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Hey, I’m [livejournal.com profile] guiltyreasons and I’ll be your guest host this week. Our first prompt is Questions Only.

All your prompts must be in the form of a question. Could be in the 6 W’s format(What, When, Where, Why, Who, How) or an single word with a question mark behind it like Really? or Banana?. Doesn’t matter how you use it, but there has to be a question mark in there.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date. If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

Please, please format your posts correctly. A few examples:

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, “You’re putting that where?”

X-men, Wolverine, “Shortie?”

Supernatural/Heroes, Dean/Matt, “What am I thinking now?”

Not in a questioning mood. Feel free to go check out the lonely prompts.

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From: [identity profile] vegetasbubble.livejournal.com
Buffy couldn't speak. The man standing in her doorway, hands in his trechcoat pockets. It had been almost five years. He still looked the same - Of course he does you idiot, he's a bloody vampire, Buffy shouted in her head, dazed look still on her face.

"Buffy, love... did you hear me?" he asked her, removing his hands from the pockets and moving closer to her. "I asked if you missed me."

Buffy didn't reply. She just stood her ground and stared at him. "Love? Did you miss me, even a little?"

Seemingly, her heart shouted "YES YES GOD YES!" but her mouth wouldn't scream the words. She held the door with both hands, resting her head against it to try and take in the situation. "I understand, its been five years and all but I just wanted to let you know I was alright. Had fun tracking you down, all right. England is a big place you know."

"Yes." She didn't know if she was answering his question from beforehand or agreeing with him. Buffy pushed her hair out of her face and looked up at him. "Dawn's in the lounge room," she muttered, hoping he could take it as an invitation. Slowly, he streched out a foot and waited for the invisable barrier to come down allowing him inside.

His foot stepped over the treshold.

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