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you and dandy as kids!!
• When you grew up living nearby to the Mott’s, it was obvious you were going to have some sort of connection with them.
• From the first day you and you’re parents met both Gloria and Dandy, Gloria insisted that you and Dandy would make wonderful playmates. She also was pleased by the fact that you’re family had just as much money as her own. The fancy cars, houses, clothing, everything.
• Dandy despised most other kids. He thought of them as impolite and disgusting. However you on the other hand, were the complete opposite. He really liked that and thought highly of you whenever his mother would mention you’re name.
• Dandy was strict with people when it came to touching his toys. But you? Nope. Touch and play with whatever you want. Dandy doesn’t mind at all.
• You wanna play with a toy Dandy also wants to play with at that moment? Go ahead and have a blast with it. He’ll settle for something else. As long as you’re happy!
• Sometimes Regina would be around when it was her time to stay with her mother and not her father, so she’d end up spending the day playing with you both.
• You didn’t mind, of course. It was more fun with an extra person. However, Dandy was rather frustrated. He didn’t like other people taking away the time he had to play with you.
• “Dandy, do you mind if I play with one of you’re puppets? I’m going to be putting on a show!”
“Ooo, yes go ahead! I’ll go find one of the scripts I wrote!”
“Aw, cool! Can I play with that other one Dandy?”
“Regina, why would you even ask that?! You know you aren’t supposed to be touching any of my toys.”
“But Y/n’s gonna play with the puppets.. I wanna join in..”
“NO!”
• Regina would always end up running off to go tell her mother. Dora wasn’t surprised, she knew he could be a total brat when it came to his belongings. When Gloria overheard the commotion, she didn’t even bat an eyelid when Dora explained on how unkind her son was being.
• Dandy definitely grew up having a crush on you. And you couldn’t deny that you did feel a little something for him yourself.
• You two would often go walks with one another on a nice warm, summer’s day. Sometimes, Dandy even tried to hold you’re hand.
• The way you guys would beg for candy from you’re parents.. WOW..
• Dandy would often scold you if you got hurt whilst the two of you were trying to have fun. He’d tell you to be way more careful and explain to avoid these sort of things so you don’t get upset over the pain you’re in. Yet, he still does it to this day.
• He’d give you a little hug if he hadn’t seen you for a while. Which wasn’t often. You both saw one another practically every day.
• He gets instant butterflies whenever he’s around you. He almost gets angry at himself since the feeling is that strong it makes him have a sickly sensation in the pit of his stomach. The nerves don’t help at all.
• Dandy would always gift you things whenever he could. You still kept the teddy bear and bracelet he bought you at the age of eight to this day.
• He’d go up to his room and struggle not to cry if he found out you were sick or had a minor infection. His mother indicated that he wouldn’t see you for a while.
• The poor soul ends up making a very large get well card and begs his mother to take him out so that he can buy you some treats and gifts to cheer you up a bit.
• Dandy always enjoyed the times where you’d both pick daisies together and lay on the soft green grass, talking.
• You’ve always loved one another from the very beginning and Dandy definitely keeps that in mind. The memories of you’re childhood will never fail to make him smile.
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getting a dog with dandy mott:
a/n: since i’ve been rewatching freak show, here’s some dandy content that has finally gotten posted! enjoy!! <3
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• Alright let’s get this straight, the moment you asked Dandy for a dog, he gave you his final answer immediately. And when Dandy gives you his final answer, that’s his FINAL answer.
• Dandy is shocked that you actually want to share you’re love and affection for something else that isn’t him. Especially an animal!
• He certainly has no interest in watching the furry little creature lay on the floor chewing a toy. Let alone find it adorable.
• If a dog even dares to play with one of his toys, don’t be too surprised if you see a new rug placed somewhere around the house.
• The first time you arrived back home with you’re tiny new obsession, Dandy had been staring at you wide eyed from across the room. Carefully paying attention to the puppy who you had wrapped in a blanket whilst it was clutching ever so lovingly to you’re chest.
• “What on earth is that thing???”
• “That thing, is my baby.” You smirked sarcastically at him whilst walking right past with you’re nose high in the air. Dandy eventually hit breaking point.
