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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Cursed Tea Party

Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, very dub-con, drugs, aphrodisiacs, rough sex, possessive sex, love confession, gaslighting, lovesick!Riddle

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Commission for @nobu999. I don't write darker content often but every once in a while it's good to switch things up.

There was something wrong with you. You could tell ever since you left the tea party. Actually before then. It was the reason you left, you couldn't stand being there anymore, with your head spinning, body getting so hot you had to take off your uniform jacket and loosen up your bowtie to make breathing easier. It didn't help. Maybe a cold shower would do, if not, maybe one of the toys you had hidden away in your closet.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright? I could escort you back if you're sick." Riddle was the first one to notice how bad you were looking. It was his party so naturally he wanted to keep an eye on all the attendees.

"No, no!" The moment his voice reached your ears the throbbing and heat became nearly too much to handle. You had an urge to push him down, kiss him, tell him about every sinful fantasy you've ever had and beg for him to be the to fulfill them. "I swear I'm alright, I think I may have caught something. But I can make it back on my own."

None of the boys seemed to happy about that. You promised you'd call one of them when you're in your room and let them know you're fine. That was an hour ago. How could you get so lost in the labyrinth? Riddle didn't change it, as far as you knew. Every turn seemed to lead nowhere. Left, right, going back, nothing worked. You were simply lost. Lost and so painfully horny.

"Oh my, are you still here?" When did Riddle get behind you? Was he here to help you? "I thought I sensed someone here. What's the matter? Are you lost?" He walked up to you with the grace of a ruler, his crown perfectly in place, staff twirled in his hand and a very amused smile on his lips. So fucking sexy. "You're making a puddle. Hm, perhaps I put in a little too much." He frowned for a moment but then shrugged it off, like it didn't seem like vital information.

"Too much? What do you-" He took your hand in his, his touch and lips so hot they hurt your skin. It was nothing compared to the vines and thorns that crept up behind you and bound you up against the labyrinth wall. "Riddle? What's going on? What are you doing? Let me go!"

"Unfortunately I can't do that, my sweet rose. What you consumed in your tea was a very powerful aphrodisiac. I should have considered the dosage more carefully. I'm sorry for putting you through that, but it's alright, I'm here to help you now. I'll make it all better." His little chuckle sent a shiver down your spine, and not the nice kind. Your mind was torn, run or ask him to help?

Help? He just admitted he was the reason this was happening! But he was also the one offering to help. No, he was the one in the wrong here!

While you had your inner turmoil you didn't notice him undoing his pants and starting to stroke his cock, "I took some too you see. You're not alone, you'll never be alone again with me around. I'll take care of you, I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever had." Another sinister laugh left his mouth, his eyes blown wide, the crown now slightly on its side, "I've been waiting for this." Riddle used the top of his staff to spread your legs and move your panties to the side. The cold ruby pressed against your aching clit, the sound that left your body a cross between a moan and a pained whine. "Hurts right? I'll make you better love, I'll make it all better."

His cock came as sweet relief to your empty pussy, "Riddle..." You could barely think about anything, everything felt like it was too much, but his cock... it was perfect and just what you needed.

"Did you just come?" Riddle looked so happy with himself, his hips barely moving while he waited for your pussy to stop fluttering around his length. "I just put it in. You must have been suffering without my cock."

"I didn't. I didn't come." It was shameful to admit otherwise. This wasn't what you wanted to happen, how you wanted it to happen. "Not like this." You turned your face from him but your mouth still moaned when he thrust into you, "Don't... please stop moving... it's too much for me." Riddle never listened to anyone, you weren't about to change the King's mind either.

"I love you, I love dearest. Don't you see? I love you so much. After I saw you on my first party I had to get close to you, but you always hung around everyone else. You wouldn't even sit next to me!" You heard him yell before, a lot in fact, this was a different tone, broken, desperate, "Please understand. Understand how much I love you, I'm helping you realize it. Please."

What should have sounded like the unhinged ramblings of a madman wormed their way into your heard, warped your mind, made you finally look at him.

"Finally. You're looking, you're looking at me! Look down here too! See how well your pussy takes my cock? It's greedy! It wants this! You want this! You want me as much as I want you! Don't you?! Don't you, my beautiful rose?!" The warmth at the pit of your stomach returned at full force, the loud, crazy sound of his voice and the look in his eyes, burning lust and devotion reflecting your flushed face with such clarity, as well as how clouded your mind had become.

"I do love you." Riddle's face lit up with glee, the words freeing you of doubt that you weren't sure why it was there in the first place. Riddle was helping you, who are you to refuse his help? "I love you." You chuckled, "I've loved you for so long." Another laugher, a little bit louder, "Riddle."

Your back arched as far as it was able, stars dancing in front of your eyes, pussy twitching around Riddle's hard cock. "You're so tight! I'll make this one better for you! I'll make your cunt feel so good, let me fill it up." Your constant stream of pleas was only broken when you felt it, his cock emptying inside your, ropes of it painting your sensitive inner walls.

When he leaned against you to catch his breath you'd noticed the tight pressure around your wrists release. Now you were free to hold him, and he was free to hold you, now that you were fully complaint.

"Let's take you back to my castle. After today I think we should start moving your things there. And maybe inform the Principle that you'll be doing online classes only. I don't want anyone else laying their eyes or hands on you." Riddle gathered you in his arms, your body fully limp against him, pussy still pulsing with need around his cock, "There, there. You'll get more, don't you worry." He pressed a kiss to your lips, sealing his promise. The two of you began your way back through the maze, Riddle's crown forgotten where you'd just been.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland imagine #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts imagine #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twst fanfic #riddle rosehearts fanfiction #twised wonderland smut #twst smut #riddle rosehearts smut #twisted wonderland x female reader #twst x female reader #riddle rosehearts x female reader #twisted wonderland x you #twst x you #riddle rosehearts x you #x female reader

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lollytea · 1 year

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Please, your finale Huntlow thoughts, my liege. We poor peasants beg of you, our bowls are empty and your tables full; if we might have but a crumb of your succulent meal to fill our bellies in these cold December nights.

ASGCDHBDJNK JESUS FUCKING CHRIST OKAY

I got a few asks about this but I guess I'll answer this one cuz it's phrased the funniest. I just wasn't too pressed about giving my Thoughts about finale Huntlow because I am fully a part of the Huntlow hivemind. Like I feel the way everyone else feels. I'm ecstatic, I'm delighted, I'm overwhelmed, I'm emotional, I'm so happy for them, I got everything I could have wanted. I won. We won.

(I HAVE TOO MANY PICS. I'LL RB WITH PART 2)

First of all this scene is so special to me, you have no idea.

It isn't inherently romantic but it's still so sweet and shows how much these two care for each other. Here's Willow, who's spent the last special Atlasing and repressing and refusing to rely on anyone else. But then she had her breakdown in front of Hunter and he realized just how stressed and scared she's been this whole time. She's visibly anxious and upset here, likely worrying up a storm because she hasn't found her Dads yet. And Hunter is right here beside her. He's seen her meltdown, he's felt her pain, he's heard her cry. He knows that Willow is in a fragile state at the moment. He knows she's been holding in a lot. He knows she's scared. I love that he's not only standing by her side and helping her search, but holding her too. It could be that she vocally expressed how worried she was to him, or maybe he just saw it on her face, but he probably placed that hand on her back to comfort her, let her knows he's right here, grounding her. And Willow, who's still learning how to depend on others, is letting him.

The way Hunter lights up when he sees Harvey and Gilbert, thrilled by how happy he knows she's going to be and his soft smile when he points them out to her. And then THIS!

Like Hunter is devastated. He feels alone and out of place here. He really thinks he has nobody. But Willow being happy can still bring a smile to his face. He just loves her so much!!!

And I know I already talked about the grom photo but UGHH!!!

I got a pic in better definition. I'm pretty sure this is Hunter's first grom. So likely a few months after the events of WAD. And it's so cute to think about Hunter and Willow very awkwardly but eagerly navigating a romantic relationship. I love how grabby and flirty Willow looks here, messing with his bowtie. She clearly LOVES the floral suit, thinking he's like the hottest man alive. She needs to smooch him and NOW. Or she's just like "Oh my, what a nice collarbone you have!!" Idk the ambiguity of what exactly Willow is doing here but the vibe and general intentions being very obvious is my favourite part of this pic. You can speculate for years on this. Oh and Hunter's face, I love it so much. His dumb little blush is like an old friend. He's fucking THRILLED that he's getting so much attention from her. He's very excited about where this is going. But he's also like. So nervous he's gonna pass out. But overall he's having the time of his life. Bi rights!

Also epilogue Huntlow....guys....guys epilogue Huntlow....are you guys still listening to me at this point?

God I love this scene. Its so natural and smooth, giving the characters a chance to breathe and exist and providing a glimpse of how they go about their daily lives. It's soft and lighthearted but it establishes so much about where Willow and Hunter are currently at in their relationship. They've been dating for like....3 years at the very least. And they're clearly very happy together!!

The way Willow casually slides on to the scene, giving the impression that she's often dropped in on him while he's working. And why wouldn't she? That's her sweetheart. What if she requires emergency smooches? What then? And of course, there's Hunter beaming at the sight of her. Seems he never gets tired of his girlfriend stopping by to visit. Or maybe he's sick to death of Willow the menace showing up to distract him while he's trying to work and he's just excited about the prospect of Luz's party. Either way, it's an adorable expression.

