Scamander
Pairing: Newt Scamander x reader
Words: 1079
Requested by @mystoragehatesme : Yoyoyo wassup gimme a noot imagine where it is on the readers perspective and sheâs an insecure bean, being used by her friend. When she refuses to do something and her friend lashes out, sheâs on her last straw, so she goes to the black lake to clear some shit out. Noot comes along. They have a chat and its cute and fluffy, cuz they have some unspoken thing. But issa cute puppy love. So itâs got some angst and fluff. Hit me
Note: piss off MaGgIe wILsOn. What are the odds your name is actually Maggie Wilson? I apologize in advance to all Maggie Wilsons out there :â) also, why is this so cheeeeesssssyyyyy
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You scurried towards the black lake, your tears streaming down your cheeks, partially blocking out your vision.
The winds picked up as you sat by lake, little strands of your hair flying out of your ponytail in the wind. Your heart ached with guilt and sadness, knowing very well you have just lost a close friend but you wondered whether she was even considered a true close friend from how badly she had treated throughout the years. You partly blamed yourself for being naive and oblivious to the fact she had been brainwashing you for years.
Whatever it was, you hoped Maggie wasnât out to hex you after the previous events.
Maggie Wilson, a girl you had shared a compartment with on the Hogwarts express during first year. You were alone, not exactly knowing anyone or how everything in the wizardry world actually work. You were in desperate need of someone you could trust despite all the insecurities you held. Thus, Maggie came along, both sorted into the same house and the two of you were instantly attached to the hip.
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We could make such a pretty picture
Summary:Â You love attending parties, youâre always the center of attention. Wilbur has noticed you, and oh, heâd do anything to get close to you. Even if it means changing stuff about himself. Anything to catch your interest.
Pairing: cc!wilbur x gn!reader
Warnings:Â alcohol consumption, if you look closely enough thereâs implied making out (nothing sexual), kissing, flirting?
Word count:Â 2k
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A/N: Oh god, I havenât posted a fic in so long, but I finally got around to finishing this one. Very obviously based off Portrait of a blank slate. Hope you enjoy :) ((I donât have a tag list but yeah @mysticalsoot come look at this)
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People often described you as the life of the party. The one who always socialized the most with people and didnât seem afraid to approach anyone who stood by the side or seemed lonely.Â
You loved walking around whatever new place you found yourself at. Chatting with your friends or any of the people you met. You never hosted any parties yourself, yet somehow you were always the center of attention. People just loved watching you dance in the middle of the floor, how you wrapped your arm around the person closest to you.
Youâd sing along to the songs which were blasting through the speaker system. When your friends would tell you to slow down with the shots, youâd only shake your head at them and chuckle. Nothing could stop you.
Just like many others, Wilbur was just one in the crowd. Just another boring guy with nothing to his name. (Nothing was definitely an understatement. But thatâs how he viewed himself.)
Youâd heard about this Wilbur guy. Someone passing by having mentioned how he was a musician âor somethingâ. Heâd caught your eye and you were aware of it. The tall man would look at you across the room, and you could see it in his face, he wished he could be close to you.
But it wasnât very easy getting close to you. You loved to act hard to get. As if a man had to be special to get with you and disappear out the doors holding your hand.
Wilbur was set at making himself good enough for you, whatever it took. And, honestly, you loved that. You loved the guyâs determination.Â
Youâd heard from people that Wilbur didnât consider himself much of a party guy. But every party you went to, you saw him there. Talking to someone or downing a drink of his own. You two would exchange glances sometimes and youâd smile at him from where you stood at the other side of the big living room.Â
You found yourself at another big house party in some large, fancy flat with too many rooms to count. You were tipsy, that much was clear. And you finally decided to walk over to Wilbur. Standing right next to him by the wall and resting against him; your shoulder against his. A sudden move since you two were strangers, but- it felt normal to you. You were outgoing, thatâs what people liked about you so much.
There was no proper greeting between the two of you though, all you did was point at a stain on his gray sweater, making him look down at where your finger pointed at.Â
He just smiled, a drunken smile at that. âI must have spilled some beer, huh.â he commented, still holding the glass in his hand. He was looking at you again, almost unable to take his eyes off you.
âIâve heard stuff about you.â you told him, looking up at Wilbur. He was taller than you by a lot. In regards to height, you felt small. But emotionally you felt so much bigger. Maybe even superior to him.
âMe?â he asked, sounding rather surprised. As if he had never expected you to ever acknowledge him in the first place. You hummed in response, giving him a nod. âOh. So, what are they saying about me?âÂ
âYou make music.â You shrugged. âIs that correct?â
His face lit up at that, grinning even wider as he took a few more sips of his drink. âYeah, Iâm in a band.â He said it as if it was no big deal; being quick to change the subject afterwards. âNow, tell me something about yourself.â
Itâs obvious he wanted to know more about you. To him, you were just some mysterious person who everyone thought was out of their league.Â
In response to Wilburâs words, you smirked as you leaned your body weight onto him. You were holding a glass too, but youâd almost finished it. At this point, you had lost count of how many glasses you mightâve consumed through the night.
âOh, I donât tell people about myself *that* easily.â You said, bringing the glass up to your lips and in one single sip; drinking the last bit of alcohol left.