• The small pup would constantly waddle over to Dandy and try to show him some affection. He only glared until the dog just ran back to you for more cuddles.
• Then came the day where you found him with the puppy scooped up in his arms, as he rocked back and fourth telling it all about his hatred for certain things. (More like everything..)
• Dandy also realised that the puppy could be his get out of jail free card for tons of stuff. Some things made him look like a horrible liar, right enough.
• “DANDY! WHO THE FUCK SLIT THIS GUY’S THROAT IN THE HOUSE??!!??”
• “I figured it might have been Daisy!”
• “Dandy, dogs have paws. Not hands. She couldn’t have possibly grabbed the knife to do anything at all.”
• “Erm..”
• Daisy eventually became Dandy’s most loved and respected priority. After you, of course.
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imagine taking care of dandy when he's sick ♥︎
a/n: a little something for one of my friends who saw my imagine with the evan’s being ill. we both love dandy so damn much so why not write a fluffy thing about him? hope you guys enjoy :)
warnings: THE FLUFFIEST PIECE OF FLUFF OUT THERE!!!!!!
all pictures do not belong to me!
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“Dandy?” You called out softly, stepping into his bedroom before seeing the poor dear shivering under the covers.
Gloria had informed you that Dandy was running a fever after stupidly storming out of the house last night during another one of his tantrums. Without a coat, might I add.
He was in complete denial that Dora and his mother suspected he may be coming down with a cold, or worse. When they tried to help, he only demanded that they call you right away and get you over to see him. He refused to take any medication or accept anyone’s foolish attempts at helping him until you were by his side.
When they did manage to contact you, both were insisting you come over as soon as you could. It was clearly a stress dealing with Dandy screaming and shouting the place down whilst not allowing anyone to try and make him feel more comfortable. So instead, he lay in bed coughing, sneezing, crying, and complaining about how much he missed you.
He quickly looked up from the sound of you’re voice, smiling slightly through chattering teeth. He could barely move or allow himself to throw off his covers and run around the room, pleased about you’re arrival. He was far too much cold and tired for that.
“Oh Dandy..” you said sadly, running you’re fingers through his hair and placing the back of you’re free hand to his forehead.
“My god you’re burning up!” Dandy pouted at you’re words before trying his best to sit up. You immediately lay him back down and told him to rest as best as he could.
He furiously rubbed at his nose and then sneezed quite a few times, groaning miserably afterwards. You blessed him sympathetically. Dandy rarely ever got sick. And when he did, his body was struck by it like lightening.
“Mother said you’d be over. In fact, I suppose seeing you is the only good thing i’ll be experiencing for the next week or so. Being unwell is absolute torture for me, Y/n. There’s nothing to be excited about and all I sit here thinking is when this illness will get rid already. There’s not even any time to play!” Dandy shrieked. You tried to stifle a laugh but also felt bad that being sick affected him this much. After all, Dandy did indeed cherish his playtime..
“Well.. I hope my company’s enough to keep you entertained for the time being. Are you hungry? I can get you’re mother to ask Dora if she can make some soup?” He slowly nodded and you placed a quick kiss on his forehead before leaving the room.
You managed to get Dora to make a soup that Dandy actually likes. She made it the way he preferred it so you hoped he’d atleast try a little bit of the warm liquid. Gloria tried her best to get you to let Dora take up the soup to Dandy, but you told her it certainly wouldn’t be an issue if you did it yourself. You ended up earning a look of relief on Dora’s face.
When you arrived back to Dandy’s room, you noticed he’d gone through plenty more tissues and was still shivering rather badly. Frowning slightly, you walked up to his bed and carefully took his soup off the fancy metal tray. He seemed to be happier now that you’d came back.
“Dora made you’re favourite, tomato and basil.” You beamed, grabbing a spoon and dipping it in the soup before blowing on it and preparing to feed it to Dandy.
“I thought I was getting lentil..” Dandy huffed. Although he accepted the spoonful in a heartbeat. You went with his slow pace of eating seeing as poor Dandy was quite tired and definitely not up for rushing through anything at the moment.
“I’m pretty sure you’re enjoying it, mister.” You joked playfully. Dandy had to nod his head at that. The soup was actually appetising enough for him.
