Boredom alert! Come play with me!
Sep. 8th, 2011 03:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keelywolfeI'm bored. Why is everything so boring today? Work has been indescribably busy, kids started school and all the mess that goes with that, and last night was the first night in a week I had more than 5 hours of sleep, so naturally I slept too much and now I am still tired. Ooh, but I just realized that the ten anniversary of my Livejournal is this month. Holy cow, where does the time go?
But I am still bored.
So let's play a game or do a meme or something! Entertain me! Let's do one of those meme's where you post a short section from 5 stories. Don't care if your actively working on them or not, just give me a funny or angsty or smutty little tidbit to give me joy! Give me fragments from the stories you've abandoned, give me your next big hit! Any fandom, any pairing, just hit it!
To be fair, I'll play too:
1. Optimus/Ratchet
Ratchet felt his own anger blossom to life and as always, it quickly overrode his sense, "Would you rather I'd left them for dead?" he snapped out. "I would so hate to inconvenience you!"
"You—" Optimus turned away, a visible tremor running through him. He drew in a long draft of cool air, vented it back out. "Ratchet," he said tightly, "I am aware that our current attachment to each other is disturbing to you. Be that as it may, I would like to think I am allowed to feel something other than simply inconvenienced when I find you injured."
His anger cooled quickly at that and Ratchet smiled, a little. "Point taken."
To his surprised, Optimus quickly turned to the window, gazing outside with intense scrutiny. After a moment, curiosity got the best of him and Ratchet finally asked, "What are you looking at?"
"I was expecting a meteor shower or perhaps a rain of frogs," Optimus answered promptly. "You agreed with me so quickly, the only logical conclusion was a possible apocalypse."
"Oh, very amusing," Ratchet scowled. "Don't get used to it."
Optimus straightened. "I shall flag it in my memory files," he promised.
2. Wyatt/Glitch (Tin Man)
It was still perception, his eyes trying to fit Glitch into what they had seen before. Murder, perhaps, a convict. Criminal.
It was only later that he realized he should have known. He'd seen his fair share of headcases before, too many, and no punishment could change the raw materials it began with. Cruel humans rendered stupid stayed cruel, no sweet innocence in their dull piggish eyes.
It was a testament to how brilliant Glitch must have been before. Forgetful but not stupid, not completely, synapses coming to the severed ends of a lost mind having to find new paths. Memories jumbled, a puzzle with broken pieces but sometimes they still fit, sometimes.
Flicker.
Perception. His eyes dulled for just a moment. Glitch blinked up at Wyatt, his mouth forming a small sound, "Oh." Then Glitch tipped his head up and kissed him.
Soft, cool mouth, almost chaste against his own until Glitch parted his lips, let his tongue press into Wyatt's. A little passive but not rejecting and he let it end on its own.Something he was perfectly capable of doing, Caine admitted wryly. A little forgetful but hardly stupid. Not a child, no, not at all, just a little--
"Lost," Wyatt murmured, his lips brushing Glitch's.
3. Clark and Bruce talking. Clark/Lex
"How can I go back to him and...just pretend everything is fine, that I'm the husband he's had for years and…how can I do that?" Clark burst out.
"I'm not sure you have a choice," Bruce said thoughtfully. He rested his chin on one gloved hand. Minus any judicious use of x-ray vision, his eyes were shielded; not that it mattered. Bruce never showed any true emotions in his eyes, anyway.
"What?" Clark sputtered. "You want me to...what happens when I leave here and go back to my universe?"
"We don't know if this even is an alternate universe and if that's the case, your world is not something we can send you back to." Bruce said bluntly. "From what you've described, a being of almost infinite power has created a place for you to learn some sort of lesson. You told me that Mxyztplk (the name rolled off Bruce's tongue in a way that Clark could only envy) sent you here to teach you something. Resisting the learning isn't going to help you. If you do, there's a chance you could be stuck here for years."
"So what you're saying is--
Bruce turned back to his monitors, effectively dismissing him. "Go home and apologize to your husband."
"But I can't just--" Clark gestured frantically, trying to indicate without saying the myriad of things that he couldn't possibly do to Lex
"I doubt you'll have to concern yourself with it tonight or possibly for the next week. There's a fair chance you'll be sleeping on the sofa."
