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fandomobbsessedb · 2 years ago

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Yandere!Wally Darling x Female Reader.

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

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

Key: P/F= Preferred Flowers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A woman brushing a small girls hair into their favorite style

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I….. I Uhm…… I don-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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n̶̹̝̰͈̪̪̟̻̓̽̂̿̽̑̋o̷̬̮̩̣̭̫͂̔͌̀̏̀̌̔̔̅̚ţ̸̙͇̤̻͉̖̖̜͇̫̩͉͎̮͒͑̑̄̃̾̓̅̆̀͘ͅh̸͓̰͕̙̖͚̩̦͐̅̽̄͗͑͂i̶̛̦̺̼̖̠͕̦͍̲͑͊̋̄̂̅͗͐͊̀̎͑̿͠ǹ̵̨̢̖͉̗̗͎̜̥̮͈̝̲͛̊̑̋̌̕͜͜g̴̲͚͉̱͍͍̰͓͖̝̩̠̩̔̅͋̌̐̒̂͌̏̀̔̈́̅͆̑ ̶͖̱̱̠̔̑̀̉̏̌̓̄͆̎͑̈̃͜i̵̖̬̻̦̤̗͎̙̅͜s̴̠͙̥͕̯̬͙̺̦̻̤̓̓̆͑̀̂̕̕̕͜͝ ̷̧̢͉͇̲̠̲̞͈͍̣͙͎͌͊̌͂̎̓̑͊̈́̈́͒̚̚m̴̢͕͈̿͗̌̈́̾̇͛͑̐͛̽́̕͝͠ö̵̧̧̡͇́v̸̨̞̱͖̪̳͓̭̮̥̲͎͓̀̉̽͘į̴̡̧̬̯͍͕̩̟̳͉̱̪̭̀̀́̌͂̐̃̒̌͜͝ṇ̵͍͖̼̳̪̏̽̋̾̀̍̈g̶̰̣͂͂́̍͊̂͆̎̏͠ͅ ̶̩̥͚̖̓̀̍̑͐̍͆̂͊̋̏̈́͊͝

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight Wally”

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

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

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sirfrogsworth · 9 months ago

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@monadolaguz I'm still here! And I try to read all the tags and replies.

When I was first getting popular on Tumblr one of the groups that really helped me find success were the bears and bear enthusiasts. They had a little crush on me and that was very flattering even if I could not reciprocate. And despite the fact I was afflicted with a severe case of straightness they still accepted me as one of their own.

An honorary bear, if you will.

So you are free to join the pack.

Also, I'm being told by Google that bears are indeed solitary in nature, however a group of bears is called a sleuth.

Bear sleuths?

Or maybe...

Gotta solve the case of the stolen pic-a-nic basket.

Anywho... it makes me happy I was able to help you accept your amazing bear-i-tude. I'll see you at the next meeting of the sleuths.

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foone · 9 months ago

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Roadside Pic-a-nic baskets

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aceies-desires · 5 months ago

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can you write about me (crownless) with my hot wife (dreamless) having a romantic night picnic on the outskirts of jinzhou

this is my wife isn’t she pretty 🥺🥺🥺

summoning successful! and yes, she’s gorgeous.

this was an amazing first request lol ��💜

Normally, the air of the Shade Ridge was thick yet as you climbed one of the twin peaks stationed North of the bay, the air would thin. There wasn't any human stupid enough to venture there in the dark of the Jinzhou night. Though the stars illuminated the sky, for a human it would be hard to see further than a couple feet ahead of you.

The rocky stairs, worn and eroded, would crumble further as heavy eager steps stomped higher and higher, taking pauses in between every few feet to ensure they wouldn't fall off the steep edge. Usually that wouldn't be much of a problem, as what's plummeting to a being with wings? However the growing fear of ruining a gift for someone you cherish can ensure you take your time and pace yourself to mitigate the chances of ruin.

A soft hum can be heard from the top, a somber song, yet still out of vision. The curve of the stairs along the mountains paired with that damn device placed by mortals, a Resonance Beacon, I believe they're called, blocks the view of the gazebo from which the melody came.

The steps quicken, though only glowing heavier and right as they reach the top a sharp breathe is taken in and a loud:

“MY LOVE!” is let out.

The hum ceases and instead turns to a chuckle, "Someone's late."

Crownless huffs, picnic basket in hand, "Only by a few minutes..."

