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more ficlets: smells like depression!

So, um, been hiding in the house today not making CDs. I'm not a machine after all. This got started over at karabair's journal and ended up a double drabble. That's my new term, 'cause it's about 200 words or so. Ficlet is gay. Hee! Folks, it's this or everyone takes a dirt nap, if you catch my meaning. Thanks for the love!

Title: Singular
Rating: PG-13, but barely
Pairing: Wes/Fred
Warning: Angst. We're talking Fred and Wes, people.
A/N: Tried to keep this cannon, which makes me sad. I don't think they really did it, because they had, like, five minutes of joy, and my Wes can go all night.

Her shy smile meant something different now. The sight of her thick lashes on her cheek made it feel as if his heart was being squeezed. She breathlessly called out his name as his mouth found the pulse behind her ear. And she giggled when he gently rubbed his stubble against the delicate skin of her neck.

She opened her eyes and looked at him while her hands found their way under the rough fabric of his shirt. As her hands manuevered to his waist band, he pulled her closer, whispering love words to her, meaningless noise really, but she understood completely.

He kissed her softly, delicately, as if she would break. He wanted to cherish her, to worship her. He didn't bury his hands in her hair as he longed to. He softly brushed it from her face, leaned his face into it as she slid his jeans over his hips, and whispered, "I love you," into it.

While his hands moved like small birds over her body, her hands moved with purpose. She cupped his backside and guided him on top of her small body and she smiled at his quiet, serious face. As he began to move within her, he kept their foreheads together, oblivious to the tears that ran down his face to mix with hers.

She climaxed before he did with a cry that turned into the giggle he loved. She put both hands to his face, stroking the stubble with her thumbs and whipsered, "I love you. I have for awhile, you know." He clutched her to his body and felt his own release. He quietly said into her hair, her ear, her neck, "oh, I love you. I love you."

He rolled to his side and pulled her to him, holding her there as if she would vanish. That giggle again. "Wesley, Wesley, are you alright?"

Wesley opened his eyes and saw Fred's landlord looking down at him with worry, the front door pulled off its hinges.

"I - I heard a noise and she's usually such a quiet girl. Then I decided to check and I found you passed out here. Are you okay?"

Wesley slowly stood, reached up to find the lump that had already formed on the back of his head from being thrown. Illyria had left, and Wesley decided quickly that someone will pay. She was so brave in the end... After a quick check to make sure he had his office keys, Wesley ignored the questions from the old man, and headed for the laboratory at Wolfram & Hart.



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Nov. 15th, 2004 04:25 pm (UTC)
Just lovely and made me sad. Much as I think Illyria kicks ass, I loved Fred. *Hugs you for making me feel like this.* No more writing for me tonight, I'm off to bed.

Before I go, however,
::puts on Fred's glasses, attempts to look intelligent, fails miserably::
fic lengths -
100 words is a drabble.
500 words and under is a flash fiction.
500 to 1000 words is a short short.
1000 to 15000 words is a short story.
17500 words is a novella.
40000 words is a novel. And quite a frightening idea.

So you have a flash fiction here, darling.
Nov. 15th, 2004 04:40 pm (UTC)
but double drabble makes me think of the Globetrotter's theme music...

I like Illyria too, but Fred made me cry when she died. Wes, too.

I made you sad! Whoo hoo! I mean, have a cookie, sweetheart.
Nov. 17th, 2004 04:31 pm (UTC)
Double drabble is a thing. Really. (check paragraph 5.)


Oh and I quite liked your fic.
Nov. 17th, 2004 04:38 pm (UTC)
Hooray!! I wasn't just pulling words out of my butt! Okay, I was, but i got lucky this time.

Thank you for saying you liked it! I just glanced up and saw the "oh, I love you" bit and got all teary again. Damn you Joss, you beautiful bastard!
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Nov. 15th, 2004 04:33 pm (UTC)
Poor landlord. I wonder if anyone bothered to tell him anything that was going on...then again, they didn't bother to tell her PARENTS, so the odds aren't good.
Sorry. I'm still a little bitter about that part of "The Girl In Question." Her last damn request to you was "tell my parents I wasn't scared," Wes. C'mon, you couldn't fulfill a girl's last request?
::snuggles Wes even as she scolds him::
Nov. 15th, 2004 04:43 pm (UTC)
But Wes is a pretty self-centered guy. It's all about HIS grief. Notice that I have him barely touching HER yet SHE is determined with her touching, she orgasms quickly... It's his idealized moment that he never had with her.

