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browntownalley · 8 months

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We're Going on a Trip (Bonus to "Winner Takes All")

Wally found you huddled up in your study, tucked away from the cold after disappearing from Julie’s snowball fight.

After you called for him to come in, he carefully shuffled in, hung his things, and left his shoes by the door.

There you were, bundled up on the couch, a full cup of coco jacketing by your hands, watching the show host like he was a bug on the window- no thoughts going through your head. That is until he noticed your commitment to your perch and pouted:

“Without me?” Wally approached you and leaned forward on your lap. At first you didn’t say anything, even as an adoring smirk tugged at your mouth, but you quickly reached your limit with that face.

“Oh, c’mere, you.” You sat your cup up on the counter behind the couch and opened up your blanket, welcoming the stout snuggle buddy. Wally slipped in effortlessly. His bread hair– pompadour tickled your cheek, and you rested your head on the poof of navy blue. With a sigh you slid down against the arm of the sofa, hugging Wally against you. You could have fallen asleep like that if the show host would just keep still. His soft face rubbing against your chest and a stray hand playing with your collar bone was making things bubble up in your gut that wasn’t bubbling before.

When you went to ask what he was thinking about, all that came out was a soft lazy, distracted, “hgmmm,” His eyes shift up to yours hopefully, twinged with warmth.

“Do you mind if I venture a bit?” he finally asked, walking his fingers down your chest.

You chuckled softly at the wording, “Hmhm, only if I can come along,” yous miled at the show host and brought a finger up to traced his hairline, and down his cheek to lift his chin. Though he was caught off guard by it, Wally’s eyes quickly softened with understanding and he turned to kiss the palm of your hand before trailing kisses up your chest until his lips met yours.

You could feel Wally shivering just from you pulling his scarf loose and sliding it off his neck. His hands wandered under your shirt, while yours teased the brim of his pants. You both made soft, giddy noises through your kisses. Your legs became restless as Wally gently messaged your chest, caressing handfuls of your plush.

Clothes started to litter the floor as you ventured further, nipping at Wally’s bare neck, stroking the felt along his back, and listening to the song of excitement that his body gave off. You got his pants off first, eyeing familiar blood orange briefs, and basked in Wally’s awe as he watched you waggle out of your shorts with the blanket still hanging off your shoulders. You finally took Julie’s advice, squeezing one eye shut and chomping down on your lip. Wally covered his mouth with his hands, but it didn’t stop the snort from filtering through.

“Oh c’mon, that was sexy!” You broke out cackling yourself, falling forward to glomp the show host back into the blanket. It wasn’t long before you were making out and feeling around again.

Eventually, you found the sweet spot that made Wally tremble and mewl. You locked lips as petting quickly evolved into grinding, your bodies hot against each other, your breath puffing out of you like a train on a mission. Just as he whined your name and bit his fingers into your shoulders, you curled and spasmed as your brain turned to confetti. The room span for just a moment before everything relaxed at once and you settled down on over Wally’s chest with a hum.

Like a cat at a sunny window, you stretched out over him just as he was melting into the sofa with a dazed look. You only made an effort to reach one final peck to his cheek, feeling him smile tiredly as you did so before he returned the kiss to your forehead and rested his head on yours.

“What did you think of that?” he asked quietly.

You’re already on the road to another plane, but smile as you reply “That was a great venture.”

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#part 5 #playfellowxxx #sexy times #soft and sweet #wally x reader #petting #wally darling x you #y/n #cuddling #cold day #wally darling #you #fanfiction #humor #I actually feel good and comfy about this one #normally I regret living as soon as I hit submit.

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browntownalley · 8 months

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I really appreciate ya'll. I am working on another part, but I'm being a bit perfectionist about it, ngl. I was also considering shifting to writing it as a Wally/OC piece, but just typing this out I've decided to keep it a Wally/reader fic. tbat may have been what was mamkng me so indecisive.

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Winner Takes All 4/4

Just as you'd broadcast earlier that week, it started pouring two days later. It was lunchtime, and the rain had come on in a blink, but you loved this kind of weather and had gone for a stroll in a raincoat and an extra mini umbrella in case you met anyone in need.

What you didn't expect to find was Wally Darling, booking it past the pond's cobblestone wall with little more than a small, blank canvas to shield him against the onslaught of droplets. He was already soaked, his hair plastered around frantic, black eyes. A robust clap of thunder made him jump and send the canvas cartwheeling down the hill into the pond with him scrambling after it.

