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requested by: anonymous, I really hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing: Chandler Bing x reader, Joey Tribbiani x reader (platonic), Monica Geller x reader (platonic), Rachel Green x reader (platonic), etc.

prompts used: “Have you ever seen anything prettier than this?” “Yeah, you”

warnings: mentions of smoking. English is not my first language so there might be some grammatical errors

feedbacks are always appreciated!

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You did not like parties. At all.

It just was not your thing, and everyone knew that. That was the main reason why you had decided to stay home and relax rather than attend a Thanksgiving party with your best friends.

You did not understand why they were so attached to the tradition, anyways. The fact that you didn't grow up in an American household didn't help with that. Nonetheless, you weren't the only one who didn't always celebrate the festivity

“Do you have them?” Chandler Bing barged into your apartment. He held a couple of beers in one hand, and a bag in the other where there seemed to be some food.

“Yes.” you responded, sitting up from your sofa “I only had one quilted blanket, because Monica somehow couldn't tell me where she'd put the others. As for the pillows— well, I have two”. Chandler shrugged, then motioned for you to get going. You exited your apartment closing the door behind you, while silently hoping that none of your roommates came back while you weren't home.

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There was a full moon. The city was still buzzing, it was amazing how its lights were never turned off. You loved it. And the company just added to your enjoyment of the night.

You'd laughed at Chandler's never-ending jokes for so long that your cheeks hurt, and you'd eaten so much that you swore you would never open a packet of chips again.

“Have you ever seen something prettier than this?” you questioned, looking up at the sky in awe .

Chandler stayed silent for a few, awkward moments, before responding. “Yeah” he said “you”.

What the hell?

“Are you... are you drunk? I can make you that strange smoothie that we always had in college, if you want—”

“— no, y/n” he interrupted you, rolling his eyes.

You were more confused than ever, so you asked Chandler what he meant by that. “I'll cut to the chase” he began “I love you, y/n. Everything makes me think about you: even when I just stare at the wall or drink a coffee, you're what's on my mind. And look, if you don't reciprocate my feelings, I totally get it.”

You couldn't find the words to answer coherently. Those damned feelings.

“Are you for real?” you questioned, to which Chandler responded “Yes. I know it's shocking, but I'm being serious this time”. He took a deep breath before adding that he was going to pass out if you didn't say anything.

“Oh, I'm sorry!” you exclaimed “Well, uhm... I love you too, Chandler. I have loved you since we first met... Since Ross and Monica introduced the two of us”.

He was clearly trying to hold back a smile, but he failed miserably at doing so when you nudged him and remarked that you had to throw out those “best friends” mugs that you'd bought as a joke a few years prior.

“Yeah... We should.”

You didn't think you could be happier on Thanksgiving Day.

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writerdream22 · 1 year

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Hey!! May I please request a Chandler Bing (FRIENDS) x female reader imagine or oneshot with the prompt “Have you ever seen something prettier than this?” “Yeah, you” please and thank you so much!!!

Hi anon!

I'll start working on your request as soon as I can!

I hope you have a great day/night ✨🌻💛

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writerdream22 · 1 year

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requested by: no one, but I hope you like this anyways ✨🌻💛

pairings: Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan x sister!reader, Lo’ak Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan x sister!reader, Neytiri Te Tskaha Mo’at’ite x daughter!reader, Jake Sully x daughter!reader, Aonung x reader, etc.

warnings: angst

a/n: hi everyone! It’s been so long since I last had the time to sit down and write, and I’m sorry if I haven’t published anything in a while. During that time, I turned 18 (yay! 🎉) and I am about to do a french certification exam (I think it’s called DELF in english as well). With this all said, I hope you enjoy reading this even though it's a bit too long!

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Being the oldest of the Sully children meant that you had lots of responsibilities. Even though Neteyam would have been the next Oloeyktan, as per your grandmother’s request, your duties were as heavy as his.

The both of you were deemed responsible for your youngest siblings’ whereabouts; if anything were to happen to them, it was your fault only. And you coudln’t complain about it to neither of your parents since it was them who had imposed this ‘situation’ on you in the first place.

You were strongly against the idea of leaving your clan. They will hunt us down anyways you’d said why run? We’re just showing them that we are afraid.

Your mother, who you resembled so much, had always taught you that your sole duty was that of protecting the people; if you had left the Omaticaya, you couldn’t have done that.

