#megatron: you can’t keep me in here starscream!

[kaontic]

When your nephew got this book and ya wanna create a TF oc:

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Sometimes a day makes you want a Starscream to bite and squeeze

[revelboo]

Sheeesh, First Starscream, then Soundwave, now Megatron?? Who’s next, Shockwave? ☠️

Nah, I’d only intended Megs, Star, and Soundwave here. Just wasn’t sure if y’all would be okay with reverse harems in your TF fics 😅

Everything Is Alright Pt 86

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• “Starscream.” Still following him, still trying to dig around in his head. Rounding on Soundwave, Starscream bares his denta. Seeing the communications officer let his hand fall. Knows that if the other mech dares to touch him, he’ll attack. Because all of this is his fault. Even if he regrets what he did, it’s far too late. Soundwave set him on this course and he can’t turn back. To keep you, he can’t hesitate, can’t waver. Glaring at Soundwave, he waits and the other mech just shakes his head. “Don’t do this.”

• “If you actually care about my mate, you won’t get in my way,” Starscream growls, wings flared. And he can feel the anger, fear, and desperation to protect what he has in the Seeker. Knows Starscream is walking a thin line, that he’s at risk of destroying everything he’s trying to keep safe. And that nothing Soundwave says is going to sway him from that goal. A fully bonded mech stressed past his limits is a dangerous thing, because he won’t stop. Can’t. Starscream brushes by him and he lets him go. Can almost feel the danger closing in. That he might be past the point of stopping this and all he can hope for is to save you from the fallout.

• Striding down the hall, Starscream’s hands won’t stop trembling. Determined even as he wants to grab you and run. To try to escape this even knowing he can’t. That he won’t be allowed happiness. Not as long as Megatron lives. He’s tried so many times to overthrow him, always failing. Always suffering for that failure. This time he has to succeed, because it’s not only him at risk. You’re his to protect, you need him. And he needs you.

• “Attempts to synthesize stable energon alternatives have been so far unsuccessful, but-” Lifting his head when Shockwave trails off, Megatron keeps sliding his servo up and down your back, amusing himself with how uncomfortable you are with his touch as you sit on his thigh, little hands in fists. “Lord Megatron, I realize it’s not my place to question you, but why?” Venting in amusement as Shockwave just gestures weakly with his cannon. Not sure if the other mech is more put off by having a human about or that you’re not in a cage somewhere. Or it could be that he’s touching you.

• “A learning opportunity for Starscream, that’s all,” Megatron says, servos curling around you as you inhale sharply. “Keep up your experiments,” he adds, flicking the servos of his other hand dismissively. All day there’s been a stream of visitors reporting in. Asking for him to mediate arguments, most of which seem fairly petty. As soon as this one leaves, he slumps back against his throne, free hand lifting to rub between his optics. And you’re realizing there’s two faces to Megatron. The intimidating warlord and this exhausted, over it version that disappears as soon as he’s not alone. Apparently you’re not worth keeping up the act most of the time, though. Head falling back, optics shuttered, he vents. “Tell me, pet. Do you really believe that traitorous creature can change?”

• “I think he wants to,” you say, soft voice wavering as he slides a servo up to rest against your throat, tapping idly. “If you’d just let him.” Huffing out a laugh, he glances down at your serious, little face. Amused that you seem to actually believe that. Poor little thing. You still don’t understand Starscream’s ambition. That he can’t help himself, clawing for power no matter the consequences. While he’s not sure what the Seeker saw in you that distracted him temporarily from his goal, he knows it’s just that. Temporary. Freezing when you lay your warm hands on his servo, Megatron nearly pulls his hand away.

• Lowering your head when those angry optics narrow, you hold your breath. “If I let him,” he mutters as your shoulders droop. “You’re loyal to him, I’ll give you that. You’d be better served being loyal to me, though.” That servo against your throat tips your chin up, forcing you to meet his optics. “He cares for you, talks to you. You must hear things.” Pushing at his servo, you realize he’s wanting you to spy on Star. Tell him his secrets.

• “Not happening.” That anger in your soft voice is a surprise, unexpected as those eyes narrow at him. So there is some fire to you. He’d assumed you were all soft and compliant, easily cowed. Why does that little flash of temper twist through him? Because you’re resisting him and he’s so used to his followers never outright disagreeing or refusing him? “I’m not betraying him for you. He’s trying to be better and I love him for-” and you stop short, dropping your eyes and going still. Love? That’s how Starscream wrapped you about his servos? Convinced you that he loved you, cared for you? Because it’s so ludicrous he almost pities you, laughing despite himself as you stiffen.

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[transformers-spike]

I'm in great need of a desperate to please, absolutely lovesick Starscream who will do anything to pleasure the reader. Whatever they want? He's raring to give it.

Goddammit writing his POV always kicks my ass, but here have me attempting to decipher him for the umpteenth time

How dare you forgive him?

After all he’s done; the abductions, the threats, the torture – you still looked upon his visage and refused to give in to ire. “I know you’re a dick, but why do you want to be hated?” you asked him once, dangling your legs from the mezzanine, ignoring the two-wheeler’s fiery gaze boring a hole through his back. “Is your processor malfunctioning?” he asked in return, crossing his arms and ignoring the watchful optics of the Autobots surrounding him. “After all I’ve done, hatred is the best I can hope for.” “Nah, I think it’s deeper than that. I think you’re a sad little man who can’t even fathom genuine empathy.” He would have grabbed your pathetic human frame and threatened to crush you if not for the yellow mech hovering around him looking after his own human pet. Your disregard for your own safety led you to trail behind him on a cycle by cycle basis. “It’s not like we have anything better to do,” you said, jogging to keep up with his wide strides. “Besides, I think you can use the company. I can’t imagine being on your own for so long has done your mental health any favors.” He suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing you to smash into his pede and fall down, clutching at your nose. “Motherfuck-” you hissed. “What makes you think I want your company?” He turned around and watched you wipe the blood from your face, trying not to cringe at the sight. “You are nothing but a useless fleshling.” “There we go again with the avoidant behavior,” you said, grinning like you were in on a private joke. “I guess you really had it bad around the Decepticons, huh.” “Preposterous!” He leaned down to thrust an indignant digit in your chest. “I was the Second in Command, my position was coveted by all. How dare you speak so lightly on matters beyond your comprehension!” “Yeah sure,” you drawled, patting his digit dismissively. “I doubt it was that coveted once Megatron made his big fat return.” Beyond his better judgement he snatched you up and brought you to optic level. You reeled in his grip, gaze flickering between the hard ground and his sneer. Initial fear and panic were replaced with… concern. “Ah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to hit this close to home.” It was his turn to reel back. “I don’t need your apology!” he snarled. “Maybe, but the offer still stands.” You looked up at him, concern softening the corners of your eyes. “Hey, I never hated you. Not even when I should have.” You chuckled. “Maybe you’re right and I really am insane for feeling this way compared to-” you gestured at the military base from across the dilapidated landing strip. “I just… I know how it feels like to be beaten down by everyone, both figuratively and literally.” A second chuckle escaped you, darker than the last. “Hey! Everything okay out there?” Starscream nearly dropped you when the green mech shouted from the entrance, glaring daggers at him. “It’s fine!” you called out, waving at the Autobot reassuringly. He scrutinized Starscream for a while longer. “If he gives you any trouble don’t hesitate to say it!” “Eh, I’ll be fine! He’s all bark no bite!” He let out a bellowing laugh and left, but not without sparing Starscream one final scathing glance. He contemplated you in his servo, watching you uselessly wipe away the blood with your sleeve.

“Are you contemplating asking if I’m okay?” you asked with an infuriating smile. “Absolutely not. Where did you even get such a revolting idea?”

You pointed behind him. “Your wings.”

He looked back and, sure enough, his wings were hanging low. How could the parts he was proudest off betray him so easily?

“You know,” you gingerly added, resting your chin in your hand, “I’ve always loved how expressive they are, especially their sleek design. It’s a shame there are so few seekers around. You’re all so elegant.”

He blinked at you. “I… why of course seekers have the most elegant frames!” He put a proud servo to his chest. “As annoying as you are, at least you can see true beauty when it’s in front of you!” You flashed him a warm smile. It’s been an… odd transition, to say the least. How you seem to have stuck by his side for the better part of six quartexes, ever the loyal turbofox. Things have gotten… heated between the two of you, although not by his initiation, of course. Praises come easy to you, and as much as he would like to reject your prattling… it feels nice to be finally recognized. He has given into your sweet nothings because he has no better options left (nevermind having last interfaced millennia ago), allowing you to worship his spike with an adoration he hasn’t experienced since… frag, he can’t remember. Perhaps the power dynamic is different, having someone so small caress his interface array – someone who cannot hurt him in any way. Safety. Is this what he craves? To let you stroke the sensitive plating of his wings and feel completely at ease? You’re no seeker, you can’t possibly understand their importance even if he explains it. Yet… there is respect in your gestures, carefully caressing them in his alt-mode, before and after the flights you indulge in. It’s a strange appreciation, your kind lacks the EM field to bond without physical touch, but this type of affection is… acceptable. You’re exceedingly easy to overwhelm; throwing your head back when he presses his glossa between your legs, terribly sensitive to the slightest contact, singing sweetly as he pleasures you. You’re small and delicate in his servos, giving off a dainty charm, perhaps similar to that of a seeker if not for your fleshy mesh. Not that it’s of any importance anymore. Going as far as to properly interface with you has been… nerve wracking. Can you come close to understanding what it means to him? To be in such a vulnerable position? Maybe so from the manner in which you submit to him, accepting being completely at his mercy. Mass displacement is, surprisingly enough, useful outside of war; allowing him to embrace you as your hands trail up and down his wings. He never could have imagined humans were so… warm and welcoming. You take him so well for something so small, swallowing up the entirety of his spike in spite of your limits, gazing up at him with a dazed look in your eyes and giving him a thumbs up in tone deaf reassurance. Oh you never learn. When he attempts to kiss you, you allow him to explore at his leisure, snaking your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Your legs tighten around his waist when you’re reaching overload, eagerly grinding against his spike until he’s forced to pin you down and put you in your place. “Don’t rush it,” he purrs, trailing the back of a digit down your cheek. “Consider this my first proper “apology”, so be a dear and accept it.”

