#I Really didn’t finish Willow

[camscendants]

An old drawing I never finished of the kids going to a mother mother concert

[kquil]

Request: Remus Lupin x ravenclaw!girlfriend!reader

Plot: Just them appropriately loving on each other, chaste kisses on shoulders and wrists while sitting in positions that may not look innocent, but it doesn’t go farther them that?

I don’t usually ask for bland ones, but some peace would be nice.

SIMPLE LOVING

LENGTH : 0.7k

TAGS : fluff ; remus being smitten ; feeding each other ; couple goals ; tickle fight

NAVI.

“How was Herbology, Rem?” you ask, sitting between his outstretched legs under the willow tree as it cried over the black lake. It was lunch break and because it was one of the lovelier days outside, you and your boyfriend decided to have lunch picnic-style along with the rest of his friends. Your group were also free to join, as always, and sat not too far from where you were comfortably melded against Remus, who lent back against the willow tree’s trunk. The both of you were cradled by its roots and shaded relatively well by its mourning silhouette. It was a perfect day. 

“It wasn’t bad,” Remus mumbles against your hair before pressing a brief kiss against your temple. Straining your neck only slightly, you share a smile before relaxing into one another once more, “how was Charms?” he asks, wrapping one arm around your torso as his other hand extends out to your right and pulls the small plate of lunch you brought out from the dinner hall. Remus had done the same but hadn’t touched his lunch yet. He prioritises yours and begins to feed unprompted. Caring for you comes so easily to him. 

In between mouthfuls, you reiterate the happenings of your Charms class. Remus didn’t care if the conversation got boring or had extended pauses, he merely enjoyed being around you. He also really enjoyed tending to your needs in small gestures. People often saw him carrying your heavy books to classes, helping you with your assignments and carrying spare hair ties on his wrists for you. Boys didn’t appreciate his setting of the standard and girls envied you for having such a considerate lover. 

“The flick and swish always gets me. There’s no standard for it so the outcome is always variable. The others made it look easy but I’ll show them and master that charm soon enough,” Remus smiles at your attitude and rids your pout by offering another spoonful. He loves listening to you talk. He loved hearing the sound of your voice; it was one of the most beautiful sounds he could hear. Whenever you got to talking, he always made sure to be completely silent and gave your words special attention. Oftentimes, whenever he’s reading his academic books for references and pre-reading relevant material before classes, your voice would be the one reading out the verses in his mind — that way, learning became a little more enjoyable and he got through the material much quicker. You finish up your plate of lunch soon enough and lovingly turn your face to kiss his inner wrist in gratitude.  

“Your turn, Rem,” you giggle and reach for his neglected plate of lunch. Smiling warmly, Remus observes as you turn in place before moving to straddle his lap. Naturally, his large hands move to hold your hips and you begin to feed him bite after bite.

In the background, your friends gape obnoxiously at the affectionate display, some burn bright red in the cheeks and others hurriedly look away. It was incredibly easy to mistake your activities for something much as the willow tree’s roots cradled your forms and obscured your lower halves. However, your innocent feeding of his lunch was all the indication they needed to know you weren’t doing anything beyond that. 

“You’re a mischievous little minx, you know that, darling?” Remus muses, licking his lips as you set down his finished plate. 

“Hmm?” you tilt your head innocently and lean down for a kiss, licking away the remnants of his lunch from his lips as you pull away, “What do you mean, Rem? I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

He laughs at your playful display and carefully throws you off him, to the grass. As you lay on your back, giggling sweetly, he leans over your form and captures your lips in a heated kiss. A stray hand traces the curves of your waist and hips as the other keeps him hovering above you. He never goes too far with intimacy, especially in such a public place but you savour the scandalised gasps of your distant friends. Your handsome boyfriend pulls away with a hidden smirk and buries his face into your neck, kissing your sensitive skin and tickling the area with his nose. 

“Remus!” you squeal in delight, laughing as brightly as the sun overhead. His wondering hand and the loving kisses to your neck and shoulder had quickly divulged into a tickle attack. Onlookers stare on, envious of such a loving and harmonious relationship. 

“Lily, can we—”

“No!”    

NAVI.

A/N : i'm so sorry it took me such a long time to get to this request, my love, i was in a rut with requests for such a long time and i kept overthinking them all. I'm afraid i don't make any explicit mentions of reader being a ravenclaw but it's still fluffy and cute and perfectly sweet for you x

[elliesgaymachete]

I feel like buffy the vampire slayer really needed a found footage/mockumentary episode, probably around late season 5/early season 6

Dawn’s working on a project for some class that’s about family so obviously she’s gonna do it on her sister and extended/found family.

Buffy immediately tells her to get the camera out of her face, she has enough to worry about right now and for the rest of the episode is only seen in small glimpses that Dawn is able to get before she notices and she always hides the camera when Buffy looks in her direction.

Willow helps her figure out how to work the camera and transfer the files and edit and stuff. She’s really good at that. She and Tara are incredibly helpful and like overly enthusiastic about the project they just want her to do a good job. They like sit down for an interview but end up flirting the whole time and Dawn has to clear her throat and remind them that they’re on camera.

Anya doesn’t understand the concept and says multiple things that Dawn mutters behind the camera “gonna have to cut that”. She doesn’t cut it

Every time the camera falls on Xander he tries to act like a macho action star but it’s just awkward and Anya has to tell him to stop embarrassing himself.

Dawn has a heart to heart with Spike at some point but he doesn’t realize there’s a camera and in the middle he finally notices and—“Are you FILMING this? Have you no decency? Respect for privacy?” The footage cuts out.

Giles is in one scene. She asks him a question for context of what’s going on. He answers honestly in a very descriptive, expository monologue, then realizes there’s a camera. Apparently no one told him she’s working on a project.

There’s a scene at some point where she’s getting chased by the monster of the week where she’s just running and the camera’s going crazy and she drops the camera and there’s a perfect view at some awkward side angle of Buffy kicking this monster’s ass.

She finishes, Dawn scrambles for the camera, Buffy helps her up, notices the camera, “Are you SERIOUSLY filming right now—“ Static.

Some button at the end maybe spliced together with other random clips of everyone laughing or hugging or weird bits that didn’t fit elsewhere while Dawn talks about how much she loves her family

Cut to Dawn presenting the footage in class. Weird looks, scattered applause. The teacher comments, “While that was very… creative, I’m not sure you understood the point of the assignment…”

Next presentation is like some cookie cutter boring thing about a nuclear family

Dawn gets a B-

[readingbookelf]

The Defense Rests - Spike

Summary: The Scooby-gang holds an emergency meeting when they find out you're dating Spike.

Pairing: fem!reader x Spike

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You’re at Giles’ home, currently being yelled at by Xander, who apparently saw you kissing Spike last night. Instead of just talking to you about it, in private, he called an emergency meeting. Hence the yelling while everyone else just stares at you.

“Spike is a psychotic killer and you’re handing yourself to him on a silver platter. Have you forgotten how he came into our lives? What he was going to do to Buffy for his precious Dru? Who is also nuts in the head, I might add,” Xander practically yells in your face.

“I did not forget, but I’ve used my eyes these past few months. Spike has helped us out more times than one, even when he didn’t need too. Also he hasn’t attacked anyone in months…” you trail off at the end knowing the only reason he hasn’t attacked anyone is because of the chip the Initiative has planted in his head.

Xander scoffs, ready for round two, but Buffy jumps in.

“Xander, you have to admit he’s helped us out… a lot in the past few months. Figuring out who the initiative is, what they do, even fighting demons or helping out with the latest threat. I’m not pro-Spike and I still don’t trust him, but if he makes y/n happy then that’s enough for me. Also I’m the last one to condemn anyone for dating a vampire,” Buffy finishes with a wink towards you.

“Thank you, Buffy,” you whisper.

“So we’re going to ignore the fact he would kill us all if he didn’t have that chip in his head,” Xander asks.

“Xander, last week you admitted that Spike has grown on you. What about all the times you spoke about ‘everything we’ve been through together’ just to try and convince Spike to help out? Don’t you think you’re being hypocritical,” you ask softly.

Xander scoffs but doesn’t make another move to convince you Spike is the devil incarnate.

“And on that note I’m out of here. I’ve got a bed that’s calling my name,” you say before getting up.

“Don’t you mean a certain someone who’s waiting for you in your bed,” Willow quips, wiggling her eyes.

Everyone groans.

-----

When you walk through your front door, you find Spike on your couch watching a movie.

“Home already or you haven't left yet,” you ask the blond man.

“Home for the night,” he replies while smiling at you cheekily.

That smile never fails to make you weak in the knees. You let yourself fall onto the couch next to Spike while letting out the biggest sigh of your life.

“The scooby doo-meeting was that bad, huh,” he asks. “The end of the world again,” he chuckles.

You look at Spike and see the concern shining in his eyes. He puts his arm around you and pulls you close into his side. You let your head fall on his shoulder and nuzzle close.

“The end of the world for Xander,” you scoff.

“What do you mean,” Spike asks.

“You were right that someone was watching us last night. After seeing us together Xander followed us and saw us kiss. Hence the emergency meeting,” you explain.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Spike exclaims while jumping up.

Immediately your hand circles around his wrist. You give a little pull to make him sit down again. He sighs and sits down next to you once more.

“Who does he think he is? He’s dating a vengeance demon for god’s sake,” Spike spits out.

You rub his shoulder trying to calm him down.

“There was a discussion. I defended you. Buffy jumped in. Everyone is more or less okay with it. I’m kind of done talking about this, Spike. Xander’s opinionated. I’ve seen the way he was with Buffy and Angel.”

You shake your head at the end. The uncomfortable memory resurfacing. He was so mean to Buffy. It’s hard dealing with the supernatural world as a human. You realise how fragile your life really is. It causes Xander to act out like this, and it’s not an excuse, but it gives him some leeway when he explodes.

“I still hate that you had to sit through that meeting all by yourself. I should’ve been there. I’m part of this relationship,” he says fiercely.

You take his hand and squeeze.

“You were. There was this little annoying voice that sounded a lot like you edging me on while I was defending you…and calling Xander names I won’t repeat,” you chuckle.

A twinkle lights in Spike’s eyes. He presses his lips firmly on yours. A moan slips past your lips by the sheer force of it all. Slowly you pull away.

“I like you. You like me. And everyone else can suck it,” Spike says before kissing you once more.

[turquoisespace35]

Hey, so curing disability is a harmful trope used against disabled people. You didn’t have to make Willow blind, you could’ve found other ways to tell your story. But you did make Willow blind. Because you did, you should commit to it, and actually try to tell a story about a blind person.

I’m disabled and I really liked the idea of your comic but I got worried about it when you began using overplayed tropes and now I’m just really disappointed.

Hi! I'm aware the trope is harmful and during the curse of the story it has been pointed out how she's okay with her blindness and curing it is not something she wants, it was forced on her as a punishment.

I'm sorry if it has dissappoint you but please consider the story isn't finish yet.

[l0vergirlv0mit]

Bags

Song to go with: Bag by Clairo ❤️

Pairing: College!Hazel Callahan x Reader

Summary: you’ve been in love with your best friend for years. Watching her date people sucks especially when one of the absolutely despises you.

Contents/warning: Switch!Hazel x Switch!Reader, fingering, oral, pet names, nipple play, cursing, threats, light? violence (nothing gory), sm yearning.

A/n: for the dorm imagine Buffy and willows dorm from btvs<3. Also reader isn’t fem but also isn’t masc but is definitely masc leaning. for my in between girlies 😘.

You alarm clock rudely wakes you up with an incessant buzz. Hitting it a bit to hard it falls off your night stand making you groan into the sunlit room. You sit up with squinted eyes not noticing that Hazel was still in the dorm. “Well good morning sleepy head.” She smiles at your groggy state.

You wake up just enough to snatch the alarm clock of the ground and punch it off. “Ughhh good morning.” Your eyes finally adjust to the light fully taking Hazel in. She was still in her pjs wearing a white wife pleaser and low waisted grey sweats. “Shouldn’t you be in class right now?” You ask her confused as to why she was skipping her morning class.

“I should but Anya had me up till 2.” She clasps her hands around the back of her neck. She still had her tired raspy voice probably having woken up a couple minutes before you. “Oh god spare me.” Suppressing an eye roll you got up from the bed and grabbed your towel, getting ready to go to the showers. Anya pissed you off to no end.

