#so I don’t think Wonka wants me to forget about that

[rosesloveletters]

I think Wonka must be jealous I’m about to be spending a lot of time with Beetlejuice 🫣😂👀

[camatchoum]

What about me...

Timothée Chalamet x reader

Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

Summary : You and Timothée have been dating in private. You both want to keep the privacy. But what happens when his PR team has a new idea?

Words : 4.4K

Disclaimer : Hi, here is part 2. Hope you enjoy it. Sorry for the wait. I have to study all day. But don't forget that there is no hate for Kylie or their couple. If they're happy, then it's all that matters.

Warnings : fluff, angst

“Hi Timmy!” You say with a lot of joy. You were so excited to finally be able to hear his voice after what felt like so long.

“Hi mon ange” he says with much less excitement. He was very relieved to hear your voice but he knows what is about to come.

“Are you okay? Is everything alright?” You ask with concern. Of course, you picked immediately that something was off. But maybe he was just tired.

“Don’t worry, I had a long day” he answers, and even if you are not sure whether he is believing him or not, you start to talk to him a bit about what you were doing. But he wasn’t listening. How could he do that? You were there on the phone, sweet voice full of happiness, and all he could think about was the contract he had just signed a few hours ago.

“Timmy? Timothée? Timothée!” You yell a little to gain his attention. Okay, now you were sure something was very wrong.

“I’m sorry mon cœur, I just.... I-I... I’m just so sorry” he sighs. You could hear the desperation in his voice, and by the way he was talking, you could swear he was on the verge of crying. His voice feels so fragile, so broken.

“Sorry? What are you sorry for? Timmy what’s happening? Are you okay?” Your voice full of worry. Is he hurt? Did something really bad happen to him or to his family or even to one of his friends? You don’t know what to do right now because all you could do is wait for him to tell you what is going on. “Timmy I need you to tell me something, please. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay physically, I swear” he mumbles. He knows he has to tell you. The longer he waits, the harder it gets, but he doesn’t want to be the reason behind your sad face. You were full of worry, and he was about to make things even worse. “I-I-I did something today, something really bad. And I don’t know how to tell you”

“It’s okay I’m sure whatever it is, we can work something out together, okay?” You didn’t really know what to think. You want to be there for him, but what if it is something that will break your heart? Now, you are just afraid of what he is about to say.

“I had a meeting earlier with the PR team” he begins, and you hold your breath, preparing yourself of what’s about to come. “They had this idea to help me gain attention from the public. And I wasn’t really happy about it”

“Wha-What is it?” you ask. It takes some time, but he finally sighs and tells you.

“They want me to date someone” your heart stops. “They asked me to date Kylie Jenner” He finally tells you what was on his chest. But he doesn’t have time to feel relieved or relaxed because stress starts to eat him whole.

“I-I-I” you are at a loss of words. You don’t know what to say or how to react. It’s like the information didn’t kick in your brain. “I just don’t know what to say.... I don’t understand why?”

“They think that if I date her then I’ll be in the spotlight and that my movies will gain a lot of interest since apparently poeple are mad for the report of Dune and that Wonka doesn’t come out until December.” He explains to you trying to help you understand their mind even if he’s not okay with it.

“And what did you say?” You don’t really understand how that is the best solution, but you wanted to know what he thought of it.

“I told them no, of course, I was really angry at them, and I still am.” You feel relieved that at least he doesn’t want this. But you know there’s more. “But...” There it is “I still signed the contract”

“Why....?” you ask with your voice barely a whisper. He exhales loudly.

“I promise you I said no at first, I told them that I couldn’t do it because I didn’t want to and that it was clearly not necessary. All I could think about was that I already had you as my girl, and I didn't need or want to replace you. I couldn't do that to you, to us” he defends himself, and you could hear that he started to cry. “But I couldn’t tell them that, and I thought that you wouldn’t want me to expose us just for that. I just didn’t know what to do. I felt trapped and overwhelmed with the situation. I felt like I couldn’t get out of it, so I just signed and left.”

You just don’t know what to feel. Well, yes, you feel nothing. Your brain is just offline, like it doesn’t want to process everything. What are you supposed to say? Seriously? Of course you aren’t okay that’s for sure, but are you supposed to cry or to understand what he did? That he didn’t have a choice? Or did he really have any? You wanted to say that he should have told them about you, but was revealing your relationship really the best idea? Do you really want the public to know? Definitely not.

“Mon cœur? Please say something... I need you to tell me what you think”

“What would you have to do?” You ignore his, please. And of course, he knows you were doing it on purpose, so he sighs.

“They told me that it’s going to be just a lot of fake pictures, really. With us walking outside, holding hands, and being fake happy. And maybe some kisses but nothing, including lips. I can assure you that. I only want yours”

“Nothing much bigger?”

“No not for the moment, at least. They want us to have this act like we dont want people to know, but we are not good at hiding it. They want us to reveal it in a bigger way, but they don’t know how for now” he knows this isn’t the best, but he wants to at least be completely honest with you.

“No kissing?”

“No I promise I won’t put my lips on hers”

“When does it start?”

“Tomorrow” if people could ask him, no, he didn’t feel like he was doing an interrogation. “I promise I will tell you everything before anything happens so that there is no surprise” he waits a moment before he hears you sigh. You were processing everything, contemplating what to say or even what to feel.

“Okay” you just say.

“Okay? Are you really sure it’s okay?”

“Listen, I’m sorry, but I just don’t know how to feel. Of course I’m not glad and it’s like I don’t understand how it is the best thing to do. My head tells me that you didn’t think of us, of me. But-”

“Y/N I promise you I did it because all I could think about is you and-“ he tries to tell you, afraid that you are mad at him but this time you are the one cutting him off

“BUT at the same time I’m really glad you didn’t expose us. I-We discussed it a million times, and I’m not ready for the public to know. I like us this way.”

“Me too” he smiles for the first time since the start of this conversation. “You know I want to keep you to myself as much as you do” and when he hears you giggles, he just knows that everything’s going to be okay. It will be hard, but you could both survive this.

“You need some rest now, okay? It’s really late for you”

He doesn’t want to go, but it’s really late, and with all the things that happened today, he was just so exhausted. But at the same time, he was glad it was okay between the two of you. “You are right, I should go to sleep”

“When am I not right?” You tease.

“I wouldn’t put myself in your bad side, so I’m not going to add anything .” he chuckles. “I love you so much”

“Really really really?”, and his smile just got bigger.

“Really really really.”

And with that, you hang up the phone. Timothée went straight to bed. He was really exhausted. And on the other side, there is you, looking at your phone reviving everything from this conversation. Your boyfriend is going to date another woman just for the purpose of his new movies. And that’s when it hits your brain, and you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You wanted to understand him and the need of this situation, but you just couldn’t. Everything felt like a dream for one and a half years, and now what? The universe didn’t want you to be happy? You aren’t mad at Timothée you really aren’t but how are you supposed to take all of this?

And your head just kept spiralling for at least two hours until there were no tears anymore because you just relaxed yourself. Timothée loves you, and you know it isn’t just words. It’s real, and you love him too, so much. So all you have to do is watch him act in real life with another woman, but you know that at the end of the day, he is yours.

You felt really better, as happy as you can be right now, but you still want to talk a little about it with someone, so you take your phone and dial the number.

“Hi girl what’s up?” Zendaya’s voice comes out once she picked up.

“Hi Z. Nothing much really. I just wanted to talk” you say, and Zendaya could see right through you like a best friend would.

“Aaargh what did he do?” she groans, knowing it's about Timothée and you could hear Tom in the background asking the same thing, and rapidly enough, you are sure Z put the phone on speaker for him to hear. Yes, you were private, but in this world, private means that Zendaya and Tom knew about it. They were your best friends, after all.

“It’s not really him that did something. It’s his PR team” and you go on and on about the whole conversation that you just had with your boyfriend. How he was supposed to date Kylie Jenner and the promises that he did to you and, of course, why he did accept.

“Oh my that’s bloody messed up” Tom says “Ouch!” and that’s Zendaya hitting him on the head. “Sorry Y/n/n”

“No that’s okay, you are right” you chuckle, but Z wasn’t having it. She can’t wait to call this Halamet boy.

“How do you feel about that?” she asks with such concern that you laugh lightly, but soon between your laughs, there is a sob.

“I’m just really, really afraid of what’s coming, guys. I love and trust him with all my heart, but” and the tears are back. “I’m just so afraid of what is going to happen to us. What if this stupid idea just tore us apart? I dont want to lose him.”

“Listen Y/n/n.” Tom catches your attention “You need to calm down because, yes, this idea is really bad, but I promise you that everything is going to work on in the end.”

“He’s right, you know. This guy loves you so much it’s sickening. You two are far worse than us, and that tells a lot. I can assure you that you two will just love each other even more and I can tell you that we have your back. I’m going to make sure that he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

The words of your friends give you so many feelings, and you mostly feel confident. You can do it. You both can because you love each other and mostly you trust each other. It’s just a phase, a bad long moment to go through together.

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate that. Everything is going to work out.”

“Of course it is.” Z add. “I just want to give you a hugg now, but we have to wait two freaking months.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see you two at the convention for Dune”

“It’s going to be bloody awesome.” And you all laugh.

“Thank you, guys. I’ll call you later.”

“Bye Y/n/n!” they both say, and then the call is over.

And with that, you work to the end of the day before going to sleep. You. Could. Do. this.

The next morning Timothée wakes up. Not really feeling it. After what happened last night, he doesn’t know what to think. And it’s also because today is the start of the worst role he ever had to play. He goes to his emails and sees that Jack sends him what the plan is for today. Apparently all he has to do is go the his favorite coffee shop to order something and sit for awhile and Kylie will appear like magic and discussing for awhile and paparazzi will have a private source to tell them where they are. At least that’s easy to do and doesn’t need a lot of romance. He forwards you the mail so that you know when you’ll wake up. He just goes on with all the prep he has to do and put on a cosy outfit so that the paparazzi don’t know it’s all a part of the plan. He walks to the coffee shop, enjoying the fresh morning before autumn starts. When he arrives, he orders his coffee and goes straight to a boot next to a window that will be best for the photos. Just when he sits down, he gets a text from Zendaya. Oh no. He was in for a ride.

Z- She called me crying last night.

T- I know it’s really messed up. How is she?

Z- Afraid mostly. She doesn’t want to lose you. I understand your way of thinking but this isn’t a good idea.

T- You really think I don’t know that? I’m sorry, but I just felt so overwhelmed, and I didn’t know what to do.

Z- Just be careful, okay? She trusts you. Don’t make her doubt on anything. Alright?

T- Z I’m in love with her, and you know that. I will do everything so that nothing hurts her more. I promise.

Z- I trust you with that. Call me or Tom if you need help with anything.

T- Will do. Thank you, Z. I promise I will take care of this.

Z- You better.

“I’m sorry, is this seat taken?” he hears a voice. And when he looks up, he sees none other than the Kylie Jenner dresses in a casual outfit with sunglasses on, just like him. She wears a big smile and he reciprocates it.

“Of course not. Otherwise, the plan is not going to work” he feels bad for letting that go so easily. “Sorry just not really feeling like I want to be in this situation”

“Don’t worry about that, I understand. When they told me what we had to do for the sake of our careers, I was a little mad.”

“But you accepted it anyway” he says a little to defensively.

“If you think it was my idea, then forget about it. But I mean, I see where they want to go with this, and it can’t affect me in a bad way, so I signed. It will help my brand, so that’s cool.” She explains.

He wanted to feel hate for her, but this isn’t her fault. Yes, she agrees with all of this, but she doesn’t know that there is someone in his life. He doesn’t know if he should at least tell her so that she knows that there are some limits for him, and that’s why he acts a little too angry. But after reflection, he doesn’t want her to know for now. He doesn’t know if he can trust her. And so the plan begins. They talk, not so much, but they talk a little, and when they receive a text from their managers telling them that the paparazzi are outside, they go and act. Laughing and after an hour of pretending, they both get up and say goodbyes, leaving in different directions.

You are in your kitchen, cooking when you see the photos trending on Twitter. Your boyfriend and Kylie Jenner are laughing while drinking in a coffee shop. You aren’t surprised since you read the mail. And with that, the plan begins. You are okay for now, at least. It’s all fake, after all.

And it goes on and on for a month and a half. They started to do more and more fake dates. Each one you knew about appart for two because Timothée didn’t know about them until they happened. There is nothing to be mad about, but you are hoping it doesn’t happen again because it was making you more anxious. You are globally okay. Each day Timothée makes sure you know that he loves you even if these past few days he stopped sending you cute texts. But you still try to call every day, even if it happens less and less, and he drowns you in sweet words, even if the calls are really short because he’s so tired. There's nothing to be worried about, right? That’s all normal. You think too much.

You are preparing a suitcase because tomorrow you’ll fly out to see Timothée. You are really missing him and sort of in need of his presence. Even with all the sweet words, you are starting to worry a little and to get a little insecure. So, I'm going to pass some time with him for a week before the two of you go to the convention. Will you do you good. You are actually so excited to see his face.

A few hours later, you are at the airport, waiting outside for your boyfriend to come pick you up. He was supposed to be here an hour ago.

Y- Are you there yet?

T- What do you mean?

Y- Well I’m at the airport right now, waiting for you. I already have my suitcase and all.

T- Aargh, I forgot to tell you. I’m with Kylie right now.

Y- Okay I’ll find a way to come.

T- Great. I’m really sorry, mon cœur I really forgot.

Y- Don’t worry about it. It’s fine.

T- Don’t forget to walk in with the back door. Nobody can see you.

You don’t want to answer anymore. Did he forget that you were coming today? That’s impossible he sent you a text this morning telling you how he can’t wait to see you. So... he wanted to see you but he actually forgot when you were supposed to arrive. That’s nice. That’s pretty nice. You then call a taxi, the only way you could go to his house apparently thanks to your boyfriend. Well, thanks to this curly bloody boy.

Yes, you are mad. You don’t want to, but he didn’t have the decency to warn you about this part of this plan. And is it really hard to cancel one fake date? He could have at least done that.

