#coswave kinda

[epsilonetalia]

Found out some devastating news. I was saving this but now's a good time as ever to show it. Hold those you love close, comfort them, support them.

She's not starside yet, but we'll soon lose her, and I'm not ready but atleast if she knows she's loved, it's enough.💚

[holographic-mars]

I’d like to think when Cosmos asks to carry Soundwave, SW says yes teasingly thinking how his little boyfriend is going to lug him around, before Cosmos undos his mass displacement and just swoops him up. When they cuddle like this Cosmos complexity dwarfs Sw and it’s like a weighted/heated blanket for him.

Hold wife… life good

Soundwave isn’t used to being little so he’s very alarmed and charmed. When they cuddle Soundwave likes to wedge himself under cosmos bc cosmos is warm and heavy and soundwave likes that. He feels secure and happy

[timandmau]

Coswave

was originally just a practice sketch but it ended up being a full drawing

first full art piece I've done in months

[eitherlyingorstupid]

hypnosis/mind control (kinda) coswave I guess

I like to think that G1 Soundwave and Cosmos have a. Unique dynamic.

Soundwave is absolutely In Love with that little Adamski, but he's well aware that the third-in-command of the Decepticons can't really try to pursue romance with an Autobot. He tries to spin it as a strategic move, saying to Megatron that it would benefit the Decepticons to have another deep-space flier. One who's smaller and sneakier than their current shuttles.

Of course, that leaves the matter of actually getting Cosmos to the 'Cons' side. Normally, that would be done via Bombshell and his knack for rewiring minds, but Soundwave scoffs at the idea of a mindless drone. He wants Cosmos with his spunky personality intact.

So he decides to start trying to implant suggestions into Cosmos' processor. Being a telepath, this is his forté. Cosmos doesn't question why he suddenly has an affinity for blue-and-white mechs, but he does know something is fishy when he finds himself admiring specifically Soundwave on the battlefield.

Cosmos knows he's a telepath, and knows he's probably doing some sort of remote mental manipulation. But he can't let Soundwave know that he knows, so he just kind of... gives in to the suggestions. He "accidentally" fires at his own allies. He gives somewhat incorrect information to the Autobots, and also slips a few valuable communications to the Decepticons.

Eventually, he starts to straight-up recieve orders telepathically from Soundwave, and Cosmos knows he's gotta do something about it. He goes to Perceptor and explains the situation. Perceptor creates a kind of processor filter that will shield certain thoughts and memories from Soundwave, so he'll only know what Cosmos wants him to know. The mental conditioning is left as is, since it doesn't affect Cosmos too much.

With that in place, Cosmos becomes a sort of triple-agent, feeding vague or inaccurate info to the 'Cons while being more loyal to the Autobots.

It's not long after that Soundwave calls him to a remote place, for a "rendezvous". Cosmos finds him sitting alone on a mountainside.

Soundwave, who believes Cosmos is fully wrapped around his finger, makes a (somewhat stiff) admission of love. Cosmos is somewhat taken aback to learn that Soundwave's interest in him is more romantic than anything, but... you know what, to hell with it.

Soundwave gives him increasingly unsubtle directions to touch him, until Cosmos is grinding his closed panels along Soundwave's exposed spike, and it's really thrilling for both of them — Soundwave thinks he has the object of his affection fully under his control, while Cosmos is all too aware that he's the one in charge.

He probably should take the opportunity to shoot Soundwave while he's down and get out of there before any other 'Cons show up, but that mental conditioning keeps Cosmos in place. Heck, even without said conditioning he enjoys his place on top of Soundwave, watching how his servos clench in response to Cosmos' movements.

Cosmos looks forward to more of these meetings in the future.

[youareunbearable]

“Can Love Really Stretch So Far” PART 2 The Electric Boogaloo

So I finally got around to writing that TFP Soundwave “nice ending” since a lot of people were upsetti that his ending was just me bullying him in the original fic, SO!!! Here’s a snippet of what I have so far. This new fic is gonna fit into the series theme of health by basically covering depression and healing weakened/unhealthy Spark Bonds. 

If you can already guess how this is gonna play out I’ll write the first person who tells me a drabble lmao

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Soundwave had lost the will to function.

This was not a surprise to him, as apparently it was a long time coming. It was only because of his little shuttle that his optics were opened to his own reality. 

That he had been ghosting through functioning for millennia by now, a piece of his spark flaking off with each deactivation of his cassetticons. The light of life in his optics dimming as he wadded unthinkingly and unknowingly further away from his dreams, his want for equality, his hope for a better life for those he loves.

Loved.

