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You wacked the frilly hood almost as soon as Ratchet started pulling you into the hallway. He got the message pretty quick and lowered the eyesore. Even though it’s been a while you can still trace back the path to Rung’s office pretty well.
It took three weeks and two days for Rung to become fully operational and pass all medical concerns and exams. Rung quickly resumed his schedule and eight days have passed since that benchmark as well, which means it’s been three days and four weeks since you’ve last seen Rung. You think so anyways, time is a little hard to grasp here, but it’s still something human instinctive to keep track of.
Ratchet makes a left turn and passes by a squealing Tailgate, “Ah! Little Bitty sits so well! And so behaved!! Are you going somewhere with Raaaatchet?" Tailgate reaches his servo out to your helm to pat it. At least you think he’ll give you a head pat. He often gets overcome with some sort of cute aggression and squeezes your cheeks together, but he probably wouldn’t do that with the ultimate Mother Hen pushing your stroller. As Tailgate begins small conversation with Ratchet, you shake your helm and point towards the end of the hallway. You have places to be dammit! Move!
Tailgate huffs and gives you one last ruffle before Ratchet continues down the hallway. Rung should probably be one of the mech’s you tell about… everything? It’s hard to decipher what should and should not be common knowledge. He was already pretty close to discovering your origins on Earth, so you’re pretty confident that he can be in the loop for that.
But how in the loop? Should he read the log entries (and whatever else Chromedome found), or will it be a simple conversation of, I got transmutated into a mechanical body against my will, but I was born, and still think like a human. Thanks for spoon-feeding me!
It probably wouldn’t be a simple conversation but you can still hope. Maybe you can lead with simple and then let him choose if he wants to read the details? Maybe it’ll be something he pulls out of you later in life when you definitely get proper therapy.
He would probably want your opinion on it too. Eughh. What a fun and comfortable future conversation.
Ratchet curls his servo into a fist and raps it against the door, quite soon after you hear rustling from inside and Rung opens the door. He looks at you and beams. You probably had a similar expression too.
As happy as you are to see your guardian, (he is your guardian, right? It’s hard to tell.) part of you is conflicted about the confrontation that needs to happen. Do you tell him about Overlord? Rung doesn’t know about the entire situation, but he might be able to help the others who are involved! Maybe give some insight or add a valuable opinion? But that isn’t your secret to share. If the others here are willing to keep your secret then shouldn’t you keep theirs as well? But if there's more help on the situation, there less of a chance of mechs getting caught in the rampage. You could always try to share the information secretly. It’s kinda worked so far, and it’s not like anyone is really catching onto the whole prophet baby phenomenon you're trying to push.
Maybe you could simply allude to it and let others make the connections. Being a creepy baby would probably get mechs to start asking questions. Yeah, sure. Let’s try allusion and manipulation today.
Rung takes the stroller from Ratchet and sends him a small smile while gently rocking the wheels back and forth. Ratchet takes a peer into the office but Rung sidesteps to block his vision, “Ah. Didn’t mean to spy, just wanted to know if anyone was listening.”
“Is there something you need to tell me?”
Ratchet looks at you for a moment before looking back up at Rung, “Uh.. No. Not currently. But you might hear something from Rodimus or Drift pretty soon.”
“…Alright. Anything else?”
As if he just remembered something, Ratchet points a digit into the air. “Yes, actually. They had another disk flare last cycle, I saw some readings I didn’t like so I want to integrate more med-bay visits. Just as a precaution.”
“So there’s something wrong with their spark?”
Is there? You feel fine. Honestly, you feel great. That nap did wonders as it was surprisingly soothing.
“I didn’t say that.”
Rung huffs and looks straight at Ratchet who doesn’t move an inch. “But you alluded to it. If it’s readings from the disk that's something wrong with the spark, right?”
Is there something wrong with your spark? Ratchet did take your disk after it started flashing during your nap with Drift. Was there something on there? Bad things?
