#blaster x reader

• “Alright. Alright,” he growls, smiling affectionately as his arm tightens around you. “Why don’t you all hunt up some energon?” He suggests as he vents against your neck to make you shiver. Rumbling as a couple of cassettes protest, he watches them walk away. Giving him some space and alone time with you. “They didn’t spook you, did they?” He asks, lips brushing your neck. Hopes how many cassettes he has isn’t a deal breaker. That you’re still interested in him, because he’s sure now. “I know I’m asking a lot.”

• Heating at the feel of his lips on your skin, your heart beats faster and you’re far too aware of him. The heat of his frame, the alien scent of him, and the feel of his big hands on you make it impossible to not be aware of him. “What are you asking?” You whisper, unsure how you feel. If you’re brave enough to take a chance on him. On a relationship that you’re not sure can even really go anywhere. Even if he seems certain that it can. Trembling at the feel of him venting against you, his servos rub your fingers.

• “For you. For everything, songbird. To go to recharge with you in my arms, to wake up beside you every day,” he admits, letting go of your hand to gently grip your chin and turn your face to meet his optics as his spark thrums. “You make me feel greedy.” Venting softly as your lips twitch into a tiny smile, the urge to kiss you is almost overwhelming. ‘We’re really different,’ you whisper as he leans down, focused on your lips. On how soft your mouth looks. “Are we?”

• Flustered as you realize he’s going to kiss you, you’re not sure if you want to lean up and meet him halfway or lean back. Because it’s all happening so quickly and you feel a little lost. No one’s ever said anything like that before to you, though. Didn’t really think there were any true romantics left. But then, he’s not human, either. Maybe that’s a good thing. “Maybe I like the differences,” he says, mouth covering yours as his big hands draw you closer so you can feel the hum of his internal systems sinking into you.

You: Of course, it wasn’t like that when I first started here. Some dangerous gangs used to visit this place. There was a lot of fighting, and sometimes there would be shootings outside.

Blaster: *surprised* And you stayed? 

You: I was in desperate need of a job and a place to live. Back then, I didn't have a lot of options.

You: The violence was definitely something to get used to, but, in the end, it wasn’t that bad. 

Jazz: So what changed? 

You: *think about it before shrugging*  I don’t know. They just went away when I started playing music here. Maybe it's because some well-known people started visiting this place.

Jazz: Do you still deal with unpleasant customers?

You: Sometimes. Thankfully, most of the customers are pretty respectful. And whenever a rude customer shows up, most of the time, they end up getting scared away by our regulars. 

Blaster: Like who? 

You: Like---Soundwave--- for example. 

Blaster: Hold up, you know Soundwave? 

You: Oh yeah, Soundwave and I are long-time friends. He sometimes helps me find parts for my instruments and shows me compositions that aren't open to the public. I say we connected through music. 

Blaster: He’s your… instrument/music supplier?

You: It sounds weird when you put it like that, but technically, yes. 

Jazz: I heard about the guy. He's said to be some kind of hacker specialist, and a silent one of that.

You: *shrug* I don’t know much about his job, except that he works as a communication officer or something. 

You: He might look scary and silent, but he's actually pretty nice when you get to know him, especially if you treat his minicons well. 

Blaster: Define nice.

You: Though I think Ravage might still be holding a grudge toward me for gifting the twins a couple of maracas. 

Jazz: What other kind of customers do you see? 

You: Well, there are the Constructicons. 

Blaster: Now, who are they? 

You: They're bots who work in construction. They drop by whenever their construction gigs pass through this district. They sometimes get carried away with their drinking and their obvious flirting, but they are pretty okay guys. 

You: They sometimes step up whenever a creepy customer tries to get handsy with me. 

Blaster: Well, that sounds like a group I wouldn’t wanna mess with. 

You: Others often say they’re not that nice outside the bar. Kinda hard to believe that one. They sometimes help fix things in my apartment.

Blaster: Okay...any other bots you know?

You: Sometimes, Thundercracker shows up with his trine. 

Jazz: Who’s that? 

You: A seeker I met on a music gig. We met at a bar in Voss, befriended each other, and then he started dropping by the bar whenever he could. His trine members, Skywarp and Starscream, sometimes come along. 

Jazz: Wait, wait? Starscream? You mean the bot in charge of Vosian Air command? 