“It’ll do, I guess… Shew!” Dandy sneezed again right before taking his final mouthful. You politely blessed him and fed him the very last bit of soup.
After you cleared the soup away, Dandy fell back down onto his pillows, sighing contently. “You know, it’s good having you here. I remember… Huh-Shoo! As a child… being this way one winter. Mother refused to come near me. She was going out someplace nice with her friends, and I knew i’d be scolded if she got sick. So.. I locked myself in my room. I decided to just wait until my sickness passed. I didn’t eat for two days. I just sat there, waiting. Waiting if mother would maybe change her mind and come check on me. But she never did.”
You always felt you’re heart threatening to crumble when Dandy shared memories of his past. Yes, he was completely spoiled and seemed to get everything he wanted, but what that boy truly wanted was love. His mother would buy him so many toys and whatever he still bothered with these days. She let him pick which meals he wanted, even let him have dessert before dinner. But the only thing Gloria failed to give Dandy was affection. And he would never forget that. Ever.
“Dandy, I care so much for you. You know that. You always spring into action when i’ve fallen ill or if i’m upset about something. And I swear, i’ll always do the same for you. Come now, rest up so we can get these nasty sniffles away. Get well soon, darling. I love you.”
Before you knew it, Dandy was sound asleep with the biggest smile on his face. One happy tear had fallen from his eye and landed on his cheek. You two were destined to be with one another forever. In sickness, and in health.
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you’re pretty when you cry..
You entered the doors of the Mott household yet again. Gloria was currently out and away into town, leaving Dandy to fend for himself and drown in his own boredom. Dora definitely wouldn’t be making an appearance. When you found out about her murder, Gloria practically begged you not to go to the police. More so for the sake of her reputation. Not even a single thought going to Dandy. You swore not to mention anything. But for him, and him only.
Walking further into the mansion, you began to hear the heartbroken sobs of a familiar sounding presence. Sobs you recognised as something that would cause you’re own heart to break whenever you heard them. The sobs of you’re Dandy.
You opened his bedroom door with a creak, finding you’re beloved sat on the bed weeping loudly. Tears cascading down his cheeks whilst he struggled to stop himself from letting his breath go shaky.
He was still so beautiful like this. Dandy was most certainly a pretty crier. Even if he was down on his knees bawling his eyes out, he always managed to look beyond breathtaking.
He hadn’t noticed you yet, still sat wailing. It was only when you put a hand on his shoulder, he collapsed into you’re arms.
You shushed him softly. Stroking his hair and trying to calm him down in any way you could.
“I-I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me..” he choked out. You’re heart sank at the thought of abandoning him. Growing up with his mother only buying his love instead of showing proper affection was difficult for him. Dandy often felt so lonely and unloved. This stayed with him until he unfortunately became used to it. No love, no care, no reassurance. Nothing. And when you came along, he eventually learned to grow fond of you’re non stop affection and kind words towards him. He certainly wasn’t used to being loved, but he still enjoyed it. You knew it would be extremely cruel to leave now.
“I’m never going to be anywhere else but by you’re side. Nothing’s getting in the way of us and I certainly refuse to listen to you’re mother’s demands on what I can and can’t do with you.” You kissed his cheek and pulled him closer, practically cradling him.
“Y/n?”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
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American Horror Story 4.05 “Pink Cupcakes”
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DECEMBER NIGHTS - dandy mott x fem!reader
CW: killing & blood references, slight harsh language
SUMMARY: it’s christmas eve, and our beloved dandy’s attitude takes a turn for the worst when both him and dora start an argument with one another. he storms out of the house in his fit of rage, causing you to go out after him and show you’re lover how we should all be treating each other at this happy, festive, and loving time.
“Oo! It’s a cold one out there tonight!” Dora exclaimed, returning back into the house after previously shovelling some snow in the garden.
You took a look out the window, noticing that Dora wasn’t lying whatsoever. You smiled as you watched little snowflakes fall from the sky, landing softly onto the ground.
Dandy lay on the sofa nearby, grumbling at how he couldn’t open his presents just yet. He hated Christmas Eve. Getting to sleep was impossible. The excitement of all the surprises he’d soon be getting kept kicking in, practically making the poor dear totally desperate at this point.
