#'so wally and his house huh. whats up with that'

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

warlock wizard Wally scribbles... Thinkings! oh and a bonus bard-ish Barnabys in the corner for flavor

outfit ramblings:

first of all that is a Terrible rendition of what Home looks like in my head. i just needed to fill empty space </3

the staff was the toughest part honestly. bc it Had to be paintbrush-themed, but then halfway through scribbling i was like "oh shit. there are only so many ways to draw a paintbrush-wizard-staff and Weevmo already hit it out of the park." so if you're seeing similarities! you're right! i tried to make it as different as i could! there is Inspiration from their marvelous design, however accidental or subconscious! Apologies!

he gets a pointed hood instead of a hat because a) it looks great on him! and b) it has less of a chance of messing up his hair! also c) it helps muddle the difference between Wizard and Warlock. typically hoods have evil/duplicitous connotation - blur the lines! i want his long gloves and forearm wraps to have the same vibe. his neckerchief is a big help in hiding Home's seal!

his layered (loosely apple-themed) capelet (which the hood is attached to) has a nice high collar & hides the details of his loose shirt - eye embroidery! and some flowers on the shoulders but yk, mostly eyes. on one side of the shirt buttons has open eyes, the other side they're closed! there's also one big eye on his back!

his belt buckle is two halves of an apple! he wears tall thigh-high boots w/ low heels to feel Taller! he has a book-holster hooked to the back of his belt, which holds his grimoire! and he has a lil thigh-bag that has been magicked to be Bottomless and warps size! he can fit pretty much anything in there! canvases! paint! apples!

his half-skirt thing (idk what the word for it is!) is really plush, like a quilt - his capelet is the same fabric. soft, cozy. sometimes he'll use the skirt thing as a blanket in a pinch, or as a picnic placemat!

is his outfit a little Complicated? is it annoying to replicate? yes and yes. but im a maximalist at heart and Nothing But The Best for the blorbo <3 layers my beloved <3

[purple-goo-writes]

Punk Hazard

Now to put this into a story.

Part 2 Here

It was a normal day in Central City. The Flashes were fighting the latest team-up between Killer Frost and Captain Cold. So of course it was snowing in July now and traffic was stalled due to ìce attacks making the roads impassable. But the heroes had the villains on the ropes. Then a fresh wave of ice and cold came out of nowhere, covering everything and everyone in frost. Dropping the temperature further as the crunching of boots on ice drew everyone's attention. Dressed in distressed black leather pants with frosted chains, a black crop top with a deep v-neck lined with blue, and plenty of ice chains to rattle as he walked was a teen near Impulse's age with pale blue skin, elfin features, and long black hair streaked with white and blue. Blue lips pulled into a deadly smirk as the air started to thrum with vibrations and the beat of crackling ice, "Time to drop the beat down."

Unfortunately for the heroes, they were not familiar with this villain's move set or powers. And it seemed they had made a mistake in assuming that his powers were similar to the other two ice villains. Only to be thrown for a loop when they missed a beat and started to freeze. And the music was only getting faster and with it came faster ice attacks.

Later, Barry groaned as his team worked to get him, Wally, and Bart out of their ice prisons. The three of them were shivering and turning blue from how cold their core temps had dropped. Looked like they would be hitting the showers on max heat once thawed out.

"What in the world was that?" Wally groaned once he was finally freed, while Barry rubbed his hands together to get feeling back, "I don't know but we better get investigating to figure out how to fight this new guy."

"Yeah, I don't fancy being a Flash-cicle just because I can't keep the beat," Wally grumbled, "Dick is going to make me play sooo much Just Dance once he hears about our new villain."

"You noticed it too?" Bart shivered, taking his mind away from the fact that the new villain was around his age and rather interesting to look at. Something he hadn't noticed before on others. he shook his head, no he needed to focus, "We had to follow the beat of the music or we started to freeze up. It was pretty easy to do until he started to ramp up the difficulty. Also...He has to follow the beat as well."

Barry groaned softly as he wrapped the blanket handed to him around his shoulders, "Wally is right, we are going to have to start ramping up our Just Dance scores...Hal is going to laugh himself sick."

All three groaned realizing their respective teams were going to be insufferable.

---

"You are pretty badass, kid," Killer Frost smirked once they got away from the heroes, "What even are your powers?" "A cross between music manipulation and Ice control," He shrugged, "I've been calling it Cryo Symphony." "Got a name?" Captain Cold grunted looking over the little punk, though little probably only applied to age given the kid was nearly his height and in that awkward stage between Twink and Tank.

"I was thinking Punk Frost-" "Yeah no, I got Frost already covered and I'm not looking for a side kick," Killer Frost hissed at him, making the kid raise his hands in surrender, "Okay, how about Punk Hazard? After all, I am a punk and my powers are hazardous to other's health if they can't keep the beat." "Sounds good kid, now you got a place to stay?" Snart asked, tone gruff but concerned. He never liked seeing kids turn to the villain life, didn't really like kiddie heroes but at least they had more support then kiddie villains did.

"Ummm not really?" Danny shrugged, "Probably the bridge I've been sleeping under."

Even Frost looked concerned at that, causing Snart to sigh, "Yeah no, I got a safe house you can crash at. Come on, you look like you haven't eaten in days." Danny blinked in confusion, "Huh?" Making Frost snicker, "Sorry, kid looks like you've been adopted."

[b-o-e]

sleepy phone call Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: fluff :))

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #6 :)

You find yourself unable to fall asleep, leading you to call Wally in the late hours of the night.

“Hello?”

Ah, jeez.

What had you been thinking?

You’d been staring up at your ceiling for who knows long. You’d been tossing and turning all night, unable to fall asleep, despite the exhaustion seeping through your body.

What made you think calling Wally would be a smart idea in your barely coherent state? Well, actually, it was probably just that. You incoherent state did.

“Hi,” you finally mustered out. You were already regretting your decisions. What if he’d been asleep? What if he had been peacefully reading a book in bed? Painting, for whatever reason?

“... Are you alright?” Wally’s voice returned, laced with concern. There was a bit of rustling. “It’s late,”

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. You were debating hanging up there and then, but that would be even worse at this point, wouldn't it?

“I don’t mind in the slightest.”

Your heart swelled. He was always so sweet and considerate, wasn’t he? Always there when you needed him. You shouldn't have doubted that.

“... I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, gnawing lightly on your bottom lip. 

“Ha ha, I think I know how that feels,”

You facepalmed. You’re an idiot, aren’t you? No, he had not been asleep.

Nonetheless, a giggle slipped past your lips, amused by your own silly mistake.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be one to speak, huh? That was insensitive,” you chuckled, “I’m sorry,”

“I don’t mind,” he told you. “I’m quite used to it. What keeps you up though, neighbour?”

What was keeping you awake? Really, you had no clue. Was it the fact that you couldn’t get him off your mind, to the point where you subconsciously thought ‘hey, calling Wally in the ungodly hours in the early morning is a good idea’?

You shifted your seated position, fiddling with the phone's cord as you pursed your lips in thought. Finally, you decided on an answer.

“I’m not entirely sure,” you sighed. “I just… maybe my brain is being too loud, tonight.” You claimed. It wasn't a lie, yet it saved you from telling the full, embarrassing truth.

“Is there something on your mind you’d like to speak about?” You heard a bit of light shuffling.

“I…” you paused, trying to find the words you wanted to say. “I’m not sure, honestly,” you grumbled. “I think… I think I just wanted to hear your voice,” you confessed to him, blunt and honest.

The call went silent. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach. Did that sound odd?

“Wally?” You forced a chuckle, wiping your sweaty palms on your sheets. When did it get so warm in your house? “Sorry, that was probably a strange thing to say, wasn’t it?” You apologized, grimacing a little.

“Not at all,” his response came swiftly, pausing before he continued. “I’m honoured to hear you say that, neighbour,”

“Okay,” you breathed, relieved you hadn’t creeped him out. You knew Wally wasn’t very judgemental, but you still worried sometimes with the things that slipped past your lips.

Silence fell between the two of you, leaving you to desperately wrack your brain to figure out the right words to say.

What was the point of being so uptight? You already let that last comment slide. You were getting too tired to care, anymore.

“Would you mind…” you began, taking a second to figure if you really wanted to say this.

“Would you mind, just… talking?” You requested shyly. 

“Hmm…” he hummed, “Would you like me to talk about anything in particular?”

“Anything,” you shook your head, despite the fact he wouldn't be able to see it.

“Anything…” Wally parroted, going quiet for a while. Your eyes fell shut, your body further into your mattress. Even with him on the phone now, you were feeling less restless than you had been beforehand. His company was comforting, even over a silly call.

“Can I… confess, something to you, neighbour?” Wally’s sweet voice returned to your ears. 

“Of course you can, Wally. I’m always here for you if you need me,” you mumbled.

“... Do you promise?” His tone almost seemed to be one of slight insecurity, an unusual sound for him. Your eyes reopened, staring back up at your ceiling. This seemed like something that could be important to him, and you wanted to ensure he had your full attention.

“Cross my heart, always and forever…” the words fell off your tongue with ease, repeating a vow he told to you some weeks prior. A promise you were more than willing to keep in return.

“Well,” Wally began, “I have… a secret. One that I’ve been keeping from you, that’s about you. One that I've found to cause me some distress,” 

About you? Now, that was a bit worrisome. 

“I hope I haven’t done anything wrong to harm you,” you stressed. That was the last thing you wanted.

“No, no, you’ve done nothing wrong at all,”

“Thank goodness, I was terrified,” you breathed a chuckle, your worry levels lowering. The feeling was still there, as you remained unsure of what the cause of Wally’s distress truly was.

“Sorry, neighbour… I’m struggling to find the right words to say it to you,” he admitted, sounding slightly defeated.

“Take your time, Wally. There’s no rush. I’ll be ready when you are,” you tried to put his mind at ease.

You could hear him inhale deep and slow, holding it for a few moments, before letting it back out. He spoke gently.

“Your eyes,”

He paused for only a second, releasing a sigh.

“They rob the words off of my tongue.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes widening in surprise.

“My heart,” he went on, “it sings with euphoria every second you are near,”

There was no way this was happening.

“Ha ha… we may as well call it yours, with how full of you it is,”

Said heart pounded in your chest so loud, you could hear it in your head. 

“It’s no secret how I enjoy indulging in art quite frequently,” He continued.

“And yet, you manage to be the most extravagant masterpiece I’ve come across,” His voice was at a new level of gentleness than you’ve ever heard before. It was filled with nothing but open honesty, although you felt like there was something else laced in with it.

“You’re unfathomably endearing, and I crave more of you every time we part. That night we spent time together under the stars?” He ended with a questioning lilt, causing you to reflect back on that evening.

“There were so many things I wanted to say to you then. I wanted to tell you that if you asked me to, I’d figure out a way to give you the moon. That, despite the sky full of them, you shine brighter than any star up there in my eyes,” 

You didn’t know what to say. Truth be told, you were simply just… speechless.

“And after all this time, I’m still dancing around the point that I’m trying to get across, ha ha,” 

“The truth is, my darling…”

Your mind is playing tricks on you, if you heard what you were expecting next.

“... I’m in lo–”

You slammed the phone down on its base.

This was not happening.

Were you dreaming? 

Have you been asleep this whole time, stuck in an extremely realistic dream?

The pain in your arm when you pinched it tightly answered that question for you…

You stared into the darkness of your house, wide eyed.

Was he really about to say what you thought he was?

“Of course he was!” You answered that question aloud, slapping your hands to your face.

And you just hung up on him!

You froze.

You hung up on him.

…

You scrambled out of bed.

You tripped over your twisted blankets in the process.

Go, go, go! Your mind screamed at you.

You didn’t care to put on any shoes. It was the least of your concerns right now. You yanked your front door open, darting out of it, and making a mad dash to Home.

Your feet padded against the ground below them, your legs moving faster than you thought they even could. Your adrenaline was spiking through the roof!

What if it was too late now? What if you ruined your chances, forever?

Your brain nagged at you. What if this? What if that?

When you came into Home’s view, it didn't even see you as you approached, attention focussed elsewhere. Once it did take notice of you, its door swung open for you, swaying slightly as if to usher you in. That's exactly what you did. 

Your eyes, blurred with stressed tears, scanned the room around you. Drifting to the table where Wally's phone typically sat, you found it to be missing. You followed the line that connected to the wall, ending at the landline, sat right next to the man you were looking for. 

His head lifted from his knees, attention captured by the sound of your hurried breaths as your body tried to compose itself. 

His widened in shock eyes met yours, teardrops rolling down his cheeks as they did on yours. No matter, a smile still remained on his features, despite being the most pathetic you’ve ever seen. You stared at each other for a moment, until you swallowed down the lump in your throat.

