Transformers (Soundwave/Blaster)
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kinkfestTitle: Stationed
Author: Apathy
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None! Apparently, I got this confused with the springgen challenge.
Word count: 273.
Prompt: Soundwave/Blaster: Dirty talk, phone sex - "sweet music from no one"
Summary: For the 4309479th week in a row, Fraternising with the Enemy is top of the charts.
A/N: Actually posting on time. HOLY POOWEASELS, BATMAN.
However, this is outweighed by the fact that there is no creepy monotone phonesex, for which I sincerely apologise. I was looking forward to it, too. :( *vows to write creepy monotone Soundwave porn at a later date*
Static hisses, interspersed with garbled snatches of sound that are only distinguishable to the specialised audial.
Any eavesdropper would just think him bored, spinning his dials. And, to an extent, they'd be right. But it's also the latest chapter in a long tradition of one-upmanship during long, tedious, lonely comms shifts. The current battleground is human music, trying to find the funniest or most off-putting or just plain weirdest of whatever Earth's got on offer at any given nano-klik.
At the moment, Barry White is informing Soundwave that he can't get enough of his love, babe. Not the most imaginative gambit ever, but songs with strong emotional or romantic themes tend to leave the 'Con uneasy. Soundwave doesn't seem overly fond of songs with lyrics in general, apparently being a 'deck of so-called "refined" tastes.
Hmph. No sense of fun, is more like it. Mech needs to loosen up.
'Come on,' he mutters. 'Hit me with your best shot.'
He's rewarded with a blast of...
Marilyn Manson?
Whoa. All shock, indeed.
A traitorous grin creeps across his face. Didn't know you had it in you, man.
He doesn't think he said it out loud, but he must've, or maybe ol' Soundwave's more psychic than he lets on, because that laugh filters down through to him, eerie and cold and so perfectly synthesised that he can't help but shiver.
Okay. He'll concede the first round to Soundwave, but the next one has Blaster's name written all over it. He just happens to know of a small community station that's about to start playing an all-night yodelling marathon....
He cracks his knuckles. 'Bring. It. On.'
Author: Apathy
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None! Apparently, I got this confused with the springgen challenge.
Word count: 273.
Prompt: Soundwave/Blaster: Dirty talk, phone sex - "sweet music from no one"
Summary: For the 4309479th week in a row, Fraternising with the Enemy is top of the charts.
A/N: Actually posting on time. HOLY POOWEASELS, BATMAN.
However, this is outweighed by the fact that there is no creepy monotone phonesex, for which I sincerely apologise. I was looking forward to it, too. :( *vows to write creepy monotone Soundwave porn at a later date*
Static hisses, interspersed with garbled snatches of sound that are only distinguishable to the specialised audial.
Any eavesdropper would just think him bored, spinning his dials. And, to an extent, they'd be right. But it's also the latest chapter in a long tradition of one-upmanship during long, tedious, lonely comms shifts. The current battleground is human music, trying to find the funniest or most off-putting or just plain weirdest of whatever Earth's got on offer at any given nano-klik.
At the moment, Barry White is informing Soundwave that he can't get enough of his love, babe. Not the most imaginative gambit ever, but songs with strong emotional or romantic themes tend to leave the 'Con uneasy. Soundwave doesn't seem overly fond of songs with lyrics in general, apparently being a 'deck of so-called "refined" tastes.
Hmph. No sense of fun, is more like it. Mech needs to loosen up.
'Come on,' he mutters. 'Hit me with your best shot.'
He's rewarded with a blast of...
Marilyn Manson?
Whoa. All shock, indeed.
A traitorous grin creeps across his face. Didn't know you had it in you, man.
He doesn't think he said it out loud, but he must've, or maybe ol' Soundwave's more psychic than he lets on, because that laugh filters down through to him, eerie and cold and so perfectly synthesised that he can't help but shiver.
Okay. He'll concede the first round to Soundwave, but the next one has Blaster's name written all over it. He just happens to know of a small community station that's about to start playing an all-night yodelling marathon....
He cracks his knuckles. 'Bring. It. On.'
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Date: 2007-07-28 05:12 pm (UTC)Huzzah for fraternization!
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Date: 2007-08-01 04:49 am (UTC)More fraternisation! MORE, I SAY!
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Date: 2007-07-29 11:52 am (UTC)...darn you. XP
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Date: 2007-08-01 04:50 am (UTC)*adds it to the list*
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Date: 2007-08-01 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-08-01 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 09:54 pm (UTC)Glad you wrote this, and I'm sorry it took me a while to catch up with everything. Very nicely done. (And dude, Pat Bennetar reference! Squee!)
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Date: 2007-09-03 04:08 pm (UTC)Yes, but are they going to Wang Chung tonight? :p
And dude, Pat Bennetar reference! Squee!
You know Blaster loves it. *g*
Glad you wrote this, and I'm sorry it took me a while to catch up with everything.
Thanks! And hey, no prob -- it's taken me more than awhile to reply, so we're even. ;)
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Date: 2007-10-04 05:07 pm (UTC)I love this idea, srsly. There needs to be more enemy fraternization.
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Date: 2007-10-04 08:24 pm (UTC)