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Didn't realize people still go to my account, sorry!
I'm back muahaha (devious)
If you'd like to request more, please do! I do all fandoms including fnaf, welcome home, deltarune, etc!
I'm going to finish some old requests in my inbox now. Sorry if you waited years for it. Love y'all! 💋
WHY AM I STILL GETTING LIKES ON THE HOME X READER
IM CRYING
IVE ALREADY BEEN BANISHED
LET MY SOUL REST (I'll return for more fics soon :•])
you always seem to write wally so sweet!! I love it! It's a nice shift from all the fics that seem to portray him as some evil guy who wants to hurt you
Yes! I don't personally believe Wally is the type to want to harm anyone. If he ever is creepy, I like to think it's unintentional haha
To me, he's just a silly, little guy looking to be friends with anyone
Boundaries update: Nsfw requests are activated now. Go wild with requests.
(Not too wild)
WHY ARE SO MANY OF YOU ASKING FOR HOME X READER
I DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYMORE
I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE
home x reader (/j)
Beginning notes: Sigh. I absolutely hate that I am going to actually write a fully fledged oneshot for this and risk my sanity here as your punishment for this horrendous crime against Home.
My mind is just so completely shocked by your sentence, that my creative process was actually rendered null and void for a whole minute. Thank you, truly, for this tremendously traumatising request. If I had a brain, it would have shut down by now.
Personally, I don't know Home to be a romantic type... um.. house, so I will just write down what I think and have observed to be accurate. Wally will most definitely ban me from visiting him after this :'°]
But hey, it's all worth it to punish you for making me envision this travesty at all, so without further ado:
Home x Reader
(Homantic)
Warnings: Home x Reader
You yawned, sitting up in your bed and slapping yourself in the face for some much needed waking up. You were a little nervous, because today was the day.
You had been building up courage as much as you could for the past couple of days, and after much encouragement from your fellow neighbours and talking to yourself in the mirror, you finally did it! You asked out the blue-headed fool!
But much to my dismay, your crush was not the suave and endearing neighbour with the most dashing and entrancing eyes. No. You had a crush on Home. Ever since you laid sight on his beautiful roofed tiling and paned glass eyes, you couldn't help but think about him everyday. You don't know what was so captivating about him when you first saw him. Maybe you were an architect? An admirer for the bizarre? Who knows?? Maybe you were just a freak! But who am I to judge? I am just a muppet.
You communicated to Home just as any other neighbour would, and while it was hard understanding him at first, you both grew very close and got over the language barrier. Wally would still give you lessons in what he called "Homelish" from time to time, as a way of helping you communicate. You were still in the process of learning a lot though.
Even with your struggle however, you could still tell how excited he was to hear your proclomation of love for him. His chimney sent out plumes of smoke that were visible from miles away, and his creaking and knocking were centered everywhere around your feet. He was like an excited puppy getting a birthday bone.
These thoughts revisited your brain, only making you feel much more nervous than you already were. You shouldn't have been, admittedly. Home was actually really sweet. He never liked judging anybody and was always willing to overlook someone for any of their flaws... Like, having a crush on a house for example, but you just couldn't rationalize your fears away. What if you messed up? Or worse, what if he doesn't actually like you and was just trying to be nice?
You sighed, heading over to your closet with a now frazzled mind. You chose your best outfit, putting it on and checking yourself out in the mirror. If he didn't like you then, he would have to like you now. You looked dashing!
You smiled and adjusted youself before heading out of your house. It was bright and beautiful as usual. Butterflies and ladybugs scoured the fields around you, in search for refuge from the bright sun. Wally and gang were probably out having their picnic by now. Wally made sure to fill up the schedule in his day with fun activities so you could have as much alone time as you wanted with Home while on your date. It was very sweet of him.
You walked over to some flowers you planted nearby and plucked them from the soil. Julie, of course, helped you grow them. She was very ecstatic when she found out you finally asked Home on a date. She had to stop herself from planning your whole date from you, instead settling for giving you ideas on what you should gift the house.
You thought flowers would be beautiful, because honestly, you didn't know what else Home may have wanted. He always seemed content with everything and usually denied requesting anyone anything. He was pretty low maintenence in terms of gifts.
You assumed his love language was actually communication. The day Wally started teaching you Homelish, you could sense how much happier Home acted around you. You thought maybe this was because you were actively taking time out of your days to learn just so you could please him more.
