#and i want sunstreaker to be nervous too!!!

[corxoran]

I really like the idea of Jazz who is actually really inexperienced in areas that you wouldn't expect. He does get stressed and he does freak out but he extricates himself from a sticky situation so smoothly that you don't realize.

I want more of Jazz being confronted by things that actually frighten and unsettle him... I really like when a chill character that everyone can rely on breaks a little!

It's even better if it's something that most people are cool with or know a lot about, because then he definitely doesn't want to let on that he's lost and nervous.

If it was something crazy he could laugh and be like "Even I can't do that!" But if it's something he sees as simple, something he should be able to fake no problem even if he's never dealt with it before, he'd be singing a different tune. One more along the notes of "Frag, why can't I do this???"

I just think it's funny ^o^

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe being sparklings during the war? Funny af

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe being sparklings during the war and getting snatched up by Autbots? Not so funny

The only way I can think of it happening is maybe one of the trine taking the two out on a scouting mission where they end up getting shot down and taken into Autobot custody. Of course, which ever seeker was shot down is definitely much more worried about the sparklings in their cockpit than being apprehended by the opposing faction.

For humor purposes I say it was Skywarp.

Now, Skywarp is definitely the type of mech that likes to lash out not just physically but with his EM field as well, but he can’t do that with the sparklings because they’re really sensitive to that sort of stuff. So, the Autobots are thinking something is wrong because Skywarp has never held back is EM field and he’s being more reserved, not lashing out physically but he’s still making snide comments and insulting every Autobot within radius.

It’s probably just when they get to the Autobots base that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker start making noise because they love being convenient. It starts with soft chirps, barely noticeable to anyone but Skywarp and unfortunately he’s cuffed, tending to two sparklings while cuffed in an extremely difficult task. He can only hope they stay quiet.

And then Sideswipe starts shrieking and suddenly all optics are on him. I think Skywarp could only really give a nervous smile and take a step back before somebot like Prowl is up in his face and questioning what that noise is.

Eventually, after way too much verbal bullying, Skywarp is forced to open his cockpit and he has to scramble because both of them are immediately attempting to escape.

Now that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are out in the open it’s pretty clear of what they are, hell their frames are probably just now gaining color at this point.

Red Alert is around I just know he’s accusing him of stealing the little ones because and I quote, “They look nothing like you.”

“They take after their sire.”

“They aren’t seekers.”

“Their sire was a race alt?” Truth is Starscream never told them.

“Who’s the creator?”

“Starscream.”

Immediate silence and Skywarp realizes that maybe he should have claimed the little scraplets but the problem with that is that these two are very sure of who their creator is and would never play along with that idea. Plus that would just confuse them and the last thing he wants is a lecture from Starscream but at this point it may be too late.

The two sparklings, now settled on the ground and hiding behind Skywarp’s legs, are not having it. Their little optics are glaring at every Autobot in vicinity and Sideswipe is even flaring his very unformed door wings at the nearest one.

The group at the moment probably consists of Prowl, Red Alert, and Jazz but now that sparklings of all things were involved, Ratchet and Optimus were sure to be offered a spot in the ring of fools.

Skywarp is immediately shoved(he’s being dramatic) towards the medbay, sparklings hot on his thrusters. Sunstreaker doesn’t bother with the chase, doing his usual cling onto Skywarp’s leg which makes the seeker more hobble than walk. Yet, the moment they reach the medbay, all civil nature is out the door.

One thing Skywarp hates more than Autobots? Medics. And what’s worse than that? An Autobot Medic.

Immediately the seeker’s wings are hiked up the moment he’s on the medberth, positioned to a point they show off any injury sustained from being shot down but also to the point it puts strain on his hinges. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe probably try to copy him only to whine when they feel how uncomfortable it is because ow.

Now, Ratchet is… somewhat civil, and by somewhat I mean he’s actively yelling and waving a wrench at whoever thought it would be a great idea to shoot down one of the Elite Trine especially while he was carrying sparklings. The answers he gets are not satisfactory and both Prowl and Red Alert are chased out, Jazz leaves before things even got bad.

Now, mind you, it’s only Skywarp, the sparklings, Ratchet, and Optimus fragging Prime in the med bay. Skywarp is trembling like a leaf and Ratchet hasn’t even addressed him yet. The sparklings are just as frightened by Skywarp’s reaction and have probably cuddled up tightly against the seeker’s cockpit, though they refuse to go back in.

Eventually a very long conversation is had and Optimus ends up being forced to call the Decepticons to tell them that their missing sparklings were ready to be retrieved. He doesn’t expect to see Megatron cowering when the call is accepted, he also doesn’t expect the amount of screeching in the background.

“Prime.”

At least Megatron still has the class to pretend he’s not terrified out of his processor.

“TELL PRIME I’LL DEACTIVATE HIM”

“Starscream wishes to tell you-“

“I heard… I have called to inform you that we will be handing the sparklings over, along with Skywarp.”

“We will be there to pick them up.” Megatron just barely dodges something being thrown at him, “Starscream is already leaving.” He adds and the call flickers out.

[mychlapci]

Gawsh I can't find it at the moment but I'm pretty sure I rbed a post the other day where it's like a cat owner googling what their cat is doing constantly like blocking and annoying them and then the cat googling how tell human im love u................. it gave me mertwins and prowl thoughts but I can't find it wauughhhhh

I just think it's so cute yknow. Both Prowl and the twins haven't learnt how to communicate with each other yet. They don't really know what they are trying to convey to each other. But Prowl has risked so much for them that the twins have built such a solid bond of trust with him. And Prowl doesn't even know he has.

The twins know they can't really tell Prowl how much they appreciate him. That's why they do a lot of seemingly silly and annoying things like grabbing him and dragging him into the water and touching his doorwings and licking his mouth. They're all things they would do to show that he's one of them now!!!

They drag him into the water and hold him and nuzzle him because they want him to know he's actively invited to join them. Mers can be territorial. The twins' species is especially territorial and can get very violent when anyone encroaches on their turf or personal space, so they make it a point for those they accept to be explicitly invited into their space. They want Prowl to know he's safe around them, that he can be around them anytime he wants. Of course to Prowl it's always like AAAAAAAA and bring pulled into the water like he's going to be drowned. He gets used to it after a few times tho and kinda just >:/ at the twins until they let him get into the water himself

At first the doorwing thing is out of curiosity. Sideswipe especially loves to poke and prod at Prowl's 'fins' to learn more about them, to watch them twitch and flex. But, at some point, it becomes more of a grooming thing. They like to run their servos over his wings and watch Prowl relax. Clearly he finds it comfortable. And then they will use their claws to dig out any bits of dirt or detangke knotted cables in his joints. Prowl obviously can't reach these wings of his so they should help!! Letting other mers touch their fins would also be a sign of trust and companionship. Their fins are fragile and not just anyone would be allowed near them, let alone touch them. Sometimes they massage Prowl's doorwings until he shivers and tenses up a little. They always look at him with a questioning look, wondering if they hurt him, or if he's uncomfortable, but he always seems to be enjoying it so they don't stop.

The mouth licking is a later development. They really wanted Prowl to know how much they trust him. The first time they try it, Sunstreaker, especially, is nervous when he waits for Prowl to visit them as usual, and keeps telling his brother to shut up about it. He's not scared. Sunstreaker doesn't get scared. But it does take him a lot of courage to grab Prowl and go for it. He doesn't remember trusting anyone aside from his brother for a long time. Okay maybe he is a little scared.

But it goes over well in the end, right?? Prowl didn't reject them. Sunny was all embarrassed about it the rest of the day but he's fine. They pick up the habit of greeting Prowl by assaulting his mouth every time he comes to visit them now. He always lets them do it and that's great news for the twins

They are aware that maybe none of their shows of affection and trust translate, but they try anyway. They want Prowl to know he's a trusted friend now.

Every time they get to lay all over him and let him pet them until their engines purr, they feel like it's worth it. Clearly he understands at least some of it. He likes them too, right? He cares for them and he trusts them enough to let them near his wings and mouth. Yea of course he does ^^

I'd like to think they all will eventually start to learn to speak to each other tho. Prowl's processor may not specialise in language, but he has enough processing power to slowly pick up on the twin's body language and speech. He starts to understand simple calls and usually is able to know when they're trying to tell him something. The twins also start to pick up on a bit of standard cybertronian speech. They understand simple words that they hear a lot like 'food' and 'cleaning' and 'goodbye'.

I don't know where they hear it... maybe it's from some of the staff talking to each other... but one day they tell Prowl, in clumsy but obviously intentionally enunciated standard cybertronian cybertronian "... love... you...." and Prowl, first of all, has his wings shoot up so hard he almost sprains something, and second of all has his processor spark and crash and he fuckin collapses

oughhhh... I love this. The twins are trying so hard to let Prowl know that they trust him and like him, but it’s so difficult with such a large language and culture gap between them. Prowl doesn’t show any signs of disliking them, but it doesn’t seem like he understands just how important some of the things they do with him are to mers... Hell, there’s mers out there who lived their entire lives without ever letting anyone put their mouth near theirs, and honestly? Sunstreaker and Sideswipe thought they were going end up like that too. But Prowl is different, for all his crankly complaining and jerky doorwing movements. They like him... Learning standard cybertronian is their best chance at telling Prowl how much they like him...

The quick "love you" they threw at him initially freaked Prowl out. He never really confronted how he himself feels about the twins... He knew he was fond of them, but now he’s not sure just how deep the "love you" goes, whether he should interpret it as friendly or romantic...

I could talk about Prowl agonizing over shit forever, but Now i really wanna talk about the twins dragging Prowl into reciprocating the affection... they told him how much they care for him in his language, now he has to say it back in theirs... Is a long-winded way to say that I want Prowl to lick inside of Sunstreaker and Sideswipe’s mouths. It’s undeniably more dangerous for him, seeing that they have sharp teeth and he does not, so it’s a big gesture on his part. I can just imagine Sideswipe giggling to himself as he watches Prowl very clumsily lick the inside of Sunstreaker’s mouth, all careful and hesitant because he doesn’t know just how to do this... Land-mechs are so silly!

[blighted-lights]

because of course im gonna ask: first aid? —cmofirstaid

(Based off of this post! TFP Soundwave, IDW Sunstreaker, IDW First Aid, IDW Ravage, and IDW Cosmos have all been asked for! Feel free to send in an ask for any character that isn't one of these five 🌸❗️Not limited to followers or mutuals, so go wild!)

First Impression: Oh shit, First Aid! I read MTMTE before I read most of IDW, and I was fucking stoked to see him appear in the Delphi arc- ESPECIALLY with how he was introduced with his report that doubled as the issue's intro narration. Aside from that, though, I didn't focus on him much during my first read-through. Pharma and Ambulon immediately stole the show away from him, and it wasn't until my second read a few months later that I really focused on Aid. Aside from being happy to see him, I LOVED how he was drawn in MTMTE. He's always been cute, but something with how he was drawn in the first half of MTMTE really cemented for me that he has one of the best designs. He somehow manages to be boxy and round at the same time and I love him for it.

