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Odds of Survival

Part 1 Overture

Part 2 Bridge

Part 3 Glissando

Part 4 Quarter Rest

Part 5 Flat

Part 6 Etude

Part 7 Crescendo

Part 8 Trill

Part 9 Presto

Part 10 Coda

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Okay, after that last Everything Is Alright chapter, I NEED a Senator Shockwave update when you find time and inspiration.

Take care of yourself, love you, and don't work too hard.

Sure!

The Worst Is Yet To Come Pt 6

Senator Shockwave x Reader

• “No, see, it’s just a micro drone,” he says, leaning to gently nudge your arm down with a servo when you act like you’re about to swat the tiny thing. Though compared to you? It’s really not that small. “If it’s okay? I just, you’re a whole new species. I’d love to document our interactions, but if it bothers you, I won’t.” And you huff out a breath, face upturned to watch the drone.

• Grimacing, because yeah, you’re the alien here, you reluctantly nod. “It’s fine,” you say. While you’d rather not be recorded, you’re not sure you can trust how kind he seems. And until you are sure, you’d rather keep on his good side. Glancing at that toothy monstrosity in a jar, you shiver. Definitely have no desire to get shoved in a jar of formaldehyde. Trying to ignore the drone hovering, you look around. Have no idea what the equipment around you is, but you have a suspicion. Especially when you notice some delicate, floral looking dead things about your size pinned like butterflies to a board. “Are you a scientist?”

• “I am,” he says, reaching to open a drawer and pull out a clean polishing cloth, offering it to you. And you don’t take it, little fingers curling under into fists as you won’t even look up at him. “I can see you shivering, little one.” Finally, you reach out to take it, pulling it close. But you won’t meet his optics. Understandably skittish if what you’ve said is to be believed. Doesn’t claim to know every sentient species, but one capable of creating something equivalent to a ground bridge? He should have heard of humans.

• “Are you going to dissect me? Pin me to a specimen board or stick me in a jar?” Not sure why you ask, because if he was considering those things, he probably wouldn’t admit it. And you don’t mean to say them, but you babble when you’re scared and you’ve been terrified since the gate malfunctioned. Just want to curl up and have a good cry, eat something, and sleep for a day. But you’re scared to.

• “Why would you think that?” He asks, but he follows your stare. And he vents softly, reaching out to offer you a servo. “Mindless animals, I’d never do that to a sentient being.” But he’s not sure you believe that, lips thinning. Your alien face so uncannily Cybertronian, your expressions so easy to read. “You don’t have to believe me, but you do need me to survive here. Cybertron isn’t well-suited to organics. Without my help, you’ll starve unless you can metabolize metal or energon.” Finally, you reach out to lay a tiny hand on his servo. Trusting him and he smiles. There’s so much he wants to know. “Do you need fuel?” Smiling faintly when you reluctantly nod, he brushes his servo against your shoulder.

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I took a sick day off from work today because I suspect I am in withdrawal from two medications and some of the symptoms I'm experiencing are low mood, increased anxiety, sleep disturbances, and tiredness. One med I was going to go off of anyway, but the other I've just had issues getting a refill of. I expect I will be back on it soon enough, but I thought for today instead of falling asleep at my desk and being Done™ with everything at work I would stay home. And how did I spend my day? I spent it alternating between napping and rereading Everything Is Alright.

Just wanted to share that you are a part of our lives 💙

Also I did not expect to like Megatron so much in EIA? I have never been into him before but I like this version of him a lot ✨

Have a nice day!

💕 I’m glad you like my nonsense and I hope you’re feeling much better! Have a great weekend!

Everything Is Alright Pt 162

Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Heart breaking as Starscream cradles the tiny sparkling to his chassis and she vents raggedly before warbling out a rasping wail, your fingers curl under until your nails dig into your palms. Wanting to hold your daughter so bad it hurts. None of it really felt real, but it’s dining in and it hurts. She’s right there and you can’t have her. As tiny as she is in Star’s arms, she’s still bigger than you are. You’re toy sized to her, painfully aware that you not only can’t hold her, you can’t feed her, rock her, anything. Too small to do anything for her.

• Tugging you into his frame as Starscream cradles the sparkling, Megatron’s aware of its loss from his own, feeling that bittersweet ache. Spark warm watching the little one you’d entrusted to him in your desperation cry raggedly and Soundwave patiently reaches to adjust the way the Seeker is holding the sparkling. Showing Starscream how to hold a sparkling. And he wants to hold her, feel the weight of her, her field brushing against his. To meet his sparkling, because she’s his as much as Starscream’s. He may not have sired her, but he’s claiming her. Attention sliding to you, when Soundwave turns his way, reaching for you, Megatron sees the look on your face, longing and pain. And understands.

• Hesitating just shy of touching you in Megatron’s lap, Soundwave wants to take you, tuck you into his cassette compartment to protect you from the pain. Because your misery hurts, twisting through his spark and he understands it. To be unable to hold your own sparkling. To have her right there, so close. And Megatron curls an arm around your middle, refusing to let him take you and try to soothe you. The warlord staring him down, his expression warning him to not try to calm you like one of his cassettes. Like he giant understand that you’re not the same, he just doesn’t know what else to do.

