#and i can’t tell if it’s just one really annoying and passionate anon

[green-lights-33]

‘not my sirius’ NO. he’s not ur sirius. he’s MY sirius. if ur not happy about it then either draw him yourself or grow tf up and stop moaning to me about a fictional fucking character. jesus christ

[miellifluous]

Love your yandere Bachira Scenarios but am I the only one who ever thought Reo was kinda yandere too? Can you write something for him as well but like with a reader who's less enthusiastic about it?

+ fem! reader, yandere behavior, betrothal, possessiveness, expect whatever comes with the concept of yandere

- Anon i’m so sorry i took this long to write your request have mercy 🙏

• I mean it’s a given Reo is a closeted yandere at this point 😭

• Honestly he’d love a challenge, he doesn’t want to just have you, he wants to earn you, being handed everything on a silver platter has made him jaded about receiving gifts, it’s no fun anymore

• You’ve easily moved into his list of treasures, and Reo can most definitely sense that his passion about you bleeds into something darker and more sinister but he really can’t help it

• He wouldn’t, in the beginning, try to get your attention by flaunting his wealth, he’d wanna try and approach you gently, coaxing you into seeing him in a better light

• He’d be friendly to you, never failing to greet you, inviting you to his games or practice and helping you with homework if you need it

• But then he begins getting more intimate, tucking strands of hair behind your ear, caressing your cheeks when you’re talking to him and sometimes leaning down to whisper something in your ear which would have been fine except it feels more like he’s giving you ear a peck

• And you’re quick to show signs of not being very fond of his actions, signs that don’t go unnoticed by him but which he is quick to ignore with a smile

• He clings onto you and follows you around despite your little excuses of needing to go somewhere alone. He dismisses them of course. Why would you need to be alone? Why would you need to go anywhere without him and Nagi?

• You know, Nagi would probably end up telling Reo straight to his face that he’s annoying you randomly one day, and that’s what causes the realization to truly sink in, that you’re not interested

• And Reo is both desperate and furious, he’s done nothing but follow you around like a faithful dog and this is the outcome? From that point on, he’d begin maximizing his dates with other girls, flirting with them in front of you just in the hopes that you’re gonna end up jealous or something which.. doesn’t work

• so he pretty much resorts to using his money. One day your guardian is suddenly jobless and when did you incur this much debt? The only person who can get you out? Reo. What does he want in exchange? Your hand in marriage. Sure you’re both in highschool, but you can be betrothed to him in the meantime

• When the deal is made, Reo and Nagi suddenly become the people you’re around with the most. Reo constantly surveys you in class, frowning when a classmate starts up a conversation with you and god forbid you get mushy with them

• He has certain expectations from your relationship, he’s a delusional man who wants your relationship to be perfect, so expect loads of affection from him and be ready to return that

• Reo would still be mindful of what you want.. sort of, he wouldn’t force you into anything intimate but he will get irritated and moody if you give him the cold shoulder or the silent treatment and someone.. might even get hurt

• He’s very controlling though, has your location on his phone, goes through your texts and if you’re been a good girl and haven’t interacted much with others, he’ll lift your chin up and pepper your face with kisses and of course shower you with gifts!

• He still has his desires though and he definitely has you dress up for him, specially when he’s in the mood; he’s getting you the prettiest sets of lingerie and the most frilly dresses and skirts that show off so much and just have you sit on his lap, stroking your hair or kissing you, strokes his ego up so much

• Would love to turn you into his wife, obedient and docile for him, one who would welcome him when he gets back from his matches, who’d look so lovely carrying his kids, who would cook for him..

• But Reo is still Reo and is therefore infatuated with you, which means he won’t ever refuse anything you ask (except to bail out of your relationship) and he’s at your beck and call

• He practically worships the ground you walk on and his room is filled with stuff you owned: clothes, bras, panties

• Not one moment when he isn’t thinking of you, you can maybe use that as a way to improve your condition because let’s face it, you’re not getting out of this one, Reo Mikage wants you and he will have you

[dreamsgazer]

Hello I love your writing!! if it's possible I have a request for tangerine. well, not really a request but I saw this prompt "Can you at least look me in the eyes when I talk to you?" and I wondered if you could maybe use it with him.... and make it angsty if possible. Thank you and take your time if u decide to do it!! 💖💖💖💞

Hello Anon! Thank you for your request, I MELTED reading the prompt and your kind words. I hope I did your request justice. Also, I can’t write/read angst stuff if it’s not balanced by fluff and happy endings, so hope you don’t mind it. 

Warnings: Tangerine x Fem!Reader, mention of wounds, swearing

Masterlist

Sometimes We Fight, Don’t We?

The fight we had in Paris after a butchered mission was unexpected in its brutality.

Truth to be told, Tangerine and I rarely fought, fought. We could be both passionate about something and certainly we were vocal and stubborn about our positions on some subjects. 

I had to give him credit that he would give me the same treatment he gave Lemon: the harshness Tangerine usually would reserve for enemies or people he viewed as such wasn’t ever directed to me and his brother. He would get annoyed, but never angry. He would scoff and maybe raise a tad his voice, but never shout or being cruel.

It was an act of affection, in its own way.

This time, though, it seemed we had crossed some unspoken line and I wasn’t sure what to do. Stirring the tea in my cup, alone in my minuscule studio apartment now too crowded with regret and sadness, I thought once more about what happened.

We had a plan to carry on the mission swiftly and with less disruption as possible. He didn’t follow it - figures!

It ended with him being stabbed, and me wanting to cry my eyes out while patching him up, listening to Lemon scolding him more harshly than I had ever heard. I knew why, and so did Tangerine. Tokyo was still too fresh of a memory for them to be back at their somehow nonchalant behaviour during a mission.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have thrown my two cents in the argument, decisively siding with Lemon and getting more and more incensed hearing Tangerine scoffing at our concerns.

“Stop doing that!” I shouted when he brushed our concerns off dor the tenth time, slamming the remaining bandages on the little table “You fucked up, we could have gotten killed, and all you do is being damn defensive instead of apologizing!” 

Tangerine’s temper, one that not even Tokyo had been able to tame - and thank god for that - sparkled to life “Oh, for fuck’s sake, leave me alone! The two of you are acting mental!” Lemon frowned at those words, saying something about his brother’s stupid stubbornness.  “Piss off, Lemon!” Tangerine’s snarl prompted me to intervene again, cheeks burning with anger “Don’t tell him to piss off, he’s right!”

Tangerine turned his back to me, grumbling about needing a cigarette. 

"Can you at least look me in the eyes when I talk to you? “I snapped, temples pulsing and fists clenching on my hips.

Tangerine’s answer had been to grab a smashed pack of cigarettes laying on a nightstand, still not turning to face the mess surrounding him “You are not talking, you are just looking for a fight!”

“It’s because you made me worry sick!”

“Well, then,” he thundered, taking a swift turn for the balcony, rummaging through his pockets for the lighter “we should reconsider if it’s a good idea working together, since this is what happens when things go south!”

“Mate!” Lemon’s scandalized voice had cut through the tension in the room.

I felt my lip wobble and I bit it hard, turning towards the door and quickly grabbing my bag. 

“Where the fuck are you going now?” Tangerine’s voice was still thunderous, but there was something else at its edge. Hesitation? I didn’t stop analysing it, gathering my few things laying around the hotel’s bedroom “I’m going home, if I hurry, I can still board the first flight for London.”

It was my turn to not look at him now, even if I could feel his gaze heaving over me “Are you serious?!”

“Deadly serious. I refuse to stay here and be treated like this.”

As I was marching out of the room I heard Tangerine calling my name, but I let the door slam behind me and that was it. I cried on the cab driving me to the airport, and then cried a bit longer on the airplane bringing me home. 

U  k? Don’t mind him, when he’s in pain he’s an asshole.

Lemon’s message stared back at me the morning after I was back in my apartment. I didn’t want to reply, but it seemed unfair to involve him in something that wasn’t his fault.

Tx, Lem. I’m fine.

The second beep from my smartphone caught me off guard: Yeah, the prick says the same. He’s not. 

I didn’t know how to answer that. So, I didn’t. 

A second beep: I think he was pissed because he disappointed u. And me, but in this case mostly u.

I don’t think my opinion is that much important, Lem.

His reply was fast: I think u r wayyyyyyyyy wrong!

You heard him. I was being mental and maybe we shouldn’t work together.

A heartbeat later: Wanna bet he regrets it? 

Not in the mood to play games, honestly. 

I could practically hear his sigh marking the words on the screen Understandable. Take care, k?

And that was it.

Except it wasn’t. Later that evening my door was almost knocked out by a too forceful knocking. 

When I opened it frowning and ready to rip a new one to whomever was trying to break in, Tangerine was standing in my dim lit landing, comically out of place with his elegant navy coat. 

“For fuck’s sake, do you ever check who is knocking? It could have been a fucking bellend who has grudges against you or shit.”

I was stunned seeing him, and it took me a second before asking him what the hell was he doing there.

“Hello to you too.”

“Don’t start, Tangerine, I don’t -”

“Can I come in?” he sighed, pushing his fingers in his hair, looking somewhat defeated. I inhaled deeply, strengthening my hold on the knob, but before I could slam the door on his gorgeous face he added “’m an idiot, I know.”

Well, that was a first one. I was still too hurt and disappointed, though, and shaking my head, I asked him to leave “I don’t want to say things I’ll end up regretting, Tangerine, so it’s better if you give me some time to cool down.”

He stared at me with wide open blue eyes, and I felt something ache and twist inside my chest. Truth to be told, I didn’t want him to go, but what he had said was stuck in my mind.

“Look,” he frowned, smoothing a non-existent crease on his tailored coat “I’ll go if you want me to, but I just wanted to tell you that-”

The words chocked in his throat, so unused to say them. Tangerine stared at me, huffing deeply “I’m a bastard and I shouldn’t have told you that shit. ‘m sorry, really.”

I was equally shocked and pleased that perhaps for the first time he had admitted his faults. Before I could tell him as much, he cleared his throat “Do you still want me to go? Because if I’m being honest, I’d love to come in and finish what we started in Paris.”

I couldn’t repress my smirk, mirroring his. Just before the mission, Lemon had walked into me and Tangerine, while my hands were on his ass and his lips latched on my throat. We had promised each other to finish after the mission.

“So you came here just to fuck me after giving an half - ass apology?” I joked, my nails running over the lapels of his coat. He took my hand, pressing his lips on my fingers, one by one “I suck with words. Let me show you how bad I feel and how good I can make you feel with a proper… apology.”

Laughing, I finally pulled him inside my little living room, but moved my hand swiftly on his lips, to stop the kiss he was going to give me “Were you serious about not working together?”

Tangerine kissed my fingers again, his mouth moving gently against my skin “I was being an ass. I’d understand if you didn't want to work together again.”

