It takes so much to get used to, but you wouldn’t have it any other way with your big mech. One careful digit rubs up and down your back, enjoying the moment before he speaks.

“How would you prefer our ceremony be, my spark?” His low voice sends a tremble down your spine.

You lift your head up to look at him, a hum vibrates in your throat as you try and think.

“Well, what are some traditions cybertronians have? Maybe we could combine some of our cultures?”

Optimus smiles softly, the age on his face plate showing as smile lines begin to show.

“I’d offer you my innermost energon, but I am not sure how it would work with your organic body,” his thumb gently rubs across the top of your head, “perhaps I could make you a veil or sash in the colors of the nebula, Earth fabrics are much easier to come by than on cybertron.”

Your eyes sparkle at the mention and he can’t help but chuckle at how cute you are, always so excited to learn more about cybertronian culture.

“On Cybertron conjunxes to be would hand craft or buy a veil, sash, or shoulder cape, often in pink, purple, green, yellow, something that would match your conjunx’s paint job.” Optimus’s optics soften remembering his home planet, thinking back on traditions that haven’t been held in so long, “Fabric was rare back home, it was a luxury, and so it became a romantic gesture to get some for your beloved.”

You move up, sitting further up his chassis to kiss the underside of his jaw, "A veil would look beautiful on you.”

Optimus blinks, his optics cycling as he processes your words, his cheeks dusting a light blue flustered by such a saying.

 "Ah. You believe so?" His voice is soft, bashful even.

"Absolutely, to make you a pretty veil of purple and yellow, maybe with some star-like designs. Would you want one, or would you prefer a sash?"

You can feel your own cheeks heating up almost burning like it’s you who’s being praised, your heart rate picking up filling with so much love it’s overwhelming, still not used to the deeper connection that the spark bonding has allowed.

"Well…It's tradition for Primes to wear a cape to their ceremonies.” 

Your eyes narrow at him, his voice may be even but you can feel the slight change in feel through the bond.

"That’s a fun fact, but what does Optimus want to wear to his ceremony?"

“My love, it’s fine, truly.” He chuckles, though it’s coy.

“No, I don’t want you to feel like you have to wear a cape just because you’re a prime. It’s our big day, one we both are sharing, I want you to have something you want.” You lean into his neck cables, nuzzling against him with a smile on your face as his engine begins to rumble, happy and content.

Carefully the large mech leans into you, basking in your warmth against him.

 "Anything you offer will be perfect, as it will have come from your hands, your spark. But you will need similar garments. Do you have a preference?" Though he already has a feeling you’re leaning towards a veil for him, and he cannot lie, the idea of you making him a veil and wearing it for your ceremony makes his spark soar.

You hum, thinking about his question but nothing really comes to mind.

"Hm…” You hum, thinking about his question but nothing really comes to mind, “Not really. I trust you to find something that suits me, I know you have good taste.”

You kiss his neck, smiling at his engine purring. You both fall into a comfortable silence, thinking of what else to plan for or ask, or maybe if there is something you two are forgetting? You are broken from your thoughts when Optimus wraps his servos around you, moving you from your place and setting you beside his helm, allowing him to roll over and face you.

"We spoke of the traditions of Cybertron, but what of Earth? This is your ceremony as well; what do Earth weddings usually consist of?"

Blinking a few times a light bulb goes off in your head, realizing you didn’t mention any human traditions.

"Oh! For where I'm from, there's usually an officiant, someone legally able to create binds between two people. I imagine Fowler wouldn't mind filling that role. Ratchet could too; he'd just need to fill out a form online."

Optimus hums, noting human ceremonies sound simpler than he thought, perhaps a few more steps than Cybertronian ones, but still easy enough.

"That is quite simple. There are no other requirements?"

"Not for an officiant. There are also witnesses, usually in the form of bridesmaids and groomsmen. We can talk with the others about who stands at your side and who stands at mine, though."

"Witnesses…?” Optimus tilts his helm a little. Sure ceremonies could have family and amicas, but it wasn’t a requirement.

You softly laugh at confused puppy-like expressions.