But you had to listen to your father and obey to his orders. Therefore, you went with your whole family to ask for shelter to the Oloeyktan of the Metkayina, whose name you’d been told to be Tonowari.

Needless to say, your “demonic” descent wasn’t accepted by the people. At all. But you had to endure in order for them to accept you as part of their clan.

Tonowari’s children, Aonung and Tsireya, were polar oppposites. You and Tsireya had become friends almost instantly, as you greatly appreciated the girl’s affectionate manners towards Tuk and Kiri.

Aonung, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be that approachable. He was always with his friends and always made fun of you and your siblings for your characteristics, which didn’t do well with the Reef.

Whenever he said something about you, you brushed it off and went on about your day. But as soon as you heard comments being made about any of your siblings, you lost your temper in no time.

That's why you were scolded scolded by your father, along with Lo'ak and Neteyam; you had started a fight with the chief's son and his friends, but really, it was their fault only.

When Neteyam had told you what Aonung had done, you were raging. You didn't listen to your father's words saying that him and other members of the clam would have gone to look for Lo'ak in the Three Brothers Island chain. To you, they would've been too slow in their search, and possibly lower your brother's chances of survival.

You immediately called your Ikran, fearing that the waters might have been infested with dangerous creatures, and took off.

“Lo'ak! Where are you? Lo'ak!”

“I'm here, y/n!”

“Oh Great Mother, you're alive! Are you hurt? Do I need to—”

“No, sister. I'm all right, don't worry for me. Let's get back to Awa'atlu”

“Yeah, let's. I'm warning you, mother will be furious. And dad too”

It was night when you got back to the reef. Your parents and siblings, along with other members of the clan, were waiting for you.

You were obviously scolded by your father, who'd told you that you had to keep an eye on the youngest and had failed to do so. Your mother, on the other hand, had just showed some sort of frustration towards Lo'ak's actions

You weren't listening to any of their words: your eyes were set on Aonung, who didn't dare to look directly your way.

It pained you to see your youngest brother take the blame; however, during the you couldn't do anything but watch as Aonung stayed silent. Therefore, you went to talk to him afterwards.

“Future Oloeyktans are supposed to be honest. You are not”

“Look, I'm sorry—”

“Lo'ak did what he thought was right, but don't even think for one second that you're forgiven.”

“I am sorry, y/n”

“He could have died! Do you know that? I can only imagine what dwells in those high waters, but I am certain that the strength of the tides alone was enough to make him struggle to keep his head over the surface.”

“I— I don't know what to say”

“I thought so”

“It was only a Goliardic act, we wanted— we wanted to have a laugh. But I know what I did was very wrong. I do regret it, really”

“If it was you coming to the forest and asking for help, I wouldn't have done anything like this. Respect for others. This is what a future leader needs. You don't protect the people by endangering someone's life.”

With that, you walked away to your family's Marui.

You didn't talk to Aonung for days, nor you paid attention when he talked. You were set on showing him that who he was in the clan didn't matter to you. He was a shitty person anyways.

However, your opinion changed pretty quickly.

One day you were sitting on the seashore, away from where all the Marui pods were. You were enjoying a few good moments of silence, something that didn't happen that often. Sometimes, you picked up a pebble and threw it towards the sea, just as a form of amusement.

Unfortunately, your peace was disrupted by the arrival of someone whose presence you did not appreciate.

“Mind if I sit here?”

“Oh? Uh, yeah, no. Look, do whatever you want. I don't really care”

“You're still angry, eh?”

“Yes. Quite understandably so, dare I say”

“Y/n... What can I do to show you that I'm really sorry for what I did?”

“I don't know. Throw yourself into the sea, I guess.”

“Hey! I'm trying to be nice, and you're not helping”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Well... Maybe you could be nicer to all of us—”

“— which I'm already doing”

“You say so?”

“Yes, and...”

You went on taking for Eywa knows how long, and you found out that Aonung wasn't as bad of a person as you thought. It was just his environment that made him behave like that; he wanted to show that he was worthy of something, or at least that's what you'd understood. That's what you and your siblings were trying to do, but in a different way.

After that conversation, your friendship began to bloom. Every day, you spent laughing together or sharing information about the places you grew up in. You, the forest; Aonung, the reef.

