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I Don’t Deserve You {Part 1} (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, protective joel, use of (y/n) and (y/l/n), age gap (reader is in her 20s and Joel is in his 50s), mentions of abuse, vague mentions of period (lmk if i missed any)

Summary: You were popular in Jackson but you have been single your whole life. Despite many men flirting with you, you have never found your ideal type. Until one day, you saw Joel and you fell in love at first sight. But he felt insecure.

Words count: 2.2k

A/N: There will be part 2 for this one so stay tuned!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

“Hey (y/n)! You’re here!.” Your friend, Lily greeted you.

“Hi Lily! It’s Friday night and I have nothing to do at home. I heard tonight is the kids’ movie night. I thought I’d stop by and see my students. What are they playing tonight?”

“The Lion King. It's the third time they’re playing it again. Ugh.”

“Oh! Well, I can’t blame them. Kids love The Lion King. ”

You were a teacher in Jackson so you knew how much the kids love that movie. They would ask you to sing Hakuna Matata every day in school.

“(y/n) look there.” Lily gave you a sign to look behind you.

You were familiar with Tommy and Maria. But you didn’t recognize the other two. You saw a man who looked similar to Tommy but older and a teen girl walking inside following Tommy and Maria.

“Newcomers?” You asked Lily.

“They came a while ago. I heard his name is Joel Miller.”

“Miller? So he’s Tommy’s brother then?” You tilted your head.

“I’m guessing older brother. He came with the girl. I assumed she’s his daughter. But no wife. Probably single.” Lily smirked and lightly bumped her elbow to you.

Lily knew you’ve been single your whole life. You were pretty popular in Jackson. You were beautiful inside out and everyone adored your kind and altruistic self. You have had many men flirting with you but you have never found “The One”.

“Why are you giving me that face?” You slapped Lily’s upper arm.

You were slightly annoyed with Lily’s action but deep down you liked it. He was probably a lot older than you but you couldn’t deny the fact that the middle-aged man looked hot with his salt and pepper hair. His shoulder was broad and he was a lot taller than you. His face didn’t look friendly but you could see a strong man from his eyes.

“Well, I mean he looked pretty hot for his age.” You put your hand behind your neck awkwardly.

“I know right! Why don’t you try and go talk to him?” Lily pushed you.

“Oh no no, that’s not why I’m here today. I’m here to watch a movie with my students.”

“Ugh..You’re no fun (y/n).” Lily crossed her arms.

“Okay, enough talking about men. Now, I’m gonna get me some popcorn and enjoy The Lion King.” You walked away giving a mocking face to your friend.

“Ms. (y/l/n)!” A little boy called you and hugged your legs.

“Hey Timmy! Are you here with your parents?” You crouched to be the same height as the little boy.

“Yes! There!” Timmy pointed his index finger to show you where his parents were.

“Do you want some popcorn?” You smiled as you caressed his hair.

“Yes! Yes!” He jumped excitedly.

“Okay, Timmy. Calm down.” You chuckled as you took two bowls of popcorn for you and Timmy.

“Here.” You gave Timmy his popcorn.

“Thank you, Ms. (y/l/n)!” He ran to his seat as the movie was starting.

Your heart was warm just by watching how excited the little boy was. You smiled as you stood up. You looked to your right and found Joel staring at you. He looked away immediately when you made eye contact with him. You pretended it never happened and walked to find a seat.

“Pretty, huh?” Tommy teased Joel.

“What?” Joel acted dumb.

“I know you were starin’ at that pretty girl right there, Joel. Don’t even think about it. All the men in Jackson have tried winning her heart but no one has succeeded.” Tommy scoffed.

“I wasn’t even thinkin’ about it.” Joel growled.

Joel lied. Deep down in his heart he thought you were attractive. You were beautiful in his eyes, especially the way you were so kind to the little kid before. For the past 20 years, kindness was something that was not common to see. So he felt warm in his heart when he saw someone so pretty and kind before his eyes.

The night ends with you having a split second of eye contact with Joel.

On Sundays, you took part in church services as one of the singers of the choir group. You were singing and found Joel sitting beside Tommy, Maria and Ellie. You saw him staring at you as you were singing. You tried to focus and avoid eye contact with him. Again, the two of you never had a conversation. Just eye contact. You went with your week without bumping into Joel. You couldn’t help thinking about him. He was your type and you wanted to get to know him more. But you were scared of how intimidating he looked and people were talking about how grumpy he was.

One week had passed since you saw Joel. It was Saturday night, you were suffocated in your bedroom as you couldn’t stop thinking about him. After a few moments of rolling on your bed, you decided to go to the bar where Lily worked.

“Oh, (y/n). I’m glad you’re here. One of our workers didn’t come to work today. We need help. Will you help us?” Lily sighed and gave you the puppy eyes.

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” You followed Lily behind the bar counter and put on the apron she gave you.

“Thank you so much. You’re my lifesaver. So, you know the drill, right? You’ve helped me here a few times before.” Lily put her hands to hold your upper arm.

“Of course.” You nodded.

Apparently, you have always helped Lily at the bar whenever she needed help. You loved your friend so you were always there to help her whenever you were available. It was hectic for a few hours then people were starting to leave. That was the moment you saw Joel walking inside towards you. He chose a seat in front of the bar counter. You were wiping some glasses as he sat in front of you.

“What can I get you?” You asked him.

“Just a glass of beer.” His eyes looked tired but he tried to give you a smile.

“Here.” You passed him the beer.

You were thinking maybe this was your chance to have a conversation with him. With the man who had been occupying your mind the whole week. You gathered your courage and started a conversation.

“Long day, huh?”

“Nearly got one of the guys killed on patrol today.” He told you as he drank his beer.

“Oh. Is he okay?” You tried to sympathize with him.

“He’s fine. Got a few stitches but he’s fine physically. I’m not sure about mentally.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Hoping your words could help him calm down.

He nodded and looked at you. You could see his lips moving. It looked like he was trying to say something but he was hesitating.

“You were amazing the other day.” He finally found his words.

“Huh?” You were confused.

“I saw you in church last Sunday.”

“Oh! You mean choir. Thank you.” You couldn’t hide your smile from his compliment.

You flinched as you heard Lily calling your name, cutting off your conversation with Joel. Joel was eavesdropping.

“(y/n)! Thank you so much for helping us. We have less customers now. You can go home and rest now. You can have a voucher for a free drink if you want.” Lily was grateful to have a friend like you.

“It’s nothing. That’s what friends are for. I’m always here to help. Anyways, can I have that free drink tonight?” Lily smirked as she knew what you were going to do.

You took off your apron and walked towards Joel.

“Can I join you?” You asked Joel.

“Sure.” He nodded and dragged the chair next to him for you to sit.

“I’m (y/n). I haven’t got your name.” You extended your hand to shake his hand.

“Joel. Joel Miller.” He shook your hand.

“Miller? As in Tommy Miller?” You pretended like you didn’t know him.

“He’s my brother. Younger brother.”

You hummed and nodded as if you just connected the dot.

“So, you work here?” Joel faced you and asked.

“Uhm..No, I was just helping my friend today. One of the workers didn’t come so I came to help.”

“How nice of you. Don’t think there’s someone who's still kind enough in this ruined world.”

“I guess there is still hope.”

Joel scoffed.

“So, if you’re not a bartender then..”

“Guess. What kind of job do you think I’m doing?” You tried to flirt with Joel.

“Uhmm.. nurse?” Joel shrugged.

“Hmm..nope.” You shook your head.

“Teacher? I don’t know but I think you will make a great teacher like teaching kids. You look really patient.” Joel answered with a doubting tone.

“No way? Really? You’re right though. I teach kids in this town. I’ve been teaching for a few years now.” You chuckled.