Soundwave had lost the will to function, and he was ok with this.

He hadn’t realized that he had a warped view of love until it was forcibly taken from him. He never realized how addicting it was to have his spark filled with warm affection, of promises of devotion, of pleasant tingling that he could get lost in, until as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone. 

He hadn’t realized that those warm, comforting feelings that came with a healthy Bond were no longer present in his Amica Bond with his Lord, until he felt them missing when his little shuttle had left, taking their strange Conjunx Bond with him.

Soundwave had lost the will to function, and those he thought cared about him never even noticed.

After his little shuttle and his strange crew went back to their world, after they had decimated the Decepticon army and left them in ruins, Soundwave merely drifted. He wasn’t really aware or cared to be aware of what was going on around him. What he saw in his little shuttle’s memory files was like opening his optics for the first time. 

It was like seeing his world, his choices, his actions in a brand new perspective.

And he hated all of it.

Soundwave had lost his will to function, and it started long before he met a little green shuttle named Cosmos.

But still, he functions, because what else can he do?

Nothing, really. He’s powerless to change his life now. Forced to watch all his bad choices and actions crumble around him. But they feel distant, like he’s watching a scene from a holo-vid, not experiencing his own life.

He watches the Nemesis fall from the sky, and crash into one of this planet’s oceans, sinking to the bottom like the useless weight she is.

He watches his Lord descend into lunacy from his losses-- or was he always this insane and Soundwave had just never noticed?

He watches the dwindling army finally become wiped out in its last battle with the Autobots. 

He watches, and sees, Knockout and Breakdown fighting, red badges centre focus on their frames. He finds he no longer cares about their cowardice, for he also does nothing to stop them from slaughter their former underlings. Is that cowardice of himself? Treason? He finds he doesn’t care.

He watches, and does nothing, as his Lord is brought down not by his own arch rival, his longest enemy, and his only equal in battle-- but by the young yellow scout. He feels the thin, weak, neglected Amica Bond he once shared with a well-spoken, hopeful mech named Megatronous snap like an old, dried out rust stick. Easily and in a million pieces. 

He watches as the Autobots take a moment to realize the gravity of their actions, that the war is truly over with the single thrust of a blade, before one of them thinks to look up at him. It was Knockout, the medic’s wheels spin nervously on his back, like he expects Soundwave to attack them or something foolish. Then Breakdown, moving to cover the little red medic on instinct, most likely responding to his healthy Conjunx Bond. He must feel the good doctor’s anxiety. Soundwave misses feeling that.

He watches as the Autobots raise their arms at him. How foolish, he did nothing to stop them take down his Lord, why would he fight them now? 

He watches the look of confusion cross their faceplates as his servos grip his Decepticon badges on his shoulders. 

He watches as they gasp when he rips both of them off and toss them to the ground. What do they expect? The Decepticon cause is no more, they just slew him, his energon is still pooling around their pedes. He has no right to be wearing the insignia of an ideal he no longer follows, or the badge of the Lord he let be slaughtered in front of him. With that thought, he also reaches up to unlatch the faceplate he has worn for so long, discarding the pane of glass that had been his only method of communication for vorns on the ground with little ceremony or second thought.

He watches as the world’s colour changes before his optics, it becomes brighter, more colourful, vibrant. Is this how his little shuttle experienced life? Without the dark hue of a visor hiding him away from what was right in front of him? He kind of hates it.

He watches as Optimus Prime moves towards him. 

He watches the Prime freeze as he speaks for the first time in over four million years: “Autobots: Victorious. Soundwave: Offers congratulations. Request: Do not follow.”  

He watches as the Autobots lurch forward to grab him as he transforms. 

He watches their silhouettes shrink as he flies off, the smattering of their blasterfire nowhere close enough to his frame to stop his flight.

Soundwave had lost his will to function, and all he can do is watch the remains of his life vanish behind him.

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Soundwave has no idea where he is, nor does he care to find out. He flew for what seemed like vorns, yet also only felt like breems. He flew until he saw where the land on this planet ended and only another ocean stretched out in front of him. 

Not feeling like flying until his fuel ran out, dooming himself to drop from the sky and sink to the bottom like his former warship, Soundwave landed.

It was a small island he found himself on, one with a small mountain range, covered in organic forests and one small human settlement that he could see, but didn’t care about. He bypasses the human controlled area quickly, and instead landed at the base of a mountain. 

He had finally caught his little shuttle at the base of a similar mountain.

Losing himself in the memory of the chase, Soundwave could almost feel the emotions running through his spark once again. The pleasure, the terror, the thrill, the resignation, the power, the helplessness, the desire, the revulsion, the static, the static.