Everything came to a halt when the RDA found you and kidnapped Tuk, Tsireya and Lo'ak.

You were with them, trying to take the tracker off Payakan, when hell broke loose. While trying to escape from those deadly machines you didn't even think about going back to see if your siblings were all right. You couldn't go back, and you let out a cry of despair when you came back to Awa'atlu without Tuktirey, Tsireya and the youngest of your brothers.

You could not stay back. You had to fight. It was in your blood, you'd taken it from your mother. All you wanted was to take revenge. So, you saddled your Ikran and prepared for the fight

“What are you doing, y/n?”

“I'm coming”

“No. It's too dangerous”

“I don't care, mother. Nothing matters, if it means I have to save my loved ones then I'll do whatever it takes”

“I can't lose you, my daughter. Please”

“I was denied the opportunity to become a leader. I will always be on the sidelines, and I have accepted that already. But one thing I can do is protect my family. I won't let you get in my way.”

Neytiri only nodded at your words and accepted your decision. You were a woman, after all, and she couldn't do anything but give you advice.

You didn't even listen to Aonung's pleas. “Please. It's too dangerous”

“No”

“I can't let you go out there. At least, let me go with you”

“Once again: no. I will do what needs to be done, and I'll do it alone. It is the way”

So, you flew off with your Ikran towards the battlefield, with your mother and the other members of the clan.

You were like a fury in the sky. A raging fire. You kept shooting arrows at the soldiers of the RDA, never missing the target, while trying to find a way to get onto the ship.

When you finally saw your siblings, you got off your Ikran and dived down into the sea, trying to reach them without being noticed.

As you were finally about to reach your destination, you saw him: Payakan. He managed to bring most of the people that were on the ship down, and he broke most of the machineries too. When he suddenly stopped, you knew that it was your cue to go and save the kids.

The next few moments seemed like a blur. You fought with the soldiers trying to get them away from Tuk, Tsireya Kiri and Lo'ak, and you were so distraught that you didn't even see Neteyam joining in.

“Y/n!”

“Y/n! Finally!”

“It's okay, guys. I'm here. Neteyam, let's go— they're going to come back at any minute”

“No, guys, we need to save Spider. He's still in there!”

“What are you— we can't go!”

“Please, Y/n, Neteyam”

“Uh... Okay— Tsireya, you go with Tuk. Us three, we'll sort this out, all right?”

You immediately took one of the rifles that were on the ground; Lo'ak mimicked your actions, while Neteyam just walked into the inner parts of the ship without any way of protecting himself.

Never un your life had you taken part in such a violent battle. After finding Spider, you'd struggled to dodge the many bullets that were fired your way. Neteyam was in front of you, leading the group, while you were behind Lo'ak and Spider.

Seeing Tsireya with her Ilu calling your name felt like a ray of sunshine in a cloudy day: you were hopeful that everything was going to be all right.

However, when you jumped into the water and Lo'ak urged everyone to go away, you immediately knew that something was wrong.

“Skxawng!”

“Neteyam, what... fuck. FUCK!”

“What?”

“Lo'ak, he's been shot!”

“Let me take him—”

“No, I will. It is my duty”

You then called your Ikran and carefully put Neteyam's body on her back. Then, you jumped on and flew to the nearest surface you could find.

“Everything is going to be okay, I swear”

That's what you kept saying, more to yourself than to your younger brother. When you finally landed and had a chance to check on the wound that he'd been inflicted, you knew that there wasn't anything you could do.

“Y/n!”

“Father, mother, he's been— there is an exit wound”

“No, please”

“I can't do anything, I'm sorry”

You held onto Neteyam's hand, while keeping the other hand under his head for support.

“I want to go home”

“I know, Nete. Me too, me too. We're going to, I swear”

“Dad, I—”

“Neteyam. Neteyam! Oh, Great Mother, no! Please!”

Seeing the light fade from your brother's eyes was your breaking point. Your father hugged you tightly, while your mother and the others cried.

You couldn't bring yourself to part from your brother, so you stayed with Tsireya while the others went back to the ship to get Kiri and Tuk. When your eyes landed on the fatal wound once again, something happened within you: it wasn't the time ro mourn. Revenge is what you wanted.

