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[lovesbxtch-archive]

"I told you I loved you"

Send me "I told you I loved you" for a time my muse told yours they loved them

She didn’t get it — why couldn’t she see it? He felt like he wore his feelings for her in the form of a huge blinking sign over his head, and yet here he was having to tie her up in his crypt just to get her to bloody listen. Did she think he enjoyed this? He didn’t — it was painful, and never-ending, and she just couldn’t see him.

… All I ask is that … that you try to see me …

Spike shook his head to dispel that train of thought, and he noticed she was finally stirring. Words and jabs were traded until finally he could hold in the words no longer. “I love you.” His hand reached out towards her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze — to see what feelings lurked in his eyes. He wanted her to know he meant it. He’d never felt this way about anybody before … maybe not even Dru. “No, look at me. I love you. You’re all I bloody think about… dream about. You’re in my gut… in my throat… I’m drowning in you Summers, drowning in you.”

[girlsafiighter-blog]

buFFY!!

[iwasnobodynothing-blog]

Buffy pushed through the double doors of the emergency room, ignoring all cries from the nurses and security. Guard grabbed her arm and in on swift movement he was sent stumbling into the wall. Breaking into a sprint, the Slayer glanced inside each room in search for him. Hairs stood on end as she rounded the corner, the last doorway in view. All she needed to do was glance inside, to see the winged vest hanging on the bed frame. Buffy stood silently, horror and sadness consuming her. "No."

My muse was just in a car accident, and they have to be rushed to the hospital. Your muse is their emergency contact, and you get a call in the middle of the night. What is your response when you show up?

( saves )

[glorified-bricklayer]

❝ What did you do? ❞

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Your muse walks in on mine trying to make themselves vomit.

Starter under cut. (Content Warning: Vomit)

Xander hunched over the toilet, one hand resting on the seat, the other shoved in his mouth. Letting out a harsh gag, he let his had drop. Still nothing. He shook his head slightly and raised his hand to try again, this time succeeding. He threw up into the toilet, and was unable to hear the door open.

As he finished, Alexander sat up and pushed back his hair, looking to the chunks that now floated in the messy water. 

[butchonthestreetsfeminthesh-blog]

♮

Send me a ♮ for my muse’s reaction to yours walking in on them and seeing all their scars/injuries 

"Oh hey- shit, uh, I don’ mean t’interrupt, but…"

[ his eyes skim over the many gashes, scars, and some distant bruises lining the other blonde’s near porcelain skin. he didn’t want to say it was a good look, but he couldn’t imagine her looking any other way; she was a fighter, a surviver, like him, and all of those physical traits came with being one. it was whom she was. ]

“I was gonna say dinner’s ready- hey, does that need stitches?”

[ he asks, pointing at a wide cut, as he comes and sits next to her on the bed. though he pauses, now he’s close enough to do as he wants; he wraps his arms around her waist, and pulls her in, peppering kisses over her bruised shoulders. ]

[starxdouche]

★     "Alright- that is truly disgusting.            No, actually,             that's a whole new level of disgusting."      ★