[someonehugratchet]

Breakdown has been gone for no less than a week when Ratchet receives a heavily encrypted message.

At first he thinks it’s nothing and it’s only years of combat through his technology and being a medic that he even spots that something is different about it.

The one difference in the file is a punctuation at the end, a single full stop that is something humans do instead of the cybertronian symbol.

He opens the file, works his way through it for over two earth hours, and when he’s finally done everyone has gone to have their shutdown and the humans are at home safe and sound.

Part of him thinks it could be a trap sent my Soundwave but there’s something in his spark that’s telling him to trust it. He’s been a doctor for years, he’s learnt that trusting your instinct is the most important part of the job. It’s a combination of prior knowledge, subconscious awareness and thinking and the thing humans call a ‘gut feeling’.

Ratchet opens the last link and finds a message that reads,

“Hello Doctor.

I am aware that we are not friends and work for opposing forces, but I am desperate. I am not sending this because I have had a change of spark or something dramatic like that, though I can’t say I have never thought of that.

No, this is far more important than any sides of a war or Megatrons foolish little game.

I am with sparkling.”

Ratchet stalls for a moment at that sentence before stealing his nerves and continuing.

“I found out around two deca-cycles ago and was afraid to tell the Sire, and now he is gone.

If Megatron finds out about this, both that I am with sparkling and that I can conceive, I will never be safe. He hasn’t been too focused on it, but we all know he has put plans in place should he have the chance to have an heir.

I’m not stupid enough to think he won’t find out, and I’m not too prideful to put my ego and desire to been correct over the life of my sparkling.

So I am asking you as both a medical professional and a close friend of Optimus for help.

I don’t need you to let me join you or live among you, but please help me get out.

I am begging you to help me make sure my sparkling doesn’t end up like Shockwave or Megatron or, Primus forbid, Starscream. I want my to have the chance to choice who it wants to be, and I know that it’s Sire would have wanted for us all to be with you Autobots.

But I have accepted this too late.

Turn me away if you wish, but please help my sparkling.

I don’t have much time and I do not want to terminate it, it’s all I have left of Breakdown.

Yours truely,

Knock-Out.”

Ratchet actually had to sit down once he’s finished reading, serve pressed to his chaises in both shock and heavy understanding. He helped many with their sparklings during the war and knew well the grief of it, even if it was never something he went through.

He sits there for a long time, considering every thing he knows, before he stands again and sends a message back with identical encryption.

“Knock-Out.

I am sorry for what you are going through, both your loss and your situation.

Whether my team wants you here or not I will find a safe place for you, this I promise you on the All Spark. I am sure Optimus will understand but we must act quickly, so listen to my instructions and I will be able to keep your family safe.”

Ratchet lays out the plan quickly and with no room for miscommunication, even going so far as to send a ground bridge for the Mech at a certain point during the next cycle.

He can deal with the teams reactions once’s he’s got Knock-Out safely out of his enemies hands.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello teacher I'm just resending my request cause I remember you said some of the request you get from other followers disappears and I haven't seen the other request that I have send you when your request box was open

So I took the liberty of myself when your request box was open to copy and paste my requests so here they are

1.) Not too sure where this idea came from but I would like request a (our world buddy again) who happens to have a great fatherly like relationship with Prime Verse megatron who ends up meeting IDW Optimus who actually is her adopted dad he has the papers and data pads to prove everything and Prime megatron and his decepticons decided they were gonna fight IDW Optimus for custody of buddy and it ended somewhere along the line of Prime megatron ended up in the medbay completely unconscious and half of his army traumatized after they found out what an how angry a prime who is a father can really get (technically related to my story)

2.) Don't really know what to think for this one but what about IDW Bots meet G1 bots?

3.) Buddy from our world meet team prime and team megatron from cyber verse world? I would love that interaction

Oh and cyber verse starscream got really attached to her to the point he doesn't like sharing her attention which buddy has no problems with cause she knows why he is the way is. And maybe megatron and sound wave got attached too and devised plans to steal her and keep her the nemesis for a little while cause it's not everyday you meet someone who show so much affection

P.S feel free to write these last cause I know you are busy😃✌

This is a pretty big list, so I went with number 2, minus the Cyberverse part. I don't write for Cyberverse as of now.

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy from the real world meeting Team Prime

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

TFP

Buddy was starting to think that maybe the new coffee mixture they had made was really an elixir to travel dimensions.

They didn’t know how hard they hit their head when they saw Wheeljack arguing with Ultra Magnus.

The two bots didn’t even notice the human until they came literally running to Magnus’s pede and hugged him the best they could.

Buddy hugging Magnus’s pede: “If this is a dream I don’t want to wake up!” Magnus nearly jumps feeling the random human hug his pede. Wheeljack looks like he is going to glitch, though he doesn’t know for what reason. Wheeljack: “Hey… umm, kid what are you—” They turned their head so fast Wheeljack was sure that he heard a snap. The human starts running up to him rapidly shaking their fist in excitement: “Wheeljack! I can’t believe I’m actually talking to you! Either that or I may have found the limit of coffee I am allowed to drink.” Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack: “What?” Buddy: “Hey, aren’t you supposed to take me to meet the rest of the team? Isn’t it like, the whole protocol?” Ultra Magnus gives Wheeljack an uneasy look: “You seem to know quite a bit…” Buddy waving their hand: “I’ll explain that later, now, who am I climbing in?!”

When they arrive to the base, they are practically bouncing off the walls.

They are even more excited than when Miko first showed up.

In fact, the new human is excited to meet the kids, Fowler and June just as much as they are excited to meet the bots.

Miko has a taste of her own medicine and feels the need to apologize… someday.

Buddy does calm down when explaining how they know who they are and how they had been through a similar situation like this before.

That leads to more questions, but Buddy refuses to answer them.

Something about ‘Not wanting to mess with the universes’.

Buddy: “Anyways I need to keep you guys from finding out about some spoilers, like Bee’s voice coming back. Team Prime: “WHAT?!” Bumblebee: BEEP!? (MY VOICE?!)” Buddy: “…Rats…”

Optimus does allow Buddy to stay on the base while they wait until they return back home.

Most of the team thinks that another Miko is among them now.

And to a point they are right.

But Buddy also knows when to stop and tries to be useful around the base.

Buddy sweeping the human area. Miko: “This has been the third time you’ve cleaned this place this week. You can leave some stuff around you know?” Buddy still sweeping: “Ratchet finds the mess distracting; I’m just trying to lighten some of the load.” Ratchet, who overhears this now has to rethink his opinion of Buddy.

More respect is earned when they see Buddy football tackle Miko from going into the groundbrigde.

Many hugs are given on what seem like random days.

Those days turn out to be heavier than others and Buddy is always behind the bot ready to hug or do whatever they can to make them feel better.

Smokescreen walks into the base with his doorwings a bit drooped. Buddy running over to him: “Hey Smokes.” Smokescreen puts on a fake smile: “what’s up Buddy?” Buddy patting his pede and giving a genuine smile: “You’re doing great.” Smokescreen just nods because he doesn’t want to cry in front of Optimus. Later… Ratchet still on the main console. Buddy grabbing a blanket and places it nearby. Ratchet: “And what are you doing? You should be in bed.” Buddy: “That’s where you should be too.” Ratchet scoffs and continues working. Buddy: “Don’t think I didn’t see you put back your rations today.” Ratchet stops mid key stroke. Buddy: “I am NOT going to sleep until you get some energon and go to sleep.” Ratchet: “Well then prepare to stay awake for a long time.” Buddy cracking their knuckles: “Bring it! I’ve been awake for 3 days and 3 nights straight during exam week!” Ratchet suddenly worried for Buddy’s health: “…You win this round.” Buddy laughs in sleep deprived.

The bots are wrong to assume that Buddy wouldn’t pull a Miko.

… and now some are considering bringing them out with them.

Buddy fan almost as much as they do with the bots and some cons are now afraid of getting the feral human on them.

But Buddy has also thrown rocks at certain cons out of pure spite.

Buddy throwing some rocks at Breakdown: “SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE AND JOIN US!” Breakdown looking at the human questioning: “What?” Buddy still chucking rocks: “YOU COULD BE A GREAT AUTOBOT WITH YOUR POTENTIAL! BRING KNOCKOUT TOO!” Knockout: “I think this human lost it.” Buddy: “DO NOT LET YOUR MAN GO OUT HUNTING THAT TRAITOROUS SPIDER!” Arcee: “Finally something we agree on.”

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

I need angst from you….

Thundercracker and Skywarp dying on the battlefield….

Super fucked up, I cried

This Won’t Be the End

Words: 933

:.Thundercracker?.:

:.Skywarp?.:

The thrill of battle was slowly creeping into dread, the wind was beginning to feel tight, the sun no longer warmed his wings. It didn’t feel right. Something was wrong.

