featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader
summary - they get jealous when they find out you like a certain anime character a little too much
warnings - none
OPTIMUS PRIME - Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Despite being here the longest, Optimus was the least acquainted with Earth habits like listening to music and watching TV. So he had absolutely no idea who that blonde man was on the screen of your phone, when he walked up behind you as you sat on the raised platform in the base.
But your eyes were glued to the screen, something like admiration mixed with longing sparkling in them. He could also hear the way your heartbeat picked up, and his optics narrowed.
"is there something I am missing?" He looked at Jack, who was shaking his head at you.
"No, she's just got this weird obsession with this anime character," Jack explained.
"It's not weird!" You protested, then smacked his arm, "Jack!"
He gave you a look, which you pointedly ignored as you turned to smile up at your mechanical boyfriend, "it's nothing. He's just got a cool weapon."
"I have an axe and a sword," Optimus pointed out, looking adorably confused.
"Which are both very, very cool," you quickly reassured him, "But he uses it in conjunction with this even cooler cursed technique-"
"My sword and axe glow," Optimus offered, still confused but now looking like a kicked puppy. "And I can show you "cool" techniques when I use them, if that is what you would like."
That's when you realised.
"Oh, but he's not cooler than the leader of the Autobots," you slowly grinned.
Optimus was immune to flattery from almost anyone - except you. His chassis would puff out just slightly whenever you complimented him, and that was no different now.
You grinned and climbed onto his shoulder, "He doesn't compare to the great and mighty Optimus Prime, feared by Decepticons everywhere." You then leaned in and affectionately kissed his warm faceplates.
A smiled formed on his dermas.
BUMBLEBEE - Portgas D. Ace (One Piece)
Bumblebee knows what anime is...vaguely. He's seen Raf watching it a few times and all he understood was that it was Japanese animation. He was not prepared to wake up from recharge and see you and Raf huddled on the couch watching something. Much less for what he heard next.
"Ace is so cool!"
A few bleeps of protest from behind you alerted you to the scout's presence. You turned around to see him looking at you like a wounded puppy.
"Oh, Bee, I didn't mean that he's cooler than you!" You reassured the yellow Autobot. "I just really like his Devil Fruit and how powerful he is in the anime."
Wrong things to say, because that just made it worse. He bleeped a few more times, and you'd become so adept at understanding him that you knew he was listing all the reasons why he was cooler.
You tried to stop him, "Bee, I'm not saying-"
He cut you off, still rambling - now about his weapons and his fighting technique.
"Bumblebee-"
No luck. He was downright scandalised by your fictional crush.
"Bumblebee!" You raised your voice slightly, laughing. When he stopped and looked at you, you continued, "I may like Ace, but I love you. And I have never thought, and will never think, that he is cooler than you because he's not, okay? I mean look at you, you're this giant, sentient robot from another planet with the most awesome blasters ever. What could possibly top that?"
He puffed his chassis out with pride and bleeped again, this time more confidently and proudly. You shook your head, an amused smile on your face as you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his faceplates.
"Damn right you are, babe."
SMOKESCREEN - Vinsmoke Sanji (One Piece)
The first thing that Smokescreen had done when he'd met you was acquaint himself with every interest, hobby, like and dislike of yours. It did not occur to him that you would have a secret crush, much less on a fictional character, until he walked in on you and Miko watching something on your phone and speaking in hushed whispers.
"And what could possibly be going on here?" He popped up behind you. "You two plotting someone's murder or something? Ooh, if it's Knock Out's, can I help?"
You jumped, fumbling with your phone, "Smokescreen!"
"Sorry, not sorry," he chuckled. "That was cute. What are you two being so secretive about, then?"
You and Miko exchanged looks, "Nothing!"
"Oh come on, that is so rehearsed!" He reached out and gently plucked the device from your hand with two of his large digits. His optics narrowed at the person on your screen.
"Who's this?"
"Only (Name)'s one true love!" Miko grinned mischievously, adding kissy noises to cause more trouble.
"Miko!" You aimed to swat her arm, but she laughed and jumped out of reach.
"This guy?" Smokescreen scoffed. "Please. He doesn't even have proper eyebrows!"
You burst into laughter, shaking your head, "You're right, babe. They're so weird." He shot you a look, which made you laugh harder. "Come on, you know I love you the most. You're my one true love; don't listen to Miko."
"I can flirt with you just fine!" He protested.
Your eyes widened, "Did you just look him up?"
"I also watched every available video of him on the internet."
"Right now?"
"I'm better than him in every way."
"I never said!"
"I'll prove it to you! Is he as fast as I am? As strong as I am? Does he have cool weapons?"
You sighed. This was going to be a long day.
KNOCK OUT - Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Knock Out's vanity knew no end. He believed himself to be superior in every way, both in appearance and skill. Surgical skill, to be precise, but you couldn't tell him that made his competition very slim and that doesn't really make him the best because the first time you did that he left you in the Nevada desert.
So you have to be very careful about when you watch Jujutsu Kaisen, and this means only doing so when he's out procuring a relic for Megatron.
Unfortunately, sometimes you don't know when he would return and today was one of those times. You were so engrossed in the anime that you didn't hear his heavy pede-steps, too busy marvelling at the part you were watching - Gojo removing his blindfold to showcase his stunning eyes.
"Who is that and why are his human eyes blinding me?" You heard from behind you, jumping in fright and dropping your phone. Knock Out's deep chuckle filled your ears before he plucked the device out of your hands.
His sharp digit once again cracking your screen.
"Knock Out!" You glowered at him.
"I would say sorry, but I'd be lying," came his usual response.
"What is it now?" You sighed.
"You still think my optics are the...prettiest, as you say?" He asked, shoving his massive face in front of yours.
"Yes, why?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Then you don't need to be looking at these...things."
"They're called eyes," you refrained from laughing, biting your lip to hold it back.
"I know what they're called!" He growled.
Then he set your phone down and crouched down to look at you, his larger face right up in yours. His blood-red optics staring unsettlingly into your own eyes.
"Uh...what are you doing?" Your cheeks burned.
"Trying to replace that image of his boring, insignificant eyes with my optics," he admitted. Then smirked, "Is it working?"
You sighed, "Yes."
WHEELJACK - Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)
As it turns out, you really liked swords. A fact that Wheeljack had always known, but hadn't really witnessed until today. His were the only ones you were ever exposed to, so it was jarring to walk into the base and see you fawning over someone else's blades.
"Look at how cool they are!" You were very enthusiastically shoving your phone in Miko's face, a sceptical look on the younger girl's face.
"I doubt it's very cool if Miko has that look on her face," your boyfriend smirked, earning a glare from you. "Woah, what's that look for?"
You turned and showed him your screen, his optics narrowing when they landed on the green-haired swordsman standing there holding three swords.
Wheeljack scoffed, "Why does he need three swords? Is two not enough?"
You practically glowered at him, "He uses the Three Sword Style, which is actually really-"
"Cool?" Wheeljack finished, "Yeah, got that. But I'm just saying, he looks kind of stupid with a sword in his mouth."
Your eye twitched. Miko laughed.
You inhaled deeply, "You know what? I think you're jealous. You feel threatened by a fictional character. Come on, babe, that's ridiculous, wouldn't you say?"
That earned you a giant Cybertronian sword through your handheld device. Your eyes widened, and then you scowled at your smug boyfriend.
"What was that for?!"
"You spend a ridiculous amount of time on this thing," he just grinned, tossing it aside. "Why watch him when you have the real deal right here?"
"You-!" You huffed, then crossed your arms and turned away from him.
"Aw, are you going to give me the silent treatment now?" He chuckled, more amused than worried. "You can get a new one."
You ignored him.
"If that's how you want to play it..."
He grabbed you and transformed, taking you for a long drive during which he forced you to listen to his tales of how skilled he was with his swords.
You'd honestly never seen him so jealous.
SOUNDWAVE - Inumaki Toge (Jujutsu Kaisen)
It was one of those days where Soundwave was in a mood. Not that anyone could tell, except for you. And you knew why. He was feeling down about not talking to you, which you had told him countless times that you were okay with.
And then he walked in to see you watching anime - something you'd been doing a lot more since he'd gotten busier with helping locate predacon bones for Shockwave.
This time, though, he watched your body language change as a certain character came on the screen. He noticed excitement. And you didn't notice him at all, not like how you usually picked up on his purposely heavier pede-steps into his berthroom.
"Soundwave!" You jumped five feet in the air, letting out an undignified screech, when he suddenly appeared at your shoulder.
I've been here for ten minutes, he typed on his screen.
"Oh, sorry," you looked sheepish. "I was watching this anime, Jujutsu Kaisen. There's a character similar to you, Inumaki Toge. He can't speak, because of his cursed speech. Anything he says is like a command, so he can only say non-command words, usually...tuna or salmon." You paused, then, "Don't ask."
He speaks.
Your eyes widened, and you quickly set your phone down before rushing over to him, "No, wait, that's not the point!"
Soundwave stared at you.
You sighed, reaching for one of his long digits, "Come on, you know that you're my favourite mute. I prefer our method of communication, because tuna and salmon are kind of hard to translate, don't you think?"
A blank stare is what you got in response. And then, carefully, he plucked the device from your hands and set it down before lifting you up in his servo, displaying a bright red heart on his visor.
You smiled, "See? I love seeing that. Makes me smile more than anyone or anything else ever could."
And it makes your heartbeat increase.
Your jaw dropped, "Soundwave!"
Blank stare.
"You just joked!"
SHOCKWAVE - Trafalgar D. Water Law (One Piece)
Shockwave has very...limited emotions. He very rarely feels jealousy, and before you he didn't even know what that was. It's very difficult, nigh impossible, to get him insecure or jealous over someone else taking your attention.
But Law hit him right where it hurt - his status as best surgeon in your eyes.
It took him a while to notice, but when he did it became too hard to ignore. You were losing interest in watching him perform procedures, and looking at your phone more. Watching some kind of series that apparently had a very skilled surgeon.
"Why do you stare at your phone like that?" He asked one day, while scanning a new predacon bone.
"Hmm?" You looked up at him, then smiled. "Oh, I'm watching One Piece. There's this guy called Trafalgar Law, and he's got such a cool devil fruit power. But more than that, he's an extremely skilled surgeon. They call him the Surgeon of Death."
"That does not sound very skilful to me," Shockwave deadpanned, looking up at you, "If he was so skilled, why would so many die?"
"That's not-" You laughed. "That's not why he's called that."
"Then that name is illogical," he turned back to his task, attempting to seem unbothered by your fascination with this fictional character. He was fictional, it would be illogical to get upset over.
You knew better.
Setting your phone down, you crawled over to where he was examining the predacon bone, "So what part did that come from?"
Shockwave looked up at you, made a pleased sound that you barely heard, then looked back at the bone, "The hip."
You grinned.
"Does that amuse you?" He asked, confused.
"No," your grin widened. "You felt threatened by a fictional character. Most illogical, Shockwave."
"I did not feel threatened," he argued, though for once he didn't sound so sure of himself. And he knew that, because as soon as you opened your mouth to speak he covered it with his digit. "Quiet, now. I need full concentration for this part."
summary - Bumblebee is NOT happy that Sam's new roommate is with you guys.
warnings - none
a/n - i wrote this in chunks so if it seems disjointed, i apologise 😔
Before he met Leo...
After your twin had refused to take Bumblebee to college with you guys, making the poor bot cry, you had stepped in to give him permission to come with you two. Mostly for your sake.
