SproutWrites 🌱

Rules! :)

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- You’re welcome to submit things anonymously! I completely understand, everything I ever submit it anonymous lol

- I write Transformers x Reader and Star Wars x Reader. Primarily human readers, and I try to keep them gender neutral or I will specify otherwise when necessary. I also write Transformers x OC for my own OC’s occasionally. I do like posting some things about my own oc’s to actually flesh out their lore a little more, even if it doesn’t get as much attention :)

- Please be kind to myself and others. I am newer at writing and getting more comfortable with it, so I won’t be writing at a Shakespeare level! I will delete anything that seems derogatory.

- Absolutely no AI. The whole purpose of this blog is to get rid of my old c.ai habits. (I’m 5 months clean as of writing this! :D)

- This account is SFW as of right now. I CAN write some suggestive stuff, but I am not yet comfortable writing anything NSFW or 18+. Eventually I might make another blog, or update this one to be 18+, but not right now. Anybody is welcome to read my fanfictions, but just remember, you are accountable for what you view on the internet.

- I love getting requests!! Though I am a busy college student so sometimes some requests might take a little longer to write!

- Continuities I am familiar with: TFP, TFA, G1, Armada, IDW/MTMTE Comics (Im slowly reading them), Rescue Bots. || Star Wars: Basically all of it that isn’t comics!

- I will write basically anything!! Though I do reserve the right to not answer some asks if it’s something that makes me uncomfortable.

- I will not write anything 18+ right now, absolutely no cheating. I refuse to write anything for cheating. I also will NOT write anything romantic with children. Do not ask.

- Proshippers/Anti-LGBT/Trump Supports/ICE Supporters/Hateful People DNI. We will NOT have a good time.

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Masterlist! :)

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Transformers

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Bluestreak:

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Breakdown:

Misunderstandings - Knockout and Breakdown

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Chromedome:

Baking - Platonic Reader & Romantic Rewind

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Constructicons:

First Interaction - G1 Constructicons (Mostly Scavenger)

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First Aid:

Forest Walk - G1 First Aid

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Jazz:

Headcanons - TFA Jazz

Fanart - TFA Jazz (I love it sm)

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Knockout:

Misunderstandings - Knockout and Breakdown

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Kup:

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Megatron:

Soft Steel - TFP Megatron

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Metroplex:

City’s Heart - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Ongoing…

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Perceptor:

Unintentional Sleep Aid - G1 Perceptor

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Ratchet:

Sleep - TFP Ratchet

Relax - TFP Ratchet

Injury - TFP Ratchet

Left Out - TFA Ratchet

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Rewind:

Baking - Platonic Reader & Romantic Chromedome

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Rung:

Therapy - MTMTE Rung

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OC’s:

Temporary Blindness - Ratchet x OC!Warbird

Care - Ratchet x OC!Warbird

Artwork - Several OC’S

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Star Wars

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Maul:

Tranquility

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Here’s two things I got myself too! :) (Wish they had a Zeb plush)

Just something goofy, while watching the movie I thought to myself “Din x Zeb. My new ship.” I know that Kallus and Zeb is the primary ship for Zeb, but hear me outttttt. Mando and him didn’t have many interactions in the movie, but when they did interact I felt there’s some possibilities there. Their whole banter back and forth. Please, let this propaganda spread. I, selfishly, want to see this ship take root LOL

Theres a handful I feel could go into this category! I’ll try to explain my reasoning too :D || ALSO! I FINALLY FINISHED ALL MY FINALS! I’m going to try to get a couple of these requests out now :)

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Autobots:

- Beachcomber: He’s just a big animal and nature fan in general, so naturally he falls into the category. While I don’t think they would be his favorite creatures, I think the gentler of the species would be higher up on his aquatic species list.

- Seaspray: I feel that he would like a lot of aquatic/semi aquatic animals. I like to imagine that the mermaid chick he met in the g1 show would have shown some to him, and he loved them since then. Seals might even be his favorite of the animals he’s seen. He especially loves harbor seals, but he would really love to see a harp seal at some point. He loves how

- All of the Rescue Bots: They already like going to the zoo and whatnot. I think some would express their love more outright than others, but deep down they all enjoy seals. ESPECIALLY Blades. He watched one documentary on them and thought they were the cutest creatures. (He is terrified of leopard seals though. Heatwave thought it would be funny to show him one of those “cursed pictures” of one and it’s high on his long list of things that scare him.)

Decepticons:

- Soundwave: I think a lot of human creatures fascinate him. Most of his cassettes are mechanical animals and he seems to care for each of them. I think that would carry into earth animals too. Seals just struck him because they’re very unique creatures and have a wide range of

- Shockwave: Because he wants to experiment on them, so he finds them fascinating.

- Tarn: And hear me out. He likes leopard seals for the reason that Blades doesn’t. He thinks leopard seals are the coolest of the seal species. Especially after he, begrudgingly at first, watched a documentary about them and learned that they tend to like to play with their prey before eating them. I think for the same reason he would be a fan of orcas.

- Swindle: He uh… he just wants to sell their hide. He knows it goes for a pretty penny since it is illegal to sell (I think-).

Tranquility

Maul x Reader

The Maul show was SO GOOD!! This won’t have any spoilers for the show! I just felt inspired to finally write something from Star Wars after rewatching it again today.

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Your head is resting on a red and black chest, an arm was wrapped around your waist keeping you against the Zabrak in front of you. You could hear his double heartbeat under your ear which you must admit is quite soothing, if not for your constant worry to not move a muscle.

It is exceedingly rare to have these softer moments with Maul. He isn’t exactly the epitome of soft and gentle, he’s very quick to anger and moments of needing to be alone. Right now you felt like when you were a kid and you tried to act like you were invisible to be able to stay awake past your bedtime, hoping your parents forgot you were there. Instead, you don’t want to move and wake up Maul. Besides, he barely slept as is, haunted by thoughts he refused to share with you. This was one of the rare times he actually let you stay and sleep alongside him, and the even rarer time that you woke up before him.

You had absentmindedly been tracing some of his tattoos on his chest with an exceptionally light touch, nothing that would have woken him up. You doubted he was ticklish… Your legs were falling asleep from how you’ve been in the same position but you don’t dare move. However, one thing did catch you off guard. The Zabrak under you started purring. You didn’t even know they could do that, least of all him. ‘I need to look into Zabrak biology more…’ you thought to yourself.

When he shifted a little you froze again, your finger stopped its tracing on his chest. Going back to your frozen state. ‘Don’t move, don’t move. He looks so peaceful right now-‘ you thought, amongst a storm of other stuff quickly running through your head. You had nothing else to do right now so you just vocalized a lot of stuff in your head to keep you entertained.

“Quiet your mind…” he mumbled, his eyes were still closed and you didn’t even realize he had woken up. His words had no real bite behind them. All the thoughts that had been running though your mind suddenly dissipated. “Sorry.” You admit sheepishly, you really didn’t mean to wake him up.

The room fell back into silence, and you went back to tracing his tattoos. It was a weirdly soothing act for you and he wasn’t really making any moves to stop you. His arm did tighten around your waist a little bit which made you bite back a smile. Leaning back a little bit you looked up at him. His eyes were half lidded, his yellow eyes didn’t hold that usual anger or frustration in them. Instead, you could still see the exhaustion beneath them, the same exhaustion he always tried to hide under his severity.

“What?” He caught you staring. Granted, you weren’t exactly being the most sneaky person about it. Just openly admiring and examining his face. “Nothing.” You responded and he just hummed. His hand slid from your waist up to the back of your head where he gently pushed your head back down onto his chest. Nobody else would believe this version of him existed if you told anyone. You never would, that would be a huge breach of his trust, and he already didn’t give out his trust very often.

You kept yourself relatively still, you were content listening to his two hearts and the sound of his breathing. After several minutes of laying there you decide to take a chance. “You should get some more sleep…” You whispered.

“I am aware.”

“You haven’t slept good in two days.” Silence followed that, and you were afraid you overstepped. You opened your mouth to apologize when he sighed. “It’s… difficult.” He said quietly.

