[meme] WIP Meme
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ajremixBecause my head hurts and I’m stressing too much over my finals to think clearly enough to work on them, the WIP meme!
Transformers
Untitled sequel to Do No Harm
You know the drabble- the one where First Aid and Topspin snap at each other? I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. I have this the ending down and a blank for everything else. Curses.
“I tried being diplomatic,” First Aid said stiffly, “he was the one who became defensive and escalated-“
“And you responded,” Tricut shot back. “You caused that scene because you lost control of your emotions. You are a medic, First Aid. As such, you cannot afford these lapses. If you cannot handle the pressure of dealing with a problematic mech with patience and a cool head, how can you be trusted to perform without breaking? You snap at someone due to stress once, who is to say you would not snap again? We are medical technicians, First Aid. No matter what others say, we are the true reason the Decepticons have not overrun us yet.
“Medics must always be professional. Medics cannot afford breakdowns- especially not in front of patients. Doing so is detrimental to the trust others put into us being able to handle our jobs and entrusting their lives to us. Do you understand?” Tricut’s optics bore deep, burning and angry. “Do you understand why we cannot- under any circumstances cannot -allow our emotions to control us? If we break once, we can break just as easily again.”
The Thick Skin of Defiance (title subject to change because what the hell does it even mean?)
I wanted to do a fic that did two things- deal with alien politics and prove how well the twins and Prowl can work together. Beyond that I had no idea what I was doing so this was quickly put in limbo.
“If you had ensured all of your guards complied with the conditions set forth for this meeting, such a confrontation would have been avoided.” Prowl stood at the top of the ramp. He looked at neither Sunstreaker nor Sideswipe, but at the ITO representative who was being clustered about by its own entourage. As Prowl began his descent, Sunstreaker manhandled the offending hybrid to the foot of the ramp.
The representative hissed through some tube, a stray puff of discolored smoke coming out of the general vicinity where most beings would have had a neck. “I will deal with that one.”
“That is not necessary. Cybertronians are fairly sensitive to the frequencies of our own technology,” Prowl said, holding out his hand as Sunstreaker neared. The weapon was placed on his palm. He paused to hold it up, scrutinizing the piece of tech at various angles. “This has Scorponok’s serial number on it.” He looked at the rep. “I will not have to bring this incident to the attention of an Enforcer, I hope?” It was not a question and though he kept his tone light, there was a thin, unrelenting edge to Prowl’s voice that forced one to rethink their words five times before speaking.
It Takes a Family 11 with Jazz and Prowl
I still do plan on continuing this, surprisingly enough, just the general lack of interest in the franchise and not really having a plan for anything beyond ‘eventually they get to this point here’ is making it difficult..
Prowl’s lips pressed into a thin line as he regarded the other mech. “Their attachment to Springer prior to this incident is what most would consider the reason they would be best capable for the job.”
“What most think is best doesn’t mean that’s what it actually is.”
That wasn’t what Prowl wanted to hear. He didn’t want the doubts he harbored to be confirmed- least of all by Jazz. “You don’t believe they’re doing as well as they should be.”
“They’re good ‘bots, but their history makes ‘em the worst for this job if you want me to be honest.”
He wanted to know what Jazz wanted to suggest, who else would be qualified and capable of the duty. He wanted to know how and why he thought that. He wanted to know if Springer was hurting in a way Ratchet and his equipment couldn’t detect. But Prowl didn’t, not wanting to walk the path those questions would have taken him. Instead he said, “You should be telling this to Ratchet. I have little interaction with this situation as a whole.”
Jazz just looked back at Prowl with an expression fully blank and optics unrelentingly intense behind their visor. “Maybe you should change that.”
Tumbler’s Down
Sandstorm and Smokescreen’s history. In all honesty I pretty much hate this thing except for certain paragraphs and that it’s the most comprehensive look at how those two became how I imagine them now that I can’t bear to get right of it. If I ever rework it or not, we’ll see.
He’d never done it before- not even for Flareup –but Smokescreen paid Straightaway for a day with the orange mech (at a discounted price, she said, because he was a friend of theirs but Smokescreen knew she charged just as much for anyone else). In the back room, Sandstorm merely looked at him as if he had trouble remembering that he knew Smokescreen. Five times already the memory of the blue mech was a casualty of the wiping process.
“Smokey,” he said reluctantly, standing by the door.
Smokescreen sat on the berth, leaning against the wall and motioned for Sandstorm to come to him. “It’s alright. I just wanted to give the both of us a break for a little while, that’s all.”
He hesitated and Smokescreen felt a sharp pang that so many had hurt Sandstorm already that he couldn’t even trust someone who wanted to help him. Slowly he went to Smokescreen’s side and sat, letting the other mech arrange him against blue armor, letting himself be wrapped up in tender arms. And they just sat there, Smokescreen trying to ease the other with a gentle rumbling of his engine. With a sigh, Sandstorm relaxed against him.
“I don’t remember.” He told Smokescreen brokenly. “I know I wasn’t made here, but I can’t remember what I used to do. Flare told me she was going to save up the money to move somewhere else and start a new life but when I asked her earlier, she said she didn’t remember ever saying that. And I keep getting these… these flashes of other ‘bots and I know I don’t know them but it feels like I used to and I think, I dunno, like there’s something wrong with my head.”
Smokescreen couldn’t reassure him. Instead he let out a soft, “shhh,” and laid his head against Sandstorm’s helmet and held him until he fell into a restless recharge.
Untitled Prowl and Springer
I’m pretty sure this is in response to 10whores, but I can’t remember. For that matter, I can’t even remember where I was going with this.
Finally Springer turned to look at the other mech, but just barely. Something in his expression was faltering under the quiet intensity that was Prowl’s presence and he began pacing in the other direction again. “There’s never really been anything for me on Cybertron, you know. For me, home was always on the move rather than on any planet.” He dragged a finger across the wall for no obvious reason. Prowl caught himself watching the invisible trail it drew- rather he was watching the finger itself and didn’t know if it was actually trembling or if it was himself. “Thinking of going back into the freelancer gig. Getting a short-range ship and just planet hopping around the outer rim. Maybe help out Ultra Magnus track down some war criminals.”
“Have you already made plans to leave?”
“Haven’t gotten the details ironed out yet.”
“You seem to like leaving the smaller details to chance,” even though the other mech wasn’t looking, Prowl forced a smirk and pried his fingers loose where they had curled over the edge of his desk. He laid them flat against the surface and forbade them from moving again. “Will you be okay with that?”
