#springer x reader

• Easy for him to say. Skin crawling, you sit down in your pile of blankets and realizing he’s waiting for an answer, you wrinkle your nose at him. You guess there’s a poetic justice in eating something that would just as soon eat you, but you’d kill for real food. Human food. Spaghetti, seafood, heck, even ramen. What plants won’t kill you or make you wish you were dead just taste unpleasantly bitter. Watching him put a knee on the berth and haul himself up as he mass shifts, he settles against your back and you blow out a breath. “I’ll eat later,” you reassure him as his arms come around you.

• Venting to pull your familiar scent deep, something settles inside him. Can feel your heart beating against him as he relaxes, chin on top of your head. “I know this is hard on you. That you miss home,” he murmurs as you huff out a little breath, leaning back into him. ‘Don’t you?’ You ask and he rumbles because it’s not the same. He chose this, chose service and the Wreckers. You didn’t have any say. ‘You know what I miss most?’ You ask when he takes too long to answer you. “What?” You’re leaning to grab a blanket and he helps tuck it around you as you rest back against him. Can think of so many things you must miss. Feeling safe, home, friends or family.

• “Summer rain. Just those little, sudden storms that roll in out of nowhere and soak you to the bone. I miss the way everything smells after rain,” you mumble and his chin drops to your shoulder, arms curled around you. ‘It rains here,’ he offers and you smile. That’s not the same though. It’s all angry, fierce downpours. Feels like an assault, like even the rain here resents your very existence. Can’t really say that to him, though. You’re pretty sure he’d think you’re being dramatic even if he wouldn’t say it. “It’s not the same,” you mumble.

Skywarp

Surprisingly, he finds it quite fascinating for how crazy your mind becomes when it wants sexual pleasure. One day, you would have a lovely talk with your Conjunx on drama, but than the next you can't get out of bed and bites Skywarp's digits whenever he got to close. The first time it happened was confusing, but now is intrigued by your animalistic nature. He wasn't an organic lover before he met you; Seeing them as just pets or gross flabs of meat, but humans were almost designed specifically for Cybertronians to play with.

The seeker gives an exception to humans, loving their culture and ways of communication. You weren't slimy or sticky, making him ten times more likely to fall in love. When he found you humping a pillow was a sight to behold. Skywarp sat in a chair and told you to continue, his beautiful cocky eyes staring at every body part that wasn't covered by the bed sheets.

One of his favorite things to do was force your legs open and observe how wet your nether region got. Oh, buck your hips at him, give him the entertainment of letting you suffer in his presence. He craves your cries for more, the yelps of pain from your privates not getting any attention. One of the many kinks Skywarp has is bondage, tying his little human up and giving you a small muzzle was necessary. The muzzle wasn't included before, but after you have dented his fingers multiple times because of the bite force that humans have…yeah the seeker doesn't want to explain to medbay every time it happens.

Struggle, kick, s q u i r m! Skywarp has a growling problem and wants to make sure you are bottom, you are not in charge, that you are HIS! You won't be able to forget his evil giggles, echoing in your ear while he barely touches in between your legs.

Speaking of which, the teasing might kill you one of these days. His hot venting air against your crotch, lightly giving you a lick here and there. Skywarp intends to make you tear up and beg non stop. Noises are his passion, and will not mind how loud you get. No, he won't take the muzzle off until the next morning, the seeker has learned his lesson from last time.

Jazz

The mech can't seem too surprised about your little outburst at him the first night. He always is on missions and gets busy really fast. What he is shocked about is the way you handled it. A human's strength when it wants something that second is scary, forcing his cap open to play around with his valve and spike at the same time. Jazz lets you do whatever you desire, watching his little wild beast go ham.

Did you just order him to touch himself? Holy shit he has never seen you act like this at all. The way you changed in voice and personality was so hot, of course Jazz is going to finger himself in front of you to see what else is in store. Sucking his tip and grinding along his shaft could make him cum in seconds, never taking his optics off you.

Jazz plays sensual music during your sessions with him, playing the beat at the same speed as your grinding. If you do something that would make Jazz gasp, like biting his spike or getting violent with his folds, you could hear the music stuttering or glitching out a bit before he could compose himself.

His visor stays on, the communications officer isn't going to let you see his pleading eyes whenever you tease him. Don't get him wrong, he loves to be your bottom, but if he is able to be a brat than he will be. One of Jazz's kinks is animal like noises. Hearing your growling get louder when you are about to pounce was so sexy, he asks if you could do that again. If you climb up to his face, the mech never noticed before how your irises get bigger when you focus on his optics.

