#i'm honoured that you think so!! what an adorable cat!!
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I HAD AN IDEA FOR A REQ BUT I FORGOT IT AND I JUST REMEMBERED AGAIN
okok so shy!reader (similar to r in the poly!marauders + lily fic that i am genuinely obsessedddd with) but with barty and she just gets so flustered and blushy when he’s so loud and outspoken about his affection for her
barty would absolutely accidentally (& lovingly) torment poor shy!reader. thanks for your request! (I'm obviously currently in my Barty-girl era - I deserve jail time ur honour)
Barty Crouch Jr x fem!reader who tries hiding from Barty, much to Remus' chagrin
There were very few places in the castle that Remus could escape to from his nettlesome roommates. Thankfully, his roommates would rather be trampled by a stampede of hippogriffs than spend their precious free time in the library of all places. Unfortunately, Remus was still too easily spotted in his current hideout.
“Rem! Hide me!” He heard you squeak as you came flying around one of the stacks of books; eyes wild like a prey animal looking for their last chance at survival.
“What?” Remus asked dumbly, but it was no use.
You let out a cartoonish ‘eep!’ sound and dove underneath the table Remus was currently sat at; your head basically situated in Remus’ lap as you looked up at him desperately.
“Please.” You practically begged. “You never saw me!”
“Who’s looking for you?”
Remus' question was answered in the form of a haunting whistling weaving its way casually through the aisles and aisles of books before pausing directly in front of Remus’ chair.
“‘Lo, Junior.” Remus greeted politely, causing the Slytherin boy to narrow his eyes at him.
“Lupin.” He drawled suspiciously. “Aren’t there usually…more of you?”
Remus grimaced as he felt your nervous claws dig painfully into his calf. “Nope.” He replied an octave too high to be considered casual. “Just me.”
Barty simply offered him a disbelieving hum.
“So, Lupin,” Barty continued, chewing the vowels of Remus’ surname as if it tasted particularly rancid in his mouth. “See anything around here lately?”
Remus hummed as if pretending he was in thought. “No…nope, definitely haven’t seen anyo- anything.”
But it was too late.
“Haven’t seen anyone, hm?” Barty surmised with a wicked grin. “Not even…say…a certain witch who happens to be the object of my affections?”
You dejectedly thumped your forehead against Remus’ knee, hitting the nerve which caused his leg to kick out reflexively, thus pushing you over under the table.
“Merlin’s tits, Lupin, are you having a fit?”
“Oh my sodding Godric.” You finally grumbled from under the table, causing Barty’s face to brighten up astronomically.
It took you far longer than Remus would have liked to be sitting in the awkward semi-company with Barty to extricate yourself from under the library table, and your efforts were accompanied by an awful lot of painful sounding bumps and cursing before your - albeit rather bedraggled - form materialized beside Remus.
“There’s my girl.” Barty nearly sighed in relief; a dopey lovesick smile spreading across his face.
“Do you see it too?” You whispered to Remus conspiratorially.
“See what?”
“That look.” You whispered again, causing Remus to snort.
“The look of adoration currently decorating Junior’s face? Yeah, I see it.”
You scoffed at him. “Barty doesn’t adore me.”
“Says who!?” Barty nearly screeched, causing Remus to look around nervously at the attention the trio was quickly gathering. “I’ll kill them.”
“What?”
“Can I be excused from this conversation?” Remus groaned as he returned to his seat.
Barty quickly agreed at the same moment that you hissed no!
“Listen - my darling angel - though I think you’re really great at just about everything you do, you are absolute pants at hiding.” Barty offered you solemnly as if he were gently giving you quite devastating news.
“Maybe you’re just too good at this finding thing.” You huffed as you crossed your arms; quite petulantly, in Remus’ opinion.
“At finding you?” Barty asked as his face broke out in a Cheshire cat grin. “Always.”
Remus was certain you were going to melt through the floor below you, and - quite frankly - if it got you two away from Remus’ library sanctuary, so be it.
#marauders era#marauders au#reader insert#self insert#marauders fanfiction#barty gate#barty crouch junior#barty crouch jr#barty crouch jr imagine#barty crouch jr x reader#barty crouch jr x you#shy!reader#fem!reader#barty crouch jr blurb#Barty Crouch jr ficlet#ellecdc fics
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literally can't stop thing about highschoolsweetheart!au where darling is 24/7 clinging onto a slightly annoyed/frustrated könig's arm, autistically chatting his ear off about random things like cute cat videos that she saw, dinosaurs or art, gushing about how much she loves him, how utterly handsome he's looking and that they're absolutely meant to be!! 🥺 always nuzzling him and pressing sweet kisses to his face.
until... maybe he snaps and shuts her up :// not in a nice way. maybe i'm projecting here, but i've been silenced before and it did nasty things to me. (bit of advice for unknowing peeps, don't make autistic people stop rambling, if you can help it. let them down gently if you must 💌)
back to our sheep... she suddenly shuts in. doesn't chat as much as before, slowly sticking to only utilitarian stuff. avoids his gaze oftenly, gradually starting to keep her distance, stops initiating affectionate things. she still absolutely adores him, but she's hurt, heart constricting in her chest. thinks she's doing him a service by listening to his 'request' at shutting the hell up, thinking she's making him happier. she's still itching to babble, making an active effort at stoping herself from going back to her rambling habits.
how would könig feel? react?
imagine what would it be like, if after some time of this distance, at a social gathering or something, he sees a man approaching her. another MAN!! how is this possible?? and he's... he's asking her about things? looking interested in her talk, eyeing her up and down??
would you do me the honour of tormenting this poor man for me? :33
Her ramblings were cute at first, then they started to go in one ear and out the other. König has a budding tinnitus from work and only wants to rest, but she skitters to him like a lovesick cat, climbs into his lap, and starts to talk his ear off about attachment styles and some pop psychology.
The enthusiasm in her eyes is what bothers him the most – he’s hit with envy, bright hot and red, because he has no time for intellectual interests these days. There's nothing but gun oil and gym to keep him busy. He was supposed to become either a philosopher or a fighter, but since they said philosophers can’t get pussy, he chose the other option (and still got little to no pussy), sad wanker as he was back then.
He either doesn’t know what the hell she is talking about or, he would want to discuss with her about the subjects she’s into, so much in fact that it would soon become an autistic competition of its own. But the deeply ingrained memory of being called a scrawny nerd is keeping his mouth shut even now, when he’s approaching his mid-thirties.
So he tells her she should read an actual book about the subject and stop filling her head with nonsense layman theories.
It hurts; it fucking burns, the mute, helpless stare she shoots at him. She scoots away, sorely upset, and won’t come back to him before the evening fall.
There's no cute noises and kisses peppered all over his face, no dangling from his neck and prattling away about the differences between C. S. Lewis and Tolkien; no videos where a cat tries to fish the last pringles with its paw or memes that remind her of him. There's just a broken girl and a knife in his heart, but he’s too ashamed and proud to apologize.
And so she comes back to him when he won't go to her, the deep yearning always overthrowing her pride. It feeds his self loath by gallons: she's better than him, always has been.