Something else I love about epilogue Huntlow is how equally distributed the affection is between both of them. Back when FTF dropped I gushed about how sweet it was to see Hunter taking initiative with Willow and the significance of something as simple pressing his backhand against hers during the pinky hold. And God, this sequence here says it all. From what I can tell, as Hunter runs towards her, they both reached out at the same time and linked hands immediately, implying that holding hands has become the automatic gesture for them whenever they meet up. They're in love, you're honor.

I love the huge carefree grins as they skate down the hill (still holding hands). They might have grown a lot since we last saw them but they're still young adults, they still love to have fun doing dumb reckless stuff. And even better, they love to have fun doing dumb reckless stuff together. All the handholding and fluffy cuteness is wonderful but I also love knowing that they seem to genuinely enjoy just hanging out and spending their youth with each other. Zeno was right, they ARE besties. Who knows how much shit Hunter and Willow get up to together? Being a pair of thrill seeking athletes, it's probably a lot.

This part is just so silly and ridiculous. After they go stumbling, Willow's first instinct is to grab Hunter and hold on for dear life. Her intense scrunched up expression is just so funny. "I will protect you, my love. No big dumb hill is going to harm a hair on your pretty head. Your girl is here." And Hunter barely acknowledging it (it probably happens a lot) because his life is currently flashing before his eyes. GOD they're just such nerds.

Oh and this frame is just SO adorable. The way Willow's hold on him lingers for a moment before he walks towards the grave, Hunter's heart eyes. They're clearly still so soft and touchy with each other. And this is after three years. I know they were insufferable when they started dating as teens.

#toh spoilers #huntlow

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dilvuc · 6 months

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『 WHEN YOU GET JEALOUS 』 pt. 2

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: gender neutral

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: when you get jealous pt.

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: dorm leaders x gn!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: when you get jealous

╰┈➤ when you get jealous pt. 1

╰┈➤ VIL

dating isn't easy, not when you're dating a model and actor with 5m followers on magicam. it made you so jealous. not jealous of vil, but the fans who tried to grab his attention. you had been scrolling through the comments and it was filled with love and support from fans, plus comments that are…different.

you are now a bodyguard…

“Aww, these fans are too kind.” vil chuckled bashfully. “It's nice of them to bring me gifts.”

“Too many gifts. You don't know if it's from fans…” you mumbled with your arms folded. you are cautiously sure that it might be some creepy photos of vil or some dangerous objects. vil sighed, “You're overthinking it. It might be some wholesome gifts.”

you prepared your magic pen, waiting for something dangerous to happen as vil opened the box. the box opened to reveal a teddy bear with a bowtie. suspicious…

“So cute~” the beautiful blonde beamed, pulling the bear from the box. you sighed, “You should check to see if there aren't any cameras inside of it.”

“...Fine, whatever. You're either jealous or just overprotective. Perhaps both.” vil huffed, turning the teddy’s back to face him.

it turned out there weren't any cameras inside, just cotton. yeah, you did that on purpose to get vil to ruin the teddy bear because you were jealous and now you are forced to fix it.

╰┈➤ IDIA

jealous. you're jealous of the mega plush you win for idia on his birthday. what's the point of being jealous of a object? boy, the ignihyde dorm leader was clinging on the plush, happily snuggling with it. the plush was precious to him. almost too precious. that plush needs to back off, because

idia belongs to you…

“Say, Idia. How much do you love the plush?” you asked, holding back your jealousy.

“W-well, it's a gift from you, so…I thought it's precious to me. It made me think of you” idia timidly smiled, holding the plush close. you felt a strike in your heart, you're gonna have a heart attack.

“Damnit. My heart…” you clenched on your heart.

“P-please hang in there, [Y]!” idia sweatdropped. you knee down on the floor, already feeling defeated. you shouldn't be jealous of a plush. if it makes idia happy, then it's fine.

the dorm leader knew you were jealous, so he decided to put the plush to the side and demanded a cuddle from you. you were overjoyed that you nearly collapsed.

╰┈➤ MALLEUS

you're not too overprotective like sebek, right? but worse. you did vow hundred years ago that you will protect malleus and there you go, jealous. jealous of the mc. lilia knows you vow to protect him, but…

aren't you being a little too overprotective?

"[Y], dear…Please stop glaring at them." malleus demanded you. you stop glaring as malleus’ command and look away. but when he's not looking, you continue the death stare. “[y]...”

you flinched a little, “Yes…?”

“If you won't stop, I won't forgive you…” malleus scolded you with a pout. you instantly apologized, “Sorry…!”

you rather die than seeing malleus angry at you. although, his pouty face is cute.

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

twst masterlist

rules

#male reader #gender neutral reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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monimccoythings · 8 months

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Bad Pick up Lines

I'm facing writer's block in this Bowser x reader so for now we are getting this T.T but I wanted to pull something after leaving it with a cliffhanger. I really love my Bowser x reader series hopefully I'll get to continue it some day.

`Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4

tags: @loveforfandomsstuff @harpy-space (Please tell me if I'm forgetting someone, unfortunately I'm very dumb and forgetful)

Your head hurt, just like a nasty New Years Eve hangover. What happened?? The last things you remembered was a blast, a lot of fire and smoke and then...

Oh no.

You immediately opened your eyes. You were inside a darker and grittier castle, certainly not the Disney Princess vibe Peach had going on. What the fuck.

This couldn't be happening. You were dreaming. You had inhaled too much smoke and were in a coma at the ER. There was no way this was Bowser's castle.

He seemed to like the Middle Ages dark castle style, whelp at least the bed was cofortable. Still, you didn't want to stay longer than you needed to. If everything that had been told about your ex cutie patootie was true, which you were sure it was. What awaited you inside this walls was something worse than death.

Fuck, you had treated him like a pet, you had babie talked him, dressed him up, fed him apple slices and combed his luxurious red mane!! You would do all of that again given the chance tbh. It was worth it.

Escaping seemed impossible, the room you were in was too high; and the doors, though more obvious, were too heavy for you to move, whoever put you in there (Bowser) wanted to make sure you didn't get out.

You felt sick, even if you haven't had anything to eat since that morning. Was this how it ended?? With you dying because once you called the turtle equivalent of Genghis Khan 'chimken nugget'.

You heard thundering steps approaching your room. Big man was coming. There was no place for you to hide. Better face death with dignity.

The door opened and the King of Koopas himself came in. Woah. He was even bigger than you remembered, las time it was too smokey for you to see clearly, but boy did you see know his might and glory. I you put it him in your lap now the weight of his head alone could easily break your legs.

Your eyes quickly diverted towards his face, and noted that he looked anything but murderous. He had this weirdly dilated puppy eyes like the Puss in Boots in Shrek 2, his hair had been sliced back, and he was wearing a purple bowtie. Given his actual size, it wasn't as cute as he thought he would look. Still, you swallowed down the urge to laugh at the randomness of it all.

"Did you sleep well?" Wow, his voice was even more thunderous than last time, and now that it wasn't high pitched, it actually sounded kinda nice and fitting, but you couldn't let your guard down.

"Yeah?" You weren't sure where he was going with this. Bowser raised one eyebrow in confusion "Are you asking me?" "No?" God this was going to be a bloody mess.

Bowser, for a behemoth of his size and mass, looked kinda sheepish. It would be endearing if he didn't tower over you and could't crush you with a single hand.

"You-you know, it was quite helpful my bed was there..." He looked at something scribbled in his hand, squinting his eyes. "... for when you hell-fell! from Heaven..."

You snorted a bit, you couldn't help it, that was the worst pick up line you had ever heard. The tension dissipated from your body, only to return with full force when you realised that he may take offense in you laughing. You quickly clasped your hands over your mouth a blush colouring your cheeks.

Apparently he took it as you blushing with delight, because he shyly scratched the back of his head. It was cuteness oversized. For a second you saw your little buddy again, enjoying your pets, gradually warming up to you, and quietly listening when you rambled about everything that crossed your mind.

"Ha... that was a good one..." You managed to say. "I actually have like, so many more." He seemed happy that you had liked it. Oh you actually wanted to hear them all.

They did not disappoint, each one of them was as good (or bad) as the first one he had told. So cheesy. You felt more eased in his presence the more pick up lines he told, at certain point you felt like back at Peach's castle, but the sizes had been reversed. If you made a huge effort to look past the numerous atrocities he certainly had comitted, you could see that he was just lonely.

"Hey, wanna hear my pick up line?" For a second, he looked shocked. Nobody had ever told him a pick up line before. You cleared your throat, hoping it was as fun as it was to you. "So... Are you into the bad types? Because I am bad at everything."

His eyes shone with mirth, glad your audience loved your terrible sense of humour. You smiled at him and he smiled back. Peach had warned you due to previous experiences that once Bowser got a hold of someone he very rarely let them escape their grasp.

It seemed that Bowser had now moved his fixation towards you. Maybe you were not ready to jump into marriage immediately, and maybe you needed to return home to your job and duties. However, you wouldn't mind exchanging phone numbers... That could be a good start.

#bowser #bowser x reader #super mario bros movie #mario movie #bowser x y/n #bowser x you

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shangchiswife · 1 year

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din djarin- maroon

guys oh my god this is the first piece I've written in months and i already know it's bad. i just wanted to put something out because i haven't put anything out since like October. i promise I'll start writing again and next time (hopefully) I'll have a better piece!!

