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i could be your girl, but would you love me if i ruled the world? | faith lehane x fem!reader

I'M BACK!

It's been so long, isn't it?

Anyway, life got so busy I couldn't even breathe this year.

But it's October, it's Halloween and it's BTVS SEASON!

Honestly, I've been obsessed with all the Buffyverse these days, and, honestly, I couldn't end Halloween and October without writing something about Faith.

So, that's why this blog is back, for one day.

No, requests are still closed. Sorry!

ENJOY!

(I just wanted to thank the two edits of Faith from Tik Tok that I saw with this song and that gave me the idea for this oneshot, last. Enjoy now!)

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PROMPT: Nothing much, just you, a complete, bitter, hard-hearted, closed-minded slob falling in love with another bitter, hard-hearted, closed-minded slob - and just a little bit of a sense of humor.

***

Ah, the Bronze.

You went there whenever you needed to clear your head. Sunnydale was the calmest town in the world to live in, especially when you were a teenager in the throes of puberty and adrenaline, looking for nothing more than peace and quiet.

You went to the Bronze when you needed to breathe, which was almost always, even in a small and peaceful town like Sunnydale.

Aside from the problems with your parents, your house that seemed too small for someone as big as you, and your terrible grades in school, everything was going pretty well. You intimidated people enough, even in the small and cramped bar, to keep them far enough away from you, and you just looked for a table away from the crowd of colors and couples and smells and sensations to light a cigarette and put your feet up.

"A Mai Tai, Ricky, please," you would say, almost always, swearing that it would be your first and only glass until Ricky came with two, three more.

And then you lit a cigarette before heading home. And you avoided looking at the dance floor, or standing in line for the bathroom because you knew there were women and men looking right at you.

And you hated to reciprocate. You hated to think about the possibility of winning someone's heart in one night, and vice versa.

It was like that every night.

Except that one.

***

That story about vampires, dangerous creatures, vampire Slayers, it was all a lie. It couldn't be true. Adults believed it because it suited them, because they were legends spread from generation to generation.

But you were already a teenager. You were too old to even believe in Santa Claus, why believe in bloodsucking monsters that went after people? And in a girl who could, in fact, kill them all and save the day for at least… a hundred years?

It didn't make any sense. Those things didn't exist. At least, they shouldn't have.

And if they did, well, they didn't interfere with your quiet nighttime routine. Going to Bronze. Drinking a Mai Tai. Smoking like a troubled girl. It was the best thing in the world. No vampire could stop that.

But she could. And you just didn't know it when you noticed her doing her best on the dance floor, wrapping her arms around one of the girls sitting down and moving her hands awkwardly, all while drinking something you couldn't make out.

When you wrapped your arm around the chair and put the straw in your mouth to suck the last drop of Mai Tai, she looked at you. And her eyes kind of took you over completely, as if it were an electronic song with a strong beat that made your ears throb. Too bad it was only for two seconds. Because you looked away.

Your agreements with yourself were always the same. Don't get carried away, don't get attached, don't kill yourself. Just rebel, and live in the moment.

And you would do that, if it weren't for those curious eyes, from across the dance floor. Small, brown, with no sign of eyeliner. She wasn't a rebel, but that kind of troubled girl…

That style also took you over completely. You had to admit that the moment you noticed that little black blouse showing parts of her waist against the light and that shiny belt, she won your heart completely. Or almost completely.

Because you couldn't let yourself get carried away. First deal.

It was kind of impossible, because she was practically crawling towards you. As if your gaze had taken her in completely, too. She came in stealthy steps, while you tried to decide if she looked like a snake, a wolf or a fox in search of prey.

But since it was her nature to do that, the girl simply walked right past the table where you were and started chatting with a couple at the other table, next to yours, all the while with the glass swinging in her hand. A Mai Tai. Exactly like yours.

It wasn't on purpose. It was just a coincidence because you had just arrived. And you hadn't seen each other yet. She also didn't seem to be stalking you or anything like that, because, in truth, when your eyes met for the first time, the look she gave you was pure curiosity, and, unless she knew how to hide it well, you had never run into each other, not even in a small and peaceful town like Sunnydale.

You would know if she was stalking you. And maybe she was stalking you now, pretending to be sly, but not before.

Her gaze drifted to you when the two teenagers at the next table frowned at her exaggerated gestures, and you noticed that those eyes were browner than usual. And that you clearly weren't prepared for them.

"Drinking twin," she said innocently, looking down at her half-empty glass. There was a huskiness in her voice that you weren't prepared for either. Not that you expected a high-pitched, bad-girl-dressed preppy girl, but… whatever. Enough thinking about what you expected.

"Is that how you usually start a conversation with someone?" you asked, obviously making fun. And according to her personality, which you had built up in your head, she wouldn't be offended. And she wasn't.

She just laughed, muffled. And her white teeth took your breath away when they showed. Because she had a damn beautiful smile.

"You got me there," she whispered, raising her glass, but she didn't seem surprised, and she was still laughing. "I don't know how to start a conversation with someone, it's true. But in my defense, I also didn't know there was a formula, an instruction manual for starting a conversation with someone…"

"There isn't," you replied shortly. "And I'm not complaining. I was just surprised that you…"

You shrugged. Wow, what the hell happened to your train of thought just now?

"Okay, I get it. It's okay. I really think that was a stupid conversation starter, if you ask me…", she said, catching you off guard again. With her fingers running along the edge of the chair next to you, she looked at you curiously, pulling the chair back. "Can I?"

One of those classic cases where you couldn't say no. It would be too rude. And you were tough, but not to that extent. A little company wouldn't hurt. For one night.

Don't get attached. Rule number two. Shit.

Nodding, you lowered your head and sucked the rest of your Mai Tai, while she obviously didn't wait for a full answer and sat down next to you, positioning the glass so that it was practically glued to yours, or at least in the same field of vision.

"So, are you going to at least let me ask your name or are you going to say that my attempt at conversation is equally stupid too?", she asked, straight and direct, exactly as you imagined. And as you didn't expect.

"It's (Y\N). Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so rude if it did," you said, your voice low. She laughed in response, and shook her head. "And yours? Can I at least ask?"

"Lehane. Faith Lehane," she said, all enigmatic, and obviously, you knew it was supposed to make you really curious. And she was lucky that it really did. "You can ask anything, you just won't be guaranteed an answer."

You laughed. Damn, she really knew how to charm a girl. Or a person, anyway. You couldn't tell.

"I just came to Sunnydale, actually. Not that it interests you, but… I was looking for a less chaotic city. Until I found out that this place has vampires too. So, I guess I can start packing my bags and be a nomad again."

"Are you running away from vampires?" you asked, uselessly curious about the idea of ​​a girl who knew the legends. An outsider who knew the legends. And you thought they only existed in Sunnydale.

"Running away isn't the right word, I'm afraid. They should run away from me, according to my… well, they should run away from me, instead. But I just don't agree with anything that happens here. In my life, specifically. Nothing seems to…"

"… make sense?"

"Are you…?", she stopped, staring at you and making you a little more nervous and tense than before. And then, she shook her head. "No, you're not. She said there's only one in each corner. And if I'm here, you couldn't be here. Not active."

Drunk talk. Daydreams. That was all that was needed, really.

"What are you talking about?", you asked, confused.

"Doesn't matter," Faith shook her head, laughing. "Are you single?"

Wait, what? That's definitely a quick escalation.

"What?"

"Oh, you don't like other girls? I see."

"No, no, I just… got confused, what…?"

"Calm down, I just asked if you're single. It's no big deal. And it's also okay if you don't date other girls, it's just, like, I thought you were a little… too pretty and I just wanted to know if you could… like…"

You laughed. Of course. They all had the same excuse. There was no way out of this. It started like that, and then you'd pin them against the wall, and then you'd kiss them, and then you'd try to take their shirts off until you remembered that the rule was not to get attached. And then you'd just kick them out. Because there was no point in trying to be nice when you didn't need to anymore.

"… if I could make out with you?", you finished, again, still laughing. "Yeah, it's a good proposal, actually, but I really don't know if it's very safe. You seem too drunk for my bones and I don't want to cause any problems."

Faith seemed, at that moment, to be offended. She shook her head, frowning and downing the entire drink in one go, her eyes scrutinizing you like a predator.

"I wouldn't complain if you caused me trouble, babe, I mean it," she said, simply throwing the words out of her mouth. "I have an iron fist. And, truthfully, I don't get drunk that quickly. I'm just too happy, but it's not because of the drink."

It's because of you. Okay, that was really obvious. You should have guessed.

And you should have known you were breaking the rule if you accepted it.

She stretched in the chair next to yours, a movement even more deliberate because her black blouse had risen enough to leave you in contact with half of her exposed belly. And that shouldn't have turned you on like it did. Never. Not for a second.

You took a deep breath. You imagined yourself as a vampire drinking blood from its victims, and realized that it would be a horrible thing to do, as much as it was to think.

"We don't have to make out. I can just kiss you in a random corner, surrounded by people, no one will notice," Faith said determinedly. "And I'll control my hands enough so they don't touch you…"

Oh my God. What were you getting yourself into?

You didn't think, you didn't even have time to. It felt like something else was taking over you, and maybe it would have been easier to blame the Mai Tai because when you pressed Faith against the wall and started kissing her breathlessly and in a hurry, you completely lost consciousness.

***

The day after wasn't usually the worst. But that morning after in particular was terrifying for you because, with all that hangover, you were sure you would die if you took one more step.

But the hangover certainly wasn't the biggest problem.

You don't remember the aftermath of attacking Faith's lips at the Bronze. You only remember that, in flashes, you took her home, and she led you to the gate, made you stop your father's car on the porch and tried to pull the car door open for you to get out too. But you bravely, and maybe a little self-consciously, pushed her back and said that you hated rushing things.

But you had never said that. And you had never even been in a hurry to kiss any other girl you had been with, because there had never been an accidental lifting of her shirt in the middle of the kiss, or a silly touch on the other girl's soft, tanned skin, or the discovery of a strange scar on her belly that she quickly dismissed by shoving her tongue down your throat.

And you needed to stop thinking about Faith before things got worse for you. Because you had never thought so much about another girl before. The first, maybe the first girl you had ever kissed, outside of the Bronze…

But you were thirteen. And your head was full of apple punch, which you had drunk behind your parents' back at a Halloween party with your childhood friends. And you had just kissed a girl at Spin the Bottle. And while you were throwing up and being grounded for three weeks, all you could think about was this girl.

Luckily, she moved out the following year. And you stopped thinking.

As you brushed your teeth, drank coffee, said a dull and boring good morning to your parents and lit a cigarette in the backseat while your father sang Johnny Cash on the way to school, you couldn't stop thinking about Faith. And then, in Philosophy class, you started studying about faith and counterparts. And it only got worse for you.

And then you knew you couldn't stay like this. And that you needed to see her again. Even if it was just to punch that beautiful little face, look into those brown eyes one last time or see her mouth bleeding and dripping on those perfect lips that you kissed last night.

***

Agreement number three: don't kill yourself.

But it was kind of hard to keep a promise like that in Sunnydale. When things started to heat up again in the town, and the legends started to become reality, you had to deal with the fear of facing your skepticism.

A part buried inside your brain thought that was incredibly cool. The vampires running around, the thirst for blood, the hidden threat that could invade the place you were in and make you the victim. But the more rational part started to cultivate fear, trauma, apprehension, the idea of ​​the scary occult that you didn't know about.

Oh, come on, the last known Vampire Slayer had been killed. There was no one to protect your small, peaceful town now. Any self-respecting girl was terrified of leaving the house, because there was the horrible possibility of being the chosen one.

But there was no way. You even wanted to stay home, locked up, but your free spirit cried out to go out. And faced with a dark situation in which you couldn't stop thinking about a girl, the girl you had kissed to shut her up, you needed to get out.

Until you discovered that the smell of smoke possibly attracted strange, almost snake-like creatures, thirsty for blood and with huge teeth capable of piercing a person's neck.

Until you lit a cigarette and felt a chill down your spine instead of relief when you inhaled.

Until you were knocked to the ground by the deliberate voice and the grip of a hideous creature with huge teeth. A vampire. Good. This was your chance to change your destiny, which you didn't do, because, in truth, there was no chance of people being nice to you, not in this life, at least.

When he knocked you down and ran to grab you firmly behind the neck, you closed your eyes, expecting the worst. You wouldn't even feel the firmness of his fangs. Until he grunted, and fell. A shrill, hoarse scream echoed from afar, making you open your eyes:

"Pay attention, you son of a bitch!"