She hugs his middle when they lie down to sleep, forehead pressed against his upper back. She’s too small to reach the back of his neck, but she won’t wriggle upwards like an adorable little worm to place a kiss there like she used to. Just falls asleep with a sigh, holding him tight.
His sleep arrives only after hours have passed, and the knife inside his heart has finally done its duty and euthanized the whole organ.
They never talk about it: but she prattles far less nonsense to him now. He nearly breaks the silence one day and asks her about the Myers Pigs test or whatever it was called, see if she would crack open from her shell and laugh. He could coax her to tell him what her newest interest is nowadays, what makes her eyes bright and shiny when he’s away. But he’s too fucking ashamed, too goddamm proud to tell her that she’s annoyingly cute when she talks so much and that he fucking loves her for that. That she’s the silliest girl he’s ever met and if he had a hat, he would take it off every time she wanted to share another monologue.
If he had the balls, he would ask if she had all this madness inside her when they were kids but never had the courage to spill it out… If he's the only person she has allowed to see this side of her without fear.
...
He returns to the party after having a smoke – a bad habit everytime he knows he's about to down a few beers – only to see she’s engaged in a heated conversation with some other guy.
Or, the guy is asking questions, while his girl is about to burst out of her dress from the eagerness to tell him everything about some new hyperfixation of hers. Something she hasn’t really shared with him; not anymore...
The knife is still in his heart, it seems, because it twists. Violently.
He looks for a weapon to defend himself: an empty beer bottle, a knife on the table, an untended umbrella by the door; his fists, ungloved. It’s just a routine check, a simple habit that was hammered in his system years ago, and of course this is not the time or the place for violence. He just… fantasizes about stabbing that guy in the liver with some blunt cutlery, pounding his ribs to pieces until his knuckles bleed with jealousy. He even fantasizes her screams when she sees what kind of a man he really is: a weak wanker who turned into a pitiful beast of a man.
These flashes take only a second or two, then he squares his shoulders and goes to get his girl back.
“How about we dance,” he offers his hand to her, palm up like the other guy was made of air – or not even that.
Her eyes light up with surprise, pure, undiluted hope, her interest in her chat companion now completely gone.
“You... You want to dance?”
His lips compress into a thin line, his nostrils flaring from the need to either claim her right on this floor or turn and beat the competing dick beside him into a pulp.
Then her hand finds his, her soft little smile pulls him back, her eyes now shining to him and only him.
It’s a slow one, the song, and he only notices it when she lifts her hands and cups the back of his neck. Tingles shoot down his spine and send a curious little twitch down his dick – even his testes pull up a notch. They’ve fucked a thousand times, and still, she has this effect on him... All she needs to do is smile and touch his neck, and his body answers; he’s hers.
“Does this mean you like me…?” She asks with a playful smile when his hands come to naturally claim her waist.
“...What?”
“You saw me with that guy and came to whisk me away.”
He tries to avoid her stare, fakes to steal a glimpse at the other pairs dancing, but it’s challenging when she looks at him like… like that.
“He was drooling all over you back there,” he mutters.
“...Oh? So you came to save me?”
“You have difficulty saying no.”
She's relaxed, while he's stiff, the adrenaline leaving him slowly and with a rising boner. It doesn't help that she's drawing little circles on his skin, right there where it tickles and sends more pulls down his cock.
He tries to breathe deep and slow, but it doesn’t really work much. There are times when he gets a hard-on from her playing with his hair or brushing a set of fingertips across his nipple, and then there are times when he really wishes she wouldn’t do shit like this. Not when they’re at a party and he almost had a temper tantrum in front of everyone.
“König… You never dance,” she says with a weighted stare. He answers it with a heavy glare of his own, eyes that should tell her enough about his true feelings for her.
There’s a thin line between love and hate, but never has he felt this undeniable truth as acutely as he has with her...
“If you don’t stop with the tickling I’m going to have to take you upstairs for a fuck.”
Her tiny little fingers stop immediately, but her eyes shine brighter than ever before. From shock, love, or awe, who knows. Then she picks up that annoying habit again, a bit too keenly to convey any kind of actual fear.
“You’re begging for it, aren’t you...?” He comments with genuine contempt.
“...Yes?” She answers with a breath of a smile, pure love in her stare.
He grunts as if tired, then scoops her up, right there on the dance floor and takes her upstairs when everyone can see.
“You like me. Admit it,” she babbles when he carries her inside some guest bedroom and kicks the door shut, with her snug and smiling in his arms.
“Yes, yes. You can tell me all about everything when I’m done with you.”
“All about everything?” She giggles as he throws her on the bed and starts to take off his shirt. Her eyes shoot to his pecs, then to his fingers when he unzips his pants. There's no lie, no deceit in that stare, just adoration and want.
“First you have to be quiet. Think you can manage that?”
She opens her pink little mouth, then shuts it, starts to nod like a broken doll.
When he eventually slides in, the poor doll whimpers, just like he thought.
"Hush," he gruffs, but doesn't cover her mouth.
He can have a little taste, a sip, a treat... Because the knife in his heart stops rattling only when he makes love to her – he does that often, even if he calls it 'fucking' in his mind.
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In which (Y/n) likes to cook Deuce food as a way of showing affection.
He doesn't seem to really understand the implications of the prefect's gesture, though.
Request by anon.
"Hey, how come you only make food for Deuce? I'm also hungry!"
"Stop complaining and eat your apple, Ace."
"No, (Y/n)! I don't want an apple... I want sandwiches, like the ones you made for Deuce."
It was just another schoolday during the afternoon that the four of you spent lounging beneath a tree in the courtyard. A few other groups sat huddled amongst each other nearby, although the courtyard was only sparsely populated.
A small discussion had broken out between Ace and you as soon as he had seen you open your bag to hand a carefully wrapped lunch box to Deuce. A shy giggle escaped your lips when your fingers brushed his when you gave the box to him. Deuce had taken the box eagerly, an aloof smile on his lips.
Grim crossed his arms in dismay. "You're right, Ace." His curious eyes watched as the blue-haired boy set aside the lid and pulled out a carefully crafted sandwich. Despite the absence of tuna, the cat still felt his stomach rumble painfully. "I don't get any special treatment by my henchhuman, either... What has this world come to?"
"Maybe (Y/n) just likes me more than you," Deuce said with a grin, though the smugness of his voice soon ebbed away again. All that remained was a satisfied look in his eyes after he had gulped down his first bite. "Of course, I was just joking. Thank you for the food, (Y/n). I very much appreciate it."
"N-No issue, Deuce!" Your fingers wrestled with one another nervously while you watched for his reaction. When his eyes met yours again though, you couldn't help but avert your gaze. "I hope you like it."
"Everything you make is tasty," he said with a full mouth.
Still dissatisfied by your stubbornness when it came to anyone but your little favourite Heartslabyul boy, Ace turned to Grim and furrowed his eyebrows. "Deuce may have meant it as a joke, but I think he's really onto something there," the red-head mumbled, so that only the cat could hear him. "Do you think...?"
"Yes, it could be very possible," Grim replied without having heard the whole question.
You eyed the duo suspiciously after having recovered from your interaction with Deuce. At the large grins these two troublemakers wore, you narrowed your eyes at them. "What could be 'very possible'?"