You were aware what was implied when he said that. Nightmares, memories, rage that never seemed to truly quiet. You would never push for information from him, you’ve learned that mistake. You shifted slightly in his arms until you could see into his eyes while still laying down. For a moment you were worried he would pull away. That the vulnerability of this moment would become too much and he would retreat behind coldness again like he usually does.

Instead, he just watched you silently. You hesitated for a moment, you really didn’t want to ruin this moment with a stupid movement… You reached up slowly, slow enough to gauge his reaction if he was going to growl or pull away from you like you’ve known him to do before. When he didn’t seem to do any of that you brush your fingers along his cheek and up to the base of one of the horns on his head. You remain almost featherlight in your touches, as if too hard of one would remind him of his anger and he would leave. It’s a very fine line you have to walk with him.

Maul exhales softly through his nose, it wasn’t one of annoyance. You’ve heard that one countless times. This was tiredness. “You indulge in dangerous habits.” He says, his eyes haven’t left yours even while you do your own thing.

“Touching you?” You ask, bringing your hand back down to cup his cheek gently. He ever so slightly leaned into your hand, it was almost a blink and you’ll miss it type deal.

“Caring for me.” That caught you off guard. The honesty in his voice wasn’t what you were expecting. You were expecting him to say anything other than that. He hardly shows any emotions that aren’t anger or frustration. He’s calm sometimes, but it always has an unsteady feeling, like a ticking time bomb. So for him to say something vulnerable like this was basically uncharted territory for you.

There was a long moment of silence, where he then shifted you around in his arms and moved your head to his neck so he could rest his chin on top of your head. It’s awkward at first, and takes you some maneuvering to get yourself comfortable. But it didn’t feel forced, this was him being more affectionate in his own exceptionally strange way.

The room fell quiet again after he moved you. His knuckles running along your spine absentmindedly, you presume he probably didn’t realize what he was doing. He was still fairly stiff, as if he was prepared for violence to break out. You doubt anything could get that part of him to quiet down. You reached over to grab his hand that was resting on his chest, and surprisingly he went with it. You bring his hand to your mouth and place a kiss on it, immediately that purring sound from earlier began again. You wanted to laugh at it, but didn’t want to draw attention to it and him get embarrassed and stop. So instead you released his hand and curled back up against him.

He might be a difficult man… but from the small pieces of his past he has allowed you to hear, you can understand why. That is precisely why you’re going to try to break his cycle of terrible people in his life. You would never take advantage of the trust, however small and fragile, he has bestowed upon you.

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I also tried out a kind of new writing style for this one. I’m really proud of how this one turned out!! | TW for slight PTSD, Sparkeater deserves its own TW.

Therapy

Rung x Reader

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Sleep has been a foreign concept for you for quite a while now. You had a run in with that sparkeater on board, something you’re not going to get out of your head for a very long time. That… creature is what you see every time you shut your eyes, and you’re starting to show signs of fatigue.

“Why don’t you go see Ratchet? Or Rung, I know you two are close. Ratchet could get you something to knock you out and force you to sleep. Rung could talk you through your issues and bore you to sleep.” Swerve motions to you, attention torn between you and the other bots he’s serving from behind the bar. “You should do it soon. You look awful.”

That makes you huff. “Gee thanks, you flatter me.” Swerve doesn’t realize that you have kind of wanted to talk to Rung about it, but the fact that the two of you are so close weirdly unsettles you. It’s something you should feel comfortable doing, but you don’t. Maybe you don’t want to add to his pile of stress? He’s told you hot tired he is after some sessions. “Thanks for the ideas Swerve. I’ll try to do one of them.”

With a nearby bots help, they help you down to the floor and you start making your way back to your room. Still tossing around the thought of actually speaking to Rung about what’s bothering you. Sliding the door open it seems your mind was basically made up for you. Inside was Rung sitting on your bed mass displaced. He had a concerned look on his face as he held out a servo to you. “Your field feels troubled. Tell me what’s wrong.” He holds your hand in his and pulls you slightly closer to himself. he brushes a digit against the dark eyebags under your eyes. He clearly knows something is wrong now.

You move into his arms and hug him, burying your face in his shoulder and feeling his arms wrap around you in return. Your mind keeps playing tricks on you too recently with your lack of sleep.

Teeth. The scraping sound of something metal dragging along the ground of the ship. Those claws slashing too close to you, snagging on your clothing and ripping a hole in it as well as scratching the wall of the ship.

You hug him tighter. You really didn’t want to bother him with everything, but it was getting too much. You can’t keep just not sleeping, these nightmares are starting to plague you even when you’re awake now. You can kind of hear Rung saying something but you’re too caught up in your own head at the moment to make it out. Servos move to your face, pulling back from you slightly he angles your head up towards his to make eye contact. “Look at me. Give me three senses. What do you feel?” He speaks in such a soft voice, he can see something is clearly troubling you.

“Uh… um. Your servo.” You stutter, trying to swallow back the burn of tears. He smiles at you. “Ok, good. What can you hear?” You try to regulate your breathing enough to hear over the sound of both your breath and your heartbeat in your ears.

“The ship. The hum of it.” You sound a little more confident with that one. It’s often a sound that you found comfort in. He nods at that one too. “Good, good. And lastly can you tell me something you see?”

“You. I can see you.” He’s always good at bringing you back to the present if something is bothering you. I mean, it is his job, but with you he never makes it feel like it is a job. “That’s good. Good job.” He rubs another finger under your eyes on the darker bags. He moves you to the berth and sits down with you, keeping you within arms length now. “Would you like to talk about what’s keeping you awake? I tend to be good at listening.” He joked, and you appreciate it. It does make you smile a little bit.

“Shouldn’t you be recharging? This is when you usually go to sleep.” You try to change the topic, not sure if you’re ready to talk about it just yet. It brings back the memories and you need to calm down just a little bit longer before talking about it. Something he sees to pick up on, but he does push just a little bit.

“So should you.” Ok fair. “Still experiencing nightmares?” He asks you, and you nod. It’s easier to nod and shake your head than to vocalize it at this moment. You’re not sure why you cant just say what you want, but every time you think you finally can, it feels like it’s lodged sideways in your throat. You huff a slight laugh. “You could tell?” You said partially joking. “I am a psychiatrist. I see struggles of all kinds on this ship.” Right, you suppose your joke didn’t really sound as funny out loud as you thought it might have.

Silence settles between the two of you, it’s not exactly uncomfortable, but it is just silent. You stare down at your hands and fiddle with your fingers for what feels like an eternity for yourself. “I… thought it was gone…”

“The nightmares?”

“The fear.” Your voice cracks a little when you speak your mind finally. “Everybody seemed to move on from the Sparkeater attack… but I-“ You swallowed hard, but force yourself to get through this. “Sometimes when the ship creaks I panic and think it’s come back… I can’t get it out of my head, every time I close my eyes I see that hideous thing. And it terrifies me Rung…”

Rung lets you speak, his internal components humming softly in the quietness of the room. But he keeps a constant servo on your hand. “The mind doesn’t measure danger by statistics. It measures it by impact.” You scoff at that. “That sounds like something you tell all your patients.”

“I do.” He admits. “And they all have the same reaction as you.” You rubbed your eyes hard, the lack of sleep is really screwing with you and your eyes feel so dry. “It’s stupid. I know that we survived, I mean look. I’m here talking to you right now! I know that the Sparkeater is dead… but when I sleep my mind acts like it doesn’t know that.”

“It puts you back there at that time. At a time when you felt the most in danger.” His words land with painful accuracy, you can’t really do anything other than just nod. “Cybertronians became accustomed to danger. We’ve normalized it… Catastrophe becoming routine after many many years.” A faint frown on his face accompanies his words. “Humans are not built for that. What you experienced is something no other human has ever seen before.”

“I certainly don’t feel built for anything right now…” You mumble and he shifts on the berth, turning to be cross legged in front of you. “Traumatized people rarely do.” He responds.

Those words should have hurt, you should have felt like he was mocking you or something. But they don’t. Instead it gave you almost a… relieving feeling? It was as if someone had finally removed the invisible rock that was crushing down on your chest. Rung continues, scooting closer to you and putting his servos on your face again. “Your mind is attempting to protect you. Unfortunately it cannot distinguish between memory and present danger when you are asleep. The brain is a fascinating thing.”

