#my oc x spike

[mewmewgirl101]

Spike x slayer oc x William. I love how spike was and I’d hopelessl helpless Romantic

William was At a dinner party write a love poem about a girl he liked. when her and her friends make fun of him and his poetry . The girl he likes gave a funny look not liking he likes her she walks away with him to different room saying how he’s beneath her and she doesn’t want him or anything to do with him. ( btw I thought she was demon and the moment she said she she started to reject him I laughed so hard and when i found out i was right i was like I knew it I know she was a demon.) he left party in tears ripping up his poem.

Sosha said drinking her blood red tomatoe soup from blood bag. Saying how board and sad and kinda lony she is cause spike hasn't giving her loving attention in it wasn't fault he got hurt and was weak.) Angelus tells her that not true she has them. asks if she was happy she shook head no say not it the least they don't even Chace her around Darla said all she had to do was was ask. Angelus Suggested if she’s board to find her self and second play mate play mate to prove shes one of them and not just glorified vampire version of pepper pots. spike didn't care as long as the new guy doesn't try and keep sosha for him self a or steal all her attention from him. Sosha said she could pick the wisest bravest most handsome knight in all the land and make him hers forever with a kiss. Seconds later a man bumps into to them saying watch were your going after knocking her down on spikes lap in his wheel chair he let's out a loud oof sound when her butt lands on his lap hard. Darla sailing she could go for that drooling idiot. spike told her could tell it was his carbon copy like an exact replica of past him.She gets very giddy inside knowings what past him was like.

Sosha followed him walks in barn seeing him crying and ripping up paper she couldn’t help but feel sad for him wondering why such a cute guy is crying and and ripping up paper

Willam( sitting on hay tears in eyes and down his cheeks) ( sniffs ripping paper up ) i wish to be alone

Sosha: what brings such a handsome man to tears ( walks closer to him) I see smart handsome man surrounded fools who can’t see his vision his glory.

William( getting flustered )( breathing very nervous) ( swallowed hard ) gets up backs way

Sosh( can’t over how nervous he is starts feeling very very beautiful.never made any guy get nervous before ) your wealth lies her( touches his head) and here ( touches his heart) and in spirit.

He just backed away more getting more nervous and flustered by the second saying his mother is waiting and he should go. Can't believe a beautiful girl like her is talking to him and is being so nice to him or how nice one can be when most have been mean or rude to him or hurt his feelings She remembers this cause spike told her everything she couldn’t believe how those people could be so mean to him when he’s a total sweetheart she once told him he was a total sweetheart once and he choked on his cigarette smoke telling her to take it back. She didn't He knows deep down he's nice but won’t admit to anyone not even her or him self.sees him self as the big bad. Not some wimpy who’s to scared to play cat and mouse with his girlfriend or slayer with them. just for fun or as practice for self defense or just pass time

Sosha: you walk in worlds they can’t even begin to imagine imagination. ( she puts her finger under his chin

William( swallows hard still breathing heavy getting even more nervous)( can only whisper) oh. yes

Sosha( fingers still under his chin) I see something glowing something glistening something effulgent

William( whispers) ellulgent

Sosha: do you want this ( his hand on her heart

William( breathing heavily)( whisper) oh yes god yes

She smirks shows her fangs hisses ( doesn’t have vampire face just fangs and there all ways out) she looks for his soft on his neck he moans from her kissing his neck.She his soft spot and smirks bites hard sinking her fangs in his neck. He yelling ows over and over yells in pain. Soon starts moaning loudly in pleasure shaking breathy laugh. Slides down wall head up she bites harder causing him to moan more the fanged four smirk and Williams pain she lets go walking way saying board now.After he was turned they go to her hide out that night spike and William have the same dream we’re they both got turned soaha dreams about her old friends and new friends.the next afternoon Sosha hears a knocking sound on her door she opens it and leans on door of club house seeing girl who didn't give her an invitation to the dinner party and Anya only let's Anya in from rain saying no more seats available. when William comes over writing in his new poem Book she got him with blue pen with blue tuft on top and pink glitter pen in his pocket coat pocket and book mark. She asked him if this is the girl who was so mean to him. He Frowned and He nods. The girl said they call him William the bloody for his bloody awful poetry.soaha just growls at her wanting to punch her but Anya grabs soahas clenched hand shaking her head. Soaha asking if she was was demon or some thing and giggles it starts raining slowly

The girl then asks if she could come in out of the rain Sosha just looks at her like you really think am that stupid that I would let you in here knowing full well she’ll just laugh and make fun of everything she sees and complain about everything and brag about her self and bring up Time she thought was funny and it really wasn’t and it miserable for everyone and call her friends so they can join it on the teasing. By then it pouring starts laughing again then shuts door and locking it saying bye. she then looks through her costumes for the right oneshe goes to change. She had her pants on. But William walked in on her taking her bra off. What he sees If he could blush his hole face would be red. Faints with a loud manly groan. She runs to him after she’s covered.to see if he’s ok he just groans more. When he the front of her to pick up blood from hospitals blood banks and veterinary clinics she’s about to leave when spike blocks her asking were does she think she’s going in the storm when the sun is still up.she looks over at William snatched poem book from him quick laugh siting up were he can’t retch ignoring his pleas to give it back. She just wants to read it. She starts reading it and asks who there for he tells her there about her telling her to go head laugh cause everyone else does. She jumped down hugs him touched. Gave him book back. He takes it back can’t believe she didn’t laugh or make fun of them.he

Yet her smell, it doth linger, painting pictures in my mind.

