#Jet Screamer

[chaptertwo-thepacnw]

a date with jet screamer |2024|

[abra-ca-deadbra]

Was watching The Jetsons earlier and now I fully think there should he a Jet Screamer Elvis.

[estherjetson77]

Oh, Jet my idol 🥰

[woah-its-al]

He wasn't a soilder, and you made him one.

He was a Scholar. An explorer.

[swtechspecs]

Aratech Repulsor Company "Screamer" Jumper Jet Pack

Source: Cracken's Rebel Field Guide (West End Games, 1991)

[muletia]

hihi cockpit starscream anon risen from the dead because of your little drabble about screamer being a creamer B)

i love love LOVE the idea of star thinking he's the one in charge in the beginnings of the relationship (or whatever freaky stuff reader and star got goin on) but once he gets a taste of true affection, he buckles in the knees and is begging to be nothing but yours

whether it be as a valve-sleeve for you to use, a pet to obey your every command, or a fighter jet you use to get to the grocery store in 2 minutes tops. as much as he complains and denys-denys-denys ever willingly submitting to anyone, he is there at your beck and call and he wouldnt have it any other way <3

JUST WHEN I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOUR COCKPIT STARSCREAM IDEAS (honestly I think about them nearly every day because they’re PEAK). A very warm welcome! And YES!!!!

Starscream who thinks he can easily manipulate you because you’re just a weak, pathetic human. What could possibly be difficult about that? He might even go out of his way to act extra pitiful, telling you all about how tragic his life is, how no one understands him, how he’s constantly humiliated and mistreated.

So you give him attention and the gentlest affection, and suddenly Starscream realizes that you might be the one manipulating him, because now he’s ready to beg for even the lightest brush of your fingers just to get a scrap of your attention.

He’ll still swear up and down that he’s the one holding the leash, that he’s the one who manipulated you, and that you’re the pathetic one in this weird, freaky relationship but all it takes is asking: “Who’s a good kitty, huh? Who is?” and he’s already begging you to say that he is the good kitty. He might even let out a meow if you ask nicely lmao

Still, he’s intensely possessive and jealous, and fiercely protective of his image in the optics of others. If someone accidentally found out he was your pet, they’d end up with clawed out optics and a ripped out spark.

Starscream trusts you and knows you won’t judge him, so only you get to experience just how far he’s willing to go for a single word of praise

[radioactiverats]

Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (7/?)

Initiation! First time engex with Skywarp <3 Starscream is decidedly not pleased.

Double whammy post bc I need some crack after the last one.

Hammering on the door of Starscream's habsuite is the last thing you'd expect when winding down for recharge. Earlier, Starscream had comm'd you with curt instructions not to wait up because he would be working late - you had no idea who would be here at such a late hour unless it was something urgent.

The door slides open with a grand whoosh to reveal Skywarp, smirking as he leans against the doorframe. It's been a while since you last saw him and Thundercracker, and it's nice to see him again despite the unexpected nature of his visit. He's probably not here for you, though.

"Hi," You greet. "Starscream's not here." Oddly enough, the smirk on his faceplate only widens.

"Exactly," Skywarp drawls. "Wanna go out?"

Out? At this hour?

More importantly, would Starscream allow it?

"I'm not sure I should," You begin, the incident with Ratchet still fresh in your mind, but Skywarp waves your concerns away with a flippant servo.

"Don't get your processor in a twist, kid. Screamer already gave us the A-OK."

You find this slightly dubious, but you don't think Skywarp would outright lie to his trine leader like that, so Starscream must have approved something. In spite of Skywarp's mischievous nature, you do trust Starscream's trine, so you shrug and slide off the berth to follow him. Skywarp makes no attempt to hide his satisfaction.

"It's a bit of flying to get there," he says airily. "Little place off-planet. But that makes it all the more fun, huh? When's the last time you got off this dirtball?"

It's true, you suppose. It really has been a while. You're not high-ranking enough to accompany the officers on off-planet missions, and the war is now firmly situated on Earth, after all.

"Are we even allowed?" You hedge.

"Pfft," Skywarp casually waves your concerns off with a servo. "We'll probably see half the ship there."

He pauses for a second before adding: "We'll probably see Autobots there, too. Just giving you a heads up - Swerve's is kind of a neutral ground, so no storming in with guns blazing, 'kay?"