Ratchet looks between you and Rung and hesitates. Why is he hesitating? Normally mechs talk in front of you, about you, and frankly about things they probably shouldn’t be talking about in front of children. But to be fair you’re a baby who is supposed to only be starting to get a grasp on language, it’s only because of your mind age difference that you can understand them.
…Ah. Ratchet knows you can understand more than previously thought.
He won’t say anything he doesn’t want you to know. This change in attitude is probably something that's going to occur with everyone who gets told your secrets. That does change things a little bit, it makes you reconsider who you want into the small secret circle you are creating.
It’s much easier to come across information when no one shuts up around you and no one questions your suspicious behaviour.
Rung stops rocking the stroller and rolls his optics. “Alright. Leave me to worry I guess.”
You hear Ratchet vent, “I’m just not sure of the diagnosis yet and don’t want to tell you something I don't know is true or not, hence more med-bay visits.”
“Alright then. Update me when you can.”
Ratchet waves and walks off in a different direction than the way back to the med-bay.
You look up at Rung and make grabby motions with your servos. He gives good cuddles and you’ve quite missed them. Laughing, Rung obliges to your demand and waves the mech in his office over and picks you up.
“Can you bring in the stroller? I don’t have the spark to refuse nor any extra arms to bring the stroller in.”
You look to the direction of the waving and make a mental note to change plans for the day to have no allusions and minimal manipulations as Fort Max slowly waddles over. Despite looking small and apprehensive now, you can vividly remember the outburst he had a month ago and don’t want to trigger something inside of him again by talking about the mech who tortured him.
While approaching you, Fort Max never takes his optics off you as he slowly brings the stroller inside and closes the door.
Wait, why is he apprehensive? You turn your helm in his direction, a puzzled expression most likely on your face and Fort Max immediately stops moving.
It’s unsettling when Rodimus goes quiet. Elbows on the table and face in his servos.
No one in the room speaks or moves except for the occasional tap and drag coming from Brainstorm as he scrolls through the datapad. Brainstorm shows very little in his expression except for the furrow in his brows.
Rodimus mumbles from between his servos. “How many mech’s in the brigg originate from the bitlet’s ship.”
Drift sighs and counts for a moment, “…Not many I don’t think. We sent most of them back to Cybertron when we stopped at Hedonia. The only one that knew about the bitlet and the artifact is still on board, but I don’t believe that he has much information.”
Rodimus raises his helm and drags his servos over his faceplates. “Do they- …do they remember what happened to them?”
The air feels stagnant while Drift stares at the table in front of him. There’s paint chipping off on the knuckles on some of his digits, He should fix that. “… I don’t know about what they think happened. They haven’t expressed any part of what happened to them… but…” Looking to the side Drift rolls his servo in the air while trying to articulate his words. “.. But I know that they remember pain of some sort.”
Chromedome gestures for the datapad in Brainstorm’s hold to which the scientist swats at him, “Did they communicate this with you Drift?”
“There were a couple of hints, but ultimately I just talked to them. Their field confirmed the rest for me. But I haven’t had any actual conversations. At least verbally anyways. But I think they might be trying to convey something by drawing.”
Brainstorm mumbles, still reading aquaheap's datapad. “Smart bitlet.”
Rodimus raps his digits along the table. This information doesn’t change much currently, but it does mean that an investigation will likely need to be opened.
But then information would leak.
Rodimus continues to rap his digits along the table. “What do you think they’re trying to say?”
Drift and Chromedome pull out their datapads and open it to numerous pages of scribbles that start to make a coherent story once all put together.
The first drawing was the one you drew after your cognition tests in Rung’s office. Three mechs, one confirmed to be chromedome, putting a cube container underneath a ship.
The second drawing is the one you just made with Drift and Ratchet. It shows a monster stuck in a cube.
The third and fourth drawings are respective drawings of Rewind scribbled out and Tailgate laying on a slab while something scans him.
Brainstorm and Rodimus silently look over the drawings until Chromedome picks up his datapad and switches it to his calendar. “There’s also the whole, 30 minutes isn’t enough, he’ll get out, message that only could have been left by a hacker, Rewind, or the sparkling.”
