#buffy x reader

Ი𐑼 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊, 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐘 frat boys, annoying teachers trying and failing to instill some sort of responsibility into the minds of their young students, and situationships, flings, talking stages whatever you wanted to call it. It was like hell and you were in it. Especially because you either couldn’t read the signals or she was sending you all the wrong ones. It was like talking to someone who spoke a completely different language from you and you hated it. And loved it at the same time. It was like drugs. You want to stop but you can’t. You know you should stop, before you get hurt or inevitably embarrass yourself so badly you have to change schools. But something about Buffy Summers is making you want to see this humiliation ritual through. Like she’s somehow worth the fallout. It’s a scary feeling if you were being honest with yourself.

To make matters worse, professor Walsh assigned the two of you together for the upcoming paper on the “Id and the pursuit of pleasure.” You suppose you could relate, maybe a bit too much. But the whole thing truly felt like the universe was playing some kind of prank on you. Maybe it was a sign. The problem is, you didn’t know whether it was a good sign or a bad sign. Should you be pursuing this? You didn’t know.

Either way, this wasn’t about your feelings for her and her lack of feelings for you. It was about a grade, an assignment. The stuff you should be worried about instead of getting irrationally jealous any time you saw Buffy talking to someone who wasn’t you. Which was ridiculous, you knew that. Maybe Freud had an explanation for that one too. Why were you acting so foolish over a girl you met a month ago.

You were on your way to the library when you remembered that Buffy had told you to meet her by the garden in front of Stevenson Hall because she’d rather study with the sun on her back. You supposed you weren’t particularly against it, if only you could find your way back to Stevenson from your own dorm.

After an eternity turning and getting lost in the maze that was UC Sunnydale (and asking a junior for directions) you finally found your destination.

Well, you found more than your destination, you had expected to find Buffy in one of the wooden tables, maybe on a bench with the books on her lap and a teasing scowl on her face ready to tease you about your tardiness. But, what you found surprised you beyond measure. Buffy, on the grass, sunglasses on, on top of a picnic blanket surrounded by all kinds of picnic foods, the sight makes you flush immediately, this looked suspiciously like a date. And not a study date, a date, date.

Buffy lifts her head from her notebook as soon as she hears you approaching.

“Hey, aren’t you the tardy girl?” She teases. How did you know she was gonna say that again?

“Yea, sorry, got kind of turned around. I’ve never been on this part of campus before.” You justify, sheepishly.

“It’s okay, I’m just playing, can’t say I haven’t done my fair share of stumbling into walls and getting lost on the grounds of this good campus.”

You smile at her. She was always so… nice. You envied her roommate. Couldn’t have the computer put you with someone nice like her instead of your snore machine of a roommate.

Buffy pats the blanket next to her, inviting you to join her under the sun. “And look I got the magic book thingy.” She says, pointing to the book professor Walsh had specifically assigned to the freshman class.

You smile playfully at her. “Pretty sure that’s just a regular book.”

She pouts, looking at the heavy book in her hands. “Book of the hour then. Good book. Book that fights the evil homework given to us by the evil professor Walsh.” She says, looking oddly proud of herself.

“I don’t know, I kind of like her actually.” You shrug.

“I’m just saying her TA’s or whatever don’t call her the evil bitch monster of death for no reason. Plus with all the lectures and the homework and the studying…”

You can’t help but laugh at her rambling. She really was cute. Oh my god, what the hell was wrong with you.

Buffy suddenly stops her rambling and locks eyes with you, her green eyes so intensely focused that it gives you the urge to look away. You don’t though. “You have a nice laugh.” She confesses, her voice suddenly low and intimate, like she was caught in some kind of trance and you were the focus of it. “I mean nice… oh god.” Her face suddenly goes from her usual SoCal tan to a red shade that resembles a ripe tomato.