“You make nightmares sound scientific.” You lean into his servo and try to joke again.

“They are scientific.” His bluntness made you snort. A small victory that has him smiling a little now too.

“What if the nightmares don’t stop…?” You inwardly wince, that came out way weaker than you were intending. Rung’s expression softened a little, he pulls you into a hug now. He hums a little before he answers. “I don’t think healing necessarily means forgetting. I think it means teaching your mind that survival is possible after experiencing something like you did.”

It was quiet after he said that. Sure, the nightmares might not stop right away. There isn’t really anything you or anybody else on this ship can do about that at the moment. Time does heal most wounds. You leaned forward into the hug and rested your head in the mesh of his neck. “You know. Many species find physical proximity calming after distress.” You roll your eyes, he can be such a nerd at times.

“Are you psychoanalyzing a hug?” You tease. “I’m contextualizing it.” He responds. Your usual banter back, you don’t feel like sleeping, despite how exhausted you are. But you must admit, being held is helping you, and talking with him also helped immensely.

“Don’t ever feel you have to hide problems from me just because I may be tired after working with other bots all day.” That makes you jerk back to look at him confused.

“How did you-“ He cuts you off by placing a finger on your lips with a slight smile. “I’m a psychiatrist. It is my job to be able to tell what is bothering my patients.” You should have known. Of course he would figure out why you never really go to him when things are bothering you.

“That is a discussion for another time. Let us lay down, even if you don’t sleep, laying down is beneficial.” He lays down on his back on the berth and opens one arm for you. You come over and lay yourself down and curl into his side, your head on his shoulder. Here you are able to hear his internal components moving better, and he begins making that rumbling sound you’ve often heard some of the bots making. You just call it purring.

Even if you don’t get a full nights rest tonight, or even any rest. You can feel that weight that has been on your chest is lessened, you’re not jumping at every sound. Here in Rung’s arms, no monsters can get you, he’ll be sure of that.

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Perceptor! Oh how I adore thee. My most humble gratitude to you, anon!! I had a lot of fun writing this one :D | Not proofread! (My sibling has been helping me decide what pictures to include on my fanfics recently :D)

Unintentional Sleep Aid

G1 Perceptor x Reader

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You’ve not been sleeping well these past few days. Nightmares plaguing your mind when you weren’t fighting insomnia. You’ve taken to nightly walks around the base to try and clear your mind, even though you aren’t completely sure what has been causing your recent trouble. Sliding out of bed after having laid in bed for hours and not feeling the urge to sleep, you sigh, wrap your blanket around your shoulders, and head out to do your usual laps around the base.

Tonight however, as you’re passing a room you hear talking. What on earth is someone else doing awake at this time? You knew the bots didn’t really have to sleep like you humans did, but they still tried to be as quiet as possible when it got later since they did have a couple humans living on the base with them. As you step closer to the room you are finally able to pinpoint which bot it was, Perceptor. He was always sweet to you, and since he was up you wondered if he wouldn’t mind some company.

Stepping closer to the door it slides open, and you step it. The bot before you was so engrossed in whatever it was he was working on that he didn’t even register someone had entered. The door sliding shut behind you is what finally alerted him to look over at the door. You watched his expression become confused when he didn’t see anyone standing there and you laughed. “Down here.” You call up, and watch as his gaze moves downwards. “Ah! Hello there.” He smiles politely at you and offers a hand for you to step into.

He sits you down on the tabletop beside the project he was working on. Moving his giant chair back to be halfway between you and the project. “What are you doing awake at this hour? You humans need approximately 8 hours of sleep every night to function optimally.” He holds a finger up as he speaks and you shake your head with a huffed laugh. “Can you tell me what you’re working on?”

He pauses mid sentence and perks up, he does enjoy talking about things he’s passionate in, such as experiments. He motions to the very large petrie dish he had been observing. “I have been observing this virus. I believe the term I have found is bacteriophage? This virus is rather fascinating. It infects bacteria and then replicates and replaces it from within. I do not believe they are harmful to humans, and in my research I found that they have been used in the past as a form of treatment, or an alternate to antibiotics.” As he speaks, he moves his arms all around. It’s quite clear that he enjoys what he does.

“I don’t see anything.” You motion to the dish that looked empty from what you could see. Smiling, Perceptor waves you over. “That would be because these are far too small. Here, let me help.” He transforms and moves his microscope down, you watch as parts of it shift and focus. When he seemed to stop you step up onto his base and look through the lens with a little difficulty. Even as a microscope, he is giant. Now you can see what he’s been looking at. You’re not sure what you’re looking at, but there is things visible now.

“Oh that’s cool!” You step down off of him so he can transform again, and his smile hasn’t left his faceplate. You return back to your original spot to give him some space, and he rants on an on about the bacteriophage’s shape and how it gains its unique shape. You can feel yourself starting to get tired, not because you were bored, but his voice was soothing. He might be saying a whole lot about stuff you know very little about, but he’s passionate, and you like that for him. You can only hope that as your eyes get harder to keep open, the dream that comes to you is a peaceful one, and not a continuation of your nightmare from earlier.

Perceptor, still ranting doesn’t hear you respond after he asks you a question. He finally stops for two seconds and looks over at you. You’re curled up on the table with your blanket you had brought along wrapped around you. At first he was afraid that he had bored you to sleep, but he remembers how tired you had looked when you had came in here not that long ago. Deciding to let you sleep, he now quietly returns to observing the contents inside of the dish. You need your sleep, and he’s honored you came to him and felt safe enough with him to fall asleep.

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Perceptor continues what he was doing before you arrived, occasionally looking over to check on you when you would shift or make a noise. He could feel your field, it seemed content, more content than when you had first arrived. He might not understand humans as well as he would like, but he could tell that something hadn’t been right. He wasn’t going to push you to tell him, that isn’t the kind of bot he is, if you wanted to tell him you would. It wasn’t until your field started to become unsettling again and you were starting to writhe around a little that he decided to intervene. He mass shifts and steps on the table, coming over towards you he sits down at your side and hesitantly rubs your back. He isn’t very good at this, but you were a friend and he didn’t like allowing you to be upset over something when he could at least try to help.

He continued rubbing your back and occasionally saying something soothing, until he could feel your field calm back down. You went back to the calm state again, and he decided to stay there with you. He didn’t need to recharge right now, but he wanted to sit with you in case whatever happened to you prior happened again. After all, you had trusted him enough to sleep around him, protecting you is the least he can do.

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When you awake, it is one of the longest rests you’ve had in a long time. Your eyes are so bleary, and it’s very bright in the room so you’re squinting badly trying to see your surroundings. Something very hard is pressing against you, almost like you’re laying on bleachers which makes you groan and sit up. You rub at your eyes as they finally start adjusting to the light and you realized you were still in the lab. Turning you see Perceptor sitting against you with a much smaller petri dish in his servo, probably still taking notes about whatever it was you were talking about with him last night. Remembering the conversation makes your heart drop to your stomach and the urge to apologize immediately bubbles up.

“Oh my god Perceptor. I am so sorry for falling asleep last night! That was so rude of me, you were talking, and I just started getting really tired and I couldn’t help it-” He shakes his head and sets aside the dish. He was smiling again, always seems to be smiling.

“Do not worry. You needed sleep, and I am very happy that you entrusted me with your safety while you rested.” He waved you off. “If you ever need help resting in the future, I would be more than willing to talk and bore you to sleep.” He teases, walking to the edge of the table and mass shifting back to full size. He offers his servo for you to step into.

Without questioning it you move and sit into his servo, you held his thumb for balance as he makes the much faster trek back to your quarters. He places you down outside of the room and doesn’t step foot through your door. He doesn’t want to intrude in your space without being invited in. Instead he smiles and waves as he backs away a few steps. “Consider my offer. It seemed to work well for you.”

