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the-wednesday-tales · 3 years

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17th Birthday

When he wakes up on his seventeenth birthday, Dean doesn’t expect much. He can’t even remember the last time he celebrated a birthday- Sammy will usually give him a (terribly) hand-drawn card and whatever little gift he’s managed to scrounge up on the road, but John lets the day pass just like any other. Dean doesn’t even want much, a simple happy birthday and candle to blow out would be more than enough..but he knows better than to ask for even that.

It’s been almost a year since John dragged him out of the boys home and back on the road. He’s been looking at Dean differently ever since, a subtle change that Dean can’t quite put his finger on, but can feel palpably nevertheless. He wants to know what he did, but he’s even more afraid to find out. For now he keeps his head down and does as he’s asked, like always.

Dean sighs and rolls out of bed, gets dressed. He throws together what could pass as breakfast for him and Sammy, and when they’re finished John walks in and hands Dean a rifle. Dean silently follows him out into the forest, where they waste away the morning shooting at trees and tin cans.

Sam sits on a stump reading the whole time.

When they get back to the room, Dean has barely sat down at the table to clean the guns when a stack of papers lands in front of him with a plop. He looks up to see John looming over the table, a hard glint in his eyes. Dean eyes the papers warily.

John clears his throat, “There’s a couple of ghosts terrorizing the convent just outside of town. Two nuns haunting the place”.

Dean glances up at John. “Should I pack a bag, so we can head out right away?”

John shakes his head, slaps a gruff hand down on Dean’s shoulder.

“I’m going to stay behind with Sammy. It’s time you took on a hunt by yourself. It’s a simple salt and burn, so even you can’t fuck that up.”

The hand on his shoulder squeezes hard enough to bruise and Dean bites his tongue and nods, shame burning at the back of his throat. John gives him keys to the Impala then heads over to Sammy without another word.

Dean tucks the papers into a duffel alongside the salt, matches, and shotgun casings then heads out.

**** When Dean gets to St. Stephen’s Indian Mission, he pulls over on the other side of the road and pulls out the papers to read. The stack contains a section from the town’s newspaper and some photocopied files from the church mentioned.

Dean settles back to start reading, and is barely a couple sentences in when his stomach drops.

Two nuns.

Two nuns who were in love with each other and were found out by the townspeople.

They killed themselves shortly after, bled out beside one another in the convent’s cemetery, curled together beneath the statue of St. Stephen.

Dean has to close his eyes and swallow against the bile that rises in his throat.

He knows. He knows. He knows. He knows.

Dean draws in a few shaky breaths and slowly opens his eyes. He finally knows what changed, finally understands why John has been looking at him differently. John knows.

Dean cycles through his memories, tries to pinpoint how John could have figured it out. Dean’s been so careful…so careful. He never looks too long, he never flirts, and he certainly has never brought a boy back to the motel. And yet John still knows.

Maybe he can tell just by looking at Dean.

He spends a few more moments in the car, tamping down the rising panic before he gets out and starts investigating.

*** Night has fallen and Dean has spent the better part of two hours locating the graves of the two nuns- Helen and Adelaide. They were hidden in the forest behind the cemetery, marked by two simple crosses. They weren’t even given the decency of being buried in the cemetery, let alone a headstone.

He spends another couple of hours digging up the two graves. Two graves is so much harder then one, and tiring when you’re the only one digging.

He understands what this hunt is now. He understands why it’s his first one alone.

It’s punishment.

John sent him out here as punishment for what he has done, for who he is.

Dean wonders how many hunts, how many punishments he will have to endure until he is normal, until he is clean.

By the time he uncovered both sets of bones, the moon is high in the sky and lights the graves in an eerie bluish color. The nuns are dressed in plain clothes, their habits no where to be seen. Dean bites his cheek until it bleeds. Of course they aren’t in their habits. They defied God. They defied the natural order. They were sinners…abominations.

And now John knows. He knows Dean is just like them. That he is tainted, wrong, unnatural.

Dean goes to pour the salt into the two graves, but stops.

With tears slipping down his cheeks, he carefully moves one set of bones into the other grave. Places them side by side until they are resting together.

