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just some girl with a cat and a weakness for...anything really.

[moonyontrack]

[oscpia81]

SALTBURN (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell

[lesbiradshaw]

🎀 pretty boy

[lesbiradshaw]

he’s like if a boy was a princess

[myheartisinconstantpuberty]

angel felix >

[myheartisinconstantpuberty]

venetia catton, icon.

[myheartisinconstantpuberty]

i needed this scene as a phone background, so there you go <3

[myheartisinconstantpuberty]

every fiber of my being loves this

[myheartisinconstantpuberty]

a turn none of us expected

[myheartisinconstantpuberty]

no powder in the world can take the snarkiness away

[altman-shelby]

thank you for making him smile

[finnofamerica]

Foregoing the Lie - Hamish Duke x Reader

Summary: When a couple of upcoming events pose some annoyance for Y/n and Hamish, they pretend to be a couple to avoid those annoyances. {Fluff}  

Word count: 761

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“You need me to do what?”

“I know it’s weird, I’m sorry, but I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for a week.”

Hamish was never the kind to put himself in such a position of desperation, especially not one like this. He preferred his dignity intact. This, however, was an emergency, and he needed someone he trusted to be on his side.

The silence of the Den’s living room was suffocating as you thought, chewing on your lip slightly.

 “Please, Y/n,” He pleaded. It seemed like he was seriously considering getting on his knees and begging, but you decided to let him leave with a shred of dignity.

“Why?”

“Because my mother runs this charity even where she auctions off dates with ‘eligible bachelors’, and, as it turns out, those dates usually end up being with horny cougars. I am not getting stuck with Missy Blackwell again.”

“Fine,” You sighed, “but only if you agree to go to my brother’s BBQ with me in a couple of weeks. His girlfriend will not get off my back about dating and it’s really, really annoying.”

“Deal.” Hamish beamed victoriously, extending his hand for you to shake on it.

“So what’s the plan? We gotta get our stories straight, right?”

“Right.” He nodded. “Let’s keep it mostly the truth. I don’t like lying. We met four years ago in philosophy, and became friends over unusual circumstances.”

You nodded, fiddling with your thumbs, a sudden thought making you immensely nervous.

“Where is your mother’s charity event?” You asked.

“It’s a way upstate. It’s an eight-hour drive out there.”

“That’s a long time,” You said quietly. “Are we - are we going to have to practice kiss so it looks convincing to others?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He laughed.

“No! It’s not a bad thing, it’s just you’re quite reserved and, I don’t know, it’s been a long time since I kissed anybody and I don’t want to be bad at it. But if we are just pretending then I guess it doesn’t matter. I still-”

“Y/n, it’ll be fine. If it makes you feel better we can practice kiss so it looks convincing.”

You swallowed thickly, your face heating up considerably.

“I have to go to class,” You stood suddenly, bailing out of his stare.

Before Hamish had the chance to protest, you were out the door. He let out a breath. This would work. He needed it to work.

Why would you ask that?! That’s so embarrassing! You berated yourself, tapping your pen against her notebook. You were desperately trying to listen to the droning of your professor, but your mind kept rambling on repeat how much of an idiot you were. This was a mutually beneficial agreement, you were doing a favor for a friend and getting a favor in return. Quid pro quo. That’s all.

When classes ended you made your way back to your dorm. You stayed at the den most nights, but you weren’t sure you were willing to go back. Not yet, at least.

“So we’re really doing this?” You pulled on the hem of your sweater, while Hamish put your travel bag in the trunk of his car.

“We are really doing this. You’re sure you’re okay with it?” He risked a glance over to you.

“Yeah, anything to save you from some horny cougars.” You laughed.

“We still have to make the kissing look real,” Hamish pointed out, much to your chagrin. You knew it was just business, but it still made you nervous. Hamish bent down, pressing his lips to yours gently. Your heart pounded, as you hesitantly kissed back. He pulled away. “You’re going to have to try harder than that if you want anybody to believe it.”

“Challenging me?” You rose a brow, Midnight’s playful side coming out. He pressed his lips to yours again, this time you kissed back without hesitation. It was an empty kiss, but convincing enough.

“Shall we?” He asked when he pulled away again.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, with a nod.

“Good, let’s go.”