A confident grin graced Grim's face. "Well, we have a certain theory. Would you like to continue, Detective Ace?"
"Why, thank you, my assistant," Ace replied with a posh accent. Being referred to as assistant had Grim seething, but his complaining was stopped by a single raised hand. The red-head's eyes gazed you up and down critically. "The two of us have suspicions that you might have a crush on our idiot friend."
"Shhhh—!" you cried out in desperation and waved your arms around.
Much to your horror, Deuce perked up at the sudden accusation. His food lay forgotten in his lap while he finished chewing a carrot. "Really?" he asked you with wide eyes. "You have a crush on someone? What's their name? Do you also cook for them?"
While Ace and Grim began laughing their souls out, you were left to defend what remained of your honour. With your cheeks as hot as a campfire, you managed to seethe out, "You really are an idiot, Deuce..."
"What?" He tilted his head to the side in confusion, a gesture you found awfully adorable. "Where did that suddenly come from?"
You gritted your teeth together, hating the thought that you would have to literally spell the situation out to him. Yet, you were left no other choice when he merely pressured you with another confused look. A string of curses escaping your lips, you threw your hands into the air in exasperation. "I thought it was obvious with the lunch boxes I always make for you. I don't cut the carrots into hearts just for anyone," you whispered awkwardly.
For a while, your monologue left him speechless. "I didn't know I was special." His eyes were as wide as saucers.
"Well," you breathed out shyly, "you are very special to me, Deuce."
Your little moment was interrupted by Ace's obnoxious laughter. He scooted closer to his friend and punched his shoulder. "Have you finally figured out who (Y/n) has a crush on, Deuce?" he asked while snatching the other half of the sandwich for himself.
Deuce remained silent for a while. But when realisation came to him, it came down crashing hard. In his panic, he almost threw the lunch box to the ground with how quickly he jumped to his feet. "Oh." His intense gaze made you feel small and scared. When he noticed your squirming, his eyes softened apologetically. "Oh! I never realised— I never realised you had a crush on me..."
"Finally..." Ace breathed out and took another bite of the sandwich.
"Took him an eternity..." Grim nodded along, eagerly grabbing a heart-shaped carrot piece when Ace offered it to him.
A soft sigh escaped your lips, and you only reluctantly raised your gaze to observe Deuce's expression. "I-It's alright..." you muttered awkwardly. You could at least try to salvage the situation as best as possible. "I was always too shy to say it to you outright, Deuce."
He didn't reply, though. The silence left you squirming even more in discomfort.
"I think his brain stopped working," Grim muttered between big bites.
The entire situation came crashing down upon Deuce all at once, like a large wall that had just crumbled down upon him and buried him alive. As if he had just returned from the dead, he jolted up and stared at you with wide eyes. "You like me? Me?" he cried out and buried his face in his shaking hands. "The lunch boxes make sense now..."
You put a hand on his shoulder. "Deuce? Are you alright?"
"Oh right, I'm sorry." He took a deep breath, and he finally managed to get his act together. When he removed his hands from his face, he revealed a beaming smile to you. Your heart skipped a few beats when he took his hand into yours. "Well, (Y/n)... what do you think of us cooking together sometime. Like a... date?"
"I would love to."
"You could cook stuff for us!" Ace suggested and eyed the empty lunch box in dismay.
Grim nodded along eagerly. "I mean, we brought you two together, after all."
#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst#reader insert#y/n#disney twst#twst x you#deuce spade#deuce spade x reader#twst deuce spade#twst deuce#twst deuce x reader#twisted wonderland deuce#gender neutral reader
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I love the way you write Mammon! It feels very close to canon to me! I'm currently working on my Helluva Boss oc who is a soft-spoken, chubby succubus with social anxiety and a soft girl aesthetic and who is more open and fun with those she's close with, so I was wondering what it would be like if Mammon had an S/O who was kinda like this?
AAAAH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!! IT MEANS A LOT! Your oc sounds so cool! :D
NOW THEN.
- Your personalities would differ a lot: he, a boisterous, charasmatic, self-centred Royal who often surrounds himself with outspoken and loud personalities, vs. you, a gentle Hellborn who kept to yourself.
- It was unusual, ESPECIALLY, in Hell. And especially because you were a succubus. You were supposed to be flirty, and sexual, loud and comical - but you weren't.
- When he met you for the first time, you acted differently toward him than most did. Most fanned and screamed about how much of an honour it was to meet him, he'd soak up their praise like a sponge to water. Yet, you didn't. When he met you, you were quiet. Meek and polite, you stumbled and fumbled over your words. Most of the time you kept to yourself, only speaking when spoken to.
- It intrigued him, and it was definitely where his attraction toward you started. He had lived a LONG immortal life, yet you were so very unique, and different from all the demons he had met before.
- SO, he'd make an effort to catch your attention. Insisting the two of you become friends so that you could hang out more often.
- At first your differing personalities clashed a lot.
- Mammon was quite overwhelming to be around, but after a LOT of coaxing, and dinners, and hang-outs, and being within the general vicinity of each other, you got used to his eccentric, touchy-feely personality and you actually quite enjoy being around him!
- From that, you start opening up more around him! He definitely noticed the changes in your personality.
- You were more talkative, to start. Catching onto his jokes quickly and instead of just laughing, you continued the bit. You were more likely to start conversations, compliment him, and just chat with him. You were still rather soft-spoken, as it seemed that you were just a calm individual, but this behaviour was new.
- Then, you sought out Mammon's presence on your own terms, almost like a cat in a new home. Instead of him having to arrange to be around you, you started finding his presence comforting and friendly so you willingly stayed by his side.
- After a while, you also started to get a bit flirty with him, in a typical, succubus way. This caught him off guard. He thought you averted away from typical succubus behaviours, but he was so very wrong. All you needed was to get comfortable with him.
- I personally think however, that if he saw you being like this with someone else before you had the chance to open up to him, he'd get quite jealous.
- After all, you were his friend, weren't you? Did you not like him enough? Was he not trying hard enough? Did he need to threaten that person to stay away from you?
- All of these insecurities go away once you open up to him, though. He's just a bit dramatic.
- Its after you open up to him that the real romance begins to start, however.
- There had been moments beforehand, of course. Lingering touches, and gazes, offhand comments and awkward tensions but it was more prominent now.
- Now, especially because of how you flirt with him, and how he reciprocates such acts deviously, the two of you were more confident with your advances. It really didn't take long at all for it to become a thing.
- He loves holding you, and cuddling you, but you're such a benign demon that you feel so delicate in his hands. He worries he may hurt you.
- But yeah!! Overall, Mammon adores you and you adore him. He finds you adorable, and pretty, and your gentle personality is what draws him into you so much despite how much it clashes with his own.
- He never once tried to tone his eccentricity down around you so honestly he's lucky you opened up and took an intrest in him instead of finding him overwhelming and annoying.