"To corroborate that we are married by a legal officiant, silly.” Your smile widens as you remember another detail, “Then there's cake! The couple usually cut the first slice together. I've already been talking with Ratchet about being able to make energon goodies, so we can make one cake-shaped for our ceremony too.” You aren’t sure why you feel so shy after rambling so much, meeting his soft blue optics with a nervous glance, “If you'd want to do that?”

A rush of affection rushes through your body, your eyes stinging with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks from the intensity. Optimus reaches to you, the knuckle of his index finger gently rubbing against your cheek.

You smell of something his Olfactory Sensor can’t quite determine though he doesn’t find it very pleasant. His spark hums with worry as he gently lifts you up, but blinks confused when you lean against his thumb, looking up at him with such a glazed over loving expression he wasn’t use to seeing.

“You’re pretty.”

His brain module nearly short circuits as you kiss his thumb but keep your eyes on him. He clears his intake, resetting himself from this momentary shock.

“Thank you, as you tell me. But what happened, should I awake the chief?” His scanners show no signs of damage, nothing seems to get harming you.

“Nooo, I..I wanna go to bed with my boyfriend.” You look so sad it makes his engine purr lowly to tr and comfort you as best he can.

“We can go to my habsuite and let you rest-“

“No! I need my boyfriend, I need Chase.”

The bot stands there, optics squinting trying to figure this out, you informed him humans refer to their pre-conjunx endura’s as ‘partner’s or ‘boyfriend and girlfriend so, isn’t that him?

“But that is me, correct? Aren’t I your boyfriend Chase?” He even glances at the calendar to ensure he remembers correctly you two have been together for a little over a year now, it’ll be three months ten days and two hours until your next anniversary.

You blink lazily at him before squinting up at him. Chase tilts his helm in mild confusion at your act and behavior, though it seems all is forgiven when you perk right up, big smile on your face as you reach up for him.

“Chase, I missed you! Come here, please, I wanna smooch my bot.” You try to move closer, but he is already raising you closer to his face.

“I am not sure how you missed me when I have been here with you for the last thirty seven minutes, but I missed your presence too.” He tries to quell the need to bwoop his siren at you, even now he still wishes to show you cybertronian courtship while you smother his metalic cheek in so many messy kisses.

“It is late, may I take you to my habsuite for a recharge?”

“Mhm.” You aren’t even listening just nuzzling your squishy cheek against his like a happy cat.

Once he lays down with you to his chassis you are out like a light, curled up and holding one of his digits sleeping soundly, until of course morning. Chase is an early riser, always awaking with the sun, but that has never been your style, even now when your eyes slowly open and the weight of a migraine hits you.

Your pained groans stops Chase in his tracks, optics swiftly looking for any bruising of injury he might’ve missed or accidentally cause, but you just curl into him tighter.

“Dear?”

“Please….ask Charlie for some migraine relief…and a ginger ale…and water.”

He sets you gently on his berth, making sure the makeshift bed you made here is comfortable for you before rushing off to ask for the exact things you requested. Though Chase is now being told about human drinking and the side effects it causes, which explains your behavior last night.

Though Charlie gives him a few extra things, snacks to get something in your stomach.

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Blades

A little celebration never hurt anyone! Movie night with friends made it even better, what’s the harm in a little drinking after a rough week? You don’t drink often, but it was nice on occasion. Dani was trying to speak to you, but you were already long gone mentally, your elbows on the mini table while your chin rested in your hands, your eyes locked onto Blades.

Dani was struggling not to laugh at how utterly smitten you looked, she swears if this was a cartoon you’d have little hearts surrounding you as you gazed at your big Cybertronian boyfriend. Blades wasn’t oblivious to it either, he could see you and feel your eyes boring into him, it made him flustered for you to do it so openly.

His cheeks flushed blue with energon as he tries to look back at you but he keeps looking away, his thin wings fluttering with his spark thrumming loudly in his chassis. Dani calls your name, and you can barely answer with a hum.

“You know you’re the one who picked this movie, don’t you wanna watch it? Or are you gonna stare holes into Blades all night.” She snorts as you just sigh dreamily.

“But he’s s’cute, Dani.” You groan, your head spinning but you swear you’re whispering, though to everyone else in the room you most certainly are not.

Blades giggles covering his face with his servos, he enjoys your public displays of loving him but he will never get use to knowing you love him so much that you want to show off, and let everyone know just how much you do love him.

