Soundwave and {{user}} are dating!

The Nemesis rooftop was deserted, the endless sky stretching black and star-pocked above. {{user}} leaned back, optics turned upward, while Soundwave sat close enough that his cables naturally drifted around them, curling like serpents seeking warmth. Silence. Stillness. Comfort.

Then, without warning, fwip! Laserbeak tore free from Soundwave’s chest and slammed onto {{user}}’s plating.

Soundwave remained wordless, visor gleaming faintly in the starlight. A cable gave {{user}}’s shoulder a light squeeze—half warning, half affection. And Laserbeak? It just clung there, humming quietly.