Rodimus shoots his servos up in mild frustration and confusion, “What are you trying to say here??”
Chromedome switches back to the pictures of the monster and points to them, “The sparkling knows Overlord is being held in a slow cell under the Lost Light.”
Drift points to the picture of the scribbled out Rewind and sick Tailgate, “And the sparkling thinks mech’s are going to get hurt.”
Before Rodimus could connect to where Chromedome and Drift are leading him, Brainstorm does it first. “The sparkling believes that Overlord is going to escape.”
Rungs clears his throat and shuffles around slightly. His current sitting arrangement isn’t too comfortable. “Just to clarify, it was trailbreakers comments that you last remember before you started shooting?”
Fort Max winces in his seat across from you and Rung. Staying silent for a moment, he fiddles with the tiny cube in his servo’s before handing it to you. It’s hard to balance it now while as pile continues to increase and Rung’s lap doesn’t have that much space.
“…Yes. I think. I was sort of wandering aimlessly the entire cycle. I think his comments were just the… push.”
“Do you normally wonder or pace? I know a lot of mech’s find repetitive action to be soothing. Even if it's done unintentionally.”
“I … don’t really know.”
The therapy session between Max and Rung had continued (albeit with much hesitation of Max’s end), and for some reason Rung had been determined to include you for the time being. You aren’t sure if it’s more because he missed you, or if he’s trying to get Fort Max comfortable. Maybe both. But it’s not like you’re a part of conversation or anything, Rung simply keeps pointing to things that interest you. Or he tells Fort Max to give you something you like.
Like a cube.
Fort Max is apprehensive each time he leans over, but he does seem to be talking a little more freely than he did in the comics. But tunnel vision is just the side effect of a baby. It takes a lot of concentration from the caretaker to keep them happy. Especially if they recognize you for the gun you carry around.
“Maybe let’s set up a space for you. Somewhere that’s open where you can move and calm down before you hear comments again.”
But Fort Max gets a bit of leeway here as he truly wasn’t in his right mind, and judging by the amount of cubes you have to play with you have come to the conclusion that perhaps he simply doesn’t know how to apologize.
You pause with your cubes. Maybe he’s never really gotten one? That’s a bit sad to think about. But it would make sense with his overall character. You sigh vent as a guilty conscience clouds your thoughts. He doesn’t mean to be scary or threatening, and Fort Max is important to the story, so the quicker he’s comfortable with you the better.
Fort Max picks up another cube and fiddles with it for a moment before turning it over on each side. While he silently fidgets, he moves the side of the cube that has a glyph on it to face you. It’s the letter ‘a’.
Quickly you devise a three step plan to hopefully get Fort Max a little more comfortable with you. Step one, you must get his attention.
You make a noise and point to the cube. Normally, when you make noises it’s like switching inputs that you don’t have on a tv. However, this time there was a bit more control within the resonance of the static. How fun, it seems like you’re growing. Both Fort Max and Rung stop their conversation. Rung chuckles while Fort Max inches the cube closer to you.
Fort Max looks down at the cube before looking back up, “Sorry little one. I suppose I was teasing you with that cube by not letting you get it.” Once the cube is in reach you stretch out to grab it and return it to your little pile.
“And uhm.. I think.. We can try having a little space or something like that. Wouldn’t my Habsuite be enough though?”
You pick up a cube and stretch your little arms to Fort Max’s direction.
Rung watches you and hums, “Let’s try to find somewhere else. You might get a roommate one day and lose some privacy. Plus I don’t want the area you recharge to be associated with stress.”
Fort Max looks between you and Rung, unsure of what to do. You wiggle your arms a little as if you’re about to throw the cube and Fort Max quickly reaches over to scoop his servos under yours to catch it. Fort Max sits there, confused and unsure how to interact until you grab another cube and stretch out to give him this one as well.
“Do they not want the cubes anymore?”
Rung hands you a cube, and you repeat the action. “No? I’m not sure. I think they might just be sharing.”
