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Who: Deadlock and Flashpoint
Where: Flashpoint's quarters
When: The day after the attack is repelled
What: Someone has been hit by the huggy happy virus.
Warnings: Huglock.

The plan was simple: Deadlock grabbed his trophy from his latest kick-aftery, to show it to Flashpoint and make the annoying Autobot realize how much more awesome he was than she was. Maybe even get her to etch that on the battered armor of the helmet he'd taken off the bad guy for good measure. He was wording exactly how she should phrase it when he bumped into the annoying squishy, but, whatever. Brownian motion took its course and the human boinged off him and back into the crowd, and Deadlock was in far too good a mood to chase after and threaten it. There was a Flashpoint to irk and he never let go of mission objectives.

Except fraggin' Flashpoint wasn't home. Primus dammit, how dare she not be here to receive her taunting?!

Fine. He could wait. He slumped on her couch for a while, tapping his foot, helmet beside him. Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting was boring. And you know what? That picture was fraggin' crooked and it was driving him nuts. And then, fraggit, the utensils in the drawer weren't all square to each other. And then....

....when Flashpoint finally arrives home, it will be to find him on his hands and knees in her bedroom, de-dustbunnying under the bed. He may, in fact, even be humming.

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You can't deny that it wasn't pure perfection before though. Even the smudges were perfect, admit it!

And don't remind her. Flashpoint's had her fill of 'truth hurts' scenarios and then some. Mostly through her own undoing, but no one said she was the wisest mech.

Flashpoint's mouth works in all kinds of bizarre shapes, optics flicking from Deadlock to the scrub brush that he's wielding almost like a weapon. "And ^after!?" She squeaks out the question--she might be a little ticklish--because she's almost afraid what might come next. Especially if groping is involved.

Don't tell him what he can or cannot deny, Flashpoint. Or he'll resmudge your nose like it was after the drink.

That was really...probably about all he could remember about that particular escapade.

"After," Of course, if she survives, that is, "then groping." Now stop making weird face shapes and get under that cleanser. He's gonna smack the brush into his palm until you do.

Not that she would ever admit it, but that was her favorite part of that whole escapade. That and the bit where he said she wasn't so bad...

And if he smudges her nose again then that's just one more part of her he has to clean. She backs away slowly--no need to get aggressive with that brush!--thinking that she hasn't had nearly enough engex for this situation. She is, however, going to make a mental note of what is effectively Permission To Grope for use later. Because, you know, in hand-to-hand combat that could be useful. Uh. For something that is totally fighting.

She's backed up far enough now that the cleanser flows over her helm and into her face; the sputtering and rubbing of her optics leaving her defenseless for a moment.

He will deny that comment to the last shred of his Decepticon being. He never said that!

See the problem with being an Autobot? You always fall right into Decepticon traps. Like this, where he's successfully backed her into the cleanser. And being the Decepticon he is, he is going to take advantage. Of course. But he'll be kind of gentle. It just may be a little...ticklish.

Nope, sorry Deadlock, no taking it back, and she may quietly horde it so there's never the opportunity to either.

There are worse traps to fall into than this. She thinks anyway. This would be a horror of a different kind though if her comrades ever found out about it. She should probably be resisting or something, or offended he feels the need to coddle her, but no one's ever taken care of her before and if she's honest with herself...she kinda likes it.

Shhh. Don't tell anyone. Including yourself, Deadlock.

There's a startled noise as the brush goes to work, and though most parts of her are hardy enough why is it that Deadlock seems to find all the ticklish bits? She squirms under the treatment, hands trying to fend him off but it's entirely half-hearted. There's laughing and hissing in with the sputtering now, and some biting of the lip to try and act tough. The cleanser stings a little when it runs into rents or blaster holes in her armor, though thankfully none of the wounds are serious.

When this is all over, Deadlock's going to try to get her drunk enough to pass out, then apply magnets to her head to wipe her memory. That is the plan already forming in the back of his mind, but even as it moves to the front of his mind, his brain is putting the magnets in pretty, orderly patterns, the little butterfly one right on the tip of her nose.

The spluttering's....kind of cute, really, and he drops the brush after a few minutes, tickling up under her rib struts with his fingers, just to watch what she does.

