Powerglide's Liability / An act of kindness / Chapter 4
(Powerglide x Gender Neutral Reader)
Rating: PG 13 (Raunchy / Comedy)
TW: Mentions of injuries, mentions of war, mentions of medical equipment, PTSD.
A tall red and blue bot enters the room. My god, he's massive! Powerglide probably only comes to his chest, if even. The hulking bot stops dead in his tracks upon laying his eyes on you. Oh shit.. is this gonna be problem? Has he not been informed of my presence? You shift about nervously as you attempt to look as presentable as possible, even bothering to straighten out some wrinkles in your clothing before you look up at him, smile awkwardly, then sweetly wave. God, I hope that was a decent first impression.. not that he's doing much better in that front, battered and worn from war, covered in blood... I hope he's okay.
He stares down at you for a moment before the bot's eyes flicker from you to Powerglide, who is finally done cleaning after like seven minutes, at least. What a meticulous mech. Powerglide looks up at him for a bit before he simply gives him a shrug, then proceeds to walk out of the room past the giant mech. Turns out, your suspicions were correct, he comes to his chest, a little bit over, but barely. You and the mysterious massive mech watch as Powerglide walks leisurely down the hallway to discard of the shattered glass, leaving you both confused and alone with a stranger. Thanks Powerglide, what a bro. He didn't even introduce you.
After a few moments of awkward silence pass, you both lock eyes and just look at each other for a bit, then he suddenly walks over to you and crotches down to your level.. Well, to the best of his abilities, he is huge, after all. "Are you injured?" He queries as he thoroughly looks you over, he carefully brushes a single digit over your skinned knees, just barely ghosting you.. like a whisper of wind. It's about the girth of your arm.. just a bit smaller. And you thought you felt small before, now your just minuscule! His voice is so deep and velvety, unlike Powerglide's, who's voice is more nasally and slightly higher pitched.. It's almost hypnotic, you're kind of stunned by it.
You slowly shake your head then point to the very prominent blood splattered all across his chest. He glances down and his 'bot brows' raise in shock. "Oh, that's not mine." He admits blatantly, he seems to appreciate the concern, though. You have to admit, it's kind of a relief that he doesn't seem to be that injured, he seems nice, you wouldn't want him to be in pain. It becomes awkwardly silent once more.. and he's starting to fear that he scared you with his "Not mine" confession... Maybe he seems a bit too violent. He didn't mean to! But then again, he could just be reading you wrong.. You both stare at each other, just observing and learning, memorizing each other's features, but he's mostly just trying to gauge your expression.. which he's incredibly bad at and he's well aware of it. So after a while, he begins looking you over again, you know, to show he's friendly! Perhaps an act of kindness will help ease your troublesome worries! His metalic digits rake across your flesh with the lightness of a feather, then they stop abruptly at your elbow, he pulls back his hand and gazes down at the hint of liquid that's tainted his fingertips. It's not that of enemies' like usual, but instead the life essence of an innocent bystander.. his spark drops harder than he could have ever prepared for, even you notice the sudden deep seeded concern painted all over his face.
You glance at your elbow and very sloppily raise it up to eye level. "Oh, would you look at that, it's bleeding again. I must've scratched it on accident.." You mumble as you poke on it, then you proceed to run your fingers down the scrape, this immediately worries the poor big softie. "D-don't do that.." His voice sounds like that of a concerned mother as he tugs your hand away with a single finger and carefully lays it in your lap, then he soothingly rubs his digit across the wound as he inspects it. His eyes trail over your arm, then to your face before he stares at you for an.. alarming amount of time. Why does he keep staring at you? It's starting to freak you out a bit. You can't help but break eye contact after a while, but soon enough your gaze returns as you feel him swipe some hair out from your face and tuck it neatly behind your ears.. the best he can manage, at least.
"I.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to witness all of this, the blazing destruction of war and to even experience it for yourself. No one deserves to live like this.. I'm... deeply sorry." His words ring in your ears as they echo throughout the drafty room. Why is he apologizing? It's not his fault they crash landed here, you doubt. You slowly reach over and hold one of his fingers in an attempt to soothe him, his eyes flicker down to you, bright baby blue eyes. They all have such gorgeous eyes.. You can look into his and tell just how tired and lonely he is, you can almost feel it on him. Constantly fighting just to try to get a semblance of peace among his people.. it must be exhausting. And it must be horrible to have to do it all alone, to have to instruct and order people, to know that your decision controls the lives of so many others... What an awful cross to bear. Maybe, just maybe, you holding him will bring him some peace, even if it is just an ounce, it'll satisfy you.
