#blaster x reader

• Pleased when they stop bombarding you with questions, he adjusts you in his lap. Interlacing his servos with your fingers, he slowly introduces each cassette, using your linked hands to point them out and hearing you weakly mumbling hellos. Maybe you’re intimidated by how many cassettes he has, but so many were left alone or abandoned as liabilities during the war. And even before the war, sentiment had shifted and cassettes were seen as disposable. As less. Wasn’t able to turn any of them away even though supporting so many puts a strain on his systems. Rosanna touches your leg, the small femme’s head tilting. “Are you going to be Blaster’s conjunx?” She asks and his plating lifts slightly, embarrassed that she just asked outright.

• Conjunx? You’re pretty sure you’ve seen that word before. That you should know what it means. Wasn’t it in that pamphlet another caretaker had been handing out? “We haven’t really discussed any of that,” he mutters, sounding uncomfortable. Really wish you’d read the pamphlet now instead of barely skimming it. Because you feel lost and you’re pretty sure that word is important. “But I’m hoping,” he adds to make you flush when he nuzzles against your neck and you get even more frazzled.

• Your field prickles him as his lips brush the soft line of your neck. His little song bird adorably shy. “How would a conjunx gift work with an organic?” Eject asks, sounding curious. Maybe because you’re closer to their size than his. Knows there’s not many cassettes left. That most of them were too delicate to survive without the protection of a cassette carrier during the war. If humans are as compatible as the rumors he keeps hearing say, then it’s a chance to save the cassettes from simply fading away altogether. ‘You want to wear a piece of my plating?’ He asks, his voice dipping into a low, hungry growl at that thought.

• Shivering as his cheek brushes your neck, you’re overwhelmed by him. Have so many questions, but you have no idea where to start. But you’re pretty sure he really is introducing you as a potential step-parent to his maybe kids. And this is moving way too fast. Overwhelmingly fast as the cassettes all start talking again. Speculating on your conjunx gift, asking if you’ll choose Blaster, if you’ll live here or on Cybertron. “Give them a klik. Can’t answer all of you,” he says and they fall silent. Before immediately bombarding you with questions again to make it impossible to get a word in. To ask what’s happening.

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.

★ 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?

Prowl is trying to get a verbal review of your report while finishing up his own. You've all been busy the past week, so you're walking through the ark hall while conversing. And you finish, so you move to hand him the physical report on the datapad. "Here you go, Pudding."

Prowl full-on stops in place when he hears what you say, fully expecting his audials to be glitching. "What did you just say?"

"Here you go, Pudding." You hold the datapad out, still completely unperturbed by what you'd just done and even more so when having to repeat it. Prowl processor lags- Because you're calling him- human pet names of all things without reason. But he forces his system to straighten out and consider your personality. This stops it from getting worse since this may just be you behaving like... you.

"You know my designation." Prowl settles on stating the fact.

"I do." You stated back, still wordlessly holding the datapad for him to take. Annoyance slowly seeps into Prowls frame at the exchange, and he takes the datapad from you.

Prowl gives you a long calculating look. "Do not do it again." He settled on.

You just shrugged, a small smirk curling on your derma. "Okay later then, Pumpkin." You turn and leave before Prowl comprehends this pet name, which makes his helm snap to your retreating form.

Prowl does not enjoy it. The incessant pet names you'd elected to now refer every autobot with. His wings twitch in annoyance whenever you call him "Pumpkin" or "Pudding" or allspark forbid "Peaches." Optimus fully pauldron shaking laughed the first time you'd called him that one. You humiliating Prowl was not how he wanted Optimus to get his R&R. However, he will tolerate it slightly more when Optimus is in the room. If not to watch you make a fool of Optimus, instead of him. Prowl had attempted to scold you the first time he'd seen you call Optimus "Sweetspark." their leaders' finials had pulled back when you'd done so- Optics brightened. But Optimus informed Prowl that he actually does enjoy the pet names. Prowl doesn't understand even after Oprimus's explanation of the supposed "benefits" of your behavior.

