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[nilefreemans]

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[wizardissues]

fuffy + college roommates? pre-relationship maybe?

“HHHGHG,” said Buffy, face-planting dramatically into her bed.

“Fun practice?” said Faith.

“I’m gonna murder Cordelia Chase,” said Buffy. “She’s team captain, but she spends the entire practice doing lots of elaborate stretches by the football field so that her boyfriend will notice! And then Angel runs into somebody or gets hit by the football, because of course he’s not smart enough to just ignore her, because they’re at That Stage in their relationship where everything’s all lovey-dovey and so annoying, and the football team’s practice falls apart due to injuries!”

“O-kay--”

“And so then I have to take over cheer practice, and Harmony Kendall always throws her little hissy fit because she’s the alternate captain, but when I let her do anything all she wants to do is bring the rest of the team to go watch football practice! Never mind that the next game is in three days and the rest of the team actually wants to practice our routine--”

“B?” said Faith. “Breathe.”

Buffy rolled over onto her back, glossy ponytail now hopelessly mussed, her cheer skirt riding up her thighs and revealing her gym shorts. She pulled it down, let out another huff, then pulled it off entirely. “Fuck this,” she said to the ceiling. “Fuck this. I quit.”

“Nah,” said Faith, sliding off her own bed to cross the room and sit down next to Buffy. “You’d never.”

“Oh yeah?” said Buffy childishly. “Give me one good reason why--”

“Because you love cheerleading,” said Faith, grinning gently down at her. “It’s in your blood. And it’s not ice skating season, so you don’t get to do that yet. What’re you gonna do, just sit in here and hang out with me? I’m on the softball team. I’m not gonna be in here all the time.”

“I’m on the softball team too,” said Buffy sulkily. “Our schedules coincide. We could have the same relaxation hours.”

“And that definitely sounds cool as fuck,” Faith agreed, “but I don’t wanna deal with a cooped-up, cranky, under-exercised Buffy Summers as a roommate. Maybe you’re just gonna have to give Cordelia what-for.”

“But I don’t wanna,” whined Buffy, rolling onto her side to bump her head gently against Faith’s leg. Faith felt something that could have been described as a minor electric shock. “Talking to her never gets me anywhere.”

“I could yell at her,” Faith suggested.

Buffy looked up at her with starry Disney-princess eyes. “You’d do that for me?”

Faith would burn down fuckin’ buildings if this chick asked. It was probably a good thing that Buffy didn’t know the kind of power she had. “Yeah,” she said, shrugging awkwardly and trying to look as casual and heterosexual as she could. She was neither of those things. It probably didn’t work. “Yeah, obviously.”

[iseetheyelloweyed]

hey! i just wanna say i saw your buffy painting (the 'honey' one) and it literally made my day, it's so haunting and pretty and just. incredible. thank you for making it!

OMG! WOW! thank you so much for this comment! YOU MADE MY DAY!!!!!! :)

[nilefreemans]

catradora + 84??

“Going somewhere?”

Catra stops, turning slowly to see Adora grinning at her from her spot in the doorway, smiling smugly at having caught Catra in the act. 

“Oh you know, just going, around.” Catra doesn’t even attempt to lie, she’s not quite sure where she is going, but the need to explore Bright Moon’s castle has been at the back of her mind for as long as she can remember, even more so now that she was living there. “Can’t keep a castle safe unless I know all the inner workings.” 

“Uhuh,” Adora crosses the room to stand next to Catra, examining the odd space behind the painting that her girlfriend had discovered. It was similar to what they used to do at the Horde, spending their limited free time exploring every inch they could, cataloging the layout in the name of safety. Though secretly they were both looking for ways to escape. “This looks interesting.” 

“Could be fun,” Catra teases, stepping into Adora’s space and stealing a quick kiss on the lips before backing away, pulling open the painting slowly. “There might be treasure.” 

“Glimmer won't mind,” Adora answers, grabbing Catra’s hand and going through the hidden passageway. They probably won’t find anything but as long as Adora was with Catra she didn’t really care. 

[wizardissues]

“i’ve been thinking it over and this… this was never going to work out.” + phryne/jack? since i’ve. watched all of season two by now ydjdkdk

set between blood at the wheel and the blood of juana the mad!

