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[Gast]

ein bisschen verrückt?
na gut, man kanns auch untertreiben... aber wie wärs mit durchgeknallt?

hei, wir könnten nen club aufmachen?

[margie]

ein bisschen verrückt?
na gut, man kanns auch untertreiben... aber wie wärs mit durchgeknallt?

hei, wir könnten nen club aufmachen?

Ja das könnten wir wohl

[winterblue]

unsere sigs könnten bestimmt noch einen zusatz vertragen. also ich hätte nix gegen einen club! und wie war das nochmal mit verrückt sein?

ich werd jetzt erstmal alle fics lesen gehen ... und melde mich dann so in 5 stunden wieder.

[Gast]

und hier der letzte teil von how?

Spike flushed.
It's not like he didn't expect him to come back, but Xander caught him unprepared, dreamily and without a learned speech.
He looked up and down the body of the whelp, somehow once again stuck on the tight jeans he was wearing. Not even the harsh flash of colours coming from his Hawaiian shirt could ruin the view, Spike had.
He forced himself to look up again and meet those dark brown, almost black eyes.
"So, you're back."
It didn't sound half as cool as it should.
"Suppose I am..."
Xander was staring down at his feet, moving slightly back and forward.
Spike looked around, searching for something to say.
"Look, I..."
"Tonight, I didn't..."
They looked at each other, almost smiling, than Xander looked away and mumbled: "You first!"
Spike swallowed and started once again.
"Look, the... thing, tonight, with you. I didn't mean to..."
Helplessly he looked up at Xander, searching for something. Some hint of comprehension? Encouragement?
Of course there was none.
Spike straightened his shoulders.
"I felt somehow lonesome, and you were there, and I..."
He wanted to sound convincing but didn't really manage to.
All the same Xander looked at him, hurt.
I was 'just there'? Xander Harris, once again the one who's there, if no one else is. Buffy used me to make Angel jealous, Anya had good orgasm because of me and Cordy... God knows what Cordy wanted.
He sniffed and rubbed a hand over his left cheek. Just a short move, he didn't want Spike to know.

//It's like - why does your heartbeat, and how do you cry?//
//With all the things that you could be//

Of course Spike doesn't want me

Spiked felt a movement in the air and he sniffed. Some salty taste was in the air and he looked up at Xander, who had turned away a little bit.
God, I'm such an idiot!
"Xan, I didn't want to... I never meant that... Look, I'm sorry."
But Xander didn't turn to face him, he kept his face in the shadow.
Spike fidgeted on the stone he was sitting, waiting for a reaction of the boy in front of him.

He doesn't want to be with me, he just came back, cause he needed a bed to sleep.
*When did I start thinking about actually 'be with him'?*
Damn, does that matter know? It's not going to happen!
Xander took one more breath, and blinked the tears away, that had once again started to flood his eyes.
"Look, I'm tired, let us just go inside and sleep."
Spike tilted his head insecure.
"You mean, I can stay?"

That's what it's all about, isn't it? You may be an evil monster without conscience, but I'm not!
"Suppose so."
Spike sighed, than started again, where he stopped before.
"Look, I didn't mean to..."
"What ever!"
Xander forcefully stopped him, moving towards the door.
"Just let me get some sleep, I..."
He stopped, glancing at the door, and back at Spike, who still sat on the stone.
"Did you close it?"
Spike raised his head with a smile. Finally something he had made right.
"Bloody well I did! Thought I could at least keep our basement demon, thief and murder free..."
"You..."
Xander stopped.
Wait, our basement?
Before he could think about that long enough, Spike stood up and came towards him, stopping a few inches in front of Xander.
"What? What did I do this time?"
Xander raised his head, meeting blue eyes who looked... thoughtful, insecure and... beautiful.
He had to look down, so he wouldn't start to drool. Of course, the view of Spikes hand in the pockets of his pants, making the tight jeans even tighter didn't help much so he looked up again.
"Idonhavky"
Spike blinked.
"Excuse me?"
"I don't have a key. I let it in the basement as I... rushed out and now you closed the door and we're..."
"Locked out!"
"Exactly!"
Spike let out another frustrated breath, placing himself on the stone again, shoulders bending down to the ground.
Xander locked at him... and finally felt sorry. Of course, Spike didn't mean to, and it isn't, that it would be such a big problem. He would just have to wait, till his parents came home and opened the door for him.
*maybe you should tell him that*
He made a step towards the vampire who was still sitting on the stone, than backed away again.
"It's not your fault. I mean, we can just wait here. Or you can just go back to your crypt and..."
Do whatever you want with Harmony.
Spike didn't look up and Xander thought, that maybe he didn't hear him. As he opened his mouth to repeat, what he had said, the blond glanced at him.
"You want me to go?"

