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I'm holding a gun to my head with this one

Hello there! May I ask for a shadowbee pic where Shadowstriker holds Bee down by sitting on his lap as she rises above him, looking at him, smirking with amusement. She draws a finger down his chest, and he looks up at her with a nervous grin. He clunches his fists, grabbing a fabric of the berth.

Important note: Shadow should have her reworked body for plot purposes

Buh- I'm not skilled enough to do the backgrounds and proper lighting

Hope you still enjoy this tho!

Fuck accurate anatomy

Honestly I don't like the composition of this

But it is what it is v-v

Arcee, holding Shadow Striker's hand: hey I'm lesbian

Hot Rod, a known himbo: I thought you were cybertronian

Soundwave getting stuck in the shadow zone after attempting to defeat tarn.

After defeating Tarn he thought that was the end. Except it wasn't and now he was trapped. Waking up he found himself in the exact same spot where he'd "died."

Except he was still there... Sort of. Watching as everyone looked around happy to be alive. He ignored them instead looking around for Hot Rod who stood up. He was relived to find him mostly uninjured and surprised, when the Autobot called his name. Looking around for him with his usual happy grin.

He tried to respond and tell Hot Rod that he was alive. Only to discover to his horror that no one could hear him. Instead he watched Hot Rods spoiler fall and a sad look crossed his face. One he was familiar with. It was a face of pain and loss. His spark squeezed and he wanted to reach out and comfort him.

He was distracted by Laserbeak flying over and crying out for him.

It hurt and he found himself reaching through their bond trying to reassure her. Except it didn't work. Something was blocking it.

He tried touching her in an attempt to reassure. Only to gasp as his hand went through. He tried going to Shadow Striker and waved his arms in front of her face. Only for her to walk right through him and go to Laserbeak. He watched her comfort his cassette and felt a sinking suspicion he didn't want to believe.

It was something Shockwave mentioned. It was about dimensions like their own except you couldn't do anything. Nothing was solid and no one from their dimension could see or hear you. Shockwave had always theorized about this place calling it the perfect Autobot prison.

At the time he hadn't given it much thought. Thinking it was a stupid idea. Now he was sick with the realization, that he was trapped here with no way of getting out.

Time moved both slowly and quickly. He watched his funeral only because he didn't have anything else to do. There was no other reason. He didn't care what anyone said about him.

However when Hot Rod spoke he found himself drawn towards him. He watched as he held back tears, body trembling as he gave a eulogy.

He must be going soft because watching Hot Rod cry made his spark ache. He reached out a hand wanting to comfort him, only to quickly pull back when it went through.

Pain overwhelmed him and he left. Only returning after it was over and Hot Rod was walking home. He watched as Shadow Striker handed him a bag of stuff.

"He'd want you to have this."

Hot Rod took it, his hands trembling. Neither of them said anything they didn't have to. Instead they shared a look, just between the two of them and Shadow Striker walked away leaving Hot Rod alone.

Curious about what Shadow Striker gave him, he followed Hot Rod home. Barely paying attention to his small apartment, he watched Hot Rod open the bag and pull out his journal.

He froze looking at the familiar datapad. He'd begun writing ever since he was a gladiator it was both a way to tell his story and relieve stress.

During the war he'd kept the habit of writing. Although he was more secretive about it. He couldn't let other Decepticons use it against him after all. Not even Shadow Striker knew or at least he thought she didn't.

He watched Hot Rod flip through the pages and felt his spark squeeze. Even though he was trapped in another dimension where Hot Rod couldn't see him. He was still nervous about Hot Rod reading the most recent parts where he was mentioned.

Thinking back to what he wrote he felt his optics widen. Shortly after the end of the war he'd written something very personal. It was a confession.

He watched as Hot Rod flipped to it as though something was guiding him. He watched the way he read it nervous about how Hot Rod would react.

His spark sped up and he stared unable to look away, when that's all he wanted. He studied Hot Rods face watching in shock as he began to cry.

He knelt down concerned that Hot Rod was upset by what he wrote. He most likely didn't feel the same way.

Except he was surprised when Hot Rod wrapped his arms around the datapad and whispered.

"I love you too."

Watching Hot Rod return his feelings he felt something. It made him want to leave. Instead of accepting his fate he was going to fight. He was going to find a way out of there and return to Hot Rod no matter what. This wasn't the end for him. He still had a life to live in his own dimension.

He promised himself and Hot Rod that he would return home. He wouldn't give up not without a fight.

Soundwave wants to confess his love to Hot Rod when he signs the peace treaty. Thanks.