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summary: din djarin spills a drink on grogu's babysitter whom he happens to be in love with

din djarin x fem!reader

warnings: none

word count: 1099

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Din Djarin made sure that his beskar armor was polished just right.

The people of Freetown or what was formerly known as Mos Pelgo were hosting a party in celebration of the new name.

Before Din was about to head out of town with his child and you as Grogu’s babysitter, Cobb Vanth stopped you in your tracks.

“Woah woah woah, where are you folks heading off to? Don’t you know that there’s a party about to happen? And guess what? You all are the guests of honor!” Vanth had drawled.

Din took one look at your eager look and immediately told Cobb that he’d stay.

He would never ever want to hurt you.

After you had joined his crew, Din had grown to love and appreciate you. The way you cared for his child like he was your own and the way you constantly checked on him made him fall deeply in love with you.

So now here he was polishing the last of his helmet before he promptly slipped it back on over his head.

You previously left the Razorcrest to help out with party decorations since many townsfolk had requested your help with setting up.

Before you had left you had placed a bright red bowtie next to Grogu’s sleeping quarters.

Taking the hint, Din took the bow and set it beside Grogu who sat in the cockpit, teething on a colorful ball that you had bought him from a marketplace on Coruscant.

Din took the ball out of Grogu’s mouth.

“You can’t eat that,” Din stated to the baby who let out a whine of annoyance before crawling onto the Mandalorian's thigh and sitting on it.

The Mandalorian placed the bowtie over the child’s head and down to its neck.

Din stepped back and admired Grogu whose brown eyes stared down at the red bowtie quizzically.

“Grogu you can’t take that off, Y/N won’t be happy if you don’t wear that,” he told the baby who was trying to rip the piece of clothing from his neck.

Grogu stared up at him, his big brown eyes looking into his father’s helmet, and cooed with understanding.

“Yeah now let’s get to the party,” Din told the child before picking him up and exiting the ship.

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When Din entered the party he was shocked by the number of decorations that adorned the walls.

There were strings of lanterns that adorned the wall along with flowers.

It was definitely your touch.

Din searched the large room for you, trying to scout you out of the large mass of people that had squished inside.

Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder.

The Mandalorian turned around expecting it to be you but it was just Cobb Vanth.

The sheriff chuckled at the jerk of his helmet.

“I know you’re looking for your girl…she’s over there by the Twi’lek,” he pointed over to the right side of the room where many people danced to the beat of an instrument.

He still couldn’t see you.

“Over by the treats table,” Cobb said before Din finally laid his eyes on you.

Your hair was adorned with flowers and you were dressed in a beautiful dress that made your eyes sparkle.

Din could’ve sworn his heart stopped.

You were an angel.

“Yeah ain’t she a doll?” Cobb laughed before slapping the Mandalorian’s shoulder in a friendly way.

Din was lucky that there was a helmet covering his face because his cheeks glowed red from anger from Cobb’s comment and also how pretty you looked.

He saw you turn away from the Twi’lek and stare directly at him and the child.

Your eyes glowed as your mouth spread into a grin.

“It’s so nice to see you both!” you smiled before tickling Grogu’s chin.

“And look at you! You look so dashing in that cute little tie,” you gushed before pressing a kiss onto the child’s wrinkly green forehead.

“You look nice too, Din,” you gave him a sweet smile before touching his clothed wrist momentarily, the brief touch sending shivers down his spine.

“Yeah and uh…you look beautiful,” he said, his modulated voice masking his stuttering.

Another smile graced your face.

“Aww thank you, Din,” you put your arms behind your back and slightly swung them, trying to keep your mind from combusting at the Mandalorian’s comment.

Before Din could speak again, he was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder.

He turned to find a Mirilian couple beaming at him.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” you put a hand on his shoulder before turning away and retreating toward the Twi’lek you were previously talking to.

Din was getting tired.

Being the guest of honor meant a lot of attention for him and the child which was something that he wasn’t used to.

He turned his helmet towards you, you were spinning to the beat of the instrument playing while hearty laughs came from your throat.

A wine glass full of a burgundy-colored drink sat in your hand as you continued to sway to the music.

Initially, Din wasn’t going to bother you and was just going to suck it up and try to enjoy himself at the party but Grogu was falling asleep on his shoulder.

So he started towards you, moving through the bustling and dancing crowd in front of him until he got to you.

The moment he reached for you he was interrupted by the sound of a glass shattering and a loud splash.

Your dress was now a burgundy color, a color that matched the color of his cheeks which were luckily guarded by his mask.

Your mouth hung agape as you stared at the big spot on your dress.

“Y/N I am so…so sorry,” he apologized profusely before you cut him off with a laugh.

His heart stopped.

He had spilled wine all over your beautiful dress and you were laughing?

He was confused.

“Din, it’s okay, this will come out the next time I wash our clothes,” you smiled.

Din exhaled feeling slightly better about splashing your dress.

“Aww I see someone is a little sleepy,” you cocked your head to the side before caressing the yawning child on the Mandalorian’s shoulder.

“Just a bit,” Din joked, trying to make light of the situation.

But you could see right through his mask.

“Come on let’s go home, Mando, I know you’re tired too,” you swung an arm over his shoulder and shook your head lightly.

Under his mask, a small smile stretched across Din’s face.

He was so in love with you.

#pedro pascal x reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin fluff #star wars x reader #star wars imagine

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manicplank · 2 months

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reader asking to marry them head cannons?

uhhh I usually don't do reader x but I'll do this ONE time.

You and them have had a wonderful time together tonight. The sun is starting to set. The day could only be perfect if one more thing happens. You tell them you want to watch the sunset with them before going home. They agree, and you find a beautiful spot in the field. They glance at the colorful sky, and you get down on one knee. They turn to you, and you open the box with the ring. "Will you marry me?"

Peppino: He's frozen. His eyes are wide. He looks scared. He looks around. "I need to sit down..." He sits in front of you, staring at the ground. He's having a panic attack. The sudden thought of such commitment is a shock to him. He looks you in the eyes and says, "...Yes? I mean, yes!" He starts laughing with relief. "Yes! Hahahahh...."

Gustavo: He gasps. "Me?" You nod, "Yes, you." He looks around and begins to cry. He's hesitant. It may seem like a simple question, but to him, it's a challenge. Both of your hearts are racing. "I'm scared, Y/N..." "Why," you ask. "I don't know... But for now... Yes." He smiles, "Yes, I will marry you!"

Mr. Stick: He puts his hands on his cheeks. "Of course!! Of course, I'll marry you!" He pulls you up into a hug. He's been waiting so long for you to propose. In fact. if you didn't, he was going to. "Took you long enough," he teases.

Pepperman: He laughs. "Really? You're serious?" You nod, and he stops smiling. "I'm sorry, Y/N... I'm not ready. I don't see myself being ready anytime soon." You frown and close the box. That certainly wasn't the reaction you were hoping for. However, when you stand, he puts his arm around you. "But I still love you."

The Vigilante: "WHAT, ARE YOU CRAZY?!" You get wide-eyed and worried. "Hoh, sweet Cheesus Crust, you almost gave me a heart attack!" He smiles. "Yes, haha, I will marry you!" The old cheese is happy he finally found a forever soul mate to live on the farm with him. He was so afraid he was going to die alone. You just took away his greatest fear.

The Noise: He laughs in your face. "Are you fuckin' serious?" He laughs again. "You, HAH, you really thought that I'd, HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!" He walks away, still laughing to himself. Oh... You're completely flabbergasted. You knew he had commitment issues, but you thought he loved you enough to move past that. You haven't heard from him or seen him since the failed proposal. You're completely heartbroken...

Noisette: "WHAT?! Y/N!!!" She seems angry. "No!! I just... No! I'm sorry, I just-" She starts to cry. You stand up to comfort her, but she backs away. "I thought we were just having a good time, and you, you, you... UGH!!! I didn't even know you felt that way! I just... No!" She storms off. She calls you the next day to tell you she's breaking things off. "Whatever it was that you thought we had was never there for me. Sorry, but I just don't think we can see each other anymore." Ouch.

Fake Peppino: He eats the ring. "So... is that a yes," you ask. He doesn't realize what you were asking. Before you ask again, you realize that he probably isn't the most eligible bachelor and that this was probably a bad idea. Oh well. You shrug it off and throw the box for him to chase. He brings it back, and you two end the day with a nice game of fetch.

Pizzahead: "Oh, goodness gracious!" He puts his hand over his mouth. "Well, uh," he tugs at his bowtie, "I'm flattered, but... Are you really, really, REALLY sure?" You nod. "Well... Oh, what the hell, yes! Yes, I will marry you!" He pulls you up and picks you up into a hug. His pepperoni cheeks are jolly as ever.

Pillar John: "Erm... Y/N... I don't know..." He scratches the back of his head. He seems uneasy. "I'm gonna need a little time to think on this. It's a big decision." Well, that could've gone better, but... You put the ring away, and you two sit and watch the sunset.

Gerome: He stares at you. "No." You put the ring away and stand up. "I'm sorry," you apologize. "Marriage isn't for me," he says, "I'm not very big on commitment. Let's just enjoy what we have for now, and whatever happens, happens." You two sit and peacefully watch the sunset.

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survivalist-anon · 4 days

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Log 12: Long Road to the Stars.