“What do you teach? Fractions?” Joel tried to joke. (TLOU ep 1 reference 😂)

“Yes, yes. It’s one of them.” You threw your head back and laughed.

Joel shook his head and smiled. He looked like he was proud of getting the right answer.

“How about you?” You asked him back.

“Me?” He pointed at himself on the chest.

“You do patrols?” You nodded and drank your beer.

“I..uh.. arrived here not long ago. Still figurin’ things out and helpin’ doin’ patrols at the moment.”

“You must be a tough guy.” You gave him a light fist on his upper arm and you could feel how strong his biceps were.

He flinched at the touch as he was getting butterflies from your slight touch. He didn’t know he would ever feel that feeling that he hadn’t had for years.

“Oh shit.” You sighed as you saw Josh, the man who was obsessed with you coming towards you.

“You know you shouldn’t say that word when you’re teachin’ right?” Joel teased you not knowing about the situation.

“Hey, baby. Why are you drinking without me?” Josh put his arms around you as he sat next to you.

“I don’t have a reason to drink with you, Josh.” You rolled your eyes as you shoved his hand away.

“Cranky. Are you at that time of the month?” He mocked you.

Josh had asked you out before but you didn’t like him. You knew he only wanted to get inside your pants. Just like the other guys. But he was obsessed with you. You rejected his proposal to be his girlfriend but he kept coming after you.

Joel watched you as you clenched your fist gripping your jeans. He knew you were not comfortable with Josh’s appearance so instead of leaving, he stayed beside you.

“So who is this old man? I haven’t seen you.” Josh looked at Joel.

“He’s my friend.” You answered him coldly.

“I’m Joel.” Joel introduced himself without extending his hand to shake hands with Josh.

“Well, Joel. I need time alone to be with (y/n). Can you leave?” Josh moved his hands back and forth as he was trying to tell Joel to go away.

You were scared. You didn’t want to be alone with Josh. Not after that time, when he slapped you after saying no to be his girlfriend. Your hands were shaking and Joel noticed.

“We were about to leave actually. I promised (y/n) somethin’.” Joel lied to help you get out of this situation.

You looked at Joel and let out a sigh as you felt safe that Joel would protect you. Joel stood up and held your wrist to get you out of the bar.

“She’s staying.” Josh grabbed your other wrist.

You gasped and your eyes were teary.

“You really don’t want to mess with me, kid.” Joel growled.

You could see his death stare at Josh. Josh got scared as Joel was bigger than him. Even though he looked intimidating, you weren’t scared of him. Instead, you felt safe and comfortable. As you and Joel walked a few steps far enough from the bar, Joel stopped.

“You’re shakin’. Are you alright?” His voice was soft. It sounded very different from when he was talking to Josh.

“I-I-Uhm-I’m fine. Thank you.” You couldn’t breathe properly because you were too scared.

Josh’s appearance made all your bad memories came to your head again.

“Hey. You’re safe now.” Joel rubbed your back up and down to make you feel calm.

“Where do you live? Let me walk you home.”

“Uh-It’s- 15 minute walk from here.” You guided Joel to your house.

“So is this Josh guy your ex-boyfriend or somethin’?” Joel asked.

“Ugh. No. He asked me out but I said no. And then he slapped me. Many times. I got bruises from it.”

“Jesus. I’m sorry that happened to you.” Joel closed his eyes as he was shocked to hear that happened to you. He wondered how someone could hurt a kind and nice person like you.

As you arrived at your front porch, you faced Joel.

“Thank you for helping me out today, Joel.”

“No problem. Just find me whenever you need help.” He shoved his hands in his pocket.

The night ended. You were glad you finally talked to Joel today. And your head couldn’t stop rewinding that scene when he saved you from Josh. You giggled and kicked your blanket thinking about him. You just talked to him once but your feelings towards Joel had already grown deeper.

To be continued..

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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incorrectbatfam · 8 months

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I really enjoy your retail Seph so I ask myself this how would the rest of the Batfam fair in the same boat?

Margie | Batfam | Rogues | Justice League

[grocery store]

Steph: Think you're ready for the deli counter?

Duke: Psh, yeah. How hard can it be?

Bruce: Hi, I'll do ten pounds of brisket, please.

Duke: Brisket. That's... uh...

Steph, whispering: The brown one.

Duke: *starts scooping taco meat*

———————

[clothing store]

Steph: The most important thing is to balance candid feedback with staying on the customer's good side.

Dick: Got it.

Bruce, coming out of the dressing room: How does this look?

Dick: Terrible.

———————

[restaurant]

Steph: Babs, can you ask Table 3 how they like their steak done?

Babs: Sure.

Babs, to Bruce: How would you like your steak done?

Bruce: Medium rare, please. And can I get some more ice?

Babs: Absolutely.

*ten minutes later*

Babs: One steak with ice.

———————

[drive-thru]

Steph: Once you see their order on the screen, just tell them to go to the next window.

Cass: *nods*

Bruce: *pulls up to the drive-thru*

Bruce: One Batburger combo, hold the fry seasoning.

Cass: *puts the order in*

Cass, whispering ominously: See you at window.

———————

[furniture store]

Bruce: Can someone help me move this dresser to my car?

Steph: Sure. Jason?

Jason, exhausted: Seriously? I just hauled that lady's fridge.

Steph: Jason...

Jason: Ugh, fine.

Steph: And don't forget to smile.

Jason, smiling through gritted teeth: You owe me.

———————

[coffee shop]

Steph: Okay Timmy, you're on register.

Tim: Yes ma'am.

Tim, to Bruce: What can I get you?

Bruce: I'll do the smoked salmon, cream cheese, and bagel sandwich.

Tim: Would you like cream cheese in it?

Bruce: ...Yes.

Tim: And smoked salmon?

Bruce: That's what I said...

Tim: And you want that on a bagel?

———————

[call center]

Steph: School projects are so weird nowadays. Anyway, Damian, did you read the employee handbook?

Damian: All 917 pages.

Steph: Nice job. I'll have you take the next call then.

*phone rings*

Damian: Wayne Enterprises account support, how may I assist you?

Bruce: I need to change my password but the website is undergoing maintenance.

Damian: One moment.

Damian: *types into the computer*

Damian: Done.

Bruce: You... you changed my password?

Damian: Yes.

Bruce: What is i—

Damian: *hangs up*

Damian: *gives Steph a thumbs up*

———————

[at home]

Bruce: Steph, between you and me, you're the best among us.

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kteezy997 · 18 days

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I’ve never seen someone do this with Timmy so :

Maybe reader is a masseur and when she massages timothée things get spicy

Oh fuck yes I love this

massage room//t.c.

warnings: workplace smut, handjob, male and female receiving oral sex, doggystyle, cumshot

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you looked at your schedule for the day. Did you read it right? Your last appointment of the day was Timothee Chalamet. As in uber famous Hollywood actor, Timothee Chalamet? Was this even real?

You peeked out into the lobby of the salon, and there he was. In the flesh. Like a tall drink of curly-headed water.

You couldn't believe it. Whoever took the call to make his appointment just jotted his name down, like it was no big deal? How was no one else among the salon employees aware of who was coming in? For he was the most beautiful and talented movie star since Elizabeth Taylor.

You were just stunned at the whole situation. But you had to get yourself and your massage room together, because his appointment time was inching closer.

You were anxious to meet him, as you had been watching him in movies and crushing on him for years now. But you drank some cold water and tried to calm yourself. You were a professional. He was only a typical client. A very hot and sophisticated client, but it did not matter. He would get the same treatment from you as any other person.

You walked out to greet your client; you saw him relaxing on one of the couches in the lobby sitting area. "Mr. Chalamet?"

He shook his curls out of his face as he looked up, smiling.