"Hey, Wally!" you called as you made your way over. He hesitated by the literal slippery slope, but didn't seem to hear you over the hiss of the rain.

"You want help?!" You call again once you're next to him. He jumps again, flailing to catch himself once he starts to slip down the hill. He almost got hold of the cobblestone wall until your eyes met. Panicking, he completely missed the wall and tumbled down the slope until a splash of water consumed his body.

The fish had already kidnapped the canvas, and by the time you made your way down they were hovering around the poor soul, looking for anything else to steal. You helped him up out of the mud, checking for any damage, but at the same resisted the powerful urge to laugh at the absolute disaster he'd become. Would an umbrella even help at this point? You spot a few pulled seams, wronkled joints and some twigs sticking through his felt. The show host tried to stand only to half-collapse awkwardly as some parts didn’t quite bend the way they're supposed to.

You asked if he was okay, but Wally was too stunned to say anything. His hands hovered discretely over his face- as if he were trying to hide that he was trying to hide- So you decided not to drag this out and scooped the tinier puppet up into your arms before heading off to the nearest shelter: Eddie's office.

Eddie opened the door almost immediately and fussed over both of you as you got your coat and shoes off. Wally started to do the same, but his clothes were so plastered, that he struggled to reach them.

"Dont you worry, little fella. I got you." The postman gently slid off Wally's shoes while you plucked leaves, twigs, and clumps of dirt out of his hair.

"Ah… thank you," he said stiffly to you and Eddie.

"No problem. All of your stitches still in? You're looking pretty rough."

"Ah-" Wally froze again.

"You mind if we borrow your bathroom?" You ask.

"Not at all! Not at all. Make yourselves at home. Tea or hot coco?" Eddie smiled.

"Coco for me, Postmaster!"

"Tea…"

Eddie lead you to the bathroom before going to get your drinks ready. You helped Wally out of his sweater and leave him to remove the button blouse before starting the hot water. Eddie popped by to gather the muddy clothes for the washer, humming a casual tune as he disappeared back down the hall.

Once Wally was in the tub, you got out a brush and shampoo and sat on the tub's ledge behind him. While Wally rubbed the crickles and dirt stains out, you plucked twigs from his shoulders and brushed his hair clean. Once the water was dirty, it was drained out, and you switched to using the shower nozzle to spray the loosened dirt and leftover soap off. Wally seemed much more relaxed now, sighing under the hot water and leaning into your touch.

"What a day huh? What caught you in the rain?" you asked as you started to play with floppy navy locks.

"Oh, I was talking with Barnaby," he said with some hesitance, "I was coming to see you… But I… got distracted."

"With painting?"

"Ah- Well… yes?"

You twirled Wally's hair in thought. You knew what it meant for him to suddenly start painting before doing something, but what was he so bothered by? It had been several days of this eggshell business. He'd looked so surprised to see you out by the pond. So scared morelike.

"Choo-Choo!" Eddie appeared at the door with your cups, blower-dried briefs, and a bright smile.

"Thanks, Eddie!" you said as you took your cup and enjoyed a deep whiff of sweet, earthy coco before sipping down the hot liquid.

"Wow, Wally! You're looking brand new already! Y/N's got the golden touch huh?"

You sip your cocoa innocently, pretending not to notice Wally's cheeks puffing out, another close catch not made any easier by your free hand still stroking his hair.

"Blow dry? Or would a towel pat do? Nah, its still cold out." Eddie was already in the bathroom's closet rummaging around. You and Wally left the tub and dabbed off on towels set on the floor.. The show host started pulling on his briefs. Once he looked up you glomped him into a towel, causing him to bark out a laugh as he was held captive in soft, dry cloth.

You kidnapped Wally to the living room before Eddie can find the blowdryer, leaving a trail of laughter and water as you go. Once the postman caught up he helped dry Wally out more thoroughly, fluffing his felt while you worked on re-tucking pulled stitches and straightening seams, massaging out any excess water with the towel. Just as Eddie was finishing up, the phone by the T.V. rang, and Eddie hopped away from the sofa to answer it.

"Oh Frank! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to take so long…. Oh! No, I'm alright…"

While he was on the phone, Wally stayed wrapped up in a towel, a thoughtful smile stuck on his face as he gazed into another cup of tea. Black eyes snuck a glance at you and got stuck as you were already adoring him with your own.

