#welcome home hcs

[my0vershareworld]

𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖

Pairing: Wally Darling x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Heacanons.

CW: again. possessiveness

Requested by anon: Hiii can you do Affectionate reader(who’s also like taller than him) x Wally headcanons please :))

he don't mind how much you hug and kiss him he really don't. he won't even mind if you just do it when he's drawing he can continue em tomorrow if you're so affectionate and in need of his touch

honestly your neediness give him a possessive feelings and make him feel more like he owns you even more

he won't tease you for it though he'll give you just as much attention and love

he'll let you do what you want with him, like you can pick him up and spin him around, hug him from behind and kiss his hair then rest your head on his hair, suddenly lay on him, he don't mind it just makes him feel more possessive

just a little something is that he LOVES sitting on your lap since you're so tall and you just be hugging him from behind and just resting on him. he fucking loves your warmth on his back and the softness of your hair on his back..fuck it makes him go insane

he don't mind how affectionate you are, he still love you just the way you are. he loves you very much

[yourofficalgrimreaper600]

Yandere RF Wally HCs

Yes, yes!

YANDERE! RF WALLY HCs

Warnings: Yandere (not gory nor that crazy, buds')

🧡~🌈~🧡~🌈~🧡~🌈~🧡~🌈~

Oh boy.

You're in for it now.

very, very, protective but does not show it......sometimes.

Even after his daughter's death, it's much worse. Walden makes sure to keep his eyes on you, weather in cameras or sending one of his workers or Barnaby to keep an eye on you.

He doesn't show that much affection but if you ever think of leaving him, Walden gets all emotional and affection, like holding your hand or caressing your cheek (Manipulative) and will bring up Julie to bring you guilt; "So, you're going to leave me just like Julie did now...?"

but then after you apologize, He's all stoic and cold again.

His language of love is acts of service or words of affection but that is rarer than often.

Holds your hand when no one is around.

Sometimes you guys do have some serious/deep talks or (rarer) playful talks and actions.

Even though it is hard to see if Walden does really care for you or not, but he does really.

Do you see anyone talking to you now that you're with Walden? No? Talk to Walden!

Basically, threatens the other workers in the coldest and most stoic way to not talk or look at you in a foolish/lustful way.

When he has the time, Walden makes to visit you and ask how you're doing and stuff and....maybe give you a kiss on the cheek or a pat on the shoulder.

I don't see Walden the type to be affection but I'm not saying he never does it. It's just rare.

Overall, Walden is very protective, talkative around you, and VERY manipulative. You think you can handle?

🧡~🌈~🧡~🌈~🧡~🌈~

*I do hope you liked this hcs of RF Wally- I tried to think of how he'd react blah blah and stuff.*

[silly-stings]

i like to think that during some credit sequences at the end of episodes wally would make jokes breaking the fourth wall like "a big thanks to the man with his arm up my back... for making me look good, really."

[fetusmeme]

Oh! Oh! Also! Do you have a headcanon for any of the characters? :D (or one you think is fitting?)

YES OMG

First off, I hc Wally as autistic and very much Julie as well!! Julie imo has both ADHD and autism, v epic of her I have a HC singing voice for Julie and it's Kate Monster from Avenue Q!! I also like to think that Wally had a paint segment on the show like Bob Ross kinda feel, which i think is very fitting!! I also HC/AU that humans can come onto the show like in sesame street with the guest stars and human neighbors. But like I said it's not my world so that's more of an AU.

Sally imo uses neopronouns, not sure which yet but they def do so far those are ones ive thought about on the top of my head

[shotmrmiller]

i need simon to be the one neighbor with a generator when the light's been out for days and when you shakily ask him if he can let you at least charge your phone he just drags you into his home and tells you that you can stay if you pull your weight ie. feed him and wash his ripe work clothes.

sure. you don't know how to cook but he eats it like gordon ramsey made it, doesn't even leave crumbs on the table.

you mix colors with whites, dark with light, but luckily for you, all he wears is black. (not like it matters. if you stained a wife beater pink, he'd blame it on his girl mixing her red thready knickers in with his own clothes)

it works, you suppose, but then he tells you that yall are about to have company so make plenty of food. it's 3 others but they all eat like a family of four.

and this is where things take a turn. where he always left you alone before, his hands are on your shoulders. waist. hips. curling around your ankle, thumb digging into your foot beneath the table. the scottish one notices and tells you both to keep it PG. ye're in decent company, he grumbles.

he helps pick up the dishes once everyone's happy and full of whatever you threw in the oven. stands so close he's pining you against the sink, counter digging painfully into your skin.