Please kiss him, he wants nothing more than your soft lips against his. Your aggressiveness is addicting, and secretly he wants this to happen more often. Primus, Jazz just wants to skip missions sometimes, because he doesn't get to see that pretty little face you have for days. After intercourse, he will gently brush your hair with the tips of his digits to help you get comfortable. Jazz is purring so loud, it was like you were getting a massage when you laid on his chassis.

Slag

Careful, one of the dinobots is possibly the scariest team to try and date. They are a "no-rule group", and that includes violence. Slag is the worst when it comes to such violence, Him and his buddy Sludge are the most destructive, so when Slag goes to check on his mate and finds you in an aggressive like state…it was a twist to see the dino get very soft.

His mind may be a bit twisted from his past and the war, but Slag sees you as the only thing that could save him from the life of fire and death. His buddies didn't know why he had an organic mate, on top of him being the one that literally hates everything. All he could say about his change of heart towards you was "…they like my everything…"

The way you were already whining, staring at him with helpless eyes. Slag wanted to just rip you off those sheets and devour you. He may be called stupid, and he may prove them right most of the time, but this mech has never focused so hard before up until now. His rough servos trying to finger you with delicacy, it was painful for how slow he got. His kisses were light, optics staring at your wonderful face. Slag was holding back EVERYTHING, until he hears his mate growl at him to go full force. The member of the dinobots has never been afraid of anything, but the way he froze and seemed taken aback by your request. Don't get mad at him in the morning, you asked for it!

Blood, he was so addicted to how tasty you were. Slag bites yours skin and purposely makes you bleed. It wasn't healthy for his systems to drink organic material, but human blood tasted like a strong, drug-like alcohol. His glossa will be all over you, slowly licking your legs, arms, chest, neck, and even your back. All of these body parts also have giant monstrous teeth marks, making you smell delicious~

His spike will be using you like a sleeve, filling up your walls the second he figures out he doesn't need lube. So wet for him, your cum is layering around his spike. Slag has himself leaning against the wall, standing up. His claws hold you in a position where his digits are keeping you from closing your legs. The pleasure was clouding your mind, but dammit this will hurt like hell in the morning…if you could even survive.

Springer

You are the only one who could see his vulnerable side. The way he begs for more, his optics looked hypnotized. It's like a human placed him under a deep spell, and there is no fighting the effects.

He was normally a spike person, until Springer was left alone with you in his birth. He can't stop picturing your body, standing up, dripping cum down your leg. His brain module was going crazy, his censors are suffocating from the thick smell. That scent…was making his mouth plate drool. First thing the wrecker did was help clean up in-between your legs. While he eats, Springer rubbed his cheeks against your thighs, loving your soft skin so close to him.

Your hands were perfect for his valve, able to tease the shit out of his node with swift skill. You didn't speak to him, making nothing but pleasurable moans and random stutters. His optics could have spirals swirling around, you swear you could visibly see how dazed this man was for you. All Springer could see was your body, rubbing his folds with your soft frame.

One of the things you are good at teasing Springer with was not touching his spike. Giving his tip a few licks or kisses, only to go right back to playing with his valve was TORTURE! "Ah! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease! T-touch me! For Primus' sake!" Surprisingly, you were not the one who was loud. Springer's voice was lovely to hear, struggling to speak sentences whenever he was getting close to the edge.

Ultra Magnus is one of the first to be subjected to your behavior. It's not even on himself- he witnessed it first servo as he met you, only to in object horror immediately watch you call Optimus prime "Sweetspark". He has to say something, he cannot just allow the fact to pass by him. "Optimus- Sir. Do you not think it's... at least-" How does he put this delicately? "Mildly inappropriate to be courting your own subordinate?" Optimus's optics widen while you just laugh at his valid questioning. You recover before Optimus does, drawing Ultra Magnus's gaze back to you.

"Ah- We aren't together. This is just me, Sugar. I usually like being affectionate with my fellow bots." Ah. He... he did not know what to think of the development.

His optics cycle in thought, only to pause in his place when your words fully processed. "Sugar-?" His optic ridge creased a touch before he could stop it.

You just smiled at him, and Ultra Magnus has to clamp his plating down as it instinctively begins to fluff when your em field abruptly drags down his front. "Yes Sugar. Better get used to it Doll, cause I ain't stopping anytime soon." You winked an optic at him and Optimus finally chimes in to confirm your behavior and- habit. So rather thankfully Ultra Mangus doesn't have to flounder on what to say or do in response to what you'd just done to him. Because frankly he would not even know where to begin with this sort of- behavior. You're completely and utterly undeterred by him freezing up under your attention- You still call him "Sugar" (and Optimus "Sweetspark" again) on your way out the door.

