#greenancocky

[starsarescreamiing-blog]

@princeofcybertron @greenancocky @pleasedontgethurt @bornonthewrong-planet @facelessgunformer, @oneshallstand, @metalpiratequeen

[There were too many to answer individually without spamming everyone’s dashboards asdfghjk.

Thank you all. <3]

[yourxguardian]

" Ay bug ! Think it's 'bout time ya passed that leadership 't someone like me. "

His antenna pressed against his helm in annoyance but at this point he had to wonder if Crosshairs was being serious, even if Bumblebee couldn’t take him seriously.  His door wings angled down sharply and he tilted his helm back to look the slightly taller mech in the optics.

“Remember last time,“ he warned, “I’ll kick your ass again“.

Honestly it was probably a draw the last time they fought but then again he wasn’t really trying to best the paratrooper. If he was trying then Crosshairs was going to need a medic.

┊┊@greenancocky​​  ❤️  for a starter ⟩

[alacritysparked]

(Touch meme) Sitting against some old car, tired blue optics watched the movie on the small television. Sighing, he looked from the box to Bee beside him. Rising an optic ridge, he reached over and began lightly stroking and petting bees antenna before optics flickered back to the t.v.

Bumblebee was barely keeping himself conscious before, but antenna scritches? He’s out like a light.

[alacritysparked]

Crosshairs peered around the corner, freshly picked flowers in hand aided by Tess. Blue optics set on a sleepy Bee. His lips pulled into a smile, advancing as quiet as possible. He knelt. His free servo picking a flower one by one from the bunch, placing them neatly into the curves and creases in his helm until there were none. " Bee." He shook him oh so gently. Leaning down to press metal lips to a cheek plate. " C'mon wake up. Got somethin' fer ya. "

He’d recently returned from a long scouting mission, some energon surge in Brazil sent him on a wild goose chase. Exhausted, he vaguely remembered hugging Crosshairs before passing out on their berth.

Bee didn’t react to the touches, simply curling up a bit more with his wings twitching minutely. Groaning as Crosshairs roused him from a wonderfully deep recharge, his optics dimly flickered online. “Hmm?”

[alacritysparked]

Pointed digits come to bring a picture close to his optics. Free hand lowering his goggles, zooming in to get a better look. Crosshairs scoffed, lips pulling into a smirk at the old picture of Bumblebee and this human girl he didn't recognize. Bee was.. So short? " Primus sake." His goggles lifted, blue hues flickering across the way toward Bee to compare. " Oi, Bee! " He motioned over, waving the picture gently through the air. " Never told me ya were a short cake."

He doesn’t have the patience to sort through his radio cache. Optimus was the only one with a copy of that picture and the other stayed in Bee’s locked glove compartment, how did Crosshairs find it?

Immediately, he tried to grab the picture out of Crosshairs’ grip. “Shut up! And give that back!”

[alacritysparked]

@greenancocky : wOW how dare you treat your leader like this

Leader of what? Broken thumbs?

[alacritysparked]

" If yer king, what does that make me? " eyebrow wiggle

“Second best.”

[navimus-prime-archived]

“Stop squirming, I’m trying to help.”

“I’m fine it’s just a scratch. It’s nothing that Ratc-” She stopped when she realized what she had almost said. 

“I can fix this on my own.”