Wally Darling × Staring!Reader

You admit you had a bit of a staring problem. You just couldn't help it. Everything was just so fascinating. The more you looked at something, the more details you would see. When you found something you liked, you tended to stare intensely at it, as if you couldn't look away. Your eyes gravitated toward it like a star toward a black hole.

Currently, you were sitting inside House, observing Wally paint. In front of the canvas was an undersized, round table, and on top was an array of fruits inside a wicker basket. You weren't watching the portrait. No, you were observing Wally. He was just so bewitching when he didn't think he was being watched. You had a lot of questions about him.

How did he get his hair to sustain itself like that? Why does he wear those vulgar shoes all the time? He has other outfits, so why does he always wear the same shoes? Does painting all day cramp his hand? Does he truly like painting, or does he just do it because he's good at it and it makes him money?

You were ripped from your trance by the sound of Wally's soft, sluggish voice.

"How do you like it, my dearest?"

Confused, you glance at the now-finished painting. It was incredible. It looked so realistic. Almost one-for-one with the basket on the table.

"Wow, that's amazing, Wally!" You praised.

He didn't acknowledge your comment and persisted in gazing at you with those droopy, raven eyes of his.

"Is everything alright?" You questioned me, wondering if you did something wrong.

"Hmm..." Wally buzzed. "You were staring again, my dear."

"What! I wasn't—well, I was—but I didn't mean to—!"

You stumbled over your words. It became more and more challenging to speak your mind. The second you got caught, your mind went blank, pierced with humiliation.

Wally leaned his head to the side, and a soft smile rose on his wooly face.

"I don't mind~."

Your body was soothed.

"As long as I get to stare at you too~"

Your body tightened. His gaze was a black void. The more he goggled, the greater his pupils expanded, creating a never-ending, continuously growing black hole.

Abruptly, you felt pressure on your shoulder. It was almost painful. You grab your shoulder and pull down your shirt to inspect the pain.

Little tooth marks encircle a considerable chunk of your skin.

He bit you!

You darted up at Wally, your eyes broad with shock. His eyes narrowed as his smile grew slyer. He knew very well what he was doing. Yet he played it off as if he didn't.

"Well now. What should I paint next? Oh! I know~."

Wally chortled. He picked up his canvas and turned it around. "I'll paint you!"