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charliedawn · 3 years

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Imagine being Spike's closest friend/advisor in love with him and him being completely oblivious about it

" Spike ! Where are you ?! We need to talk to you !"

You find the vampire in his crypt, his eyebrows barely raised in surprise.

" Y/N. Buffy. What a surprise ? So, what can I do for you on this fine evening ?"

He says with a small sarcastic smile. Buffy rolls her eyes and sits in front of him with her arms crossed.

" We need your help."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up in curiosity and the corners of his lips raise up a notch.

" The hunters want my help ? Well..Isn't that good news ?! Oh goodie ! I get it that my head gets to stay attached to my body another day.."

You sigh, not because of his sarcastic answer you had grown accustomed to, but because you know that deep down ? He is truly excited. His brain already calculating how to turn this situation to his advantage.

" So, what's the job ? Vampires ? Demons ? Witches ?.."

He asks with the back of his head resting on his hands and waiting for Buffy or you to spill the beans.

" Vampires. In your territory. We know you've been hiding some of them.."

Buffy cuts straight to the point and Spike arks an eyebrow, smiling innocently.

" Sorry. Can't help you. I don't know what you're talking about..Maybe you got the wrong vampire for once ?"

Buffy raises an eyebrow as well before crossing her arms on her chest expectantly.

" Blond ? Spiky hair ? Dark and brooding ? Nah. I think we got the right one. Now, where are they hidden ? Spill it out, or you get the stake."

She gets her stake out to show that she is serious, but Spike only chuckles as he stands up to look down at the slayer, his shirt barely protecting his ribcage frown the sharp end of the stake.

" Is that a threat or a promise ?"

You can see that Buffy is biting her lower lip, she is actually tempted to ask Spike for a moment after this..But then her eyes fall on you, and she knows that she can't do it. Not now. Not when she knows that you've fallen for him. Spike and her have passion, he is amazing in bed of course..but what you feel for him, it makes her think of what she feels for Angel. She can't do it. She takes a step back, but it's Spike that takes a step forward to whisper seductively in her ear.

" What do you say, if I help you, you give me a kiss ?"

You grit your teeths and finally snap, you take him by the shoulder to spin him around and punch him in the face. His eyes widen significantly in shock as he doesn't understand. You realize too late what you've done and take a couple of steps backwards before apologizing.

" I..I'm sorry. I need to go."

You run outside of his crypt and Spike turns towards Buffy for an explanation.

" What's gotten into her ?!"

Buffy sighs loudly in exasperation before answering the question of the perplexed vampire.

" You're an idiot, Spike. She likes you."

Spike doesn't seem to understand and frowns before repeating incredulously.

" She..She what ?"

Buffy pinches the bridge of her nose between her index and thumb, wondering how the vampire could be so daft sometimes.

" She. Loves. You. Spike."

She finally says. But, the vampire only blanks out for a moment before stammering again, wondering if he heard her right.

" I..I beg you pardon ? Her ? Me ? No. Can't be."

He shakes his head negatively and Buffy rolls her eyes before taking him by his black coat to push him forward.

" Go talk to her, you idiot ! Before you lose her !"

He is about to go when Buffy sighs again as he seems lost. She grabs his arm and asks him with a worried frown.

" Wait. What are you going to do ?"

He shrugs before getting out of her grip and replying with a small provocative smile.

" I'm gonna do what I shoulda done in the first place: I'll find her, wherever she is, tie her up, torture her until she likes me again."

Buffy's eyes widen, but before she could stop him, he's already gone. She only humphs disapprovingly before crossing her arms again.

" Don't blow it, Spike.."

She mutters before turning around to go search for the rest of the hidden vampires on her own.

You are running with glassy eyes, filled with tears. You know that your action was rash, impulsive..You can't even explain why you had acted like that. It wasn't you. You continue to run aimlessly and blindly through the tombstones until you hit something and fall backwards. When you open your eyes again, you see that you had collided with a man, a vampire to be exact, that smiles evilly as he looks down at you.

" Well well..Dinner is served it seems."

You look around frantically for your stake, but just as you are about to grab it, the vampire spots it first and stomps on it, breaking it in two. He then grabs you by the throat and seems amused by your attempts to breathe. You try to wiggle out of his grip and scream, but he covers your mouth and laughs darkly as he recognizes you.

" And not any dinner..A hunter at that..I've seen you run around with the other slayer in and out of Spike's crypt. Where are your friends now, slayer ?"

You feel your heart quicken as he opens his mouth wide. You close your eyes, but then a familiar voice interrupts the moment.

" Turn around."

The vampire has just the time to turn around that Spike stakes him. You hear his scream, but are too tired to open your eyes. Spike is by your side in a minute and carries you in his arms.

" Hey ! Stay with me, slayer ! You hear me !"

His voice is the last thing you hear before blacking out. Spike carries you back to the Summer household where Buffy quickly takes care of you. He wants to stay by your side, but Buffy gives him a stern look.

" Don't you dare, Spike. You are not welcomed in this house. This is all your fault. I don't want to see you ever again."

