Hello everyone!
I hope everyone is well and healthy. I am officially on summer break from school, and my country is still on lockdown. In the meanwhile, I will be trying to write more frequent updates.
These characters are not mine, I am just playing around with them. Enjoy!
"So, how's the wife?" Jazz grinned as he set a cube of high grade on the desk for Blaster. He had taken the liberty to mix in copper flakes, just as Blaster liked it. That was one of the perks of being Jazz's friend, he never forgot a drink order.
Blaster raised an optic brow and shook his helm, "wife?" he asked pointedly.
Jazz feigned a gasp as he dropped into his chair, "oh dear… divorce? What'll happen to the kids?".
Wordlessly, Blaster smacked his friend's arm from across the desk. Jazz yelped and laughed at his friend's amused smile.
"You're an aft" Blaster chuckled with a shake of his helm. He leaned back into his seat, energon cube in servo. He took a slow sip before humming in satisfaction, "Jazz mech, you're a genius".
"'ah know" Jazz smiled coyly as he rested his chin on a lazy servo.
It had been a while since the two mechs had a drink together. The war had been unusually hectic since Soundwave's arrival on the Ark. Megatron really seemed to carry a grudge… no one was surprised by that. Not to mention that Soundwave's presence had almost instantly sucked most of Blaster's attention away from his other friends. It wasn't until the telepath had urged his roommate to spend an afternoon visit with Jazz that Blaster noticed how much he had been neglecting that friendship. Luckily, Jazz was about as laid back as a mech could get (around friends, that is).
Blaster had to admit that he felt guilty for focusing so much on his and Soundwave's friendship. The telepath's presence was exciting for him, in many ways. Despite his recent friendship shortcomings, Blaster was welcomed back with open arms from Jazz. He had to appreciate that. Out of all the mechs on the Ark, Jazz was probably the most likely to understand how Blaster felt.
"Nah, for real though, how's ol' Sounders' doing?" Jazz encouraged over a sip of his cube, "'ah know he's been kinda' out of it since his tuft with Megs'".
"Ya' know, he was really glum for a little while there, but the last few days have been great" Blaster smiled, "he's seemed a lot less nervous, and he's startin' to open the windows up again". He wasn't quite sure what brought on the sudden change in Soundwave's mood, but Blaster wasn't about to complain. His roommate had been acting more like himself lately but offered no explanation. Not that Blaster needed an explanation, he was just happy to see his friend in a better place.
"That's good" Jazz rocked back in his seat, "real good to hear, Blast-Mech". A beat passed between both mechs. Blaster could see the slag-eating grin slide itself onto Jazz's faceplates, so he knew exactly what to expect when Jazz said, "when are ya' plannin' on proposing?"
"Ha Ha" Blaster said flatly, "never saw that coming".
"Aw come on, mech! You can't deny that ya' don't love him" Jazz teased. He teetered his chair forward again and rested his elbows on his desk. He was never one to pass up an opportunity to egg on Blaster.
Blaster's mouth opened for a moment then shut with a snap. He looked off to the side and gave the smallest of shrugs. "Jazz, c'mon mech" he mumbled in a low voice.
Jazz jolted out of his teasing grin. His optics narrowed down on Blaster's distracted looking faceplates as he leaned in across the desk. "Say that again, mech?" he urged. In silence, Jazz watched as Blaster minutely shook his helm and continued to avoid optic contact.
"Would it be so shocking…" Blaster spoke unusually faint "for someone like me to fall in love with him?". His blue optics refused to meet with Jazz's.
A slow smile spread across Jazz's faceplates. His voice started in a near whisper before erupting into a near yell, "'ah… fraggin'… knew it!". He had to resist the urge to jump out of his chair in joy. He eagerly leaned on his desk while grinning widely, "what did ah' tell ya', Blast-Mech. Ah' know a crush a mile away when ah' see it. And ah' saw it". He laughed in excitement before finally toning it back down.
Jazz's exhilaration flickered out like a dying flame as he focused back on Blaster. The boombox was still sitting as he was before, with a quiet frown. The saboteur reached over the desk to clap a servo on Blaster's arm.
"C'mon, Blast-mech, it's not the end of the world" Jazz consoled, "ya' caught feelin's for him! That's great! Feelin's are great!".