Maybe they couldn’t be together when they were alive, but at least now they will be together forever. They deserve that much.

He pours the salt and lights the match. Drops it in with a shaking hand.

He watches as the flames burn steadily. He contemplates stepping into the flames for just a second, a minute. No one else would have to know if he died. His secret would be safe. And he would be clean, right? The fire would purify him, purge him of sins and cleanse his soul of its stains.

But the thought passes, and he thinks of Sammy. He can’t leave him alone. Sammy deserves a good father and while John damn well will never be one, Dean can try.

Dean watches until the flames burn out, tears silently streaming down his face.

On the drive back he has to pull over on the side of the road to throw up. He retches until there’s nothing left in his stomach and the bile burns his throat. When he’s done his chest is heaving, but he still feels sick. His throat burns and his heart hurts when he thinks of Helen and Adelaide. He wonders if he’ll meet the same fate.

He spends a few minutes kneeling in the dirt panting, then pushes himself to his feet, wipes his mouth clean, and gets back in the car.

When he returns to the motel room, he can’t meet John’s eyes. Dean knows that look will be written plainly across John’s face, knows now what that look means and why it’s there.

He tells John “It’s done” and goes to bed.

*** The next time John sends him on a solo hunt won’t be for years after that.

Inspired by @halfofmysoull @heller-jensen @bisexualrowena and the gut wrenching thing that is J*hn W*nchester’s journals.

Now on ao3

#dean #supernatural #dean winchester #ficlet #supernatural fanfiction #my writing #john winchester #tw suicide mention #tw homophobia

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bestiarum · 3 years

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He knows.

For Christ’s sake, he knows.

He knows, you think, as you find out, as you know about them, and the love they held for one another. They defied God, and they were found out, and for that they were punished. If you defied your father, and he found out, you’d be punished, too.

He knows, you think. This is the punishment.

“How. How does he know?” you ask yourself as you get behind the wheel of his car. You’ve been careful. You’ve been so careful! Your gaze would never wonder, you’d never let it. You wouldn’t flirt, you wouldn’t smile too eagerly. All of your shame would be concealed smoothly, just like the dark shadows would be concealed under the eyes of girls you’d go out with.

(All of your shame is dark and clear now, just like the eyeliner on his eyelids that you’d kiss, hiding behind the school building; stark and shiny, just like the sliver earring in his earlobe that you’d bite teasingly while he chuckled. “It tickles,” he’d say in his defense, and you’d do it again, just to hear his laughter, as slivery as the metal you’d taste in your mouth.)

He knows, you think as you find their graves, and you remember the last time he was disappointed in you. The time you disobeyed, the time you forgot what your job is, what it always was and always will be. The time you almost let your brother die. He looked at you differently, from then on, and you couldn’t stand it. You knew you deserved it, but it still stung.

This is worse, you decide, because he knows.

He knows, you think as you watch the flames, and you tell yourself the tears in your eyes are just due to the smoke that makes the night alive with its warm-toned, bitter cloud that plumes from the grave and vanishes in the dark sky. You wipe the wetness of your eyes away with your hands; the graveyard dirt that’s under your fingernails and in the cracks of the skin on your palms smears on your sweaty nose and cheeks.

You are dirty, now and always, and he knows about it.

He knows, you remind yourself as you don’t dare to meet his eyes in the motel. You shower, hoping it removes the dirt from your skin, and from your soul, but water can only do the former. You think maybe tears could, as you cry, your sobs dampened by the running water.

They don’t, and nothing can, because he knows. You keep crying anyway, until you have to stop and go to bed.

You can’t sleep, because he who lies in the bed across the room, just a couple of feet from you, knows.

***

A long time passes before your next lonely hunt and you hope that he forgets, but you know he won’t and you know that it’s because he knows, and nothing can change that.

He knows.

And you, as always, are helpless.

*****

Inspired by @halfofmysoull.

I have no idea what I’m doing, English isn’t my first language and I’ve never posted a fic on tumblr before, so if you have any comments, please don’t hesitate to educate me. This is the fruit of a sudden strike of inspiration, but either way, I hope y'all enjoy it :)

Also, reblogs are very welcome!