"It's okay, there's war here too. Perhaps not in this very country, but it's around. ...I'm sorry you have to go through this." You plant a soft kiss on his knuckle before you gaze up at him, his eyes soften upon hearing your kind words.. Maybe you did help, just maybe. He slowly snakes his hands around your waist and beneath your legs before he brings you up to his chest. "I'm going to take you to wash your wound.. I will care for you while you stay here. But know you may leave whenever you like, I will not stop you.. I only ask that you stay silent about our existence and location, yes?" He mumble an explanation as you settle yourself, you throw your arms over his shoulder as he begins to walk down the hallway, back to medbay. Well, you really wouldn't mind staying here, honestly, if that's an option. You'd like to help out somehow.. That'd be nice...
"I'd like to stay here.." You just barely mumble, it's practically a breath. You regret saying anything immediately, what if you're a burden to them? You shouldn't have said that... God, you hope he didn't hear. Though your words were quiet, he heard you. He sighs softly, almost like that of relief and he nods acknowledgingly. "You may, so long as you stay out of the weapons storage." He both sounded serious and playful, you assume it was both. He softly pats your back as you nod and nudge his cheek with your nose. A soft chuckle rumbles from him as he leans his head against you slightly, lovingly.
With steady strides, he quickly makes it to his desired location and plops you onto a medical slab.. bed? Table, medical table.. probably. God, you forgot how cold the metal was on your ass, you would think it wouldn't get through your clothing, but alas, it does. The poor tall bot looks around in a slight daze.. he's probably out of it from all the fighting. You would tell him you don't need any medical attention and that it's just a little scrap.. but you think he might need this, to help someone from this planet. It seems he's harboring a lot of grief from the whole matter, you think it'd be really good for him if he at least did this. "Ah.." He exclaims quietly, he suddenly remembered where whatever it is he's looking for is.
He quickly rushes over to a counter and opens a compartment.. somehow, you didn't even notice a handle or anything there. He pulls out a big fluffy light blue towel.. Well, he did say he was gonna wash your wound, however that's just a bit big for you though. It's like.. the size of your body, but you suppose they don't have anything smaller. All the towels you've seen thus far are massive, so it's to be expected that that's probably the only size they have.. or maybe that's the smallest size? He trots over to one of the few sinks sprinkled about the room nearby the medical tables, with a flick of the wrist, he turns on the sink and feels the water's temperature as it flows from the strange square spout before he submerges the towel under it then rings it out. After that, he quickly shuts off the tap and rushes back over to you and starts to immediately dab on the wound, his touch still as gentle as a small breeze. "Oh! My name is Optimus, Optimus Prime. I am the leader of the Autobots.. did Powerglide explain our circumstances and our doings here?" He suddenly blurts, his eyes search yours as he awaits a response. Ah, it's just now clicked, he's been staring at you to try to gauge your reactions, got it. You simply shake your head no, you find you're unable to think of anything but his intoxicatingly unique gaze as you stare back at him.. it's just so intense. "I.. uh, I'm Y/N. Y/N L/N." You just barely manage to say, he nods softly as he focuses back on the wound. "Y/n.. Allow me to elaborate." Well, let's see if you'll be able to remember this time.
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Powerglide x Reader (Non-Gender Specific)
TW: Language, Suggestive Content, Mention of ass slapping.
Powerglide's nicknames for you signifies his respect.. but also reflects his deep unwavering love for you not only as his beloved partner, but as a person. Sweetspark, Baby (said incredibly softly and lovingly, I cannot even begin to explain how gently he says it.), Sweetie, Small One, Beautiful, My Love, Sweet Stuff (said during playful conversations only), Light of my life (and he does NOT say that lightly).
Powerglide is a bit of a private mech, so when it comes to showing you affection in public (whether in actual public spaces or in the confines of the Ark) he's only going to do small things, such as cheek kisses or forehead kisses and a few light touches here and there...
But you're more than welcome to sit in his lap if you want. He secretly longs for you to do so, just so he can show you off a little. So he's not firmly against PDA per se.. he's just a bit too shy to do it, y'know? Eventually he could possibly maybe warm up to the idea if you chatter at him about it for long enough... maybe.
But when he does give you some PDA, he's all in. They're not just quick pecks on the cheek and forehead, on the contrary, they're lingering, passionate displays of affection.. He just feels that lip kisses and making out are activites better suited for the privacy of his habsuite, that way he can really enjoy himself and take his time flustering you.