"Twenty. Your tacet field is far closer to here than my domain."

"I just wanted to make sure everything was perfect for my lovely wife." a pout present on Crownless' 'lips'.

She smiles "Is that so, my dear? What's in your basket?"

Excitement fills him, "Items for a pic-i-nic!"

"A pic-i-nic?"

"Mortals have them with those they love."

"How quaint... What does it entail?" Dreamless, being quite intrigued, asks.

He lays the basket on the ground, and gently picks up the table and chairs underneath the gazebo. He tosses them off the side of the cliff down into the water below, spooking the nearby cats that give him a look of 'what the fuck?'.

He crouches down and opens the basket, his wife looking with an amused smile, as he pulls out a large blanket. He centers it beneath the gazebo shuffling on his hands and knees. The wind picks up, threatening to blow his hard work away, with a groan he places a few rocks and the basket itself atop the blanket to keep it in place.

He pulls out a few candles and lights them with his candle lighting powers, setting them along the blanket, careful to not set the ground on fire. Lastly he pulls out a large bouquet.

"There!" He quickly stands up with a large grin. He walks towards Dreamless and grabs her hand, placing a soft kiss to the back of it, "For you my beloved.” He smiles, handing her the bouquet.

Dreamless presses a kiss to his cheek, "What a charmer," she rolls her eyes, a soft smile on her lips as she pulls the bouquet to her chest. Crownless leads her to sit down. Holding onto her to lower her down, he follows suit, settling right beside her.

He kisses her shoulder then nuzzles into her, and grins. Crownless turns to the basket and pulls out a few echos on a platter, and a bottle of some kind of liquid.

When he finishes laying out the picnic, he smiles at his wife, expecting some kind of praise.

Dreamless cups his face “Aww… How sweet. My husband did this all for me?”

He nods sinking lower as he wraps his arms around his waist, resting his head on her chest as he looks up at her.

“Thank you, angel. I love it. It’s perfect.” She chuckles as she sets the bouquet beside her and pulls him closer. She lays his head on her lap and begins to stroke his head, continuing her humming from earlier as she gazes into the Jinzhou night.

#wuwa #wuthering waves #crownless #dreamless #tacet discord #wuwa fanfic #wuwa x reader #this was WAY more fun that it should’ve been #wuthering waves x reader

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cts-ryu-writing-desk · 1 month ago

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Spring Time Cloud Gazing

A fun little story of two pregnant friends having a little pic-nic and cloud gazing. Thought that was a cute idea. Enjoy

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The sun soared high, its light casting a warmth over the sprawling meadow in the heard of spring. The perfect kind of day for a picnic. Something the best friends Claire and Sasha took full advantage of. A few blankets spread out, a basket of snacks, and some pillows to brace themselves - these two very pregnant friends enjoyed the time out in the spring sun.

Claire had long black hair trailing past her shoulders. She was eight months along and her baby belly was riding nice and high. Sasha had short blonde hair cut close to his head. He was eight months and three weeks pregnant with his bump slowly starting to descend. When the two of them discovered they were pregnant they had agreed that they wouldn’t know the gender of their babies. Just as they became lifelong friends at a very young age they hoped that their children could do the same.

Claire reclined further against a pillow putting a hand gently on her swollen belly. She felt her baby's gentle movements. Sasha was already lying back beside her, head tilted to the sky. He pointed “Claire,” he said softly “Look at that one,”

Sasha was pointing to a particularly fluffy cloud. A plump shape and a distinct head. With long, floppy ears stretching backward. What appeared to be a soft outline resembling those cute little bouncy furballs. “That one up there, it looks like a rabbit.”

Claire followed his finger pointing to the sky, seeing the cloud he had mentioned. She let out a cute little laugh “I see it.”

She looked away, seeing another formation, in the shape of a familiar pond floating bird. “I see a duck. Right over there.”

Sasha looked over. A giggle as he found it. Claire sat up, wanting a snack. Sasha did the same. Fishing out some grapes for Claire and sugar cookies and raisins for Sasha. The two talked about a couple of the strange cravings that they had been having during the week. Finishing off his little stash of Raisin sugar cookies Sasha turned to face Claire, his expression shifting from that jovial playfulness to a more concerned and thoughtful one. “Hey, Claire. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Hmm?” Claire looked at him with a mouth full of grapes.

Sasha hesitated. “Remember, how we agreed we wouldn’t find out our baby's genders?”

