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eaten_by_bears Give me a character, and I'll write a bit of either meta or fic on how they lost their virginity. Feel free to leave another prompt after I've answered your first one, and don't worry about limiting it to canons I'm familiar with. If I don't know, I'll make something up!
ETA: Have to go to work now, but keep the prompts coming, and I'll get to them later tonight!
ETA: Have to go to work now, but keep the prompts coming, and I'll get to them later tonight!
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Date: 2013-07-09 01:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-09 05:06 pm (UTC)So it started as a game of chicken. Cliff sat closer to him to annoy him. He moved closer still to show he wasn't bothered. That turned to putting their hands on each other. Then, "Why don't you sit in my fragging lap?" Then, "Maybe I will." Then feinting at kissing to freak each other out. Then taking it a step further and actually kissing. Then, "Why don't you just suck my spike?" And, well, the guy wasn't any better at turning down a challenge than Cliffjumper was. He even kind of resented the overload. It annoyed him to admit how good it felt.
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Date: 2013-07-09 05:13 pm (UTC)Also that is 100% in character for Cliffjumper and I love it. Also it's hot.
Thank youuuu <3
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Date: 2013-07-09 06:05 pm (UTC)I hadn't thought of it being Sunstreaker, but you're right, the shoe fits!
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Date: 2013-07-09 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-09 06:04 pm (UTC)***
He'd been fascinated by Springer practically since he came online. It didn't hurt that one of his first sights in the universe was Springer dropping out of the sky to punch out an Air Warrior in mid-flight.
He followed him around. Picked up his mannerisms. Taught himself to launch off of any available inclined surface so he could fight in the air too. And if there wasn't anything to launch off of, he'd climb and jump. You could chalk up the openness of his admiration to his youth, but the truth was he didn't get any more subtle when he got older. Springer didn't mind, anyway. It was kind of nice having someone around who could appreciate him. And he couldn't say when it was, but at some point Roddy stopped being just the tag-along kid. He could handle a rifle nice. And as he got more practice with his body, he developed a kind of grace, even when he was jumping back from an oncoming missile.
And, well. The whole planet was gray and dead. It felt good to see something bright.
So one day, they took a little longer on patrol than usual. They didn't have much time, or a berth, but quick-against-a-wall is a valid approach, and Roddy took to it like a dynametal duck to Newtonian fluid.
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Date: 2013-07-09 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-10 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-10 03:00 am (UTC)So. Um. TFA Bulkhead?
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Date: 2013-07-15 08:42 am (UTC)It was one of the seasonal workers, earning credits by helping out Bulkhead's creator during harvest time. They worked side by side in the fields, draining the solar cells, carting the raw fuel down the long, busy road to the processing plant. It was hot work, but the nights were blessedly cool.
They slipped out into the fields together to talk, to lay under the stars. Bulkhead would talk about how he wanted to work on space bridges someday, and this guy really seemed to listen, even if he didn't get the jargon. They'd lay side by side. Then one would offer an arm around the other, a chest to rest on. Then they'd kiss. Eventually they were sharing energy, the smell of ozone mixing with the sweet scent of the ripe energon, just as intoxicating.
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Date: 2013-07-15 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-15 09:50 pm (UTC)