#Flare Bitty

[dawnsbitties]

hi! may i have a Honey Wyvern, Blue Amphipetere, Razzle, Trot, melody, and a Flare?

- Dawn looks up from some papers she’s reading over alongside Lyel, her face brightening as she sees you. “Well hello there! Always glad to see a friendly face around here!” She tells you, putting away the papers for now as Lyel runs off to do chores. As you tell her why you’re here, she smiles even brighter. “Looking for more family members? That’s just fantastic! I’m sure we can find some that’ll fit in with the rest of them!”

- She leads you to a side room first, where upon entering your eyes are immediately drawn to the huge fake tree in the middle, several different Melody bitties are hopping around, singing and playing, and looking closer you realise there’s even a few Blue Amphipetere bitties who are playing along with the Melody ones! Dawn tells you to try and sing or whistle if you can, or to play some music to them. Doing the one you think would be the best, you spot that all the harpies have stopped to listen in, a few of them bobbing along to the tune, but one of them flies down to be closer!

- After a bit longer listening in, she joins in on the music, clearly loving it! And then you both are surprised when a Blue Amphipetere joins in with you, seemingly not wanting to be left out! But then a noise cuts off the lovely tunes as the dragon bitty turns around to start scolding whoever did a horrible job joining in - it’s a Honey Wyvern! And by the looks of it, the brother half to the first dragon! Once their squabbling has settled down, you ask them if they would love to join you and your family, getting three eager nods of agreement! Success!

- Dawn then leads you outside, showing you a bunch of Trot bitties running in a race with some Flares overlooking it all or sunbathing! The Melody sings out, getting the attention of one of the Trotters, who immediately runs over to happily greet you! You chat a bit with the Trot, and also the Flare when he comes over to join in with your conversation and you happily chat away. After a bit, you tell that you’re going to be adopting the Melody bitty but would also love a Trot and Flare bitty. The Trotter seems more than happy, but the Flare says he’ll only join.. If you can find the Razzle he hatched alongside!

- Accepting the challenge, you move over to the ambush bushes, hearing giggles, rattles and leaves rustling about, but see no sign of any scales or tails. Letting out a thoughtful hum, you turn your back to where one of the bushes is giggling more, waiting a bit… And then turning around, watching the startled face of the Razzle who’d been trying to sneak up on you! She’s been caught! She pouts in annoyance, but after a bit admits defeat, saying that now you have to adopt her! Luckily, the Flare comes over and happily says you won his challenge, meaning this was the right Razzle! You’ve found all your bitties!

- Going back into the centre, it’s no issue filling out all the paperwork for the new family members, Dawn happily looking over it all before giving it the all clear! You’re surprised when Rio the Floof shows up, holding out a care pamphlet that is meant for you to know how to care for the Melody bitty the best. “You have a Trot, who will help you out, but I am very protective of any feathers who leave the centre. I am the main Melody bitty rehabilitator after all!” He tell you. Nodding in understanding, you promise to take good care of her, and with a nod from him you finally have the all-clear to head out and home with all your new bitties, all of them chatting away about their new homes… Well, all except the Honey Wyvern who is fast asleep.

[witchybittyboo]

Welcome to Celestial Crossing (god this took too long to make)

[bittyfromquotev]

I feel like Solar Flare in TSAMS got the short end of the stick in all of this...

I have no context here but honestly yeah

[deadsetobsessions]

The first person who asked me to put my writing on AO3, thank you for your appreciation and I'm honored to have a piece of my work considered so highly... but also count your days bc I genuinely believe my life spiraled after posting that first chapter. The curse is real, and that website is like moldavite istg.

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Tim made a miscalculation.

He wasn’t aware of the true nature of Deathstroke’s tension with his older brother until he witnessed it first hand.

Creep. He thought uncharitably, nay, spitefully.

No. Absolutely the fuck not.

He ruined Catalina’s life. Considering Deathstroke had no life, Tim will just have to go the extra step to end it. So what if the man was Ra’s former student and one of the best assassins around? Tim used to foil League plots for shits and giggles. Maybe the 8 year old Tim of old would never have considered going against a big baddie, but 24 year old Tim ran circles around bigger fish.

Tim scowled, stowing away his binoculars before shimmying down the fire escape. He counted at least three propositions! In the five minutes they were duking it out! His big brother was too bright for those losers! Maybe he could get Sandra Wu-San to do something about her fellow student? Or Tim could hit two assassins with one Robin and get David Cain to murder Deathstroke while nabbing Cass?

Ooo, he likes that idea. Maybe he'll get lucky and they'll kill each other while fighting and then Tim won't have to worry about how to keep Cain away from Tim's sister.

Bruce would have been disappointed about how cavalier his approach was in terms of preservation of life, but Tim had always thought that ideology applied to his days as a Bat-affiliated vigilante. And since Tim was an itty bitty civilian instead of an (older, taller) ass kicking vigilante, Tim has concluded that Bruce's mildly irritating morality didn't apply to him in his current state. Besides, it wasn't like he was an angel during his tenure as Robin anyways.

"Guess I gotta embezzle some more money." Tim grimly put his backpack to his front and ran to catch the first bus home. Too bad. Deathstroke had proven useful.

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David Cain leaned against a transport cargo box, breathing heavily from wounds. His commission was done, and the amount promised would allow him to buy an island and then some. His fellow student laid at his feet. His bank account was fuller than Ra's, he was sure.

He never sees the tranquilizer dart coming.

And really, Tim’s had enough experience to hide the mark from the dart and more than enough to murder the man and make it seem like he bled out.

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“Odd.”

“Tell me about it.” Nightwing crouched, his sparkly costume hidden partially in the shadows. “Why’d they have to duke it out here?” He whined. Honestly, he’s been down in the dumps with what happened to Jason but having Deathstroke dead and gone for good was a balm to his soul.

“Hn.” It’s true. Bruce knew that it was weird Ra’s al Ghul’s students would murder each other like this. He searched the bodies, lifting up a burner phone and a bunch of weapons.

“Can’t you say something other than monosyllabic grunts, B?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to?”

“…No.” Bruce made a funny and seemed rather proud of himself.

Duck stared at him. He lifted a hand, watching Bruce’s face fall into dread.

Dick pulled the zipper down on the top of his costume down to his navel, flaring the collar and exposing his mesh covered chest.

“No.”

“Fuck you.” Dick flips away, leaving a despondent Batman behind with two dead bodies.

In the distance, the girl who would be come Cassandra Cain took the hands of a boy who would become here brother.

Tim Drake grinned, like an adorable, blood frenzied baby shark.

