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Bee, many orbital cycles into carrying, is effectively losing his sanity anytime his tiny sparkling flutters their wingies around the inside of his gestation chamber.
Bee waking up Blitzwing like a cat with the zoomies at 2 am, because he needs to alleviate this terrible fluttering in his tummy somehow, and jolting out of berth to race around the furniture is all he’s got.
Random thinks revving his engines while he’s got Bee in a hug will cancel out the maddening flutters, if he’s loud enough, but all it does is make their sparkling reciprocate in kind to their sire’s aerial language with more vibrations and wingy flaps.
Bumblebee nearly tears the armrests off his chair during a cross faction briefing when the sparkling does a little flip and clips their wings on the chamber’s inner lining as they essentially dive bomb.
It’s like housing a very soft, but very volatile firecracker in his abdomen that could go off at any second- or more precisely, whenever it feels their sire close by. Bumblebee blames their child’s eccentricness entirely on Blitzwing.
He’s certainly not to blame for their dramatics, no ma’am. Bumblebee’s a docile little wallflower U.U
I got the allspark almanac for Christmas, and I cannot believe Blitzwing’s Cybertronian mode has a trampstamp.
This is just Bumblebee being thirsty for Blitzwing and getting lots of reciprocation for it.
✨Enjoy✨
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“Hey, Blitzbrain!”
“Hello, pissant.” Blitzwing would normally leave their interaction there, with much to be desired, but Bumblebee was acting ....strangely.
The yellow bot was shaking just so, a literal ball of nerves, and trying to mask it behind a smug little grin and a finger gun. All giant red flags.
When the bug continued to linger and stare ominously at Blitzwing’s pedes, the other knew trouble was coming. Evasive maneuver protocols were then activated.
“If zere iz nothing elze, I vould like to spend my morning in peace.” Blitzwing said and strategically put another foot between them by flicking his wing out towards his side.
He’d become *very* wary of this yellow walking disaster after the ‘glitterbomb incident’.
Bumblebee looked unbothered by his clear discomfort- Too concerned with his own.
“Yeah? Well, that s-sounds boring.”
“Vell, I don’t vant any help spicing it up. Begone with jou.”
Bumblebee began to laugh this nervous thing that had Blitzwing worried he was already in the perfect position for some kind of brutal act on his life -as in more glitter in unspeakable places.
“Is zere somezing I can help jou vith? So zat I may get *rid* of jou sooner?”
“Heh, uh, heh-heh... It’s funny you should ask that.”
Oh, Primus.
“I- see, I um. I had this, this .... slag. I had this d-dare and-“ Bumblebee stopped abruptly. Looking at his own hands gesturing uselessly, probably becoming self aware of his own secret sins and the real horror he was capable of. Blitzwing could dream, anyway.
He could feel his impending doom approaching. Unfortunately, a part of him would always delight in such.
*Whirr*
“Ooh, a dare! Vut kind of dare? Do jou have to lick someone’s rear axel? Or jump in a freezing lake vithout jour armor?”
No, no, that wasn’t right. Clearly it had something to do with *him* or else Bee wouldn’t be pestering him.
*Whirr*
“If jou zink jou’re going to prank me and make me look like an idiot, jou will be in the Medbay for a reformation before noon!”
Bee surprisingly offered no jab about Blitzwing looking like an idiot all on his own. He just stood there like a silly little minibot with pink cheeks. Looking increasingly more like he was losing his nerve. A desperate Bee was a sporadic one, and that meant double the danger.
Blitzwing folded his servos protectively over his chassis.
“Vell, vut iz zis dare, then? Out vith it!”
As Blitzwing shouted with considerably less heat than normal, used to his antics, Bumblebee stared distractedly at that hypnotizing tooth gap -an unbecoming habit of his- until Blitzwing was balling his fist up, preparing to ‘punch’ those pretty blue optics out and end this hot mess.
Seeing his fist raise in warning and that strong servo flex, Bumblebee was brought out of his trance and was filled with a sudden burst of confidence -if you could call it that.
He shouted back with far too much chest and cherry red cheekplates,
“I’m supposed to feel up your muscles!”
Blitzwing’s face spun back to blue and then paled. He gaped down at the little yellow fool with half a processor to lift his monocular and judge the sincerity of this ridiculous request with his own two optics.