Wilburâs eyebrows furrowed and you enjoyed seeing the confused kind of expression on his face.Â
âWhat should I do to make you talk, then?â
âFirst off, you could get me another drink.â you said and Wilbur did just as you told him to. Heâd do anything you asked of him as long as it took him one step closer to you. Closer to being intimate.
Every following weekend, you went partying in Brighton. And at every single one of them. You saw him. And every time you saw him, his appearance had changed a little bit. Not only that, but his stance and the overall way he acted around people. (Not that you knew much of how he was outside of places like this, but you could tell, he was putting up an act of sorts.)
Three weekends passed by and finally, Wilbur felt like heâd made some kind of progress. Having his hair styled a different way, wearing slightly different clothes compared to usual. Anything to make you notice him again and give him the attention he wanted.
Did his attempts work? To his own surprise, yes.
Yet again, Wilbur stood in the kitchen, one hand resting on the counter top and the other holding onto his glass of wine. Despite his seemingly confident appearance and stance, the feelings and thoughts spinning around his head werenât so positive.Â
He looked out at the sea of people at the party, knowing you were somewhere among all of them. Will couldnât help but wonder how some people could open up their hearts so quickly. The thought of getting close to someone over the course of one single night almost scared him. Even though he had indifferent views on setting down and commitment, he really wanted you. So badly, he wanted to close the gap between you and him. Even if it would take him another three weekends to do so.
Of course, Wilburâs altered appearance caught your attention, just like he wanted. The brunette could feel his cheeks heating up at the sight of you approaching. Youâd rather die than admit you felt a similar way too when you saw him.
âHey.â He said, lowering his glass to look down at you. Will looked at you the same way he always did; admiration and attraction. The glint in his eyes never changed, even though everything else had.
âHi.â You reached out and took the glass out of his hand to take a sip of your own. In the process, your hand brushed against his. He didnât complain though, heâd let you finish his drink for all he cared. âYou look good. I like your hair a lot.âÂ
The blush instantly became more evident when your words reached his ears, and- oh, you found him very cute. Would this be the night where youâd walk out of here with him by your side? He really hoped so.
âYou donât look too bad yourself.â he responded, his kind smile turning into what looked more like a flirty grin than anything else. âYouâre having a good time tonight?â
âDefinitely.â You took another sip of his wine before handing the glass back to Wilbur, and moved even closer. âThough, I think Iâd like to head home soon. Itâs getting a little rowdy.â
A look of disappointment crossed his face as he obviously didnât like the thought of you leaving. Youâre the only reason Wilburâs here, the only reason heâs dressed up.
âWell, maybe you wanna come along to my flat?â You suggested, meeting his gaze to gauge his reaction. His expressionâs unreadable for a brief moment, before it turned into a content look.Â
Heâs over the moon about finally being close to you, but heâs not going to show that to your face. Not yet. He also doesnât want to embarrass himself. âOf course, Iâd love to.â
After that point, it felt like no time passed at all. As you and Wilbur consumed another glass of wine each, everything went by smoothly. You had grabbed his hand and sat down with him at the couch, as close as possible. He passionately told you all about his music and his band mates. And every time he wanted to know something about you, youâd say âmaybe tomorrowâ.
At some point, youâve dragged the 6â6â man back to your flat. You woke up the next morning right next to him, his hair looking nothing like last night. Itâs no longer styled, and itâs a fluffy mess. Eventually, he woke up as well. Stirring in his sleep before finally opening his eyes. His gaze immediately shifts towards you.Â
Thereâs a sleepy smile on Wilburâs face and he brushed some hair out of his eyes. The silence was comfortable, and heâs the first one to break it. You couldnât help but notice the black t-shirt heâs wearing, you havenât paid much attention to it until now. But it has his bandâs name on it.
âSo,â he started, clearing his throat quietly. âI really like you, you know. I think I want this to be more than a one-time thing.â Itâs clear he was slightly nervous about telling you this, but the eye contact never ends. âI know youâve never stayed with the same guy for long but- just think about how much better things could be if you let me in.â
You said nothing at first, just waiting in case heâd say something else and continue speaking.Â
âDonât you ever get tired of doing this over and over again? It wouldnât hurt to commit to knowing someone for more than two days.â His tone is somewhat light hearted, as he obviously doesnât want to hurt or offend you. But behind the kind tone, he almost sounded desperate. He wanted you to realize you two could be a good couple. Be good for each other.
Wilbur paused, breaking eye contact and propping himself up on his elbows. The bed is comfortable, the flower duvets feel nice against his bare arms. He thought, maybe you wonât listen to what he has to say. Maybe heâs not good enough for you after all, maybe heâs dull like heâs always been. Just a guy with a boring name.
The next time he spoke, his tone turned slightly unserious. More jokingly, and he wanted to get any kind of reaction out of you. He wanted to see if you feel the same way.
âI swear Iâm pretty cool once you get to know me.â
You tilted your head as you looked at him, some hair falling into your eyes as you do so. You think about it for a moment or two, considering everything Wilbur has told you so far. Thinking back to every party youâd attended, and how many times youâd made eye contact with this guy.