Hamish’s mother’s home was…nice. Not that Hamish was rich, his family certainly wasn’t, but he still held that air of dignity that made him seem like he was too good for everyone. You could definitely see where it came from now. His mother held herself in a way that could only be defined as regal when she stepped out to greet you.

“Hello, Mom,” Hamish greeted, wrapping his arm around you, “This is my girlfriend, Y/n.”

Tags: @mariishat @fandomtrashwhore @insertagoodname

[weirdchurchgirl]

we need to talk about kevin (2011)

[knights-of-saint-christopher]

My Girl ~ Curvy!Reader x Hamish Duke

The world needs more overprotective Hamish! 💕

Trigger warnings:

Violence

Sitting on the couch you curled yourself deeper into the side of your boyfriend. You and Hamish had been together for just over six months, and it was safe to say that you were utterly in love with the boy. In a sense he was perfect, intelligent, kind, funny. Some days it made you wonder why he was even with you in the first place. You heard many stories about Cassie, seen many pictures. She was beautiful, brave, and outgoing. Don’t get me wrong, so were you, but you didn’t always see it.you sighed to yourself softly as you felt Hamish run his fingers through your hair.

“Whatcha thinking about love?” Hamish hummed noticing you’ve been rather silent lately.

“Nothing really.” You replied quietly refusing to look Hamish in the eye.

“Nothing huh? You know, I can always tell when something’s bothering you…” you look up to meet his eyes, before smiling softly. You slowly reach up, lightly booping him on the nose.

“I’m fine.”

“And I’m the queen of England.” You roll your eyes at his sarcastic remark.

“Ya, you wish. Now stop worrying!” You say standing up. You felt slightly guilty for not being completely honest with Hamish, but if you told him the truth you’d only worry him further. “I have to go. I’m gonna be late for class, but I’ll see you after, ya? Say 5:30, maybe a movie night?” You suggest moving towards the door, backpack now in hand.

“A movie night sounds perfect. Have fun in class!”

“I won’t!” You yell, chuckling softly to yourself before leaving to go to class. You always enjoyed the walk from your dorm to the main campus. It was always so peaceful. During the first week of classes back in September you had found a narrow path leading into the woods. Out of curiosity you followed it and it brought you straight to the main building in half the time. From there on out the tiny little trail was your official path to class. You followed the trail, looking up in the trees, watching as birds chirped and sang, only stopping when you heard the sound of distant footsteps. It wasn’t too uncommon to find other people on the hidden path, however at this time of day (roughly 2:30) it was rather rare as most students were in classes or at work. Shrugging lightly you continued on your way paying little attention to the sound of footsteps coming closer to you. Watching the trail in front of you you notice several figures standing in front of you, all dressed in long dark blue robes, and wearing masks so haunting it gave you chills. Although the scene in front of you scared you to wits end, you really couldn’t afford to be late to class. Plus it was university, weirder shit has happened. You stopped walking a few feet before the three figures, as they were blocking your path.

“Excuse me. I have to get by.” You muttered impatiently, before trying to barge through the wall of bodies. Just as you were centimetres away from the middle figure when a puff of white powder thrown by the far left figure clouded you senses.

“What the hell!” You yell between coughs. Suddenly you notice your eyes beginning to get heavier, and the world around you began to spin. You tried to take a step back to distance yourself from the figures, but in doing so the world went dark.

You woke up with a jolt, your mind instantly bringing you back to the previous events. Opening your eyes slowly, you came face to face with one of the figures from the woods. Panic began to flood your body. You tried to move, but you were stuck. Your arms and legs bound to the table underneath you.

“Ah, your awake ms. Y/N. how nice of you to join us, and just in time for the incantation.” Although you couldn’t see the figures face, you could tell by the voice that he was a man, most likely middle aged, and judging by the fact that he stood in front of you opposed to the thirty-something other figures in the room, you concluded he was the leader.

“The what?” You squeak. Not really wanting to know what he was talking about.

“The incantation, the ritual, whatever you want to call it. We just needed a sacrifice, and here you are. Don’t worry though, your death won’t be in vain, you’ll be helping every one of us here.” The man says gesturing around the audience watching the exchange. You look around panicking. This psychopath was going to try and sacrifice you. You were gonna die, scared and alone. This thought was something you just couldn’t wrap your head around. Desperation leaked through your voice as you pleaded, trying your best to wiggle free from the restraints holding you down.

