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doodle-pops · 2 years

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My Shy, Shy Kitten

Celegorm x reader

Kinktober 2022: Sixty-nine/First-Time

Request: Hi! I love your writing and your blog💕 Can I requests prompt 62 from the 3rd list with Celegorm please?

A/N: I hope I didn't make him appear OC in this, but here's everyone's favourite feral elf.

Warnings: fembod, sixty-nine, handjob, oral (m and f receiving), first-time intimacy, fingering (f receiving)

Word Count: 5k

Synopsis: A camping trip with your beloved and his dog in the wood during a full moon; what could possibly go wrong? Apparently, many (good) things.

Prompt: “I-I’ve never done this before, so I’m afraid you’d have to guide me”

Stepping out of the shared tent that Celegorm had built, you walked into the cleared area he made earlier for the bonfire. The rocks were already neatly arranged in a circle, all that was left were the firewood that your lover had insisted on fetching over an hour ago. Huan had remained at your side to keep your company since he had grown very fond of you from the first meetings and always defended you as Celegorm dished out his little bullying.

The fluffy oversized hound had floppy to the cool ground and refused to move given that the summer heat was killing you both. You could only hope that the night wouldn’t make overly hot, it was your first camping trip, and to back out on the first night because of the heat would be embarrassing – to you and not Celegorm.

Sitting criss-cross beside Huan, you threaded your fingers through his fur and listened to his purring as you observed the birds singing in the canopy. The sun was setting, casting an orange fire blazing the sky and splitting through the forest trees in its array of colours. To your left, you were able to glimpse the moon semi-visible in the blue sky, distant and round as ever, waiting patiently to glow to its fullest tonight. Celegorm had told you that tonight was a full moon, and it was going to be at its fullest and closest in years. However, his statement couldn’t help but spark a question in your heart since you’ve heard about particular creatures existing.

“Tyelko, wouldn’t there be werewolves in the forest during the full moon?”

Your question had made his neck swerve so hard, you heard about five cracks as he stared flabbergasted at you and your question, “Werewolves? Oh ho, don’t tell me my little kitten is terrified of the big bad wolf? Are you afraid of him eating you up? You do look rather appetizing my dear, and I would love to have a taste – ”

He never got to finish his teasing because you had already known from his response that it wasn’t true, and he was only teasing. He received quite the number of smacks to his head before being shoved off the sofa as he boisterously laughed. Thinking back on the memory, you let loose a few tinkering laughter and shook your head at your foolishness. Funny how silly people were when in love – the crazy things that make the time spent memorable.

“Now, now, what has you so glad kitten? It couldn’t be Huan? I told him that you were mine and off limits.” His voice was too playful, but it matched his appearance. The light forest green orbs that racked your body with every step were accompanied by a wolfy grin. Proudly showing off his spectacular canines that were revealed lastly as his grin increased from the attention. He appeared youthful and glowing, as though he was an innocent young ellon who just reached maturity.

On his shoulder, he carried a small bundle of firewood, while dragging the rest behind him. He had brought enough to keep the fire ablaze all night which eased your nerves, given that you were terrified of the creatures lurking in the dark and the dark. Kind of him to remember this and attempt to soothe your fear. Shocking, given that he was quick to jump on everyone’s fears and strike at them with it, but for you, he had never made the move to terrorize or slander you.

“Nothing really, I was just remembering my werewolf question.” You responded so shyly knowing that he was about to tease your question again.

Sliding his eyes over to you as he prepped the firewood for lighting, he snorted. His own memories about the question replayed in his head and he wanted to relive them. “Still thinking a werewolf is going to come out and devour you kitty? The only werewolf that’s doing that is me – you know that no one gets to have a bite.”

Casting his head in your direction, he gave you a lip bite followed by a wink. His antics made you squeal and hide behind your hands as you rose them to cover your blushing face. Out of all his cousins and siblings, Celegorm was the most direct, flirtatious and open about his wants and desires with shame. He always flirted with you as though you weren’t courting for more than ten months now. Little brushes of his hands in risqué areas, dangerous kisses that left you wanting more and predatory gazes which left you hot and bothered, Celegorm did them all.

“You’d probably need to season me first before eating. I might be a bit on the bland side.”

Clutching his stomach and howling in laughter, he forgot about the firewood and threw himself onto the dirt ground. Huan had followed, understanding the humour behind the joke and barked in response to its hilarity. Wiggling on the ground like a worm and wheezing, Celegorm had to give you a point, your comeback was hilarious.

“I’ll – I’ll give that one to you…kitten. I just hope I brought the right seasonings for later.”

Nightfall came faster than ever and before you knew it, you and Celegorm were lying on your stomachs at the entrance of the tent and gazing at the fire while exchanging stories. Most of his stories were compilations of his irresponsible youthful days as an apprentice under the Valar, Orome. From how he broke his bones to were his worst scars came from, he had a story for every encounter and a show to perform. You needed to have a re-enactment of his catastrophic moments no matter how far-fetched they may have appeared.

You watched on for hours, both you and Huan, feeling your eyes drooping and becoming heavy. It was rude to fall asleep in the middle of his storytelling, but when sleep was calling you had to shut it down, but lucky Celegorm was observant enough to notice this. Keeping the fire going, he helped to pull you into the tent, shutting the flaps and tying the ends, before bringing your body close to his and drawing the covers over you both. Despite his body being warm during the summer, at night, the coldness that settled in required coverings instead of his body warmth. Planting a chaste kiss on your head, he watched as you drowned yourself in sleep while he looked on.

Between dream and reality, you weren’t sure if the uncomfortable hardness pressing into your butt was an aspect of the dream world or reality. But the more you reached out to search for the discomfort, the more it grew. On natural instinct, your body moved to feel the hardness, pushing your ass further into it and rubbing it to identify to the object. It felt both hard and soft and the same time and you didn’t know of any object at the moment which felt like that.

Groaning at the discomfort, you awoke, still feeling the hardness poking into your ass. Turning was difficult since Celegorm’s grip was relentless, but you had managed to throw his overly buff arm off and wiggle away. Once you did, lifting the sheets to view what was hidden underneath didn’t reveal the object. There wasn’t a damn thing laying between you both…or there was?

The most prominent figure of the unmistakable cock from your lover was erected and visible through his trousers. Could it be that you were rubbing against his cock? You couldn’t help but flash your eyes over to see if he showed any signs of being awake to reduce embarrassment. Sitting up, you crawled closer so you could lean in to ensure that it was his cock and not something else when the deepest sensual and teasing voice echoed through the tent.

“If want a better look, I’d take my trousers off for you kitten. All you have to do is say the magic word.” There, propped on his elbow, laid your provocative lover. His eyes were a darker shade than earlier, or perhaps it was the lighting. His pupils were dilated and from your observation, you could tell that he was aroused.

“I-I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to see what was poking me in my butt. That’s all.” Waving your hands frantically like a mad woman, you wanted to make it clear that you had no intentions of being sneaky.

“Relax, I’m only teasing. Sorry about making you uncomfortable while resting, you can sleep on the other side.” His hands moved to grab the pillow and sheets to hand over so you wouldn’t need to come closer if it bothered you greatly.

“What are you going to do about that then? Can’t imagine it being comfortable.” You whispered in hush-hush secrecy as if someone was listening on the outside, though, your focus on his cock echoed your amazement.

“Might sleep it off, or leave to go into the forest to deal with it,” it was then as he spoke and turned his head to face you, he captured the look of wonder and a hint of lust as your tongue darted out to lick at your lips, “Why? Would you like to help me kitten?”

Staring at his erection and watching as it grew, when the silence struck, you snapped your eyes over to meet his hungrily gazing at you with predatory instincts embedded in his mind. He could have you right here and now, devour you like the whole world was watching and made it feel as though it was only you both. He craved a taste, your taste, but only if you allowed him – just say the words. “I'd like to, b-but I-I've never done this before, so I'm afraid you'd have to guide me.

How insanely sweet and delicate you were to him.

That was all he needed to act on his desire. Licking his lips, he lifted a finger and beckoned you over to him. In response, you threw the sheet and pillow aside and timidly crawled on your hands and knees over to him with an eager look in your starry eyes. Your innocence made him want to ravish you there and then. As you approached him, he sat up and reached out his right hand to tug you closer before trailing his fingers from the said hand up your bosom, over your hardened nipples to wrap around your neck. He listened to the little gasps and whimpers you released as his fingers grazed your buds, but his mouth ate them up as he attached his lips to yours greedily.

Controlling the kiss, his hand around your neck squeezed the sides of your windpipe making you gasp for an intake of breath. Celegorm chose to dive in once again to slip his tongue pasted your lips and wrap it skilfully around your inexperienced one. Sucking the muscle and biting your lips, he’d pull your tongue past your lips to suck on as he shifted to pull you onto his lap.

At the break in the kiss, Celegorm refused to slow the momentum and recaptured your lips in another heated kiss that made butterflies form in your heat. The build-up of your arousal was flowing into your underwear and slowly soaking the flimsy material. Celegorm knew this. In fact, if it weren’t for his predatory hunter instincts, he wouldn’t have smelt it, and he did. Growling into the kiss as your arousal waffled through the air with each kiss, his touches became rougher with every growing second.

“Tyelko, I’ve never done anything like this before – ”

“Relax kitten, I’ll guide you, and in return, you’ll be rewarded.”

Following his words, his lips dropped from yours, leaving a string of saliva between you both and attaching themselves to your neck. Making the most of the opportunity, he widened his mouth enough to sink his infamous canines into the juncture of your neck, most definitely leaving behind a large purple bruise. Sucking on the spot and slaving his tongue over the area to soothe, his teeth attached themselves to another area and so the process continued.

Celegorm found your skin sweet and addicting, like his own drug. With every bite he delivered, your nails raked themselves through his scalp, pulling and tugging his hair venom. He was enjoying the searing pain in his scalp; it forced him to become more and more animalistic as the sensation grew.

“Fuck, your skin tastes divine – did you coat yourself in honey kitten? I could just eat you up.” He spoke directly into your skin as he licked a bold stripe from the base of your neck to your ear. Once he arrived at your ear, his lips nibbled at the soft skin behind before ascending to bite at the tips and blow hot air over it. He felt you shiver and a trail of goosebumps forming.

The growing sensation of his lips on your skin caused the pool of arousal growing in your underwear to leak and dip all over his trousers. He felt the wetness as his hips moved in accordance with the receiving pleasure. Sliding his hands down to cup your round ass, he delivered slaps and pinches.

Marvelling at the firmness and weight it held, he roamed his hands across the expanse, pleased that it was finally in his hands after months of waiting. Taking his large palm, he squeezed at your globes and imagined that soon he’d have more than just his hands on them. Maintaining his grip, he used them as stability to guide your hips over his as your cunt rubbed against his straining cock.

“Ah, Tyelko…” the first cry of his name in the most pleasureful tone made him growl in rejoicing.

Removing his hands from your hips, he motioned for you to continue as he discarded his shirt and went unbuttoning your shirt. With less haste knowing that you wouldn’t be pleased if he tore your shirt to shreds, he undressed your upper body, licking his lips with every inch of skin revealed. More skin to sink his teeth into.

When all the buttons were undone, he tugged the wings of your shirt open, only to groan in frustration at the interruption from you. Your arms shot out to cover your front from his eyes, not entirely sure if you wanted him to see you naked. His mouth felt divine on your skin and sure, you would love to have it on the rest of your body, but it was nerve-wracking to have him view you naked as you were born.

“Kitten…it’s only fair if you’re in the same condition as I am. I can’t be the only one naked, now that’s just unfair.” He whined at you while he tugged on the ends of your shirt. Sounding like a kid who wasn’t getting their way, Celegorm stuck out his lower lips and trembled them in hopes of getting you to conform.

“I know, I know, but I’m just nervous. This is the first time you’re viewing me naked, it’s not everyday normality.”

“Not exactly first time princess. Remember when you were drunk and you threw up all over yourself, I was left to clean you up and well…naked you were.” Grinning at you before biting his lip, he wiggled his brows at you mischievously.

“So…so you know what I look like underneath?”

“In a sense, yes. Though it was very dark, so I only got faint outlines, but yes.”

The disappointment was written across your face at the hopes of this being your first-time naked revealment, only to have it shattered. Sighing and melting yourself into his lap, you withdrew the ends of your shirt from his hands and held it in yours. “You always know how to spoil a good moment Tyelko.”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m seeing you for the hundredth time, it’s always going to be like the first princess. So, are you going to do me the honours?” quick to shift the conversation back to the moment and not wanting to kill the mood, he danced his eyes over to your chest, hinting at the reveal.

Closing your eyes and counting to three, you refused to look him in the eye as your hands shakily pulled back your shirt to reveal your full bosom. Perky nipples standing up once the cold night’s air stuck and flushed with your arousal, Celegorm had to stop from throwing himself at your buds. Your shirt was now resting in the crook of your elbows, not yet falling to the floor.

Luckily, Celegorm noticed this and smoothly slid his hands along your arms to push the material off. Once it fell to the floor, you would have expected him to relatch his mouth upon your skin but instead, his hand gripped your chin and guided your mouth back to his.

“Kiss me first dove.”

Reclaiming your lips in a softer kiss, overly soft from his earlier aggression, you realized that he was aware of your obvious nerves. If you were going to openly engage in a serious act with him, he wanted you to be as relaxed as possible. Feeling his calloused hand travelling your back, mapping out the area as he kisses you slower, you shivered under his touch. His hand were warm and left goosebumps everywhere they landed. His other hand which held your chin moved to cup your neck, tilting it to the side to give him access to your neck once again. His hot tongue over the cooled area made you mewl at the contact. On instinct, your hips shifted over his cock, emitting a groan from him as well.

“Just like that, you’re doing so well.” His voice was heavy with lust but still left room for appraisal.

Your lashes flutter as his lips descended on your skin, while your hips regained momentum to continue grinding against his cock. His textured tongue brushed the tip of your bud before he wrapped his lips around it. Sucking and tugging at the flesh as if water from the heavens would come pouring out, you threw your head back at the oncoming pleasure building up in your slower region. Switching from different breasts, as one had his mouth occupied, the other gained his hand – biting at the flesh and sucking as though it was his holy grail.

“Ah, feels so good Tyelko.” With your head tossed back, you released a loud moan at the pleasure he delivered so well. Chuckling at your response, the vibrations were sent through your body prompting you to gasp.

Hips pumping rutting furiously against each other, the groans and grunts of your ongoing promiscuous late-night activities echoed through the forest nearby, and poor Huan had to nap elsewhere.

Forcing himself to pull his mouth off your breast, his hands eagerly travelled lower to the waistband of your trousers. Ready to untie your laced, he froze when he realized his hastiness. “May I?”

Removing yourself from his clutches, you clambered off his lap with deer legs and stood before him with your hands on your laces, untying them. Celegorm smirked and licks his lips anticipating the final reveal of your naked form. He felt as though you were fairly giving him a performance like he gave to you earlier on. Once your hands and dipped into the sides of your trousers to push the material off, you chose to look past Celegorm while he eyed your pants slithering past your skin and falling to the floor. The way his eyes roamed your skin made you want to cower like prey. The look of hunger in his green orbs, it also made you feel desired and wanted – great power was felt in your chest at the revelation.

“Well, it’s only fair that I also remove mine as well, ay kitten.” He spoke as he moved to tower over you with eager hands untying his trousers and dropping them to the floor with great ease.

The muscles that littered his fine body gave cause to have your mouth drooling. Battle scars adorned his skin and gave it a marbled appearance. You couldn’t help but step closer to stretch out your hand and outline his skin and watched as he shivered under your touch. Trailing across his pectorals, your fingers grazed his nipples and trailed their way down his ripped stomach. Feeling him clenching his abs and breathing increase as your hands got closer to where he wanted you most, you stopped at his pelvis to trace his indents before dropping your hands and looking up at him.

“Why stop? You were doing fine.”

“I don’t know how to…”

“Watch and repeat princess.”

Lifting his hand to his cock, you watched as his hand swiped at the tip to collect his precum before smearing it across his length. Then, without any build-up, his hands glided across his length with haste and desperation. Flicking his wrist expertly as he had done numerously, he kept his gaze locked on you, biting and gnawing at his lips.

Locking his predatory gaze with your prey-like ones, he felt more of his arousal leaking from his tip from his special spectator. Your eyes were glued to his hand fluid hand motion as he pumped himself and demonstrated what he wanted you to do. Your tongue couldn’t help but dart out as if you were hoping his leaking tip would fall into your mouth. You’ve heard of women pleasuring their lovers by placing their mouths on their nether regions, and you wondered if he’d let you try.

Smirking at your innocence, he took your dainty hands in his other hand and tugged you closer to his body till you felt the heat radiating. Guiding your hands to where his cock stood, mighty and tall, girthy and veiny, he wrapped your slender fingers around his thick cock. Sighing at the feeling of another hand on his cock, he clasped his hand with yours and assisted you with jerking him off. The sensation felt weird but seeing how wrapped up in the pleasure your lover was experiencing, you pushed the thoughts aside and continued. Your hand barely covered his girth and required the help of your other.

Twisting and squeezing his cock, you watched as he threw his head back and allowed for his silver silky strands to cascade down his back. The veins in his neck became prominent and twitched with every moan ripping from his throat. It was something you realized, he wasn’t holding back with his noises, he wanted you to know how well you were pleasuring him, how phenomenal he was feeling.

Still keeping your hands on his cock, you attempted to act on your earlier thoughts. Bending to your knees and maintaining your rhythm, you excitedly leaned into his cock and flicked your tongue out to sample his tip which caught Celegorm off guard. Before he was able to say something about your actions, he was cut off as your warm, wet cavern enveloped his cock and dribbled on all of him.