You take a deep breath and sigh. You can’t think that way. You don’t know how much of a choice he has. So you just take your suitcase to go into the taxi and go to his house.

When you are there you remember that you have to go to the back door. It didn’t shock you when he told you to do so because that was how you did it last time. So you just walk in with your keys. You go straight to his room since you supposed that he isn’t there if he is with Kylie. You put your suitcase on his bed so that you can put away your clothes in one of the closets, but you stop yourself when you hear noises downstairs. Maybe Timothée is back. You couldn’t stop smiling when you rushed downstairs to greet him and give him a hug. You enter the kitchen, and when you see him, you just jump on him, giving him a big hug.

“Woaw!! What are you doing here?” he asks with shock, but you don’t seem to catch that this wasn’t really a happy one.

“I thought you weren’t here, that you were with Kylie, so I just came in.” You say with a big smile. But something was off with him even if he hugged you back, and you just realised that. “What’s wrong?”

“Timothée?” and you look up to see Kylie Jenner in the doorway. “Who’s this?” she asks kindly.

“Oh I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” And you both shake hands.

“Are you his cousin or something?” she asks.

He didn’t tell her about you. You know that you never discussed it with him, but isn’t it common sense to realise that she should know that he has a girlfriend? So that she knows there are some limits? And that’s when Timothée clears his throat.

“Actually Kylie, this is my girlfriend Y/N”

You can see the shock on her face and just after her eyes widen in realisation. She immediately engulfed you in a hug before looking at you.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t know. If I knew, I would never have said yes.” You are actually surprised. You were ready to hate her, but here she is apologising to you. She turns to Timothée. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Yeah we kind of decided to keep it private, and I just didn’t know what to do.”

“Yeah no I understand. I’m just really sorry Y/N”

“Don’t worry about me”

Kylie is at Timothée’s house because they wanted the paparazzi to take a picture of her car in his alley and of her leaving his front door. So you just talked for a few hours. She is really nice but you don’t feel like talking with her. She still is your boyfriend’s fake girlfriend, and watching how the two of them interact with such complicity made you feel more insecure.

Not soon enough Kylie is leaving, you watch hiding in the kitchen how your boyfriend kisses her cheek and says goodbye with a loving smile. He’s really a good actor. Okay, now you have to stop otherwise you’ll break down, and nobody wants that. You decide to go lay on his bed to wait for him to say bye-bye to his wannabe girlfriend. And sure enough, after a while, you feel the bed deepening and arms grabbing you to rest your back against a chest.

“I’m so sorry, mon ange” he whispers while kissing your head. “I’m so happy you are here. I missed you so much” he tights a little his arms. You slowly turn around so that you can take him in your arms, too. You aren’t really okay, but you missed him so much, and you just need him right now. You spend a few minutes like this, relaxed to finally be with each other.

“Are you mad at me ?” he asks quietly.

“I don’t know” you mumbles.

“Please talk to me” he says sweetly, needing you to elaborate.

“I just, I just don’t know what to think. It’s really difficult for me to see you with her. And I know it’s fake but the more you spend time with her the more we don’t talk. You promised you were going to tell me everything and you didn’t keep that one. And you actually forgot that I was coming today and you just left me. I know you don’t always have a say in this situation, but all of this is starting to bring me down mentally. I just miss being loved by you, and I’m so afraid that this thing is going to break us” You are fully crying, soaking his hoodie, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is how his heart breaks at your words.

“I know it’s difficult, mon cœur. It’s so hard for me, too. I’m sick of seeing myself every day knowing that you are hurt because of me. I know I messed up badly.” He begins to cry in your hair. He sniffles and lift your head so he can look into your eyes. “I promise you, and I can assure you that I will keep this one. I promise you everything is going to be over soon.”

“I really want to believe you, but do you really think that your PR teams could forget this idea?” You say your eyes, no longer looking at him.

“Hey” you look up “I talked to Jack yesterday, telling him I couldn’t do it anymore. He didn’t want to give up at first, but when I told him that a break up would do as much noise as if we were still together, he reconsidered it. He told me that just before Wonka was out, we were going to end everything.”

“So just one month?” You hold so much hope in your eyes

“Just one month. And then, if you are okay with that, I want you to come with me as my date to the first Wonka premiere”

“You mean... going public? Wouldn’t we get more hate than if we would have done it before all of this?”

“I don’t care about what people think of us. I’ll protect you”

“Okay”

“Okay?” he asks with a big smile. “You are willing to do that?”

“Well, I have to tell the world that this boy is mine” you answer with a smile just as big as his. You both chuckle, and Timothée just tights his arms around you, feeling relieved that he hasn’t lost you after all.

“I also had to play the grandma card” he says, causing you to look up at him once again. He could fall in love every day with your eyes.

“You did not!” You gently slap him, and he laughs. “You know your grandma asked you to stop telling people she was sick to get away with everything. One day, she is going to curse you.” And you couldn’t help but to laugh with him.

And right now, while you were laughing with your loving boyfriend, you are full of hope. One month is really long in this kind of situation, but the end is going to be worth it. You just feel like everything is going to be okay from now on.

If only you knew.

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That's it for part 2. Hope you enjoyed it, guys!

[clueless1995]

ok so i just woke up and i have to tell you all about the dream i had before i forget it because the vibes were So Strange i know people love to be like “nobody cares about other people’s dreams” but personally i think this was FUNNY. in hindsight. in the dream i was kind of annoyed

anyway i was like. the fairy queen or something and it was this big fairy party (not like a royal ball more like a house party but the house is Fancy with plants and glitter and satin everywhere. and fountains of wine and whatnot) and i’m sat on my party throne (one of those big martini glass bathtubs with a round mattress in it) (i’m filling in the gaps okay let me have my fun but it was like a big round bed but Tall so i could enjoy watching people dance. the martini tub would be on brand though i just don’t know what the underneath looked like because i never got off it. i’ll get to Why

and i’m lounging i’m gossiping with the girls drinking fairy wine and honestly. i’ll say it. serving absolute Cunt. when one of my loyal subjects sadly flies over and he lands next to me and i (Awake Ana) Recognise him. it’s timmy chalamet (who is apparently a fairy. also i don’t know how to spell his full first name so i will be calling him timmy throughout i’m sorry i’m usually a big proponent of getting people’s names right but i just woke up and i know i’ll forget the dream in like five minutes).

and Fairy Queen me obviously knows him and is like oh poor timmy what’s happened. and he’s absolutely out of his tree on fairy wine but he’s a Sad drunk and he starts crying about how not enough people think he’s hot anymore and how everyone used to want him and now he’s willy wonka and nobody wants him what’s WRONG with him what HAPPENED he used to have it ALL. all explained through sobbing.

and so as a kind fairy queen i say oh poor timmy it’s okay i’m sure someone somewhere still thinks you’re hot. and i let him put his head on my lap and continue to cry while i make eye contact with my fairy girlies and roll my eyes while taking a bitchy sip of my wine. and you would think that’s like a solid narrative end that’s where i would wake up right? no.

the dream continues but all i can do is halfheartedly pat timmy’s head and every now and then i try to gently hint that i would like him to go somewhere else now because he’s really bringing down the vibe like they’re playing bangers and i can’t even get up and dance with the girlies buffy-and-faith style because i have this sad little guy crying on me.

it felt like it went on forever and i was like. ugh this isnt even worth crying about let alone for a whole party but i knew he was fragile because my friend warned me that one of his stan accounts quit after they changed their hair conditioner and realised the old one was sinking into their brain and making them attracted to mr chalamet (i’m assuming because i was looking at a compilations of stan accounts coming to reason after finding black mould in their room or getting on mood stabilisers before i went to bed). and so i couldn’t bring myself to just push him off me or get the fairy bouncers (??) to kick him out so the rest of my dream was like. well i guess i’m stuck here with this guy crying all over my spider silk dress while everyone else dances to lush life by zara larsson

[marsgod]

Hiii!! I love ur writing (way better then mine during school lol) anyways I was wondering if you could do ruggie, Kalim and riddle finding out that their gn s/o is just like Willy wonka? yk with the giant chocolate factory and the chocolate river and we can forget about the Oompa Loompas!

{ᰔᩚ}.. the old willy wonka gave me nightmares, so respectfully, it doesn’t exist😀

⇢ Ruggie, Kalim, Riddle x Gn! Willy Wonka-like! Reader

⇢Warnings; Cussing, Gn! reader, romantic relationship

Kalim finds out when you give him a candy egg, telling him it was something new you wanted him to be the first to try

so he does the most obvious thing and shoves the tiny egg in his mouth, bright-eyed and grinning while the delicious flavors melt in his mouth

until something fucking moves and he immediately spits it out, horrified and blabbering about something moving in his mouth with the most traumatized look on his face while you worriedly ask if he’s okay

… he was so worried until you told him, and listen, he may be oblivious or a bit gullible at times, but Kalim knows that whatever he puts in his mouth shouldn’t be moving

more specifically, it shouldn’t be chirping or hopping around, and he feels guilty that he almost ate an “alive” birdy

once Kalim is over his trauma of almost-not-really eating an actively alive animal then he’s asking a bunch of questions nonstop

he doesn’t get to interact with your helpers a lot but he’s extremely entertained by watching them do their own thing and dressing up

Ruggie doesn’t really care if he’e hungry enough, if you give him something then he’s shoving it in his mouth faster than either of you can blink

”Oh well, I didn’t get a very good taste of it, maybe you should give me another sample”

Anyways, he raises an eyebrow when whatever you gave him moved but like- Ay, it’s food and he hasn’t gotten you completely annoyed with him

not enough to poison, anyways

he eats whatever you give him without much question, besides “what’s this?” and “is there more?”

watches the helpers sometimes, it does kinda sorts scares the shit out of him when they come out of nowhere but he gets used to it eventually

kinda sorta amused by their songs.. more confused than anything but whatev ig

the helpers don’t like him since he takes literally every “sample” (any candy left unattended) he can unless you’re watching him

Not even going to the actual sweets part yet, before overblot, the helpers hate Riddle so damn much😭 after? still not a fan but more tolerant

anyways, Riddle has a big sweet tooth and really likes the “magic”(?) of your sweets and candy

unlike ruggie, he’ll resist sampling your treats to his hearts content (lest you just happen to see him making puppy eyes towards the tray, then who is he to deny?)

jumps if something moves in his mouth, and will silently cry abt it, even if he knows its just your sweets

thinks about your jokes often, you scare him sometimes

Riddle thinks its admirable you have your own business and definitely wants to watch you work but ends up with more questions than answers by the end of it

he lies in bed thinking about it

[sl-newsie]

The Secret Ingredient (Willy Wonka (2023) x Fickelgruber Daughter) Chapter Six: Allowed To Love

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/747510006135554048/the-secret-ingredient-willy-wonka-2023-x?source=share

Willy’s POV

I almost had it. I almost had everything… But I guess I need to keep being pushed away in order to keep others happy. Slugworth will never stop pushing me away. The best I can do is leave the Scrubbitts’ gang to their own free lives. Poor Noodle. I’m going to miss her. I just learned how to read and now we can’t find new books together.

“Sorry, Noodle,” I sing softly as I walk through the frosted streets for the last time.

I guess I got carried away.

Sorry, Noodle.

I hope you'll forgive me one day.”

Back at Scrubbitts I pack what little I have into my case and descend the creaking stairs. Mrs. Scrubbitts is waiting behind the counter with an ugly smirk.

“Checking out, are we?”

I almost had it. But you weren’t there, Mama. I waited. 

“I just wanted it

To feel the way that it did

When I was a kid.

Sorry, Noodle…”

And I’ll miss- No. Don’t think about her. It’s not worth it. How can she love me now? I have nothing. In ten years I’ll find her ruling the Fickelgruber empire with a rich man for a husband.

I look up across the inky night and spot the chocolatiers waiting on the docks. Along with the chief and- And someone else. 

Charlotte’s POV

Dear Willy,

By the time you learn to read this you will be far away from here and might have forgotten about me entirely (I wouldn’t blame you for it). I cannot properly express in words how deeply sorry I am, both for bringing on more distress to your business and for believing I could ever love properly. Yes, I am truly in love with you, Willy Wonka. I could never bring myself to say it because you deserve so much better than an awkward girl from a stuck-up family. It’s my fault you’re leaving and I will be forever in your debt for it. Wherever you may go, all I ask is that you keep smiling for me. The world needs your enthusiasm. It may not thank you for it, but that does not mean you are not appreciated.

With all my love,

Charlotte

I seal the envelope before my tears can stain the ink. Signed Charlotte, no last name. I never want to hear it again. 

“Your hair is still a mess,” father scolds from across my bedroom.

My eyes stay glued to the desk so he can’t see my sorrow. “I like it.”

“Just as well. You’re coming with us for Wonka’s sendoff.”

Oh God. How can I face him? After what happened he thinks I’m one of them. On the other hand if I don’t say goodbye then I will never forgive myself.

Father ushers me downstairs and outside to the waiting car. We sit in sharp silence while the whole time father stares straight ahead. He’s disappointed. Ashamed to have a poor excuse for a daughter who frolics about with poor people and makes up ridiculous dreams. 

Forget his opinion. When I was with Willy everything fell into place. Far better than anything that’s happened in my life. Now it will be going back to lessons. Back to waving at strangers through a window wishing I could fly away.

The car stops and father steps out. It’s time. We briskly stride across the darkened path towards where Slugworth and Prodnose are already waiting. So is the Chief.

“Sorry we’re late. I had a bit of a delay.” Father glares sideways at me. I’m a delay now.

“Just as well,” Slugworth smirks. “Our voyager approaches.”

I turn around and peer across the harbor. Here he comes, walking towards us down the twisted cobblestone path with a look that says he wants to walk any other opposite direction. Willy looks just as beaten down as he did a few hours ago.

Slugworth greets him with a malicious grin, holding up a barge ticket. “Ah, Mr. Wonka. Your ticket. One way, of course. To the North Pole. Goodbye, Mr. Wonka.” 