You wanted to pull him in for a tight hug and just cuddle on the couch, but you also wanted to do more than that.

"It shouldn't be too much longer, I'll be over as soon as I can…. I will. Love you lovebug, heheheh."

The click of the phone hanging up draws Wally’s attention away. Eddie turns to him and you and scratches the back of his head apologetically.

“Ah- I’m sorry guys, but you don’t mind taking care of yourselves here do ya? Wally’s clothes havent been put in the dryer yet, and uh- well I had plans. I really dont want to leave ya in need though.”

Wally perked up a little, answering in an apologetic tone,“Oh, I don’t mind at all, Eddie, we’ll be fine. Thanks for the help.”

“Anytime! Anytime." Eddie immediately starts to slip his shoes on and grab the large coat, a sparkle in his eye,”Oh, also, it’s still pouring out, feel free to use one of my coats in the closet if you decide to go on your way. No point in getting haggled again. Take care you two!”

With that the postman's boxy frame was out the door. A moment of silence hung in the air before a chuckle to bubbled out of Wally. He covered his mouth with a hand.

“What did you do?” You accused.

“Nothing,” the puppet’s shoulders were still bouncing, but eventually he settled down, and replied with equal parts hesitance and humor, “I… oh… I was terrified to think you'd see me like that, or like this. Especially today. You're both so kind."

His words caught you off guard a bit, and a strike of guilt hit you as you remembered the urge to laugh, but it cleared the moment you realized what he really meant.

"Oh, psh. You really should get caught in disasters more often, Wall. Especially when I'm around," you teased Wally with a finger under his chin and watched him turn red all over again as he's led to face you, "It's a great excuse for a spa day~"

"Oh~" Wally sighed softly as you stroked along the curve of his jaw and down his neck. He leaned toward you, eyes fluttering, and you were so ready to do the same until he stiffened and curled away with another nervous noise.

"Ah– I'm naked-?" His tone was laced with scandal, his feet getting sucked up into the towel.

It was giving you a whiplash of confused frustration.

“I-I actually do want to go back to your place, if you don’t mind,” he admitted, hugging the towel tight around him until he looked like a dumpling.

Now, you couldn't not adore that.

“Here,” you pull away to take off the t-shirt you wore over your long-sleeve. Wally lets you slip it over his head. It was already big on you, so it was practically a dress on him, but he didn’t mind at all.

“It’s warm,” he smiled, though he shivered. He still didn’t have pants.

"I think we're stuck here," you admit, "At least until your clothes dry." Without another wasted second, you leave to throw the clothes in the dryer, but when you get back, Wally's practically dripping with hopeless disappointment.

"Neighbor~" you tease, flopping down beside the show host.

He looks at you tiredly, smiling, but not moving.

You cleared your throat, “Neiighboor~”

Wally laughed, and finally crawled over to you before laying his head in your lap. You ran your hand through his thick navy hair, smoothing it into something resembling a style before you started to experiment with its semi-poofyness.

“You know, I’m real tempted to make you spill the beans, little man,” you fake-shook his shoulders, "What were you lookin' for me for?" You smiled at his giggle. He hesitated for a moment before looking up at you, but his answer had more confidence in it.

“I wanted to know if I could spend the night with you," he admitted.

Your heart raced at the words, a blush coming on. It’s only intensified by the frustrating vagueness of the statement: Spend the night doing what? Playing a board game, watching a movie, telling stories?

Honestly that didn't sound too bad. You remembered the last time you had a sleepover, Wally blanking out on the floor, you sprawled on the sofa out cold over the sound of the Wiz playing on the TV. You'd stayed up so late you might as well have been drunk. It was a fun time

But this…. this was still torture. There was only one reason why Wally would be so wrung about spending the night… right?

Wally was becoming stiff in your lap, eyes wide. The look of great regrets.

"The night!" you throw out before he thought he’d said something awful, "All night?" You let yourself relax. This didn't have to be a crime, even if there was some misunderstanding, Wally was one of the few who'd let you live it down.

Wally doesn't quite nod. Instead, his hand falls over yours cupping his face. A shy smile warmed your hand as he replied soflty, "I sure hope so.”

There was no mistaking that. You could have scooped him up into a kiss right then and there, but for Wally’s sake you resigned to just irradiate smug excitement, “Oh? Does this mean you surrender?”