No Survivors, deathfic (title subject to change)
I’ve been sitting on this 50-page monster for years now. I have such a love-hate relationship with it. On one hand, I get to explore the emotions of lots of different characters; on the other hand, I had to kill Springer to do it. It’s a story that I don’t want to put up because it’s not perfect but it’s so emotionally intense that I’m afraid to work on it more. If people want to read it, I’ll put it up, but I don’t know if I can read over it again myself.
Roadbuster ran.
For the first time in as long as he could remember he actually ran away. Took a few steps back, turned on his heel and paced stiffly towards the doors.
That was all he needed to do because he heard- praying he’d reach the doors before anyone stopped him –Hot Rod and Arcee racing up Xantium’s ramp, heard voices raising up, telling them to stop, and then he heard the most anguished, spark-wrenching screams anyone could imagine. It ripped at him all the way to the core, made him want to curl up and die, tear his own spark out and scream with them.
He had promised Springer, some thousand or more years ago, that he’d look after his two- just in case. Roadbuster knew, as he made that promise, it meant promising to look after Springer for them. And he failed all three and now their grief was going to shatter him from the inside.
He heard their screaming as he hurried out of the hangar, heard it echoing in his processor as he half-dashed down the halls, unable to out run it, unable to dig his hands into his cranial unit and rip that torture out. It was going to stay with him forever, he knew. Even as Prime’s deep, sorrowful voice rumbled through the Hub, “It is with overwhelming regret and a heavy spark that I inform you Autobot Springer, leader of the Wreckers, has been killed in action…”
Some Gave All, Wreckers deathfic
Everyone dies. No, seriously. It’s basically everyone’s last moments, from regular missions to the end of the war to the peace after. There’s something morbidly fascinating about this fic and the idea of it to me that I really want to finish it. It’s just the problem of getting into the mood of it.
The pressure squeezing at his fingertips was some how both tight and weak. “Twist, I’m serious,” Topspin’s voice was rough and sounded so far away. “If you died, I’d keep living. I’d never stop living. As much as I could, as unrestrained as I could, I’d live every single day as fully as possible.”
Something began to seep into Twin Twist’s muddled head that something wasn’t right. He couldn’t see, could barely move, but he could smell something sweet and sharp, something that he shouldn’t have been able to smell. He couldn’t feel anything trickling out from himself, couldn’t feel any of his fluid levels draining, but he could feel Topspin’s hand trembling against his. Twin Twist grabbed at his fingers to still them.
“I’d live,” Topspin’s voice was thin yet determined, “as I’ve always lived. I’d live happily, because I know you want me to be happy. I’d live because I know it’d break you up if I didn’t.”
“Spin…”
The medic’s hand slipped and Twin Twist’s tightened, hooking his fingertips desperately. “I’d live the same way I’d want you to live if I weren’t around.”
Untitled Vortex/Springer torture fic
Now this IS for a 10whores prompt but is emphatically NOT a rape fic. While I can do dark, the prolongedness of it in this fic is blocking me. That and Vortex is a character I don’t have much experience with so of COURSE it’s all in his perspective...
“/But.../” He looked at Springer, feeling strangely lost. Springer glared back around the gag, still defiant, weak in body but still burning strong deep where Vortex’s blades and prods and creativity couldn’t touch him. A possessiveness was strangling the Combaticon- anger, frustration, denial and the want to never, ever let anyone else near the triplechanger swelled up insides, causing Vortex to petulantly cry back, “/he’s mine!/”
“/Vortex/,” Onslaught’s undeniable rumble came over the line, “/you knew as well as the rest of us that this was only temporary./”
“/I... I can’t, Onslaught! I’m not finished with him! I’m not letting him go!/”
“/You will get him prepared for transportation,/” came the order, “/or I will have Brawl drag you to a holding cell while Swindle does it for you, compute?/”
Untitled Fireflight/Sandstorm interface porn
My first and only experiment in interfacing porn. I think I stopped working on this because I couldn’t figure out what to do with it since interfacing porn was never really my thing.
Tentatively Sandstorm let himself slip inside of Fireflight, just the barest tendrils of awareness coiling against Fireflight’s consciousness, probing slightly, reflexively. Memory and information files bloomed under each light touch, but Sandstorm’s shied away from them. Fireflight’s openness sometimes frightened him just as much as the idea of opening himself up did. Sandstorm retreated a little, almost to the point that he’d be cutting off the connection. Then Fireflight gave him a little smile and felt.
They were small blossoms of emotion, carefully restrained to keep from overwhelming the triplechanger but cut straight into him all the same, made him tremble at the strength of it. Little pulses of utter love and want and unabashed happiness slid through the connection and wrapped themselves around Sandstorm’s processors, shooting to his spark, making him hold back a moan low in his vocalizer. His hands scrapped reflexively over Fireflight’s wings and that jolt of pleasure made him gasp. A hand moved over the leading edge experimentally and Fireflight shivered. Sandstorm could feel the touch as if he had those wings, those sensors, as if he could never get enough of that touch just because it was Sandstorm doing it. His trembling hands explored further, emboldened by his need to learn this new dimension on how he made Fireflight feel.
Untitled Constructicon porn
If memory serves, this was going to be for an anonkink prompt in which Hook gets hit with a porn ray (or something). The idea intrigued (and still does) me, but it would be a lot of porn with characters I’m not entirely familiar with so it ended up in indefinite hold
“Scrapper- we got a problem.”
“We’ve always got a problem, that’s not new,” but the architect dutifully finished whatever it was he was doing wrist deep in someone’s side before turning to Long Haul. He wiped his hands off on a cleaning towel as he approached. “What is it?”
“Whatever thing those Autobots hit Hook with, it’s starting to take affect. His temperature’s been steadily rising, he’s not exactly thinking clearly and-”
“Thank you, Long Haul,” Hook interrupted gruffly, irritably, “I can speak for myself.”
“Then speak.” It was then Hook realized that not once did Scrapper’s optics slide away from him, even when he was addressing the other Constructicon. He stared at Hook with an intensity that made his struts feel weak and a fine shiver run through his secondary frame. Hook didn’t open his mouth, didn’t think he could say anything that wasn’t a moan.
Untitled humanAU Topspin/Twin Twist
Topspin meets some of Twin Twist’s family for the first time and realizes they have no idea who he is and is understandably mad. Originally I was going to have Twist’s family being well-intentioned homophobics due to their religion, even in a largely sexually-equal future. But, looking at this universe after some time away I realize that that excuse (as well as other thing i had planned) is just laziness so I want to retool his family and culture’s history before finishing this.
“Were you ever going to tell them?”
He winced. “....no.”
“Were you ever going to tell me?”
He winced again, this time biting the inside of his lip. “I never thought about it.”