Her eyes, balls of honey,

Angels’ harps her laugh.

Oh, lark, grant a sign if crook’d be Cupid’s shaft.

Hark! The lark! Her name it hath spake: “ sosha” it discharges from twixt its wee beak. William

"My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,

midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,

but soft... behold!

A sunlight beam

cutting a swath of glimmering gleam.

My heart expands,

'tis grown a bulge in it,

inspired by your beauty...

effulgent." William

Spike whispered to William that soaha isn’t like the girl who rejected us she’s different she’s nice sweet and loves us she just won’t admit to her self when then she is well be there

Buffy: SOSHA DID YOU TURN THIS GUY ( jesters to William) IN TO A VAMPIRE.

William( he just gave a dreamy nod and said )ya she did (hand on bite mark dreamy sigh) ( slides down wall) and it felt like heaven

Xander: you promised us you wouldn’t do that

Spike intervenes stepping in front of her. saying she had to caused she had to prove her self to Angelus. that she’s one the fanged four but they let her pick who she wanted to or Angelus would have killed her if she didn’t she would be dead now again and she wouldn’t be here cause Angelus would have killed her slowly and painful if she disobeyed his orders or he would’ve burn her club house down. Soaha looks at them if there going to abandon her like her family and other friends did her friends did go head willow Xander and Anya stood by her saying no cause she’s different than other vampires willow sets every thing she needs to give Angelus his soul back sosha sits down holding willow’s hands chanting the spell they hear Angelus and and Darla a soul they hear them yell no. Angelus runs to club house hugs sosha falling to his knees in tears apologizing for everything and begging for forgiveness. Saying he’ll make it up to her.he tells her before he turned to angels he was going to start a helping the helpless agency witch the paranormal saying she get his paychecks.She thinks about it saying he can make it up to her

.spike walks by missing his shirt looking for it sosha sniffs it love sent of cinnamon sticks and his natural musk she hides it behind her back be for spike sees it continues looking makes sure to make his muscles flex. He Hears ding runs to stove gets oven mitts and pulls out chocolate and mm cooks and brownies. You treats I made you are done ( really good baker used to bake for his mom and dru all the time.) puts everything on cooling rack. She gasps can’t believe he baked her treats. She deep breath and blows out slowly tips drink back liquid courage fast it kicks in. telling her self twenty seconds go she walks over to spike and William telling them she loves them with all her heart and hopes they feel the same.spike grabs her cheeks and kisses her hard pulls away saying she’ll never know how much him and William love her.

[lostbluejayart]

[ The hypocrisy of being human .

The constant tug between solitude and company .

The desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all .

Of wanting everything .

And wanting nothing . ]

[miiiraaazh]

gossip, gossip ...

... what are they talking about ?

[cacaocheri]

a bard I drew that my friend and I loooove to use as a discord reaction emoji that I never posted <333

[niteskysx]

strawberry.

bjorn x reader (i tried smth different by putting Reader in the fic instead of yxn so let me know if it looks okay or if it works for you guys 😭)

Summary: One night, she shows up in his room—with intentions he never thought she’d bring to him, acting like the complete opposite of her usual shy, rule-following, goody two-shoes self. He thinks she’s finally dropped the good girl act. Has she?

(if this is a bit long, i apologize. i tried to post it on ao3 but i havent been accepted there yet lol)

Bjorn sat on his bunk, thumbs tapping idly at the controller in his hands, the dim light from the screen casting a glow over his face. His brows furrowed in concentration as he muttered under his breath, completely absorbed in the game.

The door slid open with a soft hiss.

“Unless you’re Tyler with a bottle of booze or an alien here to kill me, get lost,” he grumbled without looking up.

No response. Just soft footsteps.

Bjorn’s fingers paused over the buttons, and he finally looked up, frowning when he saw her standing there.

She was the last person he expected to show up at his bunk. Little-miss-stick-to-the-rules, the one who always looked at him like he was one sarcastic comment away from getting shoved out of an airlock. Her usual stiff posture was gone; instead, she leaned against the wall, lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. The hell? She never smiled like that — not at him.

She didn’t look like herself. Her hair was a little more tousled, her eyes shadowed like she hadn’t slept.

She sat down next to him, close enough that her knee bumped against his. Bjorn blinked.

“Uh… hi?”

Her lips twitched. “Hi.”

