Wally was everything you wanted, and everything you didn’t know you had actually needed, and you often thanked the stars for letting him fall into your life. One of he only downsides, if it could really even be considered that, was his tendency to the overly-cliché and cheesy.

              Take tonight for example. The two of you decided to have a date-night-in, as a temporary relief from all the stress of classwork that plagued the two of you. It had been Wally’s idea, and he had asked you stay away from the house for a few hours after your classes while he got everything set up, kissing you on the cheek and taking your schoolbag with him as he handed you another bag with the clothes he wanted you to wear tonight. You had ended up at a friend’s apartment, talking to them while changing and getting ready. It wasn’t long after you had finished messing with the last of your outfit that you heard your phone go off, signaling that Wally was ready for you to come home.

              You almost didn’t recognize the apartment when you stepped in the door. Wally had replaced almost all the lights with red bulbs, using lower watt ones sparingly so the room was just bright enough to navigate. Candles were lit albeit sparingly, mostly limited to the tables. There were several bouquets and vases of fresh flowers and roses, and the kitchen table was cleared of clutter and decorated with a red cloth and set for two. Music played softly in from the home stereo, a mix of different artists and styles which only contributed to the romantic atmosphere your boyfriend had carefully crafted.

              “Welcome home babe.” You almost jumped when you heard his voice, as caught up in your surroundings as you were. He rounded the corner from the kitchen, and you let your eyes trail across his body. He had cleaned up; his hair was gelled back, and he was clad in a dress shirt and pants that “coincidentally” complimented what he had you wear. It was clear that he had gone through great lengths planning tonight, even if the to of you were just staying in. You felt your heart swell with warmth as you gently set your bag down by the door and walked over to him, letting yourself be pulled into slow and tender kiss.

              “You shouldn’t have gone through so much trouble just for me.” You said after the two of you had to pull away from each other.

              “I wanted to. Besides, nothing is too mush trouble when I’m doing it for you.” He replied, resting his forehead against yours.

              You couldn’t help it, the blush spread furiously across your face and you moved your head to red against his shoulder. “That was so corny.” You heard him laugh and you managed to pick your head back up at his gentle prompting.

              “Oh, believe me darling, I’m only just getting started.” Before you could answer him, he quickly spun you around in his grasp, moving around you and pulling out on of the seats for you. You felt the blush creep back in a little, and sat down, watching him disappear into the kitchen. The smell of food was stronger now, and you felt your mouth start to water when you realized just how hungry you were. It wasn’t long before wally returned, two plates of spaghetti in hand. That’s when everything Wally had done up until now had lost its charm.

              Wally sat down next to you, a giant grin plastered on his face. It only seemed to grow when he saw your now deadpan expression. Of course, right at that moment, the music just so happened to have changed to “Bella Notte” from “Lady and the Tramp.”

              “You know what would make this evening even more romantic than it is now?” He asked, leaning in closer to you. It wasn’t lost how Wally had made sure to place your seats right next to each other instead of across from each other.

              “Sharing a single strand of spaghetti is not romantic. Stop asking.”

              “Aw c’mon babe. Why must you continue to restrain our love so!” He fell over the back of is chair in a dramatic fashion, with his hand held over his heart.

              “Lady and the Tramp this is not.”

              “One day you will indulge me.” He said, righting himself and starting to swirl his food onto his fork.

              “Maybe, but today is just not that day.” With that, the two of you settled down into your date, and sure your boyfriend could be cheesy and really cliché, but you knew that he cared deeply about you and you could easily say you felt the same for him.

#Wally West #Kid Flash #wally west x reader #kid flash x reader #Young Justice #Drabble

[runaway-dreamers]

Could I ask a Wally x Reader reunion request? Like reader found a way to leave Home and go back to their world, but they learn they can’t return for at least a month or two.

And they do eventually come back apologizing to Wally and then to everybody else. Some angst ending with fluff?

I may have gotten a tad bit excited by this ask.

[Part 1 ◇ 2 ◇ 3]

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At the end of all I knew, I find the beginning of you and I.

The Everyday Life of Wally Darling

Word count: 2,070

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Demands piled high, and you were only so fast to fill them. You were tucked in a corner by the espresso machine. The revolving door of needy customers never slowed, their unspoken requests needing tending to. The jaded opening baristas were already planning what to get from the bar a few stores down . One coworker was taking orders and making small talk at the register, another was next to you pulling shots. Your feet remained in two squares, turning to and from the machine grabbing milk for the sweating ice cups and hissing steam wands.

