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madame_meretrix a nice birthday surprise without doing any extra work. haha. that sounds really bad, but she knows how I mean it.
so, MM delurked me when she read Won't Back Down and Backup. now that I look back, I'm surprised that she liked it, because it's really not her style. haha. then again, I'm always a little surprised these days when people tell me how much they love WBD. I can't even reread it anymore because I'm so self-conscious of the writing, but I think I get it...there's something about that story that's just...warm and fuzzy and comforting, even with the angst. it's like a woobie.
these are 2 scenes that I like, but that never made it into the final cut of the fic because they didn't fit the flow and pace of the end. both of them fit between the final chapter of Backup and the epilogue. if you needed a refresher, those two parts are here
before anyone gets excited, there's no porn. hahaha. sorry! if there had been sex, I'm sure it would have made its way into the proper fic, because I'm a whore. on with the show!
Title: Won't Back Down / Backup
Author: Mel (thatotherperv)
Pairing: Spangel
Rating: these snippets, PG-13. the fic was NC-17 as a whole
Summary: WBD and its sequel Backup were my first fic (eep), teen human AU. Spike was a punk bad boy (of course) and Angel was sort of...trailer-trash-with-a-heart-of-gold.
Disclaimer: the characters belong to Joss and ME...alas, alack.
Feedback: please :)
Won’t Back Down, Backup, and related ficlets are all here
banner by the lovelysueworld2003
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This takes place not long after the close of the final chapter of Backup. it's uh...a little detailed on how to finance a college education. haha. which is one of the reasons it got cut, but it has a sweet, couple-y vibe to it that I like.
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Spike awoke suddenly at 4:12am, and he could feel that Angel’s side of the bed was empty. In fact, it was cold, so he must have been gone for some time. Sleepy, Spike pulled on a pair of jeans and padded down the hall to Angel’s brooding room. And sure enough, the big poof was in there, brooding away. He was staring down at a legal ledger, pencil in hand, frowning at it like someone had just snatched away his golden ticket and there would be no tour of the chocolate factory for him. And like he kinda wanted to hit someone for that, but he didn’t know who.
“Hey,” Spike said quietly, and Angel looked up. “I’d hate to be the guy that put that look on your face.”
“I’m not…it’s just…there isn’t enough money.”
“Always enough money in the world, mate, you just have to know how to get your hands on it.” Angel shot him a dirty look.
“You would think that, with that silver spoon up your ass. No, I mean, the scholarship isn’t enough. I don’t think I can go to UCSD next year.”
Spike rubbed at his face. It was too early—or late—to be having this conversation, but according to Willow, this is what a good boyfriend did. “Ok, show me what you’ve gotten yourself so worked up about when you should be in bed with me.” Ok, so there was a little bit of a whine in his voice. It was bloody late, and he wasn’t perfect.
“Well look, the college is giving me $3,000 a year, for the need scholarship. Two thousand for the academic. That nearly covers all of my tuition, but…not quite, and then there’s books and living expenses…”
That sharpened Spike’s thoughts. “But you’re going to be living here, right? What living expenses, never asked you for rent.”
“I’d like to still live here if you don’t mind…”
Spike sighed, like he was very put upon. “24-hour access to fabulous shagging, waking up next to your ugly mug every morning, having you cook for me…it’s my cross to bear, luv, but somehow I’ll muddle through.”
Angel rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I still pay for food and stuff.”
“Could you cover the difference with money from the shop?”
“I’m not as smart as you, Spike. College is going to be really hard for me, so I’m going to have to really cut back on my hours. There just isn’t going to be that much money I can earn, at least for the first year. Willow seems to think I’ll get a better handle on things after that.”
Spike ignored the crack about ‘not as smart as him,’ because you had to pick your battles and that was one he lost routinely. Bloody hard-headed. “Any chance you can dig up more scholarship money?”
“No. Willow and I applied for everything we could think of. There’s no more free money out there for me.”
“What about loans then? Low interest.” Spike’s eye twitched with the realization that he’d learned something from his father after all.
“Yeah I thought about that. I could if I needed to, I guess but…the thought really makes me uncomfortable. I mean…I’m going to get the shop from my uncle someday anyway, so this is really just so that I can run it well, and I’m not sure that’s worth getting myself into debt over.”
Spike studied Angel. He was lying, about how much he wanted this. Spike had seen the endless preparation with Willow all summer, the restless nights since his applications were mailed off. The way Angel had glowed like a new mother when the acceptance letter arrived. Ever the practical poof. Ever the responsible one. He would probably give up the dream rather than incur ‘unnecessary’ debt.