“You’re a stick-in-the-mud, Jack Robinson,” Phryne continued matter-of-factly, eyes on her reflection in the mirror of her vanity. “And as much as you pretend otherwise, you seem entirely incapable of accepting the fact that I can handle myself perfectly well without a gentleman’s help. I thought you respected me, thought you believed in my ability to take care of myself--and here you are, walking away from me simply because a case went a bit awry? Perhaps I do lead a reckless life, but it’s the life I chose, and I have no intention of giving it up to soothe a man who--”

She stopped. A man who what, exactly? Jack didn’t coddle her--he never had. It was why she liked him so much. Others expressed their concern and disapproval for the life she led due to them underestimating her capabilities, but Jack had never once truly believed her incapable of taking care of herself--not even in the beginning, when he barely knew her.

Suddenly, Phryne’s face didn’t look quite as perfect and poised; she picked up a tube of lipstick and began to methodically apply it. She was going out tonight. It would be fun. There would be dancing, and drinks, and perhaps a handsome young gentleman to swoon over her, but--this business with Jack cast a shadow over the whole affair, and she resented it.

“You’re a--” She tried, again, to recreate the tirade she wished she had unleashed on him, but all of a sudden, all she saw were the tears in his eyes. He was such a gentle man, she thought; he had such a kind heart. Her life might have broken it, had he stayed, but she felt as though he had broken her heart a bit by leaving.

(Absurd, she thought, applying her lipstick with an infuriated determination. Absurd. She didn’t give her heart to men anymore, and certainly not to men who left. Jack had always had his life, and she had always had hers, and it didn’t hurt her in the slightest that their paths had finally, inevitably diverged.)

[wizardissues]

braveryverse + for want of a nail and i’m in an angsty mood: what if angelus had killed giles?

okay. let’s set the stage. giles and jenny both know how to wake acathla. angelus, still pretty fucking pissed that jenny had the gall to try and give him back a soul, decides to prove to himself that jenny’s just a weak little thing who’d break easy under pressure. so it’s giles he starts torturing to try and psychologically break jenny.

except here’s the thing: jenny’s had it drilled into her from a very early age that her wants and hopes and dreams and love are all things that have to come second to the importance of her family’s mission, and right now her family’s mission is to save the world. so she keeps her mouth shut, and she doesn’t beg angel to stop, and she tells herself over and over that buffy’s going to come and save them, that this is what rupert wants her to do, that it’s all going to be okay--

and angelus, getting progressively more and more furious that he’s not having any effect on jenny, kills giles.

and something in jenny shatters.

the world doesn’t even come close to ending, and xander charges in to untie jenny, and angel gets back his soul, but jenny’s already halfway out of town by the time the spell’s gone down because she just can’t. her fucking determination to put the world first got rupert killed, and what good is the world if the vampire slayer doesn’t have her watcher?

(buffy doesn’t forgive angel, here. buffy will never forgive angel. it might have been different if it was someone else, someone who hadn’t comforted her on the day she hated herself the most, but it was giles who angelus killed, and buffy can’t touch angel’s hands anymore. she can’t stop thinking about what those hands did to the only adult who ever said he respected her.)

it takes jenny a month to finally come back to sunnydale, and she’s shocked by how forgiving the kids are of her decision to run. she’ll find out much later that angel told them, begged them to understand what he’d done to giles and jenny both--laid out the grisly details of giles’s murder in an attempt to absolve jenny. right now, though, all she knows is that even buffy summers is crying on her shoulder, because she’s the only adult left and they all trust her to fix things.

(buffy had been camping out in giles’s apartment, after her mom kicked her out, but when jenny returns, buffy moves all her stuff to jenny’s couch. though they spend that whole summer together, they don’t talk a lot, but sometimes one of them will just start crying and the other will step in and hug her really tightly. they’re bound together by a grief that they know no one else will understand.)

i don’t know how i can do this without him, jenny writes in a half-full watcher’s diary. she has to pause, running a quiet finger over the ink that made up her lover’s last entry; she read every single piece of writing he had tucked away in his house. there is so much of him she doesn’t know. there is so much of him she will never get the chance to know.

i don’t know how i can do this without him, the first new entry reads, jenny’s jagged scrawl a stark contrast next to rupert giles’s elegant, looping cursive. her in his library, surrounded by his old papers--it’s the closest she can get to him. but i know he would want me to try.