Clark stared. Had Bruce just made a joke? Suddenly, this universe seemed a great deal more disturbing.
4. Zuko/Sokka (Avatar)
"Why do they keep it up with me, anyway?"
"Hmm, let me see," Zuko paused in his writing. "You're young, strong, attractive, and a war hero. I can certainly see how that wouldn't seem appealing. Frankly, Sokka, the question should be why wouldn't someone want you."
Sokka ignored the little frisson of heat those words sent through him. "I don't care! I just want you to make them stop it!"
Let me see if I understand," Zuko said slowly. "You want me to use my power and position to make people stop hitting on you."
"Yes!"
Long silence and Sokka blew out an impatient breath. How difficult could this be?
"All right," Zuko said finally. Finally! "I'll see what I can do."
5. Sam/Bumblebee with a side order of Optimus
"You find Optimus's optical transmission attractive?"
It took Sam half a minute to even process that, and when he did, he almost swallowed his gum. "No! Why do you--"
Bumblebee paused long enough to glance at him. "Sam, I regulate your systems constantly. When you first saw Optimus this morning, your heart rate soared and your pheromone level increased exponentially." He propped his chin on his hand thoughtfully. "And according to your heart rate at the moment, you totally just lied to me."
Okay, of course he would have a boyfriend who also acted as a walking lie detector.
He let out a breath slowly. How to explain this one with Bumblebee sitting there all innocent, wide green eyes, waiting for his answer. It was possible that the standard 'humans are weird' ploy might work. "Look, it doesn't mean anything--"
"If you find him appealing, you should ask him to join us sometime." Calmly, like he was suggesting having a new paint job done over the weekend.
That time he did swallow his gum, gagging a little before he managed, "You...that is so not funny."
Bumblebee glanced back down to his book. "I wasn't trying to be funny. He may be interested. I don't believe Optimus has attempted to mate with any of the terrestrial entities on this planet."
Sam was fairly sure if Bumblebee kept talking, his eardrums were going to rupture. "Was that even English? The only other language I know is the Spanish I learned in school and that barely lets me find the bathroom."
Bumblebee actually set the book aside, lips pursed as he considered. "He hasn't gotten it on with any of the dudes around here so he might let you hit it," he translated.
C'mon, let me see a few of yours, just a snack? If you do, post it in the comments so I can see!
But I am still bored.
So let's play a game or do a meme or something! Entertain me! Let's do one of those meme's where you post a short section from 5 stories. Don't care if your actively working on them or not, just give me a funny or angsty or smutty little tidbit to give me joy! Give me fragments from the stories you've abandoned, give me your next big hit! Any fandom, any pairing, just hit it!
To be fair, I'll play too:
1. Optimus/Ratchet
Ratchet felt his own anger blossom to life and as always, it quickly overrode his sense, "Would you rather I'd left them for dead?" he snapped out. "I would so hate to inconvenience you!"
"You—" Optimus turned away, a visible tremor running through him. He drew in a long draft of cool air, vented it back out. "Ratchet," he said tightly, "I am aware that our current attachment to each other is disturbing to you. Be that as it may, I would like to think I am allowed to feel something other than simply inconvenienced when I find you injured."
His anger cooled quickly at that and Ratchet smiled, a little. "Point taken."
To his surprised, Optimus quickly turned to the window, gazing outside with intense scrutiny. After a moment, curiosity got the best of him and Ratchet finally asked, "What are you looking at?"
"I was expecting a meteor shower or perhaps a rain of frogs," Optimus answered promptly. "You agreed with me so quickly, the only logical conclusion was a possible apocalypse."
"Oh, very amusing," Ratchet scowled. "Don't get used to it."
Optimus straightened. "I shall flag it in my memory files," he promised.
2. Wyatt/Glitch (Tin Man)
It was still perception, his eyes trying to fit Glitch into what they had seen before. Murder, perhaps, a convict. Criminal.
It was only later that he realized he should have known. He'd seen his fair share of headcases before, too many, and no punishment could change the raw materials it began with. Cruel humans rendered stupid stayed cruel, no sweet innocence in their dull piggish eyes.
It was a testament to how brilliant Glitch must have been before. Forgetful but not stupid, not completely, synapses coming to the severed ends of a lost mind having to find new paths. Memories jumbled, a puzzle with broken pieces but sometimes they still fit, sometimes.