You: Yeah, him. He often comes by to drink and complain about things, especially about his trine members. He even gives constructive criticism on my songs, and claims he’s a bot of high standards.

You: *softly chuckle* But when he gets a little drunk, he turns that criticism around and asks me to play his favorite songs over and over again. 

You: Uhm... Don’t let him know I told you that. He will likely give one hell of a complaint about customer privacy. 

Jazz: *shocked at this point* By the primes… what other kinds of bots do you know?

You: Well, there is a miner called Impactor and his gladiator friend Megatronus.

Jazz: *spits his drink*

Blaster: Wait, wait, wait, the Megatronus, the infamous gladiator?! 

You: Yeah. Him. He sometimes drops by the bar. Apparently, he likes the calm atmosphere. Despite his reputation, he’s pretty civil and even sometimes shares about his writings when I ask.

You: *excitedly* Oh! He also gives really good tips on self-defence. 

Jazz & Blaster: *internally* Yeah. No fragging wonder.

Blaster: Sheesh. What next, a crazy scientist friend? 

You: *tilt your helm* Well… I wouldn’t say a friend. But I am acquainted with a scientist called Shockwave. 

Blaster: You're kidding, right? 

You: It was a side job. Apparently, he needed an assistant in sorting data and calibrating equipment, and, well, I never reject a well-paying gig.

Jazz: Did you see crazy experiments? 

You: I wouldn’t know. I didn’t ask questions since it wasn’t really my business. That’s usually the safest thing to do when you live in Kaon.

You: But I was a pretty good assistant, apparently, because even today, he offers me more assistant jobs. They’re pretty easy, to be honest, so I don't mind.

Blaster: Man… you have some really crazy connections. 

You: Oh, I don't know about that. My regulars did once come in to help me when I was attacked. 

Blaster: *chokes on his drink and coughs*

Jazz: You were attacked?! When?!

You: Oh! That happened months ago. There was this higher caste bot that tried to hire me to become part of a theater he was running, promising high pay and an opportunity to shine on stage with my musical skills. You know, all that glamour?

Blaster: *still coughing* Sounds shady. 

You: It was shady. When you live in Kaon, you learn to recognize bots that actually mean well and bots that hide foul intentions. I knew he was bad news and said no to his offer. 

Jazz: Then what happened? 

You: Well, the bot didn’t take my rejection to his job offer well. Because the next day, when I was walking back home from a side hustle, I was suddenly jumped by a group of bots. I believe they were trying to kidnap me. 

You: Thanks to my own skills, I managed to escape their hold and flee. Though I lost my instrument. 

You: *sigh* The experience definitely left me startled. 

You: I reached the bar, a bit bruised and bleeding. I guess that was the first time I startled my regulars because they immediately asked what happened.

You: I told them what happened and… well, I don’t really know what happened next. 

Blaster: What do you mean you don't know?

You: My regulars left the bar on the same day, and then sometime later, I got my instrument back in one piece and assurance that the bots that tried to kidnap me were dealt with. 

Jazz: Jeepers. 

You: Soundwave even asked if I wanted the theater guy dealt with since he was still free. I said no, because I didn’t want to be a cause of someone’s death, and getting attention from the higher class is never a good idea. 

You: Soundwave agreed, and, believe me or not, he gave me a folder that held a lot of information about the guy. 

Blaster: He gave you blackmail material?!

You: Yeah, Soundwave said to keep it as insurance in case the theater guy tried again.

You: By the way, according to the folder, this theater guy was involved in many money laundering schemes and is in a secret scandal with a senator’s conjux. 

Blaster & Jazz: Damn… 

You: I decided to follow Soundwave’s advice and kept the folder. Thankfully, the theater guy never tried anything again, especially when he heard what happened to the bots he paid to kidnap me.

You: After that incident, the criminal activity around the bar pretty much dropped to nonexistent. Everything got back to its usual space, and I pretty much forgot about the incident, so all was good.

You: Sometimes, I see Soundwave's minicons surveilling the area, and sometimes one of the constructicons tags along when I have business in another place in Kaon. Sometimes Thundercracker and his trine give me safe transports when I have a gig in another city. And strangely, the bots around the gladiator arenas avoid looking at me whenever I pass by.