"I am ready for you. My name is y/n, you can follow me." you smiled politely back a him, trying to not dwell on his charm.

"Perfect." Timothee said, standing up from the couch.

You turned on your heels, leading the way to the back room.

...........

You entered the room, Timothee right behind you. "Thank you for coming in, Mr. Chalamet. I hope you enjoy your experience today."

"Oh, you can just call me Timmy. And the lady I talked to on the phone highly recommended you, so you must be one of the best here."

"Oh, well, I don't know about that, but I will do my best to make you feel better." you turned to face him, "Are there any problem areas for you that I need to give special attention to?"

"Ugh, yeah my back muscles have been really sore lately."

"Okay, sounds good. I assume you've been working on your feet a lot?"

"Yes," he combed his fingers through his hair, "feels like I've been working nonstop lately. Sorry if I seem tired, it's cause I am." he chuckled.

You giggled, "Hopefully I can get some of that stress out of you and you'll be feeling more comfortable. Now, you're scheduled for a one-hour massage, so I'll be working on your full body. I'll give you a moment in private to undress down to whatever your comfort level is. And I'll have you start out laying on your front."

"Is it okay if...I'm naked during the massage?" he crooked an eyebrow at you.

You nearly blushed at the thought of him naked, then you caught yourself, "That is perfectly acceptable. It is most important that you are comfortable. I'll be back in a couple of minutes, Timmy."

"Sounds great, y/n." he smiled softly, starting to take his jacket off, his eyes wandered down your body.

You almost forgot that you needed to leave the room. "Oh, sorry." you laughed at yourself, leaving the room quickly. You could hear him chuckle lightly at you.

Timothee Chalamet had checked you out. You were certain that's what he was doing. And you were going to put your hands on his body?? NO! You are a trained and certified professional. There was nothing sexual or erotic about what was to happen in that room. This was your job. You were providing an innocent service to this man. Right?

.........

You gave Timmy a short amount of time to get undressed and then get comfortable on the massage table, then knocked on the door.

"I'm ready, you can come in." he called from inside the room.

The sound of the calming spa music and the mist from the humidifier in the room brought you to your senses. This is what you did every day. Timmy was no different than any other client.

You found him lying on his stomach as you had instructed him. His cute little bubble butt exposed. You shook your head, getting rid of your filthy thoughts. You then took the blanket on the table and covered him up to his waist with it.

You didn't speak as you lubed your hands up with lotion. You almost always remained quiet during your massages, so that the client can be at their most relaxed state.

As you pressed your hands into his muscles, you said, "If the pressure is too much, just let me know."

Timmy hummed an, "Okay." underneath you.

You went into your massage routine, finding the hard and tender spots up in his shoulders. As you worked out his knots, you took notice of his smooth, pale skin, and his many sprawling freckles all along his back. He didn't make a sound or move at all as you got the deep kinks out, and you knew that they had to be painful. "Be sure to drink plenty of water this evening, to flush out all of those knots, Timmy." you said.

His body was built thin, but his muscles were firm. He was healthy and strong, you could tell. You moved around toward his feet to massage his legs. His calves were tight, so you gave them a good kneading with your fingers.

Next were his feet which were rather long and bony. But they weren't smelly or hairy, so you were glad. Timmy actually smelled quite nice, like soap and a little bit of musk.

"Okay, Timmy, you may turn over onto your back now. Take it nice and slow." you said, as thirty minutes had gone by, and you had finished his back side.

He did as you instructed, slowly turning over to lay on his back. As he settled comfortably, you tucked the blanket along his waistline again.

Timmy's eyes were closed, so he didn't see you bite your lip as he turned over. His chest and abs were super defined. You imagined your tongue running down the lines and valleys of his body, and flicking over his tiny, cute nipples.

You pumped some more lotion into your hands, warming the cream between your palms before spreading your hands over his chest.

You heard a soft, contented sigh leave his throat. You smiled, please with yourself at making him comfortable. Thus was the goal of the massage therapist: to soothe your clients.

"You're great with your hands, y/n." Timmy said, opening his eyes under hooded lids and looking at you.

"So I've heard." you answered, running your fingertips under his collarbones.

"Is it weird if I watch you work?" he asked.

You swallowed, continuing your hand movements along his chest. "No, this is your appointment, sir, you may do as you wish."

"As I wish?" he repeated. You could practically hear the smirk toying with his lips.

"I just mean you should do what makes you comfortable." you moved up, pushing your fingers into his shoulders. The more he talked to you, the more nervous you felt.

"Are you always so professional sounding, y/n?"

"When I am on the clock, yes, Mr. Chalamet." you answered, rubbing and massaging his upper arms.

"What if I paid you to stay after you got off the clock?"

You blushed, but kept your poise, "Well, if you're paying me, sir, am I not on the clock still?"

"Touche." he said simply, then rested quietly, closing his eyes for several minutes as you massaged his forearms and his hands.

You fought the urge to nibble and suck on his long fingers. As you circled your thumbs into his palm, you stared idly at his hands, wondering how his fingers would feel inside of you. Gently, you set his arm down on the table.

You moved down slightly to work on his abdomen, and then his lower body. You rubbed your fingers in your taught patterns along his abdominal muscles, mentally reminding yourself that you were a professional. Though Timmy's previous offer gave hints to something perhaps not so professional.

"What are you thinking, y/n?" came his soft voice, "And be honest." It was as if he had known you for years and could see right through you.

"Um, nothing, sir, I'm just working." you made a feeble attempt to resist the temptation of this man. He was winning.

"I think you're lying." his tone was slightly harsher now. "Are you thinking about my cock? Don't lie to me." He moved up, propping himself onto his elbows and looking at you.

Okay, it was time to play. "Hmm, maybe I am, Mr. Chalamet." You looked at him.

"Well, you should know that I can't stop thinking about your tits. Not even those scrubs can hide how nice they are."

"Really? You think so?" you teased, placing your hands over your boobs.

"Yeah." he replied, tucking his tongue between his teeth cheekily.

"Well, Mr. Chalamet,"

"Timmy." he corrected you.

"Timmy," pushed your hair back off your shoulder, trying to exude confidence, "you show me yours; I'll show you mine." you grinned.

"Take the blanket off me." he demanded.

"Hm." you hummed, leaning over and pulling the big, white blanket off of his lower body, leaving him totally exposed. His cock was long and half hard already. You were genuinely intrigued by the size of him.

"Now take your clothes off." he ordered, not making a move from the massage table.

"So bossy, Timmy." you teased, but shed your uniform and underwear anyway.

The instant your breasts were free, he groped them, "Fuck, they're so nice." He pinched each of your nipples between his long fingers.

You were turned on the second he touched you, and you started to get wet. "Should I massage your cock for you?"

"Yes, please." he answered, leaning back on the table again.

You got the bottle of lotion, and he watched you pump some straight onto his cock. You then set the bottle back down and wrapped your hands around his length. You worked your hands up and down on him, slowly at first.

You looked at Timmy's face as you stroked his cock. His eyes closed, lips pressed together, he let out a "mmm" sound. He began to move his hips upward to meet the rhythm of your hands.

You rolled your wrists back and forth, creating a tight friction on his smooth cock. The lotion worked wonderfully for a hand job. Timmy's cock got fully hard for you, and you had never seen a cock stand so tall. A tiny bead of precum seeped out of his tip. You felt desperate to taste it.

You leaned forward to put your mouth around the tip of his cock. You put your tongue on the saltiness of his precum, then swirled your tongue around him. You took your mouth off of him to lick a stripe from his base to the tip, then you put him back in your mouth to suck.

You moaned at how good his cock felt sliding in and out of your mouth. Timmy kept a firm grip on your hair. You gently massage his balls with your hands, then used your tongue on them.