And at first, he was over the moon. But it quickly became clear he was going to have some issues.
Your rommmate was nice enough, a sweet girl you quickly made friends with but didn't hang around much. Sam's roommate, on the other hand...
"And who do we have here?"
Your eyebrow raised at his flirtatious tone, your arms crossed over your chest. You were completely unimpressed, and it must have showed on your face because Leo turned to Sam for an answer.
"This is my sister, (Name)," Sam introduced you. "She's taken."
"If you're saying that just because you're her brother and you want her off-limits, that's cool," he held his hands up, "But I would treat her like a queen, just saying."
"She's taken," Sam repeated, his face expressing disbelief at the stupidity of his new roommate.
"It's okay, bro, I'll prove my worth."
"She's-" He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Okay, you know what? Forget it. Yes. She's off-limits."
The whole situation was amusing, especially since Leo did not stop trying to earn your attention, and simultaneously prove to Sam that he would be a good boyfriend to you. You ignored his advances, even at the party he took you and your brother to. That is, of course, until Bumblebee crashed it.
"Whose car is this?"
"Mine," you and Sam spoke at once, then gave each other looks. You glared at him, and he looked confused.
Things went downhill from there, fast.
What could have been a normal college day turned into a high-speed getaway from Decepticons, after Megatron had kidnapped Sam and tried to extract the symbols from his brain. Bumblebee had managed to get you, Mikaela - who was happy to see you but not your brother - and Leo to safety. Optimus went after Sam.
But when you next saw your brother, he was without the red-and-blue truck.
After he met Leo...
Hours later, after a very silent car ride full of unspoken grief, you were on the run. From pretty much everyone in the world. Some Cybertronian called the Fallen had called your brother out personally, asking human governments to bring Sam to him.
You hid out in some abandoned ruins, though you weren't sure where you were. Sam and Mikaela were cuddling somewhere close by, Leo was freaking out by the twin Autobots, and you were nestled against Bumblebee's neck cables.
"Could you stop for one second!" You hissed at the panicked boy.
"Oh I'm sorry, are the giant talking alien robots not supposed to freak me out?!" He yelled back, then took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, my goddess, I did not mean to yell at you."
Bumblebee huffed in irritation at the name, flicking a stone at the boy.
Leo yelped and glared at him, "What was that for?!"
You laughed, "Oh, did I forget to mention? This is my boyfriend."
Leo blinked once, twice, then started laughing like a mental asylum patient, "You're kidding, right?" His smile dropped. "Right?"
"Nope," you grinned, enjoying his shock as you kissed Bee's faveplate. "Sam was serious when he said I'm taken."
"By your car?" Leo asked sceptically.
Bumblebee didn't like the way Leo was eyeing him, so he flicked another stone at the boy.
"Hey! Stop that!"
Your mech's radio burst to life, "Keep looking at my woman like that, and I'll kick your ass."
Leo stared at him, trying to seem unfazed but he was very visibly trembling, "What? So I'm second to a giant alien robot that can't even talk?"
"You wanna go, boy?" Blasted from Bee's radio, followed by him raising his massive fist.
"You were never an option?" You reminded him, confused on how he got to that conclusion. He was persistent, you'll give him that, but you were not going to choose him over the Autobot who had a very strong hold on your heart.
As if things couldn't get worse, the idiot who'd tried to kidnap you when you first met the Autobots was the same man who could supposedly help you. Which you found out when Leo took you to him.
Jealous became a very common feeling amongst the boys of the group once Mikaela revealed she was carrying around a mini Decepticon.
Fast-forward to the museum and the five of you running out chasing a senile Decepticon. Leo was clinging to you, half out of trauma from tasing himself and the other half from fear of the big bad sky Con.
"You can let go now," you glanced down at Leo's hand, which was gripping your arm like a vice. "He's calm."
"Right. No. Sorry, I just thought I might, you know, protect you," he tried unsuccessfully to laugh it off. At your raised eyebrow, he added, "I was ready to pull you out of the way!"
"I'm here...for that," came from behind you, Bumblebee moving dangerously close to Leo as if he was tempted to run him over - or at least give him a warning bump.
You laughed as Leo shot the transformer a glare, bickering with him again while near you, Sam and Mikaela bickered over the perverted actions of the minicon, Wheelie.
The next time Leo pissed Bumblebee off, the big guy wasn't even there. Jetfire had blasted you all to Egypt through a space bridge, and that resulted in all of you landing all over the desert. Your luck led you to Leo, and you ended up on top of him with your face just above his crotch, not even realising it until he spoke.
You scrambled off him when you recovered from disorientation, "Hands off!"
"That wasn't me!"
"Oh, sure."
"Though I'm not complaining."
You threw sand at him, before going to find the others. Bumblebee saw you and Leo approaching together and connected the dots before you got to even tell him.
"Hey! This is NOT funny!" Leo cried seconds later, dangling upside-down from Bee's digits. "Tell your robot boyfriend to put me down!"
You snickered, "It's kind of funny."
"Can't say I didn't warn you," Sam shook his head, before Jetfire preoccupied him with instructions on how to find the tomb of the Primes.
Later that evening, you were laying across Bumblebee's chassis, the large bot laying on his back as you both looked up at the stars.
"You know you don't have to worry about him, right?" You spoke quietly. "I only have eyes for you."
"I know," came through the radio. "It's fun to...mess with him."
"It's hilarious," you laughed, the sound making Bumblebee's engines pur. He loved hearing you laugh, even more so if he was the reason you were laughing.
The last time Bumblebee saw Leo, after the very chaotic and very crazy fight against the Decepticons, he was trying to brag to you that he took down the biggest one - when, in fact, it was mostly due to Simmons's efforts.
"Bumblebee ripped the spine out of a robot dog," you stopped him halfway through. "Leo, this is never going to happen. Okay? I'm sorry, but I love my car."
The scout patted Leo's shoulder comfortingly, failing to not aopear smug about your choice. Leo sighed, but eventually relented and gave up, thought you were pretty sure he was still boggled by your relationship with an alien being.
featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader
summary - you have faced some of the worse Decepticons/Autobots with them, so your fear of little organic insects mystifies them
warnings - the Bots and Cons shoot at/step on/crush the spiders, some of them by accident
a/n - i don't condone killing anything but in my opinion this is how they would solve it, as battle-hardened warriors
OPTIMUS PRIME
Optimus and the team had just come back from another dangerous and tiring mission to stop the Decepticons from getting their servos on a relic. The base was suspiciously quiet, and they were sure that you and the other humans hadn't followed them through the ground bridge this time.
So where were you?
Ratchet was at his usual station, chuckling to himself, which earned suspicious looks from Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee.
"Ratchet?" Optimus called. "Where are the children?"
The medic turned to the returned team, "At this point, I don't know. (Name) screamed randomly, and they scattered."
"And you haven't even tried to find them?" Arcee crossed her arms.
"I was just doing that now," Ratchet replied.
"Then why were you giggling like a little girl?" Bulkhead asked.
Optimus walked over to check the screens, spotting you in one of the camera feeds. You were in one of the relic containment units, running around the platform holding the relic, frantically. The Prime immediately turned and walked to that room, leaving the others to bicker. When he opened the unit, you screamed and ran past him, sobbing hysterically.
A little black thing with eight legs was following behind you.
(Name)," the Prime called, "Wait."
He followed you, back to the main area where you circled around Bulkhead and ran back to him, trying to scale his leg. Optimus bent down and lifted you up.
"My love, what is that following you? And why are you afraid?"
"It's a spider!" You wailed, "And it's got eight creepy legs and six creepier eyes!" You shivered. "Stuff of nightmares, really." Tears still streamed down your face.
Optimus looked back down at the arachnid, which was hesitating to follow you up his leg. Arcee shivered as well, the sight of the spider reminding her of her worst enemy.
"I shall get rid of it," the Prime handed you to Arcee before reaching down to pick up the arachnid. It crawled onto his digit, and in his attempt to grab it with his other servo he accidentally crushed it. "Oops."
You shivered when he reached for you again, "Optimus, I love you but if you touch me with the remains of that infernal thing on your servos, I will jump out of your hands and accept my fate."
The Prime was even more confused, but complied and only reached for you when he had cleaned his servos. You happily returned to him, relaxing in his hold.
"You have faced the likes of Starscream and a zombie Skyquake," he looked at you, "Yet you fear a little earth arachnid?"
You pouted, "Did I mention the eight legs and six eyes?"
Optimus was still confused, but comforted you nonetheless. He held you and stroked your back soothingly with one digit, telling you about their mission to distract you. It worked, for the most part.
BUMBLEBEE
All Bumblebee wants to do after a long day of fighting Cons is to sit and have you curl up to him as you watch a movie. The feeling of you against him always calms him, and never fails to destress him after a mission.
Unfortunately, when the team got back there was no sign of you or Jack, Miko and Raf. Only a giggling Ratchet, which set off alarm bells in Bee's processor.
The scout beeped a few times, asking the medic where you were.
"I did not know myself," Ratchet replied, "Until I took a look at our surveillance systems." He stepped aside to show the team.
Bumblebee spotted you immediately, and he immediately grew concerned. You were on his berth in his berthroom, shaking and frantically looking around but otherwisd stuck there for the time being.
The scout beeped worriedly, rushing off to save you from whatever horror was in his berthroom. When he opened the door, he saw something black with multiple legs scuttling around the room, and you were sobbing on his berth.
"Bumblebee!" You cried out when you saw him. "Blasters out, please!"
He beeped, asking why, and when you pointed to the arachnid on the floor he asked, Why do you want me to shoot something so small? It seems harmless. When you burst into even more tears, he quickly corrected himself, I mean, you've gone up against Starscream and Knock Out! Why does this thing scare you?
"Bumblebee please!" You begged, "I'll explain after, please just get rid of it!"
The scout obliged, blasting the arachnid to bits before coming closer, picking you up. You offered him rushed, relieved thank you's, before promptly burying yourself in his neck cables.
"It's got eight creepy legs," you complained to him, still shivering. "And six even creepier eyes. I hate them so much. I won't sleep for the next few nights."
Bumblebee beeped again, I will always protect you.
"I know...but these creepy crawlies..." You shivered again. "I would rather get kidnapped by Knock Out than face one of these again."
Bumblebee whined, Don't say that!
You laughed, kissing his faceplate, "Thank you, my hero."
His chassis puffed out in pride.
KNOCK OUT
Starscream could be very annoying, this much you knew. He often got on Knock Out's nerves, more so than the doctor let on. But there were apparently no limits to heeled Decepticon's cruelty, because somehow he had found out about the human fear arachnophobia.
Because now the eight-legged abomination was scuttling around Knock Out's lab, stranding you on the tool table.
This was how the medic found you, on your hands and knees peering over the edge of the table. You were trembling, something he'd never seen you do. There was a wild, fearful look in your eyes that didn't match your usual behaviour, and Knock Out looked around.
"Am I missing something?"
You screamed and fell backwards, chest heaving, "Knock Out! Don't scare me like that!"
"You were scared long before I got here, sweetheart. What's the problem?"
"You don't see it?"
Your eyes once again landed on the floor, glued to something that was moving. He looked down, his optics narrowing in on the small, furry eight-legged creature.
"What is that?"
"A spider!" You shuffled back on the table. "Please get rid of it!"
The mad doctor looked confused, "You've come with me to battle Autobots, and have stood in the middle of our fights, but you afraid of something so tiny?"
You glared at him, "Count its legs and eyes before you judge!"