He glanced towards where you were standing, also noticing the cold weather outside. Dandy barely managed to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the sight of snow. Just last week, he’d adored how frequently it was snowing this month. That was until he’d caught a horrific cold and found himself stuck in bed for the next few days. Sneezing, sniffling, and constantly coughing viciously throughout his time being ill. He recovered quickly, of course. With Dora’s homemade soup and you’re running around after him, he was better in no time.
He then moved his eyes to take a good look under the Christmas tree, scowling at the unopened presents laying underneath. Both you and his mother, Gloria, knew better than to put all his presents in the playroom. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how quickly they’d be torn open. They were for Christmas, and Christmas only.
“Miss, would you care for a quick snack? I’d be more than happy to fetch you some candy canes and s’mores?” Dora smiled at you.
“Oh that would be lovely! Yes, thank you.” You told her politely. She rushed off to the kitchen, preparing you’re batch of sweet treats.
Dandy only scoffed, slightly offended that Dora hadn’t even offered him anything. Not that it was that big of a deal. If he wanted something THAT much, he could easily kick up a fuss and his mother would insist that Dora get him what he wanted right that second.
Dora soon returned with you’re snacks, setting them down on the glass table.
“Enjoy!” She said, just getting ready to leave the room.
“You never asked if I wanted anything.”
Both Dora and yourself stared at Dandy who was now sat with a massive frown on his face.
“Dandy, you know i’ll share with you!” You told him happily, holding out the plate of candy canes.
He pushed them away, looking back to Dora.
“Boy, you know damn well if you want anything you’re just meant to ask. I made enough for the both of you, so stop you’re complaining.” Dora scolded him.
Dandy quickly leaned forward closer to Dora, his temper slowly starting to break.
“You’re the maid. If you offer one person, then you will offer the rest. It’s simply just having manners, Dora.”
“Hah!” She laughed. “Manners? Oh, you ain’t seriously gonna talk to me about manners.. are you? And I don’t need to offer you! Because everyone in this house knows you’ll demand for it anyway!”
“Guys..” You warned.
Dandy furiously stood up from his spot on the sofa, marching towards the exit of the room. “Shut up, Dora! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!”
You heard him stomp his way downstairs, heading straight for the front entrance. You ran to go get him, but the door had already been slammed shut.
Dora watched you leave after him. “That boy is one rude little shit..” She grumbled under her breath.
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You tried to see through the snowy blizzard, roaming around the street just a tad bit away from the Mott household. Before you left, Dandy’s car hadn’t moved an inch. So you knew he was just out in this cold weather, alone.
A car passed by, the headlights shining brightly. As it drove off, you saw the shape of a man standing close by.
“Dandy?” You called out.
The man was quick to whip his head around, shivering pitifully. “Darling? Is that you?”
Well, that one was voice you certainly recognised..
You felt a wave of relief pass over you, approaching you’re cold beloved and beginning to feel unsatisfied with his lack of warm clothing.
“Oh Dandy.. you must be freezing! We need to go back home, love.”
“No!” He snapped. “I don’t want to go back and see her. She’ll hold this against me like she does with every other little thing I do wrong!”
You reached out for him, pulling you’re lover closer. “Sweetheart, please. It’s Christmas Eve. We don’t want to miss tomorrow, hmm? All those lovely presents under the tree.. just waiting for you to tear them open.”
You noticed the now intrigued look on his face. His eyes darted from one place to another as he shivered. The vision of a perfect Christmas with the two of you sneaking it’s way into his mind.
“Dandy, this is a time where we should all be happy together. Not arguing nor holding grudges. Come now, we’ll leave and get into more comfortable clothing. I doubt you want to catch another cold.”
He cringed at the thought of becoming ill again and took you’re hand, happily walking back to the mansion.
You heard him giggle softly. “Y/n, when we arrive back home, can I open one of my presents?”
“Dandy, Dandy, Dandy.. what am I going to do with you?” You smiled.
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Finn Wittrock as Tristan Duffy - American Horror Story: Hotel (2015)
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FINN WITTROCK as TRISTAN
American Horror Story 5.02 “Chutes and Ladders”
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bro is gorgeous
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