She slams the door in his face and her words sting him deeply, more than he cares to admit. But, he understands her anger and turns around to return to his graveyard. However, he lets out a shaky sigh first before looking up at your bedroom window. He can't even count the times you had opened your window for him, even when you knew how dangerous and unstable he was. Spike doesn't have any friends. But, if he could call someone that ? It would certainly be you.

The moment you wake up, you look around to see that night has fallen and Buffy is nowhere to be found. You don't wait for her before grabbing your vampire hunting gear and running outside to find Spike. You know that Buffy is going to be mad at you for meeting with him, but you have to tell him. Tell him that it wasn't his fault. Tell him that you had acted without thinking. Tell him that he is the only person who makes you laugh and brings a smile to your face when you're having a bad day. Tell him..Tell him..You have all those memories that suddenly come to you, memories of when Spike knew exactly when you needed to be cheered up and would stand in front of your window until you would allow him in. Memories of when he had scared the hell out of Buffy and Angel when paying you a visit and making them think that he was going to suck your mom's blood, only for you to intervene and save him..Memories that should be enough, enough for you to let go of him. Unfortunately, it only makes things worse, having to tell yourself every single day that what you are feeling is only a small crush, that it would go with time, only to come back stronger than ever every single time your eyes meet his. You finally get to the graveyard and stop when you see him, leaning against the door of his crypt, smoking, as if waiting for you.

He doesn't move, even though he heard you approach, and throws you one of his half-hooded glances that always makes your heart beat faster. That burning gaze, but so cold at the same time..Intense and sad, so very sad. You feel goosebumps forming on your skin at the simple eye-contact, and you haven't even spoken a word yet. Eventually, he smirks knowingly at you before throwing his cigaret to the ground and stomping on it.

" What do you want, newbie ? You came to check on me for Buffy ? Well, you can tell the slayer that I am still as dead as the day we met..Also, glad to see that you're still breathing. Not that I cared, but I wouldn't want the slayer to come knocking on my door, yelling how I killed her best friend."

He says with a mocking grin, but you're no fool. You see this gleam of hope in his eyes, hope that the other slayer is finally acknowledging him as a potential ally. Maybe knowing that Buffy is finally seeing in him someone dangerous enough to be looked after would mean that she would finally come knocking at his door with more than threats and insults ? Maybe she would even grow to like him ? Maybe..But, you know that it is only a dream. She would never love him. Ever. And no matter how dangerous or important he becomes, she would never consider him as anything but a threat, a nuisance. Sad. Especially since you know that he is a good man, but with a high taste for women that would never feel the same about him..

You sigh and answer with a small smile translating pity.

" No. I need your help."

He smiles, but you can still see the deception in his eyes.

" I see..And I guess that the slayer doesn't know you came here, does she ?"

You shake your head negatively and he sighs before leaning against a nearby tombstone.

" Fine. Tell me. Why would I help you ? Besides my usual loving kindness ?"

He sneers, but his eyes translate a certain curiosity as to why indeed you would set foot in his graveyard in the middle of the night. You walk forward until your noses nearly touch, your face a few inches away from him. Even if Spike can't breathe anymore, hasn't been able to for a long time, he can still feel his heart stop in his ribcage at your sudden closeness.

" W..What are you..?"

He starts, but is cut off by you slowly raising your hands on each side of his face. He closes his mouth in surprise and doesn't dare move, even when you lay your forehead against his.

" Here's what I want your help with, Spike. I want you to be happy, Spike. I don't care if you are a vampire, a demon, a monster..You stay someone who the Summer family learned to appreciate more than you know..You've helped them countless of times, more than anyone. Now, it's your turn. Let me help you. You need to concentrate on yourself. And I don't mean the emotionless cruel monstrous vampire with a tendency to speak in sarcasm, but Spike, the romantic poet, the sensitive artist, the one who speaks with his senses and who used to know how to see beauty everywhere.."

You trace your fingertips along the interior of his forearms, his biceps, his neck and end your path on his cheeks. You then see something akin sadness in his eyes. He's shaking and raises his own hands to take yours. He's finally letting his true emotions out and looks up at you with all the misery he feels painted in his beautiful dark eyes. And you smile, knowing that it is the true Spike that you are now facing..

" Here he is. The true Spike..William."

You say while tenderly stroking his cheek. However, he suddenly kneels on the ground, his head hanging low as he cries out.

" She'll never love me like this ! She loves the other me. The bad guy. The heartless vampire. The monster that makes her feel in danger and who is useful to her ! I have no choice. Otherwise, she would have discarded of me a long time ago..She wouldn't even have spared me a second glance before staking my heart !..Not that she hasn't already.."

You look at him with eyes full of sadness before kneeling in front of him. You then force him to look up at you and say without an ounce of hesitation.

" Then, she is the monster."

His eyes widen at your words and you grab him by the arms to force him to stand up with you as you explain.

" Think about it. She is killing someone by preventing you to be yourself. She's killing William, only leaving Spike. At the end, she would have stolen your heart and your life. Let's face it, Buffy will kill you if you are willing to give her everything you are. The true question is, will you let her when the time comes, or will you fight ?"