It at least made Topspin look at him, though, even if it was a glare that- if it had the ability to generate heat -would’ve caused Twin Twist to spontaneously combust. “Are you planning to now? What the fuck did you come here for? To piss me off even more?”
“I’m not- Rafi, it’s not like what you think-“
“I think you’ve got some kinda problem with me that you can’t even tell your family that I’m your brother in arms and your friend. ‘Cuz, ya know, I figured that’s what we were outside of fucking each other, but I guess I don’t even warrant that mention.”
DCU
The Inventor 13, Ted with the Bats and Birds
Asides from school routinely kicking my ass, this is running into the same problem Family is- asides from a few notes of ‘eventually they do this’ I have no idea what I’m doing at this point. But then I always kinda didn’t know what I was doing with this.
“Aaaaaaargh!” Ted growled at the television, madly pounding on the buttons with his thumbs. “Move your fat ass, Twiggy! Stop being difficult!”
“I don’t think you’re allowed to tell a character you nicknamed ‘Twiggy’ that they have a fat ass,” Steph said, biting on her lip to keep from giggling. Loudly.
“Watch me. No! Jump you stupid little-!”
Tim, though not nearly as practiced in the game as Steph, calmly tapped commands to his character. He’d long since stopped trying to smother a grin. “I can’t imagine why your doctor was concerned about you getting over-excited.”
“According to Babs I only come in two modes- excitable and tech-coma. It’s part of my charm.”
“Certainly working on me,” Steph jerked the controller, as if that would get her character moving even more sharply, “I think you’re awesome.”
Untitled 5 Things List with Booster
5 things about the 20th century Booster hates and five things he loves. Which, as of this moment, only consists of one of each. Other vague ideas are floating around, but nothing substantial yet, I’m afraid.
It seemed like every time he found someone that was okay with it, they’d say something cruel- often time unintentionally -that made Booster second guess how they felt on the subject. Even Ted did so. As comfortable as he was letting Booster into his personal space, seeming to not even notice how often Booster touched him, he still made the occasional disparaging comment that merely seeded the fear that if Ted knew that Booster liked men as much as women, his best friend would hate him, never mind if Ted knew it was him that Booster wanted.
So Booster let the rest of the League turn the two of them into a teasing joke, didn’t mind perpetuating it because it gave him an excuse to hang on Ted, make bad innuendoes of things he’d secretly like to do to the man and, for the most part, everyone else laughed at them. For the most part.
Because there was always at least one that looked at them with disgust or annoyance and it was hard to tell if it was because they didn’t appreciate the joking, didn’t like the supposed relationship being flaunted in front of them, or were just homophobic. So Booster hid his feelings as best he could, convinced himself he was satisfied with platonic touches and the friendly banter and he overdid it with flirting with women, trying to cover up the loss of what he couldn’t have.
Untitled Boostle/Eureka crossover
I think this formed from some leaped connection between Tony Stark being the inspiration for Nathan Stark and my reading Tony/Ted porn which led to deciding Ted would love Eureka and Nathan would like his brain and Eureka would love Booster’s tech. I do want to continue this, but I decided kind of late that I want this to be have an actual episode-like plot to it and couldn’t figure out the actual plot. So it’s on hold until that gets figured out.
One of the scientists went over to a computer to get the data but Booster was only paying attention to Ted who, after sitting himself on a nearby desk, practically had Booster’s arm in his lap, opening up the gauntlet to get to the controls inside. Ted hummed and mused, picking up various tools and poking at things, asking questions about what Booster felt and the blonde, distracted by the intense focus and thoughtful expression on his best friend’s face, only marginally acknowledged them and retroactively hoped he answered articulately. It was all Booster could do to not palm Ted’s cheek and pull him in for a kiss.
Something that got infinitely easier when he realized that it wasn’t just Ted stroking his arm to see how the micro-circuitry in Booster’s suit still responded, but the other scientists had started poking and pawing at him again. “Whoa- okay,” he jumped up, dislodging his arm from its warm, comfortable spot over Ted’s thighs and floated above touchy hands, “that’s enough. From now on, the only one allowed to touch my body without express permission is Ted!” In the heavy silence that followed, the implications of what he just said sunk in and Booster felt himself flush. “Er, I mean-“
“No, I think that’s a fair restriction.”
Coming down from the upper levels was a rather displeased Nathan, followed with an equally displeased man in uniform. “First off, Mr. Gold,” Nathan said diplomatically, “thank you for the damage control. While I expect some amount of collateral damage, it’s always nice not having to replace more highly expensive equipment than necessary. Secondly, I apologize for the way my employees and likely most people of the town have been acting around you. Thirdly,” he turned to said employees with a dark look, “I believe I’ll need to be scheduling sexual harassment seminars in the near future.”
Republic Commando
Untitled Boss/Niner dub-con
I stopped working on this for two reasons- first, this was seriously toeing the line of rape is love which is a concept I despise with a passion. The second is I ended up working on other stuff which not only made their dynamic in this obsolete, it also felt more natural for their characters. I’m keeping this around for ‘just in case’ purposes, but if it DOES ever get used, it will be with major rehauling.
“I know you could, we both do. But you walking away isn’t the point.” Boss’s hips rolled up, matching each stroke of his hand long, slow and deliberate. “The point is it doesn’t matter if you do. Because when you go to relieve yourself of this ache- and you will, in the next minute, five hours from now, the next day -you’ll have your hand wrapped around yourself and you’ll wish it was me.” He licked the rim of Niner’s ear. Niner jerked his head away, but not before a shiver raced down his body. “I’ll be the only thing you can think about the entire time. So here and now or then and in your mind, it’ll be me and us and this place and the thrill of knowing we could get caught like this.”
“I’m going to wring your shabla neck...”
“You don’t believe me?” The grin was audible. “Then prove me wrong.” Boss’s hands suddenly disappeared from Niner’s body and a shove between his shoulder blades causing the Omega lead to stumble into the rail. “Go ahead,” Boss stepped back with his arms crossed and a smug, controlling smile that Niner wanted to punch in with a vengeance. “Try to make it through the day without touching yourself. And if you can’t, I dare you to tell me you didn’t think of me once.”
Niner’s indignant, embarrassed scowl was ruined by his tucking himself properly in his fatigues. For a tense moment it seemed like he would actually strike Boss. Instead he gave a furious glare, spinning on a heel to stalking inside the building, trying to ignore the erection pulsing between his legs.
Untitled Niner/Boss bondage
I seem to have a weakness for tough guys working through control issues. I really need to start putting up more stuff with them, but I should also figure out what I’m doing and thus have an actual, coherent timeline.