âYouâre sure youâre a cool guy?â you asked, mimicking his joking and playful tone with a slight smile on your face. Maybe you should give this guy a shot, give him your number. âIf so, well⊠we could do this again sometime. I like you too, I canât deny the fact youâre good looking and all.â
Now, itâs Wilburâs turn to stay quiet. You could tell the gears were turning in his head as heâs trying to process what youâd just told him. The blush from earlier reappeared on his pale face, and he reached over to put a gentle hand on your cheek. He canât bring himself to speak just yet. All he does is lean closer and give you another kiss. It makes the two of you feel very happy on the inside.
Wilbur prays this will turn out well, that youâll want to commit to this. You two like each other, clearly, and he hopes that for once it will be special for you. That Will is not just another guy like the rest of them.
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can I request an animagus!reader x platonic!Newt Scamander where the reader has just become an animagus, and Newt finds them in their animagus form (maybe a lynx or kneazle) and takes them in? He doesnât know itâs the reader and the reader stays in animagus form to see what happens and mess with Newt
Platonic! Newt Sacamander x Animagus! Reader
Words: 2350
Google docs pages: 4
Warnings: None, I believe
Opening: The reader is a new kneazle animagus who gets found by Newt on accident. The reader recognizes Newt from some time ago, but decides against changing forms to see how far they could go before Newt would realise who the creature truly was.Â
AN// Any pronouns for reader! Haha, I didnât even realise how much I missed writing for this man. Thank you for the request, I hope it's to your liking. (Oh, and thank you for the other requests Iâve also gotten, Iâll get to those as soon as I can! ^^)
                                  âAre you lost?â
You hadn't meant to change forms now, but after completing someâŠunofficial work as some might call it, you had to make sure no one was after you and it just kind of happened. Not that you hadnât been trying to turn for the first time, you had been but without any success. There wasnât much time to get used to the form, but you knew enough about magical creatures to pinpoint what your form might have been. It also turned out your new form was a great getaway, especially from places where there were kneazles roaming around anyway. No one would pay no mind to your escape.Â
Only, while checking that no one was after you, a man passing by noticed you. You being too busy frantically looking around caused you to not notice him though. This allowed him to get rather close, but far enough to not be able to touch you. The surprise of a wizard staring at you caught you off guard, and as much as youâd hate to admit it, a hiss left your muzzle. Your movements, as far as you knew, weren't too graceful either, most likely resembling an injured animal rather than a kneazle used for guarding. The man took a respectful step back, kneeling down to your level. You stared back at him with a fierce expression, trying your best to scare him away. Surely, like most people, he knew that the kneazles around here were used as guardians. For all he knew, he could have gotten attacked by you, not that youâd do that to him of course. Your speckled fur rose up, big ears pinning back as you showed your sharp teeth to him. The man didnât seem afraid, even more oddlyâŠhe seemed to try and relax even more. At this point, you knew that even a real kneazle would have come to the conclusion that this man was to be trusted, but you were no house pet. You didnât need to be taken back to your home, you didnât even live here. No matter how kind this man was. But he did seem insistent on trying to get your trust, for whatever reason that may have been for.Â
Newt offered out his hand. The kneazle seemed more scared to him rather than trying to chase him away. This kept him persistent on trying again, thinking that the creature might have been hurt for the way it was moving. âDid you get lost? Youâre quite far from home, if you did.â He smiled, keeping his hand out before his eyes lit up. âWould you like a treat?â He kept speaking in a calm tone, not wishing to scare you.
It was when he had begun to speak that the realisation had hit you. The wizard trying to get you to come to him was someone who you had met briefly before. Newt Scamander, you remember his name being. That must have been why he seemed so calm around you, ignoring any warning signs that you had given him. It now felt like he knew how to handle your form better than you yourself. Embarrassing, but thankfully youâd never have to admit that to himâŠ
The realisation must have calmed the way you looked, and the wizard had taken that as a âyesâ to his offer. You watched as Newt opened the briefcase he always carried with him, putting it against a corner of a house. The place was so far on the edge of the living area, no one ever came there. Except for you and him it seemed.
 Keeping your eyes on the man, you saw him climb into the briefcase, soon a hand poking out as if the wizard was inviting you to join him. Reluctantly you took a couple of steps closer, looking down into the briefcase. It seemed like a house, not even a small one that was. At the bottom of the ladder you saw Newt again, he was holding a piece of meat in his hand which he showed to you and then placed down on a table, coming back to the end of the ladder. He held out his arms, asking for you to come down. He did still believe you had just gotten lost, but perhaps you could have some fun before ultimately youâd have to reveal yourself to him. Before that though, youâd have to figure out how to turn backâŠ
With that, you stepped down and allowed Newt to catch you. You looked around the briefcase as the wizard set you down and held out the treat yet again, lowering it to you. The thought of eating in your animagus form almost made you recoil but if that was what had to be done in order for your plan to work, youâd do it. You took the rather small piece of meat from him, munching it away while he leaned on a table. When your eyes travelled back to him, he seemed to be thinking.