He passes Willy the ticket and crushes Willy’s hand in a handshake. I see him tense in pain but what brings more pain to his eyes is when Willy looks over and sees me. 

Deep breath. I need to do this. Even if he’s still upset with me. With a few awkward steps I move forward and we press into a quick hug. I pass the envelope into his shaking hand. But instead of reading it Willy slips the letter under his hat.

“Goodbye,” I whisper, my small voice frail as a newborn.

All of the sorrow and loneliness swimming behind those brown eyes makes me want to never let go and take him far away from all of this. Willy attempts to smile but we both know this is the end.

“Goodbye.”

He climbs the ramp onto the barge and the vessel pulls away from the dock. Farther and farther. Off to a distant frozen wasteland that will kill what’s left of Willy’s dream once and for all.

“Now we just wait for the fireworks,” Slugworth chuckles darkly.

My blood runs cold. “Father, what is he talking about?”

“We’ve arranged for an accident, in which he dies!” Prodnose responds snobbishly.

“Dear Lord- you’re going to kill him!” I race to the edge and scream across the bay. “Willy don’t! It’s a trick-!” 

Before I can scream another word, I feel a gloved hand shoved over my mouth. Father pulls my hair to make me turn away as my muffled screams die out.

“W- What will you do to him?” I ask in a shaking whisper.

Slugworth cackles. “Let’s just say that the pathetic excuse for a chocolate maker will have his spirits sunk.”

Kaboom!

A sudden spark of orange blooms from the distant ship. In mere milliseconds the air is squeezed from my lungs. He’s dead. The man I love isn’t just sailing away. He’s going to Heaven. I’ll never see him again… 

I fall to my knees, still staring at the billowing smoke with my mouth gaping. This is all my fault.

“Well gentlemen, one dead chocolatier, as requested,” the Chief speaks up.

They all go back to discussing sabotage, though not before father has one last remark.

“It’s for the best, dear. You would have been a fool to have continued conversing with that buffoon,” he declares. “Now don’t dottle. And wipe those pathetic tears off your face.”

He starts walking back with the others, leaving me crumpled on the cold cement like a discarded candy wrapper. The trio struts off and I’m left alone in the inky night. 

Without hope, 

We are empty. 

Hope is what supplies us with the will to live. 

Willy was my only hope. My dearest friend, my only friend. Now I’m trapped in this empire forever. 

Hope is like water. 

Resilient.

Always flowing… 

Like the freezing black water below me. I can almost reach out and touch it. Maybe let all my troubles go… Are those ripples? 

I’m going mad. There’s something in the water but it’s no fish. Could it-?

“Whoo! Made it!”

A figure grabs onto the dock ladder and I hear them climbing up. No- This is all in my head. Right?

“Charlotte?”

Willy, sopping wet, sees me sprawled on the cold ground with a bewitched look. Hope lives again!

I scramble up and Willy pulls me into a tight embrace. “My God- you’re alive! You’re- you’re-!”

Tears start pouring down my cheeks and I have to wrap my arms around Willy to keep from falling. He must really hate me now. My father is behind the plot that nearly killed him! But I put that thought aside because all I focus on now is how overjoyed I am to see he’s alive. Pull yourself together! He's chilled to the bone!

“Wait- what’s wrong?” Willy notices my uneven breathing and his eyes scan my face. “Your eyes are sad but your face looks like it’s fighting itself.”

His words only edge my tears on even more and I hiccup to choke down a sob.

“N-No. I c-can’t cry,” I try but fail to say in a steady voice.

Willy gets a confused look and seems to rethink my statement. “How can someone not cry?”

Why does he have to make this so hard?! He just escaped death and he’s talking to me as if we’re on a friendly walk in the park!

“I’m not used to feeling… this much. M-My father doesn’t allow crying. When I was younger, every time I’d get upset or sad he’d reply that he ‘doesn’t do emotions’ and would tell me to go talk to my mother. When she-” I gulp. “When she passed I never wanted to talk to anyone because all my life my emotions have been seen as a burden, that I’m weak. I learned to bottle them up and control them, but there are times when I’d burst. Whether it be at a passerby in the street or a poor maid in the wrong place at the wrong time, I’d come undone and shout, yell, or just burst into tears.”

I swallow and try to get a grip on myself, thankful that Willy’s been quiet to let me explain. “That’s why father tucked me away. That’s why hardly anyone knows who I am. Because he’s ashamed to have a daughter as an heiress, especially one who’s currently a teenager and is emotionally unstable.”

This is exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid. As much as I hate to think it, Willy needs to leave me. Now. He needs to get far away from here before Slugworth sees he survived. And instead he’s holding me closer.

“Willy, you need to leave. Get to somewhere safe-”

“No,” he cuts me off. “You’ve gone through a life that’s suppressed love, suppressed dreams. I want you to cry, Charlotte.”

That does it. Everything, everything that’s held me back to be father’s perfect heiress, obliterates. All feelings of happiness and bittersweet memories crash through me and I cry all that I have into Willy’s chest. The whole time my body shakes with sobs he rubs my back and reminds me what love feels like. Love.

“W-Willy… I miss it. This- This is what it felt like when my mother was alive.”

My mind’s beginning to get a grip on myself. In a pinch of courage I lift my eyes to his and it’s like a new awakening. 

“I read your letter. And I want you to know that I will never be able to forget you, Charlotte. I wanted to tell you but things, um, didn’t go as planned,” Willy whispers. “Charlotte… I can’t give you much. I’d give you the world if I could-”

“No, Willy.” Through my tears a smile appears. “You’ve given me your world. You give me love. And that’s all I could ever ask for.”

Is he crying too? In the dark I see Willy wearing the same smile. So he doesn’t hate me after all. He cares for me, he loves me, because I’m me. Not because of my last name. Not because of money. Now I have my whole life to make it up to him.

“I’m assuming you’re not going to leave town?” He shakes his head and my smile grows. “Good. Be rather disappointing if you did. What’s the plan now?”

Something in Willy snaps and his witty energy returns. He grabs my hand and we start running down the dark path.

“Now we rescue Noodle! I’ve got a plan. You’ve heard of the vault?”

“Yes. But my father won’t tell me where it is.”

“But Abacus does! What I need from you is to be our man on the inside!” He stops for a moment and presses a quick kiss to my cheek. “Or rather our incredibly cute lady on the inside. Whaddya say?”

The sudden motion sends butterflies rippling through me and I give a sincere nod. “I’m on your side.”

Lord, I hope this works. If I’m going to pull this off I really will have to be a true Fickelgruber. I have my doubts but Willy says I can do it. So I’ll do it.

“Charlotte, I trust you’ve come to your senses?” Father asks when I join him for breakfast. Instead of my giddy pink dress I’m wearing a business dress with his signature green color.

“Indeed, father. That Wonka fellow was completely bonkers,” I chortle. “It was stupid of me to ever engage in such riffraff.”

The disgusting words pour off my tongue and I swear they’re poison to me. Every time I discredit Willy it’s like a stab in the stomach.

“I’m glad to see you now see things our way,” Father comments, still looking at the newspaper.

Time to put the plan into action. “I was actually thinking of accompanying you to today’s meeting, to start my official apprenticeship for the company.”

This catches his attention. Not in an incredibly good way but hopefully in an agreeable one.

“Hm. You’re still unbelievably whimsical,” Father tuts, giving me a doubtful stare. “Well… Oh, alright. But you must do exactly as I say.”

A clever smirk makes its way onto my face. Don’t I always? “Yes, father.”

[destinyc1020]

Yes, that’s right. Zendaya and her team were the smartest in the game. She actually deserves all she does JUST for making such amazing decisions. Having her cook her career slowly but surely was the way to go. Agents actually don’t want to put their clients in the spotlight too soon, not when you can have them in ensamble films and doing a little of prestige TV here and there. Euphoria was a wonderful medium for Z. Being able to dip her toes in movies without pressure while doing Euphoria (and those two Emmy’s was great).

But like I said, sooner or later, actors have to jump and go all in. Challangers will be her time to shine. She got 10M for it too. She’s not above proving herself.

As for Timmy, while Dune is very much his movie, it’s remake from a movie from the 80s based on a book. I don’t think the people that went to the movies to watch it went solely for him. But I’ll give him the credit. I think Wonka will be a big moment for him because that’s all him, new(ish) material, singing, dancing, aimed for kids. The leaked trailer gave me Harry Potter vibes. That’s all him. No more hiding behind an existing property or an ensamble cast. It’s also premiering right after Dune. I think they are going for the “Uncharted” effect like Tom, who released it right after Spider-Man made 1B dollars. They hit while the pan was hot. It’s a great tactic.

I do agree that there’s w a place for all of them: Timmy, Tom, Z, Florence, Sairose, Austin.. let’s celebrate young Hollywood!!

I agree Anon 👏🏾

So far, Z has made excellent choices in her career as far as I'm concerned. She probably also knew that she wasn't yet ready at the time to lead a film on the big screen, and I think that was wise!

I think ppl forget that Zendaya really only JUST started doing big motion picture films since Spider-man HOCO, which came out in 2017. That's only 6 years ago. 👀

She needed time to improve and perfect her acting skills before leading a major film imo.... 🤷🏾‍♀️

She'll be fine, and I def think "Challengers" will give ppl a lot to think about. It might even be their first time seeing Zendaya in a role that's not a teenager lol. 😅 I feel many will be shocked by her acting range, especially those who may not watch Euphoria.

Re: Timmy...

The trailer for "Wonka" came out already? 🥴 How did I miss that?

Anyway, I definitely think that movie will showcase Timmy's acting AND his ability to bring butts in seats, especially since I'm assuming it will have a PG-13 rating (which usually makes more money anyway), and the movie focuses solely on him without a huge ensemble cast.

Re: Dune

I kinda disagree w/you about Dune 1984 though. 🤔 Dune 1984 was supposedly considered a BOMB, and it didn't even make enough money to cover their budget lol 😆

I don't really think ppl were flocking to the theaters to see "Dune" (2021) because they had seen the original old film, or even because they had read the books (most have said the book is a tough, LONG read 🥴).

I do agree that there’s w a place for all of them: Timmy, Tom, Z, Florence, Sairose, Austin.. let’s celebrate young Hollywood!!

👏🏾

[unsleepingtales]

Mentopolis Ep 3! We have life things so this is late but we press on

Freddie said the whole thing!

Just a damp damp man 😐

Once again. We need Stacy Fakename merch pls.

I love the wonkaness of Gobstopper Industries

IT MOVES

The heart being the Boston to the brain’s New York is interesting

Phrenology lmao

I slap him. I kiss him.

Hunch keeping so much stuff in his pants is such a Choice

I really think it’s a phone buzzing and not a sexy thing because Elias is so convinced he doesn’t deserve pleasure that I don’t he would do that

If not ___, ___? is such a great sequence I’m gonna rewatch that several times probably

Turn yourself in to who???

Every part of the brain can notice conscience but pleasure. Sometimes the dice do really cool things.

The Fix being vaguely southern always cracks me up

Conrad not wanting to say fucks aw

He’s the only one who can DRIVE

Bro WHAT

Hank why

Ooh yay psychometer info

This thing could alter thoughts. Ok.

Evillll

I love lengthy lore drops. I love them so much.

That wave is designed to create impulses maybe?

The editing is simultaneously really cool and gonna give me a headache

This thing erases color from the mind? Does it erase memory?

This boiling down to ‘has the government been corrupted by external capitalist forces or was the already corrupt government merely enabled by this capitalist presence’ is incredibly interesting

Cool! Very convenient!

OH the reflexive switchboard yay

F for freezer!

Hunch why do you wanna see Anastasia’s apartment

Trapp is so great I don’t think I’ve appreciated him enough

I think killing the conscience will probably not save the life of someone who has been thrown out of a window

Hank what

“It’s about what happens when you’re the next age” I’m gonna cry?

What

Babe what

(a ballad of balls on tracks)

Oooh does the Fucks family also have keys

(everyone getting a kick out of the foot fetish joke)

Hank jostling Freddie because he’s so delighted <3

Splitting the partyyyyyy

fLiGhT 😉

Uncle Hunch and Uncle Fucks 🥲

Dome!

So many hats!

Imelda Pulse supportive cousin of the year <3

The cops. Great.

Something that ladies wear … …

Imelda Pulse coat rack of the year <3

Oh nooo

She’s just sooo estranged from her faaaamily she doesn’t know her cousiiiins

The commitment Siobhan has keeping her arms like that for the whole scene

The Police 😐

Incredible sneak skills

Threw a robe over her trench coat I’m dead

Yeah a newspaperwoman would have to get pretty good at lying lol

Iconic trio

Why is he the only one who can drive 😭

He really just lives to make people uncomfortable

Oooh d20 explosion

Why does he drive like that

BRENNAN WHY IS THAT YOUR DEFAULT ROCK

Put that tongue back in your mouth SIR.

(group trying to hold back laughter to keep it tense…)

(and failing)

The word fight is losing all meaning

I was gonna say Gilear energy but he’s honestly more confident than Gilear.

Self doubt is so strong and dominance is so weak.

I feel like dominance being weak is a trick tho. It feels too simple.

Also. Self Doubt isn’t even a pun of any kind his name is just straight up his job.

I just was busy.

Why is fight russian

Conrad is so sassy today

IVANA POPOV

What

The fuck just happened

The poor Fakename family

Box of Doom!!

The one thing that always bugs me is the box is never level and I don’t know if that affects how the die rolls

What a power

YEAH BABY

How are the fakenames even a family. What concept are they.

Dice are cool

One of those inflatable clowns that are weighted at the bottom so they bounce up whenever you hit them

(the crowd goes wild for Stacy Fakename)

I love character feats!

Flight was in control when Elias got hurt. Interesting.

I love how Hunch just has cartoon logic

I also forget that I’m playing and not just watching a story sometimes

You like my facts right?

FACT ALERT

PELICAN FACT ALERT

Oh god

Hank leaning into being intimidating is so good to watch

Man. Okay.