You know he's joking around - you generally don't do any storming, and your weapons at most are a wheezing ember rather than a blaze, but his carefree attitude about running into The Enemy gives you food for thought. You'd never really aligned yourself with the Decepticon cause, and that run-in with Ratchet and Bumblebee had only strengthened your convictions that war was stupid, but you hadn't expected others to be so open about it.

Quick as lightning, Skywarp transforms, a streak of purple blitzing into the sky, and you quickly follow. Breaking the barrier into zero-gravity is exhilarating - without gravity weighing your frame down, your speed practically doubles. The Terran planet falls further and further behind as stars, twinkling like diamonds, wink in the darkness of space before you.

"This way," Skywarp's voice crackles into your comms, and you jet after him. This airspace is unclaimed - close enough to the Terrans' planet that no race had staked a claim on it, nor bothered to legislate use of it - yet far enough that the Terrans' space technology was still too undeveloped to reach it within the time of one lifespan.

Eventually, Skywarp leads you to a little square block of a building planted firmly on a rock you could really only term space debris. Energon still thrumming in your veins as you land, you feel absolutely invincible. Zero gravity flight really was something else. Skywarp lands next to you and, laughing, slings an arm around your shoulders. "Not bad," He teases. "You kept up pretty well. Looks like Screamer's actually been pulling his weight - I don't have to worry about losing you in outer space, after all."

He hustles you through the door and immediately, raucous chatter and uproarious laughter fill your audials. Decepticon insignias mingle with Autobot ones in a sea of vibrant paints, gleaming as they catch the neon light of the bar's interior. Much like the building itself, the bot behind the bar is square and stocky, broad grin on his faceplate as he cheerfully polishes a square glass.

He turns his equally polished visor on the two of you, grin widening as Skywarp swaggers up to carelessly plunk his elbow on the bartop.

"Look what the turbofox dragged in," The bot - Swerve, you assumed - joked. "I was starting to think that Megatron had finally gotten sick of you."

Skywarp smirked. "What, been missing little old me?"

"I'd be nothing without my highest-paying customer," Swerve threw back, and both of them roared with laughter. You were still soaking in the atmosphere of the bar, far from refined but cozy and harmonious - something you weren't used to - when Swerve finally noticed you.

"You sure this one's legal?"

"As legal as your bar is."

"Oi! I'll have you know this is a licensed establishment."

"There's your answer."

Skywarp winks at you, laughing as Swerve rolls his optics and turns away to make your drinks.

"Swerve's a good guy," Skywarp says, patting the barstool next to him. You settle yourself on the stool as he continues talking. "The place is his. No guns, no swords, no briefcases."

"It's nice," You say softly, and Skywarp glances at you, clearly having picked up on the real meaning of your words.

"Sure is," He finally says. "Tell you what. Say the word, and I'll bring you here anytime you want."

He laughs when you turn your shining optics on him, making zero effort to hide your hopefulness. "Yeah, I know, I'm the best. No need to thank me, kid."

Swerve reappears to plunk two cubes of fizzy pink liquid in front of you.

You blink at it for a nanoklik. It's unlike anything you've ever seen - the energon you're accustomed to is blue, and this liquid bubbles in a way you've never seen before. You lean closer to take in its scent, and Skywarp cackles as a bubble pops irreverently in your faceplate.

"Cheers," He grins, and promptly downs his in one swallow while you watch in a mixture of horror and fascination.

You glance at Skywarp uncertainly.

"...Do I have to do that too?"

"Yes," Skywarp says, with an air of exaggerated gravity, but the look on your faceplate must have been utterly hilarious because he breaks more or less immediately. "No, no. Of course not," He wheezes, as you slump on the barstool in poorly disguised relief. "Take your time. Tiny sips."

You cautiously lift the cube to your intake. The sharpness of it immediately assaults your senses, and you sputter a bit as it burns all the way down. Mindful of your wings, Skywarp thumps you on the back to clear your pipes. "Engex," He chuckles. "Takes a bit of getting used to. But give it another try, yeah? Dunno if you can pick up a bit of smoothness towards the end..."

You're more prepared for the second sip, allowing the liquid to settle over your glossa for a nanoklik. Not viscous, but thick and rich in the way high-grade jet fuel is - it summons a memory to the forefront of your processor. Near the end of every stellar cycle at the Academy, cadets would be given a small allowance of high-grade jet fuel as a reward. Even before the war, high-grade was a rarity - you'd been lucky enough to try it once before it pretty much became a thing of the past. This time, the heat of the engex melds pleasantly with the warmth in your chassis.