“Well,” I sighed with a not so serious frown “Lemon didn’t do anything to me. It’d be unfair to punish him, don’t you think?”

“Terribly unfair.”

Finally retracting my hand and let him come closer, I looked at him “Just, I need you to promise to be more careful. I mean it, Tan. You have an obligation to stay alive. For Lemon, if not for - "

He kissed me, cupping my face with his hands, cutting my sentence. It was a kiss full of meaning, of apologies and intentions to do better in the future.

“For you as well, love,” he promised, his lips gently travelling to the corner of my mouth.

[devouredbyflame]

I’m a lesbian and I think Im attracted to Loki (whether I’m actually receiving interest from Him is something I plan to spend a while figuring out), but Im worried if I’m attracted to Him I’m making Him something He’s not in my head. I also dislike super masculine depictions of Him, and I’m worried that’s because I’m feminizing Him inappropriately or something. I’ve gotten mental images of Him while meditating that don’t seem accurate to normal depictions and it’s like I can’t tell if 1) I’m making it up or 2) He’s showing that kinda look to me because He knows I’ll like that look more.

I know Deities are kinda beyond actual human looks and gender stuff. Ive seen some people mention using different pronouns for Him, like They/Them… Though I respect the folks who did that, I’m kinda embarrassed to say it but I’ve asked like pronouns/terminology stuff myself, phrasing it as how He’d want me to refer to Him. I almost thought I felt Him amused or something when I did that, first time, and my results with divination seemed… unlikely. Almost felt like He was joking. Not like, at my expense, but still joking. I think keeping trying to confirm was bad though because the answers got really inconsistent and I thought I felt Him again, but this time He was annoyed. I’ve pretty much discounted everything I got from asking that way.

I’ve seen you mention being sapphic/gay in your posts, so I don’t know if you consider yourself interested in human men. If you’re technically bi or something it might not be the same situation, but I just don’t know where to ask about this. It feels like such a silly human thing to worry about when thinking about a Deity but the area feels so important to me it’s hard to just wave off.

Hi anon!

So before I begin, I want to acknowledge that these kinds of questions tend to be difficult to ask especially around the lokean community. It is difficult to have an experience not be in line with the rest of the community’s experience and believe me when I say I know how that feels. So thank you for having the courage to say something because I don’t think many wish to discuss these sorts of things without feeling worried they would somehow be shot down or panic that they would get canceled. I don’t consider myself among the lokean community for this reason just because I don’t align with their opinions or assumptions of Loki at all.

So with that out of the way, you now know my opinion isn’t in alignment with many others'. I don’t wish to sound like I know anything more than other people, but I do realize that pulling away from the community helped me understand Loki in a new light.

Hopefully I’ve amply prepared you for what I’m about to say on this matter because I do have my opinions and they tend to carry more weight to me because they happened outside of the echo chamber I once used to be in with Him.

First of all, having feelings for the Gods, especially Loki, in this way is actually the most natural sort of feeling you can have with a Deity. Loki inspires passion and intimacy and He also tends to feel much like arousal because His energy tends to pull at humans in a way that gets blood pumping and can often feel much like ecstasy.

Loki is, in my opinion, the very heart of Divinity within humans. He is the one who gave us this gift so we can sense the Divine’s presence and He gave us this blood so that we can feel the impassioned responses of sensing Them. Unfortunately, in the West, such feelings are accompanied by shame and guilt and it often destroys this connection to the Divine we might otherwise be having. We repress this feeling because we feel like we shouldn’t have this sort of (very natural) response to a Deity because we are human and what do we mean to Them?

However, we are as much a part of the Divine as the Divine are a natural part of us. These feelings are mutual. We all long to be with the Divine and They long to be with humans. Because Loki is the one to have given us this gift of connection, He, most of all, inspires intense passion and romantic interest in us because we are so immensely devoid of this kind of connection in a lot of places in our lives but especially with the Divine.

So you shouldn’t feel ashamed of that. In fact, that is an absolutely amazing sign that you are open to having this kind of connection with Him that most have already written off because they are human and therefore shouldn’t be feeling any sort of intensity towards a God.

Given that this is the baseline response that is triggered once a human is in proximity to the Divine, there is no other connotation around it beyond the fact that the connection is real and He is with you. People often associate this as a courtship or dating and this also is why Loki tends to have a lot of godspouses because we have no better way of explaining this phenomena otherwise in our Western culture even when those in the East figured this out millennia ago.

Now, in regards to gender, I also, once more, want to say that I am not popular in the Lokean community because I do not think Loki is trans, genderfluid, or non-binary. For further context, I am non-binary and sapphic. Due to being His priestess and wife, it doesn't matter what I'm attracted to because I won't be dating or marrying anyone but Him. I've also known a gay man being married to a Goddess and having the same sort of relationship I do with Loki.

The Divine do not hold the same context and definitions of gender and gender binary as we do, and therefore Their gender alignments aren’t about who has what body part, but rather whose energy is more in alignment with what and in what way. It is ideological rather than physical and so They don't run into the same problems we do with it nor experience Themselves in a similar fashion.

Loki has explained to me that he doesn't care for pronouns because He thinks they ignore the real problem in society which is that femininity is widely considered shameful.

That being said, though He prefers being called a man, that doesn’t stop Him from appearing androgynous, female, or anything else that people fancy Him to be. He normally appears to me as a man even though He once appeared to me without gender and once as a female (to none too subtly point at the fact that I’m gay and I was with a man and this is problematic). He is androgynous, graceful, and tends to act more like a female than male.

He has shown me that He is female-aligned in His own nature given the fact that He enjoys taking care of the home, and doing labor that is considered more feminine (like spinning, weaving, knitting, cooking, cleaning, etc.) than masculine. In Lokasenna, He is called out for being a milk maiden for a winter and also He is known for doing seidr which is a feminine art.

So, anyway, the moral of the story is that, in my experiences, your experience aligns with mine. He gave me the same reaction when I asked Him His pronouns and also got very annoyed with me when I kept asking and finally explained He is a male and then gave me the aforementioned spiel to the effect of “stop putting a definition on me that appeals to your standards of gender."

However, if you are worried about annoying Him, please don’t. He isn’t the most patient of beings and He will be the first to acknowledge the fact that He has a temper sometimes and can get annoyed easily by anyone. I think He just would prefer people to actually ask Him His opinion on things before assuming things that aren't always true. He isn't annoyed to be cruel, He just has a lot of opinions and people don't always ask for them before assuming something of Himself.

It's not because He doesn't like non-binary people, or doesn't support the LGBTQ+ (obviously, He's very queer and tends to collect queer and neuro-divergent followers), but the Divine are not human and therefore don't abide by our societal rules and expectations because They don't experience Themselves as humans do.

We tend to place our societal norms on Them because we think it makes Them more human-like when we're really just trying to make Them fit in with our standards of how to behave in a "correct" society. They tend to look at the bigger picture instead of the smaller ones that fill our time and experiences as humans. Loki is incredibly not interested in being "correct" in any sense of the word. In fact, that is His prerogative to not be what we want Him to be. I think it mostly is the issue we have in general with not asking the Gods who They want to be shown as and would rather write Them into our own narratives ourselves.

I know that was likely more information than you ever wanted and I apologize in advance for the long ramble but I felt like this was an important post to make. I hope it helps you feel more at ease, though.

[machiavellli]

I don't know why, but I never took you for liking men in beards ( personally I like them clean shaved, but to each their own <3<3<3)!

I wish you both the best!!! 💕

Could you please give us some cute anecdotes between you two ( we don't even know each other, but I really think you're both cute together, I remember reading the post in which you talk about him and it's so cute!) ?

I just wish to have a good caring loyal romantic boyfriend and find the one! 😭😭😭 I've been single all my life.

oh well, this was unexpected but at the same time really sweet, so thank you so much anon🫶

gonna write under the cut, ‘cause I don’t want to annoy everyone (that’s also the reason why I don’t talk about him too much here)

a lot to unpack, let’s go by the order of your ask

1. The beard thing

I have to say that I used to be of the same opinion, even because when we first got together he was a BABYYYYY (we were 16 jk) and he had no beard, no hair chest, no nothing lol. But as we grew up he obviously grow into his features and if at first I was not really intrigued by it, I have to say that it does looks so nice on him (I will never admit it tho, cause I complained about it at first). Also, even if he would shave it completely, I don’t think he would be able to reach again that level of smoothness again lol. He is quite hairy in general, so it is what is, but I don’t complain, since now I definitely prefer the beard.

2.

idk if you are referring to that post where I answered the question if I believed in true love (in that case, wow you know the LORE).

But anyway…some anecdotes mhh

he is like very smart. bro could learn literally anything and I’m glad that he sticks to the scientific/economic side of academia or he would also steal my thing lol. He is smart in an “academia term”, like, again, when it comes to learning, understanding complex concepts he is the best at it. but when it comes to the most simple stuff he becomes silly😭😭

he is so slow when he has to do certain tasks, like cooking, choosing clothes,… Or like one time, he studied computer engineering for a year before switching major btw, so he knows it all about computer, programming, software, whatever, but I discovered that he had no idea that you could select multiple pictures when deleting them in your camera roll. LIKE I KNOW IS NOT THAT SERIOUS, but it was so silly. bro could program a tracker from scratch in 30 minutes and it would take him more for deleting 50 pictures.

he is like very passionate about me. I’m his favourite person or thing to do in general and it’s not my impression, he tells me. when you ask him “what do you want to do?” he will always say “stay with you”.

brotha is clingy af. like I did know that his love language was physical touch, but he could pass an enter it’s hugging me and it would still no be enough.

he once told me that the goal of his life was to make me happy and to make me free from work, so that I can write and do the things I’m most passionate about, without having to worry about anything. THE GOAL OF HIS LIFE. apparently he also told this goal to his father.

actually very interested in philosophy, he knows more than me, he said that he would never peruse a career with it, but it’s an important hobby of his.

now. I’m not a bad person. But when I say that he has no red flag expect the fact that he is with me, I mean it. Like he gives so much and I don’t feel like I ever give enough in return, just because he is unmatchable (also mind you, this is from my pov, he would absolutely say that this isn’t true)

tells his friends how they should treat their gf and calls them out if they do bullshit.

Very kind soul.

Very silly man. Sometimes I hate how much I can’t. stop. laughing. when I am around him. Just because he doesn’t the most out of pockets jokes, but just when he is around me

Cat coded. He loves dogs, but if he was an animal he would be a cat. There has been not one time where he would lay down and ask me to scratch his back or hair.

Brotha got the most beautiful curls on this planet earth and no it’s not an exaggeration. His hair are curly, but it’s like this perfect “boccolo” form.

I said in the past and I’ll said it again, he looks like he belongs in ancient Rome. That nose. Beautiful.

