Trigger Happy Topkick

“Doesn’t hurt to try.”, Hide said. “Maybe Prime would clock it quickly, but he’s got his own stuff to do to keep him busy, Ratchet doesn’t leave the medbay most of the time, and Jolt’s out for the night.”, he said.

“And I don’t know off the top of my head, unless you have an idea, but I’ll owe you one.”, he said. He really, really didn’t want to have to cancel, especially this late. He’d like to not be in the doghouse if he could avoid it. If that meant having to tell his double just why he needed to leave, so be it.

Ironhide stares at the other for several moments, giving it some thought. He really isn’t worried about getting caught - Pit, it would be fun to try and pull one over on anyone that notices. If he did get called out he could just tell them it was his alternate’s idea. They’d both go down for it.

What can Ironhide say. He’s petty.

Honestly, having a double was great for this, if he could just convince him to roll with it. He’d been planning on going on a date with Caitlin (though he wouldn’t tell the other Hide that) before he’d been slammed with a bunch of paperwork, and knew it would be frowned upon if he left before it was done. So, he wouldn’t leave. At least, it wouldn’t seem so to everyone else.

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Ironhide gives the other a skeptical look. "You really think that'd fool everyone?" Sure, the differences between the two of them were subtle enough, their mannerisms kinda similar, but would that work?

Ugh, Ironhide doesn't wanna do paperwork.

"...what's in it for me?"

Hide laughed at that. “He did, but Morshower caught him when he had to borrow his office. Got off on a warning so he doesn’t try it anymore.”, he said. Caitlin had gotten a laugh out of that when it had happened, and Will had been teased by most of the bots for getting caught for a bit, but now it was just a funny story they shared.

“I’ll send a message to Jolt once I finish this.”, he said, gesturing at the packet of papers in front of him. It wasn’t huge, but it would take a couple minutes. “I’m pretty sure he’s here today.”, he said. He’d had Jolt’s hospital schedule memorized, but he’d changed it recently and Hide hadn’t been able to memorize it.

Fuck it. He was just going to ask some simple questions.

“Who’s all around where you’re from?”, he asked. He had to know. He had this weird feeling, like it was a question he needed to ask. He didn’t ask about Denarius, not even knowing if siblings transferred across universes. He didn’t know a lot about alternate universes. He really should have listened to Que that time he went off about them.

Ironhide shakes his head, giving a disappointed click of his tongue. “Damn,” he mutters, returning his attention back to the paperwork. “He should know better. Learn how to hide his contraband better.”

The forced words are meant to be playful, but they come out sounding… sad. Ironhide misses Lennox. His Lennox.

Ironhide simply grunts at the other’s offer, not intending to be rude but not wanting to impose either. If energon is as scarce over here as his alternate makes it sound, Ironhide doesn’t want to be wasting it trying to drink his confusion away. The last thing he needs to be doing is burdening them all.

…the question has Ironhide pausing, pen halting over the page. He looks back up from his paperwork, expression pensive and thoughtful as he tries to figure out a proper response. He still doesn’t know how much he should be sharing with everyone here.

Primus, his head is starting to hurt.

“Prime, of course,” he finally says, deciding to the Pit with it. “Ratchet, Jolt, Bee, Sideswipe, Dino, Que, Skids and Mudflap…” He reaches up to scratch at his neck, doing his best to hide the twinge of sadness that pulls at his non-existant heart. “Some of the Wreckers made it, too. Roadbuster and Topspin and Leadfoot.”

Frag. He misses ‘Buster and ‘Spin.

“…we’re missing a lot, though.” Too many. Sunstreaker, Jazz, Chromia and Elita and Arcee…

“Pretty much the same of everyone, though he goes by Mirage here. Dino’s a nickname.”, he said.

Fuck. How does he mention those that got brought back without mentioning Caitlin? Or the AllSpark powers she had?

“But we’ve got more too. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, Chromia, Elita, Arcee. Don’t let Elita catch you by yourself, she’ll mom you to death.”, he said, though he had a fond smile on his face. “Jazz and Prowl.”, he adds, just leaving it at that. If he asks about Jazz he’ll have to figure something out. “It’s quite the full place, not including the humans.”, he said.

Hide goes quiet at that. It was such a short list, but it felt so long now. It was a feat this many of them stuck together and stayed alive.

“Don’t say that to Mearing, she’ll make you review it about a million more times.”, Hide said, not looking up from the paperwork right in front of him, signing off on a few things on it.

He didn’t say anything else, but looked like he wanted to. Reading the odd ways his alternate phrased things, Hide had questions. A lot of questions. But he figured he could at least operate on the assumption his alternate would react the same way he would to suddenly being bombarded with questions: either shut down, or get annoyed. So he refrained, at least for now.