[revelboo]

😭😭😭boo how dare you to make me a tfp starscream simp,it was unexpected 😭😭😭jk love you

He’s the Cybertronian version of a wet cat (I’m dying right now because apparently the asks are a bit broken with the last update… if y’all are sending as anonymous while signed into your accounts, it shows me the anon with a bitty circle with your actual profile overlaying, but it goes away when I answer them)

Bottom Feeder Pt 9

TFP Starscream x Reader

• Keeps thinking about it. That soft offer to go flying with him. Shouldn’t be tempted, shouldn’t even care. You’re nothing, a pet. Beneath him. Glancing down at where you’re sprawled in the crook of his arm, a leg dangling, he vents and reaches to drape the servos of his other hand against you to make sure you don’t slide off since you’re resting. Sees a couple of the Vehicons shoot him curious looks and he hisses, wings flaring and your little head comes up, hair in disarray.

• Sleepily blinking as Vehicons scatter, you yawn. However long he recharges, it’s not long enough. Feeling him slide a servo between your shoulders, the sharp end pulling at your shirt slightly, you don’t bother to sit up. More than happy to nap while he carries you around like a toy Chihuahua, because your dignity went out the window the minute you’d gone along with this instead of resisting. “Lazy human,” he mutters, tone almost affectionate when you lay your cheek back on his warm plating.

• “I need eight hours of sleep,” you protest, voice whining adorably as he grumbles. Wonders what an hour equates to, because you nap quite a bit. And he’s not asking any of the other Decepticons with humans. Using the tips of his claws to carefully comb through your hair, you stretch against him with a happy little noise. It’s not like Shockwave or Soundwave’s humans are healthier than you are. Knows Megatron’s must be suffering under his dubious care.

• Claws gently running through your hair, you relax completely under the attention. Looking over lazily when he goes still and you blink seeing the shiny red mech storm past, scowling. And a second later his big buddy hurries past with a human leg dangling from his cupped hands, the person it belongs to complaining loudly and struggling. Snorting at whoever that poor soul is and wondering how many ‘pets’ are on the Nemesis at this point, you’re aware that you should care. “Those the guys you said were fragging?” You ask.

• Wings tucking close to his frame when Breakdown somehow hears your soft question and shoots a glare at him, lip curling when his optics drop to you before hurrying after Knockout. Wings flicking and lifting after both the medic and his hulking buddy are out of sight, he glances at you. “Yes, but everyone pretends not to know,” he grumbles, gently tapping you on the head for just blurting it out even as he smirks. Because it would be crass if he commented on it. But you? No one can expect proper manners from a human.

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[suedoodle]

Hi there, SueDoodle!

I apologise. This is not so much a question as just a simple comment - please ignore it if it is exhaustive/impudent of me! After viewing your work and awaiting new pieces with bated breath for a while now, I just wanted to express my enjoyment of your works (regardless of the fandom, it seems), and as I write too much to comment on a single one of your posts in the scope that they deserve, I have had to resort to pestering you directly. The attention to detail that you apply to each and every one of your sketches, no matter how simple, always has a hidden depth of intricacy that is astounding and such a pleasure to see. Little things like how your artworks are always so personal and mindful of each character's individuality. For your Trolls Band Together pictures, the detailing in Spruce's hair, for instance, when released from the towel when cleaning his facial products off baby Branch's face. How it flares and juts out in different directions as natural hair should. How you maintain his 'heartthrob/half lidded eyes'. It is not only the maintaining of character features, but also your clever and lovely adaptations. Your Bitty B, as an example, so so much more compact (specifically in the noggin department!) which just underpins the cuteness of scenes with him, and I feel it also expands the amount of activities that you are able to draw baby Branch engaging in and not have half your sketch hidden by his canonically large/trollish head.

I have always loved Mario and Luigi's designs, despite only playing ONE GAME with them (shameshame) but as I enjoyed your artwork so much, I have taken to asking my better half more about the characters and games and fanart that you have created for them so that I can understand their origins more, but also share your excellent pieces with said half as they are VERY artistically picky indeed and I was so confident in your style and ideas that I just knew they would love your work, too. I was correct. The scenes that you have made with the characters thus far are absolutely gorgeous and a real pleasure to see. Your recent roller skating coloured art, AND the subsequent 'younger Brozone sleepover' artwork was a real treat, thank you. I wonder what their bedtime situation would be when Floyd and Branch's go-to method of bathing seems to be a 10 storey waterslide? Not really something that is going to wind you down into a mood for sleep. Maybe it's a Troll thing. Thank you so much, and please continue to post your inspiring and wholesome and stellar artwork forever and ever~!

Thank you for the compliments. I try my best; studying to improve never ends ✍️

[lucky-rinrin]

You know what. Throwing all my thoughts and theories on The Fritters n Critters from the @askoverkill AU.

Director: With Loop calling them and only them Stardust, it seems obvious they were specifically ISATfrin. My guess is that it went like canon all the way through Act 5, but somehow managed to lose or loop back during or after Bigfrin, with his wish intensifying the original "you wish to stay with them" into something more manipulative. He doesn't want them to leave. Ever.

Loop: Gone from the not-so-secretly most unhinged Not Okay character in the game to being. Still visibly not okay. Worse actually, more siffrins = more inferiority complex :(. The star flares at a higher density to the point where they can't even open their bad eye anymore(are those things actually connected?) which could be from stress on top of the Everything getting visibly worse then anything they could've imagined. Director-Loop Divorce goes crazy here.

Lupus: The Itty Bitty. A version of Siffrin that maintains their personality from before they ran away. Their curse revolves around dissociation/memory loss, likely because of their Island connection. They don't seem to actually have a problem with this, probably just because they don't fully understand what this wishcraft apocalypse of a world truly did to them.

Dusk: I don't have enough of a grasp on them and their character to figure out what their curse is. Though considering how outer loops and siffrins work, it implies Dusk (and also Lupus for that matter) had a definitive Giving Up Point in their own experiences. Mind sharing with the class :))?

Dawn: The most pressing question I have about them is what makes them Not Like The Other Frins. Knowing how narratives go this outer loop would probably be the last if there's meant to be a good ending. With the power of love friendship and the seven siffrin souls. ignore me please.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Girl on fire 4

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, neglect, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: neglected, you find comfort in another home.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, Loki

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself kindly ❤️

You stand at the front door. You try to get yourself together but you're tipsy. Not too mentioned drown in humiliation. Ugh. Why can't life just stop for one second?

You enter quietly and listen to the house. The entryway light is on but the rest of the rooms are dark. You leave your shoes by the mat and near the stairs. You climb, one at a time, your hand on the railing.

The bedroom is dark but you can see the outline of the bathroom door limned with the light from within. You sigh and go to the night table. You flip on the lamp and turn back.

The bathroom door opens as you turn back. You stop short as you face your husband. His tie is undone and his collar unbuttoned. The silver twined into his dark hair catches the lamplight. You gulp.

"You were out late? Tell me you didn't venture down to the bar with those lippy blondes," he tuts.

"No, I..." you shake your head. "Doesn't matter."