Niner’s hands trailed down from Boss’s shoulders and to his wrist, coaxing them away from his body and back to the arms of the chair. “Before we write this off entirely, let’s try one more thing,” he said, just as the first restraint clicked back over Boss’s wrist. Boss’s hands fisted again, but he let Niner cuff the other arm all the same. Niner had to have seen the flash of fear in Boss’s eyes because he kissed the Delta oh so softly, trying to smooth the trembling that was starting up again.
“You trust me, don’t you?” Niner asked against Boss’s lips.
“Of course I do,” came the rough reply, “that’s not the issue.”
“Then trust that I’m not taking away your control. I’m just changing how you exercise it.” He leaned back, looking at Boss with dark eyes, patient and understanding. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Untitled Delta Squad on Boss/Niner
Boss tells the rest of Delta about his relationship and Fixer is an insular, needy puppy. I’m mostly satisfied with it, but it feels like it’s moving a bit too fast for my taste.
“And if I said you can either keep him or me?”
“Are you asking hypothetically?”
“Does it matter?”
Leave it to Fixer to ask all the hard questions... Boss pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to come up with the right words. “I’d still want to know why,” he said eventually. “I’d try everything I could to make it work out for everyone.”
“And if you couldn’t?” The pause lingered and stretched, but Fixer still persisted. “If I forced you to make that decision?”
“I...” Boss’s throat closed up briefly. “I’d be sorry I ever said anything. I don’t think I could make that decision.”
“I think you made that decision when you neglected to tell us.”
“Really? I thought I didn’t make that decision for that same reason.” He looked at his brothers, weariness in his face. “I was afraid to mention it before because I didn’t want to choose between him and all of you.”
Untitled Omega Squad, pre-Order 66
The thing I want to stress most about this pairing, as cracky as it is, is that despite the obvious emotion and reliance Boss and Niner have with each other, neither of them know what they’re doing and it sort of scares them. I don’t really know what I’m doing with this scene in the long run, but it does a good job of summing that idea up as Omega talks about their impending desertion and how Delta fits into it.
The three exchanged looks. “What don’t you know?”
Niner ducked his head, hands fisted against his thighs. “I don’t know if he’ll...”
And then they understood. It should have been obvious much earlier, but now they understood. They had assumed that Niner never talked about his relationship because he was private, because he didn’t feel it was appropriate, because maybe he was shy, because maybe he worried it unnerved his brothers. They felt foolish for never considering it might have been because Niner didn’t even know what his relationship was about. With Etain and Laseema it seemed so clear-cut. Darman and Atin loved their girls, wanted a future with them and knew their girls wanted the same thing.
Did Niner know what Boss wanted? Did either ever think about what their relationship with each other would turn into? For two people who routinely put their lives at risk, had they ever wondered what the future held for them or if it even included the two of them together?
Untitled Niner and Fixer fight
Eh, that’s a bit misleading, I think. Asides from the obvious porn, this is where my universe drastically veers off of canon- Darman and Niner are officially dead and are stuck in the Empire under assumed identities. Meanwhile, Sev is MIA, Scorch can barely tolerate Fixer, Boss essentially self-destructed and Fixer takes it out on Niner when they see him again. I’m still trying to divvy up how I’m going to cover all that.
Niner stood, body shaking from a burst of adrenaline. He rubbed the back of his hand over his chin, blood smearing over his jaw. “Udesii,” he said as soothingly as possible, trying to ignore the numerous eyes staring and the whispers around them. “Just calm down, vod, and we can talk-“
“I’m not your brother! I’ll never call a hut’uun like you brother!”
The former Omegas, unnerved and a little fearful at the strange, hateful version of Fixer, stepped back. “Fixer, please-“
“K’uur! Where were you? Why weren’t you there when he needed you most?”
Realization dawned on them that there were only two Deltas. Darman stiffened. Niner’s face went pale and he was almost unable to force out, “What happened to Boss?”
Untitled Boss and Clan Skirata
This was supposed to be a thing contemplating Boss’s accent verse the rest of Delta’s lack thereof. Somehow it ended up being mostly Boss hanging out with the women and sticking his foot in. It’s an amusing scene, I just wish I knew how to sandwich it.
Boss gave a little laugh, kneading at the soft dough. “I wouldn’t call myself his ‘boyfriend’.”
“Why not? Everyone knows you two are together.”
“Yeah, but that term makes it sound like I’m-“ he abruptly clicked his mouth shut as three pairs of eyes gave him an unamused ‘do go on’ look.
Atin and Fi snickered into their pilfered snacks. “Tread lightly, Boss. Tread lightly.”
“I mean,” he fumbled, trying to salvage both the situation and his hide, “’boyfriend’ has a very romantic connotation to it. We were brothers in arms before we were anything else and neither of us know how to be romantic anyway so the word doesn’t seem to work well for us...”
They continued to look utterly unconvinced, but Ny shook her head with a laugh. “Feel free to stop at any time.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Untitled Boss/Niner schmoop
Unrepentantly waffy. How this will ultimately connect to anything else, I have no clue and I also don’t care.
While it was amusing the way Boss was trying to wash his hair without moving his arms, Niner decided to offer a bit of mercy. He stepped into the shower stream, his hands weaving through dark, sudsy hair. “Move your hands,” he said, already massaging his fingers against Boss’s scalp. The other man fairly purred, leaning into Niner’s touch, hands resting on his hips.
He ran his fingers through Boss’s hair a few more times than he needed to, kneading the muscles running up his neck to the base of his skull. “Alright, rinse.” Niner guided Boss’s head under the water stream, attentively washing out the suds.
Afterward Boss nuzzled against his shoulder. “Keep me?”
Niner laughed. “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing already?”
“Keep me more?”
Transformers
Untitled sequel to Do No Harm
You know the drabble- the one where First Aid and Topspin snap at each other? I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. I have this the ending down and a blank for everything else. Curses.
“I tried being diplomatic,” First Aid said stiffly, “he was the one who became defensive and escalated-“
“And you responded,” Tricut shot back. “You caused that scene because you lost control of your emotions. You are a medic, First Aid. As such, you cannot afford these lapses. If you cannot handle the pressure of dealing with a problematic mech with patience and a cool head, how can you be trusted to perform without breaking? You snap at someone due to stress once, who is to say you would not snap again? We are medical technicians, First Aid. No matter what others say, we are the true reason the Decepticons have not overrun us yet.
“Medics must always be professional. Medics cannot afford breakdowns- especially not in front of patients. Doing so is detrimental to the trust others put into us being able to handle our jobs and entrusting their lives to us. Do you understand?” Tricut’s optics bore deep, burning and angry. “Do you understand why we cannot- under any circumstances cannot -allow our emotions to control us? If we break once, we can break just as easily again.”