There was a terrible, mortifying silence that followed, and Bumblebee was eventually forced to look for the nearest escape route, optics darting everywhere but at the triple changer. Tucking into himself and shrinking back a few steps.
“Oh, really?” Blitzwing asked with the sort of dryness that could evaporate water.
“And who dared jou to do zis?”
Bumblebee looked rather ashamed all at once.
“Vas it Sari?”
Bumblebee shook his head ‘no’ and shrugged.
Hmm...
“Vell it wasn’t ze ninja bot or Prime.”
And it wasn’t Lugnut or Ratchet.
It wasn’t Bulkhead who, despite being friends with Bumblebee in the first place, had infinitely better sense than that.
This whole thing was painfully suspicious, pushing Blitzwing into high alert and urging him to keep a cautious distance between himself and the yellow menace.
That was *until* he weighed the somewhat improbable likelihood of his final option.
“....Vas it jou?”
Was it Bumblebee who’d stupidly, insanely, embarrassingly given himself this dare?
Lord of Tarn, that would make all too much sense.
Bumblebee did run then, casting a “Oh, sorry! I- I -Gotta go!” over his shoulder before turning into alt mode and booking it out of Blitzwing’s sight faster than every time he’d launched a missile his way combined.
To his credit, Blitzwing was rather perceptive, and he was quite good at picking out red flags.
That’d been more than plenty.
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“Somezing ze matter, bug?”
Bumblebee nearly jumped out of his protoform. Having had his hiding place behind the Autobot base discovered by a towering force of fire power and raw, crushing strength was enough to send him into spark attest. If only because he’d done a wonderful job of making things unbearably uncomfortable between them in advance. And after Blitzwing was gearing up to punch his lights out, too.... Bumblebee needed to have Ratchet install that processor to mouth filter he’d always talked about installing sooner than later. Maybe a program on self-preservation, too.
He shot to his pedes and hoped the other hadn’t been there long enough to decide the image of him sat on the gravel with his helm in his hands was a more pathetic sight than a wet turbo-kitten. Bumblebee made a mess of things as frequently as possible, but he still had a cool guy reputation to uphold.
Which Blitzwing effectively shattered in seconds.
“Jou drove off in such a hurry, and right vhen it was just getting good. Vhat exactly vas so important about zis?” He gestured to Bee cramming himself into a little corner with his knees tucked close to his chest.
Honestly, anything was more important than flushing his chances with this mech so far down the drain that-
Wait, what?
Bumblebee felt a hitch in his sparkbeat.
“‘Good’ as in interesting? O-or ‘good’ as in... as in you were just about to smash me into pieces and that’d be real fun for you and stuff?”
Bumblebee was afraid to ask, but if there was *any* chance it could be the former, well...
Blitzwing looked far from doing anything so natural to a mech who was once in an enemy faction when he suddenly smiled at him. The first time Bumblebee had ever seen *that* look on Icy’s face, *ever*.
Was he still hallucinating from that direct punch he’d taken from Lugnut months ago?
“I meant ‘good’ as in zis-“ Blitzwing reached down and, in broad daylight for anyone exploring the back of the warehouse to see, took Bumblebee’s servos in his own, pulling him to his stabalizers, and placing his hands over his abdominal plates.
Over plates secured with sheets of extra ‘padding’. Layers of reinforced metal that’d survived onslaughts of gunfire and physical abuse. Plates that slid together when Blitzwing tensed up for a punch.
Bumblebee became a thoughtless vessel for his hands, fumbling to take it all in at once -stroking and groping- and didn’t stop for anything once they’d started.
He couldn’t reach much higher than a single strip along Blitzwing’s lower belly, but that proved more than enough to enamor him completely and leave Bumblebee feeling satisfied in his noble quest to get a feel of that all powerful living metal.
“Dude, B-Blitz....” Bumblebee whispered hoarsely.
And truly Blitzwing had no idea how long *this* had been a thing of fascination for the little one -how long he’d wanted to put his servos on him like this. But he could easily imagine himself agreeing to more of the same treatment in the future. To be felt up and appraised for something as basic and mundane, in his opinion, as his physical strength. Something he’d been naturally gifted as a war build.