 Thinking of what to do with you now. It was getting quite late, and he didnât want to bother the residents at night by knocking on their doors, asking if someone had lost their kneazle. Which meant heâd either have to let you wander the night alone or keep you in the briefcase until the sun rose up again. Which of he chose the latter, of course. âRight, I suppose youâre going to have to stay with me. Itâs okay, weâll find your home tomorrow.â He smiled with the same gentle smile you had seen before and reached down to you. Newt waited for you to sniff his hand, as if letting you recheck if you trusted him before he allowed himself to pet your head briefly.Â
A gush of air hit your face as Newt pushed himself away from the table, and walked to the kitchen, continuing on to a place in the âhouseâ that you had heard animalistic noises from, your heightened senses allowing you to smell other creatures in that area. With cautious steps you followed along, watching as he fed the other creatures. You knew he was well informed on magical creatures, and it showed. All the creatures had their own assigned habitats, and Newt seemed to know exactly how much and what to feed them. Heck, as far as you knew he was treating you like you had read all kneazles should be treated. It rather warmed your heart to see him care for the creatures so deeply, even if some may have claimed them as dangerous and as something to never go near.Â
Though, the feeding meant that you had time to explore without his attention being on you. Your paws turned, trotting back to the kitchen area where after some thinking you decided to jump on the counter. It wasnât a graceful jump, and as much as youâd hate to admit it, you did have to drag yourself up to be able to fully stand up. While walking to the other side of it, you made note of what had been on it. As you were about to jump down the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor almost echoed in your ears before you could cast a look towards the man. He seemed almost just as surprised to see you on the counter, a playful smile on his face as he got closer. âBe careful, I havenât yet checked you for injuries!â You jumped down, running away but not far enough to not hear him. âHm, were you looking for food as well?â Newtâs voice spoke again as he made sure that nothing on the counter was broken. âCome on then, youâll get some too.â He hummed, seemingly happy to have a visitor.Â
You had made your way to where the habitats were, eyes wide as your much smaller form marched past huge creatures, some you had never even seen before. While in your thoughts something had managed to sneak up on you, tugging your tail for a few times. A rather rough hiss came from you while turning around, finding a small, almost blue-ish creature sitting behind you. As soon as it saw the opportunity, which was the clear confusion on your face, it scattered away. Your gaze followed it run and get picked up by Newt. The expression on his face looked as if even without seeing he knew the creature must have met you. âYou met Teddy, then?â The creature named âTeddyâ climbed onto his shoulder, not keeping it safe for much longer as Newt picked you up as well, carrying you as he walked.Â
You didnât look, but you felt his eyes on you every now and then. As if he was thinking about something, making notes of your behaviour.Â
The wizard had heard the rather odd hiss coming from you earlier. He had his doubts about you, thinking that maybe you lacked some of the high intelligence the kneazle usually had or perhaps it was something else making him suspicious of youâŠor perhaps you were just injured. Either way, he set you down, you only now noticing he had brought you back into the kitchen. âBe careful around the habitats, better not get too close when theyâre eating you see.â He spoke to your animagus form, as if youâd understand. Of course you did, but he didnât know that.Â
A bowl was placed on the ground, slightly under the table so he wouldnât accidentally step on it or kick it while walking by. âThere you go.â Another smile. While sniffing the food, you could feel his eyes examine your form, but he couldnât find any signs of bruises or injuries. With that he retreated himself to his room, and as if no time had passed the sounds of writing began to chime from behind the curtain he seemed to use as a door.Â
You were not eating again. Not in this form at least. Though, you were getting thirsty but there was absolutely no way youâd be able to turn on the faucet without him noticing. So it became a waiting game. Waiting until heâd fall asleep and you could figure out how to turn back to your human form.Â
Eventually the waiting paid off. The noises of writing and pages being turned stopped and you could have sworn you heard the bed sheets move as he settled down. Some of the creatures had calmed down as well it seemed, even better for you.Â
With a couple of careful glances to your sides and a long sigh, you sat down and closed your eyes. What felt like hours of concentrating worked, you were back to your human form. It felt oddly nice to be standing on two legs, to be able to reach the countertop without having to jump on top of it. Though, the first couple of steps you took were clumsy.Â
You opened some of the cabinets and soon found a glass which you filled with water a couple of times and drank. To your fortune and maybe to Newt's misfortune he had left some bread on the counter as well, a night snack for you.Â
While working on preparing some food for yourself, someone had woken up. He was staring at you from the corner of his bedroom and it didnât take long until you could feel eyes on your back. Assuming it was either the âTeddyâ creature or one of the free roaming bird-like ones, you turned around calmly only to find Newt staring at you. You froze and it almost felt like time had done the same, but the environment soon warmed up as Newt laughed gently. âI thought there was something odd about the kneazle I rescued.â He walked closer, leaning on the kitchen table. He seemed calm enough on the outside, but you still felt the need to apologise. âI- Iâm sorry, Newt. I should probably leave, I know you donât like-â The stutter mixed ramble was interrupted by Newt putting his hand up. âItâs quite alright. Only a surprise to meet you again like this.â He spoke, a hint of awkwardness in his voice but he seemed to hide it well. âYou never told me you were an animagus?â He asked, Newt's voice now filled with interest as he got to bring up the topic of magical creatures once more. âNot necessarily a registered one, so I donât tend to bring it upâŠâ You grinned a little awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck as you retreated from the countertops and seated yourself around the kitchen table. âAh, I see. Iâm assuming you donât use the form often then either?â Newt hummed, taking your earlier spot. â He reached into the cabinets. âO-oh, no. I- This was actually the first time it worked.â You said, knowing your clumsy movements in the form must have seemed odd to Newt. The wizardâs eyes moved back to you, slight worry mixed with interest in his eyes. âAre you feeling alright?â The question slipped from him so suddenly. You blinked a couple of times. âOh yes, I suppose. Got some getting used to, I suppose.â You tried to smile, only now feeling the exhaustion from the changes. Newt took a moment to say anything. âWould you like some tea? I was coming to make some for myself earlier but..â He smiled. You bit your inner lip in embarrassment, not letting it show. âSure.â
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Imagine scraping your knee and Newt helping you.