Something was terribly wrong.

:.Starscream, Megatron is falling back, do we follow?.:

The SIC feels his spark twist uncomfortably in its chamber.

:.Go ahead Slipstream, I need to find my trine, you’re welcome to retreat along with Lord Megatron.:

:.Nonsense, we stay with you, I’ll send Ramjet and his trine to help.:

The ping on his radar was enough to give him confirmation that the three had turned to follow his lead, a heavy wave of air leaving his vents as he began to glide lower to the ground. He ignored the glimpses of retreating Decepticons and Autobot, tugging at his trine bond.

No answer.

He tugged again.

No answer.

He was beginning to grow desperate.

Until the softest pull came in response.

His thrusters whined with the sudden shock of speed as he took off, catching Ramjet and his trine by surprise.

Transforming from his alt, he almost tumbles into the trampled ground. His pedes catch on the uneven terrain, stumbling forward, just barely managing to stabilize before he’s running forward.

Two frames in sight, energon splattered against the ground in such a way it almost appears to be art. It makes Starscream want to purge, if not for the sheer amount of energon lathered against the ground than for the weapon standing in Thundercracker’s chassis.

The seeker feels his voice box fail, intake dropping open before closing when he realizes what lays before him.

A hesitant step forward, it doesn’t feel real.

“Star?”

Skywarp…

Skywarp!

Starscream nearly lunges forward, kneeling down between their two frames. His servos are trembling and he hesitantly places one over Skywarp’s chassis, trying his best not to look at the horrendous gash through his side. Desperately attempting to ignore the way the energon is soaking into the joints in his knees.

“It’s me, I’m here Sky.”

He watches helplessly as Skywarp’s dim optics flicker out before coming back in. He watches as he tries to get a better view of their fallen trinemate.

“TC… is he..?”

“Sky, please- just focus on staying online right now.” Starscream feels the need to plead.

“He is, isn’t he?”

Silence, Starscream can only will himself to move his servo to Skywarp’s.

“He is.” He finally manages, vents stuttering. He can feel the coolant building in his optics.

“It’s okay to cry, Star.” Skywarp’s voice box nearly gives out half way, his servo slowly detaching from Starscream’s to set against his arm.

“This is all my fault.”

Skywarp’s expression barely narrows but it’s enough to convey his disapproval, “No… you didn’t cause this.”

“I wanted this, I wanted to participate in this war.” He feels like screaming. He feels the need to cry, to yell, to throw himself down and die. “You and Thunder weren’t made for war, you weren’t made for this. I dragged you into this and now you’re-“

“We would’ve come if you wanted us too or not.”

Starscream can barely keep himself from calling Skywarp a fool.

“You’re dying.”

“I know.. but even if I could go back and choose again, I’d always follow you. TC would do the same. We love you Star.”

His spark feels tight, his optics burn. “You can’t do this to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

His vents stutter again.

“Can..” Skywarp’s voice box gargles, “Can you sit me up?”

“Skywarp you need to stay still, the medics-“

“The medics won’t be here in time, even I know that. Just sit me up, please. I want to see TC.”

Starscream resists the urge to cry, he resists the urge to yell. He resists the urge to plead with him to stay alive, doing as asked.

Slowly he maneuvers his trinemate up, adjusting him so Skywarp can lean against him. His dim optics slowly trace over Thundercracker’s frame.

“They got him pretty good.” Skywarp manages the comment as his servo moves to weakly massage the broad of Starscream’s wing.

“Right through the spark chamber…” Starscream responds, burying his helm in Skywarp’s shoulder plating, arms loose around his midsection. He’s careful of the wound.

“He went down fighting… took another bot with him.” Skywarp mumbles, resting his helm against Starscream’s. “Kept up his tough guy act to the end.”

“I think.. he earned the title.” The trine leader responds after a moment and Skywarp can’t stop the weak laugh that leaves him.

“I guess he did..”

A small chuff of laughter leaves Starscream’s intake.

“Star.. could you tell me a story?”

Starscream doesn’t question why, “Which one?”

“That one about Skyfire… how he blew up that energon dispenser.”

Starscream obliges.

He tells the story.

He doesn’t get very far before he feels Skywarp’s servo slip from his wing. Not even half way in when his frame goes limp against him. He doesn’t need to see his optics flicker out to know. He doesn’t need to feel Skywarp’s frame cool against his own to know.

He only needs to feel the trine bond flicker out.

By the time Ramjet and his trine find him again, Skywarp is gone and despite being empty frames Starscream refuses to leave.

Not even Thrust can will himself to pull the seeker away. No, Ramjet’s trine only stay nearby. They wait, emotions of their own pooling in despair.

It’s no surprise Starscream refuses to leave their bodies and had it not been for the help of Ramjet’s trine, Starscream would have been carrying his trinemates back to the ship himself.

[peak-dumbass]

I felt like ranting about TFP/RiD2015 starscream’s character since I feel like a lot of people mischaracterize him, but this turned out to be much longer than I thought it would sooooo click if you wanna see my essay about the most disloyal second-in-command ever :]

So when talking about tfp starscream I hear a lot of his fans mention how bad the show was for not addressing megatron’s abuse of him and for not giving him a redemption arc where he recovers from it and becomes a better person or something along those lines

I don’t want to seem rude, but where the fuck did you guys get the impression that the show was ever going to do something like that?? Or even that starscream was ever going to be viewed in a remotely sympathetic light??? Cuz it definitely wasn’t from the show I can tell you that much

Now I’m not denying that starscream was abused, I do agree with that — but did you guys forget the context of why Megatron feels the need to punish him so brutally? Cuz every single time he does so it’s cuz starscream is trying to take his place as leader of the decepticons and, more often than not, trying to kill him in the process — like did yall forget that one of the first things starscream did in the show was plan to leave megatron to die in space after taking the only thing keeping him alive from his chest and the only reason he didn’t was because he was being spied on by soundwave?

I’m not stating that to say “megatron was right to abuse starscream”, hell no, but I’m stating that to say there was a reason for it in-show and it wasn’t to show that starscream deserves sympathy but to show how ruthless megatron is, especially to people that cross him like starscream

The whole “redemption arc” idea that some people like to cling to is what confuses me the most because are we talking about the same character here?? Are we looking at the same guy because so matter how you look at starscream, he was never meant to be redeemed

This is the same character that, throughout the entire show, is the only one to have killed an autobot on screen — and he did this in his first scene in the first episode — and actively brags about it on several occasions afterwards throughout the show

This is the same character that, when the autobots gave him one chance to see if he could be seen as an ally, couldn’t help himself from mentioning his murdering of cliffjumper to arcee — cliffjumper’s partner — and then using her anger and grief as way to escape, effectively making it impossible that the autobots would ever truly trust him again

This is the same character that, even after leaving the decepticons, can’t help himself from trying to murder megatron (to take his place, not as revenge for his abuse) and getting in the autobots way of stopping the decepticons

The fact that starscream’s seemingly favorite pastime in the show is Attempted Murder so he can become a Worse Dictator is something I think his fans gloss over much too easily — especially since they’re typically the same people that hate megatron for abusing him because starscream *checks notes* keeps attempting to murder him

The only reason why megatron keeps starscream around is because he’s more useful to him alive and working under him than either dead or working against him — and considering how many times starscream has attempted to murder him and has actively ruined his plans, I’m surprised he hasn’t killed him already

Even after all of that happens and starscream finally says “fine, I won’t attempt to kill megatron anymore” in season 3, he’s still ruining his plans with his pettiness and jealousy towards others like shockwave —

no matter what happens to starscream, he refuses to grow and change

— which is why I can’t understand where this “I can fix him cuz the writers refused to” mentality came from

He was never meant to be “fix”-able, at best he was meant to be a doomed character, a cautionary tale and/or a tragic villain — because no matter what happens, he keeps ruining things for himself and refuses to accept that, putting the blame for his failures and feelings of inadequacy on others like megatron or optimus when, in reality, it’s always him who is reason why he can’t be happy

And this carries over into Robots In Disguise 2015 as well, when he returns to be the villain of season 3 (or 2.5, it’s complicated)

He returns to earth so he can find all of the 7 weaponizer mini-cons and link them to himself to become all powerful so he can kill megatron and conquer the galaxy

I’ve seen some people say that “the writers had to add on the ‘conquer the galaxy’ part to starscream’s plan because then it would be hard to justify why the heroes would want to stop a victim of abuse from killing his abuser” and just —tell me you don’t understand starscream’s character without telling me you don’t understand starscream’s character

My Sibling in Primus, starscream has been wanting to do that since the beginning of Transformers: Prime, that’s literally his main reason for constantly wanting to kill megatron all the time — so he can take his place as leader of the decepticons, defeat the autobots, and then become the ruler of Cybertron

While I do agree that starscream wanting megatron dead for all of the pain he caused him is definitely part of his motive here, this type of revenge is never going to shown as a good thing, nor should it

Even after its been several years since megatron left the decepticons after being used by unicron, even after all of cybertron seems to have moved on from the war, starscream can’t let his obsession with killing megatron go — and that isn’t a good thing

Bumblebee confirms that starscream has been assumed dead this entire time, meaning nobody was chasing or hunting him down, nobody was trying to turn him over to the new cybertronian government for his crimes — he could’ve used this as a way to escape it all and finally start anew, find other ways to make himself better and happier after having to deal with megatron looming over him for so long

But he didn’t

He stumbled upon an old megatron plan for gaining power and couldn’t help himself, he couldn’t let it go, he refused to break the cycle and he has no one to blame for continuing it but himself

When he finds the Dark Star Saber and uses it, the sword resists him, with him saying that it’s because the sword doesn’t find him worthy enough to weld it since it can tell he isn’t megatron, but he tries to weld it anyways

I’ve seen one person try to interpret this as a way to say that “this means he isn’t evil since the sword that was made for evil is rejecting him” which is the dumbest take ever, but here’s my interpretation of what the Dark Star Saber’s rejection means

Ever since his first appearance on screen, starscream has been trying to be the leader of the decepticons, the most powerful, the most feared, the most respected — he wants to be megatron so bad it’s painful — and everything that happens to him is telling him that he isn’t

But he refuses to accept that — of course he doesn’t, he’s starscream, megatron’s most disloyal second-in-command — and that’s all he’ll ever amount to as long as he walks his road of selfishness, anger, and revenge

And that’s what he does until he’s defeated again by Bumblebee and his team, because if there’s one thing that remains constant for starscream that isn’t his favorite hobby of Attempted Murder it’s his refusal to grow and change as a person

[cozzzynook]

regarding the latest post with bee and cliff being meg and op’s sparklings: what are their reactions to star being bee’s conjunx?