Wally didn't say anything at first. You were expecting anything except for the coy smirk and shkw host shifting to nuzzle your lap and show himself off. In nothing but your t-shirt and blood red brief's it was almost enough to make you buckle.

"Woah there," you chuckled with excitement as heat pooled in your gut and your cheeks set ablaze.

‘Only if you do first.’

The game wasn't over just yet.

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Eventually, you and Wally escape Eddie’s cozy home fully clothed and enjoy a conversation about favorite kinds of storms on the way to your study. Once there you both let habit lead the way. Shoes were left by the door, coats hung, books broken out. The show host preferred to keep your t-shirt, and sat his own upper garments neatly folded on the counter behind the sofa while you went to change into ‘jamas. Despite your earlier conversation, there was still some nervousness in the way he fumbled and glanced your way, as if looking for a sign of what to do, but it would only be a moment before he continued on acting his normal self.

It was another night of stories, and thoughts as you camped out on the fuzzy rug, doing hair, going through books from different neighbors, and some of your own, to read or stack or even draw in. The hour hung on your eyelids as fairy lights replaced the sun. The books were eventually abandoned for sleepy small talk.

“I never said you… couldn’t kiss me…. You know,” Wally yawned and drifted while he played with the white buttons on your blouse. You didn’t remember what lead to this, maybe it had sprung out of the blue. Not that you hadn’t thought of kissing the yellow puppet laying on top of you.

“Hm-,” you grunted stubbornly, not even bothering to open your eyes as you hug the puppet tighter in protest, “You… started it.” You weren’t sure what you even meant, but any thoughts of elaborating vanished as warmth pressed softly, against your lips. You opened your your eyes just enough to check that what you thought you were feeling was what your were feeling, before slipping back into amber darkness.

You and Wally leaned further into eachother with each kiss. Something like relief flooded your body, like you'd fjnally admitted a secret you didn't know you had. Wally giggled as you rolled over, him pressed against you. His bare legs brushed against your sides and hugged you close. Stiff shoulders relaxed, soft hands melted into your hair.

You rolled over to your side, nuzzling Wally’s neck. He hummed sleepily against you, tracing your nose with a pointer.

“I adore you,” he purred.

Your eyes were closed, face smothered in the show host’s chest, body becoming one with the floor, but a smile didn't fail to sprout along your features, “I amorrhh ym, tomh.”

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#part 4 #welcome home fanfiction #playfellowxxx #kinda?#soft #I'm so bad at endings lol.#I may write something more steamy later #In fact I feel I should #Feedback/critique much appreciated!#let me know what you liked/didn't like/confused by etc

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browntownalley · 8 months

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Winner Takes All 3/4

When you burst back into the Barn, face glowing red, you were relieved that Poppy hadn’t started on the cookie designs. She had just finished making the batter. You were both apologizing profusely to each other for small, understandable things, but your reason for taking so long (and not even that much longer) was a bit more embarrassing to think about than Poppy convincing herself the cookies would make them late for the play if they didn’t start immediately.

They got to work baking and cutting the cookies. Decorating them with careful precision. Before wrapping and labeling them.

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It was a wonderful night with wonderful food that everyone had a hand in making. Faces were beaming once Julie handed out the flower crowns. It was a fun cozy set up in Sally’s backyard, and a pretty thrilling story. Dinner and a show as they called it. The entire time your eyes kept gravitating toward Wally’s small silhouette up near the front, your blood still buzzing from from the show host's touch, the feeling of him pressed against you, your breaths mingling. Had you not practically chucked him off of you, who knows where tht would have went?

Maybe nowhere, you thought with disappointment. Wally was a tease after all, even if he didn’t usually get so handsy- or did you get handsy first? It was starting to blurr the more you thought about your moment in the woods. The excitement had you tangled up in a sense of urgency, a need to continue where you'd left off, to know what it meant.

Once the play was over and everyone did all their cheering and bowing and thankyous, you and Poppy handed out the cookies for everyone to take home. Your head was still spinning from everything that happened today, especially since it kinda felt like two days. You barely even noticed Wally lingering around you during all the fuss and ambiance of a concluding party (not really a party, but still). It didn’t register that he was there for any particular reason, in fact you had completely forgotten for a while that, earlier that night, you two were a hair away from not being just devious friends.

