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P.S. I Love You Part 3P.S. I Love You Part 3 by miraibaby
Minor slash warning, shounen-ai content.
He wandered the halls, contemplating what was said to him, not sure what he would do as he let his feet carry him where they pleased. He sighed, feeling confused and even more embarrassed than he had been before he talked to his superior. He wished slightly that he could go back and erase what he had done, for he was sure that the cop had managed to see past his words.
Jazzs mind kept flitting to different circumstances and with every new thought it made him more and more uneasy about what he had wanted to do. Only a tiny portion of his conscious told him that Prowl would accept what he wanted to tell him, while the rest of him was filled with doubt and regret. The Porsche wanted badly to tell Prowl how he felt, but was afraid of the consequences, afraid that his feelings would tear apart their friendship.
That wont happen, argued a voice in his head; did robots have consciences
P.S. I Love You Part 4P.S. I Love You Part 4 by miraibaby
Minor Slash warning, Shounen-ai content.
The ark was in chaos as Prowl raced out of the Medbay, Ratchet staying behind to tend to Ironhide. Autobots were running here and there as shots were fired, echoing in the large room. A missile flew past the cop and he dove for cover back into the Medbay entrance as the explosion rocked the old volcano from top to bottom. Looking up he saw a Seeker disappear around the corner toward the entrance to the base, followed by Hound, a large piece of the Seekers wing in his grasp.
Status report, soldier! Prowl yelled at the army mech as he came out, his optics scanning for danger. He noticed that the old base was damaged, but he saw no more action nor any danger. Looking toward the bases entrance, he saw no more Decepticons in the base at all.
Decepticon Seekers attacked, Hound stated the obvious as he dropped the piece of Thundercrackers wing that he still
P.S. I Love You Part 5P.S. I Love You Part 5 by miraibaby
Mild Slash warning, Shounen-ai Content.
Jazz? Can you hear me?
The sound of a voice was faint to Jazzs audios, like the speaker was speaking through a mile-long tunnel. Jazz was weak and disoriented, not sure where he was. His body felt limp and wouldnt readily respond to him.
His head throbbed heavily as his circuitry slowly came back online, trying to orient itself.
Jazz? the voice came from a lot closer this time, actually more like right behind him. He tried to turn his head, but found only pain as he tried.
He went back to looking forward, his optics still working on adjusting to the dim light in the room. Red? Jazz muttered, his audios finally recognizing the faint voice.
Yeah the young security director mumbled. Jazz noticed that Red Alerts voice sounded strained, as though he had been recently strangled, the vocal receptors broken in places.
Holiday OPxBee FluffChristmas was a time for good holiday cheer, and all of the Autobots had taken to it quickly, in the new humanoid forms. Even with the second squadron that had showed up, their holiday cheer, as the humans called it, did not falter.Holiday OPxBee Fluff by runyasan08
Except for Optimus Prime. With each passing day, he seemed to grow more cold, towards the holiday and his fellow Autobots. It was something that none of his comrades could miss or prevent from affecting them in some way. And the one that managed to get it worse was Bumblebee, and after, he started to avoid Optimus, only to make the leaders mood worse. It was from that point that Jazz started to plot; there was no way Bee could do it alone. They were a team, and if they had to drag their leader along kicking and screaming, they would.
I think that'd put him in even worse temper, Prowl said satirically, raising an eyebrow as he peered at Jazz from beneath the towel on his head. The First Lutenient sighed, shrugging at the other A
chilly.If there was one thing Jazz thought he could get used to in this new form, it would have to be watching Prowl sleep. He couldnt have explained why he enjoyed it, but the sight of the normally over-analytical AB just resting seemed to calm his nerves as well. If things were under control enough for Prowl to recharge (except in this form, it was called sleeping) then things were cool enough for Jazz to relax. He thought that maybe, he wouldnt be able to adjust as easily to the sight of Prowl's biodroid form resting, but somehow, it was just as normal as if he saw the mech sleeping in the same place. 'Which makes no sense at all,' Jazz chided himself, walking further into the room. His eyes remained focused on Prowl's sleeping form, even as he toed off his shoes and pulled his shirt off. The December air had made the base chilly, and Jazz was certain he would be a sight warmer cuddling with the already warm Prowl under the comforter.chilly. by runyasan08
Jazz made sure to keep quiet as he crept up
two hundred forty-six timesHe had resorted to avoiding Jazz.two hundred forty-six times by runyasan08
If the Porsche was in a room, whether it be the main control room or the medbay, Prowl would always find an excuse to be in a completely different area. As long as he could help it. There were things that he couldnt ignore, like Optimus' orders or a particularly nasty injury that couldnt wait to be tended to. But at those times, he had something to focus on besides Jazz.
