International House of Passion
Title: International House of Passion
Verse: G1
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Ironhide, Optimus; IronhidexOptimus Prime (IH/OP)
Word Count: 345
Warnings: Crack?
Summary: Ironhide and Optimus are going to star in a commercial.
Notes: *points at spacehussy* THIS IS HER FAULT. Her and this picture. If you get the joke, you rock.
“I feel like I’m missing something here.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah!” Ironhide groused, throwing his arms over his head. “I mean look at this place!”
Optimus cast his optics across the scene, locking on a human that appeared to be struggling with a styrofoam strawberry that was more than three times his size. The Prime mercifully plucked it from his arms. “I admit it is a bit strange…” he mused over the human’s thanks. “But it does have a purpose.”
“And what purpose could there POSSIBLY be for sittin’ the two of us atop a giant, plastic stack of pancakes?”
“To enforce a positive public image and also to raise the funds necessary to pay for the damage that you caused on the interstate last week,” Optimus explained, optics flickering in amusement as he peered at the red soldier over the large, fake fruit.
“Hey!” Ironhide protested. “That wasn’t my fault! That fragger cut me off!”
“Well his insurance company seems to think it was yours.”
Ironhide’s arms crossed over his chest with a huff, restraining the feeble pout that wanted to sneak across his face.
Optimus set the strawberry on top of his legs, freeing his hand so he could rest it on his lover’s shoulder. “Come now, this isn’t that bad,” he told him, squeezing the red shoulder. “Just an hour or two filming a simple human commercial and we’re done.”
“Yeah, I know, I know,” the red mech groused, struggling to contain that blasted pout that was pulling at his lips. “I just don’t understand why we’re doing this one. There’s gotta be another company willing to use us in a commercial!”
“I’m sure you’re right, but this will do just fine,” Optimus told him, optics glittering. “After all, Jazz was very adamant that this was the perfect choice for us.”
Finally, the pout slipped free. “I just wish I knew what he found so slagging funny.” He huffed. “Pancakes? Really? What the frag is so funny about an IHOP commercial?”
Optimus’s shoulders shook almost unnoticeably with contained laughter. “We may never know,” he sighed dramatically.
Verse: G1
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Ironhide, Optimus; IronhidexOptimus Prime (IH/OP)
Word Count: 345
Warnings: Crack?
Summary: Ironhide and Optimus are going to star in a commercial.
Notes: *points at spacehussy* THIS IS HER FAULT. Her and this picture. If you get the joke, you rock.
“I feel like I’m missing something here.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah!” Ironhide groused, throwing his arms over his head. “I mean look at this place!”
Optimus cast his optics across the scene, locking on a human that appeared to be struggling with a styrofoam strawberry that was more than three times his size. The Prime mercifully plucked it from his arms. “I admit it is a bit strange…” he mused over the human’s thanks. “But it does have a purpose.”
“And what purpose could there POSSIBLY be for sittin’ the two of us atop a giant, plastic stack of pancakes?”
“To enforce a positive public image and also to raise the funds necessary to pay for the damage that you caused on the interstate last week,” Optimus explained, optics flickering in amusement as he peered at the red soldier over the large, fake fruit.
“Hey!” Ironhide protested. “That wasn’t my fault! That fragger cut me off!”
“Well his insurance company seems to think it was yours.”
Ironhide’s arms crossed over his chest with a huff, restraining the feeble pout that wanted to sneak across his face.
Optimus set the strawberry on top of his legs, freeing his hand so he could rest it on his lover’s shoulder. “Come now, this isn’t that bad,” he told him, squeezing the red shoulder. “Just an hour or two filming a simple human commercial and we’re done.”
“Yeah, I know, I know,” the red mech groused, struggling to contain that blasted pout that was pulling at his lips. “I just don’t understand why we’re doing this one. There’s gotta be another company willing to use us in a commercial!”
“I’m sure you’re right, but this will do just fine,” Optimus told him, optics glittering. “After all, Jazz was very adamant that this was the perfect choice for us.”
Finally, the pout slipped free. “I just wish I knew what he found so slagging funny.” He huffed. “Pancakes? Really? What the frag is so funny about an IHOP commercial?”
Optimus’s shoulders shook almost unnoticeably with contained laughter. “We may never know,” he sighed dramatically.