Does he look disappointed?
Xanders thought rushed, playing each scenario through, he could think of. Why would Spike be disappointed when he finally got the chance to leave, without a bad conscience towards Xander?
"I don't want you to go. But obviously you don't want to be here!"
Damn! Did I really say this out loud? Thinking: silent, Speaking: loud. When will I ever get this?
Xanders cheeks blushed and he looked away. He didn't need another annoyed, pitiful look of the vampire.

// you never could learn how to be me//

"Xander?"
He heard Spike, but he still didn't look up.
"Xander, look at me!"
After another minute in silence Spike added
"Please."
Xander looked up end smiled awkwardly to just not look as sad an embarrassed, as he was.
"Come here."
It wasn't commanding, it was... nearly pleading.
And he saw a softening in the tensed body of the vampire, as he started to move towards the stone, and the door, and of course the blond, gorgeous vampire sitting in front of all that.

// And now you want to ask me "how"?//

"What..."
Xander started, but stopped himself, not knowing, what exactly he wanted to say.
Spike took hold of his hand and pulled him down next to the stone.
He let himself slide down in the grass.
Xander nearly didn't dare to breathe. Everything seemed unreal, surreal, and... perfect.
"Let's just wait, till tomorrow, okay?"
Spike mumbled in his neck, as he laid his arms around Xanders waist, pulling him close to him.
Xander just wanted to give into it. Let himself fall and be held by this arms, but he still didn't dare to.
"What about... sunrise?"
It wasn't, what he really wanted to ask, but at least, it was something.
"The sun rises in the east, we're in the west. We won't see the sun till 12 o'clock in the afternoon, if we're lucky."
"And if not?"
"Then I'll open the door."
Xander forced himself, to open his eyes again. He had already nearly fallen asleep, just listening to the husky, soft voice of Spike, who was hugging him.

But he managed to turn around a bit and now stared at the blonde.
"You know, how to get in?"
Spike looked at him, smiling a cock smile and stroking Xanders cheek.
"Course I do, how do you think did I get in before, pet?"
"But..."
"I just like it here."
Before Xander could say anything else, Spike leaned in for a soft kiss, nearly just a brushing of their lips. Xander shuddered, grasped the collar of Spike's duster, holding him in place, deepening the kiss.
As he let go, he smiled sheepishly.
"Like it, too."
He nuzzled himself into the embrace, happily drifting into sleep.

//how does your heart beat, and why do you breathe?//

Spike took one hand from Xanders waist, stroking the lock of hair away, that tickled Xanders nose. He listened to the beat of Xan's heart, steady against his own chest, and it almost felt, like his own.
He placed another kiss on the boys neck. Xans turned is head half around and Spike let a breath warmly stroke his cheek, and as he breathed in as well, it almost felt, like his own.
He hugged him closer and drifted into sleep, almost feeling alive.

//how does your heart beat, and why do you breathe?//
//how does your heart beat, and why do you breathe?//

so, ihr seid erlöst

[winterblue]

ich hab jetzt mal die geposteten fics durch und wollte nur kurz noch was zu ihnen sagen.

@ *How*: ich mag fluffy s/x fics genausosehr wie diese deprimierenden, deshalb mochte ich *how* auch ganz gern. ich finde diese klischeehaften stories einfach total niedlich. also stories, wo der eine den anderen eigentlich mag, aber dann etwas anderes sagt, was zu mißverständnissen führt und dadurch haut der andere ab und am ende kommen sie doch zusammen (war das jetzt zu konfus mit *der eine* und *der andere*? ). das einzige, was mich ein bißchen gestört hat, waren die paar grammatikfehler, aber das ist nicht so schlimm. es ist mir nur beim lesen einfach aufgefallen. aber wahrscheinlich hat das auch jemand geschrieben, der nicht native speaker ist, also find ichs auch wieder okay, denn es ist sicher schwierig sowas zu schreiben.

Therefore Spike's... just an inch or two smaller than him. Perfect to nibble on his upper lip and maybe...

warum kann ich mir das bloß so gut vorstellen?

