#wheelscream?

[blue-phones]

Just kiss already god damn

[duvet-detectives]

Ssshhhhh I am a very big enjoyer of StarJack AND an enjoyer of softer sex SO

Starscream and Wheeljack have interfaced several times but it’s always either been Starscream ridding or spiking- he won’t let Wheeljack take control. Not yet. He’s got issues ok. And it’s not that he’s worried Wheeljack of all mechs will do anything, it’s just that nagging fear of giving up control. So they’ve stuck with Star being in control and Wheeljack is perfectly content with that.

Until one day, Stars so fucking tired but also needs to ground out charge and quick. He’s charged to hell and back but to physically tired to actually do anything and it’s a conundrum he can’t figure out how to fix. And Wheeljack is like. I can eat you out if you want. And one part of Star is like, no that’s a lot of trust to put into a mech. But the other parts like. It’s Wheeljack! If my valve explodes than maybe this charge will disappear.

And so Wheeljack very very carefully eats Star out to the point it’s like being teased.

And then they cuddle and fuck like rabbits in the morning BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT

[clericalkobold]

@tformers-secret-santa gift for @driftingstarryskies!

I basically ignored canon timelines and probably took a few liberties with characterization as well, but we do what we have to do, right? Hope you like this!

Of all the places Drift expected to find himself after being exiled from the Lost Light, a party hosted by Starscream (Lord Starscream, and wow, wasn't that a strange concept?) to celebrate a new planetary holiday wasn't on the list. And yet here they were.

So here he was, standing in a corner in an extravagantly decorated ballroom, watching his courtmate enjoy the festivities. Stopping on Cybertron had been Ratchet's idea, and Drift didn't regret agreeing. The medic's joyful reunion with his Amica had been more than enough reason to stick out any amount of tension with Starscream. Speaking of whom...

"You always were a wallflower." In his new frame, Starscream didn't loom over Drift quite so much. Drift didn't think that made him any less dangerous, but if Wheeljack's trust was good enough for Ratchet, it was good enough for him. "I would have thought Rodimus' influence would change that," the Seeker continued.

Drift's plating clamped down at the mention of his best friend. "I didn't want to distract Ratchet from this," he finally replied, if a bit stiffly, jerking his chin at the Amica pair chatting by the refreshment counter.

Starscream's posture relaxed the slightest amount. "Neither did I," he murmured, uncrossing his arms and crossing them again.

Drift gave him a searching look. "So," he said, "you and Wheeljack, huh?" He wasn't sure what surprised him more: the lack of death threats or the hint of a smile that passed over Starscream's face. "How long has that been going on?" he probed farther.

"A while."

"Really."

The faint smile became a smirk at Drift's dry tone. "About a year."

Huh. "It's going well, then?"

"Does that come as a shock?"

"A little."

Starscream barely bristled, but it was there in his EM field. Drift fumbled to smooth it over.

"I wouldn't have expected myself to get this far, either."

A disdainful huff signaled their conversation's return to normalcy. "And with the fearsome head of the Autobot medical division, no less."

Drift grinned. "Oh, so now you're turning this on me?"

"You must admit it's an unexpected coupling."

"That's the understatement of the day. We've only been together a week or so."

A serving drone stopped next to them in its path around the room. Starscream selected a flute of engex from its tray.

THANK YOU FOR *CHOOSING* SWINDLE'S CATERING SERVICE, the drone's screen flashed at them with a smiley emoticon before it zoomed off.

Drift waved after it. "What's with this "Chosen One Day" thing, anyway?"

The Seeker waved his hand airily. "Just a little thing I established last year. 'A day to express love toward each other,' that sort of drivel. It helps to keep the peace, I suppose."

"And you've been courting Wheeljack about a year?"

That smirk returned at full force. "What is this, an interrogation?"

Drift crossed his arms, prepared to wait Starscream out. "Just a friendly conversation. Surely Wheeljack's taught you about those by now."

"It was my impression that two mechs ought to be friends in order to call anything between them 'friendly.'"