• Wings flicking as she just keeps wailing, the sound spark-wrenching, Starscream turns helplessly toward you. Like she doesn’t know him at all. And it’s all wrong. Cupping the back of her head, he needs you. You’re her carrier. “You’re okay, little one. We’re okay,” he soothes and you look up, meet his optics, your expression making his wings tremble. Shifting to put a knee on the berth, he slowly stretches out, the sparkling tucked against him as he lays down facing you. “Your carrier is right there.”

• Struggling against Megatron until he lets go, you stumble and reach, a hand sliding against her warm head and she looks, mouth trembling. Wide optics staring at you. And you wonder what she sees. A tiny, funny, alien? A toy? Aware of Soundwave and Starscream both tensing when she reaches a big hand, chubby servos brushing you. Knowing as well as they do that she can hurt you. Badly. Megatron curls an arm around you from behind like he’s about to yank you back, but you slide a hand against the warm servo. “Hi, honey.”

• Jaw working as you pull against his grip, your little hands sliding against the sparkling’s servos, Megatron knows you have to realize if she flexes those servos, if she grabs for you, she’ll break your bones. Maybe even kill you without meaning to. And he yanks you backwards off your feet when the little one reaches, stumbling and hitting the berth hard with you in his arms him. Hearing the sparkling wail again, right before she mass shifts and his spark constricts when the Seeker nearly drops her. And Megatron shudders as you struggle against him. “Wait,” he growls, unable to look away from Starscream cupping the tiny sparkling in his hands, expression panicked. Because she shouldn’t be able to do that yet. Not with any control. If you grab her and she mass shifts back, you’ll get hurt. “Stop and think,” he snarls as you strain against him, like you don’t care about the danger.

• Venting as he fumbles and drops a part, Shockwave reaches and the memory comes from out of nowhere to drag him under. ‘I’ve got it,’ a familiar voice he knows says. Soft laughter as you bend, arms wrapping around the part he dropped, barely able to lift it. Unable to move as you straighten and he can’t make out your face. Spark hurting as you smile up at him. Can’t picture you clearly, can’t remember your face. Doesn’t know you. Loves you. His mind whispering that this isn’t real, it never happened while his spark aches. ‘You really think this will work?’ You ask and he’s trembling, fumbling and grabbing the edge of the work table. Body bowing forward as something that must be, but can’t be, grief slams through him. Did you make it? Confused, his optic dims. You aren’t real, just a ghost. You’re everything. You’re gone. Where did you go?

• “Protoforms?” At the growled question, Shockwave flinches, head lifting to find Tarantulas hanging upside down from the ceiling of his lab, picking his way closer on his extra limbs, neck craned as he slowly lowers himself, his chosen organic altmode, unpleasant as always. “Why waste resources?” The other scientist asks, reaching to snag a delicate protoform by a leg and lift it from its foam cradle. “Unless you have a use. But artificial sparks are so difficult to stabilize. Unethical to create.” Antenna flicking as he studies the spider, he knows the other mech has as much regard for ethics as he does. “Something else then?”

• “One night assume you have a suspicion that you might need protoforms,” Tarantulas continues. “Except, you wouldn’t go to the effort unless you were certain. Tell me a secret, old friend and I’ll share one of mine. I’ll even go first. I know what they took from you. Not just your face and hands. Though, you wouldn’t remember me. Wouldn’t know my other name. Or remember that you called my work monstrous blasphemy,” the other mech laughs as Shockwave stiffens. Nonsense. Never met him before the Decepticons and there’s a shivery little moment of confusion, because there is no before the Decepticons. “But I remember you and that poor, little organic pet of yours, Senator.”

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Starscream can't seem to have his rest even with his own mate 😭 poor guy, he needs some alone time with Reader. Always getting interrupted by soundwave or worse bullied by Megatron and of course shockwave unhinged staring

He will get to relax some pretty soon with the other two distracted with the sparkling

Everything is Alright Scenario-Pretty

Shockwave

• Feeling a little hand tug at your robe, you look down at your oldest son staring up at you, little face so serious. Wiping energon off your hands on a towel, you smile. “Hungry?” And he pops a servo in his mouth, leaning his head against your leg. He can talk, but he rarely bothers to use his words. At first it had bothered you, but you’ve gotten used to it since he talks when he needs to. Crouching to pick him up, you settle his weight against yourself and frown. There’s a small, blue handprint on his helm and he just stares innocently at you. Tattling without saying a word. “Where’s your sister?” You groan. And who was supposed to be watching the kids?

• Carrying him into the main area of your modified dollhouse habsuite, your eyes narrow at Shockwave sitting in front of a datapad watching, is that Real Housewives? “Seriously?” You snap and his antenna flick back as he flinches and looks at you. “Where are my kids?” It’s amazing how he can still manage to look guilty with no face as he stares at you and then looks around. Because apparently, you don’t have four kids, you have five. Storming past him out of your space and into the main habsuite with him trailing behind, it doesn’t take long to find her. “Astra Skyfall,” you groan.

• From the looks of it, she found Star’s touch up paint. All of it. Little face coming up at your tone, her tiny wings flick before she holds out her arms and does a little turn. “Pretty,” she chirps, beaming and there’s no yelling at her. Shockwave, though? You’re definitely going to scream at him later. “All pretty.” All? Heart sinking as she points, you turn your head to find your youngest two sitting in a puddle of red paint, happily smearing it on the floors, the wall, and themselves. You’re going to cry. Or scream. Maybe both.

