writing not one but two welcome home analysis in my google docs and reading clown's posts made me realize how a certain side of this community made wally so out of character. he's the most chill out of everyone in the neighborhood. he's an easygoing guy who's not good at reading/expressing emotions. he's so fixated on apples but not eating them. just apple. he paints slowly and draws simple paintings. he talks in a slow manner. he goes limp when hugged and doesn't get up when he falls. he founds joy in anything he or his friends do. he's not a sexy smooth talker who's lovesick/obsessed with you or any of his neighbors. he is literally just some guy. the average joe
also he really, REALLY loves his friends. especially home. he's very adamant about saving them. you can even say he's desperate. he doesn't understand "romantic love" the way humans do but his love for his friends is very true and genuine. to box it into simply "platonic" or "romantic" or "familial" kinda weakens it. he simply loves them extremely deeply, his bond with them is tight knit. he's not good with words or emotions but the way he reaches out to you in order to save them speaks volumes about the amount of love he has for them. he loves and cares so much about everyone and to see him getting depicted as a cult leader by the youtube community or an obsessed lovesick yandere by some tumblr people are just a bit hilarious to me lol. not to mention many of his traits can be easily seen as him being autistic and traumatized which just adds further to the stinger
I could go on and on about his character but it's reserved for another day in this google docs. anyways how's everyone doing
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minors dni. past wakasa is so so so hot i feel unwell my vision is blurring help.
[11:14 pm] you: shin
[11:14 pm] you: whos the white haired guy on your story
[11:15 pm] you: shinnnnn
[11:15 pm] you: i need to get railed by hi m
you closed out of your texts to replay his story and catch another glimpse of the man deadpanning while a tipsy shinichiro pressed a kiss to his cheek for the camera. your eyes roamed over every inch of his exposed neck above his barely-buttoned shirt and tried to decipher the design of a long swirling tattoo continuing down beyond the limited confines of your phone. with a ghost of a smile on your face, you expected shinichiro to return with an exasperated reply at your antics on a friday night when - if he recalled correctly - it was you who declined the invite to entertain a date with a pizza. so any bouts of pent up horniness on your end were completely self-induced because you could have been getting railed by the white haired dreamboat but chose not to. regardless, no harm in riling shinichiro up when he really made himself far too easy of a target to tease. you were going to bug him to introduce you to the angel on earth no matter his reply, but when your phone buzzed, it was not from the man you were expecting a response from but instead from an unsaved contact.
[11:39 pm] unknown number: hi this is wakasa
[11:39 pm] unknown number: the guy you wanted to get railed by
your free hand flew to your mouth and your breath stopped. really funny, shin. really, really funny. what a great prank. you'd have to give him hell for this on monday morning. but why couldn't your heart stop pounding so fast? and god, why were your hands trembling so much?
your knuckles clutching your phone turned white and you hastily returned to your conversation with shinichiro and double, no triple checked that you sent the messages to your friend. then it clicked. shin, that fucking asshole. nails scratching the surface of your phone, you typed out a haphazard attempt at damage control to save face in front of the new object of your affections.
[11:42 pm] you: Hi Wakasa! Please ignore that, I did not mean it.
then swiping out of the new conversation, you returned to the pinned contact in your phone and decided to begin the surface level descent into making shinichiro's life hell for this stunt he pulled. but halfway through giving him a piece of your mind, you decided to deal with this later before your chances of getting with his friend were completely ruined. it would look worse on your part if you wasted time chewing out shinichiro then sent the pouting emoji thirty minutes later and asked him if he would pretty please still fuck you, you thought dryly to yourself.
[11:42 pm] you: shinichiro sano you are absolutely dead to me do not expect me to ever look at you or speak to you again i am blocking your number until you provide me with an explanation and an acceptable apology.
[11:42 pm] you stopped sharing location with shin
you tilted your head back and stared at the ceiling, trying to think of any way to turn this situation around. you lamented the loss because surely a man who looked like that knew he was fine and would have an arrogant personality to match. well, it was alright. really. there were plenty of other fish in the sea. but none with the most beautiful sharp eyes that made you want to misbehave just to see how coldly he would look at you, catch his eye in the mirror while he bent you ov-
[11:43 pm] wakasa: huh
[11:43 pm] wakasa: is that so
you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts, extremely mortified at the now properly identified wakasa calling you out like this. though you knew he couldn't read your mind, you still tried to calm yourself down and briefly considered muting him if his only intent was to mock you. this had all happened far too fast for you to collect any semblance of rationality. you locked your phone and tossed it to the side, closing your eyes, taking deep breaths, and counting to one hundred. but when the familiar note chimed, you shot up in bed and scanned the words.