A whisper from a passing shadow, "Smile more, you're scaring the customers."

You duck your head pulling your cap low. With shaking hands you attempt to pour milk into a pitcher only to have it spill, split by the edge. Rag in hand you wipe away the mess, but the blurring of your vision makes it difficult. The room threatens to spin as if wanting you tossed off your feet. Your stomach twists pushing your heart into your throat. Your body steels for the expected impact. Nothing changes, and the line keeps moving. Standing there inside your head allowed orders to pile.

Idling there disrupted the flow, "Y/N, this one needs regular milk, did you grab the right one?"

"Mhm, yes, yes. Regular." You barely finished your sentence, your voice fading. The cup had been placed on the counter where a hand extending from the growing mass snapped it up. You watched it until it was out of view, absorbed by the bustling chaos.

Turning back to the machine, something red glints off of it. Your single dangling earring taps against your jaw, but the weight of it soothes you. You sigh softly and the side of your lip lifts into a quick smile. It was a bright red apple cut in half with two little black seeds on it. When you touch it you can feel the smooth rise and fall of its shape.

A tap on your shoulder caused you to jump in surprise, "Take your break, Y/N, you're distracted."

With a nod you stepped away. The smile on your face flattened to a thin line as you grabbed your bag. For a moment you thought about leaving and heading straight home. The comfort of your couch called to you, but you knew leaving would cost your coworkers their break. Instead you slipped out of the store and walked to the gas station a few blocks away.

Reddish-brown leaves were falling from twisted branches high above you. The breeze rattled them, shaking them loose until they fluttered down, settling on the ground. Life felt like it slowed to a crawl with the colder months rounding the corner. You briefly thought about what sort of soups Poppy would be making, and if Howdy was stocking caramel apples. The gas station came into view.

Inside the parking lot, tucked behind the old building, was a dumpster. Around it were old buckets, crates, and wood in various stages of rot. Reaching tree branches from the other side of the fence formed a canopy overhead. There was a touch of coziness here as the sound of busy life faded into the distance.

Your favorite overturned crate was still here just as you had left it. Before sitting down you removed a carefully wrapped container from your bag. Half of this morning's blunt rested inside along with your lighter. Held between your lips, you attempted to light it. The flint struck once, twice, three times before a strong enough flame was lit. You held it to the snubbed blunt letting it take hold. The embers burned a bright red as you inhaled. On the exhale you let yourself comfortably slump against the fence, shutting your eyes.

This passing summer had been unbearable, but in the autumn chill you found yourself asking for its return. The cold ran deep soaking into your bones and mixing with your blood. You pulled your scarf up over your ears. Each puff untethered you. Smoke drifted out from your nose caressing your skin as it drifted up, the wispy tendrils passed easily between the strands of your hair.

Your hand trailed over the earring feeling along the shape of it. It was originally part of a set, but the other side had been lost in a pocket between here and there. It had been a gift, one made specially for you. Lovingly shaped by careful hands. If the other side remained in Home, you imagined he kept it close to him at all times. This gave you comfort as you remembered the time spent there.

When you first arrived in Home, you were greeted by a whole cast of friendly faces. Julie created games for you to play. Frank and Eddie would take you bug watching. Howdy always found ways to indulge your sweet tooth. Barnaby invited you out on strolls, imparting wisdom and bad jokes. Poppy taught you how to bake. And Wally was there every step of the way. Life back in your reality wasn't as grand, as you came to remember, but it hadn't been your choice to go. Just like it hadn't been your choice to leave. You were ripped away from all you knew and fell through a hole in the universe.

On an outing you brought up your confusing feelings while bug watching. Eddie had suggested that you at least keep it an open idea, and Frank agreed. There were no clear paths and not many options. Choices weren't a choice unless they were found to be possible. Everyone stressed that should the time come, the final decision was up to you.

You weren't fully convinced to stay or go, but at the time you couldn't rule out any foreseeable options. Despite how close you all had grown, you had felt that you couldn't fully belong. They all knew how homesick you were, especially Wally, and his words were still clear in your mind.

"Hmm, that is a tough one," Wally spoke slowly, his eyes looking thoughtful, "If you found a way home, you could properly answer that question. It would be undeniable, neighbor, whatever your deepest desires are."