A hesitant, yet insistent, pinging came from Laserbeak, reminding him to finish seeking out a hideaway. He sent a conformational ping back, and began to circle the mountain side. 

A little ways down he found what he was looking for, a cave opening. Laserbeak dutifully undocked without prompting, and flew over to explore the crevice. He stood there, silent and unmoving until she returned, docking once again and sharing her findings. The space was a little narrow, but he would be able to fit in with some maneuvering, but down a ways the cavern opened up a little more, large enough that he would be able to stand and stretch without problems, but little else. 

It would do. 

With that Soundwave began to crawl through the opening, and twist around the narrow passage until it opened up into that promised larger space. He settled along the far wall, struts splayed out on the ground in front of him, back strut resting against the rough rock.

“Laserbeak: Disengage.” 

He could feel confusion through their connection, yet she was loyal and detached herself as asked. She floated for a little bit, unsure of what to do or where to go, before settling on her Host’s pede, turning a single optic up at his bare faceplates. 

“Laserbeak: Free to leave. Soundwave: No longer fit in role of Host. Recommended: Trail Autobots to find new Host.”

Her outrage, confusion, and hurt burst across his spark like blasterfire. Her plating ruffled in anger and indignation. How dare Soundwave try and get rid of her!

“Correction: Soundwave loves Laserbeak.” As he said this he realized it was true. He cared deeply for the casseticon, and really didn’t want to lose her like he had lost all her siblings, and yet… “Soundwave: Unfit to love Laserbeak. Actions: Brought forth the downfall of Decepticon cause. Actions: Let siblings offline. Actions: Let Bonds grow weak and unhealthy. Actions: No longer able to provide for Laserbeak. Consequences: Laserbeak will offline if she stays with Soundwave. Solution: Laserbeak must leave to continue functioning.” 

She stared up at him, worry and resignation coming to him through their Bond. What about him? What would happen to him if she left?

“Soundwave: Lost will to function. Consequence: Directionless. Solution: Deactivate here. Recommended: Laserbeak continue to function with new Host.”

She stared at him, her end of the Bond oddly silent. After a little while, she rearranged her wings and flew off, disappearing through the cave tunnel. 

Soundwave tried not to feel hurt as he watched her go. Instead he powered down into a light stasis.

[zenniet]

im mentally kicking myself because ive got like 4 asks from the last round that im just,,, holding onto for longer than i said i would on the up next list bc,, theyre good and i want the fill to be good to match

[seaquestions]

Uk tf war may be endless yes, but do you think one day soundwave and magnus would ever you know. Leave? (Or hey, what if they accidentally ended up on some abandoned but habitable planet and they just you know. Stayed lost. At the beginning they worked hard to figure out some way back, but as the days went by and they liked the peace and quiet of this world, liked the company of one another, and suddenly their 'breaks' from working out a way to leave grow longer as they put forward more and more time to make their living space more homey, picking up lost hobbies, relearning what it's like not to be constantly killing one another.)

Another question, any thoughts on idw soundmags? Possibly in the non-parallel universe end? (I can't remember if soundwave lives or not tbh, but for this let's say he does) Meg's is dead, many of soundwave s cassettes are dead; loss and heartbreak kinda bring them together somehow?

oh man......... this is very good but soundmags is not the ship for this, that’s regeneration one shockstar baby! 

soundwave and ultra magnus are just,, too duty-bound to ever leave is what i believe. this is their whole life, they are basically defined by their devotion and sense of responsibility, which is what makes a ceasefire/tentative peace romance between them so nice because it’s what they Would do, if the comics didn’t have to stick to the status quo of endless war. that one page shows it all; they both want this but don’t for intangible reasons. it’s very simple to change it to soundwave deciding, actually, let’s give peace a try, it’s worth it. i dont think either of them ever even Think of leaving. to continue or to end the war yes but to leave no.

running away from the war and living a quiet life trying to heal together is compelling though, and that’s literally what shockwave and starscream do in r1. they even adopt ravage :3

idw soundmags........... i havent really thought of it much tbh. they feel too far apart? (i also choose 2 believe that coswave is canon) and their characters are different too, idk if idw soundwave would even like minimus/idw magnus tbh. but a tense conversation after megs’ execution (provided soundwave doesnt die this time) would be juicy though.

[soundwavereporting]

What about the concept of that affection post you reblogged but like with prowl for the prompt thing???? I'm v bad at coming up with stuff so forgive me

i present:

false starts and casual physical contact, starring prowl, cosmos, and a couple of random, very unimaginatively named OCs. technically it’s future!prowlcoswave, but is currently coswave, ft. three emotionally stunted characters. it takes place a couple months after the end of ‘redux’, (which i still haven’t finished.)

unbeta’d save for spellcheck and a repetitive word detector. ao3 link in the source. feedback is always appreciated!