Nothing. No 'I missed you', no 'I love you', no 'happy annivesary'. Nothing for you but displeasure at something you haven't even done. Would he even care if he knew what you tried to do?

You unzip your dress and drop it in the hamper. You go to the dresser and grab a nightgown and retreat to the bathroom as he unbuttons his shirt. He keeps his distance and you keep yours.

You stand in front of the sink and wipe off your make up. He couldn't even tell you that you looked nice. Maybe he doesn't think so. You toss the face wipe and put on some toner and eye cream. You pull on the nightgown and peel off your undergarments. You go out and drop them on top of the disposed dress.

Loki stretches his neck as he pulls on a clean pair of briefs. You curl your lip. You don't know what you're waiting for. He doesn't care at all where you really were.

"I'm going to take the couch," you say as you go to your side of the bed. You grab your pillow and he catches it from the other side. His eyes narrow at you.

"The couch?" He echoes sharply.

"I'm sure you need your sleep after such a long day and I'm feeling restless." You tug. He doesn't let go.

He looks you up and down. He tilts his head. "You're upset with me?"

"No," you lie.

"You came in without your ring..."

"You noticed?" You challenge.

He scoffs and yanks the pillow from your grasp.

"Don't do this." He warns.

"I'm not doing anything. I'm giving you space."

"Enough," he sneers. "I work hard to provide for you. So you can pout in this very nice house, in this very exclusive neighbourhood."

"I know you work hard but... I always said I would keep working."

"You're my wife. I'd rather you at home," he insists.

"Alone?"

"I've been busy. It's important." He hisses.

"I know it's important. More important than me? Than you're own wife."

He stares at you. His eyes flare and his lips part. "You've been drinking."

You swallow. "What else am I to do?"

"With who?" He accuses.

You scoff.

"Where were you?" He growls.

"At Hattie's."

"That old bittie?" He rolls his eyes.

"Yes, that old bitch. A few more years, and I'm sure I'll be used up too," you go to grab the pillow and he snatches it out of your reach.

"I'm home now and you've riled me. I won't be able to sleep." He sniffs. "You say I've neglected you, let me make up for it."

You curl your lip. "Really? How fucking romantic."

He leans over the bed and grabs your jaw. He squeezes and you wince.

"Watch your mouth. I married a lady." He pulls you close so your knees touch the bed. "Pull that up."

He flicks the hem of the satin nightie and lets you go. You cringe. It's not even like he wants to. It's like he's proving a point.

You get on the bed and walk across on your knees. You reach for him. You touch his cheek and he swats you away. "What are you doing?"

"I thought... I might kiss you," you sit back on your heels.

He takes a breath and steps up to the bed. He pecks your lips coldly. You frown. You turn around and hide your disappointment. You pull up your nightie and bend over. You keep your arm across the middle to hold the silk in place and plant your other hand.

"Darling," he frames your hip with his hand.

You prefer it like this. You don't want to look at him. He pulls you back toward the edge.

You grit your teeth as he prods along your entrance. You hold your breath as he stretches you around him. You let the air out slow.

"Mmm," he hums as he bottoms out. "Yes, I think you're right. It's been a while."

He moves you up and down his length. His thumbs dig into your flesh as he guides your hips. You let him move you; use you.

You close your eyes as he grunts with each thrust. You shudder. You pretend it's different. At first, that he wants you. That doesn't work. Then, you pretend it's someone else who does. Jonathan. You cling to the image, to the softer roll of his voice. You imagine him behind you, against you, kissing your shoulders and neck, telling you you're beautiful. Being tender.

The snap of Loki's hips cuts through the fantasy. You groan and touch your pelvis as he hammers into you. You'd rather he just not touch you than do this.

[cozzzynook]

More TFA Drama

Bumblebee woke with a yawn as he blinked away the static from his optics he quickly got to his pedes. He walked over to his bitty's crib and with gentle servos scouped them up before nuzzling their helm with his own. "Morning my little light, are you ready for breakfast?"

The sparkling gave a lazily coo just snuggling closer as they slowly shook away their sleepiness. In the meantime they just watched as their adopted carrier grabbed his own cube before grabbing a set of napkins. Once everything was set Bumblebee took a seat allowing his chest plates to open and started guiding the bitty to a nozzle. Once they latched on and began feeding Bee let out a happy hum he turned his attention to his own fuel.

Recharge would have claimed them both if it wasn't for the knock at the door jolting them awake. With a frustrated huff Bumblebee quickly wrapped a blanket around himself and his sparkling before answering the door. "Its too early for this. Who is it?"

"Sorry for dropping by like this, Bee" Optimus gave a nervous smile his optics looking dim and flat. "We need to talk..."

"Oh, okay..." Instinctually he held the mound of blankets closer a deep pit like feeling grew in his tanks as he returned to his seat. "What's up boss bot?"

Optimus sighed his field humming with regret and sorrow while his optics refused to look at the yellow mech. "I know who's the sparkling's sire is" The prime then crossed his arms hoping to keep his field in check for a little longer. "And he's wants them back..."

The sinking feeling grew deeper as Bumblebee tightly pulled the bitty even closer. No this can't be happing. Why now, why weren't they there in the first place? "Who is it...?" Primus please let it be someone he knew.

"Its Megatron..." Optimus spoke barely above a whisper.

"No..."

"Bee, Its true" The prime reached out with a servo only to have it swatted away.

"No! You're lying!" Bumblebee hissed as he stood on his pedes. His whole plating flared and bristled in attempted to make him look larger. Tears already began to fall down his cheeks as he glared at Optimus. "He can't be their sire! He just can't!"

"Bumblebee..." Optimus whispered as he took a few slow steps closer, he made sure to keep his field calm and his servos open. "I wish I was also lying but its the truth, I'm sorry"

"But they're mine..." He gave a choaked sob as looked down and nuzzling the bitty. "I'm the one taking care of them, I'm the one who loves them"

Optimus gave a sorrowful sigh as he carefully pulled Bumblebee into a hug. He let Bee sob and cry into his shoulder while his spark felt like it was being ripped into two. And for the first time in a while he wasn't sure what to do. "I know, I'm sorry..."

"Please..." Another sob "Don't let them take my bitty. Not again..."

"I'll try"

😭😭😭😭

[ressioo]

hi um i know nothing about the solar flare au but my brain saw tiny itty bitty pebbles and absolutely massive ginormous suns and it made me so giddy and happy thank you very much i love robot yaoi

i love how you draw iterators especially pebbles he's so BUG

also YOUVE DONE SOMETHING TO ME BECAUSE IM SIMPING FOR SUNS GOD THIS MAN (/genderneutral) IS HOT!!!