Skywarp watches the change taking place on your faceplate with smug satisfaction. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Excellent. I'll have myself a real drinking buddy in no time, unlike those party poopers back on base. Hey, Swerve!"

Skywarp's tolerance really is sky-high, you note. You watch him knock back an objectively impressive amount of engex as you slowly nurse your cube. Before you know it, he's unsteady on his pedes and evidently, while under the influence, really, really sociable.

"'m gonna go say hi to a few bots," He cheerfully informs you. "Be right back. Don't go anywhere, 'kay?"

Before you can answer, he's already off, loudly greeting a group of bots who react with equal enthusiasm when they see him. Swerve sighs, shaking his helm, but it's fond.

"You'll be here a while," He tells you. "Take it easy."

For a while, you feel great. Amazing, even. Your frame feels light, your processor clear without the fog of anxiety to cloud it, and you even make some small talk with bots waiting for their drinks. If only you were this confident all the time. Wouldn't that be great?

Unfortunately, allowing your thoughts to stray in the direction of hypotheticals was probably not the best thing to do. You're nowhere near purging, but some long-buried emotions begin to rear their ugly heads when your cube is half empty. What could have been, what hadn't been - and even though you and Starscream had ironed out your little incident about missing training, you still felt guilty about it. You're grateful that Swerve makes a point to come and check in with you every so often, because you spend the next half of your cube fluctuating wildly between immense guilt and wishing Starscream was here so you could direct all your newfound confidence into telling him just how much you looked up to him.

Cube empty, you plunk your heavy helm onto the bartop with a clang. "Oof," Comes Swerve's concerned voice. "You alright there?"

Before you can respond, you suddenly become aware of an unsettled silence that befalls the bar behind you.

"What's Starscream doing here?" A bot whispers. You furrow your brow as you pick up on the unease in the room. The Starscream you knew could be scary, sure, but was there something warranting that level of dread which you didn't know about? Secondly, Starscream, here? You clumsily peel your faceplate off the bartop to look. Sure enough, even as bots uneasily resume their chatter, your commander's frame easily stands out from the rest. There's a scowl on his faceplate as he scans the crowd, snarling as a reveller accidentally bumps into him. While others shrink back, you can't help the silly smile that spreads across your faceplate. You know that scowl - it's been directed at you many times. Starscream is worried.

You barely hesitate before sliding off the barstool, pushing through the crowd to get to him. Your smaller frame is easily hidden by the larger warframes that mill around you, so the naked surprise on Starscream's faceplate when you wrap your arms around his waist is genuine. All at once, the relative return to normalcy in the bar is once again disrupted. You, however, are completely unaware of the atmospheric equivalent of a bucket of ice water being dumped over the room, because you're too busy smooshing your burning faceplate against the cool glass of Starscream's cockpit.

"What the frag," Some bot whispers.

You pay it no mind. Without letting go, you pull back slightly to meet Starscream's gobsmacked expression. "Sir," You say severely, with all the furious determination of a bot who will make themselves heard (even if the furious blue tint of your faceplate robs you quite significantly of your intended decorum). "Have I told you that you're super cool?"

Furious chatter explodes promptly around you, though not without some poorly suppressed snorts of laughter.

"Who is that?"

"...Starscream, super cool?"

"How are they still in one piece?"

"Super cool?"

Starscream looks utterly mortified, servos hovering awkwardly in the air like he has no idea where to put them.

"We're in public, cadet," He hisses. "Pull yourself together."

Yet, he makes no effort to push you away. Just like that, the tense atmosphere in the bar lapses back into one of easy relaxation.

"I talked to them earlier at the bar. Nice kid. Guess Screamer can't be that bad if he's got someone like that looking up to him."

You feel a tremor run through Starscream's rigid frame. His left optic is twitching - he looks utterly torn between interpreting the comment as an insult or a compliment. But soon enough, he seems to realise that shows of power are useless currency in Swerve's bar, and your little show of humanity might actually have elevated him in the eyes of many overnight.

It is at this moment that Skywarp chooses to reappear, supported by an exasperated Thundercracker. He's clearly just purged somewhere out back. "Screamer!"

"I'm going to kill you," Starscream hisses. "I'm going to take you apart, piece by piece. I must have been out of my processor to let you supervise tonight. Look what you've done to my student!"

His threats, of course, are the furthest thing from intimidating considering that you're still clinging stubbornly onto him. Like it's your fault he's so warm, and his presence makes you feel safe.

You blink up at him, all wide and innocent optics. "Are you still mad at me?"

That makes Starscream stop. Did his word really mean that much to you?