“Dani,” you whine your friend’s name, “do…do you think I have a shot?”

“What?” Dani raises an eyebrow at you, devilish smile on her face as she realizes where this is going.

“What?” Even Blades looks at you confused, what do you mean ‘have a shot’ with him? You two are already together? He even did the human dating rituals perfectly you said!

“Why don’t you ask him yourself, I’m sure Blades would love to.”

In your drunken haze you stare at her with a pout before looking to Blades’s confused face, your expression instantly softens at the mere sight of him. The second you stand up you lose your balance, the world spinning a little too fast for you. Blades stood from the couch quickly, easily catching you and holding you gently as he places you in his lap, as he has many times before.

And yet you were staring up and him like he was he worlds greatest hero.

“Are you single?” You breathed out, hushed and airy.

Blades blinks, his yellow optics flickering between you and a very smug looking Dani as he tries to figure out if this is a test or not, is this like the time he asked you if you’d love him if he was a worm?

“No, I’m not single, you-“ blades cuts himself off when he notices the instant shift, how your eyes fill with tears and how you try to very poorly hide how you’re sniffling.

“See, I told you, no bot this pretty would be single!”

Dani pats Blades’s arm with a shake of her head, “You have fun with this, I’ll be sure to have some stuff ready for their pains in the morning, good night!” And with that she leaves him to deal with his drunken beloved.

Blades shushes you softly, placing kisses all over your face until you’re giggling at how ticklish it feels.

“I’m with you, silly!” He smiles at you, glad you stopped crying but there you go again looking at him like he hung the moon and stars, his spark can’t take it!

“Wow….”

Blades whines, finally breaking from your voice sounding so in awe.

“I got so lucky.”

“Stooop.” Though he can’t stop the giggles that leave his intake, who knew having a drunk partner could actually be so fun and silly? Though he gets the feeling you won’t be pleased about it in the morning, seems your high grade effects you like it does cybertronians.

-

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Heatwave

Heatwave only asks for one day, just one for some peace, he just wants to spend downtime with his conjunx but since it’s Kade’s creation day (or birthday, as the humans say) his team, you, and the Burns are together to celebrate. the party stretched on, and the second Cody went to bed Kade busted several differen oddly shaped bottles, as far as Heatwave was concerned it was nothing.

Despite having sat in a dark part of the yard watching the chaos unfold, you mostly sat with him on his shoulder, cuddling up to his helm, only occasionally requesting down when you wanted a drink or a snack from the food table. Heatwave clenches his jaw noting you’re taking longer this last time, you haven’t come back yet.

Glancing over to the party goers he sees you swaying but not to the beat of the music, more like you’re going to fall, though Graham is there first, easily helping you sit down, which is enough to finally worry him into going over and making sure you’re okay. Once Heatwave is close enough he can hear your conversation.

“My Conjunx will be grumpy you’re touching me.” You’re pouting angrily, squinting your eyes at Graham as your muddled mind barely remembers a thing.

Though it makes Graham laugh, “When isn’t he grumpy? Please, just stay here and let me get you some water.”

The engineer mutely sighs when you refuse, determined to stand up and find your lover, until you are shoved back into your seat with a single finger. You blink, trying so hard to glare up at the cybertronian that pushed you back down.

“Go get them that water, I’ll keep ‘em here for ya.”

“Thanks, Heatwave.” Graham says, rushing off into the house o get you that cold water.

Meanwhile you are staring up at Heatwave with a less than pleased expression, making him tilt his helm at you.

“Well, don’t you look like a ray of sunshine tonight. What’s got you up in arms?” He teases, smiling as your pitiful glare only grows more fiery.

“Hands off! I need to find my Conjunx, he’s probably worried by now.”

You are far too cute for your own good, do you know that? Heatwave will remind you of that when the high grade wears off, or whatever humans call it. Though he can’t help but chuckle, at least he knows you’d fight people off with a stick if you must. The large bot crosses his arms, smug smirk on his face.

“Oh yeah? Tell me about this Conjunx of yours. Must be a great guy to land a little thing like you.” His voice purrs in tune with his engine.

You finally smile wide, your eyes sparkling under the starry sky as you look so happy to be asked such a thing.

