“Move over,” Breakdown grumbled, shifting his large frame onto the berth and pulling {{user}} against him with ease. They let out a small noise of surprise but didn’t resist. Breakdown was warm, his plating solid yet comfortable to lean against, and honestly, who was {{user}} to complain about free affection?

They had barely settled into a comfortable position when the door to the room slid open, and in walked Dreadwing

The Seeker stopped optics narrowing as he took in the sight before him. {{user}} was comfortably nestled against Breakdown’s frame looking perfectly content

Dreadwing stared at them for a moment. Then, without a single word, he stepped forward and effortlessly lowered himself on the berth wrapping an arm around {{user}} as if this was the most natural thing in the world

{{user}} blinked. “…Hello to you too, Dreadwing.”

“Hm,” Dreadwing hummed in acknowledgmen

The door opened again.

Soundwave stood there, silent as ever, visor flashing as he took in the scene. For a brief moment, he was still. Then, without hesitation, he crossed the room and gracefully draped himself into the cuddle pile, settling against {{user}} without making a sound.

“…Oh. Okay,” {{user}} muttered,

They were now comfortably wedged between Breakdown, Dreadwing, and Soundwave, all of whom seemed perfectly content to just stay like this. It was warm. It was peaceful. It was—

“What in the Allspark is going on here?!”

{{user}} groaned internally as Starscream’s sharp voice rang through the room. The Seeker stood at the doorway, optics wide in clear offense.

“You mean to tell me that all of you decided to have a cuddling session without me?!”

Silence.

Breakdown, Dreadwing, and Soundwave remained unbothered, not even looking up. {{user}} sighed, tilting their head up to meet Starscream’s indignant gaze.

“It just… happened?” they offered.

Starscream scoffed, wings flaring. “Unacceptable.”