"We've been over this," He scolds, even as he's gently wiping engex from your faceplate with his thumb. Starscream carefully tilts your helm this way and that to inspect for any damage - upon finding none, beyond your unfocused optics, he ex-vents and lets go of you. "You've already made up for it with extra training, have you not?"

"Oh," You mumble, decidedly not letting go of him. "Okay."

Burying your faceplate back into his chassis, you feel the steam of his heavy ex-vent before the warmth of his servos settle over your shoulders. He'd rather die than admit it in the middle of a busy bar, but learning that he actually, genuinely, matters to you makes his spark pulse with warmth.

He already knows that there's no way you can fly in this condition and he'll have to tow you back. But just as you'd go to the ends of the earth for him, he would also do the same for you.

"Come on," He murmurs. "Let's go home."

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[drinkysketch]

Do you have more headcanons of you wrecker au?? I need to know what is going on inside that isolated secret lab, what are those 2 gay robots doing??

Omgg well for one I just want to say I’m SO sorry for getting back to you this late! A cocktail of life and a lack of tumblr usage mostly got in the way! But to answer your question I do have a few, for they may not be entirely alone! Remember D.0.C? That little drone assistant Jetfire had in the IDW series? Well I decided to add him into this AU so that our big bot didn’t go completely insane. (Plus it gIves me an excuse for my immature ass to make the occasional Clone High ref) Surprisingly, Screamer is quick to warm up to the little drone as he keeps him company when Jets is away and isn’t afraid to get sassy with his master from time to time.

[thirdwheelingrightalong]

Transformers capcut animation masterpost

Prime called me!!!

Star attacks Predaking’s home life

Look how little I am!

Shopping at Ross

He was talking to me!(Megatron ver.)

He was talking to me!(Optimus ver.)

How Decepticons play

Judgemental Shockwave

Airachnid the comedian

Where he at

Enemy lovers

Orion Pax’s rizz

The Duchess Approves(Jazzprowl)

The Duchess Approves(Doop)

Bsf meeting ✨the one✨

A day aboard the nemesis

Night in the base

The highway man

A car and a jet sell car insurance

The Among Us potion

Same VA

Road trip

Home alone

RELEASE THE PREDACON

Today’s news

How Screamer’s play

I…am Steve

Name oNE TIME—

Starscream the comedian

The wind

[mysterylover123]

Watching G1 Transformers "A Decepticon Raider in King Arthur's Court"

Is this the cutest MegaStar scene in all TF canon?

A STARSCREAM EPISODE!!! YAY FINALLY! Also Ravage Rumble and another jet ooh this should be fun. I wanted more casetticons.

LOL I wonder how they came up with this idea. It's like Mad Libs. A ___(mech) goes to ____(Random locale) for ____(energy source)

I like the Cons hanging with humans for once. And "Nimue"?! Do they not know that she's usually a sorceress femme fatale?!

The Arthurian mythology here is pretty weak its like they just took some random names and terms. Also Spike are you cheating on Carly with a sorceress? WTF man.

Starscream is at his schemiest and brainiest in this ep and I love him. Secret Resident Nerd of the Cons.

I love his bratty little "This is my world to conquer!" whine he's so cute and dopey. And he grabs Nemue lol if this was myth accurate she'd immediately start scheming with him like Vash in that TNG ep

His cute little energy-depleted cough aw I wanna hug him.

DID SCREAMER JUST FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE ENERGON OUT OF BIRD SHIT!? MY RIDICULOUS EVIL GENIUS AT WORK.

Spike gets some karma for cheating on Carly when Nemue dumps him for another guy. Hope Carly told him off big time for that.

And now magic is canon to Transformers. There are no rules.

Ravage saving Rumble is so cute. Soundwave's cute Casette family FTW.

STARSCREAM JUST RAN UP TO MEGSY AND HUGGED HIM SO HARD HE TACKLED HIM TO THE GROUND!? AWWWWW!

And he adds "Aren't you glad to see us?" sounding real hurt aw sorry Screamer his heart's already taken by another red & blue nerd.

Also small note Nimue and her boyfriend make the exact same pose earlier in the episode she tackles him at the same angle.

Anyway might be my vote for Cutest Episode Ever.