“Tsireya, stay here. I'm going to come back in a second, all right? I just need to sort out a few things”

“But y/n, it's—”

“— dangerous? Yes. But I don't care”

Once again, you hopped onto your Ikran and flew over to the ship. You prepared your bow, and tried to kill anyone you could from up above; then, you jumped down and fought hand-to-hand with the others.

You hissed and screamed at the men who looked directly in your eyes. You were an unstoppable force, just like your mother, who was fighting on the other side of the ship.

There was so much adrenaline running through your veins that you didn't notice that you'd been shot at the thigh; it wasn't fatal, but you couldn't walk. You prayed to Eywa that you wouldn't die, and went on to look for your sisters and parents.

“Y/n!”

“Oh, you're his?”

“ *hiss* ”

“Yeah, you most definitely are”

“Demon! Get away from her, surrender pacifically. Or it won't end up well for you”

“You're just a kid, and you're alone. What can you do?”

“I am never alone”

The next few moments were hectic; your mother was raging, grief had consumed her, and she'd gone as far as to threaten Spider's life to save Kiri's. Then, as you were trying to get away, you were siphoned into one of the lower parts of the ship, along with Tuk and your mother.

Thanks to Eywa, Kiri had come to save you. You thanked the Great Mother countless times, before diving back to the surface and joining your father and Lo'ak to get to where Tsireya and Neteyam were.

Grieving was all you could do. On the day of Neteyam's funeral, you wore the Metkayina's traditional headdress and dove behind your mother, who was holding onto your younger brother's cocoon.

For a moment, you hoped that it was all a dream, and that would wake up in a second with Neteyam urging you to get ready. But when your parents dove into the water towards the tree of souls, you knew that it wasn't possible.

You cried as your brother's body was swallowed by the yellow Anemones, and looked over at Aonung and Tsireya, who were crying, too.

After Neteyam's death, all you wanted was to go back home. Awa'atlu didn't have any meaning to you anymore, all that was linked to the place was negative emotions and even worse memories.

Even though Tonowari had managed to convince your father to stay, you were set on flying to the High Camp; therefore, the day after your brother's funeral, you got everything ready and told your parents what you'd planned to do.

Needless to say, everyone was against it, including the clan leaders and their children. It was Lo'ak who came to talk to you at dawn, the day before you were supposed to go away.

“Please y/n, I beg you”

“I don't belong here. I belong with our people, and now that— now that Neteyam isn't here anymore, I can't stay. It hurts too much”

“I know, I know. I understand what you're going through, I am hurting too. But...”

“I'm old enough to take decisions by myself and you're not going to stop me, Lo'ak”

“I can't stop you, you're right. But at least do it for Tuk. Do it for our parents: they can't bear to stay away from their oldest after all that has happened”

“I know I should stay here and protect them, that is my duty. But for once I want to think about myself”

“Yeah, well— do whatever you want, but please do come back once in a while. Fish lips will surely miss you”

“Hey! Aonung does not like me like that! And I don't like him romantically!”

“Whatever you say, y/n.”

It had been so long since you last had a good laugh with your youngest brother, and you enjoyed that little moment you shared. You thought that Neteyam was going to do so as well, and you started thinking about the fact that you wouldn't be able to see him through the Omaticaya's tree of Souls. There was no way you were going to forget him.

That's when you realised that you couldn't leave. At least not immediately; maybe in a few weeks, when the situation calmed down. You had thought irrationally when you'd decided to leave Awa'atlu, but Lo'ak's words had bene of great help.

You thought that your life would have been miserable without Neteyam, who you shared the burden of being the oldest with. But you found new purpose living with the Metkayina as one of the people. You weren't the chief's daughter anymore: you were Y/n Te Suli Neytiri'te— just Y/n.

You had become very close friends with Aonung too, and Tsireya told you countless times that he had a massive crush on you. Romance wasn't on your mind, the boy knew that, so he didn't confess his love; he just promised that he would have been by your side no matter what, and you greatly appreciated that.

You'd become a hunter, as you couldn't be trained to be a Tsahik by Ronal (who had the duty to transmit her knowledge to her own daughter). When you first rode your Skimming, you felt free like you never did before.

The thought of Neteyam always lingered in your mind, but you cherished your memories with him instead of mourning.

One day, Ronal told you that by looking at you, she could tell that Eywa had something big in store. Perhaps, the Great Mother wanted you to be great, to be remembered in history, just like your father. But how?