And then, Faith pulled you up, the rush imminent. You knew it was her because, in fact, the unmistakable smell had been in your mind for weeks. With a glance in her direction, you clearly saw the girl's gaze soften, and you smiled, relieved, a heavy sigh that was hard to escape.

"Are you okay? Did he bite you? Are you in pain?"

"Faith," you whispered. That was all you could say. You hugged her, laughing, and she hugged you back, after two seconds, tightening her arms around you, as if she was refusing to let go.

Then, as usual, she broke the hug, with a not-so-gentle pat on your chest. "You idiot! You shouldn't be out here, it's dangerous! They're sending vampires from beyond to come after us. Answer my questions, at least, okay, idiot?"

You laughed. "Don't worry, babe, I'm fine. He was going to bite me, but you came along and… wow, you put a good stake in his chest."

"Actually, it's my dagger," she smiled, kneeling down and pulling the dagger out of the vampire's chest, as he disappeared and turned to dust in front of you. "Well, here's my secret. A Vampire Slayer. But you can interpret it however you want. I can be a Vigilante, that's all."

You huffed, shaking your head. And then, the words just spilled out of your throat again.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since that day at the Bronze. I'm not the same person anymore, Faith. I can't pretend anymore that I didn't get attached and that you didn't catch my attention from the beginning. I lied to myself for a long time about the other girls, but you…", you sighed, looking at her. "It was different. And all it took was for me to have a horrible near-death experience with an ugly creature like that to make sure of it."

"Oh, will you ever shut up, doll?", she teased, and pulled you by the waist for a desperate kiss, lowering the dagger until it fell to the floor again, and wrapping both arms around you, exactly as you imagined she would do. "I knew it… I knew it would make you change your mind. You look so much cuter without that bad girl pose."

"As if you knew anything about me, Faith."

"Oh, I know. Trust me. I've known you my whole life," she whispered, lost, before kissing you again. "I was just waiting for you to get to know me too. And then I could have you, all to myself, without all this arrogance."

"Shut up," you whispered.

And then she shut up. And you kissed all night. And maybe the next day, when she woke up in your bed and made you skip school for the first time. It was also the first day you accepted being bossed around by someone.

And somehow, that was what it was like to rule the world.

[ashwhowrites]

Hello again!

I'm not sure about which characters from Buffyverse you want to write but still I have to try and ask if you're okay with vampire reader (with soul) x Willow.

If it's not your thing, i completely understand.

I thought about vampire reader just getting her soul back and Angel asks scooby gang if they can help her to accommodate

During that Willow and reader get to know each other more and fall in love. Reader decides to stay in Sunnydale with her new girlfriend

Thanks 😊

I will write about any character! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Falling for the vampire

Y/N never thought she'd get her soul back, but Angel found a way. She was a little scared about the change, she hadn't felt emotions in years. But Angel promised he had people who would take care of her and help with anything she needed.

That's how she found herself staying with Buffy, the slayer. She felt nervous to be under the roof with someone who was trained to kill her but Angel told her she was safe. Y/N trusted Angel, and Buffy seemed to be incredibly warming and nice.

Buffy promised to not kill her as long as she played nice with everyone. Y/N knew she could play nice, she didn't feel that urgency to kill anyone.

She met the rest of Angel's friends if she could call them that. Xander was skeptical, but Angel said he was always like that. Willow was shy but friendly, and insanely beautiful. At first, she thought Willow and Xander were together, which caused her to feel something.

Willow didn't like to admit it, but she judged Buffy a lot for falling in love with a vampire. It was too risky and seemed way too complicated. She thought Buffy was insane, but as her best friend she accepted Angel. Then she met Y/N, and she realized Buffy didn't have a choice but to fall.

Willow tried to ignore the attraction she felt, not wanting to bother with a vampire. But every time Willow went over to Buffy's and saw Y/N, her heart couldn't help but race.

"Hi Willow," Y/N smiled, greeting the redhead before she went into the spare bedroom.

"Hi," Willow smiled. She thought she was good at hiding her feelings but Buffy could see right through her.

"You so like her," Buffy teased, shoving Willow's shoulder as they settled on her bed.

"I do not!" Willow argued, looking down at her hands. "I barely know her."

"Well you know that she is a vampire, has a soul, and is single," Buffy smiled, "She asks about you a lot."

"Really? Why?" Willow couldn't help but perk up. Buffy chuckled at the obvious crush, she knew her best friend too well.

"You make her feel a lot of emotions, so she needs help telling what they are sometimes. But she likes you. She likes your red hair, thinks your magic is badass, and always asks if you and Xander are a thing."" Buffy explained. "So if you like her, I'd go for it."

~

Willow took a deep breath as she knocked on Y/N's door, the vampire had the door open in seconds.

"Hi again," she smiled, letting Willow in the small room.

"Hey, how have things been with you know- the new soul?" Willow asked, moving to sit on the bed.

Y/N smiled and joined her, sitting as close to her as she could. "It's different but Buffy is helpful."

"Yeah Buffy is great," Willow smiled

"Not as great as you," Y/N smirked, she enjoyed the way Willow's cheeks turned red like her hair.

"I came over to ask you something," Willow sighed. She nervously played with her hands. "Do you want to go on a date?"

