Transformers Scenarios

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“Can you do prompt [4] from drabble prompt 3 for Knockout and a fem human s/o please?”

Requested by @bootyshakerkegrimm

Knockout was furious. He had been buffing, smoothing, repainting and waxing his finish all day, only to find that he had missed one part in the very middle of his back. He groaned and felt like throwing his favorite buffer across the room. This is infuriating! Why must mechs be unable to reach the middle of their backs? Why? He groaned again, and this time he actually threw his buffer across the room.

From the other room, you heard a loud crash and a scream from your friend and main protecter on the warship, Knockout. You sped walked to the medbay and peered in, confused and concerned. You saw the medic having a temper tantrum, kicking over his chair. You walked closer to him, being sure to make him notice you so that you didn’t end up like the chair. “Knockout!” You called up to him. He paused and bent down and scooped you up, holding you so you could be face to faceplate. “What’s wrong bud?”

He sighed, obviously disgruntled and annoyed. “I can’t reach a part of my finish.”

You snorted a bit, but tried to cover it up with a cough. Of course. The only thing to make Knockout that mad was his finish. “Come here, let me fix it.”

He looked at you as if you were an angel sent by god, a small blush on his cheeks. “Thank you Y/N! Now be careful. It’s not every day I let someone else do MY finish.”

You scoffed again, this time openly. “Yeah, Yeah,” you muttered before turning and grabbing your human sized buffer. “Lay down. I’ll get it fixed in no time.”

You were often helping buff and wax the other decepticons that visited, so you knew what you were doing. Knockout, however, still didn’t seem to trust you. When you turned the machine on, he jumped up and said “You know what? Never mind. I’m sure I can fix it myself. Here, I’ll just take this from you and—“

“No. You’re just gonna whine and complain and throw things again. Lay down.”

“But—“

“Lay. Down.”

He laid down, slightly scared by a being not even a quarter his height. You turned the machine on, again, and stepped onto his back. You buffed the scratch, painted it, waxed it, and polished it. Now, it looked perfect.

Knockout got off the table and looked in the nearby mirror. He smiled at his scratchless back and turned back to you. “Thanks Y/N.”

“No prob, Bob.” You said, cleaning up your supplies.

“Bob?”

We were so sorry for not posting anything lastly, so we wanted to make up for it with a drabble game! Request away for all the groups that we write about. You can request as much as you want, but we won’t do everything!

100 ways to say “I love you”

“Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

“It reminded me of you.”

“No, no, it’s my treat.”

“Come here. Let me fix it.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Have a good day at work.”

“I dreamt about you last night.”

“Take my seat.”

“I saved a piece for you.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You can have half.”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

“Sorry I’m late.”

“Can I have this dance?”

“I made your favorite.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Watch your step.”

“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“You can borrow mine.”

“You might like this.”

“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”

“I’ll wait.”

“Just because.”

“Look both ways.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Try some.”

“Drive safely.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“One more chapter.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“It looks good on you.”

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“That’s okay, I bought two.”

“After you.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I like your laugh.”

“Don’t cry.”

“I made this for you.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Is this okay?”

“I picked these for you.”

“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“What do you want to watch?”

“You can go first.”

“Did you get my letter?”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“Call me when you get home.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“Are you sure?”

“Have fun.”

“Sit down, I’ll get it.”

“I made reservations.”

“I don’t mind.”

“It brings out your eyes.”

“There is enough room for both of us.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Wow.”

“Happy birthday.”

“I’ll pick you up after work.”

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“It’s two sugars, right?”

“I’ll help you study.”

“Stay over.”

“I did the dishes.”

“You didn’t have to ask.”

“I bought you a ticket.”

“You’re warm.”

“No reason.”

“I’ll meet you halfway.”

“Take mine.”

“We can share.”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“I want you to have this.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Do you want to come too?”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

“Is your seatbelt on?”

“Sweet dreams.”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

“They key is under the mat.”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re important too.”

“I saved you a seat.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“I noticed.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I hope you like it.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I believe in you.”

“You can do it.”

“Good luck.”

“I bought you an umbrella.”