"Oh, y/n." Timmy cooed.

You licked you hand and jerked his cock again, looking at his shiny, slick body all lubed up from the massage. You licked the head of his cock, then said, "You know, looking like that could get a man ridden to death."

"Yeah?" Timmy raised his brows, "Well, let's see." he made the "come here" motion with his fingers.

You took the invitation to climb onto him. You straddled his waist, and held his cock as you sunk your pussy onto it. His cock introduced a massive pressure inside of you. "Fuck, Timmy." you sighed.

He put his hands on your hips, digging his fingers into your skin.

You grabbed onto his abs, then softly started moving to and fro, getting a feel for his cock, letting it stretch you. You picked up speed, riding him fast, having an image of riding a bull in your mind. You whimpered at the pleasure his cock gave as it hit your g spot.

"Up and down, please." Timmy huffed out the request.

"Yes sir." you said, grinning as you bounced on his dick. You could hear the slapping of damp skin on skin, your ass hit his thighs over and over. You cursed again, tightening your hold on his body, probably scratching him, but he didn't seem to mind.

You felt Timmy's hand gripping your hips, and he slowly started to shake you back and forth as you were fucking him up and down.

The head of his cock hit your g spot with each thrust. It was immaculate. It was pleasure like you hadn't known before. You cried out, you squeezed your breasts, as you trembled on the brink of orgasm.

You knew you were coming, you stopped your movements, pressing your hands onto his chest so you wouldn't fall. You nearly collapsed onto him, huffing and puffing, trying to catch your breath.

Timmy put his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the side of your head. Without a word, he got out from under you.

You felt an instant sense of cold and emptiness once his skin was no longer on yours and you thought that he was going to leave.

Before you could even process it happening, Timmy grabbed you, pulling you to the edge of the table. You gasped as he brought your ass up.

He spread your pussy lips from behind you, and you felt his warm breath on your clit. He swiped his tongue over your pussy, his hands squeezing your ass as he did so.

Your body shook as you were overwhelmed with pleasure.

Timmy suckled your clit between his lips, then dipped his tongue onto it. He did it over and over again, in a pattern that drove you crazy. You moaned his name like he was God.

His mouth left your pussy, but he quickly replaced the sensation with a swift push of his cock all the way inside you, making your toes curl.

"Oh, my fucking god." you purred, taking a grip onto the blanket beside you.

Timmy held onto your waist firmly as he pumped his cock in and out of you. You could hear him breathing hard and grunting. "Do you fuck all of your clients, y/n?"

"No!" you cried. He thrusted deep into you, making you pause before you could say another word. "I've never done anything like this before."

He grabbed your ass by the handful, ramming you hard and fast now, "I knew you were a good girl, ahh, I could just tell." He leaned onto your body, pushed you down onto your chest, then drilled into you.

You moaned wildly; the legs of the massage table creaked as the table shook. Timmy might break the table, but you didn't care.

"Fuck." he muttered, pulling his cock out of you.

You raised up, looked behind you to see him jerking himself and he came in white streams on your ass cheek.

Timmy groaned in the most feral way. Coming down from his high, he looked at you.

You giggled as your eyes met, you couldn't believe the filth that just transpired in your workplace, and how much you loved it.

"I'll be coming back here for sure." Timmy declared.

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How Daphne Haunts the Narrative

I love the concept of a character haunting the narrative. Just… ugh I can’t even explain it.

My favorite examples of this are Sejannus and Lucy Gray in the Hunger Games.

I always found the concept of Daphne to be a very interesting one in the OG, this girl who was a Nymph and an amazing fairy sacrificing it all for her sister and winding up a ghost in a lake.

But I felt like that concept was never used to it’s full potential.

So… I tried to do just that.

In my rewrite, Daphne is almost this larger-than-life entity. She wasn’t just Bloom’s sister.

She was an amazing fairy in her own right, she was a Nymph and the best Guardian of the Dragon Flame that’d been seen in centuries. On top of all of that, she was a dedicated Princess.

That’s part of what makes her tragic, she was the best, and she was still taken down.

Now, Daphne’s situation isn’t what I would call a proper haunting of the narrative, but she’s definetly very present in the way that, in some way or another, almost everything leads back to her.

Bloom is haunted by the idea of having to live up to Daphne, the more she learns about her sister the more she feels like she won’t be able to do just that.

Bloom’s haunted by the memory everyone has of her sister, everyone who remembers Daphne has an insane level of respect for her and misses her dearly. That’s something that can intimidate Bloom from time to time and even make her jealous.

Then, there’s the fact that, if Domino hadn’t fallen and Daphne hadn’t been cursed, then Bloom wouldn’t even be a fairy in the first place.

Daphne gave up, not just the Flame but also a big part of her own power in order to keep Bloom safe and give her the power she would need to be the Guardian of the Flame.

Due to this, Bloom is haunted by guilt and resentment. Guilt due to the fact that pretty much everything she has could technically be seen as something that was ‘taken’ from Daphne. There comes the guilt, which then meets… resentment. Guilty resentment towards Daphne for giving her the Flame and being the action that drops the dominoes towards arguably every bad thing in Bloom’s life.

So, Bloom’s view and relationship of/with Daphne, is complicated to say the least.

This is something I love, since it allows for Bloom’s complex feelings to turn into something that I feel a lot of little sisters can relate to, just the confusion of loving and adoring your sister but also feeling jealousy and resentment and just, not being sure whether you should be like them and trying to be your own person when you have the same teachers… I think it’s kinda relatable in a way. If you take away all the magical shenanigans of course.

This is how Daphne haunts Bloom specifically, but this is named after the narrative, so how does Daphne haunt the very narrative of Veiled Wings?

That, is a very interesting question that has a bit of a complicated answer.

There are two ways in which Daphne haunts the narrative.

The first is ala Star Wars; the story ‘rhyming’. I don’t know if you’ve watched this very old interview with George Lucas but he said something along the lines of “the story rhymes”, what this means is that the same beats occur in the story, in opposite or contrasting ways. They ‘rhyme’.

This is what happens with Daphne and Bloom, in a sense, their stories rhyme.

Both grow up a bit lonely, both find their heart and soul in Alfea. Both make life-long friends there. Bloom finds her connections with fellow fairies while Daphne preffered witches and warlocks and Palladins.

They meet Tabitha and Stella, both with similar personalities but opposite powers. Avalon and Timmy, with the same habit of diving head first into research about anything they’re passionate about and being just a little (unapologetically) weird.

Then there’s their romances. Both Daphne and Bloom have tragedies as romances. Daphne and Valtor started off great, it was their ending that was oh so tragic. While, for Bloom and Sky, it’s Valtor that turns them into a tragedy in the middle of their relationship.

Politea and Selina, both dear friends lost to inner darkness.

Bloom’s story parallels a lot of Daphne’s. (Even if a lot of it is stuff that I just made up that hasn’t really been mentioned or explained).

The second way in which Daphne haunts the narrative, is that, like I mentioned before, almost everything leads back to Daphne in some way or another.

A lot of the villains or people we encounter have ties to her or are situations that she began/participated in in some kind of way.

Darkar was created in part due to Daphne. Darkar attacks Daphne, in turn, Valtor curses him and he becomes the red skeleton we know and love. Daphne is his origin story.

Before Bloom fought Icy, Daphne fought Icy’s cousin and her coven, who was the first to awaken the Ancestral Witches spirit. That is one parallel that I really like just, adding to the fight even if neither Icy nor Bloom are fully aware of the history of previous family also fighting.

Teachers we know (Griselda, Tabitha and Avalon most of all though Codatorta and Palladium also fall here) were once friends with Daphne.

Valtor’s entire reason for fighting is avenging and trying to bring back Daphne. And of course, the Ancestral Witches are locked away in time back in Domino as Daphne’s final act as a warrior.