@ *Distracted*: ich dachte schon der 2te teil würde gleich an den ersten anschließen, aber so wars auch gut. ich mag so kleine abänderungen von der serie her.

@ *Hunger*: das ende hab ich wohl mit *offenes happy ending* gemeint, margie. ich fands nur so komisch, als die story plötzlich aus war. ich wars gar nicht mehr gewohnt eine fic zu lesen, die NICHT tbc ist.

[Gast]

das einzige, was mich ein bißchen gestört hat, waren die paar grammatikfehler, aber das ist nicht so schlimm. es ist mir nur beim lesen einfach aufgefallen. aber wahrscheinlich hat das auch jemand geschrieben, der nicht native speaker ist, also find ichs auch wieder okay, denn es ist sicher schwierig sowas zu schreiben.

hatte leider keinen beta-leser kannste mir, wenn du zeit hast die fehler "durchgeben", so pm-mässig dann korrigier ich's nämlich


aber fluffy-fanfic find ich jetzt total süss... den ausdruck hab ich noch nie gehört

[winterblue]

hatte leider keinen beta-leser kannste mir, wenn du zeit hast die fehler "durchgeben", so pm-mässig dann korrigier ich's nämlich

echt? die hast du geschrieben? das ist ja wirklich klasse! hast du vorher schon andere fics geschrieben? und das mit den paar fehlern ist wirklich nicht so schlimm ... es ist ja nicht so, als ob so viele drin wären, dass man den inhalt gar nicht mitkriegt. aber wenn du magst, lese ich dir gerne deine fics in zukunft durch. obwohl das margie bestimmt gerne auch tun würde. also hast du sogar 2 beta leserinnen.

/edit: ich hab die story ins word kopiert und die fehler rot ausgebessert ... vielleicht wärs besser, wenn ich dir den text so in einer email dazuhänge, denn wenn ichs nur so in eine pm kopiere, sieht man das rot ja nicht. kannst du mir deine email adresse in einer pm schicken? über den email button auf dem board, könnte ich die datei auch nicht anhängen, nur reinkopieren und dann würde man das rot wieder nicht sehen.

[Gast]

echt? die hast du geschrieben? das ist ja wirklich klasse! hast du vorher schon andere fics geschrieben?

ne, war jetzt so mein erster versuch, hab gestern plötzlich lust zu gehabt und war dann irgendwie völlig im stress, weil ich schon angefangen hab den beginn zu posten, bevor der schluss fertig war
und das es fehler hat hab ich mal angenommen, aber auf deutsch hätte es (mit den englischen liedtexten) einfach nicht so gewirkt

aber wenn du magst, lese ich dir gerne deine fics in zukunft durch. obwohl das margie bestimmt gerne auch tun würde. also hast du sogar 2 beta leserinnen.

echt? is ja cool
margie hab ich schon ein wenig zu sehr beschäftigt glaub ich
aber ich weiss eh nicht so genau, ob ich nochmal fnafic schreibe...aber falls ja komm ich auf jeden fall auf dich zurück


meine email
Smiling@web.de

danke danke danke!

[Gast]

Alive

Nice warmth in my chest
Colors in front of my eyes
Try to catch my breath
Don't know what to say
(Don't have the breath to, anyway)

I lack the words to explain
(And my brain lacks the blood)
I don't mean to be vain
But you make me look good.

Feeling your cold body against mine
Cold hands warming my skin
(Not, that it would make sense,
But this doesn't make sense anyway)

Blue eyes looking up to me
Devour every move I make
Blue turns gold, when strength takes over
And maybe I should be, but I’m not afraid

You're dead
But I can feel it in the breaths you don't need
And I can see it in your eyes
I can hear it, when you moan under my touch
You never felt so much alive.

[margie]

@ Mys du bist so süss. Hatte auch nicht gewusst, dass du sie geschrieben hast. Aber das hast du total super gemacht. Ich mag diese romantischen Fics auch total gern.
Wegen beta-lesen stimmt schon ich hab echt momentan ein wenig viel zu lesen. Hab ja nichtmal deine andere fertig durch Aber winterblue hat das mit Sicherheit sehr gut gemacht Aber wenn du nochmal jemanden brauchst fragen schadet nicht, wie gesagt ich mach das total gerne.
Und das Gedicht Alive ist total schön

[Gast]

@ Mys du bist so süss. Hatte auch nicht gewusst, dass
du sie geschrieben hast.

na hey, du weisst doch, dass ich immer credits gebe, wenns nicht von mir ist

Und das Gedicht Alive ist total schön

dankeschön dichten lag mir halt schon immer besser
da sieht man, was passiert, wenn ich zuviele fanfics lese und in der schule dann gelangweilt bin

[margie]

Ach dann sollltest du schön weiter FanFics lesen und gelangweilt sein, wenn so tolle Sachen dabei rauskommen
Nein Scherz beiseite du kannst echt super schreiben.

