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@faultfindingfirebot
[FLOP]
"OOF!"
This is red on red violence. Fortunately for Heatwave, Cliff isn't in a mood to retaliate. Instead he just groans, still laying sprawled on the warm grass, and aims a blind swat at the other bot's helm. "Slagger."
“A slagger bearing snacks.”
Heatwave pulled out an insulated bag of cold energon gels and set it on Cliffjumper’s chassis. “So be nice...” He popped a gel into his intake and held another one just above Cliff’s. “And open up, Tex.”
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Green optics wide in fascination, Pearl watched her carrier gently explore her sire’s dentia.
“There’s a little patch of discoloration on this one,” Heatwave barely grazed one of High Tide’s dentia plates with the tip of his digit. “Is that that one that hurts?”
“Yeah ih is,” even though High Tide may have slightly whinced at the slightest touch, he also wanted to confirm... Well, as vocally as possible. “Is ih bah?”
Pearl had wandered closer while the two were talking and was attempting to climb into her carrier’s lap to get a closer look at the action.
Heatwave released High Tide’s jaw and wiped down his servos before scooping Pearl into the crook of one arm.
“I’m no expert, but if it hurts that much with a tiny touch, I’d say it isn’t great.” Pearl leaned forward and bapped her small servos against the glass covering her sire’s chest. “Papa not gate?”
Heatwave chuckled, “Papa is more than ‘gate’ he just has an owie.” Pearl’s optics went wide once again and she dug into her shallow little subspace, pulling out a servoful of human sized bandaids and Cybertronian mesh patches, she offered them out to her ailing sire with a serious look on her faceplate. “Need?”
Heatwave’s alone at the moment, cleaning up around the bunker while keeping an audio sensor tuned to the dispatch frequency.
The last few weeks have been wild; school starting back up, emergency calls left, right, and center, and stormy weather disrupting it all.
It was a relief to settle in and actually do some ‘boring housework’ for a while.
Tetra helps with loading up her trailer as she listens to Heatwave deal with his team of Rescue Bots. She accepts the box from the mech and smiles.
"Sounds good. I will go back to town and get these delivered. I will see you all back at the firehouse." she states.
The avatar puts the last package into her trailer, which she secures, then she has it hop back into the cab and powers off toward town. She memorized all the addresses so all she has to do is look at the map to find the streets, then look for the house numbers. From there its a package at a time delivery.
Heatwave followed the tow truck back toward the center of town and pulled in at the firehouse. Once they were inside the garage, Kade called over to the hospital to make sure that Jerry was recovering and to see if they would have to make arrangements for tomorrow’s package deliveries as well.
Heatwave looked up from the datapad the was recording his report on when Kade set his phone down with a loud clack. “Well?”
The fire fighter leaned against the opposite wall, “They’re keeping him overnight for observation, but expect to be able to release him in the morning.”
“Good, and hopefully Tetra’s learning some useful information while she’s running around town…” The firebot checked his chrono. “She should be back pretty soon.”
Tetra Reris kept to the human laws and speed limits as she used the town map and planned out her delivery route to minimize the time out and about. A few children did the 'horn honk' motion at her so she happily did a short one, earning grins from them.
The storm was abating slowly and she heard from her mentor that she was returning to the ferry parking just in case she could catch a ride over before it stopped operations.
Eventually she arrives at the firehouse, disengaging her hologram while giving a single horn honk to indicate her arrival.
Hearing Tetra’s horn, Heatwave came out of the garage to meet her.
“Hey, welcome back. Did you get everything delivered alright? Any problems?”
Heatwave was supposed to be resting, but instinct was driving him to clean up the room that would eventually become a nursery for the sparkling. He was making a little bit of a racket as he pushed and pulled boxes around, trying to decide on the layout of the room.
The medic has just returned from an emergency run to the hospital and hears the sound coming from one of the empty rooms in the firehouse. He approaches to see Heatwave doing a layout with boxes, "What are you up to Heatwave?" Robustus asks curiously.
"Indeed it will, but the little one isn't coming into the world that soon." he assures him softly.
Falling silent as he hears the cut off sentence. Obviously someone is contacting him. Even a pregnant lead Rescue Bot couldn't slack from his job. He keeps rubbing though and letting his warm frame relax the firebot until he gets that little smile from Heatwave.
"Adventure time dear spark?" he asks curiously.
Reluctantly drawing away from the soothing massage, Heatwave nodded to Robustus’s question.