“Oh fuck, kitten,” his hand shot out to grip a handful of your hair as he shouted, “I didn’t know you were so eager. Best we speed things up. Come.”

Releasing your hair, he moved to grip your shoulders as he laid himself on his back and pulled you to lie atop him, this time, he positioned you to face his cock and your cunt now rested above his face. You could feel his hot breath hovering over your heat, and you knew he was licking his lips impatiently wanting to dive in. “This way, we both get the best of both worlds sweetheart.”

Those were his last words before he planted his face directly in your cunt, licking a bold strip from your clit to your rim. Swirling the bud around his tongue and nipping at it, he attached his lips to your clit to suck the life out of it. Feeling you jerk in his hold; his arms rose to hold your waist. Tantalizing licks from your entrance to your clit, you felt his tongue dancing around your entrance before dipping into thrust. Collecting all your juices on his tongue and drinking them up, you heard him moan as his face was buried in your cunt.

On the other end, you were attempting to focus your attention on his cock, but given his professionalism in the area of pleasure, you found it hard to return. Your grip on his cock was tightening with every lick and with the growing fire in your abdomen, you fought to catch yourself and give your attention to his unattended cock. Straining and desperate for some comfort, his cock stood angrily as it awaited the return of your mouth.

Taking your time to fit him in, you barely got far given his remarkable girth that filled your mouth to the maximum, but where your mouth didn’t fit, your hands covered. Bobbing your head along his girthy cock, you strained your ear to listen to his grunts as you sucked him off. Slobbering on his cock and making a mess, Celegorm felt your drool running down his cock and decided to provide his own assistance. Planting his feet on the ground, without warning, he gave a slow thrust into your mouth to alert you of his change in pace.

“Relax your mouth love, hollow your cheeks for me.” his commanded before he dived back into your cunt and began the motion of his hips.

Starting off with slow thrusts so you could get the hang of it, his thrusts gradually increased and the only sounds that you heard throughout the small spacing were your moans and grunts along with slurping and gurgling. Celegorm’s thrusts were a warning of what was to come later and how relentless he was. There were times he forgot that you had to breathe and continued to thrust making you gag, a sound he enjoyed, so you would have to pull away to catch your breath before returning.

You could feel the fire in your abdomen building, the tower forever rising, threatening to burst from the vicious tongue action on the other end. Toes curled and your brain lagged as a finger entered you while his lips were attached to your clit, when it began thrusting, you lost it. The roughness of his finger was the perfect texture to glide past your gummy walls. Thick and it filled you up nicely, maybe not as nice as his cock would, but it filled you up well. It didn’t take long to feel the nudging of a second finger wiggling its way beside the first and soon, thrusting into your cunt.

“Oh fuck, Tyelko…ngghh.” He was enjoying all the cries you made, especially when his names slipped past your ever-so-sweet lips. He wanted to eat up all the sounds you were making.

Speeding up his ministrations, he curled his fingers to aim for your sweet spot right off the bat. Ripping another shriek from your throat, he knew had found it and pushed your limit to abuse your spot. Holding your body in his vice grip of an arm, he thrust his fingers alongside the flicking of his tongue. A deadly combo from the most skilled and deadliest hunter of them all, Celegorm was going in for the kill. Shaking his head and running his tongue along your entrance, he slipped his tongue in and thrust all three synchronously, never allowing you to feel empty.

His skills were unmatched and unchallenged. Your poor brain couldn't find the time to question his upper hand at the experience he so proudly demonstrated. The synchronized thrusts of his hips along his tongue and fingers were baffling as they provided the right amount of contentment. Your body arched and wiggled hopelessly, but couldn't get a inch of relief from his titanium grip. His embrace spoke volumes just like his deadly tongue and finger punching the wind out your chest. A toss of his head left and head expertly rolled his tongue in places untouched. In and out, up and down, his tongue and fingers rode you like a rogue wave and left you drifting in the currents, deeply being tugged around further and further into regions unknown.

His hips worked tirelessly to achieve stimulation, forgetting at times you required air like any ordinary person. Where is pleasure was concerned, Celegorm made no mistake in achieving the maximum. The way his length would travel down your throat, swelling your mouth with his tremendous girth was a tight fit for him. Your mouth squeezed him as though it were your cunt. A sacred temple he craved to enter and release his ravenous intentions upon. The longer he remained down your throat, the more punishing the situation felt. Celegorm just wanted that extra fiery warmth.

Fighting to escape the on slaughter as the fire reached its peak, you fought tooth and claw to crawl out of Celegorm’s embrace but the silver head male wasn’t having it. With a few more flicks and thrusts, he was soon rewarded with your released spraying all over his face. Greedily diving in to drink all that you had to offer, he slurped your essence as if it were nectar from the Gods. He didn’t care if he sent you into oversensitivity, he wanted to drink everything you had.

“T-Tyelko, too much, p-please.” Whining out to him to ease you up was the only thing to break his concentration.

“Sorry kitten, you just tasted so fucking good, I had to have more,” he spoke humorously as he released his hold around your waist and rolled you off him to lie on your back.

Shifting to lie beside you, he observed your heaving chest and the look of resounding pleasure registered upon your face. His pride was swelling at the knowing greatness he achieved, but he was far from finished, not when your body received only a fraction of the pleasure he had to offer. Furthermore, you had agreed to assist him with his problem, and it was far from solved, more work was required.

Trailing a finger daintily upward your skin, felt the trembling and shivers still racking your sweat-covered body. When he decided that he had waited for enough, he moved to kneel between your legs and propped either around his waist which caught your attention.

“Tyelko, w-what are you doing? I thought we were finished.”

“Finished? My sweet little bunny, this wolf is far from satisfied – I’m famished – besides, you still hadn’t dealt with my problem.” Kissing you teasingly on your lips as he spoke, he dipped his hand to run his cock up and down your cunt, collecting your juices and enjoying your shivering.

“W-What are we going to do now?”

“Now, you’re going to really help me, and I’m going to devour you in return.”

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nobody7102 · 1 year

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Bella, the Rhett x cottagecore!wifey!reader thoughts have just started to bite and I think I have a good one (lol).

Rhett loves walking with you on the property, seeing the skirts of your homemade dresses brushing against your knees. He loves seeing the way your face scrunches up in a laugh when you walk in the grass or the mud.

There's an old tree on the property that his great-great grandfather planted when the land was first settled in the 1880s. The big, huge oak is your favorite reading spot because in the summer it's nice and shady.

Sometimes he'll come to you while your near the pasture with a baby lamb, goat or piglet who was the runt of the litter and just desperately wants to snuggle. You even taught him how to feed baby rabbits, chipmunks, squirrels and birds if the nests have been abandoned.

There's tons of watercolor paintings you've done of the plants and animals on the property that are hanging up in the halls. You even added them into your herbal medicine book down in the kitchen. Rhett's also been known to go foraging with you on his downtime to look for wild berries, edible plants and mushrooms. Sometimes he'll come into the kitchen when you're making stuff for medicine and he'll just take in the scent as the sunshine's pouring in through the kitchen windows.

One night you're laying asleep with the windows open, just listening to the peepers outside while the warm breeze is blowing in through the windows. You make your way down the hall to the room at the end to find Rhett sitting in the creaky old rocker that Royal's grandfather made in the 1920s, your new baby boy snuggled against him under the blue and white knit blanket. Rhett's singing your son back to sleep after he woke in the middle of the night, just gently rocking him in his arms before the two of you finally go back to your shared room.

The very next day, Rhett wakes up to the sun spilling through the windows and the birds singing outside. Your son is asleep in the cot next to the bed while you wake with your fingers gently trailing along his jaw.

It's the weekend Bella and the yearning is in full swing (lol).

MARY AHHHHH THIS IS SUCH A MOOD!!!!

#lewis pullman #lewis pullman imagine #lewis pullman x reader #rhett abbott #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x reader #outer range x reader #outer range imagine #outer range

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sacredsnape · 2 years

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some sev headcanons cos i'm bored :p

he collects things such as rocks, feathers, flower petals, and any other small and unique items that he can get his hands on. he keeps them all on a shelf in his bedroom at home

he has ocd and often has disturbing, intrusive thoughts that keep him up at night

to cope and distract himself from these thoughts, he reads or writes poems until his head clears and he can fall asleep

he's non binary & demisexual and uses he/him and he/they pronouns, often fluctuating between both sets of pronouns

he won't admit it, but he has a soft spot for gardening. he loves sneaking down to the hogwarts gardens and tend to the plants there while no one is watching. professor sprout caught him once and he begged her not to tell anyone, but she honestly found his knack for gardening quite endearing

he loves to wake up early in the morning to go sit down by the lake to listen to the birds chirping. he loves the early morning smell and the dewiness of the grass

he has a horrible sleep schedule since he stays up patrolling the castle or reading and writing. sometimes during his patrols, he'll stop by a window and gaze out at the stars and moon

when he can, he sleeps in for a few hours before getting up and taking a walk outside, singing a song he heard on the muggle radio once to himself

he loves classical music and jazz, along with visiting art museums and going to plays

he busies himself with experimenting with new potion ingredients, which sometimes results in him gaining some sort of injury. madam pomfrey tends to him and snape is a bit needier than he'd like to admit, calling her over often to check on his injuries to see if they were doing any better

unbeknownst to many, he is a loving person who just wants someone to love and cherish him. he puts on a tough and mean exterior to hide this part of him

whenever he's stressed, he likes to make himself beaded bracelets and necklaces. he keeps his bracelets hidden under the long sleeves of his coat and the necklaces hidden under the high collar of his coat

he has a bat tattoo on his right shoulder, a crown tattoo on his outer left thigh, and a tiny black cat tattoo behind his left ear

he likes to wear his hair up in a ponytail or man bun when he's alone

he's fluent in latin, french, and spanish. he wants to learn hebrew or japanese next

he doesn't like a lot of sweet things, but when he does, he indulges in butterbeer, ice cream, and cookies

he despises mint chocolate chip ice cream but loves raspberry chip ice cream and vanilla ice cream

he enjoys both tea and coffee and is okay with either iced or hot

his love language is physical touch, quality time, and acts of service

when he likes someone, he's very subtle about his feelings and doesn't make a move until the person shows signs of liking him back

he's a passionate lover who'd die (no pun intended) for his lover and do anything for them

he only wants one kid, maybe two. he wants to give his kid(s) the life he never had, and spoils them rotten and makes sure that they're always happy and safe

he is a big advocate for mental health, women's rights, and other important movements/causes

his animagus form is a bat

his favorite holiday is halloween, since he's able to turn into a bat and fly around the hogwarts grounds with ease. sometimes he'll even blend in with the bats that flutter around the great hall during the halloween feast

he likes to paint his nails black but if he's feeling confident or wants a pop of color, he'll paint them green, silver, or even a bright blue

he either smells like vanilla, old books, rain, or cinnamon

#severus snape #snape content #snape love #snape imagines #snape one shot #professor snape #snape fanart #snape fanfiction #snape fic #hogwarts #snape headcanon #anti snaters #pro severus snape #pro snape #snape defense

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nancypullen · 1 year

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Thursday Night

The mister has gone out to take some night photos of possibly creepy places, so I’m at home watching Dateline. I made big salads for dinner and then we ate coconut ice cream bars. Those two sentences sum up our Thursday night. This is retirement, folks. I actually spent a good fifteen minutes watching the sprinkler today. A couple of weeks ago we raked up the three inch layer of small landscape rocks that the previous owners used for their fire pit. It was right off of the patio, they hadn’t used any sort of weed cloth or barrier, and it was an awful, messy, weedy spot. Once we got the rocks up, Mickey spread some dirt and grass seed and now we’re babying that little patch to make sure the grass grows. That’s why I spent fifteen minutes watching the sprinkler today - that actually sounds better than I was watching grass grow. I’ve been foofing up my little spot on the porch. It’s quickly becoming my favorite hangout. It’s shaded, hidden from the street, and has views of all the gardens. I found a cheap metal table that was sort of an ugly putty color, and painted it white and red.

I slapped a placemat on it and then added a little pot of lobelia.

Presto change-o!

You know how much I love red gingham. If I can squeeze it in anywhere, I will. So I did.

That wreath may need a birdie on it or something. I need a second pillow too. Maybe a pale green with roses?

Eh, maybe not. I’ll dig around and see what I’ve got and go from there. Probably should have used red flowers in that pot, but lobelia is what I had. This is all subject to change but it’s a nice space for now. I love sitting out here in the morning, listening to the birds and contemplating the day. What’s that poem about birds singing despite the world being a wreck? I can’t think of it, but I appreciate their songs in a world gone mad. We thought about driving over to Rehobeth Beach this week, it’s only about 45 minutes away and there’s a mile-long boardwalk where we could have lunch and check things out. The days got away from us and tomorrow is supposed to be rainy, maybe next week. We did snag tickets to see/hear David Sedaris at the BrowseAbout Bookstore there at the end of May. That’ll be fun. He’s always entertaining. Aside from watching grass grow and painting anything that doesn’t run away from me, It’s just been cooking and cleaning. We did run a couple of errands earlier this week and made a pit stop at the Ridgely Pharmacy lunch counter for a sandwich. They have the best chicken salad in three counties. I finally worked my way through the delicious crabs our neighbor brought over. I used the last bit for breakfast. A toasted sandwich thin, a mound of crab, a little gouda and a generous sprinkle of Old Bay made my mouth very happy.

I don’t normally eat breakfast, but I’ll make an exception for crab.

I’m itching to get into my craft room and do something creative. I’m overdue. I’m hoping that tomorrow’s rain will give me the time at my desk that I’m craving. I haven’t touched clay or even paper for over a month. I get cranky when I don’t have that time. Mickey moved my cabinet into place for me and I put my Cricut on top which frees up loads more work space for me. I mostly use the Cricut to cut out my dead people, and I need to commune with them soon.

It’s a perfect fit for the space and the storage is wonderful. It’s calling to me. Pray for rain so I can play inside.

This blog post is a discombobulated bunch of nonsense. No one wants to read this boring stuff. I started this little corner of the web back in 2007. Can you believe it? It used to be a hoot. I had great material - kids, animals, my job in the school system. My stint with Clinique was blog-worthy too. The many, many years where I was on my own while the mister traveled every week - I got up to all sorts of hijinks that were worth writing about on Tumblr. Now we’re just a couple of old fogies who think it’s a big deal to stop for a chicken salad sandwich. Help. I’m five months from turning 60 and I want my life to be funny again. I’m staying busy making this house our own, but if I buy much more spray paint I’m sure I’ll be on some sort of DEA watchlist. If we’d moved somewhere that I could go to water aerobics or craft fairs, I’d have made friends by now and had some adventures. We’re almost at the one year anniversary of our move here and I’m still counting my once-a-week grocery haul as an outing. Help. I have no girlfriends to talk to (I just offended the cats by saying that), no one to meet for lunch. Where are the fun ladies of Denton? There’s no jazzercise or Zumba classes, where am I supposed to meet my people? The nicest person (and the most fun person) I’ve met so far is the program director for the Caroline County Arts Council. She’s an absolute delight. But she’s also very young and is busy with a young person’s life. I’m looking for someone with some mileage who knows how to talk about perennials and peri-menopause. Who am I kidding? Full blown menopause, I just liked the alliteration with perennials. So there you have it, I’m home alone and watching Dateline, missing my sweet friends, and thinking that I’d better go take a bubble bath and lose myself in a good book. Tomorrow I hope I wake up to rain and spend my day creating some silliness. Maybe even something worth sharing here! Until then, stay safe, stay well, and take good care. XOXO,

Nancy

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milky04moo · 2 years

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Expanding the Family~ J.T

prompt:‘ I think we should have another’

word count: 650

Jason was an amazing dad and you knew he would be right from the start even despite his nightly activities which you were well aware of. He tried his best to keep you and your daughter away from it all, only bringing you into it when he really needed to be patched up and was closer to your apartment than the manor.

Your daughter was a spitting image of him from the striking blue eyes to her jet black hair though Jason would argue that she got your stubborn attitude which you couldn't argue with as she definitely did. She loved to listen to him read whatever book he was reading, you were sure she didn't quite understand everything he said but just loved spending the time with him and he loved spending time with her. However when they were together and they were silent it almost always meant that they were up to no good probably planning something against you.

Sometimes when Jason was violently woken up from his sleep early in the morning due to his nightmares he would go and find his partner in crime who was sometimes awake depending on the time he would go and read to her. However when she was asleep he would sit in the small rocking chair in her room just making sure she was fine, occasionally he would wake her walking through her room which would end in him snuggling in bed with her or reading her back to sleep. Either way you would usually find him with her in the mornings.

However, this morning was different. For once Jason didn't leave to seek her out during the night and he stayed close to you which you were grateful for. Everything was peaceful until a small voice broke you out of your slumber.

‘Mamma’ she spoke, shaking you awake.

‘What's up baby?’ you whispered slowly, opening your eyes to see your daughter standing before you clutching her teddy.

‘I had a bad dream’ she sniffled

‘Oh baby come here’ you opened your arms letting her up onto the bed trying not to wake Jason up in the process.

She gladly accepted your invitation, snuggling into your arms and quickly falling back to sleep. What you hadn't realised was that your attempt to not wake Jason had failed, only realising he was awake when he shuffled closer to you.

‘She ok?’ he questioned quietly as to not wake up the sleeping child in your arms.

‘She had a nightmare but she's ok. She went straight to sleep.’ you explained.

The three of you laid together for a while until she woke up again. She woke with a groggy yawn before climbing over you towards her father.

‘Morning dada’ she grumbled snuggling into him.

‘Morning baby bird.’ he smiled pulling her closer ‘how about we go and make some breakfast huh?’ he proposed.

This peaked her interest as her little head popped up a big smile playing on her face.

