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Faith you are so close to figuring it out

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people acting like faith would dom buffy. lmao. lmfao even. if buffy said down! faith would trip over herself in her haste to listen. what are we doing here y'all

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"I don't have time for defensiveness, and weird mixed signals, I have faith for that"

okay so you agree. you agree that you and faith have a impossible-to-label romantic connection

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no but what was the point of having faith draw that heart on the window if not to make her look incredibly gay and in love with buffy. like was there anything else we were supposed to take away from that or

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buffy loves faith and buffy loves spike but she could NOT date them both at the same time. you must understand. these are the 2 neediest most vindictive most self-hating people on the planet. their response to feeling unloved by buffy is to start killing people. i don’t think polysecure is gonna solve this one guys

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I say it every time but it's soooo crazy how all of Buffy's classmates definitely think she's gay and came out and got kicked out for being gay in Dead Man's Party.

Even when they talk about angel that's such a dyke name. And then faith comes in? And buffy goes on dates with her??? And faith is drawing little hearts on the windows in her science class???? Like average sunnydale student just thinks season 3 buffy is a lesbian right?

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"that show is queerbaiting" maybe you just aren't evolved enough to appreciate those freaks being homoerotic but i am

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"that show is queerbaiting" maybe you just aren't evolved enough to appreciate those freaks being homoerotic but i am

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faith lehane’s avoidance issues are so bad she left her own murder. buffy summers’ abandonment issues are so bad she felt abandoned by faith dropping off a building after she tried to murder faith.

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#22 or #36 prompts for fuffy pretty please🥺 (or both)

Okay so this has been in my drafts for a few months because couldn’t quite get the tone of this right, but I think I finally got it to where I’m content with this. I hope you enjoy!

From prompts list.

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Slinked tight into the shadows, Faith stared into Buffy’s room. It wasn’t anything special, not technically. But in her mind it was always cozy-warm, light pastels and cheery posters, shit like that. The stuff she never had. The real deal wasn’t far off.

Buffy stood in front of her mirror, brushing her hair. Faith was careful to keep her own reflection away as she peered through. She saw the stuffed pig sitting on her perfectly made bed — Mr. Gordo, she remembers — and other random trinkets lying around. The other stuff she never got. What else is new here?

Buffy made a face as she got to a tangle, and idly Faith wondered if she combed through those blonde locks one hundred times every night, and if birds stopped to sing at her windowsill as she did. Though, the only bird perched there was her.

She focused back to the rehearsed lines in her head, about the tremors she could add to her voice. She wondered how easy it would be to get Buffy to believe her.

Buffy wanted her good. She wanted the perfect slayer; the one who followed her commands, her life style, wanted Faith to be one who lived in her town. Fuck that.

Faith would make this her town. She would make Buffy the fool; stop constantly being one. If this works.

Faith shifted on the roof, shook away her nerves (the ones she didn’t need anyways), and gently eased the window open.

Buffy whips around when the window inevitably creaks — old thing — and looks around for the intruder. With luck, the moonlight was hidden behind the tree out front, and she was shielded in darkness.

“Angel?” Her voice is careful, but calm. He must do this regularly.

“Buffy.” Vulnerable. Fragile. That’s what she needed to be.

“Faith?” Buffy’s voice hardens, and there’s a slight shift in her stance, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t a slayer.

She brings herself into the light, missing the safety blanket it gave. Buffy’s face filled with confusion as the other girl stood. It was only half seen; she’d blocked the light. But she could see her well enough.

“I think I’m in trouble.” She makes herself small, putting a slight tremor in her movements.

Buffy quirks her head, raising a threatening fist. “Well, if you sneak into a girl’s room uninvited…”

Faith ignores her barb, and goes back to her lines.

“No, for real. I…” she trails off, and takes few steps closer into the room. “I know what I said. What I did. But, this doesn’t feel right.”