Y/N was shocked by the question but her heart swelled. She didn't miss a beat as she said yes.

~~~

After that first date, the two girls were inseparable. The date was five months ago and Willow knew she was in love. She feared for Y/N's life on hunts. She learned any spell she could to protect her. She got jealous whenever Spike flirted with her, believing that since she was a vampire they had a ton in common. Willow tried her best to keep her jealousy under wraps but sometimes Spike was thrown across the graveyard.

Willow and Y/N hadn't admitted their love for each other yet, but it was obvious to everyone around them. Willow figured she had all the time she needed to confess but her life never worked out easy.

"You're leaving?" Buffy asked, tears already welling in her eyes as she looked up at Angel.

"Sunnydale isn't for me anymore, Buffy. I need to leave for me," he confessed. The gang didn't want to intrude on their moment, so they sat in silence.

"But what about me? What about us?" Buffy fought. Willow watched between the two, saddened for Buffy.

"Buffy there hasn't been an us for months. It's not safe for vampires here." His eyes cast over Y/N for a split second before he looked at Buffy.

Willow saw the look and fear filled her stomach. Was she leaving too?

"Is she going with you?" Buffy asked, Willow froze at the question. Buffy looked at Y/N and Y/N walked over to stand next to Angel.

"I've been thinking about it," Y/N confessed, too scared to look at Willow.

"You're leaving?" Willow asked, her voice cracking as she rushed up to her. Y/N looked down at her feet but Willow pushed her head up.

"I might, but if you want me to stay I'll stay," Y/N confessed and she meant it. If Willow wanted her forever, she'd stay forever.

Buffy envied Willow, knowing if she said the word her lover would stay. But Angel already decided.

"But do you want to stay?" Willow asked, she knew she would never forgive herself if she forced Y/N to stay in an unsafe town.

Y/N cupped Willow's face, smiling at her. "I want to stay because I love you, Willow. I will fight for my life every day to stay with you."

Willow gulped at her confession. "I love you too," she cried. She pressed her lips against hers, the two felt like they were the only ones in the room.

Xander coughed, making the two separate. They mumbled a small sorry.

"I love you too," Willow smiled, throwing her arms around Y/N into a bone-crushing hug.

"Then I'll stay right here," Y/N whispered into her ear.

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will...

Attempting to make the most of your stay with your family friends despite the tension that is still lingering after 70 odd years.

This is the *Fluffy* Part 2 an obscenely long time after the other two parts, Fair warning although it gets quite cute, the beginning is a little angsty cause like Ambrose was a dick and needs to apologise so ya know...

P1 -- Angsty p2 

WC: 1.9k

You gathered yourself, walking down the hall before striking your knuckles twice on his door. You were met with silence, yet just as you raised your clenched fist to knock again you heard from behind you;

“Hi”

"Ambrose..."

His name was simply all you could manage, the determination from mere seconds before had dripped away and settled in the grooves of the floor. Turning to meet his eyes, you allowed your arms to drop as dead weight to hang by your sides, every ounce of you tired from the hours of anticipation and dread.

The extended silence that hung in the air between the two of you felt unending, your eyes had all but glazed over in your trance. The sound of his footfalls was what alerted you mere milliseconds before you were crushed in his embrace, his head rested atop your own, tucking you into himself. There was no space, no air between the two of you, it was admittedly a not unwelcome change but it was cast in the shadows of the discussions that had to follow it.

The exhale that tumbled from his lungs turned into hurried kisses along the crown of your head, the small acts of affection wrought a funny familiarity, It had been almost a century since you conceded to yourself that you would never feel it again, and decades since you last allowed yourself to remember it. His embrace still felt the same, hauntingly, jarringly so, as if it was someone else's distant memory not your own that you were experiencing.

Despite the strange looming feelings the interaction was nothing near short, you clung to each other, fisting the clothes beneath splayed hands for near half an hour.

Pulling back you met his eyes, "It's been a while ey?" eyes falling over his form; "How has it been, being trapped inside?" he simply rolled his eyes as his hands sat on your hips, the warmth of his skin calming in the crisp autumn air, not to mention the scent that remained the same despite the decades that have passed. The smell is every memory, every adventure and experience you had shared, every whispered secret and playful scheme.

"Heaven how I missed you!" He gripped your sides tighter as he pulled you closer once again and spun the pair of you on the spot in the snug hallway. A sound, a mix of a quaint giggle and absurd snort erupted from your stomach at the shock of the movement. "Me too 'Ro. Can't say I expected such a warm welcome though..." you allowed your sentence to hang between the pair of you unfinished, knowing he was the only one who could answer the question you didn't ask. Gingerly, he placed you down on your own two feet, keeping one hand on your waist, he assured you were standing steady before he retreated his hand to rub the back of his neck.

His tone was sheepish as he started up again but his eyes never left yours, "I am so sorry, for... everything; for not listening to you or my aunties, for saying such harsh and untrue things to you. It was all lies and bullshit to make myself feel better about my idiotic decisions. I think I knew, back then, how stupid it was I-I just didn't want to admit I was wrong, that I could fall for such a imbecilic scheme." he ran a shaky hand down the length of his face. "I know how horrible the things I said to you were, and I can't imagine how hurt you must have been. I hate that I was so detestable while you were simply trying to help me and the things you were saying- I feel like I didn't even really hear them until you had left. please just know I am trying better these days, to listen to those around me, the people I care about..."

By the conclusion of his apology his posture had shrunken, his shoulders curling over. No matter ow appreciative of his apology you may have been seeing Ambrose shrinking in on himself was not something you could bare to watch so you moved silently to mirror his prior embrace, tucking his head into your chest. "Its okay Ro, I mean I was quite judgy. I could have bee-" he tugged himself away from you carefully before cupping your face in his hands. "No, please. There is nothing that you did, there was no part of this that was your fault and I cannot bare to think of you blaming yourself." His voice was hurried as he rushed through the words, but as he neared the end his voice changed, diminished into a tired whisper "So please, please just... don't." the final word was punctuated with a long kiss to your forehead, a tradition that was missed in the many years that had passed.

"Okay Ro, I won't, and thank you, truly, for your apology." You pull his head downwards so that his forehead rests on your own. "But now, please don't stress okay? We've lost enough time as it is" a sniffled hum did not satisfy as you pulled back, lifting his chin to force his eyes to meet your own as you raised a brow... "Seriously, Ambrose, let us not waste any more time. I forgive you, you daft idiot." Tugging his head down further you placed a kiss of your own to his forehead before stepping back. Clutching his hand in your own you tugged him towards his room eager to catch up on the years in-between.

Crashing onto the all too familiar cushions that lay always strewn across the floor, you struggled to pull your gaze from his form. In spite of spending over seventy years apart every spot and feature of his room remained the same, the only notable change lay in his presence, even while reclining in his own space he seemed to recede within himself. And yet reiterating your prior reassurance would surely be futile in the way of making him feel any more comfortable so you simply settled on acting as normal as you could manage.

"So... how is the coven fairing? I've heard your cousin is just as much trouble as we were in our day."

"Pssh, she is much worse than we could manage, but her intentions are better than ours were, much less trouble for troubles sake."

"Damn. speaking of trouble who took over after your uncle?" A dramatic and yet genuinely sour look came over his features as he spat out "Faustus Blackwood" as if the name itself was poisonous.

Your brows knitted together as did your lips as you pouted out an "Ew" Considering for a moment your next words were spoken in disbelief "Such a decision is inconceivable, what the what?"

"I agree my dear and yet..." his words trailed off for a moment before his enigmatic grin covered his face as it often did and he continued; "That was, of course, until Auntie Zelda took his position." His chest had puffed out at this point, clearly joyous to share the news. Your face was overtaken itself in a swarm of joy and outrage as you shot up from your seat as if determined to interrogate why Zelda had left that piece of major news out of your earlier conversation, this reaction of course only cause Ambrose's smile to grow impossibly wider.

A playful glare soon latched onto your features as you all but launched yourself into his arms, muttering out all sorts of childish insults in frustration as you pinched his cheeks, ending with a simple jibe of "Way to bury the lead Ro!"

Settling yourself on bringing the topic up later with the other Spellmans present you relented and tangled yourself alongside his limbs as you had done countless times, before you enquired instead as to his excursions after his house arrest had been lifted, at which point you were happily regaled with tales of dates, studies and adventures alongside his trouble-surrounded cousin.

Within what felt like a few moments, night had fallen and with it came the squealing of brakes and the scattering of gravel. Releasing a chuckle, you rose to your feet, lazily tugging Ambrose from the cushions and to your side as you started towards the foyer.

Only releasing his hand as you reached to tug open the door, glancing past the towering figure to the haphazardly parked car out front, you simply scoffed and cocked your head to the side. now looking up at the man if front of you as if confused by his lack of movement. Rocking back and forth on your heels you raised a mocking brow in his direction before jerking your head backwards into the house, all but inviting him in. Emphasis on the 'all but' as he remained stuck on the other side of the threshold. Sparing a glance to your side, you spotted Ambrose, his brows furrowed and his genuine confusion obvious as he looked between yourself and the blonde at the door.

Yet despite your gaze remaining on Ambrose you caught the briefest mutter of "bloody fuck" from the vamp, and turned your attention to him once again. "Well Spike, how was the casino? Lose all of our money already?"

An offended scoff fell from his lips as he fired back; "Course not love, Don't you trust me? Now come on, let's go inside ey?" drawing your face into a pinched expression you gazed to the sky in another bout of mocking consideration, you leave him hanging for an extended moment, until the sounds of the sisters entering the space drew all of your intention, apart from Ambrose who remained studying Spike who in turn met his gaze with a cocky wink.

It was almost laughable how fast the vampire's cocky and frustrated expression morphed into one of innocence as he greeted the women with flattery and kindness. It was just as you thought, the big softie was capable of not being a dick when it suited him best. Yet as soon as Hilda had invited him inside his smile briefly twisted into yet another one of his cockiest smirks as he shouldered past you.

"So you travel with our little one?"

"Yes, I am glad to say I do. And may I say thank you for lettin' me in. Someone was enjoying keeping me out in the cold."

"Troublesome as ever, I'm truthfully not surprised with all the chaos these two used to get into." Zelda mused as Hilda hummed in agreement;

"Always so cheeky these two"

Sharing a look with the man at your side as you rolled your eyes, you knocked your shoulder with his as you followed the other three from the door. Unsurprisingly Spike was arm in arm, flanked by both of the witches and that was pretty much how it remained from then on for the rest of the night as he regaled the women with adventures and stories of your travels, only pausing on occasion for your input as you lay, head resting on the shoulder of your old friend.

At that moment it felt as if no time had passed at all, and for tonight at least you wanted it to stay that way; complex feelings, bruised egos and ancient scars were an issue for tomorrow.

[chronic-escapixt]

🖤 Welcome to the page of a recluse with too much time on her hands 🖤

About Me---

First of all, Hi!

I’m Jen -- Black/White/Dominican lady in my 20s (I’ve stopped counting), also bi and gemini (just in case you were wondering). I’ve been on the platform for a while, reading and reblogging, having gotten into writing and posting somewhat regularly within the past year. This is my favorite place to share my writing and engage with my favorite fandoms- tumblr is truly one of the safest spaces on the internet to show love to your underappreciated black/poc characters (long live tumblr). 

I use my free time to write or draw whatever I’m currently fixating on. Also recently started to touch grass and become more self-sufficient so I’ve started gardening. I might show my progress with that on here (I’m growing habaneros).

My fandoms:

The Vampire Diaries (the only one I'm writing for)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (a major conceptual inspiration for my writing)

Outer Banks (just for Rafexreader fanfics honestly..)

Hellaverse - Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss (don't judge me- it’s good sometimes and it heals my inner religious trauma)

My Writing: 

18+ ONLY (NO MINORS- i mean it): NSFW, dark themes/warnings including but not limited to: CNC, dubcon, non-con, yandere, murder, manipulation, physical violence, abuse, trauma, stalking, dacryphilia, angst, smut, rough sex, degradation, spanking, size kink, unhealthy dom/sub relationship, bondage, knife kink, choking, kidnapping, breeding, unprotected sex, overstimulation. (specific warnings will be listed on each post).

**REMEMBER: you are responsible for the content you consume, so please read all content warnings before interacting with my posts**

i write for fun and only the things i want to read and i dont have a consistent posting schedule since i just write and upload whenever i feel like it. (I’m trying to be more consistent & set aside more time for writing). Also, requests are open but it may be awhile before i get to it..

I write oneshots, blurbs, and one series— smut with a little plot (bc ain't nobody got time for that)

Kai Parker of the Vampire Diaries is the current fixation - actually witch lore in the show is grossly underdeveloped and rife with potential (TVD witch lovers come to the front)

Masterlists:

TVD Fanfics Masterlists(18+): Kai Parker Masterlist - Taglist Bonnie Bennett Masterlist (Coming soon)

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hi! i don’t know if you write for spike (btvs) but could you maybe write dating spike hcs? sfw & nsfw?

william ‘spike’ pratt x neutral!reader ; dating headcanons.

word count — 884.

themes + warnings ; some lovely fluff, some hints of angst thrown in because of our beloved troublesome tortured poet and some nsfw content as well!

author’s note — hi my lil starling <3! i do most certainly write for our favorite lil bad boy spike, i hope you enjoy <3! depressingly, i believe, this is shorter than my one with angel but that doesn’t mean that i don’t love him any less! i just literally ran out of headcanons at the moment cause my brain stopped working whoops! i could always expand upon him on a later date like i can with angel.

support mention ; if you feel like supporting, a nice ‘like’ will suffice on my blog, i know some writers love to ask nicely if you could reblog or comment etc. yet on my blog (no hate towards them as everyone likes appreciation in different ways), but if you’d like to reblog or comment feel free after all this is a safe space for any fan-individual to have fun :’)

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alright let’s state the obvious about our favorite troublesome poet : he will write tons of poems about you. his favorite topic to write about would be about love, at least i headcanon from his former human life, and so when he finds himself enthralled with you, you become his center focus in his beloved artship.

even if you do not like poetry, still please be supportive of him especially when you learn why he doesn't write his poetry as often as he used to when he was human. you see, in my personal headcanon, william (his human self of course) had been seen as too soft for a man as he liked the more feminine oddities such as : poetry, flowers, jewelry, fashion, and baking. mind you, this is all my personal headcanons as to why he was seen as soft.

so this vamp would adore you so so much more if you were to let him be himself and perhaps show interest in the oddities that he likes. obviously he would be the most supportive of you but if he was super supportive of you and didn't receive any back, i feel like he’d be put off of you despite how he feels towards you.