And it wasn’t because she was dating the person you wanted more than anything (maybe a little bit). It was her glares and her back handed compliments that she gave you any chance she could. How she would snap at people over anything and everything she was extremely abrasive.

Your friends tried to explain that that was just her personality but you didn’t function like that you were quiet and sweet. Both didn’t mix well so she tended to single you out. Always trying to push you out of your comfort zone by teasing and getting a rise out of you. You can barley ask a waiter for ketchup let alone defend yourself. But you refuse to tell Hazel about her behavior because she was happy. She was so sweet to Hazel and that made you most livid.

“Not like that y/n we went out for our 4 months.” She grinned at your scrunched face. “How fun nothing says I love you like sleep deprivation.” She raises her eyebrows at your grouchy mood with a soft smile still on her lips.

“Oh wow someone’s moody, anyway Josie was texting the group chat about a going to the bar tonight are you gonna come?” Hazel asks you hoping you’d say yes because you never go out. “Mmm I’ll think about it Haze Ill probably have a lot of work to do.” Hazel sighs. “Pleaseeee you never come out with us anymore.” She give you a pleading look. “I have a lot of today I’ll let you know if I’m up for it.” You giggle at her childish tone and pat her shoulder then leave the dorm.

—

You let Hazel know you were coming and put your phone down and change out of your work clothes. Your style has always been a bit more grungy and masculine only really dressing a bit feminine for special events or outings.

You put on your favorite baggy black jeans that hung off your hips so beautifully. Then put on a spaghetti strap tank top and a long sleeve over it made of black mesh and lace that was completely see through. You left your hair messy and smudged black shadow and liner on your eyes. Finishing off your outfit by putting on your black docs.

Hazel was already with the group so you drove yourself to Josie, PJ, and Isabel’s shared apartment. You found your way to the apartment door knocking timidly. You rock back and forth on your feet waiting for someone to open the door.

When someone finally does it’s her. She doesn’t talk to you directly. “Y/n is here now guys can we finally leave?” She says not letting you in yet talking to YOUR friends behind the door.

Hazel quickly comes to the door and smiles brightly at you pulling you in by your hand . “Oh wow someone’s trying to get lucky tonight.” Hazel softly says nudging you. This earns you a glare from Anya.

The group sits in the living room area to catch up before heading out. Everyone’s talking but your mind is elsewhere. You’ve always been the quieter one of the group so your lack of conversation goes unnoticed.

You can’t help but stare at Hazel and Anya. A deep grief blooms in your chest. Hazels arm around Anya protectively. Anya tucks a piece of hair behind Hazels ear and kissed her on the cheek. Hazels face becomes so soft and loving it tears you apart wishing so bad that you were Anya. Hazels hand travels to her waist to pull her closer just to top it off.

You look at Anya for a bit taking in how perfect and pretty she is. She’s so feminine and put together. She was everything you would never be. She had on a full face of makeup that was perfectly done and a dress that hugged in all the right spots. She was an absolutely gorgeous girl.

You were only pulled out of this haze by Josie putting her hand on your knee. Knowing exactly what was going through your mind. You had drunkenly told her about your 2 year long crush on Hazel in a club bathroom. You look back at her with glazed over eyes and squeeze her hand as a silent thank you.

“Are you guys ready to get wasted cause I am.” Josie announced and pulled you up with her off the couch. She looks to you and smiles trying to change the mood that’s setting in. You smile back but felt suffocated anyway and had to leave. Everyone excitedly agrees and heads over the bar.

—

This bar was THE bar all the college kids go there to find hookups and get drunk. The group gets drinks to loosen up but you decide to hold off for tonight. You let your friends make you dance their tipsy state amusing you. You move timidly at first but the encouragement from your friends has you swaying to the music.

You danced with Britney trying to absorb her confidence in some way. When Hazel comes over to playfully dance with you twirling you around and giggling. She saw your shyness and was trying to remedy it.

She made you sway with her hands on your waist. It was all friendly and playful and you were best friends so it wasn’t unusual behavior.

Nonetheless you felt your face get warmer at her proximity. Anya was staring from the bar after telling Hazel she didn’t feel like dancing. Anya really thought Hazel was just going to sit there and watch all of her friends dance instead.

Anya quickly changed her mind though. Seeing you too make her jealous. Hopping out of her seat and waltzing over to shove you away from Hazel with feigned innocence. Hazel mouths sorry towards you and it was your turn to go to the bar and watch from a far. You get yourself a coke to sip on since you would be driving later, not much of a drinker anyway.

You sit there mindlessly scrolling your phone trying to keep yourself occupied. Watching them still it hurts your chest. Hazel holds Anya close she has her face in the crook of her neck holding her from behind. It was a real sight. Especially when Hazel looked so good. Her cropped white tee and baggy jeans left just enough midriff exposed to mesmerize you.

Josie comes to sit besides you breaking your trance. “I hate her.” Is all she says and she looks from Anya to you. “Me too.” You both laugh together. “Yeah she’s kind of a bitch isn’t she.” Josie remarks pressing her lips together and furrowing her brows.

“Yeah she’s something.” You huffed and smiled brighter grateful for your friendship .That’s when Josie gets a certain look that you know to well. “You wanna smoke?” She flashes you a wide grin and wiggles her eyebrows. “Oh god yes.” You take one last sip of your coke and follow her outside.

—

You and Josie walk back into the bar in a hazy giggle. After a shit talking session that had you loosing your shit and gasping at gossip. You go to dance again and you notice Anya arguing with Hazel.

Anya rolled her eyes and says something that made Hazels face contort into hurt. Hazel says something in a pout then storms off in the other direction. “Jesus they do this shit every fucking night bro.” Josie rolls her eyes following Hazel to the bathroom. Every night? You though to yourself. You were under the impression everything was great?

The anger taking over your body doesn’t let you ponder over it more. Body moving without you telling it too, you yank her shoulder to face you. She was taller than you and definitely stronger then you but you didn’t care. The face Hazel made at Anya was enough motivation. You could’ve fought 10 frat boys and won.

“Hey! What did you say to her.” You could stand her being mean to you but being mean Hazel was absolutely not allowed. “I don’t think that’s any of your business y/n.”

She looks you up and down. “I suggest you fuck off before I tell her your little secret.” She gets closer to you only inches from your face. “What do you mean secret?” You started getting nervous. She grabs your face in her hand and looks in your scared eyes. “Your in love with her. It’s pathetic really the way you gawk at her.” Her acrylics are digging into your cheeks. Frantically staring at her in disbelief.

“Start keeping your distance y/n, Im not worried about you im just annoyed that you THINK that could happen. Like she’d ever be into someone like you.”

She let’s go of your face lightly tapping it. You feel tears fill your eyes about to break the barrier of your water line. “I-i… f-fuck you Anya.” Tears cascade down your face. Anya just vocalized your internal thoughts for the past 2 years now your sure she’s some demon from hell that crawled out to make your life miserable.

Just as Hazel and Josie come out of the bathroom they see you walk quickly out of the bar. Hazel feels completely exhausted, this was supposed to be a fun night you FINALLY agreed to have fun and hang out again.

Hazel follows you out just catching up to you when you get to the door of your car. “Y/n! Wait! Please, where are you going it’s barley been an hour?” She looks at you confused eye brows pushed together and hands on her hips. “I’m tired Hazel.” You can’t face her you can’t stop the tears rolling down.

You open the door but Hazel puts a firm hand down closing it again getting frustrated at your short response. You finally look her in the eyes and she takes you in. “Holy shit y/n are you ok?” She goes to put a hand on your shoulder but you flinch. Her face becomes even more worried than before. Staring at the streaks running down your cheeks.

“Please Hazel I just wanna go home. I’ll talk to you tomorrow ok.” Hazel moves her hand from the door and lets you open it. “We will talk about this tomorrow?” She ask you to get more confirmation. “We will.” You reassured her knowing talking was the last thing you were gonna do.

You drove back to your dorm still feeling shocks of fear pulse through you at the thought of Hazel knowing you were completely in love with her. Losing her would do more than wreck you. She’s been your best friend for what felt like forever.

Finally inside your dorm you rip your clothes off and put you pjs on as fast as you could. You didn’t bother to take your make up off and fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Thank god for the weed.

—

Your woken up by the jiggling of keys. You turn to look at the time and you way overslept. “Oh your up.” She closes the door lightly walking over to your bed. She puts a brown paper on your nightstand and smiled softly at you. “I got you a bagel from the place we like, I made sure they put extra cheese and hash browns. And I got you salsa.” The same sadness you felt the night before washed over you. Her sweetness makes you fall apart in more ways then one.

“Thanks Hazel.” You can only produce a small awkward smile. “Do you wanna talk about last night?” She carefully sat next to you and put her hand on your back, rubbing up and down. “I’m ok Hazel, really it’s fine.” You brush her off.

“I can’t help you if you push me away y/n. You’ve been really distant recently I’m worried. I-i mean did I do something?” She spoke softly and looked at your face silently begging for you to look her in the eyes instead of the floor.

But you can’t you start to cry before you can even get a word out. “No you didn’t do anything I’m sorry. Last night Anya was just really mean. Well she’s mean every time I’m around her but I-I’m sorry.” You spoke through tears and hiccups not even knowing even know why you were saying sorry. Regretting everything you just said. You knew Anya was going to tell her—everything was going to be ripped away from you.

Hazels face contorted into anger and shock. You were petrified that you had made her angry at you. “Anya did this.” Her tone was steady and dark. You nodded. Her jaw was clenched and her fist balled breathing heavily. She grabs her keys and opens the door. “I’ll be back in 30 minutes.” She shut the door behind her harder than she meant too. She quite literally couldn’t control her anger. She liked Anya, a lot actually, but the fighting has gotten to much. Hazel could handle a bit of sass from her here and there. But knowing she hurt you had Hazel enraged.

—

It had been 45 minutes of you sitting there bouncing your leg. Shaking anticipating the consequences of your breakdown. You tried watching a movie to get your mind off of your situation but you couldn’t focus. The bagel on your nightstand making you nauseous just by being there. Frustrated tears forcing there way up every once in a while.

You hear the knob jiggle and keys. Your immediately alerted. Hazel calmly walks through the door and moves to where you’ve come to stand infront of your bed. She takes your face into her soft hands pulling you into the deepest kiss you’ve ever had. When she finally lets you catch your breath she looks in your watery eyes .

“Why did you never tell me.” She whispers looking over your post cry face. Your lips puffy and pink frustrated cheeks. You notice that her lip is busted and she has a mark on her cheek that is definitely going to turn into a bruise. “Y-you aren’t angry? Are you ok?” You started to tear up again from the relief.

“No baby i could never be angry at you. And I’m fine just thought I should put what I’ve learned in my boxing class to use.” As she’s wiping your tears way, your remember, her and Anya took the same boxing class; thats actually how they met. Hazel looked angry but you didn’t think she was THAT angry. “I didn’t think you thought I was pretty.” She pulls you closer to her. “What! Why is that?” She questioned from the crook of your neck. “Cause you date girls like Anya I didn’t think I was your type.”

Hazel suddenly starts placing kisses on your neck. She realizes she has you turning into putty in her hands, like she always wanted. Everything about you was captivating to her in this moment. The way you smelled, the way your skin felt, how she could hear your breathing pick up with every kiss.

Your heart was racing you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “Your not gonna have to worry about Anya anymore honey, I promise. Your the only girl I want. And your sooo my type.” Hazel sucks a bruise with no warning into your neck and licks over it. “Oh my god Hazel please.” Your hand reaches up into her hair your fingers tangled in her silky brown tresses. “Please what baby?”

Your face got impossibly redder whole body on fire unsure of how to answer her. Feeling the way Hazels hands roamed you made your head spin. You just couldn’t take it anymore pulling her up lightly by the hair to have her look at you.

“I need you.”

You make sure you say it clearly. Hazels eyes become more lidded than before overcome with lust. She pushed you backwards towards her bed until you fall into her sheets.

“Y-your so beautiful.” Shes stammering seeing you laid out in HER bed. She connects your lips again teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance.

You want to make her feel as good as she’s making you feel. Her knee comes between your legs giving you relief from pulsing heart beat that’s developed.

Your grinding on each other urgently. Years of pent up sexual frustration and longing being released.

You try to keep up with her kisses the best you can. The friction making you lose control. Completely entangled in each other, hands trying to feel every part of her.