• And you hear Shockwave’s peds, turning with a smile that you’re almost certain is deranged, you look up at him. “Where do you think you’re going?” You ask and his antenna flatten back. “The kids you were supposed to be watching need a bath.” Staring the much bigger mech down until he vents and shuffles over to try and herd the kids toward your little washrack. Your oldest son leaning his helm against you as his sister screams her favorite word at painful decibels. Making the twins scream in solidarity. Yeah, you’re not dealing with that.

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Hello Revel! How have your days been lately?

What do you think bots would think if they witnessed human infidelity?(like in some novel, movie or even human gossip 👀)

Still great Revel We love you! 🩷

Thank you all for reading my nonsense, y’all are awesome! Ngl, first thing I thought of was Everything Is Alright’s Starscream. That mech is so darn tired and having to watch his tiny mate like a hawk because their thirsty self collects husbands. Most of the poly groups, there was some form of agreement to share and then Star’s over here just stressed out and currently trying to beat back Shockwave with a stick thinking he’s interested. But once Star’s less salty about it, he’s going to play that card to win every argument.

Seekers

Starscream x Reader

• “At least I didn’t frag your mortal enemy. And Soundwave,” he growls, wings flared out and trembling and your eyes narrow. Because he’s never letting that go. Megatron wasn’t even really your fault, but Soundwave? You glance at where the communication officer’s sitting with your tiny daughter curled sleeping in the crook of his arm and he looks up at the sound of his name. Yeah, you absolutely chose him and you don’t regret it. Even if you still feel guilty.

• Watching your lips press into a thin line, before you slowly nod, for a klik he thought you were about to get angry and yell at him. “Touché,” you mutter and he’s not sure what that means, the word not translating right. “Fine. Humans have more than one name. Give her a Cybertronian middle name if it makes you happy, but I swear if you pick something like Skullcrusher or Starscreamette, I’ll smack you. Repeatedly.”

• “I know a Skullcrusher,” he mutters. “He’s a jerk.” Turning to watch the little one snuggle her face closer against Soundwave with a little noise, trusting the other mech with the innocence of a sparkling. Not knowing how cruel and hard the world can be and he wants it to stay that way. He drags you into his lap and rests his chin on your head. And you slowly relax into him, not as annoyed as you sound then. “I was thinking of Skyfall for her Cybertronian name?” Something that’s a bit of him, a bit of his trine. And that guilt twists through him, because he needs to reach out to Thundercracker and Skywarp. Apologize even if it’s going to kill him, but he wants them to know his daughter, to be a part of her life. And he misses them.

• “Sky,” you mumble, watching your daughter’s little wing nubs flick. Looking for anything human in her features. Sometimes you think you see the shape of your eyes in her optics, that little mouth is yours, right? The rest of her alien. More Star than you. You’d thought that would bother you, and it does, but not in the way you’d imagined. It’s an odd, lonely feeling, like you’re on the outside looking in when you see one of them with her. Megatron has her longer than you did, is she really still yours, then?

• “I want to nudge Nova Storm or one of his brothers into taking a human mate. She needs other Seekers,” he murmurs and you nod. Before slowly leaning back and frowning up at him to make his wings droop. And Soundwave makes a low hum of noise, paying attention to the conversation now. Because they both know that look on your face.

• “Why them, not your brothers?” You ask, and his wings flick. Oh, no. Nope. Absolutely not. “You are not pulling some arranged marriage crap with our newborn baby.” Because you don’t care if your kid falls in love with another Seeker or not as long as she’s happy. “She can have seeker playmates, they can learn to fly together. I’d love that,” you growl, chest hurting imagining your kid trying to fly. Will she just know or have to be taught? “But you’re not going to push someone at her. She’s going to decide.” And his jaw clenches letting you know that’s exactly what he was thinking. And it’s not happening.

There’s still time to vote on the kid’s human name!

Thanks to @drabbletron for suggesting the kid’s Cybertronian name. I figure most of the hybrid kids will have two names and will lean toward one or the other as they get older. And they know they’re in trouble when both names get used by a parent

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How's Reader of 'Everything is alright ' doing?

They’re trying to adapt to the weirdness of their life and it just keeps getting weirder. If you guys see me messing with the Masterlists later tonight, it’s because I maxed out the second overflow scenarios list last night, stared at the screen for a good five minutes in horror and didn’t want to deal with it right then. The main list will become G1/IDW’s home with links to individual pages for Prime, Earthspark, etc (because I’m almost positive I’ve got less than five additional slots I can use before I max it, too). I’ll try to make things a bit more… organized

🔞 🌶️

Everything Is Alright Pt 161

Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• “While I won’t complain if you two are about to frag if I’m invited, I doubt your Seeker is interested in sharing you with me,” Megatron growls and Star’s mouth leaves yours to snarl at the warlord. And you just press your face against his neck. Five minutes. Couldn’t even resist being a jerk for five minutes? “Bond with me for the sparkling and I’ll leave you two to it.” And he’s setting the protoform aside and mass shifting. Waiting because he knows you’re going to do it to get him to leave.