He is definitely the one that suffer distance the most, when I am away on holiday he used to get so sad if I didn’t call him everyday.

He definitely would like to do me surprise, but has no clue on how to organise them. He is romantic but would like to do more, but he is like how????????? Again, struggle with simple things.

He hates his brown eyes, but to me they are the cutest, they look gold in the sunshine :,)

I am more of a nerd than him, I’m the one who drags him to anything that has to do with Star Trek, Star Wars, marvel,…and people are always a bit surprised by that

He lets me tap for hours!!!!!!!!! Because he loves to hear about my interests and he smiles while I do it😭

He is a shy dancer (not like I know how to dance too, but with a glass of wine I really start to not care)

But the only thing he is shy with me personally is speaking in English. Because my accent “scares him”. BROTHA. So if I start to talk in English he will answer “baguette”. I’m not kidding.

Very entrepreneurial type of person. He did a lot and does a lot.

Doesn’t really have a favourite artist, but his top artist on Spotify is Chopin. But he used to like a lot Elton John

He works on fixation, this month we have the ✨rubric cube✨ (he wasn’t to do it in less than a minute) and ✨biking✨

You will never know what to gift to him, because he will always answer he wants “you”🙄

He is loyal and so am I. One time a girl tried to approach him by talking about philosophy and i told him that she was flirting probably, he apologised (even if he did nothing wrong, brotha was only talking about Schopenhauer and had no idea of the girl’s intentions) and blocked her on the spot without me saying a word.

Very passionate about health in general, his and the people close to him. Fan of eating well and exercising.

my mom calls him “Saint” because he has to deal with me. I have to say, I don’t always behave so well (YALL IM TRYING), like when he was doing the major I previously mention, he would return from uni on Fridays at 22:00, so the first thing he would do was taking the car and coming to my house. A couple of time, I didn’t even reached the door to say hello, I was to tired, but he never got mad.

He never gets mad in general. He is just a little sad when I cancel plans, I’m the only one between the two that cancels (I swear I’m good too, BUT I DONT STAND A CHANCE IN COMPARISON)

Bought me many plushies, ‘cause he knows I love them.

Will say to me multiple times in a day “you are beautiful” just beacuse I smiled

Only person in the world that told me I look better without glasses. Usually people tell me I look like an alien-

Makes fun of me for not having a driver license, but he would take me anywhere with his car if I asked.

we write each other a letter every three months, beacuse I just love everything about this too much. He always says that he loves me, really, but on a letter we all get deeper.

we are from the same year, but I am 5 months older

he really would do anything for me and I don’t think it’s beacuse we are young, or because we have been together only for 4 years (even if I would say it’s a big number at my age), but because his family was the once to teach him how to love unconditionally (yall they are all so beautiful together😭).

he gives, gives and gives and would never ask back

My blanket man<33 even if during summer it’s insufferable

When we swim together I can just hang on him and he will drag us around LOL

We call each other other “amore” (love) or “tesoro” (treasure)

Never pressed me into doing anything, not once, at it should be, but I sometimes look at my friends relationships and it’s not always like this sadly.

My strength. If I am studying those days it’s just because he is giving me the strength to do it. I’ve been studying in his room and I can’t only really concentrate when someone is around, so he has been helping me endlessly lately. And I know it means so much to him, because I know how much he would rather talk or hold me instead of watching me studying.

We are both a tad old on the inside, we are very chill, not really social, the type of people that wouldn’t talk at a function.

Anyway, I feel like I’ve been over sharing tooooo much, but who doesn’t love a question about something they are passionate about? Hehehe

There are good men out here, I have the proof, you just gotta keep your standards high :))

I was lucky that I got introduced to him through a friend (@/indac0) and after a month we got together. I love the idea of growing with, many people, even adults (ew) told me that I should go out and “experience” instead of staying in my very healthy relationship. But I would rather have grown with someone kind and learned what love is, than trying situationships that I know what would take me to anything. And I believe that this road it’s actually the only one that makes you understand what you like and the only one that won’t make your time feel wasted, because you already know that you are going nowhere with flings and that you will have lost time anywhere. Why not try something serious? Why not try to become a unique piece of puzzle with someone?

This is personally how I view this.

I wish you all the luck with love anon and thanks again for your kind words💖🫶🌷✨

[amirsirwrites]

Hi!! Love your writing style and Saw the dadspy and hey haha I just cut contact with my dad!!Completely unrelated can you please write some headcanons about medic being a good father figure to a teen (16+ so not a lil baby) training under him? Idk how sane this sounds as I am under influences but could you mix in some emotional vulnerability or like them hugging? Sorry for the weird request and thank you sm!!

Hi, anon! Yes, you can, dear. Thank you for the request and don't worry, it's not weird at all. I hope you're doing alright. :)

Dad!Medic with a young adult reader 💜

Requested

Dad!Medic and GN!Young adult!reader

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You joined the mercenaries as medical support, mostly to help poor Medic who started to complain to Ms Pauling about the other mercs, saying, “Those dummkopfs can’t stay alive for even a few minutes!”

The original plan was for you to just operate the Medigun on the field and that was it but, of course, Medic had other plans for you.

When you two first met, you immediately started discussing about all kinds of medical stuff. You were fascinated by Medic’s accomplishments. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Even the most renowned doctors all over the world haven’t managed to accomplish half of what he has.

Given the fact that you shared his passion for medicine, thirst for knowledge, and were relatively new to the medical field, he took you in as his disciple straight away. 

He taught you all about his different inventions and theories. Medic was more interested in the end product than the process of how he got there so he left the science and whatnot for you to figure out. 

You two were the perfect duo. Medic did the crazy brainstorming and experimenting while you examined his impressive messes and made sense of it using the knowledge you got from your medical textbooks. 

Medic enjoyed your company a lot. Finally, someone who could understand him and his wild ideas. The two of you would often stay up late, talking about all kinds of things while sipping your drinks. 

Naturally, Medic eventually began to treat you like his own kid. And although that’s mostly a good thing, it can be a bit annoying, not just for you but also for the other mercs.

The thing about Medic is that he’s very protective of the people he cares about. And I mean really protective. 

If you’re out in battle and you get even just a scratch on your face, Medic will flip out. He’ll be scolding the other mercs for letting you get hurt while hugging you tightly.

He’s not just protective of you in battle. You can bet that he’ll be making sure you eat healthily and avoid unhealthy substances such as alcohol and cigarettes. 

Like I said earlier, when you hang out with him, you two mostly just chat while you eat or drink. You talk about a lot of different things together. Although the topic is usually medical-related, there are those times when you have a heart-to-heart discussion about each other’s lives and feelings. 

Medic shared memories of his childhood and family and so did you. You both feel comfortable talking about personal topics like that with each other.

If you ever tear up while talking about something emotional for you, Medic will bring you in for a hug and pat your back soothingly. “There, there. It’s alright, my dear Täubchen. Thank you for telling me.”

After one of those emotional discussions, when you calmed down after being comforted by him, you gave him a big smile and said, “Thanks, dad.”

You had to start comforting and hugging him instead because tears of joy started streaming down his face after he realised what you said. 

Overall, you two have a very open and loving relationship and are the best of partners in everything. :)

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'Täubchen' - Little dove (German)

'Dummkopfs' - Idiots (German)

[levbolton]

It is I, anon from earlier today and I can now in confidence tell you that your fics have broken me down into nothingness.

Not only am I stupid and cannot read tags but I repeatedly let myself be comforted by your writing only to be hit with the sad truth at the end. You can’t keep getting away with this /j .Your style is so unique and I can feel the passion you have for the characters as you can see their inner turmoils on the writings. I love how you bring them to life

My personal favourite is Monologue (which is highly underrated btw). I love the dynamic between Fumi and Maki plus Fumi talking about her day made me smile so much. Then cane the gut wrenching feeling about Maki. Honestly you managed to balance the fluff with the angst out so well and I really adored it.

To conclude this annoying fan’s rambling, you are my favourite blue period writer and such a great storyteller. I know how you’ve stated that the fandom is quite inactive (cause it is) but your presence manages to be so outstanding to me. I don’t know why I was too nervous to follow now but I might as well write my letter of appreciation so it can be covered by the bots.

I hope you are able to continue doing what you love and have a great rest of day. 🙃

thanks op, kinda figured bcs i have emails from ao3 and your usernames match

personally 'monologue' is quite the lackluster for me, i wanted to use the concept, i think i wanted to make it about ytyt with yotasuke that would tell yatora about the summer festival only to reveal at the end that yatora was unconscious the whole time so yotasuke wasn't talking with anyone, i got the idea while working on 'a psychological take' (where i wrote already a summer festival so it felt unnecessary to do it again) and at the same time i wanted to write fumimaki (bcs there's literally nothing for this married couple, almost canon i'd say, more canon than ytyt), so i combined both, i was still in a phase where i wanted to kill all characters and make them suffer which i think i did a lot and now i just want to write them relax and be happy (writing depression is hard), so it's not really that original inside my head, but im glad at least someone else likes it (for me billy of tea was way more fun to think about)

tbh i've been thinking about moving on from blp for quite a few months already but i simply can't find something else to interest me the same way ytyt does, which sucks bcs if i don't write then no one will write stuff, rn i want to finish this fic i'm sorking on (i hope i get to 100k), then a oneshot about ytyt soulmates and another oneshot about miki and ayano only, then idk, i think it would be good to retire (not to be petty actually, but i did write 40% of the words in the yatoyota tag on ao3)

fandom isn't really only inactive, it is now a bit (i continuously try to collect blp fans here and on twt, the more the merrier), but i just felt ignored since the anime was airing, again maybe it was the bad timing bcs i started posting my first fic towards the end of the anime when people lost the interest bcs that adaptation is horrible, then in february yamaguchi had covid and from march to july it was complete hiatus and then the whole dj drama (which i'd lie if i said the mob mentality to drop it didn't affect me too although i was the one to uncover the doujinshis on my own weeks before it got to twitter, anyway my idea was: this isn't a piece of media i care about and i am already deeply in love with blue period so whatever, my respect for yamaguchi decreased and i got a passive aggressive attitude towards her until she posted the new year ytyt picture with bunnies this january, now i seriously don't care abt whatever else she drew - also damn i'm really side railing with this)

thanks again for your support, sorry for the long unnecessary text lmao, i have too much free time

[softguarnere]

i haven’t done a ship request in forever so hopefully i did this right i can’t remember lmao

for the most part, i’m pretty chill. i’m cool if you’re cool. if not, i can be salty and grumpy. most people would say i’m quiet, shy, and don’t talk much, but with friends, i’m a lot more animated and get more joke-y. i express a lot of my love through memes.

even though i probably qualify as someone you’d call ‘smart’ i’m much more in tune with my creative side (but that may just be the school trauma talking lmao) and i enjoy writing a lot. i also enjoy reading. my favorite are mysteries! other things i like doing is playing video games and watching YT vids about my latest hyperfixation. some more misc interests: history, true crime, anime, musical theater, and cute animals.

ngl i’m ace and so romantic/sexual relationships have never really been all too important to me. if it happens, it happens. ofc this is a ship request LOL, and while i don’t really have a type, i could only imagine living the rest of my life with someone who understands i’m not gonna be the most physically affectionate and that this neurodivergent potato needs space sometimes.

i’m not the biggest texter or responder to things either (usually not gonna be having lengthy convos in texts), and more of the type to randomly send someone something that reminded me of them at weird hours. but i’m not very high maintenance and if i love you, just chilling together is enough.

things i can’t stand in people: bigotry, pretentiousness, defensiveness when rightly called out for something, nazis (+ sympathizers) ✌️

Anon, I swear we could probs be best friends, because we have SO MUCH in common, oh my goodness. (And don't worry -- you did fine hehe) 😊

I ship you with . . .