I hope you like this! If you don't then m sorry 🫠Sorry for how late the response was! Its mocks season in College rn nd its AAUUGH
if u liked it pls leave an ask i love getting them nd answering them :3
#helluva boss x reader#mammon hb#mammon hb x reader#hb mammon#mammon helluva boss#oc#hb mammon x reader#helluva boss mammon
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f!potterer!reader x quinn hughes
warnings: swearing
(sidenote: qhuggyhes is quinn's private account - only mentioned once)
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ynofficial: holy mac'n' cheeseballs i'm gonna be in vogue
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fan1: *takes deep breath* I'M SO PROUD OF YOU
fan2: no more gatekeeping, only girlbossing
fan3: we must gatekeep her from the stinky men though
fan4: you're so beautiful
fan5: i actually can't wait
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ynofficial: can someone get me a cat? i'm in desperate need of a housemate that purrs when cuddled. a cat would also keep me company in this big apartment
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fan6: my grandma's cat just had kittens and she's in vancouver if you're interested?
ynofficial: ooh yes please!
fan7: what's wrong with your current housemate?
ynofficial: he smiles and falls asleep on me and leaves vancouver for work often :/
fan8: what's wrong with a smile?
ynofficial: it makes me like him even more that's what's wrong
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qhuggyhes: please don't play the guilt card i WILL fold
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fan9: repping lana as we should
ynofficial: the one and only
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ynofficial: meet harley!! she's so adorable i just want to cry...also she's an incredibly annoying bedmate at times (but she's cute so i'll let her off)
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fan10: you're a crazy cat lady now, welcome to the club
ynofficial: i'm honoured
fan11: i'm assuming harley is the cat?
ynofficial: your assumption would be correct yes
trevorzegras: and harley is YOUR cat?
ynofficial: stfu yes
jackhughes: i see what you did there. clever.
ynofficial: idk what you're talking about
fan12: why the sudden influx of nhl players?
fan13: i don't even know who any of them are
ynofficial: neither do i
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ynofficial: i want you to know i take being a cat mother very seriously and that i'm going to start referring to home as HQ for personal reasons
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lhughes_06: HQ being harley and...
ynofficial: you used to my favourite
lhughes_06: what am i now?
ynofficial: on thin ice
fan14: pretty sure luke hughes has a brother called quinn
fan15: yeah he does
fan16: quinn is in the second photo and i think the last?
fan17: wait does hq = harley/quinn????
_quinnhughes has added to their story
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ynofficial: new 'dainty florals' set on the market!
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fan18: are you on the market too?
fan19: LMAO no
fan20: i'm analysing her hands now
fan21: POV you're here bc of that twitter thread
fan22: me
fan23: the moon mug is giving fairy garden and i love it
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_quinnhughes: been busy lately
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fan24: babe we all know *wink wink*
fan25: that's definitely y/n
fan26: quinn rn: sorry i haven't been posting i've been having a lot of sex
fan28: everyone knows
jackhughes: and i'm still patiently waiting
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ynofficial: congrats on your-
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fan29: -record breaking of 263 games to assist 200 times?
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jackhughes: 🐔
ynofficial: bet
fan30: even the fucking cake is canucks themed
lhughes_06: if you don't i will
ynofficial: it's cute you think i'll let myself be blackmailed
fan31: it's impossible for it not to be quinn at this point
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_quinnhughes: i was told to say 'alexa play cornelia street' as a caption
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bradytkachuk: you're so whipped
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fan32: this is literally the same place y/n posted in her last post
jackhughes: TAG HER
fan33: jack losing his patience is all of us rn
_quinnhughes went live 3 minutes ago!
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jackhughes: because these two IDIOTS are refusing to actually do anything about it, i'm taking the matter into my own hands for my and your mental health. this is ynofficial and _quinnhughes and they are 100% dating and 1000% in love to the point where it actually melts me. thank you and good night
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lhughes_06: i didn't think you'd ACTUALLY do it
jackhughes: do not underestimate me
_quinnhughes: and then you wonder why luke is y/n's favourite
fan34: WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!!!!
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ynofficial: i hate you
jackhughes: you wish you did 😘😘
fan35: i love how y/n and quinn are so private that the only way their relationship would ever get exposed is if someone did it for them
fan36: fr they fit each other so well
fan37: THEY! ARE! PARENTS!
fan38: omg y/n has a harley and a quinn in her life
fan39: HQ makes sense now
#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#nhl social media au#nhl fic#nhl imagine#hockey fic#hockey imagine
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Spoilers for Catching fire of the Hunger games series, if u havent watched it dont read.
Rewatching the 2nd hunger games film, Catching Fire for the first time in a years here r my thoughts chronologically, & I've got a lot to say about this one:
- They actually show Katniss's PTSD, flashbacks and nightmares.
- Gale being a "nice guy", christ hes a an sh*tty
- watching them back to back, they recast the cat!!!
- Snow is a fabulous villain.
- CINNA 🥰
- Caeser Flickerman's banger theme tune!
- The camera's interview is so awkward
- Effie deserved Katniss snapping at her on the train
- Peeta acknowledging that he cant hold her to wot they did to survive in the games! Peeta's already way above Gale. Peeta king 👑 of communication.
- just asking each other their favourite colour is adorable
- The Mockingjay!
- Peeta offering to talk to make it easier for Katniss
- Peeta giving Thresh & Rue's families some of their winnings. Katniss's speech about Rue is beautiful, I'm sobbing
- I love district 11, f*ck the peace keepers!! That poor old man! Haymitch: Who's going to protect them!?
- Haymitch knows better than anyone that you never escape the games.
- Jennifer Lawrence is fabulous
- Haymitch cares about them so much, we love him.
- Katniss barely holding it together on the victory tour. She looked so horrified at the little girl saying she would volunteer just like Katniss did.
- Caeser Flickerman has no right to be so iconic.
- Peeta is amazing! I love him and Katniss
- Does Effie have to say Mahogany in every film?
- Peetas disgust at the Capitol compared to what people in the districts are going through.
- I love the politics of catching fire
- Seneca decided to stop breathing - Plutarch
- F*CK GALE!!!! SHE DOESNT HAVE TO LOVE U ROMANTICALLY FOR BOTH OF U TO SAVE UR FAMILIES!!!!! Gale's right about rebelling, but he isnt even trying to understand her trauma.
- I love the anti corporal punishment, pro riots/rebellion, f*ck the police message of catching fire
- Peeta without question helping to save Gale cos he's not selfish
- Prim being a great nurse!
- I don't think Katniss has ever had any romantic feeling for Gale, he's just her best friend at most, a lot of the time he's barely that, she would've thrown herself in front of that whip if it was anyone she remotely cared about.
- The trauma of all the victors. Haymitcch is right they're not winners, they're survivors. Nobody ever wins.
- Effie actually kinda realizing the games arent the honour shes been indoctrinated to think they are.
- Katniss didnt ghetto say goodbye to Prim 😭
- Finnick & Maggs!!! We love them.
- Finnick Odair 🥰
- The Capitol is even more perfect in this one
- Johanna Mason is iconic and fabulous
- Wiress & Beetie r great
- Maggs is the sweetest
- Transition from Seneca Cranes hanging body to Caeser Flickerman's banging theme song!
- The Victor's interviews are very persuasive & interesting, they each show a lot about the characters
- Slay Johnnana!!! Make him pay for it
- The costumes in this one is a step up from the first.