Impression Now: You are ENTIERLY responsible for how much First Aid means to me now, I hope you know this. One of my top ten IDW faves. His design remains one of my favorites, and I wish we got more canon content digging into his POV of things pre-mutiny. I wish he stayed on the Lost Light instead of being called away, too! There is so much focus on Ratchet passing over the title of CMO to First Aid, but then Aid leaves so quickly after. Idk, I wish we just got to see him more pre-mutiny. Aid is such a tragic character to me but he's another background tragedy and it makes me want to shake my screen a bit when I think about him. A somewhat vaguely odd thing to say, but I wish we got to see more of First Aid's grief over Ambulon and his feelings towards Pharma. Honestly I wished we got to see more interactions between Aid and the rest of the medical cast in general- including Ratchet, Velocity (ESPECIALLY Lotty (is not biased)), and Rung.

Favorite Moment: Speaking of Pharma, my favorite moment of First Aid is this one right here:

I think Aid should be shown like this more often. I NEED him to be angry. I need him to be murderous. As a treat for myself. I hate the idea in media where the good guys refuse to kill a villain because they'd be "letting the villain win". It's good to see that narrative challenged by Aid here.

... Even if the consequences aren't easily forgotten.

Idea for a Story: Someone put First Aid and Rung into a therapy appointment, I need to pick their interactions apart under a microscope. I do not thing going to Rung would be able to help Aid. In fact, it might just make an already shitty situation worse. But I want to see First Aid sit down and talk about what he is experiencing. And maybe I want to see Rung unintentionally making his grieving process more difficult. We already know from Rung's own admission in Lost Light that he does not know who he is without his patients. He banks his entire identity and self-worth on trying to assist other people. But what happens when nothing he does seems to help First Aid, and therefore his own self-image begins to crumble for it? How does his own perceived failings affect his treatment of First Aid?

Unpopular Opinion: 🤔 Not sure if I have one. I'm allergic to the idea of Aid being really nice and nervous 100% of the time, ig. All things considered, the First Aid we have in IDW isn't nervous at all. But I don't actually know how prevalent this is in fandom or if this is even an unpopular take 🤷‍♂️.

Favorite Relationship: Canon-wise? It's a toss up between him and Ambulon and then him and Ratchet. It is devastating how hard Aid takes Ambulon's death, and his desperation to help save Ambulon when Ratchet wouldn't let him was heartbreaking to read. At the same time, I NEED more of First Aid and Ratchet arguing with each other and Aid calling Ratchet out on his bullshit. It is rare that anyone steps up to Ratchet like that and succeeds in affecting him. I would like more, thanks.

Non-canon relationships? Another toss-up between Velocity and Ravage. Put these three in a blunt rotation, I'm sure they'll be fine.

Favorite Headcanon: First Aid is extremely tactile. There is not a word or phrase that could properly describe how touchy First Aid is. He has the capability to turn someone who is touch-starved to touched-out in the span of thirty minutes. While this is in part due to just him being an affectionate person in general (or at the very least, more physically affectionate than most other Autobots), it is also partially because of his intense focus on Autobot brands. He is so used to checking everyone he comes across for their brands in the case that they might have a bullet shot through them that the process of checking someone over is compulsive. This extends to people who fall outside of the Autobot ranks who do not even have brands, like Ravage, Cyclonus, and Ten. It's earned him more than a few strange looks and awkward silences over the course of being on the Lost Light.

[dragonblobz]

The Desert Pt 8

We pull over. I feel SO anxious. As that door next to me glides open. Fingers feeling numb as I unbuckle this harness around me. Pulling myself from this car. Standing nervously. Watching the others approach and slow.

Just a human standing in a lonely forest. Beings around me that I’m aware I’ll never understand. Shoulder pack across my chest, my fists clutching at the handle so tightly.

I lean back against the frame of the car behind me. My Christine. Sunstreaker. Solid. Grumpy and crabby and so familiar. MY ghost car.

“Don’t be afraid….” His voice. That same gentle sound. And I feel so much more brave at it. He’s here. He won’t let anyone hurt me.

I watch that cherry red van warp and change. One of my hands flailing away from my pack to just press against Sunstreaker’s yellow paint. Almost grounding myself. I know him. I know Sideswipe. I don’t know THIS fellow.

Ironhide. That’s what Sideswipe had called him. This big red robot. HUGE. Just crouching slowly and looking at me like I’m a PERSON. Like he’s TRYING to lower himself to my level.

“I don’t know yer name, human.” Its such an oddly human accent. So blunt and direct. I tremble. I don’t….. I don’t KNOW him…..

“Sunstreaker told me yeh wanna see Prime?” A question. I’m speechless. Can they communicate in some way I can’t hear? How does he know why I’m here? But…. I try.

“Ye… yeah. Sideswipe told me that Prime would know what to do…. I…. just…. Wow…..”

It’s hard to communicate. To speak. So many things which I always knew could never be real. But here I am with my heavy pack on my shoulder and this impossible being in front of me. Crouching and so obviously trying to appear non threatening.

“He told me ye’d be nervous. But he’d said yer brave too.” The massive red creature reaches forward with one of those big hands. Almost placating. Almost like he’s reaching for a shake.

“I’m Ironhide. How d’ya do?” Ernhide. That’s how his accent makes it sound. Big metal hand waiting like he thinks I want to shake.

I’m leaning against Sunstreaker. Nervousness fading away into such a child’s warmth. Big red metal possibly alien thing reaching it’s hand out like I’m a friend.

My nails scrape on this yellow paint. Sunstreaker feels so solid and safe and so real under my hand. And this new being is so…. Unthreatening. So hesitant and polite.

“Hi….” It’s a nervous little croak. As I push myself away from the safety of my yellow Lamborghini. And step forward to push my hand onto the massive fingers of this new robot crouching before me.

“Ironhide….. hi…..” his big metal finger is so WARM. As all of his fingers curl gently. My entire arm hidden in all of those fingers.

“Sideswipe’s right. Yeh ARE brave.” His voice is so wonderfully friendly and warm. So calm and so strong. Not boyish like Sideswipe. Nor grumpy like Sunstreaker. My nervousness melts away entirely and I just smile up at his big face.

That big giant face. Smiling down at me with such warmth. Like he knows I’m nervous. Like he knows there’s no NEED for me to be nervous. Like he’s HAPPY to see me.

“Hello, Ironhide.” I repeat myself. But I don’t feel stupid, for some reason. I just…. I just want him to KNOW that I’m happy to see him.

“Hiya.” Big thrumming voice around me as those massive fingers squeeze ever so gently around my arm. Like he KNOWS that I’m fragile compared to him.

“Oh wow…. You’re cool too….” I feel oddly emotional. And he’s chuckling. So friendly and warm. As that giant hand pulls away from my arm.

Giant red robot just grinning down at me as the sound of another engine breaks this unearthly calm. This one not a high pitched super tuned sound like my Sunstreaker. Like my Sideswipe. This one a lower roar. All American. Deep.

I turn. Leaning. Reaching for Sunstreaker instinctively. How many of them ARE there??

I watch a shiny yellow Chevrolet Camaro speeding thru the trees towards us. Dirt and leaves spraying away from it. I press my hands into the paint of my Lamborghini. Not afraid. But still, HE is real to me.

“Ugh. Bumblebee.” That voice is SO grumpy. I lean and press my face into Sunny’s yellow paint. Smiling. Watching this new car approach. Feeling nervous again. But still feeling safe. Sunstreaker will keep me safe. Sideswipe will keep me safe. And I dont think I’ll ever meet anyone that’ll make me feel safer than Ironhide behind us.

That Camaro warps almost mid drive. Big yellow robot chirping and clapping it’s big hands almost before it’s entirely stilled. Motioning at me erratically.

“Oh I bet you’re excited, Bee.” Sideswipe sounds so amused. I hadn’t even realized he’s a robot again. Not a car. Only Sunstreaker is still an immovable solid car under my hands. Like he’s just being as still as possible because I’m clinging to him. I….. I ADORE him….

The new yellow robot is whirring and clicking. Happy noises. Hands motioning and reaching for me. He looks SO happy. SO SO happy to see me. It makes all my nervousness melt into nothing.

“He won’t harm you….” It’s a soft voice under my cheek. My ghost car talking just to me. Comforting and protective.

That must be why I feel brave enough to pull away. Away from my Sunstreaker. To walk cautiously towards this happy yellow robot that’s reaching for me.

It stills as I approach. Squatting. Hands open and splayed. As if it’s TRYING to make itself look harmless.

This particular robot is much smaller than any I’ve seen thus far. It’s still very big compared to me. But still….

It’s big glowing blue eyes shine into mine. This fellow is FRIEND shaped. I smile and spread my hands too. Just like his.

“Bumblebee?” It’s just a quiet question. My inner child just bathing in everything that’s happening around me.

“That’s your name?” my voice sounds foolish. But I don’t care. 

That new yellow robot reaches forward. A sound from him. Like a car horn but much quieter. Like he’s fretting. Those big hands of his reaching forward. SO strange. I don’t feel any fear at all as I feel his big fingers pressing into my face. Little touches.

No fear. But there IS emotion. I feel myself choking a bit. And I try to explain.

“It’s….. it’s just bruising….. that’s all….” I feel so fragile and humble. This fellow is gently touching my bruised face. The first of these creatures that’s seemed to RECOGNIZE that that’s what’s ON my face. Bruises. Big fingers prodding with more gentleness than anyone has ever bestowed on the skin of my face around my nose. Those same quiet cooing noises that sound like a car horn but so very subtle.

“I’m okay….” It’s stunted. I feel my chest thrumming with warmth. Just letting this big fellow fret over my bruised face.

“His voice box was damaged.” I can hear Sideswipe explaining. I couldn’t care less. Hands just reaching up to cup those big hands that are touching my face. Feeling so very much at peace. So understanding. Language isn’t even a factor here. Just appreciating this creature fretting over my bruised face.

“Hi, Bee.” I’m smiling like an absolute idiot. Hands just holding his. While he’s fussing and touching my face. It’s so very protective and gentle and safe.

I’ve known Bumblebee for one minute. But if anything ever happens to him, I’ll kill everything in this forest and then myself.

Just smiling and feeling more comfortable than I’ve felt in years. Like I’ve known this robot my whole life.

He pulls his hands away. I let my own hands fall away too, respecting him. Just staring up at him. Smiling SO hard.

I hear Ironhide speaking again.

“C’mon. I’ll take yeh to Prime.”

I finally turn away from Bumblebee. I don’t want to. But I’m so…..

Oh I’m happy. I’m so glad that I’ve come here. I feel like a little kid that’s opened a door and found that magic is REAL.

Ghost cars. Robots. Aliens?

I don’t CARE. They’re REAL. Right here. With me.

Only the slightest hesitation. Turning and searching with my eyes.

“Sun… Sunstreaker??”

There is no more yellow Lamborghini. It’s him. I must have been so distracted with Bumblebee touching my face, to not hear him transforming. But he’s here. Big yellow robot looking down at me with his wonderful grumpy face. Just scowling down at me like he’s butthurt that I’ve ever looked at any other shiny robot possibly alien thing other than him.

“You’re….. you’re coming too….. right?”

His scowl morphs into SUCH a smirk. He’s so…. Oh…. He’s SO cool….. I don’t think I’ll ever go anywhere again if he’s not coming too. I almost want to REACH for him.

“I’m coming. I won’t leave you.”

It’s so quiet. So certain and confident. I feel so safe. And I smile up at him like a hopeful potato.

He chuckles at this. It’s such a lovely comforting sound.

“Go on. I’ll be with you.”

I turn, prepared to walk.

“Whelp. Here we go, little buddy!”

Sideswipe’s big hands wrap around me. Lifting me to cradle me to his big metal chest. I chirp a surprised cry which bubbles away into giggles.

I can hear Sunstreaker growling as Sideswipe walks forward.

