JUSTIN!!!21121 My one true love! And leather pants, also a love. Also Random Crossovers, the key to my heart. Ask anyone.
But moving on, I have no idea how to feedback this except to leave my favorite lines: “’Cause you and I are so perfect together,” Spike answered, peering around a corner and listening intently for their friend in creaky tin. “Both of us outsiders, always making the wrong choices, wearing our hearts on our sleeves, loyal once we decide someone’s deserving of said loyalty and both of us overcompensating for our perceived shortcomings, not to mention neither of us being good enough for Buffy, which makes us natural brothers in each other’s arms.” His eyes narrowed as he picked up the subtle sound of movement coming from the other side of the wall and then turned back to look at Xander, “Besides, everyone knows we’re doin’ it.” and “Yeah, well,” the cherubic (in a fallen, dirty faced angel sort of way) blond answered, “people with a waist size over 28 shouldn’t wear orange leather, either…” and “And I would have gotten away with it, too,” Justin said, pushing out his puffy lips, “if it hadn’t been for you fucking grown ups.”
Spike jumped down from the plane, pulling Justin with him. “You’re gonna take that back, jailbait, ‘cause I’ve spent my whole un-life pullin’ off mid to late 20s!”
Justin curled his lip, looking Spike over, “A diet of nicotine and O Neg have given you high cheekbones and an overly ripped bod, but you’re not more than one decade away from 50!”
AHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Also, you made me read Spike/Xander. That's talent.
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But moving on, I have no idea how to feedback this except to leave my favorite lines:
“’Cause you and I are so perfect together,” Spike answered, peering around a corner and listening intently for their friend in creaky tin. “Both of us outsiders, always making the wrong choices, wearing our hearts on our sleeves, loyal once we decide someone’s deserving of said loyalty and both of us overcompensating for our perceived shortcomings, not to mention neither of us being good enough for Buffy, which makes us natural brothers in each other’s arms.” His eyes narrowed as he picked up the subtle sound of movement coming from the other side of the wall and then turned back to look at Xander, “Besides, everyone knows we’re doin’ it.”
and
“Yeah, well,” the cherubic (in a fallen, dirty faced angel sort of way) blond answered, “people with a waist size over 28 shouldn’t wear orange leather, either…”
and
“And I would have gotten away with it, too,” Justin said, pushing out his puffy lips, “if it hadn’t been for you fucking grown ups.”
Spike jumped down from the plane, pulling Justin with him. “You’re gonna take that back, jailbait, ‘cause I’ve spent my whole un-life pullin’ off mid to late 20s!”
Justin curled his lip, looking Spike over, “A diet of nicotine and O Neg have given you high cheekbones and an overly ripped bod, but you’re not more than one decade away from 50!”
AHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Also, you made me read Spike/Xander. That's talent.