He got the devilish idea to tense his frame and strike a pose, flexing both biceps up for Bumblebee to ogle at. The little bug bot left absolutely mesmerized.
“Uh, uhh, this um... is...”
“To jour liking?” Blitzwing taunted. Feeling powerful enough to take on Megatron and live while he had his little bot’s hands upon him, singing his worship.
Bumblebee snapped his jaw shut and nodded vigorously.
Blitzwing’s ego soared to insufferable heights.
“Ja? Vant to feel ze other side?”
Bumblebee’s optics blew wide, staring up at him with such wonder and awe they easily overlooked the fascinated terror on Sari’s little face as she slowly backed away from whatever she’d just walked in on and back around the corner of the warehouse.
Blitzwing relaxed and let his plates loosen, flipping around with hands folded patiently at his front while Bumblebee mapped out the places around his backstrut that stood proud and sturdy.
Hands never straying from their pursuit to admire every inch of brawn available to touch.
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It’d been worth it to feel up that magnificent example of masculinity and carnage, something he’d longed to do since he’d seen Blitzwing throw a semi Prime’s size at Optimus like a frisbee, to have to suffer -SUFFER- the agony of the aftermath.
Sari had seen way too much, apparently, and was happy to leave their other teammates in shambles, gasping to in-vent and articulate anything more than ruthless jabs at Bumblebee’s little rendezvous.
It was painful, especially knowing Blitzwing was probably receiving a pat on the back for his part in this instead of mocking. But it wouldn’t be nearly enough to keep his grabby little palms off that fine piece of mech anytime soon.
Let Ratchet howl and Optimus snicker into his hands. Worse case, he could ask his new boyfriend to beat them up.
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Feed me to the slime monster.
The babies kiss and kiss and kiss. I cannot stop them.
They’ve both got Lugnut in their audial telling them how to impress a potential conjunx, since he’s the only one with experience.
Strika is telling him to repeat all the unhelpful stuff, though, because this is the fifth date, and they should know how to act.
I’ve decided i kinda like being the worst
BLITZTWING IM HIGH HEELS!!BLITZTWING IM HIGH HEELS!!BLITZTWING IM HIGH HEELS!! hE LOOKS SO GOOFY I LOVE HIM IN YOUR STYLE 🥹🥹🥹🥹💪
For anon and @toxxicpill for your nice words last night about my Blitzwing heel doodles ADAGSFZGV
Bonuses under cut for maximum thirst / boys being idiots
They like to tease each other, but underneath all that tough guy slag….
They’re utterly infatuated
‘Consistent art style’ sounds painful. Will it hurt me if I learn it?
Anyway, some Blitzbee things for my fantastic ✨@garbagezombie 💕 who is always so kind and precious to me. I adore you (despite painfully lacking in my ability to communicate with you)
The forbidden Blitzbee stuff that keeps me awake at night HANSNDFKHsjs 👀
Full images are on the Twitter I’m finally using for evil Blitzbee purposes. Head over if you’d like to subject yourself to some monstrous size differences.
Twitter is @BirthdayPlating
⭕️18 and up ONLY
NO MINORS on my awful Twitter. Even if it is just bad art.
