The image is too pure I can't-

Tailgate sat on the spinny-chair in Swerve's, drinking his first round of Cybertronian alcohol. I sat with him, along with Cyclonus. I tapped my pencil against the counter, thinking hard of what to write.
"So, what are you doing, again?" Cyclonus asked after ten minutes of watching me stalk my paper with confusion and frustration.
"I'm supposed to be doing my 'homework' for Perceptor. He told me to fill this out, and sure enough it is everything I've learned today." Cyclonus tipped his head back quickly and downed another shot of the Cybertronian alcohol. I groaned and rested my head on the counter. I felt someone's servo rest on my back, sweetly rubbing it. I glanced up in defeat to find it wasn't Cyclonus who was doing the comforting. Then I saw Tailgate. He had wrapped an arm around me.
"I'm sure we could help you! Can't we, Cyclonus?" Tailgate chirped.
"I suppose. What is your homework about?" I bit my lip. I didn't want to be embarrassed that I forgot about this...
"I... I need help with star stuff..." Tailgate waved his hand, as in saying 'and...'
"And... uh, specifically what kind of stars are common and which are rare." I faced the counter, then let my optics slide to the floor. I felt embarrassed. Perceptor went over this 5 times!
"Well... okay, let's read the first question. What kind of star is Sirius?" Tailgate read the question on the paper, then looked at Cyclonus with a look that could only be read as 'what the heck does that mean'. Cyclonus looked at the blue and white bot and back to me.
"I... um... I-...." I was too shy to really say an answer. What if they tease me? What if I become the laughing stock of Swerve's?! I mumbled out gibberish stuff that even I didn't know, and looked at the two with nervous optics.
"I didn't hear," Cyclonus said.
"I said, I think it's membfkskd..." I repeated.
"Eh... no. Not quite. Sirius is a binary star." Tailgate looked up at the skelebot.
"How'd you know?!" Cyclonus chuckled.
"I am smarter than I look."
I wrote down the answer nervously, then Tailgate read number two.
"Which star has the brightest glow in the Milky Way galaxy?" I felt my surroundings blurr as I became unreasonably tense. I death gripped my pencil until my hand was shaking. They must have noticed.
"Hey, hey, you don't have to be so nervous. It's okay! I don't know this stuff as well!" Tailgate gave me a pretty, reassuring smile and held my servo.
"It's not Sirius, is it?" Cyclonus shook his head. He looked bored. Like he has been waiting for my answer for hours.
"What's the thing in the sky during the day?" He asked with a servo resting upon his bony cheek.
"The sun?" He nodded.
"Wait- is that the answer?" He sighed and nodded again. I wrote down 'sun' in bold letters, mainly bold due to my anxiety.
"Three! Yay! You're zooming through these!" Said Tailgate with a grin. Sure, his mask hid the grin, but due to the rise of his eye gear, I could see it.
"T-thank you. I couldn't have done it without your help." I motioned to both of them. Cyclonus cleared his throat.
"Oh- right! Three, choices: O, B, A, G, K, M, or F. List in order from rarest to least rare." I felt myself starting to shut down. I didn't know any of this! Did Perceptor even teach this?!
"I... don't.. know..." I mumbled. Tailgate's soft grip on my hand tightened.
"Well, I can tell you the first letter. It's O." Said Cyclonus. I wrote down 'O', slowly and hard on the paper. If I wrote any harder, I'd probably tear the paper. I then saw a chart of temperature. Oh- was this star temperature? But it also said rarity, not temp...
"I'm confused. If the graph shows temperature then why does it ask for rarity?" Tailgate suddenly jolted and realized something.
"The rarity is shown by the temperature!" I 'oh'ed and felt stupid again. If even Tailgate who even isn't in Perceptor's 'class' can figure that out... I must be dumb.
"Well, according to the temperature, O, B, A, F, G, K, M?" Cyclonus stared at me.
"Good job, you figured it out." Tailgate took another shot, having taken two now. I gasped.
"Wait- is that really it?! I thought- but it seems so simple?" Cyclonus nodded.
"You overthought." Tailgate poured the alcohol into his shot glass and took another drink.
"Are you sure you want to drink that much so fast?" I asked as I wrote down the answer. Tailgate shrugged.
"I know my limits." He took another shot.
"Okay... if you say so. Is that all, or are there more questions?" Tailgate went to grab the paper, but his servo missed. He laughed nervously.
"Whoops..." he grabbed the paper and squinted.
"What's wrong? Is the ink blurry or something?" Cyclonus looked at the paper.
"No, the ink looks fine."
"I think it says... gosh, this is hard to read... uh.... What kind of... wait- no, uhh..."
"Are you drunk?" Tailgate cleared his throat and shook his head.
"I don't get drunk easily. Now, the question says, 'what does the temperature mean about stars?' There, see! Ha!" Tailgate smirked playfully. Just to be sure, Cyclonus read the question. Tailgate was right.
"Well, it tells the rarity and temperature obviously." Cyclonus nodded.
"It does." Tailgate held his head.
"Is that all?"
"Yeah, that's all..." Tailgate replied.
"Do you want another drink before we leave?" Cyclonus asked Tailgate, who groaned.
"I don't want another... my head hurts." I chuckled. But also felt bad for the guy. We helped him stand and walked him to his chambers. Cyclonus took my homework for me.
"I can take him from here. Can you give Perceptor that, please?" I told Cyclonus. He replied with a 'yes' and started walking away. Well, not before giving Tailgate a hug and sweet kiss on the head.
"Tailgate, you should lay down." Tailgate only groaned and held his head with both servos, wincing in pain.
"Why didn't you stop me?" He asked.
"I tried, but you seemed to have other plans." Tailgate huffed and moved himself so he was laying down with his head propped up.
"I will get you some water and some medicine. Stay here, okay?" He nodded and closed his optics.