I love my Wes because of that, however...
Nov. 15th, 2004 08:06 pm (UTC)
Ohhhh, good insight into Wes! I have to nod my head a lot at that. And lovely flash drabble ficy thing or whatever you call it based on number of words!

We'll call it a novel, just to be rebels.
Nov. 15th, 2004 08:51 pm (UTC)
Look at you with the posting in other journals!!

My double drabble ficy fracky novel bama jama is grateful for your readership...

(Shameless self pimp: did you see the Connor/Steven ficcy flash gordon thing prior to this? Huh? Didja? Minimum hatred of Connor is my solemn vow to you.)
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Nov. 16th, 2004 11:04 am (UTC)
Wes. C'mon, you couldn't fulfill a girl's last request?
::snuggles Wes even as she scolds him::

oh, I know, but I understand why he did it. I've always been a fan of the Saving Lie in fiction. also, I think at this point he really really wants his MindWipe back. he's just paying it forward.
Nov. 15th, 2004 04:37 pm (UTC)
Whoa. Feel like I just got the wind knocked out of me.
That was lovely and heartbreaking.

You are a machine! Churning out some amazing fics instead of CDs today.
Nov. 15th, 2004 04:41 pm (UTC)
Gosh. Thanks for that. Feeling less trapped today...

*pets lovely fb and puts the cookie tin away*
Nov. 15th, 2004 04:47 pm (UTC)
You made me all teary and I don't even believe in Wes/Fred!
You are fictastic today, breaking my heart so good.
Nov. 15th, 2004 04:48 pm (UTC)
<-- because of your awesomeness. Guh.
felt a little trapped today... I think it bled out. Did I tell you that you rock tpday? 'Cause you seriously do.
Nov. 15th, 2004 05:08 pm (UTC)
If I rock, then you roll.
Autism runs in our LJ family, baby. We are legion.

Fic is better than knocking the walls down with a sledgehammer. Especially good fic.

Um, I may not rock when you see what I'm writing.
Nov. 15th, 2004 05:38 pm (UTC)
Re: If I rock, then you roll.
You have yet to steer me wrong, baby. When ya posting when ya posting when ya posting?
Re: If I rock, then you roll. - cityphonelines - Nov. 15th, 2004 05:47 pm (UTC) - Expand
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Nov. 16th, 2004 01:56 pm (UTC)
Me too! :-)
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Nov. 16th, 2004 01:57 pm (UTC)
Okay. Climb up in here, let me birth you all proper-like and I'll make you mine.

Stupid icons. I want Sue lovin'!!!

(I love you, you know that, right? *EG*)
Nov. 16th, 2004 11:00 am (UTC)
you are so evil you are almost Joss!!!!

I'm getting ready to burst into tears in the computer lab.
Nov. 16th, 2004 01:57 pm (UTC)
Re: aaah!!!
You know I really wanted you to like this, right?

Bawl baby. Dry it up.

*plays with your hair*
Nov. 16th, 2004 04:20 pm (UTC)
*sob* Poor Wes! Poor Fred! Tears. In. My. Eyes.

I loved how you had Fred say "I love you" first. Shows what Wes really wanted...
Nov. 16th, 2004 05:49 pm (UTC)
See? I can always count on my core girls. I love that you picked up on his idealization of their first time, when there would be none. *sob!*

I love that you cried! Is that wrong?
*hugs you hard and does swimmy-dancey things in your honor*
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Nov. 17th, 2004 03:59 pm (UTC)
Aw, thanks Mari! I just write it like I feel it, so I'm very proud that comes across.

*pinches your tushie*
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Nov. 17th, 2004 03:58 pm (UTC)
Fred's death was the first time I bawled over anything in Angel. Wes' death was the second.

Thanks for the feedback. "Gentle" and "quiet" made me smile and feel good about this.
Dec. 15th, 2004 11:46 am (UTC)
Oh! ::bursts into tears::

I wish they could have had this. I hope they could have.

Damn Joss.

I miss both of them. Poor kids.
Jun. 15th, 2005 04:10 am (UTC)
Oh god... I just wandered over to SoG awards and saw this and was Fred/Wes... coool. I read... I'm still crying. This was... amazing. And, like Beadtific, I wish they had of had that as well... They SHOULD have had it.

Although, I can understand why Wes didn't tell her parents. Up until the end he had been hoping they could get Fred back - even if you didn't see it. This was amazing! Also... love your giraffe icon. It was a great giggle after reading such a lovely fic.
Jun. 15th, 2005 07:41 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed this. It hurt to write it, that's for sure. Fred! *sobs*
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Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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