You're so welcome anon im more than happy to provide giant height difference robot yaoi. Here's them for you

This truly one of the best dynamics ever tbh

Also just so you know you're one of 3 people that sent me asks recently talking about Suns being hot. This is genuinely the funniest thing to me and i fully encourage people to continue to do this because it makes me giggle

[bnsni]

psst. if you want, do you think you can write some headcanons about Skylynx from the TFP: Predacon's Rising movie? if not him, predaking would be fine too. need more love for the predacon bois

a/n : ahhh! Predacons! I love them 😭 but I haven’t watched Tfp in a while and predaking is the only one I’m familiar with. I think I went a little haywire on this,,,,

PREDAKING HEADCANNONS

you’re working with robots now, huh. er, autonomous sentient, lifeforms—say it right or shockwave will have your head— and, simply, you’re going to lose your itty bitty mind

the fact is this: you’re an archaeologist, stationed in the raging hot deserts of Nevada, as per your own request, for a find many people in your career would die for. that is, excavating a site that would definitely hit a Jack pot load of bones. can you believe that? prehistoric bones! imagine the things you could do with it. new species to discover, new ecosystems, new—

for unfortunate reasons you’re not disclosed with , it appears you wouldn’t be the only one dying for a find like that

in a desert, remote region in Nevada night had plunged the horizon. the crew had clocked out in their respective tents, and the flaps billowed as a cool breeze pass

”c’mon, kid, we can continue tommorow.” one of the guys said.

but you, the ever so persistent little idiot, were too preoccupied dusting this strange rock you’re certain is a bone,,,it’s a bone! to hell with whoever says it’s not. you’re a hundred percent certain it is,,,,you’re also guts deep below ground, dusty, sweaty ,,,and christ, who’s flaring this red light into your site, it’s hurting your eyes—

with a scowl, you swivel up — then , stoned up and cold like the bone you’re holding

oh, those are someones’s eyes

not very,,,mhn,,, not very friendly eyes, you see, eye? light bulb?

either ways, there’s too much purple, and the darkness had elevated it’s glaring stare and— you’re greeted with the sight of something swirling, yellow, as bright as the sun — is that a gun?!

you try to scream.

yeah, not very effective since claws had already sprung out to latch onto your body, yanking you out with its thumb against your lips, preventing you any ability to shout. hence, with the tried.

the creature, really you’re going to settle for robot, but you know it’s scientifically inaccurate given that it’s intelligence and emotional—

“it appears you have excavated the very piece I am looking for.” it hummed and you stilled, blinking, wide eyes and frantic. oh, god help me it can talk. its claws plucked the bone you were clutching close, ignoring your protesting hands trying to grab it back.

“most certainly logical, how did you find this?”

you’re going to die. you’re going to die. You’re going to die, but hey you replied anyways

"W-we take pictures above ground t-then scan the photos. S-sometimes we use remote sensing techniques when—“

“us that so? perhaps you can have some use with your hands then.”

— that’s how you find yourself in a laboratory, tinkering away on projects by his behest.

you’re not even sure if you’d call it one, given how many ethical protocols shockwave, he said his name was, had already breached. hell, the list can go on and on until it stacked up ‘till the height of the himalayas. you’re sure he doesn’t care. Why would he? He’s not even giving you proper safety gear.

at least, when you told him to he acted like it wasn’t a priority in the first place. and imagine this! there’s others like him too! others that are way too annoying to be considered a decepticon second in command

‘he’s a walking problem, purposely pestering you, disrupting your projects, calling you fleshie and how you’d look perfect as a red stain on the cave floor…

and then there’s this other problem,,,

“your fear for such a creature is illogical.” shockwave had brisked away without much of a glance when you tried to latch onto his pedes. ��even your desperation to get away from it so. are you sure you wish to be left alone?”

“don’t be a prick! you can’t keep me with that thing forever!” you pointed at the glowering beast stalking you from behind the beams

“innacurate terminology.’’ He simply said. “a ‘thing’ would assume he’s an inanimate object.”

“ he’s a dragon!”

“innacurate, he’s a predacon.”

“I— what the hell even is that?!”

‘before you could plough a rock to his face you feel something hard, almost like tendrils, wrapping around your body

warm, misty air hissed at your face and you quivered, limp in their hold.

“do not make me repeat myself as I have always done so before." he said stiffly, "be gentle, predaking. I wouldn’t want my assistant to be damaged — a quest to find another is not an easy task.”

then turning on his heel, he left.

bastard had left you alone with this abomination.

Oh, joy.

You can’t get a sense of peace

everywhere you walk it follows. Why? You don’t know why. is it because you pat its head once and called it a good boy? Or that other time you tickled it's jaw and it purred? Though, in restropect you were a bit drunk off your ass ingesting Cybertronian booze by accident — as per Starscream request and amusement.

And now it won’t stop pestering you

You really wish it did.

He does this thing where, oh look it's waldo! And tackle you to ground, even thought you've told the dragon many times not to do that lest you're churned into a splatter of red on the surface

He'd also do this thing where he'd dangle you off the edge pretending to drop you,,,and when he does you're soaring towards the ground at god knows what mph before getting swooped to safety by the same dragon that tried to kill you

For a Predacon he's incredibly...sentient in a way it's aware of what he's doing most of the time

Feral cat behavior

A blurred line between black cat plotting to kill you and golden retriever,,,plotting to kill you with affection

And incredibly possessive at that

Talking to a vehicon? Oh, dear there you go again, hanging by his maw, shirt clamped between his teeth as he drags you away to that horrible, horrible cave

It's damp and it stinks! And he's nestling you like you're some egg desperately in need of protecting

And everytime you'd wrangle out of its— his— you're not even sure anymore — chest , the Predacon simply, with a pinch of his claws on your shirt, tugs you back into his embrace

Sometimes, if he's feeling mirthful he'll fall asleep with his fangdclamping down on a bit of your shirt to prevent you moving

"Let me go god damn it!"

And you know shockwave knows. He doesn't say a horse cobbler about it because it has it's uses

when Predaking decides havoc is what he needs on his agenda today shockwave will simply pluck you up from the ground and hold you to him like a candle

Most often than not the dragon will stare at you like dogs do when presented with a chew toy

and, technically, you are in some aspects

forget transportation, what better vehicle do you need when you can just hang from a dragon's maw as he brings you to the decepticon leader?

Starscream, hell even airachnid, would've exterminated you if not for your darling dragon by your side

and, to be honest, you did kind of grew fond of him. he'd take you on rides up in the air, and he'd nuzzled you close on stormy, cold days. Sometimes, you clean away the rust on his plating when you're free from Shockwave's obviously illegal work conditions

That's until he became a fucking robot

you didn't realize it was him at first, hearing a new rhythm of footfalls echoing across the cave, until the familiar paint scheme slapped you with the answers

What do you mean you're not a dragon this whole time?!?!?!?

you back away from him against the cave wall. you're not sure what to feel as he saunters towards you.

It ties between disappointment and embarrassment because did you really say good boy in a baby voice to a fucking man this whole time?;?-?-??&?

