Jumping on the bandwagon.

[theoreticalpixy]

Because I love procrastination and tonight is my last real chance to do so until thursday:

Give me a character (or multiple characters, or a pairing, or a theory, or a ridiculous AU, or anything you like, really) from a fandom (er, preferably one that I'm familiar with. If you don't know whether I know a fandom or not, feel free to ask. Crossovers are absolutely fine), and a theme to go with it (by 'a theme' I mean anything that will give me some idea of where I'm going - be as vague or as specific as you want to be), and I'll write you a one-sentence fic. You may make as many requests as you like; I may answer as many as I feel capable of.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_samalander/]

Galloway/Osborne: "I'M A COWBOY"

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

I have no idea know where this came from and it's all your fault:

"No. No no no no. No, I am not calling you that."

"Aww but Daaaave. If you get to be a cowboy than you can at least do this for me."

Dave sighed heavily. Sometimes he really wondered how he got himself into these things. "Fine. but just this once."

"Oh. You dirty dirty pirate you. Please don't pillage me. Please." Dave deadpanned. Matt grinned at the lackluster attempt anyway. "I'm a cowboy not a damsel." Dave muttered bitterly as they started to kiss.

[betrayme.livejournal.com]

Please turn Chekov and Kirk into (cute & cuddly) kittens.

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

I will write you something new later but for the moment I'm tossing you this from the rp. Bones has just discovered KittenKirk and they fell asleep in the car last night post partying:

START AUDIO RECORD

UNKNOWN: God damn animals [VOICE IDENTIFIED: MCCOY, LEONARD]
UNKNOWN: Meoooow! [Animalistic: Translation impossible]
MCCOY, L: Oh be quiet Jim [Sound abrasion, subcategory clothing]
UNKNOWN: MREOOW!
MCCOY, L: It's your own damn fault you're like that.
[Sound: screech, subcatergory animal]
MCCOY, L: Shit! Stop it I'm trying to get dressed so I can get you better got it? Stop pawin' at me. Christ, can't keep your hands to yourself no matter what you are. [Sound Grumbling]
UNKNOWN: Meooooow!
MCCOY, L: Hush. Here [Sound: rummaging] drink some water.
[Sound: Slurping]
MCCOY, L: There ya go. Nice boy, good kitty Jim.
[Sound: Slurping]
UNKNOWN: Meow.
MCCOY, L: There, c'mon now you stay back here and I'm gonna drive you to the hospital alright?
[Sound: whine, subcatergory animal]
[Sound: Scratching]
MCCOY, L: God I hope they fix you quick. [Sound: Engine Starting]
[Sound: yowl, subcatergory animal]
MCCOY, L: Damnit Jim just relax, it's fine her-oh fuck your padd's be-

END AUDIO RECORD

[betrayme.livejournal.com]

I like how you knew exactly what I wanted but can't search out.

I will accept kitten!chekov at a later point though.

[bubbles-san.livejournal.com]

START AUDIO RECORD

UNKNOWN: Uh, sir? [VOICE IDENTIFIED: SULU, HIKARU]
UNKNOWN: On the bed. I'm going to go [VOICE IDENTIFIED: PIKE, CHRISTOPHER] comm a doctor. And, find a... basket.
SULU, H: Sir, I'm so-
PIKE, C: I don't want to know, Sulu. I don't want to know why you've tried to drug my step son, don't want to know why there's a weird metal thing on his bed, don't want to know.
[Sound: door slamming]
UNKNOWN: Mew? [Animalistic: Translation impossible]
SULU, H: Hey, hey, shhh, Pavel.
UNKNOWN: Meow.
SULU, H: Shh. It's alright.
[Sound: purring]
SULU, H: Pasha, do you recognize me? Bab - uh, Pasha? Look. N- I guess that's a no then.
UNKNOWN: Meooooooooooooooow.
SULU, H: Jesus Christ. You can't half meow for a tiny little thing. I'm glad you're so affectionate though. Ok, no. Ow. Ow, Pash- Ow. No, stop doing that thing with your claws. No, hey, hey! I'm not your mother stop - doing that thing. Ow!
UNKNOWN: Meooooooooow.
SULU, H: Oh god it's hungry. You are so lucky you're adorable.
UNKNOWN: Mew.

END AUDIO RECORD

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

But I didn't write that bit so it doesn't really count. Also: sister! So she gets a new response anyway.

[bubbles-san.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know. I just thought it was hilarious that she kept asking for stuff we'd already covered at ST_D. It amus-ed me.

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

She did it knowingly, I've told her about some of the game stuff even though she doesn't read. She knew about the kitten turning about two days after we did it.

[betrayme.livejournal.com]

I will accept more kittens. As long as I don't have to go to st_d to find them.

We're not that close.

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

I just find is funny because if the situation were reversed my nosiness would have won over by now. It wouldn't bug me that much.

And I'm writing you a kitten drabble. Eventually. Soon.

[betrayme.livejournal.com]

This is why I'm never telling you what name I wrote Buffy fic under.

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

I have no shame. It's the internet. I don't care and would get over it.

[betrayme.livejournal.com]

You asked to not go on my sex filter, though!

I thought we had boundaries!

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

No, you asked not to go on my sex filter. Which barely exists anyway. I'm pretty sure I said I don't care about yours.

[betrayme.livejournal.com]

Yours is not as interesting as mine.

I'm going to get you liquor for Christmas, I've decided.

Vodka or Bourbon?

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

No, it's really really not. I have no love life lately.

Oh yes the parents will love that.

That question might as well be 'Chekov or McCoy'. Bourbon if you do.

