#shuddap

meanwhile my muse’s mind is in overdrive and he’s just sittin here all: 

“ what’s up with the rations, where do they get the rations if the farm was dyin, why don’t the rations look more like plants, what tf happened to the bodies that were killed in that pit? can you even set fire to them? is that possible? DOESNT IT FUCK UP WITH THE AIR IN THE BUNKER? WTF IS G OIN  O N .  “

(Okay, okay, okay. Yesterday, the 25th of May is my birthday, so I decided to do a scenario about what would happen if MTMTE Megatron heard it was their human s/o’s birthday today and he decides to do something for them on their special day. No one wanted this, and it’s a bit late. but I worked on it last night. anyway, I just really like how it turned out.) 

Megatron is the kind of mech who doesn’t even celebrate his own creation day - he rather dreads it - but when he sees the excitement in your eyes the month before your Birthday as you explain it to him he immediately thought to himself he needed to get you something. But what? What do earth females like? What would you like?? Well, he’s a classy mech, and the net time they stop at an organic planet, he picks up all the things he needed for your special day. 

Then that day finally comes. You went through the day as normally as possible. You had caught yourself making mistakes all day and had been quite the klutz. Today was not a good day.

You tiredly walk back to your Hab (which you shared with Megs) and opened the hab door. When you looked up, you saw Megatron with his back to you and he was putting a tablecloth on a small table at the side of the room. He places down two similar bottles and dishes of different food. Some familiar, some not. When he turned around, he jumped at the sight of you.

“ …You’re home early,” he said.

You nodded, “What’s this?” you ask, looking at him with a tired smile. You walked in and set papers and bag down on a table on the opposite side of the room.

“You said it was your Birthday today, and I thought I’d get you something special for this special occasion.” he explains, avoiding eye contact.

“Aw, Megs, you didn’t need to.” you say.

He tried his best. With the advice from Swerve (and other bots who were on earth), he ended up making a really expensive dish and got you some red wine. And whatever cybertronians eat, you don’t know, but it was some sort of Energon food. And he’s actually a really good at cooking human food! It took him a few times, but he knew he got it right just for you.

And as much as he was told no to, ‘girls do like that kind of thing’, he wrote you a poem. You read it with a smile, it was Megatron, it was Megatron being himself. And the thing that really made the poem was he didn’t compare you to the ocean or a sky, but rather explained why he was thankful you were alive. If you were never born, you wouldn’t be here with him now. You wouldn’t have helped him feel happy upon this ship full of bots who didn’t like him for all the horrible things he’s done. He explains how he didn’t even know why you liked him, why you were so kind to him when he first arrived aboard the Lost Light, but he was is thankful for you. ‘Thank you, sweetspark.’ it ended with. You smiled and hugged him. You told him you loved him as you tightly wrapped your hands around his neck, he returned the gesture with a hug of his own and when he broke it, you seemed to be down, so he quickly put it all away and you laid down for the final event