You tried to remember things as clearly as possible, but every memory led back to the end. His laughter turned to screams, his hopeful eyes brimming with terror, hands struggled to hold on. The pull of the void was too great, and you fell into the endless darkness. All you remembered was his face laced with regret. He was shouting frantically as you were swallowed whole. All you could do was watch as the darkness consumed your vision. Twice you had fallen, twice you had to confront your mounting losses.

That day played on repeat in your head. You tried to scrub the fading fragments in search of subtle meanings. Were those little glances something more? The softening of his eyes, the pink of his cheeks, was that something you only imagined? Your bag was crumpled on the ground near you. With a rough shake you undid the partially closed zipper and pulled out a beaten up notebook.

Page after page were filled with grainy crayons and smooth colored pencils. Splatters of smudged paint obscured the already warped images and words. Those scribbles had been notes you kept while living in Home. You smiled fondly as your thumb rubbed the coarse texture. It ended up a collective journal meant to be shared. Everyone had pitched in and wrote something about their day.

It looked like the pages had been stained with a painter's used water cup. Over these stained pages you had tried drawing each of them from memory. It became harder to remember what they looked like, but eyes remained. Each one detailed and alive, but lacking familiarity.

Drops of rain fell onto the page popping your bubble of solitude. Your break was over all too soon. As you put everything back in your bag the thought of walking away returned, nagging and incessant. It coiled around your stomach and squeezed itself into a ball. Nothing about this was right. You left the gas station without a word heading towards the bus stop. They managed without you for five months, they'll survive one shift.

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"Howdy has some caramel coated apples all neatly packaged at the bodega." Frank was at the kitchen sink washing a pumpkin. They were scrubbing in particular circular motions, dunking it into clean water every now and again.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Howdy said he got them specially ordered." Eddie was at the table sorting through some letters.

"I know it's just you at the post office, but I wish you wouldn't bring work home." Frank dumped the brownish water down the sink. They took a clean rag and patted the pumpkin dry.

"You're right, there's always tomorrow." Eddie chuckled as he packed the partially sorted mail up and slid the box under the table. He leaned back in his seat with a loud sigh. The sound of a knife splitting the gourd filled the kitchen.

Frank spoke up, "So.. Have you noticed Wally around lately?"

"I see him walkin' often. More so than usual, and very slowly, too." He drawled, waiting for Frank to share what was on their mind.

"Earlier today, he declined another invite from Julie." Frank's words dripped with growing concern. Their frown was even more pronounced than usual. Eddie could read the tension on his husband's body.

"I noticed that change in him, yes, but it's to be expected. Loss can-"

"It's our fault." They spoke harsher than expected.

Frank left the knife in the flesh of the pumpkin. The piece flopped to the side as it was let go. They leaned against the edge of the sink. Each passing second marked by the dripping faucet.

Eddie started, "Now, Frank, don't think that way. It won't help nothin'."

"No, Eddie, no. We both told Y/N to keep it an open option," Their eyes filled with tears, "And now look, they've gone! Vanished!"

Another long silence. Eddie was staring at the table. Though he wanted to remain strong for Frank he knew that he couldn't deny those feelings any longer.

Eddie spoke with emotion thick in his voice, "Wally leaves letters addressed to Y/N."

"Yeah?" Frank turned away, pain evident on their face, "And what does he say?"

"He says he wants to find a way to get these letters to 'em. I told him I'd find a way," Eddie chuckled at this, but his eyes were wet with unshed tears, "There's no impossible task for a guy like me."

They eyed Eddie's profile, "I think we could make that a reality," Frank spoke quietly.

Eddie narrowed his eyes as he sat up straighter, "How so, darling?"

"Dear, and don't be mad," Stepping away from the sink, a flicker of fear crossed Frank's face, "I was looking around the area Y/N was last seen, uh, for the void Wally keeps talking about."

"And why would you go and do something dangerous like that?" Eddie was trying his best to remain calm, he stood up from his seat and walked closer to his husband, "What if you went and got dragged down, too? Who knows what's on the other end of that thing!"

"I get it! I really, really do!"

"Is that so, Frank?" Eddie responded.

"Hear me out, please?" Frank stepped closer to Eddie, arms crossed and eyes searching.

Eddie softened as he looked into Frank's eyes, "Please be careful, that's all I'm asking of you," Eddie spoke softly as he embraced Frank.

Frank sighed, relaxing into the hug, "I think I found the hole."

"What? What do you mean?" Eddie looked down at Frank. He was holding him by his shoulders squeezing ever so slightly.

"I.. dropped a note through it not too long ago. It's right next to a field of wild pumpkins." Frank shifted on his feet.