He sighed, but got rid of the arachnid by stepping on it. Then he proceeded to complain about getting his pede messed, and you face-palmed. At least you were calm now and no longer shaking, so he decided to ignore that.
"How did a spider even get on the ship?" He asked you, scooping you up and placing you on his shoulder - something he seemed to enjoy.
"Take one guess."
"Screamer?" He already knew the answer without your confirmation.
"Mhm."
Knock Out didn't take kindly to anyone messing with what belonged to him. Especially if it was his precious little human. So the next time Starscream needed repairs, you laughed when you heard his repair had malfunctioned, knowing that the mad doctor had purposely sabotaged it.
SMOKESCREEN
Every time Smokescreen thought he had found out all he needed to know about the human race, he was smacked in the helm with something new. He hadn't even considered that you had fears, since he had seen you face Decepticons and not even flinch.
Yet here you were, screaming murder and running away from a little black thing with eight furry legs. The rest of the team looked up from their positions, Miko's face paling as she took off as well.
"What's that?" Smokescreen looked at Bumblebee, confused.
Bumblebee beeped a few times, explaining that spiders were eight-legged, six-eyed arachnids that freaked you and Miko out like nothing else.
Smokescreen looked at you again, before going over and picking you up. He didn't understand your fear, but he didn't want you to feel scared when he was right there.
"It's okay, I got it!"
He tried stepping on it, but it scuttled away. He set you down on his shoulder and tried to grab it, which made you yelp and attempt to scale down his back.
"No no no!" You kept muttering, shivering and shaking like you were in some kind of horrible trance.
"It's so small!" He grit his dentae, reaching for it again. "This thing isn't as scary as some Decepticons." He meant well. He just sometimes said stupid things.
"I would rather fight Starscream again than be around that thing!" You cried, climbing as far back as possible as he finally got a hold of it. You slipped and fell off his shoulder, but Smokescreen's reflexes were great. He caught you in his other servo.
"Uh, Smokescreen? Not a good idea," Arcee watched as your whole body went rigid when the spider escaped his grip and crawled along his arm.
You screamed so loudly you might have damaged his audials, but he realised his mistake and quickly handed you to the nearest Autobot as he frantically looked all over his body, trying to locate the infernal creature. He managed to get it, but only after he sped out of the base to remove it outside, to prevent you and Miko from passing out.
When he got back, you shivered but allowed him to pick you up again, and he grinned, "I don't understand it, but if it scares you it's probably bad, right?"
You smiled.
WHEELJACK
Wheeljack is pretty fearless, so you often feel intimidated by him and insecure about your own fears. You never told him about your deathly fear of arachnids, and he never asked. He assumed you were like him, not scared of anything.
That is, until today.
When he got back from a mission with Bulkhead, he immediately sought you out. Even Miko was missing, which the green Autobot found strange.
"Where's (Name) and Miko?" Wheeljack asked Raf and Jack, who were playing a racing videogame.
Jack shrugged, "Haven't seen them since we got here after school."
That was even more odd. Usually you would be here waiting for him to get back from wherever if he wasn't here. Then, moments later, a scream rang out through the base. Wheeljack recognised that as yours and took off towards the sound.
When he found you, he stopped dead.
You were running in circles around his berth, looking over your shoulder. He tried to spot what was apparently chasing you, and only did so when the thing scuttled out from behind his berth, in the direction you were headed. You screamed again and changed directions.
"What is that?" Wheeljack asked, confused on why you were so terrified.
"Spider!" You wailed, running to him and hiding behind his massive leg. "Kill it!"
He raised a big metal eyebrow, "You're scared of that tiny thing? You've faced vehicons and Dreadwing with me and that little creature is what's shaking you?"
You groaned, "I knew you would judge! Where's Bulkhead?"
"Okay, okay, no need for that," he grumbled and picked you up, setting you carefully on his shoulder before kicking the arachnid, sending the dreaded creature flying and hitting the wall. It crumpled, laying on its back and curling inwards.
"Thanks," you sighed in relief, but still looked tense. "Now get rid of it."
"It's dead."
"Dead and no less creepy!" You protested.
"Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes, but got rid of the dead spider. When he got back, he watched you carefully. "You good now?"
"Much better," you confirmed, but still looking like you had seen a ghost.
"Come here."
Wheeljack wasn't a cuddler, but he figured the best thing to do as your boyfriend was get in some snuggles to soothe you. And maybe, MAYBE he enjoyed it too, but Primus forbid he ever admit that out loud.
SOUNDWAVE
Like Knock Out, Soundwave didn't understand how an earth creature got on the ship. And since you seemed so horrified, he concluded that you didn't bring it with you.
He was aware the second you're terrified, as predicted, so you didn't have to scream and cry for help. You just hid wherever you could, and waited for the silent Decepticon to find you.
He stopped his work to come check on you, and to deal with the cresture that was inspiring such fear. Once he's in his berthroom, it's not hard for him to locate the arachnid, and he got Laserbeak to carry it out and drop it off the Nemesis.
He then scanned his room for you, finding you in a little crevice under his berth. He coaxed you into coming out, tilting his helm as if asking why you were afraid of such a little thing.
You shivered, your eyes scanning the room before looking at him, "They're scary. Did you see how many eyes and legs it has??" You shivered again.
Soundwave patted the top of your head, comfortingly. Then he tilted his helm again, words appearing on his visor, You have been through far worse, encountering the Autobots and other Decepticons.
"I know but these things are the stuff of nightmares!" You complained. "I would rather fight any Cybertronian than be in a room with one of these again..."
He nodded in understanding, not quite understanding your logic there but there but nonetheless agreeing. Whatever made you less scared was preferred, after all, he didn't like seeing how terrified you had been.
Feeling better? Popped up on his visor.
You nodded, calming down, "Much. Thank you."
He displayed a red heart.
SHOCKWAVE
Shockwave was used to dark, confined spaces with rodents and other creatures scuttling around. He had been stuck on Cybertron for years, after all. So he doesn't think much of it when an earthly creature finds its way aboard the Nemesis.
Until it starts to bother you.
He walked into his lab one day to see you on your hands and knees on his tool table, peering over the side. He instantly noticed the slight tremble of your small form, and approached you cautiously.
"What is the matter?"
You screamed and jumped despite his careful approach, turning to him with wide, frightened eyes before snapping them back to whatever was on the floor.
"There's a spider!"
"I do not understand."
You turned back to him, but your eyes flickered to the ground every so often, "These earth creatures with six eyes and eight freaky legs."
Shockwave nodded in understanding, before tilting his helm, "You are around Decepticons who are much larger than you, and coukd squash you easily, yet that tiny insignificant creature frightens you? That is illogical."
You sighed, "That thing is just creepy okay! I can handle giant Decepticons, I just can't do spiders." You shivered.
Shockwave didn't argue, going over to the bug and studying it for a second before picking it up and making his way out of the lab to get rid of it. You relaxed when it was gone, and when he came back you were lying on your back, trying to overcome your shivers.
"It is gone."
"I know, thank you," you sat up. "It just feels like smaller ones are crawling all over me."
He reached out to let you climb onto his servo, keeping you close to him to comfort you while he continued his work.
warnings - might turn this into a series, idk, bear with me and my love for this guy
a/n - i enjoyed writing the first part, so have some more of my thoughts on Sentinel's relationship with Prime!You before (italics) and after (normal) becoming sparkmates (i may have forgotten to add a few things to the first one) also i am so sorry for the wait!
"Sentinel."
Sentinel lived for the sound of his name leaving your dermas. He was putty in your servos whenever you called him, always happy to do the most menial task for his pretty Prime.
"Yes, my lady?"
The advisor showed up at your door, eagerly awaiting your command, but you frowned when you saw how tired he was.
"Sentinel, have you had a break?"
"No, my lady. But I can-"
"Go, power down," you ordered, concerned about his health. "Please."
"(Name), Sentinel needs to-"
You glared at Zeta, "He. Needs. A. Break. I will fetch the reports."
Sentinel panicked at that idea, "No, no, I can handle it!"
"My sweet advisor, your pretty wings are drooping. Go power down."
He absolutely did not want to, because he would rather do something for you. He liked being useful to you, liked your praise - the 'pretty wings' comment had his fans working overtime to cool him down. But recharging? He couldn't be useful to you.
You smiled a little at his reluctance, "I'll have more for you to do once you're awake again."
He seemed content with that, and left to go recharge. You turned the other way to go and retrieve the scout's reports, but Zeta Prime's next words stopped you.
"You are too fond of Sentinel."
"And you're not fond enough," you answered, then went on your way.
~
"Sentinel."
Your sparkmate's wings fluttered up from their drooping position when you called him, his mood changing like the flip of a switch.
"Yes, sweetspark?"
You smiled at his new nickname for you, "Can I trouble you?"
"Of course, for you it's no trouble."
Even after becoming sparkmates, Sentinel retained his eagerness to please you. He was at your beck and call, still ready and willing to serve you in any way. If it made you happy, bonus points.
You smiled, "Come and look at the reports and tell me what you think."
He almost didn't believe those words, and gestured to himself, "Me?"
You laughed, "I didn't know there were two Sentinels."
Flustered, he approached you and took a look at the reports. He hadn't expected you to ask for his opinion, because even though that was technically his job the other Primes usually ignored it.
"I don't trust this one," he held up one of the recordings. "I've been there, it's not as overcrowded as this scout makes it out to be."
"Hmmm," you leaned forward. "Take care of it for me?"
"Of course, my lady."
"(Name)!" You called after him.
He chuckled, "Habit."
He returned a while later, looking weary, and you were immediately concerned.
"Sentinel-"
"No!" You snapped at your fellow Prime. "He needs rest." You turned to the advisor, "Did something go wrong?
"The scout did not send that message, my lady," he wiped some Quintesson blood off his shoulder. "I don't think we will be receiving any more communication from him."
"I should have gone myself," you led him to his berthroom.
"No, my la-(Name)," he quickly corrected when you gave him a look. "I was happy to be of service to you."
"I know, but I feel like I sent you into a trap..."
"It was," he admitted, "But I'm here, aren't I?" His wings buzzed a little, hoping for your praise. Hoping you were impressed with his ability to get out of a difficult situation.
"Indeed," you agreed. "But I do not like endangering you."
You were too worried about him to pay him a compliment! That wouldn't do. He brought you closer to him, reassuring you.
"My sword made quick work of them, sweetspark."
Your tension eased, "I suppose that is a comfort. You are very impressive with an equally impressive weapon."
He beamed, glowing under your praise.
"Now rest, Sentinel."
~
Another day out in the field, fighting the Quintessons. Their numbers seemed limitless, as more came every time you felled a few. You grew weary, separated from your Primes in different sections of the battlefield.
Your weariness disappeared when your optics picked out Sentinel in the fight, being overwhelmed.
You obliterated Quintessons in your path as you rushed to assist him. Around you, the other Primes were also weakening, but your focus was solely on your advisor.
"I don't think so."
You grabbed a Quintesson that had been about to attach itself to Sentinel's back, and you tossed it aside before shooting it.
"Thank you, my lady," Sentinel offered you a soft smile, which you returned.
You quickly intercepted another, your armour being scratched by their talon as you threw your arm in front of Sentinel's faceplates, shielding it.
"My lady!"
"Sentinel, it's just a..." You watched him completely demolish that Quintesson, chopping it into far more pieces than necessary. "...scratch."
When you returned to the tower, Sentinel was at your side with a buffer. He was exhausted, quite obviously, but he was eager to fix your "wound".