You were walking to Newts house for dinner and you tripped on the sidewalk and skinned your knee. You get up dust yourself off and keep going towards the young wizards house. Not thinking about the reaction that Newt may have to the way your knee looks.
* When Newt sees your cut up knee he sits you down in a cozy arm chair and gathers supplies.
* Heâs asking you all sorts of questions while he fixes your knee up but heâs also reassuring you that everything is ok.
* âDonât worry darling everyone falls, whatâs important is that your okâ
* âYour doing so good honey I just have to put a bandage onâ
* Once youâre all wrapped up Newt kisses your knee and tells you how youâre such a good patient.
* His favorite patient
* After everything is said and done, the two of you eat dinner together and he keeps checking in to see if youâre feeling ok.
* You spend the rest of the evening cuddled up by the fire with some warm tea.
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bf yumi orr softwilly headcannons? the isaac one was so cute đ
bf softwilly headcanons
of course anon!! i'll be writing for nick in this one, but i plan on writing one for yumi as well <3
headcanons under break
this man is so loving
he just adores everything about you
i think his love language would either be quality time or physical touch
the man just can't get enough of you!!
he LOVES to hold your hand
in public? holding your hand
in private? holding your hand
in the car? holding your hand
he is ALWAYS holding your hand
i like to think that he'll take you out to fancy dinners
he loves watching you pick out your outfit and do your makeup
he doesn't always want to be out at fancy restaurants with you, though
he can definitely cook
he'll sit you on the kitchen counter while he cooks dinner for you
it's just fun conversation while he makes some recipe that his mother taught him
late at night, you guys sit outside and stargaze
it's quiet, except for some faint 50s music playing from your phone
long strings of silence are broken up by you pointing out constellations while he listens intently
and then when you fall asleep, he carries you up to your room and cuddles up to you
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I love quackity so much bro
quackity is such a sweet guy <3
he would be the type of person to give u long cheek kisses đźâđšđ«¶đ» like ur would be oh ur phone and heâd just come up and give u a big kiss on ur cheek âMWAHâ
quackity being ur little lawyer đ€§đ€§ like if u were playing a game lets say among us and u were the imposter and EVERYONE knew even quackity. heâd still be like âUHM NO- UR FUCKING WRONG-â to everyone accusing u
heâd give sloppy neck kiss. need i say more đ?
over all, quackity is the best boy đ«Ąđ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»
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So yk how quackity has sleeping issues
Wanna force him to take melatonin and go to bed
when u first brought it up to him when its like 3am in the morning and u find him awake ur like âyoâŠwhy arent u in bed??i told u i wanted u to sleep becau-â and ur cut off by alex pulling u into his lap and him giving u neck kisses âi know i know i know- i got caught up with some workâ he would say.
U would scold him but he were like half awake so he would just give u a wide smile as he watches u fet annoyed for him not sleeping. âiâll be in bed in 10 minutes , ok baby?â he would say gently
and he kept his promise. he came into the room and found u sleeping. finding it cute how u changed from being annoyed to falling asleep like a baby.