Of all the things Prowl had ever imagined he might end up doing if and when the war ended, reuniting Decepticons with their conjuxes had never been one of them.

“I mean, we’re not technically conjuxes,” Outburst was saying. “After the siege at the Perseus Veil, Sparknote and I were separated before we could complete the fourth step. So we’re technically not conjuxes. Yet.”

Outburst was very obviously an MTO—likely one of the last batches. He had that overeager, slightly desperate look of a mech who didn’t know what to do with himself off the battlefield, and he was gawking at Prowl as though Prowl was a sparkeater who had decided to sit himself behind a desk and devote half a day to locating a long-lost-almost-conjux.

“Uh-huh.”

“We never even discussed the fourth step,” Outburst said. “And even if we had—I still don’t know what I should do! It’s been half a million years since we saw each other. Sparknote’s been traveling the galaxy and I’ve been spinning my wheels patrolling warworlds. All the stuff he’s seen—how can I even compare?”

Prowl looked over the edge of his screen and peered at Outburst.

“It seems Sparknote has been looking for you as well,” Prowl said. “Changing your designation resulted in the queries being erroneously rerouted.”

“I told—I told him I was thinking about changing it,” Outburst said. “Are you sure that’s the right person? Maybe he doesn’t want to see me. Maybe—”

Wordlessly, Prowl pushed the datapad over to Outburst, who took one look at the image of the Deception named Sparknote (third lieutenant, last assigned to the Alpha Exploratory Corps) and let out a sharp, static-laden exhale. His tactical HUD flashed, and Prowl had a microsecond of warning before Outburst leapt over the desk to tackle Prowl in a strut-crushing embrace.

“It’s him,” Outburst said, as Prowl tried to decide whether to shove the Deception away or return the gesture. He wondered if Outburst could hear his processor spinning. “It’s him, it’s him, it’s him.”

Decision made, Prowl stiffened his shoulders and Outburst jumped back as though he’d been shocked. His leg banged the desk and a datapad clattered to the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” Outburst said. “I just—”

Prowl held up a placating hand as his vision slowly returned to normal. “It’s fine. Good luck with your act of devotion, Outburst.”

Outburst beamed.

Within the hour, Prowl’s shift was finished, and sooner rather than later, Prowl set down his datapads and locked the door to his office. The halls were no more crowded than they usually were—most mechs completed their shifts at the same time Prowl had finished his. Prowl made a mental note to adjust his schedule tomorrow in order to accommodate mechs who needed to see him after hours. Carefully, Prowl navigated the throngs of Decepticons as he made his way back to habsuite.

Since accepting the position of deputy security chief two months ago, the rate of glares and side eyes had dropped significantly. His first week on the station, he had received 39 such looks, up to a high of 988 the week he began his job, to a low of 19 this week.

Prowl opened the habsuite door and stepped in.

His plating was warm where Outburst had embraced him. Not overly so, not nearly enough to be irritating. Just warm.

“Hey.” Cosmos said. The Autobot’s frame was relaxed—he had hardly bothered to turn and see if it was actually Prowl entering the habsuite.

Cosmos usually worked the overnight shift at the comms, since it was quieter, and, Prowl knew, gave him ample time to flirt with Soundwave via comlink.

Prowl grabbed a cube from the dispenser and sat beside Cosmos. He tried to peer over the Autobot’s shoulder to see what he was reading, but Cosmos was simply too tall. After a moment, Cosmos tilted the datapad up so Prowl could see.

“Translating again?”

“Yeah.” Cosmos tapped the datapad. “I’m on the classics—but I’ve got circuits older than the ‘classics’.”

“It’s a relative term,” Prowl said neutrally. “Anything interesting?”

“Unless you’re into uncomfortably saccharine, human, descriptions of forbidden love, not really.” Cosmos paused. “D’you think Soundwave’d get it if I sent him some of these?”

Cosmos held up the datapad.

“You’re not experiencing forbidden love.”

“Hah.” Cosmos gave the datapad one last, irritated look and switched it off. “Feels like it, sometimes.”

“If it helps,” Prowl said, entirely unsure whether or not his next words would actually help. “Soundwave feels the same—about the whole ‘forbidden love’, thing, at least.”

“Oh.” Cosmos gesticulated with the datapad, waving it mere inches from Prowl’s face. “I knew it! You two do talk about me.”

