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poisonangel) wrote2009-01-25 09:55 pm
poisonangel) wrote2009-01-25 09:55 pm
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[Fic] From RAM to Roadies, G (Willow/Oz)
Title: From RAM to Roadies
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Willow/Oz
Word Count: 279
Rating: G
Warnings: None
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Willow sat at one of the high-top tables at the Bronze sipping on a tall glass of something fruity that came with an umbrella. Xander had been talking at Cordelia and Buffy about the possibilities of tiny little beach bums being umbrella-less because the tiny umbrella corporations kept harvesting them for drink accessories.
But Willow didn't catch Cordy's scathing comments about how she could have been with the captain of the football team if she wasn't slumming it or Buffy's feigned interest as her eyes traveled around the room, hoping for tall, dark and bloodthirsty because she was in serious need of a good staking.
The little computer wiz turned band-guy's girlfriend was focused on Oz as he strummed or plucked or whatever it was he did that made him 10% cooler than everyone in the room who wasn't on stage.
He glanced up and his eyes headed straight for her. She smiled at him and tipped her head in silent communication. It was their thing. She had a thing with a boy. And for once it was a boy who didn't just talk to her about all the pretty girls who weren't interested in him.
Just thinking about Oz gave her the warm fuzzies and seeing him on stage gave her the warm tingle-ies, which she was much less apt to discuss in public.
It was hard for to believe how different her life had become in just a couple of years. She had really come a long way from that quiet, bookish girl who was afraid to express herself.
She took another sip of her drink, blissfully unaware of just how much further she had to go.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Willow/Oz
Word Count: 279
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Request:
sagemuraken: MusicWillow sat at one of the high-top tables at the Bronze sipping on a tall glass of something fruity that came with an umbrella. Xander had been talking at Cordelia and Buffy about the possibilities of tiny little beach bums being umbrella-less because the tiny umbrella corporations kept harvesting them for drink accessories.
But Willow didn't catch Cordy's scathing comments about how she could have been with the captain of the football team if she wasn't slumming it or Buffy's feigned interest as her eyes traveled around the room, hoping for tall, dark and bloodthirsty because she was in serious need of a good staking.
The little computer wiz turned band-guy's girlfriend was focused on Oz as he strummed or plucked or whatever it was he did that made him 10% cooler than everyone in the room who wasn't on stage.
He glanced up and his eyes headed straight for her. She smiled at him and tipped her head in silent communication. It was their thing. She had a thing with a boy. And for once it was a boy who didn't just talk to her about all the pretty girls who weren't interested in him.
Just thinking about Oz gave her the warm fuzzies and seeing him on stage gave her the warm tingle-ies, which she was much less apt to discuss in public.
It was hard for to believe how different her life had become in just a couple of years. She had really come a long way from that quiet, bookish girl who was afraid to express herself.
She took another sip of her drink, blissfully unaware of just how much further she had to go.
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Nicely done. I also like the warm tingle-ies. It comes to everybody, sooner or later.
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Nice! I like the little touches about the other characters and the cuteness with Oz/Willow along with the ominous last sentence.
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I always have trouble ignoring the angst-elephant in the room. That's why I always mention the aging difference with ConFrod. So, yeah, last line. ^^
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