Ultra Magnus knows the proper way he can file a complaint about your behavior. But he doubts anything serious would be done when even their actual Prime was utterly fine with your- borderline flirtatious behavior. So he tries to deal with it himself via requesting you to stop. When you ask why he states the truth. Ultra Magnus is just a solider. He doesn't need any type of attention like- this. And Ultra Mangus still regrets the attempt because now you only seemed to put extra attention on him when you talk with him! You even start calling him "love"- which makes his engine turn over and not properly start again till after his shock disappears. He’s left with his spark humming louder in his chassis and his optics burning something fierce, if he has to subjugate himself to you for more than a few klicks!

He's a soldier- he's just a soldier-! His repeated insistence of the fact only seems to encourage your behavior instead of subdue it! But Ultra Magnus knows he's not the only one you act like this towards. The other Autobots- the other officers- Primus! He almost chokes when he sees you do it on the battlefield! Towards Megatron of all bots! Any remaining hope on getting you to stop that remained after learning Optimus enjoyed your behavior vanished after that. Ultra Magnus admittedly has to take a moment to himself after the first time he'd watched you on the battlefield. To simply- come to terms that it is not an experience any bot who interacts with you will be excluded from. You were correct when you first met. This was very much... you.

He stops trying to insist on his status- (because he knows you'll become more assertive with your affections otherwise.) And instead focuses on not letting himself become too flustered under it. He's gotten better with it, but admittedly Ultra Magnus still falters under your ministrations. He's not well versed with it- frankly Ultra Magnus doesn't think he ever will be. He doesn't deserve the labor you go through to do what you do when you interact with him. However, rather problematically Ultra Magnus can't deny he's become rather- fond of the affections you would readily share with them- with himself. He begins to deduce this might be why Optimus allows you to act so- brazenly with your attentiveness.

Ultra Magnus knows he doesn't deserve it, but supposes he can savor it a touch when you so easily indulge all of them.

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She meets you with Hot Rod and Arcee's excited to finally meet more long time Autobots. You were set to introduce them to the Dinobot you were talking to. With you quickly put yourself between her and him when she tried to follow earth custom and shake his servo like you'd done to her. Only the quick almost lunge for her frame told her it was not appreciated. You're standing in front of her with your servo now sitting flat on his Autobot badge. Lightly but defiantly refusing to allow him to continue forward. "Slag- I know, but vent please. I can't be letting you break the newbies who don't know any better. Can you go back to Grimlock for me and tell him what I was telling you?" The Mech growls and glares past you at her before conceding and turning and stomping off without a word.

You turn back towards her with a huff "Careful now Baby doll. Slags got the shortest fuse on the team. And he's not exactly shy of letting anyone know that." She can't help feeling a bit disappointed at the slightly demeaning pet name- but she can't exactly argue against it right now since- one, you were her superior. And two more importantly, because you did just stop her from getting bent when she wasn't expecting it. So she nods and just elbows Hot Rod in the side when she hears him mutter "Baby doll" in obvious amusement.

Then a few klicks later she gets to watch you casually call Hot Rod "Darling" after clamping a servo on his pauldron. And Hot Rod's optics brighten so hot it starts tinting his cheeks blue. And Arcee immediately takes back the initial disappointment and any negative feeling she's had in the short time she's known you. Arcee is so very glad you just seem to be like this. Hot Rod only hissing telling her to shut up when she mutters "Darling" with a smile on her faceplate. And afterwards she realizes why Hot Rod might have gotten so flustered when your em field drags warm on her arm. It makes her plating bristle something embarrassing when you do that just so casually.

All said Arcee does enjoy your company. You were pleasant even with how playful you seemed to be with everyone. A nice comment that rolls off your glossia, coupled together with a smile that betrayed your amusement. Em field flush with how unashamed it was when warming one of their frames. Not that she's complaining. You were one of her favorite superiors with how easy you were to interact with. Plus it's not like she gets the affections from any other place. She hasn't seen Greenlight in a good long while. She's- missed it. Missed this. To have someone who's willing to share something this close with you.

That said Arcee does enjoy seeing you interact with other bots even more. Watching the other members panic when they don't know what to do when you get all friendly with them. Hot Rod's a particular favorite, because he huffs, his plating puffs, he complains, and even whines about it. But Arcee can see how bright his optics get almost every single time it happens. It's a fantastic way to tease him- she teases Springer about it too. He might not be as flustered as Hot Rod but he's not exactly immune to your mature charm either. Though to be fair none of them seem to be, with how shes seen Ultra Mangus struggle so often to just talk to you. They also tease her back or try to anyway. Arcee isn't exactly ashamed about how nice you make her feel.

And frankly Arcee doesn't think she'll be getting too embarrassed when your affection starts becoming her daily pick me up.