"Sentinel," you laughed. "It's nothing."
"You got that because of me," he pouted. "Let me fix it."
He was so cute, you couldn't deny him, "Okay."
The scratch in question was smoothed out within minutes, but far from making Sentinel feel silly about it, you smiled at him.
"Where would I be without my trusty caretaker, hmmm?"
His chassis puffed out with pride.
~
*My lady, what happened?!"
Sentinel's panicked voice flooded your audio receptors as two of the High Guard members carried you back into the tower, heavily wounded.
"I'm okay," you flinched. "It was just a bit rougher out there today."
Your sparkmate almost had a spark attack as he analysed your wounds. He called for the best medics, threatening them if they didn't drop what they were doing and come now. You looked so badly hurt, his wings drooped a little.
"Sentinel."
"Mhm?" He looked at you, turning his attention away from the medic.
"I'm okay."
"You are very obviously not, sweetspark," he offered you a small, weak smile despite his worry. "But you will be."
Sentinel had always been sweet toward you, but his sweetness ramped up to a thousand while you were on bedrest. He scurried around doing all your tasks, helping the other Primes AND tending to your every need and want.
"Will you slow down?" You laughed one day as he ran into your berthroom with some energon, almost toppling over.
"You need it!" He protested.
"Sentinel, I'm not going to die."
He huffed.
"Okay, I'm sorry," you chuckled, "Thank you."
He beamed, sitting on your berth and feeding you the cubes. He refused to let you eat on your own, simply because, again, he loved doing things for you.
When you were finally allowed to move around again, the blue-and-gold Cybertronian refused to let you get back to the fight. As your advisor, he couldn't exactly order you around, but as your sparkmate his concern was duly noted and followed.
"I am proud to say I killed over fifty Quintessons today, my lady," he swept into the room, looking pleased with himself. "In your honour, of course."
You smiled, "That's sweet, darling, but it's (Name) or sweetspark to you. But that's impressive, well done."
When you awarded him with a sweet kiss, Sentinel swore his legs wobbled. The praise and the kiss were too much for him, although in a very, very pleasant way.
He still offered to do some of your tasks, to take the load off you. You politely declined, noticing his increased tiredness.
"Sentinel, go recharge."
"But-"
"Recharge."
"Sweetspark~"
"Sentinel."
"...Fine."
He obeyed, but pouted the whole way to your shared berthroom. He was not happy, but hated disobeying you.
Sentinel had been obsessed with you before, but since becoming your sparkmate it had increased tenfold. You could literally say or do anything to this bot and he will take it with a smile on his face. He counts himself lucky that you're sweet to him, not sadistic or cruel like some of the other Primes could be.
"Sentinel."
"Yes?"
"Come here and let me admire your pretty wings."
His faceplates burned, but he obeyed and moved closer. They were sensitive to touch, so he shivered pleasantly when he felt your servos run along them tenderly.
"You are by far Primus's best creation."
He was at a loss for words. You, a Prime, a prestigious and elite creation of Primus, bestowed him with the ultimate compliment. Him, a bot who paled in comparison to your excellence, power, and looks.
"Sweetspark, I fear I am going to malfunction if you say that again."
You chuckled, noticing how flustered he got, "I mean it, you know."
"I disagree," he chuckled, "Primus definitely took a little more time designing you, you're the epitome of perfection my lady."
Your faceplates burned now, "Can't you just take a compliment?!"
He laughed, enjoying how his words impacted you just the way yours impacted him. He quite enjoyed knowing he had such power over you, even if it was just a little. He was content with just that little bit.
~
"Sentinel, are you drunk?"
Zeta's accusation sounded a lot like he had never been in the same predicament before, which annoyed you. Your advisor was stumbling around, a very cheerful smile on his faceplates. He looked like he had a little too much high grade, but that wasn't something to be punished for.
You'd seen Megatronus and Micronus in far worse states after consuming a little too much high grade.
"Leave him alone, Zeta," you rolled your eyes, catching your advisor before he fell faceplates-first on the floor. "There is reason to celebrate, we are close to winning this war."
Zeta opened his mouth to say something, before Sentinel giggled and teased your leader, "Yeah Zeta, lighten up."
Zeta froze, as did all the Primes in the vicinity, but you just laughed and put a hand on his chassis to steady him. He smiled drunkenly at your laugh, poking your faceplates.
"You're cute when you laugh~"
Your faceplates burned, and you led him away from the other astonished Primes. You took him to his berthroom, as he looked around in awe, like he had never been here before.
"This place is so pretty!"
It was very hard to keep a straight face whenever he spoke, and you allowed yourself to smile in amusement as you helped him lay on his berth.
He was knocked out immediately.
~
Sentinel could control himself around high grade. He had learned from past experiences that he was not to drink too much, even if you encouraged him to enjoy himself.
So he sat back and watched you Primes enjoy yourselves.
You noticed him sitting quietly, patiently, because you were - as usual - excluded from the festivities, even if not on purpose.
"You're oddly quiet," you noted, sitting down next to him.
"Someone has to be responsible here," he muttered bitterly, echoing Zeta's scolding from the last time. He looked tired; his optics were dull and his shoulders were hunched.
"You take such good care of us," you praised him, placing a servo on his shoulder. "You need to take care of yourself too."
"As if they would give me a break."
He wasn't always the cheerful advisor you saw. At times like this, the other Primes had worn him down so much that his energy levels dropped dangerously low, worrying you. They were too careless with your sparkmate, too mindless.
"Rest your optics for a moment," you told him, offering your shoulder. "I'll keep an optic on them."
At least for a little while.
He looked like he wanted to protest, but he had no energy to. He resigned himself to exhaustion, resting his helm on your shoulder and going offline for a few moments. You sighed contently, happy to take some of the load off him.
"Sentinel!"
Your sparkmate jerked back online, blinking a few times to clear his vision. He immediately stood up and responded to the call, despite your reluctance to let him go.
"Let me help you."
You found him cleaning up after the other Primes, not even hesitating to assist. He protested, but you refused to listen.
It got done faster, and you were happy to drag him back to your shared berthroom to get some much-needed rest. He tried to fight his exhaustion to spend a little more time with you, but you assured him you'd still be there when he came back online.
You were starting to notice a change in him, a spark of resentment for the other Primes, and it was worrying you despite your shared feelings on the matter.
summary - you're the smallest Prime, and the nicest to Sentinel. the two of you develop a close bond as the other Primes treat you like any other Cybertronian because of your size, and you fall for the only bot who still puts you on a pedestal
warnings - slight angst but mostly fluff, neglect from the Primes, a bit suggestive?
a/n - sorry not sorry, i am obsessed with this maniac
Primes were known to be massive beings, significantly taller than most Cybertronians. It was a symbol of their power and prestige, as well as their leadership over the citizens of Cybertron.
However, there was one Prime who wasn't quite as big.
You were the same height as Sentinel, who wasn't even a Prime, and you had a very slender frame. So you looked like any other Cybertronian, which is why the other Primes often treated you like such. They often left you out, "forgetting" to call you to meetings and you wouldn't even know about half of them if it hadn't been for Sentinel.
"My lady."
You were in your berthroom prepping your weapon for your next encounter with the Quintessons, when Sentinel appeared at your door. He knocked politely, giving you a smile he reserved only for you.
You couldn't help but smile back, being very fond of the advisor, "Come in, Sentinel. I assume there's another meeting?"
"Yes", he nodded, stepping into your berthroom for the first time.
He considered this progress in his relationship with you. You were the nicest of all the Primes, the one who treated him the best. He liked you the most, and maybe that was transitioning into something more...romantic. So you letting him into your berthroom gave him some hope that you at least liked him, if not felt for him what he felt for you.
Maybe one day.
You ex-vented heavily, "Okay. I'll be there soon."
He noticed your apprehension, "Is something the matter?"
It wasn't any of his business, but recently you'd grown a lot closer to him as you grew distant from your fellow Primes.
"I grow weary of my brethren," you admitted to him. "I am practically invisible to them; they don't ever see me."
He responded with something so bold he would never have thought of uttering it in your presence had it not been for you allowing him into your private space.
"I see you."
You offered him a small smile, "I know you do, my sweet advisor."
His words had a much bigger impact on you than he realised, and this was the start of the road to becoming his sparkmate. This was the point at which you realised you saw him as more than an advisor, more than a friend. And even though you held a higher status, you didn't feel ashamed about it.
"You must be exhausted, my lady."
You returned from another skirmish with the invaders, feeling exactly that, to see Sentinel standing outside your berthroom with a plate of fresh energon.
You smiled, and your faceplates heated up at how attentive he was, "Thank you, Sentinel. But you were there too, you should also get some rest."
None of the other Primes would have thought to suggest that he rest as well. And that only made him want to care for you more.
"I insist," he moved the plate closer to you. "Once you are replenished, I will take my leave to...rest." He said that hesitantly, because you both knew the other Primes would just put him back to work.
You offered him a tired smile and beckoned him into your berthroom once again, "Then at least share the energon with me. That's far too much for me alone."
Sentinel was stunned by the offer, and also flustered. For the first time, it was you making his faceplates heat up rather than the other way around.
"Are you sure, my lady?"
"Mhm," you nodded, then laughed, "Oh and please, stop calling me 'my lady'. You can use my name, you know."
"But that would be-"
"I insist," you settled on your berth. "You've earned it."
The permission to use your name made him buzz with excitement, but also nervousness. That seemed almost too kind of you, but then again he was alone with you...in your berthroom...sharing a plate of energon with you.
"Sentinel," you laughed again, "Relax. Sit down."
He didn't realise how tense he was, but as he sat down across from you he felt himself relax. You being so casual around him was, surprisingly, putting him at ease.
Sentinel admired you a lot. He often found himself unable to look away from you, the most beautiful femme he had ever laid optics on. But now, in the comfort of your berthroom, looking so relaxed, there was a different kind of beauty about you. A beauty that transcended physical appearance, and that was hard to ignore.
He didn't know how to explain it.
Your faceplates burned when you caught sight of him staring. You were speechless for a moment at the look in his optics. Far more than just respect and admiration, there was something deeper in them. Something far more...intimate.
"Power down with me," you found yourself saying, unable to believe those words yourself.
His optics widened, "My lady-"
"(Name)," you corrected, moving closer to him as if possessed.
"My lady," he insisted, struggling to deny your request to call you by name. "I don't think it would be appropriate-"
"Sentinel, please."
And then you were kissing him.
You had surged forward and closed the distance between you two, smashing your dermas against his. Locking you two in a passionate kiss in that awkward position, both of you with your legs hanging over separate sides of the bed but upper bodies turned to face one another.
You kissed him hungrily, like you were starved.
And Sentinel kissed back.
You could have done this forever, it felt so good. But Sentinel seemed to regain his senses midway, and suddenly pulled away from you. Though he found it extremely difficult to do so.
"Sentinel?" You questioned, confused. "Did I misunderstand..?"
"No, Primus no," he vented, "I'll see you tomorrow, my lady."
He got up quickly and left, leaving you confused and slightly hurt. Feeling just a little bit rejected by the one bot you thought wanted you.
The next day you noticed Sentinel doing his best to avoid you. Unlike before, if you didn't need him he wouldn't be with you. And that hurt even more, because you missed his company and you missed his attentiveness.
You closed yourself off, spending your spare time in your berthroom, thinking of various strategies and tactics - distracting yourself the only way you knew how.
"My lady-"
"What do you want, Sentinel?" You grit your dentae, words coming out cold and harsh.
