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[dialmforstiles]

“Keep being nice to me and maybe I’ll take you up on that.” Stiles grinned. “But no putting it online or sending it to your friends. I have boundaries.” He laughed, unable to hold back any longer. “It’s probably for the best if I don’t go near it, if we’re having pizza.”

[prophecy--girl]

“Well duh. Something like that would totally be for my eyes only,” Buffy chirped smirking at him. “No, probably not. You’d have to go naked. You don’t spill pizza sauce on a girl’s sexy nightie unless you’re looking for a one way ticket to a foot up your ass.” Leading him up the porch of her house, she unlocked the door, leading him inside. “Welcome to casa de Buffy,” she said happily, turning the corner into the living room, tossing her book bag on the coffee table.

[dialmforstiles]

“First of all, you don’t need to resort to blatant lies to get me to spend time with you.” Stiles laughed. “Secondly, I left my pink nightie at the cleaner’s.” He glanced over at her, his expression carefully blank. “Thanks for reminding me.” He was still hoping to embarrass her a little, but he wasn’t sure why it had become such a pressing need for him.

[prophecy--girl]

“No, but making it obvious that I want you to isn’t how I play,” Buffy corrected, giggling softly. Her brow furrowed at what he said next, their eyes locking together, biting back the need to laugh at that expression on his face--or lack thereof, really. “Drat. Maybe you can borrow mine. You might even look better in it than I do. And I would hate to rob anyone of that sight.”

[dialmforstiles]

“I look smart?” Stiles repeated, making a face at Buffy. “I guess that’s better than the alternative, which I’m more used to hearing. I’m not a human calculator, but I’m not terrible at math. Pizza sounds good.” He probably should have had a hard time keeping up with the way they were changing conversation topics as easily as they were breathing, but he was more relaxed than he had been in a while. It was nice to have someone that could keep up with his verbal tennis matches. “Why’s your mom in LA?”

[prophecy--girl]

Buffy laughed at his reaction to her compliment--or was it more of a guess? “You’re probably an Einstein compared to me,” she told him sheepishly, “I guess I’m more street smart.” Or demon smart. “Is this the part where I tell you that you really don’t have to help me with my math, that it was all just apart of my ploy to get you to hang out with me?” She grinned, walking with him down the sidewalk, her house not terribly far from campus. “Work. But I have a hunch that she’s got herself a boy toy. No one packs their sexy pink nightie unless there’s a guy involved.”

[dialmforstiles]

“Oh my god. Okay. You’re one of those people. My life makes sense again.” Stiles snorted and shielded his eyes with his hand as he looked over at her, trying to block out the sunlight. “I think I’m a danger magnet. People are always threatening me. I know better than to think that just because you’re short, thin and beautiful, you’re not also capable of causing me a hospital visit. I don’t know what’s playing now, either. Most likely, there’s a superhero movie, a pretentious horror where the person holding the camera doesn’t know how to hold it still, and something with Adam Sandler, Ben Stiller or Will Ferrell in it. Or, uh, Vince Vaughn. He’s always in something.”

[prophecy--girl]

“One of those people?” Buffy questioned him, skeptically, eyebrow arched, sliding on a pair of sunglasses so she could look at him properly. “Danger might as well be my middle name,” she joked. “Thin and beautiful? You caught that, huh?” The Slayer teased, looking forward with a smile playing on her features. “You wanna just eat pizza?” She asked, “My mom is in LA for the week.  Besides--you look kind of smart. Maybe I could persuade you to help me with my math. Not so much a numbers girl. I like to think my dazzling personality makes up for it.”

[thecharmingstag]

"I've wanted you this whole time."

Put “I’ve wanted you this whole time.” in my ask for my muses reaction

The dark haired man drank from his glass at the bar, surprised to have seen Buffy amongst the crowd. “Have you darlin’?” He snickered, buzzed. “Aren’t you a little young to be in a place like this? Or were you searching for me?”