David Webster!

Lowkey nervous to say that because I know a lot of people don't like him, but 👏hear👏me👏out👏

You know meet-cutes? Y'all accidentally have a meet-not-so-cute. You meet at Camp Toccoa and get off on the wrong foot because Webster is waxing poetic about weekend passes being canceled, and you think he's annoying and pretentious. Because of this, he ends up thinking you're more reserved, but once you finally get to know each other and you open up to him, he could swear that you're personality is brighter and warmer than the sun in the sky

This man is a hyperfixation enabler (in the best way)! He is so content to hear you infodump about the subjects that you're passionate about, and he's super happy to have someone to infodump about sharks with in return

Creative power couple. You're so supportive of each other's writing, helping each other through writer's blocks and bouncing ideas off each other. But he's also content to just sit next to you on quiet days while you both read. He just likes to spend time with you in any form

On occasion, he's a night owl -- especially if he's super hyperfixated on his work. He'll try his best -- like, he's trying really, really, hard, so credit where credit is due -- but he will probably wake you up in the middle of the night at some point to tell you a fact he thinks that you'll like. (And if you wanna show him facts that reminded you of him? His heart will literally melt, because he thinks being remembered is one of the greatest forms of love)

BUT at the same time, he completely gets it if you need space --especially physically. Honestly, he tends to get caught up in his writing so easily that if you need space, he's not gonna mope around or anything because he'll be using he time to work on his novel. I feel like y'all could just work so well together because, yeah it's fun to be around each other, but you both need time to recharge by yourselves, and there's no judgement in that

There is a learning curve, though, so you gotta give him some patience. It's not that Webster means to be overdramatic or pretentious, but sometimes he comes across that way, and he can be a little socially awkward because of it. Give him some time and he'll do better (because he would do anything for you), but patience is key while he learns

I hope you like poetry, because at some point, he is going to write some for you. Or just write anything about you. You know that quote about how "if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die"? Yeah, people reading his work hundreds of years from now are going to know exactly how head-over-heels David Webster was for you

Thanks for the request, Anon! I hope you liked this 💕🕊️

[cookie-anon-and-co]

Character List and Blog Rules

Even though I haven't finished all the refs yet I'm gonna write this out and just edit n add them later. This post will be updated either every time I add a new character, make a change to the rules, or something else that warrants changing. 

That being said! More under cut :o>

Blog Rules

First, some basic rules to make sure we can all have fun and so the weirdos will stay away

1. I want this blog to stay as SFW as possible. While some posts of the past may still have some heavier topics on them, overall, the revamp is very goofy for the most part. Anything that may be heavier I will try and tag accordingly, but you’re always free to tell me to tag something if I forget. Please keep in mind that I have a bit of a hard time telling at what point warnings are appropriate, especially when it comes to things such as blood. To be safe, I’ll be tagging everything best I can

2. This also applies to sexual topics, but I will generally never do anything explicit as I don’t even really like it either. I may make the occasional sex joke when its funny, but I’ll be sure to tag that. Other than that, nothing sexual on this.

3. This blog is an LGBT friendly space. If you have any issues with that, you are free to leave right away. I mean look at these characters, do they LOOK straight to you?/silly (Also proshippers can leave too that has no space in this community)

4. These characters belong to no specific fandom, and I’m generally very universal when it comes to who can interact. Hell, they’re Anons, they can interact with anyone out of principle!

5. Don’t hate just because you’re bored. You can be a bit mean to my characters, I live for angst, but don’t go too crazy that it feels personal. I will generally not respond to obvious hate, so don’t waste your time.

Can’t think very much, I’ll likely update these rules soon in the future

Character List

This is a multi-muse RP blog, hence please make the effort to specify if you talk to someone specific. If there’s no name given, I’ll likely respond with someone random I think the ask would be fit for.

These characters will all receive proper references, and for now I’ll simply use their sprites only. For now I will also only add characters who already appeared in the revamp.

🍪 Cookie Anon (CA)

“A sweet woman with a passion for all things baking and cooking, and sharing said baking around where she can. For the longest time, she struggled to interact with others, though she has been slowly building up her confidence more over time. She tries to be on friendly terms with anyone, rarely holding grudges. Though she doesn’t have many issues speaking to others as much as she had in the past, she still prefers to sometimes simply leave a gift box of cookies in someones ask box, only adding her initials - C.A.”

🔪 Knife Anon (KA)

“With blades as sharp as the very determination to bring down anyone in his way, Knife definitely knows his way around weapons and killing. Infamous for finding a hobby in ‘lightly annoying’ others by stabbing them through his inbox (in a way that would not kill them of course), he made a bit of a name and even more hatred for himself, and somehow, even fans. Over his time in the past, he went through quite a lot of change, both emotionally and physically, but one thing always stayed the same - his will to both cheat and bring death. And when he’s not doing that, he would be out either tending to his collection of knives, attempting to learn the violin, and heavily annoying the one Anon he hates the most.... affectionately!”

🤡 Clown Anon (:o)A)

“Apparently once a normal face-less Anon, this kid saw attached itself right to the art of causing as many shenanigans as she possibly can. Where she got the idea from was something to ponder, but those who knew definitely knew how. Nevertheless, she appears to be mostly harmless and can be pleased by simply giving her fruits to smash with her mace. Somehow, she seems to have taken a liking to Knife, following him around constantly while pursuing her clown shenanigans. Maybe she’ll grow out of it one day.”

🎶 Popstar Anon (PSA) & 🎧 DJ Anon (DJA)

“A pair of siblings almost never seen apart, both on stage and outside their musical endeavors. While the two often than enough have a little classic sibling arguing going on, they always tend to be quick to make up and have each other both in good and bad times. With Poppy’s shining bright and energetic self, and DJ’s chilled out yet passionate self, these two are sure to brighten other’s days - sometimes without the need to sing even!”

💫 Shooting Star Anon (SSA)

“The smallest and youngest of the bunch, but somehow most confusing one. Star’s heritage was always one other Anons pondered, as she one day merely fell from the sky and crashed onto the ground. Seemingly not harmed in any way by this, the small child was simply taken in for now, currently in the care of one of the others. She has an odd connection to the night sky and the stars, and often stares out the window at night when she can.”

[specialagentlokitty]

Reid x reader - patiently in love

Um!! Would you mind writing a Spencer Reid x reader where the reader (maybe fem! If you could?) is a sweet, creative girl who has just. Been in denial about her feelings for Spencer for years? She’s been his friend for a while, has always comforted him in times of need, and loves listening to his fun facts!! She thinks he’s charming and downright gorgeous but can’t muster up the courage to make a move? 👉👈 - Anon💜

Watching Spencer from across the room, all you could do was smile as you watched him reorganise his books in size order this time.

You loved his little quirks.

You loved him.

Everything about him.

To you Spencer Reid was perfect, and he always had been, ever since you were kids.

“(Y/N)?”

“Huh? What?”

“Are you okay?” He asked, worry in his tone.

You quickly nodded and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.

“Yeah, sorry. I got lost in my own world.”

“You always do.” He smiled, “have you finished that painting you were doing?”

“Oh not yet. I’ll do it when I head back to the city.”

He nodded his head and gestured to the chess board.

You had absolutely no chance of beating him, and you knew that, but you didn’t mind. He sometimes let you win, but you would get annoyed and tell him to play properly.

“You know there’s a game like this, which lets you see what can of person your opponent is.” He mused.

“Oh really. What is it?” You asked.

“It’s called Go, it’s Japanese.”

You hummed and nodded your head, thinking about next move before you finally made it.

“Did you know the last person you think about before you sleep is either why you’re happy or in pain.”

Spencer smiled and made his move.

“Memories are stores for both long term and short term at the same time.” He replied.

“If we have a plan B, our plan A is less likely to work out.”

You guys carried this on for the rest of the game.

You stayed on the topic of psychology since it was something you had a passion for.

You loved learning random facts about it, and since Spencer was like a Wikipedia page, he had loads of random facts about it as well.

Finally the game ended. He won but you were close to beating him this time.

“You’re nearly there.” He chuckled.

“Only because you’re going easy on me.”

Getting up, you walked over and lightly flicked his forehead which made him pout.

Spencer stood up, towering over than you.

He really had grown since you last saw him.

“I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“You’ll always be younger than me Spence, but 6 months.”

“Seriously?” He chuckled.

“Yup!”

Grinning from ear to ear, without thinking you kissed his cheek and called that you were going for a shower.

God he was everything, and you wanted him to be yours.

But you just couldn’t do it, you couldn’t muster up the courage to admit to him that you loved him, and you had for a while.

You didn’t want to mess anything up, and if you were being honest you weren’t sure how he felt about you.