You: *shrugs with a smile* Despite being months already, I guess they still feel worried if I get jumped again. Though I tried to tell them that I don't need to be guarded every time I go out.

Jazz & Blaster: *glance at each other*

Jazz: (Name)... you're the most protected bot in Kaon.

perhaps he was more worried about the glaringly obvious reflection that he had been withholding information from quite literally everyone, but that would not be the case.

"Oh!" swallowing your surprise, you let an earnest smile surface at the sight before you. "Hello,"

it wasn't supposed to be an ambush per-say, more of a explanation followed by an introduction, but your early arrival wasn't accounted for into his painstakingly planned schedule. it also didn't help that a full-blown brawl had broken out between Eject and Slamdance either, all whilst you had quietly slipped inside his stranded and destroyed ship, unnoticed for a moment too long for his liking.

Blaster had asked the night prior for you to swing by, it was friendly but there was something clearly troubling him within the delivery. upon his insistence he was fine over the phone, you yielded, deciding that maybe he had something to tell you, but wished to do so in person. you hadn't known Blaster long enough to insist, and didn't feel so confident that you could read him as easily as perhaps a friend you've known for a while. the only striking difference in conversation was his dance around the subject, as well as a more hushed dip in his tone, as if he was trying his best to keep quiet.

now, Rewind heeds your attention first, somewhat cautious as his helm swivels between you and Blaster at his left. when he hops down from his spot leaning against the desk, it disturbs a snoozing Steeljaw beneath the table, the lion pulling its head up from where it was previously nestled between its paws.

"Hello," Rewind hums, to which Blaster halts his mediating with a horrified jolt.

turning around slowly, he finds that Rewind has already almost closed the distance between the two of you, meanwhile Eject and Slamdance suddenly appear to have gone quiet with an unprecedented snap of their jaws. not quite remembering what they were previously squabbling about, this new development seemingly has caught their attention a little more fiercely.

Blaster raises a servo to pinch the bridge of his nose, sensing this was all going to tumble downhill faster than he could get ahead of it. his so-called plan crumbled at his feet, almost loudly taunting him as the situation slipped from his servos and then was unintentionally, but punctually dropped into your lap.

"Hi, y/n." he recovers, a defeated warble to his normally relaxed and even voice. "If you would believe it, I did have this planned a little better, but..."

introductions begin with a few stumbles, though even a stubborn Ramhorn emerges from wherever he was hiding to see what had the rest of the cassettes so noisily chattery.

Eject takes a liking to you immediately, but that is to little surprise of anyone within the room, his overexcited nature extended into new relationships effortlessly.

regarding the rest, there's an air of hesitancy and dare he say shyness, but it's a start he was willing to take. they didn't have to take Blaster's word for it that you were to be trusted, they could uncover their own opinion in time. Blaster had explained you had been helping them out, to which Ramhorn put two and two together regarding their captains nightly disappearance.

Steeljaw circles you twice, approach stern but sleepy, his two usual suspects. all the while, Blaster observes your body language, the words you extend, and the smile that never leaves your face. how you are so positively genuine amongst this chaos is to be noted as an impressive feat, undisputedly excited to meet each of them but still holding back as if to allow them their requested space.

Slamdance shakes your hand, Rewind asks you how your day was.

"I owe you all an apology," Blaster rumbles when the conversations lull. "This was long overdue, just tryin' to find the right time was...well, it wasn't easy."

★ First encounter? It had all happened so quickly that neither Blaster nor the others had time to process it in their processors. Especially Blaster, who was at the center of that strange situation. They were on the battlefield now: Optimus was trying to take down Megatron, while those little humans they'd just met were trying to lend a hand. Blaster still didn't completely trust them, but he gave them the benefit of the doubt. After all, it wasn't the first time they'd helped them. While he was lost in thought, a blaster bolt reached him. He managed to dodge it in time, but Soundwave immediately followed, sending him flying several meters away. The other Mini-Cassettes were busy fighting the Decepticons.

★ He still remembered that flight and the violent impact against the rock face. The pain was still vivid in his memory, as if it had happened just moments before. And yet he had Soundwave to thank for that direct hit. Without it, he never would have noticed that small presence... You.

