I'm not nearly brave enough to try
stubbleglitter's variation (man, I don't think I could take writing that much Clark/Chloe), but, yes. I have very little homework and much time for sitting around geekily this weekend, so: request a fandom, a pairing or set of characters, and something to write about (tone, words, plot, whatever), and I'll try to write a ficlet or snippet to match.
You can ask for any fandom I've written in, but Nsync or Pirates of the Caribbean are almost certain to suck, so I don't recommend them. And if you do ask for something I hate, you know, I'll try to do it justice anyway.
ETA: Although if you want to request Joan of Arcadia or an obscure fandom you know I'm familiar with, I'll give those a whirl, too.
You can ask for any fandom I've written in, but Nsync or Pirates of the Caribbean are almost certain to suck, so I don't recommend them. And if you do ask for something I hate, you know, I'll try to do it justice anyway.
ETA: Although if you want to request Joan of Arcadia or an obscure fandom you know I'm familiar with, I'll give those a whirl, too.
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9/1/04 17:57 (UTC)(no subject)
10/1/04 19:17 (UTC)Casey sighed. "Do the dates ever go well, Danny?"
Dan frowned and tapped his pencil against his thigh. He was sitting in the office, leaning back in his chair with his feets propped up on the desk. Casey was lying on the couch across the room. Most of the rest of the crew had left already; the newsroom was dark, though a few still passed through now and then.
"Hmm," Dan said.
"Hmm," Casey repeated, mocking his tone.
"I'm just surprised, Casey. I thought your personal life was really moving forward."
"My personal life can't move forward. My personal life is dead. Lifeless. Exanimate."
"I know what dead means, Casey."
"You know," Casey said thoughtfully, "to some people, the phrase 'personal life' would imply personal. As in, say, none of your business." He closed his eyes.
There was a pause.
"Well, you have to remember that those people aren't us."
"How could I forget?" said Casey.
The chair made a small creaking sound, and a few seconds later Casey felt Dan push his feet aside to sit down at the end of the couch.
"I don't think she would have been good for you anyway," Dan said judiciously. Casey opened one eye to squint at him.
"You know, I can't even remember when my life became your custody."
Dan waved this away. "You can't be trusted to handle these things yourself. We've both seen that."
Casey snorted and said, "Because you do so much better."
"It's a complementary system," Dan said, and Casey shook his head, amusd.
Dan was quiet for a moment, frowning at the walls. Casey poked him with his foot, and Dan glanced back at him. His mouth twisted into a half-smile.
"You know, when we first met, before I knew about Lisa, I thought we were just going to end up sleeping together." He let out a puff of air and clasped his hands together behind his neck. "Somewhere down the line we seem to have gotten married instead."
Casey stared at him, but Dan just looked thoughtful and tired.
"It's working out better than my last one," Casey tried, and Dan laughed
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11/1/04 18:31 (UTC)(no subject)
11/1/04 19:45 (UTC)