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requested by: no one, but I hope you like this anyways 💛🌻✨

pairings: Thomas Shelby x reader, Arthur Shelby x reader (platonic), John Shelby x reader (platonic), etc.

warnings: cursing

a/n: this came out more like a one shot, tbh, but I really liked writing this piece so I got carried away!

feedbacks are always appreciated!

There wasn't any other place like Small Heath. That little yet full of life suburb in Birmingham had something that enthralled you and made you go back each time you were able to get some time off from your job as a writer.

Something. Or rather, someone.

That someone being none other than the second-born of Polly Gray's nephews. Thomas Shelby. You could say that he played a great role in your life; a central role, even.

You fiddled with the ring that you wore on your left hand's index finger and took a deep breath before walking into the Garrison pub. It was nightfall, and the place wasn't as crowded as you remembered it to be.

“May I— oh, Y/n! Didn't recognize ya for a moment!” Henry, the pub's owner, exclaimed, as you stepped closer to the counter. You smiled at the familiar face, then, before you could even formulate the question, the auburn-haired man pointed to the private room that was usually reserved for the Peaky Blinders “They're having a meeting. I suggest you wait here, but I doubt they'll shoo you away”.

You muttered a 'thanks', smiling once again before turning to the door that led to the aforementioned room. You knocked twice, then paused and knocked three times more.

There was a distinguishable chattering coming from the inside, and more than one of the Shelby brothers cursed in annoyance. After a few moments someone asserted that you could come in, and you did so almost immediately.

Fuck. If you'd been able to say that word out loud, you definitely would've.

The first thing you set your eyes on was the bottle of Gin that was on the table, along with a few glasses and cigarettes.

“Y/n.” those words made you raise your head in order to meet the man's eyes. It was Thomas himself who'd spoken, whereas his brothers were speechless. “Thomas.” you responded “Arthur. John. It's a pleasure to see you again”.

Silence reigned in the room, and you fiddled with your ring once again. You were starting to regret going back to Small Heath— maybe, you thought, you could go to Galway instead and find new sources of inspiration there.

“Uhm... I'm writing a new novel” you began “Yeah. That's why I'm here”.

“You're lying” John pointed out, smirking “We all know why you're here, Mrs. Shelby.” “ You and Tommy have some unfinished business, eh?” added Arthur, who was promptly invited to fuck off by his younger brother.

After a few interminable moments of silence, John turned to Thomas and not-so-discreetly asked him whether he and Arthur had to leave the two of you alone. Thomas nodded, and soon after it was only the two of you inside the room. You sat down in front of him, and he softly smiled when he realized that the ring you were wearing was the one he'd gifted you many years prior.

“Mrs. Y/n Shelby... that sounds nice, eh?” Thomas observed, while lighting a cigarette. You nodded in response, and he kept on talking “We should have made the leap, a long time ago”

“Yes, we should've” you replied “But we were too young, Tom. The war— it has changed the both of us. Me, after the serving in the Red Cross. You, after the battle of the Somme. We couldn't take such an important decision when we were about to be sent off to God knows where and didn't know whether we would have come back alive or in a casket”

Thomas took a drag of his cigarette and puffed out the smoke before he spoke.

“Well, now that we're back... What do you say we continue from where we left off?”

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requested by: anonymous, I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairings: Jaskier x reader, Geralt of Rivia x reader (platonic)

warnings: none

a/n: I tired to make this imagine as fluffy as possible, but I just couldn't help but add a little bit of angst!

feedbacks are always appreciated!

It had been so long since you saw him last. His hair was longer, and he dressed differently. He must have went though hell you thought, and you were grateful that Geralt had found him just in time and brought him to your shed.

“Y/n, you've—” he muttered “— you've changed”

“That is true, my dear Jaskier” you pointed out “I kept the promise. I trained hard, and I became a hunter. Am I finally a hero?”

The bard smiled softly and responded with a nod of his head; then, he cautiously took a step closer to you. You instinctively took a small step back, and it was almost painful to see the man's hurt look.

“She's been through... a lot” Geralt explained, addressing Jaskier while putting a hand on your shoulder in hopes that it would reassure you “And now, all I want is for her to be happy”

You looked up at Geralt and then turned to Jaskier; he was clearly surprised by what the Witcher had said, and you were too. His deep and sentimental words made you realize that, maybe, that was the right moment for you and the bard to rekindle the relationship that you were forced to interrupt many years prior.