“It can walk, Sides.”

I just laugh into Sideswipe’s warm chest. Funny, I can hear HIS heart too. Thrumming and deep on my cheek.

“I think Prime’s gonna like you.” Sideswipe’s soft chuckle brushes away any vestiges of nervousness inside me. One of his big thumbs rubbing up and down my spine. I go completely limp in his grasp. Just so very comfortable. Trusting.

“Well that’s just….. prime….” I splutter more giggles as my big red friend walks on. My other friends with us. I’m not alone. I’ll never be alone again. And it’s WONDERFUL.

[rawmeknockout]

✨💋 REQUESTS CLOSED 💋✨

Requests are now closed!

Rules:

keep me in your heart. i don't mind multiple requests, esp if they're good, but know that the more requests i get the longer it takes me to get through all of them. i'm unfortunately not a writing machine.

give me kisses pls

i don't mind fetish material, but i have limits. if you like something really graphic, such as gas or scat fetishes, i'll have to pass it up. but 'softer' fetishes to do with body parts or sneezing or whatever is fine. i'm not into it but i'll do my best to write it. (don't make me the sneeze blog tho i stg)

nothing to do with minors and no incest pls. you can request like sideswipe / reader / sunstreaker or the like tho, as long as there's a reader insert to sandwich in there and it's not sibling on sibling thank.

i will write the dark shit you want to read but character death isn't my favorite and if it gets too graphic i may make it a readmore? but that's just bc i get nervous about how people will take it.

writing for ships isn't my favorite. a lot of popular ships do nothing for me bc i'm contrary 😤 let's keep it to mainly reader insert stuff.

i will probably, most often, in all likelihood make the reader gender neutral even if you specify afab or fem bc i'm genderfucked and i don't want all my writing to exclude me if i'm not a woman that day lol lmao. if you specify male reader i will write that. i stand with men. i will write you getting your ass blasted, king.

disregard if my writing includes the word cunt or pussy. im so porn-brained that i associate those words with ass, too.

i think that's it. you guys know how to act (i hope). don't disappoint your dog by acting out of pocket in my inbox.

pwaise??? fow me??? 👉👈🥺

I will write for:

Transformers (no live-action, michael bay dies by my hand)

Genshin Impact

Twisted Wonderland

G.I. Joe

Ultrakill

i've mostly cut down what I write for. you're free to offer different fandoms/stuff in my inbox, but these are the things i'm mainly always into and it's easy for me to get interested in. i'm sorry for my weeb shit.

[lifetimeshipper]

Life's New Adventures and Secrets

Chapter 31

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Strongarm and Steeljaw hear a commotion coming from the Alchemor and go to check it out, they see Sideswipe greeting a yellow mech. The yellow mech saw them and ran over to them, "Sunstreaker, you're here. Hey," Strongarm says to him a bit nervously.

"Hey, Strongarm, it's been a good while," the yellow mech greeted.

"It has."

"What's with the ears?"

"Was due to an accident by Shockwave, affected everyone."

As they greeted the yellow mech, the sparklings asked, "Who's he?"

"He kind of looks like Sideswipe," Nightback stated.

"This is an old friend of mine and Sideswipe's brother, Sunstreaker."

"He's so shiny," Emberwing complimented.

"Why thank you, little missy," Sunstreaker said with a chuckle. "Cute sparklings."

Emberwing giggled in a shy manner before hiding behind her father. Sunstreaker looks and sees Steeljaw and Metalsound standing next to each other, "They must be a couple, they look cute. Like you and I would look," he states as he gets a little closer to Strongarm.

Metalsound did her best to hold back her laughter as Steeljaw growled at the newcomer, "Metalsound and I are not together. Also, stay away from my mate," he wrapped his tail around her waist to prove his point further.

"Is it because we're wolves that others assume that Steeljaw and I are together?" Metalsound chuckled as she wrapped her arms around Thunderhoof's arm.

Strongarm stands close to Steeljaw and picks up Nightback, "Sorry, Sunstreaker, but I'm already taken. This is Steeljaw my mate and this is our son Nightback."

"Oh, sorry," Sunstreaker replied with a blush.

"It's okay, you thought I would not have mated with anyone and that I would still be available because of my outlook on it."

"Yeah. It doesn't help that Sideswipe had feelings for you either," the yellow mech said.

"Can we not talk about that please?" Sideswipe asked nervously.

"Why not?" Sunstreaker asked.

"I made a few stupid mistakes back then," he shuddered at the memory.

"What did you do?" Nightback asked.

"You don't need to know, son. We're not gonna bring up the old memories," Steeljaw growls at Sideswipe.

Nightback whined as Sideswipe hid behind Windblade, "Sunny, this is Windblade, my sparkmate," Sideswipe said using his brother's old nickname. Steeljaw growled at the brothers as he pushed Strongarm and Nightback toward their quarters.

"Hey, nice to meet you," Sunstreaker said feeling a bit nervous from Steeljaw's growling.

"Nice to meet you too. Don't mind Steeljaw, he's just protective of his family. You never told me you had a brother, Slick," she said to the red mech.

"Slick?" Sunstreaker asked.

"It's her nickname for me."

"Ehh, it's better than what bots used to call us," Sunstreaker chuckled.

"Yeah," Sideswipe said as he chuckled nervously

"What did they call you two?" Windblade asked now curious.

"Ketchup and mustard, because of our color."

Windblade chuckled, "I think it's cute."

"Really?"

"Yes," she replied as she kissed him.

"So, what did you do to Strongarm that made the Wolf-Con so upset?"

Sideswipe made sure that Steeljaw was nowhere to be seen before replying. The others had gone off to do their own thing, "I kissed Strongarm, even when I knew they were bonded," he whispered.

"Oh. What did he do?"

"He nearly killed me, he would have if it wasn't for Strongarm."

"He would have? Will he kill me for coming onto Strongarm as I did?"

"Just keep your distance for a while," Sideswipe replied fearing for his brother's safety.

"I certainly will."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steeljaw and Strongarm got back to their quarters but before they went in Nightback saw Seajumper and wanted to go play, "Can I go play?"

"Sure," Strongarm replied as she put him down and he ran off to play as Steeljaw took Strongarm inside.

"You have a history with that mech?" He asked her as he started feeling jealous.

"Remember when I told you that there was a mech that asked me to go out with him?"

"Yeah..."

"He was the mech that asked me."

"Oh. Do you have feelings for him?"

"No, Steeljaw, as I told you I was too busy with my studies and training to even think about going out."

"But that doesn't mean you couldn't have gotten feelings for him. You were acting like it just now, were acting all nervous, and even blushed a bit like there was something between you two."

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other and I didn't like it when he was hitting on me."

"And yet you did nothing to repel him."

"I told him I already had a mate and a son," she argued as she intertwined her tail with his.

"I was listening to your conversation and you said nothing about having a mate until after I intervened," he argued back as he pulled his tail away from hers.

"He took me off guard. Wasn't this similar to you and Quickshadow?"

"At least I let her know right away that I was taken!"

"Steeljaw, I don't feel anything for him! What will it take for you to believe me?"

"I need to go for a drive," he replied as he headed out the door and transformed before driving off.

"Steeljaw, wait," she ran after him, only to see him drive off. She growled in frustration, wishing that Sunstreaker never came. She goes back inside and waits for Steeljaw to return, she feels her spark start to break as she waits, wondering if he will return.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Eyo, Steeljaw, wait up," Thunderhoof called as he tried to catch up with the Wolf-Con.

"What is it, Thunderhoof?"

"Why did you storm off?"

"Nothing, I'm just... a bit jealous I guess."

"I hear ya. Want to talk about it?"

"It's just the way she was acting around that new mech, I started to think that she may have feelings for him."

"Did Strongarm try to explain what had gone on between them?"

"Yeah, she told me."

"And? Do you believe her?"

"Of course I do, I just let my jealousy get to me."

"Then what are you doing out here instead of with your mate?" He asked suddenly wanting to be with his own mate.

"I just needed to get my processor together."

"Alright, just don't keep her waiting too long," he left the mech with his thoughts as he headed back to the scrapyard.

"I'm not," Steeljaw mumbled to himself as he continued to drive around.

Strongarm sighed as she went to check on Nightback, wondering when and if Steeljaw would be coming back. As soon as she walks out of their quarters she sees Steeljaw drive up and then transform.

Her ears folded back with uncertainty, "Hey."

"Where are you going?"

"I was going to check on Nightback."

Without another word, Steeljaw grabs her, pulls her back inside, and closes the door, "Steeljaw, what's gotten into you?" She asked in shock.

Steeljaw looks at her for a second before pulling her into a hug, "I'm sorry," he says as he wraps his tail firmly around her waist. It took her a second to take it in before she returned his hug. She closed her optics when she felt them starting to sting. She buried her helm into his shoulder, her tail wrapped around his waist. "I just got jealous and I let my jealousy overtake me."

She only nodded into his shoulder, afraid that if she tried to say anything she would start crying. You really hurt me.

I know, and I'm sorry. He replied as he tightened his hug. But I was feeling hurt as well.

I know, and I'm sorry too. She said as she tightened her hug as well. I would never do anything to hurt you.

I forgive you. Can you forgive me?

She looked up at him for a moment before kissing him passionately. Of course.

He kisses her back with just as much passion. Slowly breaking the kiss she nuzzled his neck, taking in his scent, "Did you get the Wolf-Con instincts and smell as well?" He asked her teasingly.

"It would seem so," she teased back. Steeljaw just chuckled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The GrimBee Story

Chapter 1

Next Chapter

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Sunny Simp Anon here!

I had ordered the zine when preorders first started and when I saw that you were in the zine many months later i got very excited!!

I took a pic and sent it to Smooch and shared the rest of the art with them and their friends and we loved it all and I love what you did with Jazz ans Prowl!!

The officiator: Any one object?

Prowl: *silently glaring*

Jazz: *had a cannon* :D

Also they look so good and I want to frame your art on my wall but I cant because it’s in a book but it’s so pretty and I love it and i want to hug it but it’s paper and akskdldkdk

Many conflict here you see

Also personal update myself, I probably didn’t do good on one of my exams today because i forgot there was an exam and I didn’t have my book and it was open book and so like, i didn’t do good but it is what it is

Also I want to hold your sideswipe so much, he is such a pretty boi and when he pops up he overtakes Sunny for a minute and is the star of the show and he knows he’s a pretty boi and will use it

I want to hold him so badly and domestic soft thoughts are my enemy cause I want them to be happy and heal from their pain and they are twins and they know each other the best and they went through hell and back and deserve good things!!!

Let Sunny become a famous artist again, let Sideswipe help with selling his brother’s paintings and also maybe own a lil bar and stuff also Bob being his cute self and get doted on and Sunny also maybe makes vent arts and let out his pain

I do personally headcanon that Sunny makes some vent arts but keeps some of them secret cause he doesn’t want to worry Sides too much with how he feels and it helped to just draw it out

Also me and my friends in the JazzProwl discord server made a lil meme thing into a bug angsty au and then we talked about the future after they mostly heal and it was from dark and angsty and stuff to more fluffy but still some angst(it’s with the Elite trine but i am gonna ask if we wanna include other ships and other lil stories besides the elite trine’s)

Anyways! I hope to be in your inbox again soon but some smaller things jn my life came up that needed my attention so I had to focus on those for a lil bit but i will return

-Sunny Simp Anon💛

Oh! You ordered a Monochromatic zine?