You didn't know this, but Home was lovestruck to find out Wally was teaching you how to communicate better. He thanked Wally profusely each day for his kind effort and would constantly ask how you were doing in class. He just couldn't stop thinking of your consideration.
You didn't live too far from Wally, so you got there pretty quick. Home noticed your figure and waved you a greeting with his door. You smiled and hugged his walls.
"Hi, Home! Sorry if I took a little long. I wanted to look my best!" You exclaimed, showing off your outfit. He creaked in response, twisting his doorknob to make you notice his neatly tied bowtie. "Yeah! It looks dapper, I love it!"
Home tapped delightfully, noticing the flowers in your hand. "Oh! Yeah! I brought these for you! I wasn't sure what colour you might have liked, so I got one of every kind," you responded hesitantly. Home let out a few squeaks.
"I'm glad you like them!"
Home's window tapped, leading you to an empty flower bed. You smiled and nodded, moving some of the soil out of the way to plant the flowers. Once finished, you sat on the doorstep, asking Home about his day and various other questions about anything fun he did.
You learnt that he was actually preparing himself all morning, with the help of Wally and Sally. They gave him some new fresh coats of paint along with some little heart designs that seemed to wrap around his exterior walls. He actually seemed just as nervous as you were.
The two of you talked for the rest of the day until the sun began to set. Home was glad to have agreed to the date. He liked you for a long time, admiring you for your selfless acts of kindness and sweet demeanor. Even if you were mad, you still managed to keep a smile on your face. He watched you all the time, wanting to grow closer to you for the fact that you seemed different in a way he didn't understand.
You stuck out of place, but not for the reasons he thought. You looked like you belonged here, but everyone else just... didn't? It was a strange observation he'd made over the few months you had been here, but he did not try and question it. He just wanted to be happy that you were here at all.
As the sun bore into the horizon, you turned to home. "It's getting late. I'm going to head home now, but.." You hugged his walls and gave him a kiss. "This was fun. Let's talk again tomorrow?"
Home let out a delighted squeak. With that, you were off. You opened the door to your house, entering with a warm feeling in your heart. It was a good day. A great day. Fantastic.
Though...
A little strange.
The duration of your date went by quicker than you thought, almost like time just decided to skip forward, and... maybe you were just seeing things, but in the corner of your eye, you swear you saw someone watching you.
Someone was angry.
Angry for a reason I still don't understand. Jealousy? Maybe he just wanted to be in the story more.
Whatever reason it was, it didn't interfere with your request. He shouldn't have been able to watch you. He was supposed to be with his friends. He shouldn't have been able to move freely as the story continued.
But he still did.
End.
Ending notes: I would have written more, honestly, but I spent hours pacing around my room asking myself why I was doing this and what kind of date a house would even like?? I decided to just end it as quick as possible so I could get to some other great requests. Turns out even the most creative minds like mine have their limits!
Another note though, if you genuinely do have a crush on Home, I apologize haha. This is just a little joke fic, you can like who you want, and I'm sure he'd be more than happy to know someone likes him like that!
With that said, I will begin the other requests now. Thank you all for supporting me so far! :°]
I love you <3
Apologies for not posting yesterday!
I am working on a oneshot that is-- well--
vile. Very very vile.
You will understand what I mean when I put it out today.
Okay hear me out on this, Wally with a romantic partner who is colour blind. Like they could see colour when they were younger so they know what colours are but once they grew older everything faded into greys, whites, and blacks. Bonus points if the only colours they see are on Wally and they (the reader) say something cheesy like 'you bring colour into my life'
Beginning Notes: Oooh!! This one is very interesting! As an artist who can see so many colours and shades, I could never imagine what would happen to me if all of it just suddenly dissipated! :°[ I think this will be particularly fun to try out though! It's a great scenario, and I'll do my best to deliver. Thank you for the great request, dear neighbour!
Warnings: Nothin' really! Just good vibes around :°]
Wally x Colourblind!Reader
(Romantic)
Your eyes focused on the bouquet in front of you, intensely glaring at each of the individual petals with the sharpest glare you've ever given anything in your life.
You were trying really hard, but your attempts all ending up fruitless. The dull boquet was suddenly pulled out of view by a familiarly bright and colourful hand. You turned to face the figure with a questioning gaze.
"If I had known you didn't like roses, I would have gotten you a different gift ha ha! " Wally bantered, patting the velvety petals with his felty hand.
"No, I love them! I was just doing the thing again," you replied, frantically trying to save his feelings. Though Wally wasn't hurt. He knew exactly what you were doing, even before you explained yourself, and it was somewhat amusing.
