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crying-fantasies · 10 days

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Papercuts

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Linkin Park's Papercuts compels me to write and I haven't stopped since the 12th more or less in fear of having the inspiration blow away like a candle.

As a former Bayverse girly, you know how hard this one goes for me.

Here goes a little nothing of what is on the oven:

You have to set up some boundaries, it's about time and maybe a little forgotten by how things have been going, escalating bit by bit to finally snap on your face, at first it was endearing, how he could cradle you against his faceplate and neck, surrounded by warm living metal as he rumbled in the best way possible to forget the sensation of being smothered as he let's you rest above a fabric collection and pushing you to it with his mass displaced frame, big servos getting the job done before finally having his way with you.

There is no complaining in that part, of course not, it's on the way he just comes and scopes you up, and it's embarrassing given the curious eyes of the people in town and also because it can only last so much before someone notices what is really happening.

In all honesty, there is just so much he can take, all attention focused in that attire you're using, um, dressing.

So pretty, how it goes along your natural organic frame's crevices and curves, a little loose and a little too tight here and there, your expression is one of boredom, of exhaustion, but he can't really focus too much on it but in how the little trinkets shine just right if you even move to try and hold less weight on your uncomfortable looking ped protector that looks more like a weapon than a real shoe.

You are so pretty, all shiny, pretty and dangerous as sharp weapons lie at your disposition, his spark vibrates with excitement of having you in front of him, showing off in front of him even when he knows very well you're here against your own liking to please other organics, but that's just right, having you bless them with your presence is more than enough to die with a happy feeling, the light doing a fine job to make you stunning beyond belief.

Makes him so enamoured beyond himself.

Are this the so rumored bubbles or whatever the humans feels in their tanks? Is this it? He never wants for it to go away as you give him a tired look before someone talks in your direction, and his perfect viewing spot is broken as you go to that human with the grace of a soldier limping out of a murderous battle.

Of course, it's only a matter of time before everyone else starts looking at you too.

It goes along the tunes of the cries of his child, your voice adding to the chants of please, stop that get waved along your shouting, you calling out for his name as his child cries.

He can feel your minimum weight on his servo, how you are put meters above his, looking at him when he is offering you to monster, a monster that opens it's colossal mouth to devour you.

And that's what it does, right before his eyes, right after his actions, because he has sacrificed you just like that, with no second question, just doing what was asked.

There is no remorse, no emotion as you look at him, and it's all over as your weight is only a fleeting sensation on his pressure receptors.

An endless landscape is what greets you, it's a pacific morning, or as much as it can really be before your neighbor says his morning greetings, you don't blame him for the glitch in his vox that leads him to shout almost everything, just do a list in your day, take a moment to deliver some medical rations to help him with it.

But the morning still feels cold, your brain and body are in a war of tug in the prospect of waking up or staying in bed, it would be a very much easier decision if your partner was here in the first place.

You knew in what you're getting into before dating an early bird, but it's 5 a.m. and the sun is barely poking through the horizon, no heated blanket will prevent you from freezing.

In the end no decision is made as your partner returns to the berthroom and the first thing he hears is for him to return to your side.

He is still worried if he made the right choice, in the cybertronian record you don't exist or don't have enough importance above your kind, lost in a sea of normal citizens, by the same standard his sparkling doesn't exist, since Orion Pax doesn't remember him there is no way to stop an enforcer from coming to your door and seizing him down, as of he will ever let that happen, it'll be a pain to create an identification for the time his sparkling would want to go back to Cybertron in the future, it's natural and he would never stop his sparkling from the desire to know his roots, but it'll take time if his information is reliable enough, he is still worried about you.

What will you do from now on?

He can't still compute on his processor how you did this without killing yourself in the process, it isn't really that difficult for a cybertronian at least, all you need to do is basic chemical formulas and a little of inspiration to have one of these, but humans are different and, as far as he knows, you don't have a filter system or a lab to even begin with to do this kind of thing.

It's like jelly, like the things they had way before the war, it jiggles from one side to the other as he move it but returns to it's first form flawlessly, his optics can't stop looking at the shape that is never forgotten by the material, he hasn't refueled since the last cycle and his HUD is watching what he has in his servo with growing necessity.

It's just, he can't, he could never.

"You have been looking at that cube for an hour or so, what's so great about it?"