“Jaskier, I—” you stammered “—I can't imagine what you've been through, but I do understand what you're feeling right now. I spent many years hoping that I'd see you again, and act like nothing happened. I don't want us to be apart any longer; that is, if you feel the same”.

You gulped: you were now more anxious than you'd ever been in your life, and Jaskier's quietness wasn't helping. You glanced towards Geralt again, and he smiled softly. Then, you took a deep breath and posed your question.

“So, Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove...” you began “What do you say?”

“Lady y/n, seeing that I want to stay by your side as long as you wish me to, and as long as my heart beats... my answer will be a very resolute yes”

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writerdream22 · 1 year

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Hello! Can I please request a fluffy gif imagine for Jaskier (The Witcher - TV show) x female reader with the prompt “Am I finally a hero?” please and thank you so much for your beautiful writing 💙

Hi anon, your request is currently in the queue!

I hope you have a great day/night —✨🌻💛

#writerdream22 #writerdream22 answers #thank you anon <3

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requested by: anonymous, I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairings (platonic): Steve Harrington x reader, Robin Buckley x reader, Dustin Henderson x reader, Erica Sinclair x reader

warnings: cursing, mentioning of drugs and blood

feedbacks are always appreciated!

Your head was throbbing. There was a possibility, you thought, that those russian soldiers had drugged you, because you weren't in complete control of your body or your words.

At the moment, you were in the elevator with Steve, Robin, and the kids. The three of you, who were supposed to keep an eye on Dustin and Erica, were now struggling to not fall over and throw up.

At some point, you could almost say that you were in a James Bond movie, but without the nice cars and the romantic scenes.

Well... there was Steve.

“Hey” you said, as he unexpectedly sat down next to you. He responded with a nod of the head, and you smiled.

“You know, you could be my Bond girl, Steve” you stated, earning a laugh from Robin and a confused look from everyone else in response “I mean, look at you. Your hair is so soft... seems like a cloud. Or that thing they make with the... Ah, yes! Cotton candy!”

“Is she all right?” Erica questioned, leaning over to Dustin as to not let you hear. “I don't think so” he responded “We must get the drugs out of her system as soon as we get to the top floor”.

Meanwhile, Robin was still laughing and it seemed like Steve was really thinking about becoming a Bond girl. “Think about it! You would be my companion, you'll wear amazing bathing suits, and... and you'll get to ride shotgun for once!” you remarked.

Steve gasped in surprise. “I get to ride shotgun?” he questioned, to which you nodded in response.

“Then yes, y/n. I'll be your Bond girl”

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writerdream22 · 1 year

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Hello there!! Can I please request an oneshot or gif imagine for Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) x reader with the prompt “Your hair is so soft…”, please? Thank you so much!!! 🌼

Hi anon! Thanks for requesting!

Your request is currently in the queue!

#— ✨🌻💛#writerdream22 #writerdream22 answers #anon ask

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requested by: @runnning-outof-time, I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader

warnings: none, except for a few curse words

feedbacks are always appreciated!

Peace. That was something you hadn't had in a very long time.

Firstly came the war, then the rivalry with Billy Kimber, with countless disagreements and quarrels along the way. You and Thomas had gone through it all together, and never left each other's side. Now, you were in the garden of Thomas's new mansion, which was a palace compared to what you'd seen in Small Heath.

Thomas was sitting on a chair which was right next to yours; you were reading the newspaper while he smoked one of his beloved cigarettes, even though he was well aware of the fact that, sooner or later, you would take it away.

Like usual, you soon got tired of reading and put the newspaper away, neatly folding it and laying it onto the ground. Without even thinking, you took Thomas's hand in yours.

“Y/n, come on” the dark-haired man said.

“What?” you questioned “I like the way your hand fits in mine, Tom. And even though you don't say it—”. With that, you drew closer to his figure and ended your sentence by saying “— you enjoy it as much as I do” and taking away the cigarette from his lips.

Thomas groaned in annoyance, before taking a new cigarette from the packet he had in his pocket and lighting it with the lighter you'd gifted him many years before.

“We were meant to be, you know that” he observed, taking a drag “Too bad that life got in the way, aye?”

“Aye” you responded, looking at the cigarette that you'd taken from Thomas's hands just a few moments prior before taking a drag. There were a few moments of silence before you started talking again.