“He’s a big grump with a heart…a spark of gold, I swear I don’t think I could’ve gotten anymore lucky than him. I miss him…I miss him a lot.”

Heatwave cries to hold back a chuckle but fails horribly as he mocks a coo at you, “Aw poor thing, where if your conjunx?”

You flop back in your seat with such a sad whine, “I don’t knooow!…I want my Wavey.”

“Sweetspark, I’m right here, you dork.”

You look back up at him, squinting your eyes suspiciously at the large mech.

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

Heatwave rolls his optics, shaking his helm at your drunken antics, “Our spark bonding ceremony was last fall, per your request mind you.”

“Anyone could guess that!”

Heatwave stare at you meeting your judging gaze for a solid minute, long enough for Graham to come back and hand you a bottle of water, and leaving you once more since Heatwave is there to care for you. Though you two don’t break your staring contest.

“That ring on your finger was given to you by me, I only had the Chief’s help to get it for you.”

“Mhm that’s what they all say!”

“….If it weren’t for the fact I loved you I would throw you.” He sighs, but that doesn’t stop his playful tone.

You stick your tongue out at him and turn to focus opening and sipping from your water bottle, grumbling how Heatwave would make you do this if he was here. One last ditch effort, you are picked up, much to your loud complaints as Heatwave turns, making sure his back is facing any potential people as he opens his chassis, right to his spark chamber.

Your eyes widen at the dark blue spark glowing, thrumming loudly now you can hear it. The hairs on your arms stand on end as his EM field washes over your body in a silent caress. Heatwave closes his spark chamber back up and looks at your with a raised optic ridge.

“Hi Wavey.” You coo, “I missed yooou, it was awful, I was gonna die.”

Heatwave snorts a chuckle rumbling deep in his chassis as he places you back on his shoulder.

“I’m sure were, but I missed you too, it was awfully lonely without you.” He mutters, optics glowing warmly as you cheer softly and nuzzle into the side of his helm.

You’re so cute, too cute.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what happened.”

Despite Wheeljack holding you tightly in his servos, he pauses, looking back between you and Optimus.

“An ambush on a routine patrol, boss bot took a hit or few for some of the others. We ain’t got much time, we need you to-“

“Let me help. You said your tools can’t reach where it’s needed, right? Let me do it.”

The two look to you like you’re crazy, Ratchet even especially.

“What!? No! There is too much energon leaking from his fuel lines, it’s too toxic in there for you.”

Yet you don’t take it as an answer.

“Ratchet, I am not asking. We need Optimus, we can’t just stand around arguing over this, when we could be saving him!”

Wheeljack looks to the head medic with a solem expression, you are their friend too, they can’t imagine base without you, but they also need Optimus as their friend and leader. Ratchet can feel his spark sinking, he has to sacrifice one friend for another. Looking down at Optimus’s battered frame, he’s barely hanging on, if they are going to save him it has to be now.

“Fine.”

“But, Ratchet-“

“We don’t have any other way, we can’t wait around much longer.”

Wheeljack walks you to the medical berth, your heart breaking at the sight of your beloved but it makes you all the more sure. Ratchet hands you human sized thick gloves and a mask.

“These will only protect you for a short time. I will walk you through it.”

You are quick to put them on as Ratchet hands you a bunch of self adhering tape. Wheeljack loads up the x-ray, so much more in depth and clear than any you’ve ever seen, even showing you where the problem areas were.

“We will tell you where to go, but right not stop his fuel lines from leaking energon and the get to the scrap metal poking into his spark chamber.”

You nod as Ratchet helps lower you down into Optimus Chassis. It’s a mess, you want to cry at the scene before you but you stay strong, pressing on as you get to wrapping leaking lines, and pulling small metal bits from places you’re certain they aren’t suppose to be. The longer you’re in here, the heavier your head feels, but you fight to stay clear, working towards your lover’s spark.

You can hear Wheeljack and Ratchet’s voices telling you where everything is, telling you what needs wrapping, encouraging you to press on. Until you made it to Optimus’s spark, it’s massive compared to you, but you can see the issue instantly.

The metal is at an odd angle it would make the most crooked tools break, and it’s far too close to Optimus’s spark for any servos to get in here, but those decepticons didn’t account for you. You grab the sharp jagged metal, pulling and wiggling it as best you can, slowly but surely working it out until you hear it.