That's going to be a loud day in her apartment complex, when she finds out she's been magnet-facialed. And he better not go spreading pics around the network, or there'll be some mighty retribution!

In some distant moment Flashpoint might think it complimentary that he thinks the squirming and sputtering are cute, but she's got a little too much of that very thing to do right now to consider anything else. Especially when Deadlock's hands get involved. That's unmistakable: smooth metal complete with EM field instead of the prickly brush. It gets a squeak of surprise and her peering at him through one squinty optic, the other still laden with suds. "Hey, you said no groping until after!" Unfair!

Would Deadlock spread compromising pictures of Flashpoint all over the network? Would he?

....of course he would.

"Yeah, no groping for you, with those dirty Autobot paws of yours. Mine are clean." See? Guess what? His mouth is clean, too. Guess how you're gonna find that one out?

C'mon Deadlock, she needs her hardcore reputation around here, don't go messing with it by plastering her already extremely dorky sleeping face made worse by magnets around the local social media hub. The laugh the senators alone would get is enough to make her hand out death glares to anyone that comes within 20 meters.

She's oddly got no issues with this close encounter though. Maybe it's the whole unbelievable quality of it or the weirdness from earlier, but she's reacting more than thinking now, her instincts pushing her in directions that may requite a little 'I'm very disappointed in you' sit down talk given by her logic centers when they're back in charge.

Which is definitely not now, when he's moving in with his mouth and she's got no idea what he even plans to do with it so just she does the first thing that comes to mind--lady of action like she is--which is to tip forward and intercept it with her own.

Uh. How'd that happen?

....yeah, okay, the Senators thing is a good point. But he'll keep video of it to play for himself, then. Can't steal all his fun.

There's a tiny part of Deadlock, probably his version of her 'logic centers' which would be remonstrating, except it's pretty much just doing a long wailing scream. The other part of him is recruiting more and more allies, as he leans into her, under the cleanser fall.

And into the kiss, pushing back, rising up onto his toeplates.

Until he pulls back, and looks, well, not horrified, but really confused.

She doesn't want to know what you do with your video of her in private Deadlock. Just like you don't want to know what she's done with your tech specs in private.

Flashpoint will figure out what the hell is happening later, for now though, her hands tug at his waist just as he leans in, bringing their chassis together as her helm tips down into the kiss, shielding it from the cleanser fall.

Her lips can't quite meet each other once he pulls back, a little too stunned, amber optics darting around like she's been caught doing something she shouldn't, expecting reprimand. From him or herself though, she doesn't seem too sure.

Edited 2014-04-11 07:19 (UTC)

Enjoy it, Flashpoint. That's what he'll do with video of you with the magnet facial. Same as he does with the video he has of when he wrote on your aft after that night of drinking.

What. Don't look at him like that while he's looking like that at you. That's like...stealing, or something.

Right. He's gonna do what he usually does after awkward moments.

He's...gonna...hug her, hands sliding down her door panels.

Wait. This doesn't seem right. Eh, frag it.

Oh she's got it all memorized already. For, you know, damage dealing purposes. Not for illicit tickling or groping or anything.

Hey, she got here first! Get your own half confused, half guilty expression.

Flashpoint's okay with breaking eye contact because yeah, that sure was an awkward pause. She's not expecting him to wrap his arms around her though, hands running down her flanks and over her door panels. It's...nice; the warm cleanser, the idle of his engine so near to hers. She purrs under the touches, nuzzling at his finial, a little timidly at first as her own arms circle around him.

She's not sure what's going on, but she's not going to question it. Nice things...don't happen to Flashpoint very often.

Deadlock was totally here first, which is the only reason those cleansing pads and waxes were arranged in alphabetical order.

But hey, he likes the doorpanels, the way they shiver under his fingertips.

Hugging's perfectly normal, okay? That's what Pinoko told him.

Still.

"Should finish cleaning you so we can fuel." Because, yes, huggy Deadlock would like that. "Maybe watch a vid or something."

Aw frag, Deadlock's gotten into her personal maintenance stuff too? Is nothing private, nothing sacred around here?

