[Ask/rp blog for Rescue Bots Heatwave Multiship, Multiverse, OC friendly, Mun is over 21, any Not Safe stuff will be done on my sideblog, but there may be suggestive content here.]
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Heatwave smiled and opened his subspace to retrieve both items. He set the cube of medgrade on the table by the couch and squeezed the compress, giving it a firm shake to help activate it.
“This should work pretty well on it’s own, but we can add the medgrade if you need it.”
The firebot bent to press a kiss to his lover’s lipplates before laying the compress over the prime’s forehelm and continuing his little neck cable massage.
Heatwave gently rubbed at Rodimus’s temples and neck cables with the tips of his digits.
“You want a cool compress or some medgrade?”
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Heatwave gently rubbed at Rodimus’s temples and neck cables with the tips of his digits.
“You want a cool compress or some medgrade?”
Heatwave patted his lap.
“Lay down and I’ll rub your helm for you.”
With a groan, the Prime lays down and rests his helm in his lover’s lap, expression scrunched from the agony.
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Oh hey look, he’s compatible with the two that tagged him….
Tagged by: @seacrestseacon and @dragvnsovl
“Spontaneous moment on Griffin Rock usually translates to: Something blew up and you need to save people…”
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yeetwave
testing out more velocitronian aesthetics with unlikely subjects
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There's a soft rumble, a low purr before Ghost is laying on him. Helm tucking close and purring softly.
Good thing the firebot wasn’t planning on getting up any time soon. Heatwave wrapped an arm around Ghost’s shoulders, digits gently rubbing at the back of his helm.
“Hi, I was just thinking about you.”
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“That’s better…. Although this one was basically ‘Don’t be a jerk’ and the wife one was ‘Be subservient’ How is that fair?”


“Good!!! This test is…. Well, let me put it this way; The 1940’s called, they want their idea of a ‘perfect wife’ back…”
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“Good!!! This test is…. Well, let me put it this way; The 1940’s called, they want their idea of a ‘perfect wife’ back…”
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Go to that lap, Heatwave. You know you want to.

Which one?
“Who’d be interested in my company, though?”
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Recharge is tugging at the edges of his processor, but he could swear he heard someone talking about street racing.
Primus, if he has to rescue a couple of idiots from themselves instead of getting a decent amount of recharge tonight…
He also heard something about a cozy lap?
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“I’m afraid of dming them” this “I’m socially anxious/awkward” that
REBLOG IF ITS OKAY FOR ME TO SPAWN IN YOUR DMS FOR NO REASON. JUST TO BE SILLY GOOFY!! IM SOCIAL IM A YAPPER I JUST DONT WANT TO SCARE YALL!!
#mun tag: cat’s paw prints#[invade my dms]#[invade my inbox]#[I may not answer right away]#[but I’ll get there eventually]
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“Still hacking every so often, but much better than I was.”
Heatwave smiled and used their joined servos to tug Kup into a warm embrace, nuzzling contently into his neck.
“And I’ve finally got my voice back.”
@faultfindingfirebot
Kup was unsure of Heatwave's current condition. Poor mech had been holed up with something akin to the robo-plague for what seemed like forever. He had done his best to give the quarantined mech his space, but that hadn't stopped him from previously climbing into berth with him.
Out of an abundance of caution, he took the firebot's servo into his own - leading their interlaced digits to his maw where he softly planted a kiss on each individual knuckle joint.
"Feelin' any better?"
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don’t jokeship with me because 2 hours later i’ll have feels for the pairing.
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" if you were mine I would ... " finish it in my askbox !
Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!
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It did take him a while, but High Tide finally got to the firehouse with the blanket Heatwave requested.
"There ye go..." Flicking the thick fabric with his arms, he draped it over the firemech and made sure it was comfortable enough. "Ye stay here and rest as much as ye need. I can take care of Pearl and yer datapads as well."
“Primus I love you, Tide. You’re the best… I’d kiss you, but… I’m not exactly sure what I’ve got just yet…. But I owe you one, with lots of interest.”
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Heatwave was glad to snuggle against Kup’s warmth, he’d been chilly all day despite the amount of extra blankets that were on his berth. He grinned and nudged the older mech with his arm.
“Just cuddling’s fine with me… but you can put a movie on if you’d like.”
He reached over and snagged the remote, handing it to Kup with a barely there kiss to his lipplates before burrowing back down.
“… That way, if I fall into recharge, you won’t be bored out of your processor…. And for the record, I love listening to you talk… even if it’s about war, it’s…. comforting to just hear your voice.”
“You’re welcome… to come veg with me…��
At this point Heatwave’s voice is practically gone, but at least his processor is clearer.
“We could… find a movie to watch or something.”
Netflix and chill? Amazon and get it on? Hulu and shu-shu? Tubi and do me? Peacock and see... You get the picture. But maybe that's not what Heatwave had in mind. After all, the mech seemed to be under the weather.
"Meet ya at the firehouse in 5? Maybe we could work on that holdin' ya fer ever in mah arms thing you was wishin' fer earlier hmm?"
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He’d mostly been holed up in his hab suite all day, drifting in and out of recharge while his teammates periodically checked in, bringing him medical grade, another blanket, or just small bits of news.
“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day…”
“You’re welcome… to come veg with me…”
At this point Heatwave’s voice is practically gone, but at least his processor is clearer.
“We could… find a movie to watch or something.”
Netflix and chill? Amazon and get it on? Hulu and shu-shu? Tubi and do me? Peacock and see... You get the picture. But maybe that's not what Heatwave had in mind. After all, the mech seemed to be under the weather.
"Meet ya at the firehouse in 5? Maybe we could work on that holdin' ya fer ever in mah arms thing you was wishin' fer earlier hmm?"
#emeritus-vitriolum#he’ll gladly give a rain check on the net.flix and chill]#when he’s got the energy
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