"Do not fear." His voice was far from sweet, god was it rough and deep,

It made your stomach do a 180 backflip and cracked it's head wide open

"Do not try to run."

when his talons curl around your waist, lifting you up to his eye level and the imperceptible smirk on his face is present, you knew you were fucked

"How obedient you are, my little pet."

[bittyfromquotev]

I d o l s

I could definitely improve my Solar Flare skills. I love these tho :)

[burning-academia-if]

Heyyyy em! I stole an ask... I'm gonna send it around lol

So Spell gone wrong ROs get transported to some place in time where little bitty MC is the one to find them...

How does that go??? 😏😭🤣

Omg baby MC...back before their Whole World collapsed

Rook: Rook meeting MC at an even younger age than when the two became friends and feeling incredibly odd about being allowed to see you at every stage of your life so far. He's actually pretty good with kids, and I can see him entertaining MC and playing them before sending them on their way (also resisting temptation to say something to MC's dad, which I find very funny considering how MC's dad would not like Rook either)

Beck: I think he'd find MC as a child the cutest thing, and would immediately want to spoil them lol he's the best with kids out of the whole cast, and he'd play with them or tell them stories to distract them before returning them to their parents (with a sugary treat as well, although shh it's a secret from your parents ok?)

Rhea: It takes her a moment to realize who this small child is that has bumped into her. She isn't entirely sure how to interact with kids, but she'd smooth out her usual stern expression and try to make herself gentle, asking where MC's parents are and if they'd like her help to find them. Feels a strange pang in her chest when she hands you off, although she can't tell why

Zoe: Another one of those moments where their Older Sibling mode is activated lol quick to make sure MC is fine before hesitantly asking about their parents. When MC points them out, Zoe feels an instant weight on them. You, small and innocent, and your family rushing to collect you, whole and complete. There's nothing they can do for you, and they can only watch you run back to your family with a heavy heart

Lars: Please, he finds you annoying enough as an adult, let alone as a Small Child LMAO I think his reaction will vary depending on what kind of child you were, but he neither knows how to interact with child or really would want to, even if it is MC. Plus, I think he's too wary of the potential consequences of it so he just acknowledges it's you before moving on

???: Strangely enough, they don't feel they have a right to approach you. Instead, they watch as you interact with your family, anger flaring in their chest at the knowledge of the future. The image is false now, lost to the sands of time. If only the young child they see could have stayed unmarked by the trials to come in the rest of their life

[spikezonebby]

hi !! saw requests for song fics are open, may I request something angsty with fem!human!reader x megatron (idw) to ‘young and beautiful’ by lana del rey ? 🥹 <3 thank you in advancee

Young and Beautiful (IDW Megatron x Fem!Human!reader)

Word count: 1,070

Eighty years. Humans lived for a measly eighty years.

You change right before Megatron’s optics. Your hair grays, your skin sags, your bones grow thinner. Like the very universe was sapping you away from him. Vector Prime alone could grant him all the time he needed to write a poem about all of the moments he lived with you.

But how could he begin to write when every time he picked up his stylus, you were that much further from him? He longed to capture the feeling of you and immortalize it in a data pad, but then you’d touch your tiny, soft servo along his gray bottom lip plate and take him away. Remind him that you were his moment. Here for a second, gone in a blink.

You flare, you flicker, you fade.

You asked him once, if he’d love you even after you weren’t so soft. You weren’t so pretty. And your mind wasn’t as intact as it once was.

Megatron’s answer was immediate.

“Even once the spark of your life extinguishes, and I won’t stop even for a klik after.”

You may have lamented the way time and age changed you, but Megatron learns to see unique beauty in it. There was something beautiful in a life lived so long that you COULD age, it was a promise of peace and resilience. You lived, you fought, you came back again and again. A force so strong that it took time itself to put you down.

Megatron thought that was romantic. Not in the way of kisses in summer or dancing in the moonlight, but the cosmic way. In the way that atoms and space dust collect together and become new stars, or how he realizes, in the grand scheme of things, so, so many tiny and nearly impossible things had to happen for you to be his.

As you grew older, you grew more rapt by his poetry. You blamed it on growing old and sentimental, he argued you were always sentimental. You had always found it fascinating, but Megatron believed that perhaps you took some comfort in it.

“Do you think, because I love you… I’ll be there in the Afterspark waiting for you?”

You were resting against his neck cables, curled up between his shoulder armor and helm vents like a tiny glitch mouse. The ardent heat of energon pulsing up the lines of his throat felt good and helped soothe some of the arthritis in your hands. He had to rest his chin on his servo, propping his helm up at an angle to keep from squishing you, but he hadn’t the spark to stop you.

It’s a question that he’d pondered many times. For he who often pondered the nature of all things grand, the question of life after death was a philosophist’s energon and mineral tablets. 

“You do not have a spark,” He points out, shifting his helm minutely to a position slightly more comfortable for you to tuck yourself under, “So I would not expect you to be held to the same rules and expectations of Primus.”

“But, your God is real.” You raise as a counterpoint, “Any proof that various human gods are real could be considered dubious at best.”

“That is a point for the high queries of gods, but what of your lack-there-of spark?”

“What is a spark but life?” You offer, gesturing with your hands and making the round shape of a spark before your breast. Megatron loathed to move you from your warm perch, so instead he tips the data pad in his servo so he can see your tiny reflection. You look comfortable, hidden securely in his collar fairings. “Perhaps I DO have a spark, but it’s simply just a different form. After all, energy cannot be destroyed. It merely changes form.”

You chuckle, knocking your knuckles against his neck cables. “Julius Robert Mayer.”

“A human philosopher?” Megatron asks, setting his datapad aside to instead settle for reaching up and touching his digit to your lap. You take the hint immediately, and hold his huge digit between your two itty bitty hands. 

“Founder of the laws of energy conservation. Suppose most of us are philosophers in some way, though.”

You have to be, with lives so short and bright. Megatron keeps that thought private to himself, gently rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. You were feeling thinner and thinner these days. He hoped you ate well enough.

“So, what have we come to the conclusion of in this conversation?” You prompt, bringing back your point, “That there is no true way to say I do not have a spark, and that it’s ultimately far more likely that Primus and his Afterspark wait for me than say… The Christian or Hebrew concept of God.”

“For there are too many to count.”

“For there are too many to count.” You agree, “But it is the most commonly applicable and the most similar to Primus.”

“But,” Megatron clicks his glossa, a smile coming to his face. He loved it so  when he could have these in-depth conversations with you. “That is also dismissing that humanity is a much younger culture than Cybertron was. Perhaps you will find proof that these things are indeed true, or perhaps something you had not even considered. Perhaps in the afterlife, you will have a veritable plethora of ‘heavens’ to choose from.”