[margie]

So hier noch ne total süsse Geschichte:

First of all a little introduction might be helpful. Hi! *waves shyly* I'm new to this fandom, I have been lurking around the LoTR RPS fandom until now. But after spotting these guys I just had to write about their numiness. *smile* I will write almost exclusively Xander/Spike but I might be persuaded into writing Angel fics too, he is kinda hot after all. I apologize for my poor grasp of what actually happens in the series, they're airing season 3 in Sweden… *sigh* Anyway, hi and enjoy!

Jey Title:
Death-Day Boy Status: Finished.
Series: Nummy and Sexy, so Delicious.
Part: The Firsts (first hug) 1/?
Author: Jeyhawk (jeyhawkgaidin@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG13
Summary: It's Spike's Death-Day and he's sad because no one recognizes it anymore but Xander got him a present…
Disclaimer: They are not mine, they belong to Joss Wheldon and some other people I know nothing about. I'm just playing with them for a while. Feedback: Please?
Archive: List archives, others just ask.
Spoilers: Don't think so, but they're still airing season three in Sweden so I got most my info from other fics and stuff so there might be spoilers I don't even know is in there.
Warnings: For this part, none really, except that it is an AU fic. Thanks: To my lovely beta Angel D. *kiss*
Notes: This is my first fic in this fandom so be nice to me. The header might need a bit of explaining. This is the first fic of the first part of my series Nummy and Sexy, so Delicious. Basically I started writing it as an excuse to write loads of yummy smut, but then I decided I wanted to clarify how they got together hence The Firsts. Still doesn't make much of a sense? Well, that's life.

Death-Day Boy

Xander was watching Spike out of the corner of his eye. He had been doing that a lot lately. Watching Spike when he thought no one would notice. Today the bleached vampire was in a sullen mood. Sulking in a corner while his drownable eyes flittered around the room, never quite landing on anyone. Buffy and Giles was having an animated discussion but for once Spike wasn't trying to make it into a full blown fight by throwing in handy comments. He was silent and watching like he was waiting for something. Xander wished he knew what it was. He moved his eyes to Willow and Tara trying to figure out if they had noticed something strange with his vampire.

Suddenly his thoughts ran into a mental wall and he fell on his mental bum. It hurt. He had just thought of Spike as *his* vampire. Spike was not his vampire, nor would he ever be Xander's vampire. He might secretly wish for him to be, but he couldn't go around thinking it in every day thoughts that might hurt his view of himself. Xander would rater throw himself on a sword than admit he was drooling over Spike like some teenage girl over her idol. He was a grown-up damnit.

Suddenly Spike leapt to his feet and Xander postponed his mental musings to admire him. Feline grace and a gorgeous appearance in a handy package, just Xander's type of vamp.

"I hate you all," Spike blurted out and stalked out of the Magic Box through the back door.

Xander stared after him and exchanged a surprised look with Willow. That Spike hated them was old news, but he usually didn't put it into words, something about not biting the hand that fed him, at least not hard enough to set of the chip.
"What crawled up his ass and died?" Xander asked the world at large, thankful that he managed to leave out the "biteable" part of that sentence.

"It's his Death-Day today." Buffy said matter-of-factly. "Kinda like a vampire birthday. He's just mad we didn't throw him a party or something. I'm telling you, that vampire has mood swings worse than a pregnant woman's. Why would we throw him a party? His "I blew out all the candles" wish would be to bathe in our blood."

"I got him a present," Xander said and blushed slightly, but only slightly, when Buffy and Giles stared at him. Willow and Tara already knew about his little insanities. There was no use in trying to keep secrets from a woman who could talk a tree into life. "I did get a present." He clarified. "I just didn't know it was today."

"Did you bake him a cake too?" Buffy asked and he couldn't decide whether she was mocking him or being polite.

"*No* I didn't bake him a cake," Xander answered. "I didn't know what day it was, remember?"