‘Blueberry pancakes?’ she asked hopefully making both Jay and you laugh.

‘I think that can be arranged. Come on, let's go.’ he said, getting up, pulling her with him and setting off to the kitchen.

You get somewhat ready for the day before heading out to see what trouble they were getting into. As you made your way into the kitchen you saw your daughter tucking into her pancakes singing away to the music playing away from the alexa. You grabbed your plate of pancakes sitting down in your place next to her. Jason joined you as you watch your daughter give you a whole dance routine to the song playing making you laugh.

‘I think we should have another’ you said quietly, making Jason turn to you with a smile present on his face.

‘Really?’ he asked eagerly and you nodded.

He rushed towards you pulling you into a hug.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #dc imagine #drabble #imagine #batfam imagine #batman imagine #milky04moo

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violet-olav · 3 years

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Random relationship headcannon with Hawks

There is no order in this, is just my thoughts about you and Hawks in a relationship. Sorry for any errors

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★ First of all, birds all loyal and scientific studies shows that they live longer if they choose ~and love~ their mate. So no, no cheating, no Hawks flirting with every sing moving thing.

★Birds mate for live. So yeah, he was a virgin in every way, he was waiting for the right person and you came in and URGH just rock his world upsidedown.

★With that out of the way, Hawks is a very caring boyfriend. He's hero working is during the day so is tend to spend the nights with you ~when is not doing his undercover job~

★He's always singing and humming through the house.

★Even if is not spring he always bring you little stuff to you. Things that made him think of you. Since a nice ring he saw in the store to a flower to a pice of paper of the candy he ate ~dont worry, he brought the candy for you too~

★Speaking of Spring, different from most of you think he's not a sexy manic. This time is more about conquer you than the nsfw thing. So during this time he sing more, bring you more stuff, made a nest in your bed. Anything to make you love him ~even if you're together already~

★Dont get me wrong he will fuck you to the moon when he has a chance, but the spring is more than that

★Because of his wings he sleeps on he's stomach or side ways. Even if he used all of his feathers the place where they grow is always kind sore so this is the only way he can sleep.

★He ALWAYS sleep with one hand at your waist and one of his wings on top of you as a blanket. ~dont worry is not that heavy~

★He sleeps near the window and with that same window open, no discussion, just in case anyone is stupid enough to attack he has a easy route to scape with you.

★He is a morning person, like in 4 to 5 am he's already awake. He's NEVER intend to wake you up to, but he's starting to do things in the house and that wakes you up.

★He is very protective over you, begging for you to only walk through the places where he's watching over OR where one of his hero friends are patrolling.

★He LOVES receiving little texts from you though the day, even if he doesn't answer then all the time, he loves to know what are you doing, what are you eating. And if you don't send his daily dose of texts he's get worry.

★He WILL NOT tell you his real name. Not because he doesn't trust you, but because he doesn't like what that name represent ~A son of a killer~ no no no no he likes Hawks better ~the hero who protects you~

★You guys rarely fight. When something is wrong you both just sit and talk to eachother.

★But sometimes shit goes down. Most of time the big flights happen over the silly things ever. Like you step over his feathers that are ALL over the place. You complain that he arrive early than you ~really rare occasions~ and just didn't do anything or order nothing.

★But you guys NEVER going to bed mad with one another. In his line of work he can't live things unresolved special when he can be killed anytime.

★His kisses are sloppy, but with full love. He keep his and around your waist or when you pull your hand on his chest he likes to hold you hand. But his wings will ALWAYS surrond you both, like you guys are in your on little world.

★Everytime you guys sit side to side he always find a way to make you closer to him, most of the time are unconscious, like he has to keep his hand in you.

★ He LOVES when you sit on his lap, just doing random things like: you reading a book, listen to music, scrolling through your phone, anything at all just do it in his lap.

★When he hugs you he likes to snuggle into your neck trying to memorize your scent in his soul

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Suggesting and opinions are always welcome.

#bnha #mha fanfiction #mha #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #mha headcanons #mha hawks #Hawks #hawks x reader #boku no hero academia hawks #hawks headcanons #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #my hero academia #boku no hero #bnha x reader

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disasterofastory · 3 years

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Newlyweds Part 1 (Uhtred x Reader

Newlyweds Part 1 Uhtred x Reader Warnings: none

Y/N is married to the Dane slayer, and she needs to find her place in her new life.

You heard about him from villagers and warriors. They said Father Beocca baptized him, but the water started boiling, and the God rejected him and his false faith. The servants told you he is tall and muscled. Some of them gushed about his handsome face and long hair, while the others spoke about his monstrous form and savage behavior. People whispered about his heathen way of fighting. He breaks skulls and burns villages without a second thought. He slays Danes, but his soul belongs to them.

You heard about your fate before you met him. The King told you about your duty as a noble man’s daughter. He made sure you understand your role as a link to strengthen the relationship between the Christians and the Dane slayer. You have to make sure if it comes to that point, he choices you, and more importantly, God before his false ways. After your talk with the King, your shoulders felt heavy and rigid. How could you manipulate a monster? How could you live with one?

The wedding was small and fast. Nobody cared about your dreams and wants. They gave you a pretty dress to say your vows beside the man who became your husband in half an hour. Your hands trembled, and your stomach was in knots, hearing his voice and feeling his gaze on you. You didn’t even dare to look up at him more than a moment, and it was not enough to see his face. You only saw his smile, and it didn’t calm your nerves. As the priest talked about God and union, you wanted to dig a hole under you to hide from the man next to you and from everyone else. Everybody waited for something from you, but you couldn’t do anything from your racing heart and pumping blood in your veins.

When the ceremony was over, nobody asked you what you wished. The servants helped you change your clothes and made sure you are ready for the journey ahead of you. The Dane slayer wanted to go home sooner, the better. You were happy about it for a little while because it gave you the chance to put off your wedding night until you heard servants talking about him and his way with you in front of his men. You needed all of your strength not to vomit all over your clothes. The only thing that reassured you is Father Beocca’s company. You wanted to believe with all the fibers in your body, that Uhtred wouldn't do anything to you in front of a priest.

Your Dane husband gave you a brown stallion as a gift you can use on your journey. The horse is beautiful and calm as you pet down on his muscled neck. He muzzles your palm for more apples, and you give him one more as Uhtred’s man saddles him. You use the horse as a shield from the tall, interesting accented man. “He is ready, Lady,” he tells you, smiling. “Are you need help?” He asks, nodding to the saddle. “No, thank you,” you answer, grabbing the reins to give you some support as you place one of your legs into the stirrup. With a big bounce, you hop on the saddle while the horse still munches on the apple you gave him. You lead the horse out of the barn next to the priest. His hoofs knock on the stony road, and your bags pumps to your calf. “Are you ready, Lady?” Father Beocca asks you with a gentle smile. “As I can be,” you answer with a deep breath. You look over to your parents. Your father is proud. He couldn’t imagine a more honorable thing for you to do than serve your King and your God. Your mother, on the other hand, seems worried. Her eyes are reddish, and she tries to force a smile on her lips, but you know the way things go. You saw it millions of times with other families. She will be worried for a few days, but soon she will be too busy to think about you besides your younger siblings. She has her own duties, and you can’t blame her. Your gaze jumps up to your husband, who stops his horse next to you. Your fingers around the reins become more interesting. You let your hair fall before your face to hide you from his curious stare. “If everything is ready, we can go,” he says loud and clear so everyone can hear him. He rides forward to lead the way while Father Beocca stays next to you on his horse. Soon the two men, the Dane and the Irishman join the line before you. The horse rocks you slowly as you move along with them. “Everything will be fine, Lady,” Osferth says to you with a gentle smile when you look back to see the slowly disappearing city behind the woods. You smile back at him, but the corner of your lips trembles, and you turn back to your saddle. You focus on the quiet noises as the horses’ hooves walk on the path and birds sing between the branches. You hear the three men speaking before you, but you don’t listen to their words. The only way you know the time goes because the sun shines in different ankles above the trees. Your legs become numb, but you say nothing. The only thing you need is them thinking you are nothing just a spoiled girl. If they want to reach Coccham with one ride, so be it. You won’t be the one who stops them.

Of course, it’s not the case.

When you get out of the forest, the sun is orange, and the air is colder than a few hours before. “We will sleep here,” Uhtred says, getting off of the horse, and the others follow his movements. You only can hope your legs don’t give up under you as you jump onto the ground. You adjust the reins on your horse to lead it. You tie it on a branch, looking up to the Irishman who is busy with the others’ horses. “I take care of them,” you tell him. “I’m sure you have other things to do.” “It’s not necessary, Lady,” he smiles at your offer, but you are too stubborn to give up. You don’t want to sit and do nothing while the others are busy making camp for the night. “I insist,” you answer. “I want to be useful.” “You know where the river is?” He asks you, still not sure about your offer. “Yes, I saw it,” you nod, and after a few moments, he smiles, giving you buckets. You are grateful the river is a few steps away behind the trees, seeing the three buckets. You make fast rounds with them and feed the horses. When you think they are done, you make one more round to fill the buckets, so they have water for a while before somebody comes to check on them. “You shouldn’t have done it,” Uhtred says behind you, and you jump from his voice. “What?” You ask him, starting to think over everything you have done. “The horses,” he says, smiling. “Finan is capable of taking care of them.” “As I am,” you answer stubbornly. “Come, eat,” he smiles, nodding to the camp where the others already sit and wait for the food. The short walk to the campfire is awkward. You feel Uhtred's gaze on you the whole time, but he stays silent, and you don’t want to change it. When you reach the others, you sit down next to the priest who gives you a bowl of soup. “Thank you,” you smile at him.

Uhtred wants to be careful and gentle around you. He knows it was not your choice, and you still think of him as a monster. A man who kills Danes while he is a Dane himself. He glanced at you from time to time during their travels. You were deep in your thoughts, but he caught a glimpse of your smile when you answered Father Beocca. Your voice was quiet, and your whole body was rigid on the horse, but he saw the anger and stubbornness in your eyes. He wanted to talk to you, get to know you better before you arrive at your new home, but he found it better if he gave you the chance to feel more comfortable at Beocca’s company.

“She wanted to take care of the horses,” Finan answers at his unspoken question. He looks over the Irishman’s shoulder, seeing you with buckets. Your face is focused on putting water in front of the animals and giving some fruits to others. “She is… nice?” Sihtric says uncertainly. He knows his Lord was unhappy about the King’s decision, but he knows his Lord can be convinced with a pretty face. And you are pretty. Timid for now, but definitely pretty. He has a chance to talk to you a few words before you join the others around the fire, but as you reach them, you escape from his presence. He sits down in front of you with a slight smirk when you look up from your soup, and your gazes meet. The light from the fire illuminates your features. Your eyelashes seem longer, and your lips are red from the warm soup. Your braided hair is messy after the long riding and your cheeks tinted with pink from his staring. He talks with his men, but he can’t help himself but listen to your conversation with the Baby Monk. Your voice is gentle, and you even let a small laugh out of your lips when Beocca says something. “Who is the first watch?” Uhtred asks after a while. He looks over to his men, and he sees the tiredness in their eyes. “I can do it,” you answer, surprising everyone. “We need warrior,” Uhtred answers with a smirk, and it makes you angry. “I can scream,” you answer, holding his gaze. He thinks you want to prove yourself, and he isn’t totally wrong about it, but your motivation more of self-defense. If you stay awake, and he goes to sleep, you don’t have to face him whatever he wants. “Wake me up, if you are too tired,” Uhtred tells you, and you nod.

The camp becomes quiet as the others turn on their sides to get some sleep. Finan starts to snore, but it’s not enough to suppress the noises from the woods. The air is cold around you, but the fire behind you gives you some warmth as you lean back to your arms, looking out of the darkness. Uhtred doesn’t seem so horrible. At least not yet. He is fair with his men, and aside from the jokes, respectful with Beocca. You two didn’t talk much, but he wasn’t rude to you. Of course, it can change. You don’t know how he will act without the others around you, but for now, you can only hope. The hours go by without you noticing. Your back hurts from sitting, and you could sleep, but… let’s be honest, you don’t dare to wake up the man lay not far from you. You stared at him a few times since he fell asleep. His brown hair is really long, as the others said but doesn’t look like a monster. He is tall and robust. He wears Dane clothes, but there is something boyish in his eyes when he says something outrageous, and he knows he will upset Beocca with it. He stirs under your watch, and your gaze jumps back to the dark forest. “You should have woken me up,” he croaks sleepily, moving up from his makeshift bed. “I’m fine,” you tell him. Your heartbeat speeds up, and your body becomes rigid as he sits down next to you. “Go to sleep,” he says. He thought about saying something else, he could talk with you now, but he sees your sleepy expression. “I can stay awake if you are too tired,” you offer him. “No,” he replies. “Go to my bed,” he orders. “It’s already warm.” “Thanks,” you murmur, getting up from your place. The fire is warmer as you get closer, and he was right. His bed is already warm from his body, and you can’t help yourself but sigh as you lay down on the pelts and wrap another one around you. For a few moments, you just stare before you, feeling his eyes on you. You take a deep breath, looking up at him, and you turn around so that your face doesn't burn under his gaze.

#uhtred x reader #uhtred x you #uhtred ragnarsson imagine #uhtred imagine #the last kingdom imagine #the last kingdom x reader

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positivityfortoday · 3 years

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☀ PositivityForToday’s 10K Celebration ☀

There are SO many things worth living for and reasons to smile and be happy! With the help of my lovely followers/friends, I have compiled a list of 1,000 things that make people happy, for my 10,000 amazing followers! Hopefully, this list is able to help you, make you feel better, or give you a reason to smile today!

☀ 1,000 Happy Things ☀

Seeing cows while driving

Moss on really old fallen trees

Seeing a lil baby you don't know in public, and they smile at you!!!

Parents doing their kids hair or just people doing someone they care about’s hair

Really ragged old and well-loved stuffed animals

When the dandelions start blooming

Spring blossom

Daffodils

Bluebells

Sharks

When you're sitting outside your house or something and people passing by wave and say hi

That feeling in the summer when you have your window open and you're listening to your favorite music

When someone does a hobby just because they enjoy it even if they aren't the best at it

Comfort shows and books

People speaking their native languages

When my brother gets something to eat and always gets me something he knows I like

When I finish a crossword

When I see something that reminds me of someone I care about

Paintings

My best friend (I love her so much shhhh don't tell her)

My dog! I love him

My little sisters! Adorable, creative, and very witty. I love them

Music! I get the happy shaky feelings and just,,, y e a h/listening to songs

Singing! Especially for band practice!

Sunlight beams in the morning

The moon

Eagles

That feeling when you’re with friends and you’re all laughing so loudly, and you just feel complete

Talking to my favorite people/talking to my best friend

Sunrises and sunsets

Seeing the stars

Cats

Butterflies/Moths

Snails

Warm sunshine

Purple gel pens

Hugs

My children

Sunny days

Beautiful views

Spending time with my family and friends

Playing badminton

Cycling

Playing with little kids

Playing with dogs

Whales

Animals doing daft things

Talks and walks with my son

Morning breakfast and coffee

A good spicy lunch

Laying in my bed at night and just checking on current affairs and news

My boyfriend

My friends

Art

Owls

Minecraft

Voice acting

Petting my dog

Smelling Flowers

Feeling a cold thing when I’m warm or a warm thing when I’m cold

Giving and getting kisses

Random texts from friends

Coffee flavored chocolate

Singing

Moths with big white wings

Underdone scrambled eggs

A rainy night

Bubbles

That first warm day of spring

Going on hikes

Being outdoors

Candy

Chocolate

The smell of playdoh

Taking photos

Getting new clothing

Candles

Birdwatching

Going on picnics

Writing poetry

Reading books

The holidays

Making people smile/laugh

Coffee

A nice warm blanket

Eating ice cream

Snow globes

Lightning bugs

Flowers after the snow melts

The smell of rain

Sitting on the steps early in the morning

Being the first to wake up

The feeling I get after running

The comfort of a favorite shirt

My girlfriend

Family

Random acts of kindness

Babies

When I play with my dog by pretending to run at her and she goes crazy with excitement

My cat

Rain

Baking

Piano (playing or listening)