I imagine megs is gonna blow a fuse and immediately try something to make them split, cliff takes his sire’s anger as well but he’s vocal about it, op is trying to be civil here but has his own doubts. bee knew this was a mistake but bought star because it would eventually be known soon, meanwhile star has a smug smile and isn’t (not a lot anyway) phased by bee’s family. drift and ratchet don’t like it either, neither does their sparklings. but their sparklings are more accepting, since if bee likes this menace of a seeker maybe he’s not that bad. (they may or may not be right)

adore and love your writing 🫶🫶

😭 thank you!

Bee is 100% not ready to introduce his conjunx to his family.

Cliff is downright unbearable in his complaining and his sire is over the top literally shooting his canon at Starscream who is laughing and antagonizing the former war mech.

Optimus is no better because he does keep his conjunx from offlining Starscream but he does threaten him with a Spark scalpel curtsey of Ratchet who came to the family dinner with his conjunx and sparklings who brought their conjunxes and sparklings.

Cliff is conjunxed to Mirage who proved his love for Cliff already, so the mech is just sitting back watching everything unfold happy to not be the subject of his conjunxs creators ire.

Starscream is not an idiot.

He does not take Optimus’s threat lightly and he knows to fear that mech more than Megatron. He’s dealt with Megatron for thousands of years, he knows how to deal with him.

Its Drift and Ratchet along with Optimus that he fears.

He knows who Drift used to be and he knows Ratchet can and will take him apart piece by piece.

He has no intentions of hurting or leaving his little space bee but he does wish for this family dinner to be over with so they can go back to the peace and quiet of their home where he can spoil his little brat of a conjunx and enjoy his spoiling right back.

Starscream matches Cliff’s snide remarks right back and matches Ratchets glares with devious smirks while carefully taunting Optimus whenever he makes an underhanded remark and he matches Drifts weary glares with raised optic ridges.

By the end of dinner Bee has enough and lays in on his family for being so rude to Starscream.

“Carrier! You can’t say a word about my choice in conjunx when sire was a warlord!! Sire! You worked with him!!! You both committed war crimes! Uncle Drift you were a decepticon too at one point and Uncle Ratchet you conjunxed him when he was still a con! None of you have the right to judge so stop it! Or I won’t be coming back!”

“And cliff!”

Cliff was just staring with his mouth open since Bee so rarely yelled.

“Stop with the remarks! You hated it when sire and carrier treated Mirage like this! Don’t do it to me and my conjunx!”

Bee stands and yanks Starscream with him who looks shocked and follows Bee before holding him and lifting him up.

“While your family is quite rude to guests. They have a right to worry love.”

“Not you too.”

“I’m on your side always,” Starscream assured him, “but I don’t want to see you arguing with your family or on bad terms. Especially because of me.”

And Bee knew his love missed his trine even if they were simply far away back in Vos it sucked to be without your family close by. Especially since the trio were so close they practically lived with them.

“Lets head back home to Vos?”

And Starscream smiled a little at this, completely focused on Bee forgetting the others who saw Starscream in a different light.

“Only if you all reconcile,” he agreed kissing his yellow loves helm.

“I think we owe you an apology,” Optimus said after clearing his intake passage.

“Sorry Bee…screamer,” Cliff said still such a brat but at least he tried.

Ratchet was still bitter but he did huff out a gruff sorry followed by Drift’s apology.

Megatron had to be elbowed by Optimus and after a few kliks and a sigh he apologized.

Bee bunched up Starscreams dermas before his mate could make things worse.

“Thank you,” he smiled warmly, “i think we should go now. I’ll contact you guys later?”

With a sad nod his creators and split spark hugged him before seeing them off.

Dinner went well since no one was offlined but it was still a disaster.

Bee was wondering what they’d do if the two ever sparked.

He was not looking forward to that conversation.

[the-saintprimus-choirs]

🎢🪐H O W - C A N - T H I S - B E - F A I R?🪐🎢

c h a r a c t e r - l i s t + i n f o !

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this au is based off of the musical, ‘Ride The Cyclone’, and the characters used for this are from ‘Transformers Animated’.

for this, I decided I will have an autobot version, along with a decepticon version, so we get the best of both worlds!

before I list the character roles, I want to make this clear.

I am a **MINOR**. Meaning, no nsfw asks, and please keep the suggestive asks to yourself. No, this does not mean Noel’s Lament is going to be hit with a censor bar, yes the characters can swear, and this doesn’t mean you can’t swear either. here is my two other blogs, my ask blog >> @ask-dice-and-his-crew , and my main blog >> @peridots-biggest-fan . Not all characters will be open for asks at first, and if I get busy, I might only open asks for one version of the character, for example- I could open asks for Prowl, and leave Shockwave shut for a while until I have the time and availability to open him up too.

Thanks for listening, and now I would like to introduce…

T H E - C A S T !

The Saint Primus Iacon Choir-~

Sentinel Prime- Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg.

Prowl- Noel Gruber.

Bumblebee- Mischa Bachinski.

Bulkhead- Ricky Potts.

Sari Sumdac- Jane Doe/ Penny Lamb.

Optimus Prime- Constance Blackwood.

Ratchet- The Amazing Karnak.

Soundwave- Virgil.

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The Saint Primus Tarn Choir-~

Starscream- Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg.

Shockwave: Noel Gruber.

Blitzwing: Mischa Bachinski.

Wasp: Ricky Potts.

Black Arachnia: Jane Doe/ Penny Lamb.

Lugnut: Constance Blackwood.

Megatron: The Amazing Karnak.

Soundwave: Virgil.

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And…That’s the cast! Ain’t that great. Well, now I’d like to get onto the blog’s rules, and **my** boundaries.

, as I’ve said before,

-NO NSFW.

Wether it’s ask wise, or anything to do with the characters or me, I will be blocking, and doing as much as I can. If it’s an anon ask, I’ll delete it. Immediately.

-NO BULLYING/ HARASSMENT.

Just no. It’s rude, and yet again, I will be blocking.

DNI’S—

Preds, proshippers, maps, homophobes, transphobes, racists, terfs.

if you match any of these listed above, do NOT. DO NOT. Interact with me, or the blog. Please just don’t.

Now that’s that all said and done, let’s get…

ON WITH THE SHOW!

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Hi! I'd like to request a oneshot about tfa Megs helping his male cybertronian partner with really bad insomnia and anxiety, if thats ok? headcanons are also cool if a oneshot doesnt work out! thank you!

I hope it's ok, but I did this a little differently. Since it didn't say reader, I wrote this from Megatron's point of view.

TFA Megatron x Male Cybertronian

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Megatron woke up feeling his partner tossing and turning. Not an unusual nighttime activity for them. He heard his partner sigh in annoyance. Megatron turned, wrapping his arms tightly around his partner and bringing him to his chest.

“What troubles you, my spark?” Megatron asked, nuzzling his helm into his partner’s neck.

“Everything.” He admitted honestly. “There’s so much to do, so much work to finish. I know I need to sleep but I can’t, which stresses me out more, which keeps preventing me from sleeping. How am I supposed to focus on all the things we have to do tomorrow if I am too tired to do any of it?”

Megatron ran his servo over his lover’s arm, stroking them soothingly.

“Do not fret, anything you need to do tomorrow does not need to concern you right now. Focus on being here with me, and enjoying our rest together.” Megatron whispered.

“I wish it was that easy.”

It pained Megatron to see his love so hurt. He wished to take all their anxiety, wanting to be able to easily lull them into a restful sleep. Megatron knows he struggles to sleep, but he’ll stay up all night with them if he had to.

Megatron sat up, looking down upon his partner. His face looked so sullen, so at war with himself. Megatron hated to see them so upset. Megatron stroked his back.

“Will your tasks still be there if you were to sleep?” Megatron asked.

“Yes?”

“Would there be a difference if you were to do them now or later?”

“I guess not.”

“Are they tasks that someone else could do?”

“Technically yes, but-”

“Good, then close your optics and stay here with me. I will get Starscream to finish those tasks. We will not leave this berth until you sleep.” Megatron laid back down, once more pulling his partner into him. He wrapped his arms tightly around them, giving them soft kisses atop their helm.

“But what about you? You have things to do tomorrow as well.” He stated.

