As I Dream (Wally Darling x Reader)

The Move.

! English is not our first language, so dont mind misspellings.. btw zoomies mean timeskips ! 

It was a sunny day, and as always..Wally was sitting on the front porch eating a dozen apples. 

"Wally! Could you lend me a hand with the boxes? They're heavy ya'know."

"Wwhattt???" He looked at me, dazed.

"Gosh wally...did you get high of apples again..!?"

"Possibly, maybe, could be." The zooted puppet looked at me with a mischevious grin.

All of a sudden, a dark cloud cast a shadow over the neighborhood. The raindrops were heavy and stung on impact. I realized it was hailing. But it was summer; hail at this time was unusual. Wally looked up, cautious not to let the hailstones hit his eyes.

ZOOMIES! ZOOMIES! ZOOMIES! ZOOMIES! ZOOMIES! ZOOMIES!

I rush inside, pulling Wally along with me. His hair is completely drenched, and I can't help but laugh at his collapsed pompadour. (LMAO he be goofy as fuckkkk)

Instead of moping around, we decide to play some UNO! After an epic, hour-long game, we agree to a draw. We might both be losers, but that's beside the point... (or is it?)

After the initial rage over the stupid card game, I walked away. I came back with a towel. 

"Think fast!" I laughed and threw the towel to Wally's face.

"Rude, you didn't have to throw it in my face like that." Wally huffed, taking the towel and drying his soggy hair. He resembled a freshly bathed cat—equally amusing and appalling.

I take up my phone and open up WhatPadd, the lastest site for stories and search up some naughty-naughty (Ooh lala~) stories. I select a story featuring a man with green, fluffy hair. Beside him is a character with a mysterious wound on his face and split-dyed hair. (If you know, you know.) Suddenly, Wally approaches me.

"What are you doing?" He asked

"I found these stories on WhatPadd, wanna read some with me?" I cant help to chuckle, knowing Wally was clueless of what smut meant.Wally grabs my phone, selects a random chapter, and is instantly confronted with the most shocking and dramatic smut. 

"HE DID WHAT TO WHAT? AND THEN HE PUT IT WHERE?" He shrieked like a baby bird.

"WALLY, NOT THAT CHAPTER. THAT'S THE FORBIDDEN ONE!" I laughed heartily.

"HOW COULD YOU LET ME READ THIS, Y/N?!" He began to cry.

"UHHHH," I dashed to Poppy's barn, pounding on the door in a frenzy.

A motherly voice responded.

"Hello Y/N! Whats the issue?"

"UHH..I MIGHTVE SHOWN WALLY SOME SMUT ON WHATTPADD AND NOW HES CRYING IN THE LIVING ROOM WITH MY PHONE- MY PHONE. HE STILL HAS ACCESS TO THE STORIES."

Poppy's eyes widened, and her eyelid began to twitch. "What?" she uttered, her voice cracking as she stumbled over the words.

I realized my fuckery instantly and hurried back to a sobbing and traumatized Wally, prepared to dive under the couch and hide from an irate chicken.

The said irate chicken stormed in, with anger practically steaming off her head.

"Where is Y/N?" Poppy schreeched, glancing at Wally.

"U-UH UHM- NOWHERE," Wally stuttered.

"LIES!" Poppy accused, staggering past him to peer into the living room, but Y/N was nowhere to be seen.

"Hm. It seems you were telling the truth, Wally... Oh well, I'll see you another day!" Poppy reverted to her sweet and calm demeanor as she exitedly hopped through the front door, gently closing it behind her.

"Phew, that was close," I exhaled in relief, emerging from beneath the couch and brushing off my clothes from any dust that had gathered.

ZOOMIES! ZOOMIES! ZOOMIES! ZOOMIES! ZOOMIES! ZOOMIES!