if you are an artistic soul like he is, spike would proudly marvel over your art — no matter how melancholy it might appear to be. he would goat about how his partner is the best at (insert your craft(s) here) and it would get to the point that the whole scooby gang would in-synchronicity claim "we know!" which would turn him into a blushing stuttering mess as he tries to play it off that he doesn't talk about your craft(s) that much. he contradicts himself sometimes as we all know.

he is the definition of a badass with a good soft heart. y'all get stuck out in the rain? he`s sacrificing his good leather and placing it over your head as he moves the pair of you underneath something where you would be dry and then y'all can watch the rain fall down upon sunnydale in a pretty lil art form. anyone happens to look at you in a wrong or potentially harmful way? spike is throwing hands with his vamp face out to scare them halfway to death before he even touches them. he`s a little protective over you, that`s all.

he’s obsessed with your touch. he’s severely touch deprived even if he doesn’t show it — please show him that he is capable of love, one that doesn’t surround around the madness of the woman who he believed to have been his soulmate before you came into his life. the man would be so touchy with you in private, especially if you did any hobbies of his that he loves — meaning baking of course! he would wrap his arms around your middle and use his hands to help you with anything you need for baking. definitely the type of man to put you on his feet and the pair of you penguin waddle together to put the trays in the oven for whatever you’re baking.

speaking of him being obsessed with your touch … time for a lil bit of nsfw 😈

spike is definitely a switch with a bratty sub lean, i mean literally just look at this vampire. he tries to act like a badass who is known for causing trouble over the years and yet if you play your cards just right you can turn him from a brat into your precious boy, but that takes a while. i tend to headcanon that even though drusilla loved him in the way she did, she never got to have him this way, and spike only trusts you to show this side of him. despite the trust, he will indeed make you work for it like i said previously. but you know how to handle your troublesome boy and how to practically turn him into a puddle with your mere touch overtime.

he’s definitely a mean service dom though when he is in a the dominant state of mind. man loves to torture you and deny your orgasms left and right only for a few turns though and then sends you over the edge quite a few times after that. he turns you into a total mess for his own pleasure but the aftercare is spectacular fr!

his version of aftercare is ; cleaning you up with a towel while smothering you with kisses all over as soon as he wipes down each and every spot upon your body, then he goes and gives you a drink (whether water or your favorite soda or alcoholic drink or maybe a blood bag if you’re a vampire like him — y’alls choice!) before he goes off to fill up a bath with the rainbow colored child bubbles that he found at the store the other day, and then he carries you in there once the bath is all filled. then he goes on to wash your body and hair for you while making sure that you’re genuinely alright with whatever occurred during your time together, then he asks you for whatever you want or need — his beloved flower’s wish is his command that he wishes never ends.

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Let The World Burn - D.G

Word count: 835

Pairings: Vampire!Dick Grayson x BTVS!fem reader

Notes: I don't know how to feel about this, I had like a concept mapped out for this and another part but it all depends on you guys. So please lmk if there's anything I should edit or add, and if I should include the next part

Synopsis: Gotham's in havoc, and the only one you can rely on is your ex-bf?

Warnings: Deception, angst, manipulation

It's been a year since the downfall of Gotham. A year since the apocalypse and a year since the vampires took over.

When the apocalypse first hit, chaos ran amok through the city's streets. Left and right, people were dropping like flies; Despite your pretty recent breakup, the first person you sought to check on was your ex-boyfriend -- Dick Grayson. Frantically you rush for the phone, dialing his number countless amounts of time solely to be met with his voicemail.

"Come on, Grayson answer!" you frustratedly mutter. In the of midst what seemed like the 10th dial, you were interrupted by a gust of wind bursting inside your apartment. You could've sworn you closed your window. Immediately you get a feeling of unease throughout your whole body. Gingerly walking towards your kitchen, you grab a knife from the knife block, arming yourself for whatever unexpected creature decides to pop out. Feeling a shadow behind you, as if instinct, you turn around and attempt to stab the unknown with all your might, only to be stopped mid-swing by a man grabbing your wrist.

"Woah there princess, you could've taken me out." the man said with a hint of mockery. You recognize the man as Dick, fully dressed in his blue and black Nightwing suit.

"Dick!" you exclaim, dropping the knife and running into his arms. He let out a cocky chuckle before wrapping his arms around your waist. If you weren't overdriven by a sense of relief and comfort., you would've noticed how his body was ice cold. Normally it would be the opposite, your hands cold to the touch in contrast to his warm hands. He used to say that that's what made the two of you perfect for each other. "You're okay! I've been calling you over and over!"

"I'm sorry sweetheart my phone died," he said, placing kisses on your temple. Weird, for a vigilante shouldn't his phone always be on? "I'm here now, that's all that matters," he reassures. Once again, there went the feeling of unease. "Baby, as much as I'm enjoying this we need to leave, now.". You nod your head, pushing back any feelings you had. He was right, the apocalypse of the world was still currently ongoing. Dick grabs your wrist, leading you towards the open window's fire escape.

"You ready?" he asks, wrapping his arms around your waist. You let out a sound of approval, clutching onto him for support. Hearing your compliance, he starts leaping from building to building, leading the two of you to a safe rooftop.

"Stay here, I'll be right back."

"Mhmm," you reply looking down at the city. Tears started to run down your face. Gotham was in shambles. Buildings were on fire, men and women- children screaming, car alarms going off, police sirens wailing.

"Baby, are you okay?" Dick calls out. He approaches you from behind, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head on top of yours. You turn and bury your face in his chest, hugging him back. "No...this is terrible! The city's in ruins, and everyone I love could be in danger.". This time your body wasn't signaling you a feeling of unease but more of a signal of danger--a warning telling you to get away. You look up at Dick and notice his eyes, his once blue eyes now blood red.

He picked up on your sense of inquietude, looking down at your distraught face. "You-you're one of them." you clamor pushing yourself away from his embrace.

"Princess-"

"No!" you shout. With each step he takes towards you that's another you take away from him. "Baby-"

This time your foot takes a step off of the edge. "Careful!" he exclaims, and in what seems like an instant your rushes over to you and pulls you into him, leading you away from the edge. "Let go of me!" you emphasize, struggling to get away from his grasp on you.

"How could you?" you ask, realizing there's no use in fighting against him and his newly acquired superhuman strength. The only emotions you felt right now were pure pain and betrayal; a dangerous pair they would be if the love you had for Dick wasn't triumphing you to act on them.

You tried to read him, something you could once easily do when you were still together, when he was with you; when he was still human. Dick's mind happened to be in various places. It hurt him to see you so upset- truly it did! Your melancholia and fear visible from your tear filled-eyes. But on the other, he felt no remorse, if anything your fear boosted his hero complex even more. All he wanted was nothing but for you to run into his arms, and call out his name, allowing him to comfort your worries, concerns, and agony. His poor, heartbroken girl. If only you knew how pretty you looked when you cried.

[smellingofpoetry]

Normal Again

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Castiel

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: "The first time it happened had felt like a bad nightmare."

Square/s Filled: "Dean Winchester" (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles), Hospital AU (@anyfandomaubingo)

Warnings: mention of mental illness, mental hospital, pills, angst, nightmares, hurt, sadness, mention of smut, mention of nudity, mention of the series finale

Rating: +18

Words count: 3708

Beta: endlesswanted

A/N:  Hello there! It has been a while since my last story, unfortunately, I'm quite busy at the moment so my writing had slowed down. I had this story in mind for quite some time and I've finally been able to finish it. I was inspired by an episode of Buffy, I don't know if some of you watched it or not, but I always loved that one in particular. This story talks about some delicate subject, so I totally understand if some of you would prefer to skip it. I did my best with the warnings, but feel free to let me know if I missed something. That being said, let me know what you think about the story and I hope you'll appreciate it. Enjoy! 🖤

Dean Winchester Masterlist - Masterlist

The first time it happened had felt like a bad nightmare. It wasn’t even the worst he had in all those years, and nothing really had happened. It was just him sitting on a bed in an almost empty room, but he could feel this heaviness on his chest.

He could feel his own fear.

The worst part was how real that nightmare had felt. He had become quite good at shaking his bad dreams off, but this one was different. He could still feel it deep down on his bones even hours later.

Once the feeling went away, he blamed it on the hunt he had just done and moved on until more dreams found their way to him. He kept quiet, deciding to deal with them on his own. It wasn’t his first bad dream, but then he started to have them even when he was wide awake. He had one of them even while working a case and if he hadn’t snapped out of it the moment he did he would have probably lost her.

That night, once they were back, he all but hid in his room until she made her way to him. She sat down next to him without saying a word. Her small hand grabbed his, lacing their fingers together. Dean closed his eyes while the guilt came back in full force.

“Talk to me, De.”

He sighed hearing her pleading tone, knowing full well he couldn’t keep to himself what was happening, not anymore.

“I’m having these dreams. I don’t even know if I can call them that anymore.”

Y/N looked up at him, confusion was written all over her face. He bit down on his lip, trying to figure out how to explain what was happening to him when he wasn’t really sure himself.

“They started like dreams, but now I’m having them even when I’m not sleeping.”

“And you were having one of those while we were hunting?”

Dean nodded his head, feeling his eyes sting a bit. She got a bit closer then, holding his hand a bit tighter.

“What are they like?”

“They feel so real, like pieces – missing pieces.”

“Of what?”

“Someone’s story.”

“Whose?”

“Mine.”

“No, please. I don’t want them anymore. Please –”

Dean whimpered, trying to push himself against the wall as much as he could to get away from them.

“No more, please.”

One of the nurses bent on his knees, sighing in defeat.

“Don’t make it even harder, man.”

Dean backed away a bit more when the door of his room opened, and the doctor came in. He signaled the two nurses to leave them alone, and Dean waited for them to get out before glancing toward the doctor.

“Did you take your pills, Dean?”

He looked down then, shaking his head while he hugged his legs closer to his chest.

“They’re for your own good.”

“But I don’t want them.”

“Alright, we’re going to worry about that later. For now, you have a visit.”

Dean's interests peeked up at that, so he glanced at the doctor again before shifting his eyes towards the door. A few seconds later two figures came into the room, making Dean’s eyes go wide with surprise.

“Hey, son.”

His dad tried to smile, but Dean’s attention was already focused on the other person who waved at him, unsure.

“Sammy?”

“Hey, Dean.”

“You’re back?”

“For a little while, yeah.”

The doctor waved to John, signaling to both go outside.

“Why don’t we give them some time, uhm?”

Y/N moved on the bed to face him this time. He was worried and, somehow, that wasn’t even the right definition to describe him, but she knew to have never seen him that upset.

“What happens in these dreams?”

Dean swallowed, trying to avoid her eyes as best as he could, which ended up worrying her even more. He closed his eyelids for a few seconds, not sure he had in him the courage to tell her. 

“It’s bad, Y/N.”

“Nothing of what you’re going to tell me will make me look at you differently.”

He raised his eyes and the moment they landed on her he knew that she was telling the truth. So, he nodded, and taking a deep breath he let her know.

“I’m in this place – a hospital.”

Y/N tightened her grip on his hand. Fear was starting to creep on her, but she kept her mouth shut giving him all the time he needed to speak on his terms, even though all that wait was going to kill her.

“I’m there to be treated because I –” he paused to take a deep breath.

“I think I’m sick.”

Why was her heart beating so fast for a stupid dream? Maybe if he wasn’t so terrified then maybe she could have relaxed a bit.

“But they’re treating you, so that’s a good thing, right?”

Y/N desperately searched his eyes, trying to find reassurance but the moment Dean looked at her she knew it was worse than she was picturing it.

“The hospital –”

“Yeah?”

“– it’s a mental hospital, Y/N.”

They were sitting on the floor with their backs on the wall, and suddenly it seemed to be back to when they were just kids, and they spent their summer nights talking to each other about their future.

“Are you here to take me home?”

Sam’s heart cracked a bit under the weight of his big brother's question. To be honest, he couldn’t tell what hurt more between his words and the lost look on his face.

“I’m afraid I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you have to get better first.”

Dean frowned, glancing down at his pale gown. He tried to process his little brother's words but sometimes it was so hard to concentrate on something.

“But I don’t like it here.”

“I know you don’t.”

“What if – what if I take my medicine and promise to be good, will you let me come back to the bunker, then?”

Dean looked at his brother, while Sam seemed to be confused by the question.

“The bunker?”

“Yeah, home.”

Sam frown deepened, not sure what he was talking about let alone know what to say to him.

“Dean, there’s no bunker.”

“Yes, there is. That’s where we live, me and you.”

Dean shook his head with force while slowly getting up. Sam sighed, getting up too but smart enough to not get too close to him to not upset him even more.

“No, we’re not, Dean. you’ve been here for a few years now, remember? While I live in California where I went to college.”

“No, no, you left college after Jessica died and we – we –”

Sam took a step forward; hands raised in surrender to let him know he didn’t want to hurt him in any way.

“Jessica is not dead; she lives with me in California. I already told you that last time we saw each other.”

Dean shook his head, pacing inside the small room trying to make sense of his foggy thoughts.

“No, no, you’re lying. I thought you were on my side.”

“And I’m, Dean.”

“Then why are you lying?”

He shouted, stopping in the middle of the room to look at Sam, who stood still watching him helplessly. Dean stared at him with teary eyes, waiting for him to say that it was just a stupid mistake.

“Say something, damn it!”

“I’m sorry, Dean.”

“No, you’re not. You’re just like everybody else. You’re just trying to find a new reason to leave me again.”

He was about to take a step forward when two strong arms took hold of him. The nurse tried to calm him down, leading him towards the bed.

“Alright, calm down now.”

“No! Leave me alone!”

Sam got a bit closer, wanting to do something to help him but not knowing what he was supposed to do in a situation like that.

“Please, let him go. We were just talking. We just – I – please.”

But the nurse ignored him, taking a syringe from one of his pockets and pushing the needle inside Dean’s arm.

“No! No! Please, no! Sammy, please. Tell them it’s not a lie, please. She can’t be a lie – she can’t!”

“Who?”

Dean slowed down his movements while the nurse secured him to the bed. He stood still, staring at the ceiling. A small tear rolled down his cheek.

“Y/N –”

Y/N tried to push down the lump in her throat but the scared look on Dean’s face made her panic rise.

“We have had worst nightmares, why is this one having such an effect on you?”

Dean glanced in her direction, gnawing the inside of his cheek. He sighed, knowing she had the right to know.

“Because it feels real – too real.”

Y/N frowned at his words. All their nightmares felt real, she knew that well enough. So, she also knew there was more to it than he was telling her.

“What are you trying to tell me?”

He rubbed at his tired eyes with his fingertips, hanging low his head.

“It’s starting to become hard to say what’s real and what’s not.”

“When did all of this start?”

“It started after the last witch hunt.”

Y/N got up from the bed, pacing the room trying to think of the best way to deal with this new situation. She stopped in her tracks after a few seconds before heading to the door.

“Alright, I’m going to wake up Sam and we’re going to figure out what’s happening.”

“Y/N –”

She turned around at the sound of her name, trying to pretend she was keeping it cool but his next words made her waver.