• Smirking as you glare at him over your shoulder and Starscream’s wings tremble in outrage, Megatron waits. And you stand up to make your Seeker tense in outrage. “Just bonding,” you say and he nods innocently to make your eyes narrow. So suspicious. Though fragging you into a whimpering, slick mess on Starscream’s berth while the Seeker watches is appealing, he’s almost certain that no matter how into it you are, you’ll be angrier than usual afterward. Why does you being mad at him bother him a little? Reaching for you, there’s a familiar moment of disquiet and hunger at the way his servos overlap when he wraps his hands around your waist to pull you into his lap to straddle him. Enjoying the size difference even as it bothers him how fragile you are.

• Wings dropping with a growl, Starscream’s jaw works. Knowing this is necessary and liking it two wholly separate things. Hating that he’s not been able to bond with you and sense his new spark. That he needs to feel the little one nestled inside you and know you’re both okay. And Megatron stole that from him. Optics narrowing as the warlord curls an arm around you and shifts his plating. Watches you arch on a noise, trembling slightly as Megatron’s spark snares you. Feeling like a voyeur for watching, but unwilling to leave you with Megatron.

• Breath hitching as he engulfs you, wrapping around you so firmly you’re drowning in him, overwhelmed. And you feel him hook into you, dragging you deeper as panic flickers at the edge of your awareness, his memories, thoughts, and emotions sinking into you. Too much. Then you feel it and you’re no longer resisting. Reaching frantically for that warmth. Eyes burning as you wrap yourself around that new spark, aware of Megatron’s light brushing against yours. Of him hesitantly drifting through you to touch Soundwave’s new spark.

• Mouth brushing your cheek, tasting salt as you leak, he rumbles softly, purring soothingly, aware that his voice is too gruff for this. Feeling you coil tighter around both new sparks, and there’s a moment of alarm, because you can’t take them both. Can’t take back the first one while you’re sparked and he’s not sure you understand that. And the fragile new spark nestled inside him reacts to make you jerk against him, a leg sliding against his as you move fitfully against him, fingers clawing at his chassis.

• Staggering as your alarm lashes him, Soundwave trembles, a palm against the wall. Your emotions too wild to get a read on what’s wrong. Turning, he runs for Starscream’s habsuite as his spark constricts. Did something go wrong with his sparkling? Shoving past Blast Off in the hall, he’s afraid. Afraid for you and his sparkling.

• Stiffening when you start struggling, Starscream lunges to try to separate you from Megatron and the other mech tightens his arm around you, curling forward so you’re bent back, shaking in his arms. “Let go,” he snarls, clawing at Megatron’s arm. Desperate to get you free, because something’s wrong and you’re leaking. And Megatron seizes his arm with his free hand hard enough to dent his plating, the warlord’s optics wild and unfocused. ‘Protoform,’ he snarls, jerking against you.

• Panicking, feeling the spark responding, an almost thought, a flicker of recognition. Like you’re seen and known by this fragile new life and you’re sobbing, frantically trying to pull it to yourself as Megatron fights to keep it. Needing it with a consuming desperation, because it’s yours. Nothing else matters but that warmth.

• Shoving the door into the wall when the mechanism doesn’t open fast enough, Soundwave stares at the three of you. And his servos tremble as Megatron roars for the protoform, arm clawing for it and Soundwave grabs it, pressing the protoform close. Needing to get it closer to Megatron, but the warlord can’t or won’t let go of you. Crooning brokenly to try and calm you as Starscream squirms an arm between your bodies before Soundwave can warn him not to try to force you two apart.

• Stop. Wraps you in himself, trying to break through that need and panic. To get your attention. You want to meet your sparkling, drives that thought into you like a weapon and you falter. Let me help. And you waver again, as he coaxes. The protoform right there. Spundwave’s sparkling needs you. And you finally relax, worry refocusing on the other one. The new spark tangled in him pulsing and needing to be awoken. To live. Mouth shakily brushing your temple he shifts you both toward the protoform, feeling his spark arch, seeking and finding that empty vessel. You’re so tangled in him he can’t really tell where you begin and he ends as he lets go of that new spark. Joy and grief at the loss ringing through him as he vents raggedly against you.

• Servos trembling as the protoform, his sparkling shivers, metal flesh rippling. Starscream watches it reshape itself. Choosing its own form instinctively. And for a moment, he’s afraid. Afraid that Megatron stole this from him, too. That he won’t ever be able to teach his own youngling to fly, to share the joy of it. But as it curls on its side with a warbling cry, he sees the little nubs of wings forming. Reaching to touch one before stumbling away from where you and Megatron are still entangled. Mass shifting and cradling his sparkling, feeling that warmth as the little one, a tiny, fragile femme, squirms with a little noise and this is everything. Nothing else matters but the warmth of his daughter against the mesh of his neck. Falling in love as the sparkling cries out.

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I guess I need to suck it up and name the kids xD

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oh noooo he's trapped oh nooo (or is he)

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Hey Author! Can we can more scenarios with reader and her sparklings in Everything in Alright?

I think it would be so adorable if they watched a National Geographic Documentary about animals—I can imagine the sparklings being super quiet and in awe!

Hope you’re having an amazing day!

-anon

Cute idea! I hope you have a great day, too!

