#hazard lockscreens

[ratatatastic]

"Now the Oilers take away, Skinner's to centre, hit by Kulikov. Oh! And then a big hit by Gadjovich!" "And they go after him..." "Yeah, action between the benches! Play continues. Luostarinen the feed! Here's Lundell! In front, Mikkola scores! It's Niko Mikkola to tie the game at 4!" "Well, the Oilers were too preoccupied, between the benches there was a Players' Association meeting. And meanwhile the Panthers got control of the puck in the offensive zone and some nifty passing and timely play by Mikkola coming in! Here's the hit on Skinner, and then the Oilers decide, 'Oh! We're gonna go after Gadjovich!' And meantime the Panthers—Luostarinen, Lundell—and he just feathers this puck. Look at Lundell, the backhand and timed perfectly, and Mikkola. As I said Skinner will go down and get that puck over top of him. And we got a tie game." "Lundell, second assist—primary on the last two goals. The Panthers have battled back after Oilers got three [goals] in a row to go up a pair there in the second [period.]"

"Here's a chance. Mikkola scores! Niko Mikkola gets the goal—13:07 left to go in this third period—as he sneaks in and Mikkola has tied it!" "Well, everything is happening in front of the benches and play kinda stopped. A lot of the Oilers get involved, but play continues on. As this is going on right in front, Skinner upset, the puck's gonna go in the Edmonton zone and it's Bouchard, good pressure, the turnover. And how about this play by Lundell to Mikkola? And no mistake! Mikkola, his third. Great patience by Lundell, face the defender down and finds Mikkola."

florida panthers @ edmonton oilers | 12.16.24 (x)(x)(x)(x)

[stayevildarling]

Cordelia Goode x Reader- Hidden Desires

A/N: based on this request 🤍

tw/tags: nsfw, smut, mommy kink, enchanted strap on, breeding kink, blowjob

word count: 3.5k

taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker , @billiebeanhoward , @lanawinters-ily , @kenzbro , @minaslittleone , @httpfiftyshadesofgay @whitelotus00 , @ninaahelvar , @paulsonsratched , @vintagepaulson , @isle-of-earle , @grilledcheeseandguavajelly , @lucyintheskywithxanax , @fanfics4world , @mymiraclewitch , @hazard-to-myself , @awritersometimes , @wastdstime , @p1pecleanerwitheyes , @queen2234 , @ihartnat , @lifebyinez , @ahsatanizgay, @laavaagirl, @wtfffisgoingonn

The days had grown colder lately, a constant chill in the air whenever you left the academy and stepped into the world. Today in particular it had been so cold that you could feel it trying to enter the safe academy but the fireplace and warm atmosphere kept it warm always. When you woke beside your lover Cordelia that morning, your eyebrows furrowed, it being more whiter and lighter than it should be and as you took a glimpse out the window, you saw the snow covered gardens, feeling a little excited.

With the weekend approaching, the witches had left to do their own things for the next two days, either going to their families or activities outside the coven which- as much as you loved them- you appreciated having Delia to yourself and by your side. The supreme and you needed to do one more thing tonight, a council meeting at another coven before being able to enjoy the weekend together. The two of you had talked about going on a nice walk to a lake nearby, possibly even ice skating or for dinner one night. So far today, you both had breakfast together, Cordelia making you some pancakes, giggling together and speaking about anything and everything.

During lunch she worked in her office, giving you some time to adjust for the upcoming week, preparing your own classes for the witches and doing some housework around the academy. Eventually, the two of you reconnected over some coffee, sitting on the supreme‘s lap as she made you smile, booping your nose and holding you close as the world outside faded, snowflakes falling softly in the background and completing the scene. The blonde was mostly ready and so you decided to leave her for a moment, taking a quick shower before getting ready and dressed for the council meeting.

As soon as you stepped away from the kitchen table, entering the bathroom, your phone chimes and Cordelia brushes it off, focusing on her coffee and the warmth her favorite mug provided. But when it buzzed again and again, curiousity gets the better of her and she glances over your lockscreen, some notifications coming into view, your favorite photo of the supreme and you set as your background photo. She furrows her eyebrows when she sees it‘s from tumblr as she had no idea you used the app to begin with. Her eyes dart back to the stairs you ascended moments ago before putting your phone down and walking to the sink and washing her cup. Her eyes dart back to your phone and she can‘t help herself as she unlocks it, her face ID set on it as well as neither of you had secrets ever.