[betrayme.livejournal.com]

I am so restrained in responding to this comment. JUST SO YOU KNOW.

I'll wrap something cheap and hide the booze in your suitcase, btw. And we'll drink beer together. Or you can dd. Your pick.

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

Restraint is boring. Entertain me!

That's acceptable. I hate being dd. My meds made my tolerance shit for most of the year so I am very sick of being the one who can't drink. We'll figure something out.

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

You have strange drunk topics. I just start telling everyone how much I love them and babble about whatever pops into my head.

[betrayme.livejournal.com]

I also like to talk about Patrick Troughton and the Sims 2 when I'm drunk. And, when I was your age, so many years ago, I liked to kiss people who I thought were pretty.

I'm a grown-up now, so I now just tell them that they're pretty. Really.

WHY AM I NOT STUDYING BLAW RIGHT NOW?

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

Yes. I have a tendency to do that too. Which is why I am now careful about what boys I drink around. Lately I've been talking about star trek, thankfully my friends are nerds.

Of course you do.

WHY AM I NOT SCREEENPRINTING RIGHT NOW?

Because our hw is lame and We'd rather screw around on lj. that's why.

[betrayme.livejournal.com]

If you were in Cleveland, you could be screenprinting in my basement with Icyus the basement cat.

Just sayin'

Dude, I just can't sleep because I get free drip coffee all over town these days.

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

I HATE SCREENPRINTING.

well ok no, i just hate screenprinting for credit.

I can't sleep because i slept most of the day and intend to screenprint form 1am to 9am.

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

I better be your favorite person ever for this. Please enjoy your 400 words of Kitten fic:

" And uh, you're sure it's him?" Sulu asked staring at the fluffy brown kitten that was nuzzleing his boot.

"Positive." McCoy said as he lifted the other kitten, golden with big blue eyes, and it nuzzled into McCoy's chest happily.

"Sooo, how long is it going to...?" Sulu was distracted as Chekov kitty began to mew at him. Oh god what was he supposed to do?

" A day at most, just take care of him 'til then."

"I'm not good with animals." Sulu said hurridly. He was slightly terrified as he stared at the very tiny and fluffy version of his boyfriend. If he picked up him up Sulu felt sure he'd hurt him. He never had pets. He had plants. Kittens are not plants. He did not know what to do with a kitten. Especially one that had been his boyfriend four hours ago and was very, very small and energetic if the way he was darting around his boot was any indication.

"Relax" McCoy responded. The doctor was absentmindly petting kitten-Jim who was lounging in his arms and both of them seemed far too relaxed for the situation in Sulu's opinon.

"But I'll hurt him. I can't hurt him. I don't know-" McCoy interrupted the word vomit. Thankfully.

"Oh, get over it Sulu. Here." McCoy set Jim on a biobed and picked up the wiggling kitten-Chekov and handed him to Sulu. Sulu struggled to get a decent grip s McCoy continued. "He's your boyfriend. You take care of him. I've got to watch Jim. You'll be fine. It's not that hard. " McCoy picked up Jim again, who was pawing around and rolling on the biobed but relaxed the moment McCoy reached for him and the pair went into his office leaving Sulu with his hands full of very squimy boyfriend kitten. Pavel looked up at him with big watery eyes and Sulu melted a little though he fear did not subside. If anything is grew. Not only was it Pavel it was Pavel who was currently in the form of the cutest little fuzzy kitten Hikaru had ever seen.

"ok Pav, uh, sorry in advance." he said to the bundle of fluff in his arms and started to walk back to his quarters cradling Pavel as carefully as he could. Pavel mewed and pawed at Hikaru's uniform the whole way there, occasionally trying to squirm away to explore when they passed something shiny. It was going to be a long day.

You are my favorite person evar!

[betrayme.livejournal.com]

The fluff, the fluff, it's going to get me through my B.Law final.

Kittens are not plants!

[emmypenny.livejournal.com]

Pike/Archer - "Well, you're hotter than a beagle."

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

Apparently I do drabbles not sentence fic Please enjoy your madness:

"Chris, Chris I just want to tell you-" Jon's words were slurring at this point and they leaned into each other in their stupor, " -that you are a very fine man, yes sir you are-" Jon sort of rambled quietly for a moment before looking wearily over to Pike. "So whaddya say?" Jon asked grinning.

Pike tried to focus his eyes but couldn't so he settled for glaring a bit in Jon's general direction. "Jon, are you hitting on me?" he managed to almost coherently ask his blurry companion. It was very late and they were very smashed and it wouldn't be the first time they had errantly hit on each other.

" Well, you're hotter than a beagle." Jon declared with a toast of his empty glass into the air. He looked expectantly at Chris for a moment before promptly passing out on the bar. Pike groaned and fumbled for his padd.

Sender: Pike, Christopher
Recipient: Giotto, Tony

I think I broke Jon again.

Come pick us up.

[emmypenny.livejournal.com]

THAT IS ADORABLE. You are so awesome.

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

\o/

[bubbles-san.livejournal.com]

Porthos/Aramis: Archer discovers his boy doing the naughty.

[theoreticalpixy.livejournal.com]

And again I can't do one sentence. OH WELL:

Jon stopped for a moment the sight of his dear Porthos in flagrante with the younger dog, he shook his head once in surprise and shuffled back out of room saying "Good boy. Porthos, show her who's boss." Then Jon went to make sure Lucy was good and distracted for awhile longer. He certainly wasn't going to be the one explaining the birds and the bees to her, though he was probably going to have to warn Tony in case of puppies...