Oh that’s so cool. Focusing on breathing lowers the pressure. That’s so good.

What are you close to achieving

That’s SO fucked up

What

Who are you

What

Is this fucking adderall or something

Probably the psychometer. But it would be an interesting take for it to be meds lol.

BRENNAN.

[bigbooksbygeorge]

Drawing Dreams: The Aspiring Illustrator's Guide to Children's Books

Hey there, aspiring children's book illustrator. Ever been captivated by the whimsical worlds that only exist between the pages of children's books? From talking animals and far-off galaxies to lessons about sharing and friendship, illustrating children's books is no less than an enchanting journey. 

If you've ever flipped through preschool big books and thought, "Hey, I want to create that magic," then you've clicked on the right blog post. Today, we're diving into the dreamy realm of illustrating books for little munchkins. Let’s jump right in, shall we?

Start Building Your Portfolio: The Golden Ticket

If you ever wanted a Willy Wonka-esque golden ticket into the world of children's book illustrating, your portfolio is it. Seriously, your portfolio is like your artist's resume. Think of it as a magical garden where each illustration is a blooming flower showing off your skills and style.

Your portfolio should be a living, breathing entity. That means keep updating it! Finished a new piece? Awesome, add it in. Don’t forget to take out older work that doesn't showcase your best self. Keeping your portfolio fresh and current is key.

Are you stuck for inspiration? Here's a fun idea: check out those classic preschool big books and observe how the pros do it. From color palettes to character designs, there's a ton you can learn. 

Make a list of what you love and start experimenting. You can even re-imagine classic tales with your artistic flair. What would Cinderella look like in a futuristic world? How about setting Jack and the Beanstalk in the desert? The sky's the limit, so let your imagination soar.

Networking: Not Just Schmoozing, But a Magic Spell

I get it, the word "networking" can sometimes sound as exciting as watching paint dry. But trust me, in this industry, it’s the magic spell you didn’t know you needed. Ever heard the saying, "It's not what you know, it's who you know?" There's a bit of truth there.

Start by attending industry-specific events. Book fairs, art exhibitions, and literary festivals are teeming with like-minded folks. Strike up a conversation with people whose work you admire. Ask them how they got started or if they have any advice for an up-and-comer like you. You'll be amazed at what a simple conversation can lead to.

But wait, we're in the digital age, aren’t we? Yes, indeed. Social media platforms can be a goldmine for networking. 

Connect with authors, publishers, and fellow illustrators on LinkedIn, Twitter, and Instagram. Share your work, comment on theirs, and never underestimate the power of a well-timed direct message (DM). Just one message could open up opportunities you’d never dreamt of. And hey, who knows, you might just find your next project sliding into your DMs.

Say Yes to Small Projects First: Baby Steps to Stardom

No one goes from doodling in a sketchbook to illustrating a bestseller overnight. It’s like learning to walk: you start with baby steps. That’s why saying yes to small projects when you're starting can be an incredibly smart move.

Don’t overlook the local scene. Community projects, school events, or small businesses often need artwork for flyers, posters, or even their social media posts. These might not be glamorous jobs, but they give you real-world experience. Plus, you can always add these projects to that ever-important portfolio.

The beauty of smaller projects is that they're often less stressful and have shorter deadlines. That gives you a fantastic opportunity to play around with styles, techniques, and themes. You can take risks, make mistakes, and learn from them, all while getting a taste of what working in the industry is actually like. 

Before you know it, these baby steps add up, and you'll find yourself ready to take that giant leap into the world of children’s book illustrating.

Learn the Business Side of Magic: Become the Wizard Behind the Curtain

Art and business: they're like peanut butter and jelly. Wait, really? I know it might sound odd, but they blend together more smoothly than you'd think. Embracing the business side can be just as exciting as creating those magical illustrations.

Firstly, understanding contracts isn't as terrifying as facing a dragon in a fairy tale. Imagine contracts as friendly guidelines, outlining your journey ahead with a client. By understanding the details, you ensure your work is protected and valued. So, the next time you're handed a contract, don't just skim it. Read every line, and if you're unsure, ask for advice or hire someone to help. Think of it as weaving a protective spell around your artwork.

Pricing can be tricky, like finding a needle in a haystack. But it's vital. Research what illustrators at your level are charging. Maybe even conduct a mini-survey.

Being too modest might make clients underestimate your worth. But go too high without the experience to back it up, and you might scare clients away. It’s all about finding that magic number that feels just right.

And hey, while we're talking business, ever thought of branding? Design a snazzy logo, get some business cards, and perhaps even create a website. Let the world see the full spectrum of your magical abilities.

Partner Up with Authors or Agents: Your Dynamic Duos & Terrific Trios

In every great story, there's a dynamic duo. Batman and Robin, Sherlock and Watson, or even peanut butter and jelly (yes, them again). So why walk the path alone when you can partner with a like-minded soul?

Teaming up with an author can be a game-changer. The two of you can brainstorm, critique each other's work, and together create a masterpiece that neither could have conjured alone. Think of it as a dance, where the rhythm of words meets the melody of illustrations.

But wait, there's more. Agents can be your fairy godparents in this story. While you focus on creating magic, they handle the not-so-magical parts like negotiations, contracts, and pitching. They've got connections, experience, and insights that can help elevate your career. And while yes, they do take a cut, think of it as an investment in your happily ever after.

Never Stop Learning: Be the Ever-Evolving Sorcerer of Your Tale

Magic never stands still. Neither should you. The realm of children's book illustration is vibrant, constantly changing, and evolving. Just when you think you've seen it all, a fresh trend or new technique pops up, ready to take the world by storm.

Subscribing to magazines, joining artist communities, or attending webinars can keep you updated. You never know when you might stumble upon a technique that becomes your new signature style.

Digital tools are like wands for the modern illustrator. Explore software like Procreate, Adobe Illustrator, or Corel Painter. Dive into the vast ocean of online courses, many of which are free, and discover new realms of creativity. For more details visit us at https://www.bbbg.org/.

Remember, in the grand tale of your illustrative journey, let every page, every chapter be about growth, evolution, and embracing the new. Magic is all around, but the true sorcery lies in never letting that spark of curiosity fade.

Conclusion

So there you have it, a magical map to guide you through your journey into the world of children’s book illustrating. From building a captivating portfolio and effective networking to understanding the nitty-gritty of the business, you've got your bases covered. 

Remember, every famous illustrator started with a single drawing. Your doodles today could be the highlight of children's books tomorrow. So grab your pens, brushes, or stylus and start creating your own enchanting worlds.

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[god-whispers]

jul 3

a prison of lies

"the thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy.  I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly." john 10:10

the other day i was writing a letter to a friend who is in prison.  i had just about finished and was about to seal the envelope when i suddenly felt i needed to add something else.  a first i thought a scripture, but then my mind turned to poetry.  poetry speaks to my spirit what prose alone often cannot.

i only had to randomly open up to a couple of pages (out of several hundred pages) when one jumped out at me.  i want to relate it to you all now. ------- neither shadow of turning

i could not name a single blessing that came to me in disguise; the gifts i asked arrived unmasked under broad day’s honest skies.

God does not play a senile game that wraps His mercies round with leprous sheet, a scabbed deceit: His good, from the start, is sound.

there is no heaven disguised as hell, no jail by which we’re freed; a twist that mocks is no paradox ­­— it’s the devil’s twist indeed.

“deliver us from evil” — why, if the evil has good inside? God’s war is grim — we are bruised with him: HIS gifts never mystified.

jack clemo 1916-74 ------- i felt this spoke so succinctly to how the enemy will try to deceive us into a lie.  he'll sprinkled it with just enough truth to make one think it is plausible.  before we know it we will have bought into deception.  he is a master of it.  after all, he invented it.

no lie is of the truth.  no wrong can make a right.  his only purpose is to build a prison around us to shield us from the light of God.  we have lies all surrounding us.  our government lies.  our news lie.  people lie, some with good intentions to shield us, but lies none-the-less.  yes, we even lie to ourselves in an attempt to escape a reality we don't desire.  satan is the father of lies, all in an attempt to distract from God's truth.  how be it, each lie is a brick, building up an impenetrable wall of darkness.  before one knows it, truth is obscured and one's conscience is seared.

i was watching the old movie, "willie wonka and the chocolate factory."  friends, we've hit the jackpot.  we have the golden ticket to all the treats and wonders of God.  the thing is, there's not just five of them.  they are unlimited to those who will but ask.  the movie ends with the statement: "don't forget what happened to the one who got everything they ever wanted.  they lived happily ever after."  my heart aches for the multitudes that will live in regret forever.

don't let satan trap you in a prison of lies; a prisom of fear, doubt and unbelief; a prison of self deception and gratification.  as the poem says, "there is no heaven disguished as hell."  the angel of light you see is just an illusion of truth.  "His good, from the start, is sound."

[skepticbeliever-bookclub]

What are your personal favourite fics? :D

Great question! A perfect excuse for us to reach out to our members and ask them for their personal favourites and thanks to our collective recs, we're about to unravel a list of some real gems for you and hopefully therein you'll find a few favourites of your own.

want you in my room - beethechange | E, 13k, Complete

As they watch, Tall Guy takes his beanie off, revealing a mess of thick, shiny brown hair. He runs his hand through it to shake out the hat hair and Ryan feels like he’s stuck in an Herbal Essences commercial, except he’s the one making inappropriate lustful noises.

Ryan adjusts his snapback, determined. He is, after all, wearing his very finest basketball shorts, without even a single hole at the hem, and the knowledge puts an extra spring in his step. “I’m gonna climb that dude like a tree,” he tells Curly.

guidance for sailors, lost at sea - varnes | T, 6.2k, Complete

“I’m not the mom,” Shane says, drowsily appalled.

Ryan raises his eyebrows. “I didn’t say you were the mom,” he soothes, sincere in the way that Ryan kind of always is, even when he’s being sarcastic. “I just said they reacted to you as if you were the mom.”

“It’s -- that’s the same thing,” Shane protests, but quietly, because he has a tiny ghost perched on his hip and he doesn’t want to wake her. It. Whatever. It’s kind of hard to tell, because they don’t look like people, exactly, more like -- outlines.

Actually, ironically, what they really look like is people covered in sheets, round at the top and kind of vague at the bottom, but Shane has stopped trying to say that because Ryan gets mad about it. He thinks it’s disrespectful.

Shane thinks it’s disrespectful that he was made step-parent to a bridge full of baby ghosts without anybody asking him, but sure. Pointing out that they look like sheets is the problem.

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But sometimes Ryan scrolls through Shane’s instagram when his socials go quiet and their text convo takes a long pause and Ryan knows it’s because Shane is off camping somewhere, and Ryan can’t deny that he feels the tug of his absence.

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Cleo’s smile is soft. “Shane told me his memory. What’s yours?”

“Less about memories,” Ryan says truthfully. “More about the future. Where we’ll be and such.”

Arching a brow, she drops her arms, so she clasps her hands in front of her hips. “Where do you think you’ll be?”

Ryan laughs. “Dunno.” He isn’t brave enough to say that he does know that Shane will be there, somewhere, wedged between the regular, the obtuse, the breathtaking, the wild. The generic and the extraordinary. The weird and the wonderful.

or; this week on Weird and/or Wonderful World, Shane and Ryan visit a record shop.

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Ryan stops short in the doorway of his bedroom, banging his shoulder against the doorframe in his haste, because he’s too late. Shane’s kneeling in front of the bottom drawer of his bedside table, peering down at the contents, hand frozen in a hover like he’d been about to reach in. His face is a blank mask.

“Ah. I keep the batteries in the top drawer. Not. Not the bottom one.”

“Yes,” Shane says, cocking his head to the left in puzzlement, and then he pauses for a fraction of a second too long as he considers his words. “I can see that the batteries are not in the bottom drawer.”

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The sun is too bright and Ryan’s whole body is alight with something that is eating him all the way up from the inside out, but he keeps his eyes open and he makes himself look, and he tells himself that once he finds Shane, he’ll think about it. Once he finds Shane, they’ll make a plan. Once he finds Shane, and only then, he’ll let himself have the thought he’s been swallowing down like bile since he came to: that they didn’t fall.

They were pushed.

OR: Ryan and Shane get cursed by a ghost, and now they can’t be not-touching. It’s … not great.

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Shane was almost sure that Ryan didn’t actually cast a spell for it to happen, if only because the price he’d have to pay would probably be counted in, like, human limbs instead of a couple of small animals.

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All things considered, he could definitely do a lot worse than this: a performer-owned and -operated, queer-positive, crossover film studio, promising creative input right from day one – directing, cinematography, [...] it’s everything he wants.

He just has to get his dick out for it.

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Euneirophrenia: The peace of mind that comes from having pleasant dreams

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Here’s the thing about driving halfway across the country to see someone. You can’t really deny, after that, that you’re pretty much head over heels for them.

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“This is kind of surreal,” Shane says, taking a sip of his tea. It’s piping hot and delicious, except it tastes like hot chocolate and not like tea at all. “Sort of—Wonka-esque, right? Or Alice in Wonderland.”

“If you’re aiming a shot over the bow about my height you can fucking forget about it,” Ryan says, watching with interest as Shane’s cup refills by itself. “But yeah, it’s surreal. Literally, because dreams aren’t real.”

Shane’s unsettled by the comment. It sets alarm bells ringing in his head but he doesn’t know why. He just wasn’t expecting Dream Ryan to be so, well—so on the nose.

Or, the one where Shane and Ryan have some really weird dreams and perhaps, eventually, some sex.

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Ryan is desperately in love with his best friend.

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When Ryan invites Shane back for a holiday week to meet his family during a big reunion, it doesn’t even occur to Shane that it could be a big deal.

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How Timothée Chalamet Channeled The Blockbuster Pressure of Leading Denis Villeneuve’s ‘Dune’ Back Into His Role – Venice Q&A

DEADLINE: In a few days Dune will premiere at the Venice Film Festival. You first met Denis Villeneuve about the role in May 2018 and started shooting in the early half of 2019. It was always going to be a long journey, but the pandemic stretched it even further. How does it feel to have finally arrived at this moment?