The supreme clicks on the app before seeing your account but when she swipes the notification her eyebrows raise in surprise, seeing a set of photos with a character of a show the two of you had watched a little while ago after you suggested it. By the time she reads the title and shortly after the warnings, she quickly connected the dots, realizing this was a work of fiction. But then her eyes dart back to the warnings and she gulps as she realizes just what you had been reading, realizing you are on the persons taglist for further updates on the story. Mommy kink, Enchanted Strap-On, Blow Job, Degradation, Breeding. Her eyes read over the words over and over again, in disbelief you are actually into these kinds of things. She can‘t help herself from exploring further, clicking on your profile and seeing how you had shared the specific storie‘s other chapters with hashtags that she couldn‘t quite believe.

The two of you had been keeping things casual, you having been at the academy for years and there always having been a spark between you both but the blonde struggling to accept her feelings after her past but eventually doing so and the two of you having been together for months. Of course you had been intimate but things had been mostly vanilla so far, neither of you quite sure what the other one liked yet but Cordelia had no idea you were into these specific things. With a swift motion she closes the app and locks your phone, going on her own and googling the specific story so she could read it later on tonight and do some of her own research. If this was what you were into- she was going to make sure you could experience it, the supreme enjoying those things a little more than she had led you to believe and wanting to take things slow with you.

By the time you make it back downstairs, you see the supreme waiting with her keys and you join her, your girlfriend opening the car door for you and treating you like her little princess as always. „You look great“ she whispers before kissing your cheek and beginning to head to the nearby academy. But there was something different about her tonight and you could tell. The way her fingers tapped against the steering wheel, the way she hummed along to the songs and how she seemed a million miles away. Even during the council meeting you could tell she wasn‘t truly herself and you couldn‘t help yourself once you both got a break, finding her before checking in. „You okay Delia?“ you ask before she nods reassuringly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

But even that night she seemed preoccupied and you couldn‘t quite place what was bothering her until the next day. It started innocently enough, the two of you enjoying breakfast together before the blonde disappeared into the greenhouse for a while. About an hour later, she finds you in the living room, the fireplace keeping you warm as you are snuggled in a blanket, skipping through the tv and eventually settling on a programme. She sits down beside you before opening her arms and you settle into her before a sense of quiet washes over you, happy to have the supreme in your arms and the weekend to yourselves. Her fingers trail down your back before she glances at you, watching your eyes focused on the TV.

„You know“ she begins, catching your attention as you glance at her. „That show you made us watch a while ago?“ she asks casually as you glance back at the TV. „Hmm which one?“ you ask, remembering quiet a few the two of you had watched recently. „You know the one with the witches?“ she asks and you nod before smiling „Agatha all along?“ and she nods „That‘s the one“. There is silence for a little bit as you both glance back to the television before you snap out of it. „What about it Dee?“ you ask as you miss the slight smirk curling on her lips. „You really liked that woman didn‘t you? Agatha?“ she asks and you nod, not quite understanding the little game she is playing yet. „Yeah she‘s cool“ you brush her off casually before she carries on, not nearly done with you yet.

„Because it turns out“ she carries on as her hand travels from your back a little lower. „I stumbled upon your tumblr profile a few days ago and sweetheart- I did not expect that“ she laughs a little as your eyes snap open and head turns towards her in an instant. „You um.. what?“ you ask a little dumbfounded as you suddenly remember every single one of your posts and how much you had been thirsting over your favorite celebrities and shows on there. „How did you find it?“ you ask before she tuts a little „Well sweetie, it doesn‘t help if you use the same username for every single social media platform“ she chuckles and you gulp, knowing she was right about that one for sure. „But what made you think of tumblr specifically?“ you ask, trying to take the attention away from what she probably saw a little.

„Well remember when you were in the shower yesterday? your phone kept buzzing and I thought it may be important but it turns out it was just some Agatha story“ she explains, so casually and composed it causes your heart to beat ten times faster than before. There is silence again as you bite the inside of your lip, your cheeks burning red at this point. „I had no idea you enjoyed little stories like that and I gotta say that one was… suprising“ she teases as your eyes widen further. „You mean.. you read it?“ you ask, unsure whether this may be a fever dream after all. „I did and I especially enjoyed your little hashtag reviews. What was it again?“ she asks, causing your whole body to tremble under her intense gaze and her words. „Please Mommy? I need this?“ she recalls your words and you avoid her gaze, feeling utterly embarrassed about the whole thing but your legs squeezing together nevertheless at her suggestive tone.