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I hope this is ok! I’m realizing how many of my stories have sleeping in them… My friend said it’s because I don’t sleep a lot, so I’m projecting 💀 ANYWAY! I hope you enjoy!! :D

City’s Heart | Part 4

Metroplex x Reader

1 | 2 | 3 | ongoing…

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Protection or overbearing? The lines have been quite blurred recently with the bot, Slammer, looming around you. He seems kind, but it’s overwhelming just how much he’s lingering in your presence. Going to the dining hall, you’re aware of the bot following along behind you. He’s always very quiet, and when he does talk it sounds forced. You feel a servo wrap around you and lift you up suddenly. “Hey?!” You startle, but just after you were picked up a couple of bots drive through really fast chasing one another and shouting playfully. “Oh… thank you.” How on earth he knew they were coming was beyond you. He doesn’t put you back down, instead he carries you the rest of the way. Setting you down on a tabletop, he disappears for a short time, coming back with your normal order and some energon. He sits down and slides the tray over to you, watching you to let you eat first before he does.

You look at the bot, then at the food. It is your exact order. That should creep you out, but for some odd reason something at the back of your mind is almost whispering and telling you that it is ok. “You didn’t poison this behind my back, did you?” You tease, but regret it almost immediately when Slammer looks like a kicked puppy, like it physically hurt him that you thought he’d do that. “I’m joking… If Metroplex hasn’t set off alarms, I trust you.” You begin eating, and he watches while sipping his energon. Another bot enters, and his attention is snapped over towards the new bot, relaxing when he sees First Aid.

“Aid!” You call, waving at the bot happily. He waves then looks at the other bot with you. “Slammer? What are you doing out of your sector. You never leave it!” He genuinely asks, patting Slammer on the shoulder and sitting down beside you. Slammer motions to you and finally answers. “Protecting the human.”

First Aid looks like he’s lost in thought, and you can tell when it hits him. Looking down at you he makes a “wait here” motion to you, and then motions for Slammer to follow him. The two go out of earshot from you to chat. You shrug and go back to eating.

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Metroplex, through Slammer, listens to the medic. “Do they know who you actually kind of are? Or are you running the risk of creeping them out?” Slammer vents and looks back towards where you’re sat eating a sandwich. “Talking… is hard. My energy is very low…” He manages to say. First Aid rests his servo on Slammer’s shoulder again. “Would you like for me to tell them?”

While Metroplex is thankful for his friend, he doesn’t want to let you know yet. Secretly he’s hoping that you will become attached to Slammer so he actually has a way of feeling connected to you… But that also makes him fearful that you will forget about him. The real him. He’s so torn between telling you or not. He selfishly doesn’t want you to know, and willingly choose the false him.

First Aid watches the drones expressions while he thinks. “Please tell them eventually. And while you do that, I’ll try to figure out a way to get your energy back.” Slammer nods and begins to walk back into the cafeteria. He stops a few steps away and turns back to the medic. “Thank you.”

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Slammer returns to your table, and sits back down. He looks like he’s in his own mind now. You place a hand on his servo, and he snaps out of it. “Are you okay?” The bot stares at you for a couple seconds before nodding. He sees you’re finished and he takes your tray to the wash rack. Scooping you back up, he takes you outside to a balcony you didn’t know was here. It’s dark outside still, but the sun is getting closer to rising. A bench forms behind you and you smile, sitting down. “Thank you Metroplex.” The bot beside you keeps standing.

You two watch as the sun rises. Slammer watches you more. Metroplex feels his spark do something weird, something he isn’t sure it’s ever done before. He can’t force Slammer to look away from you, he’s transfixes on the golden hue of the sun projecting on your features. When he does manage to tear his expression away, it’s only because in his distracted state he missed Ultra Magnus trying to get ahold of him.

The bot beside you suddenly powers down momentarily, before it comes back online and stands there like nothing happened. But something feels off about him. Like he’s here but he isn’t. His gaze seems… emptier than before? “Slammer? Are you alright?” And the bot does not respond. He’s always quiet, but this time he is not responding at all. “Slammer?” You reach out and put a hand on his arm and theres nothing. He doesn’t even react, it’s like you aren’t even here. This bot has been so overbearing recently so this is extremely unsettling.

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Metroplex is only half listening to what Ultra Magnus is saying. He wants to get back to Slammer so he can be near you more. He isn’t sure what is happening, but he is beginning to need to be near you and make sure you are ok. He tells himself he’s just protecting you, but he isn’t sure if he believes himself anymore. Unfortunately, now keeping the drone online as well as himself is making his energy drain even faster than it did before. Completely zoning out from Ultra Magnus now his processor returns to the conversation with First Aid earlier… Maybe he should actually tell you who he is sooner than later.

Once Ultra Magnus stops talking, he snaps back to it. He probably should have been listening, but theres nothing he can do about it now. It’s not like he could ask for it to be repeated since nobody here can speak to him. It gets lonely… even though he has so many bots living inside of him, and under his protection. He’s lonely. You’ve been one of the only people to actually interact with him in some way, aside from First Aid. Everybody else only interacts when they need something or want something from him.

His attention goes back to the drone where he sees you’re shaking the bot’s arm. He sinks his attention back into the drone where he now feels your hands on ‘his’ arm.

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“Slammer. It’s not funny. What is going on?” You jerk back and yell in surprise when the bot’s head turns towards you. The bot reaches out and grabs your hand in his servo now. “I’m… sorry. Glitch in my processor...” He lies, feeling bad when he does so, but he isn’t ready to tell you who he is just yet… soon… but not right now. Right now? He just wanted to spend time with you, even if it’s something as simple as watching the sun rise, or eating together. Yeah… protection. He isn’t sure that’s what it is anymore.

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Soft Steel

TFP Megatron x Reader

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Being scooped up wasn’t abnormal with a large mech such as Megatron. You could be doing your own thing, and you’d feel large metal claws wrap around your torso to pick you up and take you elsewhere. Usually he’s silent as he carries you, glaring at passing vehicons who dare glance sideways at him. He tried to keep you separate from most of the bots on the Nemesis. He trusted you with Soundwave, Knockout and Breakdown. Occasionally a vehicon or two, but usually just the aforementioned three. He keeps you far away from Starscream, so far you’ve never even seen the bot.

”Everything ok?” You ask when he appears to be even quieter today. He’s not even venting with frustration like he normally would have by now, weird. He spares a singular glance at you in his servo, before looking back at where he’s walking. Yeah, definitely weird. His hold on you is also slightly tighter than it usually is, nothing painful, but noticeable.

Finally getting to his quarters, he’s about to open the door when he hears the last voice he wanted to hear at the moment. “Ah, Megatron! What a surprise to see you here and not on the bridge!” Megatron vents for the first time since scooping you up, growling he turns. “What is it Starscream…?” He moves his other servo to somewhat block you from the seeker. Unfortunately for you, he notices you anyway.

”Oh? An organic? I didn’t take you for the type Megatron.” You held one of Megatron’s digits as you peeked over his hand, finally taking in this bot that Megatron has tried very hard to keep you away from. He kind of looked like a giant mosquito with heels, and you had to sit back down and cover your mouth to keep from laughing at that image. The amount of annoyed venting Megatron was doing gave away how much this guy annoys him. “Get on with it.”

“Why are you wasting time with one of these squishy creatures instead of leading the Decepticons and killing Prime. A good leader wouldn’t hesitate to kill humans, they’d never be caught dead with one as a pet.” That elicits another growl from the giant mech holding you.

“You believe that you would be a better leader than me. We go through this every single day. Give it a rest Starscream.” Megatron just sounded more tired now, you can’t really blame him. Especially if he has to deal with this guy everyday. Honestly, you tried tuning out this Starscream guy. He seems rather full of himself, and Megatron ended up just leaving Starscream standing there in the middle of one of his boastful speeches. The door shutting and locking between you two and Starscream.

“Wow. That guy is obnoxious.” Megatron looks down at you and vents, though not frustratedly like he had been, this one was accompanied by a small smile that displays his sharp denta.

“You’re telling me…” He sets you down on the berth, going over to a table and grabbing something.