Exchanging heavy breaths and soft whimpers. It was frenzied and sloppy it was the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

You tug her shirt over her head. She does the same for your exposing your bare chest. “Fuck.” Her brows pushing together as she feels her arousal pooling in her boxers. She can’t help but gently thumb your hard nipple trailing kisses from your collar bone to your breast.

She took the soft flesh into her mouth leaving hot kisses. Her hand massaged the other. Her lips wrapped around your nipple and released it with a pop. You let out a strained moan.

Her hand traveled to the waist band of your pajamas pants. Teasing you with her fingers moving back and forth under the fabric.

“Can I take these off.” She ask you her eyes begging you to say yes, desperate to see all of you. “Please” You nodded and she gently undressed you leaving your skin vulnerable to cool air for your dorm.

It doesn’t matter though, because Hazels warm body is pressed to you in a second. Her hand trails from your breast to your hip slowly, keeping your attention.

“Do you know how long Ive wanted you?” You shake your head, voice escaping you in the moment. Her finger slides through your folds, your wetness sending waves of pleasure and confidence through her. The sound alone made her ache.

“Way to fucking long.” She slips a finger in your soaked needy hole. You let out an open mouthed exhale. She slips in another finger. “Fuck! Mm-n!”

Her fingers stretched you out and the sensation was mind numbing. An endless repeat hazelhazelhazelhazel. Was all you could think about. Her fingers curled at a slow pace hitting just the right spot. Working your clit with her thumb at the same time.

“Im I making you feel good honey?” Her voice was gentle and attentive. The way she was grinding down on your thigh mixed with your pretty noises was making her go insane. Your moans start to get more frequent. As you were embarrassingly close to release so soon. “S-so good Hazel.”

“Talk to me sweetheart. This is all mine now right?” Hazel questions you her pace picking up and mouthing your tits. “All yours all yours all yours all…” You mumbled to her as your eyes flutter. “That’s right honey.” She kept a rough tempo leaving marks on your chest until you were finally coming undone under her.

Shes watches as your orgasm possesses you. Moaning her name as you arch your back grinding yourself against her fingers. “Yeah honey just like that cum for me baby.” She doesn’t stop till your squirming from overstimulation.

You catch your breath for a second before becoming focused. You didn’t want your fatigue from your orgasm to keep you from pleasing her. Hazels already pulling you into another deep kiss like before.

“I want to make you feel good now Hazel.” She seemed a little shocked. As you think about the girls she’s hooked up that’s probably not the kind of treatment she was used too.

“You don’t have to y/n, making you cum is pleasure enough.” She seemed almost nervous. You shake your head and take her hand placing the two fingers that were just fucking deep inside of you into your mouth.

Releasing them with a pop. Her eyes are droopy and mouth slightly open. Her chest breathing deeply overwhelmed with lust. “No Hazel. I really want to make you feel good.”

Hazels ripping off her sports bra without another word. You nudge her shoulder down and straddle her. She’s frantically trying to take her sweats and boxers off. You help her rip them off and throw them across the room.

The sight is beautiful she’s completely soak, all you want is to have your face between her thighs. “Can I taste you?” You ask coyly as your hands rub up and down the tops of her thighs, your words going straight to her core. “Fuck, y-yeah, yes p-please—I mean.”

You settle between her thighs leaving light kisses on her inner thighs. Hazels having a hard time keeping still with you so close to where she needed you.

You look up into her eyes through your lashes as your breath fans over her soaked cunt. She lets out a whimper on accident and it set her body on fire with embarrassment.

Finally you lick a broad stripe. Hazel sign in relief. Her fingers pulling at your roots. Your hands are hooked over her thighs keeping them apart. Tongue flicking over her clit at a pace YOU didn’t even know was possible.

Hazel eased into the feeling of being taken care of. She’s switching between look you in the eyes and looking at the ceiling when the shyness become too much. She quietly took in the sensation of being taken care of before speaking trying to get rid of the shyness.

“I’ve thought about you like this s-so many nights.” Hazel mumbles out between whimpers. You push your finger into her curling. “Yeah?” You question quickly. She throws her head back when you go back to sucking on her clit.

You add another finger. Pace becoming quicker and deeper. “I always imagined this,oh god,h-happening during one of our movie nights.” You hum into her creating a whole new sensation as her legs start to quake. “I th-thought youd take the hint. Oh god don’t stop.”

She let out a soft laugh until the knot in her stomach was becoming to much to handle. “I mean we c-cuddled for like 3 hours at a time! Shitshitshit!” Hazels grip on your hair became tight as her eyes rolled back, letting out a loud moan. The knot in her stomach snapping as the white hot feeling flushes over her.

You watch her in awe. Her chest heaving as she grinds into you her other hand gripping the headboard showing her toned tricep.

You help her fully ride out her orgasm then pull away to use your shirt to clean yourself in and lay next to her gently.

Hazel turns to look at you with a tired smile spreading across her face. She cups your cheek once more kissing your forehead. “I thought it would end like this too.” She says to you quietly. “Me too.” You reply going to kiss the tip of her nose. She looks into your eyes for a moment thinking.

Her eyebrows push together as a though crosses her mind. “Did you ever eat the bagel?” You laugh at her genuinely concerned question and pull her into an embrace, warm bodies lovingly entwined. “No I actually thought I was dying though in my defense.” Hazel pouts at you.

“Did you beat up Anya?” You question her instead. “I tried to but she honestly kicked my ass sooo bad, like embarrassing I’m so happy you weren’t there” You laughed at this too.

“I looked cool though right?” She dropped her voice dramatically. “Oh yeah sooo cool.” She gasped at your sarcasm.

When your both of yours laughter dies down it’s seems both of you have the same realization that your best friend was now your girlfriend. Eyes saying what they needed too.

“You wanna watch a movie?” You asked quietly. “Only after you eat cause a $12 bagel on a college student budget is atrocious.” She kissed your forehead and nudged you to get up.

(Thank you for reading😙)

[sidemenxyn]

Pub crawl, (chips video)

Tw: alcohol use, language, drunk people, throwing up and I believe that’s it!

Ik when you read this it will be different to the one video I based it on, but it will have the same concept.

Harry (w2s) Lewis x Y/n (w3s) Willows, (afab reader)

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“Welcome to another pub crawl! Today we have teams of two!” The camera panned to you and the others as Chip finished speaking. You smiled brightly as you saw the camera turned your way. Chip continued “the teams are, Reev and George!” “Me and ArthurTv!” “Chris and Theo, and then Bonnie and Clyde! Aka Y/n and Harry!” You all laughed loudly at the small joke.

You looked at Harry to see him pulling you in for a small hug as Chip was giving out costumes. Then he and the camera man stopped in front of you and Harry and joked “we all know Harry has done some illegal substances” you all laughed as you watched Chip hand Harry a prisoner costume “so I believe it’s time you should pay the price and be a felon and your lovely missus will be the prison warden!” The group all laughed as you were handed the police costume. You giggled at the costumes. Chip and Arthur were golfers, George and Reev were ketchup and mustard, Chris and Theo are the chicken and the egg then you and Harry were a prisoner and policewoman.

So the game has began, the group had showed up at the first pub. You all sat outside the pub, waiting for the mystery pint or shot. Chip and Arthur walked out with some glasses, you heard Harry asked “is that a Bloody Mary?!” You looked over to Chip and to which he nodded. Chip presented “so first up a Bloody Mary each! No challenges on the first hole but there are more to come.” You watched as Chip and Arthur downed their drinks. Then Reev and George, as George almost finished his glass he tipped his head forward. And being the competitive people Harry and yourself were, you two were the first to point out “he tipped his head back, that’s one!” Chip and the rest agreed. George joked “gosh you take your drinking very seriously, wouldn’t suspect you pair were alcoholics.” You all burst out with laughter knowing you and Harry can drink well and hold it well.

It was now your turn to down the Bloody Mary, you hear Theo joke “watch now she’ll wolf that down her!” You side-eyes Theo and began to down the drink with ease. You and Harry high-fived as you place the empty drink down on the table. You looked at Harry and encouraged “right, your turn now, you can do it Haz.” You all watch him as he too down his drink with ease. You all clapped and Chris laughed “the alcoholic couple everyone.” To which you jokingly bowed to.

You all grabbed your things and moved onto the next pub. As you were you walked with Reev and Harry as you three were in a conversation.

Now as you arrived at the next stop, Chip got the groups attention “right! Second hole so that means there is a challenge! And that is your partner has to pour your drink while you drink it, so basically you can’t hold the glass your partner does.” Chris said “oh I got him to pour my drink?!” As he points at Theo, Theo gives a shocked facial expression as he defends “I’ll be good I swear.” You laughed at the pair.

The drink were out and you and Harry decided to go first. Harry told you “give me your hand, if you need me to stop squeeze my hand, ok?” You nodded as your fingers intertwined with his. You downed the drink while Harry kept tilting the pint glass up. Once you were done Harry gave you a hug as you didn’t back down once. Is that a coincidence? Not really.

It was now Chip and Arthur’s go, Chip held Arthur’s glass as he began to drink. As Arthur was drinking, he squeezed Chip’s hand. Chip stopped which caused them a point, Arthur then moved his mouth away from the glass causing a spill which added another point to their chart.

As you were walking to your next pub, you were slightly more tipsy now. So being the funny troublemaker you are, you ran over to Harry and jumped onto his back. You all were laughing loudly, so what Harry did was sling you over his shoulder and carried you.

Once you had got to the third pub, Chip declared the second challenge “in this pub you will have to be blindfolded and your partner has to guide you with their voice!” So you were handed the blindfold. Tying it at the back of your head, you turned your head and heard Harry say “right, love, you need to go forward.” You took a few steps and then he said “ok! Now go right” you turned your body and started to feel dizzy then you tripped but felt hand grab your waist. Knowing it was Harry you thanked him as you and the boys laughed. He said “right the table is two steps in front of you.” You took those two steps and felt the table against your thigh. So felt around the table then felt a cold glass. “Is this one mine?” Harry replied “yeah, go for it!” You picked up the glass and chugged it like there was no tomorrow. Finishing the glass you felt for the table and placed the glass back down.

Taking off the blind fold, you and Harry cheered as you did it. You watched as the rest of the boys did it, then you helped Harry get another victory.

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Some time later…

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It was now getting dark and you all had made it to the last bar. You asked Chip if you could go to the toilet, just in case it would’ve deducted any points. He aloud you, so you went to the bathroom. You went into the stall and did your business. Once you got out you saw two random girls fighting right there and then. Your face grew shocked, so not trying to get involved you walked around the two fighting on the floor and went back over to the boys.

Once you sat down Theo laughed “Y/n, looks like you’ve seen a fucking ghost!” You said “well I just went the toilet and I walked out to see two girls fighting!” The boys were shocked and Chip looked at the camera “that’s what you get in British pubs!” You said “they were going for it too!” As you said that you saw them getting kicked out “over there!” “That’s them?” “Yeah.” You all had calmed down now as you rested your head against Harry’s shoulder.

Chip said “right, the last one! No challenges just down the ping and we’ll see who wins!” You looked at your Guinness, looking back up you watched as George finished his drink off. Then it was Harry’s turn and as expected, he downed it in one. Then you did the same, Arthur downed his in two and the it was Chip’s turn. He did it in two as well, but as you were talking to Chris you heard “Shit” you looked over to see Chip has thrown his Guinness back up and into his cup. You automatically handed Harry’s and your cups to him so he wouldn’t be sick on the pub’s table. He paused and then threw up into the two glasses. Theo spoke “Josh! Josh drink some water!” You went over to the counter and asked “could I get two bottles of water please.” You handed the money as the placed the bottles on the counter.

Walking over, you handed Chip the bottles of water and said “drink them I have some paracetamol in my bag if you want any?” He nodded. You watched as Harry handed you the paracetamol and then you grabbed two of the tablets and handed them to him.

After the video was down, you all called it a day and headed home.

You were now cuddling with Harry on your sheared bed, playing with his hair he smiled as he slowly drifted off. You then too started to fall asleep. At least you knew that you and the boys enjoyed themselves and Chip has a great video to put out.

[sanrioluver222]

Brown eyed girl

pre-crash!lottie mathew’s x gn reader (who writes her secret poems)

(first yj fic! let me know if you guys like these N PLEASE IF YOU LIKE YJ WATCH THE WILDS I JUST FINISHED IT AND IM GOING CRAZY)

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Lottie was never the type of girl to get flustered. Maybe she would be the one to fluster someone else, but she never got flustered.