[mychlapci]

Little thoughts but I think seekers definelty go for bigger bots, cause bigger the bot means they have a big gestation chamber which means they can hold lots of seeker eggs. Astrotrain getting bred by Skywarp and ending up with a litter of 7. Screamer trying to fuck Skyfire every heat. And Thundercracker is always getting swarmed by other seekers who made it their mission to stuff him with eggs and transfluid.

yessss big bots are best at carrying plenty of seeker eggs. No wonder Starscream kept lurking around Skyfire, a shuttle of his size would be a perfect carrier. Autobot, Decepticon, it doesn't matter when he goes into heat and needs a warm forge to fuck his eggs into.

also god, i love it when Thundercracker is bigger and fatter than the rest of his trine... He's a huge jet, with a big forge to match and all the other seekers can't keep their hands off of him <3

[chubbybitts]

I had a few thoughts for stuff while doing my workshop for work lol listen I'm bored. Skystar first time old screamer fed his stupid shuttle >:3c

Starscream stared intently at his lab partner, red optics narrowing at the white shuttle. Skyfire had been completely locked into his work, not even noticing the seeker staring at him. The shuttle not even reacting to his own tanks as they grumbled every once in a while.

Huffing Starscream gets up and leaves the room, Skyfire still not reacting until Starscream suddenly returns and yanked the shuttle back by his chair. "Ah! Starscre- mph?!"

The shuttle stares wide, opticed as Starscream shoved a handfull of gelled energon into his intake. Starscream scowled at his partner, "Don't fight me. Since clearly you can't even fuel yourself, you giant fool."

Blinking as Starscream shoves more fuel into his intake, Skyfire did finally realize his tank was very empty and starving. He attempted to take the energon himself, but Starscream swats his servo away; scowl deepening. "No! You are going to refuel, and I will do it for you; you can not be trusted to do it yourself!"

Skyfire pouted and again attempted to speak, to try and disagree with his seeker partner only to have more fuel shoved into his intake. Sighing the shuttle submitted to his fate and letting the grumpy jet feed him. Even though Starscream was rough about it, Skyfire did find it kinda enjoyable to be fed by hand.

As Skyfire finally stopped fighting, Starscream looked smug. "Honestly, Skyfire, what would you do without me? Starve, blow yourself up, forget to recharge-"

"Mph... You don't do that last... mm... one either Star."

"Shhhh! It's impolite to speak with your intake full!" Starscream admonished the shuttle, earning a muffled chuckle from the bigger flyer. Knowing until Starscream was appeased, he wouldn't be getting anything else done. Skyfire just offlined his eyes and just kept opening his mouth.

Starscream was familiar with big fuelings as a seeker, given how much they burned flying. Skyfire was seeker-kin, but Starscream swore the shuttle never refueled enough for his frame. He rested his servo on Skyfire's chubby middle, huffing to himself. Didn't the silly shuttle know his kind was meant to be plumper? He was going to freeze himself out one of these days he swore-

A long, pained groan interrupted both Starscream's thoughts and feeding as he blinked back into focus. Skyfire sat bleary opticed in his seat, mouth still hanging open and waiting for fuel. Starscream felt his fans kick on as his servo twitched on Skyfire's tank.

He didn't even realize he had been rubbing around the now swollen belly of the shuttle. It was still soft on the other layer, but under that, he could feel Skyfire's tank grinding and gurgling as it tried its best to digest enough fuel for at least a trine. Skyfire whines softly, and without thinking, Starscream feeds him the last piece of fuel.

With that, Skyfire let out a burp that seemed to rattle the room, Starscream feeling his faceplate burn. He opened his mouth to admonish the shuttle on his manners, only to see Skyfire passed out and groaning softy.

Starscream stared before sighing, settling in to just rubbing Skyfire's mountain of a stuffed tank and shoving whatever feelings he had over seeing the other like this deep down.

He blushes as Skyfire burps in his recharge. Deep, deep, deeeeep down...

[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.

[in1-nutshell]

The second part of the previous post is here!

Megatron finding out the Batmobile Buddy is still active

SFW, Platonic, mention of injury but brief, Romantic, Cybertronain reader

Another Decepticon attack hit Detroit at night.

Buddy and Prowl were set to try and flank some of the air born Cons while the other made sure the civilians were safe and fought on the ground.

The Cons thought that Prowl was being extra fast this time around.

Or even found a cloning machine.

That was until Starscream realized who it was.

Buddy on top of Starscream’s alt mode

“Hey Screamer! Long time no see!”--Buddy

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! SHE’S BACK! SHE’S BACK FROM THE DEAD!”--Starscream

Starscrem tries to fly away but Buddy uses her grappling hook to catch him in the air.

She is now sitting on Starscream moving him in the direction she wants.