Jazz and his new habit of throwing every pick-up line Cybertron and Earth had combined at the second-in-command.
At first, it was a shock, to walk into the control center and be greeted by If you were a laser, youd be set on stunning. A twitch had been enough to show the other Autobot that it had been enough, and Prowl was damned sure that Jazz had started stalking him after that! Everywhere he went, Jazz was waiting with a new and more ridiculous line every day. It became almost routine for the rest of the base, but Prowl had been trying with all of his c
Unconditional LoveA little bit of medic/engineer fluffiness. Nothing graphic or decriptive, but it's still slight slash. Those who can't handle it don't read.Unconditional Love by Straws-of-Death
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Ratchet sighed as he finally made it back to his quarters. Such a horrible day it had been. The battle with the Decepticons had not gone well, but since when they ever go well? It turned out to be the same old same old. The Autobots intercepted, the Decepticons attacked, the Autobots got slagged, and they ended up in his medical bay. He fixed them up, he gave them stern lectures, they waved him off, and went back to get slagged again.
How many times have those twins ended up under the scalpel for their sheer stupidity? How many times had Ironhide ended up on his table for throwing himself in front of Optimus Prime? How many times had Jazz been under his care for botched up infiltration missions? How many times had he needed to repair Wheeljack for his blasted faulty inventions?
Ratchet was incredibly under appreciated, or so he felt. No one
Hidden PassionsSubject: The TransformersHidden Passions by Straws-of-Death
Pairing: One sided Starscream/Megatron
Summary: Starscream finds himself in the abandoned section of the Decepticon base for patrol. Fear closes in, but slight comfort can be found in the form of the tyrannical Decepticon leader.
Warning: Slash. No matter how one sided it is its still slash
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The darkness in the Decepticon base in the A.M. hours was stifling. Every light except those in the bridge and security chamber being off to preserve power. For some, the darkness posed no big deal. Yet for a few trapped inside during the night, the darkness brought with it a feeling of confinement and claustrophobia. The Seekers were no exception to those feelings, and Starscream had to admit he felt it the worst.
He was on patrol in the lower corridors, the ones not used due to flooding. On patrol for what reason he couldnt quite fathom. The Autobots couldnt get inside, the elevator was on lock down until dawn. They couldn
Whipped Cream-for raidenprimeThe medical bay was very quiet that evening. The Decepticons had kept mostly to themselves, none of the Autobots had done anything stupid, the only residents in the medical bay had been normal check ups and standard vaccinations. Ratchets last patient of the day was sitting before him, back turned towards him, as the medic checked over his spinal relays for any problems.Whipped Cream-for raidenprime by Straws-of-Death
Stiffness or locks?
Ratchet eyed the black and white mech in irritation. The visor hid many things, but even Ratchet could tell that he was staring off into space. Are you even listening to me?
Ratchet sighed, letting out a puff of air from his vents, and clocked the black helm with his scanner. Yeow! What did ya do that for?
Because I can. Actually pay attention Jazz, this is your health were talking about.
Jazz smirked cutely, wiggling on the medical berth. Yo
SeparationSubject: The TransformersSeparation by Straws-of-Death
Genre: Romance, Comfort
Pairing: Jazz and Prowl with a little bit of Bluestreak comfort.
Summary: Seperation of new bondmates can be a torturous thing.
Warning: Slash. Not graphic, but still slash.
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All by myself Dont wanna be all by myself anymore
Jazz sang along solemnly to the music that gently flowed from his sound system, as he lay splayed out on his recharge berth. It perfectly described his feelings at the moment. He was lonely, depressed, and oh, how he longed for someone to just be with him. Jazz hated the silence, the solitude. The music barely did anything to cure his anxious yet depressed state, no matter what the genre; even the beautiful voice of Celine Dion could do nothing to quell his desire for contact.
What would make the normally upbeat, happy go lucky Jazzman so hopelessly dispirited? His concerns and feelings, thats what. Things had not been going well on Cybertron, the female Aut