But opening her locker to see a small paper fly out like it was an airplane, well that intrigued her. She carefully open the paper to reveal a small poem.

‘brown eyes so high and mighty,

the girl i wish i could talk to.

how does one do this?

take over a heart in which doesn’t belong to you.

my brown eyes girl,

shining in your fame.’

Though lottie didn’t understand her feelings at the time, she had felt the heat reach her face. No one had ever put in that much effort to flatter her nor did they write a whole poem about her.

The rest of the day she was in a trace, who was this? did she know them? did she like them?

The next day after practice she walked to her locker and once again a small piece of paper shot out. At the time she was with Nat. Natalie picked up the paper and read the small poem, different than yesterday.

Nat looked up at lottie with her eyebrow raised and a small smirk on her face. Lottie gave her a small laugh.

“Shut up, they’re cute.” she said taking the poem and reading it for herself

“Yeah it’s nice and all but who is it?” Natalie questioned.

Lottie shrugged. “No clue but maybe they’ll come forward soon. Maybe they’re cute, you know.”

Natalie rolled her eyes. “Or maybe they’re some complete weirdo that keeps writing you love notes. Stalking when you least expect it.”

Lottie let out another laugh. “God just shut it, i’m sure they’re normal.”

The next day Lottie walked into class. She sat in her seat but she heard a sort of pen moving. Obviously it’s class but it was the person next to her. She looked over to see you. She had known you for a year or two now.

You hadn’t been close or anything but you had casual conversations. She noticed you writing a small note, with familiar looking paper.

She raised her eyebrow as she watched you scribble down words of poetry with messy yet beautiful looking handwriting. The handwriting she had memorized.

What she wouldn’t admit to herself is after that first poem, she went home and examined the poem over and over. She saw the letters and memorized distinct lines and curves. She knew the S’s always had a little swirl at the end, and the F’s had a diagonal line.

She could tell it was you who was writing the poems. Another thing that she wouldn’t admit is that she liked you. That casual conversation really marked her brain.

She loved your voice. It was smooth and soft but you also could say the craziest things that wouldn’t even seem natural coming out of your mouth.

She turned to you and you shot up like a rocket, and just like that rocket, you felt like you were going to explode.

Lottie gave you a soft smile. “I know it’s you who’s been writing the poems.” she confessed.

You turned beet red. A small stutter came out. “Well I- Um.”

Lottie gave out a small chuckle. “I’m not mad or anything, not at all actually.” she started.

“I’m not one to get flustered or flattered but those poems, it was like reading a romance novel about me or something.” she joked.

She took a deep breath. “What i’m trying to say is that I like you, and your poems, and I love talking to you. This class is boring as hell but you make it better.”

She looking up at you, what she saw was a big grin plastered on your face. You took the paper that you were writing on earlier and handed it to her.

the poem read:

‘Brown eyed girl,

the willows are jealous of you perfection,

the hydrangeas are speaking to me about you,

the daisy’s complement you

will one day you come to me?

with not casual talk

but with open arms and open heart?’

Lottie carefully examined the poem over and over again. The smile she had stayed consistent as she did so. She looked up and you once again.

Her cheeks were red, even more red than yours. She set the poem down carefully then looked back over at you.

With a gentle grip she took your hands into her and looked into your eyes. The soft smile on her face stayed there like it was super glued on.

Lottie had never been flattered, well I guess that’s a lie now. Lottie loved the poetry and how she memorized every word in her mind.

I guess she can admit, she had been flattered.

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this is short but let me know if you guys want more yj content (and maybe bring back the wilds bc im so fixated on it atm)

[prose-for-hire]

High Stakes

Pairing: Spike x witch!reader (gn)

Request: I was wondering about maybe one where spike and reader are in a relationship like a really healthy one and he is completely in love them but the scooby gang ask them to do some really big draining spell because they are more powerful witch then willow and like reader starts to panic once leaving the magic box with spike and he is super concerned and like they start to have a panic attack and he immediately starts calming them down and looking after them and it’s just really fluffy and angsty.

Requested by: @witchb1tches

Warning: Reader has a panic attack. Crying. 

There was a storm brewing. The sky was dark but only you could feel it. You were at one with the elements. A powerful sorcerer who had unfathomable power. As you waled briskly through the streets, your hands laced with Spike’s, you tried to push down your anxieties and focus on the feeling of his hand in yours.

You and Spike had been together for years. He adored you with ever fibre of his being and you matched his love in every way. It was a love that others only dreamed of. You had met at a demon bar one evening and in attempting to impress you, Spike had picked a fight with half of the bar. When he got in trouble and they all tried to jump him at once, you stood up raised your hand, making the entire crowd slam into the back wall of the bar as if shoved by an invisible force.

Spike had just stared, mouth wide open as you winked and left him in the bar, saying your goodbyes. Although you didn’t agree with love at first sight, the ground started humming and the breeze that whistled through your ears on the way home telling you that you had met the one. You waited though, to see if he would make the first move. To test if it really was fate.

You had run into each other several times after that and after getting over the fact that you were friends with the Slayer, he built up the courage to ask you on an actual date. He had even brought flowers that looked suspiciously like they had been swiped from a nearby grave. He had been rather bashful and it had been incredibly endearing, you only understood later on why he was so nervous of rejection.

You had been laying in bed when you got the SOS message from Xander. Some big evil this or some creepy spell that. You knew you had to come as fast as you could and your vampire insisted he was only coming to try and score a nip of blood, but you knew him better than that.

“Don’t know why they think you’re at their every bleedin’ beck and call” Spike had been sulking the entire way there, his unlit cigarette bobbing from his mouth as he spoke. He mostly did it to see you smile, he was very fond of your smile. He did this, especially when he sensed that you were feeling tense about something.

“Spike, it’s the end of the world, we can’t just hold each other and wait for it to get us”

“If it was the end of the world, we’d be doin’ more than cuddlin’. That I can tell you, pet” he pointed at you, his cigarette between his fingers as a curl of smoke escaped his smirk. You rolled your eyes and pushed him playfully as you walked.

“I have power, it would be wrong not to do something to help”

“No, what’s wrong is callin’ up a vampire in the middle of the afternoon while he’s trying to sleep! Apocalypses are ten-to-the-bloody-dozen ‘round here, we could have finished our nap and still caught the next one, I wager”

“That may be true, but-” You started to defend your younger friends and Giles, but that was when you sensed it. The coming storm had distracted you but now you saw it. The Magic Box was ablaze, green fire licked the building and what looked like a tornado inside the store fanned the flames.

You ran straight into the fire, with Spike trying to pull you back. You shot him a meaningful look, your intentions sending your thoughts and reasons into his own head. He nodded, understanding, the fire was magically suspended, something (probably Willow and Tara) was working against the damage.

When you both arrived, Spike had a hand firmly on your waist, he knew that in this sort of fight, you were the one that was doing the protecting. He was man enough to admit that. But it didn’t stop him wanting to ensure that you were by his side. Safe from harm’s way.

The scene was pure chaos, and not in a nice, neat, easy-to-calm way. You had ceased many of those for your friends before. This one was different. An invisible tornado had whipped up around the store, the noise was so loud it was near impossible to hear yourself think. Anya was trying to hold down anything valuable from getting more broken while Giles and Willow were screaming incantations over the din.

“No bloody way” Spike muttered, taking you hand and trying to lead you out again. There was no sodding, buggering, bloody way that you two were getting involved in this one. The slayer and her little friends could fry for all he cared. Just so long as it didn’t involve you.

Buffy was trying to fight the air around her, with Xander on back up, as some force kept attacking the two that were trying to reduce the amount of fire that threatened to consume them.

That was when you saw it. In the centre of the room, the eye of the tornado.

“Th-that book…” You said softly. You knew that book, you could feel the ancient power rolling off it. Humans couldn’t touch that book unless they were powerful enough to withstand it’s hold on their souls.

And seemingly, Tara had touched it. She was suspended in the corner of the room, eyes black and her hair to match. She was a good witch, but not powerful enough to withstand something like that. You weren’t even sure that you were.

How had they found it? Why was it here?

No wonder the world was ending. One chapter, no one sentence even, from that book spoken aloud by someone that didn’t know what to do with it and the whole fabric of this dimension, and many others, would tear and scatter until it was no more.

That book was supposed to be suspended in a hell dimension and, you later found out, Willow had received it as a Birthday gift from an unnamed admirer.

“Y/n, we need to do this, now!” Buffy shouted over the noise. It was a lot worse than you had expected. Time was speeding up, lives were in danger and the whole thing seemed to be resting on you. You wavered, the others couldn’t see it over all the chaos. But he could. Your Spike. Your protector. He was the only thing that could ground you.

“Piss off, would you! You saw what happened to them last time” Spike stepped up to the Slayer menacingly, his leather duster whipping around him in the artificial wind. He cared about you, deeply, none of your friends could deny it. He was worried about you, doing so many spells for them he thought they took it for granted that you could just bounce back and be fine. He told them as much whilst simultaneously throwing a few punches at this invisible being that was trying to fight the room.

You were stood there, seemingly daydreaming as you stood still as the mayhem raged around you, just staring at the book.

“Y/n, the stakes are high, are you, ah, able to do this?” Giles asked, pausing from chanting as he realised that you were now using your own power to hold off the fire.

“We don’t use that word in our house, stakes that is. What with the whole burning at the stake bit” Spike cut in, throwing a punch and overbalancing when it didn’t connect with anything. He managed to style it out, rolling and landing back onto his feet.

“And the dusty vampire thing” You agreed distractedly, pressing your lips against his as he got up from the floor beside you.

“Yes, yes, well? Are you able to do it?” Giles was growing impatient with the man that was always so close by your side. Both Giles and you knew what you had to do. It was something that no other could do. If you didn’t do this, Buffy would never be able to get the upper hand. You may all perish in an instant.

“I can stop time, isolating it so that Buffy can still move will, uh, take a lot… But, luckily for you I am blessed with a lot of power” You insisted, feeling their resolves falter slightly. Buffy had never faced anything like this before. The Hellmouth opening was nothing compared to complete obliteration of dimensions.

The way your power works, you would be pushing against time whilst also pulling Buffy into the present with you. Shifting more than yourself was known to be near-impossible when stopping time. You had done it once before but it had taken a lot out of you.

Spike stayed stood by your side in all of this, only fending off anything that came towards you now. You nodded at him gently, he was always in awe of you, but more so every day.

It was a lot of pressure and the responsibility was crushing. But you persevered, Spike nodding by your side, giving his unending support without even having to say a word. You took a breath, closed your eyes and raised your arms, chanting rapidly.

You did it. When you opened your eyes time had stopped, your love frozen by your side. 

Buffy nodded at you, able to move as you held the very threads of time together. It was already taking a toll on your body. It was like you were hanging over the edge of the universe, grip so tight that your knuckles whitened, grimace on your face as you tried to stop everything from tipping into nothingness.

You stopped time long enough for Buffy to decloak the invisible force, the Slayer was already weakened from the earlier fight but managed to kill the demon that had emerged from the book. It bled profusely, spraying the floor with an orange goo.

“Don’t- not on the book!” You screamed, if any demon blood got on that book literally anything could happen. But none of it good.

With one final flourish, Buffy managed to slay the demon and take its weapon, a long staff that had been invisible until now that was needed to return Tara back to them.

While you were watching her, you were hurting, aching all over, you couldn’t hold it any longer. While Buffy finished, you had a spinning wheel of dimensions in your mind and you dropped the book into nearest Hell dimension, hoping it could hold it.

You dropped to the floor as the book disappeared, the wind stopped and everything went silent. Tara was back to herself after a ceremonial wave of the staff, now propped up in a corner by Willow as everyone else skidded towards them. A battered Buffy included.

“You okay?” Spike asked it quietly, as you got to your feet, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention from the group. You nodded once but he wasn’t convinced. He knew you inside out and he took your hand tenderly as he spoke.

“Yeah, I-” You started but the look he gave you told you that he knew. He could sense it. You weren’t doing okay.

“I, uh, I just need some air” You said, grappling with yourself to get out of the magic shop, your hand no longer clasping Spike’s. He was on your heels, throwing a glare behind him at your friends as he went.

The others called their thanks to you as you left, while Xander tended to Buffy’s battle wounds. Your friends all loved you but they didn’t understand certain things about you. You were known as being a little odd, you went missing for periods of time and you frequently shied away from praise or gratitude. But they were fond of you all the same.