It has been roughly 12 hours since they were departed from Lorey and Fjord. Sten and Toke now embark on a mission to retrieve a Raven Guard by the name Wick. Just two hours away from the city of Las Vegas, the Imperial Fist's transport bus had to make a necessary stop at what deceptively looks like an abandoned gas pump, likely built as a result of the expectations of the nuclear age of the 1950's. Parking right next to an old, derelict fiberglass statue of a clown holding a gas pump.

The driver, Moors, lowers the driver side window. Sticks his head out, hanging his turgid arm out like a trucker.

The eyes of the clown begin to glow green, clearly indicating there is a camera behind the big, happy wide eyed time pieces. A little slip opens on the clown's bowtie, revealing a mic.

~Ckkssshhh

"Hehehehey Hello Welcome to Gassy Gus's Gas Pump! HOooow may I be of service?"

A scraggly, cigarette scarred voice eruptes from the mic.

Moors never ceases to be amused by this. "Yeah, give me the usual Gus."

Sten, Toke, Bilhard and Cahrilo watch from the bus's camera system. While this isn't new for Cahrilo and Bilhard, Toke and Sten watch in discomfort at the creepy talking clown.

"It's like someone took a Harlequin's head, stretched it and inflated it. Never would I be so unfortunate to see something so depraved.", Toke whispered as quietly as he could to Sten.

Sten stood there less in horror but more in underwhelmed bewilderment. "Yes...'tis.... unnerving."

Cahrilo and Bilhard look at each other, rolling their eyes at their reactions.

Outside of the bus, an old crusty, funky little man, still dressed in the Woodstock 60's outfit with some odds and ends of spaceage memorabilia, comes out from the gas station woman's restroom door. Looking like a human, maximalist's wall of colorful alien Americana, with big iridescent googles, long dreads with plastic and metal charms intertwined within the tight knots.

The boys where shooketh, Cahrilo and Bilhard however literally were use to this horrendously whimsical spaceman.

"Hehehe, well now long time no see boys! How's them yuppies up north treatin y'all?!", he gives the haul of the bus a hardy slap. He goes up to the clown and takes out an industrial hose, hooking the giant nozzle into the gas tank. He jambles to the driver side. "Well Moors, HA, yah still don't look a day over 50!".

"And you have aged like fine cheese Gus! How are those fools back at Area 51? They haven't questioned why some of their fine equipments' been missing have they?", Moors and Gus go way back since the 50's. Moors, much like any of the other Astartes, had come involuntarily to Earth. Moors had been wharp sent to Ohio in Gus's family corn farm. Since then, Moors has been Gus's guardian Astartes since he was five years old. Occasionally visiting him in his later years since he joined Aldercon's facility.

"Oh those narcs hadn't even opened them danggone garages since Roswell! So what brings you down here in the fine bosom of the Newe land?", he says with a big old, carefree smile on his face.

A good chortle from Moors was a sign that he's happy because his mortal was happy. "Ah, it's Wick again. You've seen him around?", he inquires.

Gus pouts, putting his old noggin to work. "Hmmm, let me ask Keith!", takes out a sock puppet, his puppet silent, whispers into his ear, "hmmm...oh really?! Again? Great moogly that's incredible! Hmmhmm, oh....oh Keith stop it now.", he casually puts his sock puppet. "According to Keith, Wick raced the airbase again yesterday! He almost bit the dust this time. Buuuuut it seems he's in Vegas, only other place. Don't know why he keeps going there for. ", Gus over the years has developed Dementia and age related mental health issues, Moors has tried and tried again to convince to move to Fort Dorn, but sadly Gus seems to be extremely resistant to the whole plan.

"Is that so......well. Looks like I'll heading to Heresy town then. Gus. Why don't you stick with us for awhile. You do understand that you don't have to be here.", although Moors doesn't show it on his face, it breaks both his hearts to see Gus hasn't gotten any better. "We can bring your Unidentified Flying Objects too."

The crunchy desert man knew what the discussion was leading to, his smile turned into a sad frown. "Oh Moors, I can't. The desert stars need me! The great road to Milky Way Galaxy has yet to be defended, the Long Road to the Stars! I have to defend them from the forces of darkness, welcome them those can BE welcomed with open arms, and who's going to give them MIBs the good ol' runaround!? Them boys in black gotta give up one day ya know! I'd love to Moors, but I'm...needed here.", he looks to the blue void of the noon sky. "My time ain't done yet.", he whispers to himself.

A tired sigh flies from Moors. He knows Gus doesn't have much time in this world. The longer he waits for Gus to consent to coming with him, the higher the chances he will have to retrieve Gus from his bunker. "All right Gus, but listen...if you need anything. Remember I'm always here kid.", as Moors was telling him this, Gus had already unlocked the gas hose, closed everything up for next time.

Gus skitters back to the driver side window, "I'll be fine Moors, you go on ahead a win against the house big fella, take care now", again that big smile from cheek to cheek gleamed in the sunshine of the Nevada heat, waving goodbye as the bus goes on.

Moors waving his goodbyes as well.

As the buss drove a long the stretch of highway towards Los Vegas, Bilhard had gone to the driver seat slot and opened it to see if Moors was ok.

"Moors. How are you feeling?", Bilhard asking.

Moors was silent for a short moment, "....he's getting worse.", he whispers to himself, his usually calm demeanor has become somber.

"Hey, Moors, are you going to be ok?", he asked again, dryly yet concerned.

"Oh, yeah, I'm going to be fine.....for those who live such short lives...why must they be so stubborn.", Moors pondered loudly.

"It's because they live such short lives they make these decisions for themselves Moors, remember where you came from.", Bilhard had to remind Moors the occasional truth of Astartes.

For every angle of the Emperor, was once mortal.

Moors had to accept Gus's decision. Wether he wanted to or not. "Yeah...I guess....", he turns on the radio to distract himself from his own thoughts.

As country music blasts on the radio, the bus heads out to Los Vegas, the city sin, sex and as of recently..... something sinister.

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My dreams were once nothing but dark voids of screaming voices and sounds of bolters going off ....now .....they speak to me through visions of tormentful pleasures of desire and uncertainty.

It would have gone forever, if it hadn't been for the blaring sounds of traffic outside the penthouse suite. The smell of last night's passionate rutting had been dancing with opened bottles of sweeted acholic beverages, perfume and more.

Surrounded by the majority of the female cast and a few brave fools for the casino's seasonal....I hazard to say performance....more like an avant-garde bastardization of some cultural myths from thousands of years ago.

One could consider me a king, surrounded by his well-satisfyed harem......I was merely a willing whore to these lonely souls.

For my heart belonged to one who was not laying upon my bare body in this room. One who is pure as her heart was kind.

These mortals can have my body....for everything else was hers....and hers alone.

I lay there pondering, how have I been so lucky as to not fully corrupt myself and give in to the chaos of deviancy and lust, does Slenessh not see the usefulness for their Chaos in me? Has the emperor blessed me with immunity, turning a blind eye to my activities? Is there nothing in this reality that could be even considered some divinity to hinder or help me, and I have just reverted to the comforting, familiar embrace of animalistic instinct....to endlessly spread my seed and be stirred by true unfiltered sexual high?

....than again....I could be just being....as chaplain Aldercon would so graciously say, 'being over dramatic '.... considering my role in this burlesque garbage.......he could be once again correct.

I turn my head to the hotel door, I could hear the heavy, lumbering footsteps our....our show director.... William Sleen.....

He unlocks the door, already smelling of his filthy cigars and tasteless cheap cologne.

"WAKE UP LADIES! oh I see there's a few gentleman here, hehe, come on folks! Next show starts at 5 o'clock this afternoon! Come on wakey wakey!", a quarter of a mortal man in sense of the word....his vision is just a sick, perverse fantasy of the exploitations of beauty, he was no cultured man either....his show from my understanding doesn't reflect the reality of the stories he had vicariously stole for profit. I could see him glinting at me through those glasses of his.

"Ah there's my Atlas! And my Hercules, and well hehe my big bronze robot.", he could barely even remember the correct name of his own characters.

"Do you mean, Talos? The bronze creation of the god of fire?", I could oml growl, everyone was in blissful peace this morning.

"Yeah yeah whatever! The guy who kidnaps Madea! Hmf, you college going types are so nitpicky, anyways Lady Luck for some damn reasons out to get a taste of your staff too. The hydrologic and pyrotechnics have broken down so looks like you won't sweatin all over the place for act 2. Sheesh.", he practically ravages the curtains open.

The collective groans spoke volumes of the protest of the early morning routine of waking up, eating their fill at the buffet downstairs for the day, and rehearsals until the show begins. It was clear the continued labor of the previous production's work load had exhausted them to the soul.

I gently coerced the actresses wrapped around my arms. "Ladies, good morning.", greeted by kisses to my chest and jaw are at this point a highlight of the morning. In spite of my guilt, I do not object to experiencing such pleasantries....the highest luxury back home on Deliverance.

"oooh good morning Wicky, last night was absolutely crazy.", Angelina cooed. Her twin, Magan, was busy getting up, caressing me. "Good morning handsome."

Adjust myself, clearing my throat, "Good morning every one.", my one command was enough to get the cast mobilized. "See ....a good morning is all you need.", ever since I've come into the scene.... Sleen has been having a bit of trouble even persuading anyone to even fallowing his suggestions.