“Why do you keep him around then…?” Megatron didn’t answer that, and you figured it best not to push the topic. He comes back over and lays on his berth, placing you on his chest unceremoniously, making this weird rumbling noise. You push up onto your elbows to look at him with a shit eating grin. “Are you purring?” He places his servo on your back and pushes you back down onto his chassis, his purring rumbling through you better now.

“Silence from you, or I will throw you out to meet Starscream personally.” He had no actual intent behind his words, instead when you glance up at his head it was laid back, his optics closed, and his servo still resting on your back. “I’m terrified. You wouldn’t dare send me to be talked to death would you? You have some decency in you somewhere, right?” You banter back, and when he laughs you’re shaken on his chassis. Honestly, you’re proud of yourself for getting him to laugh.

“I wouldn’t even wish that upon Prime…” He reopens his optics and shift to sit upright, one hand moving under you to keep you from sliding all the way down him. “I have something for you.” You look up at him questioningly, it isn’t often he gets things for you. “Knockout helped.”

“Well now I’m even more intrigued.” You stand in his servo and look up at him. He opens his chest a little and reaches in to grab something, his plating closes afterwards as if it never even opened. “Since when could you do that??” He grins and places you on the berth in front of him and mass shifts down closer to your size. “There’s a lot about me that you don’t know, Little Bird.” He holds a bag out for you to take, not recognizing the logo on it but it is clearly some earthly company.

You take the bag from him and look in. Inside you see grey cloth, and when you pull the clothing out your eyes widen. “Knockout knows human customs and fashion better than I do… and he seemed more than willing to go back to earth to go clothes shopping.”

Looking at the outfit in your arms then back to him. “How on earth did he buy this? It’s not like he can just walk into a shop and buy stuff undetected.” Megatron shook his head. “I didn’t ask, I don’t care about humans seeing us. That worry is one that the Prime has.”

He sits down and leans back against the wall behind him. “Try it on.” With his usual shit eating grin he keeps watching, even lounging back to watch you. You roll your eyes and make a ‘turn around’ motion with your hand. He doesn’t right away, but eventually does give you some privacy with a huff. “You tease…”

“Yeah yeah. Shut up and turn around. It’ll be a surprise that way then.” You toss in that bit to convince him, quickly changing before he decides to get any other ideas and turn back around. “Ok. Turn.” You watch as Megatron turns back around, you stand with your arms outwards to let him take in the outfit. You don’t hear him say anything as you do a small turn, you look back up at his face. “Megatron? Do you like it…?” You had to admit, you really liked the outfit that was picked up, and it didn’t get passed you that it was in almost the exact same grey as Megatron’s armor.

You’ve never seen this look on his face before, and it makes you want to laugh. He looks awestruck over just an outfit you have on. “You look wonderful, Little Bird.” You hear him begin purring again. He stands up and approaches you, his optics taking you in up closer now. “Knockout has good taste.” He grins, putting his servos on your hips. “I would love to see you wear this often.” His fingers rub the material with a gentleness that most people would never see from the warlord.

“I’ve gotten something else for you.” He moves his head into your shoulder and wraps his arms around you. His sharp teeth gently nip at your throat before he retracts away from you and reaches back into his chest like he did before. “I hope it is to your liking.” He holds out his servo, and in it in a small metal box with a button on the side. You look at his questioningly, and he motions for you to take it.

Once it is in your hands, he reaches over and pokes the button on the side. A beam of light shoots out of the top and spreads out across the room. A scenic display takes over the room, along with soft sounds of nature. This didn’t look quite earthly, but it wasn’t too alien either. You put the box down on the berth and take a step back to look around in awe. “Oh wow… Megatron, this is beautiful.”

He watches you with a hidden smile. “There are several different settings as well. I know the Nemesis can get rather monotonous. I had Shockwave craft this for you. Instead of grey walls, you can observe nature and the sounds.” He motions to the walls as he comes back over to your side and slipping his arm around you. “If you wish to have anything else, I can have this upgraded to be to your liking. All you need to do is ask.”

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Misunderstandings

Knockout x Reader x Breakdown

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There’s no such thing as “normal days” on the Nemesis, not in the sense you would think of anyway. Especially when two huge bots are in the question, and even more so when you’re in a relationship with them. The Decepticons in and of themselves should come with their own warning. While everybody is chaotic, you can usually trust your two bots to be calm when alone.

Knockout brings you to some of his races, having a human in his car makes him way less suspicious, even if he has ridiculously tinted windows. He always dumps you out at a safe point if he deems the other racers to be far more aggressive for his taste. He would take you shopping, letting you have the money he wins from those races. He likes to drive past clothing stores and say what he thinks you would look “dashing” in, bonus points if he finds an outfit in his (or Breakdown’s) colors.

Breakdown likes to let you accompany him on patrol. It might not be as exciting as racing, but you’re more than happy to spend some calmer downtime with him. He might not show it in battle, but he really is a gentle giant. Breakdown is very sweet, has a stupid lopsided grin every time Knockout is talking. While he doesn’t always audibly admit his care towards you both, he loves helping you two and providing safety and care.

Sure, you sometimes feel like you’re impeding on their preexisting relationship, they’re centuries old! And you are only a few decades old. They’ve known each other for so long, been together for equally as long. They could probably tell you what the other is thinking at any given time. Despite this, they both welcomed you with open arms, and treated you as a much smaller, and far more fragile, equal.

Today, you were in the medbay, watching as Knockout works on a vehicon. Breakdown had to leave when he was summoned, something about a new artifact needing recovered. The medbay was oddly quiet today, Knockout wasn’t really looking your way. When Breakdown had been here earlier he wasn’t paying you much attention either, both of them have barely said 5 sentences in total today. Knockout finishes up with the Vehicon and sends him on his way, and instead of coming over to you to chat like he always does, he turns his back to you to clean up instead. Weird…

Later in the day, Breakdown had returned, and Knockout had went out on one of his races, without you this time. This left you and Breakdown alone for the evening. “Want to go out for a drive…?” You looked up at Breakdown, he almost never turns out a drive. He seems to hesitate for a second, looking stuck on what exactly he wants to say. “No, I’m busy tonight.” You deflate a bit, taking notice of the distance between you two, and how he seems to staying away from you unlike normal. “That’s alright…”

When Knockout returns, the two of them sit together on the berth, leaving you standing on the nearby workbench. “Guys?” You try calling out, getting no response you chalk it up to maybe not hearing you. “Guys…?” Still, they didn’t look up. You look at how far down off the workbench it would be to climb down, a fruitless effort, you’d break something no doubt. Looking back over at the two conversing, you feel your heart sink. Your fears about impeding in their relationship starting to seem more real. “Hello…?” You try one last time, and when they don’t look over, you move away from the edge. You sit down against some toolbox, your chest was hurting, and your head racing. You’re so confused, why are they suddenly treating you differently? What could you have possibly done to push them away? You thought everything was going so good.

There wasn’t anything comfortable for you to lay down on over here. It was late, you were tired, and it was obvious your two lovers weren’t right today. Looking around you find a dirty polish rag used by Knockout frequently, and you drag that over to use as a blanket. Laying down on the metal table, your back pressed against the metal of the toolbox, and covered by a rag that absolutely reeks of polishing chemicals. You lay turned in such a way that you’re facing away from them. “Gooodnight I guess…” you mumble, there truthfully very little you can do.

You aren’t sure when exactly you fell asleep, or even how long you’ve been asleep. The dim lighting in the room tells you it’s been at least an hour or so. You were about ready to fall back asleep when you heard a voice.

“Well what are we supposed to do? We can’t keep them here. They’d find out the truth.” One of the two vents, if you hadn’t just woken up you could probably tell who. “They’re going t find out sooner or later anyway. We will eventually have to go to them about it” Breakdown says, now you’re wide awake. Tell you what?