“You are my priority, so making sure you get rest is all I will focus on tomorrow. Nothing else is as important as you.” Megatron replied, running his digits softly over his partner’s frame.

Megatron felt his partner clutch tightly onto him in response to his words. Megatron began to hum, an old song that often helped him in tough times. He hummed, while still softly stroking his partner's back and arms. He was the most important mech to Megatron. And Megatron would make sure he got enough sleep, no matter how long it took.

“I want you to clear your mind and think of me, focus on my touches, focus on my voice. There is nothing else in this world, just you and I right here, right now.” Megatron whispered, then went back to humming. He continued to hum and graze his digits over his partner, hoping it would lull them to sleep.

He heard his partner sigh again, but it was softer, quieter and sounded tired. Which was a good sign. His partner twitched, and moaned, slightly shifting every few minutes. But Megatron stayed put, still holding him. Megatron kept ahold of him while he got comfortable. Eventually his partner stilled, his helm buried into Megatron’s chest, arms draped over Megatron’s sides. Megatron could feel a difference instantly, his partner was still. Soft sounds of sleep coming from their vents. Megatron still continued to hum and stroke them a little longer, wanting to make sure his partner was in a deep enough sleep. Then when he was sure, he would fall asleep with him.

[nsokolow]

Transformers One: Charoite

Chapter Sixteen

Megatron’s holographic image projected from the little device.

“Charoite!” Megatron grinned. The determination in his eyes put Charoite off even more. “I see you have a medal!”

She was a surprised he brought it up. She forgot she was even wearing it. “Oh! Yeah!” She held it up. “Second place in Maccadam’s Race! Out of twenty-nine other bots. Jazz was first.”

Megatron smirked. “Yeah? His luck finally turned around, I guess. Then again, you’re probably getting all the attention.”

“Ha! That’s what the live transmission tried to make happen. I’m ‘back from the dead’ to Iacon.”

Megatron chortled. “Anyway, you have anything to share now? I know it hasn’t been long, but we’ve all been looking forward to any updates you might have.”

Charoite kept her expression as neutral as possible. “I…uh…there’s…”

Starscream, not as clearly, appeared in the hologram behind Megatron. “Well, come on! What do you know? I helped you get back to Iacon, so you at least owe me!”

Charoite frowned at him. “Well, I don’t think you’ll like hearing this, but there really aren’t a lot of secrets the Autobots could keep. They haven’t been around that long.”

All traces of enthusiasm disappeared from Megatron’s face. His red eyes flashed as his look hardened. “I seriously doubt that. Us Decepticons have been around just as long, and we have plenty of attacks plans and weaknesses the Autobots don’t know about. I haven’t even shared some of these things with Starscream, Shockwave, or Soundwave!”

In a panicked rush, Charoite wracked her brain module to find an answer. “I…uh…well…like you said, it hasn’t been that long. I haven’t even spent a night here yet. I did actually get some decorations for my room!”

Megatron sighed. “I guess I was rushing you a bit. Good of you to buy decorations. If you look like you’re planning to stay in the long run, they’ll be even more fooled. If somehow you can’t find any secrets, at least tell me about any plans they have—that is, where they’ll be and at what time. They, most importantly, Optimus, will hopefully be vulnerable for an attack at some point, and then I can take my rightful place as ruler of Cybertron.

“I’ll make sure to keep you updated—wait. That’s your goal? To rule Cybertron?”

Megatron’s apparent confusion embarrassed Charoite, but she was mostly worried.

“Uh…yeah. I thought it was clear.” Megatron frowned as his eyes shifted.

Charoite looked down and grabbed her arm. “Well, I mean, you talked about Optimus getting the Matrix and throwing you out of Iacon, but—”

Charoite jumped at the sudden, albeit soft knocks on the door.

Megatron’s eyes widened before he bent down and shut off the call.

“Come in!” Charoite asked. She hoped she didn’t sound scared.

A silver and light pink bot, the sides of her head large and round, opened the door and took a few steps in. “Hi! Just wanted to finally meet THE Charoite! I’m Arcee. I’m in the room next door!” Arcee extended her hand.

After hearing what Megatron told her, this femme’s friendliness towards her made her even more anxious about a future where Megatron ruled Cybertron. Were kind, nonjudgmental bots like her, B, Optimus, and maybe deep down Elita going to keep having good lives? It was great the Decepticons wanted a planet without deceitful leaders, but was that even all that would happen if they took control of Cybertron? Their aggressiveness, their ill-will toward their enemies…Megatron having ripped Sentinel in half in front of—”

“Are you okay?”

Charoite jolted out of her train of thought. She probably looked ridiculous, all silent and frozen when all this bot did was introduce herself.

“Oh, hi!” Charoite shook her hand. “Great to meet you, Arcee!”

“Wow…” Arcee chuckled softly, “…I can’t believe it’s really you, and you’re in the room next to mine! When Elita told me about it, she almost seemed sympathetic, but I told her I couldn’t wait to meet you! Congrats on the race, by the way!”

“Oh, uh, thanks!” Charoite slipped the medal off. “I mean, Jazz should really be getting more attention, since he’s the one that won, but I’m happy I won. It’s funny…B said he could fly, but he actually turns into a car. I guess it’s because his doors look like wings when he’s not transformed. Anyhow, I had to sneak my name onto the roster! It was fun!”

“No way! By the way…” Arcee lowered her voice, “…I don’t mean to be insensitive, but I just have to know, what was it like being with Sentinel? I mean, before we all found out he was evil.”

Charoite resisted the urge to tell her it actually was kind of insensitive. “It was…good, mostly. He was gorgeous, and really doted on me. He called me ‘Char,’ and I called him, ‘Sen.’” She started to feel good about opening up to another femme about this. Maybe it was a good thing Arcee asked! “He reeeeally wanted to keep it a secret until if and when we would decide to become sparkmates. It was annoying. He was also kind of controlling.”

Arcee’s face dropped. “Oh. I can see that.”

“He did take really good care of me, though. I also really loved the kisses and cuddles.”

Arcee giggled. “I bet! Such a shame he did all those awful things, though. You holding up okay?”

Charoite nodded. “I’m feeling a lot better than before, that’s for sure. I still have some adjusting to do. I mean, I went to the surface and came back to society being so different.”

“I know, right? I can’t imagine! Anyhow, I’ve gotta head out. Going to a former miner support group. Later! Great to meet THE Charoite!” Arcee waved and headed for the elevator.

Charoite’s worry about Megatron’s statement returned.

[gaybananabread]

May I pretty pls request headcanons for the high guard(before Megatron)? Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave?

𓆩༺High Guard Tkl Headcanons༻𓆪

~UUUUH ABSOLUTELY YES!!! These robots are probably one of my top three hyperfixations right now; I have SO many ideas! I’ve got stims for DAYS of their g1 voicelines. Thank you so much for this request, and I hope you Enjoy!~

🛦 Starscream 🩶

General:

Tell me Screamer doesn’t give lee-leaning switch vibes

That dramatic diva would love getting destroyed, though he isn’t above occasionally “disciplining” his guard. 

He can and will deny the existence of tickling altogether if you try to squeeze either confession out of him. Good luck, soldier (-_-)ゝ

Lee:

These moods are harder to spot than a single bolt in a collapsing energon tunnel. He’s the distinguished leader of the High Guard, after all; it’s beneath him to crave such childish things.

However…

Sometimes, the cravings are just too persistent, too annoying to ignore; he’d be at a disadvantage in battles if he let the need fester. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself.

After he finishes his little crisis, he’ll try to provoke one of the ‘Waves into tickling him. They’ve proven to be loyal enough, and they haven’t tried to kill him yet—checks all the boxes.

It’s not an exact science, though; bots don’t usually think of tickling their bosses, much less homicidal ones who rule through fearful respect. It works about 35% of the time, usually with Soundwave picking up on it and deciding to be a decent bot.

I’d say he’s pretty ticklish; he’s just gotten good at hiding it and suffering quietly. You have to force a genuine reaction out of him, but he’ll look like a kicked puppy if you stop before then; then he’ll scream and send you out on a full day’s scouting shift.

Worst spot would be his waist, specifically his hips. That snatched waist will be his downfall; it’s just too grabbable. Immediate target for anyone tickling him, and it kills him every time.

Melt spots are his big wings and upper chassis, specifically his pectorals. Get him on either of those spots, and he’ll become a big kitten.

His laugh is very pitchy; he sounds like a teen smack-dab in the middle of the voice-crack phase. Giggled threats, squeaks, squeals, and nasally laughter. If you go for a bad spot, he’s true to his nickname: Screamer.

SUCH a cuddle-bug after being wrecked. If you comment on it, he might bite you, but he loves to just be held for a bit before going back to being the fearsome leader of the High Guard.

Ler:

GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN, SAVE YOURSELF—

He’s a VERY evil ler: flustering teases, death spot attacks, smug comments, no escaping whatsoever.

You really can’t run from him. He’s a jet, and he’s been training for years to push himself to tip-top speeds. Good luck dude.

He can and will torment you with the same teases that overheat him; man CANNOT take what he dishes out, but “consequences are for cowards.” (He always regrets saying that.)

“What’s wrong, runt? Does this tickle? How unfortunate for you.”

“Ah, yes, insanity and helplessness; music to my audio receptors. Which spot made you scream again?”

“I’m barely touching you. How do you expect to rise in the ranks if you can’t even handle a little scribbling?”

Not the worst at aftercare, but you’re gonna have to spell some things out for him. You’ll get an energon cube, whether your body is made to ingest them or not. He’ll stay with you until you recover, but after that, you’d best keep your mouth shut about the whole ordeal.

