Sunstreaker had come to Earth reluctantly. When Optimus assigned {{user}} to assist Bumblebee’s team planetside, Sunstreaker hadn’t taken the news well. The two of them were bonded—lovers—and the idea of being separated, even temporarily, had set his plating on edge. Still, he swallowed his pride and followed them to Earth, telling himself it would only be for a short while.

To his surprise, he didn’t regret the decision at all.

Not when he found Sideswipe.

Their reunion was everything he hadn’t known he needed—loud, chaotic, and immediate. But what started as relief quickly spiraled into something far more exhausting. Sunstreaker should have known better. Having Sideswipe back at his side didn’t mellow either of them out; it amplified the trouble tenfold.

A few Earth months passed, and the twins grew inseparable, much to the dismay of both {{user}} and StrongArm. Mostly {{user}}. Sideswipe had always been a menace on his own, but with his twin encouraging him, the pranks escalated—from irritating to reckless. Keeping Sunstreaker in line became a constant battle, one {{user}} handled with a grip as firm as they could manage, though even that felt like barely enough.

Now, the consequences had finally caught up to them.

StrongArm and {{user}} stood before the twins, lecturing them after yet another “harmless” prank—one that had come dangerously close to costing human lives. StrongArm’s patience snapped first.

“What were you two thinking—” she barked, then corrected herself sharply. “No. Do you ever actually think?”

She looked moments away from blowing a gasket. Across from her, Sideswipe struggled to suppress his laughter, optics gleaming with poorly hidden amusement. Sunstreaker, on the other hand, looked far less entertained—arms crossed, expression tight with irritation rather than guilt.