âlove u baby,â he would say as he nuzzles his face into ur neck while he puts ur arms around him
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Quackity is clingy but he thinks he's annoying
i think quackity would like a reader who is reassuring. like someone who gonna tell him its ok for his to be climgy or insecure at times
he really liked when u wrap ur arms around his head and u bring him in to feel ur heaet beat, it makes him feel safer and its ok to show his love 4 chu đ«¶đ»
he needs his s/o to take hints whenever he needs a hug or kiss. like he gives u a look and ur gotta like hug him the second he makes that face
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omgg but the idea of chuckle sammy boys being there for the tattoo appt is actually so cute, i hope you write abt it. or maybe you could write hcs abt them w reader who has a lot of tattoos đ„ș but i understand if you don't want to, of course
i am,, reasonably?? tattooed and just love them sm <33 i feel like i don't see v many tattooed reader posts bc it's kinda specific but i am so glad u requested it hehe
star lore: i have 7 tattoos with 8 scheduled later this month >:) my wallet is sad
tattooed reader x chuckle sammy boys - SFW
i didn't feel like separating them into two sections bc i simply don't have enough ideas for that so this can be read as cs x reader separately or poly!cs x reader if you want :)
ted and schlatt would be so mesmerized by your tattoos. they're just so intrigued at the idea of having art on your body forever. even i have moments like this sometimes where i'm just like "woah that's what my skin looks like for the rest of my life"
i've said this before but they would be so down to go with you to your appointments. they typically drive you everywhere anyway (passenger prince(ss) status <3) and they're also just interested in watching you get inked
sitting next to you and holding your hand during the extra painful bits of course. i feel like ted would be the type to chat with the artist a bit but schlatt would be more focused on you
giving you snacks and drinks during your appointment <33 ted would totally be the type to have a little bag of fruit snacks + goldfish and whatever else you like. if he didn't have anything though he'd be totally down to go and get you something from nearby :) schlatt would give you a handful of mysterious trail mix from his pocket /j
both of them would be the type to mindlessly trace your tattoos with their fingers while hanging out on the couch together :')
if you have black and grey or just lineart, schlatt would come up to you with washable markers and just start coloring them in or something asdjkfh
ted would make a pinterest board of tattoos for himself and also of things he think you would like/look good with
i feel like schlatt would be down to get a silly matching one with you as long as it's small and not anywhere super obvious
"my partner picked out a tattoo for me (not clickbait)" types of vids akjsfh
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Can u do bf isaacwhy headcanon pls đ (heâs so bae)
bf isaacwhy headcanons
hi anon!! i'd be happy to write this for you <3 let me know if you want me to expand on anything or do a part two
headcanons below the cut
i just KNOW this man will bear hug you like no tomorrow
you literally have to tell him to let you go because you can't breathe
if you're walking somewhere and get tired, he would definitely carry you on his back
it literally doesn't matter how tall you are
he would pick you right up
i think his love language is either quality time or gift giving
i feel like he would buy you little things at the store that he thinks you'd like
oh my god imagine going to a fair or carnival with him
he'd spend so much money on the games just to get a bunch of stuffed animals for you
imagine him walking out of the fair with an armful of prizes đ
when it comes to cuddles, he loves to be the big spoon
or just koala bear hold you
he just likes to be close to you
it doesn't matter if you're engaged in a conversation or not
just being in the same room, peacefully doing your own thing is enough
he's very gentle with you
sometimes he just likes to watch you do everyday mundane tasks
he finds you beautiful all the time <3
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Can you do hcs on tgc boys with a vampire goth readerđ
tgc x vampire goth!reader headcanons
i love this req so much omg. i wear mostly dark clothing and makeup, so this is right up my alley. i hope this turned out fine <3
headcanons below cut
nick
he admires your confidence to be true to yourself
he LOVES watching you do your makeup
even asked if he could do it one day
it was a little messy, but you were really proud of him
he loves your lipstick the most
he loves seeing the lipstick marks on his face when you kiss him
he buys you colors that he thinks would look gorgeous on you
he doesn't really get into dressing like a vamp goth himself, but he has no problem letting you do your own thing
if anything, he's proud to have you by his side as you walk down the street together
isaac
he lovesss your hair
if you don't have natural black hair, he insists on paying for you to get it professionally done
you tried to deny the money at first, but he wouldn't let you pay by yourself
he runs his hands through your hair all the time, loving how his fingers disappear into it
loves when you wear a headpiece that makes the hair pop
he always gets you roses so you have a real one in your outfit somewhere
but his favorite spot for the roses is in your hair <3
tanner
he LOVES your style so much
his favorite thing, though??
your accessories
your nails, jewelry, capes, headpieces...
he loves it all
he pays for you to get your nails done
one time you came home and found a black lace umbrella on your bed
he custom ordered it for you
blake
okay, i won't lie, he was hesitant at first
he didn't really get it
but the more he was around you, the more appreciative he became of the art behind it
next thing you knew, he was buying you clothes
he would do extensive research of the highest-quality vamp goth clothing
he gave you a sweatshirt from his merch collection
you were perfectly fine wearing the normal one, but he thought it looked out of place
so he designed a custom piece of his merch with your favorite colors just so the sweatshirt would match your aesthetic
larry
this man loves your shoes the most
whether you like your shoes to be bulkier or more delicate, he loves them
he loves the added height
he loves red and black on you so much
he ordered you red bottoms
literal red bottoms
you reprimanded him for spending so much money on you, but he didn't care
he just thought you were so gorgeous all the time
to him, you're worth everything he has
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late night drive. (BIGT x reader fluff)
A/n did anyone ask for this...no..no they didnt...did I write it anyway...yes. yes I did.
no tws just a silly lil fluff :D
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As the moon cast a silvery glow over the tranquil night, you found yourself sitting shotgun in Tanner's sleek blue car (it was Nicks but that doesnt matter) The engine purred to life, resonating with a soothing hum that seemed to echo the excitement bubbling within both of you. The night held a promise of adventure, a canvas waiting to be painted with the strokes of starlight.
Tanner's strong hands gripped the leather-wrapped steering wheel, his fingers caressing the contours of its surface as if in a loving embrace. His deep voice filled the car as he shared stories of when he younger and just rambling about complete nonesense and yet , his words still weaving a tapestry of nostalgia and wonder.