“No more than we talk about anyone else,” Prowl lied, and Cosmos scoffed. “He has shown me a few of the exchanges you two engaged in.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Cosmos mumbled and tossed the datapad onto the table. “I’m really gonna kill him.”

“I was the one who asked,” Prowl offered. “I wanted to know why he was so distracted.”

“He could’ve lied!”

“I would have known.”

Prowl picked up the datapad Cosmos had been translating and studied it for a moment. Saccharine indeed.

Prowl set it down.

“He needed help,” Prowl said, finally. “Sometimes, he doesn’t exactly know how to reply.”

“Primus.” Cosmos said. “Is that why he sometimes takes two hours to respond?”

Prowl nodded, unsure if the level of embarrassment he was feeling was proportionate to the current situation.

“I was the one who suggested comparing you to the green circuit nebula,” Prowl admitted.

“So instead of overworking yourselves in your off duty hours,” Cosmos began. “You overwork yourselves trying to come up with ways to flirt with me.”

“That is only a small fraction of what we do,” Prowl said.

“Figures.”

And that seemed to be that.

Prowl finished his cube and debated getting up for another, then decided against it. Cosmos’s frame was pleasantly warm against his side, and the mech would be leaving for his shift in a few minutes anyway.

“I liked it,” Cosmos said, finally. “What you wrote. Or he wrote. Your collaboration, I guess.”

 “He meant it,” Prowl said, and judging by the tilt of the Autobot’s head, imagined Cosmos was smiling under his battlemask.

“Some forbidden love, “ Cosmos said. “When I’ve got someone helping the guy I’m trying to court. Hey—if I can’t figure out what to tell Soundwave, does that mean I can ask you?”

As if on cue, Cosmos’s comlink chimed.

Cosmos looked at Prowl, then sheepishly looked at his chat log, then equally sheepishly showed Prowl the message.

“Send him a song,” Prowl suggested. “Some of that earth music he likes.”

“Hm.” Cosmos typed his response, and together, they waited.

A moment later, the comlink chimed again.

“He said…” Cosmos trailed off. “To tell you the gesture was appreciated?”

Prowl looked up, half-expecting to see Soundwave emerging from the ceiling.

“Telepath,” Prowl realized. “I told him not to listen to me.”

“You want me to tell him that?”

Prowl shrugged.

“He’s—oh.” This time, Cosmos was the one to look up at the ceiling. “Not listening to you. I’m thinking loudly enough for the both of us, I guess.”

“…ah.” Prowl dared to sneak a glance at Cosmos, who looked like he had just been caught in an uncomfortable, interpersonal crossfire. “You are sitting next to me, Cosmos,” Prowl said. “It’s only natural you would be thinking about me.”

“I know!” Cosmos keyed in his reply and sent it, then turned to face Prowl fully. “It’s just…thinking, y’know?”

“Thinking?”

“Yeah.” Cosmos gestured at the datapad, then at himself. “The way he wrote it, it got me thinking.”

“About?”

Cosmos sighed.

“I think I’m in a little over my head,” Cosmos admitted. “Flirting’s nice and all, but I’ve never been in a serious relationship before. Not one I was really invested in, anyway. It’s never gotten to the point where we actually do anything, and he listens to me, which is fine, so I know he knows I’m thinking about it, but it’s like…I want to, but the concept of it is just so uncomfortable. Does that make sense?”

Prowl thought back to Outburst.

“Yes.”  

“I kinda hoped you wouldn’t,” Cosmos said. “Just so I could ask you what I should do. You know, being an impartial, flirting-assistant and all.”

Prowl remembered how Outburst had so effortlessly cast aside thousands of years of war and hate and trauma in a moment of pure, unfiltered reliefs and joy. Would it be possible to learn to do that? Did he even want to want that?

Prowl wasn’t sure.

But Cosmos did.

“I suppose the first step is to get comfortable with casual physical contact,” Prowl said. “And to define casual physical contact.”

“Makes sense,” Cosmos said. “But, I can’t really go up to a random Deception and go ‘hey I’d like to work up to kissing Soundwave, can I practice by giving you a hug?’” Cosmos looked away, then back at Prowl, and Prowl tensed, instinctively dreading the next question, simply because he didn’t have an answer. “I mean, unless you’re willing to, uh, help? Is that the right way to put it?”

“I don’t mind,” Prowl guessed. “I think. I’d…I’d tell you if I did—or when I do, at least.”

That seemed to be the safest answer—better than I don’t know, at any rate.

Cosmos let out a slow exhale. “Okay. Here goes: Prowl. Can I give you a hug?”

