#welcome home julie joyful x reader

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Romantic hcs for Howdy or Julie x short reader? 🤔

(I'm sorry i couldn't resist putting this meme)

Howdy pillar & Julie joyful (separate) with a short s/o (hcs)

Julie joyful

Okay-

She loves how short you are!

Even if its just a few inches

If your short/small enough, she will happily give you a piggyback ride :)

(Even if you're taller or bigger then her, she will still give you piggyback rides because she is STRONG-)

She reaches things for you

She is pretty short herself but if your shorter then it was probably quite nice surprise when she first met you!

She sometimes scales the both of you on a wall with crayons to see if either of you have grown

Bothers Frank about how cute you are

Regular interaction between Frank and Julie:

"look at my cute and short partner!" *she points at you* "yes Julie...you've told me 27 times this week alone." "Well. Still! Look at them!"

Howdy pillar

He carries you everywhere, no questions asked.

He moves furniture on the daily like its nothing, what makes you think you wouldn't be carried everywhere??

He holds you like a cat.

He's one of the tallest so you being short isn't really a big deal to him

He can reach everything and everywhere

Need something?? He's already holding it out for you

He has multiple arms so he can basically carry you EVERYWHERE

He measures your height every few months to see if you've grown

Except he actually uses a scale

Hugs are the best with him

[djljpanda]

what if y/n or reader was the villain in the show welcome home puppet show and had a crush on one of the character

There was only one person who did this so far and i loved it

would the reader go easy on them or harder so no one would know

would they show concern when there crying

would they stop there plans all together if they were asked by that person (only for a day maybe)

Well You Didn't Say Which Character And Everyone Does Wally So Imma Do Julie Joyful.

You were the shows "Villain", all you did was cause messes or problems that will make the main characters to fix for the whole episode.

But one day you were gonna pull a funny prank on Frank replacing his colorful butterfly's with moths. As you were about to do this till you heard someone yelling at you to stop.

You turned around to see Julie Joyful, "What is it cave monster I'm busy here" "Don't mess with Franks butterfly's" "Come on I'll bring them back. I just want to see his reaction", you said as when you reach to capture a butterfly you were stopped.

"You can mess up my hair by causing a rain storm or call me a cave monster but you will not hurt my friends feelings", after she yelled at you, you stopped what you were doing and left.

No has ever stopped your pranks like that before and it was a shock coming from Julie. It was so strange that the following days you watched Julie do her normal activities. You did continue your pranks but when Julie was around you would fumble or they weren't as big.

At first you were confused till Valentines day came and again you were by yourself this year. And this year you didn't feel like causing chaos so you just walked around seeing everyone else have fun. As you were in self pity Julie came up to you with a heart shaped card. "Is this a prank?" "No, I know you do a lot of mean stuff but no one should feel alone on a day like this", Julie said as she ran back to her friends after handing you the card.

You opened it seeing notes from everyone in the neighborhood but the one that caught your eye the most was Julies that left a small heart. Than you knew you had a crush on the pink cave monster.

After that you stopped pranking everyone as this became your redemption arc in the show. As now you come around to help stop other villains and sometimes you do pull small pranks but only stop if Julie ask you to.

In the show its hinted that you two will become a couple but with the show becoming cancel viewers wouldn't be able to see what could have become.

[aerkame]

I’m going to be brutally honest in saying this but I had almost forgotten about Wally due to my mind hyper focusing on Howdy and Sally, and Julie lol. Any fun acts about Julie? If that’s okey?

I'm head over heels for Julie more than Howdy tbh.

Aside from always having tons of energy, Julie is completely confident in just about anything she does and sometimes that confidence boosts others up, it's what makes her so likeable and popular on the mainland.

Julie has always been torn on either owning a flower shop or a beauty salon...it was so conflicting that she ended up getting both. Of course she has lots of employees in both places to keep things going when she isn't around, same situation as Howdy with his restaurant.

With such a huge success came lots of attention both in-person and online and she is thriving off of all the attention she gets on social media and the many people surrounding her (I told ya, finfolk are vain with huge egos).

Surprisingly out of all the neighbors Julie is the least bloodthirsty (yes, even Poppy does kill, though very little, she's feels guilty about it usually) even when she's at risk of being found out by a puppet on mainland. That doesn't mean she won't kill at all though. If you make yourself a big enough threat she will do something about it and mercy is longer an option. IF this certain puppet marked for death has done anything to really tick her off or harm a loved one she is prone to torturing the victim. This is rare though. She's patient but there are some puppets on mainland that really know how to test their luck.

Having such a bubbly and confident attitude is sure to attract a lot of potential lovers of course, it's like Julie is playing life on easy mode sometimes. Who wouldn't want someone as beautiful, kind, bubbly, and wonderful as her? Yeah sometimes her ego and vanity make a small appearance...but it's that punch to the ego that caught her attention when you so politely turned her down on an invitation to a tea party. She never gets a no from anyone, everyone is always wanting to go shopping with her or make an appearance at a large tea party just to be seen with her. Maybe she was too forthcoming?

Stalking is somewhat of a hobby she has when scouting out suspicious people. Or just people she is suspicious of knowing too much that could be catching onto what she is. If that's the case, she just buys a potion from Howdy and hires a cute remora dog or shark dog at his restaurant to serve it to the person of interest. But this time was different. She really liked being around you. You are so calm and zen around her even when things got loud or energetic, you stuck around and remained soft-spoken no matter what. Such a cutie.

Usually she tries getting you to come along with her on shopping trips just to show you off or get outfits for you. It's weird at first, but her confidence eventually gets you to come along with her on trips. Sooner or later after getting to know Julie, she asks you to come along with her on vacation during the summer.

You said yes, unassuming of her true intentions.

[sketchquill]

I bring you more Nutcracker AU art (づ*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)づ

[zipora666]

WELCOME HOME X MONSTER HIGH AU !

Frank as draculora , Julie as clawdeen, eddie as clawd, howdy as Frankie, barnaby as heat burns, sally as lagoona, wally as Cleo, y/n as deuce and poppy as headmistress!

[catorpillor]

the neighborhood darling is often bombarded by calls (quite literally!!)

[cherrycherryking]

why hello there Cherry!! i hope you're having a great day 🥰💖

a little request if you're interested, but no pressure whatsoever - you should follow your heart with what you post 🥺💖 how about You being teased by another member of the Neighbourhood about your obvious crush on Wally? i think it's a really cute concept 🙈💖

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wally x gen!reader (romantic)

Being Teased About Your Crush For Wally

✧You're so bad at hiding it.