The end of Daphne’s story sets up the world the Winx start off in.

In a sense, all roads lead back to her.

The narrative can’t escape Daphne’s past actions, her choices, her story rhymes with Bloom’s and a lot of what happens in the story happens due to Daphne’s past and things that she once did.

I always felt like she was never fully utilized in the OG show and I really wanted to have her be a nearly constant presence, I wanted her to be perhaps even more than a ghost.

And thus, the idea of her haunting the narrative and Bloom.

#Veiled wings anniversary #veiled wings and shattered panoramas #winx club #winx rewrite #winx #winx headcannon #winx fanfic #winx headcanons #winx club rewrite #winx daphne #winx bloom #winx valtor

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*taps mic* Hello? Can you hear me? (Except Martyn lol imagine going from the best listener to someone who is deaf)

Hi I just got here and am being very entertained by you guys

Gri I would try to help you work through your trauma but all efforts have been futile so far so instead take this leather jacket and sunglasses (to match timmy!), a sun holographic picture, as well as these cookies 🍪 (<- those are cookies shortbread is a biscuit)

Scott, be careful try not to burn yourself out, take these paints and easels, (fake) coral jewellery, a star/night sky holographic picture, and some poppies

Pearl, I would give you something, but someone is very mean and won't let me, so I'm sending you some sunflowers, a puppy and some bones, a moon holographic picture, and a clock

*If possible, I yank on Martyn's hair* *a note then appears with the following writing* Martyn, I don’t even care about the fact that you betrayed your Scott, it made sense for you, was a good ending moment and he didn't even mind (was probably his favourite version of events that could have happened). No, I'm mad at you because of how apathetic you are. I'm sorry that you find it "easy" to move on, but others feeling emotions about their past is not weak. It's human. You are quite literally my second-least favourite person and the other person has the same illness as you but worse. You get a pufferfish, a (toy) axe, a cake, and a holographic picture that seems to change images. Sometimes it shows the sea, sometimes it shows trees, sometimes Mars, sometimes a meteor, sometimes a black hole (ooc: etc etc just all the different Martyn winner interpretations lol I'm not writing all of them)

Jim-jam! Nice to see you! You get poppies, a wooden doll, a frog and bucket, and a holographic picture of a canary

Scar! It's been a while since anyone has sent you anything buddy so you get 3 more llamas, 15 more camels, 19 more pandas and 81 more jellie cats. Oh and a holographic picture of cacti

DL!Scott you fucker you are my least favourite you apathetic son of a bitch. You get the poison effect

SL!Jimmy you get cake for being the in-between person, as well as a ghost plushie and a holographic picture of a doggo (if you look closely there's a canary)

To the rest of the losers, I'll give them some weighted blankets. One for everyone :)

-Saph <3

LimL!Jimmy: This is still not Judge Judy and Executioner... But thank you...

~~~~~~

Grian: ugh... I don't know how other me can confortably wear this all day.

LimL!Jimmy: Grian why are you dressed like me?!?! Do this mean you want to join the Bad Boys??

Grian: Uhhhhh... not really? The whispers -

LimL!Jimmy: Why not?!? You could be an honorary Bad Boy!!!

Grian: ... Fine, whatever.

LimL!Jimmy: Yeah yeah yeah!

~~~~~

Pearl: Ooooh nice! Let's see, how does this holographic thing work?

Scott: Oh they sent me one of those as well! I think... you do it like... this!

Pearl: Mansplaining moment.

Scott: What!?!? I was just... you asked...and I...

Pearl: Calm down Scott, it was just a joke... why are you so jittery.