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He watches Arcee almost get slagged by apparently Slag.... Ironically. Only stopped when you didn't hesitate to put yourself in front of her. Moving before her or Hot Rod could react. The Dinobot growled and it sounded wrong when the noise definitely didn't come out of an engine. But he left in a huff at your words. And Hot Rod can't help the smile that curls on his faceplate when you lightly scold Arcee while calling her- "Baby doll" Arcee jabs him in the side with her elbow and the light pain does nothing to destroy the urge to laugh at the ridiculous name. Hot Rod ends up thanking you for helping Arcee stay a bot and not getting turned into scrap metal. He Ignores when Arcee muttered she could have taken him.

You chuckled and clamped a servo on his pauldron and squeezed him firm- not harsh, but definitely firm. You smile easy and look him right in the optics "No problem Darling, just try to keep each other out of trouble. I won't always be around to save you two." And hot warmth suddenly drags down the entire side of his frame, making him jolt in place. The affection suddenly gliding and seeping into the gaps in his plating makes his optics burn hotter they they have in a good while. And his faceplate even ends tingling when the heat of his optics definitely starts tinting it-! You just chuckle at him and turn back to Arcee to keep talking about the Dinobots-! Arcee’s own em field flexes at his side and Hot Rod can physically feel her laughing at him-! He just grits his denta and hisses for her to shut up when she murmurs "Darling" when you turn to lead them to some of the others.

Hot Rod hates it-! How can he not-!? You're treating them like unprogrammed newbuilds. He's complaining to anyone who'll listen. Hot Rod wants to try complaining to Optimus Prime himself after he finally meets him but- would that make him look weak? But then he sees you and he gapes watching you call Optimus Prime himself "Sweetspark". Sweetspark! And Optimus Prime isn't even phased by it! Then he knows he can't complain about it cause- if Optimus could handle this like no problem Hot Rod could too! So he straightens his spinal strut and puts his game face on when he's gotta interact with ya. Which still doesn't stop you from doing it!

Hot Rod knows you think it's funny to make them flustered which only makes him more upset! He's not even sure he can be upset thinking that you do it because they’re newer Autobot members- again Optimus Prime still gets called that slag by you! But It's a tiny bit easier to swallow knowing no one's exempt from the treatment. It's... also maybe slightly easier to accept once Hot Rod gets used to it. Once your em field suddenly appearing doesn't make him feel like he's gonna jump out of his armor it's- maybe kinda a bit nice? At least little bit anyway... you also aren't shy about offering any of them praise when they deserve it. Which Is definitely nice. And you do treat them like every other Autobot. Even if it's you teasing all of them and making his optics bright.

All that said it's definitely hilarious watching you interact with others. It's always funny when it's someone else. He's laughed out loud a few times watching you interact with Kup. Pit! Even Ultra Magnus usually ends up making the most obvious excuses he can to get away from you as fast as possible! It's still never fast enough Hot Rod can't see his optics brightening before he manages to retreat. Springer and Arcee are fun too, even if they aren't as obviously flustered as he gets. And you even fluster some of your fellow officers with the way you tease them too! Because again you just won't stop being yourself for nothing it seems like...

But Hot Rod can't really deny when the “sorta nice” starts being normal nice when he's gotta talk to ya.

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He's kinda in the know about how you're a big fragging flirt. Well kinda anyway. Springer heard Arcee turborat out Hod Rod over getting a little too big for his plating when they'd met you. Only you immediately shut him up when you'd "treated him sweet" as Arcee put it. Hot Rod was so bent outta shape about it Springer could only imagine how thickly you'd laid it on for him. And that's that, Springer hadn't really interacted with you much at all. And then you save his aft on the battlefield from Starscream. It was stupid- he knows he's been told how much of a menace Starscream is on the battlefield let alone in the air. Springer got cocky, paid the price, ends up crashing and his leg strut is definitely broken. And just when he thinks he's gonna die because he made one stupid decision- in you enter.

"Hey, doll!" Starscream whips his helm around, but he's not fast enough before you slam your frame into his side. You both go tumbling down the incline to his left and Springer just hears yelling, you laughing, and metal on metal, then blasters-! By the time Springer manages to reroute his pain receptors and haul his sorry aft up with his rotor blade, something explodes where you guys are brawling- and the noise cuts so he hurries the frag up drawing his blaster with his one free servo and- Starscream shoots out and into the air in his alt mode with something on his frame smoking. Springer fires and he misses and he curses once Starscreams out of range and you're-! "Hey Hero, how's the frame?" Springer cycles his optics as you haul your frame up over the incline dip you'd fallen off. You were- scratched- minimum damage but- you stand and something hot drags against Spinger’s frame and he twitches.