Anyone else entering Home for the first time would probably be shocked by the enormous array of colours everywhere. The vast amount of hues would certainly be blinding to anyone who just arrived, but when you first arrived, it looked like nothing special to you. Everything was just the same. Black and grey with hints of white.
You didn't even notice you were in a whole different universe until you felt the soft and cushiony terrain. You did initially think it was strange how some of the shapes seemed to be somewhat exaggerated, such as flowers looking rounder and hills looking cleaner than they were supposed to.
The first creature of sorts you met while wandering around was a dog named Barnaby, and you did freak out a bit at first, but you got over it relatively quickly when he offered to find you help. He took you around "Home" and introduced you to everyone, but when you got to the last resident, you couldn't stop yourself from jumping in surprise. You stared at him intently.
You were in such awe.
The resident in question being Wally, of course. He only stared back at you, not saying a word. You stood there for about a minute before he said his first words to you:
"You blinked! I win!"
You were confused at first but then realized he must have thought you were having a staring contest. That was honestly not a bad guess at what you'd really been doing.
Throughout the whole day, Wally couldn't help but notice the peeks and glances you stole his way. He knew he was handsome, but he didn't think it would be that distracting. Though, now that he thought about it, he did have a tendency to stare at himself in the mirror for hours at a time, so maybe it wasn't such a farfetched reaction.
Still, he felt the need to ask you about it just to be sure. You were embarrassed at first, but you felt like he deserved to know considering how rude it must have looked from an outsider's perspective.
You explained your whole colourblind situation, telling him that when you were a kid you could distinctly remember seeing every shade of the rainbow, but as the years passed, it all started fading away. At first, you'd been devastated to hear that you'd never be able to see colour again, but you learned to cope with this loss.
It still hurt you to think of it sometimes, sure, but you dealt with it by just imagining the missing colours in place of the dull, dark shades you saw.
"What do you imagine when you stare at me?" He asked you, curiously. Wally only knew one other person with colourblindness, which happened to be Barnaby, but even Barnaby could see some semblance of colours. He was intrigued by your situation and even felt bad for you. You seemed so sad when you were explaining your condition to him.
"That's the thing," you began, grabbing his hand, tracing your fingers over his palm carefully. You were simply baffled by this unique circumstance. "I can see your colours for some reason."
Wally was surprised, not sure what to say at that moment. He felt a bit special, thinking about your words over and over. While the both of you did not understand the reason you could see only his colours, neither of you wanted to question it. You cherished it dearly.
From thereon out, you two became very close. Wally didn't mind you staring at him every few minutes. He encouraged it, really. You would both often test out little experiments you had in mind such as putting red paint on him to see if it would show up, though, it did not... But even with this experiment dismissed, you still liked to put on some red lipstick and smooch Wally's cheek, usually saying how you wanted to just 'make sure' your results didn't change.
He knew you were lying, you were terrible at it, but he didn't mind.
He would frequently catch you staring intensely at certain things such as flowers or crayons. Wally learned that this was like a little guessing game to you. After you guessed the colour, you would usually ask Wally if you were correct, to which he would either confirm or deny your guess. Though, he did lie sometimes and say you were right. He just couldn't stand to see your disappointed face when you found out you were wrong.
Plus, everytime you did a good job, he was allowed to place gold stars on your forehead! Win-win!
Wally was sure you were guessing what colours the roses were this time and handed them out to you. "So what colour do you think they are?" He asked, sitting himself down next to you.
You let out a laugh and rested your head on his shoulder, setting the bouquet aside. "I don't need to know."
Wally looked over to you, tilting his head quizically. He's never had this response before, so naturally he was just a little confused with you. You loved this game! Maybe you were bored of it now??
You turned to face him and stared into his eyes. "You're the only set of colours I love to see." You gave him a peck on the mouth. Wally's expression was now that of surprise. "Hey, you're red now!"
He laughed at your comment and cupped your face. "I just can't get enough of you, dear." You leaned into his touch and smiled joyfully. Wally reciprocated your kiss and gave you a warm embrace. He leaned back to look at you and couldn't help but giggle at your reaction.
"Hey, you're red now, too!"
End.
End notes: Oh dear, I feel like this is way too short! :°[ I'm going to probably expand on this idea more later on! I really love your scenario and feel like I've misplaced some really great potential! Now... I usually follow intuition and reread my stories to see if there's anything else I can expand on, but I just can't quite put my fluffy finger on it! I promise I will find out what the problem is and get back to you again! With a longer story this time!