You have the sudden urge to save her, on the other hand, you do want to know if she feels the same or if you’re just an idiot deluding yourself. So, you opt for doing both. “So, what’s all this anyway?” You ask, gesturing to the picnic basket and all the food around you both.

“Oh, that, um… you know I study best with a little snack. Don’t you?” She questions, your inquiry only worsening her ever present blush. You don’t comment on it though. You like it, suits her.

You giggle at the answer. “Little? There’s enough food in here to feed an army! Or a frat house.”

“Maybe I got a little carried away with the whole study snack thing.”

You smile at her and run your fingers over her arm in a comforting gesture. “I think banquet is the word. Seriously, people are gonna think we’re on a date or something.” You say, planting the seed to see how she’ll react.

Buffy shrinks in on herself, her eyes pulling away from yours for a long painful moment while her fingers tug on the grass underneath you both. “Would— would that be such a bad thing…?” She asks, her eyes still trained on the ground.

You feel a warm sensation deep inside your chest, laced only with a bit of guilt for making her feel so uncomfortable. “I don’t think so.” You say, softly, still searching for her eyes.

She finally looks at you again. “You don’t?”

You place your hand on top of hers and run your index finger over her knuckles. “I don’t.”

Buffy smiles at that, a wide, warm smile that would have any outsider looking in believing that you just discovered the cure for cancer or something equally as spectacular and not that you wouldn’t mind being on a date with the most gorgeous girl on campus.

“That’s good…” She comments, shyly. “Wait, no, that’s not good, that’s bad.” She says, with a finality in her voice that you’ve never heard before.

That warm feeling inside you disappears, replaced with a sinking one deep in your gut instead. “… That’s bad…?”

“Yes, I mean no. Not like that!” Buffy splutters out. “I mean that’s good, that’s really good, great even. But this isn’t a date, this is a study date, with the third wheel of professor Walsh and her evil homework! We need to go on a real date. A proper date!”

“Oh, okay.”

Buffy smiles at you mischievously. “Say, are you free on Halloween?”

You think over your plans for the holiday or your lack of the same before answering. “I could be.”

“I was gonna go fifth wheel with my friends at that Alpha Delta scary house thingy. Could be fun. You know, go together…” She asks, now playing with your fingers with her own.

“Frat party?” You ask, unable to mask the uncertainty in your voice.

“Yea.” She says, before furrowing her eyebrows like she’s thinking really hard about something. “Why? You don’t wanna go with me?” She questions, her carefreeness suddenly replaced with deep worry.

You shake your head, trying to think of a way to tell her that ‘of course you wanna go with her, you’d go anywhere with her it’s just parties that you’re not a fan of’ without sounding totally and completely lame. “It’s not like that, it's just… I’m not one for parties really…”

Buffy tilts her head to get a better look at you, her smile never faltering. “Cmon isn’t college the place to experiment?” Her mouth closes and opens like a fish out of water after that particular statement. “I mean not experiment. Um, what’s another word for… Wow this is going just great, peachy even, I mean…”

You can’t help but laugh again, a little exasperated by her sudden nervousness over the word ‘experiment’ “I’ll go.”

Buffy turns her head so fast you worry for the health of her neck. “You will?”

“Yeah.” You confirm.

Buffy smiles goofily before returning her attention to your fingers who are still in her hand. “So… is it like a date…?” She asks, her voice hopeful and fragile like the word ‘no’ would break it forever.

“It’s a date.” You confirm.

“Wow…” She says, looking a little dazed but definitely happy.

You can’t help but peck her lips in what you’d consider a short lived moment of insanity.

Buffy’s eyes go wide.

“Yea. I’ll uh— swing by your dorm at 8:00 PM? Sound good?” You ask, trying to sound more cool and relaxed than what you actually felt.

Buffy’s still busy trying to process the small peck on her lips before she begins to answer question. “Swing…? Yes, I’ll see ya there!” She says, her voice a little too filled with enthusiasm.

You start to get up from the ground, deciding to make your getaway before this fragile moment is ruined by too much exposure.