"Well, if you're feeling fine enough to gawk you're fine enough to report. What's the current battle situation, babe?" Your em field brushes warm on his chassis and- Springer is so fragging done with today that he just let's it pass over him and starts his sparkdamn reporting.

Springer sorta assumes it was just you fragging being smug about saving his sorry aft. Then he sees you again a few days later and- The fragging same sweet names. And your reckless em field still dragging by him makes him feel like he's in a sparkdamn bar. Not reporting to his superior officer. Springer mouths off on you a bit after it's starts. He's not some pushover, he doesn't care if you're his superior when you're still lording over you saving him like he’s some sparkdamn unprogrammed newbuild. You aren't impressed by it and only start playing back and forth with him- all while that sparkdamn smile of yours still hangs on your derma. Then Springer eventually sees you interact with Optimus- and he feels like a dumbaft. Just a complete and utter grade A jackaft. It ain't about anything like you thinking you're better than him. You're just fragging programmed like that. Arcee even told him this slag before-!

Springer doesn't let his plating shake in annoyance anymore when you keep acting sweet with him. It wasn't what he thought it was, so it would be stupid if he got anywhere near as slagged off about it. So instead Springer starts leaning into the fact it feels like he's in a bar and starts some back and forth with you again. But it's less aggravating and more… playful. Yeah, you're flirting with each other. It would be a sparkdamn lie to call it anything other then what it was. Was it inappropriate to be flirting with his superior officer? Probably, but frankly Springer didn't give a frag when his superior officer was the one who started it. Besides the only ones who gives him any derma about it are Kup, Prowl, and Ironhide. And you usually wave them off and get scolded instead right after.

It's simple- easy even to do. Going back and forth with you, even letting his own em field teasingly touch you back. It's something- different. Enjoyable different and it's something Springer can have some fun with on his day in and day out as an Autobot. So Springer likes being under your command for missions since he knows he won't be bored. (And he wouldn’t have to worry about everyone else nearly as much. Since you'd always keep an optic on everyone in a fight. And you were a botwho definitely wasn't any newbuild when it came to fighting on the battlefield.) And… okay slag, you got him. Springer starts looking forward to your back and fourths to the point it becomes apart of his normal. Before long enough it's jarring when you go off schedule… No. He is not fragging pouting Arcee, get that stupid smile off your fragging faceplate.

Springer wasn't stupid so he just knows he should enjoy the fun and simple while he can. Especially when you're all at war and can die anytime soon.

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It's not anything new or fresh when Kup meets back up with ya on earth. Optimus is going through introducing him to the bots that happened to be in the room when he came in since they’re fresh faces. At least all of 'em except for Hot Rod and you. Sure you'd known each other for a bit of time way back when, well enough to be Autobot soldiers in arms. So he has a servo full of memories of you and yourself. But Kup's still not even a sparkdamn bolt prepared when you bluntly nudge your pauldron against his own when Optimus introduces you. Because your em field hits him with as much grace as a frag grenade to the chassis. "Long time no see Darling. How's that old wound on your protoform holding up now a days?" You smile like an lazing cybercat and Kup straightens his plating out after his shock finishes up.

"Still a pain in the side." Kup casually raises his servo and jabs it right into your side where your plating is parted enough for him to hit the sensitive spot underneath it. You jolt and jerk backwards- servo abandoning where it was brushing against his own plating to fly over where he'd gotten ya. You hissed in a vent at the initial jab, but your smile just reappeared as soon as it left. Your optic ridge now worried, over what was definitely your own sensors buzzing after his touch. Kup’s servos find his own hips as your em field flashes by his frame again. Not nearly as engulfing as before just weathering the side of his frame like a nervous but affectionate feilinoid.

"Sparkdamn cupcake. Still as steel cut as always huh?" Cupcake-?

Hot Rod bursts out laughing like it's the funniest slag he's ever heard.

Kup’s helm snaps towards the racecar "Oh you think that slags funny, punk-?!" And marched over to straighten him out himself when Hot Rod only laughed harder in response.

Clearly age only made you more shameless. You weren't nearly as this put out with your allies back when Kup knew ya. How you were now was definitely on it's own level compared to what he remembered. You'd maybe get comfortable with some select few of 'em back then after you knew 'em long enough. Now? Now you were rubbing up on anyone who gave you the sparkdamn time of day. Fully flirting without a sparkdamn care in the fragging solar system. But Kup has also seen how you're even more of a menace on the battlefield than you were last time he'd seen ya too. And he's seen you do your job while making sure to keep the mechs under ya alive and more than just operational. So he knows you aren't exactly taking any of this as lightly as you look like.

