5 TF IM 'Drabbles'
I've been doing a few drabbles on instant messengers for friends, so far they're all Transformers.Of note, I do use the term drabble very, very loosely... These are all TFs... and most of them are slashy... only 2 aren't...
Also, Master List has been updated. Finally. :P
#1
sideswipe/prowl - purple vibrator
Prowl searched for the red Lamborghini, having noticed his absence from the general milling about the battlefield.
He found Sideswipe crouched over an assortment of scattered parts, no doubt from some hapless Decepticon victim (Constructicon, according to the coloring). Prowl approached the warrior, optics bright with interest in what would hold Sideswipe's attention for so long. He couldn't see what the mech was doing, as the red back faced him.
As he approached the warrior, Prowl became aware of a muffled noise. Like machinery cutting on and off. Whirr. Pause. Whiiiirrrrr. Pause.
MMPH!
Hmm, that one sounded like a protest.
Prowl thought he should say something. at that point; "Sideswipe, what are you doing? You should have reported for clean up."
Sideswipe turned his head to glance toward the officer. "Come and see this, Prowl!"
MMMMMMPH!!
Whiiiiiiiiiir
Prowl hesitated, but only because of the mech that he was dealing with. He braced himself, doorwings flicking back to counter any surprise from the warrior.
Sideswipe crouched over what seemed to be the remains of Hook's boom and winch. They had been dismantled, the cabling removed. Prowl could see the wiringtrailing from Sideswipe's hands. He'd wrapped around something?
Whiiiiiiiir.
MPH!
The source of the strange noises, apparently.
Sideswipe sat back, and Prowl could finally see what the mech was holding.
Angry red optics glared up at Prowl. Cabling wrapped around a tiny purple frame.
Sideswipe's grin grew even bigger. "Watch what happens when I do... this." He pressed his finger to a particular juncture of seams.
Prowl's doorwings tilted back even further, and his jaw hinges went slack. "Sideswipe what the slag are you doing?"
Sideswipe's grin grew even bigger. "Watch what happens when I do... this." He pressed his finger to a particular juncture of seams.
Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir.
Sideswipe's entire hand vibrated with as the mech's pile driver motors activated.
MMMMPH!
“Look, he’s a vibrocon!”
Prowl still couldn’t find the words for what Sideswipe was doing.
Click.
Whiiiiiirr.
MMMMMMPH!
Click.
Whiiiir.
MMMPH!
Snickering in a way that only Sideswipe could manage, that mixed both mischeviousness and evil plotting, the red mech turned toward the officer and pressed the vibrating casseticon against Prowl's thigh.
Prowl stared down at the Decepticon touching his person. Somehow, he didn't think they had a regulation for Assault With Decepticon in their lists. Prowl might have to do something about that
Click.
Whiiiir.
MMPH!
Snicker.
#2
Blaster/Mirage/Fluff
Human station. Human music. Human noise. Human. Human. Human. Mirage slammed his hands down on the console, and let his head sag in frustration. For just that moment, he allowed his dignified composure to drop. He hadn't been aware that he was being observed.
A hand landed on Mirage's shoulder, making the noble mech jump. He whipped about, gun almost materializing in his hand. Blaster. Mirage let his hand drop, and straightened, determined to pretend that he had not been caught at anything less than his best. "Jamming your presence, again?" Not a complaint. Not when Mirage was known to walk around the base with his disruptor activated. Blaster grinned, but didn't answer. He flipped his hand out in a dramatic gesture, and a datachip appeared between his fingers. Then he waited. Mirage frowned at the proferred chip, and narrowed his optics in wary suspicion. "What is this?"
Dental plates flashed behind silver lips. "*This* would be the fifth Aria from the Seitzan Movement. Think there's some other stuff up there, too, but the Fifth Aria always seemed ta suit you."
Mirage's jaw hinge loosened, and he gaped in disbelief at the other mech. He would never have thought Blaster would have picked up--much less retained--a piece of what many called 'Elite Tripe'. So, reverently, he took the datachip and met Blaster's optics (something he rarely did with any of the crew). "Thank you." Blaster grinned again, and waved it off. Then he twirled about , and danced out of the room with the first rising stanza of the Fifth Aria blasting from his speaker.