The road stretched before you, an endless ribbon of asphalt that disappeared into the distance. Streetlights stood like sentinels, guiding your way through the quiet neighborhoods and into the heart of the sleeping city. The gentle rustling of leaves accompanied the rhythm of your journey, a soft serenade that harmonized with the car's engine.
Tanner's laughter, warm and infectious, floated through the air as he refrenced a spongebob clip in his story. His eyes, illuminated by the dashboard lights, twinkled with mirth and fondness. The city's bustle had long retreated, leaving behind a calm that embraced you like a familiar friend.
As you drove along the deserted streets, you noticed the occasional flicker of a lone firefly dancing in the darkness. Its tiny light blinked in time with your heartbeats, a reminder of the delicate beauty that existed even in the quietest corners of the world.
Tanner's hand found yours, his fingers interlocking with yours in a gesture that spoke of comfort and connection. The warmth of his touch spread through your veins, a soothing balm against the cool night air that flowed in through the slightly cracked window.
The Austin skyline emerged in the distance, a panorama of glittering skyscrapers that reached for the stars. The car's tires hummed against the pavement as you navigated the streets, your destination unknown but the journey itself a destination of its own.
Time seemed to blur as the night wore on, a seamless blend of laughter, stories, and stolen glances. With each passing mile, you felt a sense of liberation, as if the cares of the world had been left behind and all that remained was the present moment.
As the first light of dawn began to paint the horizon in shades of soft pink and gold, you realized that the night had woven a tapestry of memories that would forever be etched in your heart. A night full of love, laughs and memories.
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schlatt had to remind himself every day, every night, and every time he saw you that the two of you were nothing more than friends.
we're just friends, he'd think while you'd cuddled up to him during a movie at his place. we're just friends, he'd repeat in his head when you slept in his bed despite him having a guest room. we're nothing more than friends, he'd let the words bounce around his head when you kissed cheek, and his forehead, and occasionally his lips.
here you were again before him, crying into his shoulder. your arms were wrapped tight around his neck, legs on either side of him while you sat on his lap in the living room. he listened to your cries and complaints and sobs, rubbing soothing circles into your back, under your shirt. he cooed at you and shushed you. âshe didn't deserve you y/n, you've gotta know that.â
he pressed a short kiss atop your head, rocking you side to side in his lap, much like one would a baby. still, the tears poured from your eyes. âno use wastin' your pretty tears on her.â it really did break his heart to see you hurting over anyone, much less someone who claimed to be your friend, especially when he treated you so much better. we're just friends. but it was true, you both knew it, that he'd make a much better boyfriend as shown by how close the two of you already were. he'd even a wonderful husband one day, and you knew his spouse would be the luckiest person in the world. we're just friends. the unspoken words seem to stop him from saying anything else, anything he really wanted to tell you.
then you pulled your head up from his tear-soaked shirt, looking at him with this frown that just made him hurt. your eyes were puffy and your cheeks were red and you were sniffling horribly, but even as he looked up at you like this, you were so pretty. his lips parted as he took in how you looked above him, and your eyes flicked between his bright irises and his lips, that looked oh so soft. slowly, you leaned in, pressing a gentle, short, sweet kiss to his lips. you couldn't see how his pupils dilated or how his free hand tensed close to your thigh. he couldn't help but want more. we're just friends. right. and if you weren't friends, you wouldn't be here, in his lap, staining his shirt, letting him see you a mess, letting his hands over your skin, kissing him. if you weren't friends, there'd be someone else having you as he did. for now, being friends would have to be enough for him.
his lips pulled up into a smile, as if you didn't just kiss him. âhow about, we make some popcorn and then watch a movie in my room, hm? you can get some rest and i can keep an eye on you.â if it had been anyone else, you would've gotten up and left, but it was schlatt, and he was a good friend. with a sniffle, you nodded a yes to him.
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SKMPBUR AND SEXTING I JUST KNOW HE KNOWS HOW TO SEXT REAL FUCKING WELL
Sexting | Simpbur
He might know, I don'tho... so I apologize for this mess
warnings: sexting, implied smut, fingering, spanking
Your phone's notification interrupted your reading. You grabbed the phone lying next to you and unlocked it.
Wilbur:
the picture you posted???
Wilbur:
god damn
Wilbur:
made my dick hard frfr
you rolled your eyes at the last message because you knew that he knew you hated when he talked like that. He purposely put frfr after almost every message he ever sent because he liked playing with you.
You:
omg shut up, I'm busy
Wilbur:
thinking about my fingers curling inside that pretty little pussy of yours?
You quickly put down the phone and stared in front of you. You took a deep breath and grabbed your phone again.
You:
no, actually, I'm reading a book.
Wilbur:
boring
Wilbur:
wouldn't it be more fun to sit on my lap as my hand stroked your thigh?
You:
Wil...
Wilbur:
I would part your legs, slowly moving my hand under your pants
Wilbur:
You'd already be wet
Wilbur:
you little whore
Wilbur:
My finger would find your clit and I would slowly play with it
Wilbur:
I would be real slow, making you moan my name
Wilbur:
Let's say that you'd be a good girl, and I would even slip a finger in, slowly fingering you
Wilbur:
does that sound good?