★ A low cry escaped your vocalizer, instantly drawing Blaster's attention. His defense system activated within milliseconds, ready to react as if he'd spotted a reckless Decepticon recruit sent on a mission for the first time. (It was a predictable and ultimately futile response: Blaster would have attacked you anyway, if it had been necessary to protect his very existence and remain operational.)

★ His optics began feverishly scanning the barren rocky expanse where he'd crash-landed. Finally, behind a moderately sized boulder, he identified a tiny structure hiding in a clumsy attempt at camouflage.

★ From the way you trembled and writhed, your terror at the thought of being discovered was evident. Hidden in that makeshift shelter, Blaster couldn't determine which faction you belonged to. However, one thing was clear to him: you had no intention of revealing yourself voluntarily.

★ For a moment, his complex circuitry analyzed the possible options. His duty called him back to Soundwave and the other comrades still caught in the heat of battle, but that small, mysterious presence piqued his curiosity in a surprising way.

★ In the end, he decided to postpone any further investigation. The battle with the Decepticons had to be dealt with first; only then would he return to discover who or what was behind that boulder in detail.

★ With one last determined look, Blaster stood up abruptly and reloaded his weapon. Meanwhile, you chose to remain hidden behind the makeshift shelter, considering that he, at least, had been the only one who hadn't shown any hostility toward you. The others, on the contrary, had immediately attacked you, perceiving you simply as a cassette tape connected to Soundwave.

★ The truth, however, was that you belonged to no one in particular. You had no clear purpose, you had continued to wander without a clear direction.

★ Indeed, with some uncertainty, you remained hidden, hoping that the ideas you were beginning to develop in your mind wouldn't come to fruition in vain.

★ The battles continued, accompanied by Megatron's usual promise of victory in the next battle. It wasn't long before Blaster returned to his initial state, followed by Rewind and Eject, both curious about his apparent urgency.

★Blaster was surprised to find you still there, standing in the same spot. He expected you to be gone, given his primary task, but instead you were there waiting for him. You emerged completely from your little hiding place, giving him a clear view not only of your faction, but also of your structure.

★ You were a Mini-Cassettes. There was no distinguishing mark of either Decepticon or Autobot symbol, giving the impression that you belonged to neither enemy alliance.

★ And that could mean you were ownerless, and so Blaster began to wonder about turning you into one of his Mini-Cassettes. However, your neutral status meant you wouldn't be a valuable ally in battle.

★ A solution was needed, but for now, Blaster knew only that he couldn't leave you out in the open, alone and unattended, risking something unpleasant happening to you.

★ So, you were taken to the Autobot base, a fairly hidden and secure haven. You initially had some reservations about the Autobots and the idea of joining them, but Blaster proved to be a fairly calm, non-violent mech, happy to offer you shelter. Why not? At most, you could have escaped at the first wrong move they made. (which, thankfully, never happened).

★ Initially, you'd noticed a slight distrust of you, and that was more than normal, having appeared out of the blue during the recent skirmish? Who wouldn't deny them the benefit of the doubt that you were a Decepticon spy, and they'd had you remove their mark specifically to avoid detection? But apparently, they'd all initially gotten the wrong impression of you.

★ After days spent at the Autobot base, your presence gradually became accepted by everyone. (Seeing that you weren't as much of a threat as they'd thought.) Optimus Prime and the other team members no longer had any objections to your temporary stay among them; After all, if you weren't a threat, why oppose them? Everyone was trying to connect with you in their own way, and this small development was like a breath of fresh air for you, after cycles of experiencing even the slightest kindness from other Cybertronians.

★ Since Blaster had been the one behind your arrival, you felt you owed him at least a little gratitude, and perhaps even a greater level of trust, considering how he'd welcomed you without hesitation. As time passed, you tried to establish a special bond with him, as well as with the rest of the team.

★ It was Blaster, after all, who was the first to involve you in small, everyday tasks: taking care of the other boxes when he was busy, delivering mission reports directly to Optimus, or helping other members with simple tasks. No dangerous missions, just small gestures that gradually allowed you to open up completely.

★ Every bit of encouragement and every 'thank you' you received from the Autobots—mechs and those few femmes—filled you with a sense of belonging you'd never felt before. And above all, you could sense how proud Blaster was of how you'd learned to trust them.