“Wait.” She says, getting up and walking over to you.

“What?”

Buffy grabs both sides of your face and presses her lips to yours, it isn’t a full makeout session but it’s definitely longer than the first one, nicer too, the kind of kiss that leaves you wanting more, screw chivalry and taking things slow.

“That’s all.” She says, her cheeks still tainted a nice shade of red before she struts back to the checkered blanket.

You make your getaway after that, face hotter than the sun and mouth still half agape as you find your way back to your dorm.

Psych 105 homework be damned.

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it was probably actually the sound of the sex pistols' "Anarchy in the U.K" blasting halfway down the street that really reeled you in. Sure, they might have been insanely popular, but if this joint played sex pistols like it was just  any  old thing,what other goodies might they have in their rotation? you had to find out, maybe you would even wind up seeing some up and coming punk band--  a bunch of sweaty, shouting British boys.

pushing the door in and noticing the thump of  the music, the people swaying on the floor, the  lack of live music- skillfully replaced by a throbbing speaker connected to a radio playing a CD. The disc in the corner of the room sputtered and the song changed as the first few notes of dancing with myself by Gen X began to play throughout the bar. You make your way slowly to the counter, eyeing the crowd of punk, goth and alternatively dressed people on the floor and the sidelines.

A nervous lightweight, you find yourself shifting your weight and taking the smallest sip from the glass in your hand, your cold fingers wrapped round the glass. slipping from the bar stool and feeling the effects of the drink almost immediately, you step over to the dance floor with an excited sway in your step.  fueled by the sound of the jumpy and rushed music flooding the crowded space around you, you quickly shimmied your way around the dance floor, body moving naturally to the beat. 

You dance for a moment, letting yourself get lost in the familiar sounds and melodies and allowing your body to sway and move along with the music. This wasn't all that bad, the music was all good picks and the crowd wasn't as violent as you would have expected. Plus, who would've guessed there would be a decent club on the outskirts of Sunnydale? Dancing along to the rugged beat, you found yourself sliding over to the other side of the room, your body guiding you like it had a mind of it's own. Slowly, you looked around, noticing you were in an unfamiliar part of the surprisingly large crowd.

seeing a figure looking to you from across the floor, you make your way slowly to them,  the curiosity overtaking your body. you allow yourself to sway gently to the beat as you move, hips shifting along to the music as you draw closer to the figure. Not wanting to  get too close, worrying that he might realize you noticing him, you decide to stand in a crowded area a safe distance away to try to get a read on what he might want. 

He looked. . . vaguely dangerous, though you couldn't tell. he had a strangely imposing air to him, and the way he had been relentlessly staring at you, then blinking away like he expected you not to notice wasn't helping him much. With his long leather duster and his sharp gaze, he didn't exactly look like the most friendly guy ever, not that the crowd of people thrashing around you left you much room to see anything.

the stranger takes a deep drag of his cigarette, letting out a sharp exhale, letting his cold eyes meet yours "Bloody hell." he states, seeming to be looking you up and down, something between sizing you up and checking you out. you take a small step back.

leaning down to your level, the man said "Now."

"what's a bird like you doing in a trashy place like this?" he shook the ashes off his cigarette, stamping it out under his foot.

you blink. For some reason, you hadn't expected him to actually notice you, much less confront you. Yet, with one glance behind you, you were certain he could only be talking to you.