Apologies, dear neighbour!
I hope this shorter-than-usual story will suffice for the moment!
i couldnt help but notice how cute your muppetsona is ^^
oH! Thank you, neighbour! I didn't expect you to find me cute! Thank you though! This makes me feel happy!
I guess I was so caught up in writing about everyone else that I didn't expect someone to think of me like that haha! ‹:°]
I will continue with my writing now! This is a nice boost to my mood! :°]]
YO I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE YOUR WRITING :D
Thank you, neighbour! I'm so glad to hear you enjoy my writing!
I am truly overjoyed!!
Feel free to put in a request if you have any ideas you'd love to see come to fruition!
I love you! :°]
hello, I have a request of Wally Darling x singer y/n
at first, Wally and the others did not know the reader could sing. One day they all decided to have a group picnic and Wally was the one who would get you. Wally knocked at y/n home and Y/n didn't answer he noticed the window open and he heard Y/n singing. (Love like you by steven universe)
then and there Wally fell in love he could not bring himself to stop the reader from singing.
you can pick what happens next :)
Beginning notes: I love this! I'll do my best! Thank you for the request! Another quick mention is that the reader might be referred to as "neighbour". I don't mind using Y/n at all, but people give it so much bad rep :[
Some warnings: Nothing triggering, just reader being mildly embarrased haha
Wally Darling x Singer!Reader
(Platonic or Romantic)
(a bit more on the romantic side haha)
"...Turns out, I was holding the letter all along!! Now isn't that just hilarious??" Eddie boasted out, laughing while waving his arm around rapidly. Barnaby fell to the floor, rolling around and snickering in response. It was as if he'd just heard the funniest thing in Home, which, honestly, could have been probable.
Wally giggled after hearing the passing conversation, placing the picnic blanket down on the grass with ease.
The sky was perfect, and the weather calm. This meant only one thing: it was finally time for the monthly picnic party! Everyone was invited, which meant you were too! It was going to be your first time at this event, and everybody was very excited to have you join them as their special guest! Everyone came extra prepared, bringing gifts and items they thought would help with getting you acquainted with their tradition.
Sally weighted the blanket down with what looked to be a large sewing machine and a bag full of various fabrics and sewing materials. Wally turned his attention to her and tilted his head.
"What are all these for?" Wally asked, a little surprised she was able to carry all these items on her own.
"Why, I wanted to show our new friend how to make hand puppets! They've been asking me all week, and I thought this would be the best opportunity to teach them!" She beamed, organizing some of her tools on the blanket.
"Yeah, and I brought my makeup so we could do a little fashion show with them!" Julie interjected, placing a few of her bags, presumably filled with makeup, on the blanket next to Sally's items. "I made sure to bring everything I had just in case they wanted a certain look!"
"Oh! I brought along some arts and crafts if that helps at all!" Eddie chimed in, holding out a delivery bag filled to the brim with tons of crafting materials. He placed himself on the blanket next to the growing pile of goods. It was starting to form a little mountain by now.
"Whoa now, buddy! Make sure to leave some extra for the butterfly nets!" Frank blurted out. He held nothing, but Wally assumed they would use some of Eddie's resources to make the nets.
"Do we have to participate in this event before or after lunch?" Barnaby joined, with Poppy following suit. He placed down a picnic basket full of the most delicious smelling food. Oh! He seemed to have placed it on Eddie's head! It's perfectly balanced!
Frank shot him a glare and sighed. "We'll do it after lunch just so you won't complain the whole time."
"What can I say? Small dogs like me need lotsa energy to run!" He jested, laughing to himself with a wide grin.
"You better not eat it all this time, Barb! Poppy and I spent a lot of time gathering the most perfect ingredients for this specific batch of food!" Howdy blurted out, tapping his foot at the fluffy 'little' pup.
"Don't worry, Howdy! I wouldn't dream of ruining our new neighbour's first picnic! Besides, a tiny guy like me can't finish all this by myself," he replied, giving him a pat on the head for reassurance.
"Speaking of our new neighbour, where are they?" Poppy asked, turning to Wally with a motherly smile.
"Yeah! We can't possibly start without them!" Julie added on, turning to face Wally with an excited grin.
"I told them I'd come and pick them up as soon as we were done setting up!" Wally replied, clasping his felty hands together with the happiest expression he could give. "Would you all be so kind as to help me finish up while I go get our neighbour? I'm just too excited to wait."
