#Daniel osbourne x reader

[prose-for-hire]

i have a scenario one… spike or oz goes to the bronze and the bartender is late for their shift so they just throw one of the servers (who is kinda awkward) in the pit to try and help but they have no idea what they are doing they only know how to crack open a beer and people keep asking for cocktails and (spike or oz) chat and try to help them through it or at least make them feel better

A/n: I chose Oz! Hope that’s okay, love! Thanks for this one I really enjoyed it !! Warning for a swear word at the end couldn’t resist lol 💖

It was two for one cocktail night. And the bartender who insisted that the Bronze introduced cocktail night was doing his usual disappearing act.

He hadn’t shown up for his shift, he was more than two hours late. You had muttered that he had better be dead or he has no valid excuses left to use.

You knew it wasn’t really very nice to joke about that sort of thing especially in Sunnydale but you were about 99% sure he was a vampire anyway. You never saw him in daylight.

Either way, the manager had all but grabbed you round the collar and threw you at the bar. You didn’t know the first thing about making drinks and it looked like it might not be something you could learn in a night.

To make matters more embarrassing the guy you had feelings for was sat at the bar when you walked up. Oz.

You had met him at a few gigs and he was a regular at the Bronze but he wasn’t much of a talker so you tended to fill the silence with a running commentary that just turned to babble. You got on well though, you had plenty of shared interests.

Now he was watching you frown at the liquor that confronted you as a bunch of young people jostled behind the bar and shouted hundreds of orders at you.

You greeted him when you noticed him looking and beamed at him when he ordered a beer. A beer, you could do. But when it came to the cocktails? This was going to be a mess.

You had a book to refer to and you tried to set to work. You just about got away with the first couple of orders. You convinced someone to help you behind the bar who was just as clueless as you but could help tackle the demanding customers.

When things settled down a bit, you even had the chance to chat to Oz a little.

“Cranberry”

“You ordered a beer! They don’t do cranberry beer… do they?” He smiled softly at your panicked question, shaking his head slightly.

“You’re missing cranberry in there” he pointed at the glass you had spent ten minutes remaking when you shook the contents onto the floor.

“Oh, right! Yeah, I… I knew that”

The girl came up and shouted in your face just as you added cranberry to her drink. She took one sip and screamed until the whole place went still and stared in your direction. She clearly wasn’t a fan of your attempt.

After she stormed away, you were already attempting another cocktail unsure whether to say anything to the guy at the end of the bar about what had just happened. You didn’t want to make an awkward situation more awkward.

“Tough crowd tonight” Oz offered before you could think of a suitable thing to say, you smiled in relief and he nodded. He took a sip of his beer as he watched you.

After a while you got into a rhythm. Oz spent a lot of time in bars, it came with the territory of being in a band. He listed off the ingredients and you hurriedly tried to combine them with minimal spillages.

You noticed he had finished his beer a while ago and didn’t order another. He was sitting there just to spend time with you.

He made you laugh, telling you about the worst experiences he had at gigs around the state and made comments to make you feel better about the cocktails.

He spoke a lot more than usual, perhaps it was the beer or to make you feel better or maybe it was also that he had decided he would finally ask you out.

Eventually the bartender arrived and you were too happy to get out from behind the bar to listen to his anger about the mess you had made with broken glass and half made cocktails.

You ducked under the bar and stood beside Oz, theatrically wiping your brow which made that cute half-smile of his appear on his face. It was rare but you loved it when he smiled that way.

“Wanna get a drink?”

“Anything but a fucking cocktail” you laughed, nodding enthusiastically.

He smiled at you, a dreamy look on his face as he did. You were the one. He had never been more sure.

#oz #daniel oz osbourne #oz x reader #oz imagine #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #btvs imagine #btvs x reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader

[council-of-readers]

How Angel, Oz, and Giles Help You Deal With Paranoia

Request: Will you pleas do platonic headcanons about Angel, Oz, and Giles helping the reader cope with paranoia when you have time?

Apologies for the wait, and the length. I hope you enjoy them!

~•~

Angel:

He gets it.

Maybe not personally, but he's dealt with enough problems of his own that he has a good grasp on what you're going through.

Angel tends to focus more on distraction to help you cope, as he's found that helps him. 

Might provide reality checks occasionally, though he tends to just listen. 

If you’re really struggling with a belief, he will step in and try and reality check you, but he isn’t pushy with it. 

He knows you genuinely believe it and he does everything he can to make it easier on you. Angel isn’t great at talking about it, though.

He tends to ignore it unless you bring it up because he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing or make things worse for you. At most, he makes sure to just be around you more and make sure you’re safe, even if he doesn’t talk about why he’s hanging around.

This man is incredibly awkward, even around his friends, but he means well and tries his best to do everything he can for you.

Angel does recognize that you need more help than just he can provide, so he does encourage you to get in contact with a professional who can talk you through them and give you better coping skills.

He’s really aware of the shoddy state of mental health care in America through his dealings with the downtrodden and helpless. 

Any professional you see will be vetted by him.

It’s a requirement.

If they’re satisfactory, come hell or high water, Angel will get you to your sessions.

And, he will absolutely help you with exercises that need to be done at home. 

Most of all, he’s just here for you throughout the entire process.

Oz:

Oz isn’t educated on what it means for you to be actually living with paranoia.

His only experience with it is from... altered states of mind.

He listens, though, if you want to explain your experience with it.

Willow is definitely called on for help, if you’re comfortable with it. She took Psych, so while Willow isn’t an expert, she’s a little more educated than Oz and can lead him in the right direction.

He won’t tell her if you don’t want him to, of course.

Oz is flattered that you trust him enough to confide in him.

Like Angel, Oz isn’t really chatty. 

There isn’t much he can do to help besides offer you a safe place to go when things are getting particularly tough.

He will help you formulate a crisis plan, if that’s something that would help you.

You’ll both have a copy.

He’ll put music for you to listen to, even going so far as to make you a mix tape of his favourite bands and artists. 

His number will obviously be on there. Willow’s, too, if she knows.

You’ll brainstorm coping skills that have worked for you together and calming things to do when symptoms get especially bad.

Plus, you’re always welcome over there with him. 

He’s really relaxed in general, so you can pop by his place any time and you will always have a place to stay.

The only nights he isn’t there are touring/show nights, and of course wolf-out nights. Even then you’re still welcome.

He even makes you your own personalized key.

Overall, Oz isn’t the most helpful, but he’s absolutely supportive and does whatever he can.

Giles:

Giles takes it very seriously. 

Man dedicates himself to research.

He will even try and find spells that might be able to alleviate the worse symptoms, but there aren’t really many that are safe.

Once he’s exhausted the magic side of things, he turns to conventional support techniques and medical research.

He is happy you came to him for help and support, but the responsibility overwhelms him a bit.

It’ll take some reassurance on your part to convince him he’s not accidentally making your life horrible.

Once he gets a handle on the things that help you, Giles goes out of his way to help you out. Nothing is too big of an inconvenience for him if it can make things easier for you.

Giles is incredibly good at validating your feelings without encouraging your paranoia.

He will have long conversations with you about it, if you’d like.

And you will feel safe the entire time.

He never talks down to you or patronizes you, and he takes it incredibly seriously. 

He makes a conscious effort to listen to you and help you feel heard.

Giles will also encourage you to seek help. He’s more pushy than Angel about it, but will understand if you aren’t ready.

He will help you through therapy the best he can, especially if it brings up more symptoms and things get tricky for a while.