Still the mouth on ya-! Not even just your mouth. The touch of your sparkdamn audacious em field would be hovering over him and gliding along his plating like he was some fancy show bot. Kup would usually flex his field back to show you just how unamused he was in response. But ya just kept coming back like nothing had happened. Sweet names rolling off your glossia like you're some scheming high status toady. And Kup wants to brush it off as just that but… he's knows better than that. Kup sees how you interact slightly different with the other Autobots depending on who you're talking too. Some names- some only get em field, some even physical affection and the other two on top. And he'd be a sodding fool not to recognize how your attention is always soaked up by whoever gets it. With some complaining but their plating still fluffs all the same.

So Kup pays some more attention to how you are with him too. He sees the crinkle in your optics when he let's your em field brazenly drag along his arm. He feels your em field running warmer when he lightly nudges his arm back; in response when you brush up on him with a ridiculously overzealous try at making him fluster. And he hears the way your tone gets just slightly lighter when he slowly accepts what you were offering. And Kup realizes he's been a bit of a fragging dumbaft for not noticing the signs sooner. You were being bold on purpose and you did mean it to a sense. Kup is a touch more forgiving to your nonsense after he realizes what a fool he'd been. Enjoying the softness- the warmth. It's not something he's gotten for a sparkdamn long while. It feels good when your fields dragging through the dips of his plating. Warms up some of the aches he's got worked into his joints.

But Kup's always gonna stop to enjoy whatever slag you're putting the other troops through. Those young punks need some fresh energon forcibly pumping through them. It's nice to see it happening from something other then battle. Seeing you stump Ultra Magnus into either flustered rambling of excuse after excuse to leave. Or watching Hot Rod get so up and bothered his optics are burning bright enough to stain his cheeks blue. The punk still trying to act tough and refusing to back down even when you've obviously got him out matched in the conversation. Seeing them panic over something simple like this instead of worrying about any sparkdamn cons. Worrying about slag young punks should be in the first fragging place. And Kup gets to watch it all and laugh about it.

Kup's usually glad whenever he meets up with an old ally and they aren't grayed out. He's real glad you came pushing your way back into his days and refused to leave after.

-He's going to beat you at least three times and it's going to be mildly humiliating.

-So, you landed on your aft for the third time with Springer offering to help you up and giving you pointers–in real fights there aren't going to be do-overs but he can help.

- “One more?” You ask, getting on your pedes.

- Springer shrugs, what's one more gonna hurt?

- You're so tired and yet rather determined. Springer likes that about you.

-You're in a deadlock. It's going to be pointless to try and beat him, you know that but you certainly try. You're not one to give up and neither is he.

-You slip and now you're falling and all of your frame weight is now falling on him.

-You're both on the ground, and he's under you.

- “Looks like you won this one.” He's laughing, but not at you. “Let's go take a break, you look beat.” He rests a servo on your pauldron

-You pull back, only for a second before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You gulped nervously as Springer parked, recognizing your two friends instantly where they were standing waiting for you on the sidewalk. You really hoped Springer's window tints were dark enough that they didn't spot you yet. Catching them off guard with the addition of Springer would be easier, less time for questions that way. Less time for you to put your own foot in your mouth.

"Something wrong," Springer asked, his holoform looking over at you with genuine concern. Kicking yourself mentally, you threw on a smile. There was no need to worry him; you had agreed to this.

"Nope, just wondering how I'm going to explain the plus one to them," you sighed. "They are nosy... and going to jump to conclusions." Running his fingers through his hair, Springer hummed in thought.

"I could hang back," he offered. You could tell he meant it; he would stay behind if it made you more comfortable, even if he didn’t truly want to. Ever the gentleman.

"No, no," you shook your head quickly, "I want you to come." And even though you were dreading the questions, you meant it. You did want him to come; the idea of watching a movie with him was enticing. Movie theaters are an Earthly tradition, and the thought of sharing your customs with Springer made your stomach flutter. What would he think? Would he like it?

“Okay then,” Springer leaned back in his seat, clearly waiting for your move. “Lead the way.” Biting your lip to suppress an oncoming smile, you grab your purse before climbing out of the car (Springer). Looking back across his roof, you find Springer’s holoform following suit. He folded himself out of the car with such grace that he looked almost otherworldly, and you wondered briefly if this actually was a bad idea. But before you could overthink too much, Springer was striding around to your side, wrinkling his nose as he flashed a reassuring smile. The action read very human-like as he motioned for you to lead the way once again with his hand.

“Right,” you said with a nod, walking in front of him. As soon as you turned, though, you saw your two friends' eyes widen as they mouthed, ‘what?’  You rolled your eyes at them, trying to seem casual about your next words, “he’s my friend, guys. What is it illegal to bring a plus one now?”