"they like ya," he says. well yes, you rather noticed when they kept complimenting the science experiment you called dinner. you also noticed that they called you missus. or maybe you misheard. their accents are pretty thick.

after a nightcap, he sends them on their merry way. "the missus is tired. off with ya." so you hadn't misheard.

you aren't sure how one thing led to another. how you'd been aimlessly drying dishes with a rag to having his head between your thighs, tongue dragging between your folds, fingers pressed into you up to the knuckle.

what do you know is that where he bit your neck as you came still aches. he'd been talking filth that would have even a sailor apple cheeked as he used his spit slick thumb to rub your stiff pearl in tight little circles, feeling you felt your peak approaching at a speed that almost frightened you when he sunk his crooked teeth into the junction of your neck. hard.

enough to feel a bit of a stinging tearing of skin.

ouch. you'd ask if this is also a part of pulling your weight but he's doing it for you as he drags you toward his bedroom.

[za0mbie]

The arm gradient has grown on me!! Mayhaps I'll draw it more often :]

also!! some appleblossom from a twt poll of pairs I don't care for haha /lh

[m-o-n-o-c-h-r-o-m-e]

got into welcome home and this creature is one of my fav characters now

[tainted-heartz]

| since I accidentally (again) deleted a 4th wall breaking request here I am doing this in my own way bc I forgot the ask :'] |

- your little sister had always sat in the living room to watch her early morning shows before school and even after school but it was always this damned show called ‘ welcome home ’.

- you found the show childish of course but she always made you sit with her to watch it with her despite you saying multiple times you're too old for cartoons but that didn't stop her from pulling those pretty please eyes that always worked on you.

- you grew to like the show but there was one character that always made you feel watched and almost made you think it damn right stared at you. wally darling was this characters name , the best you could describe him is that he was just creepy. his stare was cat-like and he stared right at you but it seemed like every time you weren't in there he didn't. it made you nervous.

- that was till one day when you were alone with the tv show on before you suddenly heard from the tv , “ why jee , y/n you do seem bored. ” you stopped what you were doing and slowly turned your head to the tv to see wally looking right at you,hands behind his back with that damned smile on his face. “ sorry to spook you , darling. ”

- darling? what the fuck was this damned puppet on about or if it even was a puppet..this was a dream. a dream. you repeated that till he spoke up again “ I've been watching you for a while now , every breath and step you take. you're just stunning and a masterpiece made by above aren't you? ” his smile seemingly got wider as his hands pressed against the glass or well..screen? “ I'll be close to you soon. very soon. ”

- you quickly stood up and ran off. you can't deal with this and it CAN'T be real. you were locked in your room for hours trying to get that image out of your head till you stepped back downstairs to your little sister watching that show again. once wally was on screen he stared right in your direction. he wasn't lying when he said he'd be close to you soon or force it.

- no matter what you did to be away from the tv you felt something staring at you like daggers into your soul. it couldn't be from YOUR tv,right?

[my0vershareworld]

𝕠𝕙, 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣!

Pairing: Wally Darling x GN!Reader (platonic, romantic, familia just take it as whatever ya want)

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons.