“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Be careful. And…

I saw a post about 100 ways to say ‘I love you’, so I thought I’d make the anti-version if it doesn’t exist already. Roleplayers, send these to each other for angst reasons! Tw for emotional abuse, language, and some major rejection themes, though some  them are joking and could be used for friendly rivals or pals who play-insult one another. Change or add pronouns as necessary.

“You’re a disappointment to me.”

“I don’t care if you live or die.”

“I used to care about you. Now? I regret every second I wasted.”

“How do you think I feel? I’m pissed off!”

“Go. Just go.”

“If you come back, I won’t be here.”

“I’ve never despised someone as much as I despise you.”

“Ha! You think I care about you? What do you think I am, desperate?”

“I regret ever saying ‘hello’.”

“Leave and don’t come back, ever.”

“Remember when we first met? I wish I didn’t.”

“You’re the worst mistake I’ve ever made.”

“Don’t touch me. Don’t even look at me.” “You took months/years of my life away. I’ll never get those back.”

“I saw a trash bag on the side of the road today. Reminded me of you.”

“I could have been doing so much better than wasting my time with you.”

“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?”

“I don’t care.”

“Go ahead, leave. Don’t worry about coming back.”

“You’re such a piece of shit.”

“I didn’t think you could be any more of a shithead, but you just proved me wrong.”

“You’re so stupid.”

“Why do I waste my time with you?”

“You’re not the person I thought you were.”

“Hey! Just a daily reminder: you’re a piece of shit!”

“I deserve so much better.”

“We’re not friends. We were never friends!”

“I pretended to like you because I felt bad for you! How did you fall for that?”

“I never want to see you again.”

“You’ve done nothing but make my life a living hell.”

“Don’t apologize - you don’t deserve my forgiveness!”

“No, I’m never giving you another chance!”

“I wish you were never born.”

“You’re the last person I wanted to see right now.”

“I’d rather be working with anyone else in the whole world right now.”

“When you get back, your shit’s gonna be on the front lawn. Take it and get out.”

“Go ahead, choose them! You deserve each other.”

“I don’t know what they see in you.”

“You’re an embarrassment to me.”

“You’re an embarrassment to all of us.”

“I wish it was you. I wish it was you to die instead of them.”

“God, why did I have to end up working with the biggest asshole in the world?”

“How could you think I ever loved you? You seriously think I’d sink that low?”

“Sorry, I just puked in my mouth a bit. I accidentally looked at your face.”

“How can you even live with yourself?”

“If I was your mirror, I’d break myself just so you would throw me in the trash and I wouldn’t have to look at you.”

“Being with you was the worst time of my life.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Not a day goes by that I don’t wake up wishing I was dead because of you.”

“I’m going to ruin your fucking life.”

“You said you would change, but you never did! You never will!”

“Some people are just born to fail. Sorry you’re one of the unlucky ones.”

“You’re so worthless, you hardly even exist to me.”

“I wish I could go back to the day I met you, and just walk away.”

“If you give me that look one more time, I’m skipping jump-rope with your large intestines.”

“Honestly, I’m embarrassed to even know you.”

“Ugh, it smells like something died in here. Oh. It’s just you.”

“You need to stop. You hurt everyone around you!”

“Until you get your shit together, I don’t want to hear you complain.”

“Look at you. You’re disgusting.”

“Stop making me look bad.”

“You have a face that makes me wish punching people wasn’t frowned upon in our society.”

“Shut your mouth. I don’t want to hear your obnoxious voice.”

“Go play in traffic.”

“Fuck off.”

“If I saw you in the ocean clinging to a log for safety, I’d save the log and let you drown. At least wood can become something useful, like toilet paper.”

“How could I ever love something as terrible and hideous as you?”

“I can’t even look at you right now.”

“It was all a lie.”

“I never loved you, and I never will.”

“Don’t try to beg. It won’t work.”

“You’re not worth the mud on the bottom of my shoes.”

“Look at you. You’re pathetic. I’ve never seen a sadder sight.”

“I’m going to hurt you slowly, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

“For what you did to them, I’ll do the same to you.”

“An apology? You want to offer an apology? No. I don’t accept it.”

“You’re everything I hate in a person.”

“I wish you were dead.”

“You’re nothing to me. Less than nothing!”

“What a sad sack of shit you are.”