“Say it to my face,” you panted out.

You walked closer, kneeling before him, your hands cupping his cheeks. His own came up, wrapping gently around your wrists.

“Please,” you begged softly, voice cracking with desperation, choked up. “Please, Wally, say it to my face,”

His gaze softened, never breaking from yours. He opened his mouth, hesitating.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered.

And that’s all you needed to hear.

You closed the gap between you, kissing him, his grip on your wrists tightening. 

“Again?” You murmured softly as you pulled away, looking into his awestruck eyes. He took a moment to process what had happened, before he responded.

“... I’m in love with you,” 

Your lips pressed to his in another gentle kiss, Wally having the mind to return it, more prepared this time. When you pulled away, the corners of his smile quirked upwards.

“Ha ha, again?” He was the one to request this time, leaning his forehead against yours. “I'm in love with you,” he repeated, hopeful of receiving another kiss. You gave a choked giggle, giving him what he desired. You pecked his lips, his cheeks, and then his forehead.

“I’m in love with you too, Darling.” 

imagine getting deceived twice in a row AHAHAAH, I had to make you think it would be more angst so you wouldn't expect this ending like so many of you did, bwahahah! yes, you get a happy ending! yippe! however, this still isn't the end, and there is more to come!

but! feelings are out there! feelings are reciprocated! yippee! I hope you enjoyed this part, maybe just a smidge more than the last, haha!

here is a link to my silly lil wally fics in their recommended order if you would like :) these can also be found on my ao3 B) I also have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me!

alas!! 'tis all for now! next will likely be out in two days! like and reblogs are extremely appreciated, gimme dopamine rahhhh!!! until next time! MWAH! <3

Posted Sunday, May 6, 2023, at 11:37 AM

[that1emowitch]

Suit Shopping

Prompt by @shinekocreator : "Hear me out: the batsiblings going suit shopping with Dick. Fluffy engaged birdflash. Maybe something around planning the wedding. Also some batsiblings being siblings"

A/N: I had a random burst of inspiration at 10 pm and suddenly wrote this whole this lol

Words: 3006

LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART 2!

TW: None, I think. It's all pretty fluffy. Lmk if I missed smth

“I still think he’ll look prettier in purple,” Steph holds up her phone, showing an image of a bright purple suit. “Like, look at that! All it needs is some glitter.”

“Tt.” Damian scowls at her. “Everyone knows weddings are supposed to be black-and-white.”

“Yeah, the purple looks like the Joker,” Jason points out, nodding. “But hear me out: Red.”

Damian shouts again in protest, basically jumping on Jason. The two start fighting, pulling each-other’s hair and yelling.

“You sure you want them to help, Rob?” Wally shakes his head, his arms wrapped around Dick’s waist as the pair stands just a few feet away, looking at the Bats trying to kill each other.

Dick sighed, resting his head on his boyfriend— no, fiance’s shoulder. “They’re not really giving me a choice, honestly. But this’ll be fun, I’m sure!”

Wally chuckles. “Yeah, Bart and Barry are insisting to come shopping with me, too. So is Iris, actually.” He pulls away from Dick after placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “I’d better get going. Have fun!”

“You too!” Dick smiles as he watches his beloved speed off— he is the fastest man alive, after all. Then Cass walks up to him, gesturing to Damian, Steph, and Jason, then pushing her right hand towards the webbed part of her left in the sign for “annoying”.

He just chuckles, shaking his head. “Just have to wait for Duke and Tim, now, huh?”

Cass smiles and points behind him— where Duke has just entered the living room through the Batcave. “Hey, D,” He waves his hand in greeting as he walks up to them. He gives Damian and Jason— the latter of who is now pinning the younger against a wall with a gun raised— a long look. “What is going on?”

Cass just makes the “annoying” ASL sign again.

“DUKE!” Steph suddenly jumps on him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “I am so glad you’re here, you’re the only sensible one in this house! Which color do you think Dick’s suit should be?”

She shows him three photos— one exquisite, expensive purple suit made of leather, and two cheap thrift-store black and red suits.

Duke hesitates, carefully extracting himself from the blonde. “Uhh… Don’t you think Dick should decide? It is his wedding.”

“Thank you,” Dick says, pulling Duke closer. 

“Heathens, all of you,” Steph shakes her head, disappointed.

That’s when Tim finally enters through the front door— being carried by Kon. Tim quickly jumps out of Kon’s arms, beet red, when he realizes his siblings are already here, and watching. Jon trails after the pair, instantly brightening up when he sees Damian.

Damian stops fighting with Jason just to greet Jon. Suddenly, the young Super flies into Damian, wrapping himself around the Bat, yapping away excitedly.

Everyone in the room freezes.

Oh no, poor Jon is so dead… Dick thinks.

Then.

Damian awkwardly raises his arm and pats Jon on the back, half-hugging him.

Jon pulls away in a second then runs to Dick. “Is it true? You’re getting married? How does it work? Are you excited? Where’s your ring? When’s the wedding? Are you gonna have a b—”

“Woah, woah there!” Dick laughs a little, showing off his ring— a thin gold strand with a Robin on it. “Yeah, I’m engaged to Wally. You know, Flash.” 

“WOAH…” Jon’s eyes are wide with awe. Damian pulls him away, tutting. 

“Tt. You must be real naive if you don’t know how weddings work.”

“Whatever, man, I just wanna go to the mall.” Jon smiles and shrugs. 

Dick smiles back, proud of his Baby Bat for making a good friend. “So,” He claps his hands, getting everyone’s attention. “None of us will be flying to the mall, just FYI. Now, there’s 9 of us here, but one car can only fit five, so we’ll need to take two cars.”

“Um, actually,” Jason stood, twirling keys on his fingers. “I’m taking my motorbike. And only Blondie’s allowed to come with.”

“But this is a family bonding opportunity, Jay!” Dick protested. “We can all—”

“I have a bike,” Kon said suddenly, looking at Tim hopefully. “I can just fly back and get it here. Then we can— uh…”

Tim blushes. “Yeah, yeah, that’d be perfect.”

Kon flashes a smile, and flies out the window.

Dick sighs. I guess that leaves no other choice.

“Okay, the rest of you, come on,” Dick heads to the garage, watching with a soft smile as Damian, Jon, Duke, and Cass pile into his car. While Jon and Damian bicker over who called shotgun first, Cass quietly slips into the passenger seat.

God, Dick loves his sister.

He flashes her a smile, letting her turn the radio to a station to one that plays 60’s ballroom music— she loves music with no words.

He hears the moment the boys realize Cass has taken the seat— they fall quiet, and get into the back, squeezing against Duke, who was peacefully sitting by the window.

He grins, hands on the steering wheel, ready to set off.

They all meet again in the mall’s carpark. Jason and Steph are discussing something about the parking being ridiculously overpriced, Damian’s explaining to Duke how cars work (Duke’s trying hard not to say “I know”), Cass is still listening to ballroom music, Kon’s encouraging Jon to get piercings…

“This is the quietest they’ve all been together, isn’t it?” Tim pipes up from beside Dick, making the older man jump.

“Jesus— Tim, how’re you so quiet?” Dick took a breath to steady himself.

“Years of stalking Batman and Robin paid off, I guess,” He shrugs. “I need coffee.”

Before Dick can reply, Tim walks towards the others, and shouts, “Okay, people. Here’s how it’s gonna go:”

Dick’s brows furrow. “Wait, you’re planning this—”

“There are too many stores, and not enough time. So we’ll split up into groups, find and buy any and all suits we like— in size M, or US 40—”

“—You know my size?”

“—forget about the price, Bruce is paying, and meet back at McDonald’s at 6pm. Jason and Steph, go with Dick to the east wing of the mall. Cass and Duke, go to the west wing. Kon and I will take the north, Damian and Jon to the south. Got that?”

Dick was stunned for a second when everyone easily agreed and split up— they must’ve discussed this before. Slightly dazed, he let Jason and Cass lead him away, to the east entrance of the mall.

Damian walks through the mall, heading straight to the information desk, where a directory of all stores is put up. His eyes scan the shop names and their descriptions, analyzing each one. After all, Grayson deserves the best of the best.

Suddenly Jon appears beside him, vibrating with enthusiasm. “Where do we go first?”

“Nordstrom.” Damian replies, his eyes landing on the name of the store. “Anything there will easily outshine every suit any of the others manage to find.”

“Oooh, that sounds so fancy!” Jon’s eyes widen in awe.

“It is. Not that a farmboy like you could understand it.” Damian turns to face Jon.

“At least I’m not a crazy trust fund kid who’s going to buy, like, 20 suits just so Dick has plenty of choices,” Jon shoots back, undeterred.

“At least I’m not a 12-year-old who thinks math is hard.” 

“At least I don’t have Mommy or Daddy issues.”

"At least I'm a man of great intelligence and taste, while you are a farmboy that talks to birds."

"Hey, those birds were awesome... and at least I talk to them... you just sit around being brooding and quiet. The most noise you make is when you're complaining."

“At least I am not a naive boy who thinks the world is sunshine and rainbows!”

Jon crosses his arms. "Yeah, and at least I'm not a brooding snob who's afraid to express his feelings, so he hides behind sarcasm and snarky comments." 

That one shuts Damian up. 

“So,” Jon puts up a radiant smile again, hand pointing into the air. “To Nordstrom!”

“It’s right there.” Damian points behind Jon.

Jon moves so he’s pointing towards the store. “To Nordstrom!”

Tim and Kon’s hands find each other as soon as they part with the rest of the group— enjoying this feeling of being so close to one another. They head straight to the first clothes store they find, searching around for a suit.

“Hey, Tim,” Kon calls, picking up a red and blue Superboy-themed crop top, complete with leather lining and metal studs. “This would look cute on you.”

Tim blushes. “Kon, we’re looking for a suit!”

“But just buy this too,” Kon encourages, smirking. “Trust me. I can really imagine you in this.”

“And nothing else.” The words escape Tim’s mouth before he can think, and he suddenly slaps his free hand over his mouth. “Um, forget that. Please.”

Kon’s cheeks turn slightly red, but he puts the top in their shopping basket anyway. “So. Um. Suits.”

“Yes,” Tim says awkwardly “Suits.”

The two find a section of the store for formal clothing soon enough, and start rummaging around for something Dick might like.

Everything seems wrong— too formal, too stiff, too not Dick.

“What if we buy a few of these suits, then paint them?” Kon suggests.

Tim turns to face him, thinking. “Good idea, but the only one of us that can paint well is Damian— and we’re competing against him.”

Kon’s brows raise. “Wait, we’re competing against Damian?”

“We’re competing against every other ‘team’ we split up in,” Tim explains, skimming through racks of blue-gray suits. “Damian and Jon, Duke and Cass, Steph and Jason.”

“Oh,” Kon nodded along. “So, how does it work?”

“We all find the best suits possible and present them to Dick, and the team whose suit Dick picks wins.”

“And Dick has no idea about this competition.”

“Helps him be a neutral judge.”

“Uh-huh,” Kon chuckles. “You Bats and your secrecy…”

“Coffee,” Tim says suddenly, turning to leave the store. “We’re not gonna find anything here. Might as well get some coffee. On me.”

Kon smiles, taking Tim’s hand again. “As you wish, babe.”

Then his eyes widen. “Wait, we have to buy the tank top first!”

Duke watches as his sister prances around the store, looking at the different dresses. They’re in a designer boutique (whose manager didn’t believe they were actually here to buy something until they flashed Bruce’s credit card). 

He chuckles as Cass picks up a soft pink dress, holding it to herself and standing before the mirror. “It looks lovely, really.”

Cass smiles, and gives it to the manager to add to their cart, just like the many other dresses she did so with before. It doesn’t matter that they’re here to buy a suit— if Cass likes something along the way, she can very well buy it.

Then she finds another princess gown— this time, pastel purple, with shiny sequins and sparkles.

“Yeah, Steph’s gonna love seeing you in that,” Duke grins teasingly. Cass blushes sightly, then hands it over to the manager.. 

“Also, where are your best suits? Something flashy, not formal and plain.” He asks one of the assistants. 

“Oh, yes, I’m sure yellow and black would look great on you, Mr. Thomas,” The assistant replies politely, starting to lead them to a corner.

Duke tries not to cringe at the mention of him in black and yellow. “Um, it’s for my brother, actually. We have his measurements, but is it possible to get it custom-made without him actually being here? It’s a bit of a surprise.”

“Of course,” The assistant nods, leading them to a row of racks filled with rolled-up sheets of fabric. “It would take longer, but you can custom-pick every piece of fabric, every decoration, even talk to our design specialist to make it perfect. It would usually take a few weeks, but for you, we can get it done in just two days, I’m sure.”