You were overwhelmed. Drained and scared you hadn’t done the right thing. What if that book was summoned in another dimension and you could do nothing to stop it? What if you had killed thousands of others by only saving the dimension you lived in?What if it came back and a different chapter opened, one where you couldn’t fight it?

Once outside, the storm had started. The thunder cracked through the air as your heart hammered through your chest. Your chest writhed in pain, as if several hands were scratching at you from within, trying to claw their way out of you. You couldn’t take a full breath, your breathing quickly shallowed, as if something was wringing out your lungs.

It had been creeping up on you ever since you had started the spell, but it had just crashed on top of you like a ton of bricks. You slid down the wall you had been leaning against, clutching your heart and fighting for breath. You were panicking.

“You’re okay, love, ‘m right here with you” Spike knew immediately what it was, crouching down beside you the ghost of his touch hovering over your shoulder as it erratically rose and fell.

“I- I can’t-” You stammered, lightning violently cracking through the air as you spoke.

“You’re okay, love.” he soothed, taking big unneeded breaths of his own to give you something to focus on. You tried to speak but he shook your head, you needed to focus on your breathing, “Breathe, Y/n, that’s right.”

He continued to breathe with you, your fingers numbing and your chest feeling like it was caving in. You felt like you needed to reach inside and stop it somehow but you could summon no amount of power or magic to stop it. This made it worse, you couldn’t control it. You couldn’t stop it and the storm raged on, worse this time as the thunder came from within.

“You’re safe, I’ve got you. Not gonna let anythin’ nasty get you, just take your time” He knelt before you, so that he was all that you could see.

As you slowly managed to regulate your breathing, you stayed sat in the same position as before. Rain started to fall as your tears broke, rolling down your face as the rain pelted down from the sky. You reached for him and he held you, arms wrapping around you as raindrops rolled down his cheeks.

You both stayed, crouched on the floor with the rain hammering down and soaking you both as he pressed the most tender kisses. First against your forehead, then your temple and finally a gentle peck against your lips.

Eventually, Spike moved, only to remove his leather duster to drape it around your shoulders. You hadn’t brought a jacket despite his insistence back in your shared crypt. He didn’t feel the weather and even if he did he would have done the same. Just as he knew you would for him.  

“Sorry about…”

“Don’t you ever apologise. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, you got nothin’ to be sorry for. I meant it, I always mean it. I’m here for every part of you” The look in his eyes told you that he meant every word. There was no reason for you to ever feel embarrassed, especially not around him. You would never be a burden, nor an inconvenience.

“Thanks” you murmured, but the look he gave you told you that him being here for you was not something he needed to be thanked for, he loved you after all. He was by your side always.

“Let’s get you home, love, catch your death out here” he joked, a watery smile on your face as you pulled his jacket around you. He encouraged you to lean against him as you walked, his arm firmly around your shoulders, the weather clearing if only slightly as you went.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 17 - Dimple

@jegulus-microfic May 17, Word count 486

Previous part First part

The phial seemed to almost glow in the darkness. Regulus removed the mandrake leaf from his mouth and carefully put it into the phial, and then he reached up and plucked a hair from his head and dropped it in after. He pushed the stopper back on, and they were done. 

Regulus looked over at the whomping willow. He was one step closer to being an animagus and joining James and the others on their moonlit runs. Plus, having the ability to turn into an animal at will, with no one knowing he could, opened up other doors to him as well. 

He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face when James took his hand and pulled him in for a kiss. It had been one month exactly since Regulus had done basically what James was doing now. 

It had been a spur of the moment thing. It may have been James's first kiss, but James had been taking full advantage of being allowed to kiss him since. It may have been James's first kiss whenever he wanted, within reason. They still kept their distance when in public. It wouldn’t do for the main populace to see him consorting with Gryffindors. He had a reputation to uphold after all. Not that he particularly liked that reputation or what it would bring the second he finished his schooling.

James broke their kiss, which brought Regulus out of his thoughts. James reached up and prodded his cheek. 

“You know I never knew you had a dimple until recently when you started smiling around me.” James continued to stroke the spot where Regulus knew the little divot was. He looked up at the pure pleasure on James’s face from being allowed to touch him. How had no one snapped him up? James was a catch. Not that he would tell him, the boy's ego was inflated enough as it was. 

“Shall we go put the phial away and go to bed?” He asked. He’d snuck up to Gryffindor tower a few times over the last month. They hadn’t done much more than kissing, but he’d slept in James’s arms, and he'd found that to be the most wonderful place to be. 

Sirius had kicked up a fuss about Regulus’s continued presence in their dorm, but Regulus had pointed out he really didn’t have a leg to stand on, as they all knew he hadn’t slept in his own bed for months.

Thank Salazar for silencing charms, though. He didn’t know, nor did he want to know, what Remus did to his brother, but Sirius's level of dishevelment when he emerged from behind the curtains in the morning was off the charts. But right now the dorm was empty. He and James would have the whole night together undisturbed.

He sighed as James led him back to the castle, wrapping them in the invisibility cloak as they went. 

Next part

[tartsinarat]

I don’t have much energy (on account of still being sick :/) but I still wanted to do something so dug up an old unfinished screenshot edit that I did a while ago but never finished until now

But yeah this is from the au’s version of Eclipse Lake, which happens a bit later down the timeline than the original.

It’s set just before Hollow mind instead and I’ll explain the timeline differences in much better detail in a different post but it’s basically because Luz isn’t focusing on going home like in the og so she is seeking on ways of getting revenge on Belos and saving Pip and Eda.

But Amity has been wanting to cheer up her awesome girlfriend so she’s been secretly researching ways to create a portal door as a surprise, so Amity was the one who found out about the titan veins through the echo mouse instead and went to go find some titan blood without telling Luz.

If you’re probably wondering where Hunter is…He’s actually taking an extremely well deserved break :0 (lmao, just kidding he’s still apart of the Eclipse lake events) as Pip is surprisingly extremely efficient at sorting out tasks (normal Pip could never, this is all the brainwashing tea lmao) and so Hunter has unwilling ended up getting all his work done by Pip…

Hunter doesn’t want to admit it but he is happy about finally getting a break because he’s getting to do normal teen stuff and play with flapjack more often but he does feel like he’s getting replaced so there is complicated feelings there (it also doesn’t help that Pip is now getting all the attention from Belos and is on top of that able to do magic so Hunter is switching between “I’ve got to do as much as I can so I don’t get replaced” to “it’s kinda nice not being in mortal danger every five seconds and being able to hang out with Willow”)

But yeah onto the episode; Much to the displeasure and horror of Kiki she’s having to be supervised by Pip during the titan’s vein assignment so she’s extra cautious and paranoid about not ruining the assignment especially when in front of the Prince…

Hunter wanted to go with Pip but was then explicitly told by Belos to take a break as Pip was handling an extremely special assignment but Hunter immediately flipped into panic mode because after getting kinda jealous of Pip and he wanted to show his worth again to Belos so he ended up secretly following along as a scout in order to be the first to find the titans blood.

Belos obviously already knew that the vein was already decayed and full of Fools blood from when he went there years ago, so the assignment Kiki is on was actually just a wild goose chase created in order for Pip to secretly assassinate Kiki (who’s fucked up one too many times and knows too much about the actual day of unity plans so she’s obviously got to go.)

Amity and Hunter end up working together after stumbling onto each other searching for titans blood, though they’re bickering and fighting each other the entire way but aren’t as antagonistic with each other as Hunter has slowly mellowed out after hanging out with the emerald entrails more often so they do actually end up properly bonding :)

Uh until they accidentally stumble onto Pip’s attempt on Kiki’s life…

I’m personally imagining the spiderman meme with Pip, Amity and Hunter happening and then Kiki scampering away at full speed in the background.

So yeah Amity is just majorly confused on the fact that she’s just randomly found Pip in the weirdest situation and place possible after months of no contact or communication…

It gets weirder for Amity as Luz never actually told anybody where Pip was and just vaguely said he was staying with family when asked as it wasn’t technically lying (Luz really didn’t want to break Pip’s promise on not telling anyone who he actually is so this is her guilt free way of avoiding questions on where he is)

Pip doesn’t even let Hunter or Amity think about the implications of this whole situation before running off to go catch Kiki and attempt to go for round two… Amity stops him mid way by grabbing his arm which wasn’t the smartest idea.

Because of the brainwashing tea and all the meddling Belos did with his memories, it genuinely makes Pips brain hurt when trying to recognise who Amity or anyone from when he lived in the owl house and so he usually gets really frustrated/aggressive when seeing someone from his past… so Amity interrupting his assignment genuinely made him kinda loose it and try to kill her instead.

The image is the aftermath but they both hit a draw because Hunter does manage to deescalate the situation by reminding Pip to focus on his actual mission instead.

I’ll probably continue this explanation through either a comic or text post :p

[korpuskristae]

Jasmine and Rose - The Air Tastes Just Like You

Warnings: Severus being a moody grump, reference to cannon death, foreshadowing, set during Philosopher’s Stone but no specific references are made, Religious references and guilt

Pairing: Severus Snape x Female Reader, reader uses she/her pronouns

Word Count: 800+

Summary: Severus brews amortentia with his students only to find the scent has changed.

Part 2 Part 3

AN: This is my first time posting fanfiction on this account and to my surprise, I really enjoyed writing this. Ignore any grammar and spelling mistakes, I glanced over this before posting. I wrote this little drabble (it's now much longer than I anticipated and will be split into multiple parts) while listening to Jasmine and Rose by Clan of Xymox so I guess you could consider this a borderline song fic. Here's the song if you’re interested in listening, if you like it you should check out my Sev playlist on Spotify. (Also give me Sev smut ideas, I’m ITCHING to write smth, no teacher-student stuff)

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Hunched over a cauldron, Severus stood in the middle of his dark classroom, his face illuminated only by a candle he’d lit hours ago which had been reduced to a mere stub at this point.

Grumbling to himself, he meticulously cut up some herbs and threw them into the cauldron with a flourish and a flick of his wand to clear off his workbench. Impatiently waiting for the potion to finish brewing, he attempted to busy himself with something, anything, to get his mind off of his current predicament.

A few moments of contemplation passed before that same scent, that damnable scent, snapped him out of his thoughts.

He had to have been insane.

Perhaps he was losing his touch? Even the most knowledgeable scholars have been known to have days where even the simplest of tasks elude them… it was true he hadn’t slept in a while, maybe he was simply imagining things.

Yes, he was just imagining things.

That was the only logical conclusion. He found comfort in the fact that It wasn’t a problem with him but rather his sleep schedule, for once, just maybe, something wasn’t his fault.

His momentary relief of guilt came crashing down upon smelling the scent, your scent, yet again, only this time much stronger.

Still refusing to believe it, he reasoned it must have been some mistake on his part. Maybe he was daft. Furiously waving his wand, he cleared the cauldron of its contents and extinguished the flame underneath.

“Evanesco,” he muttered bitterly as he dramatically spun on his heel before marching over to the potions storeroom.

He was going to settle this once and for all.

He had to be doing something wrong. Maybe the herbs were stored improperly and therefore lost their potency, maybe he measured out the wrong amount of one of the ingredients, maybe…

It didn’t matter in the end.

The possibilities of potential errors were endless. In the art of potioneering, even the smallest of errors could result in entirely different outcomes, perhaps this was one of those cases.

In reality, he didn’t care why or how, he already knew he must’ve, no, definitely, made a mistake somewhere during the brewing process. He had to have…

For the last fifteen years of his miserable life, his Amortentia had smelt like the same thing, lilies. Lilies with a hint of willow bark and the overwhelming smell of vanilla.

Unmistakably Lily’s scent.

Every. year. Every single year he had to teach those insufferable brats how to brew the cursed potion he was tormented by the memory of Lily. Reminded of how he had failed to protect her, reminded of how he had hurt her, and reminded of how one stupid mistake landed him a life sentence of servitude to not one but two wizards. Trapping him right in the middle of a war, ensuring his life would forever be dedicated to finding redemption.

Knowing one day, he’d give his life to atone for his mistake.

He carried with him the burden of his guilt three hundred sixty five days a year, twenty four seven, and he would carry it until the end of his days.

But that day, as if to rub salt in the wound, was his own personal hell, personally delegated to him by God, if there even was one, dedicated to guilt and self hatred.

Severus was God’s very own crowned patron saint of guilt and he felt it necessary for his saint to be subject to his very virtue.

Today was that day, his saintly day if you will, or rather, was supposed to be that day.