He flinched at your tone, having never heard you speak to him like that before, "I would like to apologise."
"For what? Avoiding me or leading me on?" You laughed coldly.
"I wasn't-" He paused, then, "I just didn't think the other Primes would approve."
"And what do I care for their approval?" You hissed, "All they've ever done is ignore me, so I don't think they would even notice. Even if they did, my choice of sparkmate is my own."
"I apologise," he answered softly. "I didn't realise."
And just like that, you forgave him. Just like that, your anger and hurt disappeared. You looked up at him, standing awkwardly in the doorway and shuffling his weight nervously. He looked so cute, it was just so hard to stay mad.
"Come here."
He followed your gentle command, approaching you slowly. You stood up from your berth, excited at the idea of having him close again.
"Can I..?"
"Please."
His servos ghosted over your hip plating before grabbing your waist and pulling you forward to rest against him.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he admitted, "I want you, (Name) Prime."
"Leave the Prime out," you mumbled bashfully.
He chuckled and stared at you for a moment, "Are you sure?"
You knew he wasn't asking about your name, but you were still certain of your answer, "Yes. I want you too, Sentinel."
That night he spent in your berthroom was intimate, the most intimate and special experience either of you had ever had. Your sparks were laid bare for one another, and you ended up sealing your bond with way more than just a kiss.
summary - Sentinel has never showed any interest in sparkmates, or at least that's what you assumed. turns out, you're wrong.
warnings - another mech pushes you/slight violence
a/n - i am delusional when it comes to this bot so expect a lot of delusional fluff about him in the coming days
Arrogant. Narcissistic. Obnoxious.
These were all words that could be used to describe Sentinel Prime. Along with crazy, weird and insufferably handsome. You couldn't imagine there being any femme who wasn't crushing on the leader of Iacon, and you were no exception.
But it wasn't like you could ever mean anything more than an advisor, a friend, to him. Because he didn't pursue romantic relationships, as far as you knew. It was an unfortunate fact you would have to live with, made difficult by being in his presence all the time. Everyday.
You watched your friends find sparkmates, and felt happy for them. Though every time they tried to set you up, it ended in disaster.
You only had one mech in mind, and that was Sentinel Prime.
It was just so hard to get his attention.
You various attempts didn't work, and you had pretty much given up and resigned the idea of ever being his sparkmate when something you did unintentionally got his attention.
You were talking to one of his elite guards, discussing some new security measures, when that guard began to hit on you. You, not knowing he was flirting, carried on speaking to him, accepting his compliments thinking they were said kindly.
Sentinel was looking for you, wanting a second opinion on his new paintjob, but that quickly darkened into wanting to get you away from that guard asap when he saw what was going on. The Prime was easily jealous, especially when it came to things, and a certain Cybertronian, that belonged to him.
"(Name)!" He called cheerily, but when he grabbed your arm his touch was anything but cheerful. It was hard, almost hurtful, as he pulled you away from the brave guard. "Let him know he's fired, later."
You gaped at the Prime, "What? Why? It wasn't even his mistake-"
"You misunderstand, dear (Name)," his voice was sickly sweet, like something malicious lurked behind his tone. "He's not fired because of that."
But he didn't elaborate, he simply kept leading you away from the guard. Away from all his guards, in fact. To a much more private area of his tower, one that had your jaw dropping when you entered. You never thought you'd ever see it.
His berthroom.
"Uh, what are we-"
He cut you off, "I heard your friends have started looking for a sparkmate for you. Do you want one?"
"I, um-" Being here was disorienting enough, but his question completely took you out. You didn't think he'd ask that, let alone care about your love life.
"Do you," He moved closer, repeating himself but slower, "want one, (Name)?"
Your processor whirled, trying to figure out what to say. You didn't know what the right answer was to that, or what his reaction would be if you admitted the truth, that you did want one.
So you did the next worst best thing.
You said, "I want you."
Then you clapped a servo over your intake, optics going wide. It took Sentinel a minute to process what you had just blurted out, before he smiled.
"Naturally."
"Look, Sentinel-"
"Open up," he tapped your chassis, and began to do so with his.
Your optics widened even more, and slowly you opened your chassis up. Your spark buzzed excitedly being so close to his, and when he moved closer to you there was no hesitance and no resistance in the bonding process.
When it was over, and your sparks were back in their chambers, you stared at him in disbelief. Not only had you just become his sparkmate, but you felt all the possessiveness he felt over you.
"Perfect!" He beamed, "Now I don't have to worry right? You're mine, and only mine."
"Worry..?"
Sentinel could be a lot sweeter and softer than most would assume. He was an egotistical maniac, of course, but your bond revealed all the affection and love he felt for you.
"Enough. Stop working, sweetspark."
Sentinel pulled you away from what you were doing simply to hold you. He loved attention, especially from you, and right now he needed yours.
"But Sentinel, you wanted-"
"That can wait."
His arms wrapped entirely around your frame, pulling you against his chassis as he buried his faceplates in your neck cables.
"This feels good."
You felt your faceplates heat up, "Yes, it does."
"We should do this more often," he pulled away with a very cheerful smile.
"Sentinel, have you never been given a hug..?"
"If you mean what we just did, then no," he shrugged it off like it was nothing. "I haven't exactly been close to anyone, in case you didn't notice."
"Hmm," you hummed, then hugged him again.
Once he realised touch was a sign of affection, you noticed him do it a lot more. From placing a servo on your lower back to holding your servo, Sentinel had to be touching you in some way.
Primus forbid anyone else touch you, though.
"(Name)! It's been so long!"
Before you could even register who the voice had come from, a mech was in front of you and reaching out to hug you. You stepped back, a bit uncomfortable when you saw that it was one of the mechs your friends had set you up with.
"Oh, uh, hi," you greeted uncertainty. You looked around, hoping this wouldn't get Sentinel's attention. Because this really was nothing.
The mech grinned, "So I've been thinking...last time was fun, right? I enjoyed myself, you enjoyed yourself...why don't we try again?"
"Actually I'm Sentinel Prime's..." You trailed off when he began to look afraid, and your frame went rigid when you saw a familiar shadow engulf the shaking mech. "Sentinel."
"My love!" He exclaimed dramatically, making sure to shoot the other mech a glare before grabbing your chin and pulling your face towards his. He kissed you possessively, putting on a show for the mech who'd tried to touch his sparkmate. "My name sounds so good when you say it, you know that?" He mumbled as he pulled away.
The mech was long gone. But so was Airachnid.
"What are you going to do to him?"
"What do you mean?" Sentinel smiled, digits ghosting over your jawline.
"..."
"Although, it was nice to hear you say you're mine."
"I tell everyone that."
"Really? Even better!"
He may have odd ways of showing it, but he genuinely cared for you. He genuinely loved you, even if he didn't know how to express it very well.
Not many dared to hurt you after word spread of you being Sentinel's sparkmate, but the few brave ones who tried?
Disappeared without a trace.
"You rejected me? Me?!" Another one of your failed attempts at dating approached you one day, anger written all over his faceplates.
Your eyes widened, but you didn't have the time to react since he was already so close. His hands shoved your chassis, leaving a few scratches, and you tumbled backwards onto the ground. Also leaving scratches.
Everyone nearby froze. Not because your sparkmate was approaching, but because of the mere consequences this mech would face when Sentinel found out.
"(Name), why did I have to learn from Airachnid that you were harmed today?" Sentinel asked when he entered your shared berthroom.
"It was nothing," you told him, turning to face him.
He looked genuinely concerned, and you thought your optics were deceiving you. Until he inspected you upon reaching you.
"Scratches aren't nothing," he glared at the marks. "Who did this?"
You relented and gave him the name and description of the mech. There was no use trying to stop him, he would just find out from Airachnid anyway.
"Are you even going to tell me what you have planned for that one?"
"Let's go get you a nice new finish! Maybe my colours?"
You literally become his prized possession. All he asks for in return is your undying love and affection, which you already give him. Sentinel might seem self-absorbed and uncaring, but with you, his precious sparkmate, he's the opposite, and more.
oh my god that Sentinel one-shot wasn't even finished! im sorry guys, but i will re-post it when i finish it 🙈 im working on a few Sentinel posts because i absolutely cannot find fluff for him... but my cousin is getting married today and we've been at his house everyday for the past week for different events leading up to the actual wedding. i will try to post something for Sentinel and something for TF Prime tomorrow!
featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader
summary - you're listening to 'AVA' by Natalie Jane, and your partner reacts to you singing certain lines out loud as a prank
warnings - i changed the lyric 'who the f*** is Ava' to 'who the hell is Ava' just to make it slightly more appropriate, NOT implied cheating, just a funny lyric prank. if you have short hair, i put (other) there for you guys. if your name is Ava, please use another name in the song lyric 😭
a/n - out of all my drafts, this was a nagging idea i had. i will not lie, i was half asleep writing Soundwave's and Shockwave's. There's so many of them to write for, it takes a while so shhh, let soft Shockwave be for now
OPTIMUS PRIME
Optimus had been on Earth longer than most Autobots, but he was still fairly new to most of human culture. He had learned some since meeting Jack, Raf, Miko and you, but he was still confused about a lot of the things humans did. Like now, for example.
You walked into base with your wireless earphones in, under your hair/(other), so Optimus couldn't see them. You were humming a tune, before you suddenly belted out words that confused and alarmed the Prime.
"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"
Optimus's optics widened because you looked up at him just as you sang that, and because he didn't know it was just a song he went through every recent scenario in his processor, trying to find where he'd met an Ava. If he even knew an Ava. You noticed the slightly worried look on his faceplates, and pulled one earphone out.
"Optimus, are you okay?"
"I do not know," he admitted. "I can see you are upset with me."
"Huh?" You frowned, confused. "I'm not upset with you."
"What about this 'Ava'?" He questioned. "That you think I know. Because I am lost, (Name). I do not know an Ava."
You realised what must have happened, and suddenly started laughing. Optimus frowned, even more confused now, but waited for an explanation from you.
"Oh my gosh, you're so cute," you giggled, taking both your earphones out and stuffing them in your pockets as you made your way over to him. "My sweet, sweet Prime, there is no 'Ava'. I was listening to a song, and those were lyrics from the song. I didn't mean to make you panic, my love."
Optimus visibly relaxed, a smile forming on his lips again, "That is.good to hear. But I now question what you choose to listen to."
Your jaw dropped, because that is the closest Optimus would ever get to insulting something, "Are you saying my music taste is bad?" You were stunned. Nothing had prepared you for this.
Optimus chuckled, "Maybe you should listen to songs with nicer words. That do not imply infidelity."
You laughed at that and let him scoop you up so you could give him his daily dose of kisses. He, being oddly bold today, asked for more and cited your distressful prank as a reason, to which you only laughed more and obliged.
BUMBLEBEE
Bumblebee knows about Earth music. He's listened to it before, and Raf also introduced him to some new genres. Unfortunately, he still does not realise that lyrics are just lyrics, and in your case do not mean a thing.
It's been a quiet week for the bots, so your great idea to make the base livelier was a prank war. So far it was going in the humans' favour, but the bots were quick learners. They had some pretty creative ideas for pranks, as you and the other human kids found out.
Especially Bumblebee, that guy was a menace. It's always the quiet ones.
After you'd been terrified by a fake spider and turned to run away, only to get a face full of pie, you suddenly got an idea. It was one you'd had for a while, but you hadn't planned to use it until now.