TV

Starscream x Reader, Megatron x Reader, Soundwave x Reader

• Stretching, your foot sliding against the inside of Soundwave’s leg, you adjust the nonexistent weight of the twins’s tiny frames tucked against you and by some miracle or, maybe sorcery, they’re both quiet. Their optics wide as they stare at the propped up datapad acting as a TV. Apparently entranced watching the penguins waddling around. And the older two are staring just as hard. Making you painfully aware that your kids haven’t been outside the Nemesis, yet. Haven’t actually even seen their home world. But asking any of your three over protective mates to let you take the sparklings outside and away from the safety of the Nemesis? You can just imagine how well that might go.

• Stretched on his back, uninterested in the struggles of little, monochromatic Earth birds that can’t actually fly, Megatron instead watches the sparkling Soundwave had sired. The little one warbling a hesitant note, head turning toward his sire and you, and Megatron cups a hand against his tiny frame. Trying to keep his own field calm, because his little daughter never shies away from him, but this one sometimes does. And after you’d told the youngling that he was ‘daddy Megs’ and gently placed the sparkling’s tiny hand in his, he’s been dying to win the little one over. Or at least be tolerated.

• “Don’t stress my son with your awful biofield,” Starscream mutters from where he’s sprawled with his daughter recharging in the crook of his arm. That little spot of warmth tucked against him so unbelievably precious. Sees Megatron lift a lip to show his denta and his oldest son warbles again, expression uncertain. Making his daughter whine as she comes online, little wings flicking. Picking up on her brother’s distress and about to make it everyone’s problem. Resisting the urge to hiss at Megatron and possibly upset the little ones worse, he brushes a servo against his daughter’s cheek, distracting her.

• Venting as Megatron rumbles and softly growls a few notes of a Cybertronian lullaby to his son in that gruff voice, Soundwave drapes an arm across you and the twins. Reaching a servo out to nudge one twin’s head away when they lean toward your hand, mouth opening. The youngling chirping until you offer him a thumb and you wince when he latches on, but don’t say a word. Optics sliding back to the warlord and his youngling as his son focuses on the nature documentary again, lifting an arm to silently point. Knowing that off he has his way, you and the sparklings would spend most of the time tucked inside the safety of his cassette compartment where he can monitor his little family.

• Watching the sparklings focus on the weird animals, Megatron wonders how hard a penguin would be to keep alive. A pet might do the younglings some good. Teach them responsibility. Watching Soundwave’s sparkling bounce on his chassis, chirping as his sister chimes in, both excited about the little animals, he glances at you. Your cheek against Soundwave’s chassis, eyes hooded as you yawn. Then at Starscream with his daughter, the Seeker leaning down to whisper to her about an old friend who’d loved organic life. Hears Starscream call the mech the sparkling’s uncle with an old hurt in his voice and Megatron looks away. Doesn’t want to wonder what happened to the Seeker’s old friend. If he’s still online or was lost in the war. Doesn’t want to feel pity for the other mech. These four sparklings and you are his, he’ll do anything to protect this family. But he doesn’t want to understand Starscream, doesn’t want to forgive all of those betrayals and murder attempts. Not yet. Maybe never.

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I can't stop thinking about the bots giving their little human partner jewelry made out of their plating

Oughhhh

And none of them actually bothering to explain the significance of Conjunx gifts. I think normally, a bonded pair would exchange bits of their plating that could then be melted down and incorporated into their partner’s plating as a design that becomes a part of them. Some partners regularly exchanging bits of themselves to form elaborate tracery or each other’s names.

With humans, they’re having to be a bit creative. Most of them opting for an ornament their partner can wear. But it could literally be anything made from a piece of them (Vortex’s knife) or TFP Meg’s very obvious harness (because he wants everyone to immediately know that’s his human). I can see quite a few of them completing the ornament as they put it on the human, basically making it so it can’t be removed unless they help you or going back and pinching shut or welding the clasp if it’s a necklace and their mate keeps removing it not knowing it’s not just a pretty ornament. Humans with multiple mates end up with multiple ornaments and if the mechs are competitive, they’re constantly adding to their own to make it more ornate to outdo their rivals.

Everything Is Alright Pt 160

Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• “I swear if you two don’t stop squabbling, I’m moving in with Soundwave,” you snap and his wings tuck close to his frame guiltily. Ignoring the warlord cradling the protoform, he joins you and mass shifts offering you an arm and you eye him before leaning into him and letting him pull you close, resting his chin on your head. Had wanted to wait until you were alone with him, but he reaches into subspace to remove his gift and pulls one of your arms to him. Wants to prove his loyalty to you, because you know how awful he can be. You’ve seen him at his worst, but he wants you to understand that he’s trying to be better.

• Head resting against his shoulder, you watch him remove something shiny and intricately formed of the same colors as his plating. Exactly the same colors. It’s a bangle, you realize as he wraps it around your wrist and pinches the ends together so it’s loose, but you’re definitely not getting it off over your hand. Eyes narrowing as his lips twitch, it’s gorgeous, but it better not be the alien equivalent of a doggie collar with tags or you’re going to smack him. “I think humans do rings to signify bonding claims?” He mutters. “Cybertronians decorate each other with bits of themselves to signify their commitment.” It’s an alien wedding ring?