Bugger. Angel was going to hate this (actually, they both were), but it had to be said.
“I say it’s worth it, because it’s important to you. And that’s why you’re going to ask my dad for the rest of the money.” Angel’s whole face darkened from worried to pissed off. Gotta say, the ponce could glare with the best of them. Spike looked back levelly, unfazed. But this had better not interrupt their sex life, again.
He could almost time the explosion by the vein in Angel’s forehead. “Fuck off, I’m not your mistress. I’m not taking daddy’s money.”
Spike couldn’t stop his mouth from quirking up at that image, even though he knew it would only make things worse. “Damn right, you’re not my mistress. Not nearly pretty enough…”
If looks could kill. Right. Tone down the mouth, then.
“Look, my father may not be the evil prig I made him out to be, but when it comes to money, the man does nothing out of the goodness of his heart. Not even for the boy that’s shagging his son. I’m sure there would be provisions…a cut of your business for a while when you get done, or paying it back with interest, but it would be the devil you know and he would be more flexible with extenuating circumstances than a bank, were you to miss a payment or whatever. And maybe it wouldn’t even be a loan, because he gives scholarships away every year to promising young business students. Makes him look like an upstanding member of the community giving back, though I think it’s really a way to keep future generations of entrepreneurs under his thumb. Anyway, he thinks you’re promising, that much I gathered from that sickening little bonding session of yours.”
Angel looked so lost in thought that he didn’t catch that last dig, which was for the best. No need to fight about it again. But he didn’t look mad any more, just…considering.
“Look, mate, just think on it. But not right now, because I’m soddin’ exhausted and if you don’t get sleep, you’re going to cut your arm off in some machinery at work tomorrow and wouldn’t that be a bloody shame. Now quit your whingin’, and come back to bed.”
To his surprise, Angel laughed. “God, you’re cranky when you’re missing out on sleep.” He looked at him fondly for a moment, smile still playing over his face. “I think you really are the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”
Spike grinned and held out his hand to pull Angel from his seat. “Well then aren’t you lucky you’re that special one I want to annoy for the rest of my life?”
Angel cuffed him playfully in the head. As they trudged down the hall back to bed, if either of them noticed the implication of a long future together…well, neither of them were going to jinx it.
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This next one takes place about five years after the last chapter of Backup (the epilogue was 9 years after). I ended up feeling as though this didn't hit quite all of the points I wanted in an epilogue, so I scrapped it and wrote the scene that ended up as the epilogue. but I like this too.
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Angel stood in the doorway to their bedroom, watching as Spike dumped the entire contents of his duffle onto the bed without ceremony, riffling through the tangle of wrinkled clothing for something to wear to the local show. He cringed as Spike gave a shirt the sniff-test, and apparently found it passable.
It was his personal opinion that after 2 weeks on the road—with no detours for a Laundromat—the whole bag should probably be burned, but they could have that discussion later.
“What time are you doing your first set at the Bronze tonight?”
Spike threw him an appraising look over his shoulder. “Oh, you’re coming? Not too fancy for us, with your shiny college degree?”
Angel snorted and wrapped his arms around Spike’s waist. “I believe your exact words were, ‘if you miss our first home-town show in a year, I’ll rip your bloody balls off.’”
Spike smiled slyly. “I said no such thing. You’re not only a perjurer, you’re a daft one at that.”
Angel rolled his eyes. “I call bullshit.”
“I’m telling you, this idea of yours is completely delusio—aahhhh.” Spike moaned as Angel began to fondle him.
“You cannot distract me,” Spike gasped out. “I’m a man of iron will.”
Angel just smiled smugly into Spike’s neck as he pumped the increasingly rigid cock in his hand. “Is that what you call this?”
“Bloody smartass. Now you’ve got me in the mood for a quick tumble before I head out. Care to oblige?”
“I might be persuaded.”
He was persuaded. Rather cleverly, rather quickly, and more than once.
After they were slumped together on the bed (Angel refused to shag him on the floor when there was perfectly good furniture nearby…the fussy wanker), they took a moment to bask in the afterglow. Spike was most definitely going to be late. Fuck it.
Spike sighed. “Happy anniversary, you git.”