Bjorn scowled, setting his controller aside. “Okay, what the hell? Did you get lost on your way to literally anywhere else?”

She tilted her head, gaze flickering to his mouth before meeting his eyes again. “No. I wanted to see you.”

Bjorn’s body stiffened. His brain scrambled for a logical explanation—maybe she hit her head during that last escape, or maybe Tyler had spiked the water rations for fun.

“What do you want?” he muttered, voice low and rough.

“Nothing,” she said simply, her smile deepening. “Just your company.”

Bjorn shifted, suddenly uncomfortable. “Go find company with the others,” he muttered. “You know, the people you actually talk to.”

“But I don’t want them,” she murmured, leaning in slightly. Their knees were completely touching now.

Bjorn narrowed his eyes. “Are you drunk?”

“No.”

“You sure? Because you’re acting weird. Like… you got body-snatched weird.” He forced a smirk. “Should I check for antennae?”

She laughed softly—a different kind of laugh. Low. Smooth. Something about it made his stomach tighten.

“Come on, Bjorn,” she murmured.

His body tensed. “Come on, what?”

She leaned forward just a bit, her breath warm against his ear. “You always push me away,” she whispered. “Why?”

His pulse jumped. He pulled back, eyes searching hers. “Okay, yeah, you’ve either been hitting the ship’s hidden stash or you hit your head.”

She tilted her head, her fingers skimming his arm. “What if I just want to get to know you better?”

Bjorn caught her wrist, gripping it firmly. “What the hell’s the matter with you?” His voice was sharp, but his grip wasn’t.

She only smiled, like she knew something he didn’t. “I don’t know.” Her voice dropped, almost teasing. “Why? Do I seem… different?”

“Yeah.” He let go of her hand, shoving himself upright. “You don’t act like this.”

“Like what?” she asked, stepping even closer. Now she was standing between his legs, looking down at him. He swallowed.

“Flirty,” he said bluntly.

She giggled. Actually giggled. Bjorn swore under his breath. “You hate me, remember?” he muttered. “Think I’m an arrogant prick.”

“Maybe I changed my mind.” Her fingers dragged down his arm, nails scratching lightly over his sleeve.

Bjorn shivered. He should push her away. Instead, he just stared at her. “You’re not like this,” he said again, voice strained. “You’re shy. Quiet.”

“Maybe I’m tired of being shy,” she murmured.

He sucked in a breath as she shifted even closer. He tried to lean back, but his shoulders hit the headboard.

“Maybe I like your attention…” Her breath brushed against his neck, warm and teasing. “And wondering what it would feel like to touch you.”

Bjorn’s brain short-circuited. What the hell was happening?

She was practically in his lap now, her weight pressing against his thighs, her fingers ghosting up the back of his neck. His instincts screamed at him to stop this, to shove her away and demand what the hell had gotten into her.

Instead, his mouth did what it always did when things got weird: it ran with it.

“Well, you know what they say,” Bjorn drawled, letting his gaze flicker to her lips. “Opposites attract.”

She smiled. “You think we’re opposites?”

“Yeah. I’m fun. You’re…” He waved a hand vaguely. “Not.”

She giggled again, a sultry little sound that sent heat curling through his stomach. “Maybe you just don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

Bjorn exhaled sharply, trying to ignore the way her knee pressed into his thigh. “Please. I know you. You’re the one who gives me that disappointed teacher look every time I crack a joke.”

Her fingers toyed with his belt. His muscles twitched under her touch. “Maybe I just enjoy your attention.”

Oh, hell no. Something was definitely wrong. His pulse hammered in his ears.

“What’s with you?” he asked again, voice rough. He caught her wrist before her hand could slide under his shirt. “Seriously.”

Her pupils were blown wide now, black swallowing the color. “I don’t know,” she whispered. Her lips parted. “But don’t you like it?”

Bjorn gave a shaky laugh. “Yeah, well, if you’re trying to seduce me, you might wanna work on the creepy factor.”

She tilted her head. “Is it working?”

Bjorn’s grip on her wrist tightened. “I mean… maybe a little.”

His smirk faltered when she swung one leg over his thighs and fully straddled him. Heat surged through his body. Her weight pressed against him, her nails dragging over the back of his neck—it messed with his head.

“Relax, Bjorn,” she whispered. “You think too much.”

“That’s funny,” he muttered. “Everyone says I don’t think at all.”

Her fingers slid into his hair, tugging his head back slightly. His throat bobbed. Every instinct screamed to stop this, because something about the way she looked at him wasn’t normal.

But then she leaned down and kissed him.

Slow. Deep. Needy.

Bjorn groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he kissed her back. She tasted like metal and danger, like something he shouldn’t want but couldn’t stop craving.

His hands slid up her back, gripping her like he was afraid she’d pull away. The kiss turned messy, desperate. His mind screamed at him to get a grip, to push her away before he did something stupid.

But when her hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer—he was gone.

So, so screwed.