"Was the note for Y/N?" Eddie asked. His hands rubbed along Frank's arms.

"Yes, and, well, see this is where it gets strange."

Frank stepped away from Eddie. Their bag was resting by the kitchen doorway. They picked it up and brought it over to the table where they dug around for something. Eventually Frank removed a notebook, and inside the notebook was a neatly folded note.

Frank looked at Eddie, "I got a response."

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[runaway-dreamers]

[Part 1 ◇ 2 ◇ 3]

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At the end of all I knew, I find the beginning of you and I.

The Everday Life of Wally Darling

Word count: 2,429

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"I do appreciate your understanding, darling. We can't keep this from everyone, Wally especially." 

"You were right to push it, dear. Even if I don't have any answers this is still good news." 

Eddie and Frank were walking along the roads of Home. Piles of fallen leaves collected on the lawns they passed. Others were dancing in the wind. The ones caught beneath their boots crunched as they fell apart into flakey bits. A particularly cold breeze passed through, threatening to freeze Frank. 

"You holding up alright, Frank?" 

"It's so cold. I should have brought my scarf." Frank chided themself. 

"Here, use mine." Eddie wasted no time giving them his own. 

"Will you be alright without it?" They asked concerned, but thankful.

"Course I will. I've braved colder weather!" He smiled wide at Frank pushing the scarf closer.

With a smile Frank wrapped it around their neck instantly melting into the warmth, "Thank you, Eddie." 

"Can't have you freezing up on me now." He smiled at his husband. 

Overhead was a sky filled with angry clouds. No sun or spot of blue could be seen. From above came drops of water plodding against the earth as if testing the unshaken ground. Soon after a light pattering of rain trickled down. Eddie and Frank ran around the corner where a familiar red house came into view. As they moved closer, Home's large eyes caught sight of them.

They waved to Home picking up speed as the rain pelted harder. Home flapped their blinds, and from within a clicking could be heard. As they neared the building, the front door opened and a familiar blue head of hair peeked out. Wally was surprised to see them, but didn't hesitate to wave them over. He took a step back as they dove for cover. They'd made it just in time as the rain came down in sheets just shy of the threshold. Eddie checked his bag to see if anything was damaged. He was relieved to find that everything inside was dry and untouched. Home added wood to the fireplace as the two took off their coats.

"Thanks for letting us in," Eddie ran a hand through his damp hair, "Any longer and we would've been soaked through to our felt." He removed his coat carefully to keep any water from dripping onto the wooden floor. 

"It's lucky I decided to stay with Home today," He looked over at them glad to see that they were mostly dry, "Would you like something warm to drink? Tea or coffee? I'm currently out of hot chocolate." 

"Tea would be nice," Eddie looked to Frank who was fidgeting with their jacket, "For the both of us." 

"You should get comfortable by the fireplace. It'll warm you right up." Wally offered as he left for the kitchen.

Eddie placed a hand on Frank's shoulder giving it a light squeeze. With a reassuring smile he led them to the couch. The living room was sparse in furniture holding a couch, table, and a fireplace. Warmth rolled over them as they settled down, easing into the firm cushions. On the coffee table was a forgotten cup of tea. The tea bag floated on the surface partially hiding the red stains crusted along the edge. Frank stared intently at the sketchpad beside it.

It was flipped open to a page dated several months ago.The sketch looked familiar, but appeared muddled as if spilled water bled it. Delicate lines of lead ran off pulled by the stain. The spot had creased furthering its corruption, yet the other sketches looked untouched by the strange mar.  Frank held their notebook close to them, their fingers tapping against the spine. They couldn't place what this could be a drawing of, but something nagged at them telling them that it should be something they knew. Wally's humming could be heard from within his kitchen. 

"I don't know if this note will be enough. It's not exactly a stand-in for Y/N." Frank whispered.

"I reckon it will be. A letter means a lot to people, even from strange holes fed between dimensions." Eddie's words were encouraging, but did nothing to assuage the guilt Frank felt. 

The kettle rose to a feverish whistle, but was silenced by the turn of a knob. After a few minutes Wally came back carrying two mugs in his hands. Carefully the mugs were placed beside the sketchpad. Wally sat down on a chair next to the couch. Taking the tea into their hands Frank welcomed the added warmth. They gently tapped the mug unsure of how to start this conversation. 

"How have you been, Wally? I haven't talked with you much." Eddie asked. 

"I have not been so great, thanks for asking." Wally smiled, his head tilted to the side. A single apple shaped earring dangled from his lobe.