Sporting a smirk of his own now, Drift gestured to their courtmates. The Amica Endurae had sat down at a table opposite Ironhide, where Ratchet was challenging the head of the CSF to arm-wrestling. Wheeljack had a datapad out and was taking bets from the nearest partygoers. "I think we can at least upgrade to acquaintances, being attached to a friendship like that. Call it relationship preservation."

Starscream actually laughed. Drift had never heard the former Air Commander laugh like that, in a short, soft sound without the harsh snicker of mockery. It was nice.

The Seeker took a sip of his engex before speaking. "To answer your—implied—question, yes, creating this holiday did have a role in starting our courtship."

Drift blinked. Starscream averted his gaze and continued.

"I haven't told many people this besides Wheeljack, but 'Chosen One Day' was meant to celebrate the titular 'Chosen One,' not the loved ones of individual citizens. Of course, I couldn't very well say that after the media flubbed my press release. And it was such a hit with the populace, my approval rating actually rose a percentage point." He smiled, a little ruefully. "So while I brooded at home, the whole of Cybertron and most of the colonies threw parties, exchanged gifts, and organized festivities without any input from their government beyond that one speech."

"Tragic," Drift couldn't resist saying.

Starscream snorted. "It certainly felt so at the time." His EM field flared just enough that Drift caught a hint of amusement and something else, something almost fluttery.

"So then what happened?" he asked, because that was a very specific kind of fluttery and because whatever was happening right now, whatever was the root of this openness in Starscream's demeanor, couldn't possibly happen often.

"Wheeljack showed up at my door." Starscream replied. "He brought others, too. Ironhide. Blurr. Rattrap. Others." His voice hitched. "They were so impressed by my moment of 'selflessness' that they'd decided to throw a little party just for me."

Drift tried to resist biting his lip in sympathy as the Seeker rebooted his vocalizer. He knew what that sort of acknowledgement meant to Starscream, at least a little. And finally getting it under false pretenses, well, that he wasn't sure of.

"It was... nice," Starscream said, optics fixated on the glass in his hand. "A little too nice. I slipped away a few hours in, went out on the balcony to clear my head."

"And?" The query escaped his vocalizer without a thought to precede it.

"He came and found me. We talked—to this day I couldn't tell you what it was we talked about, but we talked, and somehow," now he was smiling again, his tone shifting into amusement, "the slagger wheedled me into going on a date a few nights later. Obviously nothing really changed overnight, but Wheeljack has a way of... well, he just has an effect on me."

"A good one," Drift suggested.

Starscream ducked his head. "The best."

Drift was at a loss for what to say next. That kind of honesty, coming from Starscream... wow. He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms.

"You know I was exiled from the Lost Light."

"I had heard something of the sort, yes."

"When the truth got out, Ratchet left them to bring me back."

Starscream set his now-empty flute on the returning drone's tray and picked up a new one. He held it out to Drift. "And yet here you both are."

Drift accepted it, taking a sip before shrugging. "It wasn't as far off course as we would have thought."

He thought back to that conversation on Ratchet's shuttle, when he still hadn't agreed to return and Ratchet was "getting real fragging tired of this slag," when the medic had finally snapped that no, it wasn't about guilt, it wasn't about justice, it was about Drift, it had always been about Drift, and he "slagging well should have gotten on that Primus-forsaken pod" when Drift first left because he— "Because you what?"

—and that kiss and every one after still tingled on Drift's lips, would always linger there along with the memory of Ratchet's reply that didn't come until they were sitting in the cabin the next morning, planning their course back to the Lost Light—

—because he loved Drift, he fragging loved him and he wouldn't ever let that go, would never fail him again, and that statement led to more conversations, some harder than others, until they'd hashed it out as best they could and everything else could wait until they were home.

Drift realized that Starscream was waiting for him to continue. "I wasn't quite ready to go back to the Lost Light," he confessed. "Stopping here was his idea, but that was the reason. And then Wheeljack was here, and seeing them together... It helps. More than I would have thought." It made him miss Rodimus, but that wasn't something he was ready to unpack. Not to Starscream, not to Ratchet, and not to himself. But something in his spark had lightened a little, and he was beginning to miss home in an anticipatory way. "Besides, it's just plain adorable," he added with a nod across the room. The Seeker turned in the direction of their partners again.