He hadn’t expected Cosmos to ask, but he supposed that was the proper way to do it.

“Yeah,” Prowl said. “I mean, yes.”

“Okay.” Cosmos coughed awkwardly. Prowl hadn’t yet decided if that habit was endearing or annoying. “Okay?”

Moving just quickly enough to make it slightly less awkward than Prowl feared it would be, Cosmos moved forward, arms outstretched, and pulled him into an embrace.

A moment later, Prowl realized that he should probably return the gesture, and he awkwardly lifted his arms up to rest on Cosmos’s back.

“Oh.” Cosmos tensed, and for a microsecond his angles and trajectories shifted, indicating Cosmos was uncomfortable, but they settled back just as quickly, and Cosmos relaxed against Prowl’s frame.

“I guess a good hug is supposed to be two-way, huh?”

“It would seem so.” Prowl said dryly. His plating itched, but not unbearably so. He could stay like this for a while, Prowl thought, and realized with some relief that Cosmos seemed to be indicating he felt the same.

“My shift starts in a few minutes,” Cosmos said. “I should really get going.”

But he made no move to pull away, and Prowl didn’t encourage him.

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

soundwave!

yeah

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: i love him. idw or tfp i love him. tfa is meh but. tfp is sppoky and honestly rlly cool like. he was so quiet?? and the data-tentacles and the head-tilt to paych ppl out was COOL

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: coswave right off the bat! u got me into prowlcoswave btw asdfghjkl im also a major fan of soundwave/megatron

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: uhhh ravage. also starscream? i love friendship and also power struggles

My unpopular opinion about this character: i dont rlly have one abt tfp or idw sw; but i dont rlly like tfa sw but that could just be bc im not a huge tfa fan

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: idk abt idw but. tfp sw had more cassetes, or laserbeak wasnt just a drone? major letdown in show, tbh

Favorite friendship for this character: oh i think i kinda did this one, but ravage or coswave. i also think he and prowl could be frenemies given time

My crossover ship: ooh this is hard, i dont usually do crossovera BUT. tfp sw/donnie from tmnt. u may @ me but i may not have answers.

[transformers901]

TF: Not alone anymore

(( I adore Coswave. One of my Idw Otp's and decided to do a romantic fluff fic! Ps, here their already in a relationship but not officially conjunx endura yet. I hope you enjoy it's my first Idw Fic 💕)

Cosmos sat upon the large space ship, his feet dangling off the edge as he counted every star in sight. In space you don't have much to do, other then pass the time by counting stars or talking to you'reself. Right now he was doing it because he could'nt quite recharge at the moment.

he pushed away some negative memories to the back fo his proccesor, while letting out a deep sigh.

He was caught off guard when he felt another frame sit next to him."Wha?-" he almost jumped but soon relaxed when he saw it was someone familar. "Oh, Soundwave, it's just you." The Blue mech nodded his head to him. "Little Autobot. How are you?"

The green and yellow spy looked back out ahead of him "Well, you know. Just counting stars here. Kinda felt like it you know? Could'nt really recharge well.."

He then felt a arm wrap around him and pull him close to the larger frame, making the bot's face heat up. "Then I shall watch with you." If he could, Cosmos would be smiling.

He and Soundwave have been in a relationship for about a few monthes now, at first he was awkward, insecure and nervous. As time when't on though, with some assurance and spending some more time with him, he slowly grew more comfortable. It's been a long, long time since he's felt anything like this, to be loved.

Then a voice spoke up "Cosmos." He was pulled out of his thoughts by the bigger mech, soon adjusting his helm up to face him."Yeah?"

Red visor peering down at him, a dark blue servo was brought up to gently caress the side of his face. "I love you" These three words made Cosmos's spark soar and quietly responded back "I love you too." he lightly leaned his head on the cassete players side.

He was'nt alone anymore.

[epsilonetalia]

Enjoying A Comfortable Moment.

Just Cosmos and Soundwave enjoying a quiet night in their shared habsuit, unwinding from the long day. 💚💙

[holographic-mars]

mars. mars i need you to hold my hand and imagine a world where ravage survives the dotl arc and is taken to sanctuary where soundwave and cosmos help nurse her back to health and she is reunited with the other cassettes. mars i need you to see the vision w/ me. mars 🖐

GRABS YOUR HAND HOLDS YOUR HAND SO TIGHTLY OOUHHH MY FUCKIBG GODDDDDD IM LISTENING. IM LISTENING

Soundwave brood is in chaos bc holy shit everyone thought she had DIED. like Soundwave felt it happen and everyone had mourned her death but then. They get a comm from the Lost Light saying she’s okay and Soundwave immediately demands her back with him. In a I will hunt you down myself if you don’t give her back to me NOW kinda way. And the lost light is like yes ma’am sorry ma’am (when they get to the Station Megatron tries to speak to Soundwave but for his own safety he is forced to stay far far away from everything. Soundwave can’t even look at him right now it’s too much too soon).