#we all know what this is about #fuck john winchester #spn #dean winchester

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harringroveficlibrary · 4 years

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soulmate fic recs? been in strong mood for those and having a hard time finding some :) thanks!!!

sure thing :^) (under the cut because it got a bit long) -cade

Blood and Pain by Carerra_os (1/1 | 1,583 | Teen+)

Billy and Steve are soulmates, they don't find that out till they fight.

It kind of feels like being punched in the gut, seeing Nancy’s neat scrawl on the inside of Jonathan's arm, the exact same scrawl Steve saw on her bare arm just a few moments ago. Jonathan and Nancy both look guilty, at least, but it does not make it any easier. Steve thought she was safe, thought she was like him, that she did not have a soulmate, and it hurts, finding out different. Steve has always been good at ignoring though, at pushing down his own feelings and putting on a good face for others, and now is no different.

warnings: blood & injury, canon typical violence

Origin of Love by TaytheBae (1/1 | 4,168 | Teen+)

Billy Hargrove was an asshole. But it wasn’t his attitude that stopped Steve dead in his tracks during basketball practice two days after Billy’s arrival to Hawkins. They were playing shirts and skins, and without a care in the world, Billy ripped off his shirt. Along with revealing miles of tanned skin and firm muscles, Steve saw a faded red mark right above Billy’s navel that seemed to resemble the sun. While it wouldn’t seem unusual to anyone else, Steve couldn’t take his eyes away from the little red splotch. -

Steve never knew what the red sun-shaped mark right above his bellybutton was for. Not until he met Billy Hargrove.

Lips to Lips, Scars to Scars by lostnoise (1/1 | 7,491 | Mature)

From the soulmates prompt, #15: the one where every lie your soulmate tells you appears on your skin.

His parents have to sit him down and tell him what it means - not the words themselves, but what it means that they showed up at all on his skin. That there’s someone out there waiting for him. That he should pay attention to what kind of person his soulmate is.

Because only their lies will show up on his arm.

warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, temporary character death, period typical homophobia

Tall Tales and Fairy Rings by lostnoise (1/1 | 1,394 | General)

The Harrington Estate sits upon the edge of Hawkins Forest, acres and acres of wooded land. Steven, heir to Lord Harrington, is sixteen when he starts exploring the lands of his father and forefathers.

Growing up, he’s hears all the stories about the types of creatures, things, that live in the forest. He’s heard of kelpies living in streams and wayward ponds; he’s heard of trolls who stalk through the forest looking for their next meal; he’s even heard of werewolves, men who change at will, men who must change under the full moon, taking residence up in their forests.

Of all the creatures and tales Steven has been told, the very last he expects to find, at the base of the thickest tree at the very heart of the forest, is a fairy ring.

my baby lives in shades of blue by psychdelia (1/1 | 1,250 | Teen+)

Before blue, Steve's life was dull. Lifeless.

The Secret Voice of Hidden Love by Yikes_Writes (11/11 | 22,328 | Mature)

Steve's soulmate was good with words. Billy's soulmate was a beautiful artist.

In other words, a soulmate au where whatever is drawn on one soulmate, appears on the other. Plenty of mutual pining and the Steve & Barb friendship for the ages.

warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, underage drinking, & drug use

talk to me by lesbianferrissbueller (1/1 | 2,904 | Teen+)

/“On your 18th birthday, on your wrist will appear the first words your soulmate will ever say to you.”/

And they always say it like that: “will ever say.” Not has said. Because it’s practically unheard of that you would have met your soulmate- your literal twin flame or whatever- before that. Which is why, Steve is staring at the words on his wrist in absolute shock because either he’s heard this a million times or he’s heard it very specifically once and he doesn’t know which one it is.

/“Harrington, right?”/

Lit up like a match by nagdabbit (1/1 | 4,043 | General)

And then in swooped Lillian fucking Hargrove. Lillian with sun lightened curls and miles and miles of tanned skin. Lilly with a fight in her belly and a fire in her eyes. Billy with a mean right hook and permanent bruises that Steve was too late to identify. Billy who didn't seem to know soft or sweet or kind. Who didn't seem to know what to do with Steve, so she settled for hating him instead.