✧Sorry someone had to tell you. (actually everyone is letting you know.)

✧Okay but what do they expect when Wally is just so- him??? Do they not want you to giggle all lovestruck when he tried to search for the apples on a pie then nonchalantly going "there's no apples in here, silly."

✧Or when you found him looking at himself on a hand mirror and after asking he responded "im very pretty, so i'm looking at myself" so you accompanied him to also stared at him because yes he Is really pretty.

✧And if you jump at the opportunity to explain when he asks the weirdest things in that calm, monotone voice of him, who can blame you??

✧Everyone.

✧Well, not everyone, but Barnaby who usually is the one responding the questions surely will tease you about it (with the lamest jokes to pair it).

✧The worst would be Sally and Julie, specially Julie. Shes just sooo excited at the idea of her friends!!! being in love?!?!

✧WILL sing the kissing song anyways cause my god is this so fun, and you look so cute all flustered! Wants to play wingman so badly.

✧How funny would it be for the whole town to know but Wally about your crush.

✧A lot.

✧But there's always the possibility that he was the first to know but doesnt bring it up because. Is there a reason?? Hm, he likes to hang out with you and he as well thinks is pretty funny to see you red in the face,

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i remembered this song and the drawing just materialized on my screen guys!!! also. PLEASE go and check starleska's stuff!! it is all so good (literally first post of the wally x reader tag o7 thank you for your services)

[starleska]

The Nightmare Picnic - Wally Darling x Reader

You're a brand new resident in the wonderful Welcome Home Neighbourhood, and it's the perfect day for the picnic! But your dear friend Wally Darling doesn't seem to be enjoying the fun. What will happen when you decide to try and cheer him up?

content warnings for: eye imagery, scopophobia, hypnosis, impossible physics, Eldritch, and unreality. go in assuming that Wally is a weird little guy, and you’re both terrified of and kind of enjoy that fact! 😉 you can also find this fic on my AO3. i hope you enjoy!! 

The day you learn how to love Wally Darling begins like any other.

It is a balmy day, the air soft and thick and dizzy with butterflies. The sun shines with relentless cheer, and nary a cloud can be seen in the sky. Such a day in the Neighbourhood cannot be spent languishing inside, and all your new neighbours think the same way. So, which lovely activity did they decide upon? Why, a picnic on the grass, of course!

The organisation of the event is efficient and cheerful. In no time, the lush meadow surrounding the outskirts of the Neighbourhood is replete with cosy blankets to lie on, fun games to play, and a plethora of delicious foods contributed by each neighbour. Luckily, you’d baked a whole tray of cupcakes the previous day, with the intent of handing them out when bumping into your neighbours going about their daily business. The cupcakes were a huge success; even the ever-curmudgeonly Frank, who always has something to complain about, graces you with a begrudging, “It’s good, I suppose,” when you hand him a vanilla cupcake topped with a green-icing butterfly.

'I needed this,’ you think as you look around at your new friends. You’ve only been a resident of the Neighbourhood for a few months, but in that time you’ve grown so close to its colourful cast of neighbours as if you’d known each other your whole lives. Right now, they’re dotted across the meadow, smiling and laughing without a care in the world: Howdy’s busy putting together an impossibly long string of daisy chains; Eddie and Sally peer into an origami fortune-teller and giggle at the results; Frank leans over a bush, studying a caterpillar, and Julie and Poppy clap and cheer whilst Barnaby entertains them with a juggling act.

It’s a gorgeous scene. Today, your heart is warm.

A small flash of yellow catches your eye. Of course, it’s an incomplete picture. You take in Wally, who sits cross-legged under the shade of a verdant apple tree. He’s holding an apple between both hands and staring at it intently, as if willing the fruit to communicate with him. It’s an odd expression - you aren’t used to seeing Wally in a state of concentration.

“Hey, Wally!” you call.

Wally looks up at you and smiles. He beckons you over.

“Hello,” says Wally, in his simple way. “I’m happy to see you.”

Oh, what a beautiful voice. Every time you hear Wally speak, it’s like the gentle lapping of his syllables sweep away your worries in a single wave.

As you get closer to Wally, you notice a few strands of his deep blue hair turning flyaway and giving in to the heat, curling away from the otherwise-immaculate pompadour and escaping the death-grip of his hairspray. He’s a little dishevelled elsewhere, too; Wally’s neckerchief is coming loose, and though he’s long since abandoned his cardigan, a stray button on his shirt remains stubbornly popped. You find yourself grinning. Wally takes such pride in his appearance that you never get to see him a little less than perfect.

“Same to you!” you say. “Aren’t you hungry? All the food’s down with the others.”

That unusually pensive look on Wally’s face deepens. He turns his eyes back to his apple. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” You rummage in your backpack and pull out a chocolate bar. “You’ve got to eat, bud. You not feeling so good?”

Wally takes the treat from you and examines it for a moment, as if the bar is a scientific curiosity. “That’s very nice of you…but this doesn’t work for me. You should keep it.”

When Wally hands the bar back, your fingers touch for the briefest moment, and a shiver works its way up your spine.

You don’t know when this… thing you have for Wally Darling began. Despite the countless nights you’ve spent desperately trying to focus on something, anything else, your thoughts inevitably return to the little yellow puppet-man and his catlike smile. There’s a strange magnetism to Wally which befits his profession as a television host; everything from the delicate way he handles his paintbrush, to his ridiculous affinity for apples, leaves you with a little more fondness than before. Wally has so much affection stored in one small body, and when you first met, you wondered how any person could love so much all at once.

But now, when you look at Wally, you understand.

“If you’re sure.” You pop the bar back into your bag and sit on the ground in front of Wally, mirroring his cross-legged pose. “The offer’s still there.”

“It’s tempting,” says Wally, now turning his apple over and over in his hands. “I’d like to know what would happen, if I tried. But Barnaby told me it isn’t worth the risk. I trust him to know.”

You have no idea what he’s talking about, but the look on Wally’s face is so uncharacteristically brooding that you don’t feel it’s polite to pry. Wally’s always been the drifting sort: those large, dewy eyes of his are perpetually lidded, and always seem to be gazing at something no one else can see. But Wally’s inattentiveness is usually matched with an infectious, excited kind of energy, bursting with nonsense and love.

Today, he almost looks sad. The idea makes you feel sick.