“We can’t just keep them here then. Maybe Soundwave will take them.” They want to get rid of you? Hearing all of this hurts immensely, and you have to fight to stop the tears, a losing battle really. “Good idea. I’ll take them to him tomorrow, say we have a mission. They trust us so they’ll believe it.” You stopped paying attention now, focusing on not sniffling and giving yourself away. Not fully getting your tears under control, you eventually feel large servos gently lifting you up. You try and act as asleep as you can, loosening all your joints and being all pliant. You get placed on Breakdown’s chest, the rag being removed and tossed elsewhere. “We’re sorry for all of this…” Breakdown, ever the sweet one says quietly. “Really sorry.” His large servos placed over you as a blanket, and he lays his head back. Knockout climbs into the berth and rests against the bigger mech, his own servo going up to brush at your hair. You seriously hoped your face didn’t have tear stains, or if it did they wouldn’t notice.

You awoke once more, now on Knockout. Breakdown was out on early morning patrol already like usual. Knockout gently poked you, “Wakey wakey.” You smiled at his playful tone, but your smile faltered, remembering what you overheard. “Breakdown and I have a mission unfortunately. Soundwave will be watching over you while we’re gone. We figured he was a better choice than Shockwave or Starscream…”

“Oh… yeah ok… let me go get my stuff.” Oh how you had hoped what you overheard last night was nothing more than a dream. While packing, you didn’t catch the worried expression Knockout wore. “Alright, let’s go…” You toss on your book bag, and lift your arms for Knockout to grab you. Instead of just picking you up like a Barbie doll, Knockout scoop you up and lets you sit in his upturned servo.

“We’ll be back, though I don’t know for sure when.” Breakdown, back from patrol joins your walk. “Just be mindful with Soundwave. He’s around Megatron a lot, which isn’t the issue. The issue is Starscream. Wherever Megatron is, Starscream is not far behind.”

Now it was your turn to be quiet, not answering them or bantering like usual. The trip was unbearably short. Soundwave appeared, opening a servo for you to be placed in, nodding once at Knockout and Breakdown once you were transferred over. He turns and walks away before the two could say goodbye, if they planned on it. You tried peeking over his servo to see if you could see your two bots to maybe even try waving at them. You couldn’t see around Soundwave’s pointy shoulders so you gave up. Guess you’d see if they planned on dumping you on this poor bot for good.

It was weirdly boring being with the silent bot. He just typed on a computer and said absolutely nothing. At some point, he popped off Laserbeak, who flew off for awhile. You tried reading whatever it was he was typing on the large computer, it was just a bunch of alien symbols and letterings you had no hope in even beginning to decipher. Laserbeak flew back maybe an hour later with some random assortment of snacks and a drink. No doubt stolen from a nearby convenience store. You don’t even question how he’s holding it.

“Thanks.” You muttered, watching Laserbeak reattach to Soundwaves chassis. The bot not even turning to see if you starting eating. Looking at the snacks, you seriously debating if you feel up to eat or not, the conversation you overheard last night coming back and weighing on you heavily. Deciding to ignore the food, you pull your knees to your chest and shut yourself into your thoughts.

You sit there for a good while, the bag left untouched at your side. You get broken out of your brain when you feel something poke you, looking up you see Soundwave. He’s pushing a chip bag towards you with an outstretched digit. On his screen… face… thing he displays a “?”.

“Sorry Soundwave. I know you didn’t ask to have a random human permanently dropped on you. Frankly, I don’t know why either, it’s very sudden.” You reached for the chip bag he was still subtly pushing towards you. “Alright alright… I’ll eat something.” You said, more let down than anything. You forgot how in-tuned to beings this bot can be. He always seems to know what someone is thinking or feeling.

Three days, it has been three days since you were dropped off with Soundwave. In the grand scheme of things, not that long, but when you don’t really have that much to do and lots of time to be in your head, it feels like an eternity. Occasionally, you would interact with Megatron, though, from a safe distance in Soundwaves servos or beside him on the console. Megatron didn’t seem to be as terrible as some made him out to be, when it was just you three, he seemed… tired?

The first time you catch a glimpse of that shiny red mech you know, he just kept walking based the main room. He didn’t have any artifacts in his servos, and didn’t seem beat up like a mission gone wrong. You had hoped that he would come get you from Soundwave, but he never even stepped foot through the door.

You thought, foolishly, that they would come collect you by the end of the day at least. But nobody ever came for you. Soundwave could even tell how upset you were. Your field was just radiating hurt, sadness, and confusion. Soundwave waited until you were asleep for the night to collect you in his servo and let himself into the medbay.

One of his tentacle things reached out and grabbed Breakdown, yanking him towards him. Soundwave points down at you, then to Breakdown, holding you out towards him. “I know you didn’t ask to have a random human permanently dropped on you.” He replays the recording of your voice from days ago, pulling up a video of you crying that you never knew he took, and would for sure be mortified to learn he has, displaying the video on his screen face.

Breakdown’s optics are wide as he’s taking in this sudden information, quickly (and per usual, gently) grabs you and holds you to his chassis. He nods a quick thanks to Soundwave, speedwalking off to find Knockout. He was trying so hard not to wake you up in his panic.

“Oh Knockout, we messed up badly-“ Breakdown turns the corner, holding you closely. Knockout, looking up from a data pad sees you. “What are you doing with them here?! They’re going to find out!” He whisper yells at the larger mech.

“Knockout stop. We can’t keep hiding this. I think our human has completely misinterpreted what’s been going on! They told Soundwave they thought we dropped them off with him permanently. He has videos of them crying. No secret is worth ruining our relationship over.” Breakdown, while somewhat frantic, is oh so gently rubbing your back with a servo. It was a calming habit of his he had picked up over the time you were together.

“Oh.” Knockout comes over, now looking down at you then to Breakdown. “They think we’ve forgotten them?” It was Knockout’s turn to take you from Breakdown’s servo. Knockout sits on the berth and mass shifts. The sudden drop feeling wakes you up, and you feel arms hugging you tightly.

“What are you doing Soundwave…” You mumble, still trying to wake up and get your eyes to stay open for longer than 2 seconds. The arms around you tighten a fraction, and warm air hits you as the bot vents.

“Now I hope my finish is a little more glamorous than Soundwaves.” That voice wake you up immediately. You opened your eyes to see that there was in fact the shiny red bot hugging you, though far smaller than normal. “You came back for me…” You asked, not fully believing you weren’t still asleep and dreaming. “Yes sweetspark, we’re both here.”

“Why…” A dumb question you realize as it leaves your mouth. Knockout grimaces, but simultaneously looks confused. “I fear I don’t understand? You’re our human, why wouldn’t we come get you?” And much like you, he regrets what leaves his mouth the moment he asked, especially upon seeing your expression.

“I… overheard you and Breakdown talking before you left on your ‘mission’. How you were giving me up to Soundwave. I know I don’t fit in your relationship, being a tiny human and all. But you guys could have just told me instead of disappearing together… I would have understood…” You were about to continue, but got shut up by a servo holding your face, and the red bot in front of you kissing you. “Breakdown, can you bring the item please?”

The big blue bot climbs onto the berth and mass shifts behind you. Knockout stands to meet him, they talked very briefly with their back facing you, and they seemed to hand each other something. “While here on Earth, the last thing either of us expected was to meet an organic that would catch our optics… But in our time with you, we realized that most things have been done our way.” Knockout starts, they both turn towards you now, and the red mech steps forward, holding one of your hands. Breakdown looked much more nervous, stepping forward he hold your other one. “We… have been researching human customs. And Knockout has been telling me about some of those movie things he watches. We wanted to do something your way for once…”

Simultaneously, both bots slid onto one knee, glancing at one another Breakdown goes first. “We’re… not the greatest at this Earth stuff, but we’re trying. While we’ve been distant these past few days, we’ve been searching for something for you.” Knockout holds out what was in his servo, theres a ring, made with ruby as the gemstone. “Will you take my servo in marriage?” Breakdown also holds out a ring, sapphire on this one. Cute they color coded them. “Would you marry me as well?”

The distance between them and you starting to come together, but that was the least on your brain right now. You had short circuited, looking at the two rings being offered to you and the fact that these two bots just proposed to you? Your silence was starting to unnerve them and they glances nervously at one another. You snapped out of it immediately, covering your mouth as tears returned to your eyes, though for a much different reason this time. “Yes-“ you whisper, voice breaking. You had a huge smile on your face though, so it was quite obvious to the mechs that you weren’t upset.