He clenches his jaw as he stares at you, wondering why you would be so determined for him to live ? Could what Buffy said be true ? He shakes his head..No. It couldn't be. He finally answers you with a sorrowful resolution.

" What is the point of living if love isn't there ?"

You suddenly frown and to his utter surprise, slap him. It takes a while for him to get over his shock, you take the opportunity to shake his ideas straight. You wouldn't let him die.

" Don't you ever say that again ! Ever ! Don't say such nonsense ! You've already fallen in love before, Spike. Three times. And you'll fall in love again ! Again and again ! You'll continue until you finally meet someone that will finally understand how extraordinary you are and how lucky they are to have you ! One day, you will get our of that grim graveyard and that day, you'll see Buffy for who she really is ! Just another woman that couldn't see the luck she had to have you ! Tall, handsome, downright dreamy guy with amazing hair !.."

He laughs at that last part and you smile, at least you could still make him laugh.

"..But you have to stop wanting to put an end to your life just because she was not the right one !"

Suddenly, Spike loses his smile and glares up at you before standing up and shouting angrily.

" When ?! Huh ?! When will I meet that miraculous person that will make my miserable life a bliss ?! I only fall in love with destructive women, cruel and manipulative temptresses ! Women that only use me or make me want to throw myself off a bridge ! I only know the dark chaotic love, the kind that makes you drown with the goddamn ship !"

His breathing quickens as he tells you his grief and curse. You wait patiently until he is finished before finally replying.

" Then, let's do it together."

Spike doesn't understand at first, he frowns in incomprehension at you while you intertwine your fingers with a smile, even with the tears that are rolling down your cheeks.

" Let's jump from a bridge together. Let's drown together. Let's die together if that's the price for you to love me.."

Spike finally understands and looks up at you with something new, close to pity but also linked with self-hatred for letting himself be moved by you, out of all people. He wanted Buffy to be here, saying those words..and yet, he can't help but be helpless as you utter those words, he wants to believe them so bad..but he can't. He knows you. He knows that you would do anything to help him, even pretend loving him. He wants to step back, run maybe..but you don't let him go. You would never let him go when you know that he may never come back..You insist, taking a step further towards him so he can see the determination in your eyes.

" Since neither of us will ever find love or peace. And since you have the firm intention to put an end to it all. Then let's do it together. This way, I'll stop waking up in the middle of the night, sweating and panting with only one thought: Is he okay ? That way, I won't have to stop myself from killing Buffy every time she tells me how much of an idiot Spike is to think she would ever love him. Or rush to warn you each time she says she's going to kill you..I want to stop loving you, Spike ! At least you are lucky to be able to live long enough to forget them or to find other soulmates out there ! Me ? I'm only human. I only have one chance. And turns out, he'll never be mine ! And I will never meet another one in my life ! So, be happy to be immortal and stop saying that you'll end your life ! Because I will never have peace until I know that you are going to keep living ! So, let's jump ! I have a stake, you have your inhuman strength. Tore me to pieces, break my neck, rip my heart right out of my chest..If I can't have you, and you can't have the one you want. If we can't love. Then, at least, let me die with you. I won't be able to live without you. So, please, let me help you..and help myself at the same time."

You sob and grab his hand to put it over your heart, so he can rip it from your ribcage if he so wishes. You are so upset that you don't feel his fingers closing on yours. When you raise your face with determination to tell him that you wouldn't let him die, you see him smiling: not his usual cold, sarcastic or mischievous smile. A genuine smile. One that thrills you and that makes you want to smile back. But what happens next is even better. He kisses you. He kisses you tenderly, a chaste kiss. He doesn't kiss you like Buffy, where the kiss is brutal, violent or even beastly, but a patient and soft velvety kiss. When he pulls away, you feel giddy and light-headed. You feel your cheeks warm up and your smile couldn't grow any wider. And Spike ? He softly laughs before smiling too and gently stroking your cheek.

" Six.."

He says in such a low voice that you nearly miss it.

" What ?"

He looks up at you and gives you a boyish grin.

" I fell in love six times. Not three. You forgot when I was still human.."

You know he is teasing you, but you still elbow him, which earns you a small chuckle.

" Womanizer.."

You finally call him and he gently wraps his arms around you before whispering near your ear almost sadly.

" But you're the only one who ever loved me back.."

You sigh before leaning against him. You stay like that for a while, until Spike asks.

" Could you please say it ?"

" Say what ?"

" You know.."

He seems almost embarrassed to ask and you finally understand.

" I'm always the one who says it first, and since I'm normally the only one who says it at the end..I would like to hear it first. Please."

" I love you."

You says with not an ounce of hesitation and he stares at you with deep black eyes and smiles, his eyes creasing enough to make some little wrinkles appear at the corner of his eyes. He's so happy that he asks you to repeat.

" I love you. I love you. I love you..And I'll say it again and again until you'll be tired of hearing it."

He tilts his head to kiss you again, and it's so true and beautiful that he asks himself how it's possible to be this happy ? Is that love ? The love that doesn't destroy but creates ? If it is, he wants it now and forever. He continues to kiss you and refuses to let go until morning. At last, Spike the Bloody and William the poet are both satisfied.