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET: You know, I like to think that with every film I’ve done, whether it’s Call Me by Your Name or Beautiful Boy, The King, or Little Women, the character you play is almost a piece of your flesh. And that’s always true, but simply from the perspective of how long the shoot for Dune was, and also the arc that Paul Atreides is on, as well as the huge love and almost biblical connection that so many people have for the book and the original film, it really felt… tectonic, if that’s the right word for it. Just getting to this finish line feels like: phew.

And independent of what the film is now, and what it has become, the experience of making it was I was put in such a safe environment, which you can never take for granted as a human, as an actor, but especially when you’re just starting your career, and when this is the first film of this size you’ve ever done.

To get to work with Denis on it, to get to work with someone of his caliber, let alone on a book that he considers the book of his youth and one of the things he has connected to the most… When he would have it in his hands on set, his body language would become that of a fan; of a kid who had fallen in love with the book at home in Montreal. And when all the kids around him were wearing hockey jerseys with their favorite players’ names on the back, this was a kid wearing a jersey that said ‘Spielberg’ on the back.

For it all to come together, especially with the added challenge of the pandemic, it has all combined to make this moment feel especially spicy [laughs].

DEADLINE: The entire ensemble will show up in Venice.

CHALAMET: Right. And I just can’t believe it; Jason Momoa has the number one film on Netflix right now with Sweet Girl, which I just watched. And since we shot, Zendaya has had all this success with Euphoria and Malcolm & Marie. Just to be part of this cast, period, let alone as one of the title characters, it’s really the shit you dream of.

And let me not forget, too—and I know I’ve told you this before—that The Dark Knight was the movie that made me want to act. That movie had a score by Hans Zimmer, and he has done the score for Dune. And it’s almost not what you’d think. It’s totally appropriate and excellent for the movie, but he has somehow managed to do something subversive, in my opinion. It’s a pinch-me moment all over.

DEADLINE: So, take me back to the start. Is it true you had a Google alert set up to track the latest news on this project before you were ever cast?

CHALAMET: Yeah, it’s true [laughs]. Not right away—Legendary had the rights and was developing it—but as soon as Denis got involved, I set up a Google alert and that’s when I got the book.

In total honesty, I think my understanding of Dune at that point was from a graphic novel I’d seen at Midtown Comics when I was shopping for Yu-Gi-Oh! cards when I was about 10. The year you and I first met, when I was there at Deadline Contenders with Call Me by Your Name, that would have been 2017 or early 2018, and Denis was there with Blade Runner. I remember I was trying to put myself in front of him as much as possible and set up a meeting with him. We had a night at the BAFTA where one of my good friends, Stéphane Bak—who’s also an actor—saw Denis across the room and was like, “Hey buddy, he’s right over there.” So, we went over to talk to him. I kept trying to put myself in front of him, but I didn’t really get a sense of the possibility [of working with him].

I was about halfway through the book when I got the call that he was going to be the president of the jury at the Cannes Film Festival, and I was in London prepping The King. He asked me if I could come out there, so I quickly busted through the second half of the book as best I could. So, like, the first half of my copy is properly annotated and full of my thoughts, and then the second half I just raced through. And then I had that meeting with him, and it was such a joy.

I’m struggling with this even now, as I’m working with Paul King [on Wonka], because he’s another guy I have huge respect and admiration for, and it’s hard to feel on a level. Not that you ever are, because as an actor you’re a cog in the machine, and you’ve got to be humble to the vision of the director. But with Denis, he was pacing around the room, throwing ideas around, in some fancy suite in Cannes, and all I could think was that a year before I was just sat on a stoop on 9th Street in the East Village or something.

DEADLINE: Was that your first time in Cannes?

CHALAMET: Yeah. Well, bizarrely, my sister would do dance camps growing up. Ballet intensive programs in a town called Mougins, which is nearby Cannes, so I spent a lot of time there growing up, but never during the festival, and not on the Riviera. To get to be there for the festival was just nuts. I went to see the Romain Gavras movie, I think, and it was just a huge joy.

I got attached [to the role in Dune] a couple of months after that, and it was nerve-wracking from the announcement, because like I said before, the fans of the book, and the fans of David Lynch version, the computer game, and everything, there’s so much love and strength of feeling. And so much of our pop culture and films and books have been derived from Dune, and all the philosophy the book. I’ve been shocked to learn how many people have a next-level connection to the book. I compare it to how our generation grew up with Harry Potter, and that one makes sense to me. But it’s cool to see with Dune also, when you actually sit down and read it… It’s not that it’s a quote-unquote “hard read” or anything, but it’s not made to be consumed easily, I think that’s fair to say.

So, I was grateful to be working on something of this size not only with Denis Villeneuve leading it, who between Polytechnique, Incendies and Prisoners had nailed the smaller indie film across languages, and then had nailed Arrival and Blade Runner, but who, in his own words, he didn’t feel he’d made his greatest film yet. But also, to be working with this cast. I don’t know if there’s some nightmare version of a film where a young lead is not supported by the rest of his cast, where every one of them had been the leads in their own huge projects. But on this, everyone was there to support, and I think it’s because we all wanted to be foot soldiers for Denis, and I think we understood the potential, based on the script by Eric Roth, Jon Spaihts and Denis, that this could be something really special.

DEADLINE: I don’t have a connection to Dune; this movie is really my first experience of the story. What strikes me is this is clearly an enormous universe—a broad canvas being painted with various families and factions and politics and mythos—but that ultimately it comes down to very elemental, human themes, and we feel them through this character you play, Paul Atreides. Did those themes help ground the experience for you?

CHALAMET: Yes, and I would give the credit entirely to Denis. He would constantly say on set that he had some opposing drumbeat or something. In my diminished intellectual standing, I didn’t understand it, but it was like some vision for the movie based on how biblical the book is that tries to tackle so much that it doesn’t tackle anything. I think he felt the need to be close to a character in it, and Paul is that guy in the book. He’s a character that is still in formation, like a lump of clay, which makes him a great figure for the audience to mirror off.

It speaks, I think, to Denis’ premonition and his directing ability that there were times when we’d move on from a shot or move on from a scene, and I swear, literally, we’d go back because Denis wanted to get something over my shoulder, or push in on my reaction, just to make sure [it stayed on Paul].

And again, it’s something where I’m pinching myself. I had the best time on Interstellar, and that was one of my favorite films I’ve ever worked on, but it was very much something where I was aware of when I had the opportunity to do real acting. And on a movie like Dune, again, one could think it would get lost in the scale and scope. But I felt every day like my plate was full.

DEADLINE: One of those themes is fear, and Paul must overcome his to become the person he needs to be. When you are number one on the call sheet on a project of this scale, and the cast list reads like an address book of Hollywood in the 21st century, and Legendary has injected hundreds of millions of dollars into this production, and it’s all falling on your shoulders, I have to imagine fear is a theme you can readily relate to.

CHALAMET: Oh yeah, and they can bleed into each other for sure—not to diminish the other work that goes in. It’s great when your life experience can inform the role. That’s not at all to say I’m on some crusade in the universe or anything, but definitely… And I had that same good fortune with The King I think. My life is not nearly as significant or as exciting as Paul or Prince Hal, but we all share an unwitting needle in the haystack feeling. On The King that feeling was because I was so new to having a career. On Dune it’s because of, as you say, just feeling the pressure of the hugeness of the project in all those different ways. Those things can absolutely inform each other.

And then there are the moments of glee that come, too, like seeing Jason Momoa running at you at a hundred miles an hour, or just getting to shoot the shit with Josh Brolin, or getting to do a scene with Oscar Isaac. I felt so supported, whether it was Rebecca Fergusson or Charlotte Rampling. When Zendaya came, it was a total breath of fresh air, and she’s one of my favorite parts of the movie. I just got really lucky, and I can’t wait to see them all in Venice.

Denis split the book in half, and the hope is a second movie will get a greenlight. That’d expand Zendaya’s role in the story.

CHALAMET: Definitely, Chani will play a huge role in the next film. I don’t know if there’s a script yet, but just based on the book, along with Lady Jessica [Rebecca Fergusson], they have a lot to do together, let’s put it like that. And Zendaya was incredible in this movie; the moment she pulls the mask down, it felt properly showstopping and powerful. I was hiding behind the camera, counting my lucky starts, because I was there in month two of the shoot and here was a total powerhouse just coming in for the first time.

And as I said before, this was before I’d seen Euphoria and Malcolm & Marie. She’s doing such incredible work and is just trailblazing her own path, and she’s so, so cool. She also happens to be in the most-watched trailer of the moment, too, for Spider-Man: No Way Home. I cannot wait for that movie, and I was there, by the way, with everybody else, clicking through the trailer frame by frame looking for clues [laughs].

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The Flowers You Gave Me.

Pairing: 1971 Willy Wonka x Reader

Word Count: 3,080

Warnings: no major content warnings apply.

Summary: Reader has a food allergy/intolerance and has to carefully monitor everything that they consume. They are unable to eat anything inside of Wonka's original Chocolate Room and, therefore, he takes it upon himself to create an entirely separate Chocolate Room for their enjoyment and pleasure with foods which are completely safe for them to eat and free from any cross-contamination.

Author's Note: this fic is incredibly special to me, as Wonka's Chocolate Room is my absolute FAVORITE room inside his factory, but I would likely be able to eat almost nothing in there. At least, the chocolate would be off limits to me. I like to think Wonka would want everyone to be able to enjoy his chocolate and sweets, regardless of allergies and/or intolerances and, as we all know quite well, he goes above and beyond with extravagance.

Edited.

divider created by @/saradika on Tumblr.

The chocolate factory was a symphony of sights, sounds and smells.

The aroma of melted chocolate that filled the air was impossible to resist. Its rich, saccharine scent was intoxicating and sensual, making your mouth water in anticipation of the delicious treats that lied ahead. The sound of machines grinding and churning echoed in hypnotic rhythm throughout the halls while the incandescent lights shone down in poor, artificial substitution for real sunlight. 

Anyone else might have run off to taste-test as much product as they could get their hands on, but you had to be vigilant of everything you put into your mouth, scrutinize every ingredient to make absolute certain that there was nothing used in the production of what you were about to eat that could potentially make you sick. 

You were a bit resentful that you could not simply indulge in whatever you pleased, but this was your reality and you chose to make the best of it rather than let it control you. 

“I still don’t understand why you won’t just tell me what new product you’ve made, Willy,” your voice was terse, strained as if it pained you to remain cordial when he unwittingly teased you with treats you would not be able to sample, “why do I have to see it?”

It was not his fault, you reminded yourself. He knew your system could not tolerate certain foods, yet it was still understandable that time to time he might forget, although it was unlikely, considering his high intelligence, attention to detail and information retention. 

It was not that you were disinterested in his work; you wanted to share his excitement, but you could only do so much. 

You couldn’t taste anything inside of the chocolate factory until he gave you the ‘all clear’. You had to have confirmation and extensive reassurance that you were not ingesting anything toxic to your system and that nothing you put into your body was contaminated in any way. It was of the utmost importance that Wonka took the necessary steps and food safety precautions before offering you anything to eat. 

“Because to believe is to see, my dear, and you believe in me, do you not?” the smart curve of his lips as he smirked at you and the twinkle in his eyes betrayed little, but you felt like he was tempting you despite his words not making much sense, “I can see the worry lines forming, but please don’t be alarmed. You have tried so many of my creations and I haven’t poisoned you yet.” 

His words were meant to be comforting, but the added ‘yet’ at the end of his sentence filled you with apprehension. You knew that Willy would never intentionally give you something that would make you sick. He was not that cruel or uncaring. His words were playful and innocent and meant only to calm you down.  

Your cheeks were warm with embarrassment as you followed along beside him, however he stayed a pace or two ahead, traveling at a rather brisk clip. 

“I know. You’re right and I didn’t mean to imply that you would do something like that,” you tried to explain yourself, but Willy did not want to hear it. 

He held his hand up to silence you long enough for him to interject, “no need to explain anything away. I understand your concern, my dear, and am very sympathetic to your condition. Nevertheless, I simply must show you this.”

There was no getting around it. Whatever it was that Willy Wonka had to share, he was going to show it to you. At this point, your curiosity was starting to get the best of you and you increased your pace to keep up with him as he led you down a long hallway that you had never been on before.  

You were in the wing of the factory which housed Wonka’s beloved Chocolate Room. 

The sweet fragrance of melted chocolate wafted into your nostrils and you could practically taste it on your tongue. 

There was a lot which was unsafe for you to eat inside that room and it piqued your curiosity of why he would bring you to this part of the factory, but you remained silent as he led you on down the hall. 

Willy stopped in front of a door not unlike the one which led to the Chocolate Room. The wood itself was the same rich brown, carved to resemble a chocolate bar, except this one had an intricate gold inlay to set it apart from the others and indicate a very clear distinction between this room and the Chocolate Room. 

You would have noticed this door if you had chosen not to avoid this part of the factory and now as you stood outside the wonders held within the room beyond, you could not help yourself from asking, “what are we doing here?”  

He did not answer your question, but there was a knowing look in his eyes and that was one which you were highly familiar with. 

Willy Wonka was always up to something, but whether you wanted to know what it was were you uncertain. He had a penchant for hijinks and was known for being a bit of a trickster; you never quite knew if you could trust what he was saying or doing. He had created an aura of mystery and crafted the illusion that things happened inside the factory that were beyond his control, but you knew better. You had wised up to his antics and knew that nothing that happened here was without his approval, knowledge or doing. He was very much in control of what went on inside of his chocolate factory, regardless of what he might have let others believe.

His laissez-faire attitude added to the magic, but it was all a façade; this was his chocolate factory and he was the mastermind. 

“This is my most recent masterpiece,” he informed you, “the latest and greatest in chocolate confectionery that was as much of a challenge as it was a labor of love and artistry.”

He was proud of what he had created here, that was for certain. He was often humble about his work, even though you would have sung his praises to the moon and beyond. 