“Tom, what if— what if we gave ourselves a chance at being happy?” you questioned.

The dark-haired man turned his head towards you, then chuckled. Quite understandably, you looked at him in confusion and he smiled.

“Well... Your proposal is very tempting. Seems to be quite convenient for the both of us” he observed “So yes, y/n. It would be an honour for me to be the reason for your happiness ”

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requested by: anonymous, I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairings: Dream of the Endless x reader, Roderick Burgess x reader, etc.

warnings: cursing, plus blood and violence might be mentioned

a/n: I unfortunately didn't think the 'soulmate/ seeing colours for the first time' trope fit with the series and Morpheus' character, so I tried to change it up a bit. I hope it's ok!

feedbacks are always appreciated!

You'd been hearing about the devil being held captive at the Burgess manor for a long time, and you were starting to think that maybe the rumors were true.

You weren't one to mess with the supernatural, not in the slightest. However, your family was involved in it, and you had a vast knowledge about the matter. The fact that your father had been invited to stay at the manor for a few days, though, seemed like the perfect occasion to prove whether the rumors were true or not.

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“We're here” your father stated, as you and your parents stepped off your car and walked towards the entrance to the Burgess manor “Don't do anything that would embarrass me, y/n. Roderick was nice enough to welcome us into his home, and I don't want you to ruin this for me and your mother”.

“Yes, father.” you simply responded, while struggling to hold your suitcase.

Your father was about to say something else, when the door opened and on the other side were three people: two servants, and an old man who seemed to be Mr. Burgess himself. “Ferdinand! It's so nice to see you!” he exclaimed, greeting his friend and signaling for his servants to take our baggage; you refused their help, knowing very well that your parents' luggage would have already been too much to bring inside by themselves.

“Marge! And y/n! My, how you've grown! Come on in!” Mr. Burgess then said, before welcoming you into his majestic house. As you walked in, you noticed that all the furnishings were dark-coloured, which gave an ominous and eerie feeling to the whole space they covered.

While your father and your mother talked with the man, you started walking around and observing everything that was around you. All of a sudden, you stumbled upon a young man; he seemed to be about your age, and your memory suggested you that it was Alex, Roderick's son.

“Oh! I'm sorry!” he apologized “Oh, y/n! It's you!”.

“In the flesh” you stated, laughing as you hugged who you considered to be your childhood friend. “How's it been? Is Lucifer doing well in the basement?”

“Well, we both aren't well. And you — you shouldn't know about that”

“I know lots of things. And I would like to encounter this creature you're holding captive. Because —” you were distracted by a raven, which just so happened to squawk and fly out of a tree in that moment. “Because” you continued “The devil doesn't have ravens. The Lord of Dreams, however, does”

Alex seemed too scared to say anything, if not for a warning about what his ' special guest' was able to do. You shrugged your shoulders and went to reunite with your father, as not to anger him nor your mother too much.

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There were a hundred people that day at the party. At least. You'd tried to count them, to no avail, in an attempt to try and make time go by more rapidly.

Everyone seemed too immersed in their own conversation to notice that you were standing by yourself; not even Alex was there to keep you company, as he was running around to attend to his father's needs.

That's when you came up with an idea: why not go down the stairs that led to the manor's basement? It would be just a minute you thought to see if the rumors are true or not. Without a second thought, you made sure that no one was looking your way before descending into the Devil's lair.

You almost fell down a couple times, but you managed to get to the basement without a bruise.

“For the love of—” you cursed, as your eyes met the gigantic glass bowl and the seemingly sleeping man that was inside it.

You started walking around in circles, to analyze its structure, but when the 'Devil' suddenly held up his head you freezed. It wasn't for his beautiful face, nor for the fact that his eyes conveyed deep hatred and hurt.

It was because you'd seen things. There seemed to be a whole universe in the creature's eyes, and you couldn't help but be fascinated by it. It was like the world had brighter colours than before. After a short while, you figured that you had to say something, anything, to make him understand that you didn't have any bad intentions.

“Oneiros ”

He seemed to recognize that name, as his expression somewhat changed to one of surprise — so it is him after all you told yourself

“You.” he seethed. It was clear that he wanted to know who you were, so you introduced yourself.

“I saw them” the Lord of Dreams began, almost whispering as to not let anyone hear “The stars. The colours. Everything”.