"Of course! We'll have everything prepared in a jiffy!" Sally exclaimed, jumpstarting the task and immediately organizing the items on the blanket. Julie joined in, working at the same pace as her.
"Thank you so much! I'll see you all soon. I love you!" Wally waved to them, setting off to your home with an overjoyed feeling in his body. He felt so lucky to have friends like them.
Your home wasn't too far from the picnic site, only a few minutes away, so Wally got there pretty early. He told you earlier that he would probably finish up by noon. By now, according to the town clock, it was about 11:30pm. Though a few minutes definitely passed after Wally's struggle to remember how to read the clock in the first place.
Wally stood in front of the door to your home, ready to knock before hearing a quiet melody. Curiously, he turned his head to the source of the noise, which appeared to be coming from a nearby open window.
He hummed and looked away. Wouldn't it be rude to take a look inside? This place was your privacy, so maybe it was best to ignore it.
Another melodic tune began to ring out quietly, followed by the deafening tone of piano keys being smashed rather aggressively. "Oh dear..." Wally refused to look through your window. That would be unneighbourly!
Then he heard groaning and began to grow worried. Maybe just a peek. For your safety. Definitely.
He followed intuition and looked through the window, his eyes searching rapidly for the source of all the noise. His gaze happened upon you. You were sitting at the piano, holding what looked to be a journal and a pencil.
You were grumbling to yourself and writing angrily in the book, but other than that, you seemed to be doing relatively well. Perhaps you were just experimenting with new sounds. Wally's suspicions began to die down, and he would have left it at that, but before he could turn away, you did something completely unexpected.
Once you cleared your throat and placed your journal down, you began to press numerous keys, getting acquainted with the feeling before you began to play what sounded like an actual song.
Your fingers gingerly glided across the piano, leaving Wally entranced and more breathless than he already was. If he had a pulse, he was sure it would be beating critically by now.
He blinked, dumbfounded. Not about the fact that you were talented, but of the fact that you had kept this a secret for so long. He couldn't fathom why someone would hide such a gift.
Then another surprise emerged. Not from your movements, but from your voice. You began to sing! He nearly tripped himself inside your home, not realizing how far he was leaning into your window. He held onto the frame, his mouth agape from the sheer astonishment you managed to succumb him to.
He could only make out a few words from so far away. "If I could begin to be...... I could do about anything...... Could even learn how to love like you...." You continued on with the song, putting all the focus you could on playing the right keys. It was hard to concentrate when you sang and played at the same time, which was why you were practicing in the first place.
You didn't want to necessarily practice for anybody but yourself. You never planned on anyone hearing your singing, mainly because of how embarrassing and distracting it felt. It would most definitely make you mess up, which would only be more humiliating for you in the end.
You weren't a professional, and honestly, you were okay with that. As long as you could finish the song at all, you would be just fine. The accomplishing feeling was worth much more than the sound of cheers. You steadied your breathing and began to focus on your singing a little.
Meanwhile, Wally was lost in thought, watching you with a dreamy gaze. He absolutely adored you. He was so proud knowing he had a friend who could do so many beautiful things. He so badly wanted to learn this song so he could sing with you. He wanted to praise you right there and then, but he knew it was probably not the best idea.
He leaned on the window frame, crossing his arms and watching you intently. He was baffled, feeling himself just melt into the mixture of sounds you were creating right before his eyes. He sighed and closed his eyes, falling into the deepest state of peace he's ever had in Home.
He loved the concocting mix of your voice and the piano. The sounds succesfully meshed to create a hum that reverberated off the walls and vibrated the glasses around you, which, in turn, created what sounded like an extra voice. Angelic!
Then you did something else totally unexpected!
There was the tiniest note out of place, which was proceeded by the loudest smash of keys Wally's ever heard. Mortified, he opened his eyes and looked up at your figure.
You were frustrated with yourself. You were doing great, but you just had to take your attention away from the piano, didn't you? You groaned and rubbed your forehead. You'd been practicing for a while now, so maybe now would be the best time for a break.
You turned your body and got up from your seat. Water sounded good right about now.
Wally didn't have enough time to react before you laid your eyes upon the window. Panicked, he flopped down on the ground, feeling himself heat up. He wasn't sure if he had the capability to blush, but if he did, he was definitely doing it now.
At first you were shocked by the sight of Wally, but even moreso when he launched himself back from the window???? You hurridly rushed towards the opening and looked down at the ground. There he was.
"Wally?? What are you doing here??" You asked, observing as his felty face began to grow a few shades darker. He chuckled nervously and sat up quickly.
