#stakedthat

[perfectanguish]

crusty old meme.

@stakedthat​​ asked:  “So why did you come?”

                      Wasn’t what he was expecting to hear, but it was better than fists flying his way. Though he was sure there was still a chance for that to happen. “Checking in,” he replied with a small wave of his hand to gesture at her, “but I see you’re fine. Better even.” Angel knew he could have and probably should have just called, but he always just needed to see her. To confirm physically that she was okay. “I should have called.”

[wickedlehane]

HUGS feat. Faith with Buffy (let’s be real, i cannot possibly tag every incredible buffy I know), @lostsovl, and Angel (namely @perfectanguish)

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[bayouroyalty]

@stakedthat​ con’t from here

The cage rattles, bends, and with it, Buffy’s body thumps on the matted ground. Hayley circles the makeshift ring in the old church, with the stained glass that gives this temporary gym an early century-gothic aura. She stops in front of her, offers her hand to help her off the ground — this is what she asked for, to learn how to fight vampires like them. The ones who don’t pick theatrics and disappear in a blink. And Buffy’s got the reflexes. Hayley knows she does. But she doesn’t have the training, not for this. 

Especially Hayley. Stronger, faster, better trained in combat and much more ruthless than your run of the mill vampire. 

Once she pulls Buffy off the ground, Hayley twists her arm, spins her around; she’s got her neck between her fingers, but with no intention of actually hurting her beyond the momentary soreness of a good tussle. ❛ Try it again — ❜ Hayley all but growls in Buffy’s ear. Then, she lets go, releasing her from her hold, from the grip on her jaw. 

❛ — You’re thinking too much. If you don’t let your senses and your body talk the talk and walk the walk, you’re gonna end up with your heart wrapped around someone’s fist. Try again. ❜

[murderousbitch]

@stakedthat​​​​ / continued from here.

                  Of course this was a Buffy pity party even though she was the one still breathing. Comical and surprising at best, especially given the blondes habit of biting the big one. But no, this time it had been the brunette to bite the big one or more so be the one on the receiving end of a bite. Kakistos got his wish, but he underestimated the power of the slayer and the demon that inhabited her body. The two joining forces and creating something new, something far more powerful, even more powerful than a thousand plus year old vampire.

At first she had been disgusted with what she had became, becoming the vary thing she’d been chosen to defeat. However that whole defeating nonsense was nothing more than just that, nonsense. She’d been weak, even as a slayer, so of course she’d died, falling at the hands of Kakistos who’d chased her across the country. But now? Now she was stronger than ever and she was nestled deep into the comfort that it brought. Despite the new found power and role she played in life, Faith still on occasion found herself reverting back to that of a slayer. It didn’t matter to her if she was a vampire now or not, other vampires still needed to be stopped.

That of course wouldn’t matter to anyone, especially Buffy. Her very question proving a point, a snort leaving the vamp as she shook her head. “Ah, come on, B...” she sighed, head tilting to the side as a devious smirk curled her lips, “thought you had a soft spot for vamps or am I not pretty enough to get a free pass?” she asked, of course speaking of the other excusing everything and anything that Angel had done.

[eulogiseme]

@stakedthat​

He feels her coming before she gets her hands around his throat — he lets her, arms outstretched as the thunderous impact to his shoulders cracks the pillar behind him. Klaus sports a delighted grin, blood on his hands, vampires dead at his feet, a token of his thank you; a strange and twisted showcase of his appreciation. For her help, mostly. To get her attention, perhaps. ❛ Hello, love.❜ He quips. ❛ I had a feeling you would not resist showing up.❜

[wickedlehane]

@stakedthat​ overheard my thoughts for a starter

There were only a few types of people who showed up to school early, namely the scholarship-hopeful athletes, the overachievers, and the ones who liked the quiet. Also teachers, but legally, they had to get there early. Faith was really none of the above, as she wasn’t a student, but if she had to pick an excuse, it was because she wanted to get in early before that little gremlin of a principal started to patrol the halls, since it was getting harder and harder to explain why there was a delinquent teen who didn’t belong constantly hanging out in the library.

Pfft, he could blow her for all she cared.

This morning, Faith had gotten up early enough to snag a couple of coffees from the Espresso Pump downtown on her walk from the motel. One for her, and one for-

“Hey, Buffy,” she hummed as the blonde pushed through the swinging library doors. “How’s it hanging?”

{You look like you could use some caffeine. Sheesh, rough night on patrol?}

The Slayer slid one white cup and its brown cardboard wrapper across Mr. Giles’ library counter towards Buffy. “I got you a latte.”

{I hope Mr. G doesn’t check the overdue book fee box too closely...}

[murderousbitch]

old as balls memes that’ve collected dust.

@stakedthat​ asked: ‘ we’ve made such a mess of this place. ‘

                   Looking around the once standing house, she gave a shrug. “Looked vacant an’ like no one had been in here for a few years,” she mused, running her fingers through her hair only to flick away debris; installation it looked like. “But I gotta say, I give us a ten out of ten score,” she grinned, giving the blonde a wink.

[bayouroyalty]

@stakedthat​

ARE YOU TRYING TO START A WAR?

It’s the last thing she says to him. Klaus retreats with a heavy dose of reality and an even heavier affliction of injuries. Its a dangerous standoff, equally powerful, equally formidable — and Hayley’s picking up the girl on the ground and in her arms as soon as she can no longer hear his footsteps in the distance. Hayley would’ve never thought to be carrying The Slayer in her arms. 

A myth, a boogieman — she makes the most dangerous of them quake in their boots. 

But not Hayley, who carefully sets her down on the front steps of the porch of the cabin in The Bayou. They don’t question her — the full moon shines brightly on the night sky behind them but Hayley remains as is, lifting The Slayer’s shirt and gauging her injuries with concern in her eyes. Its that gash, the one that runs through where her spleen should be — fuck.   

❛ — You need to heal. Now. ❜ And she bites into her wrist, tilts the girl’s head back, and forces her blood between her lips.