TEMPERANCE

-He's probably going to pick out a movie like The Princess Bride, so something fun, a little silly but ultimately good

-He's going to be so nervous about taking you on a date as always. It doesn't matter how long you've been together either

-Optimus is going to put Ironhide in charge while he's out, saying to alert him of any urgent Decepticon action so that he can deal with it

-You two are going to pay for your tickets (you have to follow Earth laws, the Autobots are guests) and find a spot in the very back.

- He's going to get rather close, though it's still going to be reasonable. Hold his servo in yours and watch him stumble over his soft spoken words

-He's going to talk to you very softly in some parts, so that the humans can't hear either of you. It's primarily going to be about the movie

-Once the movie is over, you two are going directly back to base, though the air is warm between you and him.

-Once he's back in his root mode, kiss his battle mask.

ARCEE:

-Movie nights with her aren't just movie nights. The movie is only the middle of the whole affair. Dates typically start with a night on the town, a movie and then dancing when you two get back to your place at Autobot city

-She'd gotten someone to hook up a projector to face a large, pale building so that they could watch movies. Best idea she's ever had, really

-She’s picking out a horror movie. She wants you to jump right out of your seat and into her arms; she's not ashamed to admit it either.

-Arcee is going to get unreasonably close, resting her helm on your pauldron with a soft smile.

- She's going to be quiet throughout the whole movie besides a few jumps and noises. Horror movies aren't really that scary for her, but sometimes she can't help but jump

-This movie night, I think she'd get really tired and pause the last half of the date and just cuddle with you.

BLASTER:

-King of movie dates, honestly. He has a lot of appreciation not just for music, but also other arts.

-He has a TV rigged up somewhere on the arc and a collection of movies on VHS. Sometimes he let's the others watch stuff with him or puts it on for background noise, but it often goes unused until movie nights

-Blaster is picking a romance movie, something real sweet.

- You are going to be sitting on the floor as you watch the movie, I hope you don't mind that.

-His cassettes will be out and about, just wandering around or watching the movie with you two.

-I am so sorry if you're not into this kind of thing, but he talks. He talks both at the characters and to you. Blaster is the type of bot to make conversation, especially since it's not like it's a communal movie. It's a movie date between you and him, and his cassettes are also there but it's just y'all.

-Number one at picking romance movies that you like, even if you don't enjoy them that often.

- His arms are going to be wrapped around you in some way. Don't ask why, he just enjoys touching you

-He's going to beat you at least three times and it's going to be mildly humiliating.

-So, you landed on your aft for the third time with Springer offering to help you up and giving you pointers–in real fights there aren't going to be do-overs but he can help.

- “One more?” You ask, getting on your pedes.

- Springer shrugs, what's one more gonna hurt?

- You're so tired and yet rather determined. Springer likes that about you.

-You're in a deadlock. It's going to be pointless to try and beat him, you know that but you certainly try. You're not one to give up and neither is he.

-You slip and now you're falling and all of your frame weight is now falling on him.

-You're both on the ground, and he's under you.

- “Looks like you won this one.” He's laughing, but not at you. “Let's go take a break, you look beat.” He rests a servo on your pauldron

-You pull back, only for a second before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

-So, here you were sitting on the curb, trying to stop your hands from shaking. A large shadow blocked the street light

-Jazz would join you on the curb and say, “You could've gotten yourself killed. You're lucky you only got as hurt as you did.”

- “I know,” you'd reply. You had gotten hurt, mainly just bruises and scrapes… and your shattered ego. “I'm so stupid.” You closed your eyes and hid your face in your hands.

-He wouldn't know what to say or do besides rest a servo on your back. “You're not stupid. This is just the second mission that you've been on. You're going to get better; I promise.”

- “Optimus isn't going to let go out again. I just know it and I wouldn't blame him either.”

- “Maybe he won't, but he does most things for a reason. I think it may be some time, but you're important to us. We don't want to see you hurt.”

- You look up at him and he looks back at you

- “How about I drive you home? You're shaking and it's too dark for you to walk.” He removes his servo

-You just nod as he transformers and you climb in.

- “Buckle up, friend. We still gotta follow road laws.” He begins to play music through his radio as you just look out his windows.

-So, when you come back to The Nemesis injured after a little scuffle with the Autobots a little injured, he took pity on you. How could he not? You two had been friends for some time and he's not that cruel

-I think Knockout is going to be rather tender with you, despite your injuries not being severe. He's not a brute! He's going to weld whatever needs welding and you're honestly going to look better than before you went to battle anyway. Think of it like a little R&R

-He's going to make conversation with it. And it's probably going to be over something stupid. Whether it be drama, some new mods he saw or really whatever comes to the processor. Humor him and make small talk.

-After you leave his area, he's going to check up on you. Probably not mentally but certainly physically. He's also going to compliment you on your physical appearance, maybe even tease you a little bit.