“Yeah. Apparently a bunch of moose are blocking the mountain road and no one else is available to try and convince them to head back into the forest.”
He took the medic’s servo and headed for the lift that would take them up to the garage. “I figure if a regular vehicle horn won’t budge them, maybe some fire truck and ambulance sirens might do the trick.”
He moves his hands as his partner moves away and tells him what's going on. "Of course there is." Robustus says with a chuckle, squeezing the hand that takes his own."Well then let's get going and see if we can herd them off the road with our sirens."
Once the lift arrives to the garage, Robustus gets the garage door open and he transforms. "Never a dull moment on this island." he comments in amusement.
“Keeps things interesting for sure, both a blessing and a curse.”
Heatwave activated his siren as they left the firehouse, it was technically an emergency after all. If someone tried to get around the moose and ended up getting charged, who knew what kind of damage the rescue team would have to deal with.
Arriving at the scene, he saw several younger moose and their mothers calmly stripping fresh leaves and twigs from the trees on either side of the road. A large bull moose, however, had planted himself squarely broadside in the middle of the road and hardly reacted to the noisy approach of the two vehicles.
Adding honking to the already earsplitting cacophony only resulted in a snort and a warning stomp.
“Fine. If that’s the way he wants to play… Rob, can you back up for me? I have an idea how to get them moving, but I’ll need a little space for it.”
A soft snort escapes Rob at that phrasing. He activates his own siren and follows Heatwave to the location where the moose have set up on the road. Of course it was females with their young. Except for the male that seems to keeping watch over the rest.
"You know I got your back Heatwave. Just tell me what you plan on doing and how you want me to assist." Robustus requests.
“I know you do… I’m going to transform and scare them away from the road, all you should have to do is—“
At that point there was a loud bellow of challenge from the bull moose, apparently he’d grown tired of the ‘intruders’ and stepped toward them with his antlers lowered.
“—Hang back and make sure none of them panic and break away.”
Transforming into his dinomode, Heatwave roared back at the moose who quickly reconsidered his challenge and turned to lead his herd back into the roadside woods.
[Sorry for the lurking/radio silence, it’s hard to write with teens in the house screaming insults at each other over Super Smash Bros. and Mario Kart.
Plus, I have a family member that was supposed to have minor surgery last week and she ended up not getting it yet… (She’s okay, we’re just navigating the concerningly typical ‘this department didn’t touch base with that department and now we have new problems’ hospital crap.) We’re on the phone a lot
In other news, we have at least one house wren baby in our old mailbox turned nest box…
Papa wren is working hard to feed his family.]
**Favorite thing overheard so far today: You can’t charge me with vehicular manslaughter, you’re a turtle!!!
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"Chaotic Mrs.Neederlander"
She knows what she's doing XD
Can I see hightide in your art style (you can redesign him if you want to)
First time drawing him please enjoy
“Heatwave?” He’s clearly exhausted and in need of rest, so Roz is going to be affectionately annoying to fix it! “Do you need help with anything?” She hugs his arm. “Not to sound like your mother, but it’s getting late and you’re about to fall asleep on your feet. You need to sleep.” Still hugging his arm. “Not letting go until you get up.”
Lifting his helm from his desk at the sound of his name, Heatwave gazed blearily at Roz.
“M’fine, just finishing up the…… rotation schedule.”
Despite his words, the firebot yawned widely before pushing his chair back and slowly rising to his peds.
“Where’re we going again?”
reblog if your muse really wants affection. no particular reason, they just really need a hug or cuddle
Open up
Check his teeth!
"Carefuh..." It was rude to speak with his 'mouth full' but High Tide was more worried about Heatwave simply holding his intake open to check his set of teeth than anything. There may be a concern whether or not Pearl will inherit those features as well... Which is why she was also brought along with her carrier, making the mech a little more nervous.
Green optics wide in fascination, Pearl watched her carrier gently explore her sire’s dentia.
“There’s a little patch of discoloration on this one,” Heatwave barely grazed one of High Tide’s dentia plates with the tip of his digit. “Is that that one that hurts?”
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could your Majesty draw Heatwave and High Tide 🎉🎉🎉 i am inlove in your art
this is messy and quick but yaay 🎉
Heatwave was supposed to be resting, but instinct was driving him to clean up the room that would eventually become a nursery for the sparkling. He was making a little bit of a racket as he pushed and pulled boxes around, trying to decide on the layout of the room.
