beer_good_foamy

OK, so here's this year's holiday fic! A bit longer than last year's, and also less rhyming, but it has hockey references and zombie Christmas trees.

Happy whatever, everyone!

Title: Tree Bad, Fire Pretty
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, circa mid-season 2
Characters/Pairing: Buffy, Giles, OC
Rating: PG
Word count: 1475
Summary: Buffy helps Giles decorate the tree. Also, Buffy has to fight evil zombie Christmas trees. (Also, selling anything in Sunnydale, especially in connection with big events, is really asking for trouble, but somebody's got to supply the holiday paraphernalia...)

( I have several books and a prepared lecture on the pagan and bourgeois roots of Christmas trees if Snyder should happen to venture into the library. )

For open_on_sunday's prompt "Sale."

Stylish, Yet Affordable

"Yup, that's definitely you," the saleswoman beams.

Buffy sighs and checks the price tag on the jacket for the fifth time. "I guess I'm too much for me to handle." She looks away from the mirror as she takes the jacket off; it snags on her Doublemeat Palace name tag.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, this one's on sale. 50% off."

"Really? I -"

"Really."

"Look, I'll be honest with you. I can't really afford a new jacket at all, I just wanted to -"

The saleswoman looks her in the eye. "My son graduated from Sunnydale High. Just take the jacket."

First of all, here's a Doctor Who vid people should see: The real 4.01. Wish I could claim credit...

( There are Daleks hiding behind the cut )

Then, awards. Yay!

( Yes, another cut )

Thanks, everyone!

Finally, here's a drabble for open_on_sunday's prompt "Destruction".

Moving Day

Frank crouched behind the Johnsons' toolshed and looked around. He'd walked home this way thousands of times, but now the friendly streets of Sunnydale were deserted and God knows what monsters ruled the town.

"I could have gone to LA with the others, but noooo, I had to come back..."

He sprinted across his lawn up to his front door. In the bedroom he picked up the picture of Grace, kissed it and put it in his pocket, and took a last look at his home.

Then a yellow bus sped past outside. The ground started shaking.

Frank ran.

Behold, I bring a separate post of drabbles!

For open_on_sunday's "Con" prompt:

( Faith and Kennedy )
And two simply because they were silly plot bunnies that wouldn't let go:

( Willow and Tara )

( Behind the scenes in Sunnydale )

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Onto the more serious stuff, here's a Faith backstory ficlet written for general_buffy's "I Ate A Decorator Once" challenge, and also for the lovely nikitangel who wanted fill-in-the-gap Faith fic for her birthday (so happy one of those!):

Title: The Kid
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Timeline: Pre-series
Rating: PG13
Length: 911
Summary: Some things are just never meant to be. Heck, some things are practically over before they begin. But they still leave traces.
Character: Faith, OC
Disclaimer: Joss rows the boat ashore, hallelujah! Joss owns the characters, hallelu-u-u-jah!

( It might have been )

"Light" turned out to be the most productive open_on_sunday prompt in some time for me - behold, THREE drabbles! One that I really like and two perhaps somewhat lesser, though still nice...

Morning Shift

Nurse Adams looked up in alarm as five people burst into the E.R. at dawn; a man carrying a beat-up woman, and a redhead and a blonde with a broken hand supporting a girl in a weird dress, bleeding from a cut to her stomach. All seemed to be in total shock. ”Oh dear. What happened?”

They all looked at the redhead, who mumbled something about a robbery.

”Don't tell me; you fought back?” The nurse shook her head in sympathy. ”Never a good idea. You're lucky you got off this light.”

That's when the redhead started crying again.


( What Is the Light? (Cordelia, Angel s3) )


( First light (Willow, Buffy s7) )

Three Four more drabbles for open_on_sunday. I'm becoming seriously addicted to these things. Subject: puppets and muppets.

( Oh, And There's No Easter Bunny Either )


( Puppy )


( No Strings Attached )


( Why Willow Has Frog Fear (R) )