The silence continued for a few beats, "Would you like to talk about it?" 

Wally glanced at his open sketchpad before returning to Eddie, "I don't think I can paint anymore. What I want to draw eludes me." 

"Now that is a problem. What was the last thing you painted? That might help kickstart your art block." Eddie smiled kindly.

"My last works have been of Y/N, mostly." He spoke softly, not looking at either of them. An uncomfortable silence filled the space. 

Frank looked at the ruined sketch, "How did this happen?" 

Wally tensed as he looked down at the strange shape on the corner of the page, "That was a sketch of Y/N. After they.. fell whatever work they were in was ruined," Wally rubbed his wrist, "When I was sorting my canvases I noticed a painting I had done just peeled off the canvas in chunks." 

The next pause was overwhelming. Eddie and Frank shared a glance as if the same thought occurred to the both of them. Thick sheets of rain doused the windows. A clock ticked from somewhere further within Home. The tea was beginning to grow cold, but neither of them felt they could take a sip. Eddie set his mug down and reached for the sketchpad. Wally let his fingers run along the sloping shape of the earring.

He flipped through the pages squinting at the other ruined sketches, "We might have some good news to help cheer you up, and maybe even motivate you." 

"Is that so?" Wally perked up, his eyes landing on Eddie. 

Eddie smiled at Wally, "Well, for one Frank here found a way to deliver those letters you trusted me with." 

Wally sat up even straighter, his eyes brimming with restrained excitement, "This isn't a prank, is it neighbor?"  

Frank opened his notebook and removed the folded note, holding it out to Wally, "This came in the mail for you." 

Wally was surprised by the small note, but took it with both hands. It felt strange in his hands, almost as if it had weight to it. With nervous hesitation he unfolded the paper and began to read. Light swirled in his eyes as tears built before running down his cheeks. His hand rested on his neck as his eyes scanned the page. The stream of tears stained his felt and dripped onto the page. Wally wanted to memorize every word. 

Home creaked a few times urgently trying to console Wally. Eddie handed him a napkin and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Wally was still trembling as he pulled himself together, but he was smiling. 

"H-How?" His voice was hoarse. There was light blooming within his eyes. The letter was held dearly to his chest. Eddie nodded to Frank urging him to share what he knew. 

"I found a hole similar to the one Y/N fell into," Frank looked at Wally and Eddie, "I dropped a note into it and got that one in return." 

In an instant Frank was pulled into a tight hug by Wally. Frank hugged him back wanting to express all they couldn't say into this embrace. Frank kept their hand on his shoulder. Wally sat back on the couch with one important question in mind.

"Does this mean they can come back?" The question bounced around the room contained by these four walls.

Frank shook their head, "I'm sorry, Wally, I don't know." 

Wally held the note up and looked it over once more, "Can I go to the pumpkin patch?" 

"I think you can go out there right now." Eddie was standing behind the couch facing the large windows. The sheets of rain had ceased. The collective gray clouds had parted, reducing them to thinning trails of pulled cotton. With it came the sun shining its warming light over all of Home. 

Eddie picked up his jacket and bag from near the door. As he put them on Wally and Frank gathered their own things. Wally was distracted by the thought of Y/N being within reach. His thumb snagged as he pulled his jacket over his arm. Frank eyed Eddie as he stood outside in the sun. The smell of rain still lingered mingling with the smell of sodden ground.  They followed him out soon after.

Eddie turned to them, a smile on his face, "I need to get these letters delivered, be careful out there."

Frank took off the scarf Eddie had given them and put it around his neck, "I will." 

Eddie accepted the scarf with a wink, "I'll be around to check on you after work." 

Frank and Wally waved as Eddie walked off towards the bodega, his delivery bag in tow, "We should get going." 

They walked towards the opening of the forest following along a winding path. Roots of trees pushed through the crust before diving deep under the dirt. Their branches stretched far above them casting overlapping shadows. Sunlight peeked through the gently shaking branches. 

"You searched for the void all by yourself, Frank?" Wally asked, his eyes boring into his neighbors back.

"I figured I might as well put myself to use." Frank responded without looking at him. 

"Thank you." It came out as a whisper, but Frank had heard it. 

With a few clicks their head turned, "I promise we'll figure something out," their head clicked as it faced forward. The two settled into a companionable silence.