They'd missed the end of Ratchet's arm-wrestling challenge, and the pair had returned to the refreshments table. Wheeljack was speaking animatedly to a small gathering of mechs. Ratchet stood next to him, resting an elbow on his shoulder while downing engex from... was that a stein?

"Of course he brought that thing. Ever since Swerve's opened..." Drift's exasperated groan trailed off into a fond chuckle.

A strange expression passed over Starscream's face. His attention remained on the scene across the room, but when he spoke, it was quiet and directed at Drift. "I'm starting the ritus tomorrow."

Drift goggled. "The Conjunx Ritus?"

"Can you think of another I would bring up?" Despite the sarcastic wording, his voice was soft, serious, completely unlike any side of him Drift was used to, even after the day's surprises. "Yes, the Conjunx Ritus."

He tossed back the rest of his engex to stall for time to think of a reply. It backfired when the fizzy liquid accidentally flowed into his ventilation system. He sputtered as highgrade mist shot from his vents.

"Scrap," he wheezed, "sorry, sorry, let me just—" Starscream made a face, beckoning another service drone over, this one with microfiber towels hanging from outstretched arms. He handed one to Drift and took another to wipe off the side of his chassis that had been facing the speedster.

"Could you possibly draw a little more attention to our conversation?" he sighed, but the corners of his mouth seemed unable to stay turned down.

Drift sheepishly handed his glass and towel to the drone. "Um. So, what are you thinking you'll do for your three Acts?"

The Seeker set down his own towel and shooed the drone away. "I'm taking him to the new observatory in the morning. The place hasn't been opened yet, so we'll have it to ourselves." He gave Drift a wry smile. "The first and second Acts are precisely none of your business, but I'm rather proud of the third. I just haven't figured out a way to unveil it while I'm occupied."

"You need a wingmech?" Drift returned the smile. This day was taking all sorts of unexpected turns. "Isn't there anyone else you'd rather have help?"

"You seemed invested enough. I may have let Wheeljack into my confidences, but I wouldn't trust Windblade with anything along these lines. She's got some pretentious ideas when it comes to my personal life. At least you, I know, can follow my instructions rather than interfering with them."

Drift grinned. "Well, I think I do know the value of letting things happen at their own pace." He held out a hand. "I'd be honored to help out any way I can."

Just they shook on it, a familiar hand latched onto Drift's shoulder.

"Mind if I cut in?" his favorite voice purred in his audial.

Drift released Starscream's hand and turned to face Ratchet. "You want to dance?"

His courtmate offered a lopsided smile that set his face on fire. "If you can stand to tear yourself away from your new friend."

Starscream was too busy rolling his eyes to notice Wheeljack sidling up next to him. The engineer snagged one of his hands, and his wings shot up in surprise. Wheeljack captured the other one and tugged him down to touch their forehelms together—then abruptly pulled him out onto the dance floor.

"Doesn't waste any time, that one," Ratchet murmured, slinging his arm around Drift's waist.

Drift snickered. "It's pretty flattering that you can step away from your Amica just to spend time with your courtmate."

"I'm a lucky mech to have both."

"Come on, you sentimental spark, are we going to dance or what?"

As Ratchet let him guide them both out to join their friends (what a weird, if not unpleasant, thought that was to include Starscream in), Drift caught up one of his hands and signed a quick message.

"Thank you."

[cirilee]

another addition to the humanformers cave-in soap opera

here's the megop part

and here the kobd one

[akitaauthority]

TFP If You Ship...

Starscream Edition

Updated: KOSS added, Starcee revised

Starop: you just want Starscream to be happy, you want Optimus to be selfish for fucking ONCE PLEASE. Usually a ship based around character development/un-development and positivity. Also its funny watching Starscream absolutely refuse any of Optimus's advice only to watch him either accidentally take it or use it.

Megastar: you either really hate Starscream, or you really hate Megatron, or you hate them both. You may also just really like the thought of these two being an absolute POWER COUPLE with major issues. This ship is riddled with character development possibilities, and MULTIPLE plot ideas; this ship could go several ways and I'm here for it.