“What’s wrong Starscream! Aren’t you happy to see me?!”--Buddy

“GET HER OFF ME! GET HER OFF ME!”--Starscream

Buddy saw Ratchet getting cornered by Blitzwing and drove Starscream into his back.

Blitzwing was about to yell at him when he also noticed the familiar bot. He quickly transformed and flew off with Starscream behind him.

Buddy quickly grabbed Ratchet’s servo trying to lead him away from the fight.

Not before someone rammed into Buddy’s side making her let go of his servo.

She crashed into a nearby building.

Buddy opened her optics to see a giant sword coming towards her.

She quickly moved out of the way to be face to face with Megatron himself.

Buddy quickly dodges most of his attacks.

She could also briefly see his optics.

They were set ablaze.

Buddy narrowly avoiding a punch.

“I thought you had gone down with your ship!”--Megatron

Buddy shoots her tasers at Megatron.

“I live to disappoint others don’t I!”--Buddy

“This time I will personally make sure you are properly offline!”--Megatron

He grabbed Buddy by her throat and flew up high in the clouds.

Buddy managed to kick him straight in the chin making him drop her.

She activated her jet pack (because bat mobile stuff) trying to slow her descent down a bit.

Something hit her back causing her to spin out of control and land harshly in a pile of scrap metal and motor oil.

Buddy knew that there was no way she was going to be able to fight Megatron in her condition now.

So, she did the next best thing.

She lowered her spark intensity and hoped that the scraps and oil would help her blend in.

Her back was killing her and her right pede but she kept quiet and hoped that the others were okay.

That Ratchet was okay.

She hated that she couldn’t do anything, but she knew she wouldn’t be any help right now.

A couple of minutes passed, and her spark began to hurt a bit.

She wasn’t going to be able to keep it low while she had all these injuries for too long.

Someone moved the scrap above her, and she froze.

Instead of gun metal grey.

She saw a familiar green helm poking out.

“Hey guys! I found her! She’s okay…ish.”--Bulkhead

“Hey Bulkhead… how’s everything?”--Buddy

Bulkhead is trying to dig Buddy out.

“The Cons left as soon as you went down. Ratchet really worried about you. Lie he was actually yelling!”--Bulkhead

“Is that so?”--Buddy

“Move it Bulkhead!”--Ratchet

Buddy was enveloped in a soft pink hue floating up.

She was set down and was just lying there on her back trying to ignore the pain as she saw Ratchet’s worried face in her view.

She tried smirking but flinched when the pain shot up again.

Sari came over and put in her key.

In a couple of seconds, Buddy injuries were fixed.

Buddy stood up with Ratchet and Optimus helping her.

Ratchet sighed a bit in relief before put his arm around her as everyone made their way back to the Plant.

Back at the plant Buddy sat on the med slab while Ratchet ran up the checkup.

“Ratchet.”--Buddy

“…”--Ratchet

“Ratchet.”--Buddy

“We both know I’m okay, you can stop with the check-up.”--Buddy

Ratchet looks at her with a stern yet tried look on his face.

She makes some room on the med slab and pats it down for him to sit.

Ratchet sits next to Buddy interweaving her digits with his.

Silence.

“Do you want to talk about it now?”--Buddy

“…No…”--Ratchet

“But we’ll talk about it later, okay?”--Buddy

Ratchet leans his helm on Buddy and just sighs.

Buddy pulls him into a side hug and stays there.

Everything will sort itself out soon enough.

[chaosdemonwrites]

Far Above the World- Skystar

Here it is @njere! Thank you for letting me write a little story! Hope ya like it!

Over one hundred thousand miles above the world, surrounded by the vast spans of space, Starscream could only stare in awe. Watching as the sun slowly rose over the horizon of the world so far below them, wrapped in a blanket of inky black and dotted with sparkling stars. It was a sight he never once thought to witness or care about, especially from where he was, floating far above the surface.

Distracted, Starscream's gaze remained on the beautiful colors, his crimson optics widening slightly at the serenity of it all. He had found peace amongst the stars, no more war, no more bloodshed just him with the stars. Taking the opportunity, Skyfire came to the other's side and admired the softness in his expression, wishing he could see it more often. The usually arrogant and selfish jet was now something softer and tender, the expression on his face being sweet and somewhat innocent.

Gently taking a servo, Skyfire pulled Starscream closer, wrapping an arm around the other as they floated through space. They were forced to be rivals on the ground, fighting until one side reigned victorious over the other, but here, in their little bubble in the sky, they could just be. Leaning over slightly, Skyfire whispered to his star, his low timbre being tender murmurs to not ruin the tranquility. "Beautiful, isn't it, Screamer?"