“‘D have to check the storage locker.”, Hide said at his alternate’s mention of a drink. “Don’t think Jolt’s processed any highgrade lately, and Ratchet sure as hell hasn’t, and they’re the only ones with access to the energon processor.”, he said. The large machine Ratchet had managed to salvage from one of their ships was supposed to be used for making medgrade and low grade energon, but Jolt had caved and started processing small quantities into high grade for everyone else, much to Ratchet’s annoyance.

“What a bitch.” The words are muttered under his breath, but they’re still there. Ironhide doesn’t use human curses very often, but he feels they fit the situation best at the moment.

Ironhide can feel the tenseness in the air as he starts on his part of the paperwork, pointedly not glancing up to peak at his alternate as they work. Primus, the awkwardness is going to kill him. He has no idea what to say, but he can practically feel the burning questions knocking around the other’s hardlight head.

He really is going to need that drink.

“I’ll send a message to Jolt once I finish this.”, he said, gesturing at the packet of papers in front of him. It wasn’t huge, but it would take a couple minutes. “I’m pretty sure he’s here today.”, he said. He’d had Jolt’s hospital schedule memorized, but he’d changed it recently and Hide hadn’t been able to memorize it.

Fuck it. He was just going to ask some simple questions.

“So grab a pen and get signing and shit.”, he said, waving vaguely at one of the stacks of paperwork. Galloway had been a pain in the ass, but at least he wasn’t a bureaucrat. Hide was quite close to finding out a way he could murder Mearing with paperwork, because he’d sure as hell do it if he could figure out how.

“We’ve all been through this already,” he grumbles, watching as the other starts working. Ironhide has already told his side of the story many time, as has his alternate, no doubt. It doesn’t seem to be good enough for anyone, though.

Ironhide sighs. Not good enough for Mearing, anyway. He supposes some things really don’t change from universe to universe, do they?

He didn’t say anything else, but looked like he wanted to. Reading the odd ways his alternate phrased things, Hide had questions. A lot of questions. But he figured he could at least operate on the assumption his alternate would react the same way he would to suddenly being bombarded with questions: either shut down, or get annoyed. So he refrained, at least for now.

“So grab a pen and get signing and shit.”, he said, waving vaguely at one of the stacks of paperwork. Galloway had been a pain in the ass, but at least he wasn’t a bureaucrat. Hide was quite close to finding out a way he could murder Mearing with paperwork, because he’d sure as hell do it if he could figure out how.

@x-de-con-struct-ed-x FORBIDDEN DOUGH STICKS

aches from old injuries. finicky battle wounds, stiff joints from being restrained in captivity - things that their body never erased, pain that reminds them every day of what they went through. maybe it’s obvious, like a limp, or maybe it’s something that it only clear with early morning stretches and groans. maybe the aches grow worse in rainy weather, or when they think about the injury that caused the soreness.

…huh. Ironhide tilts his helm a bit farther, narrowing his optics. He saw that. Curious. He isn’t going to say anything at the moment though.

He doesn’t get the chance to anyway.

“Helmache, huh?” Ratchet says, bringing Ironhide’s attention back to him. Ironhide winces at the look the medic’s giving him, but nods.

“Migraine,” he replies. “Or, at least it’ll end up being one.” He winces again. “Figured it would be better to get it early before it takes me out.” One of Ironhide’s migraines can have him down for days at a time, if not over a week.

“Right,” Ratchet grumbles, stepping close to Ironhide. Ironhide rocks on his pedes a bit, obviously unsure. “Jolt, grab some painkillers. You, sit down. Don’t argue,” he adds when Ironhide opens his intake to do just that. “Primus knows what you’ve been through to get here. I just want to make sure it isn’t something else.”

“You know, a please wouldn’t kill you, trust me.”, Jolt said, a slight spark of sass in his tone, the normal banter between the two, but headed to grab some painkillers nonetheless, disappearing into the storeroom for a few minutes before he came back out, a box in his hands, and toted it over to Ratchet, dropping it on the berth next to the one the other Hide was sitting on.

Ironhide can almost feel his part of the broken bond reaching out for. It hurts.

Giving a barely audible hiss, Ironhide turns away, using Jolt’s staring as a distraction. He watches the younger mech circle him with sharp optics, glancing over him and giving a tilt of his helm when he notices the scar. He doesn’t say anything, though, just meets Jolt’s optics and gives him a small nod. He isn’t sure he can say anything without breaking at the moment.

“First, that’s rude, and second, what are you talking about? I’m a joy to be around!”, Hide said, easily slipping back into teasing Ratchet. “And he’s got a helmache, which is why we’re here. I’m going to go take him to talk to Que about getting back to where he belongs after.”, he said.

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Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)