“Neighbor.”

“Ah-” you didn’t even have the energy to yelp or jump. A little yellow face peeked around your side. Wally takes a moment to re-tie the strings on your apron,- that you just realized you’re still wearing– into a neat bow that just barely hugged you.

“I’m a mess, Wally,” you sighed in defeat, setting down the broom you didn’t remember picking up.

"I can help clean things up," the show host slipped his arms around you, and a zing went up your spine and down your legs. You were no stranger to hugs, not even from Wally, but under the context of this game you've been playing, the way his hands traced across your sides and the warmth of him pressed against you was driving you up the wall. Thankfully Wally pulled away, and you could feel his smirk as he did so. Your heart was drumming away.

You both straighten up the place to make cleanup easier in the morning, a comfortable small talk bounced between you, allowing your nerves to quell. You considered asking Wally out, right then, but it would be such a big thing to sleep on if he wasn't sure. He sure didn't seem sure, and after such a long day, you really didn't want to tack anything else onto it before a proper rest.

So, you and Wally say your goodnights and head off to your houses.

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#part 3 #playfellowxxx

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Winner Takes All 2/4

You'd slept all through the picnic, waking up with a sloggy jump, eyes still closed as you remembered:

"I've gotta help Poppy with the– and the–!"

"Woah-WOAH there, String Bean. Heheh. You're awake!" It was Barnaby’s cozy voice. You had been thrown over the blue dog's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, looking at one of the main cobblestone roads in the neighborhood. The sun was getting low.

Wally was nowhere in sight. Just a few blossoms left in your combed hair.

Sliding off of the big blue beagle rivaled the misery of getting out of a warm bed on a cold day, but you still had work to do. Biscuits to bake! You ran off with the grace of a drunken spider before you even knew quite where you were.

"See ya around, String Bean!!"

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In Poppy's barn you were mostly helping keep the place clean and cookware available as Poppy handled the more dangerous parts such as melting the chocolate, handling anything remotely pointy or opening the oven- lest you be roasted alive. Once the biscuits were baking, you both started prepping the surprise treat for everyone's busy, hectic day.

"Now, what species of cookie will this be?" You asked aloud and rubbed your chin, trying to think hard. Really hard. Your head started to glow, but all the energy was turning straight into heat.

Poppy was setting the kitchen to get to work, "Indeed! Would it be better to give everyone the same cookie or each a unique cookie?" She emphasized the last few words with such great importance and tediousness, inspired by the idea but also intimidated.

"Genuis idea Poppy," you snap your fingers.

"Wh- which one?"

"All of them."

"Bwawk?"

"Like a wedding theme, but each one dressed in its own cute little outfit." You beamed, excited to give them to the neighbors after the play.

"Oh my…" Poppy tapped the bend of her wing to her beak in thought before her eyes brightened. She and you started bouncing around all the thinks the neighbors had been tending to or doing for fun until the only two who didn't have their own theme-able activity was Julie and Wally

"Julie's uh… And Wally? Hm," Your hand went back to your chin and you pressed your lips to think. You’d spotted Wally around other neighbors mostly; though you couldn’t remember what was happening around him. At least not when you thought of the host specifically.

"They were ah, running around. Falling." You said as memories flash through your head, crammed by every other going-on and a few that may have just been part of your nap dream.

"Falling?"

"Wally was falling." you stated more confidently, a proud smile as your noggin finally pulled through.

Poppy's feathers nearly blew off like a bomb, "Oh MY! I hope he's okay!"

"Everything's alright," You reassured the giant bird with a gentle pat, "Wally's a graceful little cookie. He nearly fell into the pond, and off a ladder, nearly fell upwards on Sally's stage, but I was there each time to watch him... Watch him catch himself I mean… I'm telling ya, Poppy he'd make a great ninja."

"Well, I did just see him and Jules a little bit ago, heading into the fields; they seemed alright– BWAK! What if he falls out of a tree! I should check on him." Poppy flared again, but you soothed her colorful floof down with a few pats.

"Don't fret your feathers, Poppy! I'll pop by and see what they're up to, and then we can make their cookies just as stylish as the others."

"Oh… Well, you are much faster than I am. Alright, be safe, Y/N." Poppy was still nervous, but you were glad she was entrusting this mission to you, and even more excited to see what Wally would fall out of next as you skeddaddled out the door.