"I swear if you dare utter a cringy, overused pickup line, I'm leaving," Starscream whispered back. His red optics glanced up at the Autobot scientist though despite threatening the other, there was no bite to his words. If anything, the words were a simple tease, something both knew as Skyfire only chuckled as he pulled Starscream closer and nuzzled their helms together.

"Fine, no cheesy pick-up line...but you are beautiful, you won't stop me from saying that, at least." To make sure Starscream couldn't argue, Skyfire gave a playful smirk before capturing the Seeker in a kiss. It had surprised him, at first, but Starscream eventually relaxed and closed his optics, giving the same energy into the kiss as Skyfire did with an arm wrapping around Skyfire's neck to bring him in closer. After a moment, the two pulled away slightly and smiled at one another before continuing to float, whispering sweet nothings as they took a moment to admire the world so far below and the stars which glittered all around them.

While they were to be enemies on the ground, the two could just be up in their small bubble, far above the world. Shining like the stars around them.

[radioactiverats]

Curious question, (First, I love your mentor Starscream x seeker reader fics) what would it be like if Thundercracker and Skywarp were around? Because I keep imagining them as those weird uncles who decided to annoy Starscream by pulling reader into their shenanigans.

Hello, first of all thank you so much for reading! I absolutely love the idea of elite uncles. Starscream moaning that Skywarp has led you astray (shitty flying habits. Taking you out for your first drink of engex and trying to hide the fact that ur shitfaced before Starscream comes to skin you both. Oooh there's an idea). For now my brain vomited this out but thank u for the prompt I will prob return to it again!!

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You’ve never formally met Starscream’s trine. The first reason being that he is fiercely protective of you, even if he’ll never admit it. Despite the bond he shares with his trine, he wants to keep outsider interference to a minimum - he gets one chance at keeping you safe, and if even one of Skywarp’s pranks go awry… in the privacy of his own processor, Starscream has never dared to finish that thought.

However, things have changed. As Megatron’s bloodthirstiness grows by the day, Starscream, like any good tactician, knows that the current strategy won’t work for much longer. With only him standing between you and Megatron’s idle and violent whims, he is regrettably forced to admit that he needs help to guarantee your survival. So what if a teensy part of him doesn’t want to share your attention? If you offline, he won’t have any of your attention at all.

As SIC, any overt moves will attract Megatron’s attention - so Starscream finds a tactical excuse. Your first group mission, he proposes under the guise of ‘training’ - to tag along with the Elite Trine.

Starscream is incredibly stiff when he informs you of the meeting - he’s usually forthcoming with details in your presence as he rants freely about something or other. But this time, he remains oddly tight-lipped, refusing to tell you who you’re about to see.

“As long as it’s not Megatron, I think it’ll be fine,” You finally mutter when you grow exasperated with his evasiveness. It seems to ease the mood a little because Starscream pauses, and you watch some of the tension bleed from his wings.

“It’s not,” He says at last. “Thank Primus for that.”

With that out of the way, you assure yourself it can't be that bad, beginning to grow curious as you follow Starscream to the open, grassy plain that has now become very familiar to you. Would it be someone you already knew? Or someone you’ve never met before?

Starscream stops when you reach the scuffed circle of earth that has more or less been forcibly converted into a landing pad. A sudden gust of wind ruffles the dry grass and Starscream nods curtly, although the expression on his faceplate seems slightly pinched. “Here they come.”

The distant roar of jet engines reach your audials and you squint as you spy to rapidly approaching blurs from the horizon. Blue and… was that… purple? There’s only two jets with this colour scheme that you know of. Your helm whips up to stare at Starscream in disbelief, but he stubbornly continues to stare straight ahead, optics tracking the approaching jets.

The clicking and whirring of transformation replaces the screech of fiery thrusters - with an impact that shakes the very earth, Skywarp and Thundercracker are standing before you. It's your first time being face to face with them - you're instantly struck by how similar they look to Starscream, all at once familiar and unfamiliar. It's uncanny, and you shrink back a little, choosing instead to study the freshly turned dirt circle around you. At least your landing pad is much bigger now.

“Screamer!”

“You call that a landing?” Screamer snaps. “I’ve seen sparklings do better than that.”

“Aw, lay off,” Thundercracker mutters. “It’s been ages since we last met.”