That's so exciting! I just got mine a few days ago~ I'm so happy to hear that you like my piece! I was really nervous about it because it was kinda spoofy compared to the others. It's pretty silly even by my normal standards hehe As far as my digital work goes, Sideswipe has been given so much love lately. It's great that his "pretty boi" status has been recognized. I purposefully designed him to look more friendly and open, so if he's making you think soft domestic things then I have done my job correctly hehe. On the subject of Sunstreaker's art habits, I think all artists make vent pieces at some point, writers and other creative mediums too (I know I do). So Sunny does probably have some pieces squirreled away here and there, I agree. I'm glad you're having fun on the JazzProwl server, and hope you get through whatever requires your attention now.

Don't rush through anything, I will still be here when you get done hehe.

[anon-e-miss]

More mamma prowl?👉👈 I'm assuming jazz isn't in the picture,yet, byt they're his? 👁👄👁

“Hey Beautiful,” Prowl felt a shiver of pleasure up his spine as he heard is lover’s deep voice. He smiled as Jazz’s arms wrapped around him from behind and hugged those arms closer.

This was a novelty still. Though Prowl had become accustom to having someone, the Twins specifically, to come home to, it was still a new delight to have someone, to have Jazz, coming home to him. Taking this grand leap, leaving the life he had built in Simfur behind had made him so nervous but Prowl knew without a single doubt that short of continuing his carrying with the Twins, taking this leap was the single best decision of his life. They... they were a family. He had a conjunx, not just a secret lover in the dark-cycle. If all went as planned, Jazz would be there with him in the medicentre when the newling in his forge emerged.

“Everythin’ a’ight?” Jazz asked after he left a kiss on Prowl’s neck. “I heard ya called off on short notice, ‘n for tomorrow too. “One o’ the Twins catch a virus?”

“I pulled them out of class,” Prowl explained. “I should have commed you. I am sorry... I am just used to...”

“Doin’ it all on yer own,” Jazz said. “I know. Ya done a brilliant job o’ it. What’s up wit the Twins?”

“Their teacher, Mainframe has been abusive,” Prowl revealed. Jazz stepped back and slowly turned Prowl around before drawing him in close.

“What’d he do?” Jazz’s tone took a serious turn. Prowl knew Jazz would kill for the Twins, knew that he had.

“He has been calling Sunstreaker stupid and slow and he has been striking Sideswipe for fidgeting,” Prowl revealed and for a moment, just a moment he hesitated, wondering if Jazz would not say he was overreacting. “I called a meeting with the headmaster next mega-cycle. I will not return them to that class.”

“Do ya want me there?” Jazz asked.

“If you want to be,” Prowl said. “Someone will need to watch them.”

“Ori just got back in,” Jazz replied. “I’ll ask ‘m. He’d probably die for a chance to love on’em a lil.”

“I should have commed you when I made the meeting,” Prowl said. “I should have confirmed the time.”

“None o’ that,” Jazz said. “The Twins are yer priority. It’s the right priority.”

“I do not want you to think I do not value your opinion,” Prowl worried out loud.

“I know ya do,” Jazz said. His servos smoothed over the ever so subtle curve in Prowl’s protoform, where his forge was just beginning to project. “Lemme finish up the dishes. Put yer peds up. This lil one give ya any grief this ‘cycle?”

“The bitty has been perfect,” Prowl replied. “I do not mind finishing up. You did not make the mess.”

“Relax,” Jazz insisted. “Do some bakin’ wit the Twins?”

“We made cookies,” Prowl replied. “They wanted to ice them... I think there is a smear on the ceiling... in few spots.”

“Talented mechlings, those two,” Jazz chuckled. “Relax, Prowl. I got this.”

Prowl did as Jazz bade him and retreated to the couch and put his peds up. The living room still needed sorting. They had put most of it back in order but there were a few toys, a cushion, things to be put away but Prowl sat and he rested. Jazz was miraculously patient. It was not that Prowl intended to be domineering or territorial so far as the Twins went. It was just... Jazz had only been able to pay brief visits throughout the vorns, never for more than a few mega-cycles at a time. He had been a secret. They had been a secret and it would take more time still to adjust to this new, beautiful normal. Prowl stroked his forge as he marvelled at the etchings on his bracers. They were not a secret any longer; they were conjunxed.

“Did ya wanna head to berth?” Jazz asked, after he had finished with the clean up.

“I do,” Prowl said. “If you feel too tired...”

“I’ll never been too tired for ya,” Jazz replied.

He took Prowl’s servos and helped him to his peds. Prowl did not really need the help yet, he had a ways to go in this carrying before then. But he was not going to refuse the courtesy, as novel as this all was for Prowl, he knew it was for Jazz as well. His carrying with the Twins had been significantly more advanced before Jazz had appeared in Simfur again, surprising Prowl with a visit. Though his visits had increased in frequency, Jazz had come as often as he could to contribute to Prowl’s carrying, it had still not been terribly often. Jazz pissed Prowl’s mouth and Prowl’s optics dimmed as he kissed his conjunx back in kind. There was to race to completion. Instead, they made slow, tender love before drifting into recharge entangled. Prowl sighed with contentment. He would never tire of this.

[blackgirlfandomwriter]

Pregnant (Bayverse Optimus x Oc Reader)

Ok, so this is an old one-shot that I wrote starring my friends and me. This was back when I first starting writing on Wattpad and I thought it would be funny to share it with yall so enjoy!!

Lori's POV:

"People are so dumb in horror movies," Savannah said tossing popcorn in her mouth. "I know right," I said laughing as we continued to watch the film in front of us. Tonight me and the girls decided to have a movie night until the guys got back from their mission in Tokyo. "I just got a text from Ratchet, they should be here tomorrow morning," Nina said smiling at us as we all grinned. The movie had gone off so we just started talking about randomness. Kaitlyn started to crack jokes making me laugh uncontrollably. "How about a game of truth or dare," Savannah said with a huge grin that said she was up to no good.

"Uh-uh Savannah's up to something," Nina said shaking her head. "What? No, I'm not I just have a question" Savannah said still smirking evilly. "And what may that be," I asked raising my eyebrow questioningly. "Have any of yall....... you know.......... done it yet?" Savannah said as we all looked around at each other waiting for answers. "Duhhhh," Kaitlyn said sticking her tongue in a playful way. "I know that's right," Savannah said as she and Nina high-fived while laughing. I on the other hand sat there in silence

"I know Lori be getting it in with Optimus all the time," Nina said looking at me giggling. I slapped her on the arm and laughed. "No, we haven't done it," I said trying to hide my embarrassment. "Not yet at least," Savannah raised her eyebrows at me in a joking way. "Bruhh shut up," I said hitting her with a pillow. She looked stunned for a moment before she hit me back. "PILLOW FIGHT" Kaitlyn yelled as we all started to hit each other with pillows.

~Time Skip To Morning~

"Ow stop kicking me" I muttered moving around to get comfortable on whatever I was laying on. I opened my eyes to see me and the girls all spread across the living room floor. I laughed as I stood up from my position on the floor and stretched. I yawned as I headed upstairs to get cleaned up and changed. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and threw on leggings and a crop top as I picked up my phone to text Optimus.

~~Messages~~

Lori: Hey, I thought you would be home by now 😥

Optimus: Sadly we are at the military base with Lennox discussing going back to Cybertron...... the government is starting to get a bit angsty

Lori: Oh is everything ok

Optimus: Nothing that needs to concern you. Everything will be fine

Lori: Um ok. I love you 💙

Optimus: Love you too. I'll be home soon❤

~~End~~

I looked down at my phone with a smile as I sighed. "I wonder how going back to Cybertron is going to work," I said to myself before shrugging my shoulders. I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed back downstairs. "Breakfast sounds good," I said while pulling out eggs, bacon, and pancake mix as I got to work. Once I was done with breakfast the girls were already awake and sleepily walking to the table. "Thanks for breakfast Lori," Nina said as Savannah and Kaitlyn grumbled through stuffed mouths of food. I laughed hearing a knock at the front door. "Who could that be," I said aloud as I jogged to the door. I slowly opened the door to find a few of the Autobots standing there in their bipedal forms.

"Oh my god! You're back" I yelled hugging them as they all chuckled. "What are you yelling about," Savannah said walking up behind me and freezing. "BEE" she yelled tackling him to the ground. We all laughed as Kaitlyn and Nina came to see all the commotion. They were so happy to see Ratchet and Crosshairs it was unbelievable. "Aww yall are so cute," I said taking out my phone and snapping many pictures. "Whatever girl your just jealous," Nina said sticking out her tongue playfully. "Girl you wish," I said with a playful eye roll. Before I could close the door I saw some more cars pull up. They all looked pretty familiar. They soon transformed revealing Jazz and the Lambo Twins (Sideswipe and Sunstreaker). "It's been a while, Lori," Jazz said walking up to me with a smile. "Nice to see you too," I said punching Jazz in the arm.

Before I could say anything to the twins I was engulfed in a tight hug. "We've missed you," they both said as I sighed. "I missed you guys too," I said as I kissed both of their foreheads as they went inside. Finally, the last three Autobots showed up, Drift, Hound, and Optimus. As soon as they transformed I ran over to Optimus and jumped into his arms. He caught me and spun me around causing me to squeal. When he set me back on the ground I smashed my lips into his as to which he returned the favor. "Eww guys get a room," Hound said in fake disgust. I only laughed as Optimus threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the house. "Optimus what are you doing" I yelled as he started to carry me upstairs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Savannah making these symbols with her hands towards me.

I gave Savannah a death glare as I mouthed the words Fuck you. Savannah looked at me in disbelief and burst into laughter as me and Optimus made it upstairs. When we made it to my bedroom Optimus lightly threw me on the bed causing me to giggle as he crawled on top of me. "Optimus what are you doing" I wined playfully trying to push him off of me. He didn't say anything as he let his metal lips find mine in a passionate kiss. I kissed back as he let his hands wander down to my hips. He pulled away and nibbled on my neck leaving little love bites as I moaned lightly. After a few minutes, he pulled away and kissed my forehead. "You sure you wanna do this" He whispered as I smirked kissing him roughly. "Does that answer your question?" I said with a smirk as he proceeded with a low growl.

~Time Skip To The Morning After (Cuz I've never written a lemon sooooo..... Yea)~

I woke up to the sun beaming through my curtains as I groaned snuggling into the warm figure next to me. 'Wait' I thought as my eyes popped open. 'Did me and Optimus ..... noooo did we?' I thought while slowly looking under the covers and quickly putting them back down. 'Oh, shit' I thought looking up at the ceiling. I let out a deep sigh as I turned to face a still sleeping Optimus. 'He's so handsome when he sleeps. Ugh, but why do I feel sick all of the sudden'. For some reason, something didn't feel right as I rushed to the bathroom. I shut the door and hunched over the toilet immediately spilling my guts. "What the hell" I groaned as I grabbed my phone off the counter and texted Savannah

~Messages~

Lori: Savannahhhhh😫😥

Savannah: Yes big head

Lori: I need help 😥 Somethings wrong like fr fr

Savannah: Where are you???

Lori: The bathroom in my room 😭

Savannah: Ight hold on

~End~

I took a deep breath as I waited on Savannah's arrival. Soon I heard the doorknob jiggle and in came Savanah shutting the door behind her. "Did you wake Optimus?" I asked nervously. "No, but what's your problem? You look uglier than usual" Savannah stated smiling as I weekly kicked her. "Looookkkk," I said pointing at the toilet. Savannah looked in and quickly backed away in disgust. "What the hell! Are you sick?" she yelled as I shushed her sternly. "I don't know I woke up feeling weird then I threw up," I said laying my head on the bathtub.