The Thick Skin of Defiance (title subject to change because what the hell does it even mean?)
I wanted to do a fic that did two things- deal with alien politics and prove how well the twins and Prowl can work together. Beyond that I had no idea what I was doing so this was quickly put in limbo.
“If you had ensured all of your guards complied with the conditions set forth for this meeting, such a confrontation would have been avoided.” Prowl stood at the top of the ramp. He looked at neither Sunstreaker nor Sideswipe, but at the ITO representative who was being clustered about by its own entourage. As Prowl began his descent, Sunstreaker manhandled the offending hybrid to the foot of the ramp.
The representative hissed through some tube, a stray puff of discolored smoke coming out of the general vicinity where most beings would have had a neck. “I will deal with that one.”
“That is not necessary. Cybertronians are fairly sensitive to the frequencies of our own technology,” Prowl said, holding out his hand as Sunstreaker neared. The weapon was placed on his palm. He paused to hold it up, scrutinizing the piece of tech at various angles. “This has Scorponok’s serial number on it.” He looked at the rep. “I will not have to bring this incident to the attention of an Enforcer, I hope?” It was not a question and though he kept his tone light, there was a thin, unrelenting edge to Prowl’s voice that forced one to rethink their words five times before speaking.
It Takes a Family 11 with Jazz and Prowl
I still do plan on continuing this, surprisingly enough, just the general lack of interest in the franchise and not really having a plan for anything beyond ‘eventually they get to this point here’ is making it difficult..
Prowl’s lips pressed into a thin line as he regarded the other mech. “Their attachment to Springer prior to this incident is what most would consider the reason they would be best capable for the job.”
“What most think is best doesn’t mean that’s what it actually is.”
That wasn’t what Prowl wanted to hear. He didn’t want the doubts he harbored to be confirmed- least of all by Jazz. “You don’t believe they’re doing as well as they should be.”
“They’re good ‘bots, but their history makes ‘em the worst for this job if you want me to be honest.”
He wanted to know what Jazz wanted to suggest, who else would be qualified and capable of the duty. He wanted to know how and why he thought that. He wanted to know if Springer was hurting in a way Ratchet and his equipment couldn’t detect. But Prowl didn’t, not wanting to walk the path those questions would have taken him. Instead he said, “You should be telling this to Ratchet. I have little interaction with this situation as a whole.”
Jazz just looked back at Prowl with an expression fully blank and optics unrelentingly intense behind their visor. “Maybe you should change that.”
Tumbler’s Down
Sandstorm and Smokescreen’s history. In all honesty I pretty much hate this thing except for certain paragraphs and that it’s the most comprehensive look at how those two became how I imagine them now that I can’t bear to get right of it. If I ever rework it or not, we’ll see.
He’d never done it before- not even for Flareup –but Smokescreen paid Straightaway for a day with the orange mech (at a discounted price, she said, because he was a friend of theirs but Smokescreen knew she charged just as much for anyone else). In the back room, Sandstorm merely looked at him as if he had trouble remembering that he knew Smokescreen. Five times already the memory of the blue mech was a casualty of the wiping process.
“Smokey,” he said reluctantly, standing by the door.
Smokescreen sat on the berth, leaning against the wall and motioned for Sandstorm to come to him. “It’s alright. I just wanted to give the both of us a break for a little while, that’s all.”
He hesitated and Smokescreen felt a sharp pang that so many had hurt Sandstorm already that he couldn’t even trust someone who wanted to help him. Slowly he went to Smokescreen’s side and sat, letting the other mech arrange him against blue armor, letting himself be wrapped up in tender arms. And they just sat there, Smokescreen trying to ease the other with a gentle rumbling of his engine. With a sigh, Sandstorm relaxed against him.
“I don’t remember.” He told Smokescreen brokenly. “I know I wasn’t made here, but I can’t remember what I used to do. Flare told me she was going to save up the money to move somewhere else and start a new life but when I asked her earlier, she said she didn’t remember ever saying that. And I keep getting these… these flashes of other ‘bots and I know I don’t know them but it feels like I used to and I think, I dunno, like there’s something wrong with my head.”
Smokescreen couldn’t reassure him. Instead he let out a soft, “shhh,” and laid his head against Sandstorm’s helmet and held him until he fell into a restless recharge.
Untitled Prowl and Springer
I’m pretty sure this is in response to 10whores, but I can’t remember. For that matter, I can’t even remember where I was going with this.
Finally Springer turned to look at the other mech, but just barely. Something in his expression was faltering under the quiet intensity that was Prowl’s presence and he began pacing in the other direction again. “There’s never really been anything for me on Cybertron, you know. For me, home was always on the move rather than on any planet.” He dragged a finger across the wall for no obvious reason. Prowl caught himself watching the invisible trail it drew- rather he was watching the finger itself and didn’t know if it was actually trembling or if it was himself. “Thinking of going back into the freelancer gig. Getting a short-range ship and just planet hopping around the outer rim. Maybe help out Ultra Magnus track down some war criminals.”
“Have you already made plans to leave?”
“Haven’t gotten the details ironed out yet.”
“You seem to like leaving the smaller details to chance,” even though the other mech wasn’t looking, Prowl forced a smirk and pried his fingers loose where they had curled over the edge of his desk. He laid them flat against the surface and forbade them from moving again. “Will you be okay with that?”
No Survivors, deathfic (title subject to change)
I’ve been sitting on this 50-page monster for years now. I have such a love-hate relationship with it. On one hand, I get to explore the emotions of lots of different characters; on the other hand, I had to kill Springer to do it. It’s a story that I don’t want to put up because it’s not perfect but it’s so emotionally intense that I’m afraid to work on it more. If people want to read it, I’ll put it up, but I don’t know if I can read over it again myself.
Roadbuster ran.
For the first time in as long as he could remember he actually ran away. Took a few steps back, turned on his heel and paced stiffly towards the doors.
That was all he needed to do because he heard- praying he’d reach the doors before anyone stopped him –Hot Rod and Arcee racing up Xantium’s ramp, heard voices raising up, telling them to stop, and then he heard the most anguished, spark-wrenching screams anyone could imagine. It ripped at him all the way to the core, made him want to curl up and die, tear his own spark out and scream with them.
He had promised Springer, some thousand or more years ago, that he’d look after his two- just in case. Roadbuster knew, as he made that promise, it meant promising to look after Springer for them. And he failed all three and now their grief was going to shatter him from the inside.