It occurs to you that this may be a personal issue, and Wally doesn’t know you well enough to discuss it. So you ask, “Do you want me to look away?”

Wally’s fingers still. To your surprise, the apple actually drops from his hands and rolls into the grass. You’ve never seen Wally mistreat an apple before - there must be something seriously wrong.

“Actually,” says Wally, now looking at you properly, “I’d like to try something.”

He gestures for you to shuffle closer. When you do, Wally reaches forward and takes hold of your forearms. You make a surprised noise, but Wally squeezes you, and fixes you with a smile full of reassurance and warmth. A rush of heat leaps into your cheeks, and you’re suddenly reminded of an interaction you had with another neighbour not too long ago.

It was only a week after you arrived in the Neighbourhood, and you were finally moving the last of your belongings into your home. All of your new neighbours had graciously donated their time to help you in some fashion, and you were overcome with gratitude. On that final day you were more than capable of doing the rest of the moving yourself, but your closest neighbour - the excitable Julie Joyful - volunteered to help with the last handful of delicate items. At first, you were unsure - Julie is a lovely girl and incredibly fun to be around, but so spirited that you feared for the safety of your items. But a good twenty minutes of allowing her to help with the least fragile of your boxes allayed all your fears: Julie moves with the grace of a ballerina, and the two of you soon had all your boxes stacked in your living room.

Burnt orange sunlight poured through the window, streaming soon-to-be-dusk and casting the wooden floorboards with a vibrant glow. You take a moment from the heavy lifting to look out the window. Across the lawn, you can make out a couple of your neighbours engaging in some game. Upon closer inspection, you realise it’s Wally and Barnaby, the former laughing and tossing a series of colourful balls for Barnaby to catch.

You watched as Wally swung his arm and threw a few of the balls a surprising distance, letting the large, spotted dog race off to retrieve them. Wally put his hands on his hips, as if exhausted by the exertion. He turned - and locked eyes with you. Wally’s face broke out into a huge grin, and he gave you a hearty wave. Feeling horribly embarrassed, you waved back, trying to ignore the painful squeezing of your heart. You’ve only known Wally a week, and yet you’re utterly charmed by everything he does.

A tug on your arm brought you back to the present: it’s Julie. She bats her long eyelashes at you, a knowing smile on her face.

“You like hiiiiim, ” she teased, her voice all sing-song.

“What?!”

You grabbed Julie by the shoulders and yanked her away from the window, as if Wally could somehow hear you both through sight. “No! I don’t know where you got an idea like that-”

“It’s okay, sweetie. You don’t need to pretend.”

Your face felt like it was on fire. You’d always been the careful type, ensuring your innermost thoughts and feelings stayed stuffed as far down as possible to keep you safe. But the Neighbourhood bred a kind of emotional honesty with which you were totally unfamiliar. Everyone is so exuberant, always wearing their hearts on their sleeves - some of them even literally, as plenty of your new neighbours wore outfits stitched with cute little hearts! Keeping a secret in the Neighbourhood felt wrong…even a secret crush on the silly little artist whose smile lit up your insides.

So, you give in. “How did you know?”

Julie giggles. She fishes in the pocket of her dress, and pulls out a daisy.

“I know a lot about flowers,” she explained, as she twirled the stem between her fingers. “What kinds grow in different meadows. How much sun and water and love they need to grow. They show it in their petals, and how they lean. People are a lot like that too.

“When you arrived, you looked…wilted. Like you’d been kept out of the sun for too long. I could see it, but didn’t want to ask why. I think everyone else could, too…and we all wanted to help a new friend who lost their colour.”

“You’ve all been so lovely to me,” you said, by way of thanks.

Julie nodded. “Sure we have! And it worked, for a little bit. But for a flower at the end of its days, even fresh soil, plenty of sun and lots of water can only do so much. Your petals seemed faded for good. And that’s okay. I just wanted you to be happy - whatever that looks like for you.”

You swallowed. “You see a lot, for a gardener.”

Julie smiled. “When you care for flowers, you learn to listen to their needs. Sometimes, you’ll have a flower who has everything in the world…but they’re still curling up, and shying away from the light.”

She pressed the daisy into your palm.

“Wally brings the colour back to your petals,” said Julie. “Do yourself a favour. Don’t hide from your sun.”

Another squeeze from Wally brings you out of your recollection. You suck in a deep breath, facing this new reality of Wally holding you, his fingers pleasantly warm and fuzzy.

“Close your eyes,” says Wally gently.

For anyone else, you would’ve paused - but for Wally, you comply immediately.

Slowly, you feel Wally’s hands slide down your arms to your hands. He threads his fingers through yours and holds them firm, so tight that you start to feel your blood thrumming from the pressure. Your hearing, sensitive now your sight is compromised, picks up the distant chatter of your neighbours, as well as the friendly sounds of nature at play. Your skin tingles, sweat-slicked from the heat and the nerves.

“I have a question,” says Wally, his voice wonderfully calm and soft.

“Yes?”

“Why do you eat?”

“Uh…” What kind of question was that? Wally is admittedly prone to posing questions that only a truly strange mind would think up, but this one is so baffling, you’re thrown entirely for a loop. “...So I don’t die, I guess?”

“Ha ha ha ha!” Wally’s unique, halting laugh almost startles you into opening your eyes. “You’re so funny. Okay. Do you know why I eat?”

This time, it takes you a little longer to answer. A simple enough question, surely with the exact same answer? But Wally’s voice has taken on a teasing, knowing edge - a sound you recognise from when he’s setting up a punchline. The question must be a trick. So you rack your brains, trying to think of all the times you’d seen Wally eat: where he was, what he was eating.

With your eyes still closed, you reach a strange realisation.

“I…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat.”

A soft chuckle from Wally. “That’s right. You haven’t.”

Wally’s grip on your hand tightens. Strangely, a weak, static noise buzzes to life, seemingly from inside your skull. You shift, trying to locate the source, but Wally holds you in place. As the noise grows, the sounds of your friends fizzle out and die. It’s as if you’ve been placed on an invisible train and are moving steadily down the track, away from all the familiar sounds of your Neighbourhood - but you can’t feel the rumbling of the track, or hear the whistle of the wind.

“But…maybe you should.”

With Wally’s words the temperature noticeably drops, and gooseflesh breaks out on your arms. You shudder, wanting to open your eyes but finding that you can’t: your eyelids feel impossibly heavy. You’re stuck in place, pinioned to the grass (which you can no longer feel) as that buzzing sound inches up by the decibel, a nasty, steady crawl which leaves your brain awash in a sea of noise.