Yes. Feel the empathy from a baby Fort Max! It is the purest and rarest form of empathy out there! (Mostly because empathy isn’t learned until a couple years from now. But whatever.) Take the baby's gift.
You grab another cube and despite Fort Max now being prepared, keep it to yourself and place it to the side of you. You repeat the action by grabbing yet another cube. The two mech watch in silence as you hold two cubes, a weak hold in each servo.
Then you start hitting them together. Quite obnoxiously. While maintaining eye contact with Fort Max. The cubes make quick hollow clinking noises and you wonder what exactly they are made out of.
Fort Max looks up to Rung for help, but is unfortunately met with an equally confused expression.
You stop hitting the blocks together, and the room falls silent. Second part of the plan, deploy the cube!
You throw a block at Fort Max.
He catches it with quick reflexes and you beam. Rung chokes on air while Fort Max sits as still as a statue.
“Bitlet! You can’t ju- I am so sorry Max! They’re normally so good.” Rung hunches over to look at you holding onto the other cube. “You can’t throw things at other Cybertronians bitty. We’re going to have to take these away if you can’t play nice.”
Poor Rung is always on the confusing end of your schemes, but hopefully he’ll soon understand. You put the other block you were holding to the side of you and wiggles your little digits. Third step of the plan, play!
Fort Max looks at you and then looks at Rung before whispering, “… do they want the cube back?”
You slump, and quickly add a step 2.5 to your plan, show.
You grab the cube you set aside and gently toss it into the air where you can catch it, before putting it to the side and expectantly look at Fort Max.
Rung makes a noise of recognition before silently laughing, “they want to play Max.” Yes! “Toss them the cube, gently.”
Slowly Fort Max hunches in his seat so that his servos are only a couple inches apart from yours, and ever so gently tosses the cube into your servos. You’re pretty sure the thing is in the air for less than a quarter of a second but you beam up at Fort Max and his mystified expression makes you laugh nonetheless.
You throw the cube back to Fort Max’s servos, and after a beat of hesitation, he throws it back to you as well.
Prepping for your next throw Fort Max makes a bowl of his servos, “… I thought they would be scared.”
You aim, and hit Fort max’s left palm. Rung readjusts his hold on you so that you can move a bit more freely, “To be honest Max, I doubt they recognize you. The mech that shouted and scared them and the mech in front of them now are probably two different individuals to the bitlet.”
Instead of throwing the cube back Fort Max curls his digits around the tiny thing and vents in and out very slowly. You look up to see his optics closed and his faceplates all scrunched up, and you can’t help but realize how human he looks.
I mean, he’s blue, but his nose scrunches the same way yours did.
You lean over to close the distance between your servos and tap his knuckles twice. There’s a faint red hue of light that tells you to look up again, and when you do you see Fort Max staring right at you.
You smile and wave.
He smiles too.
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Ayo I am so sorry for the long wait, the A03 curse hit me like a rubber dodge ball and my appendix burst like right after my exams. Good news is that I'm fine, bad news is that I did so well in my exams that I have practicums, responsibilities, and night shifts now. (Tee hee!)
This essentially means that whenever inspiration hits I will write something, but will likely throw away a schedule. We shall see.
I'm normally not big on babies, however, i can't help but melt at the thought of these tough, war torn bots cooing and playing with the little uns.
Optimus is usually a busy mech, always at the ready should someone need him. Though it's tough for this soft giant to peel himself away from the cooing baby in their playpen; call it whatever you want but it makes his coding purr happily whenever the baby squeals joyfully when he comes into sight.
"Have you been good for your parent?"
Cue baby babbles.
"So I heard."
He's always got that baby to sleep easily. Nobody knows how he does it, but the parent appreciate it all the same.
Ratchet no matter how many times he tried to deny it. His day and others in the medbay brightens up when the liaison swings by with their bundle of joy. It took so much to keep himself from cooing when the liaison points at him "Who's that, huh? Is thhaaatt Ratchet? Wanna say hi hi?"