Starwave: shut the fuck up, this can't exist..... it does? Holy fuck- uh well honestly, it seems like y'all just wanna lowkey see Soundwave DO more. Especially in TFP. Take charge and be selfish. This could also be a plot thing, as some have the HC that in TFP Soundwave is a victim of slavecoding. You just wanna be watched over by a lowkey unstoppable force and I’m here for it.

Stardown n'out/ BreakStarOut/ etc.: this ship could have multiple names and I'm upset at the gays for not coming up with something. You probably just want them all to find SOME kind of comfort with each other on the Nemesis, but some of you absolutely wanna see them all Manipulate, Girlboss, and Malewife their way outta shit.

StarShock: you bitch. You pretentious whore. I love you. They fit together really well physically given the fact that Shockwave thick as fuck and Starscream is a literal twig. I can see one-sided pining from either side with this one. Y'all just wanna be chased huh.

Starbee: yall just wanna soil the UwU babu thing Bee has going on, tbh I can live with that. Bee taking charge and being his own leader and Starscream learning to be a little more positive to himself and others. This ship is very similar to StarOp but Bee's getting more than just 'learning to put himself first' out of it which is cute.

Starchet: TWO CRUSTY OLD MEN BAKING ENERGON COOKIES AND COMPLAINING ABOUT THEIR CO-WORKERS. TWO CRUSTY OLD MEN DRINKING HOT ENER-T IN THEIR LITTLE COTTAGE IN THE WOO-

Starjack: I have never seen a more crackhead ass ship. What the fuck was y'all thinking. Pretty sure your answer would be "why the fuck would we think?" This is what happens when you pair that one kid who barked and bit people on the playground with the know it all kid who took up class time kissing the teachers ass. We all hate them with a passion but their relationships been going strong for 20 years and they are highschool sweet hearts. Good for them.

Starscreen: you are horny, in a take care of me I take care of you and we cuddle afterwards but also love me kinda way

*Starcee: you are horny, in a "dominate me mommy" kinda way. BOTH ways. Switch huh? Switch who? Arcee definitely tops most of the time. This ship argues as foreplay. This ship also has the smaller one running things, but both fucking SLAY when it comes down to the deep shit. This ship could be angsty as fuck, but could also be the most therapeutic fucking hurt/comfort thing anyone has ever SEEN.

Starbulk/ Bulkstar/ Bulkscream/ idk the names don’t mesh well: .....holy fuck this is a thing? This is a thing and no one told me?? Hang on...ok so I found like 7 stories on archiveofourown. Y'all are definitely starving I'm so fucking sorry. This is probably one of the only mentions of your ship you will ever find that isn't a porn without plot/some plot fanfiction.

Star.....magnus??/ MagnusStar: ok hear me out I can totally see this being a thing. Both are SiC and....honestly babes BDSM?? All of it. Dominant Stars and body worshipping Magnus??? You don't know WHERE this ship could go. Could be absolutely filthy or an exploration of both their characters given that they are sort of two sides of the same coin.

Shattered Glass Starscream/ literally anyone: tbh you a hoe and I hate you and you probably just want to be loved. You ain't fooling no fuckin' body he is your self insert.

*KOSS: This ship has red bottom energy, a look that screams parada and a mouth that turns words into knives that kills peoples self esteem. This ship uses spinal struts as accessories to go along with its new finish. Honestly these two could be such a power couple but they’re both...pretty fucking scared. Like all the time. I wanna make jokes about this ship but given what happens in the show- bro this ship is just fluff/comfort because the hurt is implied. Ain’t even gotta put it in the tags- anyway the people that ship this as their top ship scare me but I know y’all to hurt to actually do anything. You probably come to this ship to live vicariously through either character or your kinning one of these bitches. I say this as a feminine guy who sees themself in knockout.

//Good morning lovelies, I'm serving you violence wrapped in kindness today. Don’t be afraid to msg me abt spelling/grammar errors, or if you want you can send me a ship to add lol. 