• Head turning to watch you hold up your arm, Starscream’s conjunx gift glittering and delicate looking around your wrist, Megatron’s lip curls in annoyance. “You’ll wear mine as well,” he mutters, hating that the words become a question. And you look up at him in surprise. “I’m sure Soundwave will want to mark you, too.” Venting as he imagines your bare skin decorated in a piece of him. Of taking you wearing nothing but that.

• Running a servo over your soft skin and the bangle, it soothes him in a way he didn’t expect to see you marked with him. Spike stirring behind his plating as you intertwine your fingers with his servos. “Our young will be well protected,” he mutters sullenly, glaring at Megatron watching him and you with an unexpectedly raw hunger on his face. Understanding the warlord even as he doesn’t want to. “With three of us to guard and raise them.”

• That cost him. Can tell by the way Starscream’s jaw clenches and it makes you love him even more for trying because he doesn’t want to. But he knows you want him to. Reaching up to tug his head down, you kiss him. Hear him growl as he drags you into his lap to straddle him, mouth sliding against yours. Unable to actually tell Star that you’d already decided to raise the kids like they have three dad’s since you’re stuck with all three of them. Because you’re not looking forward to that fight. Little steps, little battles. Feel his servos tunnel into your hair, the kiss becoming a hungry demand as Megatron loudly clears his vents and you ignore him.

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Do either of the megatron mommy’s twins have a sensory crown?

🤣 oh no, little cockatiel babies

Exhaustion

Megatron x Reader, Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader

• Of course they’re little monsters, just look at their dad. Groaning as one twin begins whining, the little panels on his head flaring up slightly like a tiny cockatiel, you brace yourself for the screaming. He doesn’t disappoint you. And his twin immediately joins in, his own panels lifting. Shoulders slumping as of course, your oldest two both react. Your daughter wailing even though she’s fine and Soundwave’s son staring up at you with wide optics, distressed because the others are upset.

• Wings flicking as he hears the noise, he strides over, Megatron following in his wake and you just look up at them, one twin in your arms, Soundwave’s son clinging to you, and his daughter shrieking her head off. And you point at him. “They’re your kids right now,” you say, holding a screaming sparkling out in demand. You can’t be serious. Except you look so tired his spark hurts.

• Venting as your exhaustion spills into him, Soundwave reaches to cup his tiny son in his hands. And you’re just staring tiredly as he opens his cassette compartment and begins putting the younglings inside one by one, crooning to calm them down and coax them into recharging. Watching you give him a thumbs up before wandering over to your bedding. And just slumping face down on it.

• “It’ll get better,” Megatron says, trying to sound more confident than he feels. Because the twins only seem to have two modes. Sleeping or screaming nonstop and it’s starting to wear at you. Starting to wear at all of them. The other two weren’t like that. You don’t even protest when Starscream climbs up and mass shifts to join you, curling his frame around you.

• Lifting your head to glare at Megatron, you very deliberately flip him off. Because his kids like to freaking bite. And there’s never any warning. They just go from staring innocently up at you to denta sinking into your arms. They never break the skin, but you shouldn’t feel like you need elbow length leather gloves to handle the twins. No one else is their personal chew toy. Just you. Little menaces just like their dad.

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i keep seeing everyone sharing their pets and wanted to share my stinkies 🥺

Also new to your blog but i absolutely love the way you write Screamer!! Obsessed

Cute!

Learning

Starscream

• “No, little one, pay attention,” he says, reaching to gently tug your daughter’s servos out of her mouth. “Watch me.” And he’s flaring his wings slightly. Not that the toddler is paying any attention whatsoever. Warbling cheerfully, she reaches up to pat her damp hand against his cheek as he vents in frustration. He’d said it’s going to be a while before she can fly, but he can’t seem to stand not teaching her right now and you like seeing this side of him.

• Smiling indulgently at his little spark, he glances at where you’re sprawled in your nest of blankets, your son curled against you, recharging, his little servos fisted in your shirt. “You really want a flying toddler?” You ask, voice soft as you offer him an amused little smile. “Because she gets into everything already.”

• “She can’t fly yet, but she can learn motor control,” he growls and your son whines softly, kicking you with a ped. Running your palm over his helm, he calms and buries his face against you. Humming softly, you brush a fingertip over one of the little fin-like audials on his helm and he lifts his head to stare up at you, warbling softly.

• Distracted by you fussing over Soundwave’s sparkling, he knows the klik his daughter notices your attention is on her brother. Chirping shrilly, little hands out as her face scrunches up and he vents. Knows the lesson is over. Carrying her over to you, he settles in the nest facing you, both sparklings between the two of you. And you smile as your daughter drapes herself over your shoulder and neck, fussing as her wings flick trying to commandeer all of your attention. Spark warming at his little family. And he freezes when Soundwave’s son abandons you to pat a tiny hand against his chassis, looking up at him with serious optics.

• Watching Star hesitantly offer a hand to your son, you can’t tell what the seeker is thinking when your kid immediately starts gumming his servos. You’d been so worried he wouldn’t, couldn’t, love both kids. That he’d dote on his and ignore or resent your son, but as he smiles faintly, you relax. Because he’s trying for you, learning to care about others instead of putting himself first and you know it’s hard for him. And he’s probably not going to like it when you start teaching the kids they both have three dads.

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Awwww babies! 💕 I hope you’re all doing well!