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You found Julie Joyful sitting on a blanket in a field of flowers, humming a made-up tune as she tucked one into a loop of delicately woven grass. The sky was dark but the moon was glaring tonight, and Julie had a lamp to help brighten things up even more.

“Y/N!” she squeaked happily, flapping her arms around excitedly.

“Oop- where’s the show?” you asked jokingly as you looked around, flattered by Julie's excitement even if you had no clue what it was for.

Julie covered her mouth with her hands and piped down to a giggle before whispering loudly, “Wally’s getting more flowers for me, you should surprise him with this!” She held an elegant flower crown over her head and you couldn’t help but smirk mischievously as some heat warmed your cheeks.

Julie knew. She been knew.

“How am I supposed to surprise Wally, he can practically see through walls.”

“Darling’s been buggin’ out about you all day! Just hit ‘em with a–” Julie winked dramatically at you and bit her lip. You burst out laughing, more from the blatant encouragement than the silly face.

Taking the crown, you hum and grin smugly, turning it over in your hands. Yes, you’d noticed the way Wally’s been looking at you lately, the nervousness in his voice when you approached him for small talk: nervous, hesitant, hopeful; how jumpy and airheaded he’s been- as if something was taking up space in that mind of his.

You finally went over toward the treeline, wondering why Wally would come all the way over here just to pick flowers, but you found the show host sitting on a branch picking blossoms, like the ones stuck in your hair. You watched him silently at first as he paused to twirl one between soft digits. Lost in thought.

Okay, how do I surprise… You started to walk forward absentmindedly as you pondered what to do, flipping the crown over in your hands as your shoes brushed the grass.

“Oh, Julie, I found more,” Wally’s voice sounded just above you, and as you looked up in confusion, Wally swung backward, hanging by his knees to show ‘Julie’ his collection.

You just barely missed each other, and while you weren’t expecting to find an upside-down Wally in your face, your surprise was dwarfed by the wide black eyes and reddening face before you. There was a moment of silence where your faces are just… there, three inches apart.

“N-Neighbor?” Wally's voice broke, trying his best to keep cool. The perfect opportunity to tease.

“Mwa,” you make a bland kissy noise. You thought it was funny, but Wally looked like he’d been headshot by cupid. His balance suddenly became awkward, and his knees started to slip. Wally instinctively started to react, albeit slow. Had you not shut down half of his brain and literally been in his way he may have succeeded somehow.

With an obvious smirk stuck on your face, you hold out your arms and Wally’s petite form plops right into them.

“‘Morning, Darling,”

=Wally just stared in awe at you at first-- a tomato-- but eventually, his rigid body relaxed into yours and a sheepish smile starts to show. You held him a little closer and he chuckled against you.

“Good evening, Neighbor,” Wally finally greets you back.

“Julie gave me this flower crown,” you said as you started walking back with the yellow puppet in your arms, “I think I was supposed to wear it though, it’s not gonna fit on you with that bread roll.”

Wally blinked, “My pompadour?”

“That’s what it’s called?”

Wally gave you an incredulous look before taking the crown from your hand and sitting up to place it on your head. He and you both sport poker faces as Wally lingers there and you slow your pace to a stop.

“So, how does it look?” You shiver a little as your bodies press a little closer, a digit tracing behind your ear and down your jaw. Wally smiled calmly in thought, suddenly so bold studying your features. It wasn't until you leaned just slightly into his hand that he cracked. Once again a tomato with eyes elsewhere. His hand slipped away.

"It looks lovely on you. Julies getting good at her craf-"

Wally stuttered to a stop when you hugged him closer, chasing after the touch he'd pulled away. He didn't resist at all despite his eyes going wide.

"You're not so bad yourself," You spoke just loud enough for the words to hop the short distance between your lips and his. Though his cheeks were burning, Wally, eyes were glossed over, his hands squeezing softly at your shoulders, bracing. Even now the unspoken contest between you persisted.

You know you want to.

I'm waiting. Even stunned to silence, you bantered.

But then, just as you were wondering how those soft lips would feel against yours, another thought hitchhiked with it and brought a sudden rush of guilt and panic as you remembered what you were even out there for.

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#part 2 #wally darling #y/n #wally darling x you #Playfellowxxx

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Winner Takes All 1/4

You and Wally have had an unspoken but obvious fancy for each other for a while now, but you both have your pride and your frets. Why change a good thing going? You for one, were determined not to buckle, but boy, did Wally make it hard.