His sneered grimace said it best on how he felt about me, "well I ain't paying you overtime to be a volunteer director here WICK. Anyways, I'm not in the mood for your Edger Allen Poe bullcrap either, I already have my brother coming in from Hollywood just POACHING my best and brightest.", his brother a movie producer named Carl Sleen, is his older sibling who's been known to make even the least known plebian into celebrities. His talent is to get hidden potential, and elevate them to fame and fortune.

From what I hear, it's a shame he is an exception and not an example.

"Well...hehe, he ain't getting my Selene. She's off limits. Can't have him taken my star performer.", he looks to me, knowing very well that he has also forbid me from interacting with her. The mortal equivalent of a squig hobbles to me, audaciously before I have even gotten out of the bed.

"Listen here big, oversized, cock. You know your role in the act, and it's to stay BENEATH the earth...yah got that? It means both on and OFF stage....", his reeking breath had nearly triggered my deepest fight response.... reminding me of the foul smelling Orks I was accustom to crushing under my boots.

"But of course.......it would be....greedy of me to ask for anything more.", I wasn't going to let this 'nurgling' get in my way.....I needed the money, but I also had to fane my loyalty to him if he were to pay me.

Selene was an immigrant from Mayotte, her family had to leave the country due to political tensions and later planned on escaping to Paris few years ago. Unfortunately, Selene had become caught in an international trafficking ring. Ending up here in this bright neon hell scape.

She was the best acrobatics performer in Los Vegas. She had worked her way through multiple shows, but now she was in Sleen's wardenship.

The crew head down stairs for our morning meal, I contemplate on how was I going to convince the battle brothers back at Fort Dorn not to put me under house arrest.

What has once started as a meaningless drive to challenge even the fastest of aircraft...now has metamorphosised into a mission to help Selene.

"So Wick, I heard yous almost died yesterday. Haha, what happened the Air Force narcs nearly beat at chicken or something?", one of our cast members, 'Tulio', was one of the back stage hands who had helped me get to my position since I had arrived in the outskirts of this city a few years ago.

"Yes. I crashed into one of the mountain sides. I lost control of the air stream and lost focus.", I responded.

"Man, you gotta be more careful, those guys at the air station literally go SPLAT if they crash. Lucky that fancy Ironman suit of yours actually works. Not like the cheap prop stuff.", he takes a quick look at the pantry chef at the dessert table. "Hey homes, I reckon you got 20... maybe 30 seconds. Mr. Wan is working.", the second I saw one of the chefs, I spared no second heading to him.

Covertly slipping him a piece of paper. "For Madame Moon, please.", I grab a plate not to see conspicuous.

He gives me a nod.

For my time here, I have befriended much of the casino staff, all of which willing to assist me with Selene.

"Smooth homes, by the way thanks I like cheesecake for breakfast.", Tulio takes the plate. "So what now, you and I don't got nothing to do for like ....8 hours?", he happy takes a sizable bite.

"hmmm....I'm in the mood for a rematch. Meet me at the truck in an hour.", as I get up from the table to pay the bill, I pass Selene.

She had passed by without a glance. As per Sleen's request....I couldn't tell what she was doing...but I'm certain she will answer the message.

End of log 12

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clarafyer · 6 months

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Omnomnom dehydrated apple chips are some of my favorite safe foods

Actually yk what I'll ramble about my sensory shit

So like I've loved spicy, bold flavours like hot cheetos, curry, buffalo wings, etc, and I'll never not accept them as a safe food.

Sometimes though my sensory needs just- change back and forth, like from "I will vomit if I eat avocado toast today" to "avocado toast is the only thing I will accept as breakfast today" which is I guess where audhd comes in. There are some foods that bypass all my shifting needs, like strawberries, dehydrated apples, hot cheetos, potato chips, and pasta (ESPECIALLY the bowties omg I love the bowtie pasta)

Aside from taste needs, sometimes I really REALLY need a tight hug, not because I'm having a rough day but just because my body really wants to be under pressure for like 4 seconds and then it's good, aND THEN IT SWITCHES TO "If my parents even just barely touch my hair I will die of the sudden itch and sometimes even pain"

Also florescent lights just kill me most of the time which is why I am very happy that most of my teachers don't have every light turned on in their classrooms

I need socks to walk anywhere around my house but I will have straight up insomnia if I wear them to sleep

I haven't ever gone fully non-verbal but when I talk I either have to repeat myself 4 times because of how quiet I'm mumbling, stutter too much to the point where I just restart my sentence after pausing, repeat a word when I didn't mean to (for example during a chapter review of Lord of the flies I said "Piggy and Piggy" instead of "Jack and Piggy" and I got laughed at D:) ORRRRR I NEED TO BE TOLD TO BE QUIETER BECAUSE I'M RAMBLING TOOFASTANDLOUDDD

I have two special interests: my OC lore, and Genshin Impact. My childhood special interest was- also my old OC lore (7 year old me had the amazing and magical story, ever so creatively named "the enchanted forest") that went on for like 4-5 years where I would always want to talk about it and think about it to sleep, aaaaaand My Little Pony (I'VE REWATCHED MLP AND NINJAGO BOTH LIKE AT LEAST 8 TIMES but I wouln't call Ninjago a special interest bc it was more of an on and off obsession-)

I do also have hyperfixations ofc and they usually last up to 2 months, pretty sure that lines up with the statistical average idk

Also sometimes I just need to- punch something with full force. I never get to though and Ik it'd feel great (I did throw a pillow like 5 times in a call with my friend when I was hyper though so like... I've been able to get that excitement out-)

I'm sometimes really slow or just straight up zone out mid-conversation which is frustrating on both ends

I have a wide and advanced vocabulary for my age but [read the prior paragraph on talking], I usually don't get to use it to it's full potential because of that issue .-.

(I just realized this whole rant about my stuff is gonna be perfect for if I can ever actually get diagnosed by someone yayyy)

Mom told me that as a 1-3 year old I never really played with my toys but just lined them up either by size or color (yk those like- tower thingies with the rings of differing sizes and colors? I always ordered them correctly just out of the need for it to look right)

When I was 5 this girl in Kindergarten had a sling on but it was a fancy bedazzled sling so I really wanted to feel the gems but she wouldn't let me and I got sad :(

I've always loved swings and those like- spider web climbing equipment, still do just because I like rocking around and being able to stretch and hang and maneuver around the differently angled bars/ropes on the spider web thing (SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THEY'RE ACTUALLY CALLED)

I also have this like- neck shaking and hand flapping tic/stim, sometimes it's uncontrollable sometimes it's a controllable urge, and when it's a tic it sometimes hurts or is just straight up excessive

Okay my mind is going blank now so buhbye this was super long if anyone read all of that- kudos to you, Idk why you would subject yourself to reading it all ok BYEEE

#actually autistic #undiagnosed neurodivergent #undiagnosed autistic #undiagnosed autism #undiagnosed adhd #autism food #autistic things #autism #audhd #actually audhd #audhd things

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vvyvernicus · 7 months

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So now that Fionna and Cake has officially ended and possibly won't get a second season, I've decided I'll make a small post about a character that's lived in my mind for a while. This of course has major spoilers for OG Adventure Time, so read at your own risk.

It takes place way back, before the Mushroom War even began. There is a woman in her mid twenties who works a dead end job in a cafe. It's not the most exciting job in the world, but it pays the bills. Specifically the loans she took out so that her comatose young sister can stay in hospital care. She knows that she can never pay them back, but works hard regardless.

But her life is not entirely gloomy. After all, there's that regular who comes to the cafe. He's a little dorky, always wearing these round black glasses and a bowtie. But there was just something so captivating when he talked, like he could make the most complicated topic sound easy and fun to understand. It wouldn't be far fetched to say his visits made her day.

She finally decides to confess and... he's brought his fiancee. She didn't know he had a fiancee, but that's cool. Her name is Betty. They're very good for each other and she can see that since now they both come together. She's happy for them and moves on with her life. As best as she can, it's a little hard to tell your brain to just stop liking someone immediately.

Then they both just stop showing up to the cafe. At first she thinks that they must have gone on another expedition together, since they had told her stories of their previous endeavors. But it had been months now. Eventually she has to tell herself that they aren't coming back. The country is now in shambles and it's only a matter until— bombs fell.

The world gets swarmed with nuclear radiation that mutates whatever it touches. She is of course caught in the blast while taking shelter in the cafe. Her body starts to mutate while she's unconscious. However when she wakes up she still looks... normal. Unlike the world around her which looks like a zombie apocalypse. She sees other people's bodies which have turned into grotesque slime creatures.

Of course, she immediately gets the hell away from them as she makes her way to the hospital. Her little sister had to be alive still. After all, she was. Her little sister was too pure to turn into one of those creatures. Oh. The hospital was destroyed. Completely crushed by the rubble.

It's fine. She's probably still alive right? If the rubble was just removed. She'll be okay. It's fine. It's fine. It's fine. It's not fine. Oh shit, they're coming this way.

The city she lived in was now swarming with those mutated slime monsters. She couldn't stay there anymore, it just wasn't safe. So she did what people do in those post apocalyptic shows and gathered as much supplies as she could into a backpack. Maybe she'd return to the city again once those monsters had dispersed or decreased in number. For now she just needed to get the hell out of there. Find somewhere safe, anywhere safe.

Weeks go by. This world seems to scare her out more and more as time goes by. Where is everyone else? She's not truly the last person alive, is she? Panic attacks become a more regular occurrence. The strange feelings in her body don't seem to help with them either.