On a Friday night, in a Chicago dive, Steve meets a familiar face.

Keep me in your glow by nagdabbit (1/1 | 1,770 | General)

He was a face in a crowd, and usually he could remember that. Usually he could find comfort in that. That there was a whole world spinning on, and it didn’t revolve around him.

But some days, someone would go out of their way to let Billy know just what they thought of him. A stranger with a cruel, twisted face would come right up and spit insults and curses at him that left his hands shaking and eyes burning with a fear that he’d thought he’d left back in Hawkins

Sometimes people are dicks, and Steve makes it better by rambling.

Bruises by I_Will_Die_With_This_Ship (1/1 | 1,213 | Not Rated)

On their fifth birthday, a person would get something on them to indicate who their soulmate was. Be it a symbol, a name, an initial, or in Steve's case, a bruise.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, self harm

and they lived happily ever after by pratintraining (10/10 | 14,526 | Teen+)

Ever After Inc. was a small family-owned business that dealt in organizing and facilitating fairy tale Happily Ever Afters for their clients. Owned by the Harringtons, they've built a reputation for themselves over the years in using the tiny bit of magic they have to look at a person and put them in just the right place at the right time to make good things happen for them. Their most famous service was being able to unite soulmates. As their tagline said, "It's not chance, and it's not just fate. It's Ever After." (And then came the harp that started their trademark jingle.)

Steve gets hired to find a soulmate for Princess Nancy. He tries his best, and everything works out. Rated T for some swears.

let lips do what hands do by halfofmysoul (1/1 | 7,284 | General)

In a world where soulmates are rare and cause you to see in color, Billy and Steve collide on Venice Beach when they're nine years old.

warnings: graphic depictions of violence, domestic violence, homophobic language

We've All Got Bruises by deansangel_cas97 (1/1 | 2,296 | Not Rated)

Steve doesn't remember the first bruises. All he remembers is that one day he was fine, and then the next morning a bright purple and yellow bruise was blossoming on his chest and a small round one on his cheek.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings (and judging by the summary id recommend proceeding w/caution if you’re easily triggered)

Open Book by tracy7307 (1/1 | 2,559 | Explicit)

When Steve was fifteen, he received a parchment, just like every fifteen-year-old did. It was about the size of a half a sheet of notebook paper, and he knew that if he pressed an inky thumbprint to it, it would reveal one simple word that would be associated heavily with his soulmate -- sometimes it was a name, sometimes an eye color, sometimes an important object to that person, or the first word they’d say to you. Sometimes there was no word at all, for those who were meant to be happiest with no romantic partner.

“Here goes nothin,” he said, and pressed his inked thumb to the parchment. His stomach swooped low and nervous as he waited for the word to form, terrified for several seconds that it might actually remain blank, but then a word appeared in faint ink and grew darker, eventually turned vivid and black in front of him.

CAMARO

If it Keeps on Rainin', Levee's Goin' to Break by shocked_into_shame (1/1 | 10,255 | Explicit)

In a world where soulmates only know they are soulmates until they kiss and the bond is sealed, Steve is afraid that he's never going to meet his missing piece.

And there's no way in hell that Billy - who makes Steve's blood boil day in and day out - could possibly be that missing piece.

No way.

[a soulmate AU]

i wanna be (the place you call home) by wickedlittleoz (1/1 | 2,213 | Mature)

But there were a lot of Steves in this world and Billy hardly thought he’d meet his soulmate in a shitty hole like Hawkins.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, implied/referenced suicide

My Heart Knew by LadyFrandrews (14/14 | 29,766 | Mature)

He knows his reputation isn't the best, but he's never messed around when it comes to his heart.

Before she died, his Ma spoke to him all the time about what having a soulmate meant. But he's seen what happens when your soulmate dies and he doesn't want his. Not if it means he's going to turn into his old man. Or try to make a pretend, happy family with someone else who's lost their soulmate too.

He was doing just fine until they uprooted and replanted themselves in Hawkins. His pendant never changed temperature until they got closer and closer to this shitty little town.