He’s incredibly understanding and caring and will do everything possible to help you out, even if that’s just lending you a shoulder you can cry on.

#@ anon #happy now >:( #angel x reader #angel headcanons #angel x reader headcanons #oz x reader #oz x reader headcanons #daniel osbourne x reader #giles x reader #rupert giles headcanons #rupert giles x reaer #btvs #btvs headcanons #btvs x reader #tw drug mention #tw paranoia #paranoia #drug mention

[imaginemalereader]

I saw that you wrote for Buffy? I was wondering if I could please request headcanons for being willows bestfriend and falling for oz please

Being Willow’s best friend and falling for Oz

You and Willow told each other everything

And what you didn’t tell each other was because you just figured it out

She knew immediately when you had a crush on someone and it didn’t take her long to figure out it was the cute guitarist

She admitted that she too had had feelings for him but she had also told you she was curious about girls too and currently had her eye on a certain witch she had met

She was happy to try to wingman for you but you both knew exactly how well that would go so instead she decided to leave you to it

A big part of being best friends with Willow meant talking about your feelings so you made sure she was fine, really truly fine, with you shooting your shot with him

She really was fine with it, she thought you too would be cute together

Oz reacted about how you would expect, which is to say with not a lot of words

He did smile and blush a little at your confession

And yes, he did like you as well

Already being friends and among the Scoobies let you skip some of the awkward get to know you parts

Your dates often included music in some form or admittedly patrolling cemeteries at night and talking or just being in the same space together

Willow suggested some double dates with her and Tara which were shockingly fun and less weird than you had expected them to be

You all got over the whole ex-partner and new sexuality thing pretty easily which helped all off you relax and feel more comfortable together

Oz’s werewolfing felt different and Willow was there to help you through his transitions and the aftermaths

Having Tara, she was very supportive of the two of you and you and Oz were happy for them as well

The rest of the Scoobies found it a bit strange at first but they adapted too

Willow gave good advice about dealing with some of the more difficult parts of Oz and you definitely complained to her if and when he got on your nerves

But really, you were happy with Oz, he was happy with you, and you got to maintain your friendship with Willow so safe to say your relationships were all in order exactly how you wanted them

#buffy the vampire slayer imagine #btvs imagine #btvs oz #oz imagine #daniel osbourne imagine #btvs headcanons #buffy headcanons #x male reader #x male!reader #x neutral reader

[witchy-weve-monbebe]

Masterlist

There are certain characters/idols/actors/singers that I will not write smut for for my own personal reasons because I feel like I wouldn't write it well enough that I'd be okay posting it for the world to see. This is indicated by a ○ by the name. (Ex. ○ Made Up Name from BlahBlah ○)

Free to request:

Kpop:

Oneus

Onewe

TAN

Monsta X

E'last

MCND

SHINee

AB6IX

OnlyOneOf

WayV

A.C.E

EXO

Xia (Junsu)

Bands/singers:

Shouta Aoi

Buck-Tick

Characters:

Matt Miller (Saints Row: The Third, Saints Row 4)

Ai Mikaze (UtaPri)

Licht von Glanzreich (Royal Tutor)

Yuri Shibuya (Kyo Kara Maoh!)

Wolfram von Bielefelt (Kyo Kara Maoh!)

Conrad/Conrart Weller (Kyo Kara Maoh!)

○Buffy Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)○

○Willow Rosenburg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)○

Oz/Daniel Osbourne (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Hannibal Lector (Hannibal)

Will Graham (Hannibal)

Indiana Jones (and select characters)

Note: other characters from shows listed are potentially options, just ask first

On Hold - Not accepting requests:

Actors:

Chris Pine

Ben Barnes

Mads Mikkelsen

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Feel free to request any idols, if I know them I can write for them! If there is an actor/character that you'd like to know about just send me an ask and I'll you know if I know enough to write for them! I do gender neutral readers and fem/afab readers mostly and usually more smut with a dom reader.

Reminder that I do more than just smut

I write:

Fluff

Smut

Angst (with happy endings)

Fantasy

YA

Other original romances

Horror

#Oneus #Onewe #OnlyOneOf #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #willow rosenberg #oz #daniel osbourne #spike #buck-tick x reader #hisashi imai #kyo kara maoh #kyou kara maou #shadow and bone #matt miller #saints row #gender neutral reader #matt miller x reader #saints row x reader #mcnd x reader #tan x reader #buck tick #buck-tick #buck tick x reader #sakurai atsushi #imai hisashi #atsushi sakurai #yutaka higuchi #higuchi yutaka

[jackandthesoulmates]

Daniel “Oz” Osbourne Custom Bingo Masterlist

Dinner Date

Wet Dreams

Rescure Mission

Dirty Talk

Free Space

Going to Comic Con

Keeping a Secret

Drive-In Movie Theatre

Aftercare [AO3 | tumblr]

#rae's custom bingo #fictional-affairs #padalelli's custom bingo #padalelli #daniel oz osbourne #bvts #buffy the vampire slayer #oz x reader #oz x giles

[beauenfer]

𝙊 𝙕 𝙎 𝙀 𝙍 𝙄 𝙀 𝙎

Fanfic series for Oz...

🥀 ━━ smut 🖤 ━━ absolute foul heartbreak

⚡️ ━━ angst ♥️ ━━ pure wholesomeness

☁️ ━━ fluff �� ━━ just a tad steamish

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━━━━━━ *ೃ༄ ↴

#oz btvs #btvs fanfic #btvs imagine #btvs fanfiction #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #oz imagine #Oz fanfic #Oz #daniel osbourne #oz x reader

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

FRIENDS- Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne

Pairing: Daniel Osbourne x Reader

Characters: Daniel Osbourne

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- "I just want to cuddle and watch FRIENDS."

Word Count: 411

Author: Aaron

“Are you scared?” Oz sat with his quilt pulled up to his chin and his eyes fixed on the television as you sat on a beaten-up desk chair next to him.

“Well, I’ve don’t it enough times. You never really get to enjoy it you just have to kind of get on with it.” He freed one arm just enough to raise a steaming cup of freshly brewed tea to his lips, this was the first time since being with Oz that a full moon was going to rise.

“Is there anything I can do to help? I already know what to do when… it… actually happens, but can I make you more comfortable?” He looked at you and smiled.

"I just want to cuddle and watch FRIENDS."  The edge of the college quilt lifted, it was a tight fit for the both of you in your single bed, but it just meant that you had to cuddle closer together. At the press of a button the all-too familiar tune began to play, Oz may have been a bit down thanks to the upcoming monthly event, but even he could not stop the corners of his lips from curling and neither of you could resist the four successive claps, over the last few days Oz didn’t really seem himself, but with the addition of comforting warm drinks and the jovial antics of six best friends must have cheered him up.

“Are you scared?” He looked over, his hand caressed your cheek and his delicate fingers ran trenches through your hair. “You don’t have to be, I’ve done this countless times. You, Buffy and Willow will lock me in the cell and then leave me there for the night. Simple.”

“You don’t think I’m leaving you alone all night? No chance in hell Oz.”

“It’s fine babe, it isn’t like the library. That place is secure. No need putting yourself under stress. I don’t want you to watch.” He turned back but you spun him towards you.

“I’m not leaving. I can bring a chair Oz. How could you even expect me to just come up here and write out a paper whilst you’re down there turning into… that.”