[11:48 pm] wakasa: thats a shame
[11:48 pm] wakasa: its not every day i get pretty girls texting me how much they want me
oh. oh. so this was how he wanted to play it. you never even considered the unimaginable outcome of him not being completely put off by your unfiltered thoughts, but maybe actually wanting to pursue something further? were you reading that right?
you allowed a slight smile to creep over your face. this was fine, this was safe. the two of you could exchange flirty texts and then laugh it off if you ever saw him around. but there went any possibility of making the perfect smooth entrance in his life, maybe lightly bumping into him and ending up with his strong veiny arms around your waist. or catching his eye across the room and flashing him a coy smi- you shook your head and pulled yourself out of your daydreams. no use in dwelling on it. you returned with what he would hopefully interpret as a teasing lilt to your voice:
[11:53 pm] you: what's so pretty about these text bubbles hmm
feeling satisfied with yourself, barely half a moment passed before he sent his reply. your stomach jolted at the realization that this was now a conversation happening in real time. he was looking at his phone at the same time you were looking at yours, there was no longer a safety window of minutes between messages to process his words. worst of all, any forced gap would be construed as lack of interest or intentional aloofness. and you really were not that kind of person, so you kept the screen open and waited for him to finish typing.
[11:53 pm] wakasa: you're funny doll
[11:55 pm] wakasa: may 29
[11:55 pm] wakasa: baby pink dress and vivienne westwood pearl necklace
[11:55 pm] wakasa: wanted to tear that dress off you so bad but shin said his best friend was off limits
[11:57 pm] wakasa: i owe you thanks for that night. maybe a few more too
your eyes widened. you were speechless and thanked the universe again and again for the way he wouldn't be able to see your face blushed red right now. you remembered that party but not him. you had spent most of the night with yuzuha, who had returned from a study abroad program and hooking up with shin's friends was not on the top of your agenda. but truly, what a shame the way the situations were now reversed. you bit your lip to restrain the smile threatening to take over your face. you tried to calm your heart down and remind yourself that he was a real person. who was friends with your friends and who you could very feasibly run into in the middle of the day while doing groceries or getting gas. did you really want to continue this game? the hesitant part of your mind forced you to sit quietly listening to the hum of the ac and your soft breaths for a few moments before the want and dare overtook you and you typed back your reply.
[12:01 am] you: oh?
[12:01 am] you: guess we have some catching up to do then
[12:02 am] you: :p
[12:02 am] wakasa: that we do
[12:02 am] wakasa: luckily i'm alone in my room now and you have my full attention
[12:03 am] wakasa: what are you wearing rn doll
[12:03 am] wakasa: maybe a picture if you’re feeling so inclined
oh? well when he asked so nicely, who were you to deny?
you tapped the camera icon and leaned back on your bed as the dainty gold chain around your neck pooled over your exposed clavicle. you weren't wearing anything under the small sleep shirt and the friction rubbing against your nipples made that clear. the summer heat led you to unbutton most of the buttons, allowing the small diamond stud on your navel to peek through. hair splayed across your pillows, you positioned the camera at an angle to capture the swell of your breasts in the same shot as your wide eyes framed by long lashes and slightly pushed out bottom lip.
[12:04 am] you: [attachment] 1 image
[12:04 am] you: no panty shots till the third date sorry
when the image loaded on wakasa's phone, his lips parted and his breaths became all the more shallow. he dragged his eyes over every inch of your body on his screen, gaze darting everywhere in his need to sear your face into his memory. he hadn't expected you to send a picture, he was mostly seeing how far you wanted to go with him and test the waters of your comfort, but this was awful for his resolve. your pink lips begging to be bitten and sucked on, your exposed neck looking far too pure for what you had confessed about wanting from him earlier.
he had almost felt dizzy when shinichiro displayed your messages to him and gave him your number, accompanied by a number of stern threats. more than the fear of his friend possibly landing one or two weak punches on him, he understood what you meant to shinichiro and wanted to respect that. not for the first time that night, he wished you had shown up, maybe in another cute dress. he wondered if you would have styled your hair differently, maybe even gotten your nails done. but for now, he would have to make do with this image that you took only for him to see, and that gave him the confidence to speak truthfully albeit a bit vulgarly.
[12:05 am] wakasa: fcuk
[12:05 am] wakasa: i’ve never wanted anythhng in my life as much as i want you right now.