📼Soundwave💙

General:

Okay quiet boy here is a solid ler. 

Aside from the fact that he doesn’t like to laugh or speak much, he simply prefers to tickle others. If he can keep some of the other guard members happy, he’s accomplished something.

(I wish he had his recordicons in the movie; I have so many ideas 😞)

Ler:

He gets ler moods every so often, though he usually tickles bots to cheer them up or fix their moods.

Someone is sad about a guard member who got injured? Gentle tickles to make them smile.

Starscream is being more of an arrogant showboat than normal? Yeah, waist tickles to take him down a peg.

Shockwave has been cooped up in his lab for Primus-knows-how-long? Yeah, tickles to force him to intake some energon and recharge.

Now, Soundwave is VERY respectful of people’s wishes. If they want him to frag off, he’ll leave them be. If they tap out, he immediately stops. 

On the flip side, if you don’t stop him, he WILL wreck you into oblivion. It all depends on what you want

I feel like he’d use short, teasy observations to make his lees blush. Just something to fluster them and get them squeaking.

“Ticklish one: adorable.”

“Commencing stomach analysis… Results: conclusive. Very ticklish.”

“Laughter: changes pitch frequently. Claw tickles exemplify this quite nicely.”

“Hmm… Tickle. Ticklish. Tickl— Ah, my observation is correct: the word makes things tickle more.”

Absolutely ZERO issues with saying the t-word. If you can’t handle hearing it… well, it was nice knowing you.

So…we know how he can blast out sound waves, right? I’d bet if he did that on a MUCH lower setting, it’d tickle like crazy. 

All the effects of a massager, in as wide of a range as he feels like pushing out. Could be your entire body, one spot, multiple different ones…

The possibilities are endless, my friends.

Amazing with aftercare. He’ll give you hugs and headpats, bring you energon or food (depending on which you need), and tell you how well you did. Lots of love from the quiet one 💙

💡Shockwave💜

General:

This brat feels like a 50/50 switch to me. 

Like, he gives me SUCH lee vibes, but you can’t deny that he’d wreck a bot when the opportunity presents itself. 

Chaos boi energy by beloved 💜

Lee:

He absolutely refuses to admit that he’s ticklish. Does he want to be wrecked? Absolutely. Would just a few simple pokes make his entire orbital cycle? No doubt about it, yeah. So, how does he respond when asked if he’s ticklish?

“Uh, no. Only weak scrap-bots are ticklish. Now, get back to work before I introduce you to Primus!”

Ya know, like a smart bot.

Only Soundwave and Starscream have the lugnuts to try him after he says that. The moment the tickling actually begins, his fight seems to just evaporate into thin air.

I feel like his little eye-light flickers when he’s getting wrecked to pieces. Sort of like a smile for him ✨

His laugh is really boyish and joyful when you really get him. Just imagine a six-year-old laughing his aft off.

Shockwave generally isn’t that ticklish; only certain spots get him screaming. You either have to know exactly where you need to strike, have him restrained, or be quick enough to find one before he kills you. Speaking of which…

Worst spots are his blaster hand and side plating. All it takes are some light scribbles on either spot to make him flail and lose his processor functions.

Melt spot would have to be his finials. You can’t tell me those big ol’ things wouldn’t be ticklish. He’d lean right into it and close his optics, mumbling something about “needing to recharge, no other reason…”

Ler:

SUCH a smug aft-hole of a ler. 

He’s such a brat in the movie; you can’t tell me he wouldn’t carry that over to wrecking his fellow guard members.

Shockwave doesn’t really need a reason to wreck someone; he won’t even attempt an excuse. He’s just gone up to random guard members he was close with and attacked.

Not to say he’s disrespectful. If you seriously don’t want him to tickle you, he’ll begrudgingly back off. He’ll whine, of course, but he won’t push.

When he does attack, he’s a rapid-fire kinda bot. Get every spot he can think of, see which makes you laugh loudest, and THEN focus in.

Plus, all the teases he knows will get to you. He’s a bit of a jerk about it, but lucky for you, it’s easy to get revenge.

“I had no idea you were this weak. How have you survived this long?”

“You’re laughing so loudly. Think I’m gonna need to get my audio receptors checked after this.”

“Imagine if our enemies found out about this. You’d be down in seconds!”

“It tickles? No scrap. That’s the whole point of tickling you.”

Despite all his smug talk and bravado, he’s pretty good at aftercare.

Big ol’ hugs, cuddles if you’re up for it, energon or water and snacks, and maybe even some science rambling if you just want some white noise. He’s a softie afterwards, though only when it’s just you two.

[revelboo]

You have successfully made me into a Starscream fan 🫡 Ur works are ✨ stunning✨

Thank you! He’s fun to write

Everything is Alright Pt 30

Starscream x Reader-doubts

• Servos sliding down your spine, he listens to the sound of your breathing. Reassuring himself that you’re there. That all’s well even though a vague sense of disquiet nags at him. He’d given up on recharge, his processor circling back again and again to an old nightmare so familiar he knows exactly what will happen even as he has no power to change those events. A terrible loss in battle, Megatron leveling the blame on him. Taking it out on him in a rage. Tearing his wings from his frame as he screams, a ped slamming down on his back, breaking him. He knows the nightmare, it never changes.

• But this time it had. An invisible force dragging at his limbs, holding him back as he struggles to get there in time. Knowing deep down he won’t as he calls out to you to run and you just look at him with those trusting eyes. Waiting for him to reach you, protect you even as Megatron seizes your tiny form in his servos and you scream in pain. Shuddering, his venting goes rough to stir your hair and you mumble. Cheek sliding against his chassis as you shift in your sleep on him. His wings are shivering even trapped under him, that tremble rolling through his frame. It hadn’t been real, but it could be. Because of him. He nudges your head with his servo and you reach up a little hand, fingers grazing him and then draping your arm around him as you curl around that digit with a sigh.

• He needs you, but you don’t really need him, do you? You’re only dependent on him because he’s trapped you here helpless. His head falls back, helm thumping on his berth as he stares at the ceiling. He’s survived Megatron’s anger over and over. But you won’t. He doesn’t know why Soundwave or his Trine hasn’t let his secret slip yet, but it’s only a matter of time until you’re discovered. And he won’t be able to protect you. You wriggle closer to his servo with a soft, sleepy sound that darts through his spark in a jolt of awareness. That warmth that you stir in him growing even as panic begins to spread. He can’t let you go. Can’t protect you and you’re all he has. Nothing else stays or lasts. Neither will you if Megatron discovers you.

• An unsteady rumbling thrums through you and you sleepily lift your head. Starscream has an arm thrown across his face, his denta bared like he’s in pain as he growls softly. And you wake up enough to realize you’ve got your arms and legs wrapped around one of his servos, shoving upright and away as your face heats. His arm shifts, a red optic peering down at you without any real ire about you spooning his servo. He probably just thinks you’re being clingy. “Good morning,” you mutter, knowing he enjoys the little greeting. Usually the corner of his mouth twitches in an almost smile, but not this time. He’s just staring at you and there’s something so lost in his expression. A sadness that cuts through you. “Everything okay?”

• Always worrying about him instead of yourself. He runs the tip of that servo over your cheek in a gentle caress. No, he’s not okay. It’s not like he didn’t already know he’s selfish, but he’s never felt guilty about it before now. “Of course,” he rasps, spark aching as you reach up to lay a soft palm on his servo. Just one thing that was his. Was it so much to ask to be able to keep one thing. One little spot of peace. To be selfish and hoard those little smiles you give so readily, your affectionate touches and the sound of your soft voice asking him about his day. Agreeing with him. Just being there.

• Why does his spark hurt so much? Like he’s lost something so precious that he can’t survive without it. You’re right there, but for how long?

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[weaimtomaim]

When the Past Catches Up

A quick note to say that this is based on a thread I did over on discord with the lovely @wwheeljack! It’s been condensed, rewritten in some areas, and edited, but still contains writing of theirs. Thank you for joining me on this journey! 💜

Of all the things Onslaught had expected to see on Earth, a partially constructed statue of his former leader was quite low on the list.

It had started when Onslaught detected a peculiar blip on his scans. A rudimentary signal meant to deter unwanted guests. The sort of thing that would work with keeping civilians away, especially of the human variety, but would stick out to those with military experience. Was it someone with limited tools and resources on hand, or someone who was new to Earth and did not yet see the human population as able to pose a serious threat?

Either way, Onslaught wanted to investigate who was responsible for the signal. It paid to keep tabs on which Cybertronians were hanging around on Earth.

Finding a towering Megatron staring down at him made Onslaught transform to get a better look at it. He keeps expecting to blink and see something else in its place, something that makes more sense to be here. Instead, he notices a flash of green and purple beyond the statue.

Despite having taken on an Earth vehicle altmode, the colors paired with the boom on their back leave only one option for who it is: Hook.

There’s a drawn out moment of silence while Onslaught attempts to decipher the scene before him. Any idea about not engaging and simply turning around to leave, however, is tossed aside when Hook finally notices him. It’s clear the Constructicon is equally surprised by his presence, try as he might to mask it.

Hook turns out to be the one to break the silence. “Onslaught,” he greets, his tone clipped and to the point. “I did not know you were on Earth.”

As the crane stares at him, Onslaught crosses his arms. And hopes that Hook does not point out his missing insignia. With any luck, he was too surprised to even notice its absence before Onslaught blocked his view of the spot it used to be. "My team and I made our own way here. I did not expect to see... this —” he nods to the Megatron statue, just in case Hook couldn't figure out what he was referring to, "— out in the middle of seemingly nowhere on Earth."