Cass walks up to them. “Blue.”

“Of course.”

“Like the night sky. With shining stars, if that’s possible.” Duke adds.

“Do have a chat with the design specialist I mentioned, Mr. Thomas and Ms. Wayne.” The assistant smiles politely. “Shall I check out the six dresses you bought, meanwhile?”

Duke nods, smiling. “Yes, please.”

This was definitely going to be better than the others’ suits.

Steph pulls Dick along by the hand as they both laugh, running through the clothes store. Jason walks behind them, clearly amused but pretending to not care.

“OOOH, pick this!” Steph shoves another bright purple suit into Dick’s hands. He gives her a look. 

“Steph… I don’t like purple! I want something blue!” Dick looks around, making sure no one’s eavesdropping, hen whispers, “Nightwing blue!”

Steph pouts. “What do you think, Jason?”

“Red.” Jason replies, looking through some suits. “But if we wanna win, we gotta give him what he wants.”

Steph frowns slightly, but agrees.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Dick holds his hands in front of them. “What do you mean ‘win’?”

Both of them freeze. Then Steph replies awkwardly, “Uh, win your heart, of course!”

“Yeah,” Jason adds, his tone dry. “Prove we’re your best siblings ever.”

Dick blinks. “Steph’s not a sibling. She’s dating our sister and she used to date our brother.”

“Potato, Potatoh,” Steph puts on the fakest smile ever, steering Dick away towards the blue-coloured suits. He goes along, confused.

As they peruse through the suits, Steph and Jason exchange glances, silently communicating their plan. They need to find the perfect Nightwing blue suit to win Dick over. They scan through the racks, occasionally holding up a suit for Dick to inspect. 

“This one?” Steph asks, holding up a suit that's more on the navy side.

“Nah, too dark,” Dick shakes his head.

“What about this one?” Jason suggests, pointing to a suit that's a bit too light.

“Too bright,” Dick dismisses it.

The trio continues their search, but nothing seems to meet Dick's standards. Steph starts to feel a little anxious— they need to find something soon if they want to win the competition. Just as she's about to suggest going to another store, Jason spots a suit tucked away in the corner.

“Hey, check this out,” Jason calls out, pulling out a suit in the perfect shade of Nightwing blue. It's sleek, stylish, and has just the right amount of sophistication.

Dick's eyes light up as he examines the suit. “This... this is it.”

Steph grins triumphantly. “I knew we'd find the perfect one!”

Jason nods in agreement. “Let's grab it before someone else snatches it.”

They quickly make their way to the checkout counter, excitement bubbling within them. As they pay for the suit, Jason can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Not only did they find the ideal suit for Dick, but they're also one step closer to winning the competition.

With the suit in hand, they head towards the designated meeting spot at McDonald's, eager to show off their find and see what the others have come up with.

The group rendezvouses at a particularly large booth in the mall’s McDonald’s just at 6 pm. Everyone’s carrying shopping bags— Damian and Jon are carrying three each. They settle into the booth, arranging themselves comfortably, excitement evident in their expressions.

Dick, seated at the head of the table, can hardly contain his curiosity. “Alright, everyone, let's see what you've got!”

“Not right now!” Duke shouts suddenly, and Cass nods along. “Cass and I have customized the perfect suit for you but it’s going to take two days to make, so, just to be fair, we’ll present our find in two days.”

Damian scowls. “Why should we waste our time over your fault?”

“It’s not a fault, it’s a—”

“It’s not fair,” Tim chimes in. “We spent so long—”

“GUYS! Guys,” Dick interrupts them before the argument gets too heated. “This is my suit, so I make the rules. I choose that we wait for Duke and Cass’s suit to be ready. I kinda wanna see it.”

Duke leans back, relieved, and Cass wears a smug smile on her face, as if saying, “Ha, I win!”

It makes Dick wonder, again, what exactly the competition is about.

“Well, let’s at least get some food, if we’re not doing show and tell,” Kon speaks up after a long beat of silence. Everyone agrees (for the first time ever), and place their orders quickly.

Once their orders arrive, they dig into their meals eagerly, savoring the taste of fast food after a long day of shopping. Dick watches with a fond smile as his family enjoys their meal, feeling grateful for their presence in his life.

After they finish eating, Dick leans back in his seat, feeling content. “So, what now? Do we head back home?”

“Nah,” Jason shakes his head. “Let’s catch a movie or something. There’s that new action flick playing at the cinema.”

Steph’s eyes light up. “Ooh, that sounds fun! I’m in!”

“I’m down,” Tim adds, nodding in agreement.

“I suppose it could be entertaining,” Damian mutters, though there’s a hint of excitement in his voice.

Jon looks around eagerly. “Can I come too?”

Kon slings an arm around his shoulders and pulls him away. “Nah, not this time. Let’s leave the Bats to their boring plans— you and I can go get you some piercings!”

“Um,” Jon pauses, hesitating. “Mom and Dad will not be happy, Kon.”

Kon just smirks and ruffles his little brother’s hair. “I know. Pissing off Clark to make you cool— It’s gonna be so worth it!”

The pair walks away from the Bats, waving goodbye, after Kon places one last kiss on Tim’s lips. The Bats leave soon, too, heading down to the cinema, arguing over who the best Green Lantern is, for some reason— and Hal Jordan’s currently winning over Guy Gardener.

Dick laughs and shakes his head, listening to their banter.

God, he loves his family.

LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART 2

[pinejayy]

Doll (Wally Darling x Reader) part 2

Part 1 / 

I just wanted to thank everyone who read part one!! I really appreciate it! 

Trigger Warnings: none really just Wally being a little unhinged 

As you were walking back to your place you couldn’t help but think to yourself about tomorrow. It was very kind of him that he invited you to his place, but you still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling about his house. Maybe it was the eyes and how it watches the whole neighborhood. Or maybe the fact that it was alive. But you didn’t want to let down Wally or even upset him by telling that his house freaks you out. 

As you made your way towards your house, you walked past Wally’s house and you could already feel Homes eyes following you, you looked over at them, and nervously waved. As soon you face away from Home, you saw Sally in front of you. “HEYY Y/N!” She cheerfully yelled at you. “How are you doing? I didn’t see you all day?” 

You gasped slightly as you didn’t see her, but smiled as you saw your best friend. “OH JEEZ SALLY YOU SCARED ME!” You playfully frown. Which made her giggle slightly. “Sorry Sally, I was off somewhere.” You say. Still thinking about Wally and about tomorrow, you wonder if you should tell Sally? I mean she is your best friend afterall. “Hey I have to tell you something.” 

She looked at you, she could tell something is going on with you. “Sure thing pal! Is something the matter?”

“Good!” You quickly say, grabbing her hand and took off running to your house, and once you both were in you slammed the door. Sally looked at you, worry written all over her face. “Hey are you okay?” 

“Yes, it’s just that today I had a picnic alone at the butterfly garden. And Wally kinda showed up. Out of nowhere.” You say, looking at your friend. “And we talked and hung out for the time being. And once I said I was heading out Wally got upset. As if he didn’t want me to leave.” 

Sally smiled at you, she couldn’t help but fangirl a little. And you looked confused. “HE IS FINALLY MAKING A MOVE!” She yelled out. 

“Huh? What do you mean by that!” You say, trying to calm her down. “Sally!” 

“Oh silly! Can’t you tell! Wally has a huge crush on you!” She giggled. You didn’t believe her. Shaking your head. She shook her head back at you. “He does! I mean isn’t obvious! He likes you Y/N!” 

“You can’t be serious! He’s just a friend! He can’t have a crush on me!” You quickly say. Blushing slightly and shaking your head. “Wait that doesn’t explain why he randomly showed up to my private picnic! I didn’t even tell him!” 

“Maybe it’s his heart leading him to you.” She joked around giggling. “But you never know maybe he was going for a walk and randomly saw you and made his move.” She said. Which made you sigh softly, you didn’t think of that. “But what happened! I want details! PLEASE!” 

“Don’t get over excited, we just enjoyed the butterflies. And talked a bit, then at the very end Wally offered to make me food and invite me over to his house tomor-” But you were quickly cut off to a scream. 

“HE’S DEFINITELY MAKING A MOVE! DON’T YOU SEE! IT’S  A DATE!! A DATE AHHH.” She fangirled. She hugged you and picked you up and spun you around. Wait?! A date with Wally! After awhile she placed you down. Then you guys decided to sit on the couch of your living room. 

“Oh no, I just thought it was a other friend get together.” You whimper softly. “But I’m so nervous!” 

“Oh come one, he’s not a bad guy! There’s nothing to be nervous about.” She said. Rubbing your back to calm you down. You shook your head at her. “It’s not Wally I’m nervous about.” Sally looked confused. “Then what's up?” She asked.

“IT”S HIS HOUSE! I DON’T KNOW BUT I GET THIS UNEASY FEELING...” You say, quickly closing you mouth. Why did you just say that. Sally frowned slightly. 

“Hey it’s okay, there’s nothing to be scared of.” She said trying to comfort you. “Home is Home, there’s nothing uneasy about it.” 

“I know, but I can’t explain it. I don’t know why.” You say looking down. Feeling bad now. Sally stayed silence for a moment. Then she spoke up. “Hey everything is going to be okay. No need to bring yourself down.” She said, trying to calm you down. “Hey if you don’t mind I could come by tomorrow and you can talk to me. It’s getting quite late. And I’m sure you need rest for your date.”

You nodded and smiled at her, you gave her a hug. “Thank you. I appreciate it. Just make sure to be here before 3pm. That’s when I have my ‘Date’ with him.” You said. Sally hugged you back, giggling. 

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. And you better tell me who is goes afterwards!” She said, pulling away from the hug. You laughed and nodded. “I promise,I will.” 

After that both of you got up and walked to the door. you opened the door for her and gave her a last hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow Sally. Please sleep well.” You say. She smiled and nodded. “Goodnight Y/N! I’ll see you tomorrow!” And with that she ran off. You smile and wave as she left. Before you closed the door you looked at Wally’s house. Home was just staring at you, it felt like it was staring into your soul. You quickly slammed the door and sighed. “Maybe it’s best If go to bed.” 

You walked over to your bedroom and got ready for bed and feel asleep for the night. 

The Next Morning

You woke up in the morning feeling well rested. Feeling well rested! You couldn’t help think what Sally said. Wally having a crush on you? You didn’t know how to feel. But I guess you were going to find out today. As you did your normal morning routine and even going to Howdy’s to get some apples for Wally. You waited for Sally all morning but she never showed up. Did something happen? Or did she forget? Or maybe she woke up late. 

You still waited for her, but she still didn’t show up. You even try calling her but nothing...you sigh to yourself. “God dammit Sally...you overslept again.” You thought to yourself. Maybe she was right about Home. And maybe you were overthinking everything. As time passes you got ready. You put on your favorite outfit. 

As time passes it was almost 3! Oh shoot you’re gonna be late! You quickly grab the apples and made your way out and to Wally’s. As you ran over there you stood in front of his house, looking up at home. “Hey Home.” You said nervously. “Is Wally Home?” 

Home looked down at you and opened the door, making a few creeks. It’s as if Home was saying “Hello” 

You smile and walked in. “Wally you here? Home let me in.” You say loudly. As you walk in further Home quickly slammed the door making you jump. “AHH!”

“Hello Y/N, sorry about Home.” Wally said, as he appeared out of no where. “Home don’t be rude, Y/N is our guest.” Wally said firmly. Home creeks softly. “Sorry.”

“Sorry about that Y/N, It’s just that I told Home about today and I guess they just seemed a little too excited. But you look beautiful!” He said. “And are those for me?!” He said, pointing at the apples. 

You nodded and hand him the apples. “Yes, I know how much you like them!” He took the apples and you couldn’t help but blush at his comment. Beautiful? “Oh thank you Wally! And you look handsome as always.”

Wally blushed slightly. “Why thank you Doll. I appreciate it.” He said, taking your hand placing a gentle kiss on it. “Now, come on Doll. I made us a delicious meal!” He said walking you to the kitchen. Once you got the kitchen you saw an Apple Pie, Sandwiches and Apple juice. He placed the apples on the kitchen counter and walked you over to the table and pulled out a chair for you. 

“This looks good Wally, thank you.” You said taking a seat. He quickly brought over the food. “I hope you like Apple Pie, it has a special ingredient!”

You giggle softly and smile at him. “I bet this will be delicious thank you Wally!” 

Wally took a seat in front of you and you two enjoyed your meal. But he seemed to only take bites when you weren’t looking. After you guys were done with that meal, you thanked him. “It was definitely one of the best Apple Pies I’ve ever had!”