Small flowers

Flowy skirts/dresses

Wholesome romances

Hearing a song for the first time and loving it immediately

Playing my flute

Horses

Listening to vinyls on a record player

When someone remembers a little detail about you

Painting my nails

Doing yoga

Doing exercise

Beating a personal record

Rainbows

Making crafts

Taking a shower after a long day

Going to the zoo

Going on vacation

Being at the beach or near water

Watching Netflix

Going to the movie theatre

Watching a live play at a theatre

Learning something new

Teaching someone how to do something

Toasting marshmallows and eating S’mores

Cupcakes

Seeing a shooting star

Taking a nap

When someone compliments me

Decorating my room

Picnics

My favorite band

My favorite celebrities

My favorite actors

Setting a new goal

Collecting rocks

Putting on fresh clean sheets

Seeing Christmas lights

Listening to birds chirping

Giraffes

Camping

Sitting by a bonfire

Eating mashed potatoes

Bullet journaling

Driving in the car with the windows down

Dancing

Looking at pretty pictures

Concerts

Funny jokes/puns/memes

Fireworks

Sparklers

Pretty clouds

My favorite shoes

Getting new art supplies

Making photo edits

Making gifts for my friends and family

Getting gifts from people

Balloons

Succulents

Playing an instrument

Drinking a nice cup of tea

Iced tea on a summer day

Eating fresh fruit

Getting my hair braided

Eating at a restaurant

Being on a boat

Swimming

Making new friends

Finding an animal in nature

Pumpkins and pumpkin patches

Carving pumpkins

Autumn and all the beautiful colors

Acting for theatre

Making video edits

Wearing a costume for Halloween

Dressing fancy

Finding four leaf clovers

Pressing flowers

Scrap booking

Handwritten letters

Stickers

Hummingbirds

Elephants

Eating breakfast

Gardens

Inspirational quotes

Wearing my favorite necklace

Baby animals

Little streams and ponds

Foxes

Sun shining through trees

When it’s foggy out and you can see dew drops on plants and spider webs

Being on a swing

Finally accomplishing a goal you’ve been working on

When a new season of your favorite show comes out

Doing my makeup

Cleaning and organizing

Daydreaming

Taking a bath

Christmas

Watching funny videos

Wearing sweaters and hoodies

Fuzzy socks

Helping people

Little figurines and objects

Popcorn

Brownies

Looking out the window

Wolves

Opening a window for fresh air

The smell of coffee

Watching YouTube videos

Getting a haircut

Seeing a deer in the woods

Watching birds fly

Finding shapes and objects in the clouds

The smell of fresh laundry

When someone tells me something reminded them of me

Stepping on crunchy leaves

Animal crossing

My switch

Softball/baseball

Basketball

Soccer

Seeing cool cars/old cars

Rollerblading

Drawing with chalk on a sidewalk

Going to bed early

Stargazing

Making progress

Checking things off my to-do list

Taking Polaroid pictures

Going for walks

Jogging

Going to the library

Starting a new book

Finishing a good book

Playing board games

Koalas

Slippers

Big trees

Sunlight coming through the windows

Waking up on Christmas morning

Getting book, song, movie, etc. recommendations from my friends

Making music playlists

Finally receiving packages I ordered in the mail

Baking desserts

When my favorite song comes on

When people make playlists for each other

Finding new characters to ship

Having free time

Sticky notes

Sunbathing

Traveling

Peace and quietness

Alone time

Meeting my step/exercise goal for the day

The people who love me

Soup

Coloring books

Getting into bed after a long day

Pillows

Fandoms

How unique and different everyone is

Getting a lot of work done

Looking forward to my future dream job

Playing video games

Being on Tumblr

Taking time for myself

Practicing self-care

Face masks

Finding money you forgot about

Holding hands

The smell of apple pie

Starting a new tv show

Getting letters in the mail

When the seasons change

Summer

Mugs and teacups

Smoothies

Breakfast food

Disney

Going into the woods/forest

Trying new creative outlets

The smell of sunscreen

Eating the food you’ve been craving

Knowing and feeling that people care

Telling a good story

Laughing so hard can’t stop and your stomach hurts

Late summer nights

Late night drives

Sparkles

Glitter

Listening to people I love talk about their favorite things and what they’re passionate about

Listening to podcasts

Turning up the volume of my music

Putting my headphones in

Blasting my favorite songs through my speaker

People accepting and supporting others for who they truly are

Wearing something cozy

Soft light

Love

Warm weather

A well-rested night

Waking up in the morning and feeling refreshed

Knowing that every day is a fresh start

Well written characters

A book I can get lost in

Sloths

My parents

My siblings

My grandparents

The feeling of sand beneath your feet

Heated blankets

Bagels

Toast

Getting something for free

Samples

Constellations

Mason jars

Practicing a new skill

Finding a new hobby

Lazy weekends

Mac n cheese

French fries

Having deep conversations with my best friend

New jeans

Going to IKEA

Skirts

Dresses

Doodling

When other people are happy (especially people I know and love)

Marching band

Sleeping in

Having the day off

Getting new books

Playing guitar

Playing ukulele

Random compliments

A change of scenery

Cuddling

Waking before the sun is up

Reading old letters

Zebras

Exploring

Building Lego sets

Using photoshop to make edits

Journaling

Walking along the seafront and breathing in time with the waves

A good rom-com or nostalgic show

Writing lists

Pinterest boards

Looking back at my accomplishments

Talking on the phone with a friend or family member

Wrapping presents

A blue sky

Loving someone

Waterfalls

Washi tape

Penguins

Donuts

The color yellow

Sleepovers

Cooking dinner

Kind gestures

Trust

Inside jokes

Songs that make you feel nostalgic

Seeing other people’s art

Comfy clothes

Wearing pajamas

Calligraphy

When someone calls you by your nickname

Going to Target

The first sunburn of the summer

Ramen noodles

Chinese food

Thrift shopping

Flower fields

Flowers growing in random places, like through a crack in the sidewalk

Writing

Sparkly snowflakes

When it snows on Christmas

Mixing paint colors together

Perfectly shaven legs

Puddles

The color red

Thunderstorms

The smell of flowers

The ocean

Adult sized onesies

Driving a golf cart

Fairytales

Cartoons

The color blue

Pasta

AO3

Crickets chirping

Seeing everyone’s houses decorated for the holidays, especially Christmas

Other people sharing what makes them happy

Monkeys

Being understood

When someone texts to make sure I got home safely

Iced coffee

Becoming better at communicating with others

Seeing a friend for the first time in a while

Good morning and good night texts

Drinking a cold glass of water

Deep conversations in the middle of the night

Collecting sea shells

Building blanket forts

Tan lines

Being under lots of blankets

Making better health and money choices

Getting chills from a song even after hearing it countless times

Liking how I look

Hot chocolate

Finding new music

Buying cute things

Wearing an outfit I really like

When someone tells you how glad they are to be your friend

Gardening

Watching raindrops race down a window

Trying new food

Finding exactly what I was looking for

Planning my future

Finding a song that perfectly fits my mood or describes how I’m feeling

Writing little notes to people

When someone tells me I did something good

Eating ice cream on a hot day

Making friends with animals

Going to football games

Seeing people genuinely interested in something

Snow days

The last day of school

Winter break

Spring break

Thanksgiving

New Year’s Eve

Turtles

Sitting outside on a cool summer day

Watching rain

Watching the ocean waves come in

Netflix binges

A new movie release I really want to watch

Driving with a window down for the first time in the spring

Taking a cruise

Giving helpful advice

Getting helpful advice

Doing a favor for someone who needs it

Someone referencing one of my fandoms or something I love out of no where

Learning and knowing stuff

Doing something physically challenging or scary

Listening to my bedroom fan while I fall asleep

Coming up with a new creative idea

Finding something I wanted at the store on sale for a good deal

Finishing all my assignments on time or even early

Hugging my dog

Taking my dog for a walk

Teaching my dog a new trick

When strangers stop to say hi to my dog

Listening to audiobooks

The weekend

Finding a new flavor of chapstick

Drinking Kool-Aid, it makes me feel so nostalgic

Watching nature shows on a weekend morning

Watching cartoon shows on a Sunday morning

A good TV show, most likely something I've watched before because that way I know it ends well

A good, delicious comfort meal on a Friday night by myself

A café in the city centre at noon when it's not filled with the morning rush or afternoon coffee breakers

The stars from my childhood bedroom because they're the brightest here

Listening to my favorite playlist really loud on a long road trip and singing to myself loudly in my car

Having an entire day to myself without interruptions from anyone

Opening the curtains first thing in the morning

A new jacket

Going to the cinema on a first release day because it's always super exciting and full of people anxious to see a movie they've been waiting for forever

Listening to live music

Riding roller coasters

Going to amusement parks

Lizards

Seahorses

Starfish

Eating fair food

Feeling an instrument vibrate when you’re playing it

Hearing my dog snore

When my dog dreams in his sleep

Wearing a new piece of clothing for the first time

Feeling the sun on you

Eyes in the sunlight

Seeing city lights

Singing in the shower at the top of my lungs

Looking at someone and them knowing exactly what they’re going to say

Laughing till you cry

Being under a blanket

Going to craft stores

Watching boats

The idea of traveling the world

When my dogs let me lay my head on them

Listening to an old song and having it bring back memories

Candy corn

Crazy socks

Quotes

Fall and the leaves changing color and the crisp feeling in the air

Making snowmen

Making gingerbread houses for Christmas

Making videos with family

Burning a candle

Booping a dog’s nose

Getting letters/notes from people; writing them

Snow globes

Dr. Pepper

Doc martens

Fortune cookies

Potatoes

Easter

Finishing something

Skipping rocks

Warm rain

When someone opens up to you

Finding the right words to say exactly what you wanted

Animal footprints

Eating outside

Fairy lights

The smell of a hotel

Windows

Meeting a new dog

Dolphins

Getting magazines in the mail

Being in the woods as the sun starts to rise and the animals wake up

Warm days

Adirondack chairs

A warm breeze

Clothes and blankets hanging outside to dry

Feeding birds

Aquariums

The color green

Tie dying things

Going to art museums

Going to science museums

New albums from my favorite artists

Seeing moss in nature

Finding cute little mushrooms

When a dog wags its tail a bunch and is excited to see me

Playing fetch with my dog

Obsessing over something and having someone to talk about it with

Going on a walk with my best friend and talking about life

Looking at old pictures and reminiscing on good memories

Reading a book that's so good your brain wants to read faster than it can

Laughing with friends about the weirdest things

Being appreciated for doing small things you wouldn't even have thought about yourself because it's something you *just do*

Being creative

Watching animals

A story I can't put down

Stretching

The moment when you listen to a new song/album by your favourite artist

When you're at a concert and anticipating the moment before the band comes out

When at a concert and they play your favourite song live

The moment when someone compliments your outfit

When you see someone wearing merch of something you like

Seeing the sunrise/sunset

Watching the sun rise out of the water or sink down into it as it’s setting

This ecstatic feeling in general when you're just living in the moment with people who love something as much as you do

Hugging my cat and smelling his fur

Listening to my music by myself and singing to it

Making edits I’m really proud of

Losing hours in a good book or fanfiction

Writing sentences that I actually like

My siblings and my parents when they're being chill and funny

Watching my favorite tv shows and movies and yelling about them into the void

Finding a new good song

Fresh out of the shower + fresh clean sheets feeling when you go to bed

When I come downstairs in the morning and my dog greets me right at the bottom step with her lil’ tail wagging

Knowing that if I ever needed someone to chat with, someone would be there to lend an ear

Tigers

Lions

When you shuffle your music and the exact song you want to hear plays

When all my family is around the outdoor fire on a summer’s evening

When my nieces and nephews give me squishy kid hugs

Being home alone and being able to cook or bake in the kitchen without disruption

Driving around with a friend in the evenings and just belting our favorite songs

Seaside walks

Disney World

Seeing live theatre

The sun shining on leaves and stone buildings

Dancing when I'm alone

Color-coordinating my outfit

Floating on my back in the sea

The smell of summer nights

The smell of winter mornings

Colorful things/environments

Bunnies

Walking along lakes/rivers/the sea

Spending time in nature

Taking care of my plants

Giving affection to my loved ones

Listening to other people's stories

Reading about people I've never met before or places I've never visited before (especially if they are now just a part of history)

Embroidering

Pandas

Swimming in a river or the sea

Stargazing (my favorite moments usually happen an hour before sunrise)

White-caged-bird

Feeling the breeze when I spin and my heartbeat when I dance for an hour at a time

All the wonderful smells of flowers and colours that nature has to offer

Sharing good laughter with someone

Feeling like I belong

Travelling and discovering new customs of different cultures

Hiking or foraging

That feeling when I'm approaching the end of a really good book and I let myself be engulfed by the fact that it's a unique experience, that I'll never experience as the first time again

Observing my local fauna

Petting and taking care of an animal (double the joy if it is friendly with strangers)

Drinking a good cup of honey tea

Finding a perfume that suits me

Eating something sweet

Enjoying a meal with others

Cat paws tapping on the floor

Dipping a biscuit into tea

Trying to catch leaves falling from the tree

Having sunlight hit your face when you’re napping

Objects that cast a rainbow when the sun shines through them

Seeing patterned shadows

Ambient mood lighting

Sleeping

Wearing jewelry

Cheese

Playing chess

Fresh air

Going somewhere new

My Mom’s cooking

Being inspired

When someone holding your hand rubs their thumb lovingly in circles

Picking strawberries

Otters

Painting the walls of my room

Wind chimes

Seeing that your favorite people are active online

Finally understanding something you were struggling with

The excitement you get when someone reblogs your writing or art

Getting a new notebook or journal

Appreciation

Validation

When someone tells you they love you and mean it

The smell of freshly baked bread

When my dog falls asleep on me

Making new online friends

Found family

Finishing cleaning my room

When someone lays their head on your shoulder

Doing something right on the first try

Finally sitting down after standing for a long time

Getting goosebumps from hearing or seeing something you love

Seeing a gorgeous view

Loving someone and them loving you back

Freshly baked gooey cookies

When a song comes on and everyone starts singing

When I’m out for a run and it’s hot and it starts raining. Nothing makes me feel more like a human than getting caught in the rain on a run

Swimming in the ocean

When people are talking about something they really love and get carried away trying to explain it all to you

Puppies

Being in the middle of nowhere and actually getting to see the whole sky of stars that you never get to see in a city

Finding people that love the same things you do

When something silly reminds you of someone you love; like every time I see an orange and green gummy worm I think of my sister

When you’re hugging someone and they squeeze you a little bit before they let go

Weather where you can leave all the windows open in your house

Trampolines

Driving with no destination in mind

Falling asleep to the sound of rain

Hearing other people laugh

Laughing only because you hear someone else laugh and it's just so contagious

The first snowfall of the year

Disney movies

Listening to someone tell stories and they have like 15 side stories in between the main one

Romantic movies

Bubble baths

Smiling between kisses

Wearing sweatpants

A clean house

Pizza

My computer

Cheesy pickup lines

When people tell me they miss me

Cool spring mornings after a storm

My job

Butterflies

New shoes

Oversized shoes

Caramel apples

Volunteering

Meditating

Running my blog

Finding sea glass at the beach

Getting my nails done

Planning vacation

Hot cider

Telling people I love them

Writing in my gratitude journal

Eating homegrown vegetables, fruit, and herbs

Remembering a good dream I had

Happy endings

Colored pens

Decorating for the holidays

Finishing a really good tv show

Leopards

Summer rain

Thunderstorms where I can just open my window to the full extent and just watch and listen

Calls with my best friend

Seeing a meme and sending it to my friends

Getting an email from AO3

That moment when you get an idea for creating something

Walking barefoot on the grass

Sending thank you notes

Writing events I’m looking forward to on my calendar

Dippin' Dots

Spicy food

Seeing a full moon

Eating cookie dough

Eating seasonal food

Bubble wrap

Going to the car wash and getting rainbow soap

Dark chocolate

Soft blankets

Weighted blankets

Soft drinks with crushed ice

When I get an unexpected phone call from someone I love

Wearing flip flops

Longer daylight hours

Having a BBQ

Frosting cookies

Making cupcakes in the microwave

Watching the Hallmark channel during the holidays

Taking selfies or photos with people I love

Putting on lotion

The smell of a baby’s head

The Office

Online shopping

The smell of freshly cut grass

Surprising my family or friends

Looking at the clock when it’s 11:11

Being productive

Quilts

Doing good on an exam

Someone doing a favor for me (especially when I didn’t ask)

Eating pancakes with syrup

Origami

Sprinkles

Confetti

Waving at people

Giving high fives

Complicated Handshakes between you and your best friend

Naps/feeling well-rested

Eating one of my favorite foods

Hearing good news from/about a friend or family member

Looking at nature (these days it's seeing squirrels in my neighbour's garden and looking at my plants and trees)

When make someone happy or feel like I made a difference (including a satisfied client)

Success (good grades, a gifset that does well)

Hugs from my mom

Learning new things

Chatting with my friends because they’re all amazing people

Group watches of my favorite tv show or movie

That feeling when the house has just been cleaned/when I’m freshly showered

Making jokes/laughing with people

Reading fluffy fanfics

Driving on the road to a destination far away, I love the trip as much as (if not more than) arriving at the actual place

Reading affirmations

Green tea

Getting breakfast or lunch from a nice restaurant

Learning about topics that won’t benefit me; like Chinese history, geography, ancient flora and fauna, etc. just things that I find cool

The jokes my girlfriend makes, especially when they’re the same ones she always makes

Stories from the past! Stories from history from people who actually lived through it

Stories in general, just hearing the life experiences of people in completely different positions from me. I love hearing people’s stories

Drawing intricate things, like old buildings, landscapes, and plants

Cooking a nice meal

Grocery shopping and farmers markets especially

My cat! All of her weird little habits too, like how she stands in front of my feet so I’ll push her where she wants to go

Botanical gardens

State parks

Museums

Art galleries

Listening to stories my grandparents tell

When people tell me about their life goals and dreams

Being surrounded by the people I love

Living the best life I can

Partying hard the night away

Daydreaming

Sunflowers always make me smile

Warm tea

Big fluffy clouds in a blue sky

Friendly babies

Hearing a past favorite song

Singing karaoke

Biking riding

Helping others

Chocolate milk

Sweets and fruits

Having fun doing things I love

Dragons

Video games

My favorite things

Writing

Affection

Exercising

Being on Tumblr

Looking at flowers and plants

Playing with my cats

Chatting with my friends (at the moment it’s through zoom, of course)

Finding new ways to decorate my room

Window shopping

Spending time with my boyfriend

Wearing my favorite outfit/accessory

Eating something delicious

The cool side of my pillow

Tears of joy

Woodpeckers

Reading poems

Hugging trees

Tree houses

Airstreams/campers

Playing frisbee

Making sculptures

Puppy ears

The first day of spring

The first day of summer

Sending silly photos to my friends

Building sand castles

Winning prizes at the fair or arcade

Marbles

Cacti

Scrolling through my phone

Writing fanfiction

Seeing someone you haven't seen for a really long time

Putting together collages

Printing out photos I love

DIY projects

Sewing

Crocheting

Listening to steel drums

Haunted houses

Going through a corn maze

Picking fresh fruit or vegetables

Bubble tea

Starbucks

Dunkin donuts

Disneyland

Disney Princesses

Climbing trees

Finishing errands

Rewatching my favorite episodes

Scrunchies

Milkshakes

Ice cream blizzards

Listening to acoustic versions of songs

Hot tubs

Rubber ducks

Coconut flavored food

Dipping fries in ice cream

Discovering a new type of animal

Seeing hot air balloons

Frogs/toads

Splashing in puddles

Having plants inside my house

Teddy bears

Iridescent/holographic things

Bird houses

Breakfast in bed

Crystals/gemstones

Ziplining

Dew drops

Glow sticks

Flower crowns (especially handmade ones)

