Second Chances

alternatively send ’ ▼+ reverse ’ for my muse to straddle / sit on your muses lap.

Drift had been sitting in a chair, bent over one of his swords with a sharpening stone in hand. He always liked to take a little time during his down times to maintain his blades. He sheathed the one he was working on just in time to be whisked into familiar sturdy arms. He practically melted into the kiss and placed his servos onto Ratchet’s sides. “Hmm, I think I could forgive a dirty old man if I could get another kiss.” He gave him a cheeky grin and leaned in for another kiss.

"I'd probably never stop, if we both didn't need to be all responsible. Are you busy right now, or might I steal you away to the observation deck for a while?"

Been rewatching buzzfeed unsolved and I think these two should go ghost hunting

Hot Rod sniffled. “Y-yes. But I’m not s’posed to go anywhere with strangers.” He looked at the mech. “How come you look familiar?”

“…. jesus christ.”

“If it’s any consolation, not every Cybertronian has the same equipment, so you may not have one. I assume this form is temporary, so you shouldn’t have to worry too much about interfacing activities... unless you want to that is, which, it’s perfectly fine to be curious.” Is he helping?

what am i being asked??

“I would believe that, a c t u a l l y,” the medic quipped, a little grumble to his tone. But nothing with any serious bite. He sighed, giving a resigned look. “Come here, let me remove it. It can’t be very comfortable. You gotta be more careful about these things! I know it’s just a dent, but jeeeeez. I worry about you.” 

“You don’t have to worry about me, Aid. I’m not that fragile.” He grinned. “Hey, promise you won’t tell Ratchet about this one? He chewed my aft out the last time I went untreated, I don’t wanna deal with the grumpy old mech right now.” He chuckled softly. 

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“So, dinner and dancing, huh?” Rodimus shouldn’t have been surprised by such a traditional date idea from Drift, all things considered. He just had never really thought of his friend as a dinner and dancing kind of mech. “I thought you’d be the race and chase kind of date.”