“Open your eyes.”

You do so.

And you can’t make sense of what you see.

The sky is gone. The tree is gone. The meadow is gone. Every detail from the Neighbourhood’s comforting landscape has evaporated, leaving nothing behind but a grayscale emptiness which fuzzes in and out like television static. Even the awful buzzing sound abruptly falls away, leaving your ears with nothing but the distant sound of an unseen tide.

Wally still sits in front of you, his hands grasping yours, but it’s like he’s sitting on nothing at all: somehow supported by a cushion of emptiness. It’s like the texture of the world has fallen out of reality.

Seized by vertigo, you tighten your grip on Wally’s hands. “What’s happening?!”

“Don’t worry,” says Wally. “You’re safe.”

“There’s nothing here,” you whisper. “Where is everyone?”

“Back Home,” says Wally. “They can’t see us right now. They’re not ready.” His smile turns coy. “But I think you are. Watch this.”

Wally reaches over and rustles in your backpack. Your heart crawls into your mouth; although you can see Wally’s hands in front of you, you can somehow still feel his hands holding both of yours, keeping you locked in place. You try to look down and make sense of this impossibility, but your eyes are stuck, glued to Wally’s face. You can only watch, terrified, as he takes out your chocolate bar and locks in his gaze.

Without warning, Wally’s eyes flare open, heavy lids drawing back and revealing the full size of his large, black pupils. Wally’s stare travels steadily down the chocolate bar, a focused intensity searing from his eyes like a laser. Somehow as he stares, bite marks are chunked out of the chocolate, as if some great invisible person is taking enormous chomps out of both the bar and wrapper. In seconds, the chocolate is gone.

Panic grips your chest, and you start to hyperventilate. The world tilts, and you’re scared you might actually puke. Wally blinks, his eyelids half-blanketing those pupils once more, and he looks at you with concern. When his eyes connect, your chest convulses with panic: a type of terror you’ve never experienced before threatening to claw its way out of your body and devour you whole.

“What happened?!”

“Oh, don’t be scared,” says Wally, his voice floating and cloudlike. “This is just how I eat.”

“How - did you - do - that?” you gasp.

“I’m not sure. I’ve always eaten this way.” Wally inclines his head in sympathy. “I am sorry if I’ve made you afraid. I usually only eat when others are blinking. That way, I don’t interrupt them. I don’t want to be rude."

You suck in a huge gulp of breath. “Wally, this is…impossible,” you manage. “I want to leave - I want to go Home-”

“You can’t.”

Wally shakes his head mildly from side to side, but his eyes seem to stay still, locked into the centre of his face. No matter how much you strain to move, those incredible eyes remain right in front of you, always at the same distance, never looking away - and never blinking. In your peripheral vision, you see Wally’s hand reach up towards your face. He cups your cheek. The sensation of feeling three arms belonging to a two-armed person on your body sends a rush of nausea through your throat. Wally strokes your skin with his thumb.

“You understand me so well,” says Wally. “You see me, don’t you?”

“I don’t understand.” Another wave of dizziness rises up, pushing behind your eyeballs. The sensation is the same as the pressure of allergies arising on a high pollen day - yet you can no longer smell the flowers of the meadow. You try again in vain to rip your gaze away from Wally’s, but you can’t - and you’re finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

Wally’s thumb stops, resting in the dip of your cheek. “I love my friends, but they only see one part of me. The part they want to see. But you…”

His thumb trails to the edge of your lip.

“...you see all of me.”

You’re split in two. Your brain, the logical part of your thinking, is screaming at you to do anything - to move, to scream, to run as fast as you can into the nightmare emptiness and beg for help. But the other part of you - your traitorous, emotional heart - douses the runaway fire of your fear with the intoxication of Wally’s touch. You find yourself leaning into his hand, savouring how perfectly his cheek cups your palm, and the slight fuzz of his thumb teasing your lip.

“I do,” you whisper. Suddenly, your body relaxes, and you slump forward. You feel very tired. The panic which gripped your body only moments ago is now quashed, flattened into a fine layer of dust by the weight of Wally’s impossibly black eyes. Now your nervous system is nothing but the aftermath: the feeling of fight-or-flight chemicals settling into your bloodstream, leaving you weak and sluggish.

Now, Wally’s eyes are not a source of terror. They’re a blanket you wish to curl up beneath, and never wake up.

“I think you’re special, you know,” says Wally. “The way I feel when I’m around you is…different, than with the others. You’re the absolute most.”

Wally’s words settle over your brain like a dream. You watch, your eyes heavy and drained, as Wally brings his hands up to his chest and forms the shape of his heart with his fingers. You’re no longer scared of the physical contradictions of Wally holding your hands whilst signing his affection. It seems in this reality, Wally can have as many hands as he wants.

This is why Wally’s next question confuses you so:

“Do you think if our friends saw me like this…they’d run away?”

Wally’s words are becoming harder to process. The world around him tunnels. Even though you’re sure that you’re fixed in place, sitting on some immovable, textureless cushion, Wally’s eyes grow larger, encroaching evermore on your limiting field of vision. The longer you look, the more of Wally’s scleras are swallowed by his expanding pupils. Those blown, void-black pools seem to come with their own gravity, and you’re slipping into their inconceivable pull, ready to be strewn and stretched and ripped apart by their physics.

“Oh, Wally,” you try to say, but your tongue slackens, and his name comes out as, ‘Waaalllllyyyy.’ “We love you so much. You can’t make us run away.”

Wally smiles, and you think it’s the saddest thing you’ve ever seen.

“How I wish that were true.”

Suddenly, Wally’s eyes shift just the slightest bit to the left. The effect is like unsealing a pressure chamber. For a moment you are released from his eyes, and your brain and body scramble as one, free-falling and bracing to break against the ground with a hypnic jerk. However, Wally realises his mistake and grabs you by the shoulder - another impossible arm - and forces you to look back into his eyes.

“Shh. Don’t strain yourself. The more you resist, the worse you’ll feel.”

You blink rapidly, trying to reorient yourself in space. Wally’s touch grounds you again, holding you steady in this non-existent space. You try to reply, but your mouth now hangs open, jaw useless. Saliva collects in a pool under your tongue, but Wally still keeps his thumb at the edge of your lip, now rubbing soothing circles against your flesh.

“We don’t have much time,” says Wally. “But…thank you for this. You can’t know how much I appreciate you.”