[12:05 am] wakasa: mine
[12:05 am] wakasa: all mine
[12:05 am] wakasa: i’m gonna bruise that pretty neck princess
[12:06 am] wakasa: leave marks fo r ever yone to see youre mine
heat rushed to your cheeks and your hand succumbed to making the descent into your panties. you began slowly drawing shapes over your clit as you imagined wakasa leaning over you and making his promises come true. you let out a quiet whine at the idea of him leaving lovebites all over your neck and collarbones. you wanted to be manhandled by him in a dirty way, you thought as you curled your fingers and rubbed a little faster. a little harder.
[12:06 am] you: hm
[12:06 am] you: i think i would like that
[12:08 am] you: i wonder
[12:08 am] you: what your hands would feel like
[12:09 am] you: under my shirt
[12:09 am] you: maybe other olaces too
[12:09 am] wakasa: between your legs?
silently grateful to let him take the lead and propose the ideas at the forefront of your mind but still felt shy to initiate, you rolled your hips into your hand, starving for his touch and needy for his praise.
[12:11 am] wakasa: would you want that doll?
[12:11 am] wakasa: my fingers
[12:11 am] wakasa: or my cock
[12:14 am] wakasa: cat got your tongue princess?
the want was overtaking your ability to form coherent words, your phone barely hanging in your grasp but presently the most important thing to you right now. you shuddered and clenched around the fingers you had shoved inside yourself to give yourself some semblance of pleasure as you imagined wakasa filling you up, the decalcomania as a result of his fingers tightly gripping your waist. you dragged them out with your eyes closed, the image of him pounding into you with a cocky smile branded into your mind. you gasped the name of the man not around to hear it and replied truthfully, wanting - no - needing him to know what he was doing to you.
[12:15 am] you: if i told you thayim so wet that
[12:15 am] you: im pretendkng my fingers are you
[12:15 am] you: i wan t it so bad
[12:15 am] you: you to tohch me make me feel pretty
[12:15 am] you: so much that i still feel it
[12:15 am] you: in me for days
wakasa almost drove himself cross eyed reading your brazen words. he wanted it so badly, to imagine how you would react to him burying his cock inside you. wanted to hear your whimpers and soft pleas, to feel you claw his back, to wrap your legs around his neck. he sped up his own tempo with his free hand and assured you that the neediness was very much mutual.
[12:16 am] wakasa: princess
[12:16 am] wakasa: i wish you knew how badly i need you onmy lap
[12:16 am] wakasa: not gonna let you go
[12:17 am] wakasa: squirming on my dick
[12:17 am] wakasa: till you re dizzy
[12:17 am] wakasa: till you canf remember how to speak
fingers growing tighter while creating more and more friction with your poor panties left soaked, you verged on your orgasm with your body shaking. you wanted to draw it out longer, to prolong your pleasure as if waiting for his imaginary body to materialize and present you with the real deal.
[12:17 am] you: i sisj my fingers were you
[12:18 am] you: wet eniugh for you
[12:18 am] you: rn
[12:19 am] you: pleasd
[12:19 am] wakasa: use your words babydoll
fueled entirely by adrenaline, wakasa swiped right to press the call button on your contact and set it to speaker, heart thumping loudly as he listened to the phone ring on your end. he was promptly met with your whines and what sounded like his muffled name, "need you, 'kasa".
"i'm here, princess. cum for me", his voice rough from dryness and overstimulation. and then with a whimper, you let the curvature of your fingers set the tone for your final release, sending a shockwave of euphoria through your body as you let out a loud cry with tears streaming down your face.
wakasa released a hiss at the thought of you waiting for his command and his vision unfocused, mind filled only with desperate chants of i want her i want to fuck her i want her to be mine i want her to scream my name as he fulfilled his own pleasure, gasping as his body clenched and his cum left his body, leaning back with his stained hand now resting on his cock.
the two of you laid there panting on the line in a comfortable silence, the gravity of what you had just done feeling all the more real when you were able to hear the other.
"sleep well, babydoll" wakasa murmured before disconnecting the call. he stared at his last message debating whether or not to send a follow-up text. he wasn't sure what you expected from this exchange but he was certain that the next time he saw you he would not be able to keep his hands off you.
[12:29 am] you: [attachment] 1 image
[12:29 am] you: gn
a selfie of you with mascara tracks streaked down your face and lips puckered up in a kiss at the camera, hair mussed and cheeks tinted red. you looked exhausted and wakasa's breath hitched. mine. my pretty doll. she looks like this for me.
[12:30 am] wakasa: princess you are going to be the death of me
[12:30 am] wakasa loved an image
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[12:44 am] you resumed sharing your location with shin