"Wait did you and Optimus......" Savannah asked not finishing her sentence. "Not important right now," I said pointing a finger at her as her eyes went wide. "I'll be right back," Savannah said as she ran out of the bathroom leaving me confused. As I waited for her to come back I slowly got up from my position on the floor trying to steady myself. I wobbly walked over to the counter and looked at myself in the mirror. 'Ugh I look horrible' I thought as I rinsed my mouth to get rid of the smell of puke.

"I'm back," Savannah said while holding something behind her back. "What's that," I asked pointing behind her with a raised eyebrow. Without saying a word she pulled out a pregnancy test and my jaw dropped in shock. "Take it," Savannah said sternly. "Are you serious?" I said crossing my arms in disbelief. "Yes, now take it," Savannah said shoving it into my hands and walking out of the bathroom. I sighed as went through the process of taking the pregnancy test. I set it on the counter and waited. 'There's no way I'm pregnant...... am I? I mean it was only once and it was my first time! Oh god, why am I so anxious'. I started to get more nervous as I paced around the bathroom. 'What will Optimus think? Does he even want kids? Do I want kids? WHY DIDN'T WE USE A-'. My thoughts were soon interrupted by my phone ringing signaling that the five-minute wait was over.

I slowly picked up the test with shaky hands. I looked down at the test and immediately lost my breath. "I'm pregnant" I whispered while covering my mouth with my hand. Tears started to fall but I couldn't tell if I was happy or scared. I sobbed quietly as I slid onto the floor. 'What am I gonna do?' I thought to myself as I cried a bit harder. There was a knock at the door causing me to jump but I didn't say a word. "Lori are you ok," A rough voice said from the other side of the door. 'Shit' I scurried to my feet while wiping my eyes clean. "Yea I'm fine," I said fixing myself up. "You don't sound fine. Can you please open the door" Optimus said as my heart stopped. 'Here comes the moment of truth I guess'

I opened the door letting him in as he kissed my forehead. "I have something to tell you" I spoke as my voice quivered. "Are you ok, you look sick?" Optimus said looking at me with concern. "Yea I'm fine just a little morning sickness," I said putting on a fake smile. As soon as I said those words Optimus's eyes went wide. "Are you?" Optimus asked questioningly as he stared at my stomach. "Yea...... I'm sorry" I said bursting into tears as I felt a strange pain in my chest. "Sorry? For what" Optimus said trying to calm me down. "I didn't even ask if you wanted kids, it just happened! And I-" Before I could continue my ranting his lips gently smashed onto mine.

I calmed down as he wiped away my stray tears. "Hey, look at me," Optimus said while raising my head my his index finger, "I've always thought about starting a family with you. It just happened faster than I expected, but I still love you and our unborn child," Optimus said causing my eyes to water up again. "I love you so much," I said kissing him passionately. I felt him smirk in the kiss causing me to giggle. "You kiss me like that again and we might be making twins," Optimus said kissing my neck. "You horny hunk of metal," I said shoving him playfully and trying to walk away. But I couldn't get far enough before he scooped me up into his arms bridal style and carried me downstairs.

When we walked into the living room everyone was sitting there as if they were awaiting our arrival. "Soooooo," Savannah said with a huge grin. "You told them," I said looking at her with a shocked expression. "That's not important right now. What does the test say" Nina said jumping up and down eagerly. Optimus and I exchanged a look as we both smiled. "WE'RE HAVING A BABY!!" I yelled in excitement as everyone laughed and clapped. "It's about damn time," Crosshairs said with a smirk while I playfully glared at him. "Aww I'm going to be an auntie," Savannah said wiping away a fake tear. I laughed while hugging her tightly as everyone else started talking about baby showers and planning causing me to roll my eyes. "Wow can't believe I'm gonna be a mom," I said rubbing my still flat stomach. "I can't believe I'm gonna be a father," Optimus said kissing my forehead as everyone 'Awwed'. I took a good look around at the people around me, the Autobots, my friends, my best friend, the love of my life, and soon to be born child.

This is my family now and I love them

[starsheild]

AuAugust - The Otherworld - Surprise

Ricochet was still shaken, but after the initial shock wore off he was still taking it better than his origin. It took a lot to shake Punch, but this seemed to have done it.

“O’ all tha Pit-damned fools- ‘m sorry Ric.So sor’y.” Punch aplogized, looking at his creation with a mixture of regret and pride. “N’er shoulda let come wit me.”

Well, Ricochet amended, perhaps not as much shaken as angry.

“Ya could’na known. ‘N not like we’d ah let ya come by yerself.” Ricochet countered. It was the truth, and Punch knew it as well as they did. Even if he had forbidden it, Ricochet would have followed him by default, with the complete support of his twin, if not his progenitors as well.

Punch sighed and reached over to stroke his creations helm, marveling at the changes. The darker twin stood taller now, his entire frame more streamlined but just as strong looking. Maybe even more so. It was closer to his merform now, which should not have been surprising. The trident still rested in his hand, Ricochet unwilling to part with it since he had picked it up and the light show had nearly blinded all present.

The priests seemed confused, to a degree, as well. They had hurried the new king and his stubborn origin into the temple, instead of to the feast and festival which had been prepared and waiting. Traditionally there was little delay in the choosing and the crowning and the public celebration. But there had not been a King chosen since before he could remember, so all Punch had to base recent events on were stories that he had been told as a youngling himself.

It was a little unnerving the way the priests kept looking at the Tridet. None  of them seemed the least bit interested in trying in to inspect it any closer than with their optics, but Punch was starting to get the feeling that changing shape as it had was not something that was supposed to happen. Or normally happened. Or whatever.

The artifact was now double headed, and taller than Ricochet. It seemed to Punch as though it should have been terribly heavy, but his creation manages it with startling ease, only setting it down to the degree that it rested across his knees when they were finally brought fuel by a temple acolyte.

Ricochet plowed through the first cube he was given like he had not fueled in a orn. He was halfway through the second before he slowed and looked around, addressing the priests huddled across the room debating in low voices.

“So when can ah leave?”

“Leave?” The most senior of the bunch, Adjudicus, turned and stared at Ricochet as though the new King had gone and sprung another helm while the his back was turned. “You are not going anywhere until we figure out what has happened.”

Ricochet went very still, visor dimming a bit, his servo tightening around the Trident across his knees. “Ahm not stayin’ ‘ere without m’ family.” 

“You cannot leave-.”

“Which one o’us is ‘n charge now?” Ricochet demanded, cutting off his origin before Punch could get a glyph in edge-wise. For a nanoklik he still looked as though he wanted to intervene, but then thought better of it and simply shifted back in his seat, giving his creation a clear line of fire.

“Well?”

Ajudicus hesitated, the rest of those gathered with him shifting uneasily.

“Well?” Ricochet repeated, tone growing impatient and taking on an edge.

“You are.” Adjudicus conceded, optics shifting down in surrender. 

“Then ‘m gonna go get’m.” Ricochet concluded, rising to stand. “N bring ‘em ‘ome. All o’ ‘em.” He added, looking to his Origin with promise, and a hint of a question. If Punch wanted to return to the land, if Sprocket and Rumbler wanted to stay here, that was their choice. If Jazz wanted to as well, perhaps in some lingering hope of some megacycle seeing the fae that had stolen his spark once more, Ricochet was okay with that. But he was determined that staying or coming was to be their choice, and not something forced on them by others.

“You cannot leave…” This time the tone was more desparate request than order.

“I’ll go.” A voice interrupted, drawing the attention of all of those in the room. Frontrunner stepped in, nodding first to Ricochet before addressing Punch. “I r’member yer mates. I’ll take’m the message, ‘n bring’em back safe.”

“M’ brother too.” Ricochet added, studying the other mer. Frontrunner was a Tempest, one of the kin that Punch had introduced him to when they had arrived, and a clan member that his origin had seemed honestly fond of. While Ricochet wasn’t sure just how much the priests knew, Frontrunner knew of Jazz, and knew why only Rico had accompanied Punch.

“All ‘o ‘em.” Frontrunner replied with a small dip of his helm.

Ricochet shared a look with Punch, then the older mech nodded. “We’ll see’s ya when ya get back then.”

*****

“They’ll be fine.” Punch assured Jazz again. “Lotta mer’s are born ‘n the sea. They won’ change yet, but they’ll be fine.”

Jazz steeled himself, trust in his origin finally overruling his own fear as he dropped over the the side of the transport and felt his frame shift instinctively. Legs stretched and twined into a single tail as the other angles of his frame smoothed into the more streamlined mer form he was still becoming accustomed to.

Punch was at his side in an nanoklik, accepting one of the newlings from Sprocket as the Rumbler handed the second one to Jazz.

Less gracefully the two landmech joined their kin and their guide, Frontrunner making sure the pair were secure comfortable with their seapaks before diving downwards.

Jazz was a nervous wreck the first few meters, but after a surpised gurgle, Sunstreaker settled more comfortably against his origins chassis, not projecting the least bit of distress at the change in environment that he found himself in. Across the bond he shared with his other creation, Jazz could sense the same contentment, and it sparked a little wonder in him, that his own creations were so comfortable in a place that was still rather foreign to him.

He caught his own origins knowing grin, and couldn’t help but smile in return. His origin belonged here, and his mates were willing to join him. Perhaps they were all coming home.

Ricochet was waiting for them when they surfaced, surrounded by a small group of strangers. He ignored the looks and the start of a protest from one as he stepped forward, embracing his progenitors and looking a little embarrassed as they oohed and awed over the changes to his frame.

Jazz was less reverent, if no less affectionate, as he accepted the servo his twin extended to help him from the pool. “Let ya alone for an orn an’ ya change yerself all up.”

Ricochet laughed as he pulled his brother up, freezing as the Tident in his hand glowed to life. The light was gentler this time, if no less intense as it spread along Jazz’s frame. As it faded, Jazz’s first concern was for Sunstreaker, but the newling was still contentdly magnetized to his frame, and from all appearances completely unchanged.

The same could not be said of his origin, Jazz’s frame now mirroring his twins shape once more, though still black on white with accents of silver counter to Ricochet's own white on black with gold. In the servo that had been empty was clutched a double ended Trident, identical to the one held by Ricochet.

Jazz stared at his twin, and all Ricochet could do was shrug in return.

“Surprise?”

[corxoran]

I always get nervous my characterization of certain characters is bad or off but I definitely need to stop basing that off of other interpretations... obviously, as different people, we'll all see certain characters in a different light. I don't think most interpretations are wrong, just very interesting. I like seeing the inferences people make about all the parts of characters we aren't explicitly shown.

Sunstreaker is a character I'm especially interested in characterizing properly, probably because he's a sociopath. And the split spark stuff is also super interesting to me since Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are so different. I did a whole lot of yapping about them to my best friend and came to this conclusion: yes, there are many factors* that make their relationship complicated, but it's also one of those things you just don't need to question. Obviously, they're going to fight. Often. They're siblings. But at the end of the day they're going to be fine. They've known each other for too long, and they know each other too well, to break up for good.

We don't really get to see how they dealt with issues, probably just throttled each other tbh, but I think you can make a multitude of guesses and still characterize them properly.

(*"factors" being Sideswipe wanting to get out of Sunstreaker's shadow, Sunstreaker's sociopathic tendencies, etc etc etc... you know them.)