So, for now it was better to stay friends, and least until one of you decided to make the first move

[elysianslove]

ah, okay! i just wanted to see your take on yūji and sukuna "sharing" a s/o. you had only started dating yūji recently and, sukuna, being the little attractive shit he is, would sometimes interrupt your quality time, switching out with yūji when you're, say, cuddling, like one second you're running your hands through yūji's hair with him kinda dozing off in your lap, the next thing you know sukuna is smirking up at you. or when you give yūji kisses: a peck on the cheek—sukuna's mouth would appear there, or for long lasting ones, when you pull away, you'll see your "boyfriend" has gained tattoos. at first, sukuna does this solely to annoy you both, but somehow ended up lowkey enjoying the affection you're providing (you weren't bothered that much, most of the time just going along with it—it wasn't like he can switch for long periods of time anyway), so much that they resort to this childish competition over yūji's body; anyways, yeah, headcanons or scenario, whichever you prefer! i hope my specifications aren't a bother—if they are, pls feel free to ignore this request!! tysm 💖

really sorry for this being late oh my gosh. but oh my god all of these scenarios??? anon you made me feel sum type of way on god. 

warnings; poly relationship ig? some nonconsensual stuff but it’s not extreme! mention of nsfw

honestly though? you said it all 

at the start of your relationship, yuuji would be super hesitant to be alone with you. he has control majority of the time, but it’s always a risk and at least when he’s around many people sukuna isn’t as much of like this itchy nuisance. 

sukuna would find the whole idea of the relationship trivial. like he’s watching from the sidelines as you spend more time with yuuji, can feel the swell of emotions threatening to burst in yuuji’s chest. it’s annoying! a waste of time! and it’s not like he kept his opinions a secret. any time yuuji would go out to meet with you, sukuna would be pestering him like you could be using this time to grow in power and train yuuji’s just like bruh on god i will switch with you and jump off a cliff

first few months, sukuna would view you as an itch that won’t go away no matter how bad you scratch at it. he interrupts you two all the time. if you lean in to kiss yuuji’s cheek, sukuna’s mouth is there, licking at your lips to pull you away. jokes on him you’ll lick him back. oh you wanna go skinny dipping at 3 in the morning with yuuji? too bad it’s sukuna now. yuuji’s hands resting on the back of your neck while you kiss/or just because? sukuna’s mouth appears to just bite at you

it’s bothersome and infuriating how unbothered you’re always are about it though. any time he appears you always laugh it off, or annoy him back until he himself goes away. if he switches with your boyfriend, you always roll your eyes and just go, “aight gimme back my bf now.” you’re not being put off by any of this! if anything, he’s finding that it excites you more. puts even more life into your relationship.

he continues to do it anyways, but once, as you’re leaning in to kiss yuuji, sukuna unexpectedly switches with him, but not in time enough for you to notice the change, and you end up kissing sukuna instead. it’s not a passionate, long lasting one, not the same ones sukuna has had to endure watching and feeling yuuji go through. and yes, he can, in some way, feel you when you kiss yuuji, but you’re kissing him now. it’s the same, but it’s incredibly different. it’s soft, slow, and it sends a tingling down sukuna’s spine that he can’t decide whether to hate or love. and in a fit of shock, sukuna realizes that — that it’s good. and he’s kissing you back, and you’re still kissing him. why aren’t you stopping? — he doesn’t want you to stop. shit! 

yuuji switches out with sukuna before you pull back and open your eyes, and when you do, you see him just as shocked as sukuna had felt. you’re so confused, asking if he’s okay (“it’s like i’ve never kissed you before what’s wrong?”) but he decides to keep quiet and not mention anything. when he’s alone, he says out loud to an empty room, “did it feel good?” he hadn’t been expecting sukuna’s reply, but it was curt, a short and simple, “yes.” and that was the end of that. 

yuuji didn’t like the fact that sukuna had kissed you without your permission, even if it had been accidental. you didn’t know it wasn’t yuuji. and he hated that he hadn’t found the courage to tell you. but he was intrigued at the prospect of sukuna finally accepting you. so in the midst of cuddling you, while you slept in his arms, he shifted with sukuna, unexpectedly and without warning. imagine the curse’s surprise to look down and suddenly see that your arms are wrapped tightly around his middle, your head on his chest as you sigh gently in your sleep. his arms are holding you close to him, and the feeling is only faintly familiar, a sense of deja vu because of sharing yuuji’s body. and then, just like that, it’s over. 

again, as he lays with your head on his chest and his eyes on the ceiling above him, yuuji asks sukuna, “did it feel good?” and again, sukuna replies, “yes.” 

that’s how the idea of sharing you began. they’re both still yet to discuss it with you, but it’s obvious that it’s weighing heavy on their minds. and because you know him so well, you can tell when yuuji’s been hiding something from you, so you ask him to just out with it. it’s a very interesting conversation. you go from shocked, to neutral, to confused, to intrigued, to teasing. it’s all over the place. but it’s the most shocking to him when you fix him with a determined smile and glance and say, “i wanna try.”

it’s very clumsy at first. sukuna and yuuji fight over yuuji’s body like fucking children. you have to like establish ground rules and some sort of routine to actually get them to settle down. nights are altered between them, with who gets to sleep next to you — one night yuuji, one night sukuna, unless either one of them is experiencing a bad day of sorts. you give two kisses now instead of one, and it’s very comical because you kiss yuuji, he steps back and he’s essentially the same person but with??? tattoos??? sukuna’s not a fan of dates, so it’s always yuuji taking you out, but nights in are really endearing with sukuna, because he gives incredible massages while in the bath with you. like i said, at first, it’s all over the place because they make it out to be some sort of competition between them, but then steadily they fall into a rhythm. 

i’ll briefly talk about nsfw. this is something they cannot, for the life of them, get accustomed with. if yuuji’s being a lil shit to sukuna for the day, he will switch out with him right as yuuji’s about to orgasm just because. wow king of edging and orgasm denial! he switches out with yuuji a lot, especially when it comes to you going down on him (them?). it’s not like yuuji doesn’t do it back, because he does. he so does, especially with how he has more control than sukuna does. the one thing that they can agree on is pleasuring you, and it’s always a priority no matter who holds the reigns on yuuji’s body at the time. sometimes you’ll need sukuna to be absolutely ruthless with you and split you in half and yuuji will respect that, because sometimes you need the mixture of yuuji’s soft hands and rough thrusts instead. it’s all about the balance, my loves. 

anyways! i feel like i have more to say but i can’t think of anything else rn. being with sukuna and yuuji? best of both worlds. the end! 

[clairecrive]

hi!!! can I ask for darkling smut after he and the reader get in an argument? like it starts out angry but by the end they're super passionate and cuddly? thank you and congrats on so many followers!!

A/n: you ask and you shall receive, hun! I love writing this so so much. I hope you'll like to read it too. Thanks for requesting and for your words xx This is also for this anon.

Warnings: angst, smut, fluff at the end

Word count: 2.9 K

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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

“You will not believe what-” y/n had the habit of not knocking before entering his room. The general had been more than annoyed with her initially, but she insisted that it was a way for him to distinguish her from everyone else.

Hear the door open? You don’t have to guess who it is, you’ll know it’s me, she used to tell him.

Now, however, she was wishing she didn’t have that habit in the first place. Stumbling into a room, your partner’s room, to find him standing way too close to another girl, wasn’t on her list for tonight. Maybe a warning would have been nice but at the same time, if she had knocked she wouldn’t have found them this way.

Her initial enthusiasm at the prospect of sharing this gossip with him had suddenly vanished. The smile on her face turned into a frown as Alina cleared her voice and took a step away from the general for decency’s sakes. Too late, y/n wanted to tell her.

It was painfully clear what she had interrupted. She willed her face to set into an emotionless expression but she couldn’t help a glance in Aleksander direction. Arms behind him, he looked nothing but proper and collected. But y/n knew him, probably better than anyone else in this world, and had learnt how to read his body. His jaw was clenched which meant that he wasn’t as calm as he wanted to appear.

Good, y/n thought, let him drown in guilt and misery.

Clearing her voice, she realized she had been standing there without saying anything for too long.

“I’m so sorry, General, I didn’t know you were busy. I should have knocked,” she excused herself without looking at them. “I’ll leave you to it.” With a slight nod, she added before hightailing out of the room.

She could feel Alina’s questioning gaze on her back as she closed the door behind her. There were already rumours going around about her supposed relationship with the General. No one knew for certain, neither y/n nor Kirigan had ever bothered confirming or denying them. Now though, she knew that words of this little encounter would spread, further cementing the already existing gossip.

Oh well, she thought as she walked to her room, by the looks of it there wasn’t going to be a relationship to gossip about anymore.

Her bedroom had lost every sense of familiarity and comfort a private space like this should have. She hardly ever slept in it anymore. Not since she and the general had become a thing. She only went there to change and so slipping into the bed felt weird and anonymous. As if she was in someone else’s bed and not hers.

Her sleep was doomed to be restless, she knew. However, tomorrow’s busy schedule prompted her to at least try and get some sleep. Even if it only was a couple of hours. Shuffling to change position she tried to keep Aleksander out of her mind.

An unachievable task, she was aware but she tried nonetheless. Things between them had been tense ever since he had come back to the Little Palace with her. y/n knew of his plans. She knew why he needed to do certain things and how Alina was involved. That didn’t mean she was fine with it though.

Not only did it bother her the fact that he was stripping the girl of her will and powers eventually but it also bothered her that he had chosen to get to her by manipulating her feelings. They had had countless fights because of this but nothing ever came out of it. A centuries-long existence meant that he was stubborn beyond belief and there was no way of making him change his mind once it was set on something.

After what she had witnessed today though, y/n wondered if the jokes were on him and he did end up feeling something genuine for Alina. Y/n herself had met her and spoke with her a couple of times and she had to admit begrudgingly that she wasn’t that bad.

Lost in her thoughts, y/n was snapped out of it by a loud knock at her door. As soon as she started to wonder who could be bothering her at this hour, the door opened and she stopped guessing.

Of course, it was him.

“I’m in no mood to talk to you, Aleksander. Please go.” She spoke, not bothering to turn towards where she knew he was standing. Y/n knew that while she couldn’t see him in the dark this wasn’t true for him. Shadows didn’t hinder his view like they did everyone else, they were an extension of him.

He didn’t speak but she also didn’t hear him walking away. She let out a sigh and that was the only way she was willing to acknowledge him. He wanted to stand in the shadow and stare like a creep? Fine, two could play this game.

Set on ignoring him, she stubbornly stared ahead of her. She was very aware of his eyes on her, stinging like needles. If sleep was arduous to achieve before now it was impossible. In any case, she closed her eyes and pretended to be at least. He wouldn’t know the difference and would leave her alone at some point.

But of course, she knew him well enough by now and he wasn’t as easily deterred. She didn’t know how much time passed but her eyes flew open as she felt her bed dip. Her breath hitched and she laid on full alert.

Then she felt the shadow of his touch on her neck and knew that he was close. Way too close that he should be. He was probably propped on his arm as she felt her pillow dip too.

“We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” He whispered close to her ears, his lips suggestively tracing her earlobe.

Despite the chills that his touch would usually send to her body, y/n stifled a treacherous gasp. Instead, her body stiffened and she almost pushed him away but she wasn’t sure that touching him wouldn’t backfire.

“If you think I’d let you lay a finger on me after you touched her, you’re sorely mistaken.”

“Who says I did?”

“Please, stick to manipulating one girl, okay? Move. away.”

He didn’t reply but the hand that was on her neck moved to her shoulder and pushed back so that she was laying on her back and facing him. Well, the darkness was too thick for her to actually see his face but she could feel his breath.

“Do not push me away.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Y/n bite back.

“You’re well aware of my plans, don’t act so betrayed now.”

“Well, maybe I’m tired of being a pawn in your schemes.”