Holding out your hand, they awkwardly put the rings on different fingers. Then looked at each other. “Now what…?” Breakdown leaned in to whisper to Knockout, who looked just as lost. “Uh… I believe now in the movies they usually embrace each other and spin?” You laugh and hug them both. Their distance meaning so much more now, looking at the two rings on your hand you smiled. “Please never scare me like that again…” They hug you back. “Never again.” They promised.

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Baking

Chromedome/Rewind x Platonic!Reader

I am not super far into the MTMTE comics, and I don’t really know these characters super well. So I hope I did alright with this one :’) | I did make Rewind and Chromedome have a small romantic scene since they are Conjunxs, but they are platonic friends with reader!! I hope that was ok! | Not proofread

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They aren’t even sure where you had gotten the earth supplies here in the middle of space on the Lost Light, but weirder things have happened. You had to do some creative thinking on how to make your own food, there wasn’t exactly a kitchen here you could just go use. Chromedome vents with fake annoyance when he walks in and sees you, and the nearby surfaces, covered in some white powder.

“Hey guys!” You smiled at them while stirring some weird thing in a bowl. “I decided to make some cookies. I was wondering if there was also a way to make some from energon for you guys.” Hearing a ding, you turn around with a rag on your hand and open some machine that seemed enough like a stove. It did heat up your cookies fine though, and Brainstorm told you that it was ok to use for your baking purposes.

“What is this?” Rewind picked up one of the still cooling cookies, and quickly let go. He wasn’t expecting it to be hot, and with them still cooling they were also gooey. “Hey! Hands off.” You playfully snap at him with the rag. “They need to cool down first, and I don’t think you guys can even eat them.” You point to a different bowl with some energon in it. “Want to try to make energon cookies with me?”

Rewind was a little more willing to experiment with this than Chromedome was, but the taller bot did quietly join in. Someone had to make sure you didn’t cause a fire or injury yourself. While they began mixing whatever that was in the bowl of energon, you put your last batch of normal cookies in the makeshift stove and set your little timer. Walking across the counter you come to the edge of the energon bowl and look in. “What on earth did you put in there?” Some chunky stuff floating around, along with a small mixture of some brown liquid.

You regret asking when Chromedome begins saying some long ass alien words you’ve never heard of before. “Ok nerd. This isn’t going to explode in the oven right?” You tease, and hear the larger bot vent again. “No. This is the normal mixture for energon treats.” Rewind begins mixing the mixture happily, he just seemed happy to be here. “We can shape them to look like your… cookies?”

Rewind glances at the other two in the room, before turning away to retract his mask to sneak a taste of the mixture in the bowl. You cover your mouth to hide a laugh when Chromedome scolds him for being unsanitary. “You didn’t even wash your servos before doing that.” Rewind’s mask moves back into place and he shrugs and starts putting some of the mixture on the nearby tray. “Eh the heat will cook it out.”

“That sounds like a health hazard. Glad I won’t be eating from those ones.” You joke, moving over and starting to shape the energon mixture blobs into more cookie shapes. “Space them out a little more, they’ll expand and become a giant cookie if they’re too close together. I think.” You move a couple of the globs away from one another. When your timer for your own cookies goes off, Chromedome is moving before you can. He takes your smaller human sized tray out of the makeshift oven with the same rag you had used before. He places it beside the other small tray. “Do I have to do anything else with these? Or just leave them be?”

You wave him back over. “Let them cool, otherwise they’re just a gooey mess.” You reshape the last energon blob on this large tray. Chromedome moves back when a smaller hand is shoved towards his face with energon on it. Looking down he sees Rewind offering him some of the leftover energon. Chromedome vents again before reaching to wipe the energon off with his own servo until Rewind moved his hand away. “Ah ah.” Rewind moves his hand back to a somewhat confused Chromedome, until you hear the sound of a mask retracting and look over to see Chromedome lick the energon off of Rewind’s hand. “Ew! Get a room you two!”

Rewind turns towards you with the hand that Chromedome just licked and he waved it at you teasingly. You grab the towel back and spin it before snapping it in his direction. “Get back! Back I say!” Your towel does connect with his hand once with a loud snap and he retracts his hand quickly. “Ow?!” You cover your mouth for a second, not actually meaning to snap him, but you quickly begin laughing at it. “You wound me and then laugh. You’re such a terrible friend.”

You weren’t even sure when Chromedome had put the energon cookie tray into the makeshift oven, but it seemed to take way less time for those ones to cook as compared to your normal ones. He pulls them out of the oven and they aren’t the prettiest, but they kind of looked like your cookies, just blue. “At least we can’t get them mixed up.”

That evening when you returned back to your room, your cookies on a plate in your hand, you spot something sitting on your bed. It was your datapad (Brainstorm made you a smaller one). Weird, that’s not where you had left it. Turning it on, there was a recording pulled up of you this evening. Rewind must have given you the recording he took of you three baking together. You go through and screenshot a couple parts of the video to print out the pictures later to give them. Parts like Rewind feeding Chromedome one of the energon cookies, or Chromedome holding a cookie above your head just out of reach. Small things that you think they would enjoy having of your little hang out yesterday.

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Ratchet x OC!Warbird

Small warning for showering (they’re both cybertronians so nothing will be out on display), brief mentions of pain, injury, and violence. || I made this on a whim, so it isn’t proofread at all lol. I kind of just wrote and hoped for the best. (Warbird art at the bottom!!)

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Ratchet is usually a very well put together mech, sure he could have a temper, but he’s usually the one you could rely on in stressful situations. Not right now, not when his conjunx is lying on the medical berth in the shape she is in. He could have sworn his spark was going to leap out of his chassis when Wheeljack had shown up carrying Warbird. He went into medic mode and tried to fix her up, but there was only so much he could do before he had to let her body do the rest of the healing process.

Ratchet carried her to the showers, he knew her optics were still recovering and she was still blinded. He turns the shower on and puts his back to the spray while he tried to get a decent temperature for her and angling the shower head downwards. He slowly moves to sit on the floor of the shower and pulls her into his lap where her back is resting against his chassis and her wings were in the downward position. One of his arms is wrapped around her waist to keep her upright. She’s still fairly weak at the current time, relying on the others for help around and doing simple tasks such as showering or filling up on energon. Ratchet had no problems helping her, and while his spark ached at her state, it made him feel useful to aid her in these things. Made that small voice in the back of his processor telling him he’s failed her fall silent.

“I’ve got you.” He mumbles, kissing the side of her helm as he brings the sponge up to gently begin washing at her plating. One of her servos was holding his arm, and he knew that it was probably grounding her to be able to feel him since she couldn’t see him. The sponge and soap running across her plating, he couldn’t help but notice how much he actually did enjoy caring for her like this…. And how much he missed it. He couldn’t help it, he set the sponge aside and wrapped his other arm around her, ducking his head into the mesh on her neck he vents shakily. He missed this so much.

Very few things in his long lifetime has brought him to tears, especially the older he has gotten. And he hoped that Warbird assumed it was just water from the shower, though he knew she was a smart mech. A hand slowly slid up and rested against the side of his helm, the angle a little awkward. “H-ey” Her voice glitching a little bit as it’s still in the healing process as well. “None- of-of tha…t” He turned and kissed her servo, bringing his own up to hold hers.

“Shh it’s… I’m ok. Just rest your voice. I’m just… really happy you’re back.” He kissed her servo and gave it a small squeeze. “I don’t care what state you’re in. I just care that you’re here, with me. I don’t care if I have to help you with everything for the rest of our lives, just as long as you are here.” He moves his head back against her neck. “That’s really sappy…” He vents a small laugh, feeling those tears begin drying up. Warbird smiles, and it’s her turn to turn her head and kiss the side of his helm. “Sw-eet.”

Shushing her again, he grabs the sponge again and returns to washing her plating once more. It’s quieter now, save for the sounds of the water hitting their plating and the sound of the sponge scrubbing. His fingers working in seams and crevasses to get her as clean as possible, it’s easy to tell why he’s a medic with servos like his. Some of the chips in her plating makes him frown, running a hand along it. “What did they do to you…” He mumbles, tracing numerous different chips and wounds on her with such gentleness she almost couldn’t feel it. Shifting her a little forward, he begins scrubbing her back, moving her wings when needed to clean around them.

