Because of the punny confusion! You just can't go wrong!
See, and I once totally started a Connor/Riley (with Faith but not WITH Faith) story and one day I will finish it. Yes, yes I will. Because I LIKE THEM TOGETHER. And I request it all the time and so far only fitofpique comes through for me. Darling, darling fitofpique.
Hee, at this rate...um, quite probably! And with much, much joy!
I sometimes am tentative in people's journals, because I do not wish to spam them if it is irritating. Unfortunately for you, you no longer have that option!!
Gah, it's somewhere on fanfic.net but damned if I can find it... sooo many human AUs over there. One of which I greatly applaud for being a Spuffy AU with Angel as *Spike's* abusive boyfriend rather than Buffy's, especially for the teeny 'ewww!' reactions.
Hee! OK NOw I gotta say, I could love that twist! And then after Spike & Angel break up, Angel seeks Anger Management & goes into group therapy where he meets an insecure but sweet-at-heart Snyder and they fall In love!
His colleague smirked, pouring himself coffee from the pot as Angel found them empty seats. Not a difficult job, since the teachers’ lounge was all but deserted: the principal’s secretary, Harmony, was busy lacquering her nails in a corner and the new Chemistry teacher – Niles? Norman? Knox, that was it – was grading papers, but everyone else was in class. Or, more likely, was deliberately flouting Snyder’s new policy of teachers staying on campus until the end of the school day.
“You ever wonder if we’re as bad as the kids?” he asked, philosophically.
“Why, you hoping Snyder’ll take down the good old Board of Education?” He grinned. “Tell you what a bad boy you’ve been?”
Angel sometimes wondered if Spike shared those kind of mental images with his English class, or if it was only his friends whose minds he liked to warp.
“What exactly did he say?”
Spike told a long slurp of the coffee. “What I said. Wants to talk to you about what you’ve been teaching the brats. Sounded pissed off.”
“One lesson on Irish history’s not going to derail the whole precious semester,” he argued. Even a slightly biased hour.
“Hey.” Spike held up his hand. “Choir, preaching.”
Harmony coughed. It was loud, false, and proved why Lorne always politely but firmly turned down her offers of help with the drama club. It was a cough that said ‘boss, incoming’.
Snyder swept into the room like a very short tidal wave, glaring at all who dared fall in his path. “My office, now,” he snapped at Angel.
“Six of the best for you,” Spike muttered.
Angel glared at him. To Snyder he said, “Yes. Uh. Sir,” and followed him out.
He really hoped Spike was joking about that paddle thing.
*g* Evil plot bunny of doom. And Angel's a bad, bad boy.
Also I completely fell down on picking a last name for Angel. Even though, being surrounded by Irish people, you'd think I could think of one Irish name...
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Cool.
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And when are our damn results out?
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ALso I should thank you personally for pointing out the meme in the first place.
Since it's totally taken over my life, huzzah!
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Possibly not! I do not know! But you wait, give me a few months....
And it is partially my fault, I nearly commented on your Riley post yesterday and did not. I am shamed. DEEPLY SHAMED.
Because you were right, there is not enough Riley fic. Heck, I didn't even know there WERE Riley archives, even dead ones.
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For some reason I can't post the whole of my thing. But I'm sure you're in the top 100.
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I'll cling to that!
And ok, that's not right. There should be more Riley fic out there. Particularly post season 5/6 Riley fic. *sighs* *sniffs*
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Because of the punny confusion! You just can't go wrong!
See, and I once totally started a Connor/Riley (with Faith but not WITH Faith) story and one day I will finish it. Yes, yes I will. Because I LIKE THEM TOGETHER. And I request it all the time and so far only fitofpique comes through for me. Darling, darling fitofpique.
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:coughs discreetly:
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Oh.
OH!!! *squeaks* Omg, yes yes yes! SO HAPPY!!
*bounces*
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NOT a problem, baby. By next week I'll totally be on the charts.
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I sometimes am tentative in people's journals, because I do not wish to spam them if it is irritating. Unfortunately for you, you no longer have that option!!
Weee!
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Oh yeah baby, you are SO mine.
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They're so cute! How can you not look at them together and see LUV?!
It's like...Splory! Or SNYGEL!
Except, you know, not.
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I have yet to see a human AU with Snygel, for some bizarre reason.
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And I don't see why there isn't a human AU with Snygel *frowns*
Snygel is principle, Angel is the history teacher...It so could happen!!
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I hate you.
“You’re in for it now.”
“Shut up, Spike.”
His colleague smirked, pouring himself coffee from the pot as Angel found them empty seats. Not a difficult job, since the teachers’ lounge was all but deserted: the principal’s secretary, Harmony, was busy lacquering her nails in a corner and the new Chemistry teacher – Niles? Norman? Knox, that was it – was grading papers, but everyone else was in class. Or, more likely, was deliberately flouting Snyder’s new policy of teachers staying on campus until the end of the school day.
“You ever wonder if we’re as bad as the kids?” he asked, philosophically.
“Why, you hoping Snyder’ll take down the good old Board of Education?” He grinned. “Tell you what a bad boy you’ve been?”
Angel sometimes wondered if Spike shared those kind of mental images with his English class, or if it was only his friends whose minds he liked to warp.
“What exactly did he say?”
Spike told a long slurp of the coffee. “What I said. Wants to talk to you about what you’ve been teaching the brats. Sounded pissed off.”
“One lesson on Irish history’s not going to derail the whole precious semester,” he argued. Even a slightly biased hour.
“Hey.” Spike held up his hand. “Choir, preaching.”
Harmony coughed. It was loud, false, and proved why Lorne always politely but firmly turned down her offers of help with the drama club. It was a cough that said ‘boss, incoming’.
Snyder swept into the room like a very short tidal wave, glaring at all who dared fall in his path. “My office, now,” he snapped at Angel.
“Six of the best for you,” Spike muttered.
Angel glared at him. To Snyder he said, “Yes. Uh. Sir,” and followed him out.
He really hoped Spike was joking about that paddle thing.
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Omg, I LOVE YOU!
Harmony coughed. It was loud, false, and proved why Lorne always politely but firmly turned down her offers of help with the drama club.
Hee! Plus, you know, Snyder spanking Angel! *dies*
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Also I completely fell down on picking a last name for Angel. Even though, being surrounded by Irish people, you'd think I could think of one Irish name...
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As long as you don't call him O'Connor, I don't care WHAT you do :p
*ducks and hides*
ANd also, wee! I bet I'm in the top 20 NOW, baby !!! sequel, sequel!!
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*crawls into corner and whimpers*
But it is cute without the spanking and dirtywrongbadbad Snygel.
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Seriously, brilliant fic. If I could do one, a tenth as well I'ld be happy.
(PS I wanted to ask are you going to be in Belfast the night before the convention?)
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(Evil Plans forming) We may then try to arrange (finally) another Buffy RPG session. I'll confirm with the others and let you know by Monday.
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*makes like MontyPython!Vikings*
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