Buffy’s face is solid, lips pursed in a thin line. “Gee, what got you so queasy, Faith? The murders? tying me up, betraying me, Angel’s soul; I mean really, the list goes on. So what? Little bit of quiet and you can’t deal?” She crosses her arms tight over herself.

“Remember what Angel said? That killing for him, it was like a drug. And I gotta say, the stuff’s trippy. But I think I just got off the road.”

Buffy stares back at her, florescent lights reflecting off those crystal blue eyes. Faith takes a few small steps closer. She stands in the center now, mere inches away from Buffy. Her damp boots leave small imprints in the soft fabric.

“What?” Is all Buffy says back.

“I know you were there. Watching. Waiting. Could feel you,” She rasps out.

Faith’s never been called studious, but she’s studied Buffy like a book. She knows how Buffy ticks. What gets her blood pumping under her skin. How she gets riled up, all for her. She sees the slightest changes in her face, the smallest drop of her shoulders, the heavy rise and fall of her chest. A clock strikes, and somewhere Buffy Summers ticks to her time.

Slayer powers may allow her to literally sense her, but Faith’s sure she could of done it anyways. Something in her just reaches out. Feels for her; scratches and presses in, and bam — there she is: the golden girl with a halo.

“Why now?” She asks — begs, quietly.

Because he needs me to.

The Boss needs her to stall Buffy, she’s gonna do it. He needs to get the box uninterrupted, and she needs him. Well — no, she doesn’t need him. But to make the town hers? She needs that. To be the Slayer, not just a spare part. And this is how. Precious Buffy Summers falls, and she ascends.

“Dunno. We always knew I was a little slow, right?” She steps closer still, almost impossibly, and lifts a hand to the ends of her hair.

“Is that blood on your hands?” Faith could feel her breath on her face.

Right. She’d almost forgotten about that. She’d gotten into a fight on the way here, just around the corner to her block. Some big demon with lumps of flesh claws for hands. She was glad for it though; gave her something to punch. Something to kill.

She brings her hand down, tries not to stare too hard and the small red streak left behind in the blonde.

“S’not human, promise. Trying to veer off the hard stuff, remember?”

Buffy steps backwards suddenly, her back hitting against her desk before realizing she can’t go that way anymore. She opps to push past her instead and goes to where Faith was by her open window.

“No. No, you don’t get to do this,” She says sharply. “You don’t get to just — just climb through my window whenever you get weepy, and then climb back out when you’re done with it and go murder some random guy! You need to leave.” She points a hand back towards the window.

“That’s not what I’m doing,” Faith responds immediately, becoming defensive.

“Isn’t it?” Buffy asks with a cruel tilt of the head, holding herself up high like some kind of all-pure-holy-authority.

Faith grinds her teeth together, and forces herself to stay on task. Not punch and punch and punch and punch that self righteous face until it’s good and bloody.

“No. I get it now. I…” Faith trails off, glancing down at her stained hands. Her mind rattles around for something to say. She’d long fallen off her script, if she’s being honest.

“I want you to go.” Buffy cuts in. Only Faith doesn’t go. She can’t. For the box. She has to get the box.

“I’ve got all this power. Makes me feel good. Strong. Real god like. But it makes me do these things…things I don’t have control over. Nothing’s in control, Buffy.” When Faith dares to steal a glance, Buffy stands still by the window watching her with an unreadable expression.

“I can’t trust myself, B.” she rips her eyes away, “I don’t know what I’m capable of anymore. Or maybe I do, but it’s nothing good. I’m not — I don’t know what to do anymore.” She treads cautiously to the bed and takes a seat at the edge.

Buffy moves after her, when the room fell silent for a few moments. But she was here, sitting down next to her. She was listening. Really listening, this time.

It’s working.

Her head aches as she goes, her heart beating in her chest like a cage fighter. But she continues lets the lies spill from her, and pushes down any voice in her head telling her that truth lies smack dab in the middle of it.

“I don’t even know what I’m doin’. Everything hurts. Nothing makes sense.” Faith’s gaze falls back to the small red streak in her hair.