His little touches aren't so bad either, a soft brush of fingertips against fingertips here and there, light nudges on your arm before he plants a tender little kiss on your cheek, and his all time favorite, lightly smacking your ass as he walks away just at the right moment, when everyone's head is turned.. It's not even hard enough to make a noise. So he'll do that, but he won't kiss you on the lips? Whatever, nerd.
Powerglide has a few different ways he expresses his love for you.. mainly via acts of service and praise, but he'll sprinkle in some physical touch here and there. He's not the most touchy bot.. necessarily, but he won't ever deny affection from you or turn you down if you want some. In reality? He's a very touchy bot.. on the inside.
He fears his clinginess will push you away so he keeps to himself most of the time and allows you to seek him out. But over time, he warms up to the idea of initiating cuddles and begging for attention, eventually all that lovin' just makes him love drunk and constantly hungry for more. It starts to get to the point that his anxieties of doing such things in front of his comrades simply melts away and he just does it any where. Good for him, he deserves some love.
His acts of service could be anything really, if he sees you're having a hard time, he'll offer to help... even if he doesn't really know how to under the circumstances or how to assist the situation at hand, period. But he's willing to ask for help from others in order to help you, but you better be grateful and remember this because he hates asking for favors, remember how much he loves you and that he's doing this for you. But he'd be willing to fly across the world twice just to help you, don't wanna take his word for it? Don't make him do it, he will, he'll do it just to prove it to you. Energy levels be damned, he'll find a way.
His praise is never ending, all through out the day he makes sure to tell you how proud of you he is and just how much he loves you. It doesn't matter if you've done anything spectacular or nothing at all, he just wants you to know he's proud of you for just simply being and that he's always there for you if you need him. Don't make him flip you on your back and raspberry your stomach in an attempt to tickle torture you, he will, he'll do it if you don't agree that your spectacular and wonderful and amazing... Yes all three, you have to say all three!
Powerglide is a massive cuddler and will cuddle any where, any time, but the intimacy of said cuddling varies depending on where he is. Like when he's drinking energon in the cafeteria for example, the most he's willing to do there is to have you nestled in his lap with his hand draped across your thighs, but that's about it. Occasionally he'll throw in a hand on your stomach, and that's usually just to see if you've eaten and if it's rumbling.
But when he's in his habsuite with you? Good luck getting him off you, you aren't going any where for at least a few hours... Unless you gotta use the bathroom or eat, then he'll go with you (Yes, to the bathroom as well if you'll let him, but he'll just wait outside in the hallway like a dweeb.) then he'll carry you back to the berth to rest with you once more.
His hands'll be all over you, massaging and feeling you, figuring out how you tick and memorizing every ounce of your squishy form. Usually they fixate more on your thighs and chest, he just can't get enough of you, you just mesmerize him. You feel so odd and alien, yet so calming and soothing, it almost dizzys him by how much it whelms him.
But when it comes to the position he wants to be in? He wants to practically engulf you, to surround you in himself in order to protect you as you two slumber. He'll have his face pressed against your upper back and his legs practically curled up around you, his hands are always on you or encasing you in some way, but usually one is drapped over your torso and the other is gently enclosing the top of your head, helping to dampen any sounds from the surrounding room. That's his favorite way to cuddle and he falls asleep almost instantly every time he does it, you have no idea why and he refuses to talk about it, mostly because he's pretending that it doesn't happen and that you don't have that much of a grip on him. But if you rub on his audial fins in a normal position? It's over for him then too, he'll be out like a light. Powerglide's a real cuddlebug, for sure, he couldn't live without them.
In Powerglide's downtime he likes to cuddle... shocker. But he also likes to just chat about really anything at all, just so long as he gets to hear your pretty voice ringing in his audial sensors. Any topic you have, he's willing to listen and blabber about, and if you don't think of one soon enough, he'll make up one for you. He especially likes it when he's cuddling with you and you two chat, that's like heaven to him. He just loves to hear about your little human day, it makes him smile, he's so grateful that you get to enjoy yourself and have a normal life thanks to the Autobots' hard work.
Oh god, if you want little tokens of affection you've went to the wrong bot because he's a real go getter. For example, he'll go out of his way to find the perfect gift for you if you're sad (or if he just feels like it) and he'll spend all of his free time some days just to do so. He won't stop until he's absolutely sure you'll love it and if he can't find any you'll love he'll make his own damn gift. Could be anything, who knows what he'll come up with, he recently got a Pinterest too, thanks to Jazz, so there's genuinely no telling what he's gonna come up with. Sometimes it's just the most beautiful bouquet of flowers you've ever seen, consisting of your favorite blooms and colors, and sometimes it's something completely batshit like him walking past you with a new sex toy on full display gripped in his hand and him beckoning you to the habsuite with a simple movement of his index finger. He could do anything at all, you can't predict him, god have mercy on your soul.