Scott: ...Maybe the whispers are right, I do need to relax a little.

~~~~~

Martyn: Well screw you too I guess, that hurt... and I never said that feeling about the past is weak, what I find weak is letting said emotions submerge you completely like Grian does, now I have seen how he was, I saw his passion but when I look at him now I see none of that, he is not weak because he misses Scar, who cares about that, he is weak because he wallows in his own self pity and misery constantly... He couldn't have done anything differently and he can't go back to change anything so why does he insist on acting like a wet wipe.

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how about vampire Timmy with fans lining up to feed him a pint? Thanks

Oh I love this.

Club Drain

Warnings: smut, blood, vampire!timothee, mystery, blood sucking, not proof read, very fast paced

There was a club called Drain on the corner of 45th street. You didn’t know why it was called Drain and you never really cared to find out. You'd never been to it, mainly because the line to get into the place was miles long, wrapping around the shining, crimson building. You weren't sure what time they cleared up, or if they cleared up at all because every morning on the way to work, the line was still there, still wrapped around the ominous looking club.

"I'd love to go there one day," your best friend, Hannah, sighed as the cab the two of you took to work stopped directly in front of Drain.

You scrunched your nose; the place always gave you a weird feeling. "Why?" You asked, not bothering to hide the disgust in your voice.

"Come on, y/n, do you see the lines already!? At 7:30. In the morning!" She shoved you as she added that last bit. "Drain is obviously the hottest club in New York.

You pulled out your phone, and typed the word Drain into the search bar. "Why are they lined up already? It doesn't even open until 8PM."

"Gotta get in line early to get in," Hannah said, popping the last bit of a granola bar into her mouth. "Let's skip work and go!"

"Can't." You said, scrolling through Drain's website, which was equally as morbid looking as the building itself.

"Ugh, you're so lame, y/n. You never wanna do anything fun," Hannah pouted and crossed her arms like a toddler.

"No, Hannah, we literally can't. It's by invitation only. Half of those people lined up probably won't even get in." You turned the phone to her, showing her the proof on the screen. Hannah grabbed the phone, her eyes bounced rapidly across the screen as she read the words.

She tossed your phone back in your lap before saying, "I'll bet if we wear those matching strappy black dresses, we'd get in." Hannah winked as the cab lurched forward, driving past Drain and its long line of hopeful attendees.

You were the receptionist of a local law firm, while Hannah worked as a journalist in the same building. The two of you parted ways, and you took your seat at your desk. Your days were typically filled with paper work and monotonous phone calls from both other law firms and potential and current clients. At 11am, you took your break, and as you stood, stretching your back and arms, the door to firm opened, followed by the sound of footsteps.

“Y/n.” A strange man dressed in a dark, hooded cloak announced in a deep voice that seemed to echo endlessly.

You looked around the room, wondering if anyone else was seeing what you were. “Yes?”

The man turned and looked at you, or at least you thought he did. It was hard to tell under need the dark void that covered his face. He reached a hand into his cloak and pulled out a crimson envelope with a black, waxy seal.

“Your presence is requested at Drain this evening.” He dropped the envelope addressed to you onto your desk and left.

You scanned the room again. No one seemed to notice the odd encounter. You snatched envelope and tore its wax seal off. Inside was an invitation you slowly removed and opened to read a single line centered in the middle of the card:

You’re invited.

You flipped the card over to find the address of the club and a signature.

T. Chalamet.

You showed Hannah after work. She read the single line out loud five times.

“T. Chalamet? Like Timothee Chalamet?!”

You shrugged.

“Drain is Timothee Chalamet’s club?!”

“Who the fuck is Timothee Chalamet?” You asked.

“Y/n, seriously?” Hannah pulled out her laptop, pulling up a Pintrest board titled the love of my life.

“This. Is Timothee Chalamet!”

You scrolled through her pinned pictures. He was cute. Hot even, but there was no way this man invited you to his club. Why would he?

“Okay, yeah. He’s hot, but I don’t think I’m gonna go.”

“Uh, no you have to go, and you have to tell me all about it! What if he asks you to have sex with him. What if you get to see his di-”

“Hannah!”

“Look, you said it yourself, most of those people lined up outside of Drain probably don’t even get to go in, and here you have a handwritten invitation to get inside. You have to go! This may be a once in a lifetime opportunity!”

You thought on it and ultimately decided she was right. This might be the coolest, most exclusive opportunity you get to be a part of.

“Okay, where’s that black dress,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

The invite didn’t have a time, so you had a cab drop you off at 8pm, when the club opened. The line was wrapped around the building as it was every night and you even noticed the same people you saw on your way to work, still in their spot in line 13 hours later. You took a moment to admire the way the moonlight reflected on the shining, crimson glass panels that traveled high into the air making up the outside of Drain, until you heard a familiar echoing voice.

“Y/n.”

“Oh. Hi. I was just making my way to the back of the line.”

The hooded figure held up a hand. “Won’t be necessary. Mr. Chalamet requests your immediate entry.”

A few groans and “no fair’s” could be heard from various spots throughout the line. You looked down, careful to avoid eye contact with anyone who had been waiting hours, maybe even days to get into Drain.

“What’s your name?” You asked the man who led you inside.

“Alfonso,” he answered quickly. “Up the stairs to the left. Large red door with a black knob.” He shut the door before you had the chance to ask any more questions.

There was no one in the club, which was odd for the amount of people lined up. The inside was as crimson as the outside. Red, shining tiles that you could see your reflection in covered the floors on the inside. It was quiet, so quiet that your footsteps echoed as your heels clinked against the flooring. You looked around as you ascended a winding staircase that was also red but lined with a velvety black carpet. This was definitely where all the clubbing happened, there were cages, you assumed were for dancers, stripper poles on various levels of the room. You wondered where the dancers were. You noticed a bar on the far side of the room. Crystal clear glasses were stacked face down next to a tap that would normally be labeled with various types of beers was only labeled with different shades of red.

This was weird.

And as you made your way past the final step, you saw the door with the black knob.

Your heart was racing, and your palms were sweaty.

Was it too late to run?

The hall seemed never ending as you took steps toward the door. You’d just heard about this Timothee Chalamet character. You didn’t even know him, so why did you already feel scared of him. Finally, you grasped the knob and pushed the door open.

He was elegant. Sitting in a gilded crimson throne fit for a king with a leg thrown over one of the arms. He held a wine glass filled with thick red liquid. He was dressed in black leather and lace. The leather of his pants hugged his legs perfectly and the creamy ivory skin of his chest and stomach peeked through the holes of his lacy blouse. Hannah had described him as sex, and she was right.

“Y/n.” He hummed, swirling the liquid in his glass.

“Mr. Chalamet?”

He arched an eyebrow and a single corner of his mouth turned up into a quick smirk.

“You can call me that.”

“Why did you invite me here?” You didn’t mean to ask it the way it came out, but this was all too confusing.

“Did you not want to come?” He asked in return, seemingly amused.

“There’s at least 300 people waiting to get in.”

Timothee nodded knowingly. “Ah, yes. And some of them will never see the inside of this building.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, “I don’t grant entry for just anyone.”

“But you did for me.”

“You aren’t just anyone.”

You furrowed your brow. “You don’t even know me.”

“I’ve been watching you.”

You stood at least ten feet away from him, but you suddenly even that amount space felt like too little. You backed up until your back pressed against the door.

“Don’t be scared,” Timothee purred.

“I’m not,” you lied.

“You are. I can smell it.” He stood. He seemed even taller in person. “And while I normally enjoy the smell of fear, I’d rather not smell it on the guest I personally invited.”

You were dizzy. Maybe out of fear or maybe out of the slight arousal you were experiencing from this man you knew nothing about until a few hours ago. Everything in you screamed run, but you didn’t. You stayed there, glued to the crimson floor.

Timothee took his time as he walked, each step filled with a mysterious sex appeal that made your core hot without even being touched.

“Why did you invite me here?” You asked again.

He let out a soft, dark laugh, accompanied with a diabolical smirk. “Most people are more eager.” He took a final step toward you, shifting his body down so his eyes were level with yours. “But I must say, I find it incredibly sexy that you are not.”

You swallowed hard and his eyes immediately moved from yours down to your neck, watching as the muscles of your throat moved the saliva down your esophagus.

“So nervous. No need.”

He brought eyes back up, pausing on your lips before landing back to your eyes.

“I’m not,” you lied again.

His lips were seconds, inches away from yours and suddenly you were filled with an insatiable need for this man. He caught you as you lunged for him, attaching his lips to yours in the process. You had no idea what you were doing or why this craving for him was suddenly so strong, but you didn’t want to stop. He tasted metallic and tangy. You wondered if you’d bit his lip or if he bit yours. He walked with you until he fell back into his throne, pulling you into a straddle. He was hard underneath you as he pulled away to speak.

“Ask your question.”

“I don’t have one.”

“I can taste it on you.”

You opened your mouth, moving in to kiss him again, but a gentle hand around your neck stopped you.