While scavenging at the city's outskirts, she hears a child's scream. Not hearing a human sound in days, she rushes to the source. It's a girl with bluish skin—not human, but close to being attacked by those creatures. She cautiously approaches before the slime monster gets turned to ice.

She sees another blue skinned humanoid with long white hair and a beard. He's wearing this crown thing on his head. The girl immediately yells at him for putting it on and he takes it off and apologizes to her. For the first non slime mutants she had seen since this apocalypse began, she was intrigued. She got a little closer to observe them while keeping a safe distance.

No, she recognizes this outfit he's wearing. And those glasses he's wearing, but he's missing that little bowtie. Simon?! It's him, but different. Was he changed by the bombs too? She had to go over and see—

Shit. What's happening?! Why was her body changing all of a sudden? Why was she changing into this beast!?

Oh crap they see her now. Only now that she's transformed. God, they are terrified. She must look so scary to them. Run. That's all she can do. She can't let them see her like this.

She runs for what feels like weeks. Just running in that non human form. Sometimes she wants to change back, but it feels safer to be like this. Though, eventually she does when she reaches an area she wants to scavenge that is too small for that bestial form. But afterwards, she finds her body transforming right back.

Life goes on like this for months. She finds that she has control over this new power. But in a world that's become overwhelmed with danger, she finds security in that bigger, stronger body. She saw her reflection once in a pond. It reminded her of a nine tailed fox, but with many more eyes and much more terrifying.

She finally locates this elusive island of surviving humans. And she's sure that they are human since she's carefully observed them for a while. But she knows that she can't join them. After all, she's no longer a human herself. Even if she can morph her body to look like her old self, she can't say she's still human. And these humans are terrified of mutants. So she leaves to find her own place in this new world.

Years seem to be passing, but she never feels herself growing older. The mutants have become more sentient now and some even seem to be evolving. She still keeps her distance from them. She wasn't ready to trust anything yet. Her scavenging hobby still persisted as she kept looking for ways to hold onto the past.

Eventually she settled into this abandoned theme park. Using her beast form was easy to claim it as her lair and scare off anything that dared enter. Now she had a proper place to store her relics. With a few centuries of cleaning and polish, this place would turn into a real home. She even took a crack at this new magic stuff to set up a barrier to close it off to everyone else in the world.

Though there was something to be said about loneliness. She could never really connect with the less hostile variants that sprung up from the ashes of the world she once lived in. Her body could shapeshift into something of a mix between beast and her old human body shape. Especially since humans were apparently delicious, she couldn't walk around freely in her old body. But never once could she really connect with any of these new beings.

Her deep diving excavations of lost human technology eventually leads her to a snowy area. The ice and snow was a pain to dig through, even using her stronger body, but she was able to find a lot of good findings. At least until the self proclaimed ruler of these parts came over to complain to her. He calls himself the Ice King. Oh right, she's heard of him before. He's the weirdo who kidnaps the princesses of the lands.

Despite this, she remains respectful and offers to make a bargain. She'll continue digging stuff up, but allowing him to have whatever it is she finds and she takes the leftovers. Somehow he agrees with this. Huh, she didn't expect that. She was just going to keep digging regardless, but it was always nice to have permission.

Finding more human relics was always fun. Even if she already had dozens of old laptops, it was fun to keep building up her collection. The Ice King seemed unusually interested in her excavations to her surprise. Since she started digging, he'd frequently pop by to check on her. Sometimes it was like he forgot who she was, but once she reminded him the conversations would play out like normal.

Strange as he was, she found herself enjoying their little chats. Sure he was incredibly quirky and odd, but somehow she found it endearing. Having the penguins around was pleasant too. But it was him who made her days just a little more enjoyable. For the first time in centuries, she was really starting to feel genuine happiness again.

Of course there were things she didn't like. Like whenever a princess was captured. That was more annoying than anything. Since she had to quietly rescue them. Having them there seemed to lessen the chats she had with him after all.

Ah shit, she's got a crush on him. Somehow that happened. There were plenty of other weirdos she could have had crushes on. But no, her brain chose him. And she was perfect okay with this. Not like she could force herself to stop liking him, that's just not how crushes work.

There's just... something familiar about him. Specifically his voice. Oh shit, it's him. Like really him. The regular named Simon who she had a crush on decades ago when they were both still human. But like her, he's changed now, not only in appearance but in personality.

So she does a little research and she concludes that he is cursed. And the thing that cursed him is the crown that he wears. So of course she decides to see if there's anything she can do to break it. But when doing her research, she realizes something. If the curse is removed he becomes mortal again. Human. He'll age and die.

That's not what she wants. No. There has to be another way. A way to return him to normal and keep him at her side. Because like this he was suffering, she could see it. But she didn't want to watch him die. There just had to be another way...

I'll probably never write an actual story or plot surrounding this character. Not that I don't want to, but matching Adventure Time's tone and style in writing is a little bit tricky. But I hope you've enjoyed my little "what if" character. Now I should probably get back to writing that Winter King fic I said I'd write...

Anyways, thanks for reading my little brain dump!

#adventure time #fionna and cake #adventure time spoilers #simon petrikov #ice king #oc x canon #fanfiction #ao3 writer #brain dump #character concept #original character

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escapetheshark · 3 months

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Genre: smut; angst; supernatural; horror

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem reader

Word count: 2,8k

Warnings: adult language, smut, blood and gore, raw meat, masturbation

Summary: Tired of being exploited, two low-wage workers bond over their desire to eat the rich. Quite literally.

A/N: I don't know, lads. Happy late Halloween? This is pretty disturbing by SKZ fanfic standards, you have been warned. Dead dove, do not eat. It is chaptered, but it's gonna be short and I promise I'll update Off The Deep End soon.

Chapter 1 of ?

The rat race. I am not caught up in it. What I am caught up on is the need to afford basic necessities. I have no desire to climb the ladder, I simply desire to exist comfortably. But comfort does not desire to exist in me, as is proven by the excruciating torsion in my spine, as I pick up yet another wet rag off the floor. It's been a particularly difficult day between bags full of dirty linen, wet towels and toilet brushes. It aches, it canes, it's hot and sticky and uncomfortable and I have no choice but to endure it, even though I'm tired and hungry.

"Excuse me," it's faint, the voice. Like its owner can sense the sleeping bear within me and does not wish to disturb it. I don't spare it any mind as I lazily shift to the side to allow him to pass, glancing at the dress-pants-clad round buttocks as the man pushes his little mini-bar trolley through the corridor. Nice, I catch myself muttering, the glance turned into a gaze. The encounter is quickly forgotten, however, as a ping on my phone snaps me back to reality - oop, there goes gravity. Sadly, there is no mum's spaghetti this time. Can you please bring down the linen bag from the 5th floor? The sigh that leaves my throat is more like a pterodactyl screech as I saunter away into the storage room.

It's hard not to sulk into the barely comfortable chair, staring at the plate full of dried-out croissants - guest breakfast leftovers, pondering whether or not I should just wrap one of them in a napkin and take it home, like a bottom feeder who can't afford fresh croissants from the bakery. Which is true. Still, having to acknowledge it so blatantly makes my head hurt. Fuck it, I'll put it into the toaster for dinner.

"Rough day?"

"As rough as all other days," I shrug, not sparing the man even a look. But he demands to be looked at when he loudly places a mug on the table in front of me and sits across from me. It's the mini-bar boy, still wearing his pristine white button-up shirt, yet his clip-on bowtie has gotten lost somewhere and the two top buttons are undone, his milky skin peaking through. "You?"

"Yep."

I can't help but stare at his neck, skin supple and pale, prominent veins adorning it so purely. I get horny when I'm tired and angry, maybe that's why this random co-worker I hardly ever talk to, who doesn't even look particularly appetising to me most of the time suddenly seems like one hell of a snack. The whole damn meal, even.

The steam from the hot drink he's placed in front of me fogs up my glasses as I inhale the scent of lemon herbal tea, the fancy stuff we have for guests that we're not supposed to drink ourselves. "Cheers," I simply say, looking at the man.

Perhaps it's awfully cliché, but it does feel like time has come to a halt now that I've sat down for a minute and put down the mop. I haven't dared to look in a mirror yet, but I can imagine my hair completely out of place and dishevelled, my face red from the heat and exertion, eyes dead behind my thick glasses. In front of me, however, Chris - I'm pretty sure his name is Chris - looks nearly immaculate with his carefully combed hair, perfectly rosy cheeks and a slight glint in his eyes. He must have a good home life, I think to myself, or he doesn't watch the news.

"I spend 8 hours a day cleaning beautiful bathtubs, yet I go home and take a 5-minute shower in nearly cold water because my water heater has been fucked for God knows how long and these cunts don't pay me enough to pay rent and bills, get groceries and get shit fixed."

Chris seems caught off-guard by my sudden statement and I'd feel awkward if I wasn't too exhausted to fully care about a co-worker's opinion. He takes a sip of his tea and I do the same, both hands holding onto the warm mug in an attempt to keep them busy. "These shoes are so fucking uncomfortable," he confesses, his eyes on mine, a certain mischief glistening on them. "I spend 8 hours a day pushing around a trolley full of expensive alcohol, yet I go home to shitty supermarket beer."

"Touché, friend!"

He glances at his wristwatch before leisurely getting up, walking to the sink and washing his mug, then grabbing his jacket and backpack off a shelving unit full of other employees' personal belongings. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, friend. I have some shitty beer to drink." I look at my watch too and let out a beastly yawn. The bus is a few minutes away and it's way too cold to wait at the bus stop, so I sip my tea slowly while mindlessly scrolling on my phone, desperate for some kind of stimulation or excitement, but all I see are photos of babies, cats, dogs and food.