While everyone usually tended to give Severus a wide berth, students and staff alike avoided the potions master like the plague whenever the Amortentia lesson drew near. Already known for his intimidating demeanor and hot-headed attitude, the week of the lesson was among the worst for those unfortunate enough to be in his presence.

Even the smallest of provocations would cause Severus to fly off the handle and berate whoever was unlucky enough to be within his general vicinity.

Naturally, Hogwarts’s rumor mill was working overtime to come up with a plausible explanation for the Potions Master’s increased irritability.

But no one rumor stuck around for too long, and eventually, students would grow bored after a week or two, moving on to the next piece of hot gossip, of which there was no shortage.

Nevertheless, Severus never paid any mind to the school’s gossip, at least not since he was a student. He found it endearing how valiantly you defended him in front of students who dared to bad mouth him around you, he’d never admit it, but knowing someone didn’t see him as an emotionless bat of the dungeons made him feel just a little bit better about himself.

(Sorry for abrupt ending, will be a part 2 :p)

[f1nalboys]

Hey... Ya know what would be cool or whatever?

*Gently kicks rock with my hands in my pockets trying not to show how much I crave this*

If you'd make The Creature!Randy as a short story au yearning for Reader/Lisa... I don't know I think it be neat...Just saying.

spooky ur a GENIUS!!!!! have not stopped thinking abt this since i watched the movie and <3333333 randy is the perfect undead husband i fear to say!!! this is a little short and really just focuses on the beginning of everything, but i hope its enjoyable nonetheless!!!!

From The Grave - Randy Meeks

The Creature!Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1025

WARNINGS: post death randy, the briefest description of corpse randy, mention of roadkill, nothing too graphic tho <3, reader is around randys age when he died but no specifc age is said, inspired by lisa frankenstein <3

His grave was tucked underneath a large willow tree, the branches hanging low and wide, hiding his lone headstone. You discovered it a few months ago on a warm spring afternoon as you carefully made your way through the abandoned graveyard in Woodsboro, stepping over gnarled roots and vines. The headstone was cracked, covered in moss and dirt, but you could just barely make out some of the writing on it as you got closer, your hand swinging by your side as the leaves of the tree shaded you from the sun.

“Randy Meeks. 1978-1997.” 

He was young, like you. Alone, too, if the state of his grave was any indication. Despite passing the other graves, all in similar states of disrepair, something about this one stood out to you. Maybe it was the fact you knew nothing of him; other headstones told you that buried deep in the ground was a husband, a wife, a child, but here there was nothing. Or, maybe, it was the fact that he was of similar age to you and was hidden away like you so often felt. 

Regardless, you spent the next hour carefully scraping the moss off of the stone with your finger and, when the grime became too hard to simply push off, with your pen. You didn’t have any water or soap and as you stand, wiping your hands off onto your jeans with a pleased smile at the progress, you resolve to come back tomorrow and finish cleaning it up. Sure, no one ever came through here, and the grass was as high as your knees in some parts of the cemetery, and you swore when you turned your back to his grave you could feel someone staring at you, but you were going to finish your job here. 

And so you did. The next day, bright and early, you clean up Randy Meeks’s headstone until it sparkles in the sunlight that broke through the gaps of the leaves. But then you come back the next day, and the next, and the next. For weeks, whenever you have the chance to, you make your way through the rusted iron fence and through the thick grass to him. 

Always to him.

You eventually wear down a path to his grave, the grass around the headstone itself squashed down from your constant pacing as you talk out loud. Talking helped clear your mind, and despite no response, you felt more seen and understood by him than you ever had before. You sometimes caught yourself pausing after a sentence as if waiting for a response and everytime you swore the wind would pick up and the leaves above you would rustle his answer.

Each time you left the cemetery, you’d write off whatever you felt in the moment and resign yourself back to your lonely existence. 

And then the strange storm happened. Dark, green, swirling clouds loomed in the sky above you, but they couldn't deter you. You made your way to the cemetery, rested your head on his gravestone, fingers tracing the etching of his name, and cried. Your whispers came out quick and harsh, cut off with random gulps of air, as you told him how you just wished you and he could be together. How your life was awful, how all you wanted was to be seen and loved and be treated how you knew he would treat you. 

You wanted to join him in death since he couldn't join you in life.

There was a crack of thunder, a flash of light, and when your eyes opened you were back home. You shake it off, sure you made your way home on auto-pilot. As you stumble through your routine to get ready for bed, you pause at the sound of a groan outside. Just as you turn your head to investigate, your front window shatters and a foul smell reminiscent of the decomposing fox on the side of the road you pass by everyday wafts in. Your hand covers your mouth and nose to stop from hurling just as he crawls through your window. 

After a few laps around your house, you sit across from him in your bedroom, staring at him wearily. “Who are you?” Is the only thing you can think to ask, though it doesn’t result in much. The man keeps grunting, getting increasingly more frustrated at your lack of understanding. He’s caked in mud and god knows what else, his eyes a bright blue. He can’t talk and you can’t understand him, but you swear you know him from somewhere. You run through the list of men you know, name after name, but he shakes his head after each one, his fingers drumming on his bent knee.

Eventually you stand and give him a notebook and a pen, hoping he can write. You watch as he takes it, his eyes focused on the paper in front of him, his tongue poking out from his lips as he concentrates. Finally, he looks up and meets your eye, an intensity in them you hadn't seen before. You take the notebook and look down, gasping quietly as you read the name.

“Randy?” You ask, eyes widening slightly as you look back towards him. He nods. “My Randy? From the graveyard?” Another nod and the closest thing to a smile you’ve seen him make yet. None of it makes sense. You knew that the real Randy Meeks had been dead for years but here he was in front of you. “Could you hear me? When I spoke to you?”

He nods his head once again, reaching his large hand out for yours. You grimace slightly at the feeling of the mud and viscera on his skin but you don't pull away. Instead, you watch with a morbid curiosity as he brings your hand to his undead lips, pressing them against your hand. Your hand tingles, a lightning bolt crawling up your arm. 

It was him. He was here for you. Somehow, someway, he clawed his way out of death to find you. 

It was the most romantic thing you could think of.

[keelywolfe]

Heyyy :D

I really love your series but your radioapple standalones are also sooo good😍, are there any wips of standalones that you never finished? Any that you wanna share a little bit of 👁👄👁

I have all kinds of notes and WIPs all over the place. 😂 Not much of it is clear enough to share, mostly stream of thought, tidbits and whatnot, but sure, here is a quick and dirty scribble I might finish someday.

It was late, or early, depending on perspective and Lucifer was cleaning up from last night’s celebration. They were celebrating their tenth guest, it was progress and Lucifer couldn’t really get drunk so he mostly played babysitter.

Mostly he was tidying up behind the bed, setting washed glasses out to dry and sweeping up the mess; he’d sent Husk off to bed, him and Angel both, walking together like leaning against the other was the only thing keeping either of them upright. Lucifer didn’t pretend to be the most observant guy out there but if those two weren’t playing tickle the pickle already, then their deli tray was in need of a refill.

Huh. Weird. He swore he could hear music.

Lucifer followed the sound of it through the backroom door. The bar didn’t have any food more complicated than pretzels, but there were jars of maraschino cherries and pearl onions stacked back here along with extra glassware and beer kegs.  

A quick peek didn’t show him anything, but the music was louder and Lucifer turned a corner and stopped.

There in the backroom was Alastor, waltzing to the music, alone.

His eyes were closed, his smile hazy bright as he moved with wobbly elegance, steps as slurred as his speech surely was. He’d shed his coat at some point, down to shirtsleeves and suspenders and sleeve garters, and it was as bared as Lucifer had ever seen him. The fit of his trousers emphasized his slim waist, honestly, that coat gave him a lot of bulk because beneath it, Alastor was slender as a willow branch and moved much the same way, caught up in the music.

Lucifer stood in the doorway, watching, staring, really, and distantly wondering what the hell his problem was. It wasn’t as if he’d never seen Alastor dance before; just tonight he’d been in the bar at some point, proving what that Whimzy woman said about his dancing skills.

But it was just another of the incongruous pieces that made him up. Lucifer didn’t understand Alastor at all. He was a mystery wrapped in a conundrum all rolled up in bullshit; he was an overlord with no territory, he stayed at the hotel ‘for the entertainment’ but nearly died protecting it. Lucifer saw it himself.

Unless dying was entertainment, what did he know.

“…have you ever seen a dream walking…well, I did...”

If the sway of his steps and his wobbly turns were a sign he’d been drinking, then gin bottle in his hand was one of the neon variety. As he whirled, gin slopped over his hand, the sharp juniper smell of it strong and Lucifer only watched.

“…did you ever see heaven right in your arms, saying, ‘I love you, I do’…”

Lucifer was moving before he even thought, his boots soft on the floor as he walked up to where Alastor swayed and set his hands on him. Alastor didn’t so much as flinch, as if he’d been waiting for someone to take him into his arms. He didn’t even open his eyes when Lucifer caught hold of the bottle and set it aside, replacing it with his own hand, and pulling Alastor into a twirl, the two of them swaying in unison to the soft music around them. Moving as one while the crooning song coaxed them to step and twirl and dance.

“…the dream that was walking and the dream that was talking and the heaven in my arms was you…”

Dipping someone taller than you wasn’t an easy move, but this wasn’t amateur hour here, Lucifer had some ten thousand years of practice at it.

The song faded to silence, going back to wherever it came from in the first place. Only then did Alastor open his eyes. Hazy crimson, as bright as his smile and Alastor was close, too close, filling Lucifer with an urge he hadn’t had in a long, long time.

He was already starting to lean in when Alastor spoke, “You should toddle off to bed now, your majesty.”

Lucifer only raised an eyebrow, “Should I?” Being told what to do always made him bristle and he leaned in more, their mouths only a breath apart. “You sure about that, radio demon?”

Alastor’s eyes dropped to his mouth, his own lips tightening. “Quite. Now let me up.”

Lucifer didn’t move, waited long enough for Alastor to squirm restlessly in his arms before swinging him back up to his feet.

He straightened his tie, dusting off his shirtfront with brisk, agitated moves.

“What’s the matter, Al-a-stor,” Lucifer said teasingly. “You don’t like to kiss?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“No? All of Hell is my business, sweet cheeks.”

“Not this,” Alastor snapped. “What do you even want?”

Lucifer slouched back against the shelves, arms crossed as he watched Alastor's discomfort with no little enjoyment. If he'd been drunk before, it certainly wore off quickly. “Wanted a kiss, whatever came after was optional.”

The flick of his glance was filled with disgust. “I don’t engage in that sort of casual activity.”

Now it was Lucifer’s turn to laugh. “I’ve been with the same woman since humans were created and you think I do casual sex?”

“Unlike you, I don’t take an interest in the personal lives of others.”

“You should! Lots of interesting information you can get there.” Lucifer stepped forward and tipped his head up in invitation, a reversal of their previous position. “Give me a kiss, Alastor.”

Those crimson eyes went wide and Alastor stumbled back a step, as graceless as Lucifer had ever seen him.

“What is wrong with you!” Alastor snapped, a mixture of anger and bewilderment.

He shrugged. “All night long watching everyone so happy, dancing with the person they love. Maybe it was inspiring.”

“Considering the only emotion I have for you is barely contained contempt, you may wish to go back to sightseeing.

“Trust me, you’re not containing it, barely or otherwise. One kiss.”

Alastor glared at him through narrowed eyes. “What do I get in return?”

Lucifer laughed. “You get me to kiss you back! This isn’t a deal, you don’t need to negotiate terms.”

“I disagree.”

“You can give me one itty bitty kiss for free, can’t you. It’s not like you’ve never been kissed before.”

Silence and something flashed across Alastor’s face, quickly hidden behind that smiling mask.

“You haven’t, have you. Oh, sweetheart, let me tell you, you’re missing out.”

“I sincerely doubt it,” Alastor said icily.

[nicolesainz]

Focus on me (MM 7)

Mason Mount x f!reader

A/n: I have to give credits to my bff willow @landooscar for sending me that Mason gif on the Manchester United chair where his thighs are spread. You will see later on what l mean. For now thank her and I hope you enjoy the story.

Summary: Mason loves to fool around. But isn't really a fan of you giving your attention to other boys. So he decides not to play nice with you and give you a taste of your own medicine.

Warnings: minors dni, 18+, smut content, teasing, thigh riding, praise kink

"Hey babe? Can you come down and help me with something for a moment?”