Angel grinned, big and sappy, and Spike’s heart glowed. Not that he’d admit a fruity thing like that. “Love you too.”
madame_meretrix a nice birthday surprise without doing any extra work. haha. that sounds really bad, but she knows how I mean it.so, MM delurked me when she read Won't Back Down and Backup. now that I look back, I'm surprised that she liked it, because it's really not her style. haha. then again, I'm always a little surprised these days when people tell me how much they love WBD. I can't even reread it anymore because I'm so self-conscious of the writing, but I think I get it...there's something about that story that's just...warm and fuzzy and comforting, even with the angst. it's like a woobie.
these are 2 scenes that I like, but that never made it into the final cut of the fic because they didn't fit the flow and pace of the end. both of them fit between the final chapter of Backup and the epilogue. if you needed a refresher, those two parts are here
before anyone gets excited, there's no porn. hahaha. sorry! if there had been sex, I'm sure it would have made its way into the proper fic, because I'm a whore. on with the show!
Title: Won't Back Down / Backup
Author: Mel (
thatotherperv)Pairing: Spangel
Rating: these snippets, PG-13. the fic was NC-17 as a whole
Summary: WBD and its sequel Backup were my first fic (eep), teen human AU. Spike was a punk bad boy (of course) and Angel was sort of...trailer-trash-with-a-heart-of-gold.
Disclaimer: the characters belong to Joss and ME...alas, alack.
Feedback: please :)
Won’t Back Down, Backup, and related ficlets are all here
banner by the lovely
sueworld2003~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
This takes place not long after the close of the final chapter of Backup. it's uh...a little detailed on how to finance a college education. haha. which is one of the reasons it got cut, but it has a sweet, couple-y vibe to it that I like.
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Spike awoke suddenly at 4:12am, and he could feel that Angel’s side of the bed was empty. In fact, it was cold, so he must have been gone for some time. Sleepy, Spike pulled on a pair of jeans and padded down the hall to Angel’s brooding room. And sure enough, the big poof was in there, brooding away. He was staring down at a legal ledger, pencil in hand, frowning at it like someone had just snatched away his golden ticket and there would be no tour of the chocolate factory for him. And like he kinda wanted to hit someone for that, but he didn’t know who.
“Hey,” Spike said quietly, and Angel looked up. “I’d hate to be the guy that put that look on your face.”
“I’m not…it’s just…there isn’t enough money.”
“Always enough money in the world, mate, you just have to know how to get your hands on it.” Angel shot him a dirty look.
“You would think that, with that silver spoon up your ass. No, I mean, the scholarship isn’t enough. I don’t think I can go to UCSD next year.”
Spike rubbed at his face. It was too early—or late—to be having this conversation, but according to Willow, this is what a good boyfriend did. “Ok, show me what you’ve gotten yourself so worked up about when you should be in bed with me.” Ok, so there was a little bit of a whine in his voice. It was bloody late, and he wasn’t perfect.
“Well look, the college is giving me $3,000 a year, for the need scholarship. Two thousand for the academic. That nearly covers all of my tuition, but…not quite, and then there’s books and living expenses…”
That sharpened Spike’s thoughts. “But you’re going to be living here, right? What living expenses, never asked you for rent.”
“I’d like to still live here if you don’t mind…”
Spike sighed, like he was very put upon. “24-hour access to fabulous shagging, waking up next to your ugly mug every morning, having you cook for me…it’s my cross to bear, luv, but somehow I’ll muddle through.”
Angel rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I still pay for food and stuff.”
“Could you cover the difference with money from the shop?”
“I’m not as smart as you, Spike. College is going to be really hard for me, so I’m going to have to really cut back on my hours. There just isn’t going to be that much money I can earn, at least for the first year. Willow seems to think I’ll get a better handle on things after that.”
Spike ignored the crack about ‘not as smart as him,’ because you had to pick your battles and that was one he lost routinely. Bloody hard-headed. “Any chance you can dig up more scholarship money?”
“No. Willow and I applied for everything we could think of. There’s no more free money out there for me.”
“What about loans then? Low interest.” Spike’s eye twitched with the realization that he’d learned something from his father after all.
“Yeah I thought about that. I could if I needed to, I guess but…the thought really makes me uncomfortable. I mean…I’m going to get the shop from my uncle someday anyway, so this is really just so that I can run it well, and I’m not sure that’s worth getting myself into debt over.”
Spike studied Angel. He was lying, about how much he wanted this. Spike had seen the endless preparation with Willow all summer, the restless nights since his applications were mailed off. The way Angel had glowed like a new mother when the acceptance letter arrived. Ever the practical poof. Ever the responsible one. He would probably give up the dream rather than incur ‘unnecessary’ debt.