But he does look and watch after that and must conceded that there was- some, however mild, merit to the autobots general mood when you'd use your pet names. It was merely a bother in Prowls system, but he supposed he could make the sacrifice for the morale of the autobots.

Prowl wouldn't like it, however.

-

Ratchets resetting your leg juncture back into place after a battle. You hadn't bothered to come to him till after he got through everyone else. You'd apparently "forgotten" about it in the hustle of making sure everyone else got seen first. Slag is what it was, and Ratchet made sure you knew exactly what he thought. It realigns and clicks into place with you digging a servo against his pauldron with a hissing vent. You relaxed your jaw and nod in gratitude. "Ha- Thanks, love."

Ratchet almost coughs in shock, his plating flaring a touch. But after years of hearing everything from patients in pain or in surgery high on something, he just clicks his glossia. "Next time, don't forget to mention your own injuries."

Ratchet had assumed it was just a slip of the glossia at the time due to the pain and let it slide. Then the next time you're reporting from Optimus to him and call him "Handsome." And he's asking you to repeat that, which you shamelessly do with a smirk. Ratchet scoffed and told you he wasn't going to go any easier on you the next time you forget to come in. No matter how much you try flattering him. Then he sees you with the other autobots and learns you've simply picked this up as a habit.

Ratchet has to resist the urge to roll his optics every time you do it with him. He's gone from being prickly in response with you to half threatening to short your mouth circuit if you didn't stop. But you only continued to do just that. Whenever you called him "Love," his damn spark hummed a touch louder. You've realized that too and tend to only use that more often or not. Much to his- exasperation. But Ratchet actually does enjoy the casual affection. Reminds him of his younger days. The easier ones. So he doesn't ever throw a wrench at you for the pet names themselves.

Ratchet does definitely enjoy watching the others more than being on the receiving end. Watching Optimus's finials twitch, then pull forward slightly and his plating fluffing in response. Or Ironhide looking like he was going to blow a minor fuse from how bright his own optics were while he unsuccessfully tried to get you to stop. Even Prowls door wings twitching in obvious disdain makes Ratchet crack a smile or a laugh at least. So Ratchet let's it be for the most part. Ever occasionally throwing you a strut and a pet name back your way every once and a while. They could use some "softer" interactions around the base.

...

He's still telling you to stop whenever you do it to him, though.

-

Blasters cool with it. He's been in it with the humans at parties or at clubs (the ones he could fit in anyway.) And he's seen and even been on the receiving end of flirting pet names on the occasion. You calling him "Babe" didn't trigger much but an amused smirk. Blaster will return a few casual pet names himself a "Babe" here and there. But what is not cool is Jazz and you being as cringe inducing as possible on his audials. Blaster is sooooo sick of being subjected to you and Jazz's "flirting." It ain't flirting it's a failing clown show!

You'll get more of a fond smile when Blaster sees you pet naming his cassettes. They all fumbled a touch when you'd called them something with sweetness in your tone. Steeljaw, like always, is aloof and focused when you're on the clock. But when you're off? Just chilling at the ark? Steeljaw is a little slagger. Rewind and Eject at least have the decency to only do it when it's natural. Steeljaw will seek you out with his olfactory when you're both off duty to get called sweet names by you.

"I'm so glad you're still here, Foxy." You waved at Jazz, who was standing next to Blaster.

"And I'm so glad to see you too, Snookums." Jazz's tone is so absurd it actually makes Blaster feel physically tired.

"And I'm gonna purge." Blaster bluntly remarks, causing you both to turn to him, then share a look with each other. Jazz smiles in a way Blaster recognizes and is immediately cautious. Blaster jolts when you're suddenly leaning into his space. Your digits are now just barely tracing his boombox buttons.

You smile like a felinoid, and Blasters tries to back up, but Jazz is suddenly pressing up behind him, preventing his escape. Jazz's arms even wrapped around Blasters middle. You speaking makes his gaze snap back to you. "Come on, Baby, don't you wanna have some fun?" You worried your optical ridge, and Blasters glossia is feeling really thick in his mouth now.

