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plutoswritingplanet · 1 month

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Hand That Feeds (Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Female!Reader)

a/n: as promised, here's the full chapter. as a person who's only played skyrim and oblivion, writing for fallout is like throwing a hot dog into an empty corridor (i will not elaborate)

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Attempted Kidnapping, Medical Malpractice, Cooper is a mean old man with a boner. Takes place before the events of the TV series.

Summary: The Ghoul takes up a bounty that has been gathering dust for quite some time. You, bored out of your mind, decide getting kidnapped might be the perfect way to entertain yourself. Both of you bite off more than you can chew. Cross-Posted on AO3

PT. 2

Copper knows this job will be different, before he even decides to take it up.

Scribbled with flaky charcoal, your face looks at him from the notice board every time he delivers a bounty. For months now, a humble title of "The Healer" hangs without change, between criminals, raiders, and people who were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Cooper hasn't considered going for you, it was never his first choice. The bounty on your head was moderately low, in comparison to your notice board neighbors. He had other priorities, bigger than a smeared over pretty face, for half his usual reward.

Until one day, as he stomped his way through the dusty floor, his eyes caught onto your wanted poster yet again.

Well, to be frank, his eyes strayed towards your portrait almost every time he crossed the threshold, but he would never admit it to anyone, let alone himself. Like a constant companion, overlooking all his accomplishments since he decided to stick around the place, your empty gaze followed every transaction, every head delivered onto the table. Some semblance of a routine, he supposed, looking over the board.

There, under the regular information, freshly painted numbers stared back at him. A new bounty, significantly bigger than any reward on the board. The red paint was still dripping down the yellowed paper, the addition must've been made quite recently.

A hefty price. One, that would supply him with enough chems to last for half a year at least. Tempting. Especially now, that he's down to only a couple of vials, his coughing fits becoming longer and closer between. So tempting, in fact, that he tears your wanted poster from the board, finally getting a closer look, a deliberate one.

Booker gives him a raised eyebrow, all the commentary needed, encapsulated in this simple gesture, and Cooper shoots him a nasty look. There aren't many requirements regarding the job, except one, annoying detail.

You have to be alive and in good condition.

Now, alive Cooper could do. Alive is easy. Good condition, however, opened a whole shitbag of problems, which he would be a fool to overlook. Still, the prospect of such money couldn't be ignored. And, he'd be damned to admit it, but he was curious. Who were you? Why haven't you been caught for such a long time? What caused this sudden raise in bounty?

- Did you piss someone off that bad, little lady? - he asks the yellowed paper, and gets no answer, as expected.

***

The bar is filled with patrons, all tripping over themselves to loose as many caps on cheap alcohol and chems from under the table. It's not as rowdy, as one would expect. This settlement must be one of the few more civilized ones, for the Wasteland's standards at least. Farmers, mechanics, shopkeepers, they all clam together, smelling of smoke, sweat, and alcohol.

You're here too, hunched over your drink with a sour expression. Your shoulders are slumped, covered by a piece of cloth, that used to be a shawl, but currently looks more like a rag used to wipe down countertops. Despite that, Cooper sees in the way your body is poised, taunt and graceful, that you're neither a naive Vault Dweller, nor a scruffy raider. A skinny scarf is tied around your neck in a fashion, that reminds Cooper of the old westerns he used to star in.

The sudden influx of memories is neither wanted, nor useful, and he clicks his teeth in annoyance at his own betraying mind.

The Healer, he thinks to himself, making his way through the crowds, until he reaches the side of the bar, one seat from you. Not a glance is spared in his direction. The townsfolk must be used to seeing Ghouls run around the place. Still, when he orders a glass of moonshine, out of the corner of his eye, he can see you peaking at him with curiosity. There's a intelligent glint in your eye, and Cooper feels a shiver of curiosity climbing up his back. He scolds himself for being too old imediately after.

By all that's holy, you look tired. And not the kind of tired, that sticks to a person living in the Wastelands, no. It's the exhaustion of a shitty day, dragging your eyelids down to flutter against creeping up sleep. The alcohol can't be helping your state, however, it will most definitely help Cooper. He almost feels sorry for you, but if your dumb enough to leave yourself in the open like that, while being hunted, there's nothing more he can do but take advantage.

Cooper turns his face ever so slightly towards you, looking over your expression for any signs of recognition. He sees none, more than that, there is no emotion at all, not even a blink at his fucked up face. Raising his hand, he touches the rim of his hat in a wordless greeting.

That finally wrenches some resemblance of a reaction out of you, and with a blink, you tip your glass towards him, before downing its contents. Your cheeks are flushed, lips wet with remnants of moonshine and there's a lock of hair falling out of place, and damn it, Cooper suddenly feels so old.

Ordering drinks while in your current state wasn't the most intelligent thing you could've done. The harsh taste of alcohol burned your throat in a way that was less than pleasant, and for a moment you consider turning to some good old chems for help with... Well everything really.

It started with Old Lady Sal.

You've replaced her hip a while back with some scrap metal and a fuckload of reused body parts. Now, every other day she demands you check it out, make sure it's in working order. Which it always is. This isn't your first replaced hip, you know what you're doing.

Then, you had to sit through the insanely uncomfortable marriage offer from Old Lady Sal's grandson, who is not only dumb as a bag of rocks, but also fourteen.

And to top it all off, suddenly everyone needs you to solve their particular pains of the day. There must be an epidemic of aching heads sweeping through the town, because as soon, as you flee from Old Lady Sal's home, you're being hounded by everyone and their mother, looking to you for help. You were in town for two hours, and your herbs reserve went down to one fucking leaf.

The Ghoul keeps looking at you from under his hat, and at this point it's gotten from uncomfortable, to straight up creepy. You were not about to pretend this stranger's interest in your particular person didn't unnerve you. Although, thanks to your mother's efforts, and later your own, the town practically worshipped the ground you walked on, the same could not be said about the rest of the Wasteland.

You had enemies. You had people, who would love to get their hands on you. You were also deeply aware of the bounty placed on your person. Last you checked, it was quite small, but Ghouls don't have it easy out there, and if there's anyone looking like a bounty hunter in this fine establishment, it's the shady guy giving you a shameless once-over.

So, you place a couple of caps on the counter, and gather yourself best you can.

Perhaps drinking on an empty stomach was not the best idea, because as soon as you slide off the barstool, your head does a flip. Your balance completely off, you trip over your own feet, already accepting the floor, as your soon-to-be companion.

That's when something strangely warm wraps itself around your waist, hoisting you up against the counter. The Ghoul smells just about as pleasant as one would expect, but moonshine is a powerful sedative, and instinctually, you lean into the warm embrace. Eyelids flutter, as you look up into the sunken eyes of your savior, and you can see his throat move, as he swallows thickly.

- Careful now, sweetheart - the voice is low and reminds you of wind whistling through leaves - Gotta keep you in good condition.

Now, if you were completely sober, or at least less drunk, those words would fire an orchestra of alarm bells in your head. Instead, you smile, teeth on full display, as you reach up, to undo a tattered scarf from around your neck.

- Mmm - you sigh, throwing the piece of cloth across the Ghoul's shoulders - My hero.

Then, you grab onto his arm, still holding a tight grip around your waist, and lift it up by the sleeve of his coat. Despite your drunken disposition, you duck under the limb gracefully, and shoot the Ghoul a nasty, fully aware smirk. Realization flickers across his face, but before he can move to catch you, a series of body-wrecking coughs shakes his entire frame.

You hesitate just for a second. The instinct to help is ingrained into your very being, passed down like a mantle from your angel of a mother. But then, self-preservation kicks in, and as the strager reaches into the pocket of his coat, to find his inhaler, you're already out the door, throwing yourself into a mad dash towards your cabin.

You were drunk, not stupid.

***

The sun has barely had time to rise, when you're rudely awoken by the sound of a fist, pounding desperately on your front door. Hard enough to make the hinges squeak and shake.

It tears you from your already light sleep, and you scramble to your feet, hastily pulling a shirt over your head, as you make your way towards the entrance. Hand on your pistol, you look out through the small space between two planks, which make up your door.