I'm not sure what to post first since there are some missing details before really finishing, no piece has a real order and I don't say the bots name's, so is secret, only luck will give away who is implied in there but it can also be noticed who is who.

#reader insert #x reader #transformers #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers x human reader

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crying-fantasies · 11 days

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No matter what everyone says, Optimus treated Rodimus like he was his own sparkling, to the point of using his status as acting Prime to create a new, and totally not nonsensical, shared title.

I would have loved to see this.

#rodimus #megatron #optimus prime #mtmte #transformers idw

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crying-fantasies · 11 days

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Husband material, you tell him what to do (as a joke) and he obeys (as a reality out of spite).

The husband ever, you won't be ignored

Robot-Han snarks about Robot-Luke to Robot-Leia.

#transformers #g1 #five faces of darkness #rodimus prime #arcee #springer #matrix of leadership

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crying-fantasies · 15 days

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Designation

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A designation is comparative to what human's name have, given by their human creator shortly after being born.

Most mechs are called after their developed physical abilities, so most cybertronians receive their designation, however, after a few cycles of their forge, it's customary to first see characteristics of the new spark in order to give a meaningful and accommodating name, suited for the new spark, of course they can change it once they reach adulthood (when their external armor has fully hardened) or even others around them can give a new designation, almost no cybertronian has the same designation (there are separated casesike the Tankors).

If the creators are out of the picture by any reason the one to name them is their mentor or any bot in charge, in the worst circumstances handled by the Senate which only gave codes for designations, those making it easy to storage and direct, there was a time when a designation was prove of a medium or high wealth.

Human designations, names, have always been a constant question for cybertronians, what is a Margarita? What is supposed to mean Ethan? And so on, searching the meaning of some in other ancient languages is fun but still not really fitting in some instances.

"You are telling me your name is Teofilo"

"That's right"

"But you don't believe in any god"

"Nop"

Humans are strange, and their designations too, because those don't make any sense, some see it quite rude from the human creators for not considering a real suiting name for their offspring.

Yet again, almost all Cybertronian's name are related to machinery, to car or engines, because it's a normal given due to their nature, and traduction leads to a similar thing in humanity most shared language, english, and it sounds funny in Chinese that oddly enough sounds like a strange vossian with a tint of kaonite if one squint hard enough.

When the first terraformers emerged their designations were a mixture of their abilities and human names, some have most of one side of the creators.

So we have names like Sunset Eve even when there is no real groundbreaking meaning in Cybertron's solar rotation every cycle, but back on Earth it is reported to be seen as breathtaking in some occasions or even homecoming, referred to a sparkling with fire abilities if only subsided a little.

There are names as Aquamarine, also name of a earthling gemstone, that in human meaning it represents happiness and hope (humans can be romantic like that).

Or Belial, a silly name for cybertronians since it can be misguided as the human word for internal tank or belly, when in reality it refers to a creature only comparable to Unicron's own spawn, when anyone asks the human carrier why to use such a name the human only smiles saying that the sparkling's audial structures, more times than not called horns by humans due to the similarities, made them remember of that demonic creature, when asking the cybertronian creator they only agreed with their conjunx.

Designations types, there are plenty out there.

#reader insert #x reader #transformers #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers idw #transformers x human reader #terraformer au!

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crying-fantasies · 15 days

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DUDE DID YOU JUST KILL SUNSTREAKER??!!! I JUST READ UR RECENT FIC AND OH MY GOD HOW COULD YOU. YOU RIPPED MY HEART OUT WITH YOUR EVIL BEAUTIFUL WORDS YOU MONSTER IM GOING TO GO CRY NOW FHFBGHXBSBBSB

Thanks for your kind words, but, nah, Sunny isn't gone, it's just when karma came to bite him in the face (because Oh my god is he awful, but I love him like that).

Like really, I think the only way to have this diva accept he has interest in an organic is having a revelation by Primus kind of near dead thingy.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers idw #tf mtmte #transformers x human reader #angst #idw sunstreaker #tf sunstreaker

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First contact blues

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A bond shared between spark siblings, twins, is like a river, a constant flow of energy, emotions, feelings, some have bonds so strong and hard that they can feel everything the other does, be it love, be it pain, to the point that is physical even when they are apart by a whole galaxy, other are like the opposite sides of a magnet, once a single being but now so different that sometimes they can't even share their bond to the fullest.