You did not know what to expect and so you eagerly awaited the unveiling with bated breath and hoped that whatever lied behind that door was edible and safe for you to consume. 

Wonka practically read your thoughts, “don’t get over-excited, my dear. Take it all in stride and appreciate what considerable effort went into it.”

His overreaching statements were as wild in sentiment as his hair was in texture and volume. 

You watched with wonder as one of the panels on the door flipped down to reveal a small piano lock, just like the one he had installed to keep the Chocolate Room off limits and protected. He played a few notes, which had a lower cadence and was played at a considerably slower pace than that of the overture of Mozart’s Marriage of figaro. 

Wonka deftly tapped the keys in smooth succession and you recognized the opening notes of Claude Debussy’s Clair de lune as the door unlocked itself. 

A wave of conscious relaxation washed over you like the calm, undulating ripples of the sun-warmed sea. 

He had wanted to surprise you, but this came as a shock. Clair de lune was your favorite piece and you vaguely recalled telling him this long ago; somehow, he had remembered. 

Willy Wonka didn’t acknowledge your surprise but was grinning from ear to ear as he pushed the door open. 

You remained where you stood, rooted to the spot. 

He had…remembered?

Why did he choose to use such a specific piece for this lock?

What was going on?

You felt like there was some giant secret that everyone was in on except for you, which was often the case with him, even if it would have been merely your perception with anyone else. 

You decided better than to ask him about it, knowing he did not like to be questioned and would therefore make up a silly excuse not to answer. Perhaps it was better that way, to simply enjoy these little surprises for what they were and to not look a gift horse in the mouth. 

A little smile lit up your expression and Wonka glanced over his shoulder to admire the look on your face. 

The soft light in his cornflower eyes made him seem almost ethereal. 

His gaze shifted skyward and his smirk grew.

He refrained from divulging that he had learned Clair de lune in its entirety; perhaps he would share this with you after dinner, when he might idly choose to sit at the piano and play, giving you yet another little surprise like tiny morsels spread throughout the day so that you could have a taste of sweetness each time you had a craving. 

What use was it to devour it all at once, rather than savor everything he had to offer?

Willy Wonka had so many secrets to share, but he wanted to take his time. 

Luckily, you would have willingly spent a lifetime just to learn his name, not to mention everything else in his head, which was an even more beautiful place than any one of the seven wonders of the world. 

Wonka gestured for you to enter, holding the door open for you. 

After you had recovered, your legs felt like jelly, but were steady enough to carry you over the threshold and onto the landing inside the room.

The sight that greeted you was so overwhelming that you did not notice Wonka enter and close the door behind you. 

He was still smiling, his eyes raking over you as he assessed your reaction to determine whether you were pleased. 

You covered your gaping mouth as your eyes were drawn to an array of vibrant colors and abstract shapes, candy-coated woodland scenery inside of a sugar-inducing wonderland.

It was all too reminiscent of his original Chocolate Room, except for the lack of a chocolate waterfall, but you were not about to complain. 

He had brought this vision to life straight out of his storybook mind and everything that your eyes gazed upon was something Wonka had envisioned and created with his own two hands. It was miraculous and beautiful, swirling and twisting delicacies that grew on trees and from the ground like real living plants and flowers. 

Your mouth watered and your stomach rumbled with hunger. You were literally a kid in a candy store; even your actual age couldn’t call you otherwise. 

However, as quickly as your excitement had built, it soon faded twice as fast. 

You could not eat any of it. 

“Oh, Willy…” your voice came out in a soft, halting whine, desperate to fill your mouth and stomach with sweets you knew you could not have, “it’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“It’s for you.”

His words did not resonate with you at first; you did not even acknowledge them.

How could all of this be for you?

You did not understand and Willy did not clarify. 

He took your hand and tucked it under his arm as he led you down the steps and along one of the little paths. The small pathway curved into a small clearing filled with chocolate flowers and giant mushrooms with red licorice caps and frosting-filled spots. Your eyes did not deceive you when you thought you saw the very same edible flower teacups that grew in his original Chocolate Room. They were even the same color!

You bent down to admire them as they blossomed in buttery yellow splendor, a pleasant smile blooming across your features. 

These ones were somewhat different, shimmering as if they had been sprinkled with pixie dust; Wonka’s factory was nothing short of a fairy tale and you wondered what they were made of. 

“Give one a try,” Willy urged you, “I know you’ve always wanted to.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the glint in Wonka’s eye made you pause. 

What was he not telling you?

You were beginning to put the pieces together and suddenly it clicked in your mind.

“You did all this…for me?”

Wonka nodded humbly, “of course. I can’t have you missing out on any of my confections, now, can I? Everything in this room is safe for you to eat and the only ones who have access to it are a select few Oompa-Loompas I have chosen specifically for their expertise in cross-contamination prevention who have been made aware of your dietary restrictions, you and myself.”

You did not know what to say. No amount of thanks would ever be enough compensation for all the work he had done to provide you with the safety and comfort that everything that you consumed inside this room was perfectly safe for you to eat. You would never have been able to repay such a grand gesture, but Willy did not ask you to. He simply wanted you to be able to enjoy these delicacies despite your restrictions and since he was the most masterful chocolatier in the world, he was more than capable of giving you that. 

“I don’t know what to say…,” but soon, you blurted out, “thank you, Willy!”

Tears pricked your eyes like sharp glass droplets and Willy’s expression softened. He extended his arms, offering you a hug which you gladly accepted. 

His arms enveloped you in a tight embrace and you burrowed in against his chest. He smelled of cocoa and understated tones of autumn earth and candied maple drizzle with brown sugar nectar. 

You inhaled, your head swimming with the intoxicating smell of him as he held you. 

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, craning his neck to look down at you. 

His eyes chased yours as you seemed somewhat afraid to make eye contact with him now; he wanted you to see the gentle look on his face and know that you were always safe here with him.

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, “it’s just…no one has ever gone to so much trouble for me before.”

“What trouble?” he asked with a slight frown on his face, “putting this together for you was a delight.”

“You know what I meant.”

Of course, he did. 

This was a massive undertaking for him alongside his usual work and to keep such a secret right under your nose would have been impossible if he hadn’t been Willy Wonka.

He heard everything that you were trying to say and it warmed his heart that you had such difficulty communicating it to him verbally. It meant more to him to see that satisfaction on your face rather than coming out of your mouth. 

Actions were stronger than words and this you and Wonka agreed upon. 

You gave him another little nuzzle and he patted your back in a comforting gesture. 

“Now, you can have whatever you like with no worry that it might be contaminated,” he assured you, his gentle voice like a sweetly sung melody, “but I don’t want you in here filling your belly unattended. A little bit of sugar goes a long way, so…I suggest we enjoy such things in moderation.”

You nodded, but then a thought came to you, “I think I’m far more at risk for sugar sickness from all your sweet words and kindnesses than from a little chocolate.”

“This isn’t your way of telling me to be unkind to you, is it?”

His teasing lilt made you laugh. 

“Absolutely not!” you replied, chuckling as he let go of you, “and all jokes aside, I really, really appreciate this, Willy. You have no idea…”

“Oh, I do,” he laughed with you.

He bent down and plucked one of the flower teacups and passed it to you, which you gratefully took from him. 

It was true; you had been longing to take a bite out of one of these since you had laid eyes on them, but thought it was never meant to be. Now, holding one in your hands, you were faced with the very real idea that you were as much a part of Wonka’s world as he was. 

You were as important to him as the cocoa bean was to the creation of chocolate. 

Everything that he did was now done with you in mind. 

It had taken some time to get to this point with him, but every step you took was another one which kept you by his side and you were ready and willing to carry on like this with him for the rest of your life. You wanted to coexist with him, to enjoy this wonderful world of candy that only he could create and now your fears seemed so far away.

Fear that had once convinced you that your limitations might cause resentment. 

Willy Wonka wanted you to know that no matter whether you could eat all his chocolate or none of it, that it did not determine how he felt about you. 

You were what was special and important to him and your impediments were not a disincentive. 

He would find a way around those because you deserved as much consideration and care as anyone else and he was determined to show you that. 

Willy knew how much it bothered you that you couldn’t just eat without worry and therefore he also knew just how much this meant to you that he cared enough for you that he would spend his free time putting together a Chocolate Room specifically designed to cater to your dietary needs and restrictions. 

He knew all this, and more, as he watched you take your first bite of the yellow flower teacup that had caught your fancy so much time ago. 

Your face twisted in delight and you hummed appreciatively as the taste of sweet crystal cream coated your taste buds. 

Knowing that he had finally been able to give you a gift that allowed you to enjoy his sweets uninhibited filled him with joy and even though he also knew you would be thanking him until the end of time, you didn’t need to. 

He had done this for no other reason than for your own enjoyment and pleasure and he knew how much you appreciated him. 

He knew more than you ever would have thought.  

Willy Wonka even knew that you loved him. 

[stardustincarnate]

CONFESSION // Mello x Reader

word count : 4016 genre : fluff a/n : i haven’t gotten over my writer’s block, so yes -- here i am, once again posting old fics from my wattpad account. 

Today is the day.

After contemplating about it for a couple of weeks and confiding it to his best pal, Matt, Mello has finally decided to confess his feelings for you tonight, exploiting the situation where you two will normally go riding on the city streets during Friday midnights such as this one.

To say the least, he isn't the best in this kind of thing— love, that is. Before, all he could think about was one thing which was proving that he's better than Near, and besides, no one really piqued his interest. But then the enigma that you are came.

You can be cunningly evil at times if you want to. You'll often say to the ones you've fooled or to the other mafia members, "It's nothing personal, it's just business." You also have a harsh mouth as he would like to describe. Anything that comes out of it may sound derisive or blatant, but it's basically the truth. You don't sugarcoat things— you don't even try to. Although sometimes you seem to make the truth more cruel than it really is, which makes you look too intimidating for the others. They're only thankful that you don't talk very often and only will if you have something conducive to say.

But that's not all that you are. Mello could feel it, so he grew curious of you. Just a mere speck of curiosity, but then it grew. He wanted to talk to you, but then he asked himself what's the point of doing so, thus he disregarded the idea. That's why you developed a friendship with Matt, who you think is really fun to be with, first. Then as your friendship grew, he thought of introducing you to Mello, and that's when it began. To be frank the beginning of your friendship wasn't easy, and to think that friendship only started growing not until you celebrated a year and a half of being with the mafia.

It was a long process, but in the end, it was worth the wait. Day by day he started lowering the walls he barricaded himself with, and same as you. He became really outgoing and deep down truly caring as your friend, like he is with Matt, because after all you two are the only family he has. And— let's not forget his strange addiction with chocolates! And, well, you like it.

You like him.

Mello knows this as well. He knows that his feelings are reciprocated and he's happy with that. But the question is, who's going to make the first move? Certainly not you. Between fighting the devil and confessing your feelings for someone, you'd probably choose the former. You don't seem like the kind of person who will make the first move. He as well is like that.

And that leads us to his acquiescence of doing it instead. Did he have a choice? Well, maybe, if one considers you doing it instead, but that will definitely take several months, or even years, from now. And he can't wait that long! What if you suddenly start to develop feelings for another person? He can't lose you, you that is just in front of his eyes, one step away from him. He needs to grab the opportunity while it still is there.

Because with you, he feels happy and contented. And for the first time he finally feels like he is number one.

And he really is, in your heart.

"Wooh!"

Matt exclaims after slamming the door, causing Mello to jolt upwards from his reverie. "You know I almost got caught by another mem!"

"Is it done?"

"Of course."

"Hm. You sure this suggestion is for the better? You know how scary that woman can be when she's mad. Especially after finding out that her tires have been flattened."

"Didn't you say you wanted something more romantic tonight? So, I thought of flattening her tires so she can't use her own scooter, that way she can ride with you."

"Uh-uh... Is it romantic though?"

"You two will be close enough. And—no perverted thoughts—she gets to wrap her arms around you while riding. If that's not romantic, I literally don't know what is."

"I'm having qualms about this one."

"What? I'm just as clueless as you are when it comes to romance. I'm doing my best here to help you ya know?"

"I know, I know. Sorry."

"It's your fault you fell in love with her." Matt jests, chuckling. But he immediately behaves himself when he sees that deadly glare of his friend. "Hey! I was only kidding! Don't look at me like that, Mels. You're creeping me out."

"Hah. But I guess you're right. My fault. And great— now I'm having more doubts than before and feeling.. tentative."

"The almighty Mello is nervous? Wow. I never thought I'd live to see this day!"

"Say one more word and I'll make sure it's the last you'll ever emit."

"HE-HE-HEY! Now you're just being belligerent. Don't worry. I'm sure you two will come back here as a couple. Swear it on my life. So stop doubting yourself. And just.. don't act awkward and dorky when confessing towards your little devil."

"Just how am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know. Just don't."

Mello heaves a sigh. "Sometimes I do wonder if you're really the smart Matt they used to talk about back in the orphanage."

Matt only grins. He's about to reply, but then they both hear footsteps—angry footsteps—coming closer.

"Oh, speaking of the devil. Here she comes. In three.. two.. one.."

With that, you kick the door open and look around. You look like you're about to whip someone's ass and the men can almost laugh at your reaction knowing the reason behind it. You give them a steely look when they unknowingly start to curve their lips to a grin. They quickly change their reaction.

"This has gotta be one of the worse days of my life!" You exclaim as you slump on the sofa beside Mello. "I can't go with you. I've got a flat tire, and I have no idea why. Someone must've done it.."

"Who would do such a terrible thing? Especially to you, the devil no one else even bothers to approach?" Mello momentarily glances at Matt before taking a bite of his chocolate, which you then steals from his grip. "But don't worry, I gotcha. You can ride me... with me I mean! You can ride with me, NOT RIDE ME—good Lord I'm sorry."

'Aha, and there goes Matt's reminder that I shouldn't act awkward.' He looks away with a blush.

"I think [Y/N] is okay with either of that—"

You raise an eyebrow at Matt. "Oh, you mean you Mathematics. You can ride him all you want so don't be shy and put my name in your shoes."