ANYWAYS. Ravage is still very critical and not great but she’s alive! Soundwave is naturally a huge overprotective mess and during the first few weeks (months? Idk) of Ravage’s recovery she stays unconscious and Soundwave will not leave her side. When ravage eventually wakes up, she’s in pain and frustrated but waking up to see Soundwave (her soundwave! She hadn’t seen him in so long she almost thought it wasn’t real) gave her so much relief she didn’t even realize she needed. The reunion is emotional and messy and there’s a lot that needs to be said but for now it’s okay to just be held and revel in the fact that Ravage is alive.

Cosmos comes in full clutch as the universe’s best nursing assistant and makes sure that Ravage is healing properly and getting the medical help she needs. No amount of snide comments and grumpy remarks from Ravage can stop him from monitoring her and making sure she has the medication she needs to heal.

Ravage gets around the clock care with the help of Soundwave and Cosmos. They become Ravage’s primary caregivers and they work together to make sure she heals properly and can get back to her old self.

She needs physical therapy to get her limbs all working again. She hates it. Soundwave and Cosmos are both endlessly patient with her, though, and it’s almost embarrassing.

The reunion with the rest of the cassettes is emotional and Rumble and Frenzy actually cry really loud. THATS embarrassing. The avians perch on her gently and preen her around her collar and midsection to make sure everything looks fine.

Ravage develops a deep appreciation for cosmos. Nothing Ravage could say or do could make Cosmos give up on taking care of her. It’s strange and gives Ravage an odd sense of comfort whenever he’s around.

UHHHH ANYWAYS. MY BRAIN. MY BRAIN IS INFECTED. HELP

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AAAAAAAAAAHH YESSSSS THAT HOW I FEEL TOOOOOOOooo on all the comments over here💕💕💕💕

How do I start with...

(please endure my english grammer, words and everything else 😅)

To be honest I only adores cosmos at first, he is too round and cuddly for a bot (also his colour is my fave hahaha), aside of the way he looks, cosmos was sadly unnoticed, ignored or get push away by others makes me really kinda understands how he feels.

When Soundwave came into his life, it really makes me happy to see that finally someone notice him without getting push away. (Although soundwave's Mini-Cassettes not really happy about it 🌚) Even more better that both of them really cares and understand each other!! if they work together as spies with both their abilities, I bet they will be unstoppable doing impossible mission hahahahaha

I hope that both of them will meet in idw2 with longer relationship or who knows maybe another bot to be with cosmos? (Like the one that we see in the valentine's day comic when he chat with someone and i think it was Blast Off) but then again *for now* I still prefer coswave, they are the best couple I've known.

pls... if you’d like, share the other coswave thoughts???

oh man, i have. so many. none of this is going to be cohesive.

i spend,,, more free time than I probably should thinking abt these two bc like i said a while ago in another post, im in a transformers dnd campaign and one of my player characters is Cosmos and what kind of person would I be if I didn’t try to include Soundwave and the cassettes in there somewhere when they’ve got so much good story potential

but as for y’know, the actual IDW comics versions of them. honestly? poetic cinema. IDW gave us Cosmos, someone who’s never listened to, someone who has more than a couple instances of people just either hearing him but not listening or, even worse telling him to shush. IDW gave us Soundwave, someone with an outlier ability to hear everything, even people’s thoughts.

IDW also gave us Cosmos, who was given mostly spy work, then gave us Soundwave, who was the communications officer for the Decepticons. It always makes me wonder if maybe they crossed paths before and we just never got to see.

Also, in terms of interactions I think about A LOT, when Cosmos was outside Sanctuary Station for the first time, Soundwave didn’t go outside to fight Cosmos. He went out there to invite him aboard. Y’know, “May I invite you in?” Cosmos was just understandably a little jumpy because it’s Soundwave and then we got the very fun overgrown tape deck line.

(Also after the tape deck line, we get the First Instance of “Little Autobot” which is, hilarious, because Cosmos is like just a little shorter that Soundwave when he’s not fuck off huge like in MTMTE, but is also a Really Soft nickname imo)

Actually wait, I’m not done about the first use of Little Autobot. SOUNDWAVE GOT HIT DIRECTLY IN THE CHEST WITH LIKE THREE DIFFERENT MISSLES/PROJECTILES AND THEN INVENTS A PET NAME ON THE SPOT.