"Well.. Erm..."
"Wait there! Let me help you," you interrupted, making your way outside as hastily as you could. You grabbed his hand and led him in your home, helping him dust off some of the grass that seemed to have stuck to him when he threw himself back.
You invited him to sit at your dining room table, grabbing two glasses of water and placing one in front of him as an offering. He seemed to just stare at it quizically. Oh wait, did he drink water? Now that you thought about it, you don't think you've ever seen him consume anything.
But as you snapped yourself away from your thoughts, you found the water to be gone. Oh. The cup was too. Did he eat it? Maybe it was a puppet thing???
"I'm so sorry for my actions, neighbour," Wally started, staring up at you with dejected eyes. "I was going to knock on your door so I could escort you to the picnic, but I guess I got a little curious. I shouldn't have looked through your window. That was very uncouth of me." He hung his head low, expecting you reprimand him for his actions or get angry, but much to his surprise, you just laughed.
"Oh, Wally. You don't have to apologize. I would have gotten a little interested, too, if I heard all that noise I was making," you stated, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Besides, I wouldn't have minded having you listen to me. I can always depend on you to be kind and unjudgemental." You took a sip of your water, reassuring him with a smile. "I should be the one apologizing to you, in all honesty. All that key smashing was probably very... erm... unsurprising, to say the least." You gave out another laugh, Wally doing the same.
"Well, I must say, I just love your singing. It was gracious," he admitted, making you feel gaucherie-like. It wasn't unlike him to compliment you, even for the smallest of things, but you always knew he was genuine. It was refreshing to hear that he liked something so personal about you. "I could listen to you all day, really." His eyes had a glaze to them that you couldn't understand the meaning of, but it made your heart pump.
"Thank you, Wally. That means a lot to me," you replied, grinning proudly. He nodded and got up from his seat.
"Well, we should probably be heading to the picnic now. I wouldn't want everyone else to worry haha!" He pushed his chair in and offered his hand out to you, which you did take, but you had to admit you were a little bashful while doing so.
You both headed out, only stopping once for Wally to ask if he could hear you play sometime.
"Of course!" You responded cheerfully, feeling bubbly from his excited expression afterwards.
"Then it's a date!"
End
End notes: Haha, in the end I guess it was more on the romatic side. I might write a oneshot for the 'date' and the picnic as well if anyone wants that. I had fun writing the transitions between the characters, and in my personal opinion, this oneshot was a little funky, but hey, that's fine! I liked writing it! Thanks for your request! I appreciate your amazing idea!Sorry if it's not what you completely had in mind!
Another note: this is what I imagine he looked like when listening to you sing. I'm not the best artist, but I do try >:]
Just thought of a small headcanon while writing a request, imagine if Wally has one of those little plush hearts inside him like they do for build a bear.
Maybe even a scent packet? I could imagine he smells like a swiss roll or something haha
Wouldn't that be absolutely adorable?? @:)
I plan on making a wally plush with these exact things in mind. My biggest goal is to write a little note with sweet things in it, put it in a tiny knitted heart, and comfortably secure it inside his chest.
That way I can truly say he was made out of everything nice!
Wally x Frustrated!Artist Reader
(Platonic or Romantic)
Summary:
Reader has had a frustrating day with people saying mean things about their art. Wally proceeds to comfort them. Context: Reader may enter and exit Welcome Home, the show, at their own free will. There will be another oneshot to explain this for the future. Trigger Warnings?: Some angst(??), unsolicited criticism, sad reader :(
You just about had it. You didn't know whether you wanted to cry or yell, but it was tempting to do either. You held your sketchbook tight to your body, walking away from the scene to avoid any possible outburst you would have had if you'd stayed any longer.
You remembered how it all started. You had just finished a drawing you made, colouring, shading, and all. It was beautiful to stare at. You couldn't even believe you made it. Of course there might have been a few mistakes here and there, but it was still so gorgeous to you.
You were at the library with some buddies, so it was expected one of them would have taken notice of your attention's sudden ensnarement caused by the paper in front of you. They looked over and poked your shoulder.
You focused your attention back to them and gave a quiet hum, tilting your head in the process.
"What're you doing?" They asked, peering over at the paper.
"Oh! I just finished a drawing! I guess I just couldn't keep my eyes off it, huh?" You responded, placing your hand on your neck and rubbing it with some embarrassment. They gave a light chuckle and stared back at the drawing, before looking to you and smiling.
"It looks great!"