“It’s still me under there. It isn’t ‘that’ in that cage, it’s still me. Just because it isn’t the me that you’re used to. Don’t bother helping.” He put his clothes on and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

#FRIENDS #Oz Imagine #Oz #Oz One Shot #Daniel Osbourne Imagine #Daniel Osbourne #Daniel Osbourne One Shot #Buffy The Vampire Slayer Imagine #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #Buffy The Vampire Slayer One Shot #BTVS Imagine #BTVS One Shot #BTVS #Aaron #Request

[ao3feed-sherlockfemslash]

Fandom One-Shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vz14kb

by SkylerMonez45

A collection of X Reader Oneshots for a lot of fandoms.

Words: 1468, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare, Shadowhunters (TV), Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud, Supernatural, Sherlock (TV), Girl Meets World, Wizards of Waverly Place, Gilmore Girls, Once Upon a Time (TV), Psych, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Chronicles of Narnia (Movies), Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Stranger Things (TV 2016), Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson, The West Wing, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), Hamilton - Miranda

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Relationships: Harry Potter/Reader, Ron Weasley/Reader, Hermione Granger/Reader, Oliver Wood/Reader, Fred Weasley/Reader, George Weasley/Reader, Neville Longbottom/Reader, Jace Herondale/Reader, Alec Lightwood/Reader, Isabelle Lightwood/Reader, Clary Fairchild/Reader, Simon Lewis/Reader, Raphael Santiago/Reader, Sebastian Morgenstern/Reader, Magnus Bane/Reader, Anthony Lockwood/Reader, George Cubbins/Reader, Lucy Carylye/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Dean Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Sherlock Holmes/Reader, John Watson/Reader, James Moriarty/Reader, Riley Matthews/Reader, Maya Hart/Reader, Lucas Friar/Reader, Josh Matthews/Reader, Alex Russo/Reader, Justin Russo/Reader, Rory Gilmore/Reader, Lorelai Gilmore/Reader, Luke Dane/Reader, Dean Forrester/Reader, Jess Mariano/Reader, Logan Hutzenberger/Reader, David Nolan | Prince Charming/Reader, Peter Pan/Reader, Killian Jones/Reader, Henry Mills/Reader, Shawn Spencer/Reader, Juliet O'Hara/Reader, Carlton Lassiter/Reader, Burton Lassiter/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, natasha Romanoff/reader, Peter Quill/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Loki/Reader, Peter Pevensie/Reader, Edmund Pevensie/Reader, Susan Pevensie/Reader, Newt Scamander/Reader, Tina Goldstein/Reader, Queenie Goldstein/Reader, Steve Harrington/Reader, Nancy Wheeler/Reader, Jonathan Byers/Reader, Jim Hopper/Reader, Billy Hargrove/Reader, Evan Hansen/Reader, Connor Murphy/Reader, Josh Lyman/Reader, Sam Seaborn/Reader, Toby Ziegler/Reader, CJ Cregg/Reader, Angel/Reader, Rupert Giles/Reader, Xander Harris/Reader, Daniel "Oz" Osbourne/Reader, Willow Rosenberg/Reader, Buffy Summers/Reader, Alexander Hamilton/Reader, Thomas Jefferson/Reader, Angelica Schuyler/Reader, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler/Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vz14kb

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #sherlock

[prose-for-hire]

A place to call your own

Pairing: Oz x fem!Harris!reader

Request: thank you 😊It's an Oz request(I still miss him) . I mean, I LOVE Willow and Tara, but what about my favorite werewolf? what if instead of Willow, Oz fell in love with the other witch, yn? she's Xander sister and they have been together since high school. what do you think?

Requested by: @ateliefloresdaprimavera​ - sorry about the wait love 💖

Being Xander’s sister was, at times, trying. He was a minute older than you and never let you forget it. He made fun of you, knocked on the bathroom non-stop when you were using it and made jokes at the most inappropriate times. Despite this, you did love him and he did often protect you like a big brother. He was the only one he thought should be able to tease you.

That was why it was simultaneously scary and exciting to be moving out of the family home and in with Oz. Even if you hadn’t been ridiculously in love and pleased to move in with him, it beat taking Xander on in hand-to-hand combat over who gets the grand prize of living in that dank basement.

You had both graduated high school and you were starting college in the fall. Oz was taking a year out to focus on his band and was going to join you in your studies in a year.

Xander had been shocked and tried to talk you out of it at first, worrying that if Oz started touring, he would leave you for someone else - leaving you heartbroken. You appreciated his concern, but you wished he wouldn’t always muscle his way into your relationship. After talking it over and him seeing how in love you and Oz were, he tried to be supportive.

You and Oz had been together since high school. He had seen you in the crowd at the Bronze before his set, drinking and laughing with your friends. When he eventually got up on stage, the Bronze was slow that night. Nobody was on the dancefloor and the band was starting to waver from the energy they usually held.

It was hard for them to get into the music when there was no energetic crowd. You had smiled softly, watching Oz, nodding your head in time before stepping onto the dancefloor. You began dancing by yourself to begin with, but you didn’t appear embarrassed at all.

Oz smiled as you had caught his eye, a smile that he only ever reserved for you. As if this smile, that tilts off to the side slightly in the cutest way, only started happening since he saw you.

People stared for a while but eventually more and more of them joined you, including Willow and the others. You hadn’t even used any magic to bring the crowd in.

Even before Oz got to know you, before he had even spoken to you he thought there was magic about you. He thought you were special. He was proved right, and told you as such, almost every day since he had this thought.

Not just because of how much of a powerful witch you had become in the time since you had known and started to date him. But because of the way you cared for others, the way your heart was never closed to someone that needed any kind of assistance.

You were a practicing witch. Your main practice working with healing and herbal remedies. It fit your personality perfectly. You cared so deeply for people and it made Oz fall deeper and deeper in love with you.

This type of magic came in handy if the Scoobies or yourself ended up getting wounded in a fight. And it especially came in useful once you realised you had a werewolf for a boyfriend. You sat with him, bars between you, every full moon. You never left his side despite him insisting you shouldn’t have to.

You wanted to, though. You were his, by his side for always.

Oz adored you. You were confident but not overbearing. You were in tune with him and very empathetic. He particularly loved the way you were able to find the beauty in anything, but not oblivious to the world’s horrors. You were well-rounded and he fell in love with you so deeply. As you did with him.

He wasn’t a man of many words, but the words he did utter where usually for you. They were sensitive and completely from the soul. He could be so meaningful, make you feel so blessed to be with him. He was also incredibly funny, his dry humour matching yours.

You complimented each other so well. You could pick the other up if you were to ever fall. Your vices were his strengths and vice versa. You had moved in, your friends helping you move your boxes into your new place. You settled in together. He loved the way you smiled so excitedly at the prospect of living together.

It was a place you could call your own. Just for you and him. A place that meant safety, protection of the other. Where you could return after long days and challenging nights. This meant that no matter how long you spent apart, how much you missed each other, you would always come back to each other.

It was a promise. That this was serious. That this meant so much to you. You had smiled over at him when your friends left, unable to stop grinning the entire day. You eventually settled into bed beside each other, settling to finish the rest of the unpacking the next day.

It was the first morning waking up side-by-side in your shared home. In each other’s arms without having to be ripped away from him. For one of you to go back home or leave to go somewhere else.

This morning was yours. Just the two of you.

You woke slowly, settling into the warmth of the sheets. You saw that the morning sun had risen and you muttered something, sliding the curtains open to let the light in.

The glow of the late morning sun filtered in slowly. The glow of the room warming you from the inside out. The light danced around you, casting soft patterns around the room. The sun was shining, everything was well. Your mood couldn’t falter when he was here with you. Lying by your side.