But sometimes, very rarely, he'll just take you on little dates and take you out for flights just to show he loves you... but he prefers gifts. He really loves seeing your reaction to them.
Uh oh, Powerglide's pissy at you? Don't worry, he'll cool down in a bit. If you just come and talk to him, even if it's a few minutes after the bickering sesh, he'll listen.. He won't respond and he'll just sit there in silence as you do so, but he'll listen.
In all honestly, he just doesn't want to admit that something as simple as hearing the sound of your voice disarms him.. and he especially doesn't want to admit that hearing you speak to him after the (very) mild argument is almost making him cry. Primus, he hates bickering with you, he just wants to give you everything you want, he hates this, loathes it, even. He just doesn't know what to do in these situations, little domestic spats aren't his strong suit.
After a little bit he'll turn around and wrap his arms around you tightly.. then he refuses to let go for hours... so you're stuck as punishment, it seems. But a few minutes into being trapped against the currently taking a vow of silence out of spite Powerglide, he'll softly mutter that he forgives you or that he's deeply sorry, then he begins to repeat it over and over again to the point the words practically cascade from his lips and pool within his spark. He just sits there and cries into your shoulders as you softly mumble sweet nothings to him and press gentle kisses along his helm.. He just can't handle such things, it breaks his spark... and hearing his soft robotic whines and sobs breaks yours.
Powerglide is the most jealous bot in the world, he hates it whenever someone so much as speaks to you, not that he'd ever admit it or act on it, but he hates it very deeply. He wants you all to himself, but sadly the universe seems to want to punish him and made you the cutest little human in the world, just his luck. Everyone wants to talk to you! There's no avoiding it! So instead of carrying you away like he so desperately longs to do, he instead just wraps his arms around you and shoves his face in the crook of your neck poutily.. looks like all his PDA drama has went out the window, huh? Just pet him a few times and he'll calm down... eventually.
Powerglide's is fiercely protective, but he's not too possessive. He's willing to share you (let people talk to you and get to know you) with people he truely trusts, but after a while he'll feel left out and he'll snatch you back and refuse to let you interact with anyone else for the rest of the day. Well, at least he's nice about it.. mostly.
"No. They've had enough of your love, I want some! >:("
"But Y/N... I'm your big bot.. you're acting like I'm not your big bot anymore." (<--- He's playfully pouting, being dramatic for attention.)
"No. I don't wanna! You can spare a few minutes of your 'precious' time to hang out with me.. or hours. Preferably hours."
Awe... he doesn't want you to be sad. Now, he's not the best with emotional mushy stuff, but he'll try his damnedest to make you happy again. He'll even resort to putting on a clown nose and making faces at you.. Where did he find one big enough for him, anyway?
But if you need to, he'll hold you close and let you cry it out or if you want some cheering up he'll do just about anything he can think of.. which isn't a lot when he's put on the spot, but he'll figure it out. He'll take you on a nice little trip in his cabin to your favorite look out spots, he'll zoom through clouds for you and joke about getting a beard from it, and he might even throw in a few tricks if you're lucky. (He will, he always does.)
He'll carry you about on his shoulder and let you be all tall and stuff, he'll let you climb on him and love on him, even in public... just please don't be sad. Expect to be promptly kissed all overif so much as a single tear falls, you're not allowed to be sad on his watch!
Oh no- he doesn't know anything about human aliments! Uhh.. okay! He's got this! ...Ratchet! He'll go get the grumpy medic to tend to you, he'll also attentively listen and memorize any instructions he has for him. Powerglide is known for his quick wit, but when it comes to sicknesses? Not so much. He'll pretty much stick to the strict list of foods and liquids Ratchet has okayed and ensure your warm and loved.. but he's too panicked to think of anything else. If you want a book or to watch TV, you'll have to ask the nervous wreck snuggled up behind you whining. Don't worry, he'll cool down once you start to feel better.
Rating: PG 13 (Raunchy / Comedy)
TW: Mentions of injuries, mentions of war, mentions of medical equipment, PTSD.
You have absolutely no idea how this happened or how you got to this exact moment. At first you were half convinced you were still asleep, tucked snuggly into your bed or in some sort of coma out in a park some where after eating some bad gas station sushi, but as you watch two absolutely fucking massive robots who are supposedly from "outer space" bicker about who has to watch you until someone named "Prowl" gets back, it really begins to properly sink in.