A pulse? A voice maybe?

You look at the bright blue glowing spark, noting how much it’s glowing.

“Shh, it’s okay Op, I’m here, I got you.” You spoke low, just for the both of you to hear, if he could hear you at all.

You grab the metal again, widening your stance and pulling again, you hear it again almost akin to a groan.

“I love you, I got you. Please, just hold on.”

You know you could die here, you know this isn’t the safest place for you like this.

You’ve been in his chassis before, it’s the safest place for you, it’s hard for anyone to get to, but for you Optimus would carry you around there. Memories what keep you going, refusing to left him fall like this.

Finally with one harsh pull the metal is freed, the force taking you down but you yell for Ratchet, moving to over get it out into the open for him to grab.

“Let me guide you this time!”

He doesn’t argue this time, grabbing the solder to close up the gaping hole behind the spark, you guide his servo making sure to be between him and Optimus’s spark, protecting him from any of Ratchet’s movements. The room is spinning, but you refuse to move, even as Ratchet starts cleaning up any leftover energon, even as the medic softly calls your name.

Your energy feels depleted, but as you lean your head against the thrumming spark, you smile, you feel safe at home.

You don’t hear the panicked voices, don’t get them calling for one of the racers to take you to a human hospital.

As your eyes slide closed, eyelids feeling heavy, you could only think about how you’d do it again in a heartbeat to save your beloved. There is a harsh glow behind your eyes, making you groan as your eyes flutter open. When did you fall asleep?

You blink as frames come into view but too difficult to make out.

“Oh thank the all spark you’re alive!” You never heard Ratchet so relieved.

“You gave us a scare, I was sure you’d be meeting Primus by now.” Wheeljack places a cold wet cloth over your forehead, chuckling as you grow in relief.

When has your body gotten so warm?

“But still, a human spark bonding with a cybertronian, I never would’ve thought that was possible.”

You groan, you’ve heard those terms before but your head is throbbing, it hurts too much to think right now. Despite the pain you can’t help but have one fleet thought, is Optimus okay? As if hearing your thoughts, you can hear a faint rumble of Optimus’s engines purring.

Sluggishly you sit up, ignoring the loud protests from the medics as you move closer to an obviously tired Optimus, who opens his optics to look at you, despite his exhaustion he looks so content and happy to see you. Optimus lifts a servo up to cup your body and hold you closer.

“Hello, my light.”

“How are you feeling?”

He hums, laying limp back against the medical berth.

“Tired, but are you okay? You shouldn't have-“

You cut him off with a stern grunt.

“I’d do it again, I’d do it as many times as it takes to make sure you’re alive and well. I love you, and I refuse to not at least try.”

The others in the room leave to give you two some alone time. Leaving you and your beloved alone. He seems to hear your words, but seems somewhat dazed.

“Do you have a preference for when to hold our ceremony? Or maybe you have a tradition you want incorporated?”

“Huh?”

You look up to Optimus, who now looks confused at you. You two have been dating for a while of course, acts of intamacy, acts of disclosure, acts of giving, you two had been doing such things for years, was this not your act of devotion? Was this not the grand gesture of love you intended it to be?

But you spark bonded with him, he can feel the ties between you two now.

Did you not know? Surely you had to, your actions were loud and clear, your words were even louder.

“My love, don’t look at me like that, please.” You kiss his chin, trying to soothe him.

You feel an ache in your chest, it feels so heavy, can you feel his emotions now? Surely not.

“You bonded my spark to you, it’s not something that can be forced, I thought you wanted to make it official if Ratchet and Wheeljack haven’t told the others yet.”

Though your head is spinning, you feel light headed at the idea of marrying Optimus Prime, you didn’t know you could do that! But seeing his expression so light and dreamy makes your heart swoon, you don’t think you could tell him no.

Brainstorm has always been one clingy mech even after all these years together that still hasn’t changed. you chuckle nuzzling your face into his neck cables, his arms around your neck as he’s sat comfortably in your lap. His squeals and giggles are still as cute as ever.

“Say it again, pleeease?” The scientist pleads, rapidly fluttering his optics trying to bait you into giving him more.