Then you have them, harmonious as they are, combative as they are, they make it work, they make it bare results, the coldness and bloodlust they share shines the brightest among the soldiers, there is no need for a heavy tank, there is no need for a fast speedster, they are the best gunners the Autobots ever had, so, imagine his disgust when Sideswipe's spark fluctuates with affection, seeking out and burning for a single touch while smiling your way, his feelings, his emotions, as expected, flow in their bond like heavy lithium, so sweet it's sickening, so kind it's full madness, all because he got a hold of a servoful of soft squishy that didn't scream at him, curious strange eyes that seemed to look at their bare spark, Sideswipe has show affection for others more than once, Sunstreaker has done the same on his and on his own terms, they have never been in the same page when it comes to mates or berth partners, and they respect that, and he should respect this one too, but it still angers him with no end when you look at Sides like this, so much affection while he smiles like a mischievous sparkling, you take a moment to return a similar smile, it's fleeting, like it didn't exist, so short and in fact as vain and useless as anything that comes from your own existence.

At first it takes some time to notice what is happening, he has to make a second glance in your direction to be sure about what is seriously happening before righteous fury builds on his processor, sure to blow him a gasket.

"You sure it doesn't hurt?"

Sunstreaker almost laughs after hearing you, Sideswipe hasn't such reservations, laughing sincerely from the spark when Sunstreaker should have made fun of you, he still wants to but prefers to shut the bond to stop filling it with happiness as a digit on Sideswipe's free servo gets that abhorrent thing called hair from over your strange organic optics, "you wouldn't hurt me even if you wanted to".

His brother was right, or in other moment that would be the case, as you are seated on Sideswipe opened mid arm armor doing Primus-knows-what on his internal circuitry, is in moments like these that he is sure if one of your greasy organic digits loosen at least a cable he could probably forget of firing a blaster ever again; this is so wrong, and Sunstreaker should do the right, sensible thing that is to call Ratchet and stop you from touching his brother in such way inside their shared habsuit, maybe you have infected him with something to this point.

Instead, Sunstreaker does the best next thing and more available for him, he shows up, not even knocking first because this is his fragging habsuit too, he doesn't care about the way you two visibly get startled by his intrusion, he could expect it from an organic like you, totally pinpointing it to your lack of proper EM field and not because you already know your way in the basics of their limbs to be focused on your work, but his brother? He almost takes it personal when Sideswipe's field covered your archaic one, protecting you and showing he had his defenses low in your presence.

Sideswipe has never been like that, not when they were forged and tossed in Kaon, not when they had to struggle in the city or in the war, what have you done to his brother?

At least he doesn't have to waste his words to have you gone, getting a surprised glance before getting back at what were you doing, patching whatever you were touching inside there before giving space for Sides's armor to close back again, flexing his digits, he has never seen those going so smoothly.

"Better?", You don't even want to see him, instead giving him your back and collecting those strange little tools that looked like a sparkling's first medical kit- is that a jar with dirt?

The scowl on Sunstreaker's face only deepens when Sideswipe moves his digits in front of him, showing off, "Much better, alright".

In all the exchange you say something about seeing them later, most likely only Sideswipe, but it gets over his brother helm as he keeps on showing off his new more faster fist, Sunstreaker on the edge even after you're gone, in any other circumstances, like before he got out of base in his personal search, or before he didn't talk with anyone after recuperating, you would have chastised Sides and tell him to leave his brother alone.

He hasn't heard a word out of your dermas directed to him since he got out of the brig, putting everything you had to say when he marched out that night, only receiving a comm from Sides asking what had he done, a message that repeated when he was finally awake and his frame was complete, perfect, once again, as it was all supposed to be; he believed, stupidly, that Optimus wouldn't need the humans anymore after everything they did, but you all had open invitation to the Ark.

You're mad, but it didn't stop you from coming back and still linger around them, one thing was to be a wandering thing around but now you even remained here more than once in the night cycle when you would go out before.

Sideswipe is mad, but he tries to cover for it, taunting him with stupid jokes to get a raise and be able to punch him with a reason good enough as self defense.

He's mad, because his space is intruded, because he has to see what his brother is up to, more times than not, spending time with you, going as far as to saying: "If you feel so lonely, why not go see Hunter?", before saying sorry, knowing how that point of his life is still a great problem for him to cope with.