“Yeah?”

“I feel like I’m already slipping.”

Dean stood still staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. His wrists and ankles were still secured to the bed, and yet he could feel Sam’s presence next to him, but he hadn’t had the strength to do much more than stare at the wall and think of her.

How could people think she was a lie?

Something is mind created?

Something not real?

She felt so real to him.

Even now, watching a damn wall, he could remember every single detail of her, from the sound of her voice to the colors of her eyes or the dimples on her cheeks. He could still remember how it felt to kiss her and be kissed by her, the softness of her skin under his hands, the weight of her body pressed against his, her warmth welcoming him.

And her smile – oh, that damn smile of hers.

He could still remember the way she made him feel every time he laid between her arms. She made him feel wanted.

So, how could all of that have been just a trick of his mind?

“She cannot be just a dream –”

Sam shifted in his seat at the sound of his brother's voice. For a minute he got really scared there, so he spent the last hour watching over him, just in case. He moved forward just a bit, being careful to not startle him.

“Tell me about her.”

At that question Dean’s lips curved upwards before his eyes went in search of his little brother, finding him right where he had left him.

“Y/N is – she is smart, like really smart. And loyal, one hell of a hunter, and a real pain in my ass sometimes.”

Sam chuckled at that, making Dean smile too.

“She’s also the kindest person I’ve ever known.”

“How did you two meet?”

“You know that story, Sam. You were there.”

Sam smiled sadly, nodding his head in approval. Of course, he was there, he should have known. It warmed Sam’s heart to know that he was in every one of Dean’s stories, even though they didn’t really spend that much time together anymore. So, it made sense for him to be there too. Sam patted Dean’s knees, trying to play along if that meant he could have his brother back for five more minutes.

“Yeah, I know, but I want to hear it anyway.”

“It was during a hunt. Bobby sent her as a backup, and I might have tried some of my moves on her once the job was done.”

“Did they work?”

“Hell no!”

They ended up laughing at that, with Sam studying Dean’s face who seemed to be lost miles away from where they were.

“So, how did you two end up together?”

Dean went back to stare at the ceiling, hoping he could see her again between all that white.

“It’s stupid.”

Sam smiled, thinking that surely couldn’t have been more stupid than talking with his brother about an imaginary girl. At that point, stupid was overestimated.

“I’ll decide that.”

“She held my hand when I was at my worst, and she never did let go ever since then.”

Y/N and Sam were looking for an explanation for what was happening to Dean, but they were going blind, which made everything even harder.

She rubbed her heavy eyes, feeling the tiredness catching up with her. Sighing she closed the tenth book of the last hours before getting up.

“I’m going to check on Dean.” She announced Sam, who simply nodded his head without stopping to read the page ha was focusing on. She couldn’t really blame him. They were running out of time, and of books for that matter.

She walked along the corridor until she reached Dean’s room. He was where she left him a few hours prior, on his lap a bunch of photos. Y/N closed the door behind her, leaning against it.

“None of the things that happened here had happened there, except for mom. That happened there too, and I think it was the first crack in my – in his mind. Then Sam went away, and I think he just – he just let go.”

Dean trailed off, gazing at one of the pictures he had in his hand while Y/N remained silent, not sure what to say to make him feel better, which hurt her more than she was ready to admit.

“Dad is still alive, and so does Jessica. Sam is close to becoming a lawyer. Cass apparently is my doctor and Benny’s one of the nurses at the hospital. The only one who’s nice enough.”

“So, no demons or angels, or any kind of monsters?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“And every person you’ve met here is there too?”

Dean sighed, putting aside the photos he was still holding.

“Everyone, but one –”

Y/N frowned, tilting her head to the side like that would have helped her to understand better. They stared at each other for a few seconds when finally she understood.

“Everyone but me.”

Dean nodded, watching her lowering her gaze to try to hide her teary eyes from him like she always did.

“Didn’t I tell you that you’ll be lost without me?”

She looked up at him then, trying to joke about it even though her smile didn’t reach her eyes, not really anyway.

“Yeah – yeah, you did tell me that.”

Dean whispered, a lopsided smile on his lips. He cleared his throat, turning to his nightstand to watch the picture of the two of them together.

“He’s scared. The other me, I mean.”

“Why is that?”

“He’s afraid to lose you.”

“But you said –”

“According to the doctors, he created this whole world in his head where he takes shelter from reality. The world looks a lot like my life, and he really believes that that’s real, which is why dad – John – I mean, his dad took him to the hospital in the first place.”

Y/N walked the few steps dividing them, going to sit on the edge of the bed.

“So, I’m for him what I’m for you, even if I’m not really in that world?”

“You’re real.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, but –”

Dean sighed, throwing his head back against the headboard. She looked at him in silence, watching him gnawn on his bottom lip until he finally spoke again.

“I share his same fear.”

“Dean, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” she said while grabbing his hand that she squeezed to reassure him.

“But I might go to a place where you’re not there, and then what? It’s bad enough to end up chained to a mental hospital bed, but being without you? Hell, no!”

Y/N widened her eyes at his words. Did he just say –? No, she must have heard him wrong.

“You are chained where, now?”

“Not the point.”

Y/N opened her mouth to argue, but then she decided against it. So, instead, she crawled in his lap, lacing her arms around his neck.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

“But what if –”

“I’ll find my way to you then.”

Dean smiled at that, wrapping his arms around her middle dragging her closer and hugging her a bit harder.

“What if the other Sam is right and all of this isn’t real? What if you’re no – you’re not –”

Dean’s voice died down while his eyes filled with warm, fat tears. Y/N’s heart shattered under the weight of his words, so she let her hands travel along his arms first, then his shoulders to finally reach his face. She cupped his cheeks with her hands, grazing his skin with his thumbs.

“Can you feel this?”

Dean nodded, which was enough for her to keep going. She let her lips wander to his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, and then his mouth.

“And this?”

“Yeah.”

He rasped out, letting their breaths mingle together until she deepened the kiss. Dean kissed her back, granting her access and letting their tongues graze together. Y/N let her hands travel under his shirt, pushing it back bit by bit. Dean took the hint and helped her remove the piece of clothing.

Y/N let go of him just long enough to get rid of her shirt. She grabbed his hands then, guiding them towards her naked skin. Dean put them on her hips and slowly let them travel up her body along her ribcage.

“I can feel your warmth under my fingers.”

His hand traveled up some more, reaching her covered breasts that he gently squeezed. Y/N unhooked her bra, letting it fall between their laps before feeling his hands on her again.

“Let me show you how real I’m.”

They were all gathered in his room with Doctor Novak trying to explain to them – to him – what was going to happen. He wanted Dean to get rid of his other world like it meant nothing. And maybe for the doctor it didn’t but for Dean...

According to Doctor Novak, they had to increase the dosage of Dean’s medicine, promising that once they started to work, he would be able to go back home.

Dean, though, stopped to listen to him after a few words, knowing that speech by heart. He glanced at his dad a few times before deciding to focus on Sam instead.

Was that hope in his eyes?

Dean felt a lump in his throat while he grabbed Sam’s hand in his. Sam squeezed it back, glancing up to his brother with a weak smile on his lips.

“Come here –”

Sam saw Dean pleading him with his eyes, so he scooted closer, sitting on the edge of the small bed.

“I’m so proud of you Sam. Do you know that? So damn smart – you’re stronger than me, you always have been.”

“Dean –”

“I – I can try to accept not being right in my head –”

“Dean, please.”

“No, no, listen. I can come to terms with the fact that all the things I thought I lived and felt, the monsters, the people I’ve met, were just a trick of my mind, but I can’t – I can’t survive at the mere thought of her not being real.”

“Don’t leave me – I can’t do it alone.”

Everything around them felt silent, while the eyes of the other people in the room focused on the two of them, John and doctor Novak sharing a worried look.

“Dean?”

“Sam, what’s going on, son?”

The brothers simply ignored the two other men too focused on their own conversation.

“Yes, you can.”

“Well, I don’t want to.”

“Hey, I’m not leaving you. I’ll be right here, and you can come to visit me every time you want. I’ll be here listening to you. No, I can’t promise to answer you back, but I’ll hear you no matter what, alright?”

Sam nodded his head while his eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t be sad. I’m just not cut out for this world, but you – oh you – you’ll do great. So, go live for me too, yeah?”

“Tell her to take care of you for me, would you?”

Dean’s teary eyes lit up at Sam’s words while a smile crept on his lips. Sam smiled back before he leaned forward to hug him. Dean hugged him back even tighter, while the tears fell down both their cheeks.

“I love you so much. My baby brother.”

And little bit by little bit, Dean’s mind faded away.

The last few days had weight on all of them, but thankfully Sam has managed to find a solution with a little help from Rowena. After that, they all went back to their lives with a sigh of relief for avoiding finding out what would have happened otherwise.

Dean’s nightmares had stopped altogether after Rowena’s spell, and yet sometimes he could still hear a faint whisper in the distance. Rowena had told him that he could still have some side effects for a few days, so he hadn’t worried much about it and simply moved on.

He was in the kitchen, a few months later grabbing some food, when he heard it again. He turned to Sam, bread in hand and with a raised eyebrow.

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You sure?”

“Uhm – yeah?”

Dean shrugged, going back to prepare his sandwich.

“Weird, for a minute I really thought you had said something to me.”

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Let Me Help

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 18 - "What are you doing here?" "I wanted to see if you were okay."

Pairing: Spike x G!N Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of torture, wounds and blood. Takes place after the episode 'Showtime'.

Word Count: 1.7k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Requested Taglist: @hybrid-omegaverse, @spuffyfan394, @queenofevil696

*This is a mixture of angst, fluff and a bit of whump/comfort **@spuffyfan394 since you asked if I might ever be interested in writing a whump fic for after the episode 'Showtime' with a Spike x Reader; AND I already had a Spike fic planned for this challenge, I thought these prompts would fit perfectly with that, Sooo, SURPRISE! I know there isn’t a lot of whump, but I hope you like it. And also I’m sorry if I am a bit vague in some areas, I used wiki to get the details of this episode/plot :) < this is also why I was being vague when asking where Spike lived after Season 6 lol ***Reader replaces Buffy in this; as in, in spikes dreams/hallucinations it was the reader that kept coming to save him.

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Spike didn’t believe it at first, as you stood in front of him. It happened too many times. The First Evil taking on your form, pretending you were there to save him. But it was never really you. So surely it wouldn’t be you this time. He desperately wished it was, but he no longer had it in him to truly believe it.

All he was now really, was angry. So he stared you down, and with a sneer told you off, not wanting the First to think he’s won again. But as your figure took a step closer, he felt his gut clench. And as you lifted the blade in your hand, he prepared himself for more torture.

As your hand came closer, he watched with surprise as you cut the binds around his wrist. And then as you moved to cut the other, the slack holding him disappeared. And as he began to fall, you caught him.

His arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding himself up, and your arm came around his back to support him. He stared at you in disbelief. Your familiar scent filled his nose as you stared at him with a look of worry as you began to help him walk. “Y/n?” He asked, his voice quite, almost a whisper.

You were unsure of what all happened to him down here, but you mustered a smile and nodded as you continued to help him out of the cave. “It’s me Spike. It’s over now.”

Part of him wondered if this was just another trick. But as you led him out of the cave, and Buffy, tired and a bit bloodied, came into view, he knew it was over. And he relished in the relief that washed over him.

- - - - -

You stood outside of the door, unsure of whether you should knock, or turn around and leave. Spike had left so suddenly after you got back to the Summers house, that you had no time to really check on him. So, hoping he came back to the school to hide out, you came to see if he was alright. But, you were afraid he might not want to see you. You twirled the handle of the bag in your hands around. You brought some medical supplies you thought he might want or need as well.

Feeling the worry in your gut was more overwhelming than your nervousness at him being angry with you, you reached out and knocked on the door. Waiting a moment, you knocked again, and this time called out “Spike? Are you in there? It’s Y/n!”

You waited again. Just before you were about to give up, you heard footsteps approaching the door before stopping just on the other side.

“What are you doing here?” His voice came through. It was a bit rough, and you could hear the underlying annoyance, making you ring your hands.

“Uh, well, I-....I wanted to see if you were okay.” You said softly and sincerely. “You left before I could talk to you, so I just...wanted to check. But, if you want me to leave I will...” You took a step back and got ready to leave, but paused when you heard him call out.

“No! Uh, no, I mean.” The door creaked open and you saw him appear. Seeing the bruises and cuts on his face made you frown as he looked at the ground “It’s alright. You don’t need to check on me.”

You bobbed in your place a bit “Are you sure? I uh...brought some medical stuff. Like, bandages, and cleaning cream and stuff, if you needed them…” You trailed off.

Spike couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face as he watched you. You seemed shy, and nervous about helping him. He cleared his throat a bit. “I don’t need the bandages, but...the cleaning solution I’ll take.” You looked up at him and he motioned his head “Come on in.”

You smiled as you followed him, watching him closely as he walked. He was able to move well on his own now, so he must have been healing relatively easily, which you were glad for. As he sat down he looked over at you and reached out for the bag. Quickly opening it, you grabbed the antiseptic cream and took it out, handing it to him.

You sat down as well and watched as he began to apply some of the cream on the deeper cuts. “Uhm, are you okay? I mean...besides being hurt…” You asked cautiously.

Spike avoided making eye contact with you and spoke with a relatively emotionless voice “I’m fine. It wasn’t the first time I’ve been tortured.”

You felt your heart wrench a bit at his admission, but nodded your head. As you saw him trying to put the cream on a wound along his side and back that he couldn’t quite reach, you stood up “Here.” Moving over, you took the cream from his hand, and he looked at you a bit surprised. You met his eyes for a moment as you sat on your knees “You can at least let me help a bit.”

He watched as you began to gently apply the cream onto his side, he couldn’t help but watch your face as you frowned in concentration. Glancing at another wound he had on the back of his shoulder, you began to apply some of the cream there too.

You seemed so attentive to him, not that it was unusual, you were always kind to him. It’s part of why he fell for you. Perhaps he shouldn’t be so surprised that you helped save him, or that you came to check on him like this. But why? Why do you care about him like this? Could it possibly be because you feel the same?

“Alright. I think I covered all of them.” You said with a small sigh as you closed the bottle, wiping your hands on your pants.

Spike couldn’t get the curiosity out of his head, and felt himself speaking without thinking “Why did you come? Was it just to check on me?”

You met his eyes and for a moment tried to think of some excuse. But remained quiet as you saw the look in his eyes. The unspoken question resting behind them. For a while now, you thought that Spike might have feelings for you, just as you had for him. He was protective, and sweet. He was a friend, but sometimes felt like maybe he could, and wanted to be more. Sometimes his flirting felt less like joking banter than it used to. And now as you saw the way he was staring at you, you think you knew more now.