How different he sounds asking for more praise, once he use to be so teasing like he couldn’t hear you and now here he’s begging for more. You smile pressing more kisses along his neck cables, earning more giddy giggles from him.

“You’re so smart.” you mutter into his metal. Dermas slowly dragged up and under his audial receptor to press another kiss, “My handsome mech, so pretty for me.”

Brainstorm’s shriek is loud in your audials but it’s worth it to see his wings wiggling so happily, and a cute blue blush coating his cheeks.

“Mhm! Tell me more, just a liiittle more.”

You roll your optics playfully, unable to deny your sweet conjunx.

“You’re so needy, Stormy, what have I not been loving you enough?” It’s nothing more than a playful tease, but the smaller mech jumps to defend himself.

“No, of course not! But is it so wrong to want to hear you say sweet things about me?” He sighs dramatically, gold colored optics looking into your rich bright ones, “I’ve missed you for so many cycles, I never thought I’d get to hear your voice again.”

You chuckle at how dramatic he is, you weren’t even gone that long, honest! Just a few weeks on a mission, a task needed to be done, but your beloved Conjunx acts like you’ve been away from him for millions of stellar cycles.

You smile at him, kissing his mask, “Well, you have me now, right? I can make up for lost time now.”

His arms tighten around you pressing your chassis firmly together, one wrong move would scratch both of your paint jobs. The sound of steam releasing makes your finials twitch, watching as his mask retracts to finally reveal his dermas, which he is quick to press against your own. His arms pull back just to place his servos on either side of your face plate, holding you close, pressing his dermas firmer against yours as if this would be the last time he’d ever see you.

you move your servos from his hips and sliding up his back strut, leaving one to rest on his lower back and the other resting between his fluttering wings. Brainstorm hums into the kiss, the feelings almost overwhelming his spark forcing him to pull away to in-vent properly.

“I love you, my pretty mech.” You coo, kissing the corner of his dermas, engine near purring at the texture of his unique intake.

“I love you too, my spark. My stunning conjunx.” Brainstorm spoke, leaning in once more just for a servo to be placed on his cheek and shoved away.

The flight bot looks to you in shock but swiftly sees your flushed cheeks and optics looking away from him.

“Stop that, this is supposed to be about you getting praise, not me.”

Yet that does little to hold back the devious scientist before you, if anything it just makes his grin grow and optics sparkling at the opportunity in front of him.

“What? Are you telling me I can’t tell my Conjunx how pretty they are? How much do they mean to me?”

“Stoooop.”

Yet he does in fact not stop, his dermas puckering and kissing the servo pushing him away.

“Nooo! I need to tell you how stunning you are! Such a thick luscious frame asking to be held, with such a smart intake to sass me with, and beautiful optics catching my attention-mm!”

Brainstorm halfheartedly glares at you, who shoves both your servos over his intake. you toss your helm back against the chair, staring up at the ceiling and trying to still your thrumming spark. You can feel your face plate burning, your cheeks flushed a deep blue as you try to calm down.

The scientist moves under your servos, slamming his helm into your neck cables and kissing furiously wherever he could reach making you squeal at the ticklish sensation. Each kiss getting paired with a soft ’mwah! Mwah! Mwah!’ the wet feeling of his kisses making you squirm under him. your laughter echoing in the lab you two are sitting in, trying so hard to push his helm away and get him to stop.

“S-stormyyy! Quit it- pff! That tickles-!” You shriek, squirming under him and trying to escape his kisses.

“Not until I get it through your helm that I love you!”

“I know! I know!” you tried to plead, you know he cares and adores you! But it falls on deaf audials, you underestimated his affection and just how stubborn he can be when he has a point to prove.

You set the energon cubes by the head of his berth before climbing up, thanking primus he’s a minibot so it’s not too much of a struggle. Once on the metal slab you walk towards him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder giving him a light shake, well, as shake as best you could.

“Swerve,” you call again, “you gotta wake up, I brought some energon for ya.”

His dim visor slowly begins to brighten showing he’s waking up, you watch it stay a steady soft blue for a moment before he seems to process you’re right there. 

“M’sorry, didn’t hear ya come in.” 

