wally darling x reader oneshots/series

first date

Wally asks you out on a date, but little does he know.

"I think I'm all set,"

Wally stared at himself in the mirror, pushing a stray hair into place with his fingers. He inhaled a deep breath, brushing off his outfit.

"What do you say, Home?" He lifted his arms to the side, presenting himself to his friend with a spin, earning squeaks and creaks of approval in return.

"Oh, you," He swatted playfully at the air, holding his cheek in response to Home's (supposedly) kind words.

Wally ensured to get the bundle of flowers Frank and Eddie put together for him off the table, announcing that he was off as he started toward the door, only for it not to open for him. He paused, confused. Oh, was he forgetting something?

"Picnic basket!" he snapped his fingers, smiling brightly. "Goodness, my nerves must be getting to me," he grabbed the basket and adjusted the gingham blanket on the top.

"Is that everything, now?" He questioned aloud, unable to recall anything else. Home squeaked, door swaying open. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," he smiled, heading out and waving farewell, on his way to your house.

Despite the anxiety bundled in his belly, Wally had an excited pep in his step, confidence peeking through. He felt good about this. Excited!

He had flowers and a basket of your favourite snacks for you two, along with a perfect set-up planned for the dishes, too! With his outfit looking spiffy and hair looking chic, he was set!

In no time at all, Wally stood before your door, lifting his fist and knocking, swaying back and forth on his heels. Deep breaths, Wally!

Barely two seconds passed, and it swung open. It looked like you had just been getting ready to leave.

"Wally?" you smiled, seeming pleasantly surprised by his appearance. "What are the chances?"

"Oh, my. I hope I'm not disrupting any plans," he fretted.

"Not at all," you reassured. "Actually, I was about to go looking for you,"

"Is that so?" he asked, head tipped to the side with curiosity.

"Yes," you leaned back, grabbing something off the table. "I was going to bring you these,"

You held a bundle of tulips out to him, red, orange, and yellow. Wally's eyes widened, his smile growing.

"Well, isn't that a silly coincidence?"

He untucked the bouquet of flowers he brought for you from under his arm, holding them out, though his expression fell as he noticed their appearance.

"My... I guess I should've been a little more careful," he sheepishly shifted around the slightly squashed flowers, attempting to fix them up a little better. "I'm sorry," he apologized shyly, a little downed by his mistake.

Despite the disheveled appearance of them, you happily accepted, handing him his as you examined the beautiful bouquet. "They're wonderful, Wally," you awed with delight. "Why don't you step inside for a few moments? I'll get these in a vase real quick," you opened the entrance further for him, walking over to the kitchen.

Wally followed you inside, staring down at the flowers you'd given to him, a giddy little smile playing at his lips. Great minds think alike, don't they?

"So," your voice recaptured his attention as you snipped away at the stems of the flowers, carefully sliding them into a vase filled with water. "What else brings you here? Were you just passing by?" you questioned as you walked over, placing the colourful display on the coffee table in front of your couch.