You've been taking this horrific evening with stride thus far, rolling with the punches, if you will. But that's only because you were under the assumption it wasn't real. First thing in the morning you took a taxi to go to the grocery store, then suddenly your taxi got T-boned by a beautiful porche who you now assume was a giant robot or some shit, it didn't even stop to check on you, it just straightened itself out and continued to tail some other car ahead that you couldn't quite make out due to traffic being scattered just enough.. as always. Honestly it was some pretty impressive driving, especially considering it probably hurt like hell. Then god damn missiles or some shit came from the heavens above and started to rain down on cars and buildings around you, you got out of the taxi just in time to see a fucking military jet whizz past, weaving in and out of buildings. Turns out it was probably part of some kind of clan or something called "Decepticons". Who fucking knows, you're so out of it you don't even remember what day it is, let alone remember what giant robots explained to you.
Then when you went to duck and cover in an ally, you got hit by this tiny little yellow Volkswagen just as you turned the corner and got completely laid out, then it transformed into a fucking robot and sprinted past you to shoot around the corner at something, God knows what. It used the building as shielding from giant bullets, you groggily watched as bullets slowly chipped away at the bricks.. it was kind of satisfying, in a way. Despite your massive migraine you now had thanks to Mr. student driver over there, you managed to barely gather your bearings after laying there for a moment and you sat up and looked over at the robot thing, trying to gather any intel at all about what it is exactly. And all you remember thinking was something along the lines of "What the fuck is even happening" and "It's literally just a robot like from big hero 6" It turned to look at you once it.. maybe killed something and with one more glance out at the now makeshift battlefield it ran towards you and before you even had a chance to register what was happening, it picked you up and transformed back into a car with you locked inside. Then it just wheeled off with you, legitimately kidnapped you, like hitting you wasn't bad enough.
Things got simpler after that, it introduced itself as "Bumblebee" and apoligized for nearly killing you and explained it was going to get you checked up by "Ratchet". In that moment all you could do was pray that Ratchet wasn't some sort of fucking robot building machine that was going to play pull apart and put back together with your body. But you didn't really try to escape, why bother? Battlefield or possible safety? It wasn't even a question which you'd rather go to.
And now your here, Bumblebee whizzed back off into town and he left you with the "Autobot" doctor, Ratchet, who checked you over very thoroughly and carefully and deduced that you were fine other than a few bumps and scratches here and there. He did quite a good job too, he even poked and prodded you like a regular human doctor. And now he's arguing with a fellow named "Powerglide", who's been complaining about not being called into battle since you arrived, about watching you. "Why do I have to watch em'!? I could be called into battle at any microclick! I don't have time to play babysitter with a perfectly capable adult!" Powerglide shouts in annoyance as Ratchet gives him the meanest motherly glare you've ever seen in your entire life. "It's not about them being an adult or not, Powerglide, It's about the fact they have now seen where our base is, thanks to Bumblebee's hit and run, and now we have to worry about them telling other humans. It would not be wise to leave them alone, they could slip out and escape. We must wait until Prowl or Optimus returns before allowing them to leave." Ratchet pauses and glances over his shoulder at you. "Not to mention, they could hurt themselves further. They seem like the type." He finishes and looks back at Powerglide.
You throw your hands up and huff. "A little rude, but okay." You mumble under your breath.. you know it's true, you are the type. You gaze back up at Powerglide, his eyes bore holes into you for just long enough to about make you have a heart attack his optics fixate back on Ratchet. "But-" Powerglide begins, but is swiftly cut off. "Powerglide I have to go now, Optimus needs me now so I can patch up our battered brothern before we lose this battle. He doesn't need you at the moment, so watch the human. Do you want to be responsible for getting us captured and tortured?" Ratchet asks as he swiftly grabs medical gear from here and there and shoves it in his.. uhm.. chest? Breasts? Robot chest... maybe a pocket from his vehicle form.. kind of? "No.. but-" Powerglide begins again only to be harshly cut off by another shit inducing glare from Ratchet. "Watch them. Just until Optimus or Prowl gets back. Preferably Prowl, Optimus tends to be a bit too laxed about these situations in my opinion, it's best to let the strategist handle this." Ratchet hisses before transforming into an ambulance and driving off, wheels screeching with each turn off into the distance, echoes reverb off the large cavernous hallways of the Autobot spaceship.
You and Powerglide both watch helplessly as Ratchet drives off, neither one of you really wanting to have to deal with the other. Then like a shitty sitcom, you both turn and meet eyes at the exact same time. "Vector sigma." Powerglide grumbles before rubbing his fingers betwixt his non existent brows. "You and me both, brother." You reply with a sigh.