It's dark by the time I get home to my overpriced, tiny and desperately needs TLC studio apartment and my stomach is growling, I haven't eaten in Lord knows how many hours, save for the dried croissant, and even the uncooked mince in my fridge is starting to seem appetising. Cooking is exhausting, ordering in is expensive, the grocery store is a bit too far away to justify walking just for a frozen pizza, and the dairy is closed by now. What else do I have? Stale bread, half a pot of vegemite, no butter… Why is that raw meat actually feeling like it would go down? No cooking time, no clean-up. Is raw pork really that bad for you? That's crazy, maybe what I need is a shower, a four-finger self-loving session and to just fucking sleep. Sleep for dinner, a poverty classic.

Porn is useless these days, ever since I read that article about how porn stars are mistreated and the websites are full of non-consensual bulshit, I can't even watch it anymore, let alone get off. My fucking hunger for knowledge always ruins my life… I could go read some smut, but I always end up criticising the poor grammar and spelling and unrealistic scenes instead of getting wet. I haven't fucked in a while, so I don't even remember what that feels like, what a cock looks like, the warmth of someone's fingers pushing inside of me, stretching me out… Chris. The hot mini-bar boy from work. He has nice fingers, right? Despite being short and kind of average, he's generally easy to look at. Just some guy, but he has dimples when he smiles and there is definitely a glint of mischief in those brown eyes of his, not to mention his arse looks phenomenal in those black dress pants he always wears. Yeah, Chris will do. The awkwardness of thinking about a co-worker while masturbating doesn't last long, it eventually fades when my finger easily finds the exact spot in my clit that makes it feel good. Normally, I'd half-heartedly rub on it for a while until it makes my walls clench around nothing and call it a day, but today I'm in the mood to prolong it a bit, make it a bit of a show. Where did I put my dildo? I haven't used that one in a while and it was far too pricey to be collecting dust.

My stomach growling is slightly distracting, even with my arsehole full and my clit being fustigated by the calloused pads of my fingers, hips rotating as I desperately try to swallow the dildo whole, my pussy throbs around nothing, empty and wet. Why I chose today to try shoving something up my ass is a mystery, but I couldn't help it, it's like I've been possessed by some kind of hungry monster who won't be satisfied with a 5-minute session of clit rubbing accompanied by some run-of-the-mill vaginal insertion. No, today I crave more, insatiable, for whatever goddamn reason. I have to cover my mouth with my free hand, lest my desperate groans alert the neighbours, and the second I imagine Chris lying on top of me, cock where the dildo currently is, biting my neck, I crumble. It travels up my body like lightning, I've never come this hard in my entire life and I can't even process how I feel about it as I see those white dots behind my shut lids.

Fuck!

Everything feels fuzzy when the alarm inevitably pulls me from the sweet embrace of unconsciousness. I forget about my weird dream almost immediately, but not before noting that I should probably never go to bed that hungry again, because it definitely fucked me up. At least it's the last day at work before my regularly scheduled time to do chores around the house, also known as days off. There's a weird smell floating around the apartment, but I chalk it up to mould or some kind of plumbing issue that will never get solved before hopping in the shower, my arsehole is still sore from last night's treatment. What got into me, I will never understand. I'd rather forget about it, but the ache won't let me. There's blood circling the drain, I'm not sure where it could be coming from. Did I cut myself? Is it my period? Did I tear something inside me when I stretched my sphincter with a dildo? What the-

Along with the blood, I see blurry chunks of… something. Meat? Am I peeling away? Panic starts to set in as I search every inch of naked skin for a deep cut or something, is it my ass? Is my ass actually that badly bruised it's somehow peeling away? The smell gets more intense the more chunks fall into the drain, causing it to clog, water pooling on the floor. I bend down, my body squeezed against the too-narrow shower walls, I can't see very well without my glasses but I hesitantly reach my hand towards the drain and it feels absolutely abhorrent, the texture is so nasty I nearly add vomit to the mixture. I bring it to my nose, the stench is beyond agonising. Is this- is this mince pork? Why is there minced pork on my drain? I can't handle it anymore, and I feel my insides spill on the shower tile, unable to flow anywhere, I can barely breathe and my head is spinning.

By the time I come to my senses, I'm lying on a bed that isn't mine, and I know this because the mattress feels way too thin and the air doesn't feel stuffy and mould-ridden. I hear voices around me that I don't recognise and opening my eyes is futile since I have no idea where my glasses are. I try reaching out for them, surely they'd be on some sort of bedsible table, but I immediately feel a sting on my hand and something attached to it.

"Oh you're up," a female voice says, but all I can make out of the woman is her small stature and the fact that she's wearing something teal-coloured. "Here," she said finally handing me my glasses so that I could see my depressing surroundings - a hospital room, sterile and blunt as they tend to be. "You fainted in the shower, so we got you on IV and just let you sleep it off, we'll need to run some tests just to make sure there's no underlying condition, which doesn't seem to be the case according to your history. You should be released hopefully tomorrow morning."

Although I can definitely see more clearly, I still have no idea what is happening. The last thing I remember is vomiting in the shower, and then I woke up here. I'm not sure I have the energy to piece together the little clues I have, or even think about any clues whatsoever, but I find myself hungry again. My head pangs as I painstakingly get up from the cold hard hospital bed and I drag around the IV in search of a vending machine or a canteen or anything I can eat, my legs weak as the room slowly spins around me. The only thing I can smell is blood and it makes my stomach hurt even more. I get back to my room having found a couple of cardboard-flavoured protein bars, a can of coke and some crackers, but my hunger remains unquenchable and I can't figure out why my stomach won't stop hurting, and I surely don't even wish to think about how I ended up in the hospital to begin with, how would someone even find me in the shower passed out in a pool of my own vomit, and how mortifying the thought of being found in such condition by an actual human being even feels.

By the time the nurse brings me lunch, I am starving like a wolf. It all looks and smells unappetising, nevertheless, I swallow without chewing, inhaling the flavourless rice and meat, using my bare hands to shovel it into my mouth, barely able to take a breath in between. Thankfully, the nurse left and the curtains that separate my section of the room from my neighbour's are drawn shut, or they would think me an animal. I consume the meal within seconds, something I've never been able to muster even at the top of my hunger, yet I crave more. I'm nowhere near satiated and I wonder if I can ask for another portion, but the lack of seasoning does throw me off. My stomach grumbles again, and the last time I tried sleeping it off I ended up in this predicament, plus I'm missing work which means my pay will be even more nauseating than that soggy broccoli I just wolfed down. Speaking of work, when the nurse comes back to retrieve my empty tray, she brings news of a visitor. There he stands, not tall yet somehow mighty, painfully average looking yet the reason I shoved a dildo up my ass last night - I think it was last night, at least.

"How are you feeling," he asks, still standing there like a looming demon, hands in his pockets. This is the first time I see him wearing street clothes as opposed to the penguin uniform. I want to ask why he's visiting me at the hospital, given that we're merely co-workers and have barely exchanged any meaningful conversation in the past few months.

"I'm- I'm alright, I guess. Why are you here?" He chuckles for some reason, dark eyes piercing as always and those pretty dimples of his making an appearance. What he says next leaves me in a state of disarray I've never felt before, humiliated to the bones.

"Well, I did find you naked face down in your own spew, so I thought I'd check on you and make sure you're alive."

And he laughs. He laughs like he knows I'm utterly degraded, IV stuck in my hand, weak and trembling as he confesses to having found me in that state and somehow taken me to the hospital.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone about the raw meat. That's our dirty little secret." And he winks, a shit-eating grin I wouldn't have imagined on such a wet towel of a man.

I'm blinking, fully panicking but afraid to make it a spectacle, I can feel sweat running down my back and my pussy tightens in discomfort. Raw meat? I don't remember any- What exactly happened? The weird dream comes back to me, where I crouched by my open fridge and gobbled down that leftover raw minced pork like a goblin. Then my shower drain clogged in whatever weird bloody substance… No no no no, this can't be real…!

Chris seems amused by my panic as he approaches me, sitting on the fragile hospital bed beside me and leaning in so close I can feel his breath caress my skin and smell his breath when he whispers right in my face. "The cravings. I have them too. You'll get used to it." He leaves at once like he didn't just shift my entire world upside down and make me feel the most humiliated I've ever felt in my entire life. Next, he's gonna tell me he also found me with the dildo up my ass and whimpering his name? But the cravings… What cravings? And he has them too? I feel dizzy and I keep thinking this too is part of that weird, never-ending dream. Come on now, where's my alarm? I'll gladly go to work just this once.

To be continued

#neverendingdreams #n.sft #fanfiction #disturbing #idk how to tag

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fdragon-art · 5 months

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Day 25 (30 Days | Homestuck - Day 11 ) - Cherubs/Dreambubbles (Calliope/Caliborn)

"A split soul, in all the truest meanings of the word. One must imagine the gods laughing at the irony they have created. Two souls, so opposite they would explode into a fiery cataclysm that would rock the heavens, forced to survive together in the same body.

"One must imagine the cherub happy, constantly rolling the boulder up the hill called their life"

=Thoughts=

If ever there was a good use for the symmetry ruler, it's for a piece of contrast between two people. Even so, I'm beginning to think I'm relying on it a little too much...still, though...