"Well, what's everyone else doing?" you opt for sarcasm as a small way to hide how anxious you were "Dancing. This is a club, I assume"

"y/n" he repeated, his eyes trained on your face as he tried out the sound of your name, enjoying such a simple thing "rolls off the tongue real nice, doesn't it?"

you nod, slightly unsure of yourself. "And you are?" you wince, realizing you sounded more scared than you wanted to, hoping to come off as confident

"Spike." he paused "the name's Spike."

when he says this, you look up to face him, having to crane your neck up a bit to do so, taking notice of how short you were compared to him. Finally getting a good look at him, you notice it-- the pale skin, almost translucent; the mysterious atmosphere he has. He's a vampire. Oh my god, he's a vampire. And a surprisingly  nonchalant one too. He didn't seem to be acting all bite-y, wasn't immediately lunging to kill you, like most of the vampires you had met had done. Though, in your years of being a witch, you hadn't gotten the chance to meet too many vampires, not for a proper conversation, at least. Usually it was just the average vamp interfering with your magic or attacking you in the middle of the night, no tension, no words exchanged, stake to the heart, then it was all over.

This one was different, it seemed.

you shuffle a little, leaning back on your feet unsure of what to do with your realization, yet deciding it would be best that he knew you knew. 

"So. . . you always kick off your days at punk themed bars?" you shoot the stranger a small smirk, trying to hide it by covering your mouth with one hand.

"Days?" he moves further into the dance floor, something that makes him look almost like a bird circling its prey. Oh, you were interesting, picking up on his nature so quickly-- he just had to know you, had to know why you had him so captivated in this moment.

"Well. . .You're perceptive, I'll give you that." he blinks down at you, aiming a quizzical glance your way. "yes, I guess it would be morning for me right now" Spike shrugs "What of it? It's not like I'm planning to hurt anyone. Well, not now at least"

you shake your head. He was way too casual, too calm in  a way that felt out of place when met with the pale skin, coppery smell lingering on him, and obviously vampiric nature. You had encountered many vampires, staked a good handful of them, though none that would hang around in human places, enjoying oddly human things.

The vampire sighs "besides, this place has got some bloody good tunes" he gestures to the music with a wave of his hand 

You found yourself smiling and nodding, feeling light. It was almost surreal-- He had good taste and he talked like he was a regular human, and was treating you like you were one, too. It felt like something unreal, vampire and witch, enjoying one another's company.

The night came and went far faster than you could have expected-- you saw Spike one other time, when he met you on your way out the door. Pushing a hand between you and the outside, he had offered to walk you home, said his was on the way. you declined. You weren't about to die tonight.

 You left the flashing lights and pulsing music only a little more tipsy than you had been, and with only one strange vampire encounter for the night.

As you made your way home, the long night took it's toll on you and pushed exhaustion to your whole body, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, strange. the feeling didn't go away as you reached your house, turning the key in the lock. 

The thought had crossed your mind that the vampire from the club could have been following you, he was a vampire after all, a creature of the night whose intentions were unknown to you. He had acted nice enough,  but with the way he had been staring and lurking around the club, who knows what he might have in store for you? maybe a protection spell would be necessary once you got settled inside.

The chill of the night air around you mixed and mingled with the chill running down your spine, and as you turned your head around to check for anyone, you catch sight of a stray cigarette dropping next to a tree, but no sign of the smoker.

You stood in front of the stove, stirring a whisk through a pot as you felt two delicate hands slide around your middle. You felt her warmth against your back and hummed softly, leaning into her touch.

"Good morning" You mumbled out, sleep still clinging to your voice.

She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in before replying with a soft "Morning", her lips grazing your skin.

Her eyes stayed shut as she sniffed, smelling something sweet and maybe, chocolatey?

"Mm, smells good" she lifted her face so only her chin was resting on your shoulder "What's cookin' good lookin'?"

You couldn't see it but you could feel the sleepy smirk gracing her lips, making you smile at the thought.

"Hot chocolate, thought it might be nice on a chilly day like this"

"You're perfect, y'know that?"

"It's just hot chocolate"

"Not just that, everything"

"Everything huh?"

"Everything"

"So one might say, every little thing I do is magic?"

"Aaaand you ruined it"

You laughed, flicking the stove off and turning around in her grasp "Well, can I try and make it up to you?"

She grinned, leaning closer so her lips grazed yours as she spoke "You can try"

You closed the distance, pressing your lips to her softly. There was no rush for once, your busy lives stilled, it might not have been for long but it was long enough for you to enjoy a rainy day and a cool morning with nothing but each other. And hot chocolate.

