I have returned again! I wanted to get this to 15, but after a week of no progress, I decided to go ahead and put this up. Thanks goes out again to everyone who has read, faved, and alerted this story! You all rock socks!!!

Right Round - Flo Rida

Even with the war in their past, a little bit of rivalry remained between the former Autobots and Decepticons. The Cybertronian club's foundation shook on the nights when Blaster and Soundwave battled it out with music. The cassettes mingled with the other patrons and took turns helping their respective master mech whenever he needed them. Night after night, challenge after challenge, a clear winner never emerged.

Careless Whisper - Seether

Trailbreaker watched Sandstorm across the rec room flirting in his own shameless way with the naïve Fire Flight. He had lost count the number of cycles that had past since the triplechanger had used those skills on him, but it still hurt to watch. He had loved the black and orange mech, no doubt about it, but things had happened. Unmeant words had flown from vocalizers, making aloud the dark thoughts that poisoned processors, and nothing could change that. The big black mech made his way out of the room to face another night of memories in the face of the present alone.

New Divide - Linkin Park

He remembered the very cycle the war started and remembered not caring in the slightest. He had no reason to pay attention to the petty uprising in the worst parts of Cybertron. A flier in his prime, the black and purple mech needed nothing to complete his existence. When the Towers fell, he had paid some mind, but in the grand scheme of things the tragic event didn't affect him any more than any other aspect of the war. However, when his home had vanished into the dust of destruction and too many of his friends had either died or run off to fight, he knew his time of not caring had ended. Skywarp went to the Decepticons for one reason: all the other fliers were already there and with them the faction could not fail.

Better Than Me - Hinder

Sandstorm managed to keep flirting with Fire Flight as he watched Trailbreaker leave the rec room. Primus, it still hurt. He still loved the jokester, despite everything that had happened between them. The vorns apart had dulled the pain of their breakup, but as soon as one red visor had met the other it came back. The triplechanger didn't process being dropped in the Pit would hurt as much as seeing the black mech. In that moment, Sandstorm felt more grateful for his battle mask and visor then ever before. The Aerialbot in front of him couldn't see him set his mouth and dim his optics just enough to regain control of himself. He wanted nothing more then to go after Trailbreaker, but knew his time to do that had long since past.

4ever - The Veronicas (Sticky Verse)

Arcee surveyed the room before her and smiled triumphantly. She knew her comrades back at the femme base thought of her, and knew it all stemmed from pure jealousy. The pink femme knew she had drawn the best possible lot in the entire army. She looked from one hopeful mech to the next; debating what kind of fun she wanted to have for the night. Each mech in the army had individual ideas of pleasure and she knew that in the case of some of them, their comrades would die of shock if they knew what happened behind closed doors. The lone femme's gaze rested on Mirage and her smile turned cunning. Oh yes, she knew what she wanted for the night. The Towerling never ceased to surprise her with exactly how much he knew about stasis cuffs and what to do with them.

Burn It To the Ground – Nickleback (TFA x IDW)

The Decepticon femmes often got overlooked, especially since most of them had vanished when the war consumed Cybertron, but those that knew of them knew they could hand anything that processed their own aft. The femme Seeker that appeared out of the wormhole didn't look like she would disappoint. Skywarp had taken one look at her, looked back at Thundercracker, and then proceeded to flatten StarScream to get to her. She embodied perfection to the black and purple flier from her smooth lines to her sharp glossa. One way or another he would make SlipStream his own, whether she admitted she wanted him or not.

I'm a Gummy Bear – Gummibar

Prowl gave the smallest of the Wreckers his most intimidating glare, and Scoop wisely looked nervous. When he finally spoke, the tactician's words remained perfectly calm, but carried more threat than Kup's yelling. "I will say this once and only once. I've already had to remind Bluestreak that following the Twin's more degenerate example is not a wise decision. If you decide to follow Bluestreak's path, you WILL regret it, Scoop. I can promise you that." The black and white mech stared into the Wrecker's optics for a long beat as if ensuring the message had made the proper connections. Without so much as a nod, Prowl marched down the hall back to the command center to undo the sabotage to Teletran I that had it blasting annoyingly cheerful and catchy music through the entire Ark.