They are mad, they've gone way more than just the expression of the word.

Majority try to look out for the swarm, the ones that can shoot back do so with gritted dentae, discharging their anger in every blaster or bullet used thinking that they're putting down another decepticon, think of other things away from it, just to be reminded of organic faces, smiling ones, strange water like optics looking at them with awe, before simply gripping what they can to charge off all the worry, he has seen Hound do it, Mirage too.

Jazz, as if his smile could no longer keep on in his usual facade of positiveness, only looks around, already on the edge, making continuous rounds in an effort to guard Optimus in his most debilitated state, they have hear him listen to human music, human words, and they know he is also worried by the humans they left behind to be arrested by their authorities, only expecting what is to come for them in the moment they realize the decepticons are there, or the moment the decepticons realize they're close to one another, or the moment humans start to get one point to another and notice some of them knew of the cybertronians already on the planet.

They have seen it happen more times than they could really want as Ratchet worries himself, thinking of Jimmy, Verity and Hunter, to what the enemy, human or decepticon, may do without anyone protecting them and the truth gets out, if it hasn't already.

First contact results, seems like it, when you worry in such a way for an alien race that has never been in a war as horrible as theirs, and fear for what is to come just because you weren't careful enough or because you couldn't stop yourself from a little diversion outside of the war, something to forget about it and everything you lost with whatever the new planet would bring you, just to see it gone in a sea of fire, if Magnus was here everyone that had contact with the humans or, Primus forbid, even took them to their base was going to be lectured to the Earth and back to Cybertron.

Sunstreaker should know, as he feels the nauseating feeling of dread and anger creep in his spark chamber before he gives Sideswipe a very well earned hit to the helm, because he doesn't want to be remembering you in this right moment, much less with a ground shaking fear that comes from a gun pointing your little helm, an image created by the sick imagination full of what if taking the worse turn possible because the gun on such image is Megatron's.

Not his problem.

Sideswipe may be short of an arm and his fuel is almost nonexistent, but he worries about you first as it was mandatory.

Sunstreaker hates it, because it drags him in, and he shares the image by how hard and how much Sideswipe thinks of it, combined with his natural talent of creativity, drawing a desolating future picture that has them both boiling the few energon they have left on their lines before he shuts the bond for good, before the bleeding spark of his brother tries to reach out again for comfort, he can't deny him.

"Keep your processor down for a few clicks or get away from me", there is no softness in his words as he remembers on his own, how they took Sideswipe's arm by force right in front of him, his brother gives him a look, "why are looking at me like that? I told you over the bond to stay near! It's not my fault you ended like this!"

It was enough molten anger to keep him going, he didn't need to think, he didn't need to remember.

It wasn't his fault that everything became like this.

"I never said it was", fear gripped his spark for a second, shutting down the bond faster than ever, his brother didn't seem to know or feel, only referring to his missing member while touching the fast work they had to do in order to prevent him from leaking to death, flexing his digits, proving once again the fruit of your progress, "I'm just... I wish I could've said see you later at least".

Sunstreaker wasn't know for his patience, in the past it was almost neverending for his own brother, but even now it was running quite dry when another image of you with a gun in your head appeared, "Just let it rest, Primus damn it".

Saying it, demand of such, is wishful thinking, Sideswipe is worried and also drags Sunstreaker down for other reasons, everything happens way too fast for his own liking but not for Sideswipe, for him this is going on so slow, like a sick torture.

One moment, he is looking at the betrayed expression of his brother, the other half of his spark, the next, he can't even feel his digits move, he can't activate his optics, fear takes his spark at believing he has lost all visual sensors and when he tries there's a huge desire to remain blind once again.

The body of his brother is what greets him when said sensors are, apparently, activate, he doesn't know how much time goes by, but he has long stopped trying to even reach the supposed carcass or the accusations coming from it before his solitary dementia takes a turn for the worse.

"Sunstreaker".

That isn't Sideswipe voice.

Air chokes on his ventilation system, bringing his real body back online if only for a moment, he can hear, see, and all around him is the destroyed bridge, the corroding frames above him, there is nothing, but the voice calls once again, he realizes it's coming from his mind.

