Somebody write a fic where Sunstreaker is so angry and bitter and hateful because he loves out how he looks
but he’s had millions of years of catcalls, street harassment, and people feeling entitled to his body behind him.
He’s had to cut so many people off at the knees for assuming his frametype exists to please them. So many conversations start with ‘hi’ and go straight to ‘we should frag LOL’ that he’s stopped wanting to have any sort of civil conversation with anyone because he already knows how it’ll go. He’s so obsessive about his finish because he’s had so many handprints on his aft and scuff marks on his hood from people who laugh and tell him it’s a compliment. Any he hates everyone because he’s had to explain his reasons it isn’t right again
and yet there’s always 50 more mechs on the sidelines who see him sneer at some glitch who completely misses that his optics are up here, thank you very much. And their response? “Not all mechs” are like that.
Yeah, well, Sunstreaker’s had millions of years of looking for the mechs who aren’t like that, and watching people give the mechs who are a free pass. He’s going to be absurdly proud of his looks to reclaim them from all the things that’ve tried to take it away and tell him they don’t belong to him, they belong to the mechs who view him as an object instead of a person.
Sunstreaker has zero frags left to give for everyone else, because everyone else is his enemy. They won’t respect him, so he’ll sneer back at them.
Somebody write me that Sunstreaker.
What a neat idea. …you know, this might make it into a story that I’ve been meaning to write. It’s got another focus, but the “I hate all of you because you never respect me” would be a great reason for why Sunny reacts the way he does to the rest of the story’s events.