CW: uhh..IDK..

request by anon: how would wally (you add more if you want) reacting to a tsundere reader in general and the the famous line

"It's not like I like you " or

"you dumb dumb"

there are many more but you get my gist right.

this man can read people..too well..

he actually really finds you adorable and enduring with how much you keep denying your true feelings and he always just chuckling at you

he learns to take your words as the opposite meaning and he'll always look at you with an adoring stare because he knows you don't mean those mean stuff

sometimes you make food for him and he'll accept it with his little smile!! but you keep denying that the food aren't made specific for him but you have apples in it so..it was obvious it was made specifically for him

he would honestly started to learn more about how you actually feel bad for being so harsh towards him and everyone else around you yet you can't help it

he'll probably help you to be more honest with your feelings and yourself, he's a good friend/lover to have around

overall he actually REALLY adores you. he finds you cute and adorable when you're just lying to him yet your expression and everything about you is saying the opposite of your words, it just so cute to him he can't help but smile widely at you

[silly-stings]

while im here i thought yk what might as share my theory on the bug videos

So i remember Clown mentioning that Wally's pupils can expand and contract like a camera lens (specifically a camera lens too, rather than a cats eye or something) So i took that literally and thought hey, maybe these videos are from wally's point of view because we're *literally* seeing through his eyes, and that his eyes are the ones literally recording stuff. idk that was mt enterpretation but other theories are way more interesting + make way more sense than mine 😭

[boymachinegirl]

i love eddie i wish post offices were real

[w1yre]

EDDIE DEAR CORE

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hold on. i just wanted to see their height difference and. and hold on-

ill probably clean this up & do the other neighbors but ohhhhh my god. hes SMALL!!!!!! TWELVE! APPLES! (bg Home included to see if Barnaby would be able to fit through the front door. nope<3)

[blithesharem]

Nightbringer MC who makes it back home to their original time and is Not Okay.

Who sometimes wakes up not remembering what time they’re in and who they have to be that day.

Who has nightmares about shifting worlds and missed opportunities and what their mistakes might have cost them.

Who keeps making small errors, bringing Asmo a favorite nail color which he’d grown tired of years ago, making an inside joke with Levi over a game long forgotten, each one breaking a bit of them off each time.

Who is terrified to fall asleep for fear they might wake up in the wrong place again, or to find they’ve dreamed their return home all together.

Who returns to the brothers having lost weight from stress, with dark circles under their eyes and a deeper weariness than before.

Who the brothers desperately want to cling to and help, but who can’t seem to find the words to express what they need.

Who feels like they’ve been disloyal somehow, by loving and missing parts of the brothers that were left in the past.

MC who suddenly finds the home they’ve longed to return to feels just as alien as the one they’ve just left.

[sleepingdeath-light]

willing s/o hcs ; yandere!wally

requested by ; anonymous (09/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; wally darling

outline ; “Yandere hcs of Wally darling with willing reader? 👉👈 gn reader preferred!”

warning(s) ; yandere character, references to kidnapping, references to drugging, violent thoughts, dark content, some fluff (very small amount at the end), reader willingly enters the relationship but isn’t aware of wally’s darker side at the time

it took wally a long time to realise why he was so dang protective of you — an embarrassingly long time now when he looks back on it

from the moment you moved into the neighbourhood he’d found himself being inexplicably drawn to you

your laugh, your smile, your eyes

he’d spend hours in home, trying desperately to recreate them — the way your eyes seem to glimmer in the sunlight, the way your lips curve perfectly when you bite back a smile, the crinkle of your eyes and the curve of your neck when you start laughing so hard you tear up

sketches, oil on canvas, watercolour, coal, chalk — but none of them worked

nothing could compare to the real thing and it drove him mad — because he didn’t know why he was so drawn to you and he didn’t know why he felt so possessive, but knowing that he couldn’t even have a recreation of you was like a knife in the wound

he’d end each night completely dishevelled: neck tie discarded, face covered in paint, shirt undone and stained, hair undone and hanging loosely over his face - knotted and messed with all of his stressing and frustration

but he never gave up, splitting his waking hours between time with you and time spent with his inferior recreations of you — his obsession growing and festering with every failure, with every second spent in your company, with every second spent awake at all

before long he found himself swallowing down insults and anger like bile whenever he saw another one of his neighbours with you — they were his friends, he’d rationalise, he shouldn’t be thinking like this of them