It's a simple enough process when you start with a body that would match the two of them. It's super simple here when they literally share the same body. The only major difference would be their clothes, so starting with sketching the body on which to put their separate clothes on made sense.

I did find myself not quite realising how little difference they had, such as sharing shoe shape & size as well as sharing pants. It seems only their top is really different in appearance, and even then, they share the bowtie as well. It's pretty funny to think about for some reason.

The head shape was a little strange to think about, so I just did something simple enough that it looked like one of the cherubs. I'm sure if I practiced it a bunch, the head shape would look decidedly different. I'll just chalk that down to ''Oh well'' heheh.

#homestuck #30days #calliope #caliborn #year 4 #art #I've drawn Calliope once or twice before and I've drawn Caliborn (back-facing) once #I really like their place in the story.. and there's definitely something compelling about both of their stories.. as contrasts and similar #But I guess as far as drawing goes they don't really itch much of a scratch for me ^^''

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xx-just-c-xx · 2 months

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Florida Birthday Girl — Vignette

Florida wake up like it a everyday thing but today she wakes up and put her glasses to see the group of eeveelutions sleeping next to a box. She walk towards the eeveelutions and wake them up.

"Good morning my dear"

"Sylveon!"[Morning!]

"Why this box here?"

"Umbr"[For you]

"For... Me?"

"Eevee! Ee eevee!"[Yes! It for you!]

"I guess I have to open the box?"

"Jolt"[Yes] All of the eeveelutions started to cry out for Florida to open the box.

"Okay okay, I'll open it" Florida started to open the box to see an outfit

"This look really beautiful, it really for me to wear?"

"Sylv sylveon"[Of course, it for you]

"Espe"[Please wear it]

"Ok I'll go charge into this" Florida go charge into the outfit.

What she wears is a black long sleeved dress shirt and a plain black pants, she also wears a white jacket with bronze buttons. A sash that colour white and the outside is pink reads 'Birthday Girl' in blue italic writing, a mini white bowtie pin at the end of the sash, a 'February 23' in gold italic that have white, blue and pink ribbon as a pin on left side, on the collar have a bow made out of ribbon in the middle of the bow, lays a golden star, with the Night Raven symbol in the center, there's a pokeball pin above the 'February 23' pin and lastly she wears a pair of black high heels that have a little bit of gold into it.

"Leafe" "Vapor"[You look great]

"Thanks guys, eh?" Sylveon close Florida's eyes "Sylveon? why you doing this?"

"Sylv sylv sylveon"[Don't worry mom, just follow us]

"Ok ok, I will, so take me away"

All the eeveelutions take Florida to downstairs. When Sylveon open Florida's eye, what she saw was something she never thought will happen.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLORIDA" All of Florida's friends here and all the crys of her pokemon saying happy birthday.

"Thanks guys"

|Time for the interview|

"I remember there'll be someone who interviews me, do you know who?"

"Sylv"[No]

"I hoping that I didn't come late"

Florida turn to see... Jade.

"Oh hello Jade, you not late"

"I see, well happy birthday Perfect-san here a gift from me" Jade handed Florida a little terrarium.

"Oh? a terrarium"

"Yes, I thought that maybe your pokemon that is small enough could be inside to stay or sleep in there"

"I see, Thanks you, so I believe you'll interview me like I did to other?"

"Yes, let us begin so How's the party?"

"It was wonderful that all my friends and my pokemon do all of this for me" Florida smile about of the party.

"Ah I see, so how about, would you care to share a birthday memory from the past?"

"Well in the past I just traveling all around, seeing new thing, met some old friends, so I guess I never celebrate my own birthday for the last 11 years"

"Wow that is really long time"

"Yeah, Oh wait I remember something on my fifth birthday I got my first pokemon"

"I see, well do back in your world people get their first pokemon at five?"

"Some but most will get when they are ten years old and my dad happened to be a pokemon breeder, given an Eevee now he is a Sylveon"

"Sylv!"[Yep!]

"Oh? A pokemon breeder what is that?"

"They are trainers who nurse Pokémon from birth and guide their growth. They also breed Pokémon to pass on specific traits that they want the offspring to have and try to understand how Pokémon learn and grow"

"So that is your dad's job, so what about your mom?"

"My mom was a gym leaders, well a ghost gym leaders, the main job of a gym leader is to test trainers and their Pokémon so that they are strong and resourceful enough to take the Pokémon League challenge, and I have done that before and became a pokemon champion but lost to someone else, everyone still call me the champion because of what I did for them when I still the champion"

"Wow, it look like the people really like you so much"

"I guess so"

"So after not being a champion, what did you do?"

"Traveling all around, try new thing and I became the queen of eeveelutions that is because of most of my pokemon contest I at least use one of the eeveelutions"

"Oh, like one that you did on VDC?"

"Yes like that"

"I see, thanks you for doing this interview with me, Happy birthday Florida"

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #pokémon #twisted wonderland crossover #pokemon x twisted wonderland #twst x pokemon #twst florida #twst jade

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zaynahfrozenfrost · 1 year

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A Date With Timotheé Chalamet

It's been about 9 years since I met Timotheé. I met him when he was in a movie called "Interstellar" and since then, we remained friends for 7 years. We were always there for each other at our downfalls. 2 years ago today, Timotheé asked me out and this is the story.

I was teaching my day-shift students English Literature. Then I received a call from someone. It was Timotheé and I picked it up.

"Hello Timotheé! Did something happened?"

"Y/n, I have something important to tell you. Can you skip your day-shift classes with a lie and come to the park at 16th Avenue?"

"Uh... I don’t know Tim but, I'll try. Do I have to come now? If I have to then, okay I will!"

"Yes! As soon as possible!"

I hung up and since my class ended, I went to the principal. "Good Afternoon Y/n, did anything happen?" Madam asked. "Yes! My mom got a serious headache and fainted. Can I go home and just miss my other classes?" I asked her. "Of course, I suppose your parent's health is your priority" she said. I thanked her and left the office. I went to my car and I tried to drive it as fast as I can.

Then I arrived. I saw Timotheé sitting at one of the benches, most probably waiting for me. I ran to him as quick as I can.

"Hi Timotheé!"

"Y/n!" he hugged me

"What did you wanted to tell me that was so important?"

"Can you sit down on the bench?" he asked

"Sure" I sat down

"All these years with you, are some of the best years of my life Y/n. I don’t know but I've been in love with you since day 1. You are extraordinary,kind,beautiful inside out and intelligent. This feels like the perfect time to say this so, I wanted to ask in the most sincere way possible. Will you go out with me?" he asked

"Tim, I don't know what to say... I had a crush on you ever since I saw you in Interstellar. I have been in love with you since the first day. I just wasn’t ready to start another relationship with someone else after Alexander. But now, I am ready so yes! I will go out with you!!" then he hugged me and I gave him a kiss.

"I have something I know you wanted for years" he says and hands it to me

"Open it"

"You, you knew I liked Marchesa?" I never told him I liked that red bowtie dress that Taylor Swift wore in 2009 in that one magazine.

"Why wouldn’t I? After all, I know everything you like and dislike. By the way, wear this dress at 8pm night and I'll come to pick you up" he said

"Thank you, just thank you Tim! I wish I could've gotten you something" I said with regret

"Hey, the biggest gift I've ever received in my life is you" he told me

I was happy all day long and couldn’t wait for 8pm to arrive

7:30 pm arrived and I just got back from my shower and wore my dress. It felt so nice, I still can't believe I actually have this dress now. I did my makeup, curled my hair, wore some earrings and I wore a bracelet that Timotheé gave me a long time ago. I wore my shoes and the doorbell rang. It was Tim and he was wearing a blue suit, get it, A BLUE SUIT!? And Blue is my favourite colour.

"You look extraordinary!" he complimented me

"You look like a prince from the castle" I told him

"And you're my princess! Let's go" he said

We sat in a nice car. It only took us 30 minutes to get there. I never knew he was going to take us to Claudette's! The food there is very pricey and I didn’t want him to pay it all. The good thing is that I bought my small purse which had a 100. We reached Claudette's and overall, the place was beautiful. We sat on our table and then came the waiter. We had the menu card handed to the both of us. I was searching for the meal that had a low price.

"Mon amour? Did anything happen?" he asked

"Nothing!" I grew more and more anxious

"Hey don't worry, it's all on me" he said it to calm me down

"I'll have-" "I'll have the Cassoulet and she'll have the Quiche Lorraine with the Escargots" he said what I wanted even before I said it.

"Hey Tim, I have a question. Are you a mind reader?"

"Not really but when it comes to you, I can read exactly whatever your face says" he said with a cute smile

We talked for hours like crazy. We shared some of our life stories and had so many things in common. Then the food arrived. It was the first I ever ate expensive food and it was also the first time I drank Wine. I never noticed there were people playing music for us. In the middle of our conversation, he asked me.

"Can I share this dance with you?"

"I'm not good at danci-" he grabbed my hand and started dancing with me. I don’t know but, today my dancing was on control and I was shocked. Timotheé can dance amazingly and I was mesmerized. We also shared a kiss at the dance. We paid the amount of money together. Then it was 10:30 pm and we went back home. It was the best night ever and I'll never forget how it was! Maybe life is sometimes a fantasyland and it was all like a fairytale.

#timotheé chalamet #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet x you #timothee x reader #timothee x y/n #reader imagine #reader insert

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