„Oh don‘t be embarassed darling, I had no idea you were into those things“ she coos as her hand meets your chin, fingers gently tilting you back towards her gaze. „You know the good thing is.. I‘m the supreme after all so an enchanted strap is no big deal if that‘s what you want sweet girl“ she explains casually and your eyes widen yet again, mouth hanging slightly open at her words. You knew Cordelia was more experienced than you, knowing she was into kinky stuff as well as she would undeniably always be on top but you could tell she was often holding back that side of her and with how new things had been between you and how slow you had been taking it, it didn‘t bother you at all. But hearing her words you feel both in disbelief but at the same time more turned than you ever had been before.

Both of your eyes lock as your own dart between her eyes and lips, feeling a deep hunger and desire taking over, wanting nothing more than to experience those things with her. In a brave attempt you move closer, capturing her lips in your own and the supreme isn‘t holding back, her hand moving to the back of your head and pulling you in further, tongue swiping over your bottom lip making you moan in response before entering your mouth and exploring you. „Delia please“ you whine after a minute of intense kissing before she smirks into the kiss. „If you want all of those things sweetie, I‘m gonna need you to say it“ she explains and you fake pout as you look at her with big doe eyes. „Please Delia?“ you whine but she shakes her head with a chuckle. „Adress me properly darling“ she instructs and your eyebrows furrow, too taken back by your own desire and how the afternoon had turned out to think straight, not that you ever were.

„Please Ms Supreme?“ you try in a desperate attempt, lunging forward again and hands finding her collar, pulling slightly, remembering she enjoyed when you called her that once. „Nuh uh“ she tuts and you look at her when you realize what she wants. „I can‘t“ you whisper, suddenly feeling utterly shy and embarrassed. „Come on darling, I know this is what you want“ she whispers as she reaches your ear, nibbling on it gently. In a swift motion, she lays you down, the supreme climbing on top of you as she begins kissing your neck, leaving marks that you were sure would stay for weeks to come. Her mouth explores your body, almost like she usually would, but there was a newfound hunger and desire and it drove you insane as your moans filled the quiet living room.

She didn‘t waste much time, with a flick of her wrist ridding you of your entire clothing, a pile appearing on the floor beside you while she remains fully dressed on top of you. Her eyes dart to your trembling hands, taking one of them and squeezing as she begins kissing down your chest, finding your hardened nipples and taking one into her mouth, swirling her tongue and keeping eye contact with you, as you try hard to keep your own eyes open, feeling like you might explode any second from this alone. Before things get any more heated and before she goes near where you need her, she stands abruptly, causing your eyes to rip open as she begins undressing herself, slow and gentle and so Cordelia. Before you can speak, she flicks her wrist again, the strap tugged on her waist, causing you to gasp as you see the dildo and how undeniably hot your girlfriend looks like that.

„All you need to do is say the words“ she teases with a smirk and you fight through the trembling of your voice, the burned cheeks as you compose yourself, quickly sitting before glancing at her. In a swift motion you get on your knees, looking up at her before whispering „May I please, mommy?“ she smiles widely before nodding „Good girl“ the blonde praises before you put your hands around her, seeing the little sparkles of the incarnation and knowing it means she would feel everything you are about to do. You begin slow and almost teasingly, seeing how her chest heaves and her breathing hitches and while she forces her eyes closed, you take your chance before taking her into your mouth. Just the tip at first, never having done this before and only so far have read about it in fanfiction. „Oh god“ she cries out as you keep pushing her further into your mouth, supressing the need to gag and not taking her fully as she chose a rather large toy after all.

Her pupils blow as her hands fist your hair, gently guiding you back and forth, feeling every sensation of your mouth and tongue and internally grateful she decided to snoop through your phone the day before. In a swift motion she pulls you up gently, taking you into her arms before laying you back down on the large sofa. As she lays you down, she balances on her knees, the two of you suddenly feeling the urge and need to experience this together, not caring about anymore foreplay or the usual stuff. „Are you sure you want..“ she begins but you nod frantically „Yes mommy please“ you supress the need to scream in desperation as your desperate eyes find hers. „Okay okay“ she chuckles before carefully aligning herself with your wet core.

The second she slides her cock inside you you moan, the sensation unlike anything you had ever felt before. You had tried a toy on yourself before but this felt so much more like what you assume to be the real thing, seeing how she slowly sinks into you, her nipples hard, chest heaving and mouth agape as she bites her lips, suppressing the need to scream herself as she never anticipated this to feel that good. The supreme can feel how tight you are, your walls practically swallowing her hardened dick as she slowly begins moving her hips in synch with yours, hands frantically searching yours as the feeling almost takes her breath away. „Mommy“ you whisper as you throw your head to the side in pleasure, gripping her thighs, your nails leaving marks as you dig into the skin. But your girlfriend couldn‘t care less, the feeling of having you like this, feeling like she may be high.