[thecharmingstag]

      “I forgot you slayers have watchers,” He mumbled at the thought of her watcher. “I know it’s a little screwed up, but if he understood what happened with my family, perhaps he would understand and not be so uptight about the situation, if he happens to be there,” He explained, walking alongside Buffy now. Now, his heart was fluttering and images of his family were popping up before him. He blinked rapidly and rubbed the back of his head. He just wanted this over with, he was tense and he was a bit nervous too. “So you say Spike, has this, chip, in his head?”

[prophecy--girl]

     “Yeah, not so much with the understanding. Giles is a stickler for the rules. And that’s a lecture I’d really like to avoid for a day or two.” Even though Spike had been apart of the death of Jenny Calender, finding revenge via soft-core torture wasn’t something that Giles would ever approve of. That much she was certain of. “It’s a really long story. There’s this government group. The Initiative. They found Spike and neutered him, basically. He’s completely harmless. You know, minus the fact he talks.”

[thecharmingstag]

"I've wanted you this whole time."

Put “I’ve wanted you this whole time.” in my ask for my muses reaction

The dark haired man drank from his glass at the bar, surprised to have seen Buffy amongst the crowd. “Have you darlin’?” He snickered, buzzed. “Aren’t you a little young to be in a place like this? Or were you searching for me?”

[thecharmingstag]

    “Then if I am successful with my meeting with this, Spike. I’d be delighted to take you out for dinner if it’s too bold for me to ask, Buffy?” He inquired. It was cheesy, but he had to ask before it was too late. At least he had somewhat of a shot with her. But he knew he will control himself as much as he could. “Are you allowed to take me to him now, or do we have to set up a meeting?”

[prophecy--girl]

      “I think this is the weirdest way a guy has asked me out, ever.” Buffy joked, though she smiled, nodding in response, “I’d love to.” Contemplating whether or not it would be a good idea to go and see Spike, she looked behind her shoulder, trying to go through Giles’ schedule. “We can go there now. I don’t know if it’ll be a good time, though. It’s not exactly something my Watcher will approve of...” Reaching her hand forward for him, she took a step backwards, “If we hurry we might just be okay.”

[prophecy--girl]

my new otp is carl x district 10 male

[thecharmingstag]

"I've wanted you this whole time."

Put “I’ve wanted you this whole time.” in my ask for my muses reaction

The dark haired man drank from his glass at the bar, surprised to have seen Buffy amongst the crowd. “Have you darlin’?” He snickered, buzzed. “Aren’t you a little young to be in a place like this? Or were you searching for me?”

[thecharmingstag]

        He let out a sigh. Yeah, he sounded like them a lot, but he was angry and still grieving. Maybe if he just spoke with Spike, maybe, just maybe, things might alleviate a bit. To understand why his family, just why anything? “Look, I know I sound bad. I just…I need to do this and I need to see him. And okay, I get it, if I kill him then its on me and I lose you…” Another chance he has, if he kills Spike, he loses his second chance to love— Buffy.

      “You actually just answered my next negotiable question. I’m debating if I want to stay or not after this is finished. Even if I don’t kill him though, would you want me to stay Buffy?”

[prophecy--girl]

      “You can see him. But I’m going to be there the entire time.” Buffy told him firmly. That was the only way her conscience would allow her to go through with this. Yet she understood the need for closure. No one could run away from their grief. She had tried. It only left her feeling worse. “For good.” She finished. He’d loose her for good, because Buffy would be damned if she ever let herself be with another monster, cloaked by kindness or not. It was something she couldn’t live with. It’d be like slaying a human. Even if Spike did have it coming to him. She couldn’t condone it. 

      At his next question her eyes lifted to lock with his. Buffy never had been asked that before. It was always answered for her. People came in and out of her life without her control. Hearing him ask her that, well--it was a shock. “I can’t make that decision for you. I won’t beg you to stay here, to be with me. But I won’t say I don’t want you to stay.”

[vikander]

[prophecy--girl]

♠

♠ character my muse would have a one night stand with

I will shamelessly say Eugene.