Spring rain

Watching other people make art

Lighthouses

Finding heart shaped things in nature

Thinking of getting my own apartment

Coming up with a new recipe for food

Cookbook recipes passed down through families

Bookshelves

Making pretty yogurt bowls

Seaside houses

Flying on planes and being in/above the clouds

Flower bouquets

Looking at and learning about the planets

Fruit snacks

Palm trees

Weeping willow trees

Cherry blossoms

Eating cake

Decorating cakes with eccentric icing designs and colors

Whipped cream

Having snowball fights

Hearing Christmas music

Tattoos

Wearing rings

Green grass

A tidy organized desk with cute desk supplies

My craft room

Hammocks

Little cottages

Cotton candy (and cotton candy flavored things)

Looking at all the paint pallet colors in paint stores

Stamps

Taking silly photos in photobooths

Going to the mall

Making jam, especially strawberry jam

Reading outside

Finding a bird nest and watching eggs hatch

Looking at photos of my family and friends

Finding old flora and art books

Eating fresh corn on the cob with butter on a summer day

Lily Pads

Icicles

Inner peace

Sitting under a tree

Not having to turn on the light in your room when the sun is shining through

When restaurants have patios you can dine at

Fishing on a pier

Seeing old couples in public

Making gifs

Trees swaying in the wind

Anime

Dying Easter eggs

Laying in the trunk of a car and watching the clouds or stars

Night lights

Flower shops

Outer space

Kitchens

PB&J sandwiches

Toasted Cheese

LoFi music

Listening to/watching ambience videos

Turtle necks

Peaches

Looking at old maps

Figurines of the earth/globe

Honey and bees

Cheesecake

Seeing footprints in sand and watching them be washed away by waves

Anything related to the moon, stars, and sun

Reading my horoscope (even if I know it’s not real)

Archways decorated with hanging flowers

Yogurt

Pudding

Knowing that I’m not alone

Ancient roman sculptures

Macarons

When someone tells me they care about me

Weddings

Watercolour

Birthday parties

My brother

My sister

When my dog leaves his bed to lay in the sunlight

Doing mini photoshoots with my friends

Hand making bracelets/necklaces (friendship bracelets)

When someone calls me darling or honey

Love letters

Game night

Skateboarding

Stress balls and squishy toys

Starting something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time

Playing cards

Doing puzzles

Word searches

Kittens

Ordering takeout

Stepping out into the fresh air

Creating vision boards

Getting a massage

Writing positive affirmations

Lunch dates

Standup comedy

Listening to classical music

Nature/animal documentaries

Having someone there to listen to me

Listening to someone when they need it

Accepting myself for who I am

Looking back and seeing how far I’ve come and all the progress I've made

Doing something my future self will be thankful for

Speaking up for myself

Being near loved ones

Finding time for my hobbies

Giving myself time to rest

Saturday mornings

Marrying the one I love

Discovering new things

Going to new cities

My idols

Pastries

Feeling the wind on my face on a car ride

The sensation of music in my ears and like nothing else matters

People who have my best interest in mind

Simplicity

Fulfilling my dreams

Discovering a new ice cream flavor

Knitting

Making myself a priority

Knowing that I am important, and I matter

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harpyloon · 3 years

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i’ll catch you

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!Reader

Summary: "Up close, Y/N could see the familiar freckles splattered all over his nose and cheeks. He was towering over her like he always did. She used to be the little second year Hufflepuff always idling by the entrance to the Great Hall hoping to bump into the famous Charlie Weasley. Studying on the Quidditch pitch, watching him behind her textbook, captaining the Gryffindor team. Climbing the beech tree by the lake again and again, hoping Charlie Weasley would somehow walk by once more to offer her a hand..."

☞ Curse Breaker reader x Dragon-tamer Charlie Weasley

Warnings: Fluff, sprinkles of angst, dragons (duh), mentions of a dead animal, mentions of dragon eating dead animal (lol), post-war timeline (although not that important)

WC: 4.5k+ , Part 2 coming soon!

Read on AO3

Beautiful rays of golden sunlight were peaking through the blinders of Y/N's cabin. It was going to be a lovely day with the perfect weather to seek out a bit of adventure, and although she was sure she had countless other affairs to address before kicking off with her assignment the next day, a blathering Bill Weasley was not one of them.

"Are you even listening?" his tone was way beyond impatient. "You know what? Don't answer that. I know for a fact that you never pick up anything I say. Ever."

Y/N rolled her eyes as she busied herself with stuffing her socked feet inside a pair of brown chunky hiking boots. She didn't plan on going very far. Her colleagues were currently lounging in the dining hall about five cabins down, sipping piping hot ciorbă, munching on breakfast toast, and relishing their only foreseeable off day before the start of the big dig tomorrow. Some were even dozing off still, earning as much sleep as they could to compensate for the long nights to come.

It's true what they say about grumpy Curse Breakers. But nobody realized that they just spent too much time with their eyes wide open.

"You know, Bill," Y/N mused, "you always call me the drama queen. What does that make you then?"

The floating head over the fire scoffed, "A concerned superior."

"Well, there's nothing to be concerned about."

"Where are you headed?"

"I'm going for a walk."

"No walks," ordered Bill, his face stern.

"Everyone's out and about today!"

"No walks for you."

Y/N laughed. "Oh yeah?"

Bill sighed. He knew trying to be hard-nosed was futile. "No walks alone at least."

"Are you sure there's no bun in Fleur's oven yet?" Y/N teased. "You're sounding more like a papa bear with each passing day."

She heard a soft melodic laugh within the fire where Bill's head was when suddenly, another floating head appeared right beside his. This time, all blonde and very French

"There iz no bun yet, mon cher. But I think he az been practicing fatherhood with you." Fleur gave Y/N a wink. "I 'eard zer are many 'andsome men in Romania. With a leetle beet of exzploring yo—"

"There will be no exploring," barked Bill, sending his wife a warning glance, which she ignored.

"—you might find someone az adventurous az you are," Fleur beamed, "And very macho."

"Darling," Bill sighed, "is this necessary?"

With a flying kiss to Y/N, Fleur was gone.

Shrugging on a light parka, Y/N gave Bill a knowing look, "You see? Your wife said I could use a macho man."

"Oh please. You're in a Curse Breaker camp."

"Hey, there are loads of macho men here."

"Macho enough for you?"

Y/N wrinkled her nose but ignored the question.

"Well, William," she said, emphasizing Bill's full name, "I, am a Curse Breaker in the middle of the Southern Carpathians." Stuffing her wand through her belt loop, she looked at him with finality. "And I am not passing up this opportunity."

"Remember when they assigned you to Egypt with me and you went on exploring? Your exploring is bad luck, Y/N, and I did not assign you to Romania to bring bad luck."

"Excuse you, the Egypt Goblins loved me."

"Goblins don't love wizards," retorted Bill.

"I think they were particularly fond of me."

"You Reductored an entire bloody Pyramid!"

Y/N was losing her patience. She wanted to sift through the mountains in the morning sunlight. Discover hidden caves and wade through cold springs. She had her breakfast way earlier than everyone else for this sole purpose.

"I promise I'll be good."

"Take Weiss with you."

Y/N glared. "Absolutely not."

"Take someone."

"I'm walking out on you right now. Don't forget to put out my fire."

"Y/N."

"I'll see you later!"

"I have to tell you—"

Without looking back, she waved at Bill and stepped out into the crisp Romanian morning.

The skies were bright and cloudless, the sun slowly rising up east. The Curse Breaker camp in the middle of the Transylvanian Alps was in for a late morning. It was quiet, apart from the whispers of the forest beside them; chirping birds, singing crickets, and the distant sound of a nearby stream.

Trudging up the rough pavement towards the foot of the nearest hill, Y/N felt an ounce of guilt seep through as she marveled at the scenery before her. Bill was the reason she got the Romania assignment. She wasn't half bad a Curse Breaker. From an outsider's perspective, some would even call her brilliant. She's aced all her missions in her first year on the job—way ahead of all the others in her year, and was even able to crackdown a dark magic-infested tomb in an assignment she co-lead in Egypt. She was quick, smart, and as brave as the career entailed.

Only one thing stood between her and a good reputation in Gringotts. Her impulsiveness.

She couldn't help it. Y/N's successes partnered with tragedies—accidents; her brilliance came with sheer will and almost violent haste. The problem is you can't think twice Bill would always say. Not everything is done in a snap, Y/N.

Bill Weasley was the only senior Curse Breaker with enough patience to supervise her. It must have been fate or a miracle that had him in temporary assignment at the London Gringotts when she graduated Hogwarts. If she were received by anyone else, or if he were back in Egypt instead, she didn't think she'd ever make it out into the field. Or worse, last a few months.

"I'll be good," she mumbled to no one in particular. Or maybe she hoped that Bill would hear. She'd floo him again later.

Trekking up the slope with hands snuggled warm inside her faux-fur-lined pockets, Y/N inhaled the fresh earth surrounding her. This was her calling. Nature. Adventure. The unknown. She was fantastic with spells and jinxes and once thought of becoming an Auror—but Aurors spent too much time indoors, on desks, drowning in paperwork and tailing dark wizards. She knew in her heart she wasn't born to enforce the law.

On the opposite side of the hill was a deep gorge between two towering mountains and a long serpentine stream. Elated at the sight, she followed the gentle flow of water over the rocks. Without thinking (because when does she ever), she slipped off her boots and socks, and despite the chilly morning, prepared to wade the ice-cold water. She dipped one toe in for good measure—a pause.

That couldn't be right.

Submerging one whole foot into the water confirmed her confusion. Strange. Almost all waterways in Romania led to the Black Sea, if not the Adriatic. Why was it warm?

This isn't the bathing stream she thought. The senior Curse Breakers back at camp had instructed them of assigned fresher areas where warming charms would be cast. She didn't remember this gorge being part of last night's tour.

Ankles deep in the water, Y/N trailed the soft currents. It was deliciously warm. A deliberate contrast to the icy breeze left by the trail ends of winter. It was supposedly mid-spring, but the winds still gave her the chills.

She took no notice of how far she was going, the water neither rising nor falling. If she were to guess it must've almost been half an hour given by the direction of the sun. The warm water and small pebbles were therapeutic beneath her feet. The walk didn't tire her at all.

Finally, the chasm's end came to view. Heart beating with excitement, she hastened her pace, dampening the legs of her trousers that she attempted to roll up. But just as her feet crossed the lip between the two mountains flanking her, she felt the oddest sensation: it began at the top of her head, traveling down her arms to her toes—as if a big fat raindrop landed on her scalp and entered her body.

She glanced at the clear blue sky. There was no cloud in sight for miles.

And then, it was suddenly very humid.

"What the..." she glanced back through the gorge. Nothing was out of order and nobody was in sight. Looking down at her feet, her surroundings were now as warm as the water she stood on. Her parka felt too thick.

Again, strange.

Trying to shake away her curiousness, Y/N trudged on.

All is well she chanted inside her head. All is well and the wind just blows differently on this side of the alps.

But no matter what she told herself, ripples of unease still disturbed Y/N. She was beginning to sweat and it wasn't just her nerves. The wind didn't blow differently on this side of the mountains because there was no wind. It was dry, dank, and very very warm.

To rattle her nerves even further, the water she was wading on was getting hotter as she went on that she had to leap on land once again. But as soon as her bare soles made contact with the grass, she yelped in pain.

"Merlin—OW."

The earth was burning. As if it bathed in the sun for too long. As if she were in the middle of a dry desert. She knew the feeling, she's been to Egypt. But why the bloody hell would Romanian soil feel this hot? Moreso in the heart of the Southern Carpathians?

Locating a jutted-out slab of rock, Y/N hopped over to sit and gather her bearings, drying her damp feet and staring at her boots and socks. She didn't want to slip them back on. The heat was intense. But it was either the boots or the sizzling soil.

She shrugged off her parka after lacing up her boots and was grateful for her reckless choice of wardrobe this morning. She opted for a ribbed shirt under her jacket—instead of a sweater—in urgent intention to get away from a nagging Bill. Now it served her well. It wasn't as thin as she would have deemed appropriate for the current temperature, but at least her neck and arms could breathe.

Gazing over the expanse of the clearing she emerged in, she suddenly became aware of the lack of green in the area. The grass was almost a withering brown—crunchy and dry. Trees weren't scattered about like the thick oaks all over the Curse Breaker camp; instead, they were clumped, almost systematically, in relatively rectangular patch formations. As if deliberately rooted as such.

Muggles Y/N thought. It was only them who had the peculiar habit of reorganizing nature.

Tying her parka around her waist, she treaded the clearing, the grass crisp beneath her boots, and approached the nearest cluster of trees. She wondered if this were one of the areas they'd be digging up. Senior Curse Breaker Digby Youssif oriented them of specific crackdown areas to look forward to in the next few months. Although almost all wizarding families were well-accounted for in Romania, there were still trifling amounts of intel on hidden vaults under protective spells cast by untraceable ancient tribes.

Y/N loved digging assignments. She was particularly fond of discovery. And if Ancient Runes was Hogwarts' least-loved lesson, she rather enjoyed Professor Babbling's classes. Well, most of the time. It was her pride and joy to have snagged an 'Outstanding' for her O.W.Ls—

Crack!

A sudden gust of wind whipped through the trees ahead of her. On instinct, Y/N drew her wand from her belt loop. Nothing was so dangerous about the wind. But it felt so...

The sound came out of nowhere, she thought it was imagining it. A steady drumming beat. Powerful and humming. An engine? she thought. But that was impossible. They were told that the area was blocked off from muggles for the duration of their stay. She paused in front of a towering ashtree. The sound was growing louder and louder. Nearer. She didn't know why but she was compelled with the need to hide.

Climb.

She felt ridiculous, clambering up an ashtree and settling on its thickest branch. Her superiors back at camp were clear that the mountains were safe, its perimeters were secured for their dig. Curse Breakers always made sure missions wouldn't come across outside interference.

Then why was her heart beating so fast?

The drumming sound was growing nearer. Behind her—above.

Peering at the sky through the leaves, a massive dark figure swooped overhead and landed with an earth-shaking thud on the clearing right in front of her tree.

Y/N felt like she was going to choke on her own spit when a deafening, earsplitting roar echoed through the mountains.

Dragon.

Fully grown, enormous, and vicious-looking, the beast had emerald scales that glinted in the morning sun. Its body was bulky, way stockier compared to the common dragons in textbooks. It had a massive head that seemed even larger than its body, and on it sprouted two long glittering golden horns. Its claws had the same golden color, and it was rearing onto its hind legs, hunching over a figure... chewing...

All the breakfast Y/N had only hours before felt like rising up her throat. An enormous dragon only meters in front of her was chewing on a dead animal, clearly having his own meal. And there she was, perched on an ashtree, ready for dessert.

Don't panic she told herself, but feeling green. She's never faced a dragon on a mission before. They tackled them in her first year on the job—Curse Breakers didn't really need training, the task calling for hands-on work—but never in her life did she ever think she'd have to face a real dragon.

I don't have to face it Y/N thought, I just have to stay here until it flies away, and run back to camp.

Wiggling up to a squat, she eyed the neighboring branch a few feet to her right which was higher up and positioned behind a thicker cluster of leaves. It didn't require a jump, but more of a really careful split; hugging the trunk tightly, she stretched her right foot across, shifting her weight to her right leg, her arms choking the tree trunk in a death grip, legs spread wide midair—

"Scuzati-ma?"

Y/N didn't fall. Thank Merlin she didn't fall. But she lost her momentum in surprise and panic, her left foot sliding from the previous branch, making her push off the trunk in haste, throwing her weight across completely. She grabs a dangling thin branch above her at the last minute, her body tilted towards the forest floor.

A forest floor where a man now stood, peering up at her curiously.

She was breathing hard, her heart thumping erratically, both from the fear of falling and being heard by the dragon so close by.

"Er—esti bine?" the man asked. Y/N saw that he had his arms out as if braced to catch her if she fell. When she didn't answer, the man spoke again, "Ai nevoie de ajutor?"

She blinked down at him. "What?"

He chuckled. She hated it. It hurt her pride. "I said, do you need any help?"

He was loud. Too loud. She righted herself on the branch, pulling to lean back on the trunk behind her. Then risking a peek, she checked on the dragon who was still munching on the dead cow with gusto.

She looked back down to find the man with his eyebrows raised at her, his face painting amusement. It was impossible not to take note of his red mane pulled into a low bun. He looked awfully familiar... and he was going to get them killed.

"Could you," she whispered as loudly as she could, "keep your voice down?"

The man snickered once more, showing no effort of lowering his tone. "Why?"

"Are you blind?" she wanted to strangle him. "There's a bloody dragon!"

The redhead glanced at the scaly beast and heaved out a sigh. "Okay. Yeah, you're right. It's way past breakfast. He's missing nap time."

Y/N looked at him incredulously. He shrugged, "But what can I do? He slept in this morning. Lazy beast." Looking back up, he asked, "Want to meet him?"

He's mental she thought. That had to be it.