[wizardissues]

willow and jenny + wearing their clothes? because i think i remember you posting a headcanon at some point that college!willow tries to dress like jenny and that thought makes me. very happy. and i would love to see that in the Better Version of btvs where jenny is alive and well

“Oh my god, no!” Giles heard Jenny shrieking from the bedroom. “Willow, no, give that back! I swear to god–”

“But you look so cu-ute!” Willow whined, dancing out of the bedroom with a raggedy military jacket in one hand and an old photograph in the other. “Your hair’s so long! You never told me you had your hair that long in college!”

“I cut it halfway through the first semester, Willow, give it back!” Jenny objected, tumbling after Willow and making a grab for the photo.

Giles stepped forward, neatly tugging the photo out of Willow’s hand to get a good look at it himself. A round-faced girl with long, messy hair grinned up at him, her head thrown back and her eyes sparkling in a way that made love rise in his chest. “Oh, Jenny, that’s darling,” he said tenderly.

“I hate you,” said Jenny. “I hate all of you. I looked terrible with my long hair and my family would never let me cut it.”

“But you’re smiling,” said Giles, and held the photo up to emphasize his point.

Willow, meanwhile, was trying on the jacket. It was a bit small on her–teenage Jenny had evidently been just as diminutive for her age as Giles’s beloved was now–but she didn’t seem to mind all that much. “Faith!” she called. “Come tell me how this looks!”

Faith poked her head out of her bedroom, squinting. “That’s kinda small for you, isn’t it?” she asked.

“It was Jenny’s,” said Willow, glowing.

Faith blinked, then saw the photo in Giles’s hand. “Oh my god,” she said, a laugh in her voice, and was subsequently body-blocked by Jenny. “Jen, quit it, I wanna see–”

Willow had awkwardly tugged off the jacket, fluffing out her own hair as if wishing it was a little more like teenage Jenny’s. “Do you have any pictures of that haircut you got in college?” she asked shyly. “Just so I know what cool college girls look like?”

Reluctantly, Jenny smiled, turning away from Faith. “It was very choppy,” she said. “I cut it in my dorm room and it looked like someone had attacked me with scissors.”

“I wanna get it cut like you, though,” said Willow, shy and sweet. “Maybe we could start a tradition, you know?”

Jenny blinked, blushing softly, and a slow smile spread across her face. “Yeah,” she said. “Traditions. For family. Rupert, there’s a box in my closet full of all the stuff I used to wear in college–can you go get it out for the girls?”

Willow glowed.

[wizardissues]

calendiles + fluff 17 :)

“You promised me a cookie!”“You live here,” said Giles, batting Jenny’s hand away from the baked goods. “I can bake you cookies tomorrow. These are for Dawn’s bake sale and I shall not have unauthorized snacking.”

Jenny considered this. Then she said, “Cookies or no sex.”

Giles raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’m the one who’ll have a problem with that,” he said mildly.

"Isn’t he cocky?” said Jenny, draping an arm around his neck and attempting to kiss him.

Giles, who knew well enough what she was trying to do, took Jenny deftly in his arms, moving her out of reach of the cookies and stealing a kiss in the same instant. She looked extremely indignant when he pulled away. “Yes,” Giles said. “He is. And he has good reason to be.”

“ANYWAY,” said Buffy at the top of her lungs, “THESE COOKIES NEED TO BE PACKED UP FOR TOMORROW, SO IF THE TWO OF YOU COULD, LIKE, STOP FOR A SOLID TWO SECONDS--”

“Buffy, do I get a cookie?” Jenny asked, making no effort to remove herself from Giles’s arms.

“No,” said Buffy. “Did you not hear Giles say no? You have a live-in pastry chef right there and he would literally make you cookies at two in the morning if you wanted them. These are for my little sister’s bake sale.”

Jenny considered this. Then, to Giles, “Will you make me cookies at two am?”

“See what you’ve started?” said Giles to Buffy, hoping against hope that no one would notice he hadn’t directly said no.