He watched as a crowd formed waiting for the ceremony to begin. He climbed onto the Decepticon float along with the others waiting for the parade to begin.

He shifted, feeling slightly nervous because of what he was about to do. He'd thought about confessing his feelings for a while but didn't want to do it while they were still enemies.

As soon as he finished signing the peace treaty he was going to tell him how he felt.

The only one who knew was Shadow Striker because she walked in on him practicing his speech. It had been embarrassing and she'd been surprised wanting to know what he saw in the Autobot. Only to tease him afterwards for being in love.

He felt the float move revealing them to the waiting crowd who cheered in excitement. He could see the other float slowly getting closer as they reunited in the middle.

Then everything went wrong and they were all frozen by the inferior version of himself. Who'd easily been defeated by the Dinobots.

Afterwards when everyone was being unfrozen he climbed back onto the parade and could see Hot Rod giving him a curious look.

He stepped foward trying not to let Soundblasters words effect him. He didn't know what he was talking about.

The two stood together and both Autobots and Decepticons cheered. He looked at Hot Rod who looked back at him. All of their hard working was finally paying off and the war was about to end.

The peace treaty appeared and the two of them gave a small speech. Hot Rod signed first and then he did as well.

The crowd was so loud you could hear them all across Cybertron as they celebrated the end of the war.

While everyone was distracted he turned to Hot Rod who seemed surprised. Taking his hand he look into his beautiful blue optics and confessed his feelings.

He watched as his optics widened and then he leaned in kissing his mask. Ignoring the cheering crowd around them as everyone watched in surprise and excitement.

He removed his mask and wrapped his arms around his waist. He dipped him and the two kissed. While everyone clapped, whistled and cheered.

Pulling Hot Rod back up. He put his mask back on and took his hand leading him away.

Hot Rod makes up an excuse to bail on his friends because he’s often sidelined and he feels like he's the third wheel of the friendship group.

(Bee & Windblade & Arcee & Grimlock)

Hot Rod feels lonely and goes for a drive. Soundwave invites Hot Rod over to hang out with him and Shadow Striker. They decide to go out to the club. Hot Rod is having a fun time with Soundwave and Shadow Striker; until they run into Hot Rod's friends.

Hot Rod’s friends get upset/mad at Hot Rod because they can’t understand why Hot Rod lied to them and prefers the company of Soundwave and Shadow Striker over them.

Thanks :)

I don’t mind if this goes on AO3

"Hot Rod? We're planning on hanging out today, do you want to join?"

He thought about it for a moment. He didn't have anything planned today but he also didn't want to go.

"No sorry I'm busy."

He lied.

"Are you sure? We never see you anymore."

"You saw me two weeks ago."

"We used to see you all the time. You should come with us. We can find you a date if that's what you're worried about."

Feeling embarrassed he refused again feeling slightly called out. As much as he enjoyed hanging out with his friends. He always felt like the third wheel.

"Maybe some other time."

"Are you absolutely sure you can't come? What are you doing anyway?"

"I'm working. There's a lot of neutrals arriving and paperwork that needs sorting."

His friends sighed in annoyance.

"Always working, you're turning into Prowl."

"We should start calling you that."

Feeling uncomfortable he wanted this conversation to end.

"I'm hanging up now. I have work that needs to be done."

"You do that Prowl. We'll have a fun time without you."

"Okay bye."

He hung up relaxing into his couch with a sigh. He loved his friends, but he didn't feel like being ignored all night or expected to find a date, if he didn't want things to be awkward.

He tried watching one of his favorite shows but he wasn't in the mood. After talking to his friends he was reminded of how lonely he was. It seemed like everyone was getting together and he was falling behind.

Looking around his apartment he stood up wanting to leave. It no longer felt welcoming. It was too big and too quiet without anyone to fill the space.

He was so lonely and he wished he could find someone, but no one ever seemed interested in him. They found him too loud, too annoying and just too much in general. Only using him for a quick frag and then leaving him right after. Not even bothering to stay and cuddle which destroyed him every time and made him feel like he was nothing more than shareware.

Going for a drive. He didn't have a destination in mind as he let his mind wander taking him wherever.

He recieved a message from Soundwave asking if he wanted to hangout. He thought about it for a moment. Debating what to say. He didn't want to be alone right now and agreed to meet up with him.

When he got to Soundwave's apartment. He felt nervous when he realized Shadow Striker was also there. They hadn't talked much by that point and he was worried about being a third wheel again. Before he could back out Soundwave pulled him inside.