He heard their screaming as he hurried out of the hangar, heard it echoing in his processor as he half-dashed down the halls, unable to out run it, unable to dig his hands into his cranial unit and rip that torture out. It was going to stay with him forever, he knew. Even as Prime’s deep, sorrowful voice rumbled through the Hub, “It is with overwhelming regret and a heavy spark that I inform you Autobot Springer, leader of the Wreckers, has been killed in action…”
Some Gave All, Wreckers deathfic
Everyone dies. No, seriously. It’s basically everyone’s last moments, from regular missions to the end of the war to the peace after. There’s something morbidly fascinating about this fic and the idea of it to me that I really want to finish it. It’s just the problem of getting into the mood of it.
The pressure squeezing at his fingertips was some how both tight and weak. “Twist, I’m serious,” Topspin’s voice was rough and sounded so far away. “If you died, I’d keep living. I’d never stop living. As much as I could, as unrestrained as I could, I’d live every single day as fully as possible.”
Something began to seep into Twin Twist’s muddled head that something wasn’t right. He couldn’t see, could barely move, but he could smell something sweet and sharp, something that he shouldn’t have been able to smell. He couldn’t feel anything trickling out from himself, couldn’t feel any of his fluid levels draining, but he could feel Topspin’s hand trembling against his. Twin Twist grabbed at his fingers to still them.
“I’d live,” Topspin’s voice was thin yet determined, “as I’ve always lived. I’d live happily, because I know you want me to be happy. I’d live because I know it’d break you up if I didn’t.”
“Spin…”
The medic’s hand slipped and Twin Twist’s tightened, hooking his fingertips desperately. “I’d live the same way I’d want you to live if I weren’t around.”
Untitled Vortex/Springer torture fic
Now this IS for a 10whores prompt but is emphatically NOT a rape fic. While I can do dark, the prolongedness of it in this fic is blocking me. That and Vortex is a character I don’t have much experience with so of COURSE it’s all in his perspective...
“/But.../” He looked at Springer, feeling strangely lost. Springer glared back around the gag, still defiant, weak in body but still burning strong deep where Vortex’s blades and prods and creativity couldn’t touch him. A possessiveness was strangling the Combaticon- anger, frustration, denial and the want to never, ever let anyone else near the triplechanger swelled up insides, causing Vortex to petulantly cry back, “/he’s mine!/”
“/Vortex/,” Onslaught’s undeniable rumble came over the line, “/you knew as well as the rest of us that this was only temporary./”
“/I... I can’t, Onslaught! I’m not finished with him! I’m not letting him go!/”
“/You will get him prepared for transportation,/” came the order, “/or I will have Brawl drag you to a holding cell while Swindle does it for you, compute?/”
Untitled Fireflight/Sandstorm interface porn
My first and only experiment in interfacing porn. I think I stopped working on this because I couldn’t figure out what to do with it since interfacing porn was never really my thing.
Tentatively Sandstorm let himself slip inside of Fireflight, just the barest tendrils of awareness coiling against Fireflight’s consciousness, probing slightly, reflexively. Memory and information files bloomed under each light touch, but Sandstorm’s shied away from them. Fireflight’s openness sometimes frightened him just as much as the idea of opening himself up did. Sandstorm retreated a little, almost to the point that he’d be cutting off the connection. Then Fireflight gave him a little smile and felt.
They were small blossoms of emotion, carefully restrained to keep from overwhelming the triplechanger but cut straight into him all the same, made him tremble at the strength of it. Little pulses of utter love and want and unabashed happiness slid through the connection and wrapped themselves around Sandstorm’s processors, shooting to his spark, making him hold back a moan low in his vocalizer. His hands scrapped reflexively over Fireflight’s wings and that jolt of pleasure made him gasp. A hand moved over the leading edge experimentally and Fireflight shivered. Sandstorm could feel the touch as if he had those wings, those sensors, as if he could never get enough of that touch just because it was Sandstorm doing it. His trembling hands explored further, emboldened by his need to learn this new dimension on how he made Fireflight feel.
Untitled Constructicon porn
If memory serves, this was going to be for an anonkink prompt in which Hook gets hit with a porn ray (or something). The idea intrigued (and still does) me, but it would be a lot of porn with characters I’m not entirely familiar with so it ended up in indefinite hold
“Scrapper- we got a problem.”
“We’ve always got a problem, that’s not new,” but the architect dutifully finished whatever it was he was doing wrist deep in someone’s side before turning to Long Haul. He wiped his hands off on a cleaning towel as he approached. “What is it?”
“Whatever thing those Autobots hit Hook with, it’s starting to take affect. His temperature’s been steadily rising, he’s not exactly thinking clearly and-”
“Thank you, Long Haul,” Hook interrupted gruffly, irritably, “I can speak for myself.”
“Then speak.” It was then Hook realized that not once did Scrapper’s optics slide away from him, even when he was addressing the other Constructicon. He stared at Hook with an intensity that made his struts feel weak and a fine shiver run through his secondary frame. Hook didn’t open his mouth, didn’t think he could say anything that wasn’t a moan.
Untitled humanAU Topspin/Twin Twist
Topspin meets some of Twin Twist’s family for the first time and realizes they have no idea who he is and is understandably mad. Originally I was going to have Twist’s family being well-intentioned homophobics due to their religion, even in a largely sexually-equal future. But, looking at this universe after some time away I realize that that excuse (as well as other thing i had planned) is just laziness so I want to retool his family and culture’s history before finishing this.
“Were you ever going to tell them?”
He winced. “....no.”
“Were you ever going to tell me?”
He winced again, this time biting the inside of his lip. “I never thought about it.”
It at least made Topspin look at him, though, even if it was a glare that- if it had the ability to generate heat -would’ve caused Twin Twist to spontaneously combust. “Are you planning to now? What the fuck did you come here for? To piss me off even more?”
“I’m not- Rafi, it’s not like what you think-“
“I think you’ve got some kinda problem with me that you can’t even tell your family that I’m your brother in arms and your friend. ‘Cuz, ya know, I figured that’s what we were outside of fucking each other, but I guess I don’t even warrant that mention.”
DCU
The Inventor 13, Ted with the Bats and Birds
Asides from school routinely kicking my ass, this is running into the same problem Family is- asides from a few notes of ‘eventually they do this’ I have no idea what I’m doing at this point. But then I always kinda didn’t know what I was doing with this.
“Aaaaaaargh!” Ted growled at the television, madly pounding on the buttons with his thumbs. “Move your fat ass, Twiggy! Stop being difficult!”
“I don’t think you’re allowed to tell a character you nicknamed ‘Twiggy’ that they have a fat ass,” Steph said, biting on her lip to keep from giggling. Loudly.
“Watch me. No! Jump you stupid little-!”
Tim, though not nearly as practiced in the game as Steph, calmly tapped commands to his character. He’d long since stopped trying to smother a grin. “I can’t imagine why your doctor was concerned about you getting over-excited.”
