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snoggedTitle: The Problem With Normal
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Buffy/Angel (oh yes, you read that right).
Word Count: 6 x 100.
Rating: FRT/PG; there's a little sexual suggestion but it's very tame. Plus, I tried for comedy so if I make you laugh then I've done good :)
Setting: Let's say Season 2 before "Surprise"
Summary: Buffy and Angel have a "normal" date.
A/N: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowpuppies who requested "Buffy/Angel" and "I'd like to see something comedic - maybe a vampire/slayer take on common dating mishaps? Or even something involving Joyce - embarrassing mom time or something?"
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot any spelling/grammar errors.
1. Preparation
Buffy stood in front of the bathroom mirror, holding the hot, iron tongs against the side of her head. It wasn’t like she got to have normal dates being the Slayer and all but here she was, getting ready for a date. A date with Angel. A date that involved dinner and a movie. A date with flowers and kisses. A date that was picture-perfect and teenage-girl normal. Even if it was date she had begged for.
She released her grip on the curling iron and felt the soft, warm hair curl against her cheek.
What could possibly go wrong?
2. Arrival
Angel gulped, transforming his hands into fists, as he stared at the front door. Was he supposed to knock? Or was Buffy just going to come flouncing down the stairs to greet him?
It had been centuries since he’d gone a “normal” date that he wasn’t sure what the protocol was anymore.
“I assume you're Angel,” Joyce said, voice stern as she opened the door and broke through his thoughts. Before he even had a chance to speak, mom went on. “I know what boys like you think about and I swear to God if you touch my daughter…”
“Mom!”
3. The Talk
Joyce turned to see Buffy coming down the stairs, cheeks burning red and shoulders tensing with embarrassment.
“I was merely explaining to your friend that I expect him to be on his best behavior. I know what boys like him like to do in the backseat of their daddy’s Volvos. I was a teenage girl once.”
Buffy stuck out her tongue and wrinkled her nose. “That is so gross, Mom.” She grabbed Angel’s arm and started pushing him out the door. Angel allowed himself to be pushed, feeling grateful for Buffy’s sudden need to rush. “We’re going now. ‘Night Mom!”
4. Dinner
Buffy dug her fork into her chicken and scooped it into her mouth, getting bits of rice on her cheek. “So, the theater is showing the new McConaughey movie.”
Angel sighed, tapping his fork against the plate. Chinese food had really gone down hill since the Boxer Rebellion. “You’ve got something on…”
Buffy’s arm shot out an arc, knocking her soda over, as she tried to figure what was on her. “Is it a worm demon? Wait, can worms be demons? It’s not like they’re scary. Gross, yes, but…” She paused, noticing the dark stain blossoming on Angel’s shirt.
“Sorry?”
5. Movie
Buffy rested her hand against Angel’s leg as the lights dimmed. She had to believe this date couldn’t get any worse.
What happened at dinner certainly hadn’t helped. And getting toilet paper stuck to her boot when she left the bathroom had made it even worse.
She dug her hands into the warm popcorn, letting the butter and salt coat her fingers, before bringing the snack to her lips. But she nearly choked when she realized she saw a familiar someone in the theater.
Her mom was macking on some old geezer in the row in front of them. EWWW!!
6. Goodnight
“I’m sorry tonight was so awful,” Buffy murmured, approaching the front door. “It was supposed to be perfect. Supposed to be normal.”
Angel’s jaw tightened at the sound of the word. How long would it take Buffy to realize that they could never be normal?
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Buffy.”
Buffy’s eyes brightened and she captured his lips in a kiss. Angel lingered in the kiss for a few moments before he vanished into thin air.
Buffy slipped into the house and glared at the reflection in the mirror. Her soft curls had turned into limp spaghetti. Worst date ever.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Buffy/Angel (oh yes, you read that right).
Word Count: 6 x 100.
Rating: FRT/PG; there's a little sexual suggestion but it's very tame. Plus, I tried for comedy so if I make you laugh then I've done good :)
Setting: Let's say Season 2 before "Surprise"
Summary: Buffy and Angel have a "normal" date.
A/N: written for
snowpuppies who requested "Buffy/Angel" and "I'd like to see something comedic - maybe a vampire/slayer take on common dating mishaps? Or even something involving Joyce - embarrassing mom time or something?"Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot any spelling/grammar errors.
1. Preparation
Buffy stood in front of the bathroom mirror, holding the hot, iron tongs against the side of her head. It wasn’t like she got to have normal dates being the Slayer and all but here she was, getting ready for a date. A date with Angel. A date that involved dinner and a movie. A date with flowers and kisses. A date that was picture-perfect and teenage-girl normal. Even if it was date she had begged for.