The trees were thinning out around them letting the path feed into a wider road. Rotting fences lined the pumpkin patch herding them towards an overgrown garden. Small oddly shaped gourds littered the ground. Most were smashed and pecked apart by birds. Cracked seeds were scattered all around them. Wally looked across the overgrown field and noticed a house tucked in the shadow of a few large weeping willows. 

"What is that place?" There was a yawning hole on the roof eating any light that chanced on it. The home looked to be bending at the sides sinking into itself. A single window was left wide open staring at them.

"It's been abandoned. There was a farm here a long time ago," Frank's head turned as they continued walking, "The pumpkins grow year round." 

"Oh." He jogged to catch up with Frank. 

They continued on in silence with Frank leading the way. The sky remained blue with the occasional coasting white cloud. If not for the dampness of the ground they walked on, they might have thought the storm was imagined. Birds chirped as they hopped about drying themselves in the afternoon sun. Together, they continued on until they reached a part where stems covered the path like thick rope. 

"Watch your step." They carefully tiptoed through it with Frank leading the way. Their hand was held out to Wally helping him find the trickier footfalls. As they stumbled onto the other side of the path, a lone pumpkin came into view. It was large and a bright orange color. The flesh was unmarked and it was pleasantly plump.

"All the other pumpkins look so.. smashed." Wally muttered to himself as he peeked from behind Frank.

"That's what drew me in when I first saw it." Frank shrugged as they stepped closer and knelt down. 

Frank wrapped their hands around the stem. With a grunt they twisted the stem. When it gave way the pumpkin hissed as trapped air was released. A trail of steam escaped into the breeze. Wally stared intently as Frank placed it on the ground. From within its guts a hum emanated growing in volume. A blue light grew until it illuminated Frank's face. Their head clicked as it turned to face Wally. 

Before either of them could speak a flurry of letters were spat from the depthless void. With a scream, Frank fell backwards tumbling down onto a patch of woven vines. Wally stumbled backwards as well tripping over his shoe as the stuffed envelopes fluttered down around him. One fell near him landing face up. His eyes widened as he recognized the scrawled lettering of his name. 

"They responded." Wally sat staring at the letter that settled with the dirt.

Frank picked up an envelope that landed on their face, "Did it need to be so many?" 

Wally gathered up the letters near to him before rushing over to Frank. He took their hand and tried his best to pull him out from the vines. When they wouldn't budge, Wally started to untangle the overlapping vines. After a few minutes Frank was finally free and standing on the path. Their hair was coated with dried leaves. Dirt stained their clothes. 

"Before I take us back to the neighborhood, and I get in the shower, you should leave something for them." Frank was dusting their clothes, but failed to remove the worsening stains. 

Wally was picking up the letters that remained scattered around, "I have something I wrote for them a while ago. I never asked Eddie to send it, it was very emotional." 

"Is that what you'd like to send?" They asked, dusting off their pants. 

"Yes." Wally bundled the letters together, giving them to Frank who took them carefully in hand. 

Wally removed a folded paper from his pocket. Inside was a revised collection of his thoughts during the first few days after Y/N slipped from his grasp and fell into the yawning abyss below. Wally sighed as he rubbed his earring between his fingers. He kneeled down to be closer to the void. As he stared into it a chill leaked from within. It fanned gently across his face. Wally held the letter out and let it slip from his grasp. 

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[runaway-dreamers]

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My name is Mango! Come in for a bit and rest.

All of my works are fanmade content. Please refer to @/partycoffin and their website for any Original Content dealing with Welcome Home.

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Hello there, reader! Take a seat here while I prepare you a cup of something magical. Weariness will untangle itself from you at the very first sip. This is my little cafe tucked into quiet corners and found between large imposing buildings. Here I set aside the heaviness of living, and indulge in the lovingly crafted delights of right now and today.

Should you have something to say, I will listen.

Should you have nothing to say, I will be here just outside your bubble.

Find comfort in knowing that I will just simply be here.

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My writing means something to me. It's how I connect with the ever changing, ever expanding, world that encompasses me. Writing allows me to remember and catalouge all those I have met, and all those I will meet. Writing, to me, has always been like breathing. It's the way I set about making sense of what is and isn't in this world. There was a period of time where I lost that connection. Where I forgot how to breathe. I drowned. I was buried alive. And I sprung to life each time, but only when I remembered how to breathe.

And as I am learning know that this means appreciating all the little things in my orbit.

This blog is about writing for the comfort of myself and others. Let's set the limits of those comforts, yes?