[silkling]

Prowl refused to join the Well of All Sparks after his death. He lingered on, even if no one could see him. It hurt him, to see his friends, his family, grieving over his loss, but he didn’t regret giving up his life to save them. When they returned to Cybertron, he followed them, because he wanted to see them welcomed home as heroes.

After all the major celebrations were done, he didn’t know what to do. He still didn’t really want to join the Well, and he didn’t feel any pull forcing him any direction regardless, so he was a bit lost. Until he saw Jazz, that is. His old friend was leaving the celebrations, and Prowl decided to follow. He wasn’t supposed when they eventually ended up in front of the old Dojo. It had been repaired since he’d seen it last, but Prowl still felt something unfurl in his chest at the sight of the first place he’d ever called home.

The Dojo would have been his, had he lived. Master Yoketron had said as much, though Prowl was pleased when Jazz became the new Master of the Dojo instead. As the war came to and end and life after settled, Jazz gained a handful of new students. A young, energetic Praxian called Smokescreen. A set of young twins from Kaon, warframes, of course, who’d been forced to fight in the pits and gladiators whose names were Sideswipe and Sumstreaker. A noble from the Towers named Mirage, who could make himself invincible. And perhaps most surprising of all, a painfully young racer, a former deception who’d abandoned the cause years ago called Deadlock.

Prowl was happy to sit back and watch, of course. Jazz was a good teacher, and though Sunstreaker and Mirage in particular seemed to bristle at the authority, all his students took to their lessons well. Prowl was most surprised when one of Jazz’s lessons ended up being about himself, and though he ached at the pain underlying his once-lover’s voice he couldn’t deny the fondness that swelled in his chest to hear him talk about him in such tones. After that, he wasn’t surprised when he found a bust of himself alongside the other busts of the Dojo’s greatest graduates.

He continued like that, watching Jazz teach and his students grow. He explored Cybertron, and it was in his explorations he found the areas of his planet that most resemble the nature of Earth. Everything is still metallic, of course, but there are still forests, small as they are. And there is one cliff he found near the dojo that has the best sunsets and sunrises. It’s a peace existence he’s found himself caught in, albeit a dull one.

Until that too, changes. It happens one night a year or so after Deadlock joined the Dojo. He has no need of food or sleep as a ghost, so Prowl has taken to mindless, almost meditative wandering when the moon rises in the sky. It’s during one of these nights he stumbles across the former Deception in the Dojo practice room, long after everyone else has retired and slipped into recharge. The young mech is struggling through what looks to be Set 23 in Circuit-Su. He manages well for the first few moves, but when it comes to a maneuver that requires him to jump and twist in the air he can’t seem to land in the proper stance to continue the set smoothly. Prowl can see where his error lies. His stance when preparing to jump is off, and it’s throwing his balance in the twist.

The young mech doesn’t know this, because the next time he fails he falls to his knees and punches the ground, blue optics bright with too much emotion and sharp fangs bared in an agonized snarl. Prowl feels an ache in his chest, mind cast back to a night millions of years prior, when he himself stole away in the nights to practice in this very room, when he himself struggled and could only fall further into self-loathing. He was lucky he had Master Yoketron to catch him. This young mech had Jazz, but it was obvious to Prowl that Deadlock had yet to trust the older ninja enough to show any potential weakness.

“Weak!” Deadlock had hissed, low and bitter. “So fragging stupid! I have to do this!” Here, his voice had broken, and he’d slumped. “I have to.” he whispered. “I have to be able to redeem myself. I’m not a ‘Con anymore.”

And suddenly, Prowl had understood. Resolve settled, and he drifted forward on silent pedes. Once he’d gotten close, he’d nudged the young bot. He was unsurprised his hand merely went though him, but the mech obvious it felt it. He’d jolted to his pedes, panicked and hissed a hushed demand as to who was there. Prowl frowned, for once frustrated that he couldn’t be seen, but then the mech gasped and his optics locked on him, and Prowl glanced at the nearest reflective surface. To his surprise he was visible. His form was misted and blurred, and his defining features couldn’t be made out, but one could obviously tell his size and slimness of his frame. The cyber ninja turned his attention back to Deadlock, deciding to question it later, and slipped into the set the mech had been struggling with. He moved through it fluidly, then finished. The mech was staring, confused and a little nervous, but Prowl only shifted into the stance Deadlock hasn’t gotten right and gestured.

He’d hesitated before slipping through the set again, pausing when he got to the stance he had wrong. Here, Prowl stopped him, stepped forward and brushing his servos along the limbs to correct them, urging Deadlock to tuck his arms in tighter and loosen his core. Then he stepped back and gestured. The mech paused, then flipped through the set, this time landing properly and making to compete the set as intended. He’d straightened, then, visibly thrilled, and Prowl had made to shift back into the shadows. The younger boy had caught the movement and jerked forward. “Wait!” he whispered. “I-I don’t know who or what you are, but...can you help me? I have to prove I can be better than who I used to be.” he seemed desperate, Prowl paused before lipping forward again. And so the night passed like that, Deadlock showing forms or moves he struggled with and Prowl correcting them again and again until the ninja-in-training had them right. When the sun was close to rising, Deadlock had jolted, and with a hurried word of thanks he’d fled to this berthroom. Obviously he didn’t want to be caught.

After that, Prowl was less surprised when, some nights later, he found Smokescreen in the practice room instead. This time, he didn’t hesitate the slip forward. As before, the young bot had startled, but he’d quickly realized what Prowl wanted and once again he’d worked the night away like that. He was unsurprised that the younger Praxian must have told someone, it was not in his nature to be quiet, because a few nights later it was Sunstreaker there, arms crossed and face set into a scowl and form unmoving. He had reacted only when Prowl made himself visible, and after a brief spat out explanation the cyber ninja had helped the gold youngling as well.

So, Prowl passed many, many vorns in that way. Students came and left, and as time went one a new story began to spread about the old cyber-ninja Dojo. Only the long-term students and graduates knew this story. Not Master Jazz, not the students who’d failed and abandoned the Dojo, and certainly not any outsiders. The story told of a spectre, a misted, blurred figure that glowed with the light of a spark, who would appear in the practice hall in the nights before any students who struggled and needed guidance beyond what Master Jazz could give. No one knew who this spectre was, or even what it was. They only knew it was there to help, and that it was as much a part of the Dojo as the walls and floors. No one knows where the spectre came from, or why it did what it did, but those who received its aid were grateful nonetheless. The funny part of this story is, not even Prowl knows that he’s become the subject of the Dojo’s whispered myths.

[darkwalk]

Sideswipe’s Very Good, Very Normal Day

Story snippet for TGAU - we’re taking a break from the Autobots weirding out the Decepticons and stepping back into the Darklight for a day with Sideswipe.

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Lights walked into the room with her arms out wide like she was asking for a hug. “There’s my favorite mech!”

Immediately drawing back with wide optics, Sideswipe asked, “What did Jazz do?!”

“That glitch is dead to me.” Her smiled flipped into a scowl. “He ate the last of my candy without telling me.”

“And Cypher and Stillbite?”

“Helped him find my stash, for a fee of several rust sticks each.” 

“Ouch.” He agreed, moving to keep at least one of the club’s tables between them. “Sooooo..... does being your favorite get me out of defense practice for the day?”

“No.” She smiled, pulling out a knife.

Sideswipe grinned back, fake as hell, before bolting out of the room with nervous laughter. Cackling, Lights tore after him. 

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“But imagine! It would be so smooth, gliding around the tables and going back and forth between the bar and-”

“You’re not wearing skates while you’re serving.” Stillbite stated, one optic ridge raised as he cleaned the glasses. An amused smile crept across his face though.

“But it would be cool!” Sideswipe pouted, dramatically sprawling across the counter. Arson trotted over and started sniffing at his helm. He lifted it up enough to see her and start scratching behind her audios.

“Very. But do you know what’s not cool?”

He thought about it. “Falling on my face?”

“And destroyed dishes, damaged furniture, lawsuits from injured customers, and Bass coming over here to complain that we’re copying the Bassjackers thing.” At Sideswipe’s blank look, he sighed. “Most of the Bassjackers use skate mods to get around quickly, remember? It’s their thing. In several of their bars, their servers wear them too, but they also have a floor space designed for people to skate around. The tables here are too close together and to the dance floor. Even if you know how to skate and were a master at it, someone is going to bump into you.”

“Booooooooooooo.” Sideswipe moaned, reaching over to cradle Arson as he gave her a belly rub. “You think it’d be cool, right? I am very cool. Even if I can’t skate on the job.” The cat only meowed at him.

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“Do you think Cypher can read minds?” 

Without even looking up from his datapad, Sunstreaker answered, “No.”

“But he just knows things!” 

“Hm.” 

Sideswipe scowled, leaning over to see what was so interesting. It looked like that booklet on colors Sunstreaker had gotten from work and a datapad with a bunch of frame designs. Which was interesting. But not as interesting as Cypher potentially being psychic. Narrowing his optics, he continued. “Maybe he has cameras hidden all over the club.”

No response.

“It probably isn’t just the club, I bet he has them all over the Darklight. Maybe in our apartment. Or, he can actually read minds.”

Still no response except for some scrolling.

“And he’s collecting enough blackmail information to build an army of people who have to do what he says so he can take over all of Polyhelix-”

“Who’s taking over Polyhelix?” Orion asked, closing the apartment door behind him.

“Orion!” Hopping up, Sideswipe ran over to give him a hug.

“I’m taking over Polyhelix?” The mech replied, mouth twitching into a slag-eating grin. Sideswipe scoffed, whacking him in the arm as his brother finally looked up to greet their amica. 

“How was work?”

“Alright. Nothing interesting today.”

“Can you take that one out for a walk? Glimmer wants me to read through these and he’s incredibly distracting.” Sunstreaker ignored his brother’s exclamation of ‘Hey!’. 

“Sure.” Orion agreed before turning to Sideswipe “Feel like bugging Fracture for stories?”

The red mech paused his excitement as he realized Sunstreaker suddenly looked interested and was giving his datapads a long look as if trying to decide if he could put his work off. Grinning, Sideswipe wiggled in place. “Absolutely. I bet he’ll have even better stories than last time-”

“I’m coming too!” Sunstreaker rolled off their couch and stalked over. “Honestly. I just wanted to get my work done....”

“Anyways......” He shared a silent laughing look with Orion as they all stepped outside. “I think Cypher can read minds-”

[the-odd-job]

Building Dreams chapter 5 - I Hope Your World Is Kind

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Rating: Mature Category: Other Fandom: Transformers Relationships: Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Unnamed Characters, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alien Culture, Dubcon, Angst, Sparkplay Words: 4661

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They stayed up later than they probably should have, but the game was fun and addicting and they hadn’t had that many opportunities to just game before. True to what they’d been told, no one came to tell them they’d need to go to recharge already, despite someone no doubt knowing they were still up because their datapads were in active use. 

But they were left to their own devices, and that suited them just fine. They slept in a little, though, and when they exited their room in the morning, there was already plenty of activity in the common area. It looked like the others were watching a sappy movie and one of them—Whimsidium, if he remembered right—was straight up crying at it.

Sideswipe wasn’t going to judge if others got emotional over movies, but so that was a… Thing? Alright then.

They were wished good morning by guard and carrier both as they made their way down the ramp, then through the back of the common area to the kitchen. The energon dispenser continued to be a bit mystifying, but they got what they needed out of it, and sat down to drink as they had last time. Silvertips came in a while later, but he didn’t linger beyond greeting them and getting his energon. Then he was out again.