Wally looked at you, he just stared at you for a few seconds. His pupils grew slightly. But he shook his head and smiled sweetly. “Thank you Doll, I appreciate it! But could you do me a favor?” 

You nodded. “Sure!” 

He took your hand and leaded you back to the living room, and made you sit on the couch. “Stay here, I have something for you Doll.” He said and made his way to another room. After awhile he came back, with his hands behind him. “Close your eyes. It’s a gift for you.” 

You close your eyes. And then you felt something being placed on your lap. “You can open them Doll.” You open your eyes and you see a painting of you. It was beautiful. “Wally this is beautiful, I really love it.” You felt your face get hot. “I love the colors!” You couldn’t help but admire the gift. 

Wally stared again, his eye twitched slightly. He was smiling wide. God he loved you so much. He loved his Doll~. “Thank you Doll~ I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so beautiful and I had to paint you. I even used a special red to make it pop.”

You blushed, god this guy is charming. You place the painting down and hugged him. “Thank you.” 

Wally smiled, quickly hugging you back. “Anytime Doll.” He whispered softly. “Y/N, do you know how to dance?” To which you shook your head which made him chuckle. “Home play us some music will ya?” 

All of the sudden music started to play in the background. “Just follow my lead Doll.” He said and started to move, you slowly moved along with him, Following his body. 

After awhile you were getting the hang of it and Wally seemed to notice. So he pulled you even closer. Bodies now against each other. You smile, feeling safe for some reason. You place your head against his chest. “You’re doing great doll, I’m so proud of you.” He whispers against your ear. Making you blush. 

After awhile the music stopped and you two were sitting on the couch. “Thank you for today Wally, I had a great time.” You say blushing looking away. Wally noticed that you looked away, and he placed his hand under your chin making you look at him. 

“Don’t hide your pretty little face doll.” He coos softly “But I had a great time too. But I do have something to confess.” He said, staying quite for a few seconds before speaking up again. “I really like you Y/N.”

“You like me?” You said, blushing even more. Dammit Sally was right. She definitely going to be happy when you see her next time and tell her about this night. 

“Yes~ I wanted to ask you something else too.” He began grabbing your hands, holding them with his. Placing a small kiss on your hand. “Will you be mine, and mine only?” 

You sat there, shocked. “Yes.” You say softly which made Wally smile and he grabbed you and hugged you. Wally looked at you, he couldn’t help but admire your smile and eyes. You were prefect! You two sat there in silence just looking at each other. Slowly both of you lean in and then you felt his lips connect with yours. Wally couldn’t help him but bring you closer to him. Holding you close against his body. He deepen the kiss for a bit and soon after both of you pulled away for air. 

“Wow your lips are so soft Doll~”

Blushing you giggle. “Yours too.” Sally was right about Wally having a crush on you. But you still couldn’t help but think, why didn’t she show up. You wonder if she left you a voice message. “Hey Wally, if you don’t mind If I use your phone.” 

“Of course Doll, but what for?” He asked. “My phone is over there.” 

He pointed at his and smiled at you. “Thank you, I just wanna call Sally. She said she was going to come over at my place in the morning but never did. And I tried calling her too and she never answered.” You say getting up and walking to the phone. You started to dial her phone and waited. 

You didn’t notice Wally’s eyes on you. His eyes started to twitch.. his hands clenching onto his pants. His pupils seemed to get bigger as he looked at you. 

After a few minutes of you waiting you got nothing back, making you frown. You gave up and hung up the phone. Looking over at Wally he just smiled innocently. “Everything okay Doll~” He said lowly, his voice sounded a little different. 

“She didn’t pick up?” You say frowning, walking back to Wally and sitting by him. “I hope she’s okay.” 

“Don’t worry Doll, she’s probably busy with her next play. I’m sure she is resting well.”

“I hope so, she’s my best friend.” You say looking down. Wally made a face when you said ‘best friend’ he was getting quite upset. You looked at him and he quickly smiled at you. “I’m positive she’s okay Doll.” 

You just nodded and smile at him. “Maybe you’re right, maybe she is working on her next play.” You say. Smiling at him. 

For the next few hours Wally and you talked to each other and kissed ;)) . But you enjoyed every moment of it. But soon after it got late and you had to get going. 

“It’s getting quite late. I should get going.” You say getting up. But Wally stopped you. “Yes Wally?”

“Can I walk you back to your place.” 

You smiled and nodded, both getting up and walking to the door. The door opened by itself and it creeked once you stepped outside. “Home is saying goodbye.” 

“Oh how very nice, goodbye Home. Have a wonderful night.” You say nervously. 

Wally noticed your tone and his eye twitched slightly. But he smiled at you. He walked you to your home and placed a kiss against your lips. “Thank you for today Doll, I had a great time~” 

You kiss back and pull away smiling at him. “I also had a great time Wally, thank you. But I’ll see you tomorrow.” You say, opening your door. Walking in and looking at him one last time. “Goodnight Mr. Darling, take care.” And with that you closed the door.

Wally stood there smiling. “Goodnight Doll~” He whispers to himself and made his way back to Home. 

“You’re mine Y/N, My Doll and no one is ever going to get in between us~” 

“No One....”

Wow that was something alright, but what should happen next. Please comment your ideas uwu thank you guys I appreciate it. 

Tags: @lovingyeet @tiredly101 @funnehsrobuxxx @simpitsu @justyuki1st @elegantkidfansoul @n1body @dd71128​

[distilledmelancholy]

Ok cool!! So, this is extremely random but I need comfort. Can we have some headcannons on Wally with a reader on her period (I’m pretty puppets can’t have periods but just roll with it 😅)

Can you also make it we’re reader has a heavy flow and bad cramps and gets EXTREMELY moody? That’s basically me on my period 💀

This is such a sweet ask, we all need comfort sometimes. :) I'll also make these headcannons to be gender inclusive for my trans kings and nonbinary folks <3

Also I'm sorry this took me forever to write, I've been literally addicted to Minecraft lately 💀

Wally Darling with a partner who is on their period.

While puppets don't really have the same anatomy as humans, and not totally understand some things, they can realize when you're uncomfortable or in pain.

Which grabs the attention of the absolute most of a neighbor, and he doesn't understand why you're in so much pain that you're curled up and crying. He does know that something is wrong though and will try and help you in any way he can.

Will also ask so. many. questions. and try and know everything there is to know, even if he doesn't understand why the human body even does the whole "menstruation" thing anyways.

He doesn't strike me as someone who would be grossed out with any bodily fluid really because puppets don't have any, and therefore don't understand what they even are.

Is attached to your hip for however long it lasts, constantly attending to your every need.

“…hello?” a hand waves in front of your face.

You blink for a moment before fixing your gaze on the person talking to you, “…huh?”

“Are you feeling alright neighbor?” you make eye contact with Wally as he places a hand on your arm “you look a little red, did you forget to put on sunscreen?”

You did feel rather hot. And uncomfortable. And in pain. Why did you agree to a neighborhood picnic anyways? As you open your mouth to brush Wally off, a violent pain overwhelms you, making you let out a strangled cry and you double over in pain on instinct.

“Oh goodness! Are you okay neighbor?!” Wally rushes to your side and rubs your back soothingly.

Embarrassment and irritation flooded through you as a scene was beginning to form, “yes, just..." you clench your jaw for a moment, "argh!” you growled and pushed Wally away from you.

You didn’t look at him as you pushed yourself to your feet and started to walk away. You didn’t see his pupils shrink and a look of total devastation painted across his face. Even in the way he held himself, he was truly hurt.

You couldn’t even begin to think about your actions, the wave of anger that suddenly washed over you took control as you briskly walked towards a quieter and shadier part of the woods. The harsh sun beat down on you as you tried to breathe through the pain.

You didn't even notice that you were being followed.

"Neighbor!" A voice called out to you. When you turned, you saw Wally running to catch up with you, "I'm sorry neighbor, I didn't mean to embarrass you. I was just worried about you!"

While he was rambling, you got a moment to look at him. He seemed sweaty and frazzled, and it dawns on you that you were incredibly mean to him for no reason, and yet he is still in front of you, worried and apologizing. Your anger and irritation melted away and a feeling of guilt settled on your chest. Your face felt flushed, and you were sweating a ton. From the sun, or from the embarrassment you weren’t too sure anymore.

Another wave of pain washed over you, which made you bend over and wrap your arms around your lower torso.

Wally places his hands on your upper arms and looks up at you, “I know what's wrong, I remember you telling me about this, neighbor. You should go home and rest."

You allowed yourself to be tugged in the direction of your home by Wally, who took great care in guiding you and comforting you whenever you grimaced in pain.

When you made it to your house, Wally escorted you inside and lead you over to the sofa in your living room.

"Can I get you anything? What can I do for you?"

Looking into his eyes, seeing the concern written all over his face was too much for you.

"I don't know what's wrong with me!" You cried out, tears quickly forming in your eyes as you begin to breakdown, "I'm sorry Wally, I'm so sorry!"

As you're sobbing, Wally comes closer, trying to comfort you which leads you to wrap your arms around him and pull him in for an embrace.

"I know you didn't mean to," Wally mumbled, "but let me help, please neighbor."

You took a couple of breaths, trying to calm down, "I-I don't want help" you whimpered, "I just want you here with me."

Wally's eyes widened for a moment, before he gently wrapped his arms around you, "of course I'll stay neighbor," he nestled into the crook of your neck, "you are the absolute most after all."

[ursa-tan]

Part 2 of the reader "captures" the wally, where wally's friends break into the reader's house to save wally from the reader's "evil" clutches and find wally sleeping and cuddling the reader.

(I thought this situation would be funny like a comedy)

He's yours?...

Wally Darling x Fem!Villain!Reader

Word count: 2,910 Reading time: ~10 mins

Part 1, Part 2

A/N: I know that I’ve closed requests… But this was such a cute idea and I couldn’t help but write it… damn you anon, coming in here with such cute ideas! I've put this in my Playfellowxxx masterlist on account of the first part being nsfw and how this second part doesn't really make sense without the first - if you think it needs changing, please let me know!

Anyway! Hope you all enjoy!

It’s dawning on the next afternoon before anyone realises Wally is missing. The sun is already high in the sky and Barnaby is heading into the bugdega to get the same thing he gets every day for lunch – the “chilli dog” that can’t really be classified as anything but a crime against food.

“Morning Howdy,” He drawls, the same low rumble he speaks with every time he talks.

“Afternoon, actually,” The caterpillar chuckles, pointing to the town clock with one of his many arms. Barnaby can just about see it through one of the many windows of the bugdega.

“Huh, well then, afternoon Howdy.” It’s just gone twelve, but Howdy had adopted the habit of correcting the dog on his timing after Barnaby had jokingly done it once. It was a little inside joke, both of them rather enjoyed it thought.

“Indeed,” Howdy stops cleaning the counter and finally looks up at the big blue puppy, “ I take you’ve gone here for lunch?”

“You know me all too well,” Barnaby chuckles, walking up and resting his elbows on the freshly wiped counter, leaning his head into his hands.

“I know you’re routine – and I know that you’re going to ask me for that abomination of a hot dog for lunch.”

“Don’t knock it till ya’ try it.”

“I think I’ll stick to salad, thanks.”

“Same response every time.”

Howdy can’t help but let out a light laugh as he turns his back on Barnaby, starting to make the same thing he did every day around noon. They always had the same kind of conversation, the same routine. Day in day out, Howdy could rely on Barnaby to come in and keep him company for a few minutes. He also knew he could, begrudgingly, rely on Wally to ruin the apple display while he tried to look for the “best apple”.

“Go tell your little menace of a best friend to get out of my apples,” Howdy speaks, still with his back to Barnaby. He’s in the process of gathering the sauces he needs when Barnaby speaks up.

“Uh… He’s not in the apple display?” The other puppet sounds rather concerned, like he hadn’t noticed before this that Wally wasn’t present.

“What do you mean he isn’t in the apple display?” Howdy practically whips around, abandoning the half made hot dog in order of scanning the store for the much smaller puppet. Barnaby was right, Wally isn’t in the apple display. Nor has he climbed his way onto the counter to wait for Barnaby to get his hot dog. As far as Howdy is aware, Wally isn’t even in the bugdega.

“Where is he then?” The caterpillar asks, turning back around to finish the hot dog as fast as possible before handing it to Barnaby.

“I assumed he was following me…” Barnaby trails off, brows knitting together as he tries to think back on the day so far.

“You didn’t check?” Howdy sounds exasperated. In truth, he’s panicking, he’s incredibly worried about Wally, but his voice isn’t conveying that.