(3  Hours Earlier)

The emergency lights bathed the control room in harsh, red flashes. Alarms blared through the ship’s speakers, a robotic voice repeating: “Containment breach. Sector 5.”

Navarro’s hands flew across the controls. “Shit, shit—come on!” she muttered, her eyes darting between the monitors. One showed Tyler and Bjorn, trapped in the quarantine chamber, weapons raised. The other displayed a writhing mass of translucent, sinewy creatures slithering toward them.

“Navarro, get us the hell out of here!” Tyler’s voice crackled through the comms, his usual bravado laced with panic.

“They’re closin’ in,” the reader said, gripping the back of Navarro’s chair. Her heart hammered in her chest. The creatures' movements were disjointed but fast, their limbs twisting unnaturally as they swarmed toward the two men. “Can’t we override the door?”

“I’m trying!” Navarro’s fingers flew across the keyboard. “They locked it remotely from the lab after the breach.” She paused, brow furrowed. “Wait. There’s a manual override in the maintenance shaft.”

The reader swallowed hard. “I’ll go.”

“You sure? It’s crawling with those things out there.”

The screen showed Bjorn, standing back-to-back with Tyler, swiping his forearm across his sweaty face. His voice crackled over the comms, his accent sharp: “Oi, can we speed this up? Not tryna be anyone’s midnight snack here!”

The reader didn’t answer. She was already sprinting toward the maintenance hatch.

The shaft was barely wide enough to crawl through. The metal walls groaned with each movement. Sweat dripped down her temple as she pushed forward, flashlight clamped between her teeth.

The override panel came into view — a small box marked MANUAL RELEASE. Her hands shook as she flipped it open and punched in the code Navarro had given her.

“Come on… come on…”

From the shadows ahead, something scraped against the metal. The hair on her neck stood on end. Her eyes darted toward the sound. The flashlight caught a flash of pale, rubbery skin skittering across the metal.

She slammed the release lever down.

The alarm shifted to a new tone: “Chamber door disengaged.”

Back in the control room, she stumbled through the door as Tyler and Bjorn burst in behind her.

“Holy fuckin’ hell,” Tyler panted, bending over with his hands on his knees. “That was close.”

Bjorn leaned against the wall, sucking in breaths. His shirt was torn, streaked with dark fluid. “Yeah,” he wheezed. “Remind me to never volunteer for a ‘routine inspection’ again.”

“I bloody hate space,” he muttered.

Hours later, the adrenaline had worn off. The ship was quiet again.

The reader stood in the tiny bathroom, running damp fingers through her hair. Her reflection stared back, eyes shadowed with exhaustion. She turned her head to the side, inspecting a scrape on her cheek from the maintenance shaft.

That’s when she felt it: a faint tickle along the shell of her ear.

She frowned, reaching up. Her fingertips brushed against something cold and slick.

It moved.

She jerked her hand away, heart slamming in her chest. Another tickle — deeper now, just inside her ear canal. Her breath hitched. She grabbed the edge of the sink, eyes wide with horror.

Sudden pressure built behind her eardrum. Her vision blurred. Then, as quickly as it came, the sensation disappeared.

Her pulse slowed.

Maybe she imagined it. Maybe it was just leftover nerves from the mission.

She forced a shaky breath and turned off the faucet.

Behind her, in the mirror’s reflection, her pupils dilated unnaturally. Just for a second.

And then... black.

———————————————————————————

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Her body arched into his touch as his fingers toyed with the button of her pants, fumbling to undo it. His mouth found the pulse at her throat, sucking softly, and a low hum escaped her lips.

Then—

A jarring flicker behind her eyes.

The sensation was sharp, like someone yanking a cord plugged into the base of her skull. Her vision blurred. For the briefest moment, everything went black.

When clarity returned, she was on Bjorn’s bed, half-straddling his lap, his hand already slipping beneath her waistband.

Her heart seized.

What the hell—how did I get here?

Her stomach lurched. Her body felt disconnected from her mind, like waking up in the middle of a nightmare. The pressure of his palm against her hip, the heat of his breath on her neck—she didn’t remember any of it or how she got into this position.

“Stop,” she whispered, voice shaking. “Get off—get off me.”

Bjorn didn’t react immediately. His mouth was still at her throat, teeth grazing her skin.

Her pulse skyrocketed. Panic took hold.

“Stop!” she said louder, raising her hand and slapping the side of his head.

“OW! What the—?” Bjorn recoiled, clutching his temple. His eyes flashed with confusion and anger. “What the hell?!” 

She shoved his chest so hard he nearly fell off the bed. His head snapped back, the sting of her slap still burning against his scalp.

“What the hell are you doing?” she shouted, scrambling off his lap like he was on fire. Her eyes were wide with panic, cheeks flushed.

Bjorn blinked. His brain short-circuited. His hair was disheveled, her lipstick smudged across his jawline. “Me? What am I doing? You’re the one who climbed into my bed and started getting handsy!”