You walked into base the following day, your hair/(other) covering your earphones, and walked up to Bumblebee. Before he could greet you, you launched into song, putting on your best impression of anger.
"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"
If Bumblebee's optics could get any wider, they probably would have. He instantly beeped and whirred in a panic, rushing to you and shaking his servos and helm frantically. Saying he didn't even know an Ava, and he would never evem dream of having another girl when he already has you. He was so cute and sweet about it that you kind of felt bad.
"Bee-"
He interrupted you with more beeps and whirrs, hurriedly trying to reassure you that he was so attached to you and you only that he doesn't even acknowledge the existence of other girls, except maybe Miko but that's because her existence is hard to ignore. That made you giggle, and you shook your head with a smile.
"Bee, it was a prank."
He beeped, what.
You laughed even more at how offended he got, "Baby, I know you don't know an Ava. That's just a song I like to listen to. After the fake spider fiasco yesterday, I figured I owed you one."
He whined, but that's just mean!
"So is pranking me with the very bug you know I'm terrified of!"
He claimed this was different, and admitted that for a moment he was afraid you were serious and you were going to leave him and he would have had no idea why. He called you mean again, saying you hurt his feelings, but that last part you could tell was more teasing.
"Aw, I'm so sorry my baby," you cooed, beckoning him closer to offer him kisses. "I just wanted to get my very crestive prankster boyfriend back. But I promise I will never do it again."
He hummed satisfactorily.
SMOKESCREEN
Smokescreen is so cute that you almost don't want to prank him. He's been nothing but sweet, adoring and loving towards you, and it makes you feel guilty that you want to play what seems like a mean prank on him. But Miko encourages you, saying Smokescreen isn't that sensitive and will actually appreciate the prank since it will liven things up around the base.
You weren't so sure, but proceeded with the prank anyway. Plugging in your earphones and hiding them with your hair/(other), you played the song and walked into the main area where everyone was gathered. Miko hushed Jack as he was talking to her, confusing the poor boy.
"(Name)!" Smokescreen lit up, excited to see you as always. He had no idea that you couldn't hear anything he said.
"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"
"~I bet she's dyin' to date ya, and be your entire world~"
You had pulled out your earphones to hear his response, only to listen to him sing the next part of the chorus. Your jaw dropped, as did Miko's and everybody else's.
"Plot twist," the younger girl commented.
"Smokescreen, what?" You blinked, confused. "That's not how this was supposed to go."
Your boyfriend chuckled, kneeling down to get closer to you, "Sweetspark, pretty girl, light of my life, you didn't seriously expect me to not see through your little prank? I cling to you like glue! So I wouldn't know an Ava, because everywhere you've been, I've been."
"I...yeah, that's true," you sighed. "Oh well."
"Also, I may have learned the lyrics to all the songs you like," he admitted, his faceplates heating up, "I figured it might come in handy if you ever wanted to belt them out while I was driving...I could at least do that with you too."
Your cheeks burned, a warm feeling filling you, "That's... actually incredibly sweet, Smoke. Now I feel even guiltier."
Smokescreen lifted you up onto his servo and shot you one of his brightest smiles, "Don't be! I think it's cute that you tried to prank me, baby. But you underestimate just how much I know about you."
"Clearly," you laughed, then leaned in to kiss his faceplates. "You're cuter. Come on, show me stuff you like then. I want to learn yours too."
And the others didn't see you two for the rest of the day.
KNOCK OUT
Knock Out doesn't care very much for human culture. He's only into the vehicles because they look good, but other than that he's not a fan. However, since becoming attached to you he has found himself growing intrigued by the things that you did. You were cute, and everything you did was cute in his opinion.
The one thing he knows the least about, though, is human music. He listens to the radio occasionally, and sees some movies at drive-in theatres, but he doesn't listen to any music. Still, he can be pretty devious when he wants to be, and can flip the situation around with ease - after all, he is a Decepticon and trickery is their brand.
"What did you do while I was gone, darling?" The red mech asks as he finally returns from yet another mission.
You, with one earphone in and one out, immediately launch into song, "~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"
"Ah, yes, you found out," he didn't miss a beat, "That's my other human girlfriend I go see when I'm not here."
"Knock Out!" You glared at him and tried to look for something to throw at him.
He chuckled and came over to where you were sitting, "Pretty girl, you started it. Like I told the Autobots' humans, you can't con a con. But it was a cute attempt."
You huffed, crossing your arms, "You're just mean!"
"Oh, I'm the mean one?"
"Yes!"
His expression softened, a rare side of him coming out as he gently lifted you up into his servos, being mindful not to poke you by accident.
"You are my only human, you know that," he spoke softly, gently, "And will only ever be. I can barely tolerate any other."
For a moment you side-eyed him, much to his amusement, but then you caved and uncrossed your arms, eyes meeting his blood-red optics.
"That was actually sweet, Knock Out. Thank you," you smiled.
"Sweet enough to merit a kiss?" He grinned deviously.
"Of course," you leaned in and went to kiss his faceplate, but he had other ideas.
That being turning his head so that your lips met his own instead. Cheeky Decepticon.
WHEELJACK
He is both the easiest and hardest target for this. On one hand, he knows absolutely nothing about humans and your culture, but on the other he is so faithful thst pranking him with a lyric implying unfaithfulness was going to be difficult. He didn't care much for humans, but you were his favourite, so why would he ever go for another?
Still, you thought it would be funny to try. Your mischievousness was one of the reasons Wheeljack liked you so much, and if you weren't planning something he would be suspicious. The problem was...each day you had something different. He could never predict what you were going to do next. He both liked it and felt uneasy about it.
He had just returned from rescuing June and Fowler from Knock Out, when you decided to hit him with the damning lyrics.
"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"
Miko tried her best to hold in her giggle, Jack and Raf shaking their heads in dismay. Wheeljack stopped in his tracks, his optics landing on you, who was glaring at him - or at least pretending to.
"What did you say, sweetheart?" He came over to the railing.
"~I bet she's tryin' to date ya, and be your entire world?~" You tried to sound confident, but the second part of the chorus came out more like an uneasy question.
Wheeljack smirked, "That so? Well tell Ava she can get lost. I'm already dating someone, my very troublesome little woman."
Your cheeks burned, "You're no fun."
"It's cute when you cause trouble," he chuckled, "But when it comes to you, I don't play." He scooped you up and put you on his shoulder. "Now come on. I'd rather not have to stick around with the commander." He briefly looked at Ultra Magnus before carrying you off.
"You gonna tell me what happened?"
"Nah, your little prank lifted my mood. Don't wanna bring it back down again."
You grinned triumphantly, "I cheered you up?!"
"You always do, sweetheart."
SOUNDWAVE
You didn't even get a chance to try. The silent mech was notorious for knowing about everything that happened on the ship, so you knew that there was a slim chance of you getting away with your little prank. That and the fact that Soundwave didn't seem like the type to engage in such a trivial human activity.
But you got lucky eventually. Well, lucky and unlucky. After a crash landing, Megatron had infused the ship with Dark Energon, and it had turned on the Decepticons. Even Soundwave had been shut down, which was a very rare occurrence. So when everything returned to normal, and Soundwave rebooted, he was not exactly as aware or alert as he usually is. He needed to power down properly, get his systems back in order, before he returned to his duties. However, him entering his berthroom yielded an unexpected surprise.
"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~" You sang, and for once you caught the Decepticon off-guard.
In this state, Soundwave was disoriented. He could not differentiate between prank, joke, or serious accusation so he immediately assumed the worst. Because he had been shut down, he thought in the time that had lapsed he had somehow woken up and done something to upset you.
Did I meet someone new and just do not remember it? Appeared on his visor. Followed by a worried-looking emoji. I am sorry.
That's how you knew Soundwave was not okay. He would usually either dismiss your prank entirely, or shake his helm in dismay st your antics. But he never, ever fell for them, and now you felt bad.
"No, no, no," you quickly shook your head and rushed over to him as he sat down on his berth, a little wobbly. "It was a prank, I'm sorry. You don't know an Ava, I know that. Are you okay?"
Need to reboot systems, he typed. As my one and only human, I require you to stay with me.
"Of course, Soundwave," you rested against his chassis when he put you there. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
And you smiled at the 'one and only human' part, even though you had already known Soundwave was extremely loyal. But it was always nice to hear/read.
SHOCKWAVE
You don't even try to prank this guy. First of all, he's too busy working all the time to entertain your pranks, and secondly you're too nervous to prank him because he's so intimidating. You might be dating him, but even you are a little scared of him still.
So you're sitting on his table, near one of his tools, and you have your earphones plugged in. A song you like starts playing, and you hum along to it for a few seconds before you unintentionally sing the chorus out loud.
"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"
Shockwave looks up from his work, a little confused by those words, "I do not know any human except for you. I would not know who this...Ava, is."
Your face burns, "No, no, it's just a song. It's not real, even I don't know an Ava. Never knew one. I just like the song."
Shockwave tilted his helm, puzzled by why you would like a song that explores the theme of unfaithfulness and a girl's boyfriend being pursued by another girl. Humans were weird.
"I do not understand."
"That's okay," you smiled at him. "Never mind. I'll keep it down."
Shockwave shook his helm, "No need. Your noise does not disturb me. Carry on."
That was as close to "I like hearing your voice" as you'd get with him, so you nodded and continued to listen to your songs. Smiling at the fact that his first reaction was to reassure you that you were his only human.
"You are cute."
That casually-thrown compliment was jarring, and you looked up at the scientist, "What?"
"Me simply reminding you that you alone are mine made you smile. That was cute. Is that not the word humans use?"
"No, no, it is, I'm just not used to hearing you say it."
A series of beeps alerted Ratchet to the fact that the scout was currently unavailable, and as the medic turned he spotted you sleeping soundly on Bee's chassis.
"Are you kidding m-"
Bee interrupted him with another beeped statement, claiming that there were other bots in the base who could provide assistance.
"Ugh, fine."
As Raf explained the unwritten human rule that you're not allowed to get up if a cat is sleeping on you, Bee looked down at your slumbering form. He found it cute how you'd just curled up on him and went to sleep, much like a cat, enjoying the warmth he provided.
You woke up an hour later, to see that Bumblebee hadn't moved at all and was just watching you with his big, blue optics. He whirred happily as you set eyes on him.
"Yes, I did sleep very well Bee," you smiled and stretched. "Thank you." As you looked around the base, you noticed he was the only Autobot present aside from Ratchet. "What happened to everyone else?"
Bumblebee beeped and whirred some more, explaining that the others were helping Optimus out with a situation.
"Why didn't you go, Bee?" You asked curiously.
He answered by saying you were sleeping.
Your eyes went wide, "Bee, you could have moved me! What if Optimus needed you?" You felt guilty about being the one who kept him in base.
Bumblebee disagreed, saying you were too cute to move and then mentioned the unwritten human rule, making you laugh.
"You're lucky we're no longer short of bots."
He laughed with you, before nuzzling his warm faceplates against your smaller face. You enjoyed the affectionate gesture, bringing your arms up to hug his helm. The only thing you could get your arms around.
featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader
summary - the bots have trouble witnessing you interact with/stare at another bot/human, and you think it's cute/funny
warnings - none
*(R/M/N) - random male name
OPTIMUS PRIME
Optimus is far from a jealous guy. He trusts you with every fibre of his being, and he does not and will never doubt you because his faith in you is that strong. He knows how dedicated and committed you are to him, so he never has to worry about that. It's just that sometimes he is unsure of himself because he is big, alien and unaccustomed to human tradition.