The two of you quickly get addicted to the feeling and you couldn‘t deny how much it turned you on to have her on top of you, inside you and filling you up so well, praises falling from her lips as her hands explore your body and lips find yours hungrily. She changes positions after a while, the two of you desperate to try this together and eventually she has you wrapped around her body, legs around her as she carries you upstairs, the sofa suddenly too small for this. The blonde takes you to bed, the door slamming shut as she presses you against it, still inside you as tears stream down your cheeks from the pleasure, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. „Delia please“ you whine as she lays you down and before you know it you are on your stomach, the supreme behind you as she begins pounding into you from behind.

The only sound in the quiet bedroom and academy is the sound of skin slapping, Cordelia on her knees again as she pounds into you, no sign of any vanilla as this was so much more intense and intimate, her magic bounding you two as you can both feel each other‘s magic flowing through your veins. And considering she was the supreme, it only made the feeling stronger and the pure bliss streaming through your body. „Mommy please I‘m gonna“ you breathe but she stops you as her hand travels to your throat „Just a little longer darling, you are doing so well“ she praises and you nod as you force yourself to hold it in, the sensation driving you crazy. It doesn‘t take long before you are on your back again, the supreme now laying on top of you as your hips move in synch, lips hungrily finding each other and hearts beating in synch against each other‘s chests.

„You are so tight, god- you feel so good sweetie“ she whispers and you can‘t help the loud moan that follows when she speeds her movements. „Cordelia.. mommy please“ you cry, tears still flowing down your cheeks from the pure bliss of it all. Her hand finds your cheek, wiping them gently before she hungrily explores your mouth again. Despite your entire body about to give out, you begin arching your back, moving your hips into her and the new slight angle causes the older woman to moan as she feels her own orgasm approaching. „Please mommy cum for me- I want you to fill me up please“ you cry and her eyes close at hearing your words, using the last bit of her strength to go even deeper and faster and before you both know it, you feel her juices coating your walls, your cum dripping down her dick as your orgasms wash over you. „Oh sweetheart“ she pants as a gutteral scream escapes you.

Your girlfriend swallows the rest of your moans with her mouth, sweaty foreheads touching as your mouths are open, kissing and gasping for air all at the same time. Neither of you manage to move, hips still slowly moving as neither of you want this feeling to stop, the smell of honey and your mixed cums in the air and your ragged breathing echoing in the room. The sensation is beyond anything you had ever felt before, every single muscle in your body relaxing after tensing so much before, your heart tingling with love for your girlfriend.

There is silence for a while, the only sound in the room your ragged breathing mixing together and by the time you open your eyes, you see the blonde beautiful angel, her hair sprawled across your chest. Her eyes are closed as her fingers ghost over your skin and there is a faint smile on her lips. „Delia..“ you whisper and her eyes find yours as your eyes lock. „That was..“ you begin but she swallows your words by kissing you before whispering „I know sweet girl“. The blonde moves slightly and thats when the familiar tension returns to your core as you feel her moving inside you as she still hadn‘t pulled out of you, neither of you wanting the feeling to end.

And as your eyes meet again, the desire returns and she moves back gently before you take over, laying her down and climbing on top of her before you allign her by now hardened enchanged strap with your entrance again. Her eyes widen in disbelief as she watches you sink into her fully, a sigh of bliss escaping her as she watches you bounce on her, up and down, tits bouncing and eyes closing as you grip her hands. She holds you tightly in place, moving her hips to reach into you even deeper. „You‘re so hot Y/N“ she whispers as the two of you are about to reach your orgasm together again.

„I‘m so glad. - I accidentally read that“ the supreme pants underneath you and you smirk before whispering „Accidentally huh?“ and the two of you giggle for a moment before you turn your focus back on how you feel inside each other. And if one thing was for sure, there was not gonna be any vanilla sex anytime soon, not with how good Cordelia made you feel tonight and how this side of you turned your girlfriend even crazier for you.