“A pawn isn’t aware of its role nor of the whole plan.”

“Being smart with me won’t help, Aleksander. You want Alina? Fine, go get her. But leave me out of this.” Pulling her face free of his grip, she turned on her side. The shadows around him had dissipated a bit, allowing you to glimpse at his face.

“You cannot do this, y/n.” he growled, pushing her on her back again, “you said you were in this. You said you wanted me, that you were going to be by my side always. You can’t just change your mind. You can’t.” His voice was strangled with emotion almost breaking on some words.

Y/n had never heard his voice so filled with sorrow. Because that’s what he must be feeling. She thought that he was also feeling betrayed by her but then she realized-- no, he was afraid. Afraid of losing her.

He knew what he did and he also was aware that y/n was not one to mess with. She was just as stubborn as he was and just as prideful. What she had seen had hurt her and it was only what she felt for him that prevented him from being mindlessly dismissed and removed from her life. She had not resisted him more forcefully because she cared, because the wound was still french and that meant that there was still a tiny hope left.

“That was before you fell for another woman. I can’t stand by and watch you be with her. You can’t ask that of me.” She whispered, meeting his eyes. No matter how much she loved him, that was simply something she was not willing to put herself through.

“That’s not what I’m asking. That’s not what's happening.” He pledged. Y/n didn’t know if it was a trick of the moonlight seeping in from her window but she saw his eyes well with unshed tears.

“Isn’t it?”

“It isn’t.” He insisted, his hand on your jaw holding it closer. “Alina is a pawn, Alina doesn’t know what is going to happen, she doesn’t know me.” Heaving a sigh, Aleksander held her face, his thumb caressing her cheek.

“There is no one on this earth that has ever seen me more clearly than you do, solnishko. I know what you saw, I know what it looked like because that was intentional. But I trust you to know the difference between what it’s really happening and what it looks like because they’re not the same.” His eyes were alive with an intensity y/n had only seen a few times before. He was ancient and he was skilled at manipulation amongst other things. She always tried to keep that in mind but now, looking at him, she couldn’t help but feel like he was being genuine.

Why would he want me near? There wasn’t an ulterior motive for wanting her by her side. Yes, she was the only one who knew about his plans but that wasn’t it. If it was, he would have simply killed her. Took less time than this. Also, y/n knew that the power was in her hands. If she said no, that she couldn’t do this anymore, she was sure that Aleksander would let her go.

“But the way you were looking at her, Aleks, I just-” a lump formed in her throat as she recalled the look on his face, “you’re spending more and more time with her and I can’t help but fear that- I mean she’s literally the embodiment of sunshine.”

“You’ve never seen the way I look at you, then.” Thumb trailing over her lower lip now, he gave her a weak smile. “I swear that there’s no one dearer to me than you.”

“I’m not sure I can’t stand the idea of you kissing and touching her, Aleksander, I’m sorry.” Y/n insisted as well because she knew him and she knew that the way she worded things was crucial.

“That won’t happen then.” He assured but she was still not fully convinced.

“I promise it won’t come to that.” So Aleks rephrased. It was better but still not good enough. But they could work on that surely.

“It seems to me though, that I have not done a good job at showing you what you meant to me. I need to reinforce it, don’t you think?” He proposed, using the hand on her face to pull her closer to him.

“I agree.” y/n mumbled on his lips before they smashed together. She didn’t wait for him to initiate the kiss. She thought she had lost him tonight and had already been trying to plan her life without him. She wasn’t willing to waste any more time. She was going to show everyone that he was hers and only hers so as not to leave any more doubts around them. Fuck gossip.

Propping herself on her elbow she used it as leverage to reach up to meet him. The hand he had on her face moved backwards to hold her head while her hand did the same in his hair. Both of them pulled the other impossible close, not willing to leave the smallest of spaces between them.

Sitting up, y/n used her other hand to first the lapel of his kefta. She quickly unfasted the buttons to get rid of it before she pushed him on his back.

“She thinks she has a chance, uh.” She taunted as she straddled his waist, roughly gathering her sleeping gown around her waist while his hands instantly shot up to rest on her hips.

“She thinks she’ll be as lucky as seeing you like this?” she continued, her hands caressing his naked chest, “that she’ll have the chance of touching you? kissing you?” she leaned down, one hand at the nape of his head to make him meet her halfway. It wasn’t a long kiss, she needed to make a point after all. Pulling away, she bit his lower lip earning a moan from him.

“To feel you like this?” she whispered in his mouth as her hips wiggled over his clothed member. His hands tightened his hold on her hips, pushing her down on it increasing the pressure.

“She’s delusional,” Aleks gasped as her mouth trailed kisses along his jaw and neck where it nipped and sucked.

“Mh,” y/n agreed, “let’s make sure she knows.” She promised before her mouth went back to sucking a few hickeys on his neck. Aleks only moaned and gave her more space to work on. His hands trailed up from her waist, cupping her breasts before playing with her nipples.

As her mouth lowered on his collarbone, Aleks decided that enough was enough. His hands roughly gripped the end of her gown before hastily pulling it up and off her body. One arm snaked over her waist pulling her flush against him as he sat up.

“Enough teasing,” he warned as the hand that wasn’t on her quickly discarded his undergarments.

“As you wish, moy sovregni,” she whispered sultrily on his lips knowing fully what effect those words had on him. Aleksander growled on her mouth, his hands kneading her ass cheeks as he gently lowered her on him.

Gasping as she felt every inch of him enter her, y/n gripped his shoulders as she started to move. Aleks’ hands guided her as she set a steady pace.

“She’s never going to feel your hands on her body,” she breathed as Aleks’ hips snapped up, setting a rougher pace.

“You’re mine.” She growled possessively on his lips as her hips met his.

“I’m yours, y/n. Just as you’re mine.” His tone matched hers. He sealed his promise with a bruising kiss. The trusting was becoming more and more frantic and Aleks’ could feel y/n clench around him.

With no previous warning, he lowered his hands from her ass to her thighs so that he could hold her while he changed their position. Guiding her legs to wrap around his waist, Aleksander leaned on his knees while he pushed her upper body down with his chest. Y/n gasped on his lips not knowing if it was for the movement, for the change of position that meant that he was now able to reach deeper than before or because she could feel her orgasm approaching.

Whatever the reason may be, Aleks swallowed her gasp as his lips refused to leave hers. Snapping his hips, he moved his hands from her legs. One went to stimulate her clit while the other choked her lightly. He knew that this combo would prove to send her over the edge. Not long after, as a matter of fact, he felt y/n’s nails on his shoulders as well as her walls tightening around him. He was not behind.

While y/n whimpered his name over and over as her orgasm hit her, Aleksander’s thrusts began to falter. With one deep thrust, he emptied inside her, obscene sounds leaving his mouth.

He leaned over y/n’s body, both of their breaths heavy, they basked in the afterglow. Aleks’ head rested over her chest, comforted by her steady heartbeat while y/n’s hands trailed over his back.

Once their breath had levelled and they could regain control over their limbs, Aleks propped himself over his elbow, his nose nuzzling y/n’s making her giggle at the soft touch. She loved these rare moments of softness and intimacy between them. If she could, she’d never let them end.

“I promise you’ll never have to doubt me again.”

“If you keep this up, it’d be impossible for me to.” She chuckled, referring to her limp body. She couldn’t trust her body to move. Sex with Aleksander always had this effect on her.

“Good to know I can still satisfy you.” He smirked as he leaned down for a small kiss. Giggling on his lips, y/n pulled him close, making him rest his weight on her rather than his elbow.

“I’m thoroughly sated, my love. You have nothing to worry about in that department.” Aleks couldn’t see her but could feel the smirk on her lips. Intertwining their legs, he got more comfortable on her. Her arms held him in a tight embrace.

“You’ll do well to remember it, dearest.” His voice came out muffled since his face rested between her breasts but y/n got what he meant anyway. Laughing at the idea that she could ever need anyone else, y/n held him closer to her chest. The embrace her form of a promise to him.

She had everything she’d ever need right here in her arms.

[koushou]

i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

[scarlet-fantasies]

Hello there! Can I request a 🌥 with Eren (side note he slept without anything on, but Y/N either wore either a cute gown/Eren’s shirt in this prompt) with lots of cuteness, fluffiness, and sweetness in this fic? Please and thank you!

Hi Anon!

Sorry this has taken so long Tumblr has been difficult these days but all issues have been resolved. :) I hope you like this post, sorry it took so long though. I'm going to be trying to get more requests done as soon as possible before college starts.

-Scarlet

Mornings with Eren

::𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬::

*words are censored to respect tumblr guidelines

𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 and (𝑆𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡) 𝑁/𝑆𝐹𝑊

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𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡

𝐼𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛

𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 --> 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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© 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑡-𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑠 // 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠. 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒. // 2021-𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡.

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Oh boy what a good idea this is.

He loves waking up and seeing you first thing in the morning.

He's a morning person (no he is not), at least, when you’re around or when he's planning something.

So these are very lazy and needy times for Eren.

Like mornings are the worst and if you have work you can k*ss it goodbye.

For one, he’s not really a morning person but he doesn’t wake up in the afternoon either.

So anyways Eren doesn’t sleep with many clothes on maybe none at all. Especially if you two have done that the night before.

And it was the same this morning where he slept with nothing at all even tho you at least had his shirt and some underwear on.

Typically he wakes up first and admires your cute and sleepy state with only his shirt and a pair of panties on. I see that they’re like baby pink and cotton. With some lace.

Eren will usually just smirk before adjusting your shirt and leaning in to k*ss you.

It’s usually how he wakes you up and you always blush at how he wakes you up in such a way.

It’s also cause you don’t get any warning that he’s not wearing anything, it’s always a surprise.

Over time you’ve gotten used to the fact that he sleeps n*ked after s*x. (Especially werewolf Eren 😂)

He honestly does it more to see your reaction.

And tbh you end up being n*ked within a few minutes with him cause he has no control and never has enough of you. 😂

But that doesn’t always happen.

He pokes your sides if you don’t want to get up.

Sometimes when he gets close and you tell him to put clothes on he then pins you down telling you that you stole them whilst trying to lift up the shirt of his that you're wearing, exposing your chest to him in the process.

“Eren! Stop!” You’d giggle.

“You told me to put clothes on and this is my shirt.”

“Yeah, but can’t you just . . .” You’d blush.

“Can’t I what?”

“Get another one?” You mumbled a little feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“You’re embarrassed right now, aren’t you?” He’d grin, seeing you blush.

“Shut up!” You’d answer annoyed as you pushed him off.

Other times if you wake up first and you gaze at him cause you’re admiring his facial features he’ll open an eye and you’ll tell him good morning.

Instead of saying good morning tho he’ll tease and say, “you’re staring” while smiling.