“I don’t usually have to! He’s never not followed me in here when I come in to get lunch!” Barnaby is starting to look panicked as well, discarding his lunch on the counter in favour of starting to look around the bugdega. If Howdy wasn’t also so worried about the little puppet, he would’ve told Barnaby off for dirtying his counter.

“I’ll keep looking around here, you go check to see if he’s spending time with Julie and Frank.” Howdy’s rushing out from behind the counter, hurrying Barnaby out the door as he speaks. Barnaby doesn’t resist in the slightest, running out to see if he can find Wally elsewhere.

It’s not long before the whole neighbourhood is searching for Wally. Julie and Frank have teamed up to see if Wally has wondered into the woods. Howdy, Barnaby, and Poppy are checking in higher up places, seeing if he somehow managed to get himself stuck. Eddie and Sally are going through everyone’s gardens. Even home is worried, squeaking and banging – while no one can understand what they’re trying to say, everyone can tell that they’re distressed.

After a rather frantic search, the whole neighbourhood – bar Wally, of course – gather in front of home.

“Did anyone find him?” Eddie speaks, coming to stand next to Frank. He hold their hand, stroking his thumb over their knuckles as a way to comfort himself.

“No, couldn’t see him anywhere,” Julie says next, worrying at a strand of her hair, tugging at it lightly.

“Does anyone have any ideas where he could be? Did anyone check Home?” Barnaby seems to be doing the worst, his tail swishing nervously as he continues to look around like he’ll somehow spot Wally.

“I asked, but I don’t think he’s inside,” Sally mumbles, looking towards Home. Home, in response, opens and closes its doors. Even if no one but Wally can understand them, they all pretty clearly understand that not even Home knows where Wally is.

“Has anyone seen (Y/n)  today?” Frank speaks up, taking a moment from comforting Eddie to look around themself.

Their question seems to still the very air as it comes from their mouth. Collectively, everyone seems to stop worrying as they turn their heads towards Franks. No one had seen (Y/n) that day, or the previous one for that matter.

It was particularly strange not to see (Y/n) for more than one day. Much like Barnaby going to the bugdega every day or Eddie always delivering mail at the same time every morning, (Y/n) was always up to something or other. So, for the neighbours not to see her was unusual in itself. For them to not see (Y/n) or Wally was even more unusual. So much so that Barnaby immediately turned on his heel and stormed off, heading straight for her house.

“Barnaby! Hold up! Don’t do anything rash!” Eddie calls after what is now an 8 feet tall ball of rage coated in spotty blue fluff. The mailman is hot on Barnaby’s heels, followed close by Frank and then Julie.

“maybe we should think about this?” Julie calls out from the back of the line, still twirling and tugging at the strands of her hair that frame her face.

“If she’s got Wally we have to get him back. We all know nothing good is happening behind those doors,” Barnaby growls out, his voice deeper and rougher than anyone had heard from him before. The tone causes Eddie to stutter in his steps, nearly tripping as Frank bumps into his back.

“(Y/N)!” Barnaby barks, finally coming to her door and pounding a balled-up fist against the wood. The force behind his knock – it’s really more like a punch – seems to cause the whole house to shudder.

“Barnaby, I really don’t think-“ It’s Frank’s turn to try and reason with the angry hound only to get interrupted.

“OPEN THIS DOOR! THIS IS TOO FAR!” Barnaby continues to thump his fist against the door, yet he doesn’t get an answer. Sure, (Y/n) had caused problems before – snuck into the bugdega to switch out the sauces he normally had on his hotdog, stolen Frank’s butterfly collection, messed with Sally’s plays. But this was too far, entirely too far.

After a few minutes of practically howling through the door accompanied by insistent banging, Barnaby decides that he’s had enough of waiting and takes matters into his own hands; using his size and weight to his advantage, he begins to throw himself against the door with the intention of breaking it down.

“Barnaby! Stop!” Julie calls out, running over to him, trying to grab his arm and pull him away, “We can settle this like adults! I’m sure (Y/n) would be open to talking it out!”

Barnaby pauses, more in fear of hurting his friend if he were to continue his attempts over anything else. He looks down at the much shorter puppet, a flash of remorse in his eyes before he scoops her up and walks over to a tree not too far away and places her in one of the branches. She’ll be able to get down, but she’ll need Eddie or Frank’s help to do so.

“Barnaby!” She calls out, trying to figure out how to get out of the tree as he walks away and back towards (Y/n)’s house.

“Sorry Julie,” He mumbles, walking back to the door and throwing himself against it one more time. Apparently, that last push was all it needed as Barnaby collapses forwards and into the house, landing on top of the now ruined door with a loud huff.

The inside of the house is dimly lit despite it being early afternoon, all the curtains drawn and any like that was too bright turned off. The smell of cinnamon and cooked pastry fills the air, accompanied by soft swing music and what sounds like a soft feminine voice mumbling. If it weren’t for the situation at hand, Barnaby would find it rather relaxing.

The dog climbs back to his feet, taking a moment to brush himself off before storming deeper into the house, following the sound of her soft mumble. He knows he’s going to find (Y/n), he can only hope he finds Wally too. What he does find at the end of his short rampage is completely unexpected.

Wally is laying on (Y/n), head on her chest and arms wrapped as far around her as they can go. There’s a blanket pulled up over the both of them – it’s a fluffy yellow one, a teddy bear blanket. Wally is wearing a light pink shirt that appears to be 4 sizes too big, it also looks like one that Barnaby remembers seeing (Y/n) in. (Y/n) is laying on a sofa, head on the arm rest and holding a book in the air, half reading the words aloud. A record player crackles away softly in the background, playing “I will always love you”. There’s a fresh apple pie on the table, along with a few fresh apples.

“’You should learn not to make personal remarks,’ Alice said with some severity; ‘it’s very rude.’,” (Y/n) mumbles before craning their neck ever so slightly to kiss the top of Wally’s head – an easy feat, as his hair is not in his signature pompadour.

“What the fuck.” Barnaby finds himself unable to move, completely rooted to the floor as he looks at the scene in front of him. It’s so perfectly domestic that, if it weren’t for his friend being kidnapped, he would find it sickeningly sweet.

“Do you mind?” (Y/n) asks, turning her head to stare at Barnaby with a look somewhere between distain and malice, “We we’re perfectly comfortable before you came barging in here.” This time, its her turn to growl as she speaks.

Barnaby looks around, looking for any kind of indication that Wally is being held captive, that he can’t just get up and leave. Yet, no matter how hard he looks, he can’t find any. Wally is just relaxing on (Y/n)’s chest while she stares down Barnaby.

“Barnaby!” Eddie’s voice comes loud from somewhere behind the dog before he bursts into the room. Much like Barnaby, he freezes upon seeing the scene.

“Oh great, you brought the mailman,” Yon grumbles, closing her book and leaning over as much as she can to place it on the coffee table, “is there anyone else? Did you bring the whole neighbourhood?” her voice is snarky as she speaks, obviously annoyed with the interruption.

“(Y/n)? Why have you stopped?” Wally finally speaks up, opening his eyes and shifting to sit up slightly. He seems completely oblivious to the presence of both Barnaby and Eddie while he looks up at (Y/n) with droopy, relaxed eyes.

“Wally?” It’s Eddie’s turn to speak now, as Barnaby is still trying to collect his jaw from its place on the floor.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Eddie sounds equal parts confused and outraged, staring at Wally.

“oh… Hello.” Wally sounds like he has just woken up from a nap when he speaks, despite the fact that he doesn’t sleep.

“Can you two leave?” (Y/n) growls, putting her arms around Wally and holding his much smaller body against hers. “He’s obviously not in any danger and I’ll return him soon enough. Get out of my house and please put my door back on it’s hinges as you go.”

“I’m not going anywhere without Wally,” Barnaby finally manages to find his voice, deciding to walk towards (Y/n).

“He’s a grown man, he can go home when he wants to. Like I said, he’s not in danger, I’m not holding him here against his will, he’s free to leave when he wants. He just doesn’t want to leave.” (Y/n) hugs Wally tighter to her body as Barnaby approaches, refusing to let him take Wally from her.

“I… Maybe we should go,” Eddie mumbles, seemingly nervous now. Any anger he had from before has melted away after seeing Wally in this state, obviously not wanting to leave.

“See? The mailman gets it. Now get out,” (Y/n) continues to growl at them, still holding the sleepy looking Wally against her body.

“I’m not-“ Barnaby tries to step forward, tries to reach out and pull Wally from her grip. Yet he doesn’t succeed; Eddie is holding the arm he was reaching forwards with.

“Barnaby…” Eddie mumbles, looking up at the much smaller puppet with a pleading look, “Wally is his own person… He can come home if he wants to… I think we should go.”

“But- He-“

“Let’s go.” Eddie tugs at Barnaby’s arm, beginning to tug him towards the living room door.

Barnaby doesn’t attempt to fight it, just letting Eddie tug him out of the house. His foot steps are staggering as he’s finally lead out, squinting a little as the sun shines into his eyes. He takes a moment when Eddie lets go of his arm to put the door back in place – it’s not perfect, but it’ll to till (Y/n) gets it fixed.

“What happened?!” Julie shouts, still in the tree that Barnaby had left her in. He can see that Frank is still trying to get her down.

“Wally wants to stay,” Eddie is the one who responds, as Barnaby is still unable to find his words.

“He wants to stay?” Frank stops their attempts to pull Julie from the tree to turn to their husband, a confused look on their face.

“Yep, wanted to stay.” Eddie walks over, reaching up and managing to catch Julie as she shimmies her way out of the branches. He puts her down before turning back to Barnaby.

“Why would he want to stay?”

“I don’t know, he seemed comfortable.”

Barnaby can hear the others ease into soft chatter about the situation as he begins to walk away. He doesn’t really know where he’s going, he’s just heading vaguely towards Home and the rest of the neighbours. He doesn’t know if Eddie, Julie and Frank are following him. He just knows that he saw his best friend curled up on the chest of the town’s biggest nuisance. Although, he doesn’t get far before a familiar pair of hands are on his arm again.

“Hey Barn, are you ok?” It’s Eddie. Ever the sweetheart, he’s desperate to comfort Barnaby to the best of his ability.

Barnaby looks around, waiting for Frank and Julie to approach, waiting to be overwhelmed with the voices that are just trying to comfort him, yet no one appears. It remains as just him and Eddie on the small path leading back to Home.

“Frankie and Julie have already headed on ahead. It’s just me and you. Are you ok?” The same question is so much heavier now. Especially as Eddie seemingly stares into his soul – almost the same way Wally always manages to do.

“Why would he do that?” Barnaby’s voice is broken, cracking, and barely above a whisper. Something about it is hollow and desolate.

“I don’t know,” Eddie mutters, now relaxing his grip on Barnaby’s arm.

“He… He’s supposed to be my best friend,” There’s so much distress in Barnaby’s voice. It sounds like he should’ve been shouting, he really should’ve been shouting. “Why would he leave? Why wouldn’t he say anything? Why would he stay with her?”

“I don’t know, only Wally can answer your questions.” Eddie continues to do his best to comfort Barnaby. Although the dog seems to be starting to whimper now despite trying to supress it.

“Maybe we should head back… The others are probably starting to worry about us now,” Barnaby mumbles over a barely supressed whimper.

“Yeah… Let’s head back.” Eddie places a hand on Barnaby’s back, agreeing. He knows the topic change is a desperate attempt not to start crying, so he won’t mention anything.

Wally turns up the next day like nothing ever happened. Granted, his ascot is tied in a different way then he usually does it and his pompadour isn’t coiled as tightly either, but he acts as if nothing is out of the ordinary. When Julie asks where he was, all he says is he was ‘visiting a friend’. When Howdy asks what he did, all he’ll give is vague answers. Worst of all, when Barnaby looks at him with a look of betrayal, he doesn’t acknowledge it.

[noria-sweetie]

Wally x Reader Unforeseen Friendship pt.9

Part 1 - Part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - You - Part 10

GO BACK HOME? | GO TO NEIGHBORHOOD!!

You stared intensely down at Wally, his words running circles in your brain as you tried to make sense through your fear. 'Home... Likes me?... He's saying "Hi"?' You thought as you stared at him, the sound of a door closing made you look away from him and toward the sound. Your heart raced with fear, your skin ran cold and your eyes glossed with tears.

You didn't know what to say, you didn't know how to feel. You wanted to scream and run, you want to scream at him and kick him out of your home, you wanted to crawl up and have a mental breakdown. You wanted to simply panic. The feeling of his soft little hand sliding into yours made you look at him.

He was giving you such a sweet smile, he looked so excited, it was almost precious. You blinked, causing tears to stream down your cheeks, and your lungs took in oxygen, you didn't even realize that you stopped breathing. You whipped your tears with your free hand, and you sniffled a bit. Once your face was dry, you looked over at him, and you gave him a weak smile.