“I thought it might be obvious by now.” You said, your voice soft, holding a hint of shyness as you set the bottle of cream on the chair beside you.

Spike felt his stomach seem to swell as you said this. If he could breathe, he’d be breathless anyways. And if his heart was beating it would be pounding. For as long as he knew you, there was something that drew him to you. He knew he had fallen for you, but he convinced himself that you would never feel the same. Not for a monster like him.

And now, as he saw the admission and vulnerability cover your face, he felt his own bubbling to the surface. “I saw you.” You looked from your hand and back to his face with a hint of curiosity “The First, he- made himself look like you. Made me think you were there; to save me...He taunted me, because he knew...somehow, he knew that you were my weakness. And... The more I think about it, the more I'm afraid this isn’t real, that it’s all a dream, and I’m still...down there...” He trailed off unsure of how to continue.

He saw surprise cross your face, mixed with guilt that didn’t belong to you. “That’s why you were surprised when I set you free?” You asked softly, and he nodded. Feeling a mix of guilt, anger and sadness about what he said, you suddenly threw yourself forward and wrapped your arms around him. “It’s not a dream Spike. I’m here, for real. I promise.”

Spike was surprised when you did this, but as you rested your head on his shoulder, he felt some of the weariness and pain fade away. You weren’t babying him as though he was a child, you were comforting him, exactly how he needed, and how he wanted. Slowly lifting his arms, he wrapped them around you. Unsure at first, but the more he felt your warmth, he tightened his embrace until he was hugging and holding you against him.

Feeling Spike pull you tighter against him, you were relieved. You knew what he needed, but you were afraid he might shun it. And as he pressed his head into your neck, and his body relaxed just a little, you smiled.

“Y/n?” He suddenly asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

“Yes?”

“Don’t leave...I mean...not just yet”

You felt your heart already rapidly beating heart begin to pound harder. “Actually.” You pulled away from him, though you did not want you. Spike met your eyes, and you saw a bit of anticipation behind his gaze. “I was going to ask you to come with me.” You saw him tilt his head a bit and you continued “I have a spare bedroom...and I don’t think you should stay down here all alone.”

“You’re...asking me to come stay at your house?”

“Yes.” You nodded and smiled a bit.

“And you’d be alright with that?”

“Yes, of course I would be, That's why I’m asking.”

“And I can...stay?” He asked cautiously, wondering if it was only temporary.

You nodded again “Yes, I want you to stay. Will you, I mean, do you want to?”

He nodded. “Yeah….I do.”

You stood up and looked down at him. “Alright, let’s go then.”

As Spike stood up, he continued to stare at you. Grabbing your bag you looked back at him, and using what confidence you could muster, reached down and took his hand in yours. Spike looked down at your interlocked hands as you began to lead him towards the door. As it really struck him that this was happening, he felt a smile stretch across his face. And for the first time in a while, he felt like things were finally getting better, and that he might finally get a little happiness, with you.

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Stay High

Former Spike x GN!Reader

Summary: You lose the man you love and you go downhill fast.

Warnings: Alcohol and drug use, swearing, grief, depression, just a lot of angst

Word Count: 1,043

You walk through the front door and see the Scoobies sitting in the living room.

"Buffy, what are they all doing here?"

"We think you need help" Buffy said.

"You need to cut this out, you're making things worse for everyone around you" Xander snapped.

"Xander! We agreed to be gentle about it" Willow reprimanded him.

"We're worried about you, Y/n" Giles told you.

You get overwhelmed by everyone staring at you and you lash out.

"You have no idea what it's like!" You cried out "You don't have to live with it everyday!"

"You think it doesn't hurt for me? You think I don't miss him?" Buffy responded.

"You don't have to live with the guilt"

"I feel guilty, we all do"

"I don't" Xander muttered and Willow slapped his arm.

"You shouldn't feel solely responsible for what happened" Buffy said.

"Of course I feel responsible! We loved each other and I let him down!"

"I-I didn't know you loved him" Giles utters, trying not to upset you anymore.

"I do. I did"

"He wouldn't want this for you"

"How dare you stand there and tell me what he'd want? You didn't know him half as well as I did!"

"Y/n, calm down"

"How can you tell me to calm down?! Spike is dead! And I have to get high just to keep my mind off it, I have to spend everyday in a haze to forget what I let happen! I think about him all the time, getting high is the only break I have and that's starting not to work anymore!"

"Y/n" Giles said softly.

"I'm done with this" you stormed out, up the stairs and to your room.

"Y/n, you're not getting out of this!" Buffy called out.

You rifled through your drawers trying to find anything but coming up empty handed.

"Looking for these?" Anya said, holding up a bag of pills.

"Anya, would you just give them to me?"

"Nope, you're not getting these back, you have a problem"

You turn around anxiously and run your hand through your hair and over your face.

"Anya, I really need some, please"

"No"

You are detoxing and you can't handle it, you run at Anya and snatch the bag out of her hands. You run down the hallway and out the door before she can catch you. You make your way down the dangerous streets of Sunnydale at night, popping pills along the way. You go to the Bronze since you know you can score there. You walk through the door looking terrible and head for your dealer.

"Whoa Y/n, you look like shit!"

"Yeah, I know Ricky. Now do you have anything or not?"

"Always got something for my favourite customer"

He hands you four different coloured pills and you down them all in one go.

"Hey, that's too much you shouldn't take more than one of those an hour or you'll get really messed up"

"That's what I want, Ricky"

"You could die"

"Good"

You go over to the bar and get half a dozen mixed shots and drinks. You do all the shots at once and start chugging the drinks. All you want to do is get away, get away from the people, the town, your feelings, everything. You go back to the dance floor where you see some friends.

"Hey Y/n! Got anything good?"

Your head starts to spin a little and you trip and fall into someone's arms.

"Hey, you okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine"

"You don't look fine. Why don't you sit down?"

You decide to take him up on his offer and sit with him while you try and ride out your high a bit. He starts tracing your inner thigh with his fingers.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Sh, sh, sh, just relax, baby"

Before you know it he's on top of you and you're making out. You don't really know what's happening, spots start to cloud your vision. You feel his lips go lower and his fingers go higher. Suddenly you feel him get ripped away and you stare up to see Spike.

"Get up, we're going home"

You try to sit up but you can't even manage that. Spike picks you up and carries you out the door and into his car.

"You know you're an idiot. You should have told me, I would have helped you before you got to this"

"I didn't think I could tell you"

"Why not?"

"I thought you'd tell the others or end up hating me"

"You know I'd never do that"

"Do now"

You get back to his place and he helps you to his room and lies you down in his bed.

"Please don't leave me"

"I won't, pet"

He gets into the bed with you and just holds you for the next few hours, stroking your hair and telling you everything is going to be okay and for the first time since he died you thought it might be.

You wake up in a strange bed hours later, you sat up, very confused before you saw Angel walk in.

"Hey, you feeling any better?"

"What happened?"

"Giles called me, he said they couldn't do anything to help you and he thought I might be able to do something. I went to the Bronze and threw some pig off of you before I brought you back here"

"Where is here?"

"A motel room, just outside of town"

"Spike wasn't there, was he?"

Angel looked at you with a terrible sadness in his eyes. He may have hated Spike but you loved him and he could see the pain in your heart, he remembered what it was like to lose people and he wished you didn't have to go through that.

"No, Y/n, Spike died weeks ago"

"I-I know I just thought he was there"

"Sorry, just me"

"You drove all the way from LA for me?"

"Of course I did, you're my best friend"

Tears start to pour from your eyes and you collapse into Angel's arms. He holds you as you sob, he'll hold you for as long as it takes.

"A-Angel, I can't stay here"

"I know, we can go back to LA whenever you're ready"

"Thank you"

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Broken ego, bruised heart

Part one

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: some of you asked for a second part to “heart-shaped bruise” and here it is! Not sure if you wanted something more resolved but this is where it went !!

Warning: more angst

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You stared out of the window, you were exhausted. You barely moved from this spot and yet every night you collapsed into bed as if you had run a marathon. Your emotions pained you. Your heart ached to see his face, even a glimpse. You knew you wouldn’t feel so bad if only you could see his stupid beautiful face.

Maybe you could pretend again, just forget what you had said. You could ignore it. Push it down. Fantasise about it in private and be his friend again. Because at least then, you could have even a small part of him. You wouldn’t lose so much in such a short space of time.

You had been avoiding Spike. And Buffy, for that matter. You loved Buffy to death and she was a close friend but you couldn’t face her. Not after everything you had admitted to Spike. You hated them, hated that they were together. Were waging this war against you. Your feelings. And yet you still couldn’t help but hold that fondness. 

All you did was stare into the bleak night. You barely woke in the day anymore. Your longing kept you up as nocturnal as your love. 

No, not your love. Spike. His name’s Spike.

God, why was this so hard? Why did even his name conjure up wild thoughts of awe and suggestion?

You kept your distance because you had to. You would drive yourself crazy having to hear him speak about how much he loved her. How much he liked you. Would have kissed you if you had agreed to it. 

Oh, why hadn’t you agreed? It was all you ever thought of. His lips on yours. A kiss that would show him just how much you felt. The unending pool of longing that you had been wading through since your first meeting.

Because you wanted love. The kind movies spoke about. Books told you about. Sweeping, unending, monogamous love. You wanted eternal adoration. Unending affection. And you couldn’t escape it. You longed for it. Ached for that feeling almost as much as you ached for the man himself.

He just wanted you back. He adored you. It had started to unravel upon your admittance. But now it was freely taking up ever spare part of him. The parts that weren’t already filled by her, of course.

You went on a walk. To clear your head. But you soon realised that your thoughts travelled with you. And without even looking up you had walked there. To his crypt. To him. You started to back up, walk away but he had sensed you. Couldn’t miss this chance to see you, even if it was a glimpse.

He saw you, his chest rose at the mere sight of you. His love for you had been growing, finally blooming with the light that you brought back into his life.

“Don’t go” he whispered but you heard it. As if he had said it in your ear. Because you so wanted to hear it.

You turned around and followed him into the crypt. But stayed mostly near the door, as if you were about to up and leave again.

“I’m not sure if I should be here” You admitted, half-turning to leave.

“You can’t keep doing this, love- uh, y/n” His voice made you pause, rooted to the spot.

He said your name. He said your name and your spirits lifted. To have your name on his tongue. For him to taste every letter of it. For him to speak it. To lower himself to say your name. To want to share the sound with your ears. You so wanted to do as he willed. If you didn’t think, didn’t stop yourself, you would slowly begin to gravitate towards him. A moth to a flame or some other cautionary metaphor about getting burnt in this way.

“Don’t walk away, please? Not again, damned near broke my ego last time” He said this when you didn’t reply. He had missed your voice so badly.

“Yeah? Well you bruised my heart, Spike. It’s... black and blue” you sighed, trying not to consider that even the way you mixed your metaphors meant you were destined for each other.

“Let me fix it? I’m here, right here - now. For you”

“Tell me you love me?” You whispered, eyes cast to the floor.

“I love you” 

Those words. Your heart stopped. He truly said it. Meant it too. 

And you saw that look in his eyes, the one you had imagined him giving you. The way they shone in the dim light. The way he looked at the ground after because he could barely maintain eye contact. Because it meant so much to him. You had imagined him looking at you this way, you could even now faintly hear the music that you had composed for this very moment.

This look held so much promise. Your heart began to soar again. He was looking at you that way. The way-

The-

The way he looked at... her. Buffy. 

This thought pulled you back down to Earth from the heaven you had been ascending to.

“Tell me you love me more than her”

Silence. He couldn’t. He couldn’t ever tell you that. He looked at the ground, wishing that this love was enough. That the fact he did hold you in such reverence, wished to spend his time and thoughts on you was enough. That he loved you as much as Buffy.

He didn’t want to lose you. Wanted you just the same. Couldn’t choose between you and yet if he could, to ease the bruising from your chest he would. If he could make Buffy hurt less when she was with him, he would.

He shook his head, eyes threatening to stream with emotion that he couldn’t properly decipher. And if he did begin to speak those thoughts aloud he may only upset you further. He never wanted to see you upset. He never wanted to see your face twisted into such unfathomable sorrow. The way it was now.

You shone. In his eyes, you glowed with an ethereal quality he couldn’t begin to describe. Nothing he could write would ever compare to you. How he felt about you.

He adored you. Wanted you with him. Your personality complimented his so beautifully. You made him look forward to seeing you. The way you could light up a room. Your good nature. That small ember of affection had only grown stronger with the time you spent apart.

But he couldn’t convey this to you. Not before you saw it.

You looked at him, at the furrow of his brow. At the way his face had softened and threatened to spill those hopeless buckets of salt he had told you about before. 

You saw it. Saw him as he was. Suddenly. It hit you like a punch to the face. Violent but needed. 

Snapped you out of something you had long been trapped by. You saw without the pretty metaphors or the way that your infatuation had coloured him to your liking. A paint by numbers that had you dizzy. A poster of his face you kept in your head, that you could kiss before bed each night.

You shook your head at his words, seeing him. Maybe truly seeing him for the first time. Just as a man. Not this statue-esque beauty that you couldn’t touch less you tainted him. He was trying. He was never perfect and you had loved him then. You had craved perfection where there hadn’t been any to begin with. He was flawed, but no less loveable even now you were seeing him properly.

To have even a small part of him, to kiss him the way he had offered. Would it really matter that she had done the same? That her heart lived with his too?

There were two sides of a locket, perhaps you shared half each. Split down the middle and encased. For him. You looked up, almost saying that it didn’t matter anymore. That you could live with it if it meant you could be with him. Spend your time with him again. That a whirlwind romance was never going to be realistic. That hopeless romantic notions should have been burnt to cinders years before this aching tryst. Maybe, you could have him that way. Maybe just being with him, sharing a connection was enough.

But then you saw her in the doorway, she had come to find him. A stolen moment that was supposed to be theirs and here you were in their way. In the way of their love.

You knew now that would only ever taste her on his lips. The poisoned touch of a love that he could so easily cast you for. The poison that you would have drunk yourself even a month ago just to be in his presence. You would have done anything just to be with him. Even if it meant that your dying breaths would be his.

But seeing her there confirmed it. That he was just a man. She, a woman. You someone that could have easily been one of them. Were one of them. They didn’t seek to harm in this place. It was just the way that the cards had been dealt.

They weren’t waging a war against your heart - they weren’t even trying to wage one against each other. You nodded, smiling through your tears. They were freely falling now. Mournful and real. Perhaps the most reality you had tasted in a long time. Your damp face now getting cold as you walked towards the fresh air. You nodded at Buffy as you left. 

You wouldn’t do this again. You wouldn’t look back this time. Wouldn’t slip.

[idabbleincrazy]

Part of the Team

Spike x Fem!Reader, minor angst, fluff, 484 words Rated: T Ao3

