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Title: White Day - Roses, Chocolate, and Lingerie - to be blamed on xaefryl, huntingospray, mmouse15 and nkfloofiepoof.
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied Situations.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak, Implied Hound x Mirage... Cliffjumper/Brawn??
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Bluestreak, Cliffjumper, Hound, Mirage, mention of Brawn.
Summary: Prowl is introduced to the tradition of White Day and its peculiar 'offerings'.
Notes: Prowl's likely going to assassinate me for this one if the culprits behind this monster *points to the usernames* can't convince him to spare my life. I'm even more freaked out at the name of one of the manufacturers of these things actually has the word 'lingerie' as part of the company's name. I decided to fit this one within the 'continuity' of Prove me Wrong and Bring the Rain. Pure and absolute crack.
Not Beta'ed so, feel free to correct me.
Everything started innocently one morning while in duty. Prowl was attending his station diligently with Hound, Cliffjumper and Mirage on the remaining stations in the communications post.
Prowl didn't pay much attention to the on-going chatter of his comrades, but he caught a few things here and there, primarily, Cliffjumper bothering Hound and Mirage about an upcoming celebration called White Day. Apparently Jazz spread the news about that one, just like he did with St. Valentine's.
The Autobot tactician didn't pay much more attention to the discussion, he caught up about Cliffjumper bugging Hound to 'spill the beans' and confess what he got for Mirage. On the back of his processor, Prowl made a note to look up this White Day later on, suspecting Jazz would be on the receiving end of the holiday.
However, things went downhill really quickly as soon as his brat, Sideswipe, strode into the room with Sunstreaker and Bluestreak. Prowl couldn't help but feel a little conflicted about the developing relationship between Sunstreaker and Bluestreak. One mech was his actual offspring, and the other was a mech he looked out for like a father would for a son.
And it was then when, with absolute innocence, Sideswipe dropped the question.
"Hey, Prowl. What are you getting Jazz for White day?" Sideswipe's question was half expected, the way he asked it, however, was not.
"I'm not sure what this holiday stands for, Sideswipe." Prowl answered evenly, still a little shocked at the genuine interest Sideswipe showed.
"You don't know what White Day is about?" Bluestreak asked, surprised. "Remember Valentine's? Well, on White Day you're supposed to give something back to the person who gifted you on Valentine's."
Prowl raised an optic ridge. "How is it a holiday if it's an obligation?"
"It's more like thanking the person who gifted you, Prowl. You don't have to do it if you don't want to." Hound interjected and shrugged before he returned to his monitor duty.
"I see," the Datsun cruiser nodded, half concentrating on his monitor duty and half regarding his twins and Bluestreak. "I need to study what are the proper gifts for the date before I can decide."
"Lingerie." Cliffjumper, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Bluestreak replied at unison.
"Pardon?" Prowl raised an optic ridge in confusion. He knew what the garments were, after all, there was a Victoria's Secret shop right by the commercial district of the city nearby and that district happen to be normally within his patrol route. Jazz and lingerie didn't seem to match his idea of 'appealing'.
"Lingerie is what's traditionally given. At least it's what I found out." Sunstreaker replied with a deadpan expression. If he was amused, he was definitely doing a fine job hiding it.
"Please," the tactician turned around on his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he regarded the trio standing next to him. "Tell me the three of you are not entertaining the thought of me finding and acquiring a Cybertronian sized piece of lingerie for Jazz."
"Why not?" Sideswipe shrugged.
"What I am supposed to get him? A Brassier for his helm's horns?" The fact he said that with a straight face only served to send Cliffjumper and Hound into a laughing fit --Mirage had the decency of cover his mouth to stifle his own chuckles.
"Well, you can always get him one of those 'Car Bra' things." Bluestreak sputtered through his hands, which were currently covering his mouth while his frame shook uncontrollably.
"Car... bra?" the older Datsun was sure he wasn't going to like the answer but he just had to ask.