Buffy’s eyes bore into hers searching desperately for something. Faith refuses to meet them, and hopes Buffy believes whatever’s even coming out of her mouth right now.

“I was made to be a slayer, and I can’t even do that right.” And sometimes, she wants to say, it feels too right. But she kept that for herself.

“Oh Buffy, I’m so scared.” She takes a deep breath and launches herself into Buffy’s arms, praying she doesn’t shove her out the window.

She doesn’t do that. She doesn’t do much of anything. Buffy tenses, letting out a broken gasp of surprise. She doesn’t put her arms around her, they stay iron clad at her sides, balled up in tight fists.

Faith grips the back of Buffy’s pajama shirt in between her fingers, trying to push her closer to her than she already is. When she tucks her face in the side of her neck, she can feel her own breath hit back on her face.

Something wet falls on her shoulder. She can feel how Buffy’s shaking, just slightly. Or — maybe it’s her. She can’t tell with how close they are. Faith practically molds herself to the other girl, trying to goad her into doing something. Anything.

Then slowly, like an injured bird approaching a new nest, Buffy places her hands to Faith’s back. They slide up and down soothingly, just barely traces of her nails on her skin.

“It’s okay,” she says, in the quietest tone one can manage and still be heard in, like her voice had completely given out. Like every ounce of her strength fell to those hands, and she’s got no more left for her words. “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

Someone makes a small whimper, and Buffy’s hands find her hair, slowly picking up a strand, smoothing it out between her fingers, then moving on to the next.

Somewhere out in the distance, a phone rings, and they both ignore it. Faith clings to her tightly, both shaking, both unable to let go.

She doesn’t remember a time where anyone’s ever held her like this. Maybe when she was small, and less of a shit. Maybe her mom, on a good day. She didn’t have many of those.

The world blurs around her, and Faith’s body grows cold, no matter how warm the woman next to her is. The heels of her palms dig harder into Buffy’s back, trying to feel anything from it. To wake her body from its numbed out state.

Buffy’s still whispering small it’s okay’s and it will be alright, you’re not alone into her shoulder, but Faith stopped hearing it a while ago.

Maybe it could be just them, she thinks. Her mind melts away, and it’s just her and B, the slayers; the Chosen Two. Two of a kind.

One soul meets another, and maybe Faith can believe her. Everything will be okay. They will be okay. Together.

When the phone rings a second time, Buffy kisses her softly on the head and pulls away to look her in the eye.

“It could be Giles, it’s pretty late.” Her voice was hoarse as she said it. When she pulls away and heads for the door Faith can see her face stained with tears.

“Buffy wait—!” Faith knows what that call is. Her stomach turns tight.

“Don’t worry, I-I’ll be back. I promise.” And with that, Buffy was gone from view.

Faith wipes her face, and her hand comes back wet. Was she crying too?

The slayer shakes her head, and gets up hastily from the bed. Buffy will be back any minute. She’d have realized what this was. A trick. A show.

Faith took one last glance around. The white rug, the striped walls, the cutesy posters B had hung around the room, the stupid little trinkets she collected. A waste.

It was better this way. The Boss must’ve had the box by now. She had won. She smiled a sick smile, ignoring the few tears that slipped through. Faith headed back out the window and back to the shadows.

All that was left behind was curtains blowing in the breeze and an angry broken-hearted blonde in the center of the room who called out her name.

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As always I’m so late to this trend

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faith and buffy's first encounter in s7 but with faith joyfully screaming at her: "honey, guess who's back from jail!". buffy is unimpressed.