The warm flush of his approval works its way through your unresponsive body. Your muscles contract, dopamine and serotonin coating your insides and bringing your fingers - still interlocked with Wally’s - into a sudden contraction. You force your mouth into a speech-ready shape, fuelled by his words and his touch and the sheer paradox of his being, and you try so desperately to say, ‘Wally, I love you- ’

But then he looks away.

The spell is broken. Like flipping to another television channel, the world around you snaps back into place in one vivid bound. All the colour, sounds and scents of the Neighbourhood re-enter your senses in one huge burst, and the force of it almost knocks you over. Wally - who is still holding your hands, just like before - keeps you steady, crushing your hands together like he would rather die than let go.

“Hey, you two!”

Looking away from Wally feels like ripping off a plaster. Your eyes alight on Julie trotting up the meadow’s slight incline, clutching a hotdog in one hand and a cooler in the other.

“Eddie wanted me to tell you we’re packing up,” Julie chirps. “Looks like a thunderstorm is coming.” She looks down at your hands, still intertwined with Wally’s, and grins. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Just some good old-fashioned fun,” says Wally, his voice impassive and gentle.

The ability for words has deserted you. You stare back at Wally, searching desperately for something supernatural in the darks of his eyes. Wally looks normal - as normal as a small, yellow puppet can - and his eyes are back to their half-lidded, sleepy-looking state. It takes a couple of nudges with his foot for Wally to bring you back to earth.

Wally lets go of your hands, and you can feel the blood pumping in the spaces between your fingers. You try standing up, but your legs are weak and wobbly, as if you’d just run a marathon while sitting in one spot. They would’ve collapsed beneath you, but Wally catches you before you slip. He hauls you up and loops his arm around yours.

“Just hungry,” Wally says with a smile. “Let’s get you Home."

Julie leads the way down the small embankment, with Wally supporting your timid, uneasy steps. You soon reach your neighbours, now busying themselves in tidying up the remnants of your picnic. Upon seeing you, they all crowd around, asking if you’re okay. Barnaby remarks that you look terribly pale, and Sally offers to bring you a drink. However, Wally shoos them off, admonishing them in a familial sort of way. He reassures them that you’ve just had a small fainting spell, and need to get some rest.

Now free of the others, Julie, Wally and yourself make the way home - and you’re thankful it’s only a short distance. When you finally reach your porch you want to fall over onto the steps, but Wally keeps you held upright: a firm, reassuring presence at your side.

“You need to tell us if you get this again, okay?” says Julie, looking at you with worry in her eyes.

“Okay,” you say, giving a weak nod.

“Thank you. Feel better soon, okay?”

Julie gives you and Wally a final glance over. Having determined you’ll be more than fine in Wally’s care, she bids her goodbyes and skips off to help the rest of your neighbours.

“Ha ha ha,” laughs Wally. “Julie is a good friend. I’m lucky to have her in my life.”

You look sideways at Wally. He catches your eye, and dips his head in a nod. “I feel the same way about you,” he says.

The question is implied in his voice - a little waver at the edge of his words.

“Wally…I don’t really understand what happened today,” you say. “But…I know it doesn’t change how much I like you."

The beam that dawns on Wally’s face is so wide, it almost cracks in two. “Thank you,” he whispers.

You can’t help but return the grin. “Thank you for being vulnerable with me.”

Wally lets go of your arm, and turns to face you properly. He reaches up one hand, and then hesitates, his eyes flickering back and forth between yours as if pondering a question.

Finally, Wally leans in and gives you a small, gentle kiss on the cheek. You inhale sharply, your arms hanging limply by your side and your fingers curling into questioning shapes. His mouth is plush and downy, and the impression of his lips sends a toasty-sweet feeling rocketing through your body.

When Wally pulls back, his yellow skin is dusted pink about his cheeks.

“Always know,” he says softly, “that I love you very much.”

Then, he’s leaving. You watch in stunned silence as Wally’s back retreats into the distance, making his way to join the throng of your neighbours. A slight rumble in the distance makes you look up: a cluster of thunderclouds gather at the edge of the Neighbourhood, fat with the promise of rain.

You touch your lips gently, and smile. Then, you retreat inside the safety of your home…with the warm memory of Wally’s kiss playing in your mind, and static still buzzing in your fingers.

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Cover / general art I made for the Curtains AU!

[b-o-e]

alone with you Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: aauugbsn sad wally? 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 #3 :)

You and Wally sneak away for a breath of fresh air, providing the perfect opportunity to try to get your feelings off your chest.

“Would you like to step outside with me, neighbour?” 

It was a Friday night, meaning the residents of the neighbourhood were gathered at Julie’s home for one of your weekly little jamborees.

Perplexed by Wally’s unusual desire to leave a social setting, you eyed him worriedly.

“...Are you feeling ill?” You fret, facing him to provide your full attention, going as far as gently pressing the back of your hand against his forehead. 

“No, ha ha,” he giggled at your concern, “I’d just like to get away for a few moments,” he reassured, taking your hand into his. “Are you alright with that?” he squeezed it, wanting to ensure you wished to come along.

“I don’t mind at all,” you took him up on his offer, glancing down at your hands. A normal occurrence within your… friendship, but it still gives you hopeful butterflies.

“Actually, I was beginning to grow a tad overwhelmed, so I’m quite glad you offered,” you smiled. He returned it with a nod of understanding.

“Good timing, I suppose. Off we go, then,” he hummed, gently pulling you along to the front door, the two of you slipping away unnoticed.

The temperature outside was a little cool for the summer, but it was tolerable. The sky was clear and bright with stars, crickets playing their sounds while muffled chatter came from Julie’s house. 

You walked at a slow, lazy pace next to Wally, sucking in a deep breath of the fresh air.

“So,” you began, your voice soft, “is there really no reason you wanted to get away?” You questioned, looking over at Wally. “You’re not usually one to leave to need a break from people,” you chuckled.

“Everything is okay, right?” 

Wally hummed softly, gently swinging your hands. You had forgotten they were still interlocked.

“I am. Especially with you around, neighbour,” he reassured, giving you another gentle squeeze. “I just wanted to spend more one-on-one time with you,” he added, smiling. 

“Things were getting pretty hectic in there, and you did seem like you maybe needed a break… I assumed it would benefit us both to come out here,”

“Thanks, then,” you murmured, peering down at your feet to try to hide your embarrassment, “I appreciate you looking out for me,” you said. “Do you want to do anything specific, or are you just in a walking mood?”

