ok so. i wrote a little bit of this. this isnāt all of it and i might add more but if you guys enjoy this slop lmk. ik itās not entirely accurate i havenāt finished RID and ik screamer is gone but itās my slop and i choose the toxic yaoi . sorry itās lowkey dogshit and very short i wrote it on 0 sleep. it ended up getting less silly and more angsty at the end too LOL
āAre you going to Drift and Ratchetās conjunxing party?ā
[Did you seriously just ask me if Iām going to the conjunxing of my best friend?]
āYes,ā Bee sighed. āYou have an answer? I heard you refused to officiate.ā
He heard a loud and exhausted sigh on the other side of the line. And maybe a sound that resembled a helm clinking vividly against a table.
[I didnāt ārefuse,ā I politely declined] Rodimus replied, and Bumblebee could practically hear the roll of his optics. [Of course Iām fucking going. What kinda piece of shit friend just doesnāt go to their friendsā conjunxing?]
Bee picked up one of the data pads stacked on his desk absentmindedly and began skimming through it. Another one of Starscreamās proposed speeches for the Galactic Council that heād asked for feedback on.
āWhy arenāt you officiating?ā
[Did you genuinely call me just to pry into my personal life, or was there an actual reason you woke me up at this Primus-damned hour?]
Bumblebee froze. Heād been procrastinating it, even in the call. Damn it.
āI donāt know if I should go,ā he said finally, after a minute of silence. Rodimusās irritated pede-tapping (which had started during Bumblebeeās awkward silence) suddenly stopped.
[You, Bumblebee, long time friend of Ratchet of Vaporex, are on the fence about being there for one of the most important cycles of his functioning?] Rodimus nearly sounded incredulous.
āItās not that I donāt value Ratchet and our friendship,ā Bumblebee snapped back, his wings flicking in annoyance. āBut. Well. Drift and Iā¦ā
[No, no, go on. What about you and my best friend? The mech your old pal Ratch has the pleasure of loving and calling his. The mech whoās nearly sacrificed his spark over and over and over for the Autobot cause. What about him, my beloved friend Bumblebee?]
Bumblebee slammed the data pad back down on his desk.