The rigid demeanor of Hook’s quickly turns into annoyance as he grumbles in a low voice. Onslaught can’t catch most of it, but could swear Hook was calling someone a buffoon. Hook then waves a dismissive servo, “There was a fault in the design, as there has been with each of the statues commissioned by Lord Megatron since our arrival to this planet.” The notable bite in his words was unexpected.

As was the explanation itself. Megatron was no engineer; any construction he ordered would not be drafted by his hand. So, logically, the design must have come from the Constructicons, yet it was apparently flawed? Curious. Onslaught almost pushes, but decides to hold back. His priority is to keep this encounter as neutral as possible, and be able to take his leave without fuss.

He ignores the building desire to simply demand answers from Hook. Onslaught prided himself on being able to keep a cool demeanor even in high stress or emotionally charged situations, and he did not wish to lose his composure so easily in front of someone who was effectively an enemy. Especially if Hook was not yet aware of that fact.

Onslaught nods. "Megatron shares some unfortunate similarities to Starscream. I know your team was tasked with building those statues in his image as well."

The mere mention of Starscream almost causes Hook’s composure to snap, if the sudden tensing of his jaw is anything to go by. His sharp gaze turns to inspect Onslaught. Instead of commenting further on Starscream, he simply stares in silence before giving a low hmm. “It is a relief to know a sane combiner team resides on this planet besides my own. Those... wretched Stunticons are idiots. As moronic as their leader is, unfortunately for every sentient being on this planet.” There's a pointed emphasis on the words ‘their leader’, as he turns back to study the statue, rather than Onslaught.

It raises the question of who exactly Hook is referring to: Motormaster or Megatron?

Onslaught gives Hook a sidelong glance. "The Stunticons made it through the exodus in one piece then? Hm." He isn't sure how to feel about that information, but it's useful to know, regardless. "Surprising. Still failing to live up to Megatron's expectations, I assume?"

"Naturally," Hook scoffs in annoyance. "They cannot complete even the simplest of tasks without getting injured, or torquing off one of their fellow Decepticons. I tire of repairing the lot of them simply because they are unable to behave themselves. No amount of lecturing gets through to them, and neither has Megatron accepted they are a lost cause and should be removed from the duty roster. They are a drain on our limited resources."

Onslaught nods along at Hook’s explanation. It's all what he'd expected to hear, what he's heard about them countless times before. Yet now... he can’t deny he feels uneasy at hearing it. Given what his own team had gone through with the loyalty programming, and the fact that the Stunticons had been formed after their attempt to kill Megatron, the idea that the youngest Decepticon gestalt might not be in control of themselves doesn’t feel too far-fetched.  

No time to dwell on it now, though.

Luckily, he’s not given the chance, as Hook directs a question his way. "May I enquire into your team? Are you well? We have not heard from you since the fight on the Ark, and my brothers worried you had been offlined during the battle."

"We nearly did offline. Bruticus crashed back onto Cybertron’s surface from orbit. He was injured enough that he was unable to decombine for several days. It was... unpleasant." And left Bruticus traumatized, but he'd leave that part left unsaid. "Other than that, we have been surviving as best we can. We had been unable to make contact with any Decepticons since reaching Earth. Until now, it seems."

As soon as Onslaught mentions the extent of the injuries Bruticus had sustained, Hook’s gaze snaps back to him. It almost looks like concern as the Constructicon is clearly looking over his frame and asks, "Did you receive the proper repairs after Bruticus would not decombine?"

Both the concern and the inquiry are unexpected, especially since the incident had occurred years ago at this point. The anger Onslaught feels in response is also unexpected. It boils up so quickly, it almost threatens to take him over entirely. He lets out a slow vent of air in an effort to tamp it down. Hook certainly isn’t making it easy to keep up this forced casualness.

"There were no medics in the vicinity, and we needed to follow after the rest of you as soon as we were able. We took care of our injuries in the aftermath as best we could." He's sure Hook won't find that a satisfactory answer, but what else could they have done at the time?

When Hook turns fully towards him and moves to cross the unspoken divide between them, Onslaught tenses. His arms drop to his sides to allow himself more range of movement, should Hook try anything. 

The Constructicon in question steps right up to him, huffing in annoyance as he straightens to his full height to stare down at Onslaught. "Considering the relative incompetence of your team's medical skills, I would recommend you allow me to examine you for any persisting injuries or internal issues that Bruticus' injuries could have caused. It is ill-advised to not seek medical attention after your combiner is injured." There’s a pause while Hook mutters under his breath. Then he has the audacity to prod Onslaught in the chest plate. "As your former Chief Medical Officer, I give this recommendation strongly. For the benefit of your entire team and Bruticus."

Fortunately, Onslaught isn't one to buckle under a stare down, not even one from a displeased medic. If anything, it only proves to fan the flames of his anger. This time he doesn't try to push it down. If Hook can see it? Can feel it? Good.

He meets and matches Hook's gaze. "I would suggest you keep your distance." Onslaught's tone is low. The warning is clear: keep your hands to yourself. "We have since been looked over by medical professionals. And do you know what they found?" Onslaught waits only a beat before barreling on, his voice rising in anger, "Do you? Did you know what was done to us?!"

There’s a flicker of something across Hook’s face - confusion, perhaps? - before he schools his expression. His tone when he replies can only be described as haughty, "Do so ever enlighten me, Onslaught. Clearly, I am missing some important datapoint that you presume I have prior knowledge about."

Onslaught roars and reels one arm back, then surges forward to deliver a swift punch to Hook’s abdomen. All the anger, all the hurt, it's reaching a boiling point and it wants out. 

Bruticus doesn't just get his rage from Brawl. 

"Loyalty programming," he spits out as Hook stumbles a few steps back and hunches over.

Hook has enough self-preservation instincts to raise his servos in a placating gesture. “I have no idea what you're talking about. I never came across any mention of loyalty programming in your medical records, nor found such a thing during scans.” 

The gesture turns out to not do Hook much good; if there's one thing Onslaught hates, it's being lied to directly to his face. He knows there are old medical records that reference something being installed, he's seen them with his own optics. Were he not so blinded by rage, he could come to the logical conclusion that records of any sort could be redacted or kept out of the hands of lower ranking bots. If Megatron had ordered the loyalty programming to be kept secret, and Hook hadn't been involved with its installation, it very easily could've been hidden from Hook despite him being their medic. 

But right now, Onslaught isn't thinking very logically. He grabs Hook and hefts the crane up off the ground with little resistance. “Do not lie to me," he warns, before throwing Hook into the statue of Megatron. 

There’s a clang of metal against metal as Hook makes contact, then a thud when he crumples to the ground. Onslaught doesn't advance on him yet as he groans, allowing Hook to gain his bearings as he tries to get himself sitting upright. Instead, Onslaught speaks, "After the Detention Center, after millions of years of torture, there was no mercy. No forgiveness. No second chance. Megatron had us installed with loyalty programming to make us serve him against our will." It spills out of him of its own accord. "Everything has been a lie."

Hook slowly heaves himself back to his pedes, leaning on the statue for support while doing so. When he looks up at Onslaught again, it’s through a cracked visor. "Onslaught," Hook rasps, "I am not lying. I do not disbelieve you, but I have no recollection of any loyalty coding documented anywhere for your team. You... why do you think I would know about this programming?" There’s a pause as Hook seems to put the pieces together. "Are you implying that I engineered this loyalty coding? That I installed it?"

"You said it yourself, you were our Chief Medical Officer. There are only so many individuals who could have been involved in the creation and installation of that programming." Onslaught stalks forward. "You are among them."

So far Hook has been staunchly holding the position that he had no idea about the loyalty coding. But that response was expected. Who would confess to that sort of crime when one of the victims survivors was threatening you? Of course he's claiming ignorance. 

"You know gestalts. You know us. It is not that far a leap to assume Megatron would turn to you for help in— in leashing us." Would a confession make Onslaught feel better? Not really. But there could be some closure. Some assurance in knowing how it all went down. The existence of the coding may have come to light, but there were still so many unknowns.

Yet Hook bristles with anger, as though offended by the accusation. "Megatron did not approach me for anything in regards to your team, aside from ensuring your frames adjusted to the replacement of your sparks and processors properly. I was not privy to any knowledge beyond that. I did not leash you or your team. 

"The only time I have seen traces of loyalty coding was when I did an unauthorized scan of Wildrider after he complained of hearing voices and talking to another personality. I know gestalt, but I would never lower myself to forcing loyalty coding onto one of our own kind."

That makes Onslaught freeze in place, save only for his plating that continues shifting and flaring. Wildrider had signs of loyalty programming? That likely meant the rest of the Stunticons... 

It was a possibility that the Combaticons had all landed on post-removal of the programming. That they weren't the first to have suffered that fate; perhaps not even the first combiner. And now confirmation of those suspicions was being thrown at him by Hook. 

He could be a difficult bot at the best of times, but Hook held fast to his convictions, for better or worse. Onslaught does believe that he wouldn’t have willingly helped Megatron. Of course, reality relies solely on whether or not Megatron would have thought it worth the effort to try and force Hook's compliance. With bots like Soundwave and Shockwave ready and willing to follow his command, perhaps he hadn't.