-If you really have strong feelings about getting hurt, he's going to give unhelpful advice but at least he cares!

        More importantly, she was stuck in the mud. Grumbling, she transformed into her root mode, stomping through the forest. This was the last time she was ever going to do something for Hot Rod! She trekked on, trying to avoid any and all branches. She knew she was too large for this beautiful planet, and despite her frustrations, she wasn't going to purposely and damage anything. So, she continued on to Autobot City, marching right up to its gates with Hot Rod's and Daniel's fishing polls. 

        The storm was loud and heavy as if the sky itself was trying to beat the metal city, as if it had offended the clouds. Arcee could now understand why humans developed so many religions with angry sky gods–it certainly looked angry to her. 

        She knew her around the place, having been living on Earth for about three stellar cycles now. Autobot city was large, but it only took an hour to travel its diameter in her alt mode. It wasn't just a stronghold, but also a nice place to live for the Autobots. It was a small slice of normalcy in an endless war. It was a nice place to live with you. 

        Arcee stormed inside, transforming once more and driving to the living quarters. Hot Rod could get his fishing lines in the morning when it finally stopped storming. When she made it, she went back to her route mode to get inside. The building was cool and rather plain with it just being several shades of gray. Gray walls, dark gray floors, light gray railings, gray, gray, and gray. If she wasn't so tired, she wouldn't have cared so much. She began walking up three flights of stairs just to get to her hallway. She'd get to see you soon and rinse off–she was tracking mud and dirt inside that she'd half to clean. 

        She knocked on the door; you opened it, faceplate twisting. “C'mon in, you look like you need a break.” You stepped to the side, letting her in. “I'll get you some energon. You should go wash off.” 

        Arcee followed your orders as you searched the cupboards for the small stash of energon, setting on the counter and making a small blend. The war efforts were cooling down, energon didn't need to be taken straight anymore, and certain things could be added to it to increase nutrients or flavor. You turned on the radio, music coming through. Jazz was undoubtedly staying up late again, just playing music for the city to hear. It was nice, really. 

        Your day had been hard, causing aches in all of your joints. You hadn't been in the fight with the Decepticons, but you had been a part of the cleanup. Then the spar with Ironhide went terribly wrong; you had landed wrong multiple times. The only good thing about it was that the medics said that it wasn't anything really serious. You still grimaced at the memory of that frankly embarrassing conversation with Springer that was going to haunt you until you went offline. 

        As you mentally tore yourself for your words, Arcee wrapped her arms around your mid section and rested her chin on your pauldrons. “What are you thinking about? Hopefully, something good.” Despite the rain, she felt warm to the touch. Pressing her derma to your temple, you smiled. 

        “I had a hard day. You?” 

        “I got stuck in the mud.” She pulled away, taking the energon and nursing it slowly. “Hot Rod asked me to get his fishing poles from the lake, and it turns out that it wasn't a very fun time.” Arcee sighed, optics closed for a moment as she set the empty energon cube on the counter. “How ‘bout we just rest and not worry about anything else? Probably better for us anyway.” 

        The two of you found the berth, and you found Arcee’s arms once more wrapped around your frame. There was something so comfortable about the whole scene from the rain pattering against the side of the building to the music from the radio and the loving embrace she had you locked into. 

        “I love you.” 

        “I love you too, Arcee.”

-You didn't talk, not to the Autobots and certainly not to the other humans. Ratchet couldn't blame you for not talking to the kids and not talking to the bits hadn't bothered him too much, but it had found it strange that you didn't talk to your fellow adults. 

-For a long while, he didn't really mind. It wasn't his business! But oh, the rest of the humans latched onto him and even you did. 

-You opened up to him, only a little. But, it was nice. 

-Most days, you hung out with him. He was often busy with his work so he didn't speak much. Ratchet had been rather blunt that he didn't care if you decided to wander off or not–you took that to mean he didn't care if you stayed or not. 

-Anxiety, especially social anxiety, ate you alive from the inside out. Some days you felt normal. Most days you didn't. Most days it was hard to crawl out of bed and go to work; the only good thing about your job is that you didn't have to speak to that many people and when you did, you had a little script that kept things easy. Even when you were at base, it completely wrecked you. Things only got easier when you knew a person long enough and that rarely happened. 

-Ratchet was gruff, sure, but there was something nice about him. Despite all of his muttering and yipping, he cared. 

-Neither of you really talked about it, your anxiety. Ratchet figured it out after watching you around base for so long. There was no point in bringing it up, but he did try to subtly support you where he could. It was mostly small things, but they were impactful none the less. 

I also have pretty bad anxiety, though not all of it is social. Writing this made me realize how long it's been since I've seen TFP. 

Also, Tumblr ate the ask and the original post. Luckily, I write on Google docs and just copy and past