Your attempt—your valiant struggle—to stand was once again brutally annihilated by Sideswipe’s sheer, overwhelming clinginess.

He threw himself at you like you were the last safe haven in the universe, arms wrapping around your torso in a death grip while his legs locked around you with the force of a Cybertronian-grade vice. His entire body clung to yours, trembling with the sheer drama of it all.

A loud, absolutely mournful whine tore from his vocalizer as he buried his face deep into your chest. “Nooo, don’t gooo,” he groaned, muffled and pathetic. “I need you—we need each other—I cannot function without you, you understand?”

“Sideswipe.” You tried, really tried, to pry him off, but somehow, somehow, he only tightened his hold, legs squeezing so tightly that it felt like he was trying to fuse himself to your very soul.

Then—he went completely limp. Just deadweight. Face first into your chest, ex-venting deeply like he had just ascended to the highest state of peace. His frame settled over yours in the heaviest way possible, his entire body practically melting against you.

“…Sideswipe—”

“Shhh,” he hushed you, nuzzling deeper as if he could physically disappear into you. “I’m sleeping. Recharge time. With you. Forever. We’re one now.”

A small, contented sigh left him, the weight of his adoration pressing down on you like an inescapable blanket.

You tried once more to move, only for him to make an absolutely ridiculous, heart-wrenching sound—a noise so pitifully sad that it rivaled a kicked turbo-puppy.

“Why would you hurt me like this?” he whimpered. “Do you not love me anymore?!”

Primus help you. Because if there was one thing certain in this world, it was that you were never escaping this mech’s grip again.