"Mmm" she pulled back, licking her lips "Cinnamon?"

"A magician never reveals a secret"

"Nutmeg?"

"Magician. Secret"

"Oooh, I know"

"I bet you don't"

"I bet I do"

"Yeah Martha Stewart? What's my secret to culinary excellence?"

She rolled her eyes before leaning in, lips brushing your ear, breath hot against your skin.

"Love"

"Love?"

"Love"

"Not exactly an ingredient, but sure"

She smiled, dipped down and captured your lips in a kiss. The moment grew heated, your arms looping around her neck and she walked you backwards until you hit the bench. You pulled back, hopping onto the bench and tugging her back in by the collar of her faded old pajama shirt. One of her hands rested on your hip, the other disappearing. After a moment, she pulled back, breathless and triumphant.

"What's with that look?" You panted.

"This?" she pointed to her face "Oh, nothing. I just discovered your secret ingredient"

"Oh yeah? Go on, I'll give you three guesses" You grinned smugly.

"Hmm" she pretended to think "Vanilla?"

"Nope"

"Salt?"

"Nope"

"Well I just don't know, is it maybe…." she whipped her hand out, revealing a small bottle "A dab of hot sauce?"

You gasped, playfully snatching the bottle from her hand with a pout.

"That's cheating!"

"No. It's called being resourceful"

"Oh, resourceful? How about you try and be resourceful and find yourself your own hot chocolate?"

"You wouldn't do that to me"

"Oh, wouldn't I?"

"You, you're a- a-"

"A what?"

"A- an evil elf!"

"Evil? Oh yeah, that'll earn you a hot chocolate"

"So now I have to earn it?"

"Well I'm not just giving it away"

"You're not?" she fake pouted, puppy eyes at the ready.

"Well, maybe for a very special customer"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" You checked the time "I'd better go out and find her before it gets too late"

You slid off the counter, slipping just by her before she grabbed your wrist, yanking you back against her chest.

"You" she paused for a kiss "Are" Another kiss "A" One more kiss "Menace"

"Feel like teaching me a lesson?"

"After" A kiss "The hot chocolate"

"Wow, you really want hot chocolate, don't you?" You chuckled.

"Hey, it's your fault for making it smell so delicious"

"You think it smells good? You should taste it"

"That's kinda what I've been trying to do"

"And here I thought you just liked me, shoulda known it was all for your own gain"

"My own gain? Sweetheart, I think you're getting something out of it"

"Maybe just a little bit of something" You grinned, slipping out of her hold and over to the stove "Here" You extended a mug "Taste away"

She took a sip, her face stern and emotionless.

"You didn't make this"

"Yes I did"

"No, nu uh, This is amazing-"

"Thank you"

"Last time you made toast I couldn't see through the smoke"

"Well that was a long time ago, I've learned since then"

"It was last Tuesday"

"And look, it's Monday already, so much time has passed"

"You learned to make this in the past couple of days, without setting a fire?"

"Yuppers"

"How?"

"Magic"

"Magic?"

"Magic……and a few gallons of milk at 3am"

"3am?!"

"I didn't want you to find out. It was a surprise"

"It surprises me that you didn't set me on fire while I slept"

"I'm not that bad"

"Do I have to remind you of when you tried to make eyeball cupcakes for Halloween?"

"Relax. The fire department got here in time"

She opened and closed her mouth, stopping to wrap her arms around you and place a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"I love you"

"I love you too" Your arms wound around her, your head resting on her shoulder as you let out a sleepy yawn.

"3am, huh?"

"Mhm. Worth it though"

"Yes, it's very tasty hot chocolate"

"Not that"

"Then what? You've been up for hours making it"

"Your face"

"My face is always here"

"I know that smartass" You paused, yawning again, eyes growing heavy "I mean, your face lit up. It was small, but I still loved it"

"My face always lights up around you, magic hot chocolate or not"

Your lips quirked up weakly against the old cotton, your grip tightening just a little.