"Uhm… So what did you get him?" Buffy asked while staring at him like he had grown a second head.

"Just some CD's. It's some British Punk Collection Box that I ran into and it was really cheap and I thought since Harmony trashed all his and he never has any money…" Xander trailed off realizing he sounded exactly like Willow.

"Hey, that's a great gift." Buffy smiled. "So tell me, will I get a chance to let you eat up all those *not* so polite comments about me and Angel? Huh?"

Xander shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He had grown used to his lethal attraction to Spike during the last few months, but he had never expected Buffy to accept it so calmly. She had always been more of a "stake first, ask later" kind of girl and he had been pretty sure she would find one way or another to blame it all on Spike. On the other hand Giles still looked like he had swallowed a toad. Maybe he was ready to defend Xander's honor or at least yell at him for being stupid. The Watcher finally found his tongue.

"Well, Xander. What are you waiting for? Go find him."

Okay, so who were these people and what had they done to his friends? Either they were all alien imposters or Willow had ratted on him. He glared at the red headed witch who had the decency to look ashamed. Xander turned his Death-glare into his stern "We'll talk about this later" look and got up from his chair. Since all his friends were being uber-understanding he better go fetch Spike's gift and give it to him.

*30 minutes later*

Xander knocked on the door to Spike's crypt and tried to pretend he wasn't nervous. His gift felt silly were it was lying in all its wrapped glory in a plastic bag. Spike would probably laugh at him and use his stupid gift to light a fire but either way it was too late to back out now. Suddenly the door flew open and a vampire in full game face stared him down. Luckily Spike didn't scare him… Much.

"Hi," Xander said wincing at the "I'm about to pee my pants" sound of his voice.

"What do *you* want?" Spike growled through sharp fangs.
"Uhm… I bought you a gift and since it's your Death-Day I just wanted to drop it off and say, happy Death-Day or something."

Xander suddenly found his boots very interesting, nice heavy work- boots who could take Spike's Doc Martens on, any day.

"You bought me a gift?" Spike asked, his face morphing back into its devilishly handsome human planes. "Uhm… Come in."

Xander followed Spike into the dark crypt, lit only by flickering candlelight. Spike didn't say anything about sitting so he stood awkwardly just inside the now closed door while Spike sat on the worn couch placed alongside one of the walls. The vampire was looking down on the gift in his hands, turning it over and shaking it lightly. Then he put it on the cardboard-box serving as a table and opened the card. Xander wasn't so sure about the card. There weren't many suitable card for a hundred-and-twenty-something vampires. This one had a rusty railroad spike resting on a heap of crushed rose petals on the front. Xander had been completely astonished when he found it and was quite frankly still wondering who, besides him, would ever buy one. Inside he had written: I wish you happiness/ Xander in his best actually readable handwriting. Spike was touching the picture smiling to himself, seemingly lost in his memories. Xander really hoped he wasn't going to share. Then he opened the card and read it. Shot a look at Xander and read it again. Slowly he placed the card at the table and looked at Xander yet again with an unreadable expression on his face. Breaking eye contact the vampire picked up the neatly wrapped gift and began to open it. Slowly without tearing at the shiny white, blue, red paper, it was almost like he was savoring the gift opening ceremony. Xander was beginning to feel really stupid where he was standing, but none of the sitting alternatives was an option. Sitting next to Spike was too intimate and sitting on his unmade bad was all together out of the picture. Finally Spike managed to get the package opened and stared at the content. He turned it over, probably reading the song list printed on the back of the box. Then he gently put it down and got to his feet. Xander briefly considered running but he didn't have time. Spike seemed to be able to move from spot A to spot B without bothering to pass the area in between. Suddenly there was a vampire nose buried in the crook of Xander's neck and vampire arms around his waist. Reluctantly Xander put his arms around vampire shoulder and hugged Spike back. They stood like that in silence for what felt like years but was probably no more than a couple of seconds, before Spike pulled away. Xander didn't want to let go but it was still a good thing that he did since his teenage hormones were getting just a tad bit too happy.

"Thanks." Spike mumbled looking suspiciously teary eyed. "No one *ever* got me a card before, not even my poof of a Sire."

"I… I wasn't sure about the CD's, you probably got all the songs... I just thought that maybe Harmony…"

"I loved the gift Boy. Don't be so bleedin' insecure all the time."

"Boy?" Xander asked pointedly. "I have a name you know."