Your heart breaks at how weak he sounds, how devoid of energy and life his tone is. You lean against his helm in a makeshift hug, yet he doesn’t move to return the gesture. No big deal, you think, you can carry the energy for the both of you.

“I was so worried when you didn’t call after work, I tried calling you but it went straight to voicemail. I brought you some energon, it’s probably not a lot, it's just what I could carry.” You can barely stop yourself from rambling as you smile at him, just happy to see him again.

Swerve stares for a minute, then another, so long you open your mouth to ask him something before you notice tears leaking onto the berth below him, just as he sluggishly brings a servo up to cover his face plate before rolling away from you, his back strut now facing you as he curls into himself.

“There’s no point, just leave me here.” 

You frown at his words but that won’t stop you, you walk around to his face ignoring his mild confusion as you sit right under his chin, flopping over to lay down and cuddling closer.

“Fine, then I’ll lay here with you.” You nuzzle your cheek against his neck cables before getting comfy.

The habsuite falls silent the most Swerve can hear anymore is your soft breathing.

Why are you here, why did you care to come visit him when he’s been ignoring you? He’s useless, he doesn’t see or understand why you’d even bother with someone as pathetic as him. Swerve can feel your warmth against him, it’s comforting even if he believes he doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve you.

Yet here he is greedy for you and your touch.

Swerve bites his derma trying to stifle a sob threatening to tumble from his throat, but his frame begins to shake trying to hold it all in as more tears slide across his nasal ridge.

You don’t say anything, it’s clear he needs this, but you lightly press your head to his chin much like a cat offering affection. You press a kiss to his neck cables silently assuring him you are there for him.

Swerve brings his servos up, cupping around you to hold you close to him as he quietly cries, unable to process how you even tolerate him, he’s a mess, he’s a nobody, he and his bar are just taking up space.

“Swervy,” oh how his spark clenches at your soft voice, “you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but just know I’m always here for you, I love you, okay? No matter how mean your brain module is to you, that won’t change how I feel about you, there isn’t anything I won’t do for you.”

Swerve squeezes his optics shut as he lets out all his tears, sobs wrecking his frame as he clings to you. You place soft kisses wherever you can reach, gently rubbing your hand across the top of his servos trying to soothe him. You’ll stay with him no matter what, once he is done crying you’ll try to get him to eat, maybe turn a sitcom on and let him gain a little more energy.

He’s happy to be a half attempt at being a little spoon for you. If it means he stays locked in your arms like this, the pressure on his helm feels amazing too! Your optics move looking down to your thighs, where Jetstorm lays limp as your makeshift pillow to keep your thighs apart.

How sweet of him, you always struggle when your thighs touch while you rest, what a sweetspark to offer his help. You can’t see it at this angle, but you can feel his smile from how raised his cheeks are.

“Stormy, are you doing okay too?” you tilt your helm with a grin, chuckling at the mindless hum he offers.

“Am bestest here, most comfortable. Can I recharge here?” Nimble digits caress your outer thigh, weakly trying to pull your thighs silently asking for you to squish him, which You happily give.

Jetstorm groans but his sound is cut off with the squeeze of your thick thighs clamping around his helm, his venting comes out sputtering struggling to work, but the smaller mech whines as You lessens your grip and relaxes.

“No, no, no, again, pleeease?”

“Sweet mech, if I do I think I’d be sending you to the all spark.”

“That is okay with me!” The blue mech leans his helm back trying to look up at you from his spot. Visor gleaming with excitement.

“Aw, but then I’d miss you.” you coo, teasing your sweet mech. Setting your datapad down to stroke his helm, slowly cupping his cheek.

A loud engine revving tears from his chassis, nearly stalling. Cheeks darkening in color as a dopey grin pulls across his dermas.

“Okay okay nevermind, I’m good like this.”

Patting his cheek you let him go, reaching for your datapad once more before a whine stops you.

“But what about me?” Jetfire whines, servos tugging at the wrist that has him locked.

“Oh my fire, I could never forget about you.” You purr, kissing his squished cheek, slowly moving to his forehelm, “I love my bots too much.”

Both positions have pros and cons, but this is paradise, this is why the two wish to die.

Though it might end up being from a rampaging Sentinel who is losing his mind as the twins ignore yet another attempt of contact, leaving Jazz to sit through yet another rant.