Bugger. Angel was going to hate this (actually, they both were), but it had to be said.
“I say it’s worth it, because it’s important to you. And that’s why you’re going to ask my dad for the rest of the money.” Angel’s whole face darkened from worried to pissed off. Gotta say, the ponce could glare with the best of them. Spike looked back levelly, unfazed. But this had better not interrupt their sex life, again.
He could almost time the explosion by the vein in Angel’s forehead. “Fuck off, I’m not your mistress. I’m not taking daddy’s money.”
Spike couldn’t stop his mouth from quirking up at that image, even though he knew it would only make things worse. “Damn right, you’re not my mistress. Not nearly pretty enough…”
If looks could kill. Right. Tone down the mouth, then.
“Look, my father may not be the evil prig I made him out to be, but when it comes to money, the man does nothing out of the goodness of his heart. Not even for the boy that’s shagging his son. I’m sure there would be provisions…a cut of your business for a while when you get done, or paying it back with interest, but it would be the devil you know and he would be more flexible with extenuating circumstances than a bank, were you to miss a payment or whatever. And maybe it wouldn’t even be a loan, because he gives scholarships away every year to promising young business students. Makes him look like an upstanding member of the community giving back, though I think it’s really a way to keep future generations of entrepreneurs under his thumb. Anyway, he thinks you’re promising, that much I gathered from that sickening little bonding session of yours.”
Angel looked so lost in thought that he didn’t catch that last dig, which was for the best. No need to fight about it again. But he didn’t look mad any more, just…considering.
“Look, mate, just think on it. But not right now, because I’m soddin’ exhausted and if you don’t get sleep, you’re going to cut your arm off in some machinery at work tomorrow and wouldn’t that be a bloody shame. Now quit your whingin’, and come back to bed.”
To his surprise, Angel laughed. “God, you’re cranky when you’re missing out on sleep.” He looked at him fondly for a moment, smile still playing over his face. “I think you really are the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”
Spike grinned and held out his hand to pull Angel from his seat. “Well then aren’t you lucky you’re that special one I want to annoy for the rest of my life?”
Angel cuffed him playfully in the head. As they trudged down the hall back to bed, if either of them noticed the implication of a long future together…well, neither of them were going to jinx it.
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This next one takes place about five years after the last chapter of Backup (the epilogue was 9 years after). I ended up feeling as though this didn't hit quite all of the points I wanted in an epilogue, so I scrapped it and wrote the scene that ended up as the epilogue. but I like this too.
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Angel stood in the doorway to their bedroom, watching as Spike dumped the entire contents of his duffle onto the bed without ceremony, riffling through the tangle of wrinkled clothing for something to wear to the local show. He cringed as Spike gave a shirt the sniff-test, and apparently found it passable.
It was his personal opinion that after 2 weeks on the road—with no detours for a Laundromat—the whole bag should probably be burned, but they could have that discussion later.
“What time are you doing your first set at the Bronze tonight?”
Spike threw him an appraising look over his shoulder. “Oh, you’re coming? Not too fancy for us, with your shiny college degree?”
Angel snorted and wrapped his arms around Spike’s waist. “I believe your exact words were, ‘if you miss our first home-town show in a year, I’ll rip your bloody balls off.’”
Spike smiled slyly. “I said no such thing. You’re not only a perjurer, you’re a daft one at that.”
Angel rolled his eyes. “I call bullshit.”
“I’m telling you, this idea of yours is completely delusio—aahhhh.” Spike moaned as Angel began to fondle him.
“You cannot distract me,” Spike gasped out. “I’m a man of iron will.”
Angel just smiled smugly into Spike’s neck as he pumped the increasingly rigid cock in his hand. “Is that what you call this?”
“Bloody smartass. Now you’ve got me in the mood for a quick tumble before I head out. Care to oblige?”
“I might be persuaded.”
He was persuaded. Rather cleverly, rather quickly, and more than once.
After they were slumped together on the bed (Angel refused to shag him on the floor when there was perfectly good furniture nearby…the fussy wanker), they took a moment to bask in the afterglow. Spike was most definitely going to be late. Fuck it.
Spike sighed. “Happy anniversary, you git.”
Angel grinned, big and sappy, and Spike’s heart glowed. Not that he’d admit a fruity thing like that. “Love you too.”