Confused, her eyes shifted back and forth. “Yeah, why?”

“Well…” Sasha took in a deep breath “I broke it,” His voice radiated his melancholy

With a gasp, Claire covered her mouth. “You caved? You found out?”

“Not intentionally,” Sasha began to say, “My usual ultrasound technician was out sick. And when I asked to reschedule the attending nurse was insistent that they could do it. And well. She blurted out the gender in the middle of our exam.” his voice started to break up “I was so upset.”

Claire reached her hand over grabbing onto Sasha’s. The two friends looked at each other. She could see Sasha’s tears welling up.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she said, going in for a hug with Sasha “It’s not your fault.”

“It just sucks,” Sasha said into her shoulder.

Calming down Sasha wiped away what tears were left. Claire smiled at him, “So what did she say? Boy or Girl?”

Claire saw just how happy Sasha was. He truly lit up with joy. “A girl!” he said cradling his baby bump in his arms.

“A Girl!” That’s wonderful!” Claire’s voice extended the warmth in her heart “Congratulations,” she said back to him

“Thank you,” Sasha said, tears of joy starting to pool at the corner of his eyes. “I was so worried you’d be upset with me.”

Claire looked down at his bump. “I feel a little guilty now,”

“What? Why?” Sasha asked

“Cause you found out accidentally. I… Well, I asked to know mine,”

Sasha had a look of surprise on his face. His mouth was agape. “You asked?! You mean you knew!” his voice radiated in frustration

“Yeah-” Claire said, scrunching up half of her face. She figured he might be mad at her for this. “I couldn’t help it. I was curious, and you know how I wanted the nursery painted and I didn’t like the gender-neutral yellow so.”

“So you asked?” Sasha retorted back quickly

Claire nodded.

“Well now I don’t feel as guilty, but you should feel hella guilty,” Sasha told Claire.

“I know. I feel bad,” Claire said

Pouting Sasha asked “Boy?”

“Yup,” She replied

Sasha let out a little chuckle, “Great so we swapped,”

“It does look like that,” Claire replied with a laugh

The two had a good laugh about it. The two leaned against their pillows again. Enjoying some more snacks as they chatted about potential play dates, baby names, and what they should have the kids call each other. Claire did not like Aunt or Auntie as it sounded ‘old’ to her. To which Sasha joking replied “They can call me Auntie Sasha if they like,”

Getting a good laugh from Claire. Once they finished their little snacks Shasha was rubbing his baby bump leaning back and looking to the sky again. Watching the shifting clouds form various pictures. Claire patted her pregnant belly in between the up and down motions as she rubbed her bump. Looking right up to the sky along with Sasha.

“I still can’t decide on a name though,” Claire replied

“Jamie and I picked a name.”

“Oh?” Claire asked cautiously

“Lilian. We’ll call her Lily,” Sasha said happily feeling his little girl fluttering beneath his palm.

“Aww. That’s cute,” Claire said “I wish I could find one I could make a cute nickname to,” she said with a slight pout.

“You haven’t narrowed down any?” Sasha asked

“No, my dad said I’d know what to name him once I actually see them. I’m worried I’ll choke and my baby will be stuck with a name like. Dennis or Willard.”

Sasha burst into laughter.

“Oh yeah so funny,” Claire retorted back to him

“I think you’d pick a cute name,” Sasha admitted

“I hope so,”

Sasha looked over and reached his arm over to her, grabbing her hand. It was now his turn to comfort her. Sasha’s voice was soft, assuring her not to worry about it. She was already “a gender-revealing cheat,”

Claire laughed, “I wanted a cute color for the nursery. Sue me,”

“I just might. Yes, your honor, she broke a BFF promise to not have our babies' genders revealed to us so we could be surprised when they arrived.” Sasha said in a mocking way

The two got a good laugh over it. The two friends continued with the playful banter, eating their little pic-nic snacks and watching clouds change their shapes. Pointing out animals, structures, and that one cloud that suspiciously looked like a tiny penis that made them laugh uncontrollably. It was getting late, they had already eaten through all of their little pic-nic snacks. Their boyfriends and baby daddies had come looking for them. The two friends left, revealing that they were just down the street from their homes. Separated only by a few houses.

#pregnant #mpreg #pregnancy #male pregnancy #pregnant story #mpreg story #pregnant kink #preg #female pregnancy

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