- the fact she knows that Cinna is in danger for the Mockingjay dress
- Peter "We actually got married" Mellark, Peter "If it werent for the baby" Mellark
- All the Victor's holding hands in a show of unity
- CINNA 😭 (Jennifer Lawrence was amazing in this scene)
- The arena is beautiful
- finnick: oh Sh*t Katniss might actually love Peeta.
- THE FOG ,, MAGGS!! 😭😭
- Tick Tock The arenas a clock
- PEETA! JOHNANNA!
- bye bye district 12
I love this film, for me, it's my favourite in the series.
#catching fire#hungers games films#hunger games#75th hunger games#quarter quell#district 12#katniss and peeta#thg katniss#katniss everdeen#the hunger games katniss#everlark#peeta mellark#primrose everdeen#3rd quarter quell#thg finnick#finnick odair#thg incorrect quotes#thg catching fire#autism#autistic rambling#autistic rant#the hunger games#the hunger games peeta#thg katniss everdeen#the capitol#president snow#fuck gale#thg politics#the hunger games catching fire#johanna mason
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In honour of his birthday, I'm going to rant about some of my favourite roles of the global treasure (yes, I'm promoting him from the ‘national’ status), David Tennant. Feel free to add your own.💙
Fourteen Doctor: This might seem like an odd choice to start with when there are popular choices like the Tenth Doctor and Crowley, but this character holds a very special place in my heart. I've been a fan of DT for about 6 years now and it started with Doctor Who. I love Ten but Fourteen is just more dear to me. Mostly because he made me excited again for one of my favourite TV shows. As a character, he has all the trademark qualities of the Doctor - the genius level intellect, endless compassion, and love for new adventures. But he is somehow more mature and softer, and I loved this development. Also, that blue coat and that (1) button - you know what I'm talking about.
Phileas Fogg: Such an underrated TV show. The chemistry of the trio, the adventures, the title sequence music - there's so much to love about this. And Fogg is such a real character. So far from perfect, this man will often appear as aloof, vain, self-absorbed and even a coward. But I think Phileas is one of the best roles ever played by Tennant. Yes, he's flawed but he's also intelligent, so incredibly kind, and yes, even brave. If you haven't watched this show, I highly recommend it.
Alec Hardy: So different from most other charming roles of DT, Hardy is a sad wet cat. He's grumpy, not nice, and just really tired of the world (who can't relate though?). His reluctant friendship with Ellie is one of the best parts of the grim show. And the fanfic lover in me can't stop screaming about how whumpable he is.
Crowley: I was going for the top three kind of ranking but the thin dark duke slithered his way over. And how can you not love Anthony J. Crowley? From this pure delightful joy while creating stars and nebulae (I can't get over David's face and the happy noises he makes in this scene) to his reluctant and vast love for his Angel and the earth, Crowley is very easy to fall in love with (take notes, Aziraphale. I know you love him but please use your words. Crowley, at least, tried).
I wanted to add more characters, especially the Shakespearean ones (I love Hamlet, but Benedick has my heart), but the list won't simply ever end then. So, I'm just going to say name all the ones I love and end it here - Simon Yates (There She Goes), Dave Tyler (Single Father), Campbell Bain (Takin' over the Asylum), Harry Watling aka The Sexy Vicar (Inside Man, this show was so freaking stressful but I loved David's character), every single Shakespearean character he ever played (even the ones I haven't or probably won't ever get the chance to see - cries in Macbeth), and, of course, Scrooge McDuck (DuckTales).
So, thank you DT for gifting the world with some of the best, most adorable, wholesome, gender-enviable characters to ever exist. (Except for the creeps, freaks, and ruthless murderers, which we kind of love as well). Happy Birthday! 💙
#mostlyblues#david tennant#doctor who#broadchurch#around the world in 80 days#fourteenth doctor#alec hardy#phileas fogg#crowley#david fucking tennant#Happy Birthday David Tenant#ducktales#scrooge mcduck#shakespeare#dw#campbell bain#takin over the asylum#harry watling#inside man#much ado about nothing#hamlet#macbeth#theatre#good omens#crowly x aziraphale#anthony j crowley#aziracrow#the doctor#tennantedit
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imagine billy having an identity reveal (probably not willingly) and some league members being assholes about it
billy’s just taking everything for a while until they throw jabs at the tiger plushy he’s holding, because that’s his friend
so he throws tawny at the member who insulted tawnys honour and that member doesn’t think to dodge because it’s a plush thrown by a malnourished little kid, but just before it hits tawny transforms into a giant tiger
i imagine that tawny wouldn’t hurt anyone too bad to not upset billy but the league learns their lesson
This ask has been painting such an awesome scene in my mind and has never left it once, thank you so much for sending this ask!
I can imagine Billy having his identity revealed being an extreme invasion of his privacy and unwanted, but to the league it would represent a huge dramatic event. After sending in what is one of their most powerful powerhouses into battle constantly against foes that rival gods and monsters who eat gods for breakfast, the reveal of that teammate being just a child would shake them to their core.
Captain Marvel being revealed as a child would absolutely make them extremely upset, rightfully, at that. Having to sit him down during a meeting as plain old Billy Batson, to confront him for all the lies of omissions and deceptions with a heavy heart is one thing, but to look at the blue eyed, malnourished child in the eyes and see him holding a stuffed animal tightly would tear them apart.
Billy would understandably be nervous at the whole mind breaking event going on, having summoned Tawky Tawny for emotional support to get him through this chaotic meeting going from talking softly to him to interrogating him. After all, a secret as big as this being exposed would lead to a long meeting being held about his future status on the JL.
Still, no one is outright mad at him. Upset and heartbroken, but no one has made him cry yet. That's good. That's great. Billy was now seen as a child in their eyes, he didn't need any more help on that. He could get through this.
That's when it happens. Someone crosses the line. Billy was defending himself as Captain Marvel aka The Champion of Magic, making his statement that he was more than mature and responsible to handle the burdens he carried so often.
"Ha! Are you shitting me? Listen, kid, we've been here for hours. Let me tell you this. Mature people don't go hugging a stuffed animal when they're about to cry. For fucks sake, what is that anyway? A cat? You can't go hugging that thing when you're out in a battle! Look. I'm not mad at you, no one is mad at you, but I'm going to say it. No one. Can trust you now. Never again. If you think you have a future on the league with that dumb stuffed cat in your arms, you're so grounded-"
"....er..."
"Huh? Kid. Speak up. Don't mumble when you're speaking to an adult."
"I said. He. Is. A. TIGER!"
Before anyone can react or think, the stuffed tiger in Billy's arms begins to stretch and grow, leaping out of his arms and pouncing onto the man. The sudden presence of a growling and gigantic tiger in front of the league startles everybody, to the point no one notices that Billy was currently wiping away the tears that were flowing down his face.
Tawny would have detected that Billy was feeling unsafe and anxious, not wanting to hurt the man in any way, just scare him enough to stop making his friend cry. Whatever happens afterwards is a mystery, but some say....that the league member who made Billy cry that day developed a fear of tigers 🐅
I absolutely adored this idea you sent in! It's helping me through my writer's block right now!