~~~~~~

“Is that what’s happening?” Spike looked up at you, his eyes filling with worry as you chewed your bottom lip. “Luv, answer me. Is it?”

“Yes, okay? Yes.” You threw your hands up in defeat as the others turned to look over at you. “That...thing...we fought tonight, that’s what brought me here. I don’t belong here, Spike. Just like it doesn’t belong here. We kill the demon, and I get sent back to my universe. Timeline...whatever. I don’t even really know which.” 

Spike’s face went paler than you thought possible as he shot up from the couch. He took you by the hand and led you into the dining room, away from the Scoobies prying eyes. His hand cupped your cheek when you tried to look away, your eyes stinging with tears you refused to let slip. 

“Oh, pet. Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was soft, sad. He ran his fingers through your hair and tugged you close, his free hand splaying across the small of your back. You let him hold you like that, your head tucked under his chin, as he spoke again. “Damn it, y/n, you can’t keep stuff like this from me. I could’ve spent the past month tryin’ to find a way to fix this. I don’t want to lose you, luv. I can’t lose you.”

“What choice do we have, Spike?” Your voice was muffled against his shirt but you knew he could hear every word anyway. “We can’t just let that demon keep on killing people, I can’t. I’m not worth that. You’re right, I should’ve told you, and I’m sorry, but I’m telling you now, and...we just have to make the most of the time we have left. Please, don’t spend it mad at me?”

“No, oh no, sweets, ‘m mad at the situation. Not you. Never you.” Spike nudged your chin, urging you to look up at him. “We will find a way to deal with that bastard that’s terrorizing the town, without losing you, too. All of us. You know the others don’t wanna lose you either.”

You nodded, sniffling back a sob, and Spike spared you a tight smile before pressing a brief kiss to your lips. 

“I mean it. You really are a part of this team, luv, no matter where you came from. In fact,” Spike chuckled softly, “given the way Anya and Tara were looking at you earlier when you almost keeled over, Willow, Boy Wonder, ‘n I better all make sure to keep treatin’ our women right. Although, you know I’m always game for a bit of sharin’ if they are, that Anya looks a right bit of a minx.”

“Spike!” You swatted his shoulder with an exasperated chuckle. 