It's not hard to understand what is happening. You remember one of the men standing outside your door from the nearby town. Benny or something like that, you were never good at remembering names. Hanging on his arm was another, barely breathing man, who was currently bleeding out right onto your porch. Pete. This one you recognize as a farmer and a hunter. You've treated multiple bites and scratches on him. So did your mother.

Cursing under your breath, you undid all the makeshift locks with record speed, throwing the door open.

- I'm sorry to bother your so early in the morning Healer - you wince at the title, already making a beeline for the table in your kitchen - Pete and I were just...

Both men follow you closely behind, Pete's boots making a disgusting, sloshing noise.

- Put him here, face up - you command, throwing a couple of papers to the floor.

- ...Coming back from a night hunt, and this fucking Ghoul was asking around town about you...

- Cut his shirt - another command, thrown over your shoulder, as you begin to rummage through a cabinet filled with chemicals and various herbs, barely registering the words.

- ...And when we started asking questions back at him, he just shot Peter, right then and there...

You pluck a couple of twisted, dried herbs into your trusty, stone mortar, spitting into it, to gather some moisture. Throwing a semi-clean rag at the man, your voice cuts through his rambling.

- Put pressure on it.

There is no exit wound, and you almost sigh with annoyance at the prospect of fishing out a bullet. It had to be done, however, putting your sleep depriation and a building headache aside, you scoop out some of the herbal paste with your fingers, before pushing past the man.

- Hold his legs down - you mutter, taking a blink-and-you-miss-it moment to check Pete's temperature.

- ...Thankfully, he didn't kill Pete on the spot, so I brought him here straight away.

Pete flinches on the table, as you apply the paste to the wound. That's about as big of a reaction he's capable of, given the amount of blood he just spilled onto your porch. Another thing to clean up, after you take care of the table. What a way to start a fucking day. You can see his eyes follow your movements, barely conscious, but still alive. Sweat beads and gathers at his brow, and you reach out with a clean rag, to dab it off his skin.

Then, as if coming out of a stupor, your eyebrows scrunch together. The story of this faithful encounter finally registering in your brain.

- A man was asking about me? - you ask, despite already knowing the answer.

- Well, kinda. A Ghoul.

You knew which Ghoul, it was not difficult to piece together.

- And he didn't kill Pete, just injured him - you can feel another headache brewing just behind your eyes, as the sheer stupidity of the man in front of you finally comes to the surface.

They led him to you.

Three, steady knocks to your door, smug and confident, interrupt the conversation, and deep down you can see the future of every person present in this cabin. As if you've developed some magical powers.

Stilling your suddenly trembing hands, you settle the mortar back on the table. Thenyou instruct the man to keep pressure once more. Covering yourself with a robe you got as payment for stitching up a sliced finger, you make your way to the door. Fabric flows around your feet, shuffling like the wings of a moth.

Your eyes flicker to the side, where, placed against a wall, stands a small end table. Under it, you've hidden a rather large kitchen knife, and for a second you debate, whether going for it now would be the best course of action. Call it dumb optimism, but deep down, you pray this is some big misunderstanding, and you'll be allowed to go back to your patient, preferably sooner than later.

There's no need to bother with a gun, no time too. Pete is bleeding out faster than a stuck pig, and you were not one to leave your customers unsatisfied. Or, in this particular line of work, dead.

The door opens with a slam. There's a small indent in the wooden wall, where the door handle has hit the surface. The cabin is slowly entering the state of ruin, although, some places are more taken care of than others. Still, it has a roof, a semi intact entrance and even a window with actual glass in it. Quite the luxury in the Wastelands.

Cooper didn't know what to expect, not really. Seeing you for the first time gave him a mixture of varying feelings, as well as a rather uncomfortable throbbing in the nether regions. Who could blame him, really? Your wanted poster gave you no favors, and although he was able to recognize you almost immediately, he still felt slightly short of breath.

He scolds himself for getting distracted by his thoughts, and as your eyes lock down on him, he lifts the barrel of his gun, touching the rim of his hat. Your eyes shift like little sparkling gems onto the weapon, before your jaw locks.

- Salutations Ma'am - his voice is rough from lack of use, the southern twang even more prominent, than usual. - I believe our introduction was cut short.

Yellowed teeth flash in a mirthless smirk, and then his expression tightens.

Cooper is used to people reacting, let's say, negatively towards him. Fear is the most common, and he can't blame the masses, he really can't. Disgust, as well, happens quite often. But as he looks over your feverish gaze, he can't really see either one of the emotions.

No, what you give him is an annoyed roll of your eyes, and he's surprised to say, it bothers him more than he'd be comfortable admitting. He's a goddamned bounty hunter, a ruthless one at that, and a fucking Ghoul. Fuck you mean, you're annoyed by his presence?

- Look - you're already turning away from him, shooting a look towards your kitchen, where he can see a leg twitch in a spasm on top of your table - I ain't got time for whatever this is - your hands wave around in Cooper's general direction. - You'll have to wait your turn.

- Ah, well, I'm not the patient kind.

A squeak of surprise leaves you, as the Ghoul pushes past your body, entering your house gun first, murder clear in his deep set eyes. His steps take him through your living room, dangerously close to your kitchen. You know exactly, what's going to happen, and your arms shoot out on instinct. His body is unnaturally warm, even through layers of clothing, as you wrap yourself around his waist, tugging him back with all your might.

He looks down on you, more bothered by the sudden contact, than the fact you're trying to stop him. It gives you a small leverage, and you push him back a couple of steps, settling yourself between the entrance to the kitchen, and the bounty hunter, raising your hands and getting ready to fight.

- I don't have time for this kinda bullshit. Git. - Cooper snarls at you, his gun-free hand coming up to grab at your hair.

Before you have time to react, five fingers twist hard into your roots, and you stifle a scream, as the Ghoul pushes you off of him. On instinct, your hands come up to tug against his wrist, nails digging into the leathery skin. He lets you go with a hiss, and you use that second, to throw yourself towards the end-table.

Your fingers find the handle with a practiced ease. Then, your body twists like a radioactive viper, and all Cooper sees is a flash of metal. The blade is rusty and chipped, but it could still do some damage. Especially now, that it's pressed against Cooper's jugular, the dull, cold presence halting all his movements. Your eyebrows raise in small recognition at the thin fabric tied around his neck. The scarf. Your mouth goes dry.

- Everything okay back there? - Benny asks from the kitchen, you can hear his approaching footsteps.

- All's well, kee pressure on the wound - your voice is tight with nerves, but the man obeys.

Cooper watches your face carefully, his gun tucked neatly into the meat of your stomach, ready to fire, should the situation escalate. You can feel it, pressed right into the hollow space under your spleen, a good place to be shot, if you could even say that. You're dealing with a professional, apparently.

- We seem to have a bit of a conundrum on our hands, little lady - Cooper drawls, voice bordering on a whisper, his eyes follow the way your tongue darts out to lick your chapped lips.

- I have a patient, he needs help - you explain in an even tone, breathing shallow - After that, I'll deal with you.

Despite being at a loosing position, you refuse to back down, your eyes glued to the Ghoul in front of you. You're bracing yourself for the imminent pain, should he decide shooting you would be easier, but it never comes. Instead, the barrel of the gun presses further into your flesh, before lightly retracting. The cold metal is dragged up, across the expanse of your stomach. You bite the inside of your cheek, and surpress a shiver, when it travels between the swell of your breast, and settles into the dip of your collarbones.

You swallow thickly, Cooper's eyes catching the movements of your trachea like a hungry vulture. The tip of the gun touches the underside of your chin, pushing your head to one side, then the other, as if the bounty hunter is taking inventory in a butcher's shop. Once he's had his fill, he lifts the gun completely, raising his hands as a peace offering.

- Git - you whisper back at him, and a flash of something rushes through his mangled expression.

You take a step back, chest rising in falling rapidly, blade still in front of you, just in case. Then another step, and the bounty hunter dusts off his coat, before sitting down on a stool in your cluttered living room. You don't like the way he looks at you, eyes shining from under his hat, as he occupies your space like it belongs to him. Long legs apread in front of him, and you try very hard not to sneak a peak between them. Finally, you cross the entrance to the kitchen, and the knife is tucked under the leather belt of your pants.

A sigh, a roll of shoulders, and you're off.