“Well,” he slowed his pace until he stopped, you doing the same. Your hands wouldn’t have allowed you to go much further, anyways.

“Why don’t we watch the stars?” He suggested.

You stared at him incredulously.

“... Right here?” You giggled. You looked down at the road under your feet, eyes then returning to his.

“Why not?” He grinned. He released his hold on you, plopping right down on the ground and laying back. 

“Join me?” 

You stood there for a moment, staring down at him as he patted the space next to his body. What had gotten into him tonight? You blew out a soft chuckle, shaking your head. Nonetheless, you sat beside him.

You settled down on the ground, your stomach facing up. Your hands served as a pillow under your head, cushioning it from the pavement.

Your lungs filled with the fresh, damp summer air, as you let your eyelids fall shut. Bugs continued to sing their chorus into the night, the muffled sound of distant laughter coming from the bustling house the two of you had just escaped.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Wally’s gentle murmur arose from beside you. 

You reopened your eyes, staring into the endless pool of twinkling stars above you. The crescent moon gleamed its ethereal light, illuminating enough for you to see Wally's soft, curled smile as you turned your head towards him.

"... It is," you mumbled back, studying him. "Sorry to be so straightforward," you apologize in advance, "but you look very pretty in this lighting." Or maybe he was very pretty all the time, but you didn’t quite have the confidence to be that straightforward yet.

He seemed to be taken aback by the sudden compliment though, his pupils dilating as his mouth opened as if to try to say something. It shut, a moment passing, before he tried again.

"... you really are the most," he uttered, his elbow against the ground, hand propping his head up. "I could say the same to you, though, neighbour."

"You're a darling, Darling," you chuckled, cheeks flushing as you managed to tear your eyes away from his intense gaze.

Silence settled between the two of you. There was never a need for constant chatter with him. His presence was enough, as was yours for him. Despite this comfortability you felt around Wally, shy butterflies danced around in your belly as your thoughts drifted.

You were alone with the person you had feelings for, afterall.

As you continued to look above into the beyond, a realization crossed your mind.

"You know, Wally..."

"Hmm?"

"Your eyes remind me of the night sky," you told him, your gaze meeting his. You turned onto your side, propping your head the same way he had his, staring into his dark orbs.

"Such a deep blue... light reflects so beautifully off them, looks just like the stars," you mumbled, hand propping against the ground instead, pushing yourself higher to look down at him. The light hit his eyes better, at this angle.

"They're entrancing,"

"As are you, neighbour," he watched you attentively, trying to read you. "I feel bad for reusing your compliments, but ain’t it ever the truth," he sighed softly, a look of adoration on his features. Your cheeks warmed. 

“You’re absolutely mesmerizing, you pull me in with no effort at all. I’m so incredibly drawn to your beauty, and always wish to have you around,” he continued. Has anyone else spoken such kind words to you?

“In all honesty, the reason why I brought you out here is because sometimes, I just want to be alone with you,” he confessed.

Your cheeks bloomed with heat, eyes widened in surprise. Despite your wishes that he meant it on a deeper level than just friends, that wasn't the case, was it?

He was just being nice.

He was always nice to everyone.

You were looking too deep into it again…

“Neighbour?” He mumbled gently, the feeling of his hand on your cheek pulling you from your trance.

“Oh.”

You hadn’t realized how close you two had become…

You stared at him, and he stared at you.

You weren't sure how long you both stayed quiet, but before you knew it, you were trying to speak at the same time.

“... listen–”

“Can I–”

“Hey!” 

You jolted in surprise with a sharp inhale, Wally's face contorting into one of shock. His hand retracted from your cheek, attention moving to the disturbance. Your torso twisted to see Julie strutting down the way toward you, Frank trying to catch up behind her.

“There you two are!” She beamed. “Come on, we were just about to– what’s wrong with him?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. Looking next to you, you were met with the sight of Wally laid flat on his back, blankly staring into the sky as if his soul had been sucked out of him.

“You did go on and scare the crud out of them, Julie, so cut him some slack,” Frank scolded, “Can’t anyone take a hint in this town, though?” He complained. Your brows twitched.

“I mean, you couldn't despite all of Eddie’s letters to you?” You deflected with a grin.

“You of all people have no right to– grrr!” Frank stomped his foot in frustration, head spinning. “Never mind that! Julie was quite adamant to come look for you guys for a game we were about to play,” He puffed out a breath, rubbing at his brow. 

“Right!” Julie recalled, taking you by the hands and tugging you up. “Upsy-daisy! Let’s not keep the others waiting! You two did that for long enough already,” she teased, pulling you along. 

“Why were you guys out here, anyways?” she questioned as you glanced over your shoulder at Frank and Wally.

“Uh,” you mumbled, shaking away your thoughts and looking back ahead. “Just came for a breath of fresh air. Lost track of time, I suppose,” you smiled sheepishly at her.

What had Wally been about to say, though?

What had you been about to let yourself say..?

…

“I was so close…” Wally smiled sadly, sprawled out on the pavement in despair, tears of frustration threatening to escape his eyes.

“I tried to stop her,” Frank released an exasperated sigh, offering his hand to his gloomy friend. “Once she realized you two weren't there, she was persistent on coming to grab you,”

“So close…” Wally repeated, holding his hand up in a pinching gesture for emphasis, barely an inch of space between the tips of his fingers.

“Yeah, yeah. You don’t know how frustrated I am, too. Now, come on,” he rolled his eyes, managing Wally up off the ground and starting towards the house. Though slumped and slow, Wally followed along.

“So close…”

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alt title: cockblock julie (/j lol)

Posted Friday, April 28, 2023 at 10:12 AM

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡

See my other Welcome Home work here!

Requested by @mugmaya19

Request: If you are taking in requests could you do one where we just randomly grab their face and kiss them around their face’s before we just walk away like nothing happened? Again if you aren’t doing that then feel free to use this as a way of creative thinking! Have a good day

×A/N×

Omg I had so much fun the writing of this!! I love them so much! 😭❤

I think the chosed scenario was adorable and I absolutely loved it!

I hope you'll have the same fun with the reading of this!

Btw sorry for the picture of Sally :")

(You don't know how much I loved writing Poppy's part- 😭❤)

×❢ About my work ❢×

no proofread, it can have spelling mistakes, look, idk if they can blush or even have a heart, but now they do, okay? lol, no smut, just sweet fluff, no pronouns used for the reader, petnames like darling, love, hon.

