A/N: I apologise for the late chapter, but the next month may be lacking updates since it's exam time.

Megatron

The whole room was stacked from top to bottom with metal crates filled with what the Decepticons told you were full of giant human-weapon parts. 

You stood with the human Megatron, watching as more crates were brought in. 

"Ah! Excellent!" Megatron smirked, readjusting the giant, human-sized cannon on his arm. He insisted that the scientists and weapons specialists create it for him. Whatever makes him happy, right?   

"Dreadwing," he gains the SIC's attention. "Open one. Let us see what lies in store..."

"As you command, Lord Megatron." Dreadwing did as he was asked, taking a crate and breaking it open with his sword. 

The contents, however, were not at all expected.

As the lid was discarded and the container tipped over, many small, dried popcorn kernels fell out.

"What!?" Megatron angrily storms over to the kernels. "Dreadwing! What is the meaning of this!?" The man's red-brown eyes flashed. 

"It seems that we were misled, my liege..."

"MISLED!?" 

"Megatron..." You tried to calm him down by placing a hand on his shoulder, but to no avail.

"YOU FOOLS!" The cannon flashes to life. "YOU FAIL ME!" A shot flies through the air, hitting the spot in the middle of all the containers. The blast sends everyone diving away as kernels are shot into the air. The heat causes a reaction and before you knew it, popcorn was raining down over you. 

A lot of popcorn.

You yelp as you are covered with layers of the crunchy snack. Within moments you were buried beneath it.

Megatron flinged some popcorn out of his way in anger. Yet that anger quickly diminished when he could not see you. "(Y/N)? Answer me femme!"

"Hwower..Uwgh!...heere!" 

The man dives down beneath the popcorn then, after moments of feeling around, surfaces with you held bridal style in his arms. "(Y/N)? Are you alright?" 

You spit out some popcorn, "Peachy."

Megatron walked out of the heaps of popcorn with you still being held to him. "I...apologise. I allowed my anger to blind me." 

"It's okay Megs. Besides, now we don't have to make anything to eat." You looked around at the mass of snacks. You were then gently placed down.

Megatron bends down and takes up a hand full of white fluffy food. "Can you eat this...'popped corn'...with sugar?" 

"It's popcorn, and I think we should really look into this sugar addiction of yours."

Starscream

You had a craving- a craving for cake. 

And thus, you' shall have cake! 

With all the ingredients laid out on the counter before you, you start gathering baking utensils. 

Whilst you were bent down- body halfway inside the cupboards- Starscream entered the kitchen area. He was driven there by his sudden need for food. Then he noticed you. "(Y/N), what are you doing?"

'Bump!'

"Owww..." You retreat from out the cupboard, rubbing your head. You lightly glare at the man, "I was going to make cake." 

"Is cake edible?"

"Yes, and you're going to help me make it. Go wash your hands."

"Alright," he shrugs. But before heading to clean his hands, he makes sure your head is okay.

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You two settled with making two cakes: one for each. 

As you carefully followed the cooking book's instructions step by step, Starscream seemed to much rather (defiantly) do his own thing, only glancing at the book now and then to make sure he has the right amount of a certain ingredient.

It was a difficult thing to work with the seeker. Not only did his pride often lead to him not listening, but today he decided to playfully bump into you in order to distract you. However, two can play at that game. Whenever he would lean in, you would lightly shove his shoulder, making him chuckle.

When everything was mixed and the raw dough baked, you both took it upon yourselves once again to each take a different approach in decorating.

Starscream's cake was admittedly much better looking.

Where yours was uneven and a bit messy with some icing that wasn't exactly spread out evenly, the seeker-man's was beautifully decorated with chocolate and berries. The icing drooped down in dramatic streaks and shimmered.

"I believe there is an obvious winner here." The man smirks smugly, proud of his perfect creation. 

"This wasn't a competition, Starscream. And besides, looks don't matter as much when mine will taste better." 