Yesterday had gone… Surprisingly well, all things considered. Sideswipe could feel their anxiety mounting, though. The longer nothing happened, the sooner something would happen, and he didn’t think there was any being prepared for what was still in store for them. They were sitting ducks with no real way to protect themselves. It wouldn’t matter if they didn’t want to, they’d still need to do it. 

They knew that much. They did their best to not even consider any possible outs of the whole thing, because there were none. Anything they’d think of would just be useless daydreams.

Sideswipe ended up with his helm on the table’s surface, the both of them trying and failing to calm down the agitation in their spark. Sunstreaker was rubbing his back, but even that was only marginal comfort. They weren’t in this alone, but that was the only positive about this. 

He wasn’t ready. Sunstreaker wasn’t ready. They weren’t ready.

It still didn’t feel right to voice any of their core deep reservations, knowing what they’d just be told, most likely. It was their duty. They were carriers. It was what carriers did. They could dislike it all they wanted to, they’d still need to go through with it because that was how things went. This was the way in which they would serve Cybertron and their entire race.

It was more useful than being a guttermech, that was for sure, but pits, he would’ve rather been a guttermech. Damn being useful to his species if it meant this.

But it wasn’t their choice any step of the way.

And they were just going in eternal circles here. They didn’t want to, but they’d need to, rinse and repeat to infinity. 

“We’re moping again,” Sideswipe spoke into the tabletop. He didn’t see, but could feel Sunstreaker’s nod. 

“Should we stop?”

“I think this is a pretty good reason to mope, all things considered.”

“You’re not the moping type, though.”

“I don’t even care at this point.”

Sunstreaker made a noncommittal sound to that before he downed the rest of his cube and dispersed it. Sideswipe pulled himself together and up enough to do the same, and then they were sitting in silence again, not even the excuse of fueling to keep them there. And what would be better? Just sitting and waiting like the luckless things they were, or should they distract themselves, even momentarily? If they even could distract themselves from the whole thing… But it was worth a try, no?

They both voted that yes, it was worth it, and as one they got up and went to find themselves seats in the center of the common area. The movie had ended and everyone was up to different activities again. Silvertips was… Weaving? Something? His digits moved with speed that entirely showcased his practice with the craft. Deepfire was playing some sort of tactical board game with Shambang and arguing rather loudly over it. It sounded friendly enough, but Sideswipe noticed the guards keeping a close eye on it. Probably just in case it turned not so friendly, although by Sideswipe’s judgment that wasn’t likely to happen. Both of the carriers were grinning and laughter was tossed in the midst of all of their disagreement. Over the exact ruleset of the game, apparently.

“Don’t you two have the rule book?” Silvertips asked from them pointedly to a dual answer of they knew the rules, to which he sighed and focused back on his own work.

Whimsidium wasn’t crying anymore and was instead smiling at the whole thing, even as he said nothing. He was the quiet sort, they’d already noticed. Didn’t speak much, but his optics were constantly alert and it was like he saw everything, even if he didn’t actively participate.

Sunstreaker was mildly curious about him, partly in the hopes of finding a kindred spirit, but put together two mechs disinclined to speak and the chances of them interacting meaningfully with each other were somewhat slim.

Sideswipe promised to get in the middle of that at some point. Sunstreaker’s half of them needed friends too. Something to entertain both of their frames.

“Hey! Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, wanna come play with us?” Shambang invited them in short order once it looked like he and Deepfire had come to some sort of agreement over how the game was supposed to be played.

“Sure,” Sideswipe agreed, and even Sunstreaker grumbled something along the same lines, and they relocated to the game board—to the same side of it.

“You’re not both gonna play?” Deepfire asked curiously.

“We can’t really outwit each other, you know,” Sideswipe smirked as he reordered the board’s hologram to include a third player. Deepfire and Shambang both made understanding sounds to that. Sideswipe wasn’t sure if they really understood, but the point remained that he and Sunstreaker wouldn’t have been able to surprise each other, and endlessly countering the other’s tactics that they were constantly perfectly aware of wasn’t going to get either of them very far.

Better they played as a team, then! Maybe that would even give them a bit of an advantage. They’d need it, because they had already noticed that the other carriers were proficient at the games they had, which made sense after they’d played them for who knew how long—though apparently that still left room for disagreements over the exact rule sets in use.

The twins had no such practice under their belts. They’d need the edge.

It was a distraction. The game required plenty of thinking and pulled their focus to it very effectively as they tried to play in a way that would’ve given them a shot at winning the whole thing. They had some success on that front, honestly, at least in the way that they weren’t wiped off the board right away.

They were both frowning hard at the board when one of the guards called to them. “Twins!” A glance up saw Coil gesturing them over. He was standing by the ramp on the side of the room their room was in. “You’ve got a client.”

A client.

Their spark dropped, shriveled, and stopped in its rotation. Or at least it felt like it did all that.

Sideswipe swallowed, hard. Sunstreaker was so tense at his back that he worried he was going to snap cables, and his own servos started shaking almost immediately. He balled them into fists just to ease it.

It didn’t ease it at all.

“Good luck,” Shambang wished them surprisingly quietly. Both him and Deepfire gave them reassuring smiles. Sideswipe didn’t find the will to do more than nod his acknowledgment before they steeled themselves and got up.

Whimsidium was invited to take their place, and when they passed the quiet mech, he too gave them a small smile and a nod that only read as reassurance.

It didn’t do much to reassure them, but Sideswipe distantly appreciated the gesture anyway.

What had they decided? That they’d try to fit into this lot in life to lull everyone into thinking they were no risk, while keeping an eye on any way out they might see? 

This was a part of that.

He still wanted to throw up. Or faint. Or both. Throw up, then faint. Sunstreaker’s engine was growling, but the aggression was only there to hide his own unease. Or “unease”, because that was putting it mighty lightly. Deepfire had said he was shaking out of his own plating his first time? Well, Sideswipe felt fit to do the same.

This was so much worse than their first fight in the Pits. That had been a stressful experience, when they didn’t really know what they were doing, and then needed to do it in front of one big audience—complete with the threat of severe bodily harm! They had been so nervous. Definitely shaking.

But it didn’t compare to this, even with the lack of risk of injuries that they knew of. They didn’t really know what they were doing now either, but they knew what was going to happen even if the details were fuzzy. 

Do a legit spark merge with a complete stranger, bare their very core to a mech they had never seen before, taste their essence and know their own was put in perfect display.

And on the other side, a newspark.

Primus.

Coil gestured them up the ramp, and they went. Another guard was waiting at the top of it. He gave them a small smile before directing them to their door, and every step they took closer to it, Sideswipe felt like he shook harder.

He wasn’t ready.

Sunstreaker caught his servo and squeezed so hard Sideswipe was pretty sure he’d leave dents behind, but he knew it was less about giving him comfort, and more about trying to find some strength for the both of them. 

They needed to do this.

There was no way out of this.

It was what they were here for. Simple as that.

They went into their room and Coil and the other guard followed them. Sideswipe tried not to think. Sunstreaker was thinking too hard. The fear in them was… Out of this world. What were they even afraid of?

But was it so wrong to want to keep their spark to themselves? Was it so wrong to not want a stranger’s touch on their lifeforce, to not want to touch another’s lifeforce? They’d never even… They were young, of course they had never considered the matter of ever bonding with someone. Willingly. Because they wanted to. They hadn’t entirely denied that as an option either, though, to consider again somewhere far off into the future. 

Well, that wasn’t them and their life anymore. Them and their life was never bonding, but always merging with mecha they would never choose for themselves, but that would choose them. And why would they be chosen? Based just on what they read from their file? Based on their availability?

It was business, nothing more, and they were available now. They weren’t carrying. They had never carried.

He didn’t want to carry.

“Lay down on the berth,” the other guard instructed them.

“We’ll call the client in. You’ll merge with each other first, then he’ll merge with you,” Coil continued. “Just a normal merge, and once that’s over, he’ll leave.”

Simple, right?

Sideswipe stared at the berth. Their berth, that they had recharged on, never really… Thinking it was the same surface this would happen on. But what had they thought?

They hadn’t really thought about the whole thing at all. Had just… Tried to ignore it, even as it loomed over them.

The guards’ fields were full of encouragement and Sideswipe took a step to the berth, leaning to place his servo on it and trying, trying so hard to will himself to climb onto it. It’d only last a moment. Just a few minutes. Merge, merge, and then it would be over already.

Just a moment.

His vents hitched, his vocalizer seized—but it was a small thing, wasn’t it? In the grand scheme of things. All the breeders everywhere did it all the time. It was normal. Just a small thing.

That would repeat over and over again, if not right away.

Pits, pits, pits…

He couldn’t do it. Sideswipe jerked away from the berth as if it burned him, gritting his denta together. He tried, he really tried–

But he couldn’t subject himself to it. “I-I can’t,” he gasped, retreating until his back hit the door of the small room. It had always opened for them before. It didn’t open for him now.

Locked.

Trapped.

He keened. Sunstreaker growled, but did nothing to try to talk him into the whole thing. Of course he didn’t. They were twins. His brother’s optics were bright with stress, now, and it circulated in their spark in an even growing typhoon until it strangled them both.

He started crying. It just was a few uneven, interrupted ventilations first, only then tears. “I can’t do it,” he repeated, glancing between the two guards, searching for understanding he knew he wasn’t going to find. Maybe they’d understand his reluctance–

But this was how things worked. Carriers made newsparks with anyone who bought one.

They weren’t going to change a longstanding, perfectly functional system just for the sake of a newcomer that couldn’t bring themselves to go through with it.

“This is what carriers do,” the guard that wasn’t Coil said, his voice gentle. “It’s your duty to your species.”

Sideswipe hung his helm. “I-I know,” he whispered, because he did, he damn well did…  

But he couldn’t do it. He shook his helm.

He couldn’t do it. It was so different to be on this side. On that side? Not being a breeder? He hadn’t even spared a thought to how the breeders felt about the whole thing. They just did it, because that was what they were supposed to do, and… He hadn’t thought. He hadn’t considered. Who did? Who gave them that much thought? Who saw them past their servitude to their race?

He couldn’t do it.

“Be a good breeder, Sideswipe,” Coil murmured to him.

He cried harder, shaking his helm, side to side. Sunstreaker came next to him, shaking himself, but his anger was mixing with their fear and getting overpowered by it, no matter how hard he tried to hold onto it. Sideswipe burrowed against the golden frame, cringing when Sunstreaker growled a deep, “Stay away.”

Coil stopped his approach and put his hands up, but neither guard gave up. They couldn’t, could they?

There was no escaping this. They would make sure of it. “This is what you’re here for,” Coil said, this too that they knew damn well already. Sunstreaker growled harder and Sideswipe could feel his brother’s arms tighten around him as they did what they had promised themselves they wouldn’t do, and tried to find an out.

Out of the situation. The door wasn’t that. They couldn’t get out of the room, anymore. So what were they to do?

Sunstreaker opted to fight. Sideswipe couldn’t deny the appeal of that, and when both of the guards moved to close in on them and Sunstreaker lashed out… So did Sideswipe. 

And they weren’t garbage fighters, they really weren’t. They had made it in the pits just fine.

But they were young. If Downturn was to be believed, all of the guards had trained for longer than they had lived, and then gotten who knew how much more experience since. When Sunstreaker tried to hit Coil for coming too close, the guard dodged out of the way in one easy motion and swiftly grabbed Sunstreaker, pulling him away from Sideswipe.