“It’s not staring, it’s called gazing.” You’d smile before leaning in to k*ss him.

“Well, it's creepy.” He’d hum teasingly whilst you smacked his arm.

You’ll see him smile at this as he pulls you into him and has his arms around you.

“It’s not.” You’d reply whilst snuggling up to him before giving him a k*ss on the cheek.

Seeing you k*ss him this leads him to do it back and continuously until he goes from quick k*sses to passionate k*sses to playful k*sses.

Which by then when he’s being playful he’s hovering over you and k*ssing you sloppy.

In fact, he’ll even bite your neck or nibble on your ear whilst his hand travels down to your sides. (He might even growl if he’s in the mood.)

Which only gets you to be surprised in the k*ss.

He’ll smirk in the k*ss if he’s able to make you gasp.

But honestly, he’s being so touchy you end up stopping him sometimes because it’s only the morning and he's already in such a mood.

“Eren, what’s gotten into you?” You’d giggle, as he continued to shower you with k*sses.

“I can’t love my girlfriend?”

“It’s not that, you’re--ah!” You’d shriek as he began to tickle you.

Eren can be really playful to the point where he will turn you over on your stomach and touch your a$$/massage it and you smack his hand bc he’s messing with you.

If you’re turned to him he just plays with your panties from the back and pokes your a$$ cheek.

“Eren!”

He loves your bed head and you laugh at his.

Mostly cause he sleeps with his down sometimes.

I see that you even braid his hair sometimes.

Eren loves cuddling close to you and holding you very tight.

In fact, he will lock you in place so you can’t move.

He likes seeing you blush.

“Let go of me.” You’d say, hiding your face in his chest.

“But you’re so cute.” He’d reply, his voice deep.

His morning voice is relaxing and can make you sleepy if it’s really early in the morning.

He’s much sweeter in the morning and is pretty gentle for the most part.

Eren may squish you if he's not careful tho, but he always makes sure to never put all his body weight on you otherwise he’d be hurting you.

But that doesn’t mean that the way he chooses to cuddle you is always comfortable.

“Comfy?”

“Not really.”

He literally wraps his whole body around you and uses you as a body pillow.

He rests his head on your chest a lot to hear your heartbeat and because he claims that you’re soft like a pillow.

“Y’know it sounds a little different today?” He’d say referring to your heartbeat.

“It does?”

“Maybe you’re just really excited this morning?” He’d smirk seeing he got a reaction out of you.

“I am not.” You’d say.

You are the little spoon all the time.

He is so warm, too warm, actually.

He’s your own personal heater, but sometimes that can lead to the both of you feeling very hot.

In the summer, you push him away cause cuddling him makes you both very uncomfortable.

“Stop, you’re too warm, and it’s really hot.”

“But I miss you.”

He is very clingy in the morning.

If you have to leave early, he will tackle you with k*sses or pull on the waistband of your sweatpants to make you stay with him.

“Eren, that’s not gonna work this time. Besides, I have to change.”

“I could help you change.” He’d grin.

“Yeah, not gonna happen.”

If you guys both have the day off, he gets up early to surprise you with breakfast in bed.

He eats with you in bed and will try to feed you.

"Eren?"

"Yeah?"

"You're going to make me gain weight."

"That would just make you cuter."

"Eren!"

Although typically when you two are making breakfast, well you are. Eren is watching and helping you put your apron on over your transparent dress (it’s probably a comfy dress for inside that is kinda thin.)

He doesn’t tell you it’s transparent otherwise you won’t wear it around him. lol

He k*sses you for anything like he puts the apron on you afterward he’ll k*ss you, your stirring something there’s a k*ss on the cheek, or like you’re getting the table ready he’ll k*ss you again.

Like he interrupts you all the time.

Oh, when he puts the apron around you and finishes tying it he’ll smack your a$$

Anyways he likes to watch you cook while he gets coffee ready, mostly bc of the dress being transparent.

So like I picture he leans on the kitchen island while you’re at the stove with your back turned being busy and the more he pays attention he can’t just sit there. He’ll walk over to you and clutch your a$$ before giving you a k*ss and then squeezing you there in the process.

“Eren?”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb I know that was you.”

“What? This?” And he’d do it again.

“Ow Eren!” You’d exclaim as you pushed his hand away.

“Aww, do you want me to k*ss it better?”

“No! That’s embarrassing!”

“C’mon let me, just sit still—“ he’d smirk lifting your dress up.

“Eren, Stop!” You’d turn whilst pushing his hand away.

“I’m only kidding.” He’d laugh before wrapping his arms around your waist before giving you a peck on the cheek.

When you are arguing he will pick you up and throw you over his shoulder.

He likes to rub your thighs when you’re just wearing his shirt.

He does this when you two are sitting at the table too.

Steals food from your plate and you get annoyed.

“Really?”

“What? . . . Okay, fine how’s this?” He’d lean to k*ss you so you couldn’t complain.

“. . . Eren. . -“

“Oh okay, it’s not enough then here's one . . . And another one—-and another.” He’d smile between each k*ss he continued to give you.

“Eren!” You’d giggle, shying away.

@sofijaeger @lucifugovs @xxghoulishspritexx

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[jonnnysuh]

Dating Jeno would include

Requested by anon: Please do a “Dating Jeno would include”!! 🥺 loved the details for the Jaemin one. Thank you!

A/N: ngl I got kinda emo making this LMAO

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Crushing Stages:

He wants to make a good impression on you, but he doesn’t ever know what to say.

When he gets the chance to be around you he’s extra polite,,, even kind of timid to cross the line and tease you

But the moment he gets a better feel for your personality he relaxes a bit and is able to crack a joke or two

Literally spends so much of his time thinking about how he’s gonna admit his feelings for you

Blurts it out and is immediately embarrassed and apologizes bc he had something better in mind

but what gets him to him shut up is when you say “I like you too.”

Dating:

When you're not giving attention he will literally wait until you do

Likes to bite you for fun... but bro we are not in Twilight pls relax Edward Cullen

DOESNT ever want to hang up the FaceTime,,, he would rather sleep with it on

Tries really hard to remember all your friends names, and all of the things you like

lowkey highkey comes in handy so he can get more info on you and surprise you with your favourite stuff from time to time

Sometimes gets his face way too close to yours

he just likes to be so close in general

but the view's pretty nice

Calls you “my baby” unapologetically

Lifts you a little when you hug him (okay why did this make me emo?)

Always squishes u a bit when he holds you

he just doesn't know his strength sometimes he forgets he's not so little

Sometimes likes to be little spoon but don’t tell his friends that

Honestly truly loves the way you look without makeup (if you wear it)

Accidentally spoils the surprises he has for you

Like he can’t help it he’s just too excited

Playfully annoys you

like he just randomly has playful moments where he pulls you away or repeats the things you say

he's just a kid at heart

Sometimes you'll catch him staring you and you're met with the most precious ｡^‿^｡

Sends you pics of things that reminds him of you

Doesn’t want to talk much when you guys are fighting fighting but he’s always the first one to fold

His face literally lights up whenever your name is mentioned

Kills the spiders for you!! And does not chase you with it!!!

Always makes sure to send you off with a forehead kiss

Can listen to you talk to your passions all dayyyyy

Thinks you wearing his clothes is the absolute cutest thing in the world

All his friends know he's whipped

It doesn’t matter if you’ve been together for a day or 3 years, he will always turn into a blushing mess every time you compliment him

[prose-for-hire]

Kiss me quick

Pairing: Spike x Summers!reader

Request: Hi! Can I request a Spike x Summers!reader, where the reader is trying to keep their relationship on the downlow since none of the Scoobies really approve, but after a big win the reader finally kisses him in front of everyone, proving that they do care deeply for one another and everyone just has to accept it.

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Reader gets injured but nothing serious. sex references/implication of sex.

You looked out into dimly lit street, the dark had surrounded you now but ever since you had been meeting this way you couldn’t help but smile whenever the sun began to descend from the sky. You were stood, under a streetlamp, three streets away from your house. Just far enough where nobody from your household would catch you meeting him this way. You had been meeting like this for a while now.

He got a kick out of coming up behind you and immediately pressing you against the nearest wall and crashing his lips to yours. His favourite greeting entailed leaving you breathless and ready to pull him closer no matter what your surroundings were. He often mumbled his hellos through stolen kisses. His passion never died, he was all in. Completely yours.

You couldn’t shake this feeling. That you were completely in love. You had silently tried to fight it to begin with, knowing that those around you wouldn’t approve. That Spike himself may not even reciprocate your feelings. But soon it became clear that there was no hiding these feelings that always bubbled to the surface whenever he was near.

You had started fooling around to begin with, before it all changed. For the better, both of you agreed. Your feelings had taken hold of you both, fuelled by the touch of skin. The depth of mind. Unspoken emotions kept the two of you in a chokehold before you finally spilled your feelings for the other.

Ever since you quit college, you had spent all of your free time sneaking around with Spike. It was, honestly, as thrilling as it was annoying. As much as you wished you could just tell everyone how much you loved Spike - how amazing he was with you, you couldn’t. You had to hide it, the implications of your friends and sisters finding out would be a fate worse than death. In fact, for spike it may mean actual death this time.

Unfortunately, you were the middle child. You were a year younger than Buffy and she never let you forget about it. Meaning, Buffy thought she was the boss of you. Not to mention Dawn basically clung onto your leg to stop you from leaving the house (and thus, preventing you leaving her behind where she couldn’t follow you around). This meant that, often, you didn’t get much spare time for sneaking around with Spike. But, God, did you make it your biggest priority. After… saving the world… obviously.

When you did manage to share these intimate moments, it was everything. It felt as if you were the only people in the world. The only people that had ever felt anything close to this. Nobody had loved this deep. Cared this much. You were both so sure. These feelings, they were eternal. He vowed it to you, one early morning you had spent with your naked bodies pressed together, baring your souls well into the night.

Any emotional scars you harboured seemed to heal just by speaking to him. By having that soothing voice share his own darkest moments with you in return. How that voice, those eyes could have seen and done so much and still make you feel undeniably safe you weren’t sure. But, you trusted him. Even if danger appeared to surround him at every turn. You wouldn’t change him for anything. You loved the good, the bad and the oh-so-attractive parts of him.

Vulnerabilities turned to strengths when you were together. Rough edges appeared smoother. Promises held meaning. You adored him and he confessed to you that he had never been so comfortable in a relationship. He could be himself, could express his feelings without being concerned you would turn away from him.

The first night you invited him into your home made him elated. You had to make him swear not to tell Buffy because you knew she wouldn’t take it well. Like, at all. As much as he would have loved to rub it in the slayer’s face that he had been given access to her house – he loved you too much to even think to upset you in this way. So, you carried on this way, unable to keep your hands and lips from each other for more than an evening at a time. This meant mostly, he stayed at the Summer’s residence or you left to the crypt. Sometimes, you even went for real dates – so long as you were sure that everyone else you knew would be busy elsewhere.