#3
Jazz/Sides/Hug
Jazz tensed as a familiar energy field brushed against his own. He didn't look at the mech, but grit his dental plates. “I already sent every slaggin' officer packin'. Even Prowl. Wha' makes you think I won't do the same to you?”
“...Because...I'm not a soft spark like Prowl?”
Jazz's engine growl and he all but snapped; “They're not okay. If they were, we'da heard from them. They'd be here!”
Sideswipe didn't retreat after Jazz's verbal attack. Instead he leaned closer and put an arm around Jazz's shoulders. “I never said they were.” He put his other arm around Jazz's chest and pulled the saboteur close.
Jazz lay his head on Sideswipe's shoulder, and silently thanked the mech for ignoring the tears that dripped onto his shoulder. Bee and Raj would be all right, he told himself. A silent mantra he'd been keeping up between useless attempts at comfort.
Sideswipe still hadn't said anything. He just held Jazz close.
#4
Shut Up For Once You Fucking Bitch
"Whine whine whine. Gripe gripe. Moan. That's all he ever does all day. But you know, there are some days I wish Megatron would just slap him, y'know?"
"Pffffft, forget slapping him. Me, I just wanna grab him by his power conductors and throttle them close. Then I'll scream in his face, 'SHUT UP FOR ONCE YOU FUCKING BITCH'!"
"TSS!! Will you shut up before you get us in trouble! What if they *hear* you??"
Clang. "Rumble, Frenzy: television access denied for next megacycle."
"Oh man."
"Slag!"
"Continue: no television for next decacycle."
"Heeheehee."
"Oh, shut up Laserbeak."
#5
Prowl/Sideswipe/Puppy Kisses
"Sideswipe, what are you doing?" Prowl twisted his face away from the glossa determined to lap at his chin.
Sideswipe pulled away and tilted his head, his expression inscrutable. "Something wrong with what I'm doing."
Prowl frowned and narrowed his optics. He tilted his doorwings and mouth in a very 'I'm not even going to deign that with a response' manner.
"But, I'm just trying to say hiiii."
"A simple 'hello' would have sufficed."
"Well, where's the fun in that?"
Also, Master List has been updated. Finally. :P
#1
sideswipe/prowl - purple vibrator
Prowl searched for the red Lamborghini, having noticed his absence from the general milling about the battlefield.
He found Sideswipe crouched over an assortment of scattered parts, no doubt from some hapless Decepticon victim (Constructicon, according to the coloring). Prowl approached the warrior, optics bright with interest in what would hold Sideswipe's attention for so long. He couldn't see what the mech was doing, as the red back faced him.
As he approached the warrior, Prowl became aware of a muffled noise. Like machinery cutting on and off. Whirr. Pause. Whiiiirrrrr. Pause.
MMPH!
Hmm, that one sounded like a protest.
Prowl thought he should say something. at that point; "Sideswipe, what are you doing? You should have reported for clean up."
Sideswipe turned his head to glance toward the officer. "Come and see this, Prowl!"
MMMMMMPH!!
Whiiiiiiiiiir
Prowl hesitated, but only because of the mech that he was dealing with. He braced himself, doorwings flicking back to counter any surprise from the warrior.
Sideswipe crouched over what seemed to be the remains of Hook's boom and winch. They had been dismantled, the cabling removed. Prowl could see the wiringtrailing from Sideswipe's hands. He'd wrapped around something?
Whiiiiiiiir.
MPH!
The source of the strange noises, apparently.
Sideswipe sat back, and Prowl could finally see what the mech was holding.
Angry red optics glared up at Prowl. Cabling wrapped around a tiny purple frame.
Sideswipe's grin grew even bigger. "Watch what happens when I do... this." He pressed his finger to a particular juncture of seams.
Prowl's doorwings tilted back even further, and his jaw hinges went slack. "Sideswipe what the slag are you doing?"
Sideswipe's grin grew even bigger. "Watch what happens when I do... this." He pressed his finger to a particular juncture of seams.
Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir.
Sideswipe's entire hand vibrated with as the mech's pile driver motors activated.
MMMMPH!
