Just a Game


Written for 100moods
Fandom: BTVS/ATS
Characters: Spike, Angel
Prompt: 028 Disappointed
Word Count: 481
Rating: Pg- 13 (for swearing)
Warnings/Spoilers: Spangel fic.
Summary: Spike is watching England V Portugal in the 06 World Cup, Angel interrupts. Dialogue fic.
Beta reader: waggle_wag

My Table

“Get out the way!”


“I’m watching the match you git, now move.”

“I don’t see what’s so interesting.”

“Interesting? It’s the bleeding World Cup, England V Portugal and we’re down to penalties.”


“So the whole fucking game depends on us scoring, so move your fat arse so I can watch.”

“Hockey is better.”

“Hockey is not…fuck.”


“Portugal scored.”

“That’s bad?”

“Yes that’s bloody bad.”

“Ok Spike calm down, it’s just a game.”


“Or not, no need to snarl at me.”


“They missed.”

“You don’t say.”

“That was your team, right?”


“Your jaw is doing that ticking thing.”


“I said there was no need to snarl. That glare is cute though.”


“Jesus Spike, you could have burst my ear drums.”

“Portugal missed!”

“You have a nice smile.”


“It’s beautiful, love it when you smile, makes me want to…”

“Shush, England’s turn.”



“Okay okay.”

“Yes. Go on my son. Woo!”

“Fuck, I didn’t think you could get any louder.”

“We scored!”

“Why can you stand and I can’t?”

“Because I’m celebrating a goal and you were standing there like some kind of fat assed gnome.”

“I don’t have a fat ass. And I look nothing like a gnome.”

“Nah, you’re right. Way too sexy to be a gnome, but your arse is still fat.”

“It is not.”

“Is too. “


“Shut up!”

“They missed again.”

“Yep, bloody brilliant. If we get the next one we have a chance at winning.”

“And that would make you happy?”


“Then I hope they win.”

“That’s sweet luv, give me a kiss.”

“That wasn’t a kiss, that was a peck.”

“No time, England is up.”

“Oh dear.”

“Oh dear, that’s all you can say? England miss and the best you can do is oh dear?”

“Umm, oh fuck?”

“Much better pet, we’ll make you a football hooligan yet.”

“So Portugal is next?”


“I hope they miss.”

“Me too. Fuck they got it. If we don’t get the next one we’re out.”

“Don’t pout baby.”

“I’m fine. Just gotta get the next one.”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

“Yeah well… look we’re up. What are you laughing at?”

“You literally on the edge of your seat.”

“That’s not…shit you made me miss it.”

“Not much to see, he missed too.”

“Fuck we’re out.”

“Don’t be sad, there’s always…when’s the next one again?”

“Four years time.”



“Don’t cry Will.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you sniffing?”

“Leave me alone.”

“Want a hug?”



“Yeah. Thanks luv.”

“I know what will make you feel better.”


“Condolence sex.”

“Can we use the body chocolate?”

“Whatever you want baby.”

“I want chocolate and a blow job and a car.”

“Whatever you wa... a car?”

“Just thought I’d slip that in?”

“I’d rather you slip something else in.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”




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