“Then I’d choose to wait for you.” You say, “Or I’d choose some religion where I’d be reborn and I could fall in love with you again.”

“You could live again, redo all of the things you had missed. Unmake all of your mistakes.”

“You talk as if I considered you a mistake.”

He feels your tiny, cool lips press to the pulsing line of energon that is connected directly to his spark chamber. You laugh, giddy and sounding just as young as you were when he first met you. There’s a well of emotion there in his chest and, if not for millions of years of carefully cultivated control, he might have sobbed.

Instead, he settles for curling the whole of his huge, warm servo against your body, and recording this moment for all of time. The moment he writes on his spark that you wanted to be his in any life.

“I suppose it is not a mistake then, if you do not regret it.”

[deadforprettyboys]

2nd time EVER writing something, wish me luck!

'I Bumped Into My Nemesis In A Hallway And All I Got Was An Australian Himbo Boyfriend' by Fall Out Boy - G.Waller x Reader

warnings: banter, arguing kinda, lil itty bitty bit of angst! kinda hints towards smut?? minors dni!!

(not proofread lmao)

Grayson walked down the halls of this week's Smackdown arena, championship belt on his shoulder, confidence (or arrogance) as prominent as ever. He had no plans for a match or even an appearance this evening, so he found himself aimlessly wandering the hallways, when all of a sudden he bumps into his so-called arch nemesis, because it wouldn't be a fanfiction if he just paced the arena for an hour.

"Well, if it isn't Y/N," Grayson sneers. "I should have figured you'd be in my way somehow. Do us both a favor and stay out of my path in the future, yeah?"

Y/N meets him with a "Love you too, Waller." before even a beat can pass. "Watch where you're going, dickhead. We both know this isn't my fault. How about instead you stay out of my way so that I don't have to kick your ass!" Y/N sneers right back at him. 

Grayson rolls his eyes, clearly unamused by Y/N's response. "Oh, please, spare me the empty threats. You're not gonna do anything, you know that. You're lucky I even acknowledge your presence."

"Oh please, as if I give half a damn whether you 'acknowledge' me or not. 'Oh, Grayson, you're so important, please pay attention to me, I'm begging you!' God, grow up, asshat." Y/N mocks, hoping to get a rise out of him.

Grayson scoffs at Y/N's mockery, his expression hardening with annoyance. "You really know how to push my buttons, don't you? But let me tell you something, sweetheart. When you're the Aussie Icon, people begging for your attention is the norm. And trust me, you're not the only one who's grown up, I'm just on a whole different level." He smirks with an annoying amount of confidence.

"You act like a 30-something year old frat boy who peaked in high school but still wants to seem cool to the 'youngins'. And that haircut isn't helping, babe." Y/N knows she's lying through her teeth just to make him mad, but all's fair in love and war, right?

Grayson's nostrils flare as he grows more irritated by the minute. "First of all, I'm not some old codger stuck in the past. And as for my haircut, I'll have you know that it's a classic style. I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, with your boring, uninspired look."

"Haha, very original insult. Calling my style boring, really? You don't have anything better up there in that ol' noggin of yours? Come on, now." Y/N feels a pang of guilt being this mean to Grayson, sure, they squabble often but it's all in good fun. But this almost feels a bit too far, like she needs to lighten the mood a little. But she doesn't, only continues to egg him on.

Grayson's annoyance turns into anger as he clenches his fists, trying to maintain his composure. "Oh, you want originality, huh? How about this, I've seen more personality from a brick wall than from you. You're plain and forgettable, just like your insults."

That stung a bit. Hearing the guy you've been hopelessly crushing on for 2 years say you're forgettable? Ouch. She'd almost believe it, too, if this didn't happen every week.

"Yeah, yeah, don't forget, I'm gross, annoying, always in your way, etcetera etcetera. Admit it, Waller, you're obsessed with me. How else are you literally ALWAYS bumping into me, huh? care to explain?" She prodded. 

"Obsessed? Me? Please. I have much better things to do than pay attention to you. You're just... unfortunately always there. And if I do bump into you, it's only because you're constantly standing in my way. You're like a thorn in my side, a mosquito buzzing in my ear." Grayson tried to convince both Y/N and himself, though they both knew it was a lie.

"And I'll continue being that thorn in your side as long as I live. I get such a kick out of watching you lose your temper, it's absolutely hilarious!" Finally, something to lighten the banter a little. Y/N giggles after her sentence just to rub in the point a bit more.

"Oh, I bet you do. You get some sort of sick satisfaction out of getting under my skin, yeah? Well, guess what? I'm not going to give you the satisfaction. I'll stay calm and above it all, no matter how much you try to annoy me."

"Way too late, babe. You've already lost it once." Y/N grins. "Let's see how long you can keep up the act, huh?" Y/N smirks up at him, knowing he can't keep his cool forever.

"Don't call me babe," Grayson says through gritted teeth. "And I haven't lost anything. I'm in full control of my emotions. I may have gotten irritated at your childish behavior, but that doesn't mean anything. I can keep this up all night, so don't test me."

Y/N smiles wide, "oookay, babe, let's give it a try, then!" She begins lightly tapping him on his arms and chest, trying to get on his nerves as much as possible. Grayson's jaw tightens as he struggles to keep his temper in check. He takes a deep breath, attempting to stay calm. "Do you really think your little taps are going to bother me? I'm not some fragile flower that's going to snap just because you touch me."

Y/N frowns. "Aw, bummer. I was really hoping you'd just shatter in front of me so I didn't have to look at that face any more. What a shame."

Grayson's temper flare even more, his patience wearing thin. "Shatter? You wish. I'm tougher than you could ever imagine. And my face, you know you're secretly jealous of my good looks. Admit it. You can't keep your eyes off me." 

"Very funny, Waller. You'd be one to talk, huh? I've seen you staring at me from across the room more times than I can count. What's the deal with that, anyway? Am I so pretty you can't stand it? Do you like me so much you have to steal a glance whenever I'm around?"

Grayson glares at Y/N, his cheeks slightly flushed. "What? Me staring? That's ridiculous. I don't... I mean, yeah, you're attractive, but that doesn't mean anything. It's not like I'm... it doesn't matter. Shut up." He looks away, embarrassed. Y/N can't help but find it endearing.

"Woooow, I finally got the cocky, arrogant boy all flustered, huh? Lucky me. How cute." Y/N smiles, a genuine one for once, rather than a smirk.

"Shut up," Grayson growls, trying to regain his composure. "You didn't get me flustered. Don't think so highly of yourself, princess. I just wasn't expecting you to bring up me... noticing your appearance. That's all."

"You brought it up first, did you not? And hey, I couldn't have noticed you staring if I didn't look over at you now and then, right? I never denied it when you accused me of staring, did I?" She's playing with fire now, but it feels so good. This could go one of two ways, horribly wrong, or horribly right. 