Fandom: Welcome Home horror project by Clown

Character(s): Wally Darling, Barnaby B. Beagle, Eddie Dear, Julie Joyful, Frank Frankly, Howdy Pillar, Sally Starlet, Poppy Partridge, The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Ship(s): The characters x The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Form: Headcanons

Wally Darling

"Wally, come here, I want to show you something!" 

• after you placed his face into your hands 

• You started kissing him around

• cheeks, lips, nose

• gosh he felt like heaven between your kisses

• he just sat there still as he accepted his fate

• not like he would want to disagree :D

• after some time, he even leaned forward a bit to have more

• he decided that it was his turn to give you kisses

• he was planning to give a "mwah" to you

• but you turned away and left him

• (a.n: *dramatic gasp* how dare you?! >:c) 

• he was just sitting there and confusedly watched as you left

• "Where are you going, neighbour?"

• dw, if you're not getting his smooch now, you'll get it later, I can promise that! 😌✨

Sally Starlet

"Sally, can you come here for a minute?"

• she was practicing, so at first she wasn't too happy that you disturbed her

• "Yeah, yeah, I'm almost finished (Y/N)!" 

• after a few minutes she were already in front of you with a furious look

• (a.n: how dare you disturb her? >:( /jk) 

• "What do you want, (Y/N)?" she asked impatiently. 

• but you just stood up and gave a small kiss on her lips without an answer

• she was too surprised to react anything, so you continued

• her face was between your soft hands, while you gave an another kiss on her forehead

• she didn't fight too much about it

• she even leaned into your touch

• after you were done, you thought that you can just simply walk away

• well, *chuckle* no. 

• you DISTURBED her practice, then made her heart skip a beat and fall in love with you AGAIN, and after all this, you wanna just WALK AWAY like nothing happened?! 

• she quickly catched you by your wrist with a unsatisfied look and a smirk on her face

• "No, I think not, (Y/N). We need to talk."

Frank Frankly

"Frank, can you come here?"

• first he just approached you innocently, but he could feel that you were planning something

• he didn't know what specifically, but the aura around you could tell that you're on something

• but he still walked up to you and asked 

• "What do you need, darling?"

• you gently put your hands on his face 

• and give one kiss to his forehead 

• an another to his lips

• and an another one to his right cheek

• "What are you doing, darling?" he asked as he softly pulled you closer to him by your hips. 

• you just kept kissing him, didn't bring yourself to answer

• you didn't let him to give back the kisses, but he could catch one and return it

• he even hummed from the enjoyment of your affection

• he could stay like this forever and ever

• but you let go from him

• the moment that he realised that you're planning to go away, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him

• "Where do you think you're going, love?" 

Barnaby B. Beagle

"Come here, Barnaby!" 

• he feels like heaven between your hands

• he immediately leaned into the touch as you started kissing him around his face

• gosh your rubs feels so good! 

• I can imagine that he gently starts biting your hands in an affectionately way

• he even closed his eyes from your sweet kisses

• but as soon as he stopped feeling your touch, he quickly opened his eyes confusedly

• in the last minutes, he still hoped that you'll turn back

• but you didn't :(

• "Uhh... (Y/N)? Buddy? Where are you going?" 

Howdy Pillar

"Howdy, can you help me, please?" 

• he came up to you obliviously

• "What is it, hon?" 

• he's always ready to help you, when you need him

• you asked him to come closer and he did as you requested from him

• you softly grabbed his face and started placing sweet kisses on his face

• he softly chuckled at the first ones

• he's more like a kiss giver than receiver, but although he enjoys it

• when you wanted to leave, he just simply whined

• "No, don't go, (Y/N)!" 

Poppy Partridge

• Today Poppy seemed like she was pretty frustrated. Her wings were shaking, making the binding more difficult to her. You decided to check on her and give her a little comfort. 

"Wa- Wait, Poppy, let me help you!" 

• you made her to let go the sweater that she was working on and after her attention was on you, you've finally could help

• you gently started to caress her wings, attend to not to crease her feathers

• and gave soft kisses around her beak

• but she's just got more frustrated and flushed

• when you were about to leave, you actually changed your mind

• she didn't say anything 'cause she was too nervous and shy to say it out loud, but her eyes were literally begged for your affection

• please give her more, she deserves it! ♡

• (btw the sweater which was she working on, it's actually for)

Julie Joyful

"Hey, Julie, come here!" 

• she approached you happily and smiley, like she always does

• what she didn't know that you were planning to make her heart jump out of her chest

• ( i mean, in a metaphoric way)

• "What is it, (Y/N)?" 

• you didn't pay attention to answer, instead you just grabbed her face and started kissing her around

• i can imagine that she giggles while you kissing her 

• she actually leans forward to make your work easier

• when you walked away, Julie just simply started to follow you with a disappointed look

• "Aww, where are you going, (Y/N)?" "Don't leave me here!" "But (Y/N)!" 

• she will keep ask more until you actually give the kisses to her

Eddie Dear

"Eddie, can you come here for a second?"

• I can assure that you kept kissing him much longer than just a second lol

• he was there in seconds

• just like always, he's ready to help you in anything

• "Is there something wrong, hon?" 

• at first, he wanted to return the kisses when you started to give them to him

• but later he finally catch up that it was you what will give the kisses

• so he just leaned into your touch and enjoyed your soft kisses

• as he got more comfortable in your touch eventually he closed his eyes

• he was just about to get too comfy, when you stood up and walked away

• He calls after you worriedly. 

"(Y/N)? Did I do something wrong?"

• he's more worried than confused, 'cause he's afraid that he did something wrong to you

• please give him more kisses to make sure that he's loved and he did nothing wrong (and that he doesn't cry) 

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Platonic girl’s night with Julie? (i.e. painting nails, talking about crushes, pillow fights, hair rollers, spa face masks with cucumber slices on the eyelids, the works!)

OMG- I've been waiting my entire life for this! :DDD This is the best day everrrrr :]]]

(Sorry if this isn't what you expected or wanted, I've never had a girls night :( )

Julie joyful doing a girls night with a fem!reader (Platonic) [small hcs]

Okay let's start with nails,

Even if your nails are super short or bitten, she will find a way to stylize them.

She for some reason, has all colors of nail polish!

I mean- every COLOR. EVERY SINGLE ONE.

She'll talk about literally anything while doing your nails

Or if you want, you can do her nails!