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hiii so I saw this on someone else's acc and I rlly wanted to do this!! I am obsessed with Buffy so here we go~

The first character I first fell in love with: Willow Rosenberg!! I mean, is it really a surprise? I think I saw myself in her throughout the show; we're both awkward unconfident gingers who are desperate to feel needed. I had a huge crush on Willow at the start, and I loved seeing her character arc and all of her romantic partners!! She'll always have a special place in my heart <3

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Probably Giles, honestly. I was young-ish when I started watching Buffy, and I didn't really understand or like his character very much. In the first season, he's just so stuffy and librarian-y. But seeing his character develop and change into someone a lot cooler than his season one self was so amazing. Love Giles <3

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Please, does anyone even like Xander? Like I get that he can be funny sometimes but I just didn't see the point in a lot of decisions that the writers made for him. He was often misogynistic and inappropriate, and that behavior was almost rewarded by giving him love interests WAY out of his league. I never understood how Cordy, Willow, and Anya could have low enough standards to date that man.

The character I love that everyone else hates: Kennedy!!! She gets so much hate just for not being Tara, and I did love Tara so much, but I don't hate Kennedy because of that. Kennedy helped Willow mature into a self-assured adult. She was always respectful of Willow's past relationship with Tara, especially in 'The Killer In Me'. Aahhh I just love her so much, she deserves none of the hate she gets.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Not really anyone, I love them all!

The character I’d want to be like: Who in their right mind wouldn't want to be like Tara?? She's forever my favorite character, and in season 6, is the glue that holds the Scoobies together. She's so sweet and maternal and loving <3

The character I’d slap:Were he still alive (which I think he might possibly be in the comics??), Warren

A pairing that I love: Omg I love so many pairings in this show, but I think romantically it has to be Willow and Tara all the way <3 They're forever my otp in any show ever. Platonically, it's pretty much a tie between Spike/Dawn or Tara/Dawn. Dawn went through so much and is so overhated by the fandom. Even her own sister (although she was struggling with her mother's death too) didn't properly recognise her sister's pain the way that Tara and Spike did. They also both related heavily to Dawn; Spike had that whole conversation with Dawn about not being able to be good, and although it wasn't really shown on-screen, Tara related to discovering that things she had thought about herself were not true (Tara thinking she was a demon, Dawn discovering she was the key)

A pairing that I despise: Willow and Xander is eternally the worst romantic ship of all time. As I said earlier, Willow was WAY out of Xander's league. Also, with Oz, Tara, and Kennedy, Willow had the most impeccable taste. How in the world did she fall for Xander??

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The idea of Kanade's music being this absolutely soul-crushing thing is wild, but I can see the story, I can see how it works. Picture me this:

Kanade's mom exits the picture, and she gets mad/sad/frustrated that her father's song that her mom loved so much couldn't save her, so she initially starts to write one that she thinks would've saved her out of spite. Then her Dad goes into that coma so soon after she writes him a song. At that point, Kanade is convinced her music destroys people, and decides to stew in it because she hates it. She hates how she's so good at composing, but her songs destroy people. But she still does it because that's how she feels, and if it destroys everyone else around her then so be it.

Enter Mafuyuu.

Cheerful, peppy, socialable, perfect daughter on her way to becoming a perfect doctor, happy about making her parents happy. She wholeheartedly believes that she likes this, she wants this, and that this is simply her identity. Then she finds Kanade's music, and is suddenly hit with that crushing realization that she's wrong. It makes her feel like her situation is actually terrible. Kanade's music doesn't destroy people, it makes them aware of their (already existing) negative emotions. Mafuyu had become aware of her negative emotions. But she still doesn't understand why, so that's what draws her into Discord at 9am. She writes the lyrics to Kanade's music hoping to express the feelings she's never felt before.

Also what if it worked that way for everyone, like Ena listens to it for the first time and suddenly feels this immense doubt in her skills, and an urgent desire to fix it. Or Mizuki listens to it and suddenly feels so discontent with their disciplined lifestyle.

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daycord at 9 am (nightcord at 25:00 opposite personality au) headcanons

their music is like, those type of j-pop music that have upbeat rhythm but depressing lyrics BUT in reverse. So Kanade could be making the most jammable death metal known to mankind and Mafuyu would write "I took a bath with a rubber ducky, quack quack" for the lyrics. The MV being the most jaw dropping renaissance art known to mankind combined with a nice lyrics placement and editing. This is too cursed, thank god they barely upload.

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