can I please request Yandere Wally darling with a reader (gender neutral pls) who likes painting, and presents him with a painting of himself?
I loved that idea, anon! So, here it is! I hope you liked it as well ❤︎ I even got you the portrait right after seeing your ask 🤭
⟡⋆LOOK AT ME, SWEETIE⋆⟡
Yandere Wally Darling x GN!Reader Warnings: Stalking/Spying.
You had started to notice that Wally had been staring at you a lot more recently. It didn't bother you, per se, but it did make you wonder.
He was now carrying a sketchbook everywhere, too. And when you took a peek at it, you saw that the reason he had been so interested in you so much lately was that he had unceremoniously decided to make you his model.
Every page was filled with you. You smiling, you eating, you yawning, you lying on the ground, you sitting...they were very good drawings, too!
Did he really see you this pretty? Wow...it kinda made you feel butterflies in your stomach.
When you asked him why he was drawing you so much, he just shrugged and said, "I like you a lot, that's why!"
You started to see him in a different light after that. Wally, despite being a bit strange (but weren't all artists like that, anyway?), was actually a nice guy, wasn't he? And you two did get along pretty well.
You two start to hang out a bit more, and Wally even invites you to his house. Yeah, you had seen it before; you and the other neighbors had slumber parties, dinners, movie nights, and game nights all the time. But it just felt different when it was only you two, you know?
This made you feel special.
He kinda did his own thing as you snooped around his room, and went through his sketches, doodles, and paintings. He didn't mind. Wally actually liked that you're curious about him, too.
Wally is really talented, you think. Compared to him, your drawing skills were subpar at best, to say the least.
"Maybe you can give me some lessons, Wally?" you ask him.
Of course, he agrees. This meant he could spend more time with you, after all!
You aren’t really sure if Wally loves you, though. You know..love love not like love. Like…he hasn’t made a move on you or anything, despite spending so much alone time together. He hasn’t even said anything about these outings being a date. But he did seem to want to be closer to you… Or were you just being too optimistic because of your own feelings?
You honestly did not know, but you were still a bit too shy to ask him directly.
Then, one afternoon, Wally arrived at your place carrying a large canvas wrapped in a cloth. And, unlike his usual demeanor, he seemed actually excited.
“I made this just for you,” he said to you, and clasped his hands in front of him. “Do you want to see it?”
When you said "Of course I do", he finally revealed the painting, and it was a painting...of himself? It was beautiful, you didn’t want to get that wrong, the colors were brilliant, the linework was amazing, it had great volume and all, but why did Wally decide to give you a portrait of himself in the first place?
That wasn't something you gifted to a sweetheart...right? Well, Wally was an oddball, so maybe in his mind, it is?
It even had a handwritten note at the bottom, “For my best friend in the whole neighborhood. Don’t tell the others, though ;)”
His handwriting was really just as pretty as his drawings, you can't help but think.
You were still confused, though. “Why did you give me a portrait of yourself, Wally?” you couldn’t help but ask.
Your mind was hung up on the word "best friend," too.
He just tilted his head and shrugged, “So that you can have something nice to look at, that’s all.”
You laugh at that and take the painting inside. You had no idea Wally could be this sassy!
You aren't sure what exactly you want to do with this thing, but...you did appreciate the sentiment, you supposed?
"Does this mean you'll put a portrait of me in your house, then?" you joked.
Wally actually likes that idea, though.
Then, he became really interested in where he wanted to put his portrait. "Maybe hang it in your bedroom? Above the bed? Or maybe in your study room? Would I help you concentrate? Oh! Maybe the kitchen! So you can have someone to eat with!"
This continued for days, and every time he visits you, he keeps asking, "Is it hanging somewhere? Can I see where it is? Does it have a good view? Does it suit the room?"
You want to be nice because you actually do like this person, so you decided to hang it in the living room. Right in front of the couch, too.
Wally likes it.
Sometimes, it feels like the portrait's eyes are following you, however. And, sometimes, you could swear that the portrait's eyes aren't pointed in quite the same direction as before
You dismiss these thoughts. They were silly. How could a portrait move by itself, after all?
Then, Wally starts to comment on things he...isn't even supposed to know about? Like one particular pair of pajamas you never wore in front of others because you knew Barnaby would tease you, or that you had not liked that one particular cheesecake Poppy had made last Friday for Thanksgiving. There was a time when you had ignored Eddie's knock on the door because you had not felt like getting up and just said you had not heard him, and that one time when you had sung by yourself so very badly, you hurt your own throat.
It weirded you out, if you were being honest. And you started to wonder if he was...following you around? But that did not make sense. How could he? He couldn't come to your house and watch you from the window or sneak inside without any of the other neighbors noticing him, and no one had said anything about Wally acting out of the ordinary.
They would say something if they saw anything like that, right?
While being so on edge, the portrait's gaze made you feel even more eerie. It was as if Wally could see you through that thing, but...no, that was impossible, wasn't it?
Yeah, you were just being paranoid. You probably said those things to Wally yourself one way or the other and just forgot about it. You did that a lot, after all, and, unlike you, Wally actually did have a great memory. He could keep up even with Frank whenever you guys played Memory Game or Chess.
You met the portrait's gaze.
Maybe you could still put it away for a bit, though, however crazy that sounded.
What you did not know was that the moment you covered the portrait, Wally knew, and he actually did keep an eye on you with it.
He couldn't help it. The hours he spent with you were just enough; he wanted more.
But now that you had caught on to what was happening...he needed something else. But what?