Cooper watches with curiosity, as you immediately start to work on the poor bastard stuck on your table. Your back is taunt, hands bloodied but steady, as you lean down to take the metal bullet out of the wound. The herbal paste you've provided earlier has dried up, and is currently working wonders for the bleeding, while you reach inside with not-so-sterile pliers.

- Hold him down - he hears you say, as the legs on the table start to twitch again.

Finally, a metallic sound of the bullet hitting a dish is heard, and you stand up, making your way towards the cabinet filled with chems. There is a grace to your movements Cooper wasn't expecting. Reminds him of dancers, ballet ones.

Back in the day, his ex-wife would drag him to all those ballet shows, ones that made him feel stupid and uncultured. He swallows around the memory, willing it to die down, as you shoot him a cautious look over your shoulders.

He wiggles his gun at you lightly, a reminder, that all this is happening because of his good humor. You scoff.

Pete starts screaming as soon, as you begin to dress the wound properly. Chemical smell fills the air, and although Cooper lacks the nose to feel it, his eyes water all the same. You seem to be unbothered, years of doing this exact job must've hardened your senses. Finally, it's done. There's nothing more you can do for the man, and you wipe your hand on your forehead, leaving a large smear of red.

- He'll be fine - you mutter towards the other man in the kitchen - He needs rest, and a loads of it too.

A couple of small bottles and dried herbs land onto a checkered cloth, and you tie it closed, like a small care package.

- Dress his wounds twice a day - you press the package into the other man's hands while he helps his partner off the table - Good luck.

Cooper glares at the men, as they stagger out the front door. They don't seem to pay him any mind. Well, the shot one definitely doesn't, he can barely walk on his own. His friend is too preoccupied with keeping him on his arm, to even acknowledge that this whole situation was orchestrated by Cooper himself. Or perhaps, he's to stupid to connect the dots. It's hard to tell these days.

The door closes with a click, and Cooper stands up from his stool, sauntering over to the kitchen.

You're currently trying to wash blood off of your hands, which are stained crimson almost up to your elbows. It goes about as well as expected, and as you dry your arms with a rag, there's still a pinkish stain to your skin.

The table is a mess, blood and herbs seeping into the wooden planks which make up the surface. Cooper leans against the doorframe, as he watches you splash some chemicals onto the wood. It bubbles up in a disgusting mixture of red, green and yellow. You let it sizzle for a moment, before taking that same bowl of water you've been using to clean up, and dumping it all onto the table. The mixture flows down to the floor, the residing surface looking much cleaner.

- Now, as much as I'd love to sit around and play house with you, honey - Cooper starts, and has to clear his throat, when you look up at him wordlessly, blood on your face and fire in your eyes - I have a bounty to collect.

Sighing, you push your hair back from your forehead, exhaustion, which is synonymous with living in the Wastelands seeping off of you like a tidal wave.

- Do you have a name? - you ask, reaching for a leather bag sitting on one of the chairs.

- I do - he says, and you roll your eyes at the deliberate lack of information his answer has given you.

You mutter something that sounds scarily close to "asshole", and begin to chuck a couple of vials into the bag, then some herbs, then a water canteen. It's like you're ready to move out at any time, and a sneaking suspicion arises in Cooper's mind. This isn't the first time you're in this situation, if your calm demeanor is anything to go by. Suspicious, highly so, and as you turn around to face him, Cooper raises his hand ever so slightly.

Your eyes fall onto the bundle of rope in his grip, eyebrow raising in annoyance.

- You serious?

- As a funeral, sweetheart - he sways the bundle lighty, his other hand pointing the gun at your abdoment - Now, are you going to be good, and come over here? Or should I come over there and make it unpleasant for us both?

- You're already making it unpleasant - you mutter, but cross the kitchen towards him, raising your hands, palms up.

- Wait.

Confusion hits you, when the Ghoul reaches into his pocket, producing a small piece of torn cloth. Your entire body goes still, as he grabs onto your chin, cold metal of his gun digging into your cheek, the barrel settling into the juncture between your neck and your shoulder. Then, despite your best efforts at freeing yourself from his grip, he brings the cloth to his lips, wetting the fabric with his tongue.

The bloody smear on your forehead is wiped down rather roughly, and you twist in place like an impatient toddler, when Cooper leans his head back, to look at his handywork. You shiver with disgust, at the feeling of his drying saliva on your skin, and as soon, as he lets you go, you begin to rub at your forehead with the sleeve of your robe.

- Good condition - he rasps, and if looks could kill, he'd be six feet under.

He gives you a nasty smirk, settling his gun down for just a moment, and grabbing your wrists together, so he can tie them up. Which is all the time you need to make a decision, and kick out your knee, nailing him right in the crotch. He doubles over, cursing loudly, hands shooting out to grab you, but all he catches is your tattered robe, which you slide out of easily.

Fater than he would've anticipated, you grab at your bag, and bolt to the back of the kitchen, where he watches you jump over the table and all but slide out of the house through an open window. It's like a choreographed dance, the way you move out of his grasp. When he reaches the window himself, there's no sight of you, other than the rustling of tree branches somewhere in the woods behind your cabin.

- Fucking women. - Cooper whistles.

He can't deny the shiver of excitement running down his back, as he secures the hat over his eyes. If that's how you want to play, he would oblidge. It's been far too long since he could actually enjoy a more challenging bounty. Cooper slowly walks out of your cabin, looking over all the little trinkets you've gathered inside. Then, almost lazily, he lifts the robe you've left him to his nose. He feels nothing, of course, but he has quite a vivid imagination. Vivid enough to supply him with a memory of a scent from his past life. Lavender, he'd bet you smell like lavender.

Your tracks are deep and visible across the ground, and so, the hunt begins.

#my writing #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard x you #fallout smut #fallout x reader #fallout tv series #cooper howard smut #the ghoul smut #i walt on his goggins till we fallout

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thebelovedmuse · 1 year

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Are you still taking requests? Because I absolutely need more aggressively flirting Wally

**A/N: I got multiple requests for more aggressive flirting with Wally, which is hilarious. Hopefully this will satisfy you all 💓

Warning: Suggestive themes but nothing explicit

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Another beautiful day, you think to yourself as you take your daily walk. Your thoughts are soon interrupted by the sounds of footsteps closing in behind you. You look over your should to see Wally trying to catch up to you, "Hello Neighbor!" He shouts with a wave. You slow down to allow him to walk along side you. "I've got a favor to ask of you Neighbor," Wally begins. "I'm working on the science section of the next episode and was wondering if you would help me test this idea for a game I had." "A game? I'm mean sure I can but, don't you usually do the science stuff with Frank? Why don't you ask him to test it?" "Well of course for the show it will be with Frank... but if I get to choose who to test this idea out with I'd prefer someone cuter than Frank." Wally laughs and you look away, trying not to let him see you blush. "Well if you put it that way, sure Wally," you say, impressed with your own moment of boldness. "Can I get a hint on what this episode is about?"

"So, we've been working on studying one of the five senses each week so it will be on that," Wally says. "Sounds interesting! This should be fun."

That evening you head over to Home to help Wally test this new game out, you had forgotten to ask exactly which of the five senses this new game was even for so you you busied your mind with guesses as you walked over. The moment you stepped into the living room you saw that the coffee table now looked to have objects on it, covered by a big blue sheet. You sit down next to Wally and excitedly asked him which of the senses was he planning on talking about for the next show. "Taste!" Wally exclaimed, "I think you're going to really enjoy this game Neighbor." You laugh, "Then let's get to it! What's the game?" "Well, you're going to be blindfolded and you have to guess what you're tasting!" "Ooooh that's a great idea, I could see this being really funny on the show," you say. "So, where's the blindfold?" Wally looks at you like a deer in headlights, "Oh dear...I didn't think about that part...OH," Wally reaches for his red scarf and unties it. "I guess we can use this." Wally gets up to stand over you and wraps the scarf around your eyes and begins tying it. You feel flustered as you notice your other senses heighten and you can smell a hint of Wally's scent on the scarf. "Is that too tight, Neighbor?" Wally whispers in your ear. "N-no, its fine," you somehow manage to stutter out. You feel Wally sit back down next to you.