“I can’t kiss you again when all I can taste is your curiosity.”

You sighed, wanting only to kiss him more.

“What are all those people lined up for?”

“To get into my club.” Timothee smirked.

“Seriously.”

“They want me to drink from them. So I do. Sometimes.”

Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Drink what?”

This time he moved in for a kiss you didn’t have the strength to push away. He bit your bottom lip, earning a hiss from you as he dew blood. Timothee sucked it into his mouth, groaning and shivering as he sucked tiny droplets of blood from your lip.

That answered your question.

His eyes were dark, as he waited for your next one.

“Why’d you invite me here?”

“Your blood was made for me and I’ve searched for you for centuries,” he said, tracing a single finger along your neck, stopping on your pulse. “You make me so hungry.”

You shuddered under his touch, suddenly wanting nothing more than for him to feed only from you, but you couldn’t speak.

“I can take care of you in every way. Mentally.”

He kissed your forehead.

“Emotionally.”

He kissed your mouth, taking a second to suck another drop of blood that beaded out.

“Sexually.”

His mouth found its way to your neck. Kissing and biting the skin softly.

“You wouldn’t be held captive, unless it’s what you wanted. You’d be free to come and go. The only thing I ask for is for you to let me drink from you.”

“And you’d feed off of others?” An unworthy pang of jealousy gnawed at you.

“There’d be no need for others. I’d still run the club. But I wouldn’t need anyone else’s blood.”

His canines seemed sharper, longer, as if they grew the more he talked about feeding off of you and as wrong as this sounded, it felt so incredibly right.

“I’ll do it.”

You watched as his pupils dilated, taking over the entirety of his irises until they were nothing but black. His hands seemed to tremble as he slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

“If we start now, I’ll be able to feed over every major artery before sunrise.”

“Will it hurt?” You asked.

“Do you want it to?”

You swallowed hard. Unable to hide a mixture of excitement, fear and arousal.

“I’ll be gentle.”

He tilted your head to the left, kissing your neck before sinking his teeth into your flesh.

You closed your eyes, grinding yourself into him as he moaned, and gulped.

It was then that you realized, this was why it was called Drain.

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The delicate beginning rush

Instagram photo dump - part 7

Masterlist <all chapters here>

Instagram photo dump masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

!!!!Everything Fake!!!!

𓆈𓆈𓆈𓆈𓆈𓆈𓆈

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002 my babies are now 2. So glad I stumbled upon you next to that garbage can. Love you forever!! #catmom

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tchalamet: sweetest boys I know

↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet I raised them well 😎

fan23: this is so cute, I live for those pictures

↳fan.258: omg yess they are so sweet

taylorswift: Ben, Meredith and Olivia wish their best friends the happiest of birthdays

↳y/n4real.2002: taylorswift let's have a play date soon

↳fan1: iconic cat moms

fan.tastic: this is so cute, Simba and William supremacy

↳fan192: perfectly curated names

↳fan6: true gentlemen

austinbutler: the cutest ever

↳y/n4real.2002: austinbutler thx

↳aus.b.fan: this interaction seems so strange to me 😭

joshua.fan: um where is Joshua? Come support your girl!!

↳joshua.fan23: I don't think she's HIS anymore...

republicrecords

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republicrecords some very exciting things happening in the studio right now. #y/n #joshuabassett

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fan293: he liked the photo, but she DIDN'T...I actually dying

↳fan09: omg she's so unhinged

joshuafan283: so excited for this

↳fan383:same here

fan990: all the confirmation I needed that their relationship is just PR

↳fan10: yeah..

fan494: girl does NOT love him, her heart is with AB, has been for weeks now 😭😭

↳ab.fan.2: can we blame her?

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002 #girlsnight 📸: the one exception we allowed in.

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tchalamet: not mad at all😭

↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet I see that, I really do🤣

↳fan12: wait if Timmy is not the exception from the girls night, then who took the photo? JOE?! 👀🫣

↳tsfan13: omg my heart, it has to be!!

austinbutler: 🧶

↳y/n4real.2002: austinbutler 🧶

↳ab.fan49: what kind of code is this 🤔

↳fan2: I'm loosing my mind here?

↳austin.fan: Austin using an emoji?! And the ball of yarn? What the hell is going on??

gossip.w/.me

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gossip.w/.me: via deuxmoi 's story, new update on the whole y/n x Austin Butler and Joshua Bassett thing. Also her being rumored to be on the Elvis Soundtrack? I think I'm losing it.

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austin_fans: this is too much for my little heart

fan10: she's so amazing of course they'd want her on the soundtrack

elvis.movie.fan: Baz asks personally for her 🥺😩

ab.34.fan: ugh this is so unfair, I really wanted them to be dating. Austin and Y/n would make a great duo

joshua_fan: at this point they are just messing with us

tmz

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tmz: y/n4real.2002 spotted out in LA driving alone

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fan23: she looks so cute

fan1: I love to see her smile

fans.4.love: can she be more beautiful?

ab_fan: she's incredible

↳austi_n_fan: Austin would agree here

↳fan395: how wouldn't?

fan1loves: why did they have to say alone??😩

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002: dandelion into to wind you go, won't you let my darling know... that I'm in a field of dandelions wishing on everyone #dandelions #outnow #stream

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austinbutler: so proud 🧶

↳y/n4real.2002: austinbutler 🧶

↳fan59: again with this emoji what's going on??

↳ab.3.fan: nah they enjoy to torture us

tchalamet: sounds good I'm not gonna lie

↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet huh 🤔 just good? Ok fine!

↳roxanne.02_b1tch: 🤣🤣🤣

jackantonoff: happy to be part of this

↳y/n4real.2002: jackantonoff 🥹

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imhereformr · 1 year

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Winx S2 E21: Charmix Power

It's energy shall be mine for the... Plundering? The plundering? Just... Taking, Darkar. Mine for the taking.

LOOK AT THEM BEING ON THE SAME TEAM

Why is Aisha chopping wood?

How come you're not playing? Don't like what they're wearing? Aisha 😂😂😂😂

Are you carrying those logs to look tough 😂😂 ugh living for a version of Aisha and Stella's friendship where it's all love and shading each other.

When the fuck did Aisha - princess, daughter of Mr and Mrs prim and proper - go camping????

Too much darkness? Darcy: buuuuut darkness is your power? She makes a very good point

Darkar just knows that he needs Bloom? The knowledge just came to him? Like that? The spell didn't work and all of a sudden he knew? Seems to me like he didn't do his research. If you're seeking power, you need to do research.

Bloom looks so cute with her little bandana

Your wits and your muscles. Shut up Riven. I know he makes a point but your muscles? Really? Your muscles? Someone cut to Musa rolling her eyes at him (lovingly)

How big is this fucking tent that it fits all six of them and still has space? And where do I get one?

Is Sky just standing there holding his sword like that all night 😂😂 (also Bloom once again looking real cute)

[Bloom]'ll be the first to know? Not, I don't know, your 3 squad mates that can actually help you fight? 🤨

Tecna is so cute. She's so excited to be doing something the old school way.

Why is this teacup just on the ground? And why is Stella drinking from it? It certainly isn't hers.

Aisha, crown princess of Andros, doesn't know about other royals? That makes no sense

I would've liked to see the fashion show ☹️

Aisha immediately agreeing that Stella doesn't fit in with the camping stuff 😂

Still can't believe it took me this long to realise Stella's Charmix bag had a moon on it

It's embarrassing? How is it embarrassing? For who Musa?

Brandon coming in to help Musa and Riven 🥺 and then it never happens again 😒

We have to tell Bloom? WHAT ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE?

I wonder if Riven heard Musa talking to herself after she walks away from him 😂

Brandon knows that it's Stella 🥺

Brandon's been skipping leg day 💀

My boyfriend is on to something. How does Brandon carry that sword? No wonder he needs to skip leg day 😂😂

Ooh Riven youve had a change of heart. Shut up, Stella 😒

Musa showing them its okay to trust Riven 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

But of course Bloom has to say something so that they actually do 🙄🙄

The trix aren't even hiding. They're like right fucking there.

I love that the preview for the next episode only talks about Timmy. My underrated king finally getting the love he deserves ❤️

#alex watches winx #winx club #winx #winx musa #winx riven #winx stella #winx tecna #winx bloom #winx flora #winx timmy #winx aisha #Winx Layla #winx brandon #Winx sky #winx season 2

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gottaluvharry · 1 year

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a/n: hiii! my first post on tumblr lol. i’ve written little imagines like this before but i’ve only ever posted one on wattpad so i’m sorry if it’s not the best:) I also typed this on my phone so i’m sorry if that messes with the format or whatever

summary: you get frustrated while you’re painting your nails and Timmy steps in to help you

tw’s: some cussing but that’s all

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“Ugh” you sigh as you attempt, once again, to paint your right hand. Your tongue was sticking out and you’re eyebrows pinched together in extreme focus, and yet you still couldn’t manage to get it right.

“For fucks sake” you sigh, really starting to get frustrated. You grab the cotton round that’s already doused in nail polish remover and began to scrub the red off of your fingers.

“Hey, Mon Amour” your boyfriend Timothée calls from the front door. He had been out running errands and told you to do something for yourself in your spare time. He was always so attentive to your needs and he could tell you needed some alone time. Whether he actually needed to run errands or was just giving you space was a mystery to you. You didn’t even hear him due to your intense focus as you retry to paint the same 5 fingers for the fourth time.