Warm

Starscream

• “Lazy human,” he murmurs affectionately, servos tunneling in your hair and you lift your head from where you’re sprawled on the mass displaced mech enough to make a face at him. But you have no desire to get up, he’s warm and you’re enjoying a rare moment of quiet. Smiling when his head lifts to press a kiss against the tip of your nose. “Do you regret any of it?” You ask. Because you know you complicated his life, ruined his plans.

• Venting against you as your soft fingers trace designs on his neck, he drapes an arm across you. “You mean the sharing you with my mortal enemy and being forever tied to him? Or the sheer drama that you cause without meaning to just by being you?” He teases and you shoot him a filthy look to make one corner of his mouth quirk. “I have regrets, but you’ve never been one of them.”

• “Even if I make you miserable?” Why can’t you drop it? Trying to ease the question with a weak smile, but the answer matters so much it’s hard to breathe as his chin tucks against his chassis to study you with those pretty red optics. Wondering if he’s only saying that he doesn’t regret tying himself to you so he doesn’t hurt your feelings.

• Trying to figure out if you’re being serious, he lazily combs through your hair with his servos. “Even then,” he decides, pleased when you smile and hide your face against him. “Besides, you don’t make me miserable. Your other mates do. They’re terrible.”

• “Soundwave’s not so bad,” you mutter and he makes a noise of disagreement. Megatron? He’s better than he was, but he still can’t help baiting Starscream, though most of the time now he’s fixated on your daughter. You don’t know if it’s because he ended up the carrier for longer than you were, but he loves her. It still makes your chest hurt anytime you see that tiny new sparkling cupped in his huge hands, the way he smiles at her, you know he’d burn the world down to protect her.

• “Not so bad? Always monopolizing my mate,” Starscream grumbles, servos cupping your cheek. Knows you’re carrying Soundwave’s new spark, but he’s never shared well. Even with his own trine. His new trine, he has even more issues trusting. Still tenses whenever he sees his daughter with Megatron, the fear of what those hands can do stringing him tight. Trusts you. Your other mates? Not so much. Brushing a kiss against your forehead, he vents to stir your hair when you cuddle closer against him. But he’s learning to trust for you even if he can’t forgive Megatron.

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Hi author!!

this is actually my first time requesting—so I hope it isn’t awkward or out of place!!

I think it would be so cute if shockwave in Everything is Alright would somehow become the designed babysitter for all of readers sparklings!

I can either imagine this going surprisingly well or terrible (lol)

tysm! (btw feel free to ignore if it’s not ur jam, and I love how you portray starscream!)

-anon

🤣 One unsettling and slightly creepy babysitter coming up. He just won’t leave, so reader is forced to deal with him

Lonely

Shockwave

• Tense, you watch your daughter frown up at Shockwave. Thankful she can’t actually do more than warble incoherently, because you’re pretty sure she’d ask what’s wrong with his face. Or lack thereof. And despite your protests, none of your mates seem all that inclined to bluntly order the other mech to leave, so he just shows up. Looms awkwardly to make you uncomfortable and says very little. He’s at least mass displaced right now, because it’s worse when he just stands in a corner full size and stares. Skin prickling when he crouches to stretch out a servo, antenna flicking when your daughter grabs on, little wings flicking.

• Staring at the little seeker as she tugs at his servo, he awkwardly shuffles in a crouch where she wants him to go and the sparkling reaches out to grab a plush earth animal with her other hand and hold it out with a chirp. Sitting down, she warbles when he doesn’t take the plush, letting go of his servo to shove the toy in his lap before wobbling off to find another one. Showing him her toys apparently. And his head turns to find you watching him with a frown, Megatron’s twins curled into you. For some reason the sight of you with your young always fills him with a strange longing, making his processor chaotic with broken memories that aren’t really his.

• Running a hand over one twin’s head, you feel the little panels flare slightly under your touch. And watch your oldest son join his sister in offering toys to ‘uncle’ Shockwave. “They trust you,” you mutter and his head turns, that single optic staring at you. “Don’t you dare do anything to ruin that.” Because you don’t trust him at all, the lonely mech creeping you out no matter how much he hangs around.

• “You’re a good carrier. Fiercly protective of your young,” he growls, antenna flicking as another plush toy is placed in his lap. Your daughter warbling and chirping happily, while your oldest son is strangely silent. The little mech can vocalize, just choosing not to and he knows it worries you. Suspects the youngling might have inherited his sire’s outlier ability, but he’s not been allowed to scan him. “Yes, thank you. It’s a very lovely impossibly pink horse with a bony growth on its head,” he tells your daughter as she grins up at him and his spark aches. Feeling like something is missing, like this should have been his. A mate and young. But he’d never found a partner, never bonded. Even if he sometimes dreams of a human mate he doesn’t know, with a soft voice and hands. Coming online physically sick, hurting like someone’s torn out his spark when those dreams infect him.

• Wincing when one of the twins yawns and sinks his little denta into your thumb hard enough to make your eyes water, but not breaking the skin, you inhale slowly. Shuddering as he starts sucking your thumb with a muffled mnnn of noise. “I love my kids,” you mutter, even if two of them use you as a chew toy. Which is why you’re watching him like a hawk. As lovely as a break would be, you can’t trust him alone with your kids. And he’s staring at you, head tipped. ‘What’s that feel like? Love?’ He asks, sounding so serious you just blow out a breath. Biting back a smart ass comment, because Soundwave’s told you what happened to Shockwave. You pity him, but that doesn’t mean you have to like his creepy ass or want him near your kids.