#Billy batson#dc captain marvel#Shazam#This was such a lovely ask#Tysm!#This response went on longer than intended hahaha#But I was having fun!#Tawny Tawny#I was also imaging Tawny being summoned out of a poke-ball like a pokemon
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get 2 know me meme
tagged by @cryptidafter 🫡
tagging: whoever feels like doing this, but also @watertightvines @ratheralark @needsmoreresearch @chaos0pikachu @skalidris @thepurplewombat @evilhasnever
Do you make your bed?
yep! not like super neatly or whatever but it gets remade every morning to prevent the cats from causing problems.
What’s your favorite number?
seven--just like prev! dunno why exactly, i just vibe with it.
What is your job?
i'm an overworked government bureaucrat, which maybe explains why i think jin guangyao should get to murder whomever he wants.
If you could go back to school, would you?
nooooope. i've got my masters and that is more than enough for me. i've actually told my husband that if i start making any serious noises about going back to school, he has my permission to yell at me.
Can you parallel park?
y... yes. in that once i am parked, i am sure that my car is parallel to something, somewhere.
A job you had that would surprise people?
i'm genuinely not sure any of my day jobs are that exciting lol. uhhh i designed and administered sharepoint online websites for a major canadian university for a while and hated every second of it despite making bank while i did it. god i hate sharepoint so much.
Do you think aliens are real?
i think it's way more unlikely that we're totally alone in the universe.
Can you drive a manual car?
nope, never learned how to drive stick shift unfortunately.
What’s your guilty pleasure?
i'm not sure i feel guilty about it exactly but i do enjoy rewatching gilmore girls while very high.
Tattoos?
just the one, which will be a week old as of tomorrow 👀 it's a stylized rendering of the solar eclipse! my husband and the man of honour at our wedding also got matching tattoos, so it's a very sentimental tattoo for me.
Favorite color?
i'm a jewel tones kind of bitch, so deep forest green, burgundy, etc,
Favorite type of music?
i like a little bit of everything tbh but i mostly listen to grunge and bluegrass.
Do you like puzzles?
no 😤 they stress me out lol
Any phobias?
several, and broadcasting what they are on a public platform like this while knowing i have at least two hatefollowers sounds like a very bad idea.
Favorite childhood sport?
horse-riding! i also took dance and played soccer but riding horses was the most fun. also the cheapest since i just went down to our neighbour's farm and rode her horses lol
Do you talk to yourself?
oh yes.
What movies do you adore?
god, okay, this is hard: the LOTR extended editions, the OG star wars trilogy, OG jurassic park, saved!, batman: the dark knight, captain america: the winter soldier, inception, sunshine, 1408, knives out, parasite, leon the professional, anything directed by hayao miyazaki, anything directed by guillermo del toro (except for the shape of water, which i can't watch because of the scene with the cat)--i'm sure i'm forgetting something.
Coffee or tea?
can't start my day without a cup of tea 👍
First thing you wanted to be growing up?
i wanted to be a veterinarian! but i also wanted to be an astronaut just as badly because i figured even aliens probably have pets, and someone has to look after them.
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Hello. I hope you're okay with me dumping every ounce of my adoration for you The Games of Divinity series here, because I simply cannot stay silent any longer. I read the whole thing yesterday in the span of fifty three minutes at one a.m. with my eyes barely open and a blanket up to my chin so it was truly one of those Authentic Fic Experiences TM. I'm obsessed. I'm enraptured. I'm in love.
Your character analyses of Neuvillette and Furina? Chef's kiss. I am throwing them into a glass jar and shaking vigorously to watch them bounce off the walls. I am chewing on them like a four year old with unlimited access to a bag of Starburst and every flavour in their mouth at once. I am gripping you by the shoulders with tears streaming down my face because you have ruined every fic I read for the next two hundred and sixteen business days. Nothing will ever compare. Sanity is a long lost dream. Your AO3 account isn't a prison, it's home.
If you can't already tell, I adore your work. As a writer myself, I get gender envy while reading it. Except its writing style envy. Your use of italics for highlighting humour is wonderful. The shift in dynamic across the years with Furina and Neuvillette is masterfully done. It's hard to ship Neuvifuri because to me it's only appealing in one of two scenarios: an AU where Neuvillette knows, or one in which he begs pitifully for Furina's forgiveness after trapping her and putting her on trial without knowing what she was going through. Your fic is easily the best example of the former I've ever read. The only reason I haven't flooded your inbox with Kudos and AO3 comments is because my account is acting up and I had to read as a guest.
I love every chapter. Like actually. The first one? Seeing their initial attitudes towards each other was fascinating. The one where Neuvillette gets The Horny? Literally so funny and somehow hot as hell at the same time. The chapter from the POV of the Gardes? Hilarious and an incredibly creative way of showcasing their relationship from the perspective of an outsider. On that note, the Gardes themselves are such colourful characters, I think it's amazing how you went to the effort to give everyone such a distinctive personality. Also the scene with Xiao and Zhongli was scrumptious, that one line... "Zhongli placed a hand on the back of his neck, thumb gently kneading the soft spot where his neck and shoulder met like a man scruffing an unruly cat." That's so cute to me. Your Honour. They are so cute. And Neuvi being all baffled by himself for trying to intimidate Zhongli was endlessly amusing, especially when you said something along the lines of '"Neuvillette didn't mind being spoken of like a dog in heat, but he drew the line at barbs being aimed at Furina." You nail the dynamics every single time. Wild.
The internal conflicts of both Furina and Neuvillette are delightful as well. Furina's guilt for needing Neuvillette versus Neuvillette wishing Furina would let herself need him? Collapses. I am bleeding from multiple stab wounds. It's so eiohrohsiowiourwhrf. They're so vdhkfhoewirdkf. Neuvillette being awed by her humanity versus Furina wishing she could properly hide it. Neuvillette wishing he could share her altruism but knowing he would send a fleet to die in Furina's place even if she despised him for it. Banging my fist on the table. The intrinsic protectiveness and the guilt of needing to be protecting. Clutching my head in my hands. Tearing out my hair. Shuddering like I'm attached to an electric chair cranked up to the highest voltage.
I would suffer the trials of every hero from Greek mythology to read more of it.
Thanks for reading! Love hearing your thoughts on this; I think one of the big appeals about this pairing is crazy devotion that can happen between two people lying to God's face. It's like the greatest hits of every ship that's tickled my brain over the years and I'm glad I have an opportunity to play around with it.
No Neman Lions will need to be slain for the next chapter (probably)
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hi emiiiiii! 22, 28, and 32 for the writing asks pls
hiiiiii bestie🥰❤️❤️❤️
22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?
Gosh, what IS it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again? Is it like eating your favourite chocolate for daily dessert? Waking up to your cat purr on your chest every morning? Watching your favourite Ghibli movie again and again? I think so; it's just nice to experience the same niceness again and again.
Also! AUs are just FUN!
28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?
This is a new one, but when I find it difficult to pick up from where I left off, I do a split screen with what I wrote the night before alongside a fresh page and start rewriting. Sometimes, I'm just transcribing; other times, I'm prettying things up. It helps me get back into it; otherwise, I spend too much time trying to figure out where to hop into my chaotic, messy drafts.