"I'm so happy to meet him too, Wally." You said in a broken whisper. His eyes beamed, and they lost their black inky pools, and they turned into his more familiar sweet stare. "Oh, goodie!! I'm so happy!!" He said, the house gave a loud squeak and a door slammed upstairs and you jumped, but you covered your fear with a fake chuckle.

"Hahah, it seems that Home is happy too." You said, your throat felt tight, and you wanted to gag every time you swallowed. But you remained strong. He nodded ecstatically. "Uh huh!! He really is!! He's been wanting to meet you for a while now." He said, you forced your smile to stay firm. "Oh yeah!! For how long now?" You asked half of you didn't want to know, but the other half wanted to quench your curiosity.

He looked over at your laptop that was laying on the living room table. You frown in curiosity as you looked at where he was looking. Your eyes stared at your laptop, wondering why he was staring at it, but then your eyes widen in realization. 'The feeling of being watched... when I looked up the information.' You thought, fear clenching at your throat once more. "He told me, that you were being nosy, and that you were being rude." Wally said.

Your breathing became slightly labored as you looked back over at Wally, your smile replaced with a fearful frown. "He told you?" You asked him, your voice tiny. He gave a thoughtful look. "Well, he didn't exactly tell me, but he did show me." He said. Your world felt so tiny all of a sudden, all the strange feelings that you've been having lately.

The feeling of being watched, the eyes, the weird message that night... you weren't dreaming, you weren't seeing things...this was reality... you felt boxed in... you were in a tiny box now......

It's been three months since the groundbreaking truth came out, you were scared to be normal, you were scared to shower, you were scared to do research, you were scared to sleep, you were scared to leave, and terrified to come home. You felt the need to walk a straight line.

You were never alone anymore. If you were doing laundry, the door behind you would open wider or would slowly close. The TV would flick channels, and the washing machine and drier would come on to turn off. You were constantly jumping. The floors and walls would creak and the floorboards would pop. You were on edge for months. Came the third month, it suddenly became normal.

It was comforting to know you weren't alone, the home was a great help, what once brought you fear, now brought you aid. He helped with stopping the laundry, he helped with starting it, he opened and closed doors for you, and he turned the channels to whatever you requested. He turned out to be very great company and he even had good humor.

You, Wally, and Home were a little family and great friends. You learned to love their silly, little, harmless debates and you enjoyed just ranting to Home, you were so used to it, til you can't believe you were ever scared.

But that makes you wonder, when did you lose your fear? Was it to you genuinely seeing no harm in your new companion, or was it due to the fact that you forced yourself to sub come to insanity? You were scared to get that answer.

If you ever realized that you really did go insane, you'd probably do something drastic.

But there was one good thing, you must've been somewhat still saine, because seeing the eyes in the window of your home, will always make you fearful.

GO BACK HOME? | GO TO NEIGHBORHOOD!!

[tiredly101]

New Neighbor part 8

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!Male reader

New Neighbor Masterlist

Illustrated Au, here's your human knocking out the eight part of this fic! Did not think it would get so much love or I would write so many part but here we are! Anyways, picture was made by @qep0ermint!

The dinner at Gepeto's was a success, Wally enjoyed seeing M/n enjoy himself and admittedly he got a tad jealous at M/n's close friendship with Gepeto but it didn't stop him from enjoying the simple and cozy dinner with him.

M/n carefully grabbed Wally's hand and guided him outside of the restaurant after Gepeto insisted that it was on the house.

"Gepeto and you are really close, huh?," Said Wally trying to sound indifferent but he was failing because M/n could see the light crease in his eyebrow and how he tighten his hold just a tad on his hand. M/n chuckles softly while squeezing Wally's hand back for reassurance.

"He is like a brother to me, the way we met was kinda comical, almost as if it was scripted," M/n said picking Wally's interest, he looked at M/n as a sign for him to carry on while he basked in how beautiful M/n looked under the moonlight.

"I was running around this town, script's and rough drafts for some novels in hand until I crashed into him making all the paper fly around the air. He helped me up and I realized how nervous he looked, I of course asked why and he just spilled everything from how he got divorced recently to how he couldn't afford to buy the restaurant you and I were in a minute ago," M/n said while, with his hand still holding Wally's, moving his hands in motions that represented some part fo the story. Wally blushed at how handsome M/n was, mostly with how the moon was making his eyes sparkle in a almost perfect way.

"What happened then?," Asked Wally curious now looking at the sky, it was beautiful the colors that were being mixed. He should paint it, he should paint M/n with the sky so he could call it his masterpiece.

"After a year of friendship was stablish I decided that it was time to make Gepeto's a reality and bought the restaurant for him with my savings! He cried and has never let me pay a meal since then, not even after I told him that it was fine if he didn't pay," M/n said now looking at Wally's eyes while smiling softly. The sight made Wally swallow harshly as he seemed to get lost in a trance, he could paint him and it will still not be a match to the actual god like beauty that M/n, his date, possessed.

"I did promise you a dance so, would you care for a dance my darling?," Asked M/n while his eyes flickered from Wally's to his lips and then back to his eyes. Wally blushed at the action and smiled while shyly nodding a yes, M/n started humming a song and the sound of M/n's voice mixing with the soft whistle of the wind and the crickets had become the perfect white noise for Wally if he tried to sleep. They swayed from one side to the other, occasional twists and dips happened and small laughs were shared between the two of them. It was a perfect moment.

Wally sighted happily while now cuddling next to M/n on the grass against a maple tree. M/n smiled and looked at Wally gaining his attention when he pushed a strand of his blue hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear, he blushed while M/n cupped his cheek with care which made Wally melt. Wally slowly started going closer to M/n and the opposite closed the gap between them with a soft kiss. When M/n pulled apart from Wally he had a brush and he kissed Wally once again which made Wally giggle against M/n's lips, they both were thinking the same thing when they looked at each other's eyes with dopey smiles.

"Best date ever..."

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[chronicbeans]

Wally Darling with a Restoration Project Reader (part 3)

It's been a few weeks, now... You feel like something is wrong...

TW: Mentions of Hacking, Scopophobia/Eye Imagery

🗞️ Daniel has been having more and more mail sent his way. The time you all spend in Finn's house, restoring Welcome Home merchandise and media, is getting longer and longer. Your mother has been getting more and more snippy about it all.

🗞️ You grab an old book titled "Happy Birthday, Barnaby!" Opening it up reveals how it's Barnaby's birthday and Wally, Julie, and Sally are all planning to throw a surprise party for him. What you have found with almost every single item that has Wally in it is that he is, most of the time, looking at you. Well, the person looking at the material. Even on the page where everyone is telling Barnaby happy birthday. The rest of the neighbors are all looking at Barnaby, smiling and clapping as he blows out some birthday candles. Wally, however, is looking at you. His body is turned to face Barnaby, but his head is turned towards you, his eyes locked onto you.

🗞️ You put the book down, asking the rest of the group "Wally seems rather odd, huh? He's like... my favorite, but he is very eerie. Do you have any theories as to why he stares at us?" Amy makes a face of concentration, before saying "Well, Wally is meant to make a connection with the children watching the show. It is probably because they want to emphasize that connection, or make it stronger through eye contact." She then clasps her hands together, continuing "I really wish they did that with Julie! She is so cute!" "HOLY-! WHAT?!"

🗞️ Everyone looks over to Finn, who has been looking at the Welcome Home Restoration Project blog on his laptop. His eyes grow wide as he says "Y'all, I think someone has hacked us or something! Look! I found this link beneath the Wally character file on the neighborhood page! It leads to... this..."

🗞️ He turns the laptop around, showing you all a dark page. After a few moments, an image fades in of Wally, sketched in red, facing one of Home's windows. Home's large eye shakes, with red seemingly leaking from it. Wally's kneeling down, his left arm outstretched.

🗞️ You can't help but watch and think. Why is Wally kneeling like that? Why is Home watching Wally so intently? Is Wally inside or outside of Home? Why is it so dark? You ask Finn "Was there anything else odd on our blog?" Finn nods "A bunch of out of place letters."

🗞️ Daniel looks around, before saying "I'll check it out. Maybe this could be the work of whoever is sending us this stuff? The letters could mean something. Amy, you continue working on restoring the art. (Y/N), you can manage the guestbook. We can all work together to try to figure out what this all means."

🗞️ Amy tilts her head, before asking "Should we all like... I don't know... pick a set of characters to research? I feel like it would be difficult for any of us to remember so much about every character when we are learning about them through little dribbles of content. We might get confused and mix them up with one another." Daniel thinks about it, before looking over to you. "What do you think about that idea? I don't want to just say yes to it. This is all very interesting, so I don't know if focusing on a couple characters will make some of us feel left out..."

🗞️ You find yourself immediately responding. It is almost as if it were an instinctual reaction. "I will focus on Wally, Home, and Barnaby." Daniel's eyes widen a bit at how blunt and quickly you responded to his question. He slowly nods "Alright... I'll focus on Frank, Howdy, and Eddie..." Amy decides to focus on Julie, Sally, and Poppy. Finn shrugs, saying that he will just stick with the blog, and that any remaining characters you all find out about will fall onto him.

🗞️ You take some of the restored media with you when you go home. It is all about Wally, Home, and/or Barnaby. Your mother seems to have already gone to bed by the time you get to the house.

🗞️ Quietly stepping up the stairs, you enter your room. It's a bit of a mess, due to how you spend all your free time at Finn's house these days. You keep forgetting to clean it. Placing the pile of papers and books onto your desk, you get a text from Daniel. It simply reads, in all capitals, "GO TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD PAGE ON YOUR PHONE."

🗞️ You quickly do so, the unspoken rule between the group being that texts in all capitals conveys an extreme seriousness that must not be ignored. In cases like these, it is the equivalent of STAT.

🗞️ You go to the neighborhood page on the blog. You are shocked to find that every link is messed up, almost as if they were moved upwards. The image of Home, as well, has been moved to reveal a dark void either behind or beneath the red house. Within that void is a small, white spiral.

🗞️ You don't know why, but you feel a chill looking at it. You can't look away, either. It's kind of like it has infected your brain, causing your mind to spiral, as well. Thoughts and questions fill it to the brim. It is so hard to do so, but after a few minutes, you manage to break yourself away from the void, and go to bed.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Milk theory? 👁️👁️

ANYTHING FOR YOU TWO!!!!

ok this is gonna be short and mildly insane. i would like everyone to understand that this is pretty much Entirely unfounded & i'm just reading too much into a teeny little thing. however i've convinced myself that this theory is viable against all better judgement

take these mad ramblings with a Monumental grain of salt. im not to be taken seriously ever

so it all boils down to This

Little

Motherfucker.

the milk carton behind Barnaby's house.

it was added with the last large update, and it Immediately made me lose my mind. it's such a... strange thing to add to the map, which already has Teeny Secrets - along with other choice objects that make me narrow my eyes. but this isn't about them.

The very first thing I thought of when I saw the milk carton was the phrase "no use crying over spilled milk". which, of course, essentially means that there's no point in crying over things you can't change / things already done. There are a couple ways i'm interpreting it with this context

Something is going to happen that Barnaby feels personally responsible for. or is responsible for - either indirectly, or maybe he'll do something terrible. i think it's entirely possible that he might do that possible something for Wally. and again, take this with salt, but Clown has implied through trivia and fun hypotheticals that Barnaby would go to lengths for Wally. and yes, i know. taking evidence from "what would the neighbors do in Among Us" is absurd. IN MY DEFENSE! while the trivia isn't really to be taken seriously, there's always a thought process behind character roles and dynamics and behavior, and that is something that can be (carefully) looked into and applied. like in Among Us, apparently Barnaby would, and i quote, "Barnaby does all the Dirty work if Wally is an Impostor- Anything to help his little Buddy out...". anything to help his little buddy out, huh? like, it's been stated that Barnaby knows things about Wally that no one else does. and it's been mildly implied that he's fairly protective of Wally. and we all know that Wally is getting into some deep shit, and whether he means to or not he's likely gonna fuck everything up for everyone. it's not that big of a leap to speculate that Barnaby might do something drastic/horrible/regret-worthy in Wally's name / for his sake.

2. something terrible is going to happen to Barnaby / directly related to Barnaby, and he's going to be absolutely powerless to do anything about it. though i think that's kind of a given... yeah this section is pretty self explanatory

3. Barnaby is going to go missing. because what used to be on milk cartons? Missing Posters! yes yes i know this one is even more of a reach, since milk cartons didnt have missing posters on them till the 80s, but yk. it's a Thought.

my second thought was "oh ok so when the carton spills, it's curtains for Barnaby." this part of the theory is just me being paranoid that Barnaby is going to wind up kicking the bucket - though i suppose if that were the case, there would be a bucket, not milk. well, if a bucket ever appears, i'm going to start prematurely mourning. Still!

the point is - at some point, that milk is probably gonna spill. it may be just a detail as things get better Worse, or it could be indicative of something terrible happening to / because of Barnaby. the milk spills, Panic Time.