~

When I returned to his room, I saw Tailgate resting softly. He wasn't in complete recharge, but just drifted off. I stared at his adorable form before shaking him gently. He woke up and squinted. I had turned his room light on, sort of forgetting about his bad headache.
"Sorry, do you want it off?" He nodded and had put his pillow over his face.
"How you doing?" I asked as I turned the light off.
"Nauseous, What bout you?" He asked. He didn't have that happy tone in his voice that he normally does. It is sort of... sad.
"Aw, baby... that's why we don't drink lots of alcohol at once..." he quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. I sat there on his bed and waited patiently for him to return. When he did, he wiped his uncovered mouth with a paper towel and shuddered as he got back into bed.
"Better?" I asked. He glared and rested his poor head on his knees and faced the mattress.
"Oh! That reminds me, here!" I handed him the pill I grabbed from First Aid and held a glass of water. He took it and swallowed, then let out a shaky breath as he shuddered.
"I bet it's not the best taste after.. Well, all that." I pointed to the bathroom. He nodded.
"Well, you should get some sleep. I'll be in the main room if you need me." I started to get up when a servo grabbed mine.
"Please, can you stay with me?" He begged. I couldn't help but smile. Then I thought about it. He's probably still hung over, this is his first time getting drunk, and he feels awful.
"It's probably best I stay with you." He grinned and pulled me to him. He moved to the side of his berth and I moved next to him. I had been staring out his window from his berth for a while. Soft snores were all I could hear with the occasional grunt of discomfort. Why didn't I leave? I mean, he's old enough to take care of himself, so why should I be doing all this for him? I faced him and saw the cute and relaxed face of him. He opened his blue optics that seemed to light up the room. He smiled.
"You stayed?" His voice was raspy from just waking up. I looked at the clock and saw it read 4:25 AM. I sighed and stared at the ceiling.
"I did." He sat up a bit and realized how much he had slid down to laying flat.
"What's the matter?"
"I... why did I help you? You're old enough... I could have denied you." He seemed appalled by this question.
"What do you mean? You helped me because you care so much about me. Sure, we are about the same age... but you cared because this was my first time getting drunk... I'm sorry." I felt guilt bubbling up.
"Don't be sorry. I should be sorry." He turned and faced me.
"Why?" I turned and saw how close we were.
"I didn't stop you enough." He grabbed my hand from under the blankets.
"It was my fault. I didn't listen to you and I took the damage." I frowned and felt myself losing control. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into his chest. He blushed.
"Am I still drunk or are you cuddling...me..?" I laughed and pressed a soft kiss to his neck.

"You're not still drunk, I don't think. Though, you did drink a lot. You might be." He blushed more and let a soft chuckle escape his lips.

"In that case, I want to get drunk more often if it means I hallucinate things like this..." He muttered. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Well, I won't allow you. Not if it means I get to experience you feel sick." He frowned.

"I'm doing better, by the way." I smiled and rested my head in the crook of his neck.

"That's great." I sighed softly and he flinched at the warm sensation.

"That tickled.." 

"Oh, why does it not surprise me that you're ticklish?" I poked his side and he flinched again and a soft chuckle once again left his lips. He blushed and pulled me closer.

"You know, you're just too adorable?" As if his already blue cheeks couldn't get any bluer, his face turned more blue.

"I don't think so. You're pretty cute." I giggled.

"No, you."

"Are we going to really do this?" I nodded and let a yawn out.

"Get some sleep, Y/n. We can fight over who's cuter in the morning."

~

We both jumped away at a door slamming open.

"Y/n L/n (if you have one), you have failed me!" Cylonus yelled.

"W-...huh?" 

He growled and threw my homework from yesterday in my face.

"YOU FAILED ME!"

"I...Ohhh, haha...good one. You scared me.."

"What did you get?" the tired Tailgate asked.

"I passed!" 

Cyclonus then realized... 

"Why are you two sleeping together?"

"We wanted to cuddle."

Cyclonus smiled and left us with a 'have fun' expression.

"Let's continue..." I mumbled and had my face pressed to his chest. He held me close and kissed my cheek.

"Can I tell you something I haven't told anyone?"

"Go for it."

"I think I may love you..a-as a f-fri- oh, who am I fooling? I freaking love you." I blushed and hid my face in his chest and let out a cute squeal.

"I love you too!"

And we spent the rest of the cuddling and sleeping.

Well, until a certain Cyclonus decided to barge in and take pictures of us sleeping and send it to Megatron, who was on a different ship, apparently they are still close. Soundwave must have gotten the picture, because Ravage, who was on the ship we are on, was not letting us have privacy at all. A kiss on the lips and Ravage would be hissing at us and yelling at us to take it somewhere more private. Except, he's the one who violated our room...anyway, point is, word got around fast.

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