"It's this black thing with holes for the headlights you put over the front of your car to keep the grill clean of bugs. And you know, bug season's coming." Cliffjumper explained with the most devious smile the tactician had ever seen on his face plates.
Prowl merely slapped a hand to his face with irritation. "And I suppose you'll also provide assistance about how to measure a Porsche's cup size?"
The collective grins the other six Autobots bore on their faces was enough to instill a feeling of dread in Prowl's spark. Someday he'd learn to shut up and not give the troops ideas.
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I can't believe I'm doing this!
Prowl looked back and forth between his recharging mate and the measuring tape he held in his hand. Not only was he sitting on the edge of their berth, ready to take measure of the size of Jazz's bumper which was, conveniently, where his headlights and grill were positioned in this model. He was going to measure it to find a front cover, commonly referred by humans as 'car bra', that would fit the Porsche.
Admittedly, Prowl wasn't sure he understood the appeal of the faux leather accessory. Sure, he found Jazz's real leather interiors to be one of the sexiest things about his lover's alt mode --the interiors had yet to beat his fascination for Jazz's spoiler, though-- and he could see the practicality of wanting to keep bug guts and corpses out of the grill, but he still couldn't find the appeal. Specially when Jazz had a way to make the cleaning of insect corpses, fluids and body parts off the grill, chassis, and windshield a very, very, very pleasant experience for both of them.
Prowl shook his head to clear his processor from the steamy images that originated from his previous train of thought and set himself to the task at hand. Honoring his designation, the military strategist took measure of the bumper, the diameter of the headlights, the distance between each headlight, height and width of the bumper without disrupting his mate's peaceful recharge.
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The Infamous White Day rolled by and Autobots all over the Ark were exchanging presents, and much to Prowl's dismay, Bluestreak apparently gave his own ideas to Sunstreaker, because the younger Datsun was walking around with a very customized piece of faux leather adorning his ample hood with a car bra of his own. The fact the accessory even contained the lettering 'Property of Sunstreaker. Touch and die' did not help matters.
The Autobot tactician wasn't even sure he wanted to hand out his own present to Jazz, already feeling utter embarrassment just from watching Bluestreak walk around with one.
"Wow, I didn't think Blue had it on him!" Jazz chuckled and jumped on his mate's back, easing himself into a very awkward 'piggy back ride' over his lover. "Happy White Day, Prowler!" The saboteur chanted happily and made a point of giving the Datsun the loudest 'smooch' he could produce when he kissed his cheek.
"H-Happy White Day, Jazz," Prowl nudged the Porsche to get off his back and handed him a box wrapped nicely in shiny white and red wrapping paper with a large bow. "I have to go, I'll see you later. Love you!" With a speed Jazz never thought him capable of, Prowl gave him a quick peck on his lip components and flew the room. When Jazz opened the box to retrieve his gift, a very amused grin adorned his features.
Later that evening Prowl had to be pried and dragged away of his office, both figuratively and literally, by the Lamborghini Twins at Jazz's request. Shoved unceremoniously into his and Jazz's shared quarters, Prowl shot a nasty glare to the door where his 'pit spawns' had been standing just seconds ago, muttering something under his breath.
"Hey, Prowler!"
The aforementioned suddenly remembered where he was and hesitantly turned to face his mate, and proceeded to raise an optic ridge. Laying rather seductively on his side, and sporting the accessory gifted to him earlier that day, was the Autobot saboteur. "How thoughtful of ya." Jazz pointed at the car bra.
"It was Cliffjumper's idea." Prowl stood up and dusted himself off, doing all he could to not look at his mate.
"Evidently," Jazz decided to share the tales of what Brawn did to Cliffjumper to show his appreciation for his 'White Day' gift at a later time. "However, I think it's a little too tight. Perhaps ya could help me with that predicament?"
Jazz's disarming smile and a black fingertip tracing the upper edge of the accessory over one of his headlights was all it took before the tactician decided he would very much like to rid his mate of the offending accessory. A Porsche needed no car bra.