His spark clenches when the baby cries after getting their updated shots. He may be a grouchy grump, but he never liked hearing little uns cry so he may or may not have played peek a boo which made that smile come back quickly.
No, First Aid, he does not have a clue what you are talking about. If he finds out this gets out, he will skewer your lines.
Drift and Rodimus always seem to find their way to get some playtime in with the youngest crew member. Drift definitely felt himself ascend to some place cause the little gummy smile with the two teeth peeking out up at him had him dying and crying.
"They're so cute," he sobbed, "how do you do it?"
"Oh trust me, It takes a lot to keep myself from kissing their cheeks aggressively at bay."
Rodimus making funny faces or tickling them always makes his day. He definitely ranked them to the "most official cutest baby around".
No, Rodimus, you cannot throw them in the air.
Bumblebee is always so good with kids, but imagine his surprise when they start picking themselves up. He had to drop everything, lower to his knees and watched in awe as they started slowly and stumble their way over to him on their feet.
Frag it! He should have a camera! This is important! He cheers when they collapse in his servos, door wings fluttering while quickly comm'ing their parent.
Jazz is another mech who got a soothing presence. He always entertain the baby babbles, humming them to sleep, etc. He's the most relax and easy going that you could call them buddies since the baby is always wanting JUST him if Optimus is not there at the base.
He always laugh when they squeal happily at the sight of him. Taking them into his arms and going on a "lil ride" around the base.
Ironhide. Ohhhh, he was a sucker immediately. He can hide it under all that grouch like Ratchet, but the little tiny hands on his while holding their bottle made him vent. His optics are staring fondly as sleepy, dropping eyes stared back.
Don't tell him about the fact when you press your thumb against their foot their toes curl. Almost to mimic as if they're curling their hands around your finger.
Human! darling having to deal with yandere Lost Light crew shenanigans.
"So, I downloaded Sims onto my heavily monitored computer and now whenever one of them pisses me off I torture them in game. Look Rodimus is having an affair on Ultra Magnus with Megatron."
"Rung is drowning in a pool with no ladder."
"Whirl is a single mother with two babies s(he) keeps neglecting. The grim reaper is knocking at her door."
"Drift is a starving vampire who just got shanked by someone he was trying to feed from."
"Red Alert is a werewolf... for some reason."
"Cyclonus is—doing very well, surprisingly. Let's take all his money away and make him owe a debt to the mob aka the DJD."
"Tailgate is on fire. I can put him out. I will not."
"That—," points on the screen where multiple LL Sims are fighting to the death, "doesn't need to be explained."
"I am so well adjusted. I do not need help whatsoever and these bots aren't driving me fucking insane."
Hello I just wanted to save that I am in LOVE with your Transformers LL x Reader and I was wondering if you can do a part 2? You don't have too but I just wanted to ask :)
I would say that that was one of my favs to read lol
If you want brainstorming ideas, maybe continuation of the reader trying to dodge every single obstacles (Aka the cybertronians), like bc they're small they can hide. Kinda like a twisted game of hide n seek but the like, frfrs
[A/N] Ehehhehe thanksieeees and sorry for the late reply, cause goddamn I got so many things, dooooo!!! Also, I had a (last month) con to attend. I will post my cosplays soon and the pins I gave out.
Yandere Lost Light x Earth Liaison GN Reader
First part heeeereee!!!
The Lost Light was under lockdown, heavy metal footsteps and loud commands muffled and reverbed from the vents you've been hiding in. After the sudden revalation that they all planned to never let you home, you panicked and ran to the nearest vent. It was a matter of time before one of the smaller mechs, or even Skids catches up to you. Time is ticking and every second counts, the longer you are in this ship the harder it is for you to go back home. The home you belong and cherish.
You wished it was a nightmare, a bad dream from drinking a little to much in the rationed alcohol at Swerve's. But the burning sensation of your aching knees and heeving lungs says otherwise.
Your fingers tremble in anxiety as you pull out a hastily and crudely made map, the map you drew doing your free time. You have felt a little blessed by lady luck, maybe those little adventures and scavaging in the vents payed off.