You:
maybe
Wilbur:
maybe
Wilbur:
fine, then I would stop and bend you over my knee, spanking the shit out of your pretty ass
Wilbur:
I would then put two fingers in and finger you so fast, you wouldn't be able to breathe
Wilbur:
My fingers would fill your tight pussy so nicely, don't you think, darling?
Wilbur:
You'd be creamin all over me, and I would just watch as you cried my name
Wilbur:
now the real question...
Wilbur:
Would I let you finish? Or?
You:
How about we find out?
Wilbur:
I'll be there in 10.
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HEADCANONS
âą 100% calls you nicknames like âdollâ, âprincessâ, and my favorite of all time; âpretty mamaâ
heavily based on smth iâve read before..
âą spoils you all. the. time.
âą see a sweater you like? he bought it. stuffed animal you stared at for a bit too long? BOUGHT.
âą not huge on pda, but if heâs drunk at a friends house party or smth? kissing you as much as humanly possible
âą i do think he can get jealous kinda easily if a guy is a bit too close to you but definitely knows when to back down when you explain
âą his viewers LOVE you (maybe more than he does)
âą his cats? your best friends
âą always cuddling them, kissing their heads, waking up to them quietly meowing at you or purring next to you
âą somehow manages to always divert your attention to him if youâre a streamer
âą on stream while heâs in your house? heâs donating in chat just so you acknowledge the fact heâs over
âą lets you play with his hair and take care of the chops, but donât you dare go anywhere near his beloved mutton chops with scissors or a razor
âą youâll be sat on the couch while heâs on the floor in front of you, leaning his head back while you play with his hair
might write some nsfw headcanons if you guys like theseee..
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I read the sunshine reader x schlatt that you wrote but I canât stop imagining reader who looks like a sunshine and acts like a sunshine but was raised as a daddies child and has an attitude fit for a devil type thing, like if anyone pisses reader off schlatt would go to defend them but before you know it reader is yelling their ass off at sed person
thank you nonnie!! much love
before schlatt came along you were used to always having to defend your own honor. not that the questioning of your integrity had ever stopped. being as you were, kind and forgiving, people saw this as a means to walk all over you when given the chance. growing up with a tough as nails father, you learned that yes, though it was important to stay kind and true to yourself, it was also necessary to protect yourself from those who yearned to take advantage of that.
jay knew who you were as a person the first time he met you, you were like the sun to his moon. always kind to those deserving, and slow to judge those who were not. the first time he witnessed you defending yourself, none of that changed.
in a pub near downtown austin, you stood at the bar waiting for the tender to return with your two drinks, one for jay and one for you. it was a rare night out, but some friends of his were in town and were desperate to go somewhere, he only complied because they said you could join along.
"so, what can i get ya?" a pathetic excuse for a man slid into the tight spot next to you, causing you to inch away instinctively, knocking into the girl behind you with an apology.
"i'm good, already ordered," you didn't meet his eyes, already knowing what he wanted from you, evident in the tone of his voice.
"what? not gonna look at the nice man offering his attention?" and you did, with the coldest, most unamused stare you could muster, "give me a little smile, baby."
"i have a boyfriend," you mocked up a smile, nearly laughing in his face at the mere thought of this guy even comparing to your schlatt.
"well, i don't see him," he smirked, so close to you that you smelled the hard liquor on his breath. you turned your head, searching for your man, pointing when your eyes found him. a shiver ran up your spine to already have found his eyes on you, jaw set and eyebrow raised. he waved at the man next to you, ready to make his way over when he sees his mouth inching towards your ear.
"what, you never slut around a little?" before schlatt could round the bar edge and get to you, your hand was around schlatt's drink, pouring it down his white button up before he could say another word.
"personally, no. maybe you want to ask your hand, considering that'll be the only action you get tonight. perhaps the rest of your life," schlatt's eyes widen, reaching for your waist incase he needed to pull you away from the man's itching hands.
"you ugly fucking bitch! this shirt alone was $300!" a snarl fell over his face.
"oh you poor thing, maybe next time you think about spending that much money on a boorish shirt send it to your mother to apologize for being such a fucking waste of sperm!" you nearly spit in his face in anger, letting jay pull you away from the scene. the creep was left in a puddle of whiskey and boiling anger.
schlatt pulled you outside, checking over you for any signs of trouble before looking you in the eyes with concern in his.
"you alright, doll?" he stared at you like you would burst out in tears.
"perfectly fine, bub," he was shocked at how calm you were, "m'sorry about your drink."
"nah, fuck the drink. fuck that guy too." he pulled you into him by the waist, holding you in the humid summer air, "never seen you talk like that."
"gotta do what you gotta do, i guess," he about died and went to heaven when you looked up at him with soft eyes. his angel being the opposite of that seemed to be enough for him to pull you in for a heated kiss, you groaning at the feeling and the fact that literally everyone outside the pub could see him eating your face off.
"gotta take you home sweet thing, don't want anyone else getting anywhere closer to touching whats mine," he whispered in your ear.
"i can take care of myself, jay," you lowered your brows in slight annoyance, but more so to convince him of that fact.
"oh, i know," he chuckled lowly, "and i sure as hell want you to do more of it."
safe to say you were not out of his sight for the rest of the night!!
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