#buffy btvs #fandoms #imagine #fanfic #spike x reader #show: btvs

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suhyla · 3 years

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Asalamoalikom.

I don't normally do this. But I just need to know.

What do you do when your parents words are hurting you even if they didn't mean to?

You see, I am 27 and unmarried. I had a job which I quite four months ago for personal reasons after two years of working. A month ago, someone visited our house and asked about my job and my mom immediately reply like I still had a job. I was speechless and felt like she was ashamed of me or smth. But I didn't say anything and just left the room.

Yesterday, my aunts visited and I overheard her asking my father about my marriage as I am oldest daughter and all (my younger sis is already married btw) and he replied with smth that really hurt me. I am not going to repeat what he said but it hurts so bad. I feel worthless .

I don't know how to make them understand that of course I want a marriage and a family of my own. But I am too scared of making a wrong choice. I haven't met someone who I want to spend the rest of my life with. And its not like I open myself either. I don't chat with men and I don't go out much if not for work. I know I am close off. I don't know how to fix it either. I put my faith in Allah and I know Allah will send me someone.

So whenever someone ask me about marriage (they do ask a lot) , I replied like I am not interested in marriage at all. Is that bad?

I don't know anymore. I just need go get it off my chest. Sorry if it's too long.

Jazarkellerhu khai for your time.

MashaAllah sister, I admire your patience and sincere hope in Allah. May Allah send you the right person whenever you're ready for him.

I am so sorry that your parents are making you feel this way. There are often cultural aspects which dominate their lives in ways we don't understand. Culture is a beautiful thing of course, but there are also dark sides like social expectations which people may conform to for fear of ostracization. Unfortunately, that means many children find themselves trapped by expectations they never wanted for themselves. May Allah help you and grant you ease and allow you to navigate this in a way that maximizes all your happiness.

I wish I could solve this for you. Personally, when it came to cultural misunderstandings/disconnect, I found patience and attempts to change myself worked best. Be firm with the things you cannot change/want, and where there's room for compromise, compromise. They're going to hurt you sometimes, but Allah sees you when you hold in any reaction that might potentially hurt them. Believe me, though they may not understand your thoughts and feelings, they are always thinking of you and truly believe they're doing what's best for you.

For example, your mom telling people you're still working may be because she doesn't want them to look at you negatively. She probably heard them talking bad about others who are unemployed, and doesn't want them to talk about you that way. In her way, she thinks she's protecting you. Now of course, this may be causing you more harm than good because it feels like she won't accept you for who you are, that she always wants you to be someone different. But intention-wise, her intentions are for your sake.

I suggest you try to communicate your worries with her. She won't listen immediately. It once took me 2 years of trying to communicate with my parents about a topic before they finally came around. But the patience was worth it.

With parents, the most important thing is patience. I always wonder if one day we'll be in their shoes, thinking we're doing everything in our power for our children, while our children are suffering silently and wondering why they are so misunderstood. They don't see that they're doing something wrong, so the most important thing is to try and make them aware, while being sensitive to their feelings.

Also, and this is up to you because it seems like you do want to get married, but do you think if you say 'I haven't found the right person' instead of 'I'm not interested' you may open more doors to marriage? Because sometimes people ask with the intention of introducing you to someone (or may bring up your name when they hear of someone else looking), so when you say you aren't interested (and I totally understand why you'd say that btw) they think you aren't looking. Especially considering you don't go out and seem to keep to yourself, getting help from people who do so might be important and there's no shame in it. Many of my friends have gotten married this way. This is an option, if you feel like you're ready to open yourself up to this process, of course. If not, that's completely okay too.

May Allah bless you and grant you the best possible spouse and job for you, and more importantly, may He grant you peace of mind and cause understanding to flow between you and your parents.

#asks #marriage

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ann-stay · 4 years

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Brown soft light, fighting the dark shadows-Seungmin

Warnings/au: sadness, angst (?), soft, idk I wrote this ages ago but enjoy!

Please Note: this used to be a W**j*n story however due to recent events I no longer support him, if I’ve missed a part in here where I’ve used his name and didn’t change it please let me know.

She pushed herself away from the desk and slide in the chair to the other side of the room. Groaning, she stood and exited the plain room. She headed to the kitchen for something good, something that could ease her frustration.

It had been like this for a few days, her continuously having to leave her laptop out of anger and frustration. She just couldn't write. She wasn't burnt out, no, she'd already recovered from that. She had major writer's block. Every idea that came to her head didn't flow nicely, nor could she put it into words on the screen.

All knowledge of writing had left her the past few days and it annoyed her to the point where she could break down. She was an online author, so updates were vital to her work. Without updates, she couldn't get views, without views, she didn't get paid. She questioned why she chose such a difficult path.

Swinging the fridge open she grabbed the chocolate and slammed the door shut. She hopped onto the kitchen bench and let her legs hang. It was her favourite thing to do, sit there and think. The bench was surprisingly comfortable and bought a warm homey feeling. She'd done this since she was little.

Taking a bite from the chocolate she looked about her apartment. It was a medium-sized apartment that she lived alone in. Although, her boyfriend would sleep over most nights when he was free. Which he wasn't often, but he made the time.