He absolutely ignored the prickling it caused underneath his skin the night at Tina's Halloween party. It's been months.

keep your heart open (i'll keep mine open too) by callunavulgari (1/1 | 7,915 | Explicit)

“Did you even like me before you found out I was your soulmate?” Billy murmurs as he kisses a line down Steve’s throat. It bobs a little under his lips as Steve swallows, and Billy can feel Steve’s fingers digging into his hips, but he isn’t pushing him away.

“I don’t even like you now,” Steve says, but it’s a little too breathless, a little too much of a lie. Billy looks at him, and presses a careful kiss to the bruise on Steve’s jaw.

Steve’s eyes are dark, and he isn’t pushing Billy away.

Billy bites down on Steve’s ear, murmurs into it, “Liar.”

warnings: child abuse, recreational drug use

You're ripped at every edge (but you're a masterpiece) by BarbarianBillyHargrove (1/1 | 4,445 | Teen+)

When Billy showed up on the Byer’s doorstep, Steve watched with a red haze as he contemplated what it meant. His first soul match had failed- or was on the way there. And his second appeared to be a mistake. He’d heard stories of one-sided soul bonds, they were messy and ended only with disaster. This is what Steve thought about when purple blended with red and he lost consciousness to his potential soulmate’s fists.

warnings: child abuse

The Undertow by Ceose (1/1 | 2,563 | General)

Billy is born with his mark.

warnings: character chose not to use archive warnings, off screen character suicide/death

The Sapling by flippyspoon (1/1 | 3,641 | Mature)

Billy's mark appears.

To The Edge by Greedy_Insanity (1/1 | 1,963 | Teen+)

When your soulmates last words are on your wrist, do you really want to meet your soulmate?

Or two teenage boys deny their love for each other, until they realize they can't.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Love Me Rotten by Rebldomakr (1/1 | 1,084 | Mature)

Steve was born with a crudely drawn sun on the middle of his chest, Billy was born with a garland around his wrist.

#stranger things #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #soulmates #soulmate au

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sunnydaleherald · 3 years

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, December 22 - Wednesday,December 23

The Sunnydale Herald is currently looking for some new editors! Drop us an ask if you're interested!

DAWN: Candles?! We can't have candles? BUFFY: Dawn, it's magic clearance. Everything must go. DAWN: B-but they're just candles! BUFFY: Well, yeah, you know, to you and me they're just candles, but to ... witches they're ... like bongs. So, no candles, no charms, no -- WILLOW: Bird. BUFFY: No bird? WILLOW: That peacock on the table. It has two crystals in it. Tara, she... she left them. BUFFY: I'll make sure she gets them.

~~Buffy Season 6 Episode #111: "Gone"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Still Inside (Buffy/Spike, E) by MaggieLaFey

Christmas in Hell (Angel, Skip, Vamp!Willow, Lindsey, Wesley/Lilah, T) by beer_good_foamy

Hospitalized (Giles, Buffy, Willow, Xander, G) by ynyseira

Time (Spike/Xander, unrated) by AngelynMoon

Crash by HollyDB

Wish we had more time[Before I forget it all] (Dawn, G) by The_odd_one

Don't let tomorrow come[or you'll be gone] (Spike, Dawn,unrated) by The_odd_one

Winter Travel (Buffy/Faith, G) by TheOriginalLovelace

Sur les genoux du Père Noël (Warren/Andrew, T, French) by Petite_Laitue

Troublesome Two (Spike, M, Teen Wolf xover) by skargasm

Soft Spot (Buffy/Spike, T) by Cheetoh

Rasa Sordidum (Xander/Tara, M) by Jacob_M_Bosch

Christmas past, present and future with Giles (Giles/Reader, unrated) by prose-for-hire

Sacrifice (Willow/OC, unrated, ABO) by 80sheart90sbaby

Shades and Songs (Buffy/Spike, T) by DarkVoid116

Feral For Your Honey (Buffy/Spike, E) by SoddThis

Slippers (Buffy/Spike, E) by sweetprincipale

A Night Meant to Be (Buffy/Spike, T) by tbd

That Same Slayer (Buffy/Spike, T) by acekoomboom

[Chaptered Fiction]