"Do you think of anything else that isn't you?", your voice, this supposed voice of yours, comes from his databank, Sunstreaker knows you once said those words, but never with that little smile, the same you would give to Sideswipe all the time, the same you showed when he at least viewed you like a wild animal inside his home since you didn't do a mess around you, a glitch of his memories, corrosion has made it's way to his brain processor, he is sure, this isn't real, you never said those words like that, he tries to deny it, you've never talked to him in that way, words that sting but heavy with sweet softness, how long has it been since he heard another being talking, at least in his head? If this was the real you, he realizes, he would have been pleased to hear you, and once he focuses enough, he can see you, and it's fantastic, it's part of his broken mind but it will torment him anyway, "They all could've died".

Your smile is soft, your words sting, and he reacts in a defensive way.

"No one died!"

"Sideswipe could've died".

"He didn't die! I made sure of it!".

"Earth could've died".

The phantom of you is worst than any illusion created by a phobia shield, as it whispers in his audials, so near to him, your hands get near his faceplate and, as disgusting as he feels, his biolights are bright, his EM field sends a hot pleasurable wave when the expectation of touch after so long is almost a reality before you stop, centimeters before touching him, his spark cries out for contact after so long as he grunts in frustration, "I could have died".

"You didn't", conviction drips from his words, the need to move just a tad bit more, memories of your little organic servos touching and getting debris out with delicacy, as if you could damage him.

He wishes to have know how your skin felt, how it would have been without those gloves, so he could use it now, he gets to see your hands again, but they are rotten meat and bones in front of him.

Sunstreaker screams, he screams your name with worry, with sadness, with anger, there is nothing he can do to stop it as he tries to stop it with his servos as if stopping a leaking line it was.

Kill them all

Your voice isn't yours anymore, the way your eyes look at Sideswipe isn't there anymore, and the decaying of your body keeps on going as if you got the rust disease.

Sunstreaker wants to scream again, call for help, help for him, help for you, Sideswipe, Ratchet, Prowl, Ironhide, Optimus, someone, just someone.

Kill all the humans

He wants you to stop, wants to tell you it isn't true, yell it so hard his vocalizer malfunctions just to make you believe him, it wasn't him, he didn't mean it! He just couldn't forget it! He couldn't handle it any longer!

Kill all the humans for what they did to me

"I didn't-", regret is something he didn't need, tears are things he saw as part of the most weak, but he can't stop himself, "I didn't mean to- I didn't- I'm sorry-", and he sees it again, the image of you with a gun directed to your head, he can see now the reflection of his actions as now Starscream's blaster is pointing at you, Sunstreaker has little time to even form a word, try to move, or even think before the image is processed or before the blaster has already been shoot right in front of him, right through you.

All he can do is look at your moveless body in an ocean of hundreds at his pedes, in front of him, blood gushing out of them, to then realize the blaster is on his own servos.

It was an image that keeps repeating, over and over, a sickening response with no answer from you at his pleads to stop, to come back, and then you're no longer, a face putrid and lost in the corroding meat around.

As the real you is holding Sideswipe's servos in your tiny hands, hearing him lament his fallen brother with gritted dentae, holding back tears of ire and grief as he asks you to stay with him, stay where he can keep you safe when the images of your face are show in the TV as you were a criminal, footage of you being chased by Sideswipe in the week filled with angry in your own pettiness, but now there is so many people being questioned about strange driverless cars and why they were near them.

Optimus said he was sure your government would see reason and understand the situation, but you are human, you know your people better, you feel uneasy when they talked with the autobot leader, that strange doubt making a pit in your stomach, your family begging you to come back home, away from the aliens, pointing at them like they were the ones to destroy New York not long ago.

And Sideswipe, who always thinks first based on his instincts, holds you tenderly by your hands, almost begging you not to go because he doesn't trust them, because when he found Hunter he noticed, those machines were made by humans, were made to massacre your own, for what reason? Information? Subjugation? He doesn't know and he doesn't want to try his luck with what mess humans and decepticons could do.

Who is to tell if there isn't something bigger among the lines in front of you? Waiting for the moment you step on a trap, he has seen it happen so many times to so many good autobots before.

"Don't go", Sideswipe exclaims once again, his hold is gentle, warm, as he has always has been, but there is that new urgency, his usual mischievous tone is long gone and is replaced by genuine hurt, one you've never heard before, "don't go with them, stay here, I'll- I will take care of everything, you can't- I can't-".