As far as a normal human could see, her life was good. Dream job, good boyfriend, nice apartment. It was perfect. But it wasn't. She struggled much more then anyone would be able to see. She had struggled with her own mind since she was a young girl. It got to the point, she could hide it from everyone-including the people that were closest to her.

Heck-she'd even isolate herself for a bit and people still wouldn't notice. All except one. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, as she would think) she had gotten better hiding it from said person.

It was scary for her to hide it though. The one person willing to help and that notices everything-she shuts out his help. Every moment she does she knows it hurts him. She hates that. She hates hurting him. So, she continues. Continues to cut him out more and more, hoping that he'll leave and find a better person.

But she doesn't want him to leave. She wants to curl up in his arms and stay there forever. She wants that warmth, love, and support. She wants to feel happy and content.

However, every waking happy moment she has it always turns bad. A light shower of rain, enough to even see a rainbow, suddenly turning into a raging storm that could tear lives apart. But she loves the rain.

The sound of it hitting the glass window. The cold calm feeling it brings with it. The way she would have to wear a sweater every time it rains so she can be comfy and warm. Drinking hot chocolate and watching the droplets fall.

"I don't deserve it..." she mumbled.

The chocolate fell from her hand onto the bench space beside her. A few tears pricking at her eyes as every dark thought seeped their way into her mind. Lacing her brain with its toxins. The plague of the mind. Except this plague is deadlier. Killing someone with a voice in their head. Killing them slowly as they still live. Yet they don't live. They are alive, but they aren't living. As if death himself inhabited them.

A sob escapes her mouth, getting off the bench, making sure she doesn't fall. Her back sliding down the cupboard doors. She pulls her knees as close to her chest as she can, her chubby body making it hard to hug them comfortably.

More sobs leave her trembling lips. Furiously wiping the bucket loads of tears. The lump in her throat making the crying just the more painful. Though she manages to shut them up, the tears were the only thing to show for her breakdown.

The lump in her throat grows, an empty yet full stomach of emotion. Pain. That's all she feels. She didn't know what pain it was. It was like the world had come crashing down even if it hadn't. A feeling that you'd get when you were having fun and then all that happiness was sucked out of you. Exhaustion. Yet it was way more complex and stronger than those feelings. It was a feeling you'd have to experience to understand but a feeling no one should ever experience or understand.

She wanted to scream.

She wanted it to end.

...

Keys rattled.

...

A door clicked, unlocking.

The girl stood quickly and rushed to the bathroom. Forcing her tears away. Rubbing at her face rapidly. Wash, towel, wash towel-repeat a million times. She looked at herself in the mirror.

"Hey, babe?" Her boyfriend called out.

"In the bathroom! I'll be out in a second!" She shouted back.

She smiled a few times, trying to get her face into a 'normal' position rather than one that looks exhausted and broken. The door opened and she stepped out.

"Where are you?" She asked.

"Just in the kitchen," he replied.

She followed his voice and found him taking a bite of her chocolate that was left on the bench. She smiled. He was too cute.

"Come here~ I missed you so much," he whined.

The girl laughed at him before walking over and getting engulfed in a warm hug.

"I missed you too Bubba~"

The boy chuckled at her, lifting her up onto the bench. He stood between her legs and held her at her waist. Her arms rested around his neck, playing with the back of his hair absentmindedly. Their eyes locked and the once happy smile on his face was replaced by a frown and furrowed brows.

"What's wro-"

"You've been crying."

"No, I haven't."

He looked at her, raising his brow.

"You think I don't notice these things?" he asked.

"Notice what things?" She asked, trying to act innocent.

"Things such as your face being slightly red in parts. When you cry your lips get red in patches. Your nose and cheeks also have red patches. Your eyes are slightly glossed over because you can never get the tears all out. Heck, your eyes don't match your smile...babe, what's wrong?"

She lost it. The tears instantly fell, the same world crashing feeling returned. Her head hit his shoulder/neck area and she sobbed, arms wrapping around him tighter. He was taken back for a split second, quickly recovering and pulling her closer.

He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, rubbing her back to comfort her. Her pain, so strong, it filled the apartment to the point her boyfriend could feel it. Like a dark shadow flowing off her body and covering everything. The homey feeling disappearing, replaced with emptiness.

He hated it. Not what his girlfriend had caused but what she was going through. He knew she was pushing him away. He knew that she knew it hurt him. But he also knew that all she needed was some space. He wasn't new to this.

Her isolating herself. In fact, it was good for her to a certain point. The isolation was her recharge. But at some point, in the recharge she always hits, so to say, a malfunction. A percentage where she was so close to being good yet so far.

In this time, he knew to be there for her. To hug her and support her. Not to ask what's wrong but to be there for her. If she needs to talk about it, she will-after asking if it's okay to talk with him a million times.

The sobbing quietened. Soon it stopped. His shirt drenched, but he could care less. A weight lifted from his shoulder. His eyes met her tired and broken ones. They said something, an apology. An apology from breaking down, for being weak, for possibly ruining his shirt, for the toxicity, ruining their night and so much more.