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The do:

Yes Y/N, Self Shipping

Yes Cutesy Fluff

Yes Angst

Yes Comfort

Yes, I Can Try to Tackle Heavy Subjects (If I feel I can handle it well)

Yes Non-Romantic Age-gap

Yes LGBTQ+ Friendly

Yes Affection/Kissing/Hugging/Some Tension

The don't:

No Incest

No Rape

No Sex

No Hard Substance Abuse (Weed + Mushrooms are safe)

No Physical/Mental/Emotional Abuse

No Glorification of Problematic Shipping and/or Scenarios

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My tag for my doodles: espresso-doodles

My tag for my writing: espresso-musings

Ko-fi/mochatipjar

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Comfort characters:

Wally Darling from Partycoffin's Welcome Home Project

Howdy Pillar from Partycoffin's Welcome Home Project

[Stay tuned...]

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💜 Masterlist: Also on my A03 Ginger_Lemon_Tea

💜 Enjoy Right Now, Today [Chapter One, Chapter Two]

This is something I wrote mainly for myself, feel free to read.

💜 The Everyday Life of Wally Darling [Fic Request One, Fic Request Two, Fic Request Two cont., Fic Request two fin.]

This is a collection of all my requests for Wally Darling.

#espresso-doodles #espresso-musings #enjoy right now today #the everyday life of wally darling #espresso-speaks

[runaway-dreamers]

I'm so happy people like what I've been writing. It's been so long since I wrote anything like this. I feel really proud of it, even if it isn't perfect or fit exactly how I want it to. As long as it has the intended effect I am overjoyed! Read my pinned post.

Please consider sending me requests <3 It takes me time to brainstorm and plan, but I will always do my best, and I'll let you know if what was asked is something I can't do. Thank you!

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[chronicbeans]

What would it be like if you were Wally's puppeteer?

I actually have a whole story, start to finish for that scenario! I'll provide the links to the Masterlist that have the parts for it below, alongside some extra little info and just an overview for his behaviors and thoughts! Just a heads up, these Masterlists are a bit chaotic, because I am not well practiced in making them! 😅 Also, the story is pretty old - my first one on here - so idk how well it holds up!

Being Wally Darling's Puppeteer:

TW: Idol Worshipping, Obsessive Behavior, Unintentional Violence (Puppet Man Doesn't Understand how Fragile Humans can be)

As a puppet, Wally isn't necessarily in as much control over you as he would be as a puppeteer. He doesn't mind, though! He doesn't see the need to control you. It's your job to control him. Why would he want to control you?

He always knew he was a puppet, but not necessarily what it meant. To him and his friends, being a puppet was basically the same as being human, just with more stuffing and felt than skin and bone. So, when he got brought to the human world, realizing that every puppet has a puppeteer... someone who controls what they say and do everyday... his mind is blown. His mindset is filled with the idea that making you happy will, in turn, make his already pleasant life perfect! His friends will be even happier, he will be happier, and most importantly, you will be happier!

Then, that desire to make his own life better fades away as everything settles in better. As he watches you, he begins to grow attached to you. Well, more so than a puppet and puppeteer already are. You are his savior! Think about it! Someone who controls what he says and does in his world... What does that sound like to you?

He isn't scared to reveal himself to you. He's your puppet! Why would you be scared if he is walking and talking? You are pals! You have a bond stronger than pals, actually! He wants your attention. He wants your affection. He wants you to be proud of him. He needs it.

He is willing to go to extreme lengths, however, he doesn't understand the consequences of it. As a puppet, he can handle things like... say, a heavy object falling from a high place and hitting his head. That may sound very specific, but as a three foot tall puppet, that's one of the few things he can do. He can also handle things like accidentally stapling himself. Just pull it out! It feels uncomfortable, yes, but no severe injuries! He doesn't understand that humans can't handle it. That humans are harmed by it. He may know that if feels uncomfortable for them and mean to do these things, but he doesn't understand the extent of injury these actions can cause.

So, you may notice some of your coworkers being brought to the hospital for odd injuries. An "incident with the stapler", "a large box of tools fell on their head", "the sewing machine malfunctioned". They never really want to explain what actually happened when they come back, either. They tend to avoid you, too. Wally does feel bad, don't get me wrong! He didn't mean to hurt them that badly... But, depending on the person, he might think they deserved it. Specifically if they were mean to you in the past.