Her mouth dropped open. “I did not!”

“Oh yeah? You just happened to sit on my lap and try to eat my face for fun?” He pointed to his hair. “You yanked my hair like you were testing the damn roots!”

Her face twisted with confusion — then horror. Her hands flew to her mouth. “Oh my God.” 

She stared at him, heart racing, mind spinning.

He scoffed bitterly, running a hand through his hair. “First you come in here, climb on top of me, panting in my ear like a rabid fox—and now you’re bloody hitting me? Fucks the matter with you?”

Her eyes went wide. “I—I don’t remember doing that. I don’t know how I got here— I don’t- I was lying in my bunk and… then I… I woke up here. With.. you.”

Bjorn let out a low, bitter chuckle. “Right. Sure you don’t.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed, shaking his head as he stood. “God… you are such a fucking tease.”

She backed away, breath unsteady. The confusion etched into her face was unmistakable. Bjorn’s eyes narrowed; his head tilted as he watched her, curiosity flickering behind his frustration.

Her brows knitted. She took another shaky step back, nearly stumbling before catching herself. Without another word, she turned and fled the room.

Bjorn ran a hand through his hair, giving his head a slight shake as if to clear it. “Fucking girls, man,” he muttered, then collapsed back onto his bed with a frustrated groan. 

Reader slammed the door to her room and locked it, her chest heaving. Her heart still raced from whatever the hell had just happened in Bjorn’s room. She backed away from the door, rubbing her temples.

What the fuck was that? How did I even get there?

She paced to the mirror, her reflection just as disheveled and panicked as she felt. Her hair was tangled, her lips swollen from Bjorn’s kisses. But she didn’t remember walking there. Didn’t remember straddling him. Just… being at the sink. The pressure in her head. The sick squirming sensation beneath her skin.

Her hand flew to her ear. The spot just beneath the canal—where she’d felt it last night. A twitch, then a burrowing sensation. Her stomach churned.

No. No, this couldn’t be real.

She pressed harder, wincing at the soreness. Something had happened. Something had crawled in.

Her mind shot back to earlier: Tyler and Bjorn fighting off the small, slick creatures in the cargo bay. The skittering limbs, the way one darted toward the vent before Bjorn stomped after it.

Her pulse spiked.

One must've gotten out.

One must’ve gotten into her.

———————————————————————————

The med bay had found nothing. No parasites, no head injuries, no alien goo lodged in her brain. By the end of the day, she was convinced she’d had a psychotic break. A weird, horrifyingly embarrassing psychotic break that involved dry-humping Bjorn’s lap.

She hadn’t spoken to him since. Every time she passed him in the halls, she speed-walked in the opposite direction while he smirked like the cocky asshole he was. 

Now the crew was gathered in the common area, poring over whatever scraps of data Navarro had managed to recover from the ship’s security feeds. Everyone was tense. Tired. Half-expecting those acid-blooded monsters to rip through the walls at any second.

Navarro tapped a few keys on the console. “Alright,” he muttered. “Here’s footage from corridor C, two hours before the first attack.”

The screen flickered. Grainy black-and-white footage showed an empty hallway. The group leaned in. Nothing happened for a few seconds… until a small, worm-like shape wriggled across the floor and disappeared into the ventilation shaft.

“What the hell is that?” Tyler asked.

“No idea,” Navarro said. “Looks like it moves like a—wait.” His brow furrowed as he clicked to the next feed. “This is from the crew quarters last night. After we locked down the south wing.”

The screen changed.

Her stomach dropped.

There she was. In fuzzy night-vision, walking into Bjorn’s bunk with a slow, almost predatory stride. She watched herself climb onto his lap, run her fingers through his hair, and kiss him like she was auditioning for a damn romance holo.

Tyler choked on a laugh. “Holy shit.”

Her entire body locked up. Heat flooded her cheeks. “T-t-that… that wasn’t me!” she stammered, voice cracking.

Bjorn, sitting across from her, turned his head slowly and met her gaze. His mouth curved into a lazy, delighted grin. “Sure looks like you.”

“It’s not!” she shouted, practically vibrating with mortification. “I-I don’t remember any of that! I was possessed!”

“Oh yeah?” Bjorn leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “By what? The Horny Ghost of Deck Three?”

The group burst into laughter.

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “I-I swear! I was sleeping! And then I woke up in his room and—”

“On my lap,” Bjorn added helpfully. “Don’t forget the lap part.”

Navarro frowned, tapping the screen. “Wait, hold on. Look at the timestamp.”

They all turned back to the footage. As her possessed self kissed Bjorn, a tiny shape slithered out from behind her ear — the same worm-like creature — and crawled from the bunk to the floor.

Seconds later, her body froze mid-kiss. Her eyes went glassy.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I wasn’t crazy.”

Navarro nodded grimly. “Looks like whatever that thing is… it was controlling you.”