[stayevildarling]

thank you for the tag @lucyintheskywithxanax 🫶🏼 I love these. love the lockscreen and river photo🥰

tagging: @stepintomyworld, @billiebeanhoward, @hazard-to-myself, @isle-of-earle, @iwantscarlettandlizzie and anyone who sees this🤍

I was tagged by @winters-witch24 to share my lock screen, the last song I listened to, the last photo in my camera roll, and the last movie I watched! Thank you for the tag, lovely!! 🤍✨

I tag: @welshdragonrawr @lucyintheskywithxanax @darling-dontforgetme @pearplate @thedeconstructionisttake2 @queens-of-my-life

[sportsedits]

Eden Hazard headers and lockscreens

Like or reblog if you save

[futebolonly]

eden hazard lockscreens

like ou créditos no @futebolpacks no twitter

[munchedits]

eden hazard

like or credits to driesmrtens on twitter.

[mikeyinbrooklyn]

AHHH MY WALL IS GROWING

luffy was first one (his outline was THICK and i didn’t know how to make skin tones-)

sanji and zoro were my 2nd and 3rd but imma redo them to maybe them in wano since i think it’ll be cleaner (sanji is gone for now we miss u bb <\3)

zero two(not shown) was my 4th tht i made for a friend

kyoya was my 5th with a frame from daiso and honestly my cleanest one

corazon was my 6th and possibly a tie of my favorite one besides caesar

caesar clown was my 7th and also one of my favorites bc i love him but i like blasted him with a hairdryer bc i’m impatient and now he has bubbles in him-

and my most recent one is kakashi which is going to be sold (hopefully) to a classmate of mine.

extremely happy! i’ve been painting to avoid all the naps i’ve been taking

[w-promesse]

Lockscreen

Old photo of Eden

[randomfooty]

random chelsea fc lockscreens

[realmexdrid]

Eden Hazard + Gold lockscreens

like or reblog if you save or use! Thanks :)

[stayevildarling]

can you write a hurt/comfort (w happy ending) fic reader x billie dean with the angst prompts „of course i‘m here, where else would i be?“ and „i missed you so much“♥️ love your work

Billie Dean Howard x Reader- The Haunting of your medium

A/N: Hi everyone, I wrote this with @lucyintheskywithxanax and I'm so excited about this. It was an honour to write with you woman <3 you are a genius

word count: 3.4k

tw: mention of death, cursing, angst

taglist: @lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay,@whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson,@isle-of-earlee,@paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime

It’s late as you wake up, the sun already reaching the top of the birch tree in the backyard. Still consumed by your sleepiness, you stir a little as a shiver runs through your body, searching for any sign of warmth in the large bed. However you are met with emptiness as you can’t find the comfort of your girlfriend. Vaguely remembering she is filming her show at the moment, you sigh a little before checking the time. As you reach for your phone, you are blinded momentarily by the bright sensation. The absence of any messages or calls startles you a little. Usually by now, Billie would have called a few times or at least texted you about her day. However there was nothing, no notification, no messages, no missed calls. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion a little as you make your way out of bed and into the kitchen as the lack of food sends little hunger pains through your stomach. 

Walking towards the kitchen through the large hallway, you smile a little at the various artworks on the walls, some of Billie’s favorites that she purchased from one of her favorite artists. As you brush past the last one of them, you chuckle a little as you see a framed photo of you and Billie, your favorite one so far. 

It was an unusually cold day, the kinda unusual that all the news were reporting and talking about it. And when the first snowflakes softly coated the trees outside, you knew somehow that this was going to be a good day. It was one of Billie’s days off and you assumed as you woke and slowly started the day with the medium, that you were going to spend it inside the warmth of your apartment. Hours filled in the embrace of each other and soaking in each other's warmth. Billie eventually beamed after making you and herself a cup of coffee, lazily scrolling on her phone.

You knew this meant she had one of those genius ideas that you couldn’t refuse. In the end she took you to a building, refusing to tell you beforehand where she was taking you. ,,Wrap yourself up nice and warm babydoll’’ was all she gave away. As her car pulled into the parking lot you still had no clue. It was some sort of entertainment center but you had no idea what the two of you were going to do there. As she takes you inside excitedly, her features beaming with pride, your heart fluttered.

,,Howard, I called ahead’’ she explained to the man at the front desk. The pieces connected after the person asked for your shoe sizes and Billie was handed two pairs of ice skates. You had never been before and as you stepped into the cold ice rink, you felt a little nervous. However as the music played through the speakers, Billie held your hand and dragged you onto the ice. She was certainly not the best at this but the two of you managed to steady each other out. After a while she noticed your shivering and retreated a Beanie from her handbag.