The medic has just returned from an emergency run to the hospital and hears the sound coming from one of the empty rooms in the firehouse. He approaches to see Heatwave doing a layout with boxes, "What are you up to Heatwave?" Robustus asks curiously.
"Indeed it will, but the little one isn't coming into the world that soon." he assures him softly.
Falling silent as he hears the cut off sentence. Obviously someone is contacting him. Even a pregnant lead Rescue Bot couldn't slack from his job. He keeps rubbing though and letting his warm frame relax the firebot until he gets that little smile from Heatwave.
"Adventure time dear spark?" he asks curiously.
Reluctantly drawing away from the soothing massage, Heatwave nodded to Robustus’s question.
“Yeah. Apparently a bunch of moose are blocking the mountain road and no one else is available to try and convince them to head back into the forest.”
He took the medic’s servo and headed for the lift that would take them up to the garage. “I figure if a regular vehicle horn won’t budge them, maybe some fire truck and ambulance sirens might do the trick.”
He moves his hands as his partner moves away and tells him what's going on. "Of course there is." Robustus says with a chuckle, squeezing the hand that takes his own."Well then let's get going and see if we can herd them off the road with our sirens."
Once the lift arrives to the garage, Robustus gets the garage door open and he transforms. "Never a dull moment on this island." he comments in amusement.
“Keeps things interesting for sure, both a blessing and a curse.”
Heatwave activated his siren as they left the firehouse, it was technically an emergency after all. If someone tried to get around the moose and ended up getting charged, who knew what kind of damage the rescue team would have to deal with.
Arriving at the scene, he saw several younger moose and their mothers calmly stripping fresh leaves and twigs from the trees on either side of the road. A large bull moose, however, had planted himself squarely broadside in the middle of the road and hardly reacted to the noisy approach of the two vehicles.
Adding honking to the already earsplitting cacophony only resulted in a snort and a warning stomp.
“Fine. If that’s the way he wants to play… Rob, can you back up for me? I have an idea how to get them moving, but I’ll need a little space for it.”
@faultfindingfirebot
Colt had semi retired. What exactly does that mean? It means he no longer gets deployed. He'd petitioned to go from active duty, to the reserves before reaching his 20 years of active service. It saved him the hassle of fully retiring and then going through the arduous process of getting a petition through his Service Secretary. Funny how most Jarheads are ready to get the hell out once their time is up, and Colt was plotting away to stay involved. Perhaps that's what happens when one's identity is based solely around their occupation.
Hunter had been at the station when it was time to pack up and head out for his yearly two week stint in NOLA. They'd spent the prior evening with each other, indulging in what married couples often did before being apart for some time. He wished like hell it could have lasted longer.
Tossing his rucksack over his shoulder and adjusting the cap that Blaze had stolen over his head, he made one last change to the surprise he was leaving behind. On the counter sat a unisex baby outfit, a pamphlet about adoption, and two airline vouchers along with a note.
Ready for the next chapter?
Sighing as he runs his fingers across the onesie, he smiles faintly. The clock was ticking for him. Most agencies didn't like the parents being older. And while Hunter was still a young buck, Colt was closing in on 50 in 5 short years.
Squatting down to make sure all three of their doggos are getting loved on before he's off, he sighs as he looks around their house - their home. Together.
"Ah'll be back in two weeks guys. Take good care o' Hunter, yeah? 'Course ya will. Ah know he lets yall sleep on tha bed when Ah'm gone, ya beasts."
And with that, he's rising to full height to grab his keys - opting to ride his motorcycle to the armory where he'll ship out with the convoy.
“I’m home!” Hunter dropped his bag on the bench in the entryway and unzipped it to grab clothes to toss in the washer. He’d been at the firehouse for longer than he’d anticipated, covering Kade’s shifts.
“I swear, if I end up with that stomach bug of his….”
The sound of rapidly approaching nail clicks interrupted his thoughts and he became obliged to avoid stepping on dancing paws as he made his way to the utility room through a sea of weaving, whining, and yipping canine bodies.
It wasn’t until after the laundry was loaded into the washer and the dogs had been given a dose of loving affection that Hunter actually sat back and noticed his surroundings. He hadn’t expected anything to be different, so the small bundle on the counter caught his attention immediately.
He read the pamphlet cover to cover, absently running the soft fabric of the onesie between his fingers as he did so. Setting the pamphlet down, he picked up Colt’s note, the familiar handwriting bringing a soft smile to his lips.
“Am I ready?”