But the redhead only laughed. He keeps laughing. He must've noticed the stupefied expression on her face because he simmered. "Give him a minute and you can come down. It's already his fifth haul so he's bound to get dozy and fly back to the nest." He started walking towards the clearing when he paused and turned back, "Although, you can come down now. I promise he won't eat you."

Y/N watched as the man walked up to the feasting dragon—she was peering behind the thick tree trunk, using it as a shield. He's insane. Drawing a wand from a sheath attached to his calf, the man aimed a stunning spell right by the beast's tail.

"Alright, Darius, I think you've had enough," he called. He kept his distance, a good few meters away, but his gait was calm, almost lazy.

The dragon glanced at the man, its fangs bloody. Y/N wanted to grab the redhead and run. But it was a crazy thought, and she was rooted on her spot on the tree branch, frozen in fear.

The man gave a sharp whistle and the dragon grunted, smoke coming out of its nostrils. It ignored him and continued to munch on the cow.

Another stunning spell was aimed right by its claws and the dragon emitted a low growl. Y/N didn't know if she was imagining it but the creature seemed sluggish on its feet, swaying... almost drowsy.

"Off you go," said the man, "up." He sent one more stunning spell right in front of its snout. It was a clear miss, purely intentional.

The dragon heaved a loud angry roar. But instead of diving for the man like she expected, it started flapping its wings, gaining momentum. Y/N held onto the tree trunk tighter so as not to be swayed by the sudden rush of winds the creature was yielding. And then with a strong push off the ground, up it soared, growling low in its throat, and was out of sight.

Y/N's legs felt like jelly slugs, but her arms refused to let go of the tree trunk. What in Merlin's name just happened?

"Y/N."

She gave a short yelp, coughing on her next breath. "Excuse me?"

The man was back, now by the foot of the tree once again. "Come down."

"How do you know my name?" she demanded.

He had a really handsome smile. A really familiar, handsome smile...

"I should be offended," said the man. "Come down." There it was again, that smile. "I'll catch you."

I'll catch you.

I'll catch you....

"Come on, Y/N, I'll catch you!"

"No you won't!" said Y/N. Her cheeks were wet with tears.

She was perched on the beech tree by the Black lake, her legs dangling above the shallow water. She had attempted to retrieve her Spellman's Syllabry textbook that Cassian Loxias chucked up the branches for fun.

"Yes I will, I promise," consoled Charlie. "I'm a prefect, remember?" he gestured to his badge, "I'll make sure you're safe."

Sniffing up snot that was escaping her nose, she hiccuped softly against the back of her hand. "Our prefect doesn't do that very much."

Charlie chuckled. "I'll make sure to have a word with Professor Sprout about her Hufflepuff prefects."

When he saw the horror on her face, he held up his hands, "It didn't come from you of course. Will you come down now? I swear I'll catch you."

Y/N looked into Charlie Weasley's eyes and saw nothing but pure candor. Biting her lip, she said, "Do cross your heart, or hope to die?"

He traced a cross right above his chest. "Cross my heart, or hope to die."

"Y/N. Y/N?"

Y/N blinked.

Charlie Weasley. Charlie dragon-tamer Weasley. Charlie the hot brother Weasley—

"Are you still breathing? Do you need me up there?"

Trying to gather her bearings, Y/N extracted herself from her hold on the tree trunk, went down onto a squat, and leaped off, landing on the crunchy grass with a thump.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at her as she dusted her trousers, "I see you don't need catching anymore."

She took in the man before her. "Charlie Weasley."

His grin was dazzling."Caught on, have you?

From up close, Y/N could now see the familiar freckles splattered all over his nose and cheeks. He was towering over her like he always did. She used to be the little second year Hufflepuff always idling by the entrance to the Great Hall hoping to bump into the famous Charlie Weasley. Studying on the Quidditch pitch, watching him behind her textbook, captaining the Gryffindor team. Climbing the beech tree by the lake again and again, hoping Charlie Weasley would somehow walk by once more to offer her a hand...

There were so many things she could've done, seeing him again for the first time after all these years. He was gone as soon as he graduated Hogwarts, flying to Romania to study dragons. Everyone always thought Charlie would be going Quidditch pro, being captain and seeker. He had the build, the skills, and the charm. Hogwarts alone had fan clubs in his name and rumor had it that the Falmouth Falcons were just waiting for him to finish seventh year.

But others didn't see Charlie as Y/N did. They didn't see him hoarding books on care of magical creatures in the library. They didn't notice him sneaking off to Hagrid's on the weekends, taking Fang for walks or feeding the Blast Ended Skrewts in the garden. Nobody paid attention to the copy of Fantastic Beasts And Where to Find Them that Charlie practically glued to his side. Only Y/N did. And now that she thought about it, she didn't like that she knew so much. It made her feel like a creep.

So instead of hugging him in delight like she actually wanted, she took a swipe at his shoulder.

"You git," she hissed. "You scared me to death! How did you do that? I thought taming dragons was impossible."

"It is. Most of the time," Charlie shrugged. "Darius is a Romanian Longhorn. Mostly harmless compared to the others especially when he's full. Not that difficult to send him back to the nest when he can barely stand on his feet."

"Harmless? I could've been dessert!"

Charlie laughed. He was still always laughing. "You look delicious, yes, but I'm not letting Darius have you."

What the fu—Y/N inhaled slowly, cautiously. Then exhaled through her nose. She didn't know how to respond. Seeing him again after so long, without warning or preparation, was messing with her senses

"It's good to see you, Y/N," he said and walked closer. Close enough to tugged at her braid. She didn't know why he did it, but he looked like he just had to. "You look good."

Y/N's heart was beating rapidly once more, but this time, for all the wrong reasons. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Charlie gazed back into her eyes as if seeing her for the first time.

"Too long."

Again, she didn't know how long it took her to reply, but she cleared her throat, "How—did you know it was me? The first time?"

Charlie's eyes were still roaming all over her face. "No. Not until you spoke."

Y/N must've held a questioning look because he added, "I'll never forget that voice."

He was saying such strange things. Were they strange? Or was it just because he affected her so?

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Well, you wouldn't come down, would you? I see you still have a thing for trees."

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"I didn't know the dragon reservation was in the alps," she said. "Do you know we're camping nearby?"

"'Course I do. You lot are beside dragon territory for a reason."

Excitement and fear raised Y/N's nerves. "What are you talking about?"

Charlie bit his lip. "You'll see."

"Are we digging in the reservation?"

He was walking out into the clearing now, beelining back towards the opening of the gorge.

"Charlie!" Y/N jogged to keep up. "Are we?"

He only smiled, "Patience, darling."

Darling. He used to call her that all the time even when they were back in Hogwarts. She always tried to ignore the fluttering feeling her chest made when he used the endearment, reminding herself that he must've used it on everyone else, not just her.

"Why did no one back at camp tell us anything?"

"I probably should've kept my mouth shut," was his only reply. They were crossing the two mountains flanking the stream, and as soon as they cut through the border, Y/N felt the same sensation she did when she went through the clearing. But this time in reverse, it was as if the raindrop was sucked back up.

She glanced up at the mountains. "Did you feel that?"

"Shield spells," explained Charlie. "To keep the muggles out. Temperature charms as well to regulate the reservation climate. Although the dragons do enough of their warming on their own, it's for precaution."

They walked up the stream, tracing back Y/N's previous path.

"Are you bringing me back to camp?" she asked.

"That, and I have to see Digby. Iron out tomorrow's schedule."

"So we are digging inside the reservation," Y/N didn't know if she was more thrilled or afraid.

Charlie glanced at her, "You heard nothing from me."

Studying his features as they strolled, Y/N couldn't help but admire how much Charlie Weasley grew up to be. He's always been lean and strong, especially with being an athlete back at Hogwarts, but now he seemed so much larger than life. Red tendrils were escaping his low bun and framing his chiseled face, there were a few scars on his nose and one under his lip. She shouldn't have been able to see it but she couldn't stop staring. He was big. Stockier than she'd ever seen him; hands wrapped in gauze and rope slung over a hook on his hip.

Charlie Weasley, dragon-tamer.

And he was staring right back at her.

"You have to take me to see more dragons," Y/N breathed. She didn't know where her voice went. It was all airy and she didn't like it. She hoped he would assume it was because of their walk.

Charlie stopped, deep brown eyes boring into her own. He was panting slightly too. Maybe it was the walk.

"Okay," he exhaled. "Promise."

"Cross your heart?" she almost whispered. Almost.

Two fingers traced a cross over Charlie's chest, his gaze not leaving hers, "Cross my heart."

#by gabi #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley fluff #hp post war #charlie weasley x fem!reader #i have no idea where this idea came from but here it is #there will be a part 2!#part 2 coming soon

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I Had To Know Pain Before I Could Be Comforted

Pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Fem Reader

Requested by @steveyouarelate : “37 (Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.) and 50 (I’m sorry I’m not enough for you) (with an happy ending, please) with billie dean x reader”

A/N: there’s a lot of crying and wallowing in self-pity in this one, you’ve been warned. I wanted it to have a tragic ending but you asked for happy, so here you go. I hope you’ll like it <3

Title is a line translated from this song.

Word count: ≈ 3 700

Someone catcalled you from across the street but you didn’t find it in you to care. You had no idea where you were. Night was falling, the cold, crisp air was biting your cheeks and making your whole body shiver. You could barely feel your fingers anymore. Your feet hurt. But the pain and the cold felt good. If you could, you would close your eyes and let yourself sink into it to forget everything else.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You ignored it. You kept on walking, straight ahead, left around a corner, past an old man sitting on a bench. He said something to you you did not understand. A car honked nearby. Let it. Let it hit you and put an end to your misery.

Your phone buzzed again. “Oh for fuck’s sake, leave me alone,” you muttered. But even as you said it, your hand reached in your pocket for your phone. Your heart swelled with a bubble of hope, that perhaps it would be her, that perhaps her words would be the right ones and they would make everything better. You turned on the screen and read your notifications.

Coming home soon? x

I’m making mackerel in white wine

It was the cold wind that made you tear up, nothing else. Certainly not the image of Billie in the kitchen, dressed in comfy clothes, sipping a glass of expensive white wine, hips swaying to some mellow jazz song as she chopped herbs and vegetables and stirred the sauce. Sassy, brave, confident, and just a little bit reckless Billie. How you adored her. She was everything to you.

Blinking back your tears, you texted her back a few words saying you were going to spend the night at your dad’s. That was a lie, but you really couldn’t face her right now.

And it wasn’t your fault, really. You had never meant to be so messed-up. But Billie – she was the sun, she was the moon and the stars in the sky and beyond, no matter how cliché that sounded, and you… you were lying on the ground covered with dirt. You were nothing. You had not achieved a single good thing in your life. You couldn’t talk to people without making a complete fool of yourself, you had no talent, no beauty, only a boring, dull personality.

You carried that knowledge in your chest like a rock. Most of the time its weight was bearable; but there were days when the rock seemed to expand and expand until it took all the room in your chest. When that happened, nothing could bring you relief. Negativity would cloud your mind. Dark little thoughts would chirp in your ears like birds in the spring. Useless, they would sing. Boring. Worthless, they would sing.

Today was one of those days. You had woken up with a feeling of dread and dejection and it had required all of your strength to get out of bed. Luckily Billie had left for work early; you didn’t want to bother her with your problems and your bad mood. And then things had just gotten worse and worse.

Today you had lost your job. Your boss had warned you several times before: you weren’t as efficient as your co-workers, you didn’t work fast enough, didn’t smile enough. You simply were not enough. So today he had held the front door open for you and slammed it behind you and had not even bothered to hide his satisfied smirk. Since then, you had walked. Roamed the streets, tried to make one with the cold.

Your phone rang. Billie’s name appeared on your screen. You stared at it for a moment before you accepted the call. You knew she may very well drive to your dad’s if you ignored her, and then what? She’d know you had lied to her. Besides, a tiny part of you was still hoping she would know what to say, she would just know, without you having to tell her, and that rock in your chest would turn to dust and flowers would bloom in its place.

“Hi sweetpea,” said Billie. Her voice was cheerful, but you knew her well enough now to hear the tinge of worry in it.

“Hey,” you said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand. Are you mad?”

There was a soft clang, something metallic being moved. “Of course I’m not. But are you sure you’re alright?”

You closed your eyes and swallowed hard. “I’m fine. My dad just really needs company right now.”

Did she even care? Or was she relieved that you wouldn’t be spending the night together?

“I’m sorry you made dinner for me,” you went on, eyes still shut tight.”I should have warned you, but he –“

“It’s fine, Y/N, really,” Billie cut you off. “We have that wonderful thing called a fridge that I can use to store leftovers.”

A small laugh escaped you.

“But I’ll miss you,” Billie said. She paused, and again you pictured her, her free hand on the counter, fingers drumming, an apron tied around her waist, hair as perfectly done as if she were about to attend a movie premiere. Another small laugh escaped you, affectionate, incredibly sad.

“Me too. I’ll be back tomorrow. Love you.”You hung up before she had time to say it back. You weren’t sure you could hear those words from her right now.

What would she think when you told her you had lost the one thing that still made you a person of value to the world? You couldn’t bear to see the disappointment on her face. She would be kind, of course, and tell you not to worry. Maybe she would even say that she still loved you. But that wouldn’t be true. Billie deserved someone who, like her, had shot for the stars and made it. Someone who shone as bright as she did, someone she could be proud of – not a liability like you.

You walked. When you took a look at your surroundings, you realized you didn’t know that part of the city. It looked like a wealthy residential neighbourhood, big white houses with large porches, impeccably mown lawns. The streets were deserted. You walked.

Spending the night at your dad’s wasn’t even an option. He was too boisterous, too loud. Your best friend would know something was wrong the minute she’d take a look at your face, and then she would ask questions, demand answers you didn’t want to give her. So you kept on walking, dragging around that rock which after so many years had become a part of you. You didn’t even know if you would want to get rid of it. It felt like company now.

A bridge, across a canal. Past the city hall. You reached downtown, busy, wild, buzzing with life. People brushed past you and laughed at each other and talked too loudly. The city watched you roam without offering the least bit of comfort. You had tried to find solace in its streets hundreds of times before, fueled by the naive belief that the city would welcome you with open arms and a kind smile. But the city was indifferent and selfish. The city sneered at the lost souls that wandered the night.

Maybe you could get a hotel room. You stopped in front of the first hotel you found and stared at the door, but soon realized you were incapable of going in. It was as if your legs had frozen, as if some sort of force were pushing you away. So you walked on. Your heart was secretly singing for home.

But you couldn’t go home. You couldn’t do that to Billie. You were a burden to her, and that had to stop. She had too many great things to achieve, a whole future made of gold and diamonds and glorious victories, to be held down by someone like you. So shut up, you ordered your heart. Don’t yearn for something you do not deserve.

You walked. You walked until you were sure your feet were bleeding and every muscle in your legs was screaming in agony. A little past midnight your mind went numb. You walked. At 1am a dog barked at you, at 1:34 a drunk whistled and called for you to come with him. At 2:30 you finally looked up and realized your aching feet had led you back home.

You tried, you really did, to go away. Go back downtown, get a freaking hotel room to spend the night. Your feet led you to the front door, your hand turned the key in the lock. You could sleep on the couch, you told yourself. You could sleep on the couch, and leave at dawn before Billie woke up.

The house was dark and silent. You waited a few seconds, your heart beating fast in your chest, listening for any sound, any indication that Billie was still awake. Nothing. You took off your coat and shoes, and dropped your bag on the floor. You waited a few seconds more. When you had convinced yourself Billie was asleep, you tip-toed all the way to the living-room. The floor was cold under your feet, the walls seemed to be closing in on you in the dark.

You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, but you weren’t sure your stomach could hold food right now. All you wanted was to collapse on the couch and bury your face in the pillows and sleep. Forget that you existed.

Your right foot slammed into a suitcase you had not bothered to put away earlier in the day. A curse escaped you, low and angry, and out of the corner of your eye you saw something stir in the darkness of the living-room. You jumped, raising an arm to defend yourself, and squinted at the shape that straightened and turned, light from outside falling on strawberry blond hair.

Billie reached out to turn on a lamp and grimaced as the bright light blinded her. She raised one hand to shield her eyes, blinking away sleep. There was a red mark on her left cheek, and you quickly realised she had fallen asleep at the table while doing crosswords. She often did that, when she couldn’t sleep. Crosswords helped her focus when her mind was buzzing with too many thoughts.

She met your eyes, blinked again, and then she smiled. You stood frozen as if you had turned into a statue, the mad pumping of your heart the only sign that you were still alive.

You could have tried to make a joke. You could have lied to her again, said you had tucked your dad in and left. Instead, your throat closed up, your heart dropped into your stomach, and to your utter shame and despair you felt your eyes fill with tears.

You were so tired. How so tired of being you.

All you wanted was to sink into Billie’s arms.

For a minute there was only silence. You watched as Billie’s expression turned from surprised to happy to confused. Oh God, what would she think of you? How she would despise you. She would think you were a sad, pitiful creature and she would be right.

You prayed for something, anything, an earthquake, a meteor crash, a tidal wave even though you lived miles from the ocean, that would put an end to your miserable life.

Billie stood up, smoothing one hand over her wrinkled clothes. Only now did you notice that she hadn’t changed from work. Had she been waiting for you this whole time? Your heart tightened in your chest. No, that couldn’t be. She had probably tried to make the best of her one evening of freedom, her one happy evening when she could celebrate your being finally out of her hair.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight,” she said with a small smug smile. She held out one hand as if to touch you and you flinched. She noticed, and her smile wavered.

“Are you alright?”

“I –“ With a shake of your head you took a few steps away from her, your throat thick with tears, and when you shot her a glance her face was blurry but you could still see the damned worry in her eyes –

“Y/N what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice getting higher and shaky as it always did when she was anxious. She walked up to you, but kept enough distance between you and her so as not to make you feel cornered.