And so in matching beanies the two of you danced around the ice, hearts tapping against each other’s chest full of excitement. ,,Here babydoll’’ she beamed as she dorkily took the selfie. And thats the story of your favorite photo with the medium that made it inside a frame of your apartment and the lockscreen photo of your phone. 

As you heat up some leftovers from the day before and make your way to the sofa, flipping through the channels of the tv you can’t help but miss the medium. From the start you knew she was a busy woman, filming her show and traveling all over to put her gift of being a medium to good use. However, you couldn’t help but miss the little sunshine in your life always making you smile with her antics and dorky self. Always making you feel safe as her brown eyes would meet yours and her hands lingered on your body somewhere.

Startled by the sudden noise, you are interrupted by the sound of your phone and you can’t help but smile, your heart warming up a little as you expect Billie to finally call. However as your eyes meet the screen, you see an unfamiliar number. Hesitantly you press the green button and wait for the other person to speak. 

,,Hello, is this Y/N?’’ the voice speaks, a serious tone. You nod before realizing the person can’t see you, as you try to think about where you heard that voice before. 

,,Yes, who is this?’’ you ask a little confused, your heartrate picking up by the minute. 

,,My name is Tristana’’ she starts and suddenly the name rings a bell. ,,One of Billie’s producers’’ she carries on explaining. 

,,Oh hi’’ you exclaim, a little less serious now, realising who is on the other end and Billie having talked about her before plenty of times. 

,,I’m afraid I have some bad news’’ she begins to explain and your heart seems to get caught in your throat. 

,,Something happened while filming the last episode’’ she begins and as she talks you through the details you feel yourself drifting away. ,,I’m so sorry’’ is all you hear before you completely zone out. 

As your phone falls into your lap, tears begin to flood from your eyes. This couldn’t be real. The medium was always so careful, never going into anything alone, always reading situations and sometimes even deciding against certain gigs in order to keep her and her crew safe. You think back to the times where she told you she was filming in a hotel and the horror stories that caused you to have nightmares for weeks. 

You stand up, walk up to the kitchen to make yourself more coffee. Through the window you can see that the sun has climbed a little higher up the sky. 

She couldn’t be gone, you think, pouring coffee into your mug, your Billie couldn’t be gone, you keep thinking to yourself before your vision eventually fills with little stars and black spots at the same time, the crying and hyperventilating causing your body to shut down. Protecting you from the grasp the awful news has had on you. 

There’s a burn then, on your hands. You look down to see your mug lying in pieces on the floor, something dark trickling down your fingers. Oh well, you think. Billie’s dead. 

When you come to your senses next, you’re standing in the living-room yet again. The TV is still on, and on the screen you see someone smiling and then another person is running on a beach. It would be nice, you think, to go to the sea this summer with Billie. You both enjoy the sea air and you would love to see again what Billie looks like in the Mediterranean sun. Maybe Italy, you think, making your way back towards the kitchen. Billie loves Italy. And the light there - so bright and intense and pouring gold onto her face so you could see every small detail of it, and weaving gold into her hair, and flashing gold into her eyes, and -

Oh well, you think. But Billie’s dead.

A sob tears through your throat as the depth of the news slowly begins sinking in. You can’t breathe, you realize vaguely - and then it hits you all at once - you can’t breathe. 

Panic shoots through your veins as you lean against the kitchen counter for support, fingers scratching at your shirt collar, trying to scratch through it at bare skin to maybe let some air in because you can’t breathe and Billie isn’t here and shouldn’t she be here by now? But Tristana had said, and Billie was - 

A gasp. 

You wake up with a jerk. It’s like being pushed into the world for a second time, or reality reclaiming its place. The solid bed under your body, the walls of your room, the sunlight streaming in through your window. It had all been a terrible dream. 

You sink back into the bed with a breath of relief.

Your chest feels tight, your cheeks damp from crying. The birds outside your window are chirping happily, not remotely matching the deep sadness you are feeling, the shock still very present, rippling through your body. Trying to open your eyes, you immediately squeeze them shut again, the reality of facing today way too terrifying. Usually Billie and you would spend your Sunday mornings together, cuddling in each other's arms, having coffee together before Billie would sneak to the balcony for a smoke and you would sneak up on her to scare her before hugging her. Today, even this feels like too heavy a task.

Heavily, you roll over to reach for Billie on her side of the bed. Your fingertips brush against the sheet only to find emptiness. 

Your eyes flash open. 

