What are you doing with your life? Why did you click on this story? Who are you?
Answer: You are y/n and you live somewhere! An you clicked on this for a reason. What reason? We have yet to find out. And we WILL find out eventually. Just not now.
You walk down a dark alleyway with a huge duffel bag. But what do you have in the duffelbag? No one knows, except you. And you know for a fact that it is Shreks shit. You are so obsessed with Shrek that you stole his actual shit. Shrek is your only love. You two are soulmates.
But he doesn't know that you exist. But one day he will notice you and then you will get married and have loads of little babies together. Today is going to be that day. You are going to Shreks meet and greet. You squeal, unable to contain your excitement. This was sooo going to be worth the $100 000 000.
You jump around, shit in hand, as you fantasize about all the good times that you and Shrek will have together. Maybe someday HE will steal your shit too. You aren't looking where you're going so you don't see the figure at the end of the alley. Unaware that he's there you bump into him knocking the two of you down to the ground. And then you see who it is. SHREK! Your one true love. You start blushing.
"Are you okay?" you ask him politely.
"Arrgh I'm fine, just a wee bit achy" he replies. he has such a lovely voice. Like a cute little axe murderer ready to attack. "Who are ye anyway?"
"I'm y/n, and you're Shrek right"
"Aye that's me... y/n such a pretty name." he mutters to himself. "What was that?" you ask. "Oh nothing, nothing."
"Wanna go out for dinner?" you ask. "No" Shrek says.
T H A N K S F O R R E A D I N G !!!!!11!11!11
love, me :)
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shrek x reader
HumorWhat am I even doing? Nobody knows.... :) I just feel like doing this right now because why not. I'm so sorry.