Blessures connectées (Buffy/Faith, G, French) by MalvyDaina

Zombie Apocalypse For Beginners Ch. 1 (Xander, T, Walking Dead xover) by Jacob_M_Bosch

Still Want, Take, Have Girl Ch.1-42/42 (COMPLETE) (Buffy/Faith, M) by QuillBard

Finding Home Ch. 1 (Ensemble, G, Harry Potter xover) by Buffyworldbuilder

The Future is Ours , Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, E) by DarkEternity96

When all you've got is hurt, Chapter 25 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Twinkles

Mythical Creatures, Chapter 8-9 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Passion4Spike

Anniversary , Chapter 38 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Nik84

Time After Time - Dawn's Light, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, E) by MissLuci

These Violent Delights, Chapter 38 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Touchstoneaf

Daughter of Aurelius, Chapter 21 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Loup Noir

Have a Very Spuffy Christmas!, Chapter 22-23 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Puppet

Still Inside, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, E) by MaggieLaFey

The Darkling, Chapter 88 (Buffy/Spike, E) by OffYourBird

Demon Love Languages, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, T) by misskittyfantastico

Until Then, Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Holly

Distant Thunder, Chapter 31 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Axell

Kindred, Chapter 35 (Buffy/Spike, E) by sweetprincipale

Flickers, Chapter 32 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Dusty

The One Eyed Carpenter and the Moon Maid Ch. 8 (Xander, T, mystery xover) by JoeB

Game Over Ch. 28 (Buffy, E, Exalted xover) by MabusIOI

The Werewolves Of London Ch. 7 (Oz, T, Harry Potter xover) by Rod

City of Demons (Spike, Angel, G, Twilight xover) by HalfofMySoul

Chapter 13 (Part of a Balanced Breakfast) of What Makes a Monster (Buffy/Spike, unrated) by SleepingTigress

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: Spuffy sunrise manips by thenewbuzwuzz

Artwork: Spike Icons by thisyearsgirls

Anya icons by artsying-ifer

Artwork: BtVS Moodboard by theslayervest

Artwork: Buffy Sketches by arcturedraws

Artwork: Some more Buffy reboot sketches by buffylover

Artwork: Buffy by DanFuller965

Video: Sanguine Daydream - A song inspired by Buffy by InexperiencedLuthier

[Reviews & Recaps]

PODCAST: Episode 66 - City Of / Lonely Hearts (feat. Stacey Abbott) by Conversations With Dead People

PUBLICATION: Harm’s Way by Rewatching Angel

[Fandom Discussions]

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Wtf by anonymousrobinhoodqueer

What if “sirens” were just vampires by artish-calamity

Discussion of 3.16 "Sleep Tight" by Priceless

Reacting to Reactions BtVS S3 by Multiple Authors

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Superstar & The Ridiculousness of Buffy by EBeewtf

List of jobs Buffy could have had or ways to make money by Adriannee

Season 6 question? by RaspberryBri

Ok so I have finished season 4 by Diccy123

My first rewatch by SweetandUnsweet

Just realized something in Crush season 5 episode by Hollyvu

Quoted descriptions of Buffy Characters by Cia1313

What was your initial, very first reaction to Buffy? by danzalthar

Books in Giles Library. by therealbabyshell

Loss, heartbreak and Buffy by Mika95

Who do you prefer? by Proud3GnAthst

Willow isn’t a good person by Veteran_Ozzy

Re-watching "Helpless" now...why doesn't Buffy enlist Angel's help?? by ClarissaDarjeeling

Cooke Dough Speech - I don't get it?! by sheep-shape

Rewatching. Why does Buffy always want to sleep with the window open???? by dickwhitman61

For the fans who watched Buffy during it's original airing, was the ending of "Becoming Part 2" a big deal for fans and you? by jdpm1991

Anyone else hate that we find out Angel knew who Buffy was before she was a Slayer? by jdpm1991

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Watching Buffy w/ daughter, need recommendations by Shaunobi

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The Wish by how-far-weve-come

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Do you think that Joyce and Giles should have been together? by Proud3GnAthst

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