“My life is in fucking shambles thanks to you!”

“How could you? You bastard!”

“I’d rather eat sewage than ever touch you again.”

“Hey asshole, I’m here to ruin your day, just like I did yesterday and the day before that.”

“You’d be more useful if you weren’t even alive.”

“Hey, it’s my least favorite waste of space.”

“Every day that I woke up next to you, I was tempted to smother you with a pillow while you slept.”

“Love you? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Just thinking about you makes me sick to my stomach.”

“You deserve a slow and painful death for what you’ve done.”

“I can’t stand people like you.”

“Stop doing that thing. You know, that thing I hate. Breathing.”

“If I could trade you for a nest of angry wasps, you would be long gone.”

“I can’t wait to dance on your grave.”

“If we were the last two people on earth, I’d be subtracting one.”

“I never want to see the likes of your filth around here again.”

“I’m disgusted by you.”

“Fuck you!”

“If I ever see you again, it will be far too soon.”

“I have three words for you: Burn. In. Hell.”

You were stuck; there was no other way to put it. You were deep in the mountains and your commlink wasn’t working. You growled, kicking a nearby rock and watching it roll away. You sneered at it, visibly upset with the situation.

You told Megatron that there would be no signal, that once you were groundbridged there that there would be no way out. But does anyone listen to you? No, no they don’t. You growled again before clenching your servos into a fist. Dear Primus, why does this have to happen to you of all mechs?

You heard twigs snapping in the distance, and quieted down to listen to it. From afar, you could hear someone talking.

“Ratchet, I don’t see any signals nearby. Autobot or Decepticon.” She paused, and you chuckled quietly to yourself. She didn’t have any signal either. “Ratchet? Ratchet can you read me?” The Autobot groaned, and you smirked. In the middle of nowhere with no signal? It sounded perfect, almost too perfect.

And then you groaned. You didn’t have any signal either, so you both had the same setback. “Fragging Decepticons, fragging Megatron.” You grumbled to yourself. Suddenly you were tackled to the ground, and you groaned in pain as the femme stood on your back. You lifted your helm off of the ground and smiled. “Arcee! What a pleasant surprise.”

You heard her growl before lifting her pede and pushing your face back into the dirt. “It’s not so pleasant on my side, Con.”

You moved your arms and pushed yourself up slightly, enough to speak. “Now that was rude, Arcee. How are you ever going to get a mech like that?”

“I don’t need a mech,” she stated simply. You smiled as a teasing look sparkled in your optics.

“Oh, so you’re into other femmes?”

She quickly stepped off of you and back in disgust. “What?—No! I’m not into femme's—”

“It’s okay Arcee, I promise. I’ll keep your dirty little secret between you and me.”

She growled at you and flipped you over so that you were on your back and held you down. “I’m. Not. Gay.”

You glanced down at where her hips rested over your interfacing panels. “I sure hope not, because I like this position.”

Arcee looked honestly disgusted as she jumped off of you aimed her blasters at you. You quickly held up your servos in defeat with wide optics. “H-Hey! I-I can help you get out of here!”

Acree paused and raised a brow at you over her gun. “Oh really?”

“Y-yeah. I know the way out. On your own, it would take weeks. With me, it would only take a few days.”

Arcee scoffed at your obvious bluff. “I don’t have a few days, (Y/N). I have a few hours. At most.”

As she turned to leave, you panicked. “Wait! Please don’t leave me behind! I—I don’t know where I am.”

She didn’t even turn around. “Figure it out.”

You froze as she began to walk away again. “You don’t have GPS,” you argued. “And neither do I. Together we must be able to get back, and then you can get back to your precious Jack.” That got to Acree because she froze for a moment before turning back to you.

She pointed a digit at you warningly. “If you slow me down, or do anything—and I mean anything—the last thing you will see is my blaster pointed at your helm.”

You smiled at her devilishly. “Of course. I do want to make it out of here alive, you know.”

She simply huffed and turned to walk away, you scrambling to your pedes and chasing after her. “This better be worth it.”

She paused to look at you over her shoulder. “I promise, it will be.”

You had been walking for three days straight. No sleep, no energon.

“Arcee! I’m hungry!” You whined as she paused to look around.

“Then go find some energon.”