Mason got no response. He allowed himself to finish preparing dinner for a few minutes, before he called me once again.

“Hello? Y/N? Can you help me down here, love?”

I could practically hear him but in that moment I was too focused on the Tv screen and too pumped to remove my eyes from it.

Footsteps were echoing through the corridor that was close to our bedroom. There was a soft knock on the door, as Mason thought that I was probably sleeping.

“Darling, are you awake?”

He said so softly and calmly. Gosh, how can one not fall in love with this man.

I went up to him and opened the door, trying to hide the grin I had on my face. Mason raised his eyebrows suspiciously, wondering what I may be doing alone.

“Why weren’t you coming downstairs to help me? I need some cooking advice from your mother but she won’t respond my calls”

I blinked. I couldn’t respond. It’s not like I was doing anything weird or unfaithful, but it wasn’t my finest moment. I think all girls have celebrity crushes, even when they have boyfriends. Right?

“I, uh, I was watching F1’s qualifying. It just finished.”

That was partially true.

“Righttt. And who got pole? Can I see?”

He approached the TV and he saw that it had been paused to a very particular moment that the director had filmed.

On the screen, there was Carlos Sainz, slicking through his long black hair, whilst waving at the cameraman. See? I told you. Not my finest moment.

“Babe, that’s Carlos. Why did you pause at that moment?”

Now that was the moment I blinked even more. Unable to respond. How do you exactly tell your boyfriend of three years that recently buzzed his hair, that you were admiring another man’s haircut.

It was kinda weird, but I had no shame. Maybe a little.

Mason scratched his head as he was waiting for my response, when he actually realized why I had paused the livestream. He felt his shirt hair and then looked at Carlos’s lengthy hairstyle.

“It’s the hair innit?”

His face dropped massively. I’m not going to lie, I’m not the biggest fan of buzzcuts but it fit Mason beautifully. I was though an even bigger fan of his prince-like hairstyle. My god, the way my fingers would tangle around, was mesmerizing.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you didn’t want me to buzz my hair this short? I would have picked another hairstyle”

“Masey, it’s your hair. I’m not one to judge or say anything. I love every single one of your hairstyles. Nothing changes just because you have shorter or longer hair.”

“But apparently you’re a fan of long hairstyles”

“It’s practically in many ways”

I was hinting at the time we were having sex on the couch and as Mason was about to fall, I pulled him from his hair and pulled his body against mine, still keeping the connection.

“That was very hot babe”

I felt bad that he had to see such a weak moment of mine. I love Mason no matter what. I don’t care about his looks. I only care about the person he is. The hair is the last thing I pay attention too.

“I’m so sorry Mase. This doesn’t mean anything. This is silly, I shouldn’t have done that, I don’t even know why I did.”

He wasn’t responding.

“Do you maybe want me to leave for a few hours and come back? I’ll go to my mom and pick up that recipe you want”

Instead of saying anything, he turned off the Tv, and sat on the bed, with his thighs kneeling in front of my eyes.

Before doing that he removed his shorts and shirt, revealing once again his Greek god like built body, full of beautiful drawn tattoos. My weakness being the champions league one on his rib cage.

“I need you to come close baby”

He said stiffly, in a more manly manner than the one he usually has. His Adam’s apple was sitting on the center of his neck and vile thoughts of me kissing this spot entered my brain.

I approached the bed, only to be dragged by Mason on top of his thighs. In mere seconds I was left shirtless, gifting him what he was asking for. His girlfriend bra-less and in the most vulnerable position ever.

“I’m the only man that’s allowed to make your tits hard. Are we clear about that?”

I simply nodded, as my eyes were wandering around his toned muscles on his shoulders and hardened errection. I didn’t know where to look.

“You’ll do as I say, right princess?”

“Y-es”

I replied weakly

“Ride my thigh. I want you to ride me until I feel your cum running down it. Until your pussy is stretched to its limits but you beg for more”

I was left speechless. I don’t know how we went from him wanting to cook, to making me cum out of nowhere. But I liked it.

I started rubbing myself on his thigh as his hands were holding my ass firmly and his lips had attacked mine, removing the oxygen from my system.

Moving up and down, I was feeling the heat on my pussy and Mason’s thigh trembling and pushing itself upwards, close to my clit. His fingers were sliding from the back of my ass, to under my panties and at first softly caressing my wet folds.

As his lips moved downwards to my neck, leaving endless marks in a certain pattern I couldn’t really understand, my pussy came face to face with his knee that was almost deep inside me. Like his fingers. The pace kept rising and more moans were escaping my lips.

“You’re mine. Solely mine”

“Your neck, your lips, your pussy. All mine”

“You’re the only man you’re allowed to admire. No one else”

I had reached the point were Mason’s thigh was covered in my cum and he moved me to the left one, repeating the same thing but never removing his fingers from my clit.

I let out a squeak as Mason hit my G-spot, earning a soft laugh from him. His lips were now occupied with my nipples and bouncing breasts, whilst mine were kissing his collarbone and nails were dug deep into his back.

“You’re the only one Mase”

“I’m yours. Body and soul”

Mason let out a frustrating moan, before we both orgasmed at the same time.

“You complete me baby. I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too Mase. You’re my boyfriend and the only for me”

Let’s just say that at night we barely did anything but hug and make love to each other.

[3rizu]

A Weeping Willow’s Dream

Forever his

Contents: Suguru x reader - Satoru x reader - Shoko x Utahime - pet names(sweetheart, princess, etc) - ooc

Word Count: 4,572

A/N: I had other things to do so I had to delay

Masterlist

Both you and Satoru had finally gotten up from cuddling together though you were a bit awkward and nervous. He didn't mind one bit; he loved it. Although there was a voice at the back of your mind telling you to be careful so it wouldn’t end like the last time. You tried not to think about it as much as Satoru was making you breakfast and you didn’t want to ruin the mood with your dumb words.

“Princess? Here’s your breakfast.” Satoru said, placing your plate of food in front of your face, and then giving you a drink to wash it down.

“Thank you, Sat- Gojo”

“You can call me Satoru, I don't mind.” He said smiling sweetly at you and speaking in that soft tone he always used when talking to you.

“Really? You don’t mind.” You said, a bit surprised he didn’t mind, if anything you thought he’d be weirded out.

“Of course, I don’t mind.” Satoru smiled and then headed back to the stove to serve himself breakfast too.

You stayed silent admiring him. He looked so angelic, gosh you are such a fool for this man. Although to you that could not happen under any circumstances, you would not fall in love with Satoru. He was a great guy and all but the thought of this turning out the way Suguru and you ended, you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

What if Satoru was always just flirty to his female friends, you could ruin your entire friendship. Though would someone who’s not interested in you share a bed with you? No, of course not. Right? You kept overthinking everything till finally Satoru sat down next to you and continued talking, gosh his lips looked so supple and soft.

“Hey? Are you okay?” Satoru asked as he took a bite of his food.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired is all.” Your gaze stayed on your plate taking a bite of food, surprisingly he was a good cook.

“Oh is that so? Do you want anything to help?” He was slightly concerned about how you got tired when you had slept pretty well last night.

“No, it’s fine.” You said while you continued eating Satoru’s food.

“Alright princess.”

—

While you and Satoru were out to dinner you happened to spot him, how lucky you were to see the one guy you didn’t want to see while out with the girl who stole him from you. Suguru was with Kozumi with his arm around her waist and both looked at each other with love in their eyes, it was sickening. Although Satoru noticed he was slightly concerned this was none of his business if you and this man didn’t have the best relationship, he should wait till you either spoke to him about what happened between you and that man or when you gave him some sort of signal to ask.

“Sweetheart, so what would you like to eat?” He said his tone was soft and sweet as always.

“Oh uhm I don’t know. Could you pick for me?” You said your gaze finally focusing back onto him after looking at Kozumi with envy and jealousy.

“Of course, would you like — “

“Yeah that’d be great”

Finally, the server came over grabbing the notepad and their pen to write everything down.

“What would you guys like to drink? And any appetizers?”

“I’d like strawberry lemonade.”

“Uhm I’ll get — “

“And for our appetizer, we’ll get — “

“Alright, I’ll be right back with your drinks,” The server said heading back while you focused back on the Satoru.

“Satoru? How come you chose this place to take me out for dinner?“ You said you were a bit curious as to why he took you here out of all places.

“Well I’ve always liked this place and I like you a lot so why not bring you here?” He said as if it was obvious as to why he brought you here.

“That's sweet, Satoru.” You were a bit surprised but not a lot. You knew him enough that he would say something like that.

“Of course from yours truly.”

“Yeah.”

—

You watched as Shoko finished up with putting her heels on then you looked at Utahime she was just fixing up her makeup before she headed out both you and Shoko following after.

As the sun disappeared into the horizon the night took over covering the city in a blanket of stars and darkness. While Shoko and Utahime had disappeared somewhere else probably to make out, you looked while drunk people kept drinking and dancing like they had nothing to worry about. Your hand grabbed onto the drink in front of you, it’d nice to let loose every once in a while especially with exams coming up so you took a sip and then finished it.

-

“Satoru?~” You said, into the phone while you had called Satoru because you couldn’t find your friends.

“Sweetie, are you drunk?” He said, chuckling at the way you sounded.

“Nuh uhh”

“Where are you? I’ll come pick you up, pretty” He said, while he got up from bed, he got all his things and checked the time 12:56 AM.

“Mm, you have my l-location. I sent it to y-you.” You said stuttering, sitting down on something to balance yourself.

-

He gently took your hand, chuckling as he saw you stumble and with the additional slurring of your words. He carried you to the car as much as he loved seeing you stumble around you might run into a pole, he placed you in the front seat to see you better while driving. He hummed while driving making sure to glance at you every once in a while to make sure you were fine.

The drive back to your place was quiet due to you falling asleep inside his car, although Satoru didn’t mind he loved the way you looked while you were asleep. Soon enough you both arrived at your house, and he got out of the car, walked to your side, and helped you out of the car. Your body lies in his arms safe and secure.

He loved this sight of your peacefully asleep, while he carried you into your home. He looked through the purse he had put on top of you, he fished out the keys after finding random things in your house but finally, he unlocked your house. Your eyes open up a bit looking around, before closing them and going back to closing your eyes. He turned on the lights before he ran into something sighing when he saw that he was about to run into a table. He took his shoes off, and then he carefully took off your heels.

He headed to your bedroom and opened the door, he laid you down on your bed debating on if he should change your clothes or if it would be okay. He changed you into clothes he found in your drawers making sure he covered you with a nearby blanket, he did not want to see your body when he hadn't even officially asked you out. What a respectful man he was, he thought in his mind adding on saying his mother would be proud.

You kept sleeping like a baby before he tucked you into your bed. He looked around your room. It was a bit messy and he was completely bored so why not show you even though you're asleep how clean he can be regardless of the stereotypes that men couldn't clean? He looked around your house looking for trash bags he found one and started to round up all your trash he considered cleaning up your sheets too and switching he said no. He ended up washing them and putting you back onto your bed after he found other sheets and blankets in your closet.

He kept straightening up all the trash and then concentrating on organizing all your stuff working on your closet, then heading to work on your vanity, putting everything away, and tidying up the table. After he finished his hard work he was happy with the product. It wasn't deep cleaned but it was clean and tidy. HE sat down on your bed and he was washing your other sheets and blankets but for now, he'd close his eyes (he was going to sleep) and not fall asleep.

—

It was 7:53 AM and you had finally gotten up. You looked around and rubbed your eyes not believing it was so clean you almost thought that a fairy or something had come to clean up. You sat up and saw Satoru peacefully asleep. You came up with the conclusion he had seen the messy state your bedroom was in and wanted to help.

“Satoru? Did you clean up my bedroom for me?” The answer was obvious but you wanted some type of reassurance that he cleaned it up just for you to like it in some way.

“Yes, I-I did princess.” He mumbled out too tired to even have enough energy to respond properly.

You chuckled at his mumbling and laid down again right next to home wanting to stay in the moment for a while longer. Satoru seemed surprised you had stayed, and then it hit you. You had a big headache because you were hungover.

You sighed, turning onto your tummy and groaning into your pillow, why did you have to go and get so drunk? Satoru chuckled while stroking your hair, his hands moved to wrap around your waist and bring you closer to his body. You looked at Satoru while he kept stroking your hair giving you that same loving look. He smiled, while you hesitated to snuggle closer to him, although you knew he loved or somewhat liked you. You weren't sure if he did but you hoped he did like you and it wasn't just his personality.