“Look, he’s a vibrocon!”
Prowl still couldn’t find the words for what Sideswipe was doing.
Click.
Whiiiiiirr.
MMMMMMPH!
Click.
Whiiiir.
MMMPH!
Snickering in a way that only Sideswipe could manage, that mixed both mischeviousness and evil plotting, the red mech turned toward the officer and pressed the vibrating casseticon against Prowl's thigh.
Prowl stared down at the Decepticon touching his person. Somehow, he didn't think they had a regulation for Assault With Decepticon in their lists. Prowl might have to do something about that
Click.
Whiiiir.
MMPH!
Snicker.
#2
Blaster/Mirage/Fluff
Human station. Human music. Human noise. Human. Human. Human. Mirage slammed his hands down on the console, and let his head sag in frustration. For just that moment, he allowed his dignified composure to drop. He hadn't been aware that he was being observed.
A hand landed on Mirage's shoulder, making the noble mech jump. He whipped about, gun almost materializing in his hand. Blaster. Mirage let his hand drop, and straightened, determined to pretend that he had not been caught at anything less than his best. "Jamming your presence, again?" Not a complaint. Not when Mirage was known to walk around the base with his disruptor activated. Blaster grinned, but didn't answer. He flipped his hand out in a dramatic gesture, and a datachip appeared between his fingers. Then he waited. Mirage frowned at the proferred chip, and narrowed his optics in wary suspicion. "What is this?"
Dental plates flashed behind silver lips. "*This* would be the fifth Aria from the Seitzan Movement. Think there's some other stuff up there, too, but the Fifth Aria always seemed ta suit you."
Mirage's jaw hinge loosened, and he gaped in disbelief at the other mech. He would never have thought Blaster would have picked up--much less retained--a piece of what many called 'Elite Tripe'. So, reverently, he took the datachip and met Blaster's optics (something he rarely did with any of the crew). "Thank you." Blaster grinned again, and waved it off. Then he twirled about , and danced out of the room with the first rising stanza of the Fifth Aria blasting from his speaker.
#3
Jazz/Sides/Hug
Jazz tensed as a familiar energy field brushed against his own. He didn't look at the mech, but grit his dental plates. “I already sent every slaggin' officer packin'. Even Prowl. Wha' makes you think I won't do the same to you?”
“...Because...I'm not a soft spark like Prowl?”
Jazz's engine growl and he all but snapped; “They're not okay. If they were, we'da heard from them. They'd be here!”
Sideswipe didn't retreat after Jazz's verbal attack. Instead he leaned closer and put an arm around Jazz's shoulders. “I never said they were.” He put his other arm around Jazz's chest and pulled the saboteur close.
Jazz lay his head on Sideswipe's shoulder, and silently thanked the mech for ignoring the tears that dripped onto his shoulder. Bee and Raj would be all right, he told himself. A silent mantra he'd been keeping up between useless attempts at comfort.
Sideswipe still hadn't said anything. He just held Jazz close.
#4
Shut Up For Once You Fucking Bitch
"Whine whine whine. Gripe gripe. Moan. That's all he ever does all day. But you know, there are some days I wish Megatron would just slap him, y'know?"
"Pffffft, forget slapping him. Me, I just wanna grab him by his power conductors and throttle them close. Then I'll scream in his face, 'SHUT UP FOR ONCE YOU FUCKING BITCH'!"
"TSS!! Will you shut up before you get us in trouble! What if they *hear* you??"
Clang. "Rumble, Frenzy: television access denied for next megacycle."
"Oh man."
"Slag!"
"Continue: no television for next decacycle."
"Heeheehee."
"Oh, shut up Laserbeak."
#5
Prowl/Sideswipe/Puppy Kisses
"Sideswipe, what are you doing?" Prowl twisted his face away from the glossa determined to lap at his chin.
Sideswipe pulled away and tilted his head, his expression inscrutable. "Something wrong with what I'm doing."
Prowl frowned and narrowed his optics. He tilted his doorwings and mouth in a very 'I'm not even going to deign that with a response' manner.
"But, I'm just trying to say hiiii."
"A simple 'hello' would have sufficed."
"Well, where's the fun in that?"