Feeling uncomfortable he glanced at Shadow Striker, while sitting on the couch. Soundwave sat next to him and wrapped an arm around him. He looked at him in surprise and the Decepticon shrugged.

At first it was awkward but as time passed. He found himself having fun. They had a lot more in common then he realized and they didn't make him feel left out.

He slowly relaxed into Soundwave's arms. The two cuddling together. He didn't even realize how close they were. Until Shadow Striker smirked. Giving them a pointed look.

He blushed feeling embarrassed and went to move away. When Soundwave pulled him closer. His spark speed up and his entire face felt like it was on fire. Soundwave absentmindedly stroked his back and he barely suppressed a moan.

Cuddling against him felt so good and he didn't even realize how touch starved he was until now. They continued hanging out. Talking about movies they've watched and music they've listened to. Soundwave would occasionally play whatever song they were talking about.

They were having so much fun. He didn't even think to say no when they invited him to the club. Forgetting why that might be a bad idea.

The three of them were having a fun time at the club. Shadow Striker went to flirt at the bar. She left them with a wink telling them not to get too frisky. He blushed and Soundwave ignored her.

He pulled him closer his large hands wrapped around his waist as they danced. The two of them were so close and he admired the way the clubs lights bounced off Soundwave's plating. All around them people were dancing but he barely noticed. All his attention was on Soundwave who somehow pulled him closer. He leaned down and he felt his spark skip a beat. They were about to kiss when he was startled by his friends calling his name.

He turned around confused when he suddenly remembered his lie from earlier. He cringed, planning on explaining himself. When they gave him a hurt look. Realizing he lied to them and wanting to know why.

They began grilling him. Wanting to know why he didn't want to hang out with them and why he lied. He didn't even get the chance to explain himself.

They kept asking him questions about why he was hanging out with Soundwave and Shadow Striker instead of his friends. He began feeling overwhelmed and wanted to leave.

His friends were making him feel like he was a horrible person and bad friend because he chose to hang out with someone else. They refused to listen to him or even let him speak.

He was about to run away. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed when Soundwave and Shadow Striker both stepped in. Telling them it wasn't their business and they were the ones always making him feel left out.

Soundwave noticing him having a panic attack. Took him out of the club where he started to cry, feeling overwhelmed and guilty for lying to his friends.

He should have gone with them and just sucked it up. Now he felt like a horrible friend. Who betrayed their trust. Soundwave pulled him into a hug reassuring him that he wasn't a bad friend and that he deserved to be happy and hang out with people who made him feel special.

Feeling exhausted he wanted to go home. Soundwave walked him home and when he got there, he collapsed into bed falling asleep immediately.

Soundwave tucked him in and put some energon by his beside table. Along with some medicine for the headache he'd have the next day.

He went to leave when he grabbed him. Soundwave gave him a confused look realizing he was still asleep. He tried to remove his hand when he pulled him into bed. Before Soundwave could react he cuddled against him with a sigh. His arms and legs wrapped around him, leaving Soundwave trapped.

Accepting his fate. The Decepticon pulled him closer and the two fell asleep cuddled together.

Soundwave has decided to call a hot rod for a date, and he's nervous.

"Stop being a sparkling and call him already."

He glared at Shadow Striker from where he was pacing. He had a datapad in his hands that had the script he'd written. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He usually wasn't like this.

Whenever it came to Hot Rod he was always a mess. He was so beautiful and social. Always going from group to group. Talking with everyone he met and helping out whenever he could.

The two of them were complete opposites. Hot Rod was kind and friendly. Where he could be mean and rude. If someone asks Hot Rod for help he'll gladly do it where he won't.

Hot Rod was social and had lot's of friends. Where he had one and hated talking with most people.

Hot Rod attracted a lot of attention. He didn't know how many times they were hanging out as friends and someone would come over and flirt with him.

He never got that attention. No one was interested in him and many questioned if he had a spark or was little more than a droid.

It hurt. Not that he'd tell anyone that but it did make him worried that Hot Rod wouldn't be interested.

Eventually Shadow Striker had enough and called Hot Rod ignoring his protests.

"Hello?"

He froze and Shadow Striker pushed the phone into his hands.

"Talk to him."

"Soundwave are you there?"

"I'm here?"

"What's wrong are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

He glanced at Shadow Striker who was urging him to continue.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me. You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I'd love that."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Does tomorrow work?"

"I can do tomorrow."

"Okay I'll pick you up tomorrow."

The two said goodbye and he hung up. Shadow Striker smirked and he threw a pillow at her.

"Hey what was that for?"

She threw one at him and they ended up having a pillow fight.

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