He had rolled over, his body pressed against yours. He liked your warmth, enjoyed the sensation of you by his side. His soft breathing telling you he was still asleep. You couldn’t help smiling as he instinctually wrapped his arm around your middle. It was protective and he was ensuring you were still there.

You were in a nest of blankets and bedclothes. It was the way you usually slept but together it was so much sweeter. Wrapped up together, bundle in such warming adoration.

“I love you” He whispered through a small smile. He pressed several soft kisses to the back of your neck from where his head was resting. You sighed, this was bliss. You couldn’t imagine waking up anymore without him being there.

You turned, rolled back so that you could face him. Still in his arms. His hand rubbing soothingly against you as you pressed yourself comfortably against him.

He had dyed his hair black again. You liked it this way. You liked it any way he styled it, really. You ran your hands through his hair and he closed his eyes at the sensation. That small smile on his lips again. The soft one, that he only did when it was you and him. When he was comfortable.

Your fingers massaging his scalp a little before you just rested your hand there on the nape of his neck. You leaned in, pressing such a soft kiss to his lips. It was a peck against his lips, chaste but full of so much feeling.

So many possibilities stretched before you. Your entire lives, you were sure of it. Oz was so full of heart. His feelings were always yours. He spoke them as if they were casual things. As if he was talking about the weather or the like.

But his words could be so moving. They could mean so much and he spoke them as if these were thoughts everyone had. Could say them so nonchalantly. You made sure he knew just how much you felt for him. How you adored him. How you loved him.

You shared such natural physical affection. He enjoyed it. The way your love appeared to vibrate through your body and into his. At a mere touch.

There was nothing you couldn’t face together. You knew, somewhere within that you would never lose him. That real, honest love such as this could never die. Nor dry up. The well of your love held an everlasting abundance.

You had so much hope. For the future. Only with him.

#Oz #Oz x reader #Oz imagine #Oz x you #Daniel osbourne #Daniel osbourne x reader #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #btvs #btvs x reader #btvs imagine #btvs x you

[council-of-readers]

Oz Helping You Decorate Headcanons

Request: Will you please write something about Oz helping the reader decorate for Halloween?

~•~

Oz is a master decorator.

All those years of helping his band set up the stage have really paid off.

Halloween decorations are a little outside of his realm of experience, but he knows how to set the mood of a room.

His go to is cobwebs.

Cobwebs everywhere.

A little too many, maybe, but he is fantastic at setting them up.

He splurges, too, and gets the glow in the dark kind. The type with little plastic spiders, too.

They looked so realistic, you almost got freaked out when you came out to see how things were going.

You had been sent on a candy run.

Sure, Halloween wasn't for another few weeks, but the two of you were allowed to eat candy whenever you pleased, and chocolatey goodness went well with decorating.

The next go to was a fog machine. It would only be turned on occasionally, like if you had people over, or for the trick or treaters.

He also brought this mechanic candy bowl with a fake witches hand that would grab at you when you moved to grab a sweet.

It cackled. Which made you giggle. It was kind of adorable.

Oz also helped you out up prop skeletons across the apartment, strategically placing them to be a little hidden from sight.

He'd also move them around to freak you out.

Of course, he'd deny it, but you knew.

Either that or you had another ghost on your hands, which wasn't a pleasant thought.

Once the decorating had been finished, the two of you curled up on the couch.

October day time TV always had the worst movies on, and you guys lived for it. Oz would actually insist on watching bad werewolf movies.

For some reason he found them absolutely hysterical.

Though, he would point out every single mistake in them.

Mainly because he knew it gave you a laugh.

#oz x reader #31 days of buffy #31 days of buffy: day twenty #oz btvs #daniel osbourne #daniel osbourne x reader #btvs x reader #buffyverse x reader

[witchy-weve-monbebe]

could i perhaps request an oz x reader from buffy the vampire slayer? I didnt get to check your list yet but you reblogged some stuff so i was just wondering! please dont feel obligated to write one just for me tho! thank you :))))))

Yes of course! I can definitely write one for you, I might just take a little bit for it. I'll try to remember to put the link here for you as well~

#buffy the vampire slayer #oz #daniel osbourne #oz x reader #btvs #btvs x reader

[prose-for-hire]

Sleepless in Sunnydale

Pairing: Oz x reader

Request: hi! can I please request some oz x fem!reader fluff? he’s so adorable 🥺

Requested by: Anonymous

 You had missed him so much. Your Oz. The night, that was usually yours and his had been spent lonesome. You hated sleeping in bed alone. Or, lying there and staring at the ceiling desperately trying to catch a moment of rest.

Your mind already worried about him. Already barely relaxed when you both knew it was a full moon. He struggled, always concerned he would hurt someone. You always reassured him, stayed with him as often as possible.

He didn’t like you watching him change, it worried him more having you in close proximity. You always came to check on him though, you just had to. Especially if you couldn’t sleep. You often sat beside him as he paced the cage.

But recently Willow and Xander offered to sit with him, explaining that everyone would take it in shifts. so he wouldn’t be lonely. You barely slept at this time of the month and they wanted to ease your mind at least somewhat.

And yet, still, even with this assurance, his lack of presence made you toss and turn. The bed appeared to expand, leaving you in the centre of a vast wasteland. A desolate space that your single form just couldn’t fill.

Not even the duvet would warm you up. The bedclothes kicked away and cast from your body. If it wasn’t him, it didn’t feel right. Nothing could compare.

You felt sorely lacking when he wasn’t by your side. Your boyfriend, he meant the world to you. He didn’t have to say anything and you were instantly soothed. You adored him. Would be by his side through anything just as you know he felt the same for you.

You were in deep and happily so. He was the most loving, doting boyfriend.

You hated being away from him for even a moment. It was only through the night and only for three days of the months, as it always was. But there was something about this, the concern that one day something may happen and you would be left this way. Longing for him.

Lonely and cold in this bed. Without him.

The light began to filter into the room. It was soft light, reading as hopeful. That this morning signified the end of the three nights where he would be away from you.

A whole month stretched before you, where you wouldn’t have to worry. It would just be you and him. He told you he found it sweet how clingy you were. He said it affectionately and it had made a heat rise in your cheeks which he pointed out was even cuter.

You were going to get changed and quickly go and meet him at the cage he used to keep himself and the population safe. You rolled over in bed, a smile starting to form on your face that you would be seeing him soon.

Your eyes cast to the doorway. And there he was. As if you had teleported him there yourself. His heart a magnet that attracted to yours in an instant. You could never be apart for long. He would explain that Xander grabbed his clothes and unlocked him as soon as he changed back. He smiled and watched your face brighten.

The room appeared to warm. More so now that his presence was in it. The atmosphere making the room glow. With love, with the rising sun. You began to get up out of bed but he shook his bed lightly, taking off his shoes and sliding in beside you fully clothed.

He couldn’t resist joining you in bed this way. Didn’t want either of you to leave now he saw a precious moment for the both of you. Just you. Together.

He lay back, flat on his back knowing you would want to settle into his side the way you always would. Looping your arm around his torso, slipping your hand underneath the fabric of his band t-shirt and settling against his skin. Rubbing your thumb softly against the skin.

He always made this noise, this expel of breath and a kind of noise that appreciated the action. It always made you smile. He leant in and pressed a kiss against the top of your head as you nestled further into him.