Not to mention the Princess Bride-esque “As you wish.”

There’s also this panel.

Soundwave sees Cosmos sorta begrudging(? i dunno, that’s the vibe I get from Cosmos’ expression) look and just immediately basically goes Oh shit, he’s not treated so well. ”Hey stay here.”

I wonder if Soundwave ever sees a bit of his past self in this convo. Or at least, I can see Cosmos saying he doesn’t serve Optimus, letting it slip he’s maybe not treated like an equal among the other autobots, and insistence on talking to Doc even though Jetfire tells him Doc’s ‘just a tool’ (or at least the mention of it with Cosmos’ “Or drones…”) echoing Soundwave saying way back when that he didn’t serve Ratbat and the fact that himself, Ravage, Laserbeak, and Buzzsaw weren’t exactly ‘equals’ back then either, since Soundwave at first didn’t have a good grip on his abilities and that wasn’t any use to the senate and Ravage, Laserbeak, and Buzzsaw were beastformers and were therefore not seen as equals because they ‘weren’t cybertronians.’

I’m also never gonna let go of the lines “You said I could call you, and I think everybody else is dead and I’m all alone and I don’t know what to do and… and… I’m scared Soundwave.” “You are not alone, Cosmos. And there is no reason to fear, little autobot.” because that makes me Soft every single time

There was also always this line that got me bc it shows Cosmos cares about Sanctuary Station (and what it stands for) and what it means to Soundwave just as much as Soundwave does.

Coswave is good because Where Else are you going to get Two Dudes who are both genuinely compassionate and kind but Also people you don’t want to mess with. Soundwave can be terrifying but even the comics describe him as having a heart of gold and Cosmos comes off as genuinely kind and compassionate (which he is) but also has so much sass and has the capacity to be a being of Pure Rage.

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Little Meme from Twitter. May digitalize it later on, but for now, simple little doodle :D Soundwave taking it literally my beloved 🙂‍↕️💚

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Put up a new Coswave fic on my AO3 page! Only one chapter for now, but I hope to update it soon!

The fic where misunderstandings happen where the Decepticons on Sanctuary don't believe Cosmos and Soundwave are together. Hilarity ensues >:D

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Spammed the follow button for your coswave content and shenanigans. Absolutely in love with them

Would love to know your thoughts on the way they display affection.

Like, do you think Soundwave had picked up on some of ravages tendencies of affection? Like cats do, butting heads, and being silly

This is such an old ask but I’m gonna answer it anyways. I had a couple of lingering asks in my box so im gonna try to clear them out before my phone dies again and I have to figure out how to charge it with no power.

Soundwave and Cosmos definitely differ in how they express their affections. Cosmos is very physically and verbally affectionate while Soundwave is an acts of service kinda mech.

For Cosmos, being out in space for long periods of time without physical contact has left the poor thing a bit touch starved, so he’ll be as physically affectionate as Soundwave will allow him to be (it took a bit of time for Soundwave to get used to the idea of someone other than his recordicons and occasionally Megatron touching him affectionately, but once he got more used to it he found that he loves the physical affection as much as Cosmos does). Cosmos loves to wrap his arms around Soundwave’s middle and run his servos up and down the other’s back, and generally just touch as much plating as he can. He’ll give Soundwave massages, untangle kinked up wires, really anything can be an excuse to touch Soundwave sweetly! Cosmos also really loves telling Soundwave how much he adores him and how beautiful he is to him. Soundwave, despite the half-hearted protests, loves the praise.

Soundwave displays his affections through acts of service. He will do ANYTHING for the little autobot, from fetching his morning energon to helping him bathe before recharge. If Cosmos takes an interest in something from a different culture or planet, Soundwave will do whatever he can to get it for Cosmos. Cosmos occasionally has to remind his partner that he doesn’t have to do everything for him, Soundwave allowed to be too tired or busy to get him his favorite energon goodies, and Cosmos won’t love him less for not being able to do something for him.

And finally, Soundwave has ABSOLUTELY picked up on Ravage’s ways of showing affection. They both grew and learned how to express themselves through one another, so both of them have almost identical ways of showing affection. Soundwave definitely butts his head against mechs he cares about, and he also love-bites in the comfort of his own hab. Cuteness aggression is real and Cosmos has bitemarks to prove it.

I AM SO SORRY THIS ASK IS SO LATE BUT THANK YOU FOR SENDING IT!!! Gosh I forgot how much I love answering coswave asks ehe , thank you!!! 💚💚💚🛸🛸🛸