When Fowler brings in a human soldier to assist with missions that require human intervention, Optimus is initially agreeable to the idea. There has been a need for someone to run interference for the bots when Fowler wasn't available, which was evident a few times during the course of the last few months.
"This is Private (R/M/N)," Fowler introduced him when everyone, imcluding you and the other humans, were gathered all together. "The department has decided that a younger and more...active," he said the word disdainfully, "human recruit was needed."
Miko let out a giggle, earning Fowler's glare, and you had to try your hardest to keep from grinning. It was kind of funny.
"Private, this is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots," Fowler went on to gesture at your lover. "I trust that you will work well together." And with that, the older man left.
(R/M/N) and Optimus spoke for a moment, before the human soldier turned his attention towards you and Jack, Raf and Miko. He looked relieved at the sight of other humans, and made his way over to join your group.
"Hi," he smiled sheepishly, "Is it as every bit daunting as I think it is spending so much time around these titans?"
"You get used to it," Miko grinned. "So, how many battles have you been in?"
"Miko!" You and Jack scolded simultaneously.
"No, it's okay," (R/M/N) chuckled, "I don't think I've seen as much war as Optimus, but I've been on a few rough assignments in rough places." He then launched into an explanation.
While the soldier spoke, Optimus walked over to listen. But he was quickly distracted when (R/M/N) began to only look at you, and began exaggerating his heroics in a blatant attempt to impress you. No one noticed except for Jack and Optimus, who exchanged looks.
"Excuse me, Private, (R/M/N)," the Prime finally decided to cut in when he'd had enough of the soldier's flirtatious looks and subtle flirting, "May I borrow my partner, (Name), for a moment?"
"Oh, you guys are dating?" He sounded disappointed. "Sure."
You were happy to go off with Optimus, as always. You had no idea he was feeling a little jealous, until you noticed that he wasn't talking about anything as you guys walked away.
"Optimus," you called for his attention, smirking, "Are you perhaps...a little jealous, of the new guy?"
"I do not know what you mean," he pretended to be clueless.
"Uh huh...So what did you need me for?"
"I needed you for...cuddling," he ended up saying, the word still sounding foreign in his voice. Which only gave him away further.
You laughed, "That's cute. You don't have to be jealous of that guy, babe. You're way more impressive, and I think we've established that my type is a certain big, strong and handsome Prime. There's nothing for you to worry about at all."
He seemed to relax after you said this, a smile forming on his lips, "That is good to hear. Thank you, (Name)."
"Anything for you."
BUMBLEBEE
Bumblebee trusts you with his entire spark. But his jealousy often stems from the fact that he's an alien robot who is so much bigger than you and thus harder for you to love, and that he can't speak to you like a normal person/Cybertronian. You, of course, understand him and constantly reassure him that you love him regardless of his inability to speak, and regardless of how big or alien he is. He's your Bumblebee, and you do everything you can to remind him of that.
But when Fowler introduces a new recruit, a human soldier to run interference when he's unavailable, Bumblebee starts to get uneasy just knowing that there's a human male your age (Jack too, but Bumblebee trusts Jack) around the base.
"Huh, maybe this won't be so bad after all," (R/M/N) commented after his eyes settled on you, and he started to approach.
Bumblebee's jealousy is ignited in that moment, and fueled by his inability to tell the soldier off for that remark. He crossed his large arms and became a pouty, cross scout, watching you talk to the soldier.
"They're fun to be around," you were telling him. "It's sometimes frightening, but these are the good ones. They're like family now."
"It must be hard having to keep this secret to yourself," he moved closer, sympathetic. "I'm open to being a confidant if you ever need one."
Bumblebee started complaining and whining to Smokescreen, the closest bot to him. He was asking your guardian to tell the soldier off for him, because his flirting was setting Bee off. Smokescreen found this amusing, much to Bee's chagrin.
But you noticed your scout was distressed, and excused yourself to go and approach him, "Bee, sweetheart, are you alright?"
He crossed his arms and pretended to be nonchalant, but when he said 'what do I care if you're making another male friend', you started laughing as you realised what was wrong.
"Bumblebee, are you jealous?"
He beeped and whirred defensively, claiming that he wasn't jealous and he was completely fine and nothing was wrong. All of this made you laugh even harder, and he whined in complaint.
"I'm sorry baby," you giggled, "I just think it's so funny and so cute how you're jealous of someone who I wouldn't even look twice at. Seriously, he's nothing compared to you, my one and only." You started scaling his leg. "You are the only one I have my eyes on Bee, and I won't talk to him any more than I have to because I have my incredibly wonderful boyfriend to spend all my time with. I enjoy our conversations more, even if you're unable to talk, okay? I always have, and I always will."
He felt better after you said that, and scooped you up when you had just reached his waist. He held you in his servo for a moment before nuzzling your smaller form against his face, making you giggle and wrap your arms around his helm.
"My sweet Bumblebee," you kept telling him, praising him and flustering him until he'd forgotten what he was jealous about.
KNOCK OUT
Unsurprisingly, Knock Out never had any fears about you leaving him for someone better, because he considered himself the best. The best looking, the best lover, the best physician, etc. That and he felt secure in your relationship, he knew you wouldn't want to leave him even if you could. You were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. His pretty little human girlfriend.
Unfortunately, he did not consider that you might be in awe of one of the Autobots.
He had taken you out of the warship to let you get some fresh air, as he did so every week. Being stuck on the Nemesis wasn't good for a human, that much he knew, and you needed to get more human food anyway.
He didn't expect it to turn into a high speed chase with the Autobots.
"Is that Bumblebee?" You suddenly asked, looking out the window at a black-and-yellow vehicle speeding up beside Knock Out. "That's such a cool car!"
Knock Out let out a growl, before ramming the Autobot a little harder than necessary. The scout spun off the road, and you laughed.
"Jealous much?"
"I am not jealous!" He protested, "I always do that to the Autobots."
"Right..."
You continued to watch the yellow Autobot pursue your boyfriend, amazed at how quick and agile the scout was. He was skilled for a mere scout, and you wondered why he hasn't been promoted.
"Stop admiring Bumblebee!" Knock Out hissed, jealousy clear as daylight in his voice.
"I'm not!"
"I can see you staring!"
"Okay, okay, sorry," you laughed, finding his reaction cute. "But you know you're much better than he is, right? I don't have to tell you that."
He called for an emergency groundbridge, and sped into it the moment it opened. He liked to taunt the Autobots, but he didn't want to risk it with you inside. His first priority was to get you to safety so they wouldn't take you away from him, and apparently ignore you like a little child because of what happened.
"Knock Out, babe," you laughed, "Why are you pouting?"
"I'm not pouting!"
You raised an eyebrow, "You finally speak to me."
"Sorry, I thought you wanted to talk to Bumblebee," he responded dryly.
"So you were jealous!" You smirked, then tried to get closer to him. "You don't have to be, you know. He's cool but nowhere near as cool as you. I mean you're sleek, shiny and you've got the best paintjob I've ever seen." In times like this, buttering him up usually worked. "You're the most attractive Cybertronian I have ever seen, and I love watching you fight because of the way you move. You have a certain elegance to your movements, which I think is really impressive."
He side-eyed (optic-ed?) you for a moment, before giving in, "Fine. Come here."
You grinned and rushed to his open servo.
SMOKESCREEN
Smokescreen gets jealous a little too easily. He's not an insecure bot, but he does worry that since he isn't from here and he's not like you, maybe one day you'd get tired of not being able to do everything human couples can and you'd leave him for a human. He trusts you, but sometimes he's reminded that you're both very different and it hits him hard. Fortunately, you do everything to ensure him that you are not going to leave him and that you actually prefer him over any human boy.
However, his jealousy returns when Agent Fowler brings another human to the base. This one is a soldier, a young one just a little older than you, but not by much. Fowler said it was because the soldier could help when he was unavailable, but Smokescreen was not impressed.
"Do you ever get used to having giants walk around you?" (R/M/N) asked you when the introductions had ended.
"Eventually," you answered. "They're careful where they walk, in case you're worried about about that."
Because you and the soldier were similar ages, you could talk about a few things you couldn't with your younger human friends. So when you spent an inordinate amount of time talking to him, you didn't see anything wrong with that. But Smokescreen, the clingy bot he was, wanted your attention now. And it was annoying him that you were still talking to (R/M/N).
"Hey, sorry to interrupt but I just need (Name) for a moment," the young bot cut in, scooping you up without waiting for a response from you or (R/M/N).
You laughed, noticing the irritated look on his usually cheerful face, "I didn't think it was possible for you to get jealous, you're so happy and optimistic all the time. What's got you so worried, hmm?"
"Nothing," he grumbled, not meeting your eyes. "I'm fine."
You found it cute how he thought he could lie to you, "You don't have to worry about (R/M/N), you know. I don't plan on being with anyone but you. You're the coolest guy I know, and I don't think I could feel this way about anyone else. Now stop pouting, you big baby. I'm all yours."
He mumbled something unintelligible but gave in, letting you kiss his cheek. Instantly his worries melted away and he was smiling again, that bright smile you loved so much.
"Do you really mean that?" He asked, still a little nervous.
"I really mean it, Smokescreen," you assured him, "I promise. You are my one and only and no human guy is going to change that."
"Oh so I should be worried about Cybertronian guys, then?"
"I never said that!" When he started laughing, you grumbled, "I think I liked it better when you were jealous." And he just laughed even more at that.
WHEELJACK
Wheeljack doesn't get jealous a lot, if not ever. He feels secure enough in your relationship to trust that you won't leave him for any human guy, and he's not worried about the Autobot mechs. Much less the Decepticon ones. He just sometimes doesn't like how someone talks to you, or he'll get annoyed when you spend so much time talking to someone else and not enough time with him. Because yes, sometimes he just wants you and when you're occupied he tends to sulk. Everyone knows when, because he's a lot moodier than usual.
Like now, for example. Agent Fowler had brought in another human to help the team, in case he was ever unavailable. To make matters worse, it was a human male soldier that had tons of stories to tell, which piqued yours and Miko's interest.
Wheeljack had just finished a mission with Bulkhead and Ultra Magnus - much to his chagrin, he had been forced to go with Optimus's second-in-command. When he returned with those two, he noticed you and Miko sitting with the new guy and listening to yet another one of his stories.
"...but he timed the explosive wrong, so we were thrown a few feet into the air while trying to get out of the house. His eyebrow was scorched off, but he laughed the whole situation off like it was nothing."
Miko said something bizarre about eyebrows, while you managed a small laugh. You hadn't seemed to notice that the Wreckers were back, and it only added to Wheeljack's irritation.
"His stories better than mine, sweetheart?" The bot walked over, and didn't even try to hide the annoyance in his tone.
"Huh?" You were confused, but then shook your head, "No, of course not. He was just telling us about one of his closest encounters."
"You call that a close encounter?" Wheeljack scoffed, then looked at Bulkhead, "If only he knew."
You raised an eyebrow, starting to suspect. Wheeljack never boasted about his own adventures unless he was trying to make a point or he was feeling cooped up and wanted to convince someone to let him go track a con to beat up.
"Yeah, you must have some crazy stories," (R/M/N) agreed.
You laughed and stood up, going over to the Wrecker who was narrowing his optics at the human soldier, "Something the matter? Is the big, strong Wrecker intimidated by a human?"
"Intimidated?" He growled, "I'm not intimidated."
"Then what is it?"
"What's what?"
"Wheeljack."
He sighed, holding his servo out to you to get onto, "I just don't like that he's taking up your time with his boring stories."