"Ok let's start! Here's the first one..." You try the first object, its crunchy and sweet. "Oh! An apple slice!" You think to yourself that this should be a pretty easy game if Wally gives you such obvious items. You prepare yourself for the next one and sense metal between your lips, a spoon! You immediately realize that whatever is on the spoon is now partly running out the side of your mouth. Oops! "Oh I'm sorry!" You hear Wally say you feel his hand cup your cheek, his thumb running from your chin to the corner of your lip to catch the liquid. You notice a prolonged pause as his thumb sits near your lips before suddenly moving away. Wally stumbles over his words, "Ok so uh, can you guess what it is?"

"Is that...ice cream?" you ask. "Yeah...I think I left it sitting on the table too long, sorry Y/N." "Well at least you didn't get it all over me!" you laughed. You notice no response and wonder if you said something weird. Instead Wally skips right over to the next object. The game goes on for a few more rounds and you managed to guess them all correctly. "I think I have mastered this game," you say smugly, "What's next?" "Well...there's just one more left." "Bring it on!" There's a pause and you start to ask yourself what is taking so long when you feel lips crash against yours. Your mind goes blank and you feel like your face is on fire. Wally quickly pulls away and you rip off the blindfold. You both stare at each other in shock for a moment, both now as red as the apple on the table. "That was uh...real smooth there Wally," you say with a small laugh. He was nothing if not persistent. "I hope you weren't planning on trying that last bit with Frank," you say, unable to suppress a giant grin. "Ha ha ha! No...that was just for you." Wally smiles. You reach over and grab his hand, "So, what does this mean now?"

"Well first off...I think I'd like to play this game with you again," Wally says smirking.

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#wally darling x reader #welcome home wally #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home fanfic

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formula-red · 1 year

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I tried to be good, am I no good? Am I no good? Am I no good?

untitled, Geloy Concepcion // Seventeen Going Under, Sam Fender // untitled, traumatizeddfox // Two People, Sam Fender // The War of Vaslav Nijinsky, Frank Bidart // Hard Times, Ethel Cain // Child Wearing a Red Scarf, Eduoard Vuillard // Complex, Katie Gregson Macleod // Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers, malaak // Too Much Wine, The Handsome Family // untitled, milklump // untitled, dying-weeds // Strangers, Ethel Cain

#sorry to all my f1 people #i'm really going through something rn and had to do something to get it out #been a very tough few days a lot of things being brought back up that i really cant deal with #everything in me feels sick #delete l8r #cw family issues #cw trauma #cw abuse #ethel cain #tw abuse #sam fender #traumacore #trauma #childhood trauma #family issues #dad issues #narcissist parents #web weaving #web weave

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makuro-ua · 1 year

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Pssst, uh!!

I’m unsure if you do kinda hurt comfort-y esque stuff? But in the case you do, I wanted to mmmaybe request smthn with Wally?

Mainly just uhh,, a reader that. like. tends to isolate themselves when they get in a funk. they just kinda slowly withdraw more and more. maybe just,, like,, smthn of him checking up on said reader as he notices them slowly not being present more and more? Comfort stuff, blaahh (could be platonic or romantic!!- I don’t mind either)

I hope you have a lovely day!!!

Wally Darling x Isolated! GN! Reader

“Shh… Take a few deep breaths.”

Warnings : Tiny angst, reader collapsing, and reader isolating themselves until they’re sick. Platonic or Romantic?: Can be read as both. {———————————————————————————}

It was a normal day at the neighborhood, and you were having a moment with Julie and the others.

Julie had set up an idea for everyone in the neighborhood, and that was for everyone to share their games with others.

Julie held a fashion competition as her game, Frank held a butterfly catching contest— you name it.

Of course, you had your own game too.

When that day came and everyone began playing the activities one by one, you kept embarrassing yourself during the games even though the others insisted it was okay.

I mean, you mistook a belt for a scarf at Julie’s fashion competition and tripped so many times at Frank’s butterfly catching contest to the point he’d tell you to sit back and relax.

Of course, Frank had to patch you up after his game before proceeding to Sally’s game.

These mistakes of yours continued on as the day went and you felt absolutely humiliated and embarrassed.

Everyone was having fun, but you felt upset about yourself for making so many mistakes.

You felt worthless for not being able to do such simple tasks the others set up for their game, and you felt bad that the other neighbors had to spend their time worrying about you while they were having fun.

Since you noticed they were getting worried, you decided to shake your head and smile at them, giving them a small ‘It’s okay! I’ll be fine.’ each time they ask you if you’ll be okay.

At afternoon, it was Wally’s turn to conduct his game.

You didn’t show up.

Wally noticed this. He asked the others where you were, and they told him that you just decided to go home early because you had to feed your new pet rock.

Pet rock?

Both you and Wally were close enough to know that you didn’t have a pet.

Unless you didn’t tell him, that’d sort of hurt his feelings.

But either way, Wally decided to continue his game, which was a painting competition. He thinks you needed rest after the small incidents you went through today.

Wally decided to paint you for his game and give it to you tomorrow.

The next day, he noticed you hadn’t come out your house until it was around midday.

When he tried talking to you, your voice was slightly raspy and the area around your eyes were slightly red.

Were you crying?

He was about to ask if you were okay, but you quickly ended the conversation and walked to your house as quickly as you can.

The next day passed, and Wally asked the others if they noticed you.

They said that they saw you through the day sometimes. This confused Wally because he hasn’t even seen you.

Its been a week. After the 4th day, you were gone.

Wally decided that this was enough and knocked on your door.

“Neighbor? I know you’re there. Are you okay?”

No answer.

Wally doesn’t think you’re okay— but he tells himself that he shouldn’t think too soon and keep calm.

But you’ve been gone for days.

Ever since the game activity with the neighborhood, you’ve been acting strange.

That day, he noticed how your eyes would glisten whenever you’d mess up the activities. He was mostly staring at you the whole day, and usually you’d notice— but you looked too upset to even look back at him.

He knocked again. No answer.

“[Y/N]?… It’s Wally. Wally Darling, your friend.”

It took a few minutes, and he was about to give up and walk away until he heard the door unlock and open slightly.

You peeked through the door.

Wally looked at you, noticing how puffy your eyes were and how there were dark circles under your eyes.

You were a mess.

“Hi, Wally.”

Your voice sounded so tired

H took note of how you were trying to hold yourself up against the door.

“My dear, what—“

The short puppet was about to ask what happened to you, but you immediately collapsed against the door.

Wally reached out through the small crack in the door and grabbed your arm before you would hit the floor.

“[Y/N]?”

You were sleeping.

He fully opened your door and attempted to carry you. These were times where Wally wished he’d be a bit taller than you so that he’d be able to carry you properly.

Gosh, you were burning up.

The state of your house was slightly messy, but he heads to your living room and gently laid you on the couch.

Wally put his palm over your forehead. You were REALLY warm.

He sighed and prepared a bucket of cold water and a wet towel.

Wally put it over your head, and put a blanket over you.

By the time you woke up, you were about to sit up and panic until you heard someone call out across the couch your were laying in.

“Don’t move. You’re sick, dear. What happened?”

Wally? why was he here?

You listened to him and relaxed your body.

“Good. Just relax yourself, dear. What happened to you?”

You couldn’t respond well, since thinking about the events of last week made your heart ache.

You tried to restrain yourself from crying, really.

“[Y/N]?…”

You finally broke down into silent tears.

Wally walked towards you and gestured you sit up.

He sat down next to you and gently placed your head down his lap.

“Shh, it’s okay— take a few deep breaths.”

The puppet man wiped your tears and gently massaged your scalp so that you’d calm down better as you were taking deep breaths.

Once you calmed down, Wally listened to your thoughts and how you felt too embarrassed to show up around the neighborhood after the game activity from last week.

“Oh, [Y/N]…”

Wally lets out a few chuckles before looking down at you with half lidded eyes.

He gave you a sad smile.

“You know, I’ve been around here for long to know that our neighbors are nice and are willing to accept new people with open arms. Like how they did with you when you first moved in.”

“But dear, no matter the mistakes or embarrassments you make, they’d never think of you in an ill matter. In fact, they’re very grateful of you and respect you in many ways.”