“There, knew I’d get a smile outta ya. Now, come on, let’s start hittin’ those books for a way to save your bacon.”

~~~~

Hope you like this! Sorry it took so long.

[matchesarelit]

Imagine if you will...

Being an old friend of Ambrose's and visiting once his house arrest is lifted with your partner in crime; Spike. Let's just say that jealousy is a witch or rather a warlock.

Angsty p2(not this one) *Fluffy* p2 (this one is better, trust)

The engine of your car roared as Spike sped through the town, not to mention the swerving that the essentially boarded up windows brought about. Had you not lost that bet 10 years prior, you would be driving with the delicate vamp shrouded in a blanket in the passenger seat, instead of being sat with your legs across his thighs. The engine only grew louder as the terrain changed to a dirt road when you began to near the mortuary.

(Imagine the following line in a strong British accent)

"Hey love, we're coming up on it now"

"Do you want to come in for a bit? I'm sure the Spellmans wouldn't mind" Your suggestion was met by a huff of disbelief as Spike shook his head, his hair not budging an inch by the way.

(once again a strong British accent)

"Yeah right, 'Hello Witches may I, a blood-sucking vampire, come into your home?' like they wouldn't try to trap me in everything under that flaming bastard."

Holding back a giggle at his stupid impression of himself, you decided to tease him a little; "Oh come on William I know for a fact what a gentleman you can be. Tell them that they remind you of a summers day and you are in. "

To say you got the reaction you were going for would be an understatement, the usual slight growl or annoyed furrowing of his brow was currently followed by a scrunch of his nose and mutterings under his breath.

Apart from such murmurings and your own giggles, the remainder of the drive was relatively silent. Until that is, you find your body lurching forward, your butt sliding sideways before landing in the footwell as your arms and legs thrash around above you.

Not even pretending to have any sympathy for your position, Spike let out an extremely hearty chuckle which continued on as you attempted to get back on the seat. Muttering "Fucking wanker" under breath you finally managed to claw your way upright, serving the vampire a mighty glare as you moved to exit the car.

You made sure to open the door a little further than was necessary when you stepped out, not enough to let much sun in but enough for the drama queen to yell out a run of curses. Pulling out your bag you kicked the car door shut, but not before calling to him in a sickeningly sweet voice "Thank you for the lift sweetums, oh, parting is such sweet sorrow". This time you were met with the roaring of an engine as he sped off down the road.

"Hell, I had no idea that the swerving was that bad" You stated quietly to yourself as you made your way to the front door. looking up at the house, you could have sworn that you saw some movement in one of the windows, but such strange occurrences are quite normal in such an abnormal place.

You had hardly knocked on the large door before you were pulled into a hug,

"Oh sweetie it has been too long, what is it seventy years now? None the less much too long. Zelds said you mightn't come, cause of, you know, but I knew you would. Oh come, come, would you like some tea, or coffee, or juice, or would you like to put your bags down first?" Had you yourself not been quite the rambler, you might not have caught everything that the shorter Spellman sister had said.

"Of course I came, just some water would be nice, don't need much. And I am fine to hold my bag for now. I'd much rather catch up first."

Taking your hand Hilda led you to the parlour opening the door before stopping abruptly when she saw the group of kids already filling the room.

"Auntie, who is this?" The blonde one at the centre of the space spoke up.

"Never you mind dear, didn't mean to interrupt." Hilda rushed out turning to lead you to the kitchen instead.

"Wait, You look familiar." A raven-haired boy spoke up, standing from the blonde's side to look your way. You cocked a brow in response and he began to speak "Yeah, you are that sorcerer/ess that Blackwood told us about! 'Botanica' and you killed an entire coven down east"

You couldn't help but laugh, the thought of that scrawny nothing, that was always pining for high priest Spellman's job, crazily rattling off stories about you being the big bad to a class of terrified teens, was just too good.

Hearty laughter erupted from behind you, Zelda standing at the threshold, no longer being able to contain her amusement.

"I highly doubt that any sorcerer/ess would be concerned with a small coven," Zelda stated after calming herself.

"Come along dearie, let's get you that water," Hilda suggested as she guided you and her sister out of the room.

Sitting at the worn table with the Spellman sisters, hours passed and water turned to cocktails and wine. There was so much that happened in seventy-odd years and hence there was a lot to catch up on. You learnt that the blonde from the parlour was baby Sabrina, along with her warlock boyfriend (the raven-haired boy) and her 'human' friends.

Hilda spoke up once more; "We've missed having you around the house, but I must say the chaos that Sabrina causes, does keep us on our toes the same way you and Ambrose used to."

Your breath caught in your throat, you opened and closed your mouth several times, but never spoke as there seemed to be no words for the pain that memories of him caused.

Zelda seemed to notice the tension that surrounded the idea of ambrose and your friendship. So, she quickly worked to change the subject. "So who dropped you off, they made quite a cacophony."

Releasing a humoured breath, you spoke, not unaware of the group who had entered the room. "That's Spike, he's my 'partner in crime' of sorts. We met when I was made to assist a prophesied reformed demon. He's a vampire and a bitch, but he is my best mate."

Despite knowing that it was none of the business the group seemed to struggle to keep quiet, mutterings of 'vampires are real?' and 'Reformed demon'.

You simply turned your chair and answered, "Yes they are, and yes she is and before you ask yes I work with prophecies." You paused standing and leaning back against a counter. "Speaking of which, do any of you know a Rozalind or a Theodore? I have things to tell them."

A boy stepped forward pulling a girl behind him and stated simply, "That's us."

"Well, how convenient, Do you want to talk now or later? There isn't any rush. I just thought while I was in town I would give you a heads up."

The boy who stood by Rozalind spoke up fast, "Roz, don't you need to get home? same for you Theo?"

Ahh, you thought, as Sabrina walked the three 'humans' out, the insecure ways of a non-powered boyfriend. Sadly you have been there before.

From there the night passed fast, Sabrina and her boyfriend, Nick, had gone off to school. Hilda had shown you to the spare room, merely a formality as this house is essentially your second home, or at least it was.

You knew his room was just on the other side of the wall, yet the friendship you too had had was so far away. Recalling the yelling, the fighting and the screaming that left you hoarse for weeks, was enough to make tears burn down your cheeks. But worst of all was the last thing he ever said to you when you begged him to call off the attack on The Vatican,

"I am working for a cause that means something to me, stop crying can't you see that you are meaningless to me, stop trying to earn pity."

On a normal day, this would have made you angry but on a day where you knew you would lose your closest friend and your only love, Every part of your heart was already weak, you thought this would crush you. Soon you found that it had instead shrivelled your heart beyond recognition.

Literally, the shock and pain had stopped your 'blood' flow still and after time it had become shrunken and wrinkled, like a prune. Knowing this, the act of ripping it out was made simple, and much less messy. Afterwards, the act of clearing out the pipes so to speak had been done with a snap of your fingers.

That was probably what made you and Spike such compatible partners, both bloodless 'heartless' beings. That is, if someone doesn't know the both of you for the softies you are underneath.

When recounting this story over the years you had always left out the last thing you said to him, whether it was on purpose or a result of embarrassment induced repression.

"PITY? YOU THINK I WANT YOUR PITY? I KNEW YOU WERE FUCKING DUMB WHEN YOU TOLD ME THIS PLAN, BUT FUCK! I LOVE YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT, AS A FRIEND AND AS A PERSON WHO ALL BUT WORSHIPS THE GROUND YOU WALK ON AS WELL AS THE MIND AND SOUL YOU TRY SO HARD TO HIDE"

Recoiling at the memory you push yourself up off of the bed, a new fire building behind your eyes.

You had come here to visit the women you considered family.

You weren't going to exist on edge for your whole stay.

You didn't want to have to avoid him either.

You gathered yourself, walking down the hall before striking your knuckles twice on his door. You were met with silence, yet just as you raised your clenched fist to knock again you heard from behind you;

"Hi"

[winifredsandersonsbitch]

“Wallow”

Spike x Summers!Reader, BTVS

Warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of sex, S6 SPOILERS!!!

Description: Out of the five stages of grief, anger is the one that appeals most to the reader. Spike gets the brunt of it during training.

writing fanfics doesn’t feel so appropriate atm, but I wanted to take a break from signing petitions/writing letters (which I encourage you to do as well) and do something creative for a minute. Posting in case anyone else is in a similar situation

Training started up again the day after Buffy’s funeral.

It was important to keep moving, now more than ever. Spike didn’t think it was a good idea, but you shut him down every time he tried to bring it up. What you needed was not time or space or love. You needed to be prepared. You were not going to lose another sister. No one else was going to die. The universe had taken more than its due.

“Again,” you panted, and Spike lunged at you. He couldn’t go in with the intent to hurt you or his head would fill with white hot pain, so you were always uncomfortably aware of how much he was holding back, how easily he could take you if he wasn’t. Most times, he still beat you, although he always offered to fix you up after. All in all, he was a patient teacher, better than you deserved. But even he had his limits.

Spike tackled you to the ground, knocking the breath from your lungs, but you recovered quickly and aimed a punch at his face before he could pin down your arms.

Wheeling backwards, he stretched a hand out to his aching jaw, running it over the bruising skin. “Listen, sweetheart, I know my stamina is legendary, but we’ve got to give it a rest.”

“Again.”

This was all there was for you now. Practice and duty and anger. You wondered if this was how it had been for Buffy, near the end.

You woke up every morning with your skin a mottling greenish purple, darkening with time. Everywhere ached. You covered it up with makeup as best as you could for your shifts at the diner, but your coworkers were starting to notice.

No doubt they blamed it on the blond who sometimes came in to sit at the corner booth during your shifts.

Today hurt more than most. Spike had hurt your back the last time he slammed you against the alley wall, complaining that you fought like a rabid animal instead of a person when you tried to bite him to get away.

“Use anything that you have at your disposal.” You spat blood into the gravel. “That was your first rule. Come at me again.”

That was when he threw you across the alley.

It wasn’t the first time you had been tossed around in a fight. But for some reason, this time you couldn’t get up. You hit a pile of crates and struck your abdomen before rolling over onto your back.

You had practiced being thrown before, falling, all of it, but this was different. Today your anger had gotten the best of you. You had only been focusing on hurting him, not on protecting yourself. And now you couldn’t move.

Spike appeared above you, a bone-white face in a field of black night. You wheezed, trying to take in air that wouldn’t come.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to throw you so hard. Can you sit up?”

“Something cracked,” you said, and Spike reached out for you, then yanked his hand back like he was afraid he’d hurt you more by touching you. Then he covered the side of your waist with either hand, trying to relocate the pressure that would come with hauling you up to his body instead of yours.

“Here, I’m going to help you up, we’re going to take you to the hospital. I’ll call the others. We’ll— What the hell are you— Stay down, woman!”

You put your hand flat on the crate nearest to you and hauled yourself to your feet. Then you put your fists up, your knuckles bloody from where the scabs had split.

“We—don’t—stop,” you puffed, each word more difficult to get out than the last. “A real fight doesn’t— stop— for anything.”

“This isn’t a real fight,” he reminded you. He reached out and you ducked under his arm, a lightning strike of pain shooting up your side where the bone had fractured. But you came out on the other side, planting your feet.

“It’s real. You’re a vampire.” You needed him to be as worked up as you were, so you pushed this button deliberately. “I’m the new Slayer.”

“You’re not—”

“I am.” You were taking shallow breaths now, trying to stay steady. “She’s gone and I’m here. Someone has to take over.”

“There’s already a new Slayer out there, you don’t have to—”

“I promised my mom I would take care of her. And if I couldn’t do that, then I’ll make damn sure I take care of Sunnydale. Now fight me.”

With one swift move, he had your wrists pinned behind your back, making your ribs groan.

Jesus Christ.

“You can handle it,” Spike said, reading your mind. “Don’t think I’m going easy on you. Not when you seem to like the pain so well.”

You weren’t strong enough to shake him off. Months of this, of trying to train your body to do better, and you still didn’t possess a fraction of what Buffy had.

“Why don’t you tell me what this is about, love?”

He bent his neck over your shoulder like he was playing the part of the loving boyfriend getting ready to place a kiss on your cheek, maybe hold you from behind like he was helping you to line up a shot in golf.

“I need to get better.”

“You’re killing yourself.”

“No.” You almost broke your wrists pulling out of his grip and he had to steady you before you fell back. He placed a hand on middle of your ribcage where the skin was beginning to swell, wincing. “I wouldn’t do that to Dawn. To any of them. I’m only trying to make it right. Willow will look me over when we’re done.”

Spike shook his head. “I know this is how you deal with grief from your mum, but this is ridiculous.”

“This is nothing like that.”

“No?”

You picked your jacket up off the ground, shaking it out. You got hot during training, but you were freezing now.

“No.”

He followed you out of the alley doggedly, his thunderous footsteps right behind your own. Across the street, down the sidewalk, and into your car. He climbed in before you could lock the doors. Sitting down made the pain in your ribs flare, but you filed that away under Things to Deal with Later.

“Tell me.”

“It’s just different.” He continued to watch you steadily. Stealthily. Hungrily. You reached to start the car, but he stilled your hand. You slapped his away.

“Why do you care? Do you really have so few other friends that you have to follow me around like a lost puppy? Get out, Spike.”

“You know why.”

You did. He told you before, before Buffy took the high dive, but you had ignored him. Even when he offered to kill Drusilla for you, even when he almost got himself killed by Glory to save Dawn. You believed he felt something. Lust, a proximity to danger. Something to make his immortal life more interesting. But as you had told him before, that wasn’t the same as love.

“Get out.”

“I care about you,” he said through clenched teeth. “For the last year, I’ve only tried to do right by you. You say that you don’t want to play the part of the broken girl, but here you are. I should nominate you for a bloody Oscar.”

“Just because I don’t want to fuck you doesn’t mean that—”

Spike almost broke off the handle as he slammed open the car door, his jaw tight.

“Don’t come crying to me when no one else is willing to stomach your bullshit.”

You stewed in the car for all of two minutes, smacking the horn and screaming at the top of your lungs, before you calmed down enough to think things over.

You were miserable.

Mostly because of Buffy’s death, but also because you were tired of trying to fill her shoes. You couldn’t come up with that many puns in combat or put slaying ahead of everything else. You couldn’t lock down your feelings in order to get the job done. You couldn’t even be honest with the people you loved about how you felt.

You fully considered letting Spike walk out of your life and never come back. You probably would have, too. If he hadn’t been right. If he hadn’t found a way to get you the money you needed after your mother’s death. If he hadn’t volunteered to watch Dawn, to do extra research, even to make dinner one night when you were feeling especially out of it. He almost burned the house down, but he had tried.

You had lashed out at him more times than you could count, and he always took it with a steadiness that kept you grounded when it counted. And now, when he finally bit back, it was because you had suggested that all he wanted from you was sex.

You rolled out of your seat, locked up the car, and tucked the keys in your pocket, swiveling blindly. Where had he gone? Back to the crypt? To the alley? You saw a flicker of black disappear around the corner and followed.

You caught a glimpse of Spike ducking into a decrepit all-night bar. Tugged your jacket tighter around yourself. Prayed that no one would recognize you. Stepped inside.

It was the seedy kind of monster venue that only he could like. Demons leered at you from behind tables marked with blood and vampires ordered drinks at the scuffed bar top. Spike was ordering a Bloody Mary when you sat down next to him. The stool creaked beneath your weight, but he didn’t so much as look at you. The bartender glared at you disapprovingly but let you be. To soften him up, you ordered your own drink, although you didn’t know if you’d be able to take a single sip. The place didn’t look very sanitary.

“I know when I’m wrong,” you said to the glasses behind the bar. “I’m not trying to put up walls. But I don’t want anyone taking care of me. I don’t like to be treated like I’m fragile.”

That wasn’t true. You remembered that one night after your shift when all you had wanted was to be babied. To have someone else take the load for you. But that was before and this was now.

Spike stayed silent. You cleared your throat. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to dangle anything in front of you. When I suggested we train together, I wasn’t leading you on. Or I didn’t mean to be leading you on. It’s just different being around you than the others.”

You could practically hear crickets chirp in here. The bartender dropped off your drinks and Spike took a long sip. Like you didn’t even exist.

“I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”

You were conscious of sounding like every annoying movie protagonist ever.

“Not that we have anything, only—we’re friends, aren’t we? I don’t want the only reason for you hanging out with me to be that you’re waiting for the day you can get in my pants. So I ignore it, like it’ll make it go away,” you babbled. Demons were giving you disgusted glances now, but you rushed on. “And I meant what I said, about how this isn’t like when my mom died. I always knew that any one of us could meet something we couldn’t come back from. I had a plan then. I saved and I learned how to do taxes and I made sure Dawn got to school. But now when the money’s almost run out and we’ve been through two funerals, I can’t—I can’t do this. Any of it. And if you’re only in this for the chase and I give in, that means I have one less person on my side, and I used to have friends, people I trusted, but then life started revolving around Buffy like she was the sun and now— Now she’s gone. And I don’t want anyone to love me ever again, I only want to know that I can take care of myself in the absence of love. I only want to know that I can take care of who’s left.”

He still wasn’t looking at you. And whose fault was that? You had burned your last bridge to the one person left in your life who had known you and cared about you more than Buffy. Who was more concerned with your life than her death. Wasn’t that awful of you? To have ever wanted that?

“I’m sorry,” you said again. You left the money for your drink and stood up. “I thought you should know.”

God, your ribs fucking hurt. You applied pressure to the swelling like you were holding in your internal organs as you dragged your feet to the front door. Then you heard one of the barstools squeal as Spike spun in a full rotation, casual as the devil.

He finished his drink and stood, meeting your eyes for the first time and prying the keys from your hand.

“Come on then. I’ll drive you home.”

[kittenofdoomage]

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You had sexy intentions… they don’t quite pan out (Sam Winchester x fem!reader - 1267 words - fluff/smut)

Friendly Competition (Oneshot)

The Boys/SPN Crossover. Set pre-S1 of The Boys and inspired by the recent posters for S4. AU where John hunts rogue supes. When recruited for a case, he meets Y/N and her on-off lover, and a night of celebratory drinking turns dirty (John Winchester x fem!reader x Billy Butcher - 4337 words - smut)

Six Thousand Miles (And A Whole Ton Of Questions) (Oneshot)

What are the chances of seeing him again, six thousand miles from home and fifteen years since she last laid eyes on him? Probably less likely than being stalked by a werewolf (Sam Winchester x fem!reader - 6339 words - fluff/angst/smut)

Can't Let It Lie (Oneshot)

An attempt to comfort you takes an unexpected direction (Dean Winchester x fem!reader x Sam Winchester - 2382 words - smut/fluff)

Coincidental Wishes (Oneshot)

Wishing wells aren’t actually real though, right? (Bucky Barnes x fem!plus size!reader, alternate!Bucky x fem!plus size!reader - 4802 words - fluff/angst/smut)

Promise Kept (Oneshot)

Sequel to “In A Dive Bar” set eighteen months later. She’s tried to move on, but he’s still in her head (Spike x fem!Slayer!reader - 1856 words - angst/fluff/smut)

Waiting Up (Oneshot)

He always seems to know exactly what you want (Billy Butcher x fem!reader - 2019 words - smut)

Detour Into Destiny (Oneshot)

She’s been dreading this wedding for months. Maybe fate can lend a hand (Alpha!Sam Winchester x fem!Omega!reader x Alpha!Dean Winchester - 8735 words - A/B/O/fluff/angst/smut)

Just A Taste (Oneshot)

Your guilty little pleasure is rumbled, but it doesn’t turn out as badly as you expect (Sam Winchester x fem!reader - 3035 words - fluff/smut)

A Little While Longer (Oneshot)

She is more than ready to make the change, but he’s reluctant to give her what she wants (Vampire!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - 1752 words - fluff/smut)

Starved (Oneshot)

She’s feeling much better, there’s just one thing she needs… (Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader - 1492 words - fluff/smut)

Doppelganger (Oneshot)

You take a break from constant work to remind yourself what you’re fighting for, and end up reminding yourself of what you might regret (HunterCorp!Sam Winchester x fem!plus-size!reader - 5098 words - smut/fluff/slight angst)

Take Charge (Oneshot)

You want to try something new, and your Alpha is more than willing to let you (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!fem!reader - 1517 words - smut/A/B/O/fluff)

Haunted (Oneshot)

Set immediately post-Civil War. Bucky can’t leave the Siberian facility without seeing if she’s still there (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - 4655 words - angst/fluff/dark fic/smut)

At The End Of The Line (Oneshot)

You weren’t expecting your trip to be so eventful so soon (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - 2428 words - fluff/smut)

No More Wasting Time (Oneshot)

Sometimes, you just have to go for it (Clark Kent x fem!reader - 4555 words - fluff/smut)

Loaner (Oneshot)

Your car has been in the shop for days… that’s not a bad thing. Not when the mechanic looks like that (Mechanic!Sam Winchester x fem!reader - 3362 words - fluff/smut)

Destiny's Quest (Oneshot)

You strike an unusual bargain, then fulfill it in an unusual way (dragon!John Winchester x fem!reader - 6870 words - fluff/smut)

Silver And Gold (Ongoing Series on Hiatus)

Her quest is to sail halfway around the world, find the Pearl of Creation, and save her sister. But no journey is complete without a little self-discovery. And pirates. (Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester x reader - 25k words and counting)

Halloween Celebration Masterlist*

31 days, 31 fics, a Patreon exclusive (you won't be able to read these anywhere else!). Warnings apply to individual drabbles, characters as voted by Patrons. Patreon Exclusive.

Unbroken (Complete*)

Summary: S.H.I.E.L.D has fallen. Y/N is confronted with a sudden change in her life and no control (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!reader - 15k words) Patreon Exclusive.