You couldn’t help just being ridiculously happy in his presence. You instantly forgot all of the desperate longing and worry you had through the previous night. Like this, together, it was bliss.

In his arms, with him wrapped in yours, you could be purely in the moment. Just the both of you in this wonderful moment. Tender and loving. 

“Did you miss me?” You whispered, you would always get this way because you felt so safe with him. That he would never make you feel embarrassed for asking this way.

“Hm?” He said, between the kisses he had been landing against the top of your head. Both of you were just basking in the feeling. Of being together. It was a need. You adored him and he hated to be away from you even though he insisted it.

“Just… asked if you missed me” You said it a little more embarrassed this time, hiding your face in the crook of his neck briefly before he coaxed you back to face him with his words.

“Yeah, I really did… always do y’know. I look at you sometimes and it’s like, wow, I’ve truly found someone. True love” he said the word at the end, his hands moving lazily to emphasise those words.

“You mean that? Because I feel that too” You said excitably which made him smile briefly before his face went neutral again, that way he does when he’s thinking. But rather than say anything as serious as you had been expecting, he turned to look at you as he spoke.

“And, well, I enjoy Y/n kissage” He smiled into the kiss you landed on his lips at his words.

You would spend the rest of the day in bed together. You would nap together through the rest of the morning, adoring each other. And pressing sleepy kisses every so often as you slept leaning into the other. You both needed to catch up on the sleep. It had been a sleepless night for the pair of you.

Only now, could you both relax. In the other’s company. You could feel safe and protected, wrapped around each other. You grasped yourself closer to him. You could never be close enough.

His grasp loosened and tightened as he fell in and out of a soft sleep. You would nestle together, the blankets bundled around you. The meaning of this moment was all the sweeter since you had been apart in this way. The affection you shared surrounded you. The beautiful glow of your love paired with the lazy afternoon heat made you feel on top of the world.

With him by your side, with his love, you could finally settle. Relax.

#Oz #daniel osbourne #Oz x reader #Oz x you #Oz imagine #btvs #btvs imagine #btvs x you #btvs x reader #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #buffyverse #gn #gender neutral

[prose-for-hire]

Life bites

Pairing: Oz x fem!werewolf!reader

Request: Oz? YES PLEASE! how about agirl who's also a werewolf, but sdhe hates her condition and is always shying away from others, that is until our sweet guy finds out and does all he can to help help and... feelings involved ;)

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Discussion and feelings of shame/guilt. Being a werewolf is described as being traumatic for the reader.

You hated the moon. Despised it. Cursed and swore blindly at it whenever you had the chance, or the ability to speak as it rose.

You were a werewolf. Not by choice. Although, you would be hard pressed to find someone who had become a werewolf by choice. You had been bitten one evening, you had been out later than your curfew. 

You blamed yourself for being out so late. For looking biteable and easy to take on without a fight. You were devastated when you realised. 

When you kept waking up in strange places, your mind spinning with part memories. Snapshots of horrific mutilation and blood. God, there was so much blood. Thick and rusted into your matted fur. Now, in your hair once you returned to your human form.

You were sick of taking showers with the water running red. Having to see it again made you have to relive the carnal massacre your demon side would partake in. Your whole body had wracked with sobs, masked by the shower.

Your family hadn’t understood. Had said your personality had almost changed overnight. That you were so angry and they didn’t understand why. So emotional and insular. You couldn’t dare tell them.

They couldn’t know, couldn’t be subjected to the danger. To the misery that had taken up residence in your chest. So you left home, trying to protect them. Drew into yourself. Trying to hide the shame that you felt. The shame that came along with your identity.

You had isolated yourself, moved to a new place. Sunnydale, it was called. There was a pull in your gut, you had been driving aimlessly and you just knew in your mind, body and soul that you needed to go there. To this town. For whatever reason.

You didn’t usually believe in fate, but you hadn’t believed in werewolves until two months ago so who were you to disbelieve?

You had lost your friends, unable to make new ones. You were more reserved around people, worried that your condition would get worse and become permanent. That you could hurt people. Infect them just by meeting their eyes as they spoke.

You folded in on yourself further, trying to be really small. Not taking up much space in public. You wanted to hide under the radar. You wanted, more than anything, not to be a threat to these innocent people.

You barely left your house, barricading the doors and windows before every full moon. You didn’t know how else to protect the population from yourself. It wasn’t completely effective. Sometimes you woke up in fields again, having broken out of the barricades.

You always woke up to your house having been trashed beyond repair. You had used to clear and replace everything but after the fourth month you had just left it. You still had a bed and a working sofa, so you decided you would be okay. You preferred hurting inanimate objects than living beings. The library fines were worth it, you decided.

You found yourself praying, calling out to every known deity. Trying to bargain with them. Assure that people wouldn’t have to suffer at your hand. You did this every day now.

You had started to frequent a library. It had an occult section. There was quite a large amount on werewolves. You were trying to figure out a way to stop it. A way to understand your condition. To manage it the best that you could.

You usually took all of your books and headed home pretty quickly. And this was what you were doing as you cut across the parking lot to get to your car.

What you didn’t see, as you had been watching your feet as you hurried across the tarmac was a guy. A cute guy at that.

You bumped into him and dropped one of the books you had been clutching to your chest. He had seen you around but you never stuck around long enough for him to strike up a conversation.

“Sorry, here” He picked it up and offered the book, before scanning his eyes across the front of the copy he was handing back. He half smiled at the irony. Werewolves.

“Oh, th-thank you” You stuttered, not accustomed to doing more than speaking to shop clerks when you had no other way out of it.

“Any good?” He asked, gesturing at the book.

“Haven’t read it” You mumbled, before becoming more and more evidently embarrassed. Oz stared, trying to figure something out. He opened his mouth as if to say something but you just nodded your thanks again and awkwardly shuffled to your car.

He watched you speed out of the parking lot, thinking a moment. Before shaking his head and carrying on to the record store that was next to the library. He couldn’t stop thinking about you though. Your demeanour. Your nervousness. He sensed something in you. And now, he couldn’t stop himself from worrying about you, despite not even knowing you.

He asked around, describing you but nobody recognised you. He frowned but he couldn’t forget your startled face. He had identified something in you, a similarity. Or something that spoke to him anyway.

All he knew was that he was supposed to talk to you. But he had more pressing issues himself as the full moon loomed. He had to prepare for his own transformation.

However you did bump into each other again, only this time as werewolves. Both of you had somehow managed to escape from your confines. As if it wasn’t only the moon calling that night. It was the promise of the other. Of that spark you had felt but pushed down when you met him the first time.

The night was fraught, you only had flashes of snarling and horror. Of blood and rage. Of a guiltless carnage that waited for you to awaken in your human form.

The one thing that he could cling to, the only glint of hope in an otherwise dreaded destiny was those eyes. When he woke up, he remembered them. They were the same eyes you had glanced in briefly when you bumped into each other in the parking lot.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you until he found you again. He had waited. Knowing you would probably be bringing your books back. And he was right, he saw you walking towards the library.

You had returned with only one of the several books you had left with and it was half torn up. Deep claw marks meaning that the library was never a free service to you. He knew, his hunch was right. Those eyes, he couldn’t pull his own away.

It had been troubling him, he hadn’t stopped thinking about you. His heart ached for you, he saw how lost you looked. The panic in your eye when anybody came close to you.

“Hey, y/n, right?” He asked but you were trying to rush past him.

“I can’t stay”

“I thought maybe we could hang, there’s a great record store down by-” Oz wanted to speak to you, try to offer a hand. Some support. He had needed it when it was new to him.