"Oh really? We shall see about that."

And so you did by each cutting a piece and tasting it. Yours was first. The cake was fluffy and the icing melted on your tongue. Starscream even went as far as to eat another piece.

But when it came to his, 'delicious' wasn't exactly the right word to use in order to describe it. 

"Uhm, Screamer?" 

"Yes~?" He smirks, thinking that you were about to compliment him and do his bidding from now on.

"...You do know that the eggshells don't go into the batter too, right?"

Soundwave

Who knew Soundwave would be such an excellent pancake maker?

Following a cold night where both you and Soundwave had to sleep under layers of blankets to keep warm (not in the same bed though; Soundwave didn't feel it was right for a none-mated pair to share a bed), you woke up to the smell of fresh pancakes. Naturally, you and your rumbling tummy went to investigate. 

Behold!

The communications officer, dressed in pajamas that were two sizes too large for him so it drooped over his limbs, was flipping pancakes into the air, twirling in circles and catching them on their way down.

He worked with such precision that you were uncertain whether he kept his Cybertronian superpowers. 

"Morning Sounders. You sure have been busy..." you observe, glancing at the stack of flapjacks on a plate next to him. He nods with a tiny smile as he flips a hot cake and catches it with another pan in his other hand. 

"You probably have to teach me how first, but...can...I try?" you ask, wanting to take a crack at what he was accomplishing with such ease. 

"Alright," Soundwave half-whispered with a smile. He handed you the pan then went to stand behind you where he took your hands.

His hands were so soft.

You look over your shoulder at the man. "What's first? Do a backflip?" 

"I don't think we should twist around just yet. Let's just teach you to catch the thing first," he chuckles- his warm breath tickling your neck and ear. 

When some new batter was baking in the pan, Soundwave showed you how to loosen it then what angle to hold it to toss and catch it. 

'Plop!' The pancake was thrown and caught. 

"Great! I think I can do it now." You eagerly put more batter into the pan. Soundwave backed off, watching you work.

"Loosen it...angle it...toss aaand!-"

'SpLaT!' 

No, Soundwave doesn't just laugh at anything, he doesn't even really talk much, but he did when you looked at him through some holes in the pancake on your face. 

No, you didn't like it when you were laughed at, but you didn't mind when Soundwave bursted out into laughter.

You would do anything to hear that sweet sound again.

Knockout

"I challenge you." 

The statement was so sudden and random.

You placed the magazine/book/comicbook you were reading down, eyebrow raised. "Challenge me to what?" you asked the redhead who was getting all up in your face. 

"Anything. It's been too long since I've been to a race and I'm losing my competitive edge." 

After a moment of pondering, you brought your reading material back up. "Hmm, no. I'm not in the mood." 

Whatever you were reading was pushed down as Knockout bended over you. "C'mon (Y/N)," he leaned in closer- his warm breath tickling your face, "Don't tell me you're scared of losing." He smirked handsomely.

"N-No! Y-You-! Whatever, let's just do it! You won't stop nagging until I do."

"You're right, I would've. But now that you agreed..." The mad steps back. "I challenge you to a pizza-making competition."

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"Alright, the two bases are ready. All that's left to do now is to-"

"-Make the best pizza ever made." Knockout smiles, boastful. Without waiting a single second, Knockout took a large spoon full of tomato sauce and spread it out on the base. Figuring that he knew what he was doing, you went to continue making your own sauce. 

He didn't know what he was doing.

As you placed your pizza into the oven, you turned around to see the man throwing out a packet of jellybeans onto his pizza. Further inspection reveals many other nauseating toppings, including but not limited to: anchovies, blue cheese, chocolate shavings and spinach. 

'Well, at least spinach is healthy...'

"Voila! Magnific!" Knockout exclaims. He then goes to put his strange concoction into the oven beside yours. You wanted to stop him, afraid that its vileness might spread to your own, still edible pizza, but you knew he would just see at as you trying to keep him from winning.