She released her grip on the curling iron and felt the soft, warm hair curl against her cheek.
What could possibly go wrong?
2. Arrival
Angel gulped, transforming his hands into fists, as he stared at the front door. Was he supposed to knock? Or was Buffy just going to come flouncing down the stairs to greet him?
It had been centuries since he’d gone a “normal” date that he wasn’t sure what the protocol was anymore.
“I assume you're Angel,” Joyce said, voice stern as she opened the door and broke through his thoughts. Before he even had a chance to speak, mom went on. “I know what boys like you think about and I swear to God if you touch my daughter…”
“Mom!”
3. The Talk
Joyce turned to see Buffy coming down the stairs, cheeks burning red and shoulders tensing with embarrassment.
“I was merely explaining to your friend that I expect him to be on his best behavior. I know what boys like him like to do in the backseat of their daddy’s Volvos. I was a teenage girl once.”
Buffy stuck out her tongue and wrinkled her nose. “That is so gross, Mom.” She grabbed Angel’s arm and started pushing him out the door. Angel allowed himself to be pushed, feeling grateful for Buffy’s sudden need to rush. “We’re going now. ‘Night Mom!”
4. Dinner
Buffy dug her fork into her chicken and scooped it into her mouth, getting bits of rice on her cheek. “So, the theater is showing the new McConaughey movie.”
Angel sighed, tapping his fork against the plate. Chinese food had really gone down hill since the Boxer Rebellion. “You’ve got something on…”
Buffy’s arm shot out an arc, knocking her soda over, as she tried to figure what was on her. “Is it a worm demon? Wait, can worms be demons? It’s not like they’re scary. Gross, yes, but…” She paused, noticing the dark stain blossoming on Angel’s shirt.
“Sorry?”
5. Movie
Buffy rested her hand against Angel’s leg as the lights dimmed. She had to believe this date couldn’t get any worse.
What happened at dinner certainly hadn’t helped. And getting toilet paper stuck to her boot when she left the bathroom had made it even worse.
She dug her hands into the warm popcorn, letting the butter and salt coat her fingers, before bringing the snack to her lips. But she nearly choked when she realized she saw a familiar someone in the theater.
Her mom was macking on some old geezer in the row in front of them. EWWW!!
6. Goodnight
“I’m sorry tonight was so awful,” Buffy murmured, approaching the front door. “It was supposed to be perfect. Supposed to be normal.”
Angel’s jaw tightened at the sound of the word. How long would it take Buffy to realize that they could never be normal?
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Buffy.”
Buffy’s eyes brightened and she captured his lips in a kiss. Angel lingered in the kiss for a few moments before he vanished into thin air.
Buffy slipped into the house and glared at the reflection in the mirror. Her soft curls had turned into limp spaghetti. Worst date ever.
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on 2009-04-06 03:49 am (UTC)Can I just say that this cracked me up right at the start? :P
This was great, hon. I giggled throughout, and boy, was it something the B/A 'ship needed!
Thank you so much! :)
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on 2009-04-06 03:59 am (UTC)I was a B/A shipper at the start of it so it was kinda nice to revisit the roots even if it was from a humorist perspective
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on 2009-04-06 03:55 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2009-04-06 04:00 am (UTC)It was certainly an interesting adventure to write it.
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on 2009-04-06 08:28 am (UTC)But boy, does it make for some funny fic. :D
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on 2009-04-06 10:41 pm (UTC)Glad you liked, hun!
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on 2009-04-06 10:14 am (UTC)no subject
on 2009-04-06 10:42 pm (UTC)They didn't have many opportunities to experience all the crazy mishaps that can happen
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on 2009-04-06 11:59 am (UTC)no subject
on 2009-04-06 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-04-06 11:54 pm (UTC)Also, just picturing Angel out on a date, with a teenage girl... so funny. *pets him*
Thanks for the laughs hun!
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on 2009-04-07 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
on 2009-04-08 11:33 am (UTC)Poor Angel. After brooding for a century, not wonder he got only normal dates.
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on 2009-04-13 04:35 am (UTC)Glad you took the time to read this one :)
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on 2011-07-20 12:02 am (UTC)*hugs and love*
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on 2011-07-20 12:02 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-07-20 02:20 am (UTC)This is hilarious. Buffy totally jinxed herself at the start. :)
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on 2011-07-22 02:00 pm (UTC)