Then, his dock compartment snaps open of its own accord, and Steeljaw ejects and forms right into your arms. You just chuckle and heft his cassette into a more comfortable position. "Hey baby! I know you won't say no to a little TLC, Blaster, however..."

Blaster, now broken out of that little trance, shook to break out of Jazz's hold. Jazz, however, did not release him - "Sorry Blaster! You're not approved for release until you enjoy at least five compliments from both of us!" Like pit Blaster was! He wasn't sticking around to hear the kind of slag you both called flirting! Blaster looked at Steeljaw for help only to slack at the smile on his cassettes muzzle. The little traitor!

-

Bumblebee isn't ambushed by it like the others- He's already heard through the autobot gossip about your new little routine. So he's mostly prepared and more wondering when/what you'd call him. You haven't used a pet name with him yet, so he's waiting on his pedes for it to happen. He half ends up wondering if you'll exclude him for some reason when you finally do it after a minor battle with the cons.

You're doing head count and injury report for Ratchet and get to him. Bumblebee almost trips, but you catch his arm and steady him. "Careful Honey, don't injure yourself after the battle."

Bumblebees optics burn only a touch brighter, but he's mostly amused. "Honey? Because of my designation translation?"

You just smirked, your own amusement growing in your em field. Bumblebee could feel it with how close you were right now. You leaned a touch further into his space. "What? Can't be because you're so sweet?" The heady wave of playful affection in your field mixed with that makes Bumblebees optics brighten in embarrassment proper. You just chuckled and squeezed his arm before moving to continue to make your post battle rounds. While Bumblebee wordlessly watched you go.

Bumblebee enjoys the attention even if it's admittedly embarrassing. Bumblebee thinks he might almost enjoy seeing the other autobots' reactions more than getting your attention himself. Almost anyway. While yeah it's definitely funny watching Ironhide especially try and get you to stop. Bumblebee enjoys each time you share a pet name with him just a little bit more. Bumblebee does admittedly feel a bit giddy whenever it happens. It makes him stand up a bit taller and makes him smile a touch whenever he hears it. A small rush of confidence courses through him every time.

The first time you called Bumblebee, "Lovebug." Though? Bumblebee walked right into one of the ark walls.

-

"Hey, teddy bear!" Teddy bear-? The small plush toys human children carry around? Skyfire stops when you call it out in the ark hallway, because he had no clue who you'd be directing the name towards... only to watch you wander right up to him. Skyfires optics widen a touch when you stop in front of him and look at him expectantly.

"Am I...?" Skyfire wondered aloud.

You only smirked and simply held out a datapad for him to take "Yeah you, teddy bear, need you to review this for me so I can approve it for Perceptor or not."

"I- Alright." Skyfire took the datapad unsure if he should ask about the name or not.

"Thank you, Darling." Now that one makes Skyfires optics brighten a touch. But you just salute him with two digits and go on your way again.

Skyfire quickly learns this was something of a habit you had picked up when he overhears the twins complaining about their pet names from you. Skyfire finds himself enjoying the affectionate names even if they do fluster him a touch. The affections were kind and freely given out by you. It was refreshing for Skyfire, especially after having joined this vorns long war, to hear them roll off your glossia. To see the crinkle in your optics. And to feel the light affection in your em field if he happened to be close enough to you when you did so. It was- normal. A touch embarrassing yes, but almost painfully normal.

You'd keep switching, but you mostly called him "Bear" or "Teddy bear," and on occasion "Darling". He'd asked about the Teddy bear nickname in particular since he understood darling as a pet name a touch more. And you just smirked and completely unabashed and said, "Humans say it's for someone big, dependable and lovable. So I think it fits pretty well." Skyfire ends up so embarrassed by the casual remark he can feel cobalt on his own faceplate. He ends up putting his servo over his own faceplate and looking anywhere but you. While you just laughed light at Skyfires own expense.