You perked up and felt your heart flutter. "Really?" You were sincerely glad to hear this, knowing how much you've been struggling to gain confidence in your art. They nodded and continued staring. "I was thinking of posting it online! I really like the way I did the lineart and colours on this! It's the first time I felt this proud of anything I've made, really!"
"Yeah, totally! I mean, I don't think a lot of people will really give it a like, but it's still really good!"
Your smile faltered if only for a second. "Uh, yeah?" Now what the hell did that mean?
"I mean, it's good. It's just that I don't think the algorithm will make it as popular as you think."
You felt your cheeks flush, a deep pit forming in your stomach. You felt as if you made a big mistake. "Um... Yeah. I guess."
They noticed your newly formed grimace and hummed. "Again, it's not bad. I don't get why you look so devastated."
You felt taken aback by their comment and scoffed. "Well, I know what you mean by the algorithm and all, but you don't think it's just a tad messed up to say something like that- like-- out of no where?"
"Not really. I mean, I said it's good. I'm not going to say it's a masterpiece or whatever if that's what you're asking me to do. There's still some mistakes like how the lighting is going off from different directions and stuff."
"Wow, um, okay. I didn't ask you to do a single thing, but alright."
"I just don't get why you're so upset. I told you it's good."
You nodded and got up from your seat, pushing the chair in behind you and grabbing your belongings. "Sorry, you're right. I'm just gonna go home now."
"Uh, alright."
That's when you left. You really didn't want to apologize, but you sure as hell knew that if you stayed and argued, they would have probably said some more upsetting things. They would have gotten frustrated with you, and that would have made you feel guilty. You knew you weren't the wrong one in this kerfuffle, but you still felt the heaviness of the words they had told you.
When you got home, you immediately walked into your room with the same deep weight in your heart. You couldn't stop thinking of their words. To hear the validation only to be hit with a backhanded comment like that felt like if someone just handed you a two question based homework assignment with sub-questions.
You lifted the drawing from your chest and stared at it, looking at the inconsistent lighting, your eyes darting back and forth from the once excellent linework to the botched details of the small things like colouring outside the lines.
Maybe you shouldn't post this.
You gave a heavy sigh and felt your face droop.
You sat on your bed and stared at the ground, pondering for a moment before a loud ring began to encroach on your hearing. You shot your eyes to the red telephone on your desk. You almost forgot. You grabbed your sketchbook and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
You closed your eyes right before the bright, flashing colours could hinder your vision, opening them only a second later to find yourself at Home. In Home, to be more exact.
You sighed in relief, seeing a figure run up to you excitedly.
"Hello, neighbour!"
It was Wally. You almost forgot about your deal. You promised to visit him every day at a specific time, or at the least check up with him, in exchange for the promise that he would not leave Home. (This was out of fear of what they would do to him if someone figured out he was a sentient muppet.)
"Hi, Wally," you greeted back, walking up to him with less energy than usual.
"I was worried when you didn't call right on time. I waited, but after ten more minutes, I thought I should call you myself. I hope that's okay?" He sounded so full of guilt. You couldn't help but give him a soft smile.
He was always trying his best to make sure you weren't upset with him. Part of you felt like maybe it was because you were the only person he had contact with in the real world and would be afraid of driving you away, but another part of you felt like maybe it was just second nature to him. He was one of the most genuinely caring personalities you've met.
"Aw, Wally. Of course it's okay. I find it sweet, honestly. I'm sorry for not calling sooner. I sort of um..." You stared at your sketchbook and faltered. "I was caught up in some business."
You switched your focus to him and chuckled. "It won't happen again. I promise."
"Im glad to hear that, neighbour!" Wally's gaze was fixated on you intently. An uncomfortable silence weaving its way into a brightly colourful world full of friendy critters and muppets seemed impossible, really, but here you were, waiting patiently for the solace of any action or word to appear, only to find nothing in return.
It felt like the world was paused, with you and Wally being the only inhabitants with the ability to wander as you pleased.
"So what's happ-"
"Are you okay?" Wally interrupted, his unending smile still resting on his face.
You found this question odd at first. Were you being that obvious?
"Um.. Honestly?- I'm not as happy as I should be right now. Sorry if it was noticeable."
"Don't apologize, dear! It's only natural to feel upset! Did something happen?" Wally made his way to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to show you that he was here for you.
You exhaled with a smile. He was really considerate. You only knew him for about three weeks now, and he was still so kind to you.
"Well, it's a bit of a long story."
"I have all the time in Home!"