"Baby" she started, a hand running up and down your back "Do you want to go back to bed"

"God yes"

She laughed lightly, guiding you back to your room, but not before checking that the stove was off. The fire department only just got there in time, she didn't want a repeat.

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“Y/N, I grabbed those biscuits I was talking about.” Giles called across the house as he closed the door behind him. 

Moving across the house he placed his keys down on the sideboard, slid his shoes off and placed his jacket on the coat rack.

Switching the light on in the kitchen he put some water on the boil for some tea as he put the groceries away. 

“Y/N. Are you ok?” he called softly as he poked his head into the corridor to peer across to the living room. Upon hearing no response he moved towards the entrance of the room. He caught a glance of you immediately, curled up on the sofa, eyes closed and head lolling. Smiling he moved back to the kitchen and carried on preparing the hot drinks and bringing them through with the biscuits. Gently placing everything down he slowly and carefully slid into the seat next to you.

Leaning forward to the coffee table he picked up the remote and turned the TV down a little before picking up his book and settling into the seat beside you. It didn’t take you long to stir. Sitting up slowly you gave the man a wonky smile. 

“Rest well?” he mused as he leaned forward to pick up his mug.

You made a noise of agreement “How long have I been asleep?”  “Assuming you fell asleep not long after I left? Probably about forty minutes.” Placing his mug back on the table after taking a drink he offered you yours. Thanking him you took a big drink of your own before accepting a biscuit from him. Adjusting yourself carefully you cuddled yourself against the man and he put his arm around you. “How’s the leg? Need any more pain medication?”

“It hurts but it’s bearable as long as I don’t move it, then we have another story on our hands.”

The man placed a kiss on the top of your head. “You’ll let me know if you need anything right? Not bottle it away like usual?” he teased.

You nodded against him “Actually… could you help me get to bed?” 

The man slowly unwrapped himself from you and silently helped you to your feet. After a couple of painful and unsteady steps with his support you admitted defeat. “I might need more help.” 

Without another word the man had picked you up and was carefully carrying you to your room. The past couple of days since your injury, a massive gash up your calf and a wound to the same thigh, he’d been doting on you and you didn’t want to take it for granted. He’d helped you as much as he could and today was the first time you’d ventured downstairs. He’d carried you around before to help but you could never quite get used to the feeling.

Before placing you down on the bed he gave you a kiss to the head again. As he placed you down he tucked some hair behind your ear. “Let me grab the drinks and my book. Will you need anything else?”

You shook your head and gestured for him to leave. Taking off the cardigan you’d put on earlier you changed into your pyjama top that you’d left on the bed. You hadn’t dressed up but you’d wanted to feel like you weren’t in pyjamas today even if you were still in pyjama shorts and a comfy shirt and cardigan. Wiggling on the covers you soon got yourself into a comfortable position, just in time for Rupert to return to place your mug on your bedside table and offer you a biscuit again. Happily taking one you ate it as you watched him get changed himself. This wasn’t unusual, the two of you had fallen into a pretty domestic pattern over the past couple of months.

Settling beside you he took a sip of his own drink again “We should probably take a look at and change the dressings this evening. If that’s ok? I don’t want you getting an infection.”

“Can you at least let me finish my drink first?” you joked and the man playfully rolled his eyes.  Before long you allowed the man to look at the wounds. You winced as he positioned your leg gently into a more accessible place, apologising as he did so. You watched as his hands moved to unwrap the bandage from around the dressings. You could feel the pressure it was keeping on it slightly releasing but pain blistering to the surface.

Lolling your head back and looking at the ceiling the man peeled off the dressing, happy that it seemed to be less blood soaked than it had been, a sign the wound was finally healing. After removing the dressing on the first wound on your thigh he quickly went to work cleaning up the minimal blood from the outside and quickly re-dressed it. 

