better living through chemistry

[custardpringle]

From wishfulaces:

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.)

1. perculious
2. trialia3

Comments

[perculious]

I went to your interests to see what fandoms you're in, and now I have to ask for Ryan/Sharpay please. :D?

[custardpringle]

IL all Evanses but I would rather not write incest :/ Is gen okay? Or you could request something else?

[perculious]

Oh, y, of course I will request something else. I love all Chad/Ryans but I feel like that would be squandering this opportunity, since there is so much awesome Chad/Ryan in the world already. Sharpay/Kelsi?

first requested and last filled! sorry /o\

[custardpringle]

It's perfectly natural, Kelsi thinks, to fantasize about getting back at someone who won't stop bossing you around; she likes to think she'll snap some day, corner Sharpay instead, tell her what's what. Except sometimes, when she sits idly in algebra class thinking about it, there isn't so much telling involved, exactly. There's something weirdly satisfying in the thought of Sharpay, taller and louder and always in control, firmly trapped between Kelsi and the wall or the piano. Definitely more satisfying than quadratic equations, anyway.

And then one day, a couple weeks into the year, something snaps: Sharpay is one note too shrill, Kelsi slept one hour too few last night, whatever, but for some reason it seems like a totally reasonable idea to shut Sharpay up by shoving her up against the side of the piano and kissing her. And for some reason Sharpay doesn't-- punch her or scream or try to get away at all, in fact; she lets out just a bit of a shriek, and then a whimper, and after that she might actually be clutching at the front

[trialia]

Me please... Sanctuary fic maybe? :)

I did not plan to make this a Top Gear crossover, it just sort of happened, I swear

[custardpringle]

“Oh, for God’s sake.” Tesla switched the television off with a vicious jab to the remote control. “Of all the things, Helen.”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Magnus patted his arm soothingly. “It was a good idea. I’m not sure I would even have had the heart to put a stop to it.” Only half of this was true.

“My car,” said Tesla with petulant dignity, ignoring her entirely, “is the best electric car on the market by at least an order of magnitude. And that-that jowly, vulgar Philistine of a test driver has the nerve to say-“

“To be fair, Nikola.” Magnus folded her hands in her lap and settled a little more comfortably into her end of the couch. “You had installed mass-controlled brainwave inducers in the ignition systems of all the commercial units.”

“I should have put one in the car I lent him,” Tesla sulked. He was radiating sulk; Helen could feel it from three feet away. “What does he know about batteries, anyway?”

Magnus settled deeper still into the cushions. She had a feeling they were going to be here a while.

Re: I did not plan to make this a Top Gear crossover, it just sort of happened, I swear

[trialia]

I keep meaning to comment on this and forgetting! I love that you crossed these two fandoms. Manic :D

Re: I did not plan to make this a Top Gear crossover, it just sort of happened, I swear

[custardpringle]

I had just discovered a dealer for Tesla brand electric cars, so I was going to write you something about them and then BBCA reran the Top Gear episode! IT WAS TOO PERFECT TO RESIST. So I'm glad you like :D

[custardpringle]

Doctor Who companion or Firefly Companion?

with apologies; I haven’t watched much X-Files in ages

[custardpringle]

“Iiiii don’t know.” Mulder grimaced, clearly torn. “I kind of like the job I’ve already got.”

“You do?” The Doctor spluttered in disbelief. “But-but-I thought you’d love it! Aliens everywhere! Isn’t that what you’ve been looking for, your whole life?”

Mulder scuffed his toe in the dirt, a bit like the planet’s tallest eight-year-old. “Well, yeah, it is.”

The Doctor stuffed his hands in his coat pockets and grimaced. “So what’s wrong?”

“I’ve seen aliens before. And plenty of ‘em.” Mulder shrugged. “What I want is for everyone else to see. I want the whole world to know what I know-this world. My world.”

The Doctor nodded, resigned. “They will, y’know, in the next ten years. Big spaceship over London on Christmas Day-it’s all going to be very exciting.”

“Then I’m gonna be awful busy for the next ten years yet.” Mulder grinned at him. “And anyway, Scully would get bored without me around.”

[manasseh]

Fringe plz! :3 Preferably something cute, but I'll take anything with Walter. :D

I can't believe I'm asking for fic that isn't porn and has an old dude in it, what has happened to meeeeeeeee.

[custardpringle]

clearly you are broken inside :|

[manasseh]

Obviously. :(

disclaimer: manassah changed her request, I am not all gone yet

[custardpringle]

“How do you manage this? Honestly.” One second Morgan isn’t there, the next she is; she does that a lot. It’s part of her charm, Shaw figures, though he might be a bit biased in that regard. “Are you good for anything except making my life difficult?”

Shaw sits up on his prison cot-it doesn’t even merit that name, it’s just a plank that happens to be man-sized and a couple of feet off the ground-and throws her a wink. “Well, I must be good for at least one other thing, else you wouldn’t be here to break me out.”

Morgan leans against the bars and laughs. It does shameful things to him when she laughs-or it would, if Shaw had any shame. “Who said I was here to break you out?”

“Morgan.” Her name isn’t supposed to come out sounding plaintive, but it might have, a little. “They’re going to hang me at dawn!”

“And I’m sure we’ll have a rescue plan by then! Well. Probably.” Morgan blows him a kiss. “See you in the morning, Shaw.”

[wishfulaces]

Tristan Farnon! Whatever takes your fancy.

I hope you meant that cause I think I just wrote you what I wanted for Yuletide D:

[custardpringle]

"What? What, no, of course I'm not upset. All right-- disappointed, yes." James hung his suit jacket up resignedly on the peg and went looking for his galoshes. "But it makes perfect sense. I'll go see about this calving, you two can use the reservation, and I'll owe Helen dinner another time."

"James," Helen said patiently, in that excessively-sweet way she had when she knew perfectly well he was upset whether he admitted it or not. "I honestly don't mind going out with Tristan for once. We don't get to do it all that often."

Tristan slipped an arm around Helen's waist; James was still unused enough to the sight that he never knew whether it should make him jealous or aroused, and he suspected they both knew that. "Don't worry." He looked incredibly pleased with himself, which was generally a sign that James should worry. "I'll make sure to show Helen every courtesy that you would have."

James finished shrugging on his overcoat and narrowed his eyes at them both. "Every courtesy

Re: I hope you meant that cause I think I just wrote you what I wanted for Yuletide D:

[wishfulaces]

Eeee! I can safely say I have never read threesome fic with these three before. And Helen? You are awesome. For the record. Wicked glint indeed. :-D

Re: I hope you meant that cause I think I just wrote you what I wanted for Yuletide D:

[custardpringle]

I've seen James/Tristan, but James/Helen is so cute and Helen and Tristan are such adorable BFFs that I felt it had to be done. Glad you approve \o/