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied Situations.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak, Implied Hound x Mirage... Cliffjumper/Brawn??
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Bluestreak, Cliffjumper, Hound, Mirage, mention of Brawn.
Summary: Prowl is introduced to the tradition of White Day and its peculiar 'offerings'.
Notes: Prowl's likely going to assassinate me for this one if the culprits behind this monster *points to the usernames* can't convince him to spare my life. I'm even more freaked out at the name of one of the manufacturers of these things actually has the word 'lingerie' as part of the company's name. I decided to fit this one within the 'continuity' of Prove me Wrong and Bring the Rain. Pure and absolute crack.
Not Beta'ed so, feel free to correct me.
Everything started innocently one morning while in duty. Prowl was attending his station diligently with Hound, Cliffjumper and Mirage on the remaining stations in the communications post.
Prowl didn't pay much attention to the on-going chatter of his comrades, but he caught a few things here and there, primarily, Cliffjumper bothering Hound and Mirage about an upcoming celebration called White Day. Apparently Jazz spread the news about that one, just like he did with St. Valentine's.
The Autobot tactician didn't pay much more attention to the discussion, he caught up about Cliffjumper bugging Hound to 'spill the beans' and confess what he got for Mirage. On the back of his processor, Prowl made a note to look up this White Day later on, suspecting Jazz would be on the receiving end of the holiday.
However, things went downhill really quickly as soon as his brat, Sideswipe, strode into the room with Sunstreaker and Bluestreak. Prowl couldn't help but feel a little conflicted about the developing relationship between Sunstreaker and Bluestreak. One mech was his actual offspring, and the other was a mech he looked out for like a father would for a son.
And it was then when, with absolute innocence, Sideswipe dropped the question.
"Hey, Prowl. What are you getting Jazz for White day?" Sideswipe's question was half expected, the way he asked it, however, was not.
"I'm not sure what this holiday stands for, Sideswipe." Prowl answered evenly, still a little shocked at the genuine interest Sideswipe showed.
"You don't know what White Day is about?" Bluestreak asked, surprised. "Remember Valentine's? Well, on White Day you're supposed to give something back to the person who gifted you on Valentine's."
Prowl raised an optic ridge. "How is it a holiday if it's an obligation?"
"It's more like thanking the person who gifted you, Prowl. You don't have to do it if you don't want to." Hound interjected and shrugged before he returned to his monitor duty.
"I see," the Datsun cruiser nodded, half concentrating on his monitor duty and half regarding his twins and Bluestreak. "I need to study what are the proper gifts for the date before I can decide."
"Lingerie." Cliffjumper, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Bluestreak replied at unison.
"Pardon?" Prowl raised an optic ridge in confusion. He knew what the garments were, after all, there was a Victoria's Secret shop right by the commercial district of the city nearby and that district happen to be normally within his patrol route. Jazz and lingerie didn't seem to match his idea of 'appealing'.
"Lingerie is what's traditionally given. At least it's what I found out." Sunstreaker replied with a deadpan expression. If he was amused, he was definitely doing a fine job hiding it.
"Please," the tactician turned around on his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he regarded the trio standing next to him. "Tell me the three of you are not entertaining the thought of me finding and acquiring a Cybertronian sized piece of lingerie for Jazz."
"Why not?" Sideswipe shrugged.
"What I am supposed to get him? A Brassier for his helm's horns?" The fact he said that with a straight face only served to send Cliffjumper and Hound into a laughing fit --Mirage had the decency of cover his mouth to stifle his own chuckles.
"Well, you can always get him one of those 'Car Bra' things." Bluestreak sputtered through his hands, which were currently covering his mouth while his frame shook uncontrollably.
"Car... bra?" the older Datsun was sure he wasn't going to like the answer but he just had to ask.