It took everything inside you to not heave as he passed you, but hey, at least as soon as he tastes his creation, you won't be alone.

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Twenty minutes later, the pizzas were done. 

When it came to tasting them, Knockout went first.

It was safe to say you won when the redhead ran for the toilet.

Breakdown

Ostensibly, Breakdown had always had a love for cooking- even back on Cybertron before the Great War. 

When you once asked him why he had such great knowledge on cooking and culinary arts, he told you that he had always wanted to have his own "restaurant" as a young mech. Apparently there were thousands of different dishes that Cybertronians ate, just like the thousands of dishes found in the many regions of Earth.

And just like on Earth, people liked to go out to eat with their friends and families. 

If you didn't know any better, you'd say that Cybertronians and humans were the same species (minus the metal/organic material from which you were made and the size difference).

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You were still fast asleep when the pots and pans started to clatter in the kitchen. An hour and a half later, all noises stopped. You were vaguely aware at the approach of someone in your half-slumber, but gave it no mind. 

Suddenly you were awoken by a soft press of lips to your cheek. 

With a snort you sat up. "Huh?" 

Breakdown sniggered, "Rise and shine!"

"Breakdown...? Wait..." You rubbed your eyes, taking the situation. As soon as you fully came too, your eyes widened. "Did you just kiss my cheek!?"

"Isn't that how you humans wake someone up?"

"Only if they're your parents or lover!" You get out of bed. 

"Ohhhh...Well if that's the case..." Breakdown grins, thinking of the possibilities. 

"Why did you wake me up anyway?" You get to your feet and follow him out. 

"Because I made some food and want you to tell me what you think." He enthusiastically gestures to the three tables covered with plates and dishes ranging from Aloo paratha to yogurt and Youtiao. 

"Breakdown...You do know that this is way too much food for two people, right?" 

He shrugs with a smile."Yeah, but I couldn't decide what to make so I just went with everything breakfast in the cookbook."

"Well..." You picked up a large plate. "We might as well start eating..."

Predaking

Predaking was constantly hungry. You didn't know whether it was because he was a predacon, a male or a human, but hungry he was.

With such a hungry, male, human-predacon living with you, the food quickly disappeared. Shockwave didn't really help out either. The scientist forbade you from leaving the Nemesis since Predaking could apparently turn back at any moment (and no-one wants a predacon transforming in a public place) and you could not leave in fear of the male destroying your things.

'You will not let what happened to your hairdryer happen to the couch!'

Shockwave would keep on promising to bring food, but never got around to it, leaving you to have to make do with what was around. 

"What are you making?" Predaking ambled up behind you. He scanned the table surface over until he recognised what he knew were small 'cakes', something he knew he loved eating.

"Cupcakes," you stated, not looking up from the cookbook. 

The man nodded and leaned against the table as he watched you work. His eye picks up the bowl of icing to the side. Making sure you weren't looking, he slowly reached out and took a finger full. 

But as he brought it to his lips, his arm was smacked hard. 

"Hey! No eating the icing until I'm done!" you scolded. 

"But why? Are we not going to consume it anyway?" he tried to defend himself, eating the icing anyway. 

You glare and pout, "If you eat it now, there won't be enough for the cakes." 

Predaking takes another finger full, smirking, "Don't give me that look femme." 

You huff, then smirk. Sneakily dipping your own finger into the icing, you brought your hand up and went to wipe it off onto his nose. The preda-man saw what you were doing, however, and caught your wrist. 

Then, without thinking anything of it, Predaking licks the icing from your finger. 

You almost choke on your own spit, blushing madly. The mech probably didn't understand exactly what such a thing meant...

"It seems I am interrupting," Shockwave's voice sounded out from the door. The scientist finally brought some food.

Predaking shook his head, your hand still held in his. "No, not at all Shockwave."