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Darn you Shibara!! WHY DO I FEEL THE NEED TO WRITE THEM NOW! WHY!!!
She made me do it. <.<
Complete and unrepentant crack. Shield your eyes! More Housewife!Percy ahead!
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Soundwave was lounging on the obscenely soft armchair in Perceptor's quarters when the scientist came back from the lab for the evening. The wars end was no need to halt progression, after all. There had been a shift of focus, and they'd kept going, barreling through problems with the combined force of an avalanche.
Which made Perceptor more tired, to be sure, but also more... enthusiastic in his attentions.
When the red mech walked through the door, bidding whomever he'd walked with goodbye, Soundwave reclined himself a little more, making sure to present his profile appropriately, tilting his helm back and retracting his mouthguard and visor for his customary greeting kiss only to have Perceptor stomp right past him and into the fueling area. Whipping his apron off its hook and tying it on with a perfectly symmetrical bow, turning to face Soundwave with his finger already pointed.
Preemptive strike. He needed a preemptive strike.
“Soundwave: Glad Perceptor is home. Attentions: Sorely missed.”
There. There was no way Perceptor could turn that against him.
“So you’re saying that you were just waiting for me to come home so you could have an interface? Is that what I’m hearing?”
How the frag-
“Because I refuse to be some interface toy! I’m a mech! With feelings, Soundwave, and needs just like any other Cybertronian! What if I just wanted to cuddle with you on the berth? Does everything have to be about interfacing with you?!”
He stopped, wrapping one arm around his middle, the other coming up to cover his nasal ridge and mouth. Venting in heavily as if he was fighting back tears, and Soundwave sprung to his pedes, arms outstretched to catch ahold of Perceptor’s arms.
“Soundwave: Didn’t mean-“
His arms were shaken off, Perceptor going into full blown tears and wails. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you interface me on the battlefield that one day! I see it now, I’m just a trophy! Something you can show off to your ‘buddies’! Good for satisfying your needs and nothing more!”
Perceptor flopped down in a chair, face buried in his hands. Coolant dripping between his fingers and running down his arms onto the apron.
Soundwave just stood there, bewildered, for a klick before just dropping to one knee and putting an arm around the scientist, stroking his helm with the other. “Soundwave: Knows Perceptor isn’t an interface toy. Soundwave: Would be happy to ‘cuddle’ as much as is wanted. Perceptor: Not some trophy mech. Soundwave: Loves Perceptor.”
Perceptor lifted his head from his hands, vents hiccupping, optics still half full of coolant. “Do you mean that?”
“Soundwave: Means every word.”
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>.>
I... may need to stop drinking.
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It makes me want to write Frenzy/Bluestreak. But I can't think of plot. lol.
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I could prompt you! I NEEDS ME SOME F/BS! And I just realized that makes it look like fucking bull shit. I'm so random right now.
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Prompt away. =D =D =D =D
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OH. BOY. *rubs hands together*
"Get your finger OUT OF THERE!"
"It ain't the size baby, it's how you use it!"
"Your left pede is green! If you aren't symmetrical I refuse to do anything with you."
"I didn't think it would get STUCK!"
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Which is precisely why they make them with tentacles. They know us fangirls will shove them somewhere they aren't supposed to go. It helps toy sales. XD
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