“Really, that’s kind, but you don’t understand-” You stopped

“I understand more than you think” He tried to hint, looking at the ground before looking back into your eyes.

“You couldn’t possibly-”

“Full moon. The deer in the cemetery” He barely spoke above a whisper, he never really said much about his own feelings. His own guilt. Especially not to strangers. But he saw the way the shame bit so deep. The way that the only thought that replayed on your mind was horror. And pain.

The animalistic part of you scared you. You were lost. But the man in front of you, though appearing cool and disaffected on the surface – you could almost see into his soul. Through those eyes that shone, you saw him. You really saw him, the same wolf you had met the night prior. The meal you had shared before you ran through the streets. Leaving destruction in your wake.

You nodded. Unable to verbally confirm what you both knew. His words made you choke on a sob. Your hands moving to your face, your shoulders wracked with emotion. Tears welling and then streaming.

A hand slid along your back, soothing you despite him knowing you didn’t feel you deserved it. He saw the good in you. The way you kept going despite the weight around your neck. The heavy burden of guilt upon your back. You carried it around with you everywhere. It weighed you down. The only colour in your otherwise black and white world was red.

“Trust me” he murmured. But you could see that he was being sensitive to you, to the way he knew so intimately that you must be feeling. You nodded, a decision you would thank yourself for down the line.

He brought you back to his place. His tone was soothing and level despite what you were both discussing. You found yourself missing his touch from that slight touch of comfort you had received earlier. It was the most contact you had in such a long time.

When you were in his home, he spoke to you, explaining ways to cope. About letting people support you which was something he had always struggled with. He even mentioned things that he had researched and found out himself. About shutting yourself away, which you explained you already did at the expense of your entire house.

He saw you, truly saw you. In a way nobody ever had before. You were more human to him than anyone he had met and you sensed this from him. Together, to the onlooker you could just be a guy and a girl talking. Hanging out without a care in the world.

He shook his head at your admittance, concerned for you. For how wherever you looked in your home you must see the destructive part of your nature. Viewing yourself as a monster before a woman. He could almost feel your emotions as his own. You shakily shared experiences, ones you hadn’t dared to say out loud before. Spoke about other things, less serious.

You weren’t used to company, let alone speaking to people anymore. So that day you had been extremely emotional. Your voice dwindled into a hoarse whisper. But he knew about being quiet. Not having the words. He had been this way. Now he had grown to not mind what people thought.

You met him almost every week after this. Finally beginning to let someone in. You slowly got to know each other. In this time, his feelings for you blossomed. He even began to give you guitar lessons. Writing thoughts and lyrics together. He was giving you a way to express how you felt. You tried your best at it, it was very hard to verbalise how you felt. Which Oz got completely. As time went on, you mostly found yourself slowly looking forwards to this time spent with him.

One evening Oz called you out of the blue. He asked to meet you somewhere and you found yourself feeling something. That he wanted to spend more time with you. You couldn’t place it. But it was as if the pressure that you were so accustomed to was slowly dissipating.

You arrived and Oz showed you into the deserted room. It was a cage. Oz explained that him and his friend Xander had made it. Or, Xander had made it and Oz had claimed that he distanced himself creatively. In case you didn’t like it. It was sturdy and it matched his. So that you could be safe as well as everyone else in Sunnydale.

Your reaction was emotional. Of course you were grateful. This meant something to you. Oz was doing everything he could to tighten his grip on you. To pull you up from drowning in the guilt he was all too familiar with. You ran at him and hugged him. Tears shining in your eyes. You both almost overbalanced at the enthusiasm. He hadn’t expected this. You weren’t even sure where it had come from.

The first glimpse of something akin to hope. That you could carry on. That you could make sure no harm was inflicted by your hand. Or, sizeable canines.

You realised what you had done and pulled away. His complexion was tinged pink but he had embraced you with open arms. Neither of you said anything, but you both laughed a little under your breath. Smiling at the other.

You had never been this visibly happy. Your smile made your face light up. He wanted to see you smile much more often. He was about to tell you this, but Xander skidded in with an enthusiastic description of all the features the cage included. Oz went quiet and you both nodded along as Xander’s voice got more animated.

After a few months, you both agreed to wait out the full moon together. You were spending most of your free time together, discussing your thoughts. Emotions. Just sitting together comfortably. So, it made sense for this to be the next step in your relationship. Your cages were moved into the same abandoned warehouse space together. Sunnydale was full of spooky derelict buildings and people knew not to just wander into the one you had chosen.

You were monitored by his friends who were really very accepting of you. It was nice, being introduced to people that didn’t hate you for what you had gone through. People who would empathise and attempt to understand.

You and Oz had both started to grow closer and closer together. He was an incredibly considerate soul. He would do anything for you and he knew that you had a great affection for him.

He was going to ask you on a date, that wasn’t sitting side by side in a cage for the evening and passing the time that way. But for now, he was happy to spend this time with you.

Another month, another full moon. You and he were together again, looking at each other through the thick bars. You could communicate just through looking at each other now. Nonverbal communication made your silences always comfortable ones.

There was a level of intimacy in how relaxed you could both be together, even in this situation. Even waiting for the night to fall, a time where both of you felt so vulnerable. So concerned that something would go wrong with the cage. That you couldn’t contain it.

You reached for him through the bars wordlessly and he didn’t hesitate to move towards you. His hand stretching between the space. Your hands twisting like vines. Solidifying the nature of your connection. Of your unsaid feelings.

You could get through tonight, as you always did, together.

As your human forms disappeared, the wolves emerged. Pacing your cages. Longing to be together, whining that they couldn’t reach each other. Trying to escape, not just for the hunt. But for the touch of the other. As always happened.

When morning came and you could be unlocked, you went to get brunch together. It was the best part of the month, especially when you were safely caged away and nobody got hurt. You had an entire month stretching before you. You both became incredibly hungry in this period and the morning just appeared to glow with hope.

He had helped you want to live. Changed the bleak landscape of your existence into a sunny life you could actually imagine enjoying. Only with him.

You slid into your booth, the one by the window that you always did. He had helped you so much, but you hadn’t realised how much you had helped him. Today though, on this morning with the early morning sunlight filtering in, he told you. It came from the heart just like those lyrics he wrote so well. The ones he had played for you in those long afternoons you spent alone.

Your eyes shone and your voice was barely audible as you gushed about how much he meant to you. About your mutual adoration. Your words didn’t feel enough. You wanted to express all of these feelings you had for him in the same way he had so easily reeled off from his own heart. He had been nervous to reveal them, but you never would have guessed.

He smiled at the way you had opened up so much since you first met. He slid around the booth the sit beside you. His eyes moved between your eyes and your lips. He was nervous but your adoration for him shone through. You shared a knowing smile.

He leaned in and his lips brushed tenderly against yours. He never wanted to press you for more, just feel his wholehearted emotion. This one action said everything. He wanted you to be his. His girlfriend. You kissed back as his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your skull. Began to tangle softly into your hair. The kiss was so tender and sweet, you near melted into him. Your hand found his resting on the table as your lips moved against the other in such reverence. Your hand clasping his. You eventually reluctantly moved from this kiss. It made you feel like you were flying. As if you were walking on air. It meant hope. It meant him.

“Werewolves in love” He smiled, before landing a brief and incredibly soft kiss to your lips. He then slid back to his side of the booth as the waitress arrived with you food.