But in his eyes, they held forgiveness and care. He forgave her for everything she apologised for, whether she should've apologised for it or not. He cared about her more then she knew.

She did know though. She just couldn't understand or accept it fully.

They rested their foreheads together, soft breathes tickling each other's faces.

"The voices returned..." she mumbled, eyes closed.

He studied her now calm features, the way her soft lips moved.

"What were they saying this time?"

"Everything."

She opened her glossy eyes and stared into his. No one said anything. They just stared at each other, holding one another close together.

And soon enough, the warmth returned. Her boyfriend's warmth started radiating onto her and their apartment. A soft brown light battling the dark shadow. A sad smile appeared on the girl's face. Then a happy one on her boyfriends.

"You know, your eyes are really cute. And the small scar on your lips is adorable~" He cooed.

A blush etched its way on her cheeks.

"Oh, shush it."

They both laughed.

"Do you want to know something?" She asked.

"Hm?" he hummed in response.

"You, Mr. Kim Seungmin, are the best boyfriend in the world. My Bubba."

She scrunched her face up and squished his cheeks between her hands. Seungmin laughed widely, finding it cute how her face and nose scrunched.

"And you, Ms. Kim, are the best girlfriend in the world. My adorable koala bear."

He returned the favour and squished her cheeks. The girl flushed red and groaned, pushing his hands away.

"Yah! I'm not Ms. Kim...yet. And I'm not a Koala! What are you doing home anyway? I thought you had a meeting?" She asked.

"Soon you'll be, and I can call you a Koala because you sleep a lot and are from Australia. But anyway, Chan canceled it because half of the boys are sick," Seungmin explained.

He placed his hands back onto her waist but holding her closer still. His girlfriends face turned from happy flushed to concerned.

"Why didn't you text me?! We need to go over there so I can help take care of them! I can't believe you left Chan and the others by themselves-" She jumped off the bench and move around frantically looking for her shoes- "They can barely take care of themselves when they aren't sick! Hurry-"

Seungmin hugged her from behind, stopping her from moving.

"No."

"What do you mean 'no' mister. Your friends are sick and I'm worried!"

"I said no. We are staying here together. If Chan needs help, he'll text me-or you. He always messages you first in an emergency remember?"

The girl groaned and nodded.

"Fine..."

"Yay! Now let's cuddle!"

He picked her up, causing her to squeak, and carried her to their bed. He sat on the bed and moved under the cover, still holding his girlfriend.

"Hey! You can't just-"

Seungmin placed a soft, loving kiss on her lips. She smiled and melted into the kiss. When they pulled apart Seungmin had a smirk on his lips.

"Meanie, you can't just shut me up by kissi-"

He kisses her once again. But this time when they pull back, she rolls her eyes at him and turns to face her back against his chest. She cuddles closer to him, pulling his arms around her more, loving the feeling of the warmth.

He laughed at her, nuzzling his face into her shoulder/neck area. Causing giggles to erupt from her at the tickling feeling. Happiness and warmth filled them both.

The storm that was raging moments ago now calm and showing rainbows. The toxic thoughts and feelings now flew far away, unable to hurt either one of them.

There they cuddled, in the middle of the bed wrapped in blankets. Nothing playing. No music, no talking, no sound. Just their breathing and the small kisses here and there. The room was dim as the light faded and the street outside lit it up. It had started to rain, the droplets hitting the window, creating that amazing sound.

Seungmins arms were wrapped tightly around his girlfriend. Loving her squishy, slightly chubby and small figure. The girl rested her head on his chest, her hands resting on top of his. Focus wandering. She soon drifted into a peaceful, content and happy sleep.

Her boyfriend watched her. He noticed the small things. Like the way she blinks with her eyes closed, an indication she was having a dream. The way she would make some expressions like the ones in her dreams. Or how her jaw had to be clenched shut, a habit she made as a kid out of fear of chomping on her tongue by accident.

He noticed how her cheeks flushed red when her body temperature was too high or when it was way too cold. And he even noticed how, when she has a deep sleep her lips get plumper.

He loved her with his whole heart and soul. He noticed all the details and little things. He loved how happy she'd look and feel when he pointed them out as well. It showed her that he cared a lot about her.

He smiled happily, lifting one of his hands up to play with some of her curls that had fallen free from her bun. He chuckled, watching it bounce back into place. He removed her hair tie carefully. Massaging her scalp and playing with her hair.

Soon enough, Seungmin found himself falling into a deep sleep as well.

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Jealousy (Joe Mazzello x Reader)

You are working with the Bohemian Rhapsody cast, you are their assistant. Whatever they want, you do. You loved this job, not only because you have gotten to meet Roger and Brian themselves, but you also get to see someone else. Joe. You've always thought that Joe was the most sexist of them all. You thought he looked so good that you would tease him almost everyday. You'd wear shorts skirts, short see through dresses, thongs, and tight jeans. You did those things so he'd notice, but unfortunately it looks like he hasn't. You'd never get a reaction out of him.