Then he moved onto the larger wound on your calf. He re-positioned your leg and apologised again. Moving as quickly, but as gentle as he could. The wound was doing its best to heal, he could see the scabbing pulling at your skin and had no doubt that’s why it was so difficult, and sore, to move about. Tidying up this wound you were re-dressed in no time.

Allowing the man to help you get comfy again he placed the blankets over you before disposing of the dressings. Coming back to bed he slid in beside you and placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. Picking up his book with his free arm he wrapped the arm over your shoulders around your side so he could read his book in front of the two of you.

You skimmed the pages as he silently read. Occasionally he’d move and place a kiss on your head.

“Do you need anything else?” he whispered.

You shook your head against him “Do you have plans tomorrow?” you questioned.

“No, I’ve made sure everything’s covered. You have me for most of the day. I have to meet Buffy in the afternoon but I was thinking that she could meet me here? If that’s ok with you?”

“If that means I get more time with you, and get to see Buffy, that’s totally fine with me.”

“She blames herself for your injury. She’s really upset with herself.” “It was my fault.” you said quietly. “I shouldn’t have been there. I probably wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for her.”

The man swallowed audibly. He knew that. You were very lucky that Buffy had realised what was happening when she did. A couple of minutes longer and you definitely would have been dead. 

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.” you replied. Settling yourself into the bed and him more. Allowing him to get back to reading your eyes continued to skim the pages and before long you were asleep. 

Rupert took a second to admire you, he’d truly do anything for you and hated to see you injured. Putting his book down he brushed your hair behind your ear before turning off the bedside lamp. It wasn’t the comfiest position for him to sleep in at all but as long as you were comfy and happy that’s all that mattered to him right now.

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- she would be a little apprehensive to go out at first

- But once she saw how much you loved Halloween she caved

- only for you of course

- you dressed up and she admired your outfit pressing kisses against your cheek

- you helped zipping up her dress

- your fingers lingering against her neck

- her skin was so soft you couldn’t resist

- she turned to face you

- kissing you happily

- you had thought it would be funny to dress her up as a vampire

- again, only for you

- it gave Giles a real fright and she played along because she saw how much it made you laugh

- you arrived at the Bronze just as things were getting going

- your friends were there and you had fun dancing and trying their interesting Halloween themed cocktails

- you and Buffy were in a cosy corner

- the others were dancing or at the bar or something

- Buffy leaned against you sighing contentedly

- it was getting towards the early hours of the morning

- she was sleepy

- the alcohol levels in the cocktails were going to her head

- she was tipsy

- and super cute

- “I wish everyday could be like this one, just peace having and joyful”

- someone screamed as she said this

- you jumped but she didn’t, she just smiled

- her eyes closing softly

- someone was spooked by a costume

- Buffy could sense there was nothing bad happening

- for probably the only time in Sunnydale’s history

- she wrapped her arms around your middle, one hand gliding up your chest

- she rested there happily and you pulled her onto your lap

- this intimacy, this safety

- she was just happy

- so long as she had you

- eventually you walked her home, she was babbling excitedly

- squeezing your hand

- until you bumped into someone

- well, something

- a vampire and Buffy was a little less stable on her feet than usual

- you jumped into action

- you ran

- pulling her along with you as you ran

- she insisted she could fight but you didn’t want to risk it

- you grabbed a carved pumpkin from someone’s house and launched it at the threat

- it knocked the vampire back but it rose just as quickly

- you launched more until it caught it and lunged

- Buffy was fumbling with her purse to get her stake

- you lunged too

- pushing the vampire back into a low hanging branch

- you hadn’t seen it you had just ran at it

- you styled it

- “My Halloween hero” she teased

- as you groaned at how cheesy she was being

- you walked hand in hand into the dark night

- as she claimed that it was still better than any Halloween she had ever had

- because she had you

- you would defend her until your last breath