★ It's also likely that you and Blaster spend hours listening to his favorite music: energetic, upbeat tunes, perfect for pumping up before a mission. Sometimes, when you're alone, you ask him to play those very songs, creating small, special moments between the two of you.

★ There's something tenderly familiar about these listening sessions, almost as if you were a Sire and his Sparkling, sharing a bond that goes beyond simple companionship.

★ Through all of this, Blaster would have discovered his hidden parenting skills. He would have cared for you as if you were his own child, making sure you were always safe and happy. He became incredibly protective of you, always ready to defend you from enemies. Blaster would have been incredibly proud of you and your accomplishments, applauding every time you accomplished something new.

★ Over time, your affection had extended far beyond Blaster. You had also grown deeply fond of Arcee for her resilience, Ultra Magnus for his sense of justice, Jazz for his unmistakable style, and Bumblebee for his indomitable spirit. What you especially loved about them wasn't just the fact that each represented a unique individuality, but also the way they, despite their differences, fought together.

★ You admired them for their ability to stand firm in this age-old war, determined to restore peace to your beloved Cybertron. "When all this is over," you often thought, "they will deserve a very long rest."

★ Did you think taking care of Blaster's tapes would instantly make you bond with them?

Ha! Ha! AH! Wrong.

★ At first, inexplicably, they were jealous of you. To them, you were an intruder, stealing their owner's attention. Rewind and Eject, in particular, looked askance at you: "Weren't we enough?"

★ Even they realized they were being unfair; after all, you hadn't done anything wrong. And Blaster? Oh, Blaster noted. But instead of scolding them, he took them aside and talked to them, explaining the situation with his trademark patience, a DJ overloaded with static.

It worked.

★ After that, they wasted no time: they started seeking you out, including you in their games, and sharing their best tapes with you. And in the end... well, maybe you were a little nice.

★ It wasn't just Blaster who was growing fond of you. Rewind and Eject, in particular, had begun to steal your time, looking for any excuse to involve you in games and fun. Soon, you had become like a little siblings to them—a bond you deeply appreciated.

The feeling of loneliness was slowly fading.

★ Although you were neutral, you didn't mind helping out on missions—as long as it didn't require direct combat. Blaster, with his usual calm and patience, had taken it upon himself to teach you the ropes. You preferred quieter roles: distracting a Decepticon while he launched an attack, or participating in small espionage missions… obviously never alone.

★ Blaster was fine with it. In fact, you'd become a vital asset to the team. But inside? Two words: Pure anxiety. One misstep and you could have been crushed by one of those enormous metal-magnetic bastards—you were tiny! (Although either he or his tapes tried to avoid it every time.)

★ You'd integrated perfectly with the Autobot team. When you weren't on missions, you often stayed at the base to help Ratchet. The gruff medic bot quietly appreciated your assistance, though he rarely showed his gratitude openly.

★ Things were moving quickly: in a short time, you'd gone from a newcomer, completely unknown to everyone, to a member of a large "family."

★ And you think Soundwave hadn't noticed the new presence? Oh, of course he did. Soundwave had noticed a new cassette in the field, and despite his army of mini-Decepticons, that damned tape player wanted to add you to his collection.

Blaster? Oh, no.

★ He would never let Soundwave touch you. First he should have: Blast his damn speaker chest into a thousand pieces then smash all his cassettes into dust, and then maybe consider letting him get close.

But Soundwave wasn't one to give up.

But that... is another story.

★Even the humans you'd had the opportunity to meet were struck by your arrival. At first, yes, admit it: you scared them a little—but it was just the usual initial reaction, the one they'd felt with all the Autobots upon first meeting. It didn't last long. And that happened when they realized how quiet you were… shy… and a little awkward in your movements.

★ And the more you talked to them, the more they told you about Earth: about their vast history, art, and culture in general. You listened to every word with frantic attention, registering everything within your circuits as if it were a secret mission. And when you in turn told them something about yourself—about your life wandering among the ruins of Cybertron. Those humans stared at you, enraptured. Sometimes they asked you little questions. And your answers always came with a little electric laugh. They couldn't bear how adorable their genuine curiosity was.

★ Perhaps, in the future, you could join the Autobots fully. That was the small, hopeful thought that passed through Blaster's mind...

★ Who would have thought that that distant day... that decision he made would be the best one ever?

-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