His vocalizer is glitching, resetting more than once, he is hiccuping like one would do if the tears and sobs were overwhelming, it pains you to see him like this.

How could you leave him now?

How could Optimus tell you to go with Jimmy and Verity when you hug his soldier as far as your body can permit with a delicacy reserved for refined glass? The answer is simple, he doesn't, and he tells the humans so, because they can interrogate every human they had previous contact with if the questioned party wants so in the first place, and when they demand otherwise he only claims he bases it on humanity's own law system.

As if they wouldn't change it in their favor just to get a little more of information on the alien race.

Or even care when you make a run for it with them as their helms now have a price.

"I'm so sorry, Sides", sincere words bloom before he can stop you, or have the energy to do so, "I'm sure Sunstreaker is now in peace", your chant, your spell, goes long and beyond, and while the truth is heavy in his glossa there is a real truth he can't forget.

Sunstreaker tried to kill humanity.

And that true fact weights heavy on him as he chooses to destroy the idea of silence over the sincerity that wants to reach you from his spark, one that wants to tell you, knowing full well that he couldn't blame you if the final decision was for you to leave him too.

It's what he expects, it's what is going to happen, but even when your family tells you in shouts to come to them Sideswipe sees that look in your eyes, one that only brings him to peace as your hands take his servos with a force that doesn't seem to come from your body, "I'm here", is what you said, there is terror on your expression but you are trying to be strong for him, your body going as far as it can to embrace part of his faceplate, hold him together, "I'm not going anywhere, Sides".

Your words are true, until one day you try to clean, getting inside Sunstreaker's part of the habsuit, and find the lost cashmere blanket, tucked into a secret compartment in a delicate way even when it's torn in some places, not knowing what to do of it as the newly gifted hair clip starts to weight on you as if it is cursed.

Realizations take time in some occasions, this one took you long enough, years of obliviousness, years of living and learning of their culture to take your notice, the implications of it, and you don't know how to answer to it when Sideswipe calls your name from outside the habsuit, servos full of your things and his, ready to go to your new shared habsuit with your roomie in Autobot city.

#reader insert #x reader #transformers #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #angst #transformers idw #transformers x human reader #tf sunstreaker #idw sunstreaker #tf sideswipe #idw sideswipe

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crying-fantasies · 17 days

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Dance to impress

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This is a crime, a painful and merciless torture, every cell of your body is on fire and the alcohol on your glass is the partial igniter.

As for the main one, he is on the middle of the dancefloor, bots and humans around, everyone in their own bubbles of joy and kinetic energy, flowing with music which has long since gotten a more energized strike, taking you for surprised since it was supposed to be a night if soft music only, a place to be in your own element for as far as you could get it to extend, small conversation was the best to soothe your nerves, talking to the bot you were very much in love but didn't have the courage to say it, consuming alcohol to help you calm down, feeling the cold and pleasant flavor as a barrier for your whole concentration, it was a cowardly tactic all things considered but he didn't seemed to care, only moving his own glass full of some kind of orange energon with something floating in form of bubbles on the top, like jellied neon paint or something, when you asked about it he admitted that "it's high grade, a new and very nice one, with boba silicone pearls, has a really fittin' name too", while you were asking yourself how far human cuisine has affected the cybertronian he just got one of the balls on his intake, showing it seating on his glossa for your curious eyes to see before consuming it whole, no bite or struggle as it seemed and you could even notice it's descend by the almost imperceptible movement of the protomesh of his neck, almost purring: "lover's passion", as he smiled at your decomposed self, happy with your obvious reaction by his coquettish nature.

That's just how Jazz is, that's what your brain shouts at you, don't take this wrong, don't destroy one of the most, if not only, long and truthful friendship you've ever had, it shouts the same again when the music gets a more deep bass, a more electric flow before erupting in a powerful song, creating a perfect dancing environment, people around shout in pure and raw ecstasy, couples get to the dancefloor, Jazz smiles, it's almost a smirk by the way he bites a side of his derma by looking over his shoulder armor to the filling dance spot behind him, engines running hot by the prospective to let loose, his lips getting bitten by his flat dentae somehow adding a flow of arousal to your body with the aftershock of the rumbling music, he looks back at you, catching on how you see the individuals, couples or groups having a good time.