He knows they’re running out of hot water, but he wants to draw this out as long as possible. She’s starting to look so peaceful, the soap being rinsed off of her with the warm water. She almost looks ready to fall into recharge in his arms, which he wouldn’t stop her from in other circumstances, but she needs to refuel first. Ratchet carefully collects her up in his arms before standing up. He turns the water off, he’ll come back to collect the supplies after he gets her back to the medbay. “Keep your eyes open Sweetspark. We need to get you some energon before you can recharge.” Even though she can’t see him, he’s smiling softly down at her in his arms. It’s a little awkward with her wings, but he manages.

Back in the medbay he sets her down on the medical berth and begins to dry her off with a towel he had under a warming lamp. He can’t meet her optics though, the grey color of them makes the voice in his head return. He’s seen that color in patients he’s failed in the past, and if he looks at her too long his processor plays cruel tricks on him. He shakes his head to try to get rid of those creeping thoughts. “Ok. Let’s get you some energon.” He leaves her side to go get a cube for her, and he sits down beside her on the berth. Bringing the cube to her lips he holds her upright with one arm wrapped around her.

Ratchet knows Warbird is thankful for his help. But he also knows that she has moments where she feels embarrassed that she can’t do basic functions such as feeding herself, or even walking at the moment. He tries to make sure that she’s comfortable, but theres only so much he can do. The rest is left for time to heal. Once done, he sets aside the empty cube and uses the towel to wipe at her mouth. He helps her lay down and is about to step away to collect the stuff he had left in the showers earlier, when her hand holds his arm. “S-ta-y?” Her voice glitches, and his spark melts for the umpteenth time today. He began to sit in the chair beside the berth when she tugged his arm again. “Up.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Moving to the opposite side of her, he climbs into the berth with her. With some difficulty, she shifts around to curl up in his arms. She’s just as clingy as he is, except she isn’t as secretive about it. He kisses the top of her helm again. “Rest. I will be here when you come out of recharge. I promise.”

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I love these two so much. I’ve began calling their ship name “MedEvac” like the medical helicopter company. But since it’s also used in the military, and Warbird is a WWII aircraft, I think it’s rather fitting :)

This is what my old gal looks like, I realized I haven’t posted her on this blog. And the last one I posted is very outdated now.

I enjoy writing First Aid. He’s just a sweet little fella! I’m happy you like how he’s written too :) | Not Proofread (I wrote this while in music theory class instead of paying attention-)

Forest Walk

First Aid x Reader

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First Aid desperately needed a break from his fellow Protectobots. He loved them all dearly, but he’s not cut out for this constant fighting. He would rather stay at the base and help those who are injured, or mass shift and lay his head on your lap and fall into recharge. He’s more of a bot for domestic life as compared to this war. He had come to you almost in tears (or whatever the cybertronian equivalent is) numerous times because he was overwhelmed by everything. He wanted to leave the Protectobots, but he cared for them too greatly to do that again. What if one of them were to get hurt and he wasn’t there to help them? He would never forgive himself.

His head is in your lap while you stroke at his helm. His engine is purring, and he has a gentle yet strong hold on you. You’re thinking, trying to come up with a way to get him out of base and to get him away from this all, even if it is just for a short time.

”First Aid?” You say softly, and hear him hum in return. He doesn’t move from his spot though, too comfortable to move. “Do you want to go on a short hike with me? We can go to this pond I found one day.” That gets his attention, sitting up and looking at you with a sense of excitement now.

”I would love to!” His enthusiasm makes you smile, and you feel him scoop you up and mass shifting back to full size as he swings off the berth. He carries you through the hallways, navigating Metroplex’s complex and seemingly endless hallways easily. Getting to the entrance door, “We’ll be back Metroplex!” He calls out to the massive bot, and the door slides open to let you both out.

Once outside he transforms and lets you sit in the driver's seat. “Lead the way.” He lets you drive to the forest. Once you arrive, he opens the door for you and transforms when you’re safely out. He mass shifts back down, and immediately grabs your hand. He wants to hold your hand while you hike. He’s one of the sappiest, but sweetest bots you know.

Beginning the hike, it isn’t a difficult one at all. You’ve made this hike before with a couple of your mech friends, and they’ve tromped a path into the grass. You glance up at First Aid a couple times throughout your walk, and he’s looking around with amazement. He finally had time to take in the wonders of your world, and you better believe he is going to cherish every moment he is given.

He stops and points, squeezing your hand in his servo. “Look!” He whispers. Bounding across the ground in front of you is a squirrel. You wanted to laugh at the fact he was so excited over a squirrel, but you didn’t want to embarrass him. “That’s a squirrel. They’re not dangerous, I promise.” You smile at him, and he’s still watching it with amazement. You didn’t think his excitement could get any more, but you were proven wrong when it climbed a tree. “They’re so cool!”

After the excitement of the squirrel, you finally get to the clearing where the pond was. Letting go of his servo, you step forward and turn towards him. “Tadaa.” He’s looking around the space with awe, and before you can blink he bolts forward and picks you up into a hug. “Thank you. Thank you. This is so beautiful.” He picks you up and spins you. “This means so much to me.” He kisses your cheek, before setting you down.

You sit down in the grass, and motion for him to go explore.”I’ll be right here. Don’t wander too far.” You tease, and watch as he starts walking off. Laying back in the grass, you watch the clouds above while the metallic sounds of First Aid walking around helps you keep track of where he is, and if he’s wandered too far away. You’re not sure how long you laid there, but a shadow loomed above you. “You explore all you want to?” You asked as First Aid flops down beside you on the ground as well. He hums, shifting so he can lay his head on you again.

You two chat idly until First Aid starts acting weird. You open your mouth to say something else, and he gently pushes a finger against your mouth. He’s looking around the wood line closest to you, and you strain your ears to try and hear what he hears. You can’t hear over the birds chirping nearly. “What’s wrong…?” you whisper, and he stands up to stand between you and whatever threat he’s hearing or something. Sitting up, you look in the direction from around his legs, and you do hear the crashing of footsteps now. You stand up so it’s easier to run if it happens to be a bear or one of the minicons. The steps sound too light and small to be a full sized bot.

First Aid holds his arm out protectively as the steps get closer. Ears poke out above the bush and you sigh, putting your hand on his shoulder. “It’s a deer. They’re mostly harmless.” You reach into your bag to fish out a granola bar; “Don’t do this all the time, they need to fend for themselves. But I think you would like to do this once in your life.” You move slowly, crushing up the granola bar into First Aid’s outstretched servo. “stand very still and let it come to you. They’re very skittish and will run easily.” You sit back down to make yourself less threatening, and First Aid kneels beside you, keeping his servo outstretched.”

The deer is cautious, only taking a few small steps towards you before stopping again. It does this numerous times, and you’re not sure you’ve ever seen First Aid sit this still and this focused before. You’re almost afraid to breathe, wanting this moment for him. Finally, the deer gets close enough to eat the crushed granola from his servo, and more rustling comes from the bush. A fawn hops out from it, and bounds over to its mother’s side. Sniffing at his servo he very slowly lowers it enough for the fawn as well. You move very slowly to reach into your bag to grab your camera. While the deer are distracted you snap a picture of this moment.

They’re almost done eating when his comms begin beeping. The deer startle and rush back off to the woods. He looks disappointed, but he reaches up and answers his comms. He informs the bot on the other end that he’ll be there shortly, and looks at you sadly. “Duty calls…”

He offers his servo for you to hold, and you two begin walking out of the forest together. While he seems saddened that he has to return, he also seems much calmer and happier than he did this morning. “This meant a lot to me. Thank you.” Once in the clear, he mass shifts back to full height and transformers again to drive you back to base.

That evening, when he returns to his quarters he sees two things hung on his wall. When he moves closer, he sees their pictures he didn’t realize you took. One is of him feeding the deer from earlier with a smile. And right beside it is a picture of the two of you laying on the grass together, his head in your lap.

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