Bjorn let out a low whistle. “So you were possessed.” His jaw tightened, amusement draining from his face. “Brilliant. I was snogging some alien parasite, not you.” His eyes darkened. “That’s fucking disgusting.”

Tyler shifted uncomfortably, arms crossed over his chest. “Why Bjorn, though?” His tone was casual, but there was a flicker of something beneath it—jealousy, maybe. “I mean… you could’ve climbed into either one of our bunks.”

Bjorn, still lounging against the table, perked up. “Yeah. Why me?” He straightened, elbows resting on his knees, eyes locked on hers. “Gotta say, I’m curious.”

Even Navarro, typically all business, arched a brow and turned his attention toward her. The question hung heavy in the air.

She froze. The weight of their collective stares pinned her in place. Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “I… I don’t know.” Her voice cracked. “I don’t know what that thing wants.”

The silence stretched, brittle and sharp.

Navarro finally broke it, voice grim. “To reproduce,” he said, nodding toward the footage. “That thing—whatever it is—wasn’t just controlling you. It was looking for a host.”

Her eyes widened. “A host… for more of those things?”

“Exactly.” Navarro’s jaw tightened. “And it didn’t pick Bjorn at random.”

Bjorn’s smirk faded. “Wait… what the hell does that mean?”

Navarro leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “That thing was trying to reproduce. It chose you because you’re the most compatible host.”

Bjorn let out a dry laugh. “Compatible? What, like I’ve got a ‘prime breeding material’ stamp on my forehead?”

Tyler snorted, though his eyes never left the screen. “I mean… wouldn’t be the weirdest thing about you.”

Bjorn shot him a glare. “Piss off.”

She barely heard them. Her mind was spinning. “So… it climbed out of me and went into Bjorn?”

Navarro gave a slow nod. “Or at least tried to. We saw it crawl toward him on the footage before it disappeared under the bed.”

Her stomach turned. “And now it’s… what, still in here somewhere?”

The group fell silent.

Bjorn tensed. “Under the bed,” he repeated, glancing toward his bunk. His legs shifted, like he was preparing to bolt. “It’s still here.”

Tyler’s face paled. “Shit.”

Navarro stood. “We need to find it. Now.”

Bjorn took a step back, eyes scanning the floor. “Right. Great. A horny alien worm loose in my room. Just what I fucking needed.”

———————————————————————————

As Tyler and Navarro swept the flashlight beam across the floor, scanning for the creature, Bjorn shifted closer. His shoulder bumped lightly against hers.

“You know…” His voice dipped, low and teasing.

She stiffened. Bjorn leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Do you really not remember what happened between us?”

Her throat tightened. She turned her head slightly — and immediately regretted it. His blue eyes caught hers, sharp and glinting with amusement.

“I—I told you. I don’t remember,” she stammered.

He tilted his head, a slow smirk curving his lips. “Shame.” His gaze dropped to her mouth, then flicked back up. “You were so… enthusiastic.”

“Bjorn,” Tyler called out. “This isn’t the time.”

Bjorn gives him a look of displeasure.

Her cheeks felt like they were on fire at this point.

_________________________________________________

The flashlight’s beam glinted off the metal bedframe, casting shadows like skeletal fingers across the wall. Tyler crouched, lowering the light to the floor. The shadows shifted — and then something moved.

Tyler’s voice interrupted the moment: “Shit—there it goes!”

A glistening, worm-like creature squirmed at the edge of the beam, pale and slick, like it had been birthed from static. It slithered toward the baseboard.

Navarro lunged first. His boot stomped down with a sickening squish. The creature convulsed beneath the heel, its form pulsing, writhing.

“What the hell is that thing?” she breathed.

“Parasitic entity,” Navarro grunted, grinding his heel into the floor. “Uses human hosts to reproduce.”

Bjorn’s jaw tightened. “Reproduce… like make us host its babies?”

Navarro didn’t answer. She just pressed down harder. The worm gave one final twitch before going still, a smear of iridescent fluid pooling beneath it.

Bjorn exhaled shakily. “Jesus Christ.”

Tyler leaned against the desk, skin pale. “So… is that it? We’re good now?”

Navarro crouched to examine the remains. The goo shimmered unnaturally in the light. “This one’s dead.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “But if it came through when we opened the rift… there might be more.”

Reader’s stomach twisted. “More? Like how many more?”

Navarro wiped the goo onto a tissue. “That depends on how long it was in you.” She stood, meeting reader’s eyes. “And what it did while it was.”

Silence stretched between them. Her skin crawled with invisible touches.

Bjorn broke it with a shaky laugh. “Great. So I almost got laid by a possessed chick because some horny alien worm decided I was a suitable breeding ground.”

He raked a hand through his hair and gave a crooked grin. “Gotta say, not my proudest moment.”

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The ship was too quiet.

She sat curled up on the worn couch in the living quarters, pretending to read the manual for the comms system while the vents hummed overhead. The rest of the crew was gone, off checking the engine room for more of those alien freaks. She should’ve been worried. Anxious. Hyper-alert.