The one thing you did know is that he seemed to get jelouse very easily. You've noticed it durring our breaks. Since you were dying to get a rise out of him, you started talking to Ben Hardy much more. Ben was very hot, but you really wanted Joe. Sure enough, after three weeks he noticed it. Everytime you'd talk to Ben you could see him glaring at you from afar. You loved it. After all that, it brings us here at this very moment.....talking to Ben.

Y/N's p.o.v

"I love that dress you're wearing" Ben looked me up and down.

"Thankyou. I love it...it's short isn't it" I rubbed my hand against my smooth leg.

"It is, but I love it" Ben smirked.

By this time, I knew Joe was watching us from afar....

"I'm glad" I leaned in for a hug.

While I hugged Ben, I looked Joe directly in the eyes. I could tell that he was pissed by the way he was gripping onto the empty water bottle he had. I could hear the sound of it crushing the harder he gripped it. It was so sexy to watch...

"I'm going to go and talk to Roger and Brian. Do you wanna tag along?" Ben asked.

"No, I'm okay. You go ahead. I'll be right here if you need me" I smiled.

"Oh...I know" Ben winked before making his way to Brian and Roger.

"Y/N..." I heard Joe's voice.

I loved it when he'd call my name. It drove me insane...

"Yes...Mr. Mazzello?" I made walked towards him, going slow just to tease him.

"Follow me. Now"

"Very bossy, I see" I followed behind him.

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet"

"Oh, hey guys! Are you guys coming out to lunch with us? We're going to go out here in about 5 minutes" Rami stopped us.

"Su-" Joe cut me off.

"No, me and her need to talk. Don't wait up on us"

"Okay. See ya'll" He walked away.

We stopped at Joe's dressing room. As soon as he opened the door he pushed me in and locked it.

"I wanted to go. I'm hungry" I sighed.

"I'm hungry too....but not for food" Joe took off his jacket.

I couldn't see him that much. The only light we had was 4 lit candles. But I could still see all his stunning facial features he had.

"Sit" He demanded...

I sat down, crossing my legs....

"I bet you're hungry for something else too, aren't ya" Joe sat a few feet away from me in his chair.

"Depends. What are we talking about here?" I smirked, feeling myself get wet.

"I think we both know what I'm talking about. I believe you've been hungry for it since you met me. Isn't that right?" He got up.

He made his way behind the small couch I was sitting on. He moved my hair back, giving it a small pull. The way he pulled it almost made me moan. It felt so good....

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

I knew exactly what he was talking about...

"I think you know" He pulled the strap on my dress down.

"What if I don't" I looked turned back to look at him, licking my plump lips.

"Wearing your short skirts, tight jeans, short dresses, see through clothes with no bra or panties....and the worst of all...... wearing a sexy black thong"

Looks like I was wrong. He did notice it.

"I've known exactly what you've been doing. It has worked....it was almost torture. Do you know what you've been doing to me?" He stood in front of me, his crotch in my face.

"Enlighten me..." I looked up at him.

"What you've done to me is terrible. Making me go home everyday feeling so pissed, all because I couldn't have you to myself. Do you know what you would do to me when you'd talk to the other guys, or even look at them?"

I knew exactly what I did to him. I just wanted to hear every little detail....

"There were times when I just about raged at them. A fire building up inside me..." He clenched his fists.

"Every little move you made drove me absolutely wild, Y/N" He bent down, putting his index finger under my chin.

"Everyday that I couldn't bend you over and fuck you was terrible. I felt as if I was craving you. Dying to feel your body...dying to taste you" He started to kiss on my jawline, all the way down to the pulse area of my neck.

By now, I was dripping wet. I was so wet that my panties were soaked....

"Now tell me...after hearing all that I've said, can you tell me how hungry you are for me" He said agianst my neck, leaving small love marks.

"I was very hungry. I still am" I grabbed a handful of his auburn hair.

His hair was so nice and soft in between my fingers. I loved pulling it.

"Who said you can get all touchy" Joe hissed.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" I asked.

"Actually....we're going a little different" He got up, taking off his shirt.

"First we're going to start off with this..." He walked back over to me.

"What?"

"I want you to take off your dress" He stood there, his eyes dark and filled with lust.

I slid off my dress, taking off my heels...

"You look even better without that dress of yours. Fuck" He palmed himself through his jeans.

I loved watching him rub himself. It made me want to taste him even more....

"You like that, Mr. Mazzello?"

"My name is not 'Mr. Mazzello' in here. It's 'Sir'. If you say anything other than that, you will be punished. You will have three warnings" Joe sat down on the couch, signaling for me to come over to him.

"Sit on my knee"

I turned around, my backside facing him.

"No I want you to sit on my knee, but facing me" He slapped my ass.

"Shit" I moaned, sitting on his knee.

I looked him in his eyes, touching his chest toned chest.

"I want you to ride my knee, darling" He kissed my hand.

I was more than happy too. Anything he told me to do, I would do it. I craved him just as much as he craved me....

I started off slow, rocking my hips back and forth on his knee. It felt so very good, I could barley contain myself.

"Fuck" I moaned, touching my breasts.

"You're a dirty girl aren't you. You're my dirty girl" Joe unhooked my bra.

It fell to the floor, letting him have full access to my breasts. He took this opportunity to lick and suck on my hard nipples.