Neither of you could help smiling. The corners of his lips tugging into a smile that completely accentuated his features. He glowed. You were grinning across the table from him, unable to believe just how much your life could have changed for the better.

You were never going to be alone anymore. You had each other. You knew each other intimately.

#Oz #Daniel Osbourne #Oz x reader #Oz x you #Oz imagine #btvs #btvs x reader #btvs imagine #btvs x you #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #female reader #female #x reader #werewolf #werewolf reader #buffyverse

[prose-for-hire]

Together under the moon

Pairing: Oz x male!werewolf!reader

Request: could I request something for oz? enthusiastic male reader who is mayhaps also a werewolf and has been for him for a while and finally gets the guts to confess to him! whether its fluff or not idc bc I'm a sucker or fluff and angst but i rlly enjoy your work so thank you for seeing this!!!

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Oz gets a little hurt. But nothing is described.

A/N: Sorry for the wait! Thanks for your patience, hope this is okay !! 💜🖤

You had loved him for as long as you could remember now. You had been friends for so long but these feelings that you harboured in private you just weren’t ready to share. You didn’t want to lose the close relationship you already had.

You were completely, blissfully head over heels for him. Oz. He acted so cool and unaffected, but you knew that he had such a sweet and kind soul.

And he got you, like he really got you. He was a werewolf like you.

Becoming a werewolf had never really been on your bucket list. You had been bitten one evening when you had taken a misguided walk after dark. It had devastated you at first. You had confided in him, knowing already that he was a werewolf too.  He had helped you adjust. Pulled you into a hug when you thought you couldn’t go on that way any longer. It had near-broken his heart when he saw you that way. You were usually so enthusiastic and sweet.

You had been worried when you thought he was graduating, wishing that you could still see him every day. Spend all your time together. In comfortable silence and others with you chattering, gushing over your interests. Him encouraging you softly. He near melted for you. So, when you found out he was re-doing the year you were secretly so pleased.

You were the reason he realised he was attracted to men. He had just gone ‘huh’ and shrugged when he realised and just accepted that he liked you. Only now, it was hard for him to actually verbalise his affection for you.

He found expressing his earnest feelings harder despite how often he tried. He would open his mouth, ready to confess how much he wanted you to be his boyfriend. But then you would look up form what you were doing and make his words fade back into nothing.

It was afternoon and you and Oz had a free period together. You loved this time of day because you could spend it just you and him. You rush into the library, a whirlwind of enthusiasm as you sat beside him and waved a little. He began to smile in that wry way he would when you made your presence known to him.

You had run in, gushing over everything that had happened and excited you in the last few hours since you saw him. He listened closely, he always did when you spoke. Even when he wasn’t as invested in the topic as you were, he always loved hearing your infectious excitement.

“Cool, man, very cool” He nodded. He adored you. Your enthusiastic nature was incredibly endearing to him. He wanted to spend all of his time with you.

“What’re you working on?” You asked, a smile tugged at his lips again. When you asked questions you were always genuinely interested in the reply. Ready to hang onto every word. You were special to him.

“Another song - for tonight. We thought as a band we’d give the whole gig thing a go”

“Nice! Are you gonna play ‘Together under the moon’?!” You couldn’t hold yourself back from gushing, that song was one of your favourites by Dingoes. Saying that, you did claim this about all the songs they played.

“Yeah, it’s on the setlist” Oz shrugged a little but his face always softened when he was talking to you. In a way it never did with anyone else, no matter how fond of them he was.

“You’re super talented! You say you wrote that one by yourself?” You praised him, missing the slight blush tinging his complexion as you laid such kind words upon him. He began to open his mouth to speak, to explain his inspiration behind it.

But he was interrupted as everyone else rushed into the library, their faces were solemn.

Giles explained that there was a wolf hunter in town. A really cruel one, his speciality was hunting werewolves while they were human, catching them and hunting them for sport later. It made everyone in the room’s blood run cold. Especially yours and Oz’s. You weren’t only worried about yourselves, but the idea of the other getting taken this way. It was horrible to even think about it.

There was a tenuous plan, whereby Giles suggested that you would have to wait it out until research told you otherwise. The group split into two halves so that you and Oz were split up and the others can provide back up. That way, if the hunter came across one of you, he wasn’t able to potentially capture the both of you at the same time.

You were both incredibly important parts of the Scooby gang so everyone nodded along to this plan, wanting to assist you both the best they could.

You didn’t want to be separated from him and the lingering gaze he gave you told you that he didn’t want to part from you either. He loved you, wanted to be there with you. Even if neither of you had spoken on it, in this moment somehow you knew. Even if you were still nervous to act on it.

Oz left you in the care of Willow and Giles. You were nervous, pacing and wringing your hands. You had so much nervous energy. The further he was away from you the harder it felt. You couldn’t bear being away from him.

You eventually sat down, leg bouncing still but you had appeared to calm down a little.

“You should tell him, you know…” Willow said kindly, watching how your gaze was still on the door from where Oz and the others had left through.

“What?” You asked. You were fond of Willow, she had been very nice to you ever since you had come out to her. She understood, maybe even more than she comprehended herself.

“U-uh, you and Oz with the softness and the heart-eyes” She murmured a little, faltering as she realised she could have gotten it wrong. But you smiled at her.

“Is it obvious?”

“Only to people with eyes” She said, although she was smiling. Trying to distract you from your worry. To give you something to hold on to. Telling him how you felt.

You appreciated her friendship and her encouragement. You felt Oz’s eyes on you when you were in the same room. You dared to hope he felt the same, just like how you had read his expression earlier. His innate need to be by your side. Because you felt it too.

But you often second-guessed yourself. You could have been projecting your own feelings. But hearing this from Will just confirmed it. Your love was shared.

The sun had set and it was early evening. You were still in the library with your minders. Willow was practicing a few spells just in case the hunter came your way. Just as she whispered a few practice incantations there was a massive bang at the door.

All three of you jumped, looking up. Hoping it had been Willow’s spell gone wrong and not worse.

Buffy and Xander ran in, turning your fears true. It was Oz. The hunter had managed to take him. Buffy was limping, holding her side. You didn’t blame her. you thanked her for protecting him the best you could. But you got angry yourself. Because it was him.

Your usual demeanour changed. Had an edge to it. You were kind-hearted and near wholesome for the most part but not now. Not when he was in danger. His heart called out to you. His cries. You felt it in your very soul.

You ran to where Buffy had said that it had happened. They warned you against it, tried to stop you but you just ran. As fast as your legs could take you. Through the thick undergrowth and past crumbling cemetery plots.

You saw blood. A trail of it. Leading towards the abandoned warehouse on the corner. You couldn’t not follow it, despite your instinct telling you it was going to be bad.

You felt this pull. This need for you to follow the path. The path to him.

You ran into the room, spotting him immediately. He had gotten away. Managed to release himself from the hunter’s grip but not without being hurt in the process. He had

“Oz!” You shouted, voice echoing around the abandoned warehouse. He was crouched on the floor holding his side.

“God, Oz, are you okay?!” You ran full speed over to him kneeling beside him, “I couldn’t stay away, I came as soon as I could!” You explained, your touch gentle with him, expecting the damage. You lifted his shirt up gently. Luckily it was a surface wound but you would patch him up once you got him back to your place. You explained this to him.

“It’s ok” He shook his head at you, his hand resting over yours as you let go of his t-shirt, “I knew you were there with me”

“Yeah?”

“We’re always together under the moon” He said, wincing slightly after the fight he had put up against the hunter. The song. It was about you.