“Please! You can’t do this…. I. Let me go!” You cried.

“Hush now darling. Everything will be alright. We should begin now.” The man announced to the later to the surrounding group. Huffing sadly in defeat you stopped fighting. There was no use, escaping was near impossible. You let your thoughts wander trying to think of anything other than the ritual going on around you. You thought of your childhood, your family, Hamish… it must be past 5:30. Maybe he was still waiting for you, maybe he realized something was wrong and went looking for you. This isn’t some fantasy, this was reality, happy endings weren’t to common. You just wished you had a chance to say goodbye, tell him you loved him one last time. The man stood above you, pulling out a long silver knife from the inside of his robe. You closed your eyes not baring to look at his terrifying mask anymore. You heard him say the incantation loud and powerfully. There was a short pause before the man raised the knife over his head with every intention of driving said knife through your stomach, but he could do so, the sound of a door slamming open echoed throughout the room.

“Let her go now!” A familiar voice boomed. You looked to see Hamish standing in the door way, eyes glowing a sliver blue. His teeth grew long and sharp, and his fingernails morphed into claws. Three wolfs appeared behind, daring someone to make a move.

“Well. If it isn’t the knights of Saint Christopher, here to screw up yet another incantation. I take it she’s yours?” The man said to Hamish motioning to you. Your eyes met Hamish and for a moment you could see relief flood his features. “If you think I’m just going to give up my sacrifice then you are sorrily mistaken.”

“That’s funny… you think you have a choice. Hand her over or I swear to god I’ll rip every single one of you apart.” Hamish’s voice was filled with rage, so much so it even caused you to flinch. The Grand Master only laughter at Hamish’s attempt at intimidation. This definitely wasn’t a laughing matter for your boyfriend. He smirk to himself before whisper softly to Timber who stood beside him. You watched as Lilith’s wolf lunged towards the nearest figure. You shut your eyes quickly as you knew what was coming. Screams filled the room as Lilith ripped the member apart. The smile on the Grand Masters face dropped instantly. He motioned quickly to the other members to do something, most of which just backed away, the image of their dead friend still fresh in their minds. Greyback and Silver-beard lunged shortly after causing the hooded figures to all scatter, the Grand Master giving up not too long after. As the room cleared out, Hamish ran towards you. He quickly ripped the restraints off, before pulling you into a tight hug. You sobbed lightly into the crook of his neck, still terrified.

“Hey, it’s okay Y/N. I got you… God I’m never letting you walk alone ever again.” You pulled away from the hug, and watched as Hamish reached up to wipe the tears from your eyes. You chuckled softly knowing that he really probably wouldn’t let you walk alone ever again.

“Can we go home now?” You ask looking up at the boy in front of you. He nods quickly, before pulling up up off the table steadying you as you wobbled ever so slightly.

“Yeah. Let’s go home… you promised me a movie night. I’ll be damned if we don’t follow through.” He kissed the top of your head lightly, Before continuing to walk you out the door.

“Hey Hamish!?” You both turn around as Randall called out, standing over a body. “What do you want us to do with all these dead people?” Hamish rolled his eyes and you laughed softly at Randall’s lack of filter.

“Just leave them. Now if you’ll all excuse me I have a movie night to attend.” He announced grabbing your hand. The rest of night went by in a blur, filled with cuddles, laughter, cheesy movies, junk food, and kisses. Laying on the couch, your head resting on Hamish’s chest, for the first time in a long time you felt loved unconditionally. You knew deep down that you found your Prince Charming, your superhero, someone who would go to hell and back… just for you.

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I am so in love with Hamish Duke… like holy crap! Thank you guys sooo much for reading, and a special thank you to @crazyonesarethebest for the request.

If you have an idea for an imagine or fic (both character and ship) let me know! I will be happy to write for you.

Thanks again loves! 💕

[poppy-metal]

Just finished the Order on Netflix and all i have to say is, Hamish can get it, Randall is best boy, lilith is best girl, the knights in general are my fave squad, and excuse me but what the FUCK was that ending

[faerie-film]

what i sleep on:

what y’all sleep on:

[ourbashes]

so i did a thing