"Oh Joe" I moaned, rolling my eyes back in pleasure.

The way his toung moved felt so good. The way he bit my nipples made me feel a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was perfect.

"What's my name?" He stopped, looking up at me.

"Sir" I let out a breath, feeling nervous.

He was now some dominant towards me. I never would have expected him to be like this. Sorry dirty, so sexy.....it was definitely a sight to see.

"Good girl" He slapped my ass.

After a few moments of grinding on his knee, he couldn't take anymore...

"I want you to lay down and spread your legs" He let me off of his knee.

I did as I was told, feeling more and more nervous. He crawled on top of me, looking me in the eyes.

"You've been such a dirty girl. I would love to fuck you so hard right now..." He paused.

"But, I can't. I have to punish you for all the times you've tortured me first" He slowly took my panties off.

I wanted him so bad it was painful...

"The rules are that you can't touch me and you can't moan. If you do any of those things....you'll regret it" He rubbed my smooth thighs.

"Can you do that for me, Y/N?" He bit down on his bottom lip.

I nodded, knowing that I should do as I was told.

"You only get three warnings" He said before going down in between my legs.

Without saying a thing, he started licking at my wet folds. It felt so good. I didn't know how I was going to be able to contain myself. It was sure going to be a challenge.

"Mmm" I hummed in pleasure.

Since I knew I would get three warnings, I reached down and trailed my fingers down his toned back.

"Not so fast bsby" He said, pushing my arms over my head, holding them down.

He started swirling his tounge around my clit, making me close my legs in a bit. I had a very sensitive clit.

"Oh my" I whispered, trying my best not to moan.

He then started tounge fucking me. That almost made me cum. I didn't know if I could take it. While he continued to tounge fuck me, he moved his hands over to my breasts, giving them a hard squeeze. I adjusted my hips, feeling him try to lap up all of my juices.

"You taste so good. I could eat you out all day" He licked his lips, getting every last bit of me off of his lips.

"I want you..." I said.

"How bad do you want me? Tell me" He undid his jeans, palming himself.

"I want you more than anything. My wet pussy is aching for you" I smirked, moving my hips forward.

That was enough to make him drop his pants and underwear. I wanted this badly, he did as well....

"I want you to turn around and get on your knees with your ass towards me" He said, stroking his hard cock, dripping with cum.

I got in the doggy style position, shaking my ass to tease him.

"You want this cock inside your tight cunt?" I felt him rub his tip on my ass.

"Yes, sir. So badly" I reached my hand down to rub my clit.

"Good girl" He slapped my ass, lining himself up with my dripping pussy.

Without any prep, he thrusted himself deep inside me. The feeling of his thick and long cock inside me made me moan...

"You can not moan or cum until I say" He began to thrust himself inside me faster and deeper.

"Y-Yes sir" I answerd him, my eyes rolling back because of the amazing pleasure I was feeling.

"Your cunt is so wet and tight. You like the way I feel inside you?" He whispered in my ear, pulling my hair to make me arch my back.

"Yes" I said, trying my hardest not to moan.

"I want you to scream my name, showing everyone how good I fuck you. Letting Ben know I'm deep inside you" He dug into my back with his fingers.

"Now!" He slapped my ass harder than before, the sound still ringing in my ears.

"Joe!" I moaned.

After a few seconds of him pounding me, I felt that firmilliar feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was going to cum.

"Louder!" He gripped my hips, pulling me back towards him so he could fuck me harder.

He was fucking me so hard the couch and the table next to it, started shaking. All you could hear was the sound of our skin slapping together, and his grunts and groaning.

"Joe!" I screamed, feeling my walls tighten around him.

"Shit...I'm going to fuck a fucking baby into you" He moaned, pulling on my hair even tighter.

I knew that by now he was about to cum, and so was I....

"Cum for me baby!" He leaned up, grabbing my left breast with his soft large hand.

"Joe!" I moaned once again, cumming on his dick.

"Fuuucck!" He came inside me, pulling out when he was finished.

"Look at all that cum dripping out of your pussy" He said, getting a bit on his finger.

I got his hand, licking that finger that had mine and his cum on it. It tasted sweet and salty. It was perfect...

"Shit. That was the best sex I've had" Joe said, moving some of his hair out of his face.

"I agree. I'm so glad I teased you" I let out a breath, feeling exhausted.

"Me too.....but I need to ask you something" He looked over to me, making me stop what I was doing.

"What?"

"Will you be mine, and only mine?" He asked, putting his clothes back on.

"What do you mean? Like for sex?" I asked, getting my soaked panties back on.

"Okay, we'll I tried to say this in a smooth way but....will you be my sexy, gorgeous, hot, funny, and wonderful girlfriend?" He asked, putting his shirt back on.

I only stood there, not saying a word. I knew exactly what the answer was....I didn't even have to think about it.

"Yes" I put my dress on, walking over to him.

"Come here" He grabbed both sides of my face, giving me a large passionate kiss on the lips.

"I know we just had sex but...I love you" He whispered to me, wrapping his arms around me.

"It could just be the lust but, I love you too".....

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