You gasped, whispering feelings that had only been allowed the release in this moment. You cupped his cheek, eyes staring into the other’s. 

You needed to leave, before the hunter tracked his blood the way he had. Your werewolf instincts made it easier, but it was only a matter of time.

But before you helped him to his feet, took his weight and helped him back to yours, there was something you had to do. It had been building between you for so long. You knew so completely that he was yours. Wanted you to be his. You just had to.

You kissed him. You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You had almost lost him. Your lips met his and he responded immediately. Pulling you closer, the scratch forgotten with his innate need for you. Instinctual yearning. Love. All of it. In that moment, neither of you knew where he ended and you began. You were connected. Soulmates. This kiss, passionate and full of urgency told you everything. Confessed all. As if you could read the other’s thoughts. The wolves inside you that had been calling for so long for the other took over.

This was no mere lust. Both of you with this kiss weaved stories of love. Of adoration. Desperation to name this feeling.

You were destined to be together, hold each other this way. To love him was as easy as breathing and as soon as you thought it, he knew.

From that moment, you truly would always be together. Connected by love. The moon blessing your union.

#Oz #Daniel Osbourne #Oz x reader #Oz imagine #Oz x you #btvs #btvs x reader #btvs x you #btvs imagine #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #buffyverse #male reader #male #werewolf reader #wolf

[prose-for-hire]

Wolf in sheeps clothing

12 Days of Christmas: Day eight

Pairing: Oz x reader

Request: could I request oz x gender neutral reader + 9 for the Christmas requests? (if not, dw about it you must have a lot on your plate. you did a fantastic job with the halloween requests and I hope your break from this blog does you well!!)

Requested by: Anon - thanks for the kind words love 💖

A/N: The prompts for this I included were “How much for the ugly Christmas sweater?” and “You’re kidding, right? I’m not going out in that snow storm!”

You groaned and hid under the covers. Ever since you had seen the weather through the window you had been in a bad mood. You had been up early, you had too much energy from the excitement zipping around your brain. You had been really looking forward to today.

But then you saw it. The hailstones the size of golf balls. The snow flurries that would have put the Antarctic to shame. The sky was grey and angry, it gave you a sense of foreboding that chilled you to your core. But mostly, it brought you such sadness that your boyfriend had never seen. It was near devastated. You had such grand plans and they were all ruined. You couldn’t even make snowmen or enjoy the snow in any way, the weather was so horrible.

You had a feeling it was some witch that had chosen the Hellmouth to make the rest of you feel her rage. There was no other explanation, this wasn’t the result of a happy mind. Not when it was ruining your Christmas at any rate.

“What’s up?” Oz walked over, he had been dressed and ready for half an hour but you were just hiding in bed.

“Look at it! It-it’s snowing!” You said with a horror that made a smile tug at his lips. Your enthusiasm for Christmas would mean you would love the snow. And you did, but not when it ruined your plans. And especially not when it wasn’t any fun. What’s the point of just looking?

“Come on, y/n. You were really looking forward to this” He added, rubbing your shoulder soothingly.

“You’re kidding, right? I’m not going out in a snow storm!” You exclaim, your voice shrill in your insistence. You loved snow, but there was a difference between a light dusting and the nightmare that was whipping up into a frenzy outside. He shook his head, a hint of a smile at your dramatics.

He pulled you into a hug and shared a loving look at you. he stroked your hair, his lips brushing against yours before he pulled back again. He hated to see you sad and felt a little guilt even at your reaction.

“I have a feeling it won’t last” he shrugged, insisting you get ready again. And, by the time you did the storm had subsided. You joined him in the living room. You looked through the window and gasped as he nodded.

“How did you know that?”

“I, uh, may have asked someone to make it snow for you. so you could, uh, experience the ‘magic of Christmas’ you’re always talking about”

“Willow did a spell?” You asked slowly and he nodded sheepishly. It made more sense now. She wasn’t in a bad frame of mind, she was just still learning to get her spells right. At least she had actually got the correct weather and now it had stopped, you were left with beautiful snow, “Oh my God, I love you!” You gushed and ran at him, almost tackling him to the ground with your affection. He had done this for you. he had fixed it so it had snowed in California just in time for the Christmas Markets that you had been so looking forward to the entire month or more.

“I’d like to see what you would do if you actually enjoyed the weather” he deadpanned, but the statement was entrenched in his anxiety that you didn’t actually like what he had planned out.

“I just wanted to go to the markets, I was upset because I thought I wouldn’t be able to go!” you raced out as he nodded, relived. You opened the front door wide and shouted to the world, “I love snow!”

He chuckled and you walked into the snow, over to the market you had been so excited for. You eventually arrived after stopping several times for a mini snowball fight and the construction of a snow-wolf which didn’t really look much like a wolf but he thought you were cute regardless.

You walked around, his eyes on you the entire time. He adored your enthusiasm and he would do anything to see you like this. He was right, the snow really added to the feeling of Christmas and everyone was in such good cheer because of it. You ran up to buy a pretzel and got you both one. He smiled, appreciating it.

You and Oz continued to walk around the Christmas market that had popped up in the centre of Sunnydale. Well, you were almost skipping in your glee. Usually there were a string of reasons why the market was called off. Whether it was weather, an apocalypse or a lack of people willing to risk the threat of demons (although they didn’t recognise this as the case). There was even a rumoured abominable snowman sighting once.

“Stay here! I saw something I need to get… without… your eyes… seeing them” You explained slowly, trying to avoid suspicion. He knew it was a Christmas present you had spotted and he nodded, turning back to a stall he had noticed made your eyes lit up. But, when you had heard some people commenting on them negatively you had been quiet. So he didn’t think that you liked them as well. But he knew you did. So he walked up to the little hut.

“How much for the ugly Christmas sweater?” he asked and when he got a reply from the vendor he added, “Uh, make it two”

He nodded his thanks and paid before returning to the spot you were going to meet in. While you were away he pulled on the ugliest, most garish Christmas sweater he could find. He wanted you to have fun and not care about any of those people’s opinions. Your enthusiasm was so precious to him.

When you returned with his gift all wrapped up in your bag, you gasped with glee. He didn’t think you could get more enthusiastic but you surpassed even his expectations. He was glad you loved it so much.

“I love it! It suits your so much!” You gushed as some passers-by gave him some looks as if they were judging his outfit choice. But he honestly didn’t care. All he cared about was that you liked it. And you did, so he handed you the bag that had one inside. One that matched. You squealed and a wide smile spread over your face as you shrugged it on over your outfit immediately, “We match! We match!” you repeated as he entwined his fingers with yours, his painted nails visible to onlookers. And there were a lot. People were judging the ‘hideous’ jumpers but you two loved them so much. They were so cosy and it meant so much to you that you thanked him with almost every step you took around the snowy pathways. He just shook his head and kissed your cheek, whispering that he loved you. and he had never meant a sentence so much in his life. He truly and completely was in love with you.

You laughed and chatted the entire way around, ending up circling several times around the markets. You shared warm drinks at the end of the day and walked the long way home through the snow where it had started up again. This time, the flakes were light and fluffy. They danced around you, blessing yours and Oz’s love. You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. You basically lived in your Christmas sweater from then on and, to your surprise, inside the house he did too.

#Oz #Daniel osbourne #Oz x reader #Oz x you #Oz imagine #btvs #btvs x reader #btvs x you #btvs imagine #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #12 days of xmas #12 days of christmas #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #christmas #christmas fic