but still, he couldn’t help it

every time you laughed at one of barnaby’s jokes or jokingly shoved frank’s shoulder or caught eddie before he fell or tackled julie in a tight hug — he found himself fighting off a desire to do something he wasn’t made to

he wanted to scream to cry to frown but he literally couldn’t

he was trapped in a friendly smile that did little to express the unearned anguish hatred that threatened to spill over into violence every time he left home

wally had always been so happy and content as himself before you, but now he couldn’t help but wish himself to be in anyone else’s shoes

he’d happily abandon all things wally to feel your arms wrapped around him or to hear your sweet, angelic voice calling out to him with humour and praise or concern

get rid of everything he loved because he loved nothing more than you

and that was when he realised the depth of his feelings for you

that he wasn’t just being protective over a new friend, a new neighbour, that he was in love with you

and that almost made it worse

because now he had to wrestle with the concept of rejection and ruining all of the friendships he’d built during his time in the neighbourhood

he didn’t want to hurt anyone, of course not, but he was tempted to more times than he dared count

and every passing day brought him closer to giving in to his temptations and just outright kidnapping you

maybe howdy would have some stuff in stock that he could slip into your food the next time you stopped by… surely he had sleeping pills at the very least

and you already loved home — and they adores you just as much — so maybe you’d be fine with just not leaving

you’d adjust after the first few months at least — of that much he was certain

and just as he’d started to talk himself around to going through with it — just as he’d purchased all of the stuff he’d need for his plan, separately of course to not raise howdy’s suspicion — he was startled by a knock at his door

there you were, the picture of perfection that had been haunting him even in the very depths of his dreams since the moment he’d laid eyes on you, stood inches away — close enough to touch, but he didn’t — looking flustered and shy as he’d never seen before

your proposition came out uncertain and filled with backtracking and pensive apprehension as your words shook out of your trembling lips, thick with a fear of rejection

you, his muse, his darling-to-be, were asking him out on a date and you were afraid he’d reject you?

the angel he’d spent so long trying to recreate, the obsession he’d spent months trying to transfer from dangerous thoughts to palpable art

it was infeasible to him, so he spent a good while just staring at you, unable to think let alone speak

which terrified you and led to even more frenzied backtracking until he was finally able to get ahold of himself and stutter out an ‘of course’ that sounded far more confident and calm than he felt

(feeling thankful for the first time in his life for the way he was frozen in the picture of polite enjoyment — a smile he couldn’t shake nor that could stretch enough to portray his overwhelming joy)

and the two of you arranged to go on a picnic the next day, each promising to bring what you had (you, the cloth and a pair of nets; him, the food)

it would be picturesque, idyll, even

a cloudless sky with a sun that wasn’t imposing nor was it too cold (suit weather but not worth layering)

a checkered picnic blanket adorned with one of those old wicker baskets and a dozen containers of food and drink like you’d see in all of those camping adverts howdy had delivered from out of town

wide brimmed sun hats and flowers in bloom every which way, an endless floral ocean dotted with specks of blue and red and yellow that were as abundant as stars in the sky

and, of course, plenty of beautifully decorated butterflies to catch — nature’s own paintings that, though gorgeous, didn’t hold a candle to you in his mind

and that night, for the first time ever, when wally set up a canvas and tried to paint you

he could

he captured the curve of your smile and the arch of the neck

perfectly shaded the depth of your eyes and the scrunching of your nose as you grinned at him from within this snapshot

a celebration was in order, but perhaps that could wait until after your date — maybe he could combine the two somehow, he was sure you wouldn’t mind

and whilst those possessive thoughts still swirled in his head, he no longer felt as inclined to act upon them — he didn’t need to force something that was already underway

you were already his, had been for a while, and there was no need for him to worry after all

(though he did opt to keep those items he’d purchased, just in case)

he knew there was something special about you

you really were the absolute most

and he knew that your relationship would be the most beautiful thing the neighbourhood had ever seen — finally he’d get to feel the brunt of your affection, hear your laugh and be party to your fretting and concern

some dreams really do come true…

[i-like-eyes]

Babe what’s wrong you haven’t touched the puppets on your plate