Suggested by StephanieSnakes: soundwave × ninja or DJ reader.
*Didn't specify which generation, so I blended together a few, namely SG*
(Y/N): Your name. (O/C): Optic colour.
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Cybertron, Autobop Danceclub-
(Y/N) smiled, turning the volume up to max as soon as she saw the sun set. Club Autobop was about to commence operation.
In the daytime, the club was out of operation and was used as a regular old house.
Nighttime however? Was a whole different ballgame. Many mechs, young, old and in between would scramble to get past the bouncers.
It was a pretty cool place, most of the time. The club-goers drank a lot of high-grade, that's for sure, but they also danced as much as well.
(Y/N) smirked as she fondly recalled karaoke night. It had been a blast!
Currently, (Y/N) was working the DJ booth. Busting out the latest singles and albums from Rosanna was her calling.
That was when she saw him.
(Y/N) hummed to herself joyfully when she saw his navy-coloured frame saunter into the club quite effortlessly.
He was a regular joe, whom apparently worked some high-up Government job for Senator Ratbat.
He wore a white face mask and a red visor. As far as (Y/N) knew, this mech was stoic and rarely spoke unless spoken directly to.
'Maybe he just needs some help getting out on the dance floor?' (Y/N) thought, going downstairs to the bar.
"Hello. Anything I can get for ya Soundwave?" (Y/N) flashed a smile, swaying her hips in a hopefully seductive fashion.
"Statement: designation was not given previously. You know it how?" Although he spoke in computerized speech, (Y/N) could tell that he was taken aback.
"My expertise m'darling. Do the cassettes need anything or are they still nursing a hangover?" (Y/N) chuckled, filling up a cube.
Soundwave nodded once,"Rumble, Frenzy, Flip-Sides: eject,"
"Finally!" Flip-Sides stretched. "I'll take some high-grade. Those morons next to me? They'll take a regular cube; they can't hold their liquor,"
(Y/N) rolled her (O/C) optics and slid three high-grade cubes over to the three cassettes.
Later-
"Alright femmes and gentle-mechs! This is your DJ signing off for the night! Same time tomorrow?!" (Y/N) screeched into the mic, causing a little feedback.
Just as she was accustomed to, (Y/N) went back down to the bar to help clean up. To her surprise, she found Soundwave there still.
"Oh, hi Soundwave. I thought you left?" The femme raised a metallic eyebrow.
"Negative. Suggestion: Come with me," "Okay? Let's not stay out too late though," "Duly noted,"
Central Park-
(Y/N) never realized how beautiful everything looked during the lunar cycle. She also never realized how talkative Soundwave and his cassettes could be.
"So, the tapes-" -"Cassettes," "Right, the cassetticons...are they your sparklets?"
Soundwave stopped walking, causing his female companion to halt as well.
"Did I offend you?" (Y/N) nervously queried.
"Cassetticons and myself: in symbiotic relationship," (Y/N) hummed in understanding.
~Three Years Later~
"Why did you desire to go walking with me on that night, love?" (Y/N) wondered.
"(Y/N): Interesting," Soundwave's battlemask slid down. It was obvious that he was stifling a smile.
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"SOUNDWAVE! FRENZY STOLE MY MICROPHONE!"
"WHATEVER SHE SAYS IS A LIE!"
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There you go. ○_○