“I lost my job.” The words tumbled out without permission. You were so tired. You just wanted to be held. “I got fired because I couldn’t do my job properly.”

Silence.

That was it, then. You had lost her. She was seeing you for who you really were; the veil love had dropped over her eyes was finally being lifted.

You couldn’t look at her, so you closed your eyes and let your tears fall.

“I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, one hand coming up to your chest for it was too tight, it was crushing your heart and it hurt too much. “Billie, I’m so sorry I keep disappointing you.”

A hand, on your arm. A question, barely above a whisper. “Honey, what do you mean?”

A sob pushed out of your throat, loud and painful and so despicable. “I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

She let out a noise, a gasp, but to you it sounded like a contemptuous, mocking laugh, a laugh that said, Look at you, pitiful, pitiful little creature.

“Y/N,” she started, but you shook your head. You still couldn’t look at her.

“Listen, I’ll get my things, I understand. Just – let me sleep here tonight. Please. I’ll sleep on the couch, only for tonight, and then I’ll leave I’ll – “

“Y/N what are you talking about?”

You felt her grip on your arm tighten, acrylics digging into your skin.

“Just one more night, please, Billie,” you begged.

“Shut up. Stop talking. You’re not making any sense, honey.”

“I’m so sorry,” you cried.

A hand on your cheek. You almost flinched, almost recoiled, but you managed to stop yourself from doing so. There was no need to hurt her more than you already had.

“Please stop apologizing,” Billie whispered. Why did she sound so broken? “Tell me what to do. What can I do?”

You shook your head again, choked on a sob. Billie’s thumb was gently stroking your cheek, catching your tears and wiping them away.

“Lie to me,” you whispered. “I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again. Tell me I can be enough for you.” You opened your eyes, then, and looked up at her. And you could have hit yourself, you could have stabbed your chest and ripped off your heart, for her face was coated with tears that dripped down her chin, and her gaze was so terribly sad.

She let out a strangled breath. “Oh, Y/N… come here, come here baby.”

You didn’t even try to fight her. Your body sank into hers like a stone into water. Your hands slid up her back to grab fistfuls of her shirt as you buried your face in her shoulder. She wrapped one arm around your waist and put her other hand on the back of your head, pressing you closer against her. She was being so gentle, so loving, dropping kisses on your temple, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear – it only made you cry harder. Because you were going to lose this, to lose her, and you’d never have the strength nor the will to find that kind of sweet love ever again.

She started humming, a soft tune, as she rocked you like a child and you sobbed and wailed. Her voice was always a little bit raspy when she sang, a little bit out of tune, never quite managing to hit the right notes. Hearing her sing always soothed you. She ran her fingers through your hair, acrylics gently grazing your skull, just the way you liked it, because it always made your skin tingle everywhere.

Damn her, she knew you so well. She knew exactly how to help you calm down, how to make part of that ache in your chest disappear.

Minutes passed. Billie was still humming when you finally felt like you could breathe again. You turned your head, pressed your cheek against her shoulder – her blouse was wet now, you had done that, ruined it as you always ruined everything. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, relishing the smell of her, so precious, so loved – you would have to keep it safely stored in your mind to never forget it. Maybe, on the darkest of nights to come, when everything and everyone would fail to soothe your soul, if you closed your eyes tight enough you would be able to conjure her scent again, and then sleep would finally come.

Billie’s hand slid down the side of your face to cup your cheek. You closed your eyes, counted to three, then pulled away.

Her gaze was still so very sad when you met her eyes, but she managed to offer you a smile. She gracefully wiped a tear that rolled down her cheek.

“Why are you crying?” you frowned.

Billie let out an incredulous laugh. “Did you hear what you said to me?”

There was no reproach in her voice, only sadness, and that felt like a stab to your heart.

“I’m sor –“you started, but she interrupted you with a slender finger on your lips.

“I told you to stop apologizing.” She offered you another shaky smile, but then her brow pushed up in concern. “Did I –“Her voice broke. She swallowed, tried again. “Did I do something to make you feel like you were not enough?”

Did she… what? You weren’t sure you had heard her properly. Had those words really left her mouth, or had they been uttered by a malicious spirit? How could Billie, Billie who was so considerate, so loving, so utterly perfect – how could she think she had done anything wrong?

Her face crumpled as she misinterpreted your silence. “Oh no baby, I’m so s –“she started, but you interrupted her.

“No, Billie, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Your voice was hoarse from crying. You shook your head, biting your lower lip to hold back fresh tears. “You’ve been so good to me. The best thing that ever happened to me. The truth is, you’ve been too good and I don’t… I don’t want to hold you back.” She opened her mouth to protest, but you shook your head again, a silent pleading to let you finish. “Now that I’ve lost my job you’re gonna have to provide for me and I can’t let you do that. I can’t be a burden I can’t –“

Again, a finger on your lips. You fell silent. Something in you disappeared and you felt your body go limp, as if there was no strength left in you.

Billie’s finger gently tapped your lips as she gazed at you thoughtfully.

“I don’t mind providing for you while you look for another job,” she said after a while. Her brow furrowed. “Or maybe you should take a break. Maybe I should, too. We could go somewhere nice and relax for a while.”

“But I –“Another tap on your lips.

“But you –“you tried again, but again she interrupted you. You planted a kiss on her finger in retaliation, and were rewarded with a small smile.

“I couldn’t sleep without you,” Billie said in a low voice. Her eyes met yours, kind and vulnerable. “You’re not a disappointment, Y/N. It’s got to the point I cannot even imagine my future without you.”

You couldn’t help it: you dissolved into tears again. Billie cooed and gently guided your head against her shoulder. You clang to her, hoping you could get rid of your negative thoughts with every sob. It didn’t work like that, you knew it, but when you were in Billie’s arms it almost seemed life could be easy and kind.

You didn’t pull away when your tears subsided. You kept your eyes closed, enjoying Billie’s embrace, her hand running through your hair, her warmth. You felt thoroughly empty now, thoroughly spent. Sleep weighed on your eyelids. You wrapped your arms around Billie’s waist and pulled her closer still, breathed in her scent and let out a sigh.

“What happened?” Billie whispered after a while.

“I told you.” You nuzzled her shoulder. “I lost my job.”

“No, I mean… what happened?”

You got her meaning, somehow, as if your mind were perfectly attuned to hers. You hesitated. Swallowed hard.

“I don’t know,” you said in a breath. “Sometimes it feels like I can never be a viable option for anyone, especially not for you. I know it’s stupid, I know I have no real reasons to feel that way. But I can’t help it.”

Billie hummed. She dropped a kiss on your forehead, warm lips lingering on your skin. “I love you,” she said, voice firm and raspy. She ran one hand up and down your back, nails scratching gently.”And I want you, even when you’re at your lowest and ugliest, even when you don’t have a job.”Her hand slipped over your shoulder, under your chin, titled your head up. She waited for you to meet her eyes. “You’re allowed to not be at your best all the time. That doesn’t make you worthless.”

And as you gazed at her with half lidded eyes, her words sank into you and settled in your chest and bloomed there. Eased the ache. Maybe only for a few hours, maybe only for a few days, but it was all you needed right now. And somehow she had known exactly what to say. And she would know what to say the next time.

You blinked sleepily, and she cooed, smiled a smile that was half fond, half smug. “Do you need to get some shut-eye, my little bear?”

You rolled your eyes at her, but were betrayed by a yawn. Her smile grew into a smirk.

“Shut up,” you muttered, as you buried your face in her chest, nuzzled the exposed skin, and smiled.

#ahs #ahs imagines #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #billie dean howard #billie dean howard x reader #fics

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Sam Winchester: Out of the closet

Pride Collection 2021 June 5th

Pairing: AU! Sam W. x Sister!Reader

Pov: Y/n

Warnings: Coming out, support from a family member. Mentions of Dean and John.

Summary: Finally feeling comfortable you tell Sam your biggest secret, but you think NO you know he can handle it seeing as he is your big brother.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N- Bisexual, @firefly-graphics for the bisexual dividers Supposed to be posted on the 5th of June, but was unfortunately postponed to the 6th of June

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Today is the day that I'm going to tell Sam my most important secret.

I've had this secret for years now. It started my last year in high school, and with Sam being the older brother is, when he left for college he took me with him.

Anyways, He got me set up in an apartment, he came and visited me every other day. Going to class, and just being normal was nice, and it lasted for a while.

There was a party for the seniors that year. I toyed with the idea of dressing up and going out or just stayin' home and studying. I was very much Sammy when it came to my schooling. Something that I'd just learned from him over the years.

I just made a choice deciding that one night of partying wouldn't hurt me or my schooling. So I dressed up in a short red dress, black flats, and the only thing I had taken with me before leaving Dean and John.

Slipping into a black jacket that was a size too big, but smelled like my older brother Dean. I grabbed my keys and left. I had never gone to a party if you don't include the father-daughter dance that John half-ass took me to the Sam ended up having to save me from. Or the random school dances that I had.

Showing up to this party everyone's eyes were on me. It was a weird sensation to be stared at but in a sorta good way. In a way that made me wonder.

Very quickly I had a few guys surrounding me, their actions were pointless as I ignored them, and I left them to discuss between themselves. One good thing that John has taught me was not to take shit from anyone, I think he forgot that also meant him.

But regardless of that, I went to go see if I could find a few friends. I was met with a beautiful woman, her long legs covered in jeans with thigh-laced-up boots and a relieving t-shirt.

It didn't click then, or later on when I was tapped on the shoulder by a taller version of the woman. He had short blonde hair, dressed like every other jock, but the immediate feeling, sense I got from him was nothing but lust.

Now it's been seven years, seven years for me to try out things with many different people, and figuring myself out along the way. I've come to the conclusion that I don't just like the men that serve me coffee in the morning, or the women that I do yoga with.

Sam's older now, just by a year his beautiful wife and his kids, live in a small starter home at the end of our quiet town. Sam's wife has always taken a liking to me. And their kiddos call me Auntie.

It all around a great part of my life to be around my family. To be around so much love and admiration for each other. But the fear of saying the truth, the fear of telling my older brother makes me worry.

Makes me worry that I'll spill the truth on a silver platter and be told I'm not worthy of that love and admiration that I crave to have, that I enjoy seeing.

Sometimes it floats around, I can see even if it for just a brief moment. I can it flutter around Sam's kids, or him and his wife the way they share just a longing happy look for each other.

"I hate to bother you two live birds, but I was wondering if I could take the kiddos out for ice cream?" I ask Sammy, he smiles and says "Sure just be careful. Love ya." I gather their two kids up and well chase each other to my car.

In moments like this, I sometimes wish I already had kids. I also wish that their uncle and grandfather could be here to see them grow and flourish into strong men and strong women.

But regardless, we listen and sing along to a special playlist that we made together. Just a thing for the three of us to enjoy. "Auntie, play our songs please!"

Sam's youngest says her politeness reminds me of him. "Yeah, Auntie you gotta play our songs and sing along with us this time!" Sams oldest screams, he looks like Sam, but in reality, has the personality and swagger of Sam's wife.

We make it to our favorite ice cream place. They always get the same things, no matter the time of the season. "You two outta try something different," I say to them, they give me a look of 'How dare you to tell me to get something different.' I giggle, and we walk out to the shop.

Getting the kiddos back, and in bed was a task. They gave their kisses to me, and then to Sam. Their mother takes them to bed, so nows it's just my brother and me. "Good night pumpkins, Auntie loves you," I say Watching the two of them holding their hands and walk down the hallway.

There's no better time to tell him.

"Hey, are you okay Y/n?" Sam asks an almost empty beer in his hand. He's sitting across from me at the dinner table. I'm in my own thoughts, I'm brought back when I feel Sam's socked foot hit the bottom of my foot.

"Yeah, you could say that I'm okay," I say back, I'm starting to worry about what he might say, maybe I shouldn't say anything.

"Look, I'm your older brother, I know when somethin' is bothering you," Sam says with a hopeful look. I frown, I might as well say the truth, that's something that Sam and I promised each other when we left Dean and John.

"Nothing is bothering me, Sammy, I just need to say something to you and I don't know how to phrase it." He puts his beer down and get's up grabbing my hand and taking me outside.

He'd always done this with me when we were younger. Dragging me to the open yard, he plopped down to the grass and drug me with him. He'd tell me when I was young, to look up in the sky and feel the earth below me. To let go of worries, and be calm be thoughtful.

"Sam, what are we doing out here? We aren't kids anymore." I said closing my eyes. "Y/n just please, do this for me. Maybe you'll figure out a way to phrase your thoughts." He said

I thought as he told me to do. It was nice to feel everything around me and not so much worry about things. "Are you better now Y/n?" Sam asked, I opened my eyes and smiled.

"A little yeah," I said, I might as well just say it, let it be in the open. Regardless of what Sam may think, or even say I'm just going to go for it. That's at least one major thing, Sammy, as taught me over the years.

"Sammy.. I've thought long and hard about telling you and even saying this out loud, but I'm bisexual," I said getting up and looking at my older brother.

He'd yet to give me a reaction, no change in his facial expression, no words yet spoken. It was just quiet, the weird unsettling silence, that gives me anxiety. Makes me worry that the sweet moment between a brother and his sister will forever be lost, that I'll never get to see my nephew and niece again.

But before I know it I'm encased in Sam's overbearing arms, he's hugging me tightly, reassuring me that he loves me, tell me that he proud of me. Everything thought that I had was wrong. He's my brother, after all, he knows me better than anyone.

"Can I ask a question, peanut?" He said, using a nickname he'd used many years ago. We were still hugging, I hummed. "Am I the first person you've officially told?" Sam asked.

I thought a minute, my partners that I'd been with hadn't really known, so yeah Sam was the first to know. "Yeah, I think you are Sammy," I said holding on tight to his hug.

"I just want you to know that I love you, and I'm always here for you peanut. Why don't you and I go out for the weekend tomorrow? Spend some quality time together?!" He asked. I smiled and hummed.

There was nothing better than being excepted and loved. Not only that but it also felt like a thousand-pound rock had been lifted from my shoulders by telling Sam.

Completed on: 06/05/2021

Posted on: 06/06/2021

Tag List: @sweetdetectivequeen @wonderfulworldofwinchester @hobby27 @fofisstilinski @doctorlilo

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fandomsonrequests · 3 years

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long overdue

fandom: stranger things

characters: steve harrington

reader: gn

word count: 1.6k+

summary: you and steve have been friends since childhood and neither of you could ignore what you felt for each other. but it took some demogorgons for you to realize that

a/n: AHHHHHHH i’m so sorry if this is late ;^; school is really kicking my ass rn ;^; i hope you enjoy!

notes: some swearing; demogorgons

tagged by: @hyposstuffingwell

It was late at night and the breeze was chilly but that didn’t stop you or Steve from sneaking out. He picked you up a couple of blocks away from your house and the two of you drove away to the quarry, belting out Queen’s songs from inside the car.

Now here you were, sitting on top of the car’s hood as you look over the waters, talking over the most mundane things to the crazy events that took place last year. The moon glinted off the soft ripples of the water, causing silver streaks to float through the surface. The smell of damp grass reached your nose and an orchestra of cicadas serenaded whoever was present.

“I still can’t believe that you actually said that to Carol in fifth grade,” You guffawed, holding your belly as more laughs escape you.

“Hey— you thought the same thing!” Steve argues. “Her hair really looked like a bird’s nest.”

“Yeah but you don’t tell her that..!” You retort with a playful shove to his shoulder.

The brunet rolled his eyes at that, brushing back his gorgeous locks. He sighs and leaned against the car’s window, leaving you to your own musings. He eyes the various stars that twinkled against the dark blanket of the sky. He never really told many people this, not even the Party or he’ll never hear the end of it, but he was one of those people who just stared up into the night sky. He liked to take in the sights and smells around him and just enjoy what he had.

His gaze rolls over to you beside him, seeing you lying comfortably against his car’s window. The warm quilt you had brought along was laid neatly on top of your lap, eyes closed as you basked in the ambiance of the night.

At that moment Steve wondered- why did it take him so long to see this? Why did it have to take him supernatural beings, a group of kids, and a secret Russian infiltration paired with a gigantic demonic creature to work up the courage to realize what he had felt for you?

You two were neighbors, practically growing up together. You two were an unstoppable force as children, just the two of you against the world. But once high school rolled around- things changed. It was like you two became two different people. Maybe it was his fault, considering he was blinded by the popularity that managed to find its way to him, but that shouldn’t have stopped him from talking to you.

The brunet shakes himself out of his trance when he feels your hand casually slip in his, lacing your fingers with his and giving his palm a gentle squeeze. He looks up to see you gaze at him softly, almost as if you were contemplating something. He sits up when you do, hands never leaving yours.

“You brought your guitar right?” You ask and he nods. “I wanna hear you sing.”

Steve flushes a brighter shade of red and looks away bashfully. You whine and latch onto his arm, begging him to serenade you. He chuckles at your pleads, his free hand reaching up to run his hand through his hair in nervousness. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to play for you- he’d do it in a heartbeat. But he was scared that he’d mess up and look stupid in front of you- or worse, sing something that revealed his true feelings for you.

Fuck it. He thinks to himself. “Fine,” He relents and you cheer quietly. “Jeez- no matter what age we are you always manage to rope me into doing what you want.”

“You can say no, y’know.” You chide and playfully punch his shoulder, watching as he fetches his guitar from his car.

“I know. But I need the practice anyway.” He hops back onto the hood, reaching up to the neck of the guitar to tune it.

You watch fondly as he did so, memories of hanging out in his room and watching him play come flooding back to you. The sad, heavy wave of nostalgia washes over you at the memories, but you push that aside. You can recreate them again, right here and now.

