Assorted ficlets
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anxietygrrlGive me a character/pairing/series I'm familiar with, and a single word, and I will write a line of fic. (The definition of "a line" here seems to have some give to it. Right now it appears to be "a line with that word and a paragraph to go around it.") Feel free to choose from, uh... anything I may have mentioned at some point. Doesn't have to be something I've previously written. We'll throw it against the wall, etc.
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*squeaks*
Date: 2005-08-17 01:25 pm (UTC)Bruce/Amy. Beer.
Spike/Cordy. WALL DRUG OMG.
And for I miss it, Babs/Dick. Beach.
*loves*
Re: *squeaks*
Date: 2005-08-17 03:36 pm (UTC)"Oh, come on. Everybody stops at Wall Drug. Didn't you read the sign?"
"I can't believe I came hundreds of miles out of my way, and for what? Free ice water?"
"And five cent coffee." Spike stopped by a shelf full of taxidermied, well, the only word was 'critters'. He checked a price tag. "We got a good deal on Trevor. This one here's three times as much."
"Oh, thank god, I'm so relieved," she deadpanned. "Would you like me to go back to the car and get Trevor so he can visit with his relatives?"
"Nah. But I'll tale a picture of you and Trevor with that giant fiberglass jackalope out back. Come on, you know you want to."
A screaming, sticky toddler bumped into Cordelia's legs, and was immediately yanked away by a woman in culottes. She shivered.
"I hate you, Spike."
Re: *squeaks*
Date: 2005-08-17 04:17 pm (UTC)YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Now I will stop bugging you about Wall Drug and Spike and Cordy's Magical Mystery tour.
*LOVES*
FREE ICE WATER!
Date: 2005-08-17 04:44 pm (UTC)Re: *squeaks*
Date: 2005-08-17 09:16 pm (UTC)Re: *squeaks*
Date: 2005-08-18 12:42 am (UTC)That was such a golden opportunity too.
omg this is SO SAPPY you should probably just kill me now.
Date: 2005-08-17 07:00 pm (UTC)"There you are," said her mother. "I was beginning to think you went all the way to Milwaukee."
"I couldn't find the bottle opener." She set the six pack down in the center of the table.
"They're twistoffs," said Peter.
Amy rolled her eyes. "I like the bottle opener, jeeze." She grabbed one for herself and passed another beer to Bruce, who chuckled lightly as he used the churchkey to prey off the cap. "Oh, you're just humoring me. You find this amusing, don't you?"
"Hey, I didn't say a thing." He grinned warmly.
Amy poked him in the ribs. "I was going to apologize for leaving you alone out here with this Inquisition for so long, but now I'm not sure." She leaned back against him, and smiled as he closed his arms around her.
"All right, enough of that," Vincent declared. "We've all got a beverage?" They all raised their bottles obediently. "Then I'll go first."
"Big surprise," muttered Amy, and Peter sniggered. Maxine threw them both a look, but Vincent loftily ignored it all.
"To Amy," he began, "who got absolutely creamed at the polls, but not nearly so badly as the pundits predicted."
"You are so dead, F. Scott."
"Yeah, yeah. You fought the good fight. You didn't compromise your principles--"
"Which is why I lost."
"And I think I speak for everyone when I say, we couldn't be more proud. You'll get 'em next time, kid."
"To Amy!" they chorused, and the longnecks made a cheerful clinking sound in the quiet garden.
Bruce squeezed her, and she looked up at him, grateful and content.
"And," said Maxine, prompting them to raise their drinks again, "to Bruce." Amy beamed.
"Bruuuce!" her brothers bellowed like they were at a Springsteen concert. He shook his head and laughed.
"I hope you're adequately prepared for what you've gotten yourself into," Maxine continued. "And welcome to the family."
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Please forgive the adverbs. And, y'know, the XTREME SUGAR QUOTIENT.
Re: omg this is SO SAPPY you should probably just kill me now.
Date: 2005-08-17 07:01 pm (UTC)Re: omg this is SO SAPPY you should probably just kill me now.
Date: 2005-08-17 08:46 pm (UTC)OMG YAY! Amy lost! (I still recall our discussion of why she'd make a shitty senator while trying to find a road in the middle of the Chicago suburbs. Bwa. sorry 'bout that. Again.)
::flails and is generally giddy beyond belief::
Man, I wish people would write good Bruce/Amy fic. Damn. I will eventually buy Juding Amy dvd's. IF THEY EVER COME OUT.
Re: omg this is SO SAPPY you should probably just kill me now.
Date: 2005-08-17 09:12 pm (UTC)Omg, I know! This one (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2396811/1/) isn't bad, actually, but it's the only one I've found.