Tonight, you were going to the Bronze together. It was a little more of a risk than usual, but he had insisted on taking you somewhere he knew you would enjoy. Muttered something about not keeping you in the shadows before taking your hand and leading the way. The truth was, Spike was in fact just very smitten with you. And he pretty much wanted everyone to see that you were with him. This was ‘everyone’ except the scoobies and any family members you happened to have crawling out of the woodwork. It was safe though, everyone else was going to some college party and Buffy had told you that it was uncool to have her younger sibling come along.

Buffy was the only one that viewed you as the ‘younger sibling’ the others were friends with you because they were fond of you. Because, well, sometimes you appeared more mature than Buffy did – not that they would ever say that to her face. Although there was always that slight worry that if they hadn’t been friends with Buffy they wouldn’t have been as close with you. You were barely a year younger than Buffy but she was still incredibly protective of you as she was the oldest.

What you hadn’t banked on, whilst you rubbed Spike’s thigh under the table, was that Xander hadn’t been invited to the party. He saw you immediately and made his way over to you with Anya close behind. You almost choked on your drink as you saw them come up behind Spike. You snapped your hand away in shock much to Spike’s displeasure.

“Hey, Y/n-” he started and then stopped when he saw Spike’s presence, “He bothering you?”

“No, he’s just-”

“Warming you up, right pet?” His eyes glistened as he spoke, an eyebrow raising which made Xander scowl. You tried your best to hide the smile at your boyfriend’s words as Xander looked between you both. Xander liked to think of himself as your older brother and had decided you needed defending. You opened your mouth to say otherwise but ended up being cut off by a very urgent ex-vengeance demon.

“It doesn’t matter that they’re dating right now, we are all going to get ripped into pieces if the demon finds us!” Anya shouted. You hadn’t been as secretive as you thought then.

“An!” Xander hissed, sharing a look. At the exact same time you and Spike shared a look too. You wondered who else had seen straight through your sneaking around and longing glances you shared through scooby meetings.

You were sharing looks for different reasons though. They had obviously discussed what not to say beforehand and Anya had characteristically ignored his warning. There was some kind of demon threatening the town. Again.

“What’s going on, Xander? Anya?” you tried for your ex-vengeance demon friend when Xander didn’t speak. There was definitely something odd going on. At her name being called, despite Xander’s warning, she launched into an explanation.

“Xander got annoyed at our sex-spell and ripped a page out of my very rare copy of ‘magic, sex and me’ which ruined our entire evening!” She scowled and crossed her arms before continuing, “Now we have to kill it instead of having our sexy time” she pouted.

“We’ll pretend we didn’t hear about a sex spell-”

“Well, I want to hear about it. Can’t get it up, mate?” Spike taunted which only made Xander redden further after Anya’s admittance. Xander stepped as if to hit your vampire but you stepped in the way and wheeled Xander away, changing the subject.

You asked instead about what this demon was like. Anya explained that it was a Scorn-demon. Ridiculously hard to kill and bound to the pages of a book as no mortal prison can hold it. It looked as if you were in for a long night. Which is exactly what you and Spike had planned although for a very different reason.

“If all of us are looking, we’ll find it quicker” You offered, Xander had been embarrassed to explain because of the reason they were doing a spell. But now Anya had told anyone anyway, he was grateful of the help. You got to your feet, ready to follow them out as Spike got up beside you.

“Looks like no bugger’s getting any tonight” Spike muttered, rolling his eyes as you apparently volunteered you both to assist your friend.

“Just working ourselves up… right?” You offered which made him smirk. God, he had been rubbing off on you. You almost felt yourself mirroring his smirk at your words. He wanted to pull you in and kiss you until you admitted just his presence could get you worked up enough alone, but he knew the importance of hiding this from your friends. Which, really was the only reason he didn’t take you right there in the middle of the Bronze.

Instead, you just trailed behind Xander and Anya’s bickering and tried to locate this demon. You called Buffy’s cell and left a message. You knew this was probably going to end with a battle you were unequipped for. You just hoped that you ran into your sister before you ran into the demon. By all accounts he sounded nasty.

As you walked, you and Spike kept sneaking glances at the other when you hoped the others weren’t looking. It was hard, having to maintain this distance when all you wanted to do was reach for him. Show him your affection freely. When you caught the other’s eye, you couldn’t help but smile. You felt so lucky, to have someone that cared so deeply. Someone who wasn’t afraid to share their love so freely.

You wanted to slide your hand in his, tell him just how lucky you felt. Just how much you felt for him, although you were sure he must be sick of how often you told him you loved him. He never was, of course. It was the sweetest music hearing that phrase from your lips. He kissed them a thousand times just to catch the remaining sweetness from your tongue. With those words, nothing should be wasted. He wanted to savour every syllable of your love.

You kept walking until you had to come to an abrupt halt. Dawn turned a corner and crashed straight into you. Turns out, your hopes came true: you did come across your sister first. It just happened to not be the one you expected.

“Oh, I didn’t know you guys were ready for, like, double dating yet” Dawn teased. She, too, had decided that you and Spike had to be dating. She often brought it up to annoy you but she believed it all the same. Spike never corrected her and you had stopped bothering too. You would only come off as defensive and she would tease you for that. You honestly couldn’t win living under the same roof as Dawn, she could be relentless.

Spike leaned in to whisper something in your ear, his lips so close to your ear you could imagine the way they would feel if he leaned in further and pressed against your skin. You smiled at his comment, he always made you laugh. He liked to hear your laugh and it passed the time while he waited for the fight that was coming.

When you looked back up, Willow and Tara had caught up with your group. They gave you a knowing look at how close you were stood to Spike. You wanted to lean on him, inhale deeply and press kisses against the curve of his neck. You loved the way he gripped you closer when you did that. But you had to snap yourself out of this thought at the arrival of your sister. Buffy immediately started giving orders, not before she gave you a warning look for letting Dawn come with you after she scowled at Spike for his mere presence.

“I brought the research – I think there’s a spell, but we’ll have to weaken him first” Willow muttered, frowning at Anya and blaming her for this spell and putting her best friend in danger. 

“The spell needs lovers to complete it. Do you think you could help us Anya? Xander?” Tara asked softly, “But I’m not sure if that’s enough to hold him”

Because the demon was attracted to love and sex, couples were needed to cut off his power at the source. It fed from lovers and by concentrating that power it could reverse and thus weaken the demon within a certain spot.

“Well, if we need couples we have at least three pairs here. Maybe that would be enough?” Willow asked. Making everyone look around to count the pairs. Everyone’s eyes then landed on you and Spike. The last to look was Buffy who raised an eyebrow between you both.

“Does everyone know we’re dating?!”

“Pretty much, sweetie” tara nodded.

“We just didn’t wanna embarrass you. It’s… Spike” Buffy cringed at even the thought of it, “I, uh, thought you would have kinda got it out of your system by now though” Buffy hitched her nose up at the idea of the two of you, but shrugged. She saw it as a meaningless relationship. The kind she had with Parker in her first year of college but more often.

From what you gathered as they didn’t correct her, nobody really thought Spike capable of any kind of meaningful relationship. And with him not being able to actively harm you, they just decided to avoid the topic entirely until one or both of you got bored of the sex. The only one that hadn’t thought anything of your sudden proximity with Spike every time he turned around, was Xander. He really would have said something if he had known. But he still wasn’t convinced now – no matter how often Anya insisted.

You slid your hand into his, now that everybody appeared to know that you were together at least. He smiled at this, looking down at your hands back to your face. This smile, it was softer than he would usually show in front of the Scoobies, it was one only for you. Where he felt such genuine happiness. Such adoration.

As usual, nobody really wanted to discuss your love life (rather just ignore and hope it went away) and so began to look away from you and discuss the demon again. You began following the trail of destruction. He wasn’t so hard to locate really and Buffy immediately attacked him as Willow and Anya set up in a large triangle around the fight. Each couple was at each point of the triangle as the recital occurred. A flash of light surrounded the demon and Buffy before it faded, showing the demon now fighting sluggishly.

You tried to protect Dawn the best you could while Spike and Buffy took it in turns to throw punches at the now marginally weakened demon. You and the others helped when you could but he was so strong even now the spell had worked, that humans barely affected him.

Somehow the demon broke from Spike’s hold and started for Dawn - who he had sensed as the weaker member of your group. You charged in front of your younger sister to try and distract him. This lead to him twisting you and throwing you into the air and crashing into a nearby storefront. You were flung straight against the wall and hit your head quite badly. He watched you falling like a ragdoll, appearing limp due to the blow.

His gut dropped. He left Buffy to the fight. All that mattered now was that you were okay. He had never been so scared. Spike rushed over to you, dropping to the floor so that he could cradle your head in his lap. There were a few seconds where he didn’t know what to do.

But then just as he thought he may have lost you, hope was restored again. You open your eyes, your smile a little dazed as you looked at him from your position in his lap. He looked up to the sky in relief, as if silently thanking the powers. His eyes danced with emotion as he looked back into yours. He wouldn’t know what he would do without you. Couldn’t even imagine it less his heart would begin to ache with phantom loss.

He was so overcome by the thought of losing you that he immediately caught your lips with his. Pouring every single feeling he had ever experienced for you into that one kiss. His hand cupping your cheek, the other on the small of your back – pressing you closer to him. As if this kiss may well be your very last. You reciprocated without hesitation, your lips felt as if they had been moulded just for this very moment. This kiss, it said everything. Promised everything and you smiled into it. Your lips moving against his urgently, insisting he feel your love for him. Even in your weakened state, all of your energy went into kissing him.

In the same moment, Buffy managed to finally slay the beast and Tara and Willow muttered some words that sent him into the book he would now again call home. Buffy whipped around to catch you both kissing so desperately. The rest of the group stopped still and staring too. Every mouth agape in shock. At just how much you appear to feel for the other. This wasn’t just a quick shag when the feeling struck. One wasn’t taking advantage of the other. This was love. The truest kind. And nobody could deny it now, not even Xander.

After you parted, reluctantly on both parts, he took on your weight as you all walked back, everyone except him in silence. He doted on you, pressing a kiss against your temple every few paces – just because he could now in this company. He wanted to offer you all of the comfort he could. He was whispering to you trying to make sure you didn’t fall asleep. He was sure you had a concussion (I mean, you kissed him that way in front of all of your friends without any worries after all).

Buffy didn’t even object when it appeared that Spike was walking their way home. She didn’t know what to think anymore. Everyone could see just how deeply you cared for each other. It was undeniable, even to your older sister.

Spike was just pleased you would make it and be okay. And… he began to get smug that he was finally able to show the slayer that he could access her house this entire time.