Grayson swallows hard, feeling embarrassed at being called out. "Fine, so maybe I've looked once or twice. It doesn't mean anything. I'm not some lovesick puppy drooling over you. I just... I happened to notice you, that's all."

"Right, right, and the sky is gray. You're obsessed with me, Grayson. Admit it."

Grayson huffs, clearly annoyed at Y/N's insistence. "I'm not obsessed with you! I'm the Aussie Icon. I have admirers and fans lined up at my feet. I could have anyone I want. I don't need to be obsessed with you."

"You certainly don't need to be obsessed with me. But you sure do seem to be. Hell, you're right. You could have anyone you want. So then, why don't you?"

Grayson opens his mouth to respond, but closes it again, clearly flustered by the question. He crosses his arms in a defensive gesture. "It's... complicated, alright? I don't have the time or patience for relationships, okay? I'm focused on my career and becoming the best. I don't need the distraction."

For all she knew, it could've been the way he phrased it, or the fact that she was finally letting herself be a little bit vulnerable, who knows. But that hurt. And she chose to believe him this time. "Right, of course." Y/N frowns slightly, trying once again to hide her true feelings. "Good luck becoming the best, Gray." She began walking away, not wanting to deal with her slowly breaking heart in front of the one who's breaking it.

Grayson watched as Y/N walked away, a pang of guilt tugging at his chest. He hesitated for a moment, his mind and heart both racing.

Then, he suddenly called out. 

"Wait!"

She turned around slowly, scared to hear what he may say next. "What's the problem now?" She manages to stutter out.

Grayson rubs the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically uncomfortable. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking again. "I... Look, I didn't mean to be such a dick, okay? And I don't just see you as some thorn in my side. You're more than that, whether I want to admit it or not." He starts walking towards Y/N slowly, trying to make up the distance from her leaving before.

"Grayson, are you running a fever or something? Is this a prank? Is there a hidden camera?" She had never seen him be so honest, so vulnerable. She didn't know what else to do other than make dumb jokes to lighten the mood.

Grayson laughs softly, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "No, I'm not running a fever and there's no camera. I'm serious. I've just... I've never been good at expressing my feelings, okay? I always act like a jackass because it's easier that way. It's a defense mechanism or something."

"I could say the same about acting like a jackass, honestly. It's so much easier."

Grayson smirks, a hint of humor returning to his usually cocky demeanor. He takes another step closer to Y/N, his gaze still intense. "Yeah, you definitely have a knack for being a pain in my ass. But it's... endearing, in a way." Y/N takes a step back, still very nervous, but finds herself against a wall instead. 

"Endearing... how?"

Grayson takes another step towards her, closing the distance between them even more. He leans against the wall, his face only a few inches away from hers. "Endearing because it gets under my skin, but in a good way, if that makes sense. You don't listen to me, you're not afraid to push back, and you never let me get away with anything. It's frustrating, but also... kind of refreshing."

"Oh yeah? I could say the same about you." She smiles up at him, feeling a small jolt of confidence rush through her. Grayson can't help but crack a small smile at her witty remark.

"Well, look at us, finally agreeing on something."

He studies her face for a moment, his gaze lingering on her lips for a beat longer than necessary. She notices and follows suit, looking at his lips for a moment too long before snapping out of her trance and turning away to look at the floor.

Grayson notices her eyes dart away and the blush on her cheeks, a wave of confidence washing over him.

"Hey," he says softly, gently lifting her chin so that she's looking at him again. "Don't look away. Look at me." He smiles at her, a genuine one, and she's sure it's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.

She looks into his eyes for a moment or two before whispering "if I look at you much longer, I won't be able to keep myself in check any more, Grayson." His heart races as he hears her words, her soft voice sending a shiver down his spine. He leans closer, his face so close to hers that he can feel her breath on his skin.

"Who says you have to keep yourself in check?" He muses.

With this, she finally stops holding herself back and quickly leans in, closing the distance between them and kissing him with such force that he nearly stumbled backward. He stood shocked for a moment before kissing her back with a passion to match hers, grabbing onto her waist and pulling their bodies flush against each other as he deepened the kiss.

After a few minutes of practically grasping onto each other for dear life, they finally have to pull away for air, but still hold onto each other and remain as close as possible. After a moment of gazing into each other's eyes, Y/N speaks up. "Finally. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." She pants.

Grayson is equally out of breath, his heart thudding in his chest. He can't help but smile, his hands still on her hips. "Oh, really?" he teases. "I had no idea you were so desperate for me, princess." At this, she slightly pushes Waller on the arm. "Shut up, I know I'm not the only one who wanted that to happen."

Grayson laughs, not at all offended by her playful shove. "Okay, okay, you got me. I'll admit, I've thought about it, too." his smile turns into a mischievous grin, "But hey, you were the one who initiated it first. Couldn't get enough of me, could you?"

She chuckles and blushes, looking away slightly. "Maybe, maybe not, who's to say?" Grayson raises an eyebrow at this. "Oh, now you're playing coy, huh? You can't just kiss me like that and then act all nonchalant about it. I know you just couldn't resist me any longer."

She leaned up to his ear, "and maybe I still can't."

Grayson's smirk widened as she closed the distance between them again. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her body against his again before he pulled away from the kiss.

"Careful, Y/N. You're playing with fire."

"Fire was meant to be played with, baby."

He laughs, looking down at her and smirking. 

"Well then, princess, let's play."

[in1-nutshell]

I request that juno gets some rest and quite time with rodimus

Can Juno finally catch a break? Lets find out!

Juno: Slice of Life

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Familial, Mention of burns/scorch marks, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

With the arrival of Flare, Juno and Rodimus had their work cut out for them.

Especially on finding out that the bitty was an outlier just like his father.

Rodimus was over the moon when he found out.

Juno was less excited, but Primus they loved their little one.

Thankfully, Brainstorm and Perceptor had gifted them with a fireproof blanket and a set of fire extinguishers.

Juno shakes the last can of the extinguisher. It was empty. Juno: “Roddy we’re out of extinguisher. Until I can get Brainstorm or Perceptor get me some new ones, please refrain from getting Flare to ‘Flame out’.” Rodimus turns around with a small fireball in his servos. Rodimus: “Sorry did you say something?” Juno sighs before grabbing the fireproof blanket and smothers the remaining flames. Flare chirps in response. Juno: “I swear, its like talking to a wall with you sometimes Captain.” Rodimus fakes being hurt. Rodimus: “Wow, we’re on a title name basis now?” Juno: “Sorry, CO-Captain.” The small teasing smile doesn’t go unnoticed by Rodimus. He smiles at Juno and holds up a babbling Flare. Rodimus: “I think he’s saying that he’s sorry and that you should forgive him and your handsome Conjunx.” Juno raises their optic at them both. … It’s not fair that their Conjunx and sparkling have the same ‘puppy dog’ optics. Juno: “Of course I forgive you Flare. Its your father who is being a big meanie.” Flare makes an angry face at his father before reaching for Juno. They gladly take the sparkling in their arms. Rodimus: “Hey don’t give me that look! Juno!” Juno laughs a bit before kissing Rodimus’s cheek. Juno: “I guess I forgive you… if you can get more of the cans.” Rodimus: “Done!”