“No,” they spoke in unison, their eyes flicking between you and Springer, looking him up and down. You could tell they were picking apart your every actions to surmise the exact relationship between you and Springer. Nosy.

“Name’s Springer,” he called from behind you. His hand shot forward, bypassing you to shake your friend's hands. Your friends shook Springer’s hand while staring at you, and you felt the need to add something.

“I met him while on one of my nature walks. He likes to hike, so we just started… hiking together,” you finished lamely. It was a half truth, you did meet while on one of your nature walks… they just didn’t need to know he was a giant robot. The explanation seemed to only fuel your friends.

“Going on nature walks together,” one hummed with an eye squint.

“How long has this been going on,” the other questioned.

“Not long,” Springer piped up, shuffling his feet awkwardly. “Honestly, your friend here wanted to bring us together sooner, but I’m just not socially adept. You could say I’m not good at being human.” The joke landed, and everyone laughed. You sighed in relief as the tension subsided a little. Springer’s shy comedy act seemed to work, your friends accepted him into the fold. They finally turned, leading the way into the theater.

If only they knew the truth of it.

~~~~~

After the initial meeting, things seemed to go smoothly. You were able to discreetly slip Springer some cash to go grab an additional ticket for himself. Silently thanking whatever powers at work that were looking out for you for this stroke of luck, you went with your friends to purchase snacks. If your friends had caught you buying his ticket, it would have been game over. 

As you got your drinks and popcorn, Springer reappeared next to you. As he did, you felt a warmth wash over you, first seemingly dancing along your skin before enveloping you, soaking into your skin. “What was that,” you whispered at him.

“My electromagnetic field,” Springer hushed back under his breath. “Cybertronians use it to communicate nonverbally. It’s also a great tool to find a specific person in a large areas and crowds.”

“Oh,” you breathed, imagining an invisible field of his around you. It made you feel safe and cared for. You briefly wondered if Cybertronians could see these fields visually, or if humans had their own. But then again, you couldn’t do anything like that, so maybe not. Your thoughts were cut off by your friends aproaching you and Springer.

“You getting anything, Springer? The movie's gonna start soon,” one of your friends poked at him playfully.

“Naw,” Springer shook his head, “I ate before I came. Let’s go see this movie.” Your small group filed off to find your theater number and seats, Springer carefully hovering back to watch you do it first, then following suit. He was very good at acting human, which brought you great relief. Something about him fitting so perfectly into your life with your friends brought you endless joy. It felt like his stumbling across you that night was fate.

Eventually, you found yourself resting your head on Springer's shoulder during the movie with a yawn. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye questioningly. ‘So tired,’ you mouthed.

‘Oh,’ he murmured back, ‘I’ll drive.’ Wrinkling your nose at his joke, you pushed him playfully as you picked your head up off his shoulder. Looking to your other side, you found your friends staring, their eyebrows shooting up in emphasis. You waved your hand at them before looking back at the movie. Why were they so meddlesome? You and Springer were just friends nothing else, despite what they thought. And you two never could be anything else even if you wanted to, because he was an alien robot, but they didn’t need to know that.

Finally, at the movies end, you all stood. You hugged your friends, before getting ready to leave. “Oh by the way,” one of your friends said, “we were gonna get dinner together tomorrow night, you down.”

“Can’t, I’m going on a nature trip,” you frowned, the lie tumbling easily from your mouth. You had promised Springer a trip to the Autobots so he could be a bot for a few days, and you intended to keep that promise, he had been on his best behavior tonight. As you stand up with your trash and purse, you find your friends gaping at you.

“A nature trip? Is Springer going,” they glanced at him then you imploringly. With an exaggerated yawn, Springer broke the silence where your response should have been.

“Getting tired, if I’m gonna drive you home safely we gotta get going.” Springer shot them a polite smile, “it was a pleasure to meet you guys. See you around,” before starting to walk towards the exit.

“Well, guess I gotta go, see you guys next week,” you offered lamely before jogging after Springer. “Thanks for the save,” you whispered.

Previous Part

“No problem, Pipsqueak.”

He usually doesn't get told anything about Earth, other than assignments he's pretty much in the dark about everything going on on the outside. Of course, he's always wanted to do some research about the planet, but he never seems to have enough time and even if he did he doesn't know where to start. So when you told him about Halloween and all the plans you had for you two, he got so excited that all he could do was silently pull you onto the berth with a giant smile on his face and listen. With his hand still wrapped firmly around your waist, shaking slightly from anticipation, you explained every little thing about Halloween with the occasional question from Springer. It was very heartwarming and he is soo going to trick or treat. He doesn't care if it's for children, he'll make a whole ass event if he has to. Luckily for him, another bot already planned one.