Flicker.
Perception. His eyes dulled for just a moment. Glitch blinked up at Wyatt, his mouth forming a small sound, "Oh." Then Glitch tipped his head up and kissed him.
Soft, cool mouth, almost chaste against his own until Glitch parted his lips, let his tongue press into Wyatt's. A little passive but not rejecting and he let it end on its own.Something he was perfectly capable of doing, Caine admitted wryly. A little forgetful but hardly stupid. Not a child, no, not at all, just a little--
"Lost," Wyatt murmured, his lips brushing Glitch's.
3. Clark and Bruce talking. Clark/Lex
"How can I go back to him and...just pretend everything is fine, that I'm the husband he's had for years and…how can I do that?" Clark burst out.
"I'm not sure you have a choice," Bruce said thoughtfully. He rested his chin on one gloved hand. Minus any judicious use of x-ray vision, his eyes were shielded; not that it mattered. Bruce never showed any true emotions in his eyes, anyway.
"What?" Clark sputtered. "You want me to...what happens when I leave here and go back to my universe?"
"We don't know if this even is an alternate universe and if that's the case, your world is not something we can send you back to." Bruce said bluntly. "From what you've described, a being of almost infinite power has created a place for you to learn some sort of lesson. You told me that Mxyztplk (the name rolled off Bruce's tongue in a way that Clark could only envy) sent you here to teach you something. Resisting the learning isn't going to help you. If you do, there's a chance you could be stuck here for years."
"So what you're saying is--
Bruce turned back to his monitors, effectively dismissing him. "Go home and apologize to your husband."
"But I can't just--" Clark gestured frantically, trying to indicate without saying the myriad of things that he couldn't possibly do to Lex
"I doubt you'll have to concern yourself with it tonight or possibly for the next week. There's a fair chance you'll be sleeping on the sofa."
Clark stared. Had Bruce just made a joke? Suddenly, this universe seemed a great deal more disturbing.
4. Zuko/Sokka (Avatar)
"Why do they keep it up with me, anyway?"
"Hmm, let me see," Zuko paused in his writing. "You're young, strong, attractive, and a war hero. I can certainly see how that wouldn't seem appealing. Frankly, Sokka, the question should be why wouldn't someone want you."
Sokka ignored the little frisson of heat those words sent through him. "I don't care! I just want you to make them stop it!"
Let me see if I understand," Zuko said slowly. "You want me to use my power and position to make people stop hitting on you."
"Yes!"
Long silence and Sokka blew out an impatient breath. How difficult could this be?
"All right," Zuko said finally. Finally! "I'll see what I can do."
5. Sam/Bumblebee with a side order of Optimus
"You find Optimus's optical transmission attractive?"
It took Sam half a minute to even process that, and when he did, he almost swallowed his gum. "No! Why do you--"
Bumblebee paused long enough to glance at him. "Sam, I regulate your systems constantly. When you first saw Optimus this morning, your heart rate soared and your pheromone level increased exponentially." He propped his chin on his hand thoughtfully. "And according to your heart rate at the moment, you totally just lied to me."
Okay, of course he would have a boyfriend who also acted as a walking lie detector.
He let out a breath slowly. How to explain this one with Bumblebee sitting there all innocent, wide green eyes, waiting for his answer. It was possible that the standard 'humans are weird' ploy might work. "Look, it doesn't mean anything--"
"If you find him appealing, you should ask him to join us sometime." Calmly, like he was suggesting having a new paint job done over the weekend.
That time he did swallow his gum, gagging a little before he managed, "You...that is so not funny."
Bumblebee glanced back down to his book. "I wasn't trying to be funny. He may be interested. I don't believe Optimus has attempted to mate with any of the terrestrial entities on this planet."
Sam was fairly sure if Bumblebee kept talking, his eardrums were going to rupture. "Was that even English? The only other language I know is the Spanish I learned in school and that barely lets me find the bathroom."
Bumblebee actually set the book aside, lips pursed as he considered. "He hasn't gotten it on with any of the dudes around here so he might let you hit it," he translated.
C'mon, let me see a few of yours, just a snack? If you do, post it in the comments so I can see!
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Sharing the love
Date: 2011-09-08 09:19 pm (UTC)1 g1 - Optimus/Bee
It took Optimus a moment to steel himself. With optics off he set his fear aside. He had been created to serve his people, to give them what they needed.