Milk Theory.

[b-o-e]

town gossip

Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: Frank getting sucked back into helping Wally with the obstacles of his relationship, haha!

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #9 :)

News spread quickly about you and Wally, but what actually are you?

“Would you mind throwing a Red Delicious in there too please, Howdy?” 

You stood at the till of Howdy’s place, buying a snack for yourself, figuring grabbing one for Wally for the next time you see him would be a good idea.

“Ahh, a Red Delicious, hmm?” He hummed, a grin playing at his features as you plucked the best looking apple you could spot from the crate.

“Yes, please,” you nodded, a little wary by his tone, looking back at him after examining the apple. “And what do I owe you, kind sir?” You jested, eyeing him suspiciously as he leaned over the counter, two arms resting on it as a hand supported his chin while the other two crossed before his stomach.

“How about an answer to some… town gossip, I’ve picked up on?”

Ah.

You think you saw where this is going.

He seemed to know you understood by the rosiness of your cheeks.

“... News travels fast around here, huh?” you uttered sheepishly, toying with your fingers.

“It’s true then, isn’t it?” He cackled, “You and Wally finally got together?”

You opened your mouth to speak your defense, only to pause.

Wait a minute…

Together…

Were you two actually together yet?

Howdy quirked a brow at the sudden dumbfounded expression taking over your face.

“Why, you are together, aren’tcha?” He questioned, brows furrowing as your conflicted eyes met his.

Are you?

“... that’s actually a good question,”

“Oh?” He questioned. “Ohhh..?” his head slowly bobbed up and down as a nod, beginning to grasp slightly onto the situation. “But you are both aware of each other's feelings?”

“That, I will say, we are,” you agreed. “However, I sorta never thought about giving us a proper title…” You trailed on.

“Well, I’d suggest you get on it, then! Might as well get it said instead of stuck inside your head! Say, why not take some flowers for him, hmm?” His hands folded together, a smile on his features. 

“Free, on the house!” He grabbed an arrangement of red, orange, and yellow tulips, thrusting them towards you. You nearly wheezed at the force, accepting them.

“Thank you for your business, neighbour,” He gave you a playful wink, “‘n go get ‘em, tiger!” he gave a thumbs up. Four, actually. Extra good luck!

“Thank you, Howdy,” you rolled your eyes with a laugh at his comment, heading out of the store with new questions on your mind.

How were you to go about this, now?

…

“So, little buddy,” 

Barnaby and Wally strolled along, the big blue dog gazing down at his companion.

“Hmm?” Wally hummed, meeting his eyes.

“I’ve heard a little rumour about you,” Barnaby claimed, trying to gauge Wally’s reaction. 

“Oh yeah?” Wally inquired curiously, “What would that be?”

“I heard that you and a certain someone have finally gotten together,” 

Wally began to answer, but hesitated.

“‘Gotten together’...” Wally repeated, looking a little lost. Then, he paused, head tipping to the side.

“... Little buddy?” Barnaby stopped a few steps ahead, turning towards his friend.

“Are we together now?” Wally quizzed himself, tapping his chin in thought, Barnaby’s eyes widening in realization.

“Wait, aren’tcha?”

“... I think I’d better pay Frank and Eddie a visit,” Wally decided, offering an apologetic smile to his friend. “Sorry, Barnaby,” he spun on his heel, headed toward the couple’s shared home.

“... huh.”

…

“Just when I thought I was free of this stress,” 

Frank rubbed at his forehead, Eddie chuckling behind him, patting his back.

“It’s no big deal this time,” Eddie said, “I’ve got this one under control. I already came up with an idea, actually! As long as you’re willing to spare some of the flowers from the garden,”

Wally watched the two, especially focussed on the way they interacted. The touch they shared. The same that he desired with you.

Eddie’s hand moved from Frank’s back, settling wrapped around his waist instead. Ooh, he could do that with you!

“What are you thinking?” Frank questioned, peeking at Eddie.

“Well, I reckon Wally should take ‘em on a picnic,” he said. “Take some flowers to their door and propose the idea,” he continued.

“‘Course, I’m fairly sure they’ll say yes. Treat ‘em to a nice meal out under a pretty tree, and bring it up by the end!” Eddie explained. 

Frank tapped his chin in contemplation, nodding with a hum.

“I quite like that idea. Nice and casual, I don’t believe much could go wrong,” he agreed. “What do you think about that, Wally? Do you like that plan, or would you like to give something else an attempt?”

“I think I like the sounds of that,” Wally nodded slowly, contemplating. “Yes. I think that sounds nice,” he decided, more confident now.

He had this in the bag!

frank and eddie always to the rescue, it seems! I hope you enjoyed, haha!

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Posted Saturday, May 13, 2023, at 2:23 PM

[aprosin]

There's something about Wally. (Short Story)

this idea from waking up and just slowly brain rots in my head. a short story/a recreation of a video with the AU Yandere! Wally (Link below the story!) anyways, enjoy this story

(Y/N IS NON-BINARY SO THEY/THEM) TW// DE@TH AND BL0OD TOWARDS THE END!

The stormy night was poured down at [Y/N]'s place. They were snoring loudly, in their bedroom, mumbling out some words. "…apple pies…", they murmur loudly. The snore continues when a couple of noises can be heard. None of them didn't woke up [Y/N] until a *BANG* did. They luge up from their bed, trying to understand what happened downstairs. "Huh?! whA…? Who’s there?", they finally say. But, their bedroom door was mysteriously wide open. A light, glossy around downstairs, caught [Y/N]'s eyes attention. They began to walk downstairs, visibly irritated about who trying to prank [Y/N] in their house. "Barndy, I swear to Home. If you are pranking me, I’m gonna…", they say while looking surprised at the cause of the mysterious light. A candle, dimly lit on top of a dinner table. Plates settled almost a dinner date. "…gonna…", they were lost for words at this scene. Look confused before a voice uttered. "Gonna what?" [Y/N]'s face for a second turn into suspicion. Turn their head around to find the cause of the voice. "Who…?" They look at the corner of the room. A figure was standing there while speaking out. "Why it’s me, silly neighbor..." The voice spoke before walking into the light area. Having the tone shift into a satisfied one. "Your dream puppet!", revealing it was Wally. "WALLY???" They were stunned at him. "It can’t be!" Wally began to walk toward [Y/N] and continued to speak in a delighted tone. "Oh, but it is my precious neighbor. Before I was a dead apple seed but your love has transformed me into a stunning apple tree!" [Y/N] looks distressed and examines Wally's outfit. Having a couple of rips and holes. The once-colorful outfit shifts into a monotone of washout color. The face of a beloved person turns into an absurd deranged one. "Holy apples, Wally... What have you done to yourself?" [Y/N] say, have their tone into concern about their friend. "Done? Why I’ve done what you wanted. I’ve become what you want." Wally expressed while holding out his hand. "What you desire." [Y/N]'s face was frightened as they heard Wally's words. "What I desire? Like a make friends?" They spoke in a reasonable tone before it clicked. "Wait, you did this for me?" Wally began to laugh softly before shifting into multiple laughter. "You're so funny my darlin’. Of course, it’s for you! Everything is for you." Wally's face started to shift into a dreadful satisfying one. "You’re the air I breathe and now you can love me too. It hurt so much and took everything I had, but I’m better now." Wally began to hold out his arms for [Y/N], darting at their eyes, his voice began to rise up. "I’m perfect... Your perfect puppet!" [Y/N] quickly moves backward from Wally. Hold their hands to cover their mouth from feeling nauseous. "I feel sick. I never wanted this!" [Y/N] spoke out at Wally. "You look, you look crazy Wally!" Wally's smile made a bizarre grin, and exclamation out. "CRAZY?!" He began to laugh out in outlandish, abnormal at [Y/N]. They felt so uneasy, concerned about Wally.

"No no no!" Wally holds his head while grieving out "I’m better now!" Wally began to kneel down, his hands were on his sidearm, and tears were forming in his eyes.

"I’m a butterfly..." Wally's voice began to crack, sound he was about to cry. "I’m finally beautiful..." He began to breathe harshly, stating to [Y/N]. "You need to love me now!" [Y/N] trying to speak in calm down, walks toward him. "Wally, you need help. Let me…" "YOU NEED TO LOVE ME NOW!" Wally hollers and grasps [Y/N]'s wrist. You can hear a couple of bones break from the unexpected impact. "AH! Get Off me!" [Y/N] cried out. They tried to escape Wally's grasp, trying to reason with him. "Wally please…" "STOP FIGHTING ME! IT’S ALL FOR YOU [Y/N]" Wally's outrage burst out while tearing out fully. "I HAVE BEEN TWISTED AND HURT AND MY HEART WOULD HAVE BROKEN BY ME" He yelled out, putting pressure onto [Y/N]'s wrist. Create less of the bones shattered out and more [Y/N]'s wrist to bleed out. "BUT IT WAS ALL SO WE COULD BE TOGETHER!" [Y/N] finally screamed out "GET AWAY FROM ME!" Wally's face turns into sorrow when [Y/N] yells at him and lets go of [Y/N]'s wrist. [Y/N]'s face having tears come out from the pain. They use their other hand to put pressure on their wrist to keep seeping more on the floor. "You’re… you’re a fricken monster Wally!", [Y/N] spat out at Wally's direction. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Don’t say that! Please, my dear…" Wally expresses in a gentle tone before reaching his hand out for [Y/N] "I’m not your dear!" [Y/N] shriek at him. They began to stroll cautiously away from Wally. "I really liked you, Wally. I could have even loved you, but now, I don’t want anything to do with you." Wally's heart was almost to be heartbroken by [Y/N]'s extreme words.

"Get this through your twisted head," [Y/N] turns his head towards Wally, enrage on their face. "You and me are NEVER EVER going to be together." ------------------------------------------

Wally falls down onto his knees. As the world turns into black and white in front of him. The words "Never be together' echo around him. "Never be togeth…. But I… i’ve done everything…" He spoke in grief, despair tone. Witnessing [Y/N] walking away in a slow-mo, breathing rapidly. "I’ve tried…" As [Y/N] began to walk away from Wally's broken heart, into a doorway. He began to cry out to them, "NO DON’T LEAVE! YOU CAN’T GO!"

Wally's body started to tremble uncontrollably. His fingers turn into sharp, uncanny. Having his hands fade into a black color. "You need to…" Eventually, Wally's pupils turn into a heart shape, and smile out with a disheveled look. "STAY WITH YOUR DREAM PUPPET!!!" He roars out at [Y/N] He ran towards [Y/N], quickly jumped on top of them, and started to beat them in the chest. "STAY! STAY! STAY! STAY! STAY! STAY! STAY! STAY! STAYYYYYYYYY!!!" Wally repeated out at [Y/N]. Hearing them gasping out for air, as blood flew out of [Y/N]'s body. Blood splatter around both of them. Onto the wall, the floorboard, and Wally's bare hands. *BOOOommm...* as the nearby lighting hitted [Y/N]'s place. Their arm thudded into the floor as Wally panted out with sniffed out.

Wally spoke out in a trembling voice, "You’re always running away from my heart, so fast, so fast... and now you stay with ME!" He finally got off of [Y/N] dead body. Wally's vision was buried by the adrenaline rush, sniffled out. As Wally's body slowly turns back to normal. He glances down to see the mess he created. He gasped in dread, and his heart sank down. "[Y-Y/N]?" He began to shake [Y/N] body to see if there was a chance they were alive. "Please wake up..."

"Oh no no no no", Wally's tone was in fright by his own actions. He grabbed [Y/N]'s body to hug him, crying out for the dead neighbor. "What did I do?"

Wally begins to weep, cradling [Y/N]'s body in his arms. "I just wanted you to love me, my dear..." "I never meant to… to… kill you..."

This is what I imagine if Yandere Wally attacked or maybe killed someone

Credits AU Yandere Wally -> @qep0ermint Video/Script (Via captions) -> There's Something About Amy (Part 2): Mashed

thank you for reading !

ps: dont sue me for making your eyes cry

[water-jam]

(my first welcome home fic! ah, i haven't written anything in ages, I'm a tad rusty)

First tickle fic with Lee!Wally and Ler!Barnaby! The weather ruins their picnic, so they choose to enjoy it indoors.