Blaster broke from his somberness to snort. He gave Jazz his best attempt at a smile, "that's pretty easy for you to say, mech. You've been with Prowl forever… and you guys are the best together". He gave a melancholy sigh, "I haven't even built up the courage to tell 'Wave that I have feelings for him". The orange mech slumped over the desk and dropped his chin in the palm of his servo, "I'm just crazy for him, Jazz… I don't know what to do".
Jazz smiled understandingly. "Aw, Blast-Mech" He shook his helm with an amused smile, "look at you, all lovesick".
"That's not even the worst of it!" Blaster cried, "'he just makes me so tongue tied! I never stumble over my words or say stupid slag until I'm around him! Then as soon as I start talking to 'Wave it's like my processor drinks ten high-grades and slams itself against a wall. He must think I'm completely incapable of getting a coherent idea out of my mouth!". Blaster dropped face first onto Jazz's desk with a defeated groan.
Jazz chuckled with a shake of his helm. He gave the back of Blaster's helm a gentle pat as he said, "that's how ya' know it's the real deal, Blast-Mech. Ah' was a total fool 'round Prowler when 'ah first met him". Jazz chuckled to himself as he recalled it, "Ah' damn near threw myself on that mech every time 'ah saw him when we first met. It was only after I fell in love with him that 'ah became too chicken-shit to try anything".
Blaster's helm slowly lifted from the desk. He studied his friend with a soft laugh, "really?".
"Swear to Primus" Jazz beamed.
"huh…" Blaster puzzled to himself as he sat back up. He took a thoughtful sip from his cube before prodding, "ya' know, I never heard about how you two met".
Jazz grinned widely as he rested his elbows on the desk, "is this an invitation for a monologue?".
Blaster laughed with an encouraging nod, "please. Maybe it will inspire me".
Jazz gave a giddy grin, "ah'll take any excuse to talk about Prowler." After a moment he fixed Blaster with a troublemaking grin, "on a scale from one to ten, how raunchy do ya' want this story to be?".
"Awh mech," Blaster laughed, "I do not need to hear that".
Jazz burst into laughter before polishing off his cube. "Hang on a sec'" he murmured before hopping up to get a re-fill. "Want another?" he offered as he scooped up Blaster's empty cube.
Blaster hummed in thought for a moment before deciding, "pits, why not?".
Jazz walked backwards for a moment to point approving servos at Blaster before turning back to the dispenser. Blaster chuckled in fond amusement.
"Okay, so… Primus, where do 'ah begin?" Jazz mused as he slipped back into his seat. Blaster thanked him as the saboteur slid a fresh high-grade his way.
"From the beginning, I guess" Blaster smiled as he settled back into this chair. Jazz nodded thoughtfully as he also cozied back into his seat.
"Well, 'ah first met Prowl during the early stages of the war. Civil issues were just startin' to crop up, and so the big mechs sent a tactician to meet with us special ops. 'Course, that tactician just happened to be the hottest Praxian on all of Cybertron."
Blaster chuckled with a shake of his helm, "so you had it for him from the very start?".
Jazz grinned, "like ya' wouldn't believe, Mech. As soon as I saw Prowler, I made it my goal to get comfy with him". He smiled with a shake of his helm at the memories before continuing. "However, 'ah was a bit of a different mech back then. 'Ah didn't have much interest in the romantic, couple-y slag. In all honesty, 'ah just wanted to frag 'im".
Blaster laughed in disbelief, "what?!"
"It's true," Jazz assured, "'ah swear to ya', Blast-Mech. I'm glad it didn't work out the way 'ah wanted, because who even knows if we would have even become an item. 'Ah was all about the one night stands back then. Sometimes 'ah would have a friend with benefits, but that's about it". The saboteur shrugged casually, "nothin' else caught my attention that much. Of course, then Prowl came waltzin' in all cute and stuff, and 'ah had to give him a sample, too".
Blaster gawked at his friend's nonchalance. Jazz didn't even seem to notice.
"So, 'ah was pretty well jumping all over him right from the start," Jazz laughed. "But Prowl was not havin' it. See, he wasn't much interested in sleepin' around… even with a fine specimen like you see before you". Jazz jokingly swept a servo over his frame to showcase his point.
Blaster laughed and urged him on, "so Prowl wasn't feeling it at first, then?"
"Tragically, no", Jazz twinkled with glee, "not that he didn't eventually get his fix". He laughed as Blaster pulled a face.