“According to Babs I only come in two modes- excitable and tech-coma. It’s part of my charm.”
“Certainly working on me,” Steph jerked the controller, as if that would get her character moving even more sharply, “I think you’re awesome.”
Untitled 5 Things List with Booster
5 things about the 20th century Booster hates and five things he loves. Which, as of this moment, only consists of one of each. Other vague ideas are floating around, but nothing substantial yet, I’m afraid.
It seemed like every time he found someone that was okay with it, they’d say something cruel- often time unintentionally -that made Booster second guess how they felt on the subject. Even Ted did so. As comfortable as he was letting Booster into his personal space, seeming to not even notice how often Booster touched him, he still made the occasional disparaging comment that merely seeded the fear that if Ted knew that Booster liked men as much as women, his best friend would hate him, never mind if Ted knew it was him that Booster wanted.
So Booster let the rest of the League turn the two of them into a teasing joke, didn’t mind perpetuating it because it gave him an excuse to hang on Ted, make bad innuendoes of things he’d secretly like to do to the man and, for the most part, everyone else laughed at them. For the most part.
Because there was always at least one that looked at them with disgust or annoyance and it was hard to tell if it was because they didn’t appreciate the joking, didn’t like the supposed relationship being flaunted in front of them, or were just homophobic. So Booster hid his feelings as best he could, convinced himself he was satisfied with platonic touches and the friendly banter and he overdid it with flirting with women, trying to cover up the loss of what he couldn’t have.
Untitled Boostle/Eureka crossover
I think this formed from some leaped connection between Tony Stark being the inspiration for Nathan Stark and my reading Tony/Ted porn which led to deciding Ted would love Eureka and Nathan would like his brain and Eureka would love Booster’s tech. I do want to continue this, but I decided kind of late that I want this to be have an actual episode-like plot to it and couldn’t figure out the actual plot. So it’s on hold until that gets figured out.
One of the scientists went over to a computer to get the data but Booster was only paying attention to Ted who, after sitting himself on a nearby desk, practically had Booster’s arm in his lap, opening up the gauntlet to get to the controls inside. Ted hummed and mused, picking up various tools and poking at things, asking questions about what Booster felt and the blonde, distracted by the intense focus and thoughtful expression on his best friend’s face, only marginally acknowledged them and retroactively hoped he answered articulately. It was all Booster could do to not palm Ted’s cheek and pull him in for a kiss.
Something that got infinitely easier when he realized that it wasn’t just Ted stroking his arm to see how the micro-circuitry in Booster’s suit still responded, but the other scientists had started poking and pawing at him again. “Whoa- okay,” he jumped up, dislodging his arm from its warm, comfortable spot over Ted’s thighs and floated above touchy hands, “that’s enough. From now on, the only one allowed to touch my body without express permission is Ted!” In the heavy silence that followed, the implications of what he just said sunk in and Booster felt himself flush. “Er, I mean-“
“No, I think that’s a fair restriction.”
Coming down from the upper levels was a rather displeased Nathan, followed with an equally displeased man in uniform. “First off, Mr. Gold,” Nathan said diplomatically, “thank you for the damage control. While I expect some amount of collateral damage, it’s always nice not having to replace more highly expensive equipment than necessary. Secondly, I apologize for the way my employees and likely most people of the town have been acting around you. Thirdly,” he turned to said employees with a dark look, “I believe I’ll need to be scheduling sexual harassment seminars in the near future.”
Republic Commando
Untitled Boss/Niner dub-con
I stopped working on this for two reasons- first, this was seriously toeing the line of rape is love which is a concept I despise with a passion. The second is I ended up working on other stuff which not only made their dynamic in this obsolete, it also felt more natural for their characters. I’m keeping this around for ‘just in case’ purposes, but if it DOES ever get used, it will be with major rehauling.
“I know you could, we both do. But you walking away isn’t the point.” Boss’s hips rolled up, matching each stroke of his hand long, slow and deliberate. “The point is it doesn’t matter if you do. Because when you go to relieve yourself of this ache- and you will, in the next minute, five hours from now, the next day -you’ll have your hand wrapped around yourself and you’ll wish it was me.” He licked the rim of Niner’s ear. Niner jerked his head away, but not before a shiver raced down his body. “I’ll be the only thing you can think about the entire time. So here and now or then and in your mind, it’ll be me and us and this place and the thrill of knowing we could get caught like this.”
“I’m going to wring your shabla neck...”
“You don’t believe me?” The grin was audible. “Then prove me wrong.” Boss’s hands suddenly disappeared from Niner’s body and a shove between his shoulder blades causing the Omega lead to stumble into the rail. “Go ahead,” Boss stepped back with his arms crossed and a smug, controlling smile that Niner wanted to punch in with a vengeance. “Try to make it through the day without touching yourself. And if you can’t, I dare you to tell me you didn’t think of me once.”
Niner’s indignant, embarrassed scowl was ruined by his tucking himself properly in his fatigues. For a tense moment it seemed like he would actually strike Boss. Instead he gave a furious glare, spinning on a heel to stalking inside the building, trying to ignore the erection pulsing between his legs.
Untitled Niner/Boss bondage
I seem to have a weakness for tough guys working through control issues. I really need to start putting up more stuff with them, but I should also figure out what I’m doing and thus have an actual, coherent timeline.
Niner’s hands trailed down from Boss’s shoulders and to his wrist, coaxing them away from his body and back to the arms of the chair. “Before we write this off entirely, let’s try one more thing,” he said, just as the first restraint clicked back over Boss’s wrist. Boss’s hands fisted again, but he let Niner cuff the other arm all the same. Niner had to have seen the flash of fear in Boss’s eyes because he kissed the Delta oh so softly, trying to smooth the trembling that was starting up again.
“You trust me, don’t you?” Niner asked against Boss’s lips.
“Of course I do,” came the rough reply, “that’s not the issue.”
“Then trust that I’m not taking away your control. I’m just changing how you exercise it.” He leaned back, looking at Boss with dark eyes, patient and understanding. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Untitled Delta Squad on Boss/Niner
Boss tells the rest of Delta about his relationship and Fixer is an insular, needy puppy. I’m mostly satisfied with it, but it feels like it’s moving a bit too fast for my taste.
“And if I said you can either keep him or me?”
“Are you asking hypothetically?”
“Does it matter?”
Leave it to Fixer to ask all the hard questions... Boss pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to come up with the right words. “I’d still want to know why,” he said eventually. “I’d try everything I could to make it work out for everyone.”
“And if you couldn’t?” The pause lingered and stretched, but Fixer still persisted. “If I forced you to make that decision?”