Blitzbee making each other laugh
More Autobots join the Nemesis crew things
They can’t get any work done
What Bumblebee, @toxxicpill and @eclipsedmoon87 see all the time. Just thighs✨
(I love having y’all as mutuals)
More Autobots join the Nemesis crew things
They can’t get any work done
Postwar Autobots join the Nemesis AU, but I continue to be obsessed with these large men not knowing how to flirt about anything outside of violence or interface
Autobots join the Nemesis AU, and start accidentally awakening the dormant protection programming in the war machines
(Megatron punches Ultra Magnus for being mean to Optimus at some point and a new war breaks out)
@that-transformers-chick 🌚🌝🥺 I’m throwing in the blurry doodle for being THREE DAYS LATE. Thank you for your patience 8}
Second chapter of this
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Wish this was a real fic 😔
(don’t mind me, just reviving this tag BUT-)I’ve never watched TFA but i read a god damn bunch of fics on it soo i have a fic idea. maybe i’ll write it, maybe not. Anyway, so-Sari found out, by accident when they were playing some karaoke game, that Bee has a really good singing voice. And she’ll beg for Bee to sing something for her but he won’t do it in front of anyone cuz he’s too anxious about it. That’s why he sneaks out at night into one of the abandoned warehouses just outside the city, where he can sing all he wants by himself. Then during one of those night-out Blitz finds him during his night patrol, he doesn’t think much of it at first but out of curiosity he keeps coming to that warehouse to secretly listen to Bee sing. The more he comes there the more he enjoys his stays there, as well as he finds that the autobot actually has a really nice voice. Sometimes he’ll just listen, sometimes he’ll dance a little, overall vibing to the music and the singing. Sometimes Bee will sing happy songs, sometimes sad ones, depending on what mood he was in. Blitz finds them relatable and starts cathing feels for the mini-bot, not that he’ll admit. He’ll go to the spot and listen to the songs, and leave little gifts for Bee when he has feeling particularly sad; cool rocks, car parts, little flower bouquets. Bee would find them and feel a little creeped out at first, but he learns to appreciate the gesture from whoever was leaving these for him. Each one made him more confident about his singing. He’ll dance and sing loud, even hang a disco ball to perform his songs with. He doesn’t know who his secret viewer is but that doesn’t stop him from showing his best at the performances. That’s until he sees a vague reflection of someone dancing outside the warehouse. [He sees is in something shiny, glass or some part of a scrap car outside, idk] Bee however would not stop his sneak-outs to perform. In fact, he would do it more often, and the song genre would slowly shift towards love and admiration songs. As the time goes on Bee dares to change few words in the lyrics so it’ll be vaguely about Blitz. He’s seen Blitz outside of battle few times, and he seemed like a cool guy, and the fact that he comes here to listen to Bee AND leaves him gifts. That’s kind of sweet actually. In battlefield, he’ll get more cocky and tease Blitz with flirty smiles and winks, to which the Triplechanger totally falls for. He stands there baffled, unable to comprehend what just happened while Bee gets his way in whatever they were doing. He sometimes shoots back a flirty line of some sort which does make Bee flustered, but he really doesn’t know what this feeling he’s dealing with is when he sees Bee just blushing like that. Some secret performences later, both Blitz and Bee find themselves having admiration for each other, Bee of course, the smug bastard that he is, embraces it and goes all the way to make the love songs as good and about Blitz as possible without the other finding out that quickly. Unknowingly to Bee, Blitz is almost completely obvious to it all. He’ll get this weird feeling whenever the songs would sound odd or the lyrics wouldn’t match up to the ones he heard on the radio once but he just blames it on the silly bug messing up in his grand shows. He’ll continue to admire him, leave him better gifts for the good performances and aim in his general direction instead of straight at him. And that’s until Bee decides enough vagueness is enough and pulls a love song specifically about Blitz into his already love-song-filled repertoire [i’m thinking Shut up and Dance with some changes].
And THAT’S when Blitz will have the grand realization, all these little changes in songs, the way Bee was in combat, all those things have been diected AT HIM. BEE WAS SINGING ABOUT HIM. Somewhere in the song Bee calls out for him and he hesitates whether to leave now or go out there, he peaks out inside and Bee immidiatelly makes eye contact mid dance. He continues singing, urging Blitz to come join him and Blitz does and they end up finishing the song together. There’s a whole lot of teasing and bickering afterwards but they agree to do this again sometime. I feel like i should write this but i have no idea how since my inspiration goes from one thing to another pretty quickly and this seems like a long-term task.
Thanks 😊 🫂 it's beautiful 🥹
Omg!!!!! I loved the adoption stories, so Optimus is now bee dad!!! awwwwww 😍 is anything different now that Optimus is now bee dad lol I want the elite guards reaction please 🙏
Awwh thank you. They surely try to be more of a close family- Bee has a few slips when they're arguing but they work it out. Once they arrive on earth they surely spend the father's day together. Optimus comforts Bee when he has nightmares and Bee take Optimus treasure hunting when he's not doing datawork.
As for the elite guard, Sentinel is a bit pissy cuz it means he can't shit talk Bee as much. The others like Jazz and Jettwins are happy for them.
Once war is over and Optimus is Magnus, Bee gets privilages. And you know he's gonna use them. He gets into Elite Guard and does exploration missions. Sentinel has not a fun time now that Bee outranks him.