He wants to set up a special date for you two so bad, one with a lot of both his and your seasonal bucket list activities in it and in his spare time he's just been sitting in a chair with his head in his hands trying to go over every little thing you told him about Halloween to try to figure out how he can manage to smash a lot of them, if not all of them, into one day with the hellish schedule he has. He feels bad for not being able to go out as often as you both would like.. but once or twice a week isn't so bad, even if it is just a four or five hour date. You make it very clear you don't mind and often hang out with him while he works, but he minds, he wants this to be about you, you and him, all about your relationship and bonding.

Luckily, Kup happened to pass by and noticed him absolutely spiraling and helped him put most of the bucket list into 2 seperate dates. Kup even helped him figure out what to do to be able to have more time with you. Things are finally looking up for the poor precious baby boy.

Mid October, he takes you on a beautiful romantic date, one that he finally feels is up to his standards, one where he feels like he did his absolute best and knows it's perfect, one he's finally proud of. Beautiful red, yellow, and orange leaves raked up into piles line the center as accents, you walk over to a candle lit dinner with make shift tables which honestly look professionally made, under a beautiful red maple tree during sunset. "I just threw the tables together.." Springer admits sheepishly, turns out he's quite the handy man. He can just about do it all. He even made the food himself, including the tasty energon food. Normally he doesn't like cooking for himself, but he quite enjoyed making seasonal cybertronian meals, it hasn't been done yet as far as he knows, so that definantly motivated him. He wrote his recipes down in a data pad and shared it with everyone.. Apparently Springer is a great cook cybertronian wise as well, according to people who tasted his dishes.

The second date was a few days before Halloween, a decorated room all to yourselves with giant hanging spiders and cotton webs all over the ceiling, spooky blankets with mansions and witches riding brooms in the night sky are hung on the metal walls to add ambiance, a giant pile of movies sits in the floor next to a giant smiling light green bot who's pure joy of being able to have this time with you being you pure bliss.

You both ended up falling asleep half way through one of the last movies and you both slept very soundly through the night. When Springer awoke he rose with a bit of a clatter as he tripped over DVD casings in panic to get to Optimus for his assignments, but once he kissed you good morning and actually managed to get to Optimus for a report, it turns out Optimus just so happened to mosey in there last night, looking to see how the date went (Which he definantly didn't hear from kup) and seen you both asleep so he cleared Springer's schedule.

You both snuggled and napped in Springer's habsuite for your third and final date and you both decided to save the rest of the bucket list for next year. Springer made a massive lunch and pre-made dessert for dinner while making lunch.. 10/10 date.

• Setting up for your assigned bot, you keep thinking about the pamphlet another caretaker has shoved into your hands in the supply room. Had thought it was a joke when you’d read it, but the more you’d thought about it, the more worried you’d gotten. Do the aliens really think this is more than just a wash and wax? Well, if washing them is something intimate in their culture, you suppose you can see the issue. But at the same time, if everyone knows there’s an issue, why are you still washing one of them? Had signed on out of fascination. Wanting to get to know the giant aliens temporarily calling your world home. To learn from and understand their culture. Them. Hearing peds, your heart races as you turn and force a smile.

• Spark constricting when he spots his little potential conjunx and you smile up at him, he grimaces. Had intended to gently let you down. Explain that he wasn’t looking for or ready for a conjunx, but you look so pleased to see him, so hopeful. Has anyone ever looked that glad to see him before? “You must be Springer,” you say, struggling to lift a barrel of energon off your cart and he strides forward to help. “It’s nice to meet you, sir. I’m so happy to get to take care of you.” Can’t make himself correct you when you’re looking up at him like that. What would make you choose an alien mate rather than one of your own?

• What’s this one change into? Most of them you can kind of guess, but you can’t with him. The name doesn’t really lend itself to any particular thing either. Know some of them had named themselves extremely literally in your language, but unless he becomes a trampoline, you’re at a loss. “Are you sure about this?” He asks, frowning so seriously it’s kind of adorable. “About me?” Is this the courting thing, then? It’s an opening to correct him and explain that you’re doing a job, nothing more, but something in his expression makes you hesitate. And you’re curious. About him and his people.

• “I’m sure,” you finally say, the words hushed. Toying with the barrel of energon, he watches you prepare soap for him. And he has no idea what to say, what to do. Feels awkward and it’s a feeling he’s not used to. Always knows the next move, the next step because he always does the right thing. Follows the rules. But he has no idea what the rules are here. Never done this before. Never even really thought about it. Or an after to the war. A life beyond his purpose. Maybe this could be his new purpose, though. “Are you ready, sir?” No. He’s not, but he takes a step forward anyway.