"It's this black thing with holes for the headlights you put over the front of your car to keep the grill clean of bugs. And you know, bug season's coming." Cliffjumper explained with the most devious smile the tactician had ever seen on his face plates.
Prowl merely slapped a hand to his face with irritation. "And I suppose you'll also provide assistance about how to measure a Porsche's cup size?"
The collective grins the other six Autobots bore on their faces was enough to instill a feeling of dread in Prowl's spark. Someday he'd learn to shut up and not give the troops ideas.
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I can't believe I'm doing this!
Prowl looked back and forth between his recharging mate and the measuring tape he held in his hand. Not only was he sitting on the edge of their berth, ready to take measure of the size of Jazz's bumper which was, conveniently, where his headlights and grill were positioned in this model. He was going to measure it to find a front cover, commonly referred by humans as 'car bra', that would fit the Porsche.
Admittedly, Prowl wasn't sure he understood the appeal of the faux leather accessory. Sure, he found Jazz's real leather interiors to be one of the sexiest things about his lover's alt mode --the interiors had yet to beat his fascination for Jazz's spoiler, though-- and he could see the practicality of wanting to keep bug guts and corpses out of the grill, but he still couldn't find the appeal. Specially when Jazz had a way to make the cleaning of insect corpses, fluids and body parts off the grill, chassis, and windshield a very, very, very pleasant experience for both of them.
Prowl shook his head to clear his processor from the steamy images that originated from his previous train of thought and set himself to the task at hand. Honoring his designation, the military strategist took measure of the bumper, the diameter of the headlights, the distance between each headlight, height and width of the bumper without disrupting his mate's peaceful recharge.
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The Infamous White Day rolled by and Autobots all over the Ark were exchanging presents, and much to Prowl's dismay, Bluestreak apparently gave his own ideas to Sunstreaker, because the younger Datsun was walking around with a very customized piece of faux leather adorning his ample hood with a car bra of his own. The fact the accessory even contained the lettering 'Property of Sunstreaker. Touch and die' did not help matters.
The Autobot tactician wasn't even sure he wanted to hand out his own present to Jazz, already feeling utter embarrassment just from watching Bluestreak walk around with one.
"Wow, I didn't think Blue had it on him!" Jazz chuckled and jumped on his mate's back, easing himself into a very awkward 'piggy back ride' over his lover. "Happy White Day, Prowler!" The saboteur chanted happily and made a point of giving the Datsun the loudest 'smooch' he could produce when he kissed his cheek.
"H-Happy White Day, Jazz," Prowl nudged the Porsche to get off his back and handed him a box wrapped nicely in shiny white and red wrapping paper with a large bow. "I have to go, I'll see you later. Love you!" With a speed Jazz never thought him capable of, Prowl gave him a quick peck on his lip components and flew the room. When Jazz opened the box to retrieve his gift, a very amused grin adorned his features.
Later that evening Prowl had to be pried and dragged away of his office, both figuratively and literally, by the Lamborghini Twins at Jazz's request. Shoved unceremoniously into his and Jazz's shared quarters, Prowl shot a nasty glare to the door where his 'pit spawns' had been standing just seconds ago, muttering something under his breath.
"Hey, Prowler!"
The aforementioned suddenly remembered where he was and hesitantly turned to face his mate, and proceeded to raise an optic ridge. Laying rather seductively on his side, and sporting the accessory gifted to him earlier that day, was the Autobot saboteur. "How thoughtful of ya." Jazz pointed at the car bra.
"It was Cliffjumper's idea." Prowl stood up and dusted himself off, doing all he could to not look at his mate.
"Evidently," Jazz decided to share the tales of what Brawn did to Cliffjumper to show his appreciation for his 'White Day' gift at a later time. "However, I think it's a little too tight. Perhaps ya could help me with that predicament?"
Jazz's disarming smile and a black fingertip tracing the upper edge of the accessory over one of his headlights was all it took before the tactician decided he would very much like to rid his mate of the offending accessory. A Porsche needed no car bra.