“But then you’ll leave me! I don’t want to be alone! Can we at least take a break? I haven’t recharged in forever.”

Arcee groaned and came to a complete stop, sitting down and staring up at you. After a moment she spoke. “Well? Are you going to sit down or just waste my time?”

You quickly sat down and laid back, relaxing into the dirt as it sank into all of your joints. “Oh, Primus this is what I’ve been wishing for my whole life.”

“What? being able to sit down after three days of walking?” Arcee asked sarcastically as you closed your optics and sighed in bliss.

“No, relaxing.” You stretched out and heard your spine crack against the ground. “By the Allspark that feels good.”

It was blissfully quiet for a few moments, and you allowed yourself to completely relax. “Turn over,” you shot your optics open and turned to Acree, confused. “Go on your stomach.”

You were hesitant at first, but complied and rolled onto your stomach. You heard her step closer and tensed, expecting her to attack you. Instead, she knelt down next to you and placed her servos on your back. “Hey, what are you—”

You were cut off by her pushing down and cracking your back. You groaned and melted into the dirt. “Holy—do that again.” You mumbled into the dirt. You heard her scoff before moving her servos down. Her gentle touch made you shiver and your audio receptors twitch. She suddenly pressed down and another crack sound echoed through the forest. “Oh my Primus, this is better than interfacing.”

You heard her muffle a laugh and smiled to yourself. Arcee wasn’t that bad. Too bad she was an Autobot. You froze and felt Arcee’s servos do the same. Arcee was an Autobot. You were supposed to have killed her by now. But for some reason, you didn’t want to kill her. Not anymore.

“Are—Are you okay?” You heard Arcee question while her hesitant servo touched your shoulder plating.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just remembering that Megatron is going to kill me for letting you live.”

“Letting me live?” She echoed with a light snarl.

You pushed yourself up, moving to sit as you looked down at her slightly. “If I wanted you dead you would be by now. That, or I would have died trying.”

Arcee froze and looked up slowly. You then noticed how close your faces were, and started to lean in slightly. You noticed her lean in as well and your faceplates got closer…

“Arcee? Arcee can you hear me?”

She pulled back swiftly, causing you to sigh in disappointment. “Ratchet? I can hear you loud and clear.”

As the Autobot medic begin to open up a groundbridge, you stood up and began to walk away.

“Hey (Y/N)! Where are you going?” You heard Arcee call after you. You shrugged as you felt something heavy weigh on your spark.

“Nothing. I just thought your Autobot friends wouldn’t take too kindly to seeing a Decepticon next to their teammate.” You continued walking but paused when she called out to you.

“Wait! You could become an Autobot, they’d gladly let you join their ranks.” Her plea sounded almost desperate, and it broke your spark. How could you become so attached to someone in less than a week?

You looked over your shoulder and made a weak half-smile. “I don’t think they would Arcee, but thank you.”

“For what?”

You looked down and shrugged. “I don’t know. For being there, for helping me, for letting me relax, for opening up your spark, if only a little,” you shrugged again. “I guess a ‘thank you for everything’ would work, but I’m not very thankful for all of those injuries you gave me on the battlefield.”

“But what if I convince them that you’ve changed, that you can be trusted—”

“Sweetspark, I never changed,” you cut in with a small smirk. “I was always like this.” You turned to walk forwards again as you heard the groundbridge open behind you. “Maybe once the war is over I’ll take you out on a nice dinner, how’s that sound?”

At this point, you both knew it was just wishful thinking. Even if the war did end peacefully, you were a Decepticon. You would be charged with war crimes, and if you weren’t executed, you were going to be in jail for a long, long time.

“Yeah, that sounds nice, (Y/N).” Her tone was soft, and it was almost blown away by the gentle breeze.

“Great. Does six work for you?”

All hail the Scream~

Cheap Victory

Two years ago, in 2016, I made this comic as part of the @megopzine hosted by the absolutely amazing @taiyari ! A second zine might be in the works, I suggest checking out the zine blog if you’re interested!!

I don’t write MegOP a lot, so this was a nice challenge. I ended up choosing TFP because something I really, really like about Megatron in that series is that he seems to begrudgingly admire Optimus Prime, so I wanted to make the comic about that.