She'll mostly talk about wally and whatever happened during her day

She'll say "omg- don't tell anybody about this buuuut" whenever she's gonna spill the tea🍵

She doesn't say anybodys secrets ofc, but will talk about gossip and drama going on

She is amazing with her hands, she can probably do any design and style

"TIME FOR HAIIIRRRRR!" Quote by Julie after your nails FINALLY DRYED.

She has a bunch of different hair products for every different type of hair, wavy,curly,straight,tangled,etc

If you have straight hair, she's more then happy to pull out her curling iron :)

Or braid your hair!

(Not to mention hair rollers..)

If you have curly hair or wavy hair, she can straighten it if you want

Very soft hands

You won't even feel her brushing your hair!

Probably watches all studio ghibli movies together.

Alot of face masks. I mean alot.

You'll probably have like 20 on your face and stuff, she'll still insist that you need more XD

Moisturiser.

No I will not elaborate.

After all the faces masks, your skin will look more flawless then it already is :)

She will talk about anything. I mean it.

(Random hc of mine) she has 2 Nintendo switches, she'll give you the cuter one so you can both play animal crossing together, she already bought it for you :D

You two probably do play animal crossing or call of duty. There is no in between.

Most likely while waiting for the faces masks to work. (Most take 15-20 mins)

She got the best snacks and food.

Ramen. Chips. Fries. Pizza. McDona-

Has a very large water bottle for drinking because staying hydrated is healthy.

Like it has times and how much to drink on it.

Like 2pm, 5pm, etc.

She loves giving you random accessories!

.

[djljpanda]

Do you have any headcannons about dating Julie joyful?

You call her jewels or JJ

She loves all the nicknames you give her

I honestly see you guys as the sunshine and sunshine protector

Always trying new hair styles with you

She is there for you when you are feeling down

I feel like she would always try to dress you up as if you were her own doll

Late night calls every night

You both def have a hair routine or more like a night and morning routine

She does bake for you every chance she gets

I feel like Julie has a diary and in that diary your whole relationship is documented

Julie remembers and knows everything about you from you favorite color all the way to what you dream about at night

Morning walks together is a thing between you after making a delicious breakfast together

She does arrive to dates with different hair styles

She does appreciate when you help her with her hair

You did get to meet all of her siblings and yes they did give you the TALK

Sometimes you do go with her to visit her family at the beginning of you guys relationship but soon her family just wants to see you

She confessed to you on Valentine's day with some chocolates

She is a great listener and is always the shoulder you have when you need to cry and she is happy to be that for you

She would defend you if anyone would upset you in any way

I feel like your guys relationship is really a fairytale kind and one of the healthiest I know

[aerkame]

Just a silly thought...and more

Just a silly little thought I had on Wally headcanons while I was trying to take a nap. EDIT: This turned into a short fanfiction, I will now have to make this a full one, there's too much potential.

So like Wally comes off as super out of it when it comes to our world almost. Like he's never been outside of the show, he's so used to being in Welcome Home with all his friends. Wally also seems like he's the only one truly sentient of himself within the show and the outside world.

He also seems pretty smug, or some other version of him does, No doubt Wally's ego has to be through the roof with being the center of attention all the time. Not only that, but he gets to spend all day with each and every one of his friends!

I'd imagine that if one day some poor unfortunate reader just accidentally brings home all of the puppets thinking they're ordinary puppets and wakes up early in the morning to these very odd and colorful strangers in their house. Like the puppets just came to life looking like their cartoon versions of themselves and also became life-sized, even some of the shorter characters just tower over you easily, and Barnaby can hardly fit through any of the doors!

Wally is sitting at the edge of your bed staring at you with Barnaby sleeping against his legs, Frank is looking at your shelves reading through books, sketchbooks, etc, Sally being more interested in the sketchbooks, Julie found some workout equipment and is playing with a jump rope, both Poppy and Howdy are rummaging through the kitchen, already antsy about needing to make stuff, Eddie is pretty interested in your printer, and you're sitting up in bed getting ready to scream bloody murder.

You don't scream though, but you're ready to. You can't tell if you're dreaming or not. Dreams are usually a pretty trippy falling feeling right? This feels real though. Where's that weird falling feeling you get when dreaming? Why are you able to think so clearly? Your brows furrow in deep thought.

Wally just sits there smugly smiling at you, leaning forward to give you a hello, he's so tall you feel like a small child compared to him. "Hello, I'm sorry that we had to meet like this, I hope you don't mind." His voice sounds soothing, monotone, and deep, and he isn't blinking. Instinctively, you slap your hand on his face and keep it there, feeling his expression scrunch up in confusion.

Nope, not a dream.

He gently takes your hand in his and removes you from his face, a small red area showing up where you slapped him.

It took about an hour of talking you down from being freaked out for Wally and the others to introduce themselves. They had sooo many questions of course. Like "What is this thing that makes colored paper come out?", "Why do you have these heavy thingies?" Sally holds up a 50lbs dumbbell with one hand like it's nothing, or "Why aren't you more colorful like us? Ooo can we cover you in paint?"

Needless to say you also had a lot of questions too, none of them were really answered though as all of the colorful characters were busy inspecting your house or were preoccupied with asking you about all sorts of items, they were like little kids. Wally was the only one that seemed to be the more mature one here though, it felt off, like he already knew you or like he was used to this.

At dinner, you went ahead and made food for everyone while also showing Poppy how you cook in this world. You noticed Wally didn't touch anything but the food simply disappeared right before your eyes, leaving you slack-jawed and speechless. "Oh don't worry, that's just how he eats!" Sally waved off your concern. This was starting to freak you out a bit.

After dinner you did your best to find places in the house for everyone to sleep until Wally suggested they all just sleep in your room like one big sleepover...something told you that he just wanted an excuse to be closer to you or to be able to keep a close watch though. Que you being squished in between these giant softies like a kid hiding in a giant pillow fort. Barnaby did make for a comfortable pillow though, and Poppy's feathers were so soft...and..and..you dozed off, not taking notice of Wally's staring eyes.

Sure, Wally has his friends to keep him company, and Welcome Home is such a cheery and colorful world! But it's missing just one thing. You.

[sketchquill]

*Makes summoning circle and starts chanting* Corpse Puppet art, Corpse Puppet art, Corpse Puppet art.

Btw sorry for the long wait guys this took a bit longer then I expected haha 😂

[fatsimpmads]

Shout out to all the bitches that draw Wally Darling with a hunky man chest with collar bones and strong hands but still keep his silly cat eyes and adorable :3 baby smile.