It was another wonderful day in the neighborhood. A busy day, everyone was bumbling about with their errands, games, and adventures, planned and unplanned. You were also hopping around helping with projects, sometimes getting wrapped up in multiple projects at once. The day went by so quickly, by the time you joined some of the neighbors for a picnic your head was spinning like a runaway cog, running on fumes but running nonetheless.

They all shared their stories over a cold glass of lemonade and some homegrown fruit. You simply slumped against a tree with a long huff, hair razzled and clothes disheveled. A breeze rustled the colorful red and blue leaves shading the picnic. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the soft, cool sensation and the sound of stories, jokes, and laughter.

The sound of small, carefully place footsteps coming your way did nothing to resurrect you.

"Neeeighboor," a soft voice perked your ear. You smiled knowingly, but your eyes stayed shut.

"Oh Neeeeighbooor, ha ha ha." Wally chuckles sweetly as you cracked one eyelid to find him squatting beside you with a glass. As always, even despite the day he'd also had, the show host was clean cut and squared away; not a nick or wrinkle, blue bread-loaf hair perfectly loaf-shaped, and such a calm expression. How Wally managed to keep all of his stitches stitched on days like this was a mystery, as much of a mystery as the darkness in the pits of his eyes.

"You've been busy, Neighbor," he notes your disarray with amusement, resting his simple, round face into a palm. His eyes looked at you differently, they lingered with a softness, and a deviousness that you knew was flirtatious. Being the way you were, you just smiled back and basked shamelessly in it, and of course it threw Wally off into a blushy fit. He smiled at the grass instead, ripe as a tomato. Neither of you really knew what to do with each other, but you enjoyed every second of whatever this was. Maybe you also had prince charming powers, you thought, powers that only worked on Wally Darling.

"Oh, yeah," you finally replied, "Somehow Eddie got stuck under a prop helping Sally prepare tonight’s play, in the middle of making a delivery run! Poor guy." Wally offered the glass of lemonade, and you took it with a thank you, only to hold it hostage in your lap, "I tagged 'em out, but, boyo, my will to live was vaporizing like my first batch of cookies. Speaking of baking, at Poppy’s–"

As you went on, Wally took a comb from his pocket and offered to fix up your hair with an amused smirk.

"Oh, be my guest, Darling," You beamed in reply and fought gravity itself to sit up so he could get behind you, but then the difference in height would have forced him to either reach up uncomfortably or stand and bend down uncomfortably. Without much thought, you plopped your mess of a head into the puppet's colorful lap instead.

"There we go, how's this?" It was at this moment that you realized how wreckless you were being, talking and talking, using Wally's rainbow legs as a pillow at the drop of a hat. Wally might find this annoying, you thought, but then that thought just floated away. You could almost hear your head spinning with exhaustion, like a droning buzzing noise, it distracted you from how long Wally was taking to reply, even though you were staring straight up at him in stupor. You were thinking more about how comfyl his lap was, how perfectly it cradled your head, and how great a view it was.

How kind of him.

Once Wally recovered from the impact, he laughed, " Ha ha ha, you're buzzing, Neighbor." he said adoringly. He smiled and swept some hair from your forehead, and you chuckled as you both realized you were still just holding the glass of lemonade.

It was nice and cold for your hands. Everything felt cool; the grass, Wally's lap, his hand on your face.

"You're hot, too" he said with some concern.

You cock your brows with a joking smugness and reply “Why thank you.”

Wally ignored his own face turning red and you ignored yours doing the same as you realized what he meant and what you heard were two different things.

“Oh,” was all you said to fix it, a dumb smile still stuck on your face.

Before your mental cogs could unjam themselves, an icecube was shoved in your mouth. You giggled around it at the show host's 'trying-not-to-be-flustered' expression, and squirmed around to get more comfortable as he continued to comb the frazzle out of your hair. You smiled your eyes shut as his other hand stroked your face, occasionally straightening a wrinkle in your was-white blouse.

Eventually, something cold pressed against your lips again and you opened your mouth for another icecube, chomping down playfully and catching Wally's lemonady fingers. You giggled sleepily as he quickly gave up trying to get them back, feeling his heartbeat speed up. Eventually, he got them out and you went back to playing dead, never seeing the adoring smile on Wally's face before you fell asleep.

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