You sniffled as he went along with his talk, his comforting voice making the weight on your shoulders lessen and lessen, until you felt better.

Wally sang you a small song in case you were still crying, and when you did— he gave you a smile.

“It’s all gonna be okay.”

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A/N : Hi anon! I hope I got this one right. I had fun with this one, and I hope this was a good read for everyone! as always, thank you for reading!

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

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katsus-world · 3 months

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“The air always is better at night. And the stars are out and no one is bugging me. It’s like when the sun sets, I’m alive ‘suks.” Your voice fills his ears, tone relaxed. You switch your camera to show katsuki the sky, beautiful bright stars on display and not a cloud in sight.

“If you get caught, aizawa will give you house arrest again.” Katsuki’s eyebrows furrow at the thought of you not in front of him in class. He grumbles as he lays on his side, bed creaking under the weight of his toned body.

“Geez, don’t say that. You’re gonna manifest me getting in trouble!” You giggle softly, a little wave of nervousness met in your laugh.

“You shouldn’t even be out. Curfew was at 9.” You hear him smack his lips and you switch the camera so it showed your face.

Even though katsuki couldn’t see you properly, he read your features easily. You had a grin on your face and a glow in your eyes that showed defiance.

“Live a little Kats. Plus the weather is amazing.” You lifted the phone and spun. A smile plastered on your face. Your lips ear to ear. Eyes closed in bliss as the cool air made your hair lift ever so slightly, just enough to make you take in a big gulp of the crisp oxygen.

The sight of you like this, so happy, so relaxed, so beautiful. Oh, how it made his heart melt, a small smile pulled at his pink lips. How he longed to be outside with you right now. To have his hands on your hips, to spin you around himself in the air.

To be frank, he missed you. Even though you were on the phone with him right now.he missed the closeness of having you by his side. Of hearing your voice ring close to his ear. Of your pretty lips on his whenever he said something cheesy that you just have to give him a peck.

“Yer’ pretty.” He says lowly. And it makes you bite the inside of your cheek. He “hmfs” in satisfaction, knowing that your face is probably hot right now. His is too but the lights in his dorm are off and the little light raiding off his phone only illuminates his beautiful scarlet eyes who are currently staring right at you.

“What a romantic.” You finally say and katsuki clicks his tongue in response.

“Hurry up and get back. Aizawa’s gonna kill you if you ain’t back by 10. Y’know he does his check ups at 10.” You nod with a sigh and the sound of leaves crunching under your shoe makes katsuki sigh in relief that you’re listening to him.

“Katsuki, when we get old and if we’re still together, let’s own a farm. Away from the city and just us.” You say softly and katsuki pauses his shifting.

“That doesn’t sound bad.. and of course we’re still gonna’ be together. Don’t say stupid shit.” You smile at his words, knowing that you and the hot head aren’t going anywhere but up.

“You know what does sound good right now though, two weeks of house arrest.” Your body freezes and katsuki’s breath gets stuck in his throat.

Slowly you turn around and see your teacher with his scarf hovering around his neck and head, eyes red because of his quirk, and face in a fit of annoyance and anger.

“And don’t think I forgot about you Bakugou.” And for the next two weeks you were stuck cleaning dorms and having to zoom call the class. And for your boyfriend, he got three days of detention for knowing and letting you go out into the U.A woods.

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Hiiii!! So little life update but now I have two jobs! 😭 but I do have a lot of drafts that need tweaking and finishing!! And a lot are more on the darker side, (stalker, Yandere) and will have smut!! But for right now have this little fluff, I have been loving the weather right now, it’s so fresh! ^~^

#liz writes #liz fucking talks #katsuki bakugou #mha imagines #my hero academia #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bnha bakugou #my hero academia bakugou #mha #bakugou katsuki x reader

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pinejayy · 1 year

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How about a Reverse! Wally (where the personalities are reversed). Well what if the reverse wally went to the original universe, now there are 2 wallys? And as a bonus, his girlfriend the reader came with him. But what if in the original world of Welcome there was no reader. Now the poor reader has 2 wallys fighting for his attention and love? If possible could the reader be human?

If my order is too complicated, forget it, I don't want to burden you.

[ I was thinking about the theory if a character didn't exist in a certain universe how would that affect? As long as it existed in another.. In this case it would be the READER. ]

Two Wally's, at the same time!! It's a dream come true!! It's like a Wally Verse, just imagine how many more different versions of Wally's there are

And I love this request! I hope you have a lovely day Darling~ <3 I hope this is good!! uwu

OBSESSION! (Wally Darling x Reader x Reverse! Wally Darling)

Trigger Warnings: Maybe like two curse words, knife and rope mention. Normal Wally is going to be Wally Darling and the Reverse Wally is going to be referred as R!Wally Darling uwu

What a lovely day. Well it was a lovely day. You were hanging out with your boyfriend Wally Darling and all of the sudden both of you were sucked into a portal, you thought you died but ended up at the Neighborhood, but it seemed different that your neighborhood. How strange, you looked at your boyfriend. "What's this place? Do you know Sweetheart?" Asking your puppet boyfriend.

R!Wally looked at you and he just shrugs. "Maybe we walk around and ask these people." He told you, to which you just nod grabbing him by the hand. Feeling safe around him. He smiled at you, you really loved your boyfriend. He was a sweet and a calm person. And he was so gentle towards you, and caring.

As you guys walked around this new place, everything looked the same but different. When you guys were walking around you ran into the neighbors that were from here. And they looked like the neighbors back from your world. How strange... Sally was Sassy and a brat but here she's sweet and fun, Julie was mean and harsh and here she was filled with joy. Both Poppy and Barnaby were really sweet here and in your world they kept to their selves. And here both Frank and Eddie were a couple! And Howdy was very helpful! Everyone was sure different here.

"Hello Wally! I love your new outfit!!" Sally said, as she ran towards you guys and looked at you and tilted her head to the side as she looked at you. She's never seen you before.

R!Wally looked at her, new outfit? His outfit was a Rainbow stripe shirt. With Khaki pants as he was wearing a small red scarf around his neck. "This is my significant other...my lover."

Sally gasped and started to jump around. She looked like she was a little kid on a sugar rush. Then she ran off yelling. "WALLY HAS A LOVER!"

How odd? You both look at each other and shrug as you guys were about to walk off a voice stopped you. "Hello, are you guys new Neighbors!"

You turn around and gasped. It was Wally! Well not your Wally. He looked exactly the same. Besides the outfit, it honestly freaked you out. You quickly hid behind your Wally.

Both of the Wally's looked at each other as they studied each other. R!Wally spoke up. "It seems like we're in the wrong Neighborhood. We were leaving."

But Wally looked at him, and chuckled. "Non Sense! I'll help you guys! Come follow me." He said in a firm but friendly tone. As you guys had no choice, you followed this Wally. This Wally walked you over to his house. Hmm..His house is also alive. As he invited you guys in he looked at both of you. Well especially at you.

His eyes never left you. It was honestly kinda creepy. As you guys sat down on his living room.

You were sitting by your Wally. You looked down as you still felt uneasy around the other Wally. You don't know but something about him seems really creepy and uneasy.

"So, do you guys care to explain how you guys got here?" Wally said. As he narrows his eyes at his other self. "And if you don't mind explaining who this is." He said pointing at you.

R!Wally grabbed your hand. He smiled at you assuring you everything is going to be okay. And then he looked over at the other Wally. "First off we don't know how we got here. We kinda just showed up. And second this is my lovely significant other Y/N."

Wally growled to himself, why didn't he have someone like you. He had to win you over, he didn't know you but he does know that you belong to him and HIM ONLY!

"Hmm how interesting...I don't have a Y/N for myself." Wally said as he looked at you. His pupils dilated. He was smiling big. He wanted you...he needed you.

You look away, as you try to hide from him. Using your Wally as a protective wall. He noticed this and placed an arm over your shoulder. "Shh it's okay sweetheart, well get back to our neighborhood soon."

You just nodded and smile. This made Wally angry but then he smirked to himself. As he stood up walking closer to you guys. "Why don't I help you guys out."

You and Your Wally look at each other as you guys had no choice and nodded. He smiled at both of you "Wonderful! Now new friends! Follow me, I think I might have an idea where you guys came from!"