“Everything?” you questioned, earning a subtle nod in response. “I came to get you out of here. And I don’t know how, but I hope I’ll find out a way while I’m here”.

It seemed like the dark-haired-figure was about to say something, but the sound of a few people walking down the stairs made you react instinctively by running to hide yourself behind a wall. As cliché as the situation was, it seemed like you’d gone unnoticed and tried to hear to what was being said.

“Roderick, this is him?”. It was my father’s voice. What the hell?

“Yes” the Magus responded, “I believe that with your abilities, you might be able to get him to do something for me”.

“I don’t think it would be wise of you to anger the Lord of Dreams, Morpheus. The Endless are known to be quite vengeful, especially when humans dare to treat them in such a way” my father observed, to which his friend responded, “He can’t do anything as long as we keep him inside that circle”.

Your father then sighed, clearly frustrated by Mr. Burgess’ way of thinking, then invited him to go back upstairs, stating that they couldn’t keep their guests waiting for them.

As to prevent your parents from getting more suspicious, you followed their path (careful not to be noticed) and went to the dining room.

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You couldn’t keep your mind away from the brief conversation you’d had with Morpheus. What he’d said about him seeing things after you’d walked into the basement was utterly confusing, but you never questioned whether something made sense or not since your whole family dealt with the Occult.

After that night, you tried to think of a way to free the Lord of Dreams without drawing too much attention, but it seemed to be impossible. There weren't any books in your possession nor in Mr. Burgess' that would have been of help.

While you and your mother drank tea in the manor's garden, you caught sight of a raven flying around. It was the same that you'd noticed the day before, and it was obviously there for a specific reason which was very clear to you since you did know who the Lord of Dreams and his companions were.

Your eyes widened. The raven might have helped, but how exactly?

Therefore, a couple of days later, you went back into the basement.

“The raven—” you blurted out “—it might help you. But I don't know how to communicate with it. Does it understand common tongue?”. The Endless nodded slowly, then pointed to the ceiling.

“Is it up there now? Nearby?” you questioned, to which he responded with a faint “Inside”.

“She's inside, good. Now I just need to—”

Almost immediately, the creature you'd been talking about flew into the room and landed on top of the sphere in which its master was detained; then, it started pecking at the glass surface in an attempt to break it.

Morpheus' eyes were now full of hope, and he slowly stood up as to beckon the raven to hurry up. When you started seeing a crack, you knew that it would have been mere minutes before he could escape.

But, Destiny had other plans.

All of a sudden, you heard the shot of a gun; and the raven was no more than blood splashed onto the sphere's surface. You didn't say anything, but turned around and met the eyes of your father, Mr. Burgess and Alex.

“Y/n, step away” said your father, to which you shook your head. “I don't want you to get hurt. Please, step away from the orb”

“I said no, father” you responded sternly, stepping right in front of the sphere “If you hurt him, you have to hurt me.”

Your eyes went to Mr. Burgess, then to Alex, then to your father. Then to Mr. Burgess again. His eyes were fixed onto Morpheus, who was staring at you.

The old man smirked, then quickly walked in your direction and grabbed your arm. You exclaimed a 'No!' before he also grabbed your neck and made you face the Eternal.

“I'll tell you what, Dream Lord” he said “I will do no harm to miss Y/l/n if you give me what I want”

At that moment, the dark-haired man was clearly preoccupied, and so was your father since he was begging Roderick to let you go.

“Don't touch me, you —” you shouted, only to be interrupted by the white-haired man who questioned “What if I do? Your friend can't do anything. But I can free him if he gives me something in return”

At that point, the Lord of Dreams was clearly torn about what to do. His eyes conveyed sadness and despair, and you silently hoped that somehow, he might have escaped without your help.

You started thinking about different scenarios that could have taken place from that moment on, and something in your mind clicked. The circle.

While Roderick was concentrated on Morpheus, you put your foot onto the spell — that, in your opinion, had been made horribly — and smudged it in the best way possible. You then looked at the Eternal, whose eyes were still fixed onto you, and that's when he saw that you'd given him the perfect opportunity to escape.

Little did you know, he wasn't going to leave you behind.

He turned to look at the man who was holding you hostage, and his expression changed to one that conveyed rage. “So, what do you say, Dream Lord?” Mr. Burgess threateningly questioned.

“I say... that you die”

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