Steve releases a nervous exhale and you rest a hand of comfort to his shoulder. You give him an encouraging smile, one that he reciprocates with gratitude, and starts to play. His fingers pluck at the strings gently- just some random notes to get the feel of it. He plays a jumble of notes, pretending to be in one of those rock bands and you laugh at his antics. Eventually, he stops messing around and the notes morph into something familiar- a song you heard on the radio many times.

“We’re talking away, I don't know what I'm to say. I'll say it anyway…” He sings softly.

You perked up when you recognized this iconic song. As he played into the night, you realized that it sounded so different when played this way- more romantic even. And you couldn’t help but feel a warmth bloom in your chest at the sight in front of you. Steve looked so lost in the music as he strummed away, singing along with the melody. He always had a talent for music, you just wish he recognized it.

“Take on me, take me on,” Steve looks up to you, shyly meeting your gaze. “I’ll be gone, in a day or two…”

He strums the rest of the chords, repeating it a couple of times before closing the song and letting the last notes echo into the air. It’s quiet for a while, just the two of you staring at each other as you let the atmosphere settle. Steve poured his heart out into the song and poured a little of what he thinks he feels for you so that you’d know how much you mean to him.

When the tension became unbearable, you spoke up. “I missed you, Steve.” You tell him softly.

“I missed you too, ______,” He replies with a sigh. He reached out to take your hand in his, thumb running over the back of it. “Look… I’m sorry for what happened back in high school… I was a jerk. Like- a jerk-jerk, the kind of jerk you want to just punch ‘cos he’s so self-absorbed and pathetic.”

You scoot over to him, gently taking the guitar and placing it back into the car. When you return, you reach up to cup his face, making the brunet turn to you. At your touch, his skin heats up with shame and he avoids your gaze. He couldn’t bear to look at you— it would just remind him of how neglectful he was as a friend.

His warm brown eyes are glassy with a pang of deep-seated guilt as he stared down at his lap. Your heart clenches at this. You knew that it was kind of his fault- he did turn you away when he became “King of Hawkins High,” but part of it was your fault too. You were so angry at him that you shunned him away whenever he tried approaching you- it was easier for you that way. Because at least, when you acted cold, the heartbreak you felt would be less painful than what it would have initially been.

“I’m not going to lie, you were that kind of a jerk,” You chuckle, thumb brushing the space under his eyes. “But it was my fault too… I gave you the cold shoulder and turned you away. And… I’m sorry for that- I should have listened to you when you tried to explain yourself…”

Steve let out some sort of amused huff. “...I guess we both fucked up big time huh?” His eyes drop down to your lips before flickering back up to your face where he finally met your gentle gaze. He dared to lean forward, pressing his forehead against yours while his trembling hands reached up to cup both your cheeks.

“What if… what if I kissed you right now?” He asks boldly, impulsively.

Your heartbeat speeds up at the question. You had already harbored feelings for your friend back then. Even though circumstances weren’t all that great before, that tiny vulnerable part you had for him never left. And with what happened with the Demogorgons, Billy, the Russians chasing after you (all that shared trauma as Murray Bauman puts it) it had only festered into what you have now.

“Here’s a better question,” You whisper. “What’s stopping you from doing so?”

Steve’s breath hitched when you actually gave him permission to kiss him. He blinks rapidly, almost as if making sure he wasn’t dreaming, before steeling his nerves and leaning forward to press his lips tentatively against yours.

The kiss was shy and hesitant at first. It was only when the both of you pulled away from each other did you two realize that you wanted something more. As your lips slot against his again, you couldn’t help but lean further into him, arms wrapping around his shoulders as your lips moved against his. Steve on the other hand wrapped an arm around your waist as the other came to cradle the back of your head, holding you as if you’d disappear any moment.

The kiss wasn’t sloppy or desperate- but it was passionate and full of unsaid emotions that could be better off expressed without the use of words. You pull your head away when the call for air was too great but made no move to shift out of Steve’s hold. You couldn’t help but smile at what had happened, the warmth in your chest growing and spreading throughout your whole body.

“That, that was long overdue.” You hum, eliciting a soft chuckle from Steve.

“Well,” He muses and tucks a stray hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead after. “Better late than never.”

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagines #fandomsonrequests

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sergeantsporks · 3 years

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Whatever it Takes

Rating: Teen and Up, Gen

TW: Self-harm, attempted suicide, emotional manipulation

“While I’ve got you here, want to hear the complete history of wild magic? I’m sure you’ll find it very interesting, considering that you’re old enough to have lived through it.”

“I am not, you little brat. Shut your mouth, I don’t want to listen to your voice.” “Yeah? What if I don’t want to shut up? What if I feel like singing?"

Hunter is a difficult prisoner to keep, and Lilith and Eda are about to find that out the hard way.

Ao3

Ch 3/4: I’ll Escape (one way or another)

Ch 1, Ch 2

Hunter rocked back and forth in the chair he was tied to, wincing as the movement made the ropes tied around his chest put pressure on his aching ribs. Right. Messing with Lilith had been all very well and fun, but it was time he got out of here. If he got out now, he could always claim that he’d been attempting to track the assassins down. Much longer, and… well, it wouldn’t be a very believable lie. Lilith’s taunts echoed in his head. He needed to get out of here before anyone at the coven realized what had happened to him.

He managed to rock hard enough to bend over so that his feet were on the ground, but the legs of the chair were up in the air. Then he ran backwards, full tilt, at the wall, slamming into it with a jarring crunch that rattled his teeth. He shook himself, crouch-walked forward, and did it again. The chair legs and seat splintered and broke, letting him stand up straight. He used the wall to slide the chair back out of the rope, and wiggled free, rubbing feeling back into his arms and picking a splinter out of his back with a wince.

Hunter sat down on the basement stairs. Ow. He still had a pounding headache from when Lilith had hit him with her staff, and ramming into that wall hadn’t helped. Still, he pulled himself back up to his feet and crept up the stairs, opening the door quietly. Wasn’t even locked. Lilith really had gotten soft, hadn’t she?

Hunter padded down the hallway, until a loud snore stopped him in his tracks. He froze, holding his breath, until another snore sounded, and he took a few more steps forward.

Lilith was snoozing on the couch, her staff leaning against the back of it.

Hunter’s brain started to click quietly.

Wait. Yes. Steal the staff. Kill Lilith while she was sleeping. Bring staff and Lilith’s corpse to Emperor Belos. Dead assassin=complete mission. Palisman=extra good, made up for falling out of contact for a day. No one needed to know he’d been captured, and if they DID find out, he could always claim it was part of his plan to get Lilith to let her guard down.

Yes. This would work. Lilith was wrong—he could go back to the coven, and this was how.

Hunter reached oh-so-slowly and carefully for Lilith’s staff, hardly daring to breathe.

The raven at the top’s eyes flashed as he grabbed hold of it, and the bird disconnected, cawing loudly and dive-bombing him. Hunter swung the staff at it with a yelp, and Lilith snapped awake, launching herself over the back of the couch and sweeping his legs out from underneath him. Hunter rolled backwards, swinging the empty shaft of her staff at her. She caught it and yanked, pulling him forward.

Hunter let go of the stick, skipping backwards as she tried to kick him again. He ducked back into another room—a kitchen! He snatched up knives from their block, throwing a few of them at Lilith as she chased after him. She ducked and weaved to the side, swinging her staff towards him with a yell.

Hunter ducked, and lunged forward with the last knife.

And then Lilith disappeared, zipping behind him and smacking him in the back with her staff. Hunter was thrown forward and landed on his hands and knees, barely avoiding cracking his head on the kitchen counter.

Lilith’s staff pressed to the back of his head as he wheezed for breath. “Stay down,” she ordered.

Hunter growled softly. He should have just escaped while he had the chance.

Lilith carefully drew a set of glyphs while still keeping her staff aimed at his head. Ice crept up out of the ground, freezing him in a solid block, only his head remaining sticking out. Lilith pushed the block, and it slid easily across the floor, bumping down the basement stairs. Hunter strained against his new prison with no results.

“I am getting out of here, and I am going to take you down!” he yelled as Lilith climbed the stairs.

Lilith yawned, shutting the door. “Goodnight, Hunter.”

Almost the moment the door was shut, Hunter heard a low chirp. His palisman fluttered through a tiny window. Hunter had to squash a big, goofy grin, switching for a stern look instead.

“Hey! I told you to stay at the keep!”

Another chirp.

“Yes. Okay. Fine. I guess I’m glad you didn’t. I am very, very glad that you followed me, and I will consider taking you along on more missions. Happy?”

The cardinal fluttered down, pecking at the ice surrounding his hand. It was slow going, but the instant Hunter could wiggle his fingers, his palisman shifted into a staff, landing in his open palm. Hunter blasted the ice holding him, then froze, listening for any sounds from upstairs. Once again, the only sound was Lilith snoring, so Hunter crept towards the stairs. No nonsense this time—he had his palisman, he was going to finish the job.

When he opened the door and took a step out into the living room, however, his foot landed on something small and papery.

Another ice wall rose up, this time freezing his palisman along with him.

Lilith yawned, getting up. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?” She held out a fire glyph, unfreezing Hunter’s palisman. The cardinal hopped off of the staff, shivering. Lilith gently caught it between her hands, and at a whistle, her own raven hopped off, tucking Hunter’s palisman under its wing. The cardinal tweeted frantically, twisting around trying to get free.

Hunter struggled once again against the unyielding ice. “Give it back! Let it go!”

“Don’t worry about your palisman, it’ll be fine. My raven won’t hurt it. But I’m not going to hand you a weapon.” Lilith pushed the ice block down the stairs again. “Good luck getting out of there without your staff.”

“This ice has to melt eventually!” he yelled as he thudded back down to the basement floor.

She waved a hand at him, yawning. “Yes, but by the time it does, you’ll be too cold to move. Hopefully that will let me get some sleep.”

Xxx

Lilith was right. By the time the ice was a soaking, uncomfortable puddle, Hunter’s teeth were chattering so hard he thought he might wear them down, and his limbs were heavy and cold. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to.

I am going to kill her. I really am. And I won’t regret it even a little bit.

Why did they even want him here?

The owl lady clomped down the basement stairs. “Rough night?” she asked with a grin.

“Y-y-you ar-are going t-t-to p-pay for this,” he chattered, glaring at her.

She shrugged, finding a new chair and sitting him in it, tying him back up. “I doubt it. You’re running a two-for-two ratio on failing to escape.”

“I’m—I’m not g-going t-to t-tell you any-anything.”

“Yeah, I figured. But it’s not just about information—we’re done with interrogations. Belos needs you for something, so we’re going to keep you nice and snug here.”

“Why don’t you just kill me then?”

“First of all, that would be murder, second of all, I did give it my best shot, and third of all, I’m not entirely sure that killing you would solve the problem—as long as you’re alive and away, Belos can’t replace you, we’re pretty sure of that much. So again, you’re not going anywhere until the day of unity is over.”

“Where’s my palisman?!”

“Safe. No, you cannot have it back, because we’re currently having trouble explaining to it that it should NOT help you break out of here and kill us all.” Eda patted his head and disappeared back up the stairs. “Have fun contemplating all of your horrible actions down here!”

Hunter watched her disappear up the stairs.

It would be a hassle to find a replacement.

A hassle. Not impossible. But if he stayed here, according to Eda, there was no possibility of Uncle Belos completing his plan.

Hunter glanced back up the stairs. One last way to be useful. One last thing I can do for him.

Xxx

Eda shouldered the basement door open. “Hope you like omelets, kid, because I had some eggs I needed to use up before they…” Hunter was limp in the chair, and she rolled her eyes. “I know you’re awake, you little brat.” She strode down the stairs, flipping the lights on. The plate in her hands dropped to the floor, shattering.

“LILITH!” she yelled, “GET DOWN HERE AND BRING YOUR ICE GLYPHS!”

Blood dripped from Hunter’s mouth, and his head sagged forward, his breathing ragged and gurgling, like he was drowning. Eda lifted his face. “Hunter? Hey, talk to me, kid, come on!” She held the cloth napkin she’d brought down with her to his mouth, red blossoming across the fabric. “Stick with me here!”

He coughed, spitting up more blood. His eyes opened just a crack, and he wrenched his face away from her. “Jussssst lemme die…” he slurred, his lips stained red.

Horror swept over Eda, nausea rising up in her stomach. “Did you bite your tongue?!” she yelled, “Titan, Hunter! LILITH!”

Lilith pounded down the stairs, holding her ice glyphs. She took one look at the situation and added another glyph to her combo, tapping it gently. A glowing ball floated above her hand, and she brought it slowly over, wafting it into Hunter’s face. Ice solidified over his injured tongue, slowing the bleeding and preventing him from being able to bite it again.

Tears rolled down his face, and he let out a wild, animal cry of despair, slumping forward.

Eda pointed. “This is what you did with all of your talking about how he failed, Lilith! Is this what you wanted? Titan’s sake, he just tried to kill himself rather than go back a failure!”

Lilith looked down to the side. “No,” she muttered, “I didn’t want this.”

Eda crouched down to Hunter’s level. “Hey. Hey, look at me, kid. Look at me. Belos isn’t worth taking your life, okay?”

Tears were still rolling down his face, and he shook his head.

Lilith knelt down next to Eda. “Hunter. I know I said you failed. I know I said that you couldn’t ever go back to the coven. But trust me, you can find things to live for other than the coven. Other than Belos. One failure does not mean the end.”

He closed his eyes, and Eda nudged her sister gently. “Go get that knockout potion,” she murmured, “I think he needs it.”

Her sister disappeared up the stairs, and Eda sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re a real hotbed of issues, you know that? Here’s a word of advice; if someone makes you feel like you should kill yourself instead of disappointing them, then you should NOT hang around that person.” She snorted. “I have half a mind to keep you until you figure out that Belos is bad for you.”

He coughed up more blood, and slumped forward with a groan.

Eda shook her head. “Titan, kid. What have the two of us gotten ourselves into, huh?”

Lilith brought down the knockout potion, and Hunter was so out of it that he drank it without question, passing out almost instantly. Her sister froze his tongue again, untying him and hefting him in her arms. “Keeping him prisoner as easy as you thought it would be, Edalyn?”

Eda sighed again, getting up. “Guess not. Where are you going with him?”

“Upstairs. I’m going to be keeping him where I can watch him.”

“What if Luz comes home today?”

“Then you can explain to her why the Golden Guard is passed out on the couch. I am not going to risk another escape or suicide attempt.”

Eda followed her up the stairs. “I just—I don’t get it, Lili! Belos is the worst, what do people see in him?”

Lilith set Hunter down on the couch, sitting next to him and picking up her book. She clicked her fingers, and her raven released the cardinal that was struggling against it, shrieking shrilly. Hunter’s little palisman chirruped and warbled worriedly, fluttering around his face, before finally settling down in his hair, glaring at Lilith and Eda.

Lilith flipped pages of her book back and forth, but Eda knew she wasn’t reading them. “Belos… can be persuasive. He can give you the things you’ve always craved—validation, kindness, respect. And then? When he takes that away? You feel like it’s your fault. Because someone like him, someone who treated you kindly, would surely only take away that kindness if you’d done something awful, right? He thinks you’re special. Until you prove him otherwise. And no matter what, you cannot prove him otherwise. Because if you’re not special, if someone as giving as him doesn’t think you’re special? You must be the most depraved creature in the world, and you deserve any punishment that comes your way.”

Eda shuddered. “Again. Horrible, horrible man.” Hunter’s palisman chirped in agreement.

Lilith twisted her hands, glancing down at Hunter. “But it never feels that way when you’re with him. That’s the problem. That’s how he creates soldiers that would rather die than disappoint him. You’re miserable, but you never realize that you are, and besides, even if you did leave, where would you go? I was lucky. I had you.”

“Eugh. Can’t believe I ever wanted to join that coven.”

“It’s… an efficient system. One I am quite glad I got out of.”

Eda nodded to the unconscious teenager on her couch. “Yeah? And who’s going to get him out of it? Titan knows he’s miserable, he might even realize that.”

Lilith shrugged. “Likely nobody. Except perhaps this little fellow.” She held out a hand for Hunter’s palisman, drawing back when the bird pecked her fingers. “Ow! Ugh—don’t know what else I expected from Hunter’s palisman. Belos is all Hunter’s ever known—I doubt he even knows what a regular life should look like. He’ll probably keep slaving away for his emperor, no matter what you or I try to say to him, and one day, it’ll get him killed. Whether at an enemy’s hand, Belos’, or his own, that’s the question.”

That bothered Eda more than she liked to admit, even to herself. “Well, thanks, Miss Depressing.” Hunter’s cardinal chirped and warbled disapprovingly at Lilith, as if to say not if I have anything to do with it.

Lilith shrugged again. “That’s his reality. I won’t sugarcoat it.”

“Well, it shouldn’t be.”

“Edalyn, he tried to kill me this morning. He could have escaped, but he’d rather risk getting captured again than return to the coven empty-handed. Belos’ influence runs deep. I know it’s hard to accept, but… at this point, I don’t think there’s anything you or I could do that will save him from himself.”

Xxx

Darius kept up a friendly, composed appearance until he got far enough away from the Clawthorne house that Gwendolyn couldn’t see him, at which point he snarled, punching a tree. He knew he’d heard Lilith’s voice, taunting him. But her insipid mother was being absolutely no help in trying to find her, and he was relatively certain that she was doing it on purpose.

Last he’d checked in with the coven spies, Lilith had been living with her mother. He didn’t know what had changed, but he could piece this together.

After all, Lilith hadn’t been alone. She’d brought along some kind of demon monster that had attacked him from the air.

And he was relatively certain that he knew exactly which demon monster she was in cahoots with.

Ch 4

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