"That's not—!"

"—ANYWAYS, Willy Wonka, you sure you okay with me riding with you? You won't mind?"

"Jesus, stop calling me that! And yes. You're my friend so I won't mind."

"Thanks mate!" To his surprise, you hug him from the side. And you are hugging him a little too much. "You know I've always wanted to ride your motor. It looks cooler than mine."

"Ah.. well— you're squeezing me a bit too much.. don't you think?"

You pull away and snicker. "Sorry. You're like a marshmallow that I just want to squeeze sometimes."

"EHEM. Pardon me, will you? I need to go to the restroom."

Matt stands up, thinking that his job here as cupid is done—or not quite yet. He has one last plan in mind. And even he isn't sure that that plan is going to make things better or worse.

"Enjoy taking another dump!" You shout as he leaves the room, making sure to lock it. Now you and Mello are completely alone, facing one another in utter silence. And it's too silent that you can hear some of the other mafia members arguing in a distant room. You can even hear someone moaning. Mello can hear it too.

You both give each other a look that only you two can understand.

"Oof. Must be nice. Err, so anyways," you start. "The usual place tonight?" And by that you mean stopping by to go atop a dilapidated building in a forsaken road to stargaze with him for ten minutes. You two make sure to always include going there to find tranquility in the stars and with each other. It temporarily removes all the problems and worries you have.

With Mello ruefully shaking his head, you frown. He puts an arm over your shoulder and nods reassuringly instead. You hide a smile.

"We can do that next week or earlier if we're not too preoccupied so don't be so glum. I'll be taking you somewhere new. I'm sure you'll like it."

"I hope so. Otherwise I'm gonna kick your ass."

"You'll be the one getting your ass kicked it if you don't give me back my chocolate right now."

"But I need chocolate too! Chocolate makes you happy. So I need it, 'kay?!"

"As far as I know that chocolate is mine and not yours???"

"But I'm your friend aren't I? You still have a lot of stock in there I'm sure."

"I'm running out of chocolates so give it back you little demon."

He hastily maneuvers before you can even stand up and try running away. He seizes your wrists and places your arms behind your back to prevent you from moving. Since you two are facing each other instead of him being behind you, the position is rather awkward. The proximity of your faces makes both of you blush and in an instance he backs away. You cackle in triumph as to his dismay of not getting his chocolate back.

You look at your wristwatch before taking a bite of the sweet. "Well Marsh-Mello, what are we waiting for? Let's hit the road! I'm already bored." You hold his hand the moment he stands up and you two run outside.

Mello throws the helmet to you which almost hit your face, earning an irked look from you. He then starts the engine as you wear your helmet.

When he starts to move just before you can take a seat, you panic. Of course he only wants to toy with you. He stops at a corner and waits for you, who's running and ready to smash his face. You pant as you finally reach him.

"You little bastard! Why'd you have to make me suffer?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"You groan and then sit behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. The closeness of your bodies make you both blush. He makes sure you're all set before once again driving in a high speed that made you hug him tighter. You've always known that he drives this fast, but to experience it yourself? It feels like your skin is being blown away and seperated from your bones.

"W-Would you mind slowing down, just a bit?"

"Come on [Y/N], that's not fun."

"So you call this fun? You're gonna kill us both. I'm too beautiful to die right now!"

"Tsk. You're no fun." You're about to make a rebuttal but he slows down reluctantly and matches the speed you will normally drive at. You sigh in relief and absently rests your chin on his right shoulder, looking at the stores, buildings, and a few people walking on the sidewalk which you are hastily passing by. On your left you see numbered vehicles and a few more buildings.

You're enjoying the ride, however, you hear the tire from behind pop. That is already bad, and worse comes when the front one pops too. He goes to the side before halting.

"Shit! Just our luck!"

"Haha seems like you and I share the same fate, huh? Goals."

Mello sighs as a realization dawns him.

'Matt.. you little shit.'

"Whadda we do now?" You worriedly ask.

"We're still halfway to the place I'm taking you and this happens.. I suppose I can just park this somewhere. You wouldn't mind walking, would you?"

"Sounds fine with me then."

He nods and parks the motor beside a bicycle and a car in front of a store, placing a tracker in it just in case it gets stolen. But if it ever does, he can just get another one. Legally or not. Doesn't matter.

In silence, you and Mello start walking side by side. Arriving upon a city bridge you can't help but stare at the river. The limit to what you can see on its side is a lively city despite the hour, with skyscrapers and billboard signs lit up. You can hear the occasional, distant sounds of car engines.

You avert your gaze back in the front, meeting chatty people on your way who are walking opposite to you and Mello. You realize that they're mostly couples who are matching clothes and openly talking, not caring if they're to be heard by others. Mello also notices, and not only that but the way you two undeniably look like one. Without any intentions, your clothes match. Not that it's a big deal since everyday you two wear black, but because of your surroundings, he might as well seize the opportunity.

Beaming from ear to ear, he holds your hand and intertwines your fingers together. You're confused, but at the same time liking it, a blush creeping on your face.

"Don't mind if I do. We don't wanna look like a couple who can't bear with each other after some kind of quarrel, do we?"

"But we're not a couple."

"No, not yet."

You stop and raise an eyebrow.

"Oop. Did I say that out loud? My bad."

He cheekily grins. It's only a joke, you think, but at the same time you wish that he's not joking—which he really isn't.

"Hey, how long are we going to walk?"

"Why? Are your feet giving up already? Want a piggyback?"

You completely turn red. He smiles at that.

"Nah.. I—"

"Don't waste the opportunity. I might change my mind later."

"I don't care. This is enough."

You squeeze his hand tightly—too tight that he swears he feel his phalanges breaking—but unexpectedly, he just moans. And people look at the two of you.

"The fuck was that?!? I didn't know you were some kind of masochist!"

"DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO SAY IT OUT LOUD?"

"AHA so you do admit being a masochist!!"

"WHAT? NO! I'M NOT!"

"Why so defensive now?"

"Because people are hearing you???"

"Let them! HAHAHAHA! MY BOYFRIEND IS A MASOCHIST! ISN'T THAT CUTE??"

But after realizing what you just said, you stop and gnaw your lower lip.

"Oh earth swallow me right now.. Sorry! God I'm embarrassed. You're not my boyfriend—"

"Didn't I tell you? Not yet."

You punch his shoulder playfully. "Stop joking around! I might actually believe you ya know?"

"Who said I was joking?"

"..Of course you are—"

"—OH, here we are!"

He diverts the topic, leaving you to slightly pout to yourself as he turns left to an unoccupied and dark area, pulling you to the railing where you two halt and see the perfect angle to view the city and the river from. The water and its light ripples glimmer under the moonlight as the brisk wind hits your skin, making you slightly shiver. Mello notices this and takes off his jacket, insisting you should wear it instead. You don't argue.

"Mello, this is.. magnificent. And a nice spot to stargaze as well! It's pretty wherever I lay my eyes on."

"Except behind us, maybe. You don't like trees that much."

You cackle. "They give me the creeps, especially during night. But at least we don't have to face that way, do we?"

He shakes his head as he laughs, inclining himself closer to you. He places his hands just beside yours on the railing, looking up and then looking at you, who's still busy admiring the sky.

He can't help but smile admiring you in your adorable placidity.

"The stars are pretty tonight." You say as you notice him looking at you in your peripheral vision.

"You always say that. They're always pretty. Sparkly."

"Mesmerizing to look at." You add. He nods, still staring at you.

"That's why I love the stars.."

"Uh huh. And chocolate." You grin.

"And you."

You stand flabbergasted, daring not to look at him directly. Your heart feels like it's about to jolt out of your chest. Your fingers begin to tremble on their own as you feel something intangible whirling inside your stomach. You know what it is—and he's making your heart flutter. But you can't trust this feeling as you aren't even sure if he's joking or not. And if he is, you kinda hate it. You want it to be real.

"Aye, don't flirt with me. That's so not you." You snap, rolling your eyes.

It doesn't take him too long to perceive what's on your mind. He taps your shoulder before sitting on the railing, inviting you to join him. You're a little hesitant for the fear of falling to the water. And when it comes to this kind of thing, you don't trust Mello. You're sure he'll eventually push you. The number of times he had done this to you in some places before is something you can't even count anymore.

"C'mon [Y/N]. Don't be scared. I won't push you. Or if I do, you're free to drag me as well."

"Tch. So you do intend to push me." Nevertheless, you sit beside him and grip the bars tightly with your clammy palms. Luckily the concrete extends six inches after the railing.

Mello feels like you two aren't physically close enough, and he thinks it's not 'romantic' enough, so he slides even closer to you until his palm is already above your hand and your shoulders bump.

"Oh, no. You keep your distance, Mr. Wonka."

"It's not like we're having social distancing here you know?"

"You're too close."

"And I'm going to get even closer.."

He whispers, his hot breath tickling the side of your neck. You sigh and face him, and your noses bump. You urgently back away and you almost slip if not for him.

"What's gotten into your system for you to act so flirty all of a sudden?"

"You."

"MELLO!! I'm damn serious. Like, all the jests can wait but for now, just.. don't flirt with me. I'm in no mood."

"Aww, trying to shoo me away huh? After stealing my heart and my chocolates, here you are suddenly breaking my poor, poor heart."

"One more attempt and I'm going to drown you."

"Heeeeeeey. Don't be so vicious now." He softly bumps your shoulder with his. You only click your tongue in annoyance.

"Seriously. Stop messing with me. I hate you."

"No you don't. I'm not messing with you. I'm serious—"

"Tch. Serious my ass."

"..You don't have one—"

"See? You little fucktard. You keep on messing with me. So just stop flirting with me. I swear I'll kill you if you continue."

"Whaaat? Seriously, I'm not messing with you. You gotta—"

"Mels, no, no, no. You can poke fun of me, push me off right now or anything but just don't flirt with me. You're a bastard for torturing my feelings. That's not cool at all. Damn it," you spat. He keep his silence, his mouth starting to gape.

"Don't make me assume things because I really, really, really like you!"

The words pour out unbidden. Your voice resonates and immediately you shut up and look down with a furious blush.

'That's it, congratulations for possibly ruining your friendship.' You think as you bite your lower lip.

Your blush vanishes as the fluttering feeling in your chest does, being replaced with instant regret, as if your heart has dropped to your stomach.

The look of surprise in his face turns to a cheeky grin. With much glee, he chuckles.

"I've always known this devil is a pure softie inside..."

"M-Mello.."

You are about to tear up, but then he says, "Do you know what you just did? You ruined my plans, [Y/N]! But I suppose I can forgive you for that."

"What?? Plan?? Damn you, damn you, damn you! I knew you were up to no good! Damn it, Mello! Pretend this night never existed. I'm outta here—"

"No no, it's not what you think. 'I like you' was supposed to be my line, not yours!" He can't help but burst out laughing, leaving you momentarily dazed, but then when you realize what he possibly meant by that, it's as if your heart has come back to life. Your face turns red.

"I was going to confess to you tonight, but it looks like the tables had turned. You are a.. partypooper! Do you know how many times I've practice saying that in front of Matt, just to end up with you saying it instead of me? Unbelievable!"

He wheezes, catches his breath, then looks at you. "And look, I'm not complaining, alright? Haha.. but the way things turn out to be in the end is just so.. whimsical. But I'm gonna say it anyway: I like you. I like you a lot."

You scrutinize his facial expression just to be sure that he's serious, and you confirm he truly is. He's absently smiling, and just from staring at you is the reason. Rapture dances in his eyes. He looks genuinely happy and candid at the moment. And here you are left speechless, only staring at him as a sheepish smile slowly invades your face.

You almost lose your grip on the railing when he briefly kisses your cheek. And again, nothing comes out of your mouth.

"Do I also need to say that I wanna be your boyfriend? Because, isn't it obvious?"

"Mello..."

"No pressure, [Y/N]. If we both like each other but you're not yet ready for a relationship, I understand and I can wait."

"Well.." You hide your face on his shoulder because you feel like the longer you stare at him, the more probable it is that you'll faint. "Uhm.. Err... Have you ever been.. in a relationship?"

"No, not really. You will be my first one. If you accept."

You smile. "Well, same as you here."

"Really? I thought you already had a partner or two before."

"I had no time to be in love. Add that some of the people I was acquainted with sucked, and the kind ones.. well, let's just say that they seemed to be missing something.. something that, I suppose, only you have. And.. it will really make me happy if you are to be my first," you lift your head up to meet his eyes. "So I accept."

"You serious?? Right here?? Right now??"

"Need I repeat myself, partner-in-crime?"

"Haha! Course not!"

You peck his cheek as your warm smile broadens. You then rest your head on his shoulder, your eyes never leaving the distant city as he wraps an arm around your waist, meticulous so that you two wouldn't slip from the railing and fall down.

"I think it's safe to assume now that you're the one behind flattening my tires. And just so I can ride with you. You're a cunning man, so I suppose you also did something with your own scooter just so we could walk together, like couples in movies. Haha I never thought you'd think something like that!"

"It was Matt's idea. Swear. He thought it was more romantic that way. And he's probably the one who rigged my scooter. He really can be a huge pain in the ass sometimes."

"Like you are."

"Aw come on. Take that back you little demon!"

"Noooopeeeee! Pfahahaha— AAAA SHIT!"

And with that, you both plunge into the frigid water with a loud splash.

[pleasesireimjustasidecharacter]

Everyone! Heres the celebration for 30 chapters!

Theres quite a bit of cursing in here!! Also thisll be a long comment!

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Y/N, to Ian: "Christy says that if I don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything"

Y/n: "But she's not here and you're a little bitch!!"

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Theo: "will you be my valentines?"

Y/n: "Valentine’s Day is a capitalist scam that perpetuates the patriarchal idea of love."

Theo:

Y/n: "But to answer your question, yes"

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Y/n: "I slept like 5 minutes last night but then I drank like five cups of coffee so if I die today don’t worry I’m probably just sleeping. Probably."

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Y/n: "Hey, if I ask you a boy question will you promise not to be weird?"