Now that there was a sparkling on board, there were a lot of first times for a lot of bots.

For example, midnight cries.

Rodimus mainly had it down to comforting Flare.

One time a bot made the poor mistake in banging on the door telling them to be quiet.

Juno had gotten out of the berth and had a strong word with the bot.

That bot never knocked on the door again.

Rodimus still doesn’t know what happened.

But soon enough he started taking back his regular responsibilities as captain again.

Meaning he started spending less time with Juno and Flare.

Juno was able to do most of their work with Flare by their side.

But most of the more delicate equipment had to be given to someone else until Flare would stop bursting into flames at random times.

The lab door opens. Perceptor and Brainstorm have their backs turned. Brainstorm: “If you don’t have the engine, we are not talking Chromedome.” Juno coughs making the two scientist turn around. They have scorch marks on their plating. Flare was happily clapping his servos. Perceptor: “The can’s ran out?” He grabbed Flare with the fireproof blanket while Brainstorm searched for the new can. Juno: “Yes...” Brainstorm comes back with the cans. Brainstorm: “This has been the 5th time in the past month.” Juno: “Rodimus is very keen on getting Flare to control his flame at an early age. There’s been a bit of a breakthrough, but… well as you can see…” Perceptor grumbles a bit as Flare tries to make him smile. Perceptor: “And I take it that there have been incidents were the fire’s gotten a bit too big?” Juno huffs a bit before getting Flare back. Juno: “See you both in a couple of days.” Perceptor: “And go to the med bay for Primus sake!”

Ratchet does have a medical table ready for metal burn treatment on standby.

The amount of times Juno had gone in there for an injury that wasn’t fire related was so rare that he is surprised if they came back without one.

Juno was burning out quickly as Rodimus stopped coming back to the habsuite on time.

Rodimus really tried to get there on time, but he was never the most punctual bot.

He tried doing small things for Juno to make it up to them but felt inadequate.

So, he decides to take them out.

Juno: “No.” Rodimus: “Oh c’mon Juno. We need some time for ourselves too.” Juno puts a servo on their hip with a raised optic. Flare is playing with his fireproof blanket on the berth. Juno: “In case you’ve forgotten, we have a sparkling to look after. We have responsibilities to attend to.” Rodimus: “Ah ha! I knew you’d say that! That’s why I’ve thought of this.” KNOCK! KNOCK! Juno looks at him confused as he carries Flare in his blanket to the door. Brainstorm and Perceptor are at the door. Juno: “Brainstorm? Perceptor? What are you two doing here?” Brainstorm: “Taking care of little Flare until you two get back from your date of course.” Juno looks at their brother with a raised optic. Perceptor: “Rodimus promised not to come barging into the lab unannounced for a month. I am going to take it.” Brainstorm nudges his shoulder. Brainstorm: “And because you want to spend time with your nephew.” Perceptor looks away, some embarrassment laced in his optics. Juno looked worried… but it was just a few hours… They sigh. Juno: “Just a few hours—” Rodimus: “Yes!” He passes Flare to his uncles. Flare looks at his parents confused. Rodimus gently pats his helm. Rodimus: “See you in a little bit Flare.” Juno puts their helm against Flares giving him a comforting smile as he tried to reach out for them. Juno: “Be good to Uncle Brainstorm and Uncle Perceptor Flare—EEP RODIMUS!” Rodimus had swung Juno over his shoulders and began running. Rodimus: “Sorry Juno but we are going to miss the date at this rate! Bye guys!” Juno shakingly waves from Rodimus’s back. Perceptor: “…” Brainstorm: “You can’t kill him. He is your brother-in-law and the father of your nephew.” Perceptor: “… Fine.”

Rodimus gets to Swerve’s and tosses Juno into a booth.

Juno looks furious and embarrassed.

There were so many more dignifying ways he could have brought them to the bar, but no!

It had to be like that.

They try to argue with him about springing a date on them just like that, but he thrusts their favorite drink and energon goodies in their face.

He sheepishly smiles.

An apology.

… Curse their Conjunx’s optics and smile…

Juno takes a sip from their cube. Juno: “I’m still mad at you.” Rodimus: “I know… but I do have until the end of the date to make it up to you.” Juno lets a playful smile grace their face. Juno: “Is that so?” Rodimus: “Yep!” Juno laughs silently. Juno: “We’ll see about that.”

They had a wonderful time together.

From the drinks and sweets, to just catch up on what has been happening.

The couple just missed each other.

Though there was one thing that kept coming up.

Juno kept on saying that they could feel something was up with Flare, but Rodimus told them that they were just worried as usual.

The bot decided to heed the mechs words this once.

After all, he was with Brainstorm and Perceptor.

Flare was safe.

Eventually the date had come to an end as the couple, holding servos heading back to their habsuite.

Rodimus: “We should do this more often.” Juno: “Let’s not make it into a habit though.” Rodimus: “But—” Juno: “We can wait until Flare gets a bit older to do more of these dates.” Rodimus smiles and pulls them into a side hug. CHIRP! The pair perk up at the sound. Juno: “What was—” Rodimus: “GET DOWN!” He pushes Juno to the side and tries to catch a flying fireball. It sends him onto his back. Juno: “RODIMUS!” They scramble to his side. Rodimus groaned as he tried to sit up before noticing the small weight on his chassis. Little Flare happily chirped up a storm while giving his parents a cute smile. Juno: “Flare?!” Rodimus sits up and places Flare on his lap. A number of pede steps come from around the corner. There stood an exhausted and slightly scorched Brainstorm, Perceptor, Nautica, Whirl, Cyclonus, Skids and Ultra Magnus. Rodimus: “What in Cybertron’s name is going on?!” Juno helps Rodimus up as he held his sparkling close to his chassis. The sparkling happily patting his father’s face with his warm servos. Brainstorm: “Well, funny story actually. It started out when Perceptor and I tried to give Flare his energon—” Whirl: “Your fireball of a sparkling can fly now.” Brainstorm: “I was getting there!” Rodimus and Juno blinked. Juno: “He can what?!” Rodimus then broke into a bright smile while holding his sparkling up. He realizes how much his sparkling took after him in being unpredictable. Rodimus: “YOU CAN FLY NOW!” Juno now realizes they have to deal with a flying fireball of a sparkling. Juno: “He can fly now…” Flare looks at Juno and give them a smile. They give him a tired smile as they pat his helm. The sparkling was a handful, but by Primus he was THEIR handful. And nothing would ever make them want to change him.