Dampersandspoons = Grief Counseling

I used to be dampersandspoons but changed my name to Grief Counseling. I still write Spuffy fanfic under this new name and you can find my work here:

https://www.sunnydaleafterdark.com/viewuser.php?uid=17

Did you know that Dusty and I were working on a comic book? BECAUSE WE ARE. 14 pages are posted so far, and we'd love it if you took a gander. Starts with Season 6's episode Life Serial, but this is definitely NOT A DATE.

Chapter 8 Posted! Here’s a little sneak-peek:

Spike made his way into Stevenson Hall, up the stairs to the second level and finally to Buffy’s door. He looked left and right to make sure he hadn’t been followed, and then helped himself inside thanks to Willow’s lingering invite.

He slammed the door, whirled around, and then jumped at the sight of a very naked, very wet slayer, dragging a brush through her damp locks.

“Spike!” Buffy shouted in surprise, hurriedly covering up her body. And then she froze.

“Uh…” Spike swallowed, allowing his eyes to eat up the sight of her incredibly tan thighs, the subtle curve of her hips, and the one nipple left exposed by her haphazard attempt at concealing her breasts.

Coherent sentences were not to be made. All he could manage to say was, “Nipple.”

“Get out!” she shrieked and threw her hairbrush at him.

It hit him in the temple so hard that he could finally think straight again, and he whirled around to face the door.

“I’m sorry! I have to hide! I didn’t mean to see your tits!” He looked over his shoulder and said respectfully, “They are lovely, though.”

She threw something else at him, and he dodged it before it made contact with his ass.

“Watch it, Slayer!”

She’d pressed him against the door in a flash, his hands twisted behind his back. The thought that she did all of that while naked was impressive. What was less impressive was the drawing of a chocolate milkshake she’d squished his cheek against. Further inspection of this godawful poster revealed that it displayed a variety of chocolate confections.

He was about to make fun of her terrible taste in home décor, but then she fumbled for the doorknob.

“Wait, wait, wait!” he pleaded. “I’ve been shot!”

“So? You’re about to be staked!”

“Listen,” he struggled to say with his mouth mashed against the door, “your boyfriend shot me! Look!”

“Can’t die from a bullet. Therefore, you are not my problem.”

He wriggled free from her grasp, put his hand over hers to keep her from twisting the doorknob, and resorted to begging.

“Buffy, three soldiers are right outside. If you throw me out, they’ll find me and take me back to that place! I need your help! Please! Please, Buffy. I’m using your actual name to appeal to your humanity and everything!”

There was a pause, then she sighed before putting him in a chokehold from behind.

“We both know that I’m naked right now.”

“Right.”

“And you are never, ever to see me naked.”

I have a new story!! Six chapters so far. I got your season 4 fic right here with NO SOMETHING BLUE! How do we get Spuffy without it?! We’ve got fanged four sexy flashbacks. We’ve got Spuffy banter, enemies to friends to more slow burninating, Giles and Spike bonding! Humor and darkness wrapped up in a solely Spike POV story that dives deep into vampire biology and culture while Riley is there doing stuff in the background to cause issues and this feels like it’s going to be an epic writing adventure with more punctuation than this sentence.

Exclusively at Sunnydale After Dark!

This event is EPIC.

All Spike wanted was for Buffy to treat him like a man. To let him into her world. Finally, she did.

Set during the episode Crush and instantly takes a sharp turn.

All Spike wanted was for Buffy to treat him like a man. To let him into her world. Finally, she did.

Set during the episode Crush and instantly takes a sharp turn.

In case you missed it, Chapter 4 of Not A Monster co-written by Grief Counseling and Dusty is up!