You also get a bucket load of letters, drawings, and paintings on your desk at work, every single day. He has no fear in signing them, either! He'll proudly write his name, mention how much he loves you, and doodle little hearts and smiley faces all over the paper. If he didn't reveal that he is alive at this point in time, you probably think that it is all some sick joke. If he did, you are most likely twice as scared as before.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling x reader

[tiredly101]

A discovery

Pairing: Doll!Wally Darling x Every day Joe!Male reader

Illustrated Doll Wally Au, saw this post and it inspired me to write this but alas picture done by @rainingdandelion

M/n life has never been too interesting; dealing with rude costumers everyday, sometimes having the time to hang out with Gepeto and his husband Mario which made him feel way to single and dealing with his mind everyday are some of the things that M/n did daily and yet his life could be considered dull. He was alive but he wasn't actually living and those words, as similar as they are, have such different meanings.

M/n was heading back to his apartment sighting softly until his eyes met with a box that had written 'Fragile' in its side, M/n quirked his eyebrow not recalling ordering anything but he carefully open the box that was filled with VHS tapes and at the bottom he could see something blue. He reaches into the box to see a yellow doll with blue hair in a pompodur with some open and broken parts being decorated with dust.

"Poor lil' guy's all beat up," muttered M/n under his breath before looking around the hall to see if the box belonged to someone else. M/n simply shrugged before entering his apartment holding with care the doll and pushing the box carefully with his feet.

Once inside M/n let the doll sit in the couch while he grabbed materials to patch up the doll not noticing how his eyes followed him with a grateful yet soft smile. M/n sat down next to the doll and turned on the TV before eyeing the box and decided to put one of the VHS tapes where a colorful cartoon show started playing where M/n was greeted by the doll he had next to him, apperently his name was Wally Darling.

"Well Mr. Darling seems like I'm gonna have to patch you up, don't it?," Said M/n softly before grabbing the needle and thread and trying to find the right color of fabric to patch up correctly Wally who smiled at the guy.

"He was beautiful and yet his eyes seemed so... lifeless? Wally wonders why is that..."

I might make this a series so if I do let me know if you want to be tagged!

#welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally darling x male reader #Tiredly Jackie writes

[tiredly101]

Im sorry...

Pairing: Wally Darling x Abused!Male Reader

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 and Part 6

Summary: You wake up, finally, startled. Wally was there but the first thing you said when you woke up where shocking.

It had been two months since Josh came to pay you a visit. Two months since Wally has heard M/n's voice, felt his warm hand interlocking fingers with his, seeing him smile or hearing him laugh. It was driving Wally insane, feral even; his friends could tell the change, he has been more aggressive, more ruthless, less happy and more angry. They were scared of him but deep down they knew that it was because M/n hadn't woken up yet but it went deeper than that.

Wally had to enter everyday to his house and see the new carpet mocking him as he remember M/n fighting for his life but he only gained satisfaction when he went to the basement, where he would normally paint, and take out his frustrations on Josh after all he is guilty so Wally should punish him...

That is what Wally convinced himself of but today he decided to the one thing he should have done when he had Josh on his knees begging for mercy in the forest and that was killing him. It wasn't because he thought Josh deserved the sweet thing called death, he only did it because what would M/n think? Would he be scared? Would he be grateful? Would he run away? Would he...leave him? He couldn't have any of that, he couldn't afford to loose M/n and less to such a worthless trash like Josh.

Wally’s pov

I walk down to Poppy’s house, overall the day was going quite well, I got rid of Josh body’s without anyone seeing and Howdy gave an entire basket of apples for free even after I ate about half of his apple stock.

I enter Poppy’s house and go straight towards M/n’s room, I sit down on the chair and look at M/n’s sleeping figure. He looked so calm, so peaceful, so… ethereal and if the situation was different I would have appreciate the sight. I see his hand twitch and all the air is knocked out of my lungs when I see his eyes flutter open; he look’s around and his eyes land on mine making them go wide with… confusion?.

“Thank the rainbows you are awake M/n… I’ve missed you,” I said while taking a hold of his hand making him stare at me and shift his gaze from my hand to my eyes, I could see the soft blush in his cheeks which made me smile.

“Im sorry… but who are you?,” asked M/n making my heart sink, he doesn’t know who I am? Oh, how I wish I had let Josh live for one more day…

The final part is coming let me know if you want to be tagged!

Tag list:

@mythjustiice @distinguishedpuppyface @pr5is1ng @lunamonkeypower @waywardstardustcollector @thelostboys11 @darling-w @frindtheshapeshifter405 @mb1614 @fandom-wreck-9000 @ghosteezofvispast @dd71128

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