It was a very lovely day outside and two of the siliest neighbors had planned on a picnic. Everything was perfect! The blanket was folded, the food was all ready to go, and the two best friends had met up at Wally's house. As soon as the two were about to leave, a curtain of grey clouds started to form. A soft trickle of rain started to poor down, creating little pitter patters on the roof.

"Ah, for real? We were just gettin ready to have fun!" Barnaby grumbled slightly, though he wasn't too upset, as long as Wally was there.

"Well, we can certainly still have the picnic inside!" Wally suggested, pullling the blanket out of the basket and draping it across the living room floor. Barnaby sat down, his little painter friend plopping down on his lap. They both dug into their food, Barnaby having his signature hotdog with a multitude of odd toppings. Wally had chosen a desert to eat first, a slice of leftover cheesecake that Poppy had given him yesterday. He had taken a few bites and before he knew it, there were some crumbs and a bit of the cherry sauce that had spilled onto his shirt. Even moreso, some of the toppings had spilled onto his cheek and palms.

"Ah, yer all covered in gunk, bubs! Here, I'll help ya out," The big blue dog hoisted Wally up so the painter as standing on his legs. Soft giggles came from his little friend as the soft touch of Barnaby's paw pads grazed his sides.

The big guy glanced up at his friend, cracking a grin at his friend's reaction. He seized Wally's wrist in an instant, licking away at the toppings that had landed on his little friend's fingers. In an instant, the painter dissolving into little titters and squeaks.

"I'm barely even touchin ya, pal! What does it tickle-tickle there? What about here?" He teased, digging the fingers on his other hand into Wally's sides. This drove the smaller puppet up the walls.

"AHAHAHAHA!! GEHEHEHEHEEEEE!! NOHOHO NOT THEHEHEHEEREEE!!" Wally wailed with glee, his free hand flailing about as he was shown no mercy.

"Oh not there? What about here, huh?" With a swift movement, one of Barnaby's hands had slipped up Wally's cardigan and started tracing the outline of the yellow puppet's tummy heart. Wally kicked frantically, leaning back on his friend who had now wrapped an arm just above his middle to keep him steady.

"My, you're awful giggly today! What, the tickle monster gotcha good? Tickle tickle tickle!"

"AIEEHEHEHEEE!! BAHAHARNABEEHEHEEE!! IT TIHIHICKLES!!!" Wally exclaimed, one of his fists balled in his now unwraveled hair. Soon enough, Barnaby ceased his tickling. He turned Wally around to face him, pushing his best friend onto the picnic blanket. In n instant, Wally's shirt and cardigan were lifted from its usual tucked positions. This made Wally squeak with surprise and his face burn brighter.

With a short chuckle, Barnaby wiggled his fingers just an inch above the center of Wally's tummy heart. This made the smaller puppet squeal and wiggle with anticipation.

"Look like I missed a spot riiiiiight...HERE!" Barnaby exclaimed playfully before diving his muzzle right into Wally's tummy heart. The painter let out a series of giggles and joyful snorts as the tingliest raspberry rippled through his body. Followed by another and then another until the artist was kicking his feet and banging a fist on the floor of Home.

"EHEHEHEHEHEE!! AHAHA *snrk* HAHAHAAHAHA *honk* GYAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! B-BARNAABEHEHEHEEE!! QUIHIHIHIIIT IT!~" Wally cackled, to which his best friend stopped his attack. The smaller pupper lay limp on the picnic blanket, his face flushed all the way up to his ear with an adorable red tint. After he caught his breath, Wally was scooped up and held tenderly in Barnaby's arms.

"You okay little guy? Did I go too rough on ya?" He asked.

"Oho, no, you're juhust fine," Wally replied gently, nuzzling into the soft tuft of fur on Barnaby's chest. The big dog moved to the couch with his tiny friend and laid down.

"Sleep well, little buddy."

[sheisburiedhere]

Welcome Neighbor

Chapter One: I'm... Sweetie

Paring: Wally darling x Y/N Sweetheart

Warnings: nothing to worry about neighbors at least...not as yet.

The Darkness

It feels as if it's consuming you as it drags you to the depths of it's unknown ,blocking your vision, clouding your memory, stripping you of your identity. You try to scream but no sound can be heard as your throat fill with intense heat and smoke after every attempt. You close your eyes. You're relentless, you won't stop , someone will help you, you just need to keep on trying ...

The Light

For a moment all is quiet as your screams cease, whatever had it's grasp on you decided to let you go.You feel warmth on top you and a gentle cold below. You hear the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves,you frown your eyebrows wondering where could you be but scared to open your eyes. You muster all courage that's in you and open them to see...

A yellow brick road that surrounds various houses each with very distinct colours and designs. You spin around to observe the rest of your surroundings realising you are on the floor, you push yourself up to stand with both of your hands...

Your hands...

These aren't my...

A shiver goes up your spine...

Your hands are embroidered with a tiny heart on the palms,you look further up to realise your joints are covered in stitches of gold thread. You sweat slightly,as you watch down to see your in a red and white polka dot dress with white stockings and red flats. You instinctively pull out a mirror from your dress and look in disbelief at your reflection. Shiny skin and plump red red lips with your (h/c) hair in a half up bee hive. Your eyes falls on your neck as you see a heart shaped necklace with the word , 'Sweetheart'.

You take in everything that you see in the mirror as take notice of the one thing that raises your brows is your eyes...

Hazel brown heart shaped pupils of your eyes

...

You close the mirror and place it back in your skirt as the sound of footsteps approach you with a loud but friendly, " Hello!". You turn quickly and smile with realising that you are grasping on the something in your hand. "A suitcase huh," you thought to yourself , you turn towards them , taking a hand to wave and giving a great big smile. "Hi there!" You say still grinning,you are greeted by a excited puppet named Julie Joyful. "Oh my name is y/n Sweetheart but my friends call me Sweetie, I just moved here but I'm having a bit trouble finding my house"you tell her without having to think about. She grabs your hand to lead you to the house that is particularly new to their neighborhood,which looks just like your outfit. She talks alot then hugs you and leaves you there to unpack.

You smile , now you have a friend

...

Something is wrong...

How do I know this stuff...I have to remember me...

A knock interrupts your thoughts, you walk to the door and open it to see ,a tall attractive yellow puppet in a blue cardigan and rainbow striped pants. He has a red blush dusted on his cheeks and your eyes widen as you realise you have been staring him down. You cover your face in embarrassment apologizing to him," I am so so sorry," you exclaimed, he takes your hand and smile, " It's really fine I had a quick look myself ,I hope you didn't mind" he chuckled rubbing the back of his neck, " I came to introduce myself to my new neighbor, My name is Wally darling," he says placing a what seems to be a kiss on your hand ,which was a him touching your hand with his mouth and making a muah sound. This made your heart melt and your body feel warm as you eyes turn to a shade red. "Oh! You have very beautiful eyes," he says in awe. You close them smiling not aware of the change and thank him. " Mines is y/n Sweetheart but call me Sweetie-" You open your eyes back up to see his pupils huge and black like a hungry cat seeing a bird

His eyes...

He reverts to it's previous state,as he asks "Would you like to for a walk around the neighborhood tomorrow and have a picnic with me? It will be a great opportunity to meet everyone"

You smile, "That would be very nice Wally, Thank you"

He bids you a good day as he leaves ,you close the door and rest your forehead on it smiling... forgetting your situation. You go to your bedroom and rest , dreaming about tomorrow.

Let's hope everything goes well...

"Welcome Home Neighbor," he chuckles watching you from his home window with his huge black eyes.

[walli3darl1ng]

Hello there darling

Can I request for a welcome home ppl react to a 9 tales kitsune reader

Like she/he has lived in the woods for a long time and was curious what the neighborhood was like and the people that were in it

And the fact that there tales were soft and he/she was beautiful and helped wally finally get a good rest sleep with his/her tales

if u don't mind

(I dont mind at all, Darling! I apologize for getting to this late TT but I really love this! Hope I live up to your expectations! Before we continue…as much as I personally dislike this I really want to post something for you guys ;))

The Kitsune Fox; a fox spirit that can turn into a human to trick and fool those who are easily fooled. Although even the most cautious can’t resist the temptation the spirits posses. In some folklore these spirits are wise and humble spirits that help the living, others say they are evil and only wish to hurt those that are weak.

They are rumored to see and hear all that goes on in the world and if deemed worthy—they can interact and help.

“Sally, I know you like this kind of thing but is it really necessary to say all the scary and nasty stuff on our sleepovers?” A slightly shaken and worried Julie interrupts Sally’s dramatic explanation of the fantasy tale making the star puppet stop and turn to her.

“Oh, sorry! I just really love those stories,” she gives a brief pause and glances around at the rest that were asleep. The only ones still awake was her Julie and Wally. “Besides everyone else is asleep.” She whispers back.

“Yeah, but now Julie won’t be able to sleep, you know how she gets.” Wally tiredly replies, patting Juliet’s shoulder softly. The scared blonde hugging her stuffed doll close to her chest.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Julie.” Sally frowns then opens her sleeping bag to her friend. “We can cuddle until you fall asleep, how’s that sound?”

“Okay!” Julie nods and smiles as she crawls over and hugs her best friend. “We can go see the small shrine tomorrow? The one you were talking about earlier.”

Sally hums and nods, already half asleep due to the warms Julie was providing. She was telling them that she found a small shrine not that far and wanted them to go with her to check it out.

Speaking of which here you are, draped over the roof of the shrine, your fox ears tall and alert and tails swinging about as she let out a boring sigh. “How boring…I guess a couple 100 years will do that, huh?” This is a common thing for you. Talking to yourself I mean. You have been alone for over a few centuries.

Your ears flicker when you hear slow and relax heartbeats, the neighborhood must be asleep now. You’ve noticed the neighborhood not that long ago but was always a bit hesitant to go down there and say hi. What if they think you’re evil and cast you away?!

Anyways, you’ve been keeping an eye on them for the time being. Just watching over them.

“What..?” You sit up when you pick up on a faster heartbeat, was someone having a nightmare?

“I need to investigate..what if someone’s in danger?” With a new found determination you gracefully float down and toward the neighborhood.

As colorful and unique the neighborhood is you can explore just yet. Your ears snap to the sound of the beat of the racing heart to a house. You peek inside a window to see a blue haired puppet rubbing his eyes as he takes a few deep breaths.

You tilt you head as you can still hear his heartbeat beating a bit too fast so you swiftly float in through the cracked open window which gets his attention.

“Who’s there?”

“I’m sorry…you had a nightmare?” Way to start a conversation, I suppose. Then again it’s been so long since you had a conversation with someone else and have gotten a response.

Wally however wasn’t worried at the fact that you, a complete stranger has entered Julie’s home but the fact that you were the exact tale sally was gushing out early that night. You are so beautiful, majestic and grateful even in your tone. Your ears are tall and huge, your tails! Gosh they look soft and the fact you got nine of them! Blow his mind, alright.

“Um…hello?” You asked, waving your hand in front of him making his jump a bit.

“Oh! Sorry, you’re just…you’re so pretty that’s all.” Wally shrugs it off and smiles.

You blink at this, he think you’re pretty? Seriously? What does that mean exactly? “..thank you?”

“..so you’re here because you thought I had a nightmare?”

“Your heartbeat was fast, that’s not normal.” You said as you pointed to his chest. “Then again, it’s been a few days now that I hear that from you, you’re the one that live in the red house, right? The one that’s alive.”

“Home you mean? Yea that’s me, Wally.” He smiles, his heart beat is calming down. That’s good.

“Wally…I’m (Y/n), I live on the shrine that’s up the hill.”

“Sally was telling us about it earlier! That’s where you live, that’s fantastic, you can meet the others.” Wally was now so excited to share his new found friend with the rest.

You tilt you head and hums seeing that Wally was still tired, he’s fighting his sleep but still talking to you. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Sleeping? No, no I can’t sleep now.” Was it the nightmare? You mind is racing with solutions but to no avail. Oh wait!

You perk up at your idea and float towards him, shifting a bit bigger as you circle your body around him and using one of your tails to gently push hums against you and wrap the remaining tails on him like a blanket.

“What are you doing, friend?”

“Helping you sleep.” Was all you mumble before gently humming a soft lullaby you wound for centuries and slowly but surely the blue haired puppet closes his eyes and lets calming sleep take over him, the most calming sleep he’s has these past few days.

The morning sun comes up and shines onto the neighborhood, everything was peaceful and—

“AHHH! there’s a fox in the living room!!”

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The end :) I wrote all this in a Ross parking lot 🧍🏻now I know I’ve abandoned you guys—IM SORRY! But it’s been a hard couple of months and I’m trying to get into my happy hobby again which is writing and talking to you guys 💜