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Nice! 🤣 I’m corrupting everyone

Everything Is Alright Pt 159

Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Glancing over at Megatron as the warlord cradles the protoform in the crook of an arm, you feel the weight of Starscream’s accusation hanging in the air between you. But they’re talking. Something you’re not sure they really do without Megatron trying to murder Star for contradicting him. “You recruit us, name us your commanders, and then ignore our advice,” Starscream mutters into the silence. “We believed in you, but you never believed in us, did you?”

• Toying with those little servos, Megatron’s aware of that little, somnolent spark nestled inside his own. That it’s not his even if it feels like it is. And he can’t help but love that fragile life, wanting to feel those little servos grip his. To hold their warmth and weight in his hands, hear them laugh. None of it meant to be his. “Betrayal leaves scars,” he growls, touching the curve of its cheek. “I learned to do what ever I had to in order to survive in a world that saw me as expendable. Worthless. I wasn’t after power for power’s sake, though.”

• Bristling at the accusation, Starscream’s wings flare, trembling in outrage. And hating that there’s some truth in those words. “Maybe I wanted power as much as I wanted change,” he admits, hesitating when you lay a cheek on his servo, looking up at him. Calming him. “But you became blinded by your obsession with the Prime.” Freezing at the soft ‘so I did’ from the other mech, he’s not sure he’s ever heard any admission of wrongdoing from Megatron.

• This is good. Talking without trying to murder each other. And okay, they’re refusing to look at each other, but it’s a start. “Maybe this little one will be my successor, a little mining frame like their sire,” Megatron adds to make Starscream drop you on your butt on the desk, knocking his chair over with a snarl. So much for no fighting. Glaring at Megatron as he offers you a crooked smile, because he couldn’t resist being a jerk for one whole, serious conversation?

• “Just because you stole my new spark from my mate doesn’t mean you’re the sire!” Starscream snarls at him, wings trembling with outrage and Megatron clears his vents with a chuckle up until you just shake your head looking disgusted to make him feel guilty. ‘Your mate gave me the new spark. Trusted me,’ Megatron counters, ignoring the Seeker completely to tuck the protoform closer to his frame. Because this little one will never suffer through what he has. He’s going to make sure of that.

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Why, hello, yes, shockwave pussy anon #26 here: I would like to see shockwave creampied. Now have a good day, good sir. 🎩🤏

ahhh youre so right i AM a little late on my union dues, aren't I?

great practice drawing cum <3

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Here is my dog Butch for who likes to stick its tongue out but incredibly afraid of little ants. I named him after the the dog in tom and jerry hehehe. May we get another chapter of 'Everything is alright'?

Aww! Cutie!

xD Shocky is assuming the human still has the original new spark and that it’s Star’s kid. He’s not figured out there are two sparklings or that Megs is now a mommy. The one Megs has just needs spark merging, but Soundwave’s new spark the reader has needs nanites and spark bonding both.

Everything Is Alright Pt 158

Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• “Be that as it may,” Megatron growls, voice low and colder than you’ve ever heard it as he stares at you in Starscream’s hand, expression blanking. And he’s sitting on Starscream’s berth like he has every right to be here. Know he’s just delighting in messing with Star just like how he can’t seem to stop himself from saying shitty things to you if Star’s around just to try and get a rise out of you. “I don’t think either of you can make me leave,” Megatron adds, picking up your blanket and rubbing it between his servos.

• Venting in your lingering scent, he’s not sure why Starscream’s words bother him. It’s not like he cares what the Seeker thinks. But the way you’re looking at him? Hates that disgusted look on your face, like you can’t stand him sometimes. Hates the vulnerable way it makes him feel even more. Weakness is death, knows that. Learned it in the mines then had it reinforced in the gladiatorial matches. Soft things like you, dreams of a family aren’t meant for him and he knows it. “Why are you like this?” You ask, sounding more tired than like you expect an actual answer.

• “What do you expect from someone with his background?” Starscream grumbles, refusing to sit anywhere near the warlord and risk him trying to take you. And Megatron bares his denta in a cold smile. Knows that a comment like that would normally warrant him losing a wing, getting beaten to the point of being in danger of offlining, but Megatron can’t risk that anymore and they both know it. He’s safe from Megatron because of you.

• “You had no issue with my background when you pledged your and your trine’s undying loyalty to me,” Megatron says, optics locking on you as he talks to Star. You hear Star’s wings lift in affront with a shush of sound, but you can’t look away from Megatron. “But we all know how little your loyalty is worth.” There it is, swallowing a groan, you know they’re about to get into it again. That hatred between them a living thing.

• “You betrayed me first,” Starscream snarls, wings flaring. ‘If you’re going to start screaming at each other, put me down over on the desk or take me to Soundwave, please,’ you say, sounding so exhausted he immediately feels guilty. Venting in aggravation, because he doesn’t want to upset or stress you, he sits down heavily at his desk, back to Megatron. “You made us all a promise you knew you couldn’t deliver,” he mutters, rubbing a servo apologetically against your cheek. The warmth of you helping calm him, even though that old hurt is never going to completely go away. Or be forgiven.

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