You closed your eyes though you realized you didn't just have a raging headache you were also really thirsty.

“By the way, what about my thanks for cleaning up your messy bedroom?”

“Thank you, Satoru.” You said, reluctantly while you sat up, and left your bed to get some water.

“Where are you going?” He said, propping himself up with his elbow, and watching your figure as you left him in your bedroom.

“I went to get water.” You said while you slipped back into bed, while the bed slightly dipped with your weight.

“Without your pretty husband?” He said, acting sad as if you leaving him had truly hurt him to his core.

“Oh, you're not my husband, asshole.” You said, throwing a pillow at his face.

—

From that day on you both spent a lot of time together most of it, used up with you acting annoyed with the fact he kept hitting on you. The only reason you were so frustrated was because you thought he was just messing around, although if he was just messing around wouldn’t he have stopped a long time ago?

You fell onto your bed groaning, because you had exams in two weeks, and you didn’t want to procrastinate. Though you got up and forced yourself to study for exams, if you had gotten into college, you weren't going to do a shitty job.

The soft sound of ringing filled your bedroom. ‘Satoru🐇🩵’ was calling you, and you wondered why he was calling you but you picked up regardless.

“Hi, pretty. I heard you have exams?.” He said, soft and sweetly.

“Hi, Satoru. How did you know I have exams, you weirdo.” You said, sitting up from your bed and going to sit down on your chair.

“No need to ask questions, anyway do you want to study together?” He said while he was a bit hopeful that you'd say yes to him.

“Fine, you can come over and study with me, but no funny business. Satoru, I mean it.” You said, serious about the matter, you didn't want him to come over just to mess around.

—

Satoru walked into your home taking his shoes off and letting you lead him into your bedroom to study together. You sat down on your bed and Satoru followed behind you sitting down.

“So what are we gonna study together?”

“Let's just start, I'll show you what we’re going to work on.” You said, looking over your study guide since you knew you'd like to have a plan of what you didn't understand and needed to overlook.

“Of course, princess.” He said, sitting closer to you and looking over your shoulder looking at the paper in front of you.

“Oh, that's what you need to work on? Well, princess let me tell you I'm a pro at this” Satoru said, feeling prideful at the fact the things you needed help on he was quite good at.

“Really? Gosh, I'm so lucky to have you.” You said this subject had been your weakness the only one that you did not do your best at.

Satoru smiled at the kindness of your words, he knew that if he was going to date you he'd have to be careful you seemed like such a fragile thing.

“No problem, sweetheart.”

Throughout the day you both kept studying with Satoru checking your answers and making you redo the ones you had gotten wrong. He asked you questions and you had to answer correctly or you'd look at your notes again to see what you had done wrong. Utahime and Shoko had gotten home and with your door wide open they passed by while you and Satoru were distracted with studying. Shoko smiled while looking at the guy. This guy seemed like the perfect man for you and your fragile heart.

Finally, you got every single question correct. Satoru chuckled looking at your pretty smile. You were tired and you needed to do other things. Satoru stayed in your bed nice and comfortable under the blankets while you cleaned up before going to shower. He hummed, he was on his phone hugging the stuffed animal on your bed.

“Satoru, I’m going to go and shower,” You said, grabbing your towel and clothes, and heading to the bathroom. Satoru only nodded and covered himself in the blankets he was comfortable with, especially with your scent all around him.

You took a couple of minutes in the shower, though you finally came back. Satoru was asleep, the soft tufts of hair covering his face, you smiled pushing the hair away from his face. You pulled the blankets higher up his body, he looked like a cat. Though your cat/dog was asleep right next to him, usually she/he would be roaming the house but he chose to sleep with him. If your pet liked him, you wouldn't have an excuse to not date this man.

You dried the rest of your hair before combing it and then getting into bed with Satoru. How you hoped he was going to stay, because if he didn't this would completely break you.

Your hands grabbed at the plushie in between his arms, pulling it away and he wrapped his arms around you instead. You nuzzled closer to him and he smiled calling out your name while he slept, you kissed his cheek. You felt nervous but soon enough the warmth of another body (specifically his) lulled you to sleep.

Utahime was giggling and taking pictures at the sight of you, and the guy you had told them about was a ‘friend’. Shoko smiled at the sight, she was happy for you, and your love life seemed to make quite the turn after Suguru had left.

—

6:54 AM

Satoru had woken up a while ago, though he stayed in bed with you not wanting to wake you up so soon. The sunlight peeked through the blinds hitting your eyes, he moved closer to the edge moving you right next to him. You hummed nuzzling closer to his neck, he loved the sight of you being close to him. Although he was confused when had you gotten into bed with him? He shook his head, He was just glad that you had chosen to sleep with him. He put his chin above your head, and he played with the strands of your hair.

He kissed your cheek as you finally woke up. You squint your eyes as they adjust to the sunlight that fills your bedroom.

“Satoru?” You mumbled, you were still sleepy.

“Yes, princess?” He hummed his fingers grabbing onto pieces of your hair.

“What time is it?”

He grabbed his phone from under the pillow. “6:56 pm”

—

Satoru was near the stove making you breakfast once again, although you had stayed in bed with each other till 8 to watch a movie. Your classes hadn't yet started so you had time to spare, so why not spend that time with Satoru. He served you a plate of food while you watched a show you had recently started Satoru sat next to you.

He kept his gaze on the TV, meanwhile, you both ate your breakfast. You finished your food and got up and you put the dish in the sink and washed it.

Your cat/dog was near your legs asking for a treat, and you finished up and dried your hands. Your pet eagerly went to where you kept its treats. You gave him/her three treats for being such a good pet, it pranced around for a bit longer happy with getting its treats. It went to Satoru’s feet and jumped up onto the couch laying down on his lap.

“You can’t get up now.” You chuckled while he/she got comfortable in his lap.

“It has something against me, I need to go pee.” He said, looking at your pet sleeping as if nothing was wrong.

“That’s too bad. Guess you’re gonna have to hold it till she/he gets up.” You said, sitting down next to him and petting the cat/dog on his lap.

He looked at your hand, sighing trying to not think about peeing. It wasn’t helping at all that the movie had moved to a scene where the characters were in the ocean. Gosh, he hoped he could hold it enough. You leaned on his shoulder watching the movie and his arm wrapped around you kissing your cheek.

You looked away trying not to focus on his kiss. He smiled petting that cat/dog which was peacefully sleeping. He loved the way you blushed and looked away, he was going to try his best at being the best for you. His girl didn't deserve anything less, he thought you deserved the best man he could be. He knew if he didn't do his best some other man would come and steal his girl from right under his nose. That thought was not going to happen under any circumstance.

The cat/dog finally got up deciding it was going to sleep on your bed. Satoru stood up quickly and went to the bathroom to piss. You chuckled as you watched him scurry away to that bathroom. He spent a couple of minutes in the bathroom, it seemed like Satoru had drunk a lot of water earlier. He came back and sighed, sitting on the couch next to you again.

“That bad?”

“I almost pissed myself, don't start please?”

You chuckled leaning on his shoulder again. He hummed, kissing your forehead and focusing back on the TV. Shoko went into the kitchen, grabbed herself a snack, and noticed the both of you on the couch. Utahime followed behind her girlfriend, she grinned looking at the sight of you and your ‘friend’.

He grabbed the nearby throw blanket and put it around the both of you. You snuggled closer to him, he seemed content with your presence and warmth.

—

Satoru took you to his place again this time you were by his pool. It wasn't a surprise to you that he had a pool. He was inside the pool swimming around, while you were sitting near the edge with your legs inside of the water moving them around ripples forming around your legs. He came up from the pool laying his head on your thighs.

“What is it?” You hummed pulling the wet strands of hair away from his face.

“Come inside with me, pretty please?” He asked looking up at you.

“Satoru not now.”

“Just this once please?”

“Fine, I'll come in with you” He smiled happy about you coming inside. He went back into the pool while you got into the pool all the way, the sunlight hitting you in the perfect spot. You looked ethereal, dare he say you look like an angel. He giggled like a schoolgirl, you smiled at the sound.

“You look pretty”

“You’re the sweetest”

“You are what you eat”

“If you weren't such a hottie I wouldn't be with you right now”

“Is that so?” He hummed he knew you weren't ever going to do that.

“Definitely, so-“

Your pet interrupted the both of you as it jumped into the pool swimming around.

“Oh shit it can swim!?”

“I don’t know, I never knew it did!”

Your pet swam around content with being inside the water, and you thought wrong thinking it didn't like water. He/She loved it from the looks of it, especially with it jumping into the water.

Satoru sighed as your pet swam to him, happy to be near him. If anything it seemed like your pet loved him and approved of him. He grabbed onto your pet bringing it to the side of the pool, it seemed pissed at being put outside of the pool. It jumped up onto the pool chairs, laying down and looking at both of you inside of the pool.

Satoru sat up on the edge of the pool, and you followed right behind him.

—

Suguru’s POV

—

3:02 am

It had been a while since Suguru had left your place, his arms were wrapped around Kozumi yet it felt so wrong to him. The fact she didn’t make comments about how stupid the main girl was or commenting on how she could do so much better. He missed you but he would deny it right now he won’t say he misses you because it’d be a blow to his pride and ego.

Suguru knew his safe place was with you and only you, the one girl who had stuck around regardless of how many women he played with. He felt like an absolute idiot, but he would never admit he was an idiot for saying those things to you and treating you like shit. Although his focus stayed on Kozumi who was sitting on his lap, his mind was elsewhere thinking about you. His pretty toy girl.

Kozumi knew what she was doing, she knew she was no saint but she knew one thing that she was going to steal Suguru from you, and that she did. She sat prettily on his lap while Suguru missed the feeling of your touch and he longed to hear that pretty voice of yours.

—

It was the morning after he had left your place he fucked Kozumi typical for him but he didn’t feel anything he didn’t enjoy it. His gaze was focused on the ceiling wondering what you were doing, he smiled at the thought of sleeping in as always and telling him a couple more minutes of slumber he always thought he hated when you’d say that but now he found himself reminiscing the past.

Kozumi was on her side of the bed, though she was already on her phone. He sighed at the thought of you always loving to snuggle up against his chest and say you're gonna keep him trapped. Why did he treat you so horribly? That is something he doesn’t know the answer to yet, though he knows he only realizes this because you’re gone.

What an idiot he was for losing such a perfect girl, his perfect girl. This was so much worse than anything because he was also having sex with you before muttering out some other girl's name like she meant something to him. He was pissed, why did he have to also say she was better than you? Gosh, she's a shitty girl. Kozumi was nothing like you, that soft voice you had, or those beautiful eyes and skin. His hands and fingertips would graze over and kiss It.

Suguru got up, dressed himself, and left. He could not stand being with this lady any more than he had already been with her. He hit his head against the wheel wondering why he had to mess up such a beautiful relationship he had with you. His hands turned the key to the engine making it start up while he hoped for any higher power that existed to make you wait for him just a bit longer, till he came to his senses.

-

Kozumi and Suguru were at a restaurant together, he looked around but he didn't think he'd see you.

Who was this man you were with? He wondered why you were with this weirdo, you could do so much better. He quickly looked away looking at Kozumi, he hoped you hadn't seen him looking at you. He pulled out a chair for Kozumi, although he hated every second of it and his mind was thinking about you and that man you were with.

He kept talking to her but it felt as if he was on autopilot mode, he wanted to look at you and that man from hearing your voice say Satoru he guessed that was his name. This dude Satoru was a nuisance. Who did he think he was coming to you and taking you away from him?

Though Suguru stayed calm he didn't want to do something stupid and rash. When Kozumi was looking elsewhere you best believe his gaze was focused on you. His eyes seemed to glimmer with love, and the sound of your voice was a melody not to mention the way you looked absolutely beautiful.

That's when it hit him, he messed up big-time by letting you go, he was hoping that this Satoru guy would either be good for you or he'd be shitty. For you to be happy, although he knows it's still going to hurt when he sees you with another man. Was he so blind he chose this girl over you? You were so much better the way you were devoted to him like a loyal servant. The way you were so hellbent on helping when he was sick, even if it meant you'd get yourself sick. How he missed waking up at your place and going to the kitchen to see you cooking breakfast for him. In Suguru’s mind, you were forever his.

Suguru longed for the feeling of your touch, and he knew that Satoru, or whatever might just treat you right. If Satoru did treat you well his plan of getting back with you wasn't going to happen.