Wally took you and R!Wally out for a walk. He walked you guys away from the neighborhood. He was ahead of you guys, you just followed behind. Holding onto R! Wally's hand. You didn't trust the other Wally. Something about him was off, some evil...

As you guys continue to follow him there was a loud "THUD"

You turn around and see R!Wally on the floor holding onto his head. And seeing Wally holding a piece of wood. Wait where did he get that? And wasn't he in front of you guys! How did he appear behind you guys?! As you were about to help R! Wally up Wally grabbed you quite quickly. As he held you close.

"You're mine now, and only mine! Why didn't I get a Y/N! Why didn't I get a sweetheart!" He began saying, as his grip tighten against you.

You whimper out, trying to get away from him. R! Wally looked at you and at the other Wally. Something inside of him snapped, seeing you being held like that made him feel something. Something he's never felt before. Jealously.

Your Wally quickly got up and charged towards the other Wally. "LEAVE MY SWEETHEART ALONE!"

Wally laughed and pushed you to the side as he walked towards the other Wally. "Oh? Didn't like that? Well what are you going to do about that ha ha ha ha!"

"Glad you asked!" R!Wally hissed and punched the other Wally in the face, causing him to stumble.

Soon after both Wally's were on each other. Throwing punches and kicks. You just stood there in horrors, you didn't know how to help. But you've never seen your Wally act like this. It was something new.

"Please! STOP!" You yell out, crying out. As you tried to pull off Wally off of your R!Wally an elbow came in contact with your face.

Wally accidentally elbowed your face. This made R!Wally even angrier. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled out, giving Wally a final punch before running to you.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" R!Wally asked you, as he checked on you. Thank God there was no cut or blood. But you looked at him and tear up not paying attention to what happened to you. You just saw how best up he was and broke.

"Oh baby, are you okay?" You asked him. To which he just nodded and smiled. "Yes I'm alright sweetheart just worried about you."

Wally couldn't help but growl softly as you looked at both of you. He was envy that he didn't have a lover, why did this faker have one. Was the world against him? He just kept looking at you guys. He needed to win you over somehow.

As you guys started to get up, you looked over at the other Wally. Scoffing at his direction. "Thanks for the help asshole."

Walking away from him, you held onto R!Wally's arms as you both walk hopefully you guys find a way back to your neighborhood. As you guys walked off leaving behind Wally. He ran back to you guys.

This time he appeared in front of you guys. Holding flowers in his hands. You guys stopped in your tracks and R!Wally put a hand in front of your body, protecting you. As you were behind him, you stare at Wally. What does he need now?

"Haven't you done enough?" R!Wally said. Stopping in his tracks as he saw the flowers. Is he really trying to win you over? How funny! "It's funny how you're trying to win over my sweetheart."

Wally didn't pay attention to him but he looked at you, you just hid behind your Wally more. Whimpering.

"Please....Y/N I know we are meant to be together! Please I need you, the second I saw you it was love at first sight. You'll be my light to my darkness... you'll be my candy apple." Wally said, as he held up the flowers. As he started to walk towards you guys.

Both you and R!Wally started to back backwards. He held both his arms up. Protecting you. "I don't think my Sweetheart wants nothing to do with you."

Wally didn't pay attention to him, his words just went into one ear and out the other. Wally just kept holding on the flowers, hoping you'll give him a chance.

You were getting overwhelmed, as you heard his words. You didn't know how to feel. He wasn't your Wally but he looked like yours. And that's what really got you.

Then all of the sudden both of them were looking at you. You were about to tear up. "Are you okay Sweetheart?" R!Wally asked you.

You nodded "I don't know how to feel. It just hurts seeing him talk to me like that. I know he's not you but he looks like you." You say, feeling ashamed.

This made Wally smile. he had hope. "I'll give you the best life my Candy Apple!" He said taking a few steps towards you guys. "Why don's you choose instead?" He stood in front of R!Wally smirking.

R!Wally looked at you and at him was he really saying that? Why would you choose this Wally over your actual Boyfriend? He felt it again.... Jealously fill his body. He then pushed Wally quite hard.

Wally was taken back a bit, as they were about to throw a punch at each other you got in the way. Specifically you in front of one of them, holding your hands up. Protecting him. Both of them stopped.

Now you have to choice who it was....

Now if choose your Sweetheart R!Wally

He smiled at you, he knew you would never let him down. He was happy that you protected him. "I love you Sweetheart, I knew you wouldn't leave me for him."

To which you just smiled and nod, both looking at Wally now. He was sad, you could see the tears starting to form in his eyes. It hurt you honestly but that's only because he looked like your Wally.

Wally just stood there he was going to get you no matter what. He just dropped the flowers and walked off.

Both you and your Sweetheart shared a kiss. Today was a crazy day. And you guys started to walk off. Hopefully you guys make it back to your own neighborhood.

Little did you guys know was that Wally would soon follow you with a knife and rope...you belong to him and choosing him over him was your first mistake. Wally was going to show you that your his, that your his Candy Apple.

Now if you Choose Wally Darling

R!Wally just stood there, shocked that you picked him! His eyes started to fill up with tears. He didn't expect you to leave him like this. "Sweetheart.....Don't tell me you're picking him over me?"

You didn't know why you picked him over your actual boyfriend. Maybe it was the guilt or maybe not. As you didn't know what to say so you just looked down and stood by Wally's side. Making Wally smile big, wrapping an arm around your waist.

He brought you close to himself and placed a big kiss against your lips. Making R!Wally whimper. his heart breaking. "Fine, then this is it. farewell my Sweetheart, I'll always keep a place in my heart for you. Maybe in the next lifetime we will be back together."

And with that R!Wally left, leaving you guys alone. Did you make the correct choice? A few tears slipped from your eyes.

Wally wiped them away and smiled. "Shh don't cry my Candy Apple. Come let's go back to the neighborhood. You have a new life ahead of you."

Damn I was tearing up writing that last part! But I hope you enjoy this uwu

#wally darling #welcome home #wally darling x reader #yandere wally darling x reader

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cup1dt3a · 1 year

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Well, I had an idea for you, and if besides yandere wally there is another yandere for the reader... The reader before meeting Wally had a Yandere in real life who pursued them and who still pursues him.

How would Yan! Wally react to another yandere? What if that other yandere kidnapped the reader before wally took them?

( this yandere you can choose the characteristics of what type of Yandere they are )

Tysm for the request I’ll make this a little darker than the rest of my fic’s so hope you enjoy 💖

⚠️Warning: Unhealthy relationships

“ Dearest!” His voice rang in it throughout the empty house.

“ In the kitchen!” You replied knowing your clingy boyfriend would panic if he couldn’t see you.

You learned that the first month after being with him. He was always such a good friend to you you’ve known him since you were born. He was always so kind and anxious but as soon as you got into a relationship he was even more anxious. Always so worried about you always reluctant to leave you home alone. Always just so overbearingly caring. Sure it was sweet how much he cared but you just wanted some space every once in a while. Everytime you tried to get some space he would start having a breakdown.

Stating you must hate him, you nuts not even love him, you just do t want him in your life at all. You didn’t but you hated how much he would cry. And so on to avoid this you just stopped trying to have space. Stopped asking to call or parents, friends, or even anyone you knew. Just to avoid him panicking. Sure this was an oddly normal occasion but you loved him. You loved him right?

You and him were out in town at the moment. His arm wrapped around your waist in an almost too tight grip. People were even staring at you seeing your discomfort.

“ John, you’re hurting me could you loosen your grip please.” You asked .

“ Oh no! Dear, I would but I don’t want to lose you in this big crowd you’re too precious for me to lose honey.” He said tightening his grip.

You wanted to say something but didn’t. Not wanting to upset him. Throughout the whole way home you just dealt with his right grip sure it bothered you. But as soon as you got home he apologized.

” I’m so sorry honey are you upset? Please don’t be upset with me! I love you. I love you so much my precious dear.” He said constantly kissing you from your wrist to cheek murmuring praises.

With his hot breath fanning your ears you gulped blushing. Even as you indulged into his sweet promises you had failed to notice the peering black pupils glaring at your lover. Almost sneering as you watched you press a kiss to his cheek. Oh how he wished that was him. Kissing you all over worshiping your skin from head to toe as you deserved. God you’re just so perfect and sweet.