32. Do you have a word/expression that you always use in your writing?
Boy, do I. I often use (parentheses for those bonus thoughts, on account of ye olde ADHD brain running a mile a minute lol). I also write inner monologues with veryyyy intimate narrative interiority; like, my POV is third person, but my writing can feel very first person.
Here's an example of what I mean (nsfw-ish so tucked under the read more):
It’s the small hours—specifically 1:15 am, and Sylvain’s lying awake, these words reverberating in the echo chamber that is his racing mind:
“Try to take care of yourself before I come over.”
Because.
Because did Ingrid “Mrs. Grundy” Galatea fucking instruct him to masturbate?!
Ingrid, the Presbyterian prep-school puritanical prude?! She, who in all honesty, is the one who needs to honour her ménage à moi, fetch herself a Meg Ryan, paddle the pink canoe and dance the two-finger taco tango?!
Girl! What! Like he doesn’t perform hand to hand combat, jack the beanstalk, and squeeze the cream from the fresh flesh twinkie on a duo-daily basis. Sweetheart, he knows what he’s doing. Your advice? He needs not!
(Even if he is heeding it.)
Thank you for sending in an ask, bestie! I adore you and think you're so cool and funny🥹💖💖💖
(taking writing asks!)
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Hazbin Hotel Lyrics (part three)
I couldn't find anything on tumblr, so i decided to make my own little meme; the following are lyrics from hazbin hotel songs that can work well with dialogue / interactions - feel free to change pronouns as needed!
LOSER, BABY
❛ So things look bad. ❜
❛ Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless. ❜
❛ You've lost your way. ❜
❛ You think your life is wrecked. ❜
❛ Well, let me just say you're correct. ❜
❛ Wait, what? ❜
❛ Your a fucked up little whiny bitch. ❜
❛ You're a power bottom at rock bottom. ❜
❛ You've got company. ❜
❛ We're all livin' in the same shit sandwich. ❜
❛ I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak. ❜
❛ You think that makes you unique? ❜
❛ I got an appetite for gambling. ❜
❛ Now I'm on that demon's leash. ❜
❛ Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby. ❜
HELLS GREATEST DAD
❛ Looks like you could use some help. ❜
❛ Usually i charge a sacrificial lamb. ❜
❛ You get the family rate. ❜
❛ I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref. ❜
❛ Who's been here since day one? ❜
❛ Who's been faithful as a nun? ❜
❛ I'm truly honoured that we've built such a bond. ❜
❛ You're like the child I wish that I had. ❜
❛ It's funny, you could almost call me dad. ❜
❛ It's smart to pick the path of least resistance. ❜
❛ There's no substitute for angelic power!. ❜
❛ Sadly, there are times a birth parent is a dud. ❜
❛ They say the family you chose is better. ❜
❛ Who? ❜
MORE THAN ANYTHING
❛ You don't understand! ❜
❛ They didn't listen to me, they won't listen to you. ❜
❛ You're the only thing worth fighting for. ❜
❛ I'll shelter and adore you more than anything. ❜
❛ I don't need you to protect me from this. ❜
❛ I always felt so small. ❜
❛ I heard your stories and was enthralled. ❜
❛ I've been dying to find out who you are. ❜
YOU DIDN'T KNOW?
❛ It's not as simple as you think. ❜
❛ It's not fair. ❜
❛ Careful, keep a cool head. ❜
❛ There's a lot that you don't know. ❜
❛ What are we even talking about? ❜
❛ He blew his shot. ❜
❛ This discussion is senseless and petty. ❜
❛ He's unholy, case closed. ❜
❛ A man only lives once. ❜
❛ What are you saying? ❜
❛ Guess the cat's out of the bag. ❜
❛ Tell me that you didn't know. ❜
❛ It's my load to shoulder. ❜
❛ I wanted to save you the anguish. ❜
❛ To think that I admired you. ❜
❛ I don't need your condescension . ❜
❛ I'm not a child to protect. ❜
❛ That's what the fuck I've been saying. ❜
❛ The rules are shades of gray when you don't do as you say. ❜
❛ Don't you act all high and mighty. ❜
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♡ MOONLIGHT SHADOW.
— scaramouche and late night kisses.
feat ; scaramouche x gn!reader
warning(s) ; highly suggestive, cat-and-mouse dynamic kinda, lmk if there's anything 2 tag, not proofread we die like signora
a/n ; basically im a slut for him end of story,,, also this is technically my comeback post hahaha hi <3
please reblog ! it helps a lot :)
silvery light filters through the windows, dappling the gently swaying curtains and illuminating the room just enough to illustrate two silhouettes. if you could think straight, you'd realise how the moonlight is artificial; a poor reflection of the sun's natural beams. and perhaps you'd even realise that in this way, the man in front of you is similar to the crescent hanging heavy in the sky – pitiful recreations of a glowing celestial body.
however, at this moment, your head is anything but clear, and this only worsens when scaramouche traces his hand up your thigh. leaning into his fleeting touch as your eyes slide shut, you try to ignore how mocking his physicality is, as if he's awarding you a great honour by being with you like this. yet a second later, you flinch and dart back, your whimper dying on the tip of your tongue thanks to the purposeful zap from his electro delusion still tingling on your skin. a maniacal laugh rips from his throat, and the harbinger smirks at your surprised reaction. what a freak he must be, you ponder absently, to gaze at you like a predator eyes prey.
a tear trickles down your face, an automatic reaction to the sting, though you hastily wipe it away before scaramouche sees. of course he does though, he always notices every little detail about you. "aw, did i make you cry, pretty?" he asks, mirth glimmering in his irises when you glance away, "i'm not crying." "sure looks like you are," he cups your cheek, tilting your face back to him and swiping over the tear streaks with a careful caress of his thumb. it's moments like this when his affection shines through where you can fool yourself that he really loves you, that you're something more than a toy that he loves to tease and push to breaking point.
scaramouche clicks his tongue at your lack of reply, head dipping to your neck to add yet another lovebite to the vast array decorating your skin like a twisted collage of his so-called love for you. a gasp escapes your throat when his teeth sink into you, and your hands tangle in his cropped hair, fingers gripping the strands so tightly your knuckles turn white. you remember when his hair was longer, before kunikuzushi lifted his katana and sliced it off with no hesitation, swearing to himself he would be nothing like what his creator wanted him to be. that was the day he shed his original name and gained another, one that would eventually strike paralysing fear into the hearts of whoever was unlucky enough to hear it.
he presses ever closer to you, just like he always does, trying to close the inevitable distance between you both until there is nothing left but skin against skin. you don't know what he's searching for during nights like these, and you can only hypothesise the morning after when the bed beside you is empty, with crumpled sheets the sole sign anyone else was there.
perhaps the reason he maps out every inch of you so frequently is to satisfy his craving for validation, to know that he isn't worthless, to know that he didn't deserve to be thrown away. and in the end it is hypocritical to deny that is all you want too, so you tumble into bed with him again and again, putting up with all his sick tendencies and never learning from your mistakes just to find hollow adoration in the curves of one another's bodies.