Instead, her mind kept flashing back to that grainy CCTV footage Navarro had pulled up yesterday.

Her. In Bjorn’s lap. Hands in his hair. Mouth on his like she was trying to suck the soul out of him.

The secondhand embarrassment still made her want to self-destruct.

"Deep breaths," she muttered to herself. "It wasn’t you. You were possessed. Just…ignore him."

“Talking to yourself now?"

Her spine straightened with a jolt. Bjorn’s voice.

Of course.

She didn’t look up. "Go away."

"Why would I do that?" His footsteps creaked across the floor. “We’ve got the whole ship to ourselves. Thought we could…bond.”

"Pass."

He chuckled. The sound made her eye twitch.

Her focus stayed glued to the manual as he dropped onto the couch across from her, sprawling like he owned the place. Silence stretched between them. She could feel his gaze like a physical weight, dragging up her legs, past her folded arms, straight to her face.

“You know,” Bjorn said after a minute, “I’ve been trying to figure something out.”

She exhaled sharply. “Are you now?” She answered completely uninterested.

He ignored her. "Your chapstick."

That got her attention. Her eyes snapped to his. "What?"

"That night," he said, tapping his lower lip with his thumb. "When you kissed me."

Her cheeks flamed. 

“Strawberry?” He squinted, tongue running over his bottom lip. “Nah… cherry, maybe? It was sweet. Kinda fruity.”

Her stomach twisted.

Bjorn chuckled. “C’mon. Tell me. It’s been driving me fucking crazy all day.”

"You're unbelievable," she muttered, standing abruptly to leave.

She turned toward the hallway — but he was faster. He stood and moved into her path with infuriating ease, blocking the exit.

Her heart skipped. She took a step back, and her shoulders hit the cold wall.

Bjorn placed a hand on the wall beside her head and leaned in just enough to make her breath hitch. His blue eyes sparkled with pure mischief.

"You know," he said softly, "it's my birthday today."

She crossed her arms, willing herself not to react. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks." His smirk deepened. "Aren’t you gonna ask what I want for my birthday?"

She clenched her jaw. "No."

"Go on." His gaze flicked to her lips. "Ask."

Her throat tightened. She hated how her pulse spiked when he looked at her like that. Like he saw straight through her bravado.

"...What do you want for your birthday?" she mumbled, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the floor.

Bjorn's mouth curved into a slow, wolfish grin. "A kiss."

Her head snapped up. "You’re insane."

"Maybe." He pushed off the wall just enough to trail his fingers down her arm. Goosebumps erupted across her skin despite herself. "But you seemed pretty into it last time."

"It wasn’t me," she said through clenched teeth.

"That’s what you keep saying." He leaned in again, voice low. "But you know what I think?"

"No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me."

His breath brushed her cheek. "I think you liked it."

Her chest squeezed. "You’re disgusting."

"And you’re a terrible liar." His eyes dropped to her mouth. “C’mon. One little kiss. For my birthday.”

The worst part? He was close enough that she could smell the faint cologne-and-cigarette scent of him, feel the heat of his skin. And for one horrifying second, she thought about giving in.

Then her fight instinct kicked in.

She smacked the side of his head — hard — and shoved him away.

Bjorn stumbled back, surprised, then laughed. "Agh! What the fuck?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped, chest heaving. "Go and get your head checked, you freak."

She turned and marched toward the door.

Behind her, he chuckled again. "Damn. That actually fucking hurt."

She rushed out, heart racing, steps quick and unsteady.

"Strawberry," Bjorn called after her. "I knew it."

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[lavina-arts]

Ships doodles for the fucking valenties day

[magicalnextgen]

Razor and Lily Belle! Sweetie Belle and Spike's two children!

Razor is about 9-10 years old (in human terms) and is a tiny gentle colt/dragon who loves to help his aunt Rarity with her clothing brand! He's a very creative little lad and hopes that he'll get a cutie mark like his pony side of the family

Lily Belle is 2 weeks old and likes to eat jewels. That's it rlly for her

(Also if u saw this on dieventart I did post those there a couple of months back)

[ilikecheesesandwichesandanime]

Christmas Art Dump!

[maoxyi]

Earth rain

I’m glad I came to see it with you.

A moment between Spike and my Bepop OC where she takes him down to earth. She’s missed the rain and he’s starting to understand the appeal.

I still have to come up with a name for her.