After he constantly praised you he finally stopped at the suggestion of watching Tv. You had put on The Notebook. You had cried all night and fallen asleep on the couch. Your lover had decided to go onto bed leaving you on the couch half asleep.

Rubbing your sore eyes after crying you looked up at the TV while it emptily stared at you. Why not watch something else maybe it’ll help you feel better. As you clicked the on button the screen blinded you with its bright display. While trying to adjust your eyes the first thing they adjusted on was this yellow puppet. He had swirly navy blue hair, red scarf on his neck, a blue sweater, and rainbow pants his color scheme was oddly very pleasing to your eyes making you smile as the character gently spoke. It was a nice thing to hear since the only voice you ever heard screamed at you. It seemed to be a kids show from its childish aesthetic. You sniffed happily at how cute it all seemed. Julie and Frank were your favorite duo so far. The extroverted friend who’s always happy and the introvert who’s obsessed with moths. A trope you never knew you needed but here you are.

As the show continued you couldn’t help but get drawn towards Wally. It was just something about him that made you smile. Could it be the bright colors? Perhaps his gentle voice? You didn’t know but it brought you some joy so it didn’t matter. As the show continued you couldn’t help but get drawn towards Wally. It was just something about him that made you smile. Could it be the bright colors? Perhaps his gentle voice? You didn’t know but it brought you some joy so it didn’t matter.

“_____! Dearest where are you?” His voice rang out.

You hurriedly answered and turned the TV off getting up brushing dust off your clothes. How is it mornings already wasn’t it just midnight? Oh well you must have gotten so infatuated with the show you lost track of time

It was once again late at night but you were alone again with your computer. It’s been ages but you just had to! Ever since you watched that show you’ve been hooked! There was even a website fully dedicated to the show. And Wally was on there. Wally was most definitely your favorite. The website even had him interact with the viewer. It was adorable little thing. You even found others who enjoyed it too. But whenever you would talk about Wally interactions you had everyone seemed confused. It was odd.

“ So dear what have you been doing?” Your boyfriend asked as you were happily watching an episode of Welcome Home.

“ Oh it’s nothing just this show I found.” You replied eyes glued onto he screen displaying Wally.

“ You’ve been doing obsessing over that show for a while why not give it a break plus it’s for kids isn’t it?” they told you.

“ Yes…but I just got invested in it. You know what I’m tired I’m going to go ahead and get some sleep.” You said yawning as they rolled their eyes.

“ The hell do they even watch this for it’s a fucking baby’s show.” He angrily nagged while he watched welcome home.

“ You know neighbor I don’t think you’re being very nice.” Wally smiled at him through the screen.

“ Wow I have great timing. Heh… what the fuck is the TV doing.” He arched his browl as it started to glitch out.

If only he knew the horrors of what Wally had planned for him.

“ Oh no no neighbor it isn’t the TV. Ha ha ha! You’re so funny~!” Wally smiled.

As you went to the living room you first noticed the TV gone. It made you panic seeing that your only comfort was now gone.

“ John! Were’s the TV?” You panicked trying to find him.

“ Oh, don’t worry the TV had decided to start glitching out so I got rid of it. Plus you’ve been watching too much TV either way dear.” He said with a kiss to your cheek.

“ Oh no…it was working fine last night. Do you think you could get us another one. Johnny?” You told him trying to butter him up for a possible new TV as you rubbed circles onto his chest.

“ Well, I was planning on getting a new one either way.” He blushed as you clinged onto him.

As you tried to butter him up you hadn’t noticed the envious eye’s glaring at the man. You then kissed his cheek hugging him out of glee for a new TV.

You waved him goodbye as you bounced with glee knowing that you’ll finally get a new TV. Sure your old one was glitchy and you have been asking him countless times for a new one. And it finally happened! Things have been going so well lately you hope it never ends.

As you were about to fix yourself something to eat a sudden familiar voice. It was a bit muffled but out of curiosity you had decided to go and check it out. It sounded as if it was in your basement. Wow the most basic white move in any horror movie. As you went down the stairs you had soon seen the TV John said was broken and glitching out. But it was still plugged up down here. And Wally was displaying onto it with no glitching.

“ Hello Neighbor how are you?” He asked with a tilt to his head.

You chuckled rolling your eyes as you replied just for some fun since you were alone.

“ I’m doing great how about you?” You giggled.

As time went on Wally seemed to feel as if he was more alive by the moment. As you chatted with the puppet while he mysteriously answered on point. You had begun to wonder where the other characters were. Usually Julie and Frank were to show up by now. As you asked he all the sudden seemed a bit off.

“ Oh, don’t worry about them. Just focus on me for now ok? I have a surprise for you!” He said.

Ok this was weird now. He is actually responding to you not just some scripted shit no he was having a full on conversation with you. How did you not notice this. Everytime you saw him on screen you would just blank out. It was weird how much little awareness you would have.

“ Aren’t you excited?” He asked as you nodded not saying anything.

“…WALLY! I told you to wait!”John screened startling you.

“ Awww, Jealous? I’m sorry they were just so adorable this morning I couldn’t help myself neighbor.” He sighed looking down onto you through the TV.

“ What…what did you two do?” You voice shook.

They had then explained the occurrence of their first meeting. John had decided to see what you liked about Wally’s show so much. And as he was about to get rid of the TV everything went down hill from there. But they both eventually came to an agreement. It would be so much better if they just shared you. For instance while John wasn’t there you would be able to be accompanied by Wally. And when he was there they could both just have you to themselves. A wonderful idea right?

“ Aww, don’t be scared! It’ll be fun I swear my dear.” John said holding you close to place a kiss on your cheek.

“ But how would-” he then pressed a finger to you shushing you “ We’ll figure it would dear right now all that matters is you.” He sighed.

“ You always smell so goood! God Dear you’re just so perfect aren’t you?” He praised as you shook.

“ Oh don’t brag John!” Wally pouted crossing his arms.

“ Now who’s the jealous one? I mean just look at them so perfect, so just so beautiful, and so cute~. Sometimes I wonder if I could just eat you up. God you’d be such a sweet delectable treat dear.” He mewled almost drooling as he tilted your head up.

“ Oh stop it! You’re teasing the poor thing they can bearly speak.” Wally said.

Oh geez what is happening?!

Hello and hope you all enjoyed! Writers block is trying to get the best of me I swear but I had so much fun writing this. Hope you’re all having a good day/night or that it gets better!

Tysm for the request hope it was was up to your liking!

Sincerely- Cup1dT3a 💌

#wally darling #gender neutral reader #yandere wally darling #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home

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callmeblake · 11 months

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L. S. Dunes in 2022 (X)

Photo Credit: Zachary Spangler

#ls dunes #frank iero #tucker rule #anthony green #2022 #zachary spangler #red scarf frank #round sunglasses #neck bandana #shorts #group shot

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the-nosy-neighbor · 2 months

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Double Button

Someone posted something like this the other day, their small detail that drives them crazy. Kid you not, this pic is on my desktop My small detail that drives me crazy is this:

This is a button on top of a button. Someone glued a button onto a button in such a way that it appears to be unusable as a button. It’s a yellow button with a white button glued on the top. The uber button is found on the table in the staff only room, a small detail that just bothers me to no end.

Why double button? Is there some reference to a button that I am missing? It’s Frank’s color, but Frank’s buttons are red. Julie’s main outfit doesn’t have buttons, Sally has a flower button and cloud button (though I want to say that earlier versions had the moon button). I don’t see a button on Barnaby. Eddie doesn’t have a button.

Wally…has yellow buttons on his cardigan, both in drawings and in the ad (puppet Wally). Puppet Wally from the exhibition is wearing a sweater with red buttons. (and finishing up, Poppy is naked except for the scarf, and Howdy has no visible buttons)

If it is Wally’s button, it could have come with his stuff. But there aren't any double buttons. The apple there seems like a hint toward Wally being around in some sense, though the descriptions so far have just had him calling on the phone.