He pulled on every possible power in his procesor, engadged commanding subroutines, and some of his battlefield macros, vocalizer turned into lowest setting, strength to half...
Optimus leaned forward, hand once again taking Bee's face and making him stare into his own optics.
"Who am i?" simple question to start with.
"Optimus Prime."
"Yes, in here I'm your Prime, and you will remember it or be punished, is that understood?"
"Yes, my Prime"
2 g1 - Jazz/??
The mech had been waiting for him casualy propped on the doorframe.
“Missed me so much you couldn’t wait till tomorow?
“Your dirty mouth? ALWAYS.” Jazz didn’t wait for reply as he pushed the mech to the nearest wall and mashed their lip-plates together. “Can properly frag you now.”
“First you need me to submitt to you, Sir. Instead I’ll frag you” The mech snarled but the anger in his voice had the playfull note that always made Jazz growl.
He pushed his lover to the berth and not caring about his comfort gathered his wrist up his head and grinded their pelvic platings together both armors sparking.
“No chance, too long since i could Frag you. You mind?” Jazz Purred but the question even if sounding half seriously was a constant in any casual frag he could have indulged in.
“Not really.”
3 G1 - Optimus/everyone
Jazz looked up at the distraction. What he had seen made him reset his visor, twice...
//Prowler?//
//Yes, Jazz? Though I'd apreciate you not inter...//
//Shut up for once and look up from your precious data-pad.// After a really short pause he added //And try not to glitch too hard, please.//
Jazz noticed instantly when Prowl looked up from his documents because of the heavy smell of burned circuits...
Great...//Prowl?//
//I'm... I think I am fine... merely baffled// His voice was weak and staticky... but he was talking which was good... //unless it's a new type of glitch that makes me see naked Prime...//
//We have to tell him// “Prime, you...” Jazz groaned as Prowl elbowed him
//Don’t you dare... what if.... He’s PRIME!// Jazz rolled his optics... Prowl looked and sounded terrified of the idea that they could even mention it.
“...you should wear your... mask open more often.”
4 TFP - Ratchet/Optimus
Ratchet let his field free to flow and sing with every emotion he felt, his hands mapped Optimus’s frame. From the delicious neck cables that pinched made him arch with lips open and vocalizer glitching loudly. Or the strong red arms that quivered helplessly when he dug his fingers under their armor and caressed its underside. Or the hands that when kissed caused the whole body to squirm under him.
Oh how he enjoyed the young mech coming apart at his hands. The quiet, shy noises, the body so responsive to every caress, every flicker of field.
He leaned forward and kissed Optimus’ hip, the young Prime shying away from the touch, closing his legs instinctively.
Ratchet’s field flared with arousal, unbidden, so innocent, so deliciously pure.
5 TFP - Wheeljack, Bulkhead
They cut through the swarms of Cons. Bulkhead yelling and Wheeljack silent in his dance of destruction. Bulkhead couldn’t help but watch when he caught sight of a high jump with ‘Jack. landing on some ‘Con's face.
The Eradicons swarmed around, but one spin with his sword outstretched prooved to be enough for the other fighter.
Bulkhead pushed forward, blaster heated with constant firing. There it was, the armory drone, ‘Cons were coming back to it constantly.
“I can see it!”
“Good, try to look for ours!” Wheeljack cut one of the holo’s head with precise movement.
Bulkhead slowed down his movements, still fighting, killing off the ‘Cons, but slower, deliberately looking for someone beside the Eradicons.
“Can't see him.”
“Hope we didn't kill him already, let me... Slagging con...” Well pointed shot to the head got rid of another ‘Con that attacked Wheeljack.
ETA: Posted one fragment twice :D
Re: Sharing the love
Date: 2011-09-08 09:32 pm (UTC)Oooooh, love! Particularly #4, I have a bit of a kink for a nice, innocent first time and a huuuge kink for the innocent one to be Optimus.
I don't think I need to say much about my delight that it's Ratchet with him. ;)
I hope to see a complete version of that one sometime. Happiness!
Re: Sharing the love
Date: 2011-09-09 02:54 am (UTC)Re: Sharing the love
Date: 2011-09-09 03:32 am (UTC)Re: Sharing the love
Date: 2011-09-09 04:06 am (UTC)