your nails dig into the bare skin of his back, trailing down to leave scars and scratches you know will lead to raised eyebrows and questions. maybe this is your way of getting back at him, to usurp the control he is so obsessed with having. it is almost as if scaramouche's utmost secret wish is to be the puppeteer for once instead of the puppet, dancing to someone else's strings for all of eternity.
but it is a pyrrhic victory, for scaramouche then steals your breath with a kiss, one of hunger and passion and desire and more emotions you cannot possibly begin to explain with words. he chuckles softly after biting your lower lip, pressing his forehead against yours. "you're crazy," you murmur, scanning his indigo eyes to look for any hint of remorse or sadness and finding none. your voice is toneless, reduced to the cold clinicality reserved for stating indisputable facts. though if you asked scaramouche, he'd probably say the timbre of your sentence was edged with awe. "isn't that why you love me?" he answers with a question, proving just how infuriating he can be. you laugh, a peculiar sound considering you're unable to refute him, before wrapping your arms around his neck to tug him closer.
when push comes to shove, you know you'll always choose to fall deeper into the swirling abyss of scaramouche, deeper into the black hole that is kunikuzushi, and deeper into the endless void that defines the balladeer. and when the night sky cracks open with a shock of lightning and a deafening boom of thunder you realise that you can't be bothered to care about the eventual consequences.
© starglitterz 2022. do not repost or modify in any way - reblog / follow if you enjoyed.
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I've been thinking a little bit about how my OCs love
Not like, romantically. Just how they love, how they grow attached to things or people. It can be such a fundamental part of a character, but I feel like it's something that doesn't get talked about a lot. So here, have some of my OCs as an example.
Melatron loves out of fascination. He loves things because they're quirky, or different, or stand out. He loves things he can't understand, because quite frankly, there's so much about the world he doesn't understand. He loves the thrill of watching someone solve a Rubik's cube, the high of meeting someone unpredictable, the chaos of improvisation. Oh sure, the randomness of it all can catch him off guard, but deep down he loves the unpredictability because it's what he longs to be. Different. Special. Something worth remembering.
Silvern loves out of conviction. He loves things because he believes that all things deserve to be loved. He loves without exception because he knows that oftentimes, exceptions are the ones who need the love the most. He loves rusty swords and torn sleeves, the joy of prying a smile out of a stern face, the little beautiful things all around him that deserve the attention they never get. Oh sure, sometimes his passionate adoration is met with cold steel, but he keeps trying because it's what he'd want others to do for him. Love, without prejudice or condescension.
Cooper would have you believe he doesn't love anything, but that's a lie. He loves out of honour. He loves those who have earned his respect, not by fearmongering but by honest identity, because he knows how much it can cost to be yourself. He loves a well-made instrument, a fine blade, and seeing people truly in their element, unafraid of him or his reputation. Oh sure, he'll never show it outside the most select of circles, but he cares deeply for those who know who they are, because he doesn't have a clue. Who is he, if not a monster?
Gilden loves out of wonder. They love anything that is pure or kind, because they have seen so much that is neither of those things. They love the soft downy feathers of baby birds, the innocent laughter of children, the generosity in small gestures of kindness. Oh sure, there is plenty about the world not worth loving, but that only makes them more determined to guard what little innocence still persists. Keep it safe, so it need never be burnt by fire as they have been.
Jazz loves out of excitement. She loves things because they distract her from the burdens of reality, and give her a taste of a better life. She loves the adrenaline rush of a good heist, the thrill of learning new skills, the heat of fire as it breezes past her cheeks. Oh sure, sometimes she'll get her caught red-handed, but what good is a gamble without any risk? If pursuit of knowledge doesn't involve a high-speed chase, can you really call it a "pursuit"?
anyway this has been Cat infodumping about her OCs, thank you all for sticking around-- and if you got this far, reblog this with how your OCs love, i'm curious 👀
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CNN article: 'Rats can be taught to play hide and seek -- and they squeal with joy when they win, scientists have found'
And, your honour, I believe wholeheartedly that Fyodor would definitely play hide and seek with his pet rat when he has the time. He would look for it around his office, spot it under his desk thanks to its tail sticking out, pick it up and praise it for hiding so well, while the rat happily squeaks.
What I'm trying to say is, someone pls give fyodor a pet rat. Or a pet cat. Or a pet in general cause I'm sure he'd secretly love having a small fur baby spending time in his office with him even if he won't admit it
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Anon hello???
This is absolutely adorable and I agree wholeheartedly with it. Also when I first read that ask I thought you meant playing hide and seek with Fedya and him squeaking happily when found
Actually going off of that, please imagine playing hide and seek with him. Because not only would he absolutely play it with his rats or whatever pets he has, but I think with enough persuasion he’d play it with his lover too! Fyodor’s the type to know where you’re going to hide - probably before you even do - but pretend not to, letting you feel all smart before finding you.
“I wonder where they could be?” [literally standing right outside your spot]
Okay but back on the topic of the ask he does play it with his rats, probably a lot more than he’d care to admit. Gives an amused huff when he sees their tail sticking out, probably taps it before picking them up and praising them. Does he give them all a little kiss to the forehead? Without a doubt.
Pleasepleaseplease get him a pet for the love of god, he’d absolutely adore it so much.
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oh my goodness hello i saw your post about ships with mgg/spencer reid, i love your account!! either is cool hehe i adore them both so it’s up to you!
i’m a 5’1 ginger girl and i have brown eyes :) and i'm doing a joint honours degree in maths and biology!!
i’m a huge book nerd and i’m also super into poetry, and i had a HUGE shakespeare phase (i joined the shakespeare society at uni too)
besides reading my hobbies are mainly making things (knit/crochet, arts and crafts, painting, etc) and working out, i go running and swimming a ton plus i tennis with my friends every week and go to yoga several times a week
i’m also super into the outdoors, i’d love to end up doing something relating with environmental science or wildlife/marine conservation
thank you so so much <3
MATHEWWWW I wanted to change it up anyway but this is DEF giving Mathew!!! Also I absolutely adore poetry too so like ahhh yay! Also I saw ur other ask and based some of these off of that!!
Bruh imagine Mathew hitting you up with a “shall I compare thee to a summers day thou art more lovely and more temperate…” in a silly way.. he so would.
Anyway
On the flip side he loves to hear you recite your favorite poetry (he loooves literature)
He wants to do sports with you!!!
Mathew is uncoordinated, not athletic, super lanky but still thinks it’s so much fun to play with you and do the things you like.
He strikes me as an outdoors person
Hence the treehouse??
Imagine him always asking you random questions that he thinks have to do with biology
And then being like “you’re so smart wincownxownkfnsondj”
Okay not calling you short
But you’re definitely shorter than him
So he loves to kiss you on the forehead/ hair/ shoulders
We all know this boy loves art
He would ask what you thought of the artwork for his book!!
And maybe you even inspire him quite often..
He wants you to teach him to knit because he wants to make sweaters ✋
Mathew loves animals
You can NOT tell me otherwise
I think he’s probably a dog person but he doesn’t have a strong preference and let’s you get an adorable cat or two (I’m a crazy cat lady and have six literally)
Sooo yes
He learns the words to Taylor Swift songs and chaotically sings them in the middle of intimate moments
I think that’s all
Thank you for coming to my Ted talk <33
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