“God dammit” you grumble, finally throwing in the towel and giving up.

“Mon Amour, what are you mumbling about?” Timmy asks you as he rounds the corner. When he sees you slouched on the bathroom floor with your back facing him panic instantly runs up his body. He paces up to you and puts a reassuring hand on your back, preparing himself to help you with whatever you might need. When he looks over your shoulder and sees that you’re only painting your nails, he breaths a breath of relief.

“Jeez baby I thought something was wrong” he laughs, shaking his head with a slight smirk at his own stupidity.

“No,” you grumble, “I’m just trying to do something for myself like you suggested and I remember you gave me this nail polish last week and I was so, so, so excited to use it and show you when you got home, but I just can’t paint my right hand” you whine with tears brimming in your eyes. Your frustration had finally boiled over and you couldn’t handle it anymore without tearing up.

Timmy responded by rubbing his hand that remained on you’re back, and used his other hand to lift your chin and wipe your tears. “Love don’t cry, it’s not that big of a deal I promise.”

“But it is” you respond, keeping your chin up and looking at him even though his hand wasn’t there anymore. “I really wanted to show you the pretty polish you got me and I wanted to do something productive with my time but instead i’ve been sitting here for 45 minutes and I feel so stupid. What kind of person can’t paint 5 nails” you say, looking down embarrassed with more tears spilling out.

“Baby don’t be embarrassed, you’re not stupid” he says using his hand to lift your chin again. “I wouldn’t be able to make my nails look that pretty even if I sat here for an hour.” he responded, trying to do anything to get your spirits up in a gentle way. “What can I do for you? Do you want me to help you paint your hand?” he suggests.

Your eyes perk up and you eagerly nod your head. He smiles at your reaction and moves to sit on the floor in front of you criss cross applesauce. He gently grabs your right hand and sets it on his thigh, and then grabs the brush part of the polish. He picks your hand back up and turns all of his attention to painting your nails. He starts with your middle finger first and gently strokes your nail with the brush. When he’s done, he moves on to your index finger and repeats the same steps. You watch him has he continues to move through all of your fingers, painting them with such care. You marvel at your boyfriend, wondering how you ever got so lucky. His tongue is sticking slightly out of his mouth (a trait that you apparently both have), and one single curl is falling into his face. You’ve always loved his hair and he knows it. Some nights he falls asleep to you gently running your finger through it, and lightly scratching his scalp. Even just the sight of it can mess with your emotions, and you almost brush it away until your thoughts are interrupted.

“Done!!” he exclaims proudly as he holds your hand up to admire his work. “How do you like it?”

You glance at your nails and wiggle your fingers around. “They’re perfect. Thank you Timmy” you say, leaning in to give him a kiss.

“I love you Mon Amour” he whispers right before your lips touch.

“I love you too” your resound just as he presses his lips onto yours.

————————————————————————- I hope that was good! I didn’t proof read it very much so I hope it’s an suitable first post:)

#timothee chalamet #timmy chalamet #lil timmy tim #timothee x reader #imagine #fluff #oneshot #timothee fluff #timothee imagine

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my-own-lilypad · 6 months

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Ugh there was an IG post with that thing and the king. Also that OTHER thing (He Who Shall Not Be Named) was trending. And of course his fans kisses his butt in it. I didn't wanna tweet about him cause I didn't want any of his victims to get triggered, including Effie. Glad I like Tom Farrelly Rogers instead. Now THAT is an awesome person :) (I was meaning armie Hammer.)

I didn't see the ig post about the thing and the king! (Lol your nicknames.) I don't follow them, so. I saw that AH was 'back' whatever that means. Who cares.

To me these people represent sleaze, money-grubbing and desperate fakery.

Timmy with his soft curls and cultivated sensitive guy/artist image, totally fake. A cult has grown up around his beauty, nothing more. I'd say the Timothee Chalamet who makes childish, snarling spoilt faces while sticking his fingers up and telling us to fuck off is probably closer to who he really is.

His surgically sculpted 'girlfriend' whom he appears to be 'dating' for literally any other reason than love and genuine affection, she can't string one coherent sentence together and seems not to know her own purpose while at the same time negatively impacting the physical and mental health of millions of women worldwide. Oh but she has made so much money with her own business, she's a businesswoman. Oh, so that's alright then. We can all be pointless, plastic, empty people who do nothing about anything and harm other people with our lies as long as we make a lot of money in the process, then society will applaud us, anything less is misogyny apparently.

That idiot Haider Whatsizname. What is that man's purpose? I literally draw a blank every time I see his beedy little eyes and nasty facial hair. He designs clothes that no one can afford to buy? Bravo. I'm not gonna even mention AH, or Luca Doo-da, I've said what I think about them.

That good energy Hollywood group that Timmy was bullshitting abt in his gq interview? If that group even exists, he's not actually a part of it.

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papillon82fluttersby · 4 months

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Famous Five Art Nostalgia #02 – Part 4A

Introductory post

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4B

Five Go Adventuring Again – Le Club des Cinq

Original publication date: 1943 (UK), 1955 (France)

(Cover art by Jean Sidobre, Hachette, Galaxie collection, 1971)

Here comes the first part of seven volumes from Blyton's original series that benefited from a 'luxury' edition first named Galaxie and later changed to Vermeille. With a larger format (roughly 20x30cm), these books included 30 to 40 illustrations, with 8-10 full-page colour art and several more half-page black-and-white pictures featuring at the beginning of each chapter and scattered throughout the text. These seven books were all illustrated by Jean Sidobre, whose art you should be very familiar with by now, with some illustrations being the same as those used in the Bibliothèque Rose editions, and some entirely new.

You lucky people will get to see ALL of the art featuring in the Galaxie/Vermeille editions! Due to the number of illustrations, I will split each book over two posts. After some thought, I decided to follow the original publishing order of these seven books in France. By a happy coincidence, the first one is #02 Five Go Adventuring Again / Le Club des Cinq, which is the only one in the original series to be set around Christmas. So without further ado, I'll let you enjoy these very seasonal illustrations! Part B will be posted tomorrow.

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Plot summary:

Julian, Dick, and Anne's mother is ill with scarlet fever, so they, George, and Timmy return to Kirrin Cottage for the Christmas holidays.

(The girls and Timmy arrive to Kirrin village after their school term)

(Kirrin Cottage in the winter ❄️)

(Picking up the boys at the train station – Julian is getting a wet kiss from Timmy, hehe 🐶)

Uncle Quentin, who is working on a secret theory in his study, takes a break to hire a tutor, Mr Roland, to help Julian and Dick catch up with schoolwork they missed while sick. George is also required to attend the lessons, as she has just spent her first term at Gaylands boarding school and is behind her age level.

(Meeting the new tutor, Mr Roland)

(Back to Kirrin Cottage with Mr Roland – George is sullen because she’s just been told that Mr Roland hates dogs)

The day before lessons commence, the children visit the old house at Kirrin Farm, which is run by Mr and Mrs Sanders. Mrs Sanders informs the children that two artists from London have booked a three-week stay at the house. The children explore some old secret hole in the house; they also find a cupboard with a false back. When searching a cavity in a wall, Dick finds an old book of medical treatment recipes and a linen map inscribed with Latin words.

(Dick makes a discovery!)

(Dick and Julian examine the cupboard with a false back)

The children take the map back to Kirrin Cottage, where Julian guesses that it shows a "Secret Way" (via occulta) but he is unable to decipher the other words.

(Anne is a bit put-out because she’s just been enjoined by the others not to run her mouth about their discovery around the adults – something that Anne is admittedly prone to as she has trouble withholding secrets from authority figures)

(Mr Roland tags along with the Five who have decided to go for a walk; the children aren’t too happy about it because they’d much prefer to be on their own…)

(…Timmy is not delighted about it either!)

The children start their lessons with Mr Roland, the first day being marred with an incident when the tutor accidentally kicks Timmy who’d been hiding under the table, resulting in Timmy biting his ankle in retaliation. This incident strains the antipathy between George and Mr Roland even further.

(Schoolwork – ugh!)

(Gnap!) [Note: Please enjoy George’s little smirk!]

A few days later, the Five haven’t made any headway with deciphering the mysterious map and, much to George's chagrin, Julian shows it to Mr Roland, asking him what the words mean. He confirms that it is about a "Secret Way" and also about an east-facing room with eight wooden panels. The Five don’t have much time to investigate, though, as they’re getting busy with Christmas preparations.

(Mr Roland examines the map)

(Mr Roland helps with Christmas preparations – what a good guy!)

(Around the Christmas tree! 🎄)

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That's all for today but will be continued tomorrow!

I wish a merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates, and a merry day to everyone who doesn’t! 💖

#papillon82 reads #famous five art nostalgia #famous five #le club des cinq #enid blyton #illustrations #jean sidobre

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