"I know, Alexander. It's just… Everybody else calls you Xander, *I* want to make a difference."

"And you choose Boy?" Xander asked incredously, while sending his internal St George to battle the Happiness Dragon residing in the pit of his stomach. Spike wanted to make a difference…

"Fine," Spike grumbled. "From now on I will call you… Nummy. But only because you brought me a gift *with* a card."

"Great." St George was losing his battle with the dragon. "Then I'll call you… Sexy." Xander was astounded with his own courage.

"Cause were both delicious," Spike snickered and Xander wondered if he wasn't insane after all. "Come on Nummy, I'll buy you a beer."

Xander followed him through the door, riding high on the Happy Dragon, but if Spike noticed his feet wasn't touching the ground he didn't comment upon it.

The end and tbc…

Notes: That's all for now, please tell if it's worth bothering with the rest.

[winterblue]

da kann ich margie nur zustimmen. ich fand sowohl die story, als auch dein gedicht schön. und wir haben ja schon mal darüber diskutiert, aber nochmal sagen schadet ja auch nie: ich finde stories, die weniger *sexuell* sind sowieso irgendwie schöner, weil das davor, also wie die charaktere zusammenkommen sind bzw. wie es endlich zu einer ersten annäherungen kommt, viel mehr spannung und interesse in mir weckt. deshalb gefiel mir deine fic auch schon deshalb mal.

ich wünschte, ich könnte auch schreiben. mein problem ist, ich weiß nie, wie ich anfangen soll. und zwar fängt das dilemma bei mir schon damit an, dass ich nicht weiß, ob ich die geschichte zuerst SCHREIBEN soll (also auf papier), da ich mich dabei besser konzentrieren kann etc.. dann müsste ich sie aber auch noch extra abtippen und wenn die länger ist, dauert das sicher auch eine weile. andererseits kann ich nicht einfach so vorm pc sitzen und drauflostippen. da bin ich viel zu unkreativ. also wie würdet ihr das machen bzw. wie macht ihr das?

und ich finds auch gut, wenn fanfics auf englisch sind ... ich weiß auch nicht, aber ich könnte mir gar nicht vorstellen eine auf deutsch zu lesen. würde mir irgendwie komisch vorkommen, weil ich mich schon so an die ganzen redewendungen etc. im englischen gewöhnt habe.

und noch was! ich finde es sooooooo süß, wenn spike *xan* oder *xand* zu xander sagt.

[Gast]

da kann ich margie nur zustimmen. ich fand sowohl die story, als auch dein gedicht schön.

Mensch, ich brauch nen blush-smilie...wo sind di dinger, wenn sie wirklich nötig wären???
Ihr seit so lieb

Das mit dem ganzen Sex in den fanfics... ich hab mal ne weile lang immer auf ner schwulen-seite eines freundes gesurft, und da hatte es auch viele selbstgeschriebene geschichten, und zu beginn waren die total romantisch und schön (halt normale liebesgeschichten,einfach mit zwei männern *lol*) und je länger die leute schrieben desto öfters gings nur noch rein um den sex... und man merkte da halt auch, dass wirklich nur noch die "kennen-lern-orte" ausgetauscht wurde und die sexstellen dann lang und detailiert geschrieben (und auch von geschichte zu geschichte übernommen wurden) sowas muss ja nicht sein

wie gesagt "It's all about romantic"

ich schreib normalerweise immer erst auf papier, weil, ich will überall schreiben können und nicht auf nen pc fixiert sein...was dann leider zum aptippen führt (das längste was ichhatte, war mein erster versuch, ein buch zu veröffentlichen... da hab ich 120 seiten schreibmaschine zum schluss gehabt... und das alles von hand zuerst geschrieben und dann abgetippt... das war arbeit!)

how hab ich jetzt direkt am pc geschrieben, aber das gibt wahnsinnig kopfschmerzen

und ich finds auch gut, wenn fanfics auf englisch sind ...

leider muss ich dir auch da vollkommen recht geben
deutsch ist zwar ne schöne sprache undich liebe es deutsch zu schreiben... aber für die buffy charakter muss einfach englisch her
(tja,man sieht ja, was dabei rauskam )

und noch was! ich finde es sooooooo süß, wenn spike *xan* oder *xand* zu xander sagt.

also, das geilste, was ich bisher gelesen hab steht bei mir jetzt gross auf dem schul-pult

XANPET ich liebe das!