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Bits and Pieces of Transformers
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Category:
S through Z › Transformers (Movie Only)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
39
Views:
10,393
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Cuteness is a Silver Phone
Title: Cuteness is a Silver Phone
Fandom: Transformers
Word count: 555
Characters: Nociacon/Sam
Requested by: PeyaLuna
AN: So…finally right? Yeah, I know. I procrastinate. I can’t help it. *flails cutely*
So, enjoy. Reviews are loved upon and all that jazz. Byes.
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He was kinda adorable, all small and skittery like. At least Sam though that the little Nokiacon was a mech since he really couldn’t talk all that well since the sudden electrocution. He could chirp rather easily, which was another level of cute, and tended to hiss when someone he wasn’t fond of and didn’t want near Sam got to close.
Watching the small phone scuttle around on the bed, he had to smile as small hands moved around the bullets and weapons that were part of Nokiacons body. He was amazingly fussy with the few things that he still had and that hadn’t been destroyed by the jolt of electricity, always messing with them when he wasn’t with Sam in the outside world. Sam had taken to making little places for him to keep his stuff, using a shelf that sat near the bed for easy access and to keep the small boxes out of the way.
Reaching out, he gently stroked over the little silver back, getting a happy sound from the phone as he finished putting up his little bullets, having rearranged things to include his newest storage drawer. Laughing softly, Sam picked the little phone up before standing from his bed and leaving the hanger turned home that he shared with Bumbleebee. Feeling the little fee tap and prick at his skin, the human continued to pet the sweet Decepticon, feeling him vibrate happily as his legs curled under him.
“Need to get you checked out by Ratchet, little ‘Con,” he hummed, getting a chirp that sounded much like a pout. Laughing quietly, he brought Nokiacon up and rubbed his nose along it’s back, feeling it turn around and two little three fingered hands reach up and rub at his nose in his version of a hug. “Don’t worry, a few cans and a couple of tests and then we’ll go get you some energon, me a fruit shake and maybe watch some History Channel.”
At the words ‘History Channel’ the little phone chirped several times before settling on a vibrating purr, making Sam smile brightly. They had found out, quite by accident, that the little ‘Con rather enjoyed learning about anything, but most especially about history. Ratchet figured that since he was an Earth born and only had a partial knowledge about Cybertron, something that was once more blamed on the shock he had frying a few circuits, he wanted to learn about the people and world that he lived on. It was interesting to see a little crab like phone sit in front of a TV on top of the remote and just stare and absorb the information.
Walking into Ratchets infirmary, he smiled at the fact that the medic was using his holoform to do the check up of his smallest charge.
“Hello, Sam,” came the greeting from the salt and pepper haired man.
“Hey, Ratchet. One Nokiacon, ready and quite unhappy,” Sam greeted as said mech hummed his version of an unhappy growl. Ratchet just laughed lowly and set about doing the tests quickly, giving their tiny comrade a clean bill of health, if needing to eat. With that note, Sam headed for the community hanger, intent on taking over the TV with Nokiacon.
After all, alone, their puppy eyes were dangerous. Together, they were outright deadly.
Fandom: Transformers
Word count: 555
Characters: Nociacon/Sam
Requested by: PeyaLuna
AN: So…finally right? Yeah, I know. I procrastinate. I can’t help it. *flails cutely*
So, enjoy. Reviews are loved upon and all that jazz. Byes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He was kinda adorable, all small and skittery like. At least Sam though that the little Nokiacon was a mech since he really couldn’t talk all that well since the sudden electrocution. He could chirp rather easily, which was another level of cute, and tended to hiss when someone he wasn’t fond of and didn’t want near Sam got to close.
Watching the small phone scuttle around on the bed, he had to smile as small hands moved around the bullets and weapons that were part of Nokiacons body. He was amazingly fussy with the few things that he still had and that hadn’t been destroyed by the jolt of electricity, always messing with them when he wasn’t with Sam in the outside world. Sam had taken to making little places for him to keep his stuff, using a shelf that sat near the bed for easy access and to keep the small boxes out of the way.
Reaching out, he gently stroked over the little silver back, getting a happy sound from the phone as he finished putting up his little bullets, having rearranged things to include his newest storage drawer. Laughing softly, Sam picked the little phone up before standing from his bed and leaving the hanger turned home that he shared with Bumbleebee. Feeling the little fee tap and prick at his skin, the human continued to pet the sweet Decepticon, feeling him vibrate happily as his legs curled under him.
“Need to get you checked out by Ratchet, little ‘Con,” he hummed, getting a chirp that sounded much like a pout. Laughing quietly, he brought Nokiacon up and rubbed his nose along it’s back, feeling it turn around and two little three fingered hands reach up and rub at his nose in his version of a hug. “Don’t worry, a few cans and a couple of tests and then we’ll go get you some energon, me a fruit shake and maybe watch some History Channel.”
At the words ‘History Channel’ the little phone chirped several times before settling on a vibrating purr, making Sam smile brightly. They had found out, quite by accident, that the little ‘Con rather enjoyed learning about anything, but most especially about history. Ratchet figured that since he was an Earth born and only had a partial knowledge about Cybertron, something that was once more blamed on the shock he had frying a few circuits, he wanted to learn about the people and world that he lived on. It was interesting to see a little crab like phone sit in front of a TV on top of the remote and just stare and absorb the information.
Walking into Ratchets infirmary, he smiled at the fact that the medic was using his holoform to do the check up of his smallest charge.
“Hello, Sam,” came the greeting from the salt and pepper haired man.
“Hey, Ratchet. One Nokiacon, ready and quite unhappy,” Sam greeted as said mech hummed his version of an unhappy growl. Ratchet just laughed lowly and set about doing the tests quickly, giving their tiny comrade a clean bill of health, if needing to eat. With that note, Sam headed for the community hanger, intent on taking over the TV with Nokiacon.
After all, alone, their puppy eyes were dangerous. Together, they were outright deadly.