You chuckled and nodded, setting yourself down on the nearby grass with ease. "Alright, well.." You placed your sketchbook down next to you as Wally copied your action, sitting across from you with an engaged gaze. "I was really happy about something I made today, and I thought I did a great job."
Wally nodded as you spoke.
"I'm not usually ever happy with stuff I do, so this was really exciting for me," you continued, staring down at your sketchbook and lifting it up to meet your vision. "One of the people I knew came up to me and told me that it was good, so I was obviously excited, but then they said something that kind of hurt, and when they noticed that what they said hurt, they just kept saying more mean things."
You stared at the drawing and sighed. You looked back at Wally and gave him a sort of displeasured look. "I left, and now I can't stop thinking about what they said, so now I'm just lost on whether or not I was right to feel as happy as I did the first time I saw my fully made work."
Wally nodded and tilted his head, redirecting his concentration to the drawing pad you held. "Did you draw something?" He inquired with a softer tone. You nodded in response.
He hummed and looked back at you. "Would it be okay if I took a look?"
You hesitated for the smallest moment before nodding. You shouldn't have to give it a second thought. Wally was an artist like you, so maybe he would understand a bit more. He reached out, gently grabbing onto the book and staring at the recent page you used.
"...No critiques please," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed that you even had to ask that. Wally's pupils seemed to be moving fast. You tried reading his expression, worrying a little bit when you realized how hard that actually was.
"It's.. It's so beautiful."
You exhaled with a big smile. "Really?" You tried not to get your hopes up this time, so you dialed your excitement back down a bit.
Wally kept staring at the drawing, his eyes never seemed to stop moving. It was as if he was trying to memorize it for himself in the future.
"Of course it is! This colour.. This design! It's wondeful! I'm really astonished, dear! I don't understand how anyone could ever say such crude things about this!" He sat up straight, looking at you with a wider smile than before, his pupils larger than ever. "Why, I'm so proud to have such a creative and talented neighbour like you! I really have no words! I'd frame this if possible!"
Overwhelmed with joy, you began to giggle and tear up. This was a lot for you. Wally really seemed to love it, and it was more than enough to fill the pit in your stomach with butteflies. You felt like your heart would have fluttered out of your mouth if he continued any longer.
He said he was proud to have you as a neighbour.
It could almost make you cry, and without realizing, you did.
Wally jumped at this reaction and set the drawing down. "I'm sorry! Did I say something wrong?" He scooted closer to you, feeling very concerned about his words. As he was getting closer, you pushed your body forward and wrapped him a tight hug. He let out a noise of surprise before going limp in your arms.
"Sorry, you did nothing wrong, I'm just so happy!" You held onto him tight. Wally chuckled and nuzzled his head on your shoulder.
"I'm happy you're happy, neighbour!"
You let go after half a minute and wiped your tears away. Wally regained his motion again, grabbing the sketchbook and handing it to you.
"We should definitely draw together sometime, dear! You're very talented! If there's one thing I would want to tell you, it's that you should never doubt your skills, especially if you're proud of what you've made! I'm sorry someone said something terrible to you. You shouldn't pay any attention to them," he rambled, planting a hand on your leg as you took the drawing pad back.
"Don't worry too much about that, I feel much better now that you've helped me," you replied, fiddling with the pages of your book. "You always know what to say."
He nodded and stared deep into your eyes, the world going silent once again as you began to notice this eye contact. "I love to see you smile."
Your face flushed. "I.. Um, thanks! I love your smile too!" He continued staring and sighed, his eyelids beginning to droop ever-so-slightly. You felt yourself become at ease. Normally, you'd feel uncomfortable with staring at someone for too long, but he was hard to look away from. You oddly felt tired.
You cleared your throat. "So about that collaboration," you blurted.
"Oh, yes! What time would you like to draw?" Wally asked, perking up and smiling greatly.
"We could now, if you want." You simpered at his mannerisms. He acted like an excited puppy. His pupils dilated as you finished your sentence.
"Nothing would make me happier!"
"Then let's get goin'!"
You both got up from the grassy spot and headed towards his home with more bounce in your step than ever.
"I love you, neighbour!" Wally exclaimed.
"I love you too, Wally."
End.
Notes: There may be some minor spelling mistakes here and there, so feel free to correct me on that stuff. This is my first time posting a fic on Tumblr, so sorry if the format is weird.
This story is kinda based on something that actually happened to me (besides the wally part lol, that would have been cool). I decided, why not share with other people who experienced similar things?
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