(My brain is exploding I’ve never arted this hard before i don’t know if it will ever happen again-)

[mewmewgirl101]

Spike goes to the demon bar every night drinking his pain away about how he thinks sosha will reject him.and getting so drunk he passes out some nights and angel has to carry him like a sack of potatoes to His new place to stay. Spike hates when he's sobering up cause the heart ache of the thought that sosha will reject or laugh at him for his feelings for her. feel worse. sosha hods him close when he's really sad .And he bites her neck drinking from her. Every time he drinks from her he moans loudly. he keeps Sosha club house nice and clean for her and sometimes cooks when she comes and he feeds off her. Buffy puts cover up on sosha where ever spike bites her. He made the cellar his room and it look like bed room witch took months and still drinks at the demon bar every night. desperately misses being touched by a girl he loved. He loves when sosha would snuggle him and her Hand would unknowingly rub up and down his chest and abs in her sleep making him shiver and tremble he has to stop her hand sometimes be for he lets out a really loud moan. He fell asleep and one night And had this dream His dream every night for a week he has this dream

He's in his chair reading a spell book he stole from sosha.when she kicks the door open after freezing the door holding a stake he jumped up for his chair seeing a very angry sosha

Spike: go on do it kill me I can't live in world watching you be with Xander and kissing him knowing I can't have you go on do it end my torment ( took his shirt off like it was on fire)

Sosha (gasps blush) spike Am sorry I love Xander. And I can't leave him for for some else like some tramp ( goes to stake him)

Spike takes the stake and throws it a cross room grabs her hips and pulled her close and kisses her hard and hot and passionate she tried pushing him off to get free but couldn't he just pulled her closer holding her he pulled away she gasps hands on her mouth blushing really red she then kisses him hard and hot.But pushed him away telling him that can't happen again and they can never speak of it again Cause she loves Xander and she just had a moment of weakness seeing him take his shirt off and stand in front her of shirtless and showing all his muscles. and can't let that happen again and it never will cause she tells him she never wants to see him ever again and wants him to move away and never come back. He jolts up painting and sweat yelling no. He gets really sad even in his dreams she loves someone else and he can't believe how he's desperately helplessly and hopelessly in love he is for a weak helpless little human girl he could easily kill in a heart beat. hes been dreaming that every night for two weeks and drinking cause he thinks she'll never love him back. But is going to do something about it. a few days later Buffy and Sosha got in trouble aging for sneaking around the school and were forced to do an open house at the school. spike and angel order everything after both girls vented to them. Willow cut the cameras. Buffy and Sosha pretend the principals office door was stuck as spike and angel set up the tables a chairs and left so the two different get in more trouble again for having help sosha used a spell to lock the door Sosha told Buffy and Willow she has feelings for spike and she doesn't like she has a crush on spike and it makes her made.she made them promise not to tell anyone anything up for the open house after everything was all set up willow turned the cameras back on. Buffy and Sosha let the principal out of his office. Soon after the open house Buffy and Sosha sigh sliding down the library doors didn't even make it to the couch there exhausted from keeping Buffy's mom away from the principal. They fall asleep leaning on each other. Giles was really angry thinking they were unfairly punished even after he to wrap for them. So sneaked passed them after setting them on the couch care fully not wanting to wake them up after working so hard.when he saw principal looking for more ways to punish them to over punish the two girls. That's when bad gillis came out. Shoved him to wall threatening him if ever catches or finds out the principal is being mean or threatening or unfairly punishing the to the two girls for some thing not worth punishment or not worth a big punishment he'll report him the Supreme Court and school council who's he's very close friends with.spike and angel carry the girls home witch made miss summers like the boys a little more for being so sweet.but followed them to there rooms to make sure they didn't get in bed with them. They just kiss there cheeks and leave after saying good night.the mom said they could stay on the couch since they helped the girls set up saying they better not brake her trust or she would open the black out blinds and curtains let them burn. They swallow hard nodding.they stayed on the couch joice got ready for work really fast cause she was going to be late and totally forgot spike and angel were there.spike angle order the girls muffins feel really bad the principal made them do the open house by them selves and trying getting them in more trouble.both girls came down stairs to find breakfast on the coffee table. Angel and spike both looked like death worn over they were trying to see who could go longer with out feeding.

[lostbluejayart]

[ It can be difficult to discern when he's sunk deep into his mind, especially when weary eyes had fallen low with a calm stillness as a pond at night, above the kiss of moonlight. His consciousness tend to always drift with no set destination as to where it'll land. Similar to cigarette smoke that blends into the wind with each exhale between his lips, air cool and dry, and delicately swirls around the soft visage of the woman's face at his side.

Her words spoke volumes when something sparkled in her mind. Sometimes, they might seemed trivial and insignificant to garner enough interest. What she desires to convey, to portray something viewed worthless, was valuable. Simple things were a thing of beauty. Ugly things were a thing of beauty. Things that were broken, are never far beyond repair…the moon, with all her imperfections, dents and collisions, still shine bright …]

[dolly-macabre]

Just a couple of dumb kids in love 🖤

Homecoming 1985

[pinkvanessastar13]

you can not tell me I have a crush on this guy~💜

No I love this skin for spike, it’s so cute and evil and it makes me wanna do an evil laugh and explode into oreos

@lavina-arts

[koopaspiderofdarkness]

Art trade for my friend Azzi! The lil lady is her sona.

[only-fragments]

My favorite ship is two grown men who hate each other.

[lavina-arts]