"Shit, okay okay okay. Calm down (Y/N), you got this, we will definitely go home." You gave yourself a peep talk, encouraging yourself that you will prevail and see this through. You looked around, tracing the semi familiar metal walls, trying find even a small distinguishable mark. A difference in the never ending hall of madness, and lady luck has blessed you once more.
The number and a letter was carved by the past you, in a fit of boredom nonetheless. You looked at the map to find the numerical letters and traced to it the potential exits. You looked at your options.
One, you can go to the lab far east, you recognize that it was Perceptor, Nautica, and Brainstorm's area. But you know by the time you get there, they may have set a trap expecting you to be there. You knew that there was a special sleeping gas in the making, that if you even get the chance to grab it while scoring a mask, you can deploy it in the vent fans and let each bots drop dead slumbering to the floor.
Two, you can exit the main lobby in the middle, hotspot. You would be even lucky to land on your in ship motorcycle and drive to the nearest drop pod. But it was too risky, many bots are there, big, small, fast and dangerous. You don't even remember if you parked your motorbike there or if they took it to prevent you from escaping any further.
Three, you can rush down to the control room and put as much chaos as possible with the controls, lock bots out to give you more time to get to the emergency ship.
Or four go the basement where they hold the criminals, letting them all out and cause chaos. You don't wanna let Overlord, Tarn, Getaway and the rest of the criminals and traitors out. You knew that they are oddly touchy and whisper temptations to you, but who knows what'll happen, or if they'll even bother to help you. They'll probably make it worst, and you'd rather not deal with that.
And before you can make you final decisions, you hear heavy footsteps coming closer.
"(Y/N), please luv, we can talk'bout this. We don't want tuh hurt ya, can ya please come out?" Skids calls out gently, trying to lure you closer to him.
Then you hear more footsteps coming from all directions.
"Come'ere squishy-squishy, you don't wanna do this the hard way eeeh? Come to mama." Whirl snickers, you can hear a click of the gun from his direction.
"Whirl! You're gonna make them even more scared!" Tailgate smacks Whirl's leg. "(Y/N), please can you come to us? Cyclonus and I are worried about you."
"(Y/N) dear, Are you lost? Can you follow my voice?" Rung's gentle tone echoes through the vents. "Come now dear, we can process this together. I know you're scared and frightened, but please let me help you."
"(Y/N)! Come on now! You're seriously going to be all skittish after all we've been through?!" Brainstorm exclaims. "Honestly (Y/N) you are quite the daredevil willing to be an experiment even in near death, yet you become soooo scared to be here with us permanently? Ugh you wound me deeply."
Ultra Magnus's voice booms through the walls. "Earth Liaison (Y/N), this is highly unprofessional and dangerous for you to be in the vents, please remain calm and listen to my voice as an exit." Then you hear his heavy armor clang against the floor. "If not, I shall take you in, I removed myself from the armor as it is too large to enter. Please do not be frighten by my alt mode."
"(Y/N), stay there, I've got your ping, everyone their coordinates is updated!" Rodimus voice comes closer. You knew you were fucked and better start running.
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Being the one human on a Cybertronian ship, having to eat only rations and synthesized “food” slurries that taste absolutely horrendous.
Your friends completely forgetting you’re a predator species, UNTIL… you say
“Man I would really kill for some meat right now”
And they are suddenly grateful they aren’t organic, some of them completely convinced humans HAVE to eat meat or they’ll go feral. Mfers scared for they life (even though they ain’t organic 😭🙏) having to tell these GROWN ASS mechs they aren’t in danger
RESULT: now you don’t have to eat those nasty rations anymore! ^_^
thinking about being the lost light's one and only human friend, and rewind wanting to make small documentaries/videos about you and your day to day life on an all-cybertronian ship.
you watch as rewind sits down in front of the table you're perched on, swinging your legs over the edge idly as he adjusts to get comfortable. the red light on the side of his head blinks in steady pulses, indicating its current status as 'recording'. it rarely isn't, you've noticed.