[bionic-stars]

💕Just one quick dance💕

[allsnarker]

Hi! Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to ten of your favorite followers (nonnegotiable) SPREAD POSITIVITY! 💌🥰

im sorry but this is where askbox chains come to die. i love and appreciate my mutuals but yeah. i don't go into folks' askboxes for a reason lol. (mostly anxiety)

1. im a decent writer. there's always room for improvement, but i feel like i communicate what im wanting to the reader pretty well.

2. i take good care of my pet snakes. i always try to do my best for them.

3. i have a lot of creativity, even it's pretty hard to get motivated sometimes

4. im just proud of how far i've made it so far. i finished college. i got a decent job. i have my own house. im excited to see where things are going. and definitely never expected to get here.

5. i make the best ship names y'all can fight me on that

[lorensdoodles]

Starjack Week Day 6: confession!!!

Anyways the reason I didn’t contribute to more days was because I put all of my energy into this!!! And now I’m gonna take a nap for 5000 years

Bonus:

[skybreeze123]

Transformers Tumblr! Please help!!

Years ago, I read a BEAUTIFUL Transformers Prime fanfiction and I'm desperate to read it again...

I remember it was slow burn Starscream/Wheeljack, and had amazing LGBT+ representation! Starscream was a trans woman, and I think maybe Wheeljack realised she was too towards the end of the story? It made 14 year old me so happy and complete! I'm certain it was mentioned Soundwave used they/them pronouns too.

Megatron died, Starscream became Lord of Decepticons, and Wheeljack her consort, and very quickly they put an end to the war with truces and the determination to revive Cybertron!

The fic was really emotional and I cried a lot.

I don't think it was finished (at least when I last read it) and the last few chapters might have introduced the Lost Light crew? I think?

If anyone knows where I can find it please let me know! I've hunted high and low on AO3 and think it's been deleted... But it would mean the world to me if I could find it, read it again, share it with my friends who've gotten into Transformers lately, and tell the author how much their work means to me!!

UPDATE!

I found it!!! Thank Primus for the Wayback Machine!

It was called Apostate!

God I loved this fic!!!!

Sadly, I can't read it, because the wayback machine only has a snapshot of the search results, not the fic itself... And the author has deleted it since...

Mark my words I will find a way to read this fic again one day!

[timelessmulder]

barber rly teased some choice m/m and then never delivered huh

[villaincock]

what started as a doodle became a kind of... starscream/wheeljack confession?? idk 

oh and theyre human bc this bitch still cant draw robots very well :P

[blue-phones]

Mmmhmmmm

StarJack but it’s where no one seems to notice they’re dating.

Wheeljack practically lives in Stars hab these days, coming over after work and not leaving till the morning. They share lunch and stuff together. Starscreams breaks are spent in Wheeljacks labs these day. They’re seen in public together. They go on dates. Wheeljack has held Stars hand in public before.So on so ya know

And just. No one puts the pieces together because they’re a rather strange duo and just refuse to get the hint

Prowl is the exception. He knows. Doesn’t like it, but, Starscream is less likely to be an evil lil worm if he’s to busy fawning over his boyfriend so ya know

[writingpteropod]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Starscream/Wheeljack Characters: Starscream, Wheeljack, Superion Additional Tags: Fluff, First touches, Post-Dark Cybertron, Pre-Relationship Summary:

The former second in command of the Decepticons, trying to cheer someone up with a hug? Wheeljack wouldn’t believe it if it wasn’t happening to him.

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Hey everyone! Remember that Starjack I posted a while back? I finally got around to editing it and posting it to AO3.

[starscreamwastaken]

Look, any ship name involving the second half of Starscream’s name is going to be hilarious. Bumblescream. Wheelscream. Megascream. etc. 

They’re all funny, please feel free to add more Screams. 

[avaeeart-archive]

dialogue is up to one’s own imagination

gift for @starscreamwastaken  because their work inspires me to draw so much wheelscream starjack

[unfriendlyghostking]

tbh starjack is much nicer than wheelscream, I'll be using starjack from now on

ive absorbed all the starjack content i can get my gay little hands on which means i must make my own