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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(part 2 - LJ length fail!)
Date: 2011-09-09 02:11 am (UTC)Kirk tumbled hard against the row of filing cabinets, instant headache, backache, buttache, and probably lots more tomorrow, but dragged himself to his feet. By the time he could get his eyes to focus, Uhura had the shotgun leveled at Nero, who was still rolling around on the floor and clutching his crotch. Kirk jerked at the light touch on his arm before his brain processed that as long as Nero was in front of him, the touch was most likely safe. He leaned against the wall and eyed Chekov.
"Don't sneak up on me like that. I don't wanna hurt you."
Chekov nodded, eyes wide but unafraid. "I von't, Mr. Kirk."
"Pavel. Call me Jim."
"Yes, sir. I vill do zhat."
Kirk waved a dismissing hand at the kid, knowing it was a losing battle.
There was the noise of another hovercar pulling up; Gaila. "Oh, no," Kirk groaned. He straightened and pushed off the wall and got a little dizzy. And nauseous. He grabbed the desk and lowered his butt to the edge. "Chekov, take the gun. Uhura, stop Gaila. And Chekov, don't you dare let Gaila have the gun if she makes it this far."
Chekov nodded, and Uhura ran for the door, tossing the shotgun to Chekov as she ran. They could already hear Gaila shouting in Orion as she slammed her door and stomped up the four steps. Uhura met her at the open doorway and responded in kind and like that they were heading back outside.
Kirk transferred his attention back to Nero, whose groans had mutated into a low mutter that was no doubt heaping curses on every one of their heads plus the next twenty generations of their offspring. "Nero. Shut up."
"Fuck you, human."
"You wish. Get out of my trailer. And if you ever come back here again, I will chop your worthless ass into little bits and mix you into my foundation concrete, you got it?"
Nero muttered some more and groaned his way to his feet. Holding the gun with amazingly steady hands, Chekov moved until he was standing between Kirk's legs, his back flush against Kirk's chest, his aim following Nero. Kirk watched Nero closely as he walked out, then lowered his forehead to Chekov's shoulder and hissed out a pained breath.
Outside, Nero's howl of outrage had him lifting his head again, too fast. "Oops," he muttered, and tilted backwards onto the desk.
***
Spock turned the hovercar onto the dirt road that lead to the job trailer, barely avoiding the wrecked black hovercar that nearly plowed into them head on before swerving at the last minute.
Pike turned in the passenger seat, looking out the back window. "Was that Nero?"
"Yes."
Pike turned back around. "Shit. What do you think Gaila used to put that much damage on his car?"
"I would presume she used her ankle knife to create the scratches along the sides, and a sledgehammer for the remainder of the damage."
"Well, if he's still alive then no one's seriously hurt. Still, wouldn't hurt to step on it."
"Yes, sir."
Spock dialed up the speed and they traversed the 1.4 miles to the job trailer in under a minute.