"Okay, so… where was I? Prowler wasn't into the whole sleepin' around thing. He would always get so flustered when 'ah flirted with him. At first 'ah thought that was a good sign, but then he began to avoid me". Jazz laughed, "oh mech, 'ah was so frustrated, but 'ah took his answer and stopped pushin' for it. Over time, Prowler began to relax a bit more around me, he knew 'ah wasn't gonna try anything anymore. It all started off super casually, just like any other co-workers. But as time passed, 'ah found myself really enjoying his company. We became friends pretty quickly after that. 'Ah'm sure that it helped that 'ah was no longer tryin' to drag the poor mech to berth" Jazz laughed. "'Ah actually started showin' interest in getting' to know him as a mech. And, Primus, 'ah liked what I found. Mech, I felt hard and I felt fast. Before 'ah knew it, 'ah was helm over heals for a mech who had already turned away all my advances. Of course, at this point the last thing 'ah wanted to do was to tell Prowler how 'ah was feelin'. He would think that 'ah was just trying to berth him this whole time and lose all the trust we had developed".
"That must've been awful" Blaster sympathized.
"oh," Jazz scoffed with a shake of his helm, "the worst, Mech".
"Let me tell ya', I knew 'ah had to come clean about my feelings. But 'ah just kept pushing it off and pretending that everything was fine. There was just so much fear that 'ah would ruin our friendship… which 'ah really valued no matter what".
"Oh mech," Blaster shook his helm mournfully, "I know exactly what you mean". How many times had he almost told Soundwave how he felt? It was mortifying how much he could relate to Jazz's story. Then again, Jazz and Prowl did end up becoming conjunx endura, so maybe there was hope for him and Soundwave. The very thought sent a thrill of excitement through the boombox's frame. Blaster stomped down that idea as soon as it cropped up. He really shouldn't get his hopes up like that.
"How did you finally confess?" Blaster asked.
"'ah didn't have to" Jazz smiled. Blaster's puzzled look pushed him on.
"well, one day, Prowler called me into his office for an emergency meeting. Mech, 'ah was nervous as pits. 'Ah kept combing through my processor wonderin' what 'ah was about to get in trouble for, but Primus there were just too many things to choose from!".
Blaster laughed, "yeah, that sounds like you".
"Watch it" Jazz chuckled playfully as he kicked at Blaster's peds under the desk. "By the time 'ah got to Prowler's office, 'ah was damn near ready to get fired. But when I stepped in those doors, the whole office was covered in crystal flowers from Iacon. Prowl was standing in the middle of the room, and Mech, he looked fraggin' terrified. 'Ah remember so well, he was standing there wringing his servos waiting just for me".
Blaster gaped in surprise before melting into a softer expression, "really?".
Jazz laughed warmly, "for real. Lemme tell you mech, 'ah damn near passed out. To this day Prowler still won't tell me how he was able to ship in hundreds of precious crystal flowers under the nose of special ops! Prowl started to explain himself. He started goin' on about how he heard that crystal flowers were considered very romantic. He started ramblin' about how he wasn't sure how to express his feelin's for me, but there were a lot of them.".
"Oh!" Blaster pressed a servo over his chest plates, "that's so romantic… what else did he say?"
"Nothin'" Jazz grinned, "'ah jumped on him before he could even finish".
Blaster laughed and shook his helm, "of course you did, Mech". They laughed together.
Leaving Jazz's office later that evening, Blaster found himself carrying a new level of hope. Maybe he really could make this work with Soundwave. After all, Prowl and Jazz were the power couple of the Ark. Not only did Blaster see similarities between himself and Jazz and Prowl and Soundwave, but he noticed a lot of similar feelings in Jazz's story that he had experienced as of late.
Maybe things really could work out with Soundwave. After all, they got along great. That was something Blaster could not longer question. He knew Soundwave enjoyed his company and Primus did he ever enjoy Soundwave's! He even had the approval from some of Soundwave's cassettes (including Ravage, which was still surprising). Of course, they would need to find a moment apart from all of the cassettes… which was easier said than done. He had to do it right. Maybe he couldn't do it 'hundreds of Iacon crystal flowers' right… But that wouldn't hold him back from trying.
The boombox's spark fluttered with excitement at the idea. He could almost imagine how great it would be. He wanted to kiss Soundwave so badly, the very idea sent a thrill through his frame. Blaster grinned to himself as he turned down the hall towards his quarters. He just had to figure out the best way to say it.