Hunter looked around, he could already picture a bottle drying rack beside the kitchen sink, a diaper bag resting beside his own overnight bag, the room beside his and Colt’s bedroom converted into a nursery, bright and alive with colors… He could see story telling, diaper changes, doctor’s visits, snuggles, tantrums, peaceful moments, late night feedings, lullabies, laughter, tears… another person he would love without even thinking about it.
Picking up his phone, Hunter texted two words to the man he’d pledged his heart to.
I’m ready.
What kind of “I love you” are you?
Heatwave’s tone is dripping with good humored sarcasm.
“Oooo, scary.”
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Heatwave was supposed to be resting, but instinct was driving him to clean up the room that would eventually become a nursery for the sparkling. He was making a little bit of a racket as he pushed and pulled boxes around, trying to decide on the layout of the room.
The medic has just returned from an emergency run to the hospital and hears the sound coming from one of the empty rooms in the firehouse. He approaches to see Heatwave doing a layout with boxes, "What are you up to Heatwave?" Robustus asks curiously.
"Indeed it will, but the little one isn't coming into the world that soon." he assures him softly.
Falling silent as he hears the cut off sentence. Obviously someone is contacting him. Even a pregnant lead Rescue Bot couldn't slack from his job. He keeps rubbing though and letting his warm frame relax the firebot until he gets that little smile from Heatwave.
"Adventure time dear spark?" he asks curiously.
Reluctantly drawing away from the soothing massage, Heatwave nodded to Robustus’s question.
“Yeah. Apparently a bunch of moose are blocking the mountain road and no one else is available to try and convince them to head back into the forest.”
He took the medic’s servo and headed for the lift that would take them up to the garage. “I figure if a regular vehicle horn won’t budge them, maybe some fire truck and ambulance sirens might do the trick.”
Heatwave’s sense of smell had become overly keen lately. Scents that had never bothered him before were now hanging him over the nearest sink, others triggered helmaches if he was exposed for too long, while a select few did nothing more than make his sensors twitch. How Kup’s new fragrance would affect him was anyone’s guess.
Kup had completely forgotten about the fragrance Tessa had dotted him with. He'd been so consumed with getting Heatwave everything he could ever desire for his first carrier's day. Flowers? Check. Sweets? Check. Luxurious assortments of solvents, lubricants, and exfoliates? Check. The Gunny may have been obscured by helium balloons when he walked into the hangar. He may have gone just a tiny bit overboard.
"Hey darlin'... gotcha a lil somethin' ta celebrate. Slag, Ah fergot tha fraggin' card... lemme go back n' get one."
Emptying his arms from the over-the-top assortment, he pauses to stare lovingly at his partner.
“This is a little something?” Heatwave couldn’t help a light laugh as he pushed himself to his peds and went to Kup’s aid. He righted the tipped basket of assorted solvents and peeked into a sweets bag to snag one of his favorites before catching hold of Kup’s arm.
“Thank you.” The firebot kept his grip firm to keep his sparkmate from dashing off. “This is incredibly sweet of you… but you’re all I really need, Kupcake.”
Heatwave pressed a kiss to Kup’s derma’s before resting his helm on the Gunny’s shoulder. He immediately lifted it again and stumbled back.
“…… Sorry… that was kind of an intense reaction, wasn’t it…”
Kup blinked. Was it not enough? It definitely wasn't enough. Heatwave deserved more - and he was determined to make if happen, until the firebot's grip was firmly planted around his arm. Immediately, an optic ridge is furrowed.
"... You're all I really need, Kupcake."
Awwwwwww!
The kiss to his derma was sweet, as was the quick rest of the helm on his shoulder. But then he was backpedaling??
Oh no you dont...
This time it's Kup who's sweeping Heatwave up into his arms - nuzzling his cheek with his own.
"Ah've had worse. Don't apologize, Shug. Ah jus' wanted everythin' ta be perfect fer ya. Ain't never had a reason to celebrate this holiday before. You are mah reason."
Heatwave locked his own arms around Kup’s neck as he was swung off his peds. Once he was stable, he let his arms shift so he could hold the Gunny’s faceplate between his servos. “It’s everything I could ask and then some.” He kissed Kup’s helm before pressing their forehelms together.
Everything was fine until his olfactory sensors began acting up again. Heatwave lifted his helm to look at Kup.
“Did you switch to a new scent of solvent or polish or something? Don’t get me wrong, it smells good… but my olfactory sensors are kind of hypersensitive and unpredictable at the moment….”