This is an awful, awful time for her to wonder when the last time was she got a hug. Because it makes her cling to him for just a second too long, snatching her hands away then and mumbling a weird apology. UGH why should she even be sorry!? Except that she knows exactly why. Mister 'Oh No My Things Have Autobot Cooties On Them' can't be here trying to hug her unless there's something wrong with him. (Oh for Primus sake why does that thought make her so sad?! Apparently people need to be messed up to want to hug her!)

But wait, that last part sounds like a totally normal social evening between two totally normal social people. She has to figuratively squint at her memory archive because the files of the last time she did anything of the sort were so long ago she can't even see the people's faces anymore. "Uuuuh. Yeah. Fuel would be good. And other stuff--A VID, I mean." Maybe some cuddles, that's safe right?

NOTHING is safe from the ravages of TidyLock. Wait till she sees her cleansing rags, which he's arranged in rainbow order. Why? Because he cares, Flashpoint.

Except he'll set his face on fire before he says it.

Just stop freaking out and stop ruining the hug with all your fraggin' insecurity. You don't see Deadlock being all insecure about it, do you? No, you do not. Because when Deadlock does something, he does it 100%, so this is the most intense hug ever hugged. You will enjoy it or he will...hug you harder.

He reaches over, shutting off the cleanser--hey that was almost smooth, be impressed!--and steps out of the washrack to pull out a drying cloth. Oh, you thought you'd have privacy? Nope. "Yeah, vid. I mean, you have some, right?"

She's going to be finding the marks of Tidylock's passing for weeks to come isn't she? How long was he fraggin' waiting here anyway!?

SHUT UP she is not insecure! Flashpoint is quite secure in the knowledge that keeping people at arms length is better and that most people are, well, perfectly okay with that where she's concerned. Except oops, she's been second guessing that for a while now and all this getting friendly and huggy business is making her realize how much she misses it.

Well fraggit she is well and thoroughly hugged now. It kind of dazes her, the sudden Sads squeezed out of her along, and she stumbles out into the reach of the drying cloth. Flashpoint's tempted to snatch it from Deadlock and insist on doing it herself--she is perfectly capable of doing her own maintenance thank you!--except the way he's doting on her is getting a little... It's just addictive okay!? Clearly this is his fault or something. And if he produces a large fan or sweet smelling oils then she'll know she's dreaming.

"Some," she replies, "selection is kinda weird though. What're you in the mood for?" Because wow is she curious what his mood is beyond record breakingly fastidious.

On Sunday, April 13, 2014, driftlock - DW Comment <dw_null@dreamwidth.org<javascript:_e(%7b%7d,'cvml','dw_null@dreamwidth.org');>> wrote:

Long enough. What? Decepticons are efficient.

She better be hugged up, as in hugometer on full. Because he's squinting at her, evaluating the level of huggitude....just in case.

He's going to use that drying cloth, too, to Decepticon standards. Hope she's up for a brisk toweling, especially on those doorpanels. But it's all just to make sure she doesn't, you know, mess up all his hard cleaning work. That's totally all.

"I don't know. What are you in the mood for? I mean, your place after all." He didn't get to her vid collection, yet. Otherwise he'd probably have alphabetized them, too.

Clearly Deadlock should come and do maintenance in her apartment more often then. Except that might be weird....

Just like the way he's scrutinizing her. She spreads a slow and uncertain grin across her face, not sure if she should be afraid of what happens if his expectations aren't met. Truth is she could probably use a dozen hugs, but she is so full up on WTF that more might not register the same effect. Though, if she wanted a noteworthy death, 'hugged into oblivion by Deadlock' would certainly be unique.

The brisk toweling triggers more squirming, a high pitched peep as he hits a sensitive spot and a more luscious purr when he gets to those door panels. Don't mind her as she leans against him all melty-like.

As for the vid? She's just gonna try and pick something safe and full of action because it's the first thing she thinks of that they have in common. Though, knowing organics, there's probably some kissy-face stuff in it too. That's assuming she can stop fumbling with the dumb controller and getting lost in the entertainment menus. Her hands are totally not shaking, shut up!

Part of Deadlock would be a-ok with the reputation of having killed someone by random acts of affection. Deadlock: even his hugs are lethal. Has a sort of...interesting ring to it. Kind of badaft.

Also kind of weird.

