ok so. i wrote a little bit of this. this isn’t all of it and i might add more but if you guys enjoy this slop lmk. ik it’s not entirely accurate i haven’t finished RID and ik screamer is gone but it’s my slop and i choose the toxic yaoi . sorry it’s 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
“Are you going to Drift and Ratchet’s conjunxing party?”
[Did you seriously just ask me if I’m going to the conjunxing of my best friend?]
“Yes,” Bee sighed. “You have an answer? I heard you refused to officiate.”
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 didn’t ‘refuse,’ I politely declined] Rodimus replied, and Bumblebee could practically hear the roll of his optics. [Of course I’m fucking going. What kinda piece of shit friend just doesn’t go to their friends’ conjunxing?]
Bee picked up one of the data pads stacked on his desk absentmindedly and began skimming through it. Another one of Starscream’s proposed speeches for the Galactic Council that he’d asked for feedback on.
“Why aren’t you officiating?”
[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. He’d been procrastinating it, even in the call. Damn it.
“I don’t know if I should go,” he said finally, after a minute of silence. Rodimus’s irritated pede-tapping (which had started during Bumblebee’s 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.
“It’s not that I don’t value Ratchet and our friendship,” Bumblebee snapped back, his wings flicking in annoyance. “But. Well. Drift and I…”
[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 who’s 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.