It is situated by the pens in a box with a do not touch sign on it, next to gloves with a note that says everyone is to use gloves, as well as a roller that appears to be covered in the black stuff that can be seen on the walls. There appears to be a bloody fingerprint on the table in front of the button. I would assume it was black inky stuff, but it definitely looks red.

(ignore the circle in the image below.)

Does any of this help? No. But it is interesting.

This also brings to mind the painted apples from the secret video. It’s a bit too perfectly apple, but it could stand for all kinds of things. Knowledge/Eden, Wally, painted apples/Alice in Wonderland’s roses). It could just be an apple.

Edit: too many typos because I am not a morning guy.

#welcome home #welcome home theories #wally darling #welcome home arg #welcome home project

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welcomehomeincorrectquotes · 8 months

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Headcanon/Fanfic:

Back in the early days of Welcome Home, there was a large red bird named Petey. Despite his intimidating size, Petey was gentle, kind, and frightened of pretty much everything.

Everyone loved the big red bird named Petey and he loved them back, but something felt off.

Petey was sad all the time and didn't know how to explain why to his wonderful, concerned neighbours. He felt unhappy, trapped, not like himself.

Whenever the crew of Welcome Home worked with the bird puppet, they felt uneasy; just saying the name "Petey" when referring to the character was enough to make them feel sick.

One day, a designer had the irresistible urge to alter the big red puppet. They started with adding some makeup, a lovely golden blush with matching eyeshadow that helped the dark red to pop out!

Somehow, the entire crew felt a slight sense of relief without knowing why.

When Petey's neighbours stumbled upon him with his make on for the first time, he was showered with wonderful compliments. The big red bird started to wear his makeup every day, even going on Spa Days with Frank and Julie.

Another day, the urge hit the designer again. Next, the dull blue feathers atop the red bird's head were slowly replaced with a magnificent crest of vibrant blues, greens, and yellows with matching hackles.

The crew felt a wave of euphoria flow through the studio.

It was Julie's idea to try out a new feather-do. Wally was there to help him pick out a colour palette and teach him the tricks to having a good hair day. Trying new things was scary, but the happiness he saw in his own reflection was worth it.

These slight alterations kept on going over the next coming months; longer eyelashes, softer plumage, a colourful scarf with lace, a softer voice...

It all came to a head one day when the crew realised that they barely recognised "Petey Partridge" anymore. She needed a new name.

Petey struggled with what to call herself now, but it came to her on her birthday when Barnaby gifted her a bouquet of beautiful red poppy flowers.

#typed most of this on my phone during a bubble bath like a crazy person #haven't written a fanfic since I was 10-11 #welcome home headcanons #headcanon #theory #welcome home theory #Poppy Partridge #Julie Joyful #Frank Frankly #Wally Darling #Barnaby B Beagle #welcome home puppet show #fluff

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robinismywife · 2 years

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[ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 ]

PAIRING: Elvis Presley x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Y/n Presley does an episode of Life in Looks for Vogue, and remembers her life with her husband Elvis.

WARNINGS: none i think??? If I missed any plz inform me!

A/N: Hey babes! I felt kinda sad writing this :(( Anyways you can either imagine Austin's version of Elvis or the real one, it's up to you!

WORD COUNT: 1k

(the gif is not mine!) (not proofread!)

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'Y/n Presley Life in Looks'

"Hi Vogue, I'm Y/n Presley and this is my life in looks" Y/n spoke to the camera enthusiastically.

With the release of the new film about her husband, Y/n was constantly in the spotilight, doing different interviews and the like. So, when Vogue asked her to be in one of their episodes of 'Life in Looks' she immidiately said yes, excited to relive her life through old pictures.

She opened the big black book in front of her. The first picture was from 1960. The Y/n in the picture was much younger and wearing a lovely emerald green dress.

"Oh wow, okay," Y/n chuckled dryly, realizing how much older she was. In the picture her hair was vibrant and shiny, styled in a perfect 60's hairdo. Now, in her early 70's, her hair was white all over, since she had given up on dying it, but still beautifully curled.

"Well, this was on my 20th birthday. I had this big party in my house and I'd invited everyone I'd ever spoken to really-" The camera man and the rest of the crew laughed at that "My father worked at RCA at the time, so we definetly had the money for this luxurious party, but the most exciting part was that I had invited Elvis- I had met him a couple of days prior in the recording studio after he came back from Germany and I was absolutely smitten-"

"Did he show up?" A woman spoke expectantly behind the camera

"Yes, he actually did" Y/n smiled down at the picture "It was the first time we ever spent quality time together- My invitation started it all really"

Y/n flipped the page, raising her eyebrows in surprise at the picture before her. It was her and Elvis standing on a red carpet, blinded by the lights. Elvis had his arm wrapped around her waist as they posed. "Oh goodness, this was probably the best day ever for 20-year-old me"

"Why is that?"

"Well, this was the time me and Elvis debuted as a couple at the G.I. blues premiere. It was very exciting but also frightening because suddenly my face was everywhere- I mean, the public knew my father since he worked for such a big record label, so people knew my family, but this was different. Anyways, me and Elvis always planned our outfits very carefully and tried to wear matching clothes- See here, we're both wearing black because it was our favourite color"

She flipped the page once again to reveal another picture. This one made her frown sadly but also smile at the happiness on her's and Elvis's faces.

"This was our wedding day," Y/n swallowed, soaking up the picture as all the memories from that day resurfaced "Now, this wedding dress has a whole story behind it- um- I had to go undercover to get it, actually"

"Undercover?" The woman asked, curiosity evident in her voice

"Yes, we had kept the wedding a secret from the public, since we wanted the wedding to be with just our friends and family without paparazzi. So I had to get a dress without people recognizing me. That's why, me and Larry Geller, Elvis's hair stylist, went shopping together for the dress. I wore these huge sunglasses and a head scarf and tried on the wedding dresses without taking them off- It was lots of fun, I kept calling Larry sweetie and honey so the people around us thought we were a couple"

Next picture, "Well, this was me and Elvis next to Frank Sinatra's plane- We were travelling to Hawaii for our honeymoon, but even though it was just the two of us on that plane, we were all dressed up- It was something me and Elvis loved to do, putting on very dressy clothes just to do normal, day to day things. But, I think that's what made us so distinctive really"

Y/n was now looking at a picture of her, Elvis, and their daughter in her arms "Oh, this was after I gave birth to Lisa Marie- I think we were both still in shock by the fact that we had a child- We always wanted a family together so when it finally happened it felt like a blessing, truly- It was a blissful time for us"

"Ahh, this was after Elvis made his Las Vegas debut at the international hotel in 1969- Me and him are backstage immidiately after the show and there was an amazing photographer taking all these pictures. It had to be one of the most amazing days with him, because he was so happy and proud of himself- After that show, I remember he told me, he said: Y/n I feel alive again, and I agreed for sure- Yeah those were the days- We were the happiest then, you know, he was finally doing what he loved most and I was very much content watching him"

"You were working as well at the time, right?"

"Yeah, I worked for RCA after my father's passing- Actually, something most people don't know about me is that I helped produce most of Elvis's records from '69 onwards"

"That's incredible"

"Thank you, but really it never felt like work, because the people in the studio, the Memphis Mafia as they called it, and Elvis himself were people I loved dearly, so it was always a whole lot of fun working in that studio- I miss those days, Elvis was a great man, one of a kind"

Y/n blinked quickly not wanting to cry in the middle of a Vogue video. However, she felt slightly overwhelmed now looking back at her life. She had done many many things. She had lived her life fully. Y/n had laughed, cried, loved. But she had also been loved by Elvis, and that love she cherished and kept safe in her heart. Sometimes looking back at old pictures made her feel like she was a different person, like she had never lived that luxurious life. Even so, when she met Elvis's eyes in those pictures she felt 20 again, careless and head over heels in love.

#baz luhrmann elvis #austin butler #elvis 2022 #elvis film #elvis movie #elvis presley #baz lurhman #elvis the king #elvis x reader #elvis imagine #elvis the pelvis #elvis music #elvisaaronpresley #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley x reader #elvis and priscilla #priscilla presley #elvis presley imagine #vogue magazine

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runaway-dreamers · 11 months

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

The Everday Life of Wally Darling

Word count: 2,429

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

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

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

"You holding up alright, Frank?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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