He squints up as she peeps, just in case that becomes a profanity. He'd hate to have to wash up your language, too, Flashpoint. It might get...kissy. Nobody wants that.

"I could warm up some engex for you, if you want." Because Deadlock is all about cozy snuggly movie time...for some reason. He's trying not to ask himself why himself.

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If Flashpoint has a weakness, it is apparently random acts of kindness. Especially right now when everything feels so much more....everything. Or something. Whatever. She doesn't quite understand but wow it's pretty damn nice and maybe she shouldn't ask questions.

The sensible, morally upright part of her says she's taking advantage of this, that Deadlock must be in an altered state and even if he's a jerk he doesn't deserve that. The rest of her though, likes the idea of being horizontal on the couch with him a whole lot more.

That's the part that's winning right now, the part that's tickled that he'd offer to--of all things--serve her energon. "If-if you want to? That'd be nice..." She's too stunned to gloat, too afraid to even count her blessings lest they disappear out from under her noise.

She's still fumbling with the controller, loosing a muffled curse as she pushes the wrong button. Oops, hopefully he didn't hear that? And hopefully this is the right movie because it's starting already...

On Friday, April 18, 2014, driftlock - DW Comment <dw_null@dreamwidth.org<javascript:_e(%7b%7d,'cvml','dw_null@dreamwidth.org');>> wrote:

All Deadlock knows is he went to get patched up by Pinoko and then came here to brag about his awesome trophies. See? Perfectly normal.

Well, Pinoko was weird, but that was apparently normal. For her. He thinks.

"Sure, I'll be back." The smile might look a little painful because his face, you know, isn't into it, however much he might try to convince it. "Put on one of your favorites." Because he wants to get you know you better, Flashpoint.

It's good Deadlock knows what's normal because Flashpoint's sure lost track. There's defiantly something odd going on though because she's nervous. This feels bizarrely like normal socialization (WHAT DO!?) and they haven't insulted each other once! It must be a dream or something...

"Uh-huh," she just nods at him, gesturing towards of the kitchen, glad he missed her little slip of a dirty tongue. How she'll keep from cursing the rest of the night though, she has no idea. Flashpoint takes a deep in-vent, perches on the couch and wrangles the vid player into submission. If Deadlock wants to get to know her, he's gonna learn she has questionable taste in movies. She might act like action movies are her favorite but in truth she has a stupid love for cheesy comedy, ~~with maybe even a little sap~~. Basically all that stuff that fell by the wayside during the war.

After queuing up her choice, she figures maybe she should do something about these wounds. Is it still 'first aid' when it happens the next day? Well whatever, her dumb auto repair isn't doing scrap and Flashpoint gets the feeling there might be Deadlockian recriminations if she bleeds on her own couch. So out comes the kit and the patch tape, trying to hit the spots she can reach before he comes back, though there's a few on her pauldron and back that are gonna be tricky.

Edited 2014-04-22 16:08 (UTC)

She might hear him moving around in the kitchen. Once he sets the engex warming, he has a few minutes and that means it's time to organize her cabinets. Excuse the noise--he's not going to break anything.

Except maybe Flashpoint's sanity.

He comes back carrying two glasses of heated engex on what seems to be a tray. Yeah, that's the trophy he was gonna show her. Upcycling's cool, right?

"Hey, want help with that?" Because she's gonna mess up that polish, if she keeps that up.

Would McEngineer think it weird if she requested a bomb detector? Because Flashpoint's thinking she might need one given all the noise he's making in the kitchen. She's going to have to go through this whole apartment top to bottom before she can recharge properly, isn't she?

Flashpoint balks a little when he finally arrive with the energon. "What the living frag is that?" It looked decidedly head-like at first. Then she realizes it's just a helmet and that's a little less macabre. Leave it to Deadlock to serve energon with true Decepticon class.

She looks back at the gunshot where she's trying to get the patch tape to stick for the third time. "...I got this." Yeah, maybe in about 15 more minutes she will. Or you know, maybe she'd get her holo to do it she was thinking clearly. But thinking clearly is not a thing on the agenda for tonight apparently.

Edited 2014-04-24 22:40 (UTC)

orz I think these tags were the only good part of today. ;-;

glad they did something positive?

Yes, thank you!!

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