[prophecy--girl]

protectedourselves replied to your post:♗

[ I can imagine this, yes. ]

[ buffy would let him do whatever he wanted, oh dear god ]

[prophecy--girl]

♗

♗ child!character my muse would adopt

CARL FUCKING GRIMES. Could you even imagine?

[prophecy--girl]

☢

☢  character my muse is afraid of

Angelus. There’s nothing worse than facing the love of your life, knowing fully well they want you dead.

[prophecy--girl]

☣

☣ ---- a character my muse respects greatly

Giles. Without a doubt.

[thecharmingstag]

"I've wanted you this whole time."

Put “I’ve wanted you this whole time.” in my ask for my muses reaction

The dark haired man drank from his glass at the bar, surprised to have seen Buffy amongst the crowd. “Have you darlin’?” He snickered, buzzed. “Aren’t you a little young to be in a place like this? Or were you searching for me?”

[thecharmingstag]

        “I never said I was going to kill him. I changed my mind. You’re right, killing does nothing. In case you haven’t figured myself out yet, I’m a bit of a stubborn asshole… as for Spike…. why should he be allowed to fight back? My family didn’t have a chance against him. Why should he have any leverage with me when I face him and beat him until he can’t move?” He inquired, making his negotiation with her, ignoring her first comment and the last. “Torture is far more exciting than death. Wouldn’t you agree? Death is just an easier way out of things.”

       She was partially right there, about “them.” She was the slayer. Could she even keep a relationship? And with his screwed up self, his relationships were never easy. They had to put up with him. But, he needed a strong-willed partner, and her being the slayer, he did see potential to a future relationship, even though it would be a challenge for the both of them. But she was strong-willed and he needed someone like that. But, he wondered, when he was finished with Spike, would he leave or would he stay? Ultimately it was up to her.

      “Let me have a few hours with him. You’re welcome to be the watch guard so I don’t actually kill him,” He offered, “And then I have one other negotiation for you…”

[prophecy--girl]

    She felt sick, she honestly did, staring back at him, unable to move. No, she had to think this through. How would she explain this to Giles? How would she even get to Spike without anyone noticing? There were so many questions. Buffy had never been faced with a situation like this before. Typically she was the one to dish out the justice. It was her calling after all. “He has a chip. In his brain. It’ll kill him. Fighting back will kill him. How is that revenge?” She winced at his opinion of torture, shaking her head, “No. Death is never the easy way out. Neither is torture. Do you even realize how like them you sound right now?”

    Buffy didn’t know what to do. Her hatred for Spike gave a simple response--let him do what he wanted. After all the things Spike had done, all of the innocent lives he had taken, it’d be a lie to say he didn’t deserve hell. “I decide when you’re done with him. Not you. And I swear to god----if you kill him...”

    She swallowed back a flood of emotion----”If you kill him, I never want to see you again. Ever. Any chance of us gone. For good. You're really pushing it here. What is it?”

[lo-del-rey]

Relationship Asks:

[prophecy--girl]

♛ : OTP for my muse  ☠ : NOTP for my muse ♙ : Character my muse hates ♗ : Child!Character my muse would adopt. ♠ : Character my muse would have a one night stand with.  ♥ : Weird ship I have for my muse. ♜ : My muse’s best friend. ☢ : Character my muse is afraid of. ☣ : Character my muse respects greatly.  ☩: Crossover Ship with my muse.

[rickxgrxmes-deactivated20160207]

Looking over to her he smiled with a chuckle. “It’s nice huh” he said as carl looked over raising a brow. "Oh this is my son, carl" he said as carl nodded to her before fixing the hat on his head.

[prophecy--girl]

     Buffy grinned as soon as she saw Rick’s son beside him. “Hi, I”m Buffy. Your dad has told me loads about you.” Her eyes briefly moved over toward Rick, feeling understandably nervous suddenly being thrust into this environment. Just last night she had slept in a tree. Now here she was, showered and talking to a family. It was just bizarre. “Nice hat you got there.”