“I...” Boss’s throat closed up briefly. “I’d be sorry I ever said anything. I don’t think I could make that decision.”
“I think you made that decision when you neglected to tell us.”
“Really? I thought I didn’t make that decision for that same reason.” He looked at his brothers, weariness in his face. “I was afraid to mention it before because I didn’t want to choose between him and all of you.”
Untitled Omega Squad, pre-Order 66
The thing I want to stress most about this pairing, as cracky as it is, is that despite the obvious emotion and reliance Boss and Niner have with each other, neither of them know what they’re doing and it sort of scares them. I don’t really know what I’m doing with this scene in the long run, but it does a good job of summing that idea up as Omega talks about their impending desertion and how Delta fits into it.
The three exchanged looks. “What don’t you know?”
Niner ducked his head, hands fisted against his thighs. “I don’t know if he’ll...”
And then they understood. It should have been obvious much earlier, but now they understood. They had assumed that Niner never talked about his relationship because he was private, because he didn’t feel it was appropriate, because maybe he was shy, because maybe he worried it unnerved his brothers. They felt foolish for never considering it might have been because Niner didn’t even know what his relationship was about. With Etain and Laseema it seemed so clear-cut. Darman and Atin loved their girls, wanted a future with them and knew their girls wanted the same thing.
Did Niner know what Boss wanted? Did either ever think about what their relationship with each other would turn into? For two people who routinely put their lives at risk, had they ever wondered what the future held for them or if it even included the two of them together?
Untitled Niner and Fixer fight
Eh, that’s a bit misleading, I think. Asides from the obvious porn, this is where my universe drastically veers off of canon- Darman and Niner are officially dead and are stuck in the Empire under assumed identities. Meanwhile, Sev is MIA, Scorch can barely tolerate Fixer, Boss essentially self-destructed and Fixer takes it out on Niner when they see him again. I’m still trying to divvy up how I’m going to cover all that.
Niner stood, body shaking from a burst of adrenaline. He rubbed the back of his hand over his chin, blood smearing over his jaw. “Udesii,” he said as soothingly as possible, trying to ignore the numerous eyes staring and the whispers around them. “Just calm down, vod, and we can talk-“
“I’m not your brother! I’ll never call a hut’uun like you brother!”
The former Omegas, unnerved and a little fearful at the strange, hateful version of Fixer, stepped back. “Fixer, please-“
“K’uur! Where were you? Why weren’t you there when he needed you most?”
Realization dawned on them that there were only two Deltas. Darman stiffened. Niner’s face went pale and he was almost unable to force out, “What happened to Boss?”
Untitled Boss and Clan Skirata
This was supposed to be a thing contemplating Boss’s accent verse the rest of Delta’s lack thereof. Somehow it ended up being mostly Boss hanging out with the women and sticking his foot in. It’s an amusing scene, I just wish I knew how to sandwich it.
Boss gave a little laugh, kneading at the soft dough. “I wouldn’t call myself his ‘boyfriend’.”
“Why not? Everyone knows you two are together.”
“Yeah, but that term makes it sound like I’m-“ he abruptly clicked his mouth shut as three pairs of eyes gave him an unamused ‘do go on’ look.
Atin and Fi snickered into their pilfered snacks. “Tread lightly, Boss. Tread lightly.”
“I mean,” he fumbled, trying to salvage both the situation and his hide, “’boyfriend’ has a very romantic connotation to it. We were brothers in arms before we were anything else and neither of us know how to be romantic anyway so the word doesn’t seem to work well for us...”
They continued to look utterly unconvinced, but Ny shook her head with a laugh. “Feel free to stop at any time.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Untitled Boss/Niner schmoop
Unrepentantly waffy. How this will ultimately connect to anything else, I have no clue and I also don’t care.
While it was amusing the way Boss was trying to wash his hair without moving his arms, Niner decided to offer a bit of mercy. He stepped into the shower stream, his hands weaving through dark, sudsy hair. “Move your hands,” he said, already massaging his fingers against Boss’s scalp. The other man fairly purred, leaning into Niner’s touch, hands resting on his hips.
He ran his fingers through Boss’s hair a few more times than he needed to, kneading the muscles running up his neck to the base of his skull. “Alright, rinse.” Niner guided Boss’s head under the water stream, attentively washing out the suds.
Afterward Boss nuzzled against his shoulder. “Keep me?”
Niner laughed. “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing already?”
“Keep me more?”
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Date: 2010-08-04 09:40 am (UTC)I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE YOU HAVE NO IDEA
how can I help (although possibly in the morning; I think I want to go to bed before 4 am just once this week)?
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Date: 2010-08-04 05:08 pm (UTC)What it really comes down to is two things- I need to figure out what exactly I'm doing with this and I need the semester to end :/ But I really want to keep the scene with Ted, Tim and Steph in. Because this is all about bringing awesome back, baby =D
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Date: 2010-08-04 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-05 09:12 pm (UTC)I am a huge fan of your Wreckers stuff (what of it I've been able to track down, anyway - just the stuff here and on FF.net), and I've been checking up here every now and again in the hopes that you hadn't left the fandom completely. I would love to read more of your work, whether it's some of these WIPs or older stuff that might be posted elsewhere that you might be able to point out. 'No Survivors' particularly has me intrigued - it's hard to find well characterised and deep stuff about the Wreckers anywhere, and if I'm being honest, one or two of the chapters of WWWALD had me pondering this sort of situation for quite some time. I'd love to see how you actually explored it. Also, I may still be craving Roadbuster fic after finishing WWWALD. He is awesome.
Anyway, I have rambled quite a bit, so may I just say once more, I love your work. Thank you for posting it, and I shall try to review properly in the future :)
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Date: 2010-08-05 10:10 pm (UTC)Anyway, I'm glad you're enjoying the Wreckers and I absolutely, positively encourage you to do your own Wreckers stuff! I'll even promise a review if you do =D I also have such love for Roadbuster, which is why I like doing mean things to him, I guess?
Anyway, if No Survivors does go up, it'll have to be in a week or two, once the semester ends and I've gotten my head back in order. And thank you for taking the time to drop me a line!
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Date: 2010-08-06 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-06 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-06 02:02 am (UTC)No pressure or anything, Tricut. Sheesh.
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Date: 2010-08-06 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-08-06 03:44 am (UTC)I admit that I'm terribly curious about the "Do No Harm" sequel, as well as "No Survivors" and "Some Gave All"
Awesome work, as always!
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Date: 2010-08-08 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-09 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-08 09:02 pm (UTC)And the death fics, Vortex/Springer, and Constructicon porn looked interesting too!
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Date: 2010-08-08 09:20 pm (UTC)