"ok [name], how's your day been so far?"
you briefly startle at the sudden question, despite the fact this isn't the first time you've both done this. he makes sure that's always the first question he asks, just to ensure his favorite human (the only human he's ever known) is comfortable and emotionally stable enough to have a day-by-day run down with him. the last thing he wanted was to add any more mental strain to your cute little human brain.
shaking out of your brief surprise, you grin widely at him, "it's been great! i haven't had any reports to do today, so i've been keeping myself... occupied."
rewind watches as your sweet smile shifts to a slightly more devious smirk. with no small amount of amusement in his voice, he asks back, "and what would that be?"
"well, if you must know, dear rewind," you begin, "i've been walking around with my pockets full of fridge magnets all day. thought i'd see just how many i could stick to everybody before magnus inevitably catches and reprimands me."
rewind briefly spits out a snicker before catching himself. however, you can still hear the restrained laughter in his voice as he asks, "and how has that been going for you?"
you fall into a small fit of giggles, bracing your hands on the table beneath you in order to hold yourself upright. in-between your laughter you begin to explain your adventure of the day to the minibot, who's visor now glows a bit brighter at the sight of your joy.
"rodimus was first," you say after a swift inhale of breath. "he decided he wanted to carry me around on his shoulder strut this morning while telling me about the next planet he's hoping for us to stop at. said they had a big race happening down there and he wants to participate and 'show everyone up'." you bend one of your legs up to settle your foot on the table, resting your head on your knee as you continue, "i managed to stick exactly twenty-two to the back of his head while i was up there, and i don't think he's realized thats why people have been snickering behind his back today."
you look up just in time to catch rewind pressing the tips of his digits to the front of his mask, his shoulders shifting up and down in a show of restraining his laughter.
loving the sight of making one of your big bot friends laugh, you don't give him a chance to recover before you begin again, "i managed to get eight on the back of ultra magnus' right leg while he was in a rare state of stillness, i know he's gonna know it was me when he finds them. only one person can get them that far down without being caught!"
now you're beginning to join his laughter again, both of you shaking with the force of it as you try to continue your story. "i managed to sneak into swerve's through the vent behind the bartop and snuck three onto swerve's aft!! how he didn't notice is baffling to me, he seems to have a sixth sense that let's him know whenever i'm within a two mile radius of him, it's very funny. i'm looking forward to him finding them the most."
now rewind is hunching over with his laughter, attempting to hold his head straight at you to continue recording the best he can. the sight of his joy at your hands makes your chest warm, something about making your friends laugh this hard settling a happiness so intense inside of your heart it feels like it may burst. you're sure when he goes back to review this footage he'll see the unfiltered admiration pouring from your eyes as you stare at him. perhaps he'll show chromedome, and they can gush over how cute they find you as usual.
every recording session you have with rewind solidifies the thought in your mind that this is the best idea you two have ever had.
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you lied. this was the worst idea you two have ever had.
as you watched the newest episode of 'Life of a Liason', you realized rewind had a lot more footage of you than you originally thought. a horrifying realization - truly - as you watched a ten minute section of footage of you tripping over random objects and/or absolutely nothing at all. when did he even catch any of this? and this video goes out to the whole ship like it does every other week, everyone is going to see this!!
and with that knowledge you come flying out of your habsuite at speeds that blurr himself would be jealous of, screaming down the hallway;
Something just scratches my brain about humans showing their favorite cybertronian/cardbot videos of people doing amazing feats due to adrenaline…
Cause like what do you mean these little fleshy things can lift things 10x their weight simply because of a hormone being released into their body..
I can like, imagine their shock as they watch these videos and their little human buddy explaining the concept of “hysterical strength” to them…
Like, what do you mean your body can override its natural safety mechanisms in order to rush adrenaline through your muscles to give you a burst of superhuman strength..WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN LIFT A CAR??
I just really like the idea of cybertronians/metal card bots being in awe of the feats humans can do while running on adrenaline…okay anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk
