4 Reasons Why Spike and Buffy Deserve Each Other
This didn't turn out like I planned, but, hey, it's Spuffy picspam so it's made of awesome regardless. Haha. The quotes don't always go with the pictures. They just kinda set the tone.
I. Buffy. She's spunky and lethal.
I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat- or enjoy warm, delicious cookie me, then... that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done.
II. Spike. He's, well, Spike.
We like to talk big, vampires do. I'm going to destroy the world. That's just tough guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I like this world. You've got - the dog racing, Manchester United, and you've got people: billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision, with a real passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester bloody Square.
III. The Angst. It's a complicated love/hate relationship. Emphasis on the hate.
Spike: Buffy-
Buffy: can't understand why this is killing me, can you?
Spike: Why don't you explain it? Come on, that's it, put it on me. Put it all on me. That's my girl.
Buffy: I am not your girl! You don't... have a soul! There is nothing good or clean in you. You are dead inside! You can't feel anything real! I could never... be your girl!
Spike: You always hurt... the one you love, pet.
Buffy: "You want something nicer? Look at my poor neck. All bare and tender and exposed... all that blood just pumping away..."
Giles: "Oh, please."
Spike: "Giles, make her stop."
Buffy: "Oh, ugh..."
Spike: "Oh, bloody hell!"
Buffy: "Spike lips! Lips of Spike!"
Spike: Beneath me... I'll show her. Put her six bloody feet beneath me. Hasn't got a death wish? Bitch won't need one.
IV. There is something there.
Now, you listen to me. I’ve been alive a bit longer than you. And dead a lot longer than that. I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine - done things I’d prefer you didn’t. I don’t exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood. Which doesn’t exactly rush in the direction of my brain. I've made a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years and there’s only one thing I’ve ever been sure of. You.
Spike: "Uh... I do remember what I said. The promise. To protect her. If I had done that... even if I didn't make it... you wouldn't have had to jump. But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but... after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again... do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways... Every night I save you."
Buffy: "We're not all gonna make it. You know that."
Spike: "Yeah. Hey. Always knew I'd go down fightin'."
Buffy: "I'm counting on you... to protect her."
Spike: "Till the end of the world. Even if that happens to be tonight."
Buffy: "I'll be a minute."
Spike: "Yeah. I know you'll never love me. I know that I'm a monster. But you treat me like a man. And that's... Get your stuff, I'll be here."
Buffy: I love you.
Spike: No, you don't. But thanks for saying it.
I. Buffy. She's spunky and lethal.
I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat- or enjoy warm, delicious cookie me, then... that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done.
II. Spike. He's, well, Spike.
We like to talk big, vampires do. I'm going to destroy the world. That's just tough guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I like this world. You've got - the dog racing, Manchester United, and you've got people: billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision, with a real passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester bloody Square.
III. The Angst. It's a complicated love/hate relationship. Emphasis on the hate.
Spike: Buffy-
Buffy: can't understand why this is killing me, can you?
Spike: Why don't you explain it? Come on, that's it, put it on me. Put it all on me. That's my girl.
Buffy: I am not your girl! You don't... have a soul! There is nothing good or clean in you. You are dead inside! You can't feel anything real! I could never... be your girl!
Spike: You always hurt... the one you love, pet.
Buffy: "You want something nicer? Look at my poor neck. All bare and tender and exposed... all that blood just pumping away..."
Giles: "Oh, please."
Spike: "Giles, make her stop."
Buffy: "Oh, ugh..."
Spike: "Oh, bloody hell!"
Buffy: "Spike lips! Lips of Spike!"
Spike: Beneath me... I'll show her. Put her six bloody feet beneath me. Hasn't got a death wish? Bitch won't need one.
IV. There is something there.
Now, you listen to me. I’ve been alive a bit longer than you. And dead a lot longer than that. I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine - done things I’d prefer you didn’t. I don’t exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood. Which doesn’t exactly rush in the direction of my brain. I've made a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years and there’s only one thing I’ve ever been sure of. You.
Spike: "Uh... I do remember what I said. The promise. To protect her. If I had done that... even if I didn't make it... you wouldn't have had to jump. But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but... after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again... do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways... Every night I save you."
Buffy: "We're not all gonna make it. You know that."
Spike: "Yeah. Hey. Always knew I'd go down fightin'."
Buffy: "I'm counting on you... to protect her."
Spike: "Till the end of the world. Even if that happens to be tonight."
Buffy: "I'll be a minute."
Spike: "Yeah. I know you'll never love me. I know that I'm a monster. But you treat me like a man. And that's... Get your stuff, I'll be here."
Buffy: I love you.
Spike: No, you don't. But thanks for saying it.