Onslaught's servos ball into fists. But after a few moments, they relax open again. Despite the rage he's still feeling, he doesn't actually want to continue escalating things. Nor does he want to continue baring his spark and emotions to someone who still has ties to Megatron. He levels a glare at Hook. "Do not follow me. Any attempt will be taken as a threat, and I will respond accordingly."

Then, without another word, Onslaught transforms and drives off. He has much to think about. Much to discuss with his team.

[in1-nutshell]

I lied, I don't want Megatron's confession constantly getting interrupted. I want them to kiss, I wanna see Megatron being a simp for his small spider wife.

bonus

Optimus - Thank you for putting aside our differences and meeting me here. And I'd like it to be known that right now, I am not speaking to you as autobot to decepticon but as mech to mech. With that being said, I will find a way to kill you if you hurt buddy

SHOVEL TALK PLS

another thing to tag on, Im sorry I only got ideas after requests are closed, i hope when you see this you have a nice day and drink water.

Will we finally get the confession? Yes? No? You'll have to find out.

I had other request similar to this one so this will have some of their elements too.

Better context, read the last Elita One's twin sister post

Hope you enjoy!

Elita One's twin sister and Megatron confessions?

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Cybertronain (techno organic) reader

TFA

All Decepticon projects had halted when Buddy disappeared through that portal.

Not that anyone would object to it anyways.

Everyone was worried about where Buddy would end up.

Blitzwing’s personalities all agreed to work together to find her, causing a near cohesive flow.

Near, the faces would sometimes have a fit over little details in the search.

Starscream halted all his plans to overthrow Megatron until Buddy was found.

Lugnut messaged Strika to keep an optic out on the space bridges they were thinking about taking in case Buddy was around.

Shockwave was also notified about Buddy sudden disappearance.

Megatron was by far the most worried in the group.

He could still see Buddy trying to reach for his servo.

After 3 days of searching Megatron knew what he had to do.

He didn’t like it, but Buddy’s life potentially at risk and time was at the essence now.

The entire Decepticon group had flown to the city and landed in the center of the park.

There was no way he was going to message the smaller Prime, but at least showing up would do something to alert the Autobots.

Within no time most of the Autobots had shown up at the park.

Megatron walking towards Optimus.

Optimus walks to him.

They meet in the middle.

“Megatron.”--Optimus

“Prime. I have news.”--Megatron

Optimus doesn’t like the look Megatron is giving him.

They look frightened.

What could possibly…

“Megatron, where’s Buddy?”--Optimus

Megatron looks down a bit and clenches his servo.

“A portal opened inside the base. We were—I was unable to stop her from getting sucked inside.”--Megatron

Optimus and the Team’s optics go wide.

“How? When?”--Optimus

“Three days ago. We have not found a trace of Buddy.”--Megatron

“Do you think that she may have been kidnapped again?”--Optimus

“Not likely. There would have been traces of…”--Megatron

Optimus clenches his axe.

“How can we help?”--Optimus

“Firstly, a truce needs to be—”--Megatron

Optimus shakes his servo with Megatron.

“All right, next?”--Optimus

Optimus managed his team to start looking for Buddy.

Prowl and Bulkhead went to Dinobot Island to see if Buddy was around.

They came across Dinobot’s there.

They were worried that Buddy hadn’t shown up either.

Grimlock managed to organize the Dinobots to help with the search.

Ratchet, Bumblebee and Sari searched more in the city for Buddy.

Optimus managed to get in contact with Elita and tell her what was going on.

She nearly turned the entire ship around hearing that.

“Elita you can’t come back to Earth without the right jurisdiction.”--Optimus

“Optimus, Buddy is in trouble. My twin needs my help.”--Elita

“I’m with Prime on this one Elita.”--Sentinel

“What?”--Elita

“What?”--Optimus

“We have orders to get back to Cybertron and that’s what they expect. They don’t know Buddy is still alive. Ultra Magnus still doesn’t know. It’s going to give us and Buddy more trouble if we go back.”--Sentinel

“…Fine.”--Elita

“We’ll keep an optic out on our end Optimus.”--Sentinel

“Thank you, both of you.”--Optimus

“Optimus, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you know.”--Jazz

“Megatron told me.”--Optimus

“…Come again.”--Jazz

“He told us he needed help finding Buddy. She’s been gone for three days.”--Optimus

“Three days?!”--Elita

“How do you know this isn’t a trap? How do you know that Megatron isn’t lying?”--Sentinel

“Trust me, he wouldn’t be lying about Buddy.”--Optimus

“How—”--Sentinel

“Trust me on this.”--Optimus

“…I hope you’re right.”--Elita

A few days later…

Megatron is flying around early in the morning when he sees that same blasted portal open in the middle of the sky.

Something shoots out of it and the portal closes.

He looks closer at the thing and nearly has a spark attack.

It was Buddy.

“WHY CAN’T I HAVE A SAFE LANDING?!”--Buddy

Megatron dives down and grabs Buddy’s waist slowing her descent and flies upwards.

Buddy has her optics shut closed preparing for the worst.

“Buddy?”--Megatron

Buddy opens her optics and sees the shocked optics of Megatron.

Her Megatron.

“Megatron?”--Buddy

Megatron just pulls her in a tight hug.

Buddy does her best to hug back.

“I…I thought…”--Megatron

“Megatron, even after all this time, you still doubt me?”--Buddy

Megatron gives her a slightly unamused look.

“You know what I mean.”—Megatron

Buddy giggles a bit.

“I do, but sometimes it too easy with you.”--Buddy

“Too easy?”--Megatron

“Yes, like this.”--Buddy

Buddy cups both her servos on Megatron’s faceplate.

Megatron’s optics grow slightly but close them when she starts gently stroking her digit on his face.

“Is this fine?”--Buddy

Megatron just nods.

“I missed you.”--Buddy

“As did I.”--Megatron

Megatron looks at Buddy’s optics longingly.

“I love you.”--Megatron

Megatron’s optics go wide as the three words slipped out of his mouth.

Buddy’s optics went wide but then a happy smile graces her face as she pressed her helm against his.

He leans in too.

“It’s a good thing I feel the same way too then.”--Buddy

“Feel what?”--Megatron

“Love. I love you Megatron. I love you so.”--Buddy

Megatron lets a smile loose and closes his optics focusing on the moment with Buddy’s helm still resting on his.

They both come back to the park after Megatron let everyone know that she was okay.

The Decepticon’s want to high tail it to the park, but Megatron tells them to get back to the base.

Begrudgingly they agree.

Optimus is the first one to arrive at the park and tackles Buddy down.

Optimus locking Buddy in a tight hug on the ground.

“Don’t you ever do that again! Do you hear me!?”--Optimus

Buddy just chuckles and hugs him back.

Optimus helps Buddy get off from the floor.

Budy moves her way back to Megatron’s side and takes his servo in hers.

Optimus gives Buddy a look before getting the message.

Optimus turns to Megatron flashing the axe in his servo.

“I thank you for putting the war aside for Buddy, I do. And right now, still has nothing to do with the war, but as mech to mech.”--Optimus

Optimus gives him his best death glare.

“If you ever hurt her in anyway, shape, form, and I find out… You’re going to have to deal with me. And you wont like the ways I deal with things angrily; you can ask Buddy that.”--Optimus

Buddy having flashbacks to Optimus fighting a whole group of cadets because they hurt her.

She had tried to get Elita and Sentinel to get him to stop, but in the end the two joined in.

Megatron looks at the Prime for a moment before taking out his other servo.

“You have my word, Optimus Prime. For what ever its worth to you.”--Megatron

Optimus shakes it before giving Buddy one last hug.

Prime transforms and gets back to the plant to call off the search party.

After getting buried in more hugs and light scoldings, there is a mini celebration at the base for finding Buddy.

Buddy had to make many calls during the party to make sure everyone knew she was okay.

“I see the Spider survived.”--Strika

“Yes, I did Strika. I’m home.”--Buddy

“I must ask what happened though. Megatron had most of the projects stopped to go look for you.”--Strika

Buddy blushes a bit at the comment.

“Well, that’s a story for the next time you come over.”--Buddy

“I see, but one last question.”--Strika

“Yes?”--Buddy

Strika points to Buddy’s servo that is off screen.

Buddy lifts it up a bit showing Megatron’s servo carefully intertwined with hers still.

Strika’s optics go wide.

Buddy smiles sweetly.

“Hmm…I believe I’ll have to make my visit sooner then.”--Strika

“Okay then! Bye Strika!”--Buddy

Strika cuts the video call.

Megatron squeezes her servo a bit.

Buddy smiles and squeezes back.

SLAM!

Megatron and Buddy jump at the sound.

Megatron pulls Buddy closer still holding her servo.

“Lord Megatron we have the—”--Lugnut

Lugnut zeroes in on the servos.

“Oh… My…”--Lugnut

“Umm, Lugnut? Are you—”--Buddy

“ITS HAPPENING! ITS HAPPENING!”--Lugnut

“What?”--Megatron

Starscream and Blitzwing come running in and spot Megatron’s servo in Buddy’s.

Blitzwing throws his servos in the air with utter joy and relief.

“Finally! It’s over now!”--Blitzwing

“What’s over now?”--Buddy

“The endless pinning! You two have been pinning over each other for years and finally, FINALLY got together!”--Starscream

Buddy hides half of her face with her other servo.

Megatron feels embarrassed but knows that he can’t really punish them for this.

It was torture for him too.

Megatron drags Buddy away from the cheering mechs.

“Have fun you two!”--Starscream

Megatron stops and gets ready to go back and punch Starscream.

“Megatron no.”--Buddy

Megatron follows Buddy as if nothing happened.