You're intimidated, not in your usual spot on a saturday's night, and he knows it, having been selfish enough to get you here in the first place to try and connect again, like old times, but, on this occasion, with a different objective in mind, so he doesn't tell you to engage, opting for going alone out there, confidence in every step as he makes a little hole for himself in the ocean of bodies, moving with the song in a way you would believe it isn't metal that makes his body but flesh, the way he just seem to make a show of it is eye-catching, makes a different kind of thirst that can't be satiated by your cold drink no matter how many times a sip goes down to your stomach.

If you can't dissimulate soon it would be evident, looking around isn't the answer and makes him kind of confused, pausing for a second before starting again, new movements centering your attention back at him, the lights on his chassis appear to be part of his own lightning show with his blue biolights, something you never knew he could do before, soon it catches the attention of others, they swoon over him, in the way he moves and how he flashes a smile your way while doing a strange movement with his hand that flies above your understanding but has some bots putting more interest in him.

Of course, it couldn't be for you, Jazz is a very wanted mech.

He is just trying to show you how good he dances, nothing more, nothing less, and you hate yourself for not having much confidence as you down another drink, it's sweet with a hint of acid flavor, goes down easily, such rich sweetness covering the real intoxication, ice numbing your tongue to the sharp sting of strong alcohol.

You should have know better, should have taken care of yourself better as you try to see bleary-eyed to the mech next to you, others call his name from where the dancefloor is still increasing with the music, did he stopped dancing, enjoying himself, to come look at you?

How do you get to embarrass yourself like this?

"Doin' alright here?", His voice is raised, still silky soft, you can see the light flicking on his armor, coolant on him showing how hot his lines are going, because Jazz loves to dance, you have know since a very long time, and now you're the reason he is saying goodbye to the disappointed patrons around, even the DJ is asking him to stay, but he refuses good naturedly while holding you on his servo just above his big chassis.

What couldn't you give to be sober in this moment? Run to save face, just above what is his supposed chest, you can still feel the fire running behind his armor, feel every vibration of his vox under the metal while he promises to come back another day when his usual rave friends can't make him stay.

As it is custom, it makes things to you and, is has always been since you noticed, makes the cap holding back the bottle full of unsaid things flies to the stratosphere while words flood from your drunken state.

It's stupid, how easy a "I love you" shows it's ugly head after years of denying it, a drunken admision that comes from your lips, from a very bad kept secret that spills like boiling water out of a geyser, said so ungracefully, as drool is coming back from your stomach, so out of your hold that is no surprise nothing much can be remembered the day after, safely tucked in bed with a migraine pill right next to you and a glass of water.

It wasn't a wild night, but somehow it also was, Jazz has to deny amicably another mech from his advances after yesterday, he knew that performing a mating dance, a seeker one on top of that, was going to attract attention, he ain't no seeker but since very young he has always thought the way a seeker would move to attract the attention of their intended was romantic with a tint of lust over it, being natural from Staniz, part of Polyhex, gifting music and low shiny cristal was what could be seen a custom, maybe flashing his lights in the right way if you want to really show off, but he knew humans did mate after dancing, so he used everything that he wanted onto his physical confession to pursue a deep relationship with you.

Not his luck, apparently, maybe he went over the top when he found you drunk next to your glass, apparently not knowing how half of the night went but not having the courage to aski him.

When Jazz hears you ask, timidly, embarrassed, if something happened yesterday, or if you did something stupid, he only smiles, but is that kind of smile that shows he knows something good but won't say it no matter how many times one ask.

"Everything okay"

You aren't ready to answer his feelings now, that's fine, he'll wait, content with your calm as a soft sigh is out of your mouth, relaxed body against his, making him repeat the "I love you" as many times as he wishes, burned it down for his databank to preserve, it's his secret and you can't get it away from him, if you do ask he will tell you, if you ask for him to delete it there is no way he is going to deny it, but you wouldn't be so cruel, not more than you're at the moment, denying him your love even when he's so ready to tell you about his in the most passionate way that he can, but as the song says: "time after time".

"What?"

"I enjoyed that one yesterday", there it is again, that I know something you don't smile, "we could go back-"

"No, not for me"

"Hum"

He doesn't pressure you for it.

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