And when Sideswipe keened after him but turned to the other guard, he had no more success before he was spun around, his arms firmly caught, and he was pushed to the berth and pressed down onto it. 

He was shaking, harder even than before, and for the life of him he couldn’t find the strength to fight it properly. Fear weakened him, where he thought he really was past things like that after the amount of close calls and fright he’d just fought through in the Pits.

Clearly he wasn’t past the point of being unmoved by it, not really.

Sunstreaker wasn’t paralyzed the same, but it didn’t get him anywhere. He was snarling curses, but Coil overpowered him with depressing ease, pressing him onto the berth the same. With the same stupid superiority the guards pinned them each down with one arm only, freeing their other one to bring out familiar chips. Sunstreaker stilled before he doubled his efforts to… Something. Get away, stop the progression of things, anything—and even Sideswipe bucked, nearing straight up panic when it became obvious what the guards were planning. 

“No no no, please no–!” and he hated himself for pleading, for crying so hard it blurred his vision, and he hated them for shushing him.

“You’re a carrier, Sideswipe,” one of them repeated, he wasn’t even sure which one. They didn’t say more than that, but not like they needed to.

He was a carrier. This was what carriers did. This was what all carriers did. It was duty.  

There was no escaping it.

He closed his optics when his medical port was forced open just like Sunstreaker’s was, and where Sunstreaker never once stopped growling, threatening, Sideswipe’s tears fell silent when the chips were inserted and both of his frames fell lax. Not unconscious, though he wished he wouldn’t have needed to be at all aware of this. 

He didn’t want to feel, he didn’t want to know, yet he did when the guards maneuvered them. They plugged in, used their overrides to open their chestplates—made them merge with each other.

They were aware of all of it, both of them. Sunstreaker closed his optics with some difficulty when their spark-halves made contact, merging into a single physical entity until there was no distance between their fears. Their core pulsed with it, fitful, helpless, and even the comfort of being together was no comfort at all, knowing what the only reason for it was. 

Just to enable them to merge with another. Nothing else. It wasn’t kindness, just a necessity to enable a split spark to merge successfully with another spark. 

Just that.

And they couldn’t even leave it there. One of them weaseled their servo between their frames, between their spark and Sunstreaker’s frame, severing its connection until his brother’s frame went grey and their spark retreated into Sideswipe’s frame alone.

So much emotion he thought their spark might collapse from it when they took Sunstreaker’s frame and… Carried it out of the room. Sideswipe tried not to look, but he couldn’t not see it from the corner of his optic. It was just him, then. Him and Sunstreaker in spark, but only him in frame. 

Why did that make him feel even more alone? He wasn’t alone, he was everything but alone right then, when they were both together in the way they were supposed to be–

But they felt so alone. Maybe that was it. They had no one but each other anymore. No one else would look at them and see anything wrong. This was what they were meant to do, as carriers. That was all anyone would think. 

It was Coil that settled him onto the center of the berth, gently arranging his frame on it entirely comfortably aside from the fact he had almost no control over himself. Once that was done, he stepped back to stand next to the door that led to the common area—and the other one, at the back of the room, that opened.

A mech—their client—stepped through with another guard. He seemed nervous, fidgeting, his field drawn tight. Just like Sideswipe’s. His spark was trying to shrink in on itself where it was still in perfect display—trying to hide, to go unseen, ignored.

That wasn’t going to happen. “His first time too, huh?” the mech, client, asked, looking over his frame just waiting to be mounted and merged with.

“Yes. He’s sedated for everyone’s comfort. Please go ahead with the merge, but prepare for an unpleasant response. New breeders are always rather fearful.”

“I see,” the client said. He hesitated for a moment longer before he cautiously climbed onto the berth, looking like he was expecting Sideswipe to jump up and eat him at any moment. 

He might’ve tried, if he had that amount of control over his own frame. Instead the client scooted over and straddled him, before his chestplates began to part. The transformation looked reluctant, and at least Sideswipe could sympathize with that much. What was it like for the clients? Bare their spark and merge with someone under the watchful optics of the guards? That couldn’t be entirely comfortable.

Sideswipe still couldn’t find it in himself to feel particularly sorry for the mech. He didn’t really want to feel sorry for himself either, to pity himself, but it was a hard thing to manage when the client’s spark revealed itself and he leaned down. His and Sunstreaker’s spark pushed as far into the back of its chamber as it could, but it didn’t matter. Nothing they did mattered. The client leaned down until their parted chestplates were flush, and then there was no escaping any of it.

A gasp escaped Sideswipe despite his disconnect from his frame when their sparks came into contact. He hated the feeling instantly, the burn of life against his own—the confusion in both of them at something neither had done before, but also the desire in the other. Not for him, but for what he could do.

Spark. His spark could ignite where so few others’ could. Create new life, and the mech, he wanted that new life. He’d come this far for it, paid for the right to create one, and he was determined. Their spark’s reluctance didn’t matter, their fear didn’t matter. He’d been warned of it. Told to ignore it, to go through with everything in spite of it.

And he did. He knew that was what he needed to do to get what he wanted, so his spark pushed forward even where the twins’ tried so desperately to pull back, and deepened, maintained the merge, added energy to it, to their spark.

Of course it was like nothing they’d experienced before. It felt like their core was filled further by every second the merge continued, every second their spark was kept incapable of escaping it. It never gave in to it, it never agreed to it, it wouldn’t stop trying to get away from it even past their conscious control—just acting on their emotions.

And just for it to go entirely ignored. The other mech’s focus was steely. He had a goal in mind, and he would accomplish it. He held in place, his spark strong against theirs, forced the connection between them where they wanted nothing to do with it, when it was so obvious they wanted nothing to do with it–

Until their spark was filled to the brim and it all exploded. Sideswipe’s frame arched off the berth despite himself, into the other mech when the energy electrified his entire frame—but centered at his lifeforce, always came back to it, wave after wave. It made him shiver from helm to pede, tense up like no other overload ever had, and he didn’t know which way was up, he was blind but to the fact the whole world was light and sensation-

Sideswipe’s vocalizer clicked into unwilling functionality under the force of it, though only static came out. The mech above him groaned as his spark was pulled into that maelstrom until nothing made sense anymore, for either of them.

There was so much power in it all, released… But always coming back to their spark. It only ever flowed outward to ebb back to its starting point at their spark, and each wave was tighter, smaller, never going as far out–

Until, finally, enough of it halted that his frame collapsed again. It didn’t entirely end even there, but it barely went past his spark chamber anymore. His spark was shivering from the excess of it, raw to the contact of the other, and it hurt–

But that seemed to be the cue for their sparks to part. The other mech didn’t pull away immediately, but their sparks receded from their contact, the twins’ cowering into the back of its housing as it had, and the client’s similarly retreating into his own chamber.

Once they felt no more connection between them, the client pulled away, sat back on Sideswipe’s legs and let his chestplates close. “Did that go as it was supposed to?” he asked uncertainly, looking down at Sideswipe—Sideswipe, whose frame was shaking despite its sedation, his spark feeling like a withering little thing despite the simultaneous sense of having more power in their core than they ever had had…

He didn’t know what to make of it.

“Yes. We’ll let you know if you need to come back for a second try once the breeder has recovered from this attempt. If you feel disoriented yourself, it will pass soon,” the guard that had come into the room with the client said, gesturing at the back door. “I’ll escort you back to the lobby. We have refreshments there if you need a moment before leaving.”

“Yeah, alright,” the client said a little breathlessly, giving Sideswipe one more glance before he climbed off of him, off the berth, and followed the guard out the door. 

Coil stepped forward as soon as the door had closed and locked, turning Sideswipe’s helm to the side to remove the chip. Like last time, he didn’t get all of his control back right away, but there would’ve been enough to at least close his chest if Coil hadn’t said, “We’ll bring Sunstreaker right back in so you can separate, if you want to.”

He wanted to. He wanted to hug his brother, physically, just to feel his arms around him and hear him tell him it was going to be fragging okay–

Because he didn’t feel okay. Once he found he could, Sideswipe caught his bottom lip between his denta and bit down on it. He was crying again, if he even had stopped at any point, he couldn’t tell. Tears dripped from the corners of his optics, running down into the gaps between his faceplates and helmet, and his spark…

Primus, his spark. It felt hot, and cold, and full and empty and sore and stronger and weaker than it ever had, and he couldn’t tell what the pit was going on anymore.

But true to Coil’s word, the other guard came through the door to the common area, carrying Sunstreaker’s empty frame that he laid down on the berth next to Sideswipe. Sideswipe tested his frame, and although he didn’t think he had enough coordination for it yet, desperation still had him rolling over right away, against Sunstreaker’s side, then drag himself over his open chestplates until their spark connected to both frames. He had none of the wherewithal to go fully through with the separation, but color and life returned to Sunstreaker, and that was all he wanted right then.

Despite the aftereffects of the sedation in his own frame, Sunstreaker wrapped an arm around him, pulled him tight to himself, and Sideswipe pressed his face into his brother’s shoulder and let the grief come.

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Starscream Guilty Wank

He works his servo faster as he imagines that annoying bug's smart mouth pressed against his valve, moaning with delight at the taste of the seeker on his glossa. If only he could get the little beetle spirited away for but a moment, stolen in the middle of conflict, to feel what that glossa would be like on his own. To feel the yellow mech’s soft derma. He needs to know, commit it to memory, so he can recreate it in his processor on such quiet nights. Starscream’s hips involuntarily buck into his fierce grip, an arm thrown over his optics, but nothing can knock the scowl from his face. Damn those Autobots and damn that insufferable buzzer. The only thing separating them is that ugly red badge on the beetle’s hood, and yet, in this moment, it feels to be an impassable barrier. One that Starscream can never break.

TFA Ratchet/Bee

Saying no to Bumblebee should be easier than this; he scolds the young mech all the time, this should be no different. And yet the stern Ratchet that puts young bots in their place is nowhere to be found, as Bumblebee’s servos spread curiously over his chassis. His digits are clumsy where they sink into his seams, but Bee more than makes up for it with the enthusiastic kisses laid upon Ratchet’s neck cables. He’s too old for this slag, too old to be seduced by a mech who’s just a little curious, too old to be deluding himself with fantasies about what this could really mean. Nonetheless, with a grumble Ratchet grabs at Bumblebee’s narrow hips to rock their warm interface panels together. Taking care of high interface drives isn’t in his job description.

G1 Mirage/Bee

It’s not that he’s nervous about getting Bumblebee alone. Primus, no, he would never be nervous. But he needs to… decipher these feelings he has before he gets in too deep. The high grade doesn’t exactly help with that, nor does the pounding bass of whatever Earth song Blaster is playing over the party. Occasionally he catches flashes of the yellow paint he’s been watching all night. Or perhaps it’s gold. It’s hard to tell if it’s Bee or Sunstreaker with the flashing lights. But there’s no better time than the present, and the liquid courage in his lines has him moving across the rec room before he’s even thought this through. Bumblebee’s servo is so small, so familiar, in his own. Bee is trying to say something, but with the loud music and Mirage pulling him towards the door, it’s lost on Raj’s audials. It seems like a blur before Mirage finally gets his lips on Bumblebee’s, a sigh of relief muffled against the yellow mech’s face. Bee laughs into the spy’s mouth in turn, arms wrapping carelessly around Mirage’s shoulder armor. Did he choose his own or Bumblebee’s hab to escape to? It’s hard to remember, especially with his small companion pawing at sensitive wires.