“Billie?” you call out, weakly. It doesn’t make sense : Billie likes to sleep in on Sunday mornings. She would never miss an opportunity to cuddle in bed with you while the world outside slowly stirs. It doesn’t make sense, you think again, and panic gives another wild, violent kick in your chest.

“Billie?” You sit up on the bed, arms shaking. “What…? Billie?” It’s merely a whisper, a frightened little thing, too scared to carry. On trembling legs you quickly cross to the door and call out again. 

Billie isn’t in the living-room either. The kitchen is empty. So is the bathroom, and all the stupid corridors in-between, and the backyard basks lazily in the sun. 

“Billie where the fuck are you?” you croak out. The birds sing something lovely and sweet back at you.

But it was just a dream, you think, leaning against the wall for support as you try to suck air in. Billie’s gone out to buy some fancy breakfast, or she got an emergency call, or - it was just a dream. 

Is she away for work? You can’t remember. You can’t think through the panic. Is she actually working? You could have sworn she was lying in bed with you just a few minutes before. But is she actually somewhere off chasing spirits, some haunted mansion you can’t remember facing death and risking her life and dying?

In the living-room lies one of Billie’s spring coats, lazily draped over the back of a chair. You could swear she had worn it just the day before, had dropped it there somewhat carelessly because It was but an old thing, worn, with a frayed sleeve anyway, and she had said it would be so nice to take you shopping with her so she could get a new one. Numbly you reach for it, press the fabric between your thumb and index. 

You close your eyes, try to take deep, slow breaths instead of the pathetic, frightened little huffs that are hurting your chest. You try to think through the panic - is Billie actually at work? The panic closes in on you with a horrible smile.

And it’s too much, too much space that Billie should have occupied but doesn’t, and too much sun and too many lovely bird songs. Half sobbing, half wheezing, you stumble back to the bedroom with Billie’s coat clutched to your chest, pressing the soft fabric to damp cheeks and breathing in the scent that still clings to it. Cigarette smoke and lemon.  

You collapse on the bed and draw the cover over your head and in the dim light you close your eyes. If the world refuses to make sense then you would block it out till it got reasonable again. 

You curl in on yourself and bury your face in Billie’s coat and breathe in the cigarette smoke and lemon scent as you cry. 

Your thoughts are interrupted as the sound of heels fills your ears, the all too familiar sound immediately makes you feel sick, your face growing pale and tears continuing to stream down your cheeks. You squeeze your knees to your chest, rocking back and forth, head shaking as the tapping of the heels comes closer with each second passing. 

,,Babydoll?’’ you hear, her voice still sounding so real and her features very visible in your memory. 

As you eventually come to your senses and peek out from under the cover, you see the medium walking in, the soft glow from the sun rising behind you, coating her perfect features. ,,Billie’’ you begin sobbing uncontrollably. 

The tapping of the heels starts again as she approaches, her features filled with concern and confusion. 

Suddenly you feel the bed dip a little, as she tries reaching out for you. You back away, into the comfort of the sheets wrapped around you. Billie had told you about her work a few times, the ghosts that had haunted the families she worked with, and of course you believed her, watching her show frequently and her asking you to be on set with her but this was something else.

,,Sweetheart, look at me’’ she coos, again trying to reach out. But you back away again, the tricks your mind is playing on you too vivid, too real. 

,,I already miss you so much Billie’’ you choke on a sob, unable to face the haunting of your medium in front of you.  

,,Darling, please look at me’’ she demands, unable to understand your sobbing form and her concern growing by the minute. 

Finally, you muster the courage to look at her and as you do, she cups your cheeks. You gasp at her touch, unable to believe this could be so real. She was dead, right? 

But exhaustion was creeping up on you slowly, you couldn’t do anything besides hyperventilate and cry and so as a result, Billie scoops you into her arms, shushing and holding you gently until unconsciousness takes over once again. 

Stirring from sleep, your eyes widen as the confusing events from the past few minutes creep up on you. However, a soft set of arms is wrapped around you, shushing you and meeting your gaze. ,,Hey baby’’ the blonde coos softly, wiping some sweat off your forehead and tears from your cheeks. 

,,Billie?’’ you coax out, blinking the confusion away. ,,Are you really here?’’ you ask, unable to understand the differences between reality and dreaming anymore. 

,,Of course I’m here, where else would I be?’’ she reassures, a little confused herself and lost in her concern about you. 

,,Billie?’’ you ask again, your voice barely above a whisper as you fiddle with her hair. ,,Can you kiss me?’’ you ask shyly, needing the confirmation that this wasn’t another dream in your never ending circle of nightmares. 