He turns to Skywarp. “But he’s right, you know.”

“Hey!”

The Elite Trine. To ordinary seekers, they were the stuff of legend - that aside though, you were busy drinking in this side of Starscream. Arms crossed, trading banter with Thundercracker - more relaxed than you’d ever seen him. Distracted, you don’t notice Skywarp sidling closer to you, and you yelp when his voice comes right next to your audial.

“This the ‘sparkling’?”

Starscream whips around so fast that you can’t help but flinch at the further damage done to your landing pad.

"Hello," you greet awkwardly. Should you be going for formality? You may have the privilege of being familiar with Starscream, but these are still your superiors, after all. Skywarp, however, has no such qualms, a smirk on his faceplate as he slings an arm around your shoulders. “So you’re the one Screamer won’t stop talking about, huh?” You blink, and the words are out before you can stop them. “He talks about me?”

You both look over at Starscream, who’s looking more and more constipated by the nanoklik, an undeniable flush of energon on his faceplate dampening the might of his scowl - you looking with an expression of puppy-eyed wonder and Skywarp with a shit-eating grin.

“Sure he does. He tells us tons of stuff - okay, okay - stop glaring at me like that. Does he talk about us? You know who I am?”

“Um,” You say. Of course you know who he is. But Starscream has… not talked about them, for reasons that he has deliberately kept from you. You’re not sure where you stand in this, but before you really begin to flounder, Thundercracker mercifully comes to your rescue.

“Let go, Skywarp,” He scolds. “You’re throttling the poor thing.” You gratefully stagger towards Starscream, who’d already taken a step forwards when Skywarp sulkily releases you - his enthusiasm had been rapidly turning into a very friendly headlock. Thundercracker sighs, finally turning to you.

“My designation is Thundercracker. We are a trine - you don’t need to worry about formalities. Your trust in Starscream can be extended to us, too.”

You know his designation as well, of course, but find yourself nodding along to the gentle cadence of his tone. It seemed that Thundercracker had a way of making others feel at ease. Even Starscream, whose wings had been twitchy all week in preparation to tell you of the meeting - was looking calm. Well, calmer. He’d nodded at you as Thundercracker spoke, looking relieved that someone more well-versed in emotions had translated his intentions into words before he had to do it himself.

Tentatively, you decide that you like them - independent of their relationship to Starscream. The more time you spend with them, the more distinct they're becoming, in personality, in the details of their frames and faceplates.

“What he said,” Skywarp added, serious for a nanoklik before promptly growing bored of the conversation. All three of you watch with trepidation as his expression grows mischievous.

“Hey, kid. You like me best, right?”

Starscream’s wings promptly flare, EM field prickly as the cacti in the Terran desert. This escapes absolutely nobody’s notice, and Skywarp cackles as Thundercracker buries his faceplate in a servo to emit a long-suffering sigh. You shuffle closer to Starscream as Thundercracker wearily goes to haul Skywarp up from where he’d collapsed in howling laughter on the ground.

“You’ll always be my favourite,” You mumble.

The pulse of his EM field reaches you even if he’s drawn it tightly against his plating.

“Yes, well,” He splutters, suddenly caught off guard. “I… I should hope so.”

Feelings are neither of your strong suits, but the silence that falls on you both is companionable and you allow yourself to enjoy Skywarp’s antics, Thundercracker’s exasperated attempts to get him to behave.

“Okay! Okay,” Skywarp wheezes. “I’m done. You should have seen the look on your faceplate, Screamer-”

“Why don’t we get down to business?” Thundercracker interrupts quickly.

“Thank you,” Starscream growls. He sighs dramatically, but his wings remain relaxed, hip cocked. You glance over at Thundercracker and Skywarp. Thundercracker shakes his head fondly, and Skywarp winks at you. There’s a strange sense of unity, a comfort in knowing that you’re all familiar enough with Starscream to know that the irritation is merely an act. Like you've been let in on a precious secret.

Starscream strides leisurely over to his trine, the three of them standing in front of you. It’s a takeoff formation - Starscream in the lead, flanked by Thundercracker and Skywarp. It’s the most common flight formation for trines, but it seems that they’ve purposely left an open space towards the back. A flash of recognition overtakes your processor - you’d studied this one night in the academy, holed up in the library. Trine formations were designed to be flexible, and one of the adaptations allowed the inclusion of a fourth when necessary.

There’s a glint in Starscream’s optics as he addresses you, a hand on his cocked hip.

“Your mission,” He drawls, “Is to keep up.”