Christy: "Of course!"

Y/n: "So there's this guy-"

Christy, firmly: "You can do better"

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Y/n: "Theo and I aren't friends anymore."

Theo: "Y/n that's the worst possible way to say we're dating"

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Ian: "You fell for me just admit it."

Y/n: "YOU TRIPPED ME-"

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Christy: "Because we're smart!"

Jeremy: *falling down the stairs in the background*

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Child Christy, in a high voice, holding barbie: "Hey Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!"

Child Y/n, in a deep voice, holding ken: "Nonsense, Barbie. You're staying home and having my kids."

Child Theo: "wh-WHAT ARE YOU TWO PLAYING???"

Child Y/n: "Systematic oppression"

•

Penelope: "Hey Y/n! Truth or dare?"

Y/n: "Truth"

Penelope: "How many hours of sleep have you gotten this week"

Y/n: "....dar-"

Penelope: "Go to sleep"

Y/n: "I don't like this game"

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Y/n: "Schrodinger's cat is overrated, if you want to see something thats both dead and alive just talk to me"

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Y/n: "Hey Ian! Ian!"

Ian: "what"

Y/n: "try this coffee and tell me what it tastes like!"

Ian: *drinks it*

Ian: "Hazelnut?"

Y/n: "I dont know I found it in the garbage"

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Y/n: "I want to wake up with you every morning :)"

Theo: "I wake up at 4:30"

Y/n: "Nevermind I'm leaving you"

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Ian: "hey bathroom gir-"

Y/n: "honestly at this point I'd rather you call me a slur"

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Y/n: "Baby I'm deficient in vitamins scientists ain't even heard of"

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Adrian: "Alright y/n! What do you think?"

Y/n: "I wasn't even listening but I strongly disagree with Ian."

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Ian: "Good morning everyone! I've lived yet another day and as god is my witness I will make that Y/n's problem"

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Y/n: "If I was a vampire in my bat form I would simply hide in your jacket pocket >:)"

Theo: "I will cut small pieces of fruit throughout the day for you"

Y/n: "I appreciate you so much"

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Christy: "Hey how do you think you'd die in the Wonka factory?"

Y/n, without missing a beat: "Bullet to the head"

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Ian, trying to tease Y/n: "You still owe be 25 cen-"

Y/n, with complete seriousness: "You'll have to kill me for it"

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Any of the male leads: *asks out y/n*

Y/n: 'quick think of a nice way to decline!!'

Y/n, panicking: "Id rather you puree my skull with a brick"

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Jeremy: "Why are Christy and Y/n sitting with their backs together?"

Theo: "They got in a fight"

Jeremy: "But they're holding hands??"

Theo: "they get sad when they fight"

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Cop: "You're receiving a ticket for having three people on a motrcycle"

Theo: "Wait three??"

Cop: "Yeah???"

Jeremy: "OH GOD"

cop: "???"

Christy: "Y/N FELL OFF"

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Penelope, talking on the phone: "Did you preheat the oven like I told you?"

Leon: "Yeah"

Penelope: "What di you set it to?"

Leon: "...535"

Penelope: "thats the clock"

Leon:

Penelope:

Leon: "536"

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Y/n: "This is a mistake"

Christy: "A mistake we're going to laugh at someday!"

Y/n: "but not today"

Christy, still enthusiastic: "Oh no, today's going to be a mess."

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Y/n: "Someones going to die"

Christy: "Of FUN!!"

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Penelope: "You're starting to forget your spanish! You dont practice!!"

Leon: "Lo siento. Estoy embarazada."

Penelope: "You just said you're pregnant"

Jeremy: "Congratulations! You're glowing"

(Like I know Jeremy's smart but like...he just gives off himbo vibes and I'll die by that hill)

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Christy: "Can you plan the halloween party y/n??"

Y/n: "I got it covered, yeah"

Y/n: *kicks the g off of the graveyard sign*

Y/n: "Done"

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Christy: "Why are Ian and Y/n giving eachother flowers? Don't they hate eachother?"

Penelope: "They do...those flowers represent death and misfortune

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Penelope, trying to collect data for a project: "Whats your blood type?"

Y/n: "How would I know?"

Penelope: "How would you not?"

Y/n: "Who do you think I am? Karl Landsteiner??"

Penelope: "You don't know your own blood type BUT YOU KNOW WHO DISCOVERED THEM???"

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Christy: "Its okay! No ones going to judge you! I mean I get it honestly, she's nice, funny, really pretty-"

Penelope: "I'm not even in love with y/n but I'm starting to think you might be"

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-Time for some Alexandrei s̶l̶a̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ content!!-

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Alex: "Flirting is part of my heritage"

Y/n: "what does that even mean-"

Henry: "His moms a slut too"

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Y/n: "Hey Henry, is something going on with Alexandrei? He hasnt been talking to me"

Henry: "Enjoy it while it lasts"

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Alex: "you live nearby but you still wont let us crash at your place!"

Y/n: "You people already know too much about me"

Alex: "We know 3 facts about you"

Ian: "And one of them is that you wont let us crash at your place"

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Christy: "I relate to Belle because she loves books and likes people for who they are!"

Alex: "I relate to Tinkerbell because if she doesn't get enough attention she dies"

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Y/n and Alexandrei sitting at the cafe

Y/n, trying to think of something to break the ice: "Wanna talk about muppet biology-"

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Alex, trying to open up to y/n: "There was something that prevented me from making friends as a child.."

Y/n: "Must've been your personality :/"

[allforthe-gays]

the foxes as things me and my 6 siblings have done:

one time matt locked his keys in his truck when he was in the middle of getting gas at sams club, so andrew and neil had to drive from columbia to pick the lock for him because for some reason he keeps his spare key in the glove box. matt wait in the food court because all of the disgruntled old people were staring at him when he was by his car and it made him nervous.

when aaron and nicky argue their issue always ends up being resolved by nicky pinning aaron on the ground until he calms down. everyone thinks that aaron is stronger but nicky has gangly limbs and sometimes aaron just needs to be sat on to have some time to think about his issues.

kevin is the type of useless bisexual that accidentally flirts with everyone but can’t tell when people flirt with him. one time he went to starbucks and the barista complimented his tattoo, and then asked for his number. kevin then replied “sorry i don’t think my order had a number?” it wasn’t until he’d taken his drink back to his car that he realized what had happened.

allison and renee both slowly started flirting with each other, and made out at new years and gave each other valentine’s day gifts and whenever they hangout the things they do could also be done on a date. it wasn’t until they both bought tickets to a dodie concert to surprise the other that they finally got their shit together and officially started dating. they ended up giving the extra tickets to neil and andrew. andrew insisted they only went to make sure allison treated his bff right, but his spotify history said otherwise.

when aaron and nicky were little they would be babysat by nicky’s mom instead of going to daycare. after watching willy wonka and the chocolate factory nicky decided to stack two step stools on top of each other to get into a jar of marshmallows kept on the top shelf. he then threw handfuls of marshmallows onto the ground below where aaron chased after them. he didn’t fall off of the stools but he did break the jar the marshmallows were in.

dan bites people. it’s how she shows her love. she also carries a pack of dried pasta with her and will eat it like trail mix.

neil sometimes forgets the correct word for things in english and he can never remember the word for “stir” so when he wants someone to stir something he asks them to “turn it around”. he only said this to nicky once because he replied with “i thought you didn’t swing but you can have a look if you want ;)”

i don’t know if any of these make sense but if you want more, lemme know

[writingfromkitchenator]

1,500 Followers Challenge!

The Title/Trope Challenge!

Again, thank you all for all your support!  You are all amazing and I truly cannot thank you enough for helping me get this far.  It’s certainly a milestone that I never thought I’d see.

Straight to the challenge!

Basic rules apply ~ there are 30 songs and 30 quotes posted below, pick one from your fandom with your character.  This will be open for a while as 2 requests per song/quote.  The only rule is here is, is that the requests cannot be from the same fandom.  I will try and keep the lists as updated as I can to try and avoid cross overs!

The extra - This time around, send me either a title and/or a trope to base to the fic on.  They can be as weird and wonderful as you want, or something simple.  In your ask, just specify which you are sending me and I’ll do the rest from there!

Recap:

Send me an ask with your request

Include your fandom and character

Choose a song and quote

Give me a title and/or a trope to base the fic on!

In saying that, please remember that this is all just a bit of fun, I’m sure you can have a laugh at some of the quotes below (based off of some of my favourite movies).  Please send all requests through asks, it’s easier for me to keep track of, and let me know of any questions!  It is, of course, okay to request more than once!

For now, there is no closing date, we will just keep going until all the requests are full!  Requests will be closing 1st May.

Further info below the cut.

Songs

Evermore  ~ Dan Stevens (Beauty and the Beast) - Lord of the Rings

Protector  ~ City Wolf - Supernatural and The Hobbit

I  See the Light ~ Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi (Tangled) - Lord of the Rings

I'd  Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) ~ Meat Loaf - Marvel and Supernatural

Bloodshot  ~ Sam Tinnesz

Let’s  Hear It For The Boy ~ Deniece Williams

All  Eyes On You ~ Smash Into Pieces

Feel  Invincible ~ Skillet

Natural  ~ Imagine Dragons - Lord of the Rings

Wrong  Side Of Heaven ~ Five Finger Death Punch

Shatter  Me ~ Lindsey Stirling Ft. Lzzy Hale - Supernatural

Feeling  Good ~ Nina Simone - The Hobbit and Marvel

Somebody  To Love ~ Queen - The Hobbit and The Witcher

Hurricane  ~ Thirty Seconds to Mars

You  Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi - The Hobbit

Girls  Just Wanna Have Fun ~ Cyndi Lauper - Supernatural

Total  Eclipse of the Heart ~ Bonnie Tyler - The Hobbit

Don’t  You (Forget About Me) ~ Simple Minds

Hell  Ain’t a Bad Place to Be ~ AC/DC

Love  Is A War ~ Jeremy Renner

A  Reason to Fight ~ Disturbed - The Witcher

True  Love ~ P!nk ft. Lily Allen - Marvel and Supernatural

Poison  ~ Alice Cooper

Sucker  for Pain ~ Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons w/ Logic & Ty  Dolla $ign ft X Ambassadors (Suicide Squad)

Hello  Hello ~ Elton John ft. Lady Gaga (Gnomeo and Juliet) - Lord of the Rings and Supernatural

I’m  Gonna Be (500 Miles) ~ The Proclaimers - Marvel and Lord of the Rings

I Will Always Love You ~ Whitney Houston  (The Bodyguard) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

When You Wish Upon A Star ~ Cliff Edwards  (Pinocchio) - The Hobbit

Raise Hell ~ Dorothy

Leave Me Lonely ~ Imelda May

Quotes

I mean, those people aren't exactly our regular customers. (Legion)

I would not have shown you such mercy. (Legion) - Lord of the Rings

When you hesitate, people die. (Doom)

Yeah, I was thinking about it. (Doom)

Will you please get this child off my leg? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks) - Supernatural

Do you poison the dragon or just the liver? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks)

I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering. (The Music Man) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

A man can't turn tail and run just because a little personal risk is involved. (The Music  Man) - Marvel

You idiots! You fools! You imbeciles! (101 Dalmatians) - Supernatural

It was a beautiful spring day. Tedious time of the year for bachelors. (101  Dalmatians) - Marvel

I think I am familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this problem until it  swims up and bites you in the ass. (Jaws) - Lord of the Rings

Smile you son of a bitch! (Jaws)

You never have control, that’s the illusion! (Jurassic Park) - The Hobbit

Boy, do I hate being right all the time.  (Jurassic  Park) - The Witcher

The suspense is terrible.  I hope it'll last. (Willy  Wonka and The Chocolate Factory) - Lord of the Rings

So shines a good deed in a weary world. (Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory)

That was naughty. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) - The Hobbit and Supernatural

You broke my heart once. This time you missed. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen)

You know, he looks heroic and he walks fast, but he’s kind of got a negative attitude.  (The Meg) - The Lord of the Rings

Yeah, well, I’m not crazy, I’ve just seen things no one else has. (The Meg) - Marvel

Eight years is a long time. Can I make you a cup of tea? (Godzilla) - Marvel

As far as he's concerned, you're just a pair of breasts that talk. (Godzilla) - The Hobbit

Afraid? You don't know what afraid is. You will not last five minutes without me.  (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Oh, okay, honey. Well, that would be cheating. (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Carrots? Why is it always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots! (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural

I know what you seek, and you will not find it here. (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural and The Witcher

No. I can't do that, and if you were in my position, you'd do the same. (Alien)

When I give an order I expect to be obeyed. (Alien)

I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier.  (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings

Well, I say we get drunk, because I'm all out of ideas. (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit

Characters I will write for:

The Hobbit – Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Bofur, Nori, Gloin (friends only), Frerin, Thranduil, Bard, Legolas, Bilbo, Lindir, Beorn

The Lord of the Rings – Aragorn, Boromir, Eomer, Faramir, Legolas, Gimli, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Elrond, Haldir

Supernatural – Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, Gabriel, Lucifer, Benny, Balthazar, Chuck, Garth, Mick, Gadreel, Charlie, Bobby

Marvel – Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki, Thor, Peter Quill, Logan, Stephen Strange, Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson, Heimdall

Dragon Age – Alistair, Anders, Cullen, Morrigan, Zevran, Leliana, Fenris, Sebastian, Iron Bull, Dorian, Cassandra, Blackwall, Varric

Harry Potter – Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Neville, Remus, Sirius, Fred, George

Star Trek (Newer Films) – Kirk, Spock, Bones, Scotty

The Witcher (TV Series) – Geralt, Yennefer, Jaskier

Of course, this list isn’t a final thing, if you feel I could write a character, please just send me a message and I’ll let you know if I’m comfortable with it or not.

Please of course note that all drabble requests are reader insert.  I will not do character pairings, but I will change to first/third person if you prefer reading that way.  Y/N will be the standard name though and remain that way.

For any Dragon Age requests, if you wish to appear as a certain race, please let me know.