Billie chuckles a little before cupping your cheeks, leaning in closer and capturing your lips into hers, a soft kiss, filled with reassurement and realization. 

,,A nightmare’’ you coax out as the two of you pull away from the kiss, in search of oxygen. 

,,What was that sweetie?’’ she asks confused before you fill her in on what had happened. 

,,I had a nightmare’’ you confess under tears. 

,,Oh sweetheart, what happened?’’ she coos, rubbing soothing circles on your back to comfort you. 

,,You died’’ you begin, tears streaming down your cheeks ,,I woke up and got a call and then.. phone call and .. told me you died’’ you carry on, your words coming out rushed, your voice filled with panic. 

,,Sweetie, hey hey, I only went to get some breakfast for us, sweetheart’’ she explains. “Some croissants from the bakery around the corner, it was just a nightmare’’

“Oh,” you say. Your cheeks flush pink, eyes stinging with mingled relief and embarrassment.

Billie smiles, her eyes a little clouded with worry still. “I thought I’d surprise you. Cozy breakfast in bed, what do you say? I got your favorite coffee, too. I thought we could be lazy today.”

You swallow in shame and look down at your hands. Through the sheen of tears they blur. In a flash you realize - the skin there is immaculate. There’s no red angry burn stain from the coffee you thought you had spilled on it earlier. You blink to try and see better, force your tears back. You run, shaking fingertips over the back of your left hand, just to be sure, but there’s no pain, not even an itch, and it fills you with sudden joy that almost makes you drunk with relief.

You jerk your head up again, triumphantly. A small smile plays on Billie’s lips, hesitant as she searches your eyes, trying to interpret your quick shifts from fear to triumph to fear again. Her palm rubs one last soothing circle on your back before moving away, but before you have time to protest she takes your hand in hers. 

“Talk to me,” she says softly. 

“I’m not sure I know what’s real anymore,” you say. You look down at your hands again, tears falling from your cheeks. “I’m not sure I can trust whether you’re really here.”

,,Pumpkin, I promise you I’m real’’ Billie coos, brushing her hand across your cheek to wipe away the tears.

“But how do I know that?” It’s louder this time, and you dare a glance up at her, despair making you brave. “How can I be sure?”

“Well,” Billie starts. She shifts a little closer to you on the bed, and you feel yourself leaning towards her, seeking out her warmth. There’s a pause, as Billie thinks. Her thumb is running across your knuckles, slow, repetitive movements, meant to soothe.  

“How can I be sure?” you urge her. You clench her hand tighter, refuse to look away from her now, because you need to know, need her to save you.  

Billie hums a little comforting sound and presses one warm palm against your cheek. She tries to pull you into her, but you pull away, unwilling to break eye contact with her for now. You need to see her, need to see for yourself that she is real. Through the fear and confusion flashes the idea that maybe, if you blink, she’d disappear, be dead again, and you out of her reach. 

“Well,” Billie starts again. The caress of her thumb over your knuckles is grounding, and you try to focus on that, and the smell of spring and sunshine that clings to her clothes. Surely the dead don’t smell like that. “At work sometimes the people I help have trouble remembering their world is real, too. It can get a little bit messy when you spend too much time in the company of spirits. Sometimes your mind gets confused. It used to happen to me as well when I was younger. Stumbling across your cousin sipping Bloody Marys on your couch when you buried him two weeks ago can be quite a shock.”

You chuckle at that, but stay silent, urging her to go on. 

“When that happens, I’ve found anchoring yourself in facts does wonders. Whatever they are, the most random of facts, like stating the color of the sky or explaining how sexy your girlfriend is.”

“Billie,” you chastise, trying to bite down on a smile. Billie gives your hand a squeeze, flashes a grin at you. 

“Do you remember the day I took you ice skating, sweetheart?’’ she asks softly, trailing her fingers through your hair.

Your gaze meets the medium’s, as you think back to your favorite day with Billie. ,,Do you remember the dorky selfie we took that you adore so much?’’ she chuckles a little now as you simply nod again. And just like that, Billie takes you back to that day, that moment.

Tears brim in your eyes. ,,It’s me baby, I’m right here, it was just a very nasty dream’’ she carries on, before kissing your nose. 

,,I love you Billie’’ you whisper, slowly coming back from your daze and into the real world. ,,I love you so much pumpkin and I will always be here for you, right here’’ she promises before squeezing you in a big hug. 

‘’Now, want me to show you how real I actually am?’’ she smirks suggestively, before leaning in to capture your lips in a very much real kiss.

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