You laughed again, "Boring? Oh, you are jealous."
He looked at you sceptically, and you laughed once more as he spoke, "Jealous of a small human who hasn't even seen half the things I have? Not a chance."
"Okay, tough guy. But you don't have to be upset, I like listening to your stories more. They're way more exciting," you kissed his faceplate.
"That's right. Don't you forget it."
SOUNDWAVE
Soundwave doesn't express emotions around anyone but you. And even then, he uses the screen on his visor to communicate. However, that doesn't mean that he doesn't feel. He doesn't feel as strongly as others, but he still feels. But he doesn't show it in the way others do. Unfortunately, since you came under his care he found himself doing a lot of things unexpected of him.
You liked to talk. You spoke enough for both you and the silent Decepticon, and he listened intently. When you spoke to him, he gave you all his attention knowing he can't talk back. And some very small part of him thinks that it troubles you that he doesn't talk to you.
He's not at all disappointed or upset when you make a friend in Knock Out, who loves to talk about himself to you. Soundwave is content that you have someone to have animated discussions with while he's busy, but eventually it gets to a point where you hang out more with Knock Out than you do with him.
Like today, he finished a task for Megatron and walked to his berthroom, expecting to find you reading and waiting for him like you usually did. However, you weren't there, so he proceeded to check Knock Out's lab. And you were there, lying asleep against one of Knock Out's tools, though Soundwave noted it wasn't a dangerous one.
"Ah Soundwave, I was just about to call you," the mad doctor approached. "She fell asleep a little while ago."
The silent Decepticon nodded and picked you up gently, holding you in a manner that didn't disturb your nap. Without another word to Knock Out, he left with you and took you back to his berthroom. You woke up on his berth, and looked around in confusion.
"Soundwave?" You called, noticing he was for once not looking at you. And he was obviously aware you were awake. "What's wrong?"
He typed something out on his screen: you fell asleep in the lab so I brought you here.
"I'm sorry," you apologised, feeling guilty though you didn't know why. "I just lost track of time. And I didn't want to disrupt your work, I know you're handling something important for Megatron."
He shook his head, then typed out: I can do both. You do not disturb me. I also like to see you at any given moment.
You smiled at that, "I'll keep that in mind next time."
He responded with another message saying that he's going to try and finish earlier so he can spend a little time with you before you sleep. He would never admit it, but he was jealous of how often you got to see others because he was always working. Maybe he needed to change that.
SHOCKWAVE
Like Soundwave, Shockwave is often busy because Megatron entrusts him with so many important projects and tasks. He barely has time some days to spend with you, as you're usually asleep when he's finally done. He is content with holding your sleeping form, but he would rather you be awake to tell him about your day.
So when you make another friend aboard the ship, Shockwave doesn't think much of it at first but soon realises that his busy schedule is pushing you towards someone else, even if it's not purposely.
You suddenly ran into the lab giggling and laughing as you looked over your shoulder. Laserbeak followed seconds later, the little metal bird entertaining you while Shockwave worked. He had to admit, he didn't think Soundwave would have been the best option for a friend for you, but he was the least hostile. You were probably safer with him than any others.
That thought made Shockwave stop for a moment, an ugly feeling filling him. He was by no means insecure, but he knew he could be too engrossed in his work, and he knew he was physically imposing. He'd scared you the first time you'd met, and he often wondered how safe you felt around him.
"Soundwave's surveillance drone seems to like you," the scientist noted as he continued his work, glancing at you once to make sure he knew where you were.
"Oh, yeah!" You beamed. "Soundwave added a new feature that allows Laserbeak to actually interact with me!"
You sounded so excited that Shockwave turned to look at you, seeing how much fun you were having. He didn't have anything that could elicit such laughter from you, and a small part of him was tempted to shoot Laserbeak.
"If you would like, I can create something even better for you," he suggested, "You could help me design it." Maybe that was also an excuse to have you around him more often.
Your eyes lit up at the idea, and you sent Laserbeak back to Soundwave as you climbed onto Shockwave's table, "That sounds fun! What do we start with?"
Shockwave was so good at hiding his emotions, you didn't even know he had been jealous. But your eagerness to help him and spend time with him above everyone else is what put him at ease, knowing he wouldn't be so easily replaced because you were so attached to him.
featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader
summary - a new female recruit makes you feel inferior and insignificant, though your Cybertronian lover is quick to reassure you
warnings - slight angst
*(R/F/N) - random female name
a/n - i tried to make Knock Out's angsty like the others, i really did. but we all know that bot is too interested in himself to be interested in another 😭 also, i had no inspiration for Soundwave's or Shockwave's so theirs might be bad this time...sorry!
OPTIMUS PRIME
For a while there was nothing for you to be worried about. The only femme in the group was Arcee and she didn't even entertain the idea of romance, especially with any of the mechs currently in the team. So as far as you were the concerned, jealousy was never an issue in your relationship with the Prime.
Until a certain arrival changed that.
"Ratchet," your boyfriend's voice came through the comm-link, "Set a groundbridge for our coordinates. We will be arriving with a new recruit."
"Another one?" You asked, surprised. "They're coming in fast now."
You and the other human allies of the Autobots lined up at the railing to get a look at the new Autobot as the groundbridge opened. The usual suspects came through, before someone you had never seen before followed Optimus through.
A female Autobot. A very pretty one.
"This is (R/F/N)," Optimus introduced you all, then told her your names one by one, finishing with you. "And this is (Name)."
"Pleasure to meet you," you smiled up at her.
"The pleasure's all mine," she replied, though she didn't seem to be very interested in you or Jack, Raf and Miko. She turned to Optimus, smiling at him sweetly, "So this is your base? Would you like to show me around?"
You felt sick to your stomach. It was very obvious that this femme was interested in Optimus, whether or not her intentions were true or she just liked the idea of dating a Prime. You turned away from them, Optimus starting to agree to show her around when he noticed how upset you were.
"Actually, I believe Smokescreen would be better suited for that task," the Prime told her, before his footsteps drew closer to you. As she left with the younger bot, you felt him tap your shoulder. "Are you alright, (Name)?"
"Yes," you replied in a small voice. "I'm fine."
Optimus looked at Jack and Miko, who shook their heads to tell him you were not fine. You didn't turn to look at the Prime, which also indicated you were bothered by something.
"May I speak with you in private?" He asked hopefully, wanting to sort this out as soon as possible.
"...Fine."
You didn't mean to give him attitude, you hated snapping at Optimus. But you were jealous, no doubt about it, because he finally had a shot at a partner of his species.
"What bothers you?" He asked when you were in his berthroom.
Now that you were alone with him, you couldn't stop the flood of emotions that overwhelmed you, and your eyes became glassy.
"Do you like her?"
"Who?" He frowned. "(R/F/N)?"
"Yes."
"She is skilled in combat," he responded, "But I sense that is not what you mean."
"No, it's not," you confirmed, sighing and sitting on his berth dejectedly. "We both know you've never really had a chance to find a partner that's your species. Now that there is one, who seems interested in you, where does that leave me?"
"I have no need for a partner of my species," the large bot declared, coming to face-level with you. "I do, however, need my human partner. Who underestimates just how much I feel for her."
You looked up at him, surprised, "Really? You don't want someone like you? Someone you don't have to be gentle with?"
"(Name)," the Prime picked you up and placed you on his chassis, "You are what I want. That will not change, regardless of how many of my kind arrive here. You have nothing to worry about, for you will remain my partner regardless."
Your tears stopped brimming in your eyes at his words, and a shaky smile formed on your lips, "Thank you, Optimus. That's exactly what I needed to hear."
He smiled and held you close, aiming to prove to you that he will only ever want his sweet little human girlfriend.
BUMBLEBEE
It was no secret that the Autobots needed more bots. It was undeniable that the team has long since required new members to assist in the fight against the Decepticons and the battle to protect earth. So when another beacon alerted the base to its presence, you were excited to meet whoever else had arrived on your planet. Especially since Smokescreen had turned out to be so cool.
That excitement dwindled when you got your first look at the new arrival, who was a femme. A really pretty one, too. She was also young, much like Bumblebee, and it looked like the two knew each other.
That was confirmed when Bumblebee came over to you excitedly and beeped and whirred so fast you only caught 'old friend' and 'glad she's here'. You started feeling queasy, but you forced it down because he was just so cute when he was excited and you didn't want to ruin the mood.
"That's great, Bee. I'm glad she's okay." And you meant it. You would welcome any friend of Bee's with open arms, and she was just so nice you understood why Bee had made friends with her.
"Is this your human?" She smiled at you. "She's so pretty1"
"Thank you," you smiled back, forcefully. "I was just about to say the same to you."
Only Jack and Miko were aware of how you really felt, and to get you away from the awkward and uncomfortable situation they called out to you to join their game.
"What are we playing?" You asked them, trying not to look at where Bee and the new recruit, (R/F/N), were standing and talking.
You didn't have the heart to tell them you didn't really want to play. Though they could already tell, from how distracted you were by your thoughts.
"Earth to (Name)!" Miko waved a hand in front of your face.
You snapped out of it, "Oh, sorry...I think I'm just going to take a walk." Before any of them could reply, you got up and walked away.
Bee noticed you leave, his optics following your figure as you retreated down one of the long hallways of the base. He wasn't worried about you getting lost, you knew your way around, he was worried about the forlorn expression you had on your face.
He found you sitting against the concrete wall, your knees pulled up to your chest and chin resting on top. Your eyes had a faraway look in them, but what really struck him was the slight frown on your lips. He beeped in concern, earning your attention.
More beeps led you to find out she was with Smokescreen, as Bee had followed you out of concern when he noticed you looked down. Another beep asked you what was wrong.
"You've got a great friend," you told him, looking down. "But wouldn't she also make a great partner?"
The scout looked confused, then asked you what made you think that.
"It's just...you guys have a good friendship and I can see you've known each other a while...a lot longer than I've known you. And she's Cybertronian, a relationship with her would be so easy..."
Bumblebee disagreed, telling you that even though he's known you for a shorter time, his relationship with you is as easy and natural as transforming because you fit with him in a way she doesn't. He went on to say that he likes his relationship with you, and he loves you, so nothing and no one will change that and you don't have to be jealous because she can't compare to you in beauty, and she doesn't have your personality which he absolutely adores. In essence, she's not you.
"Bee..." You smiled up at him, his words warming your chest and maoing your heart swell. "That's really sweet...I didn't know you felt that strongly." You slowly stood up and beckoned him down so that you could kiss him. "I love you too, my cute scout."
He whirred happily and lifted you up onto his shoulder, relaxed now that he's made you feel better. He walks back to the others with you, but instead of going to talk to (R/F/N) again, he went with you to watch you beat Miko and Jack in their video game.
You soon forgot why you were even jealous in the first place, and when (R/F/N) told you that you and Bee made the cutest couple, all your worries were put to rest. He was yours, and would always be yours.
KNOCK OUT
You'd never had to worry about sharing Knock Out's attention before, because he was only worried about two things. His paintjob and you. Everything else was sidelined and not as important as you or his finish, especially if it had anything to do with the other Decepticons. And there had never been any female cons apart from Airachnid, so that wasn't ever an issue either.
Until now.
Starscream had been sent out with a few Seekers to investigate a signal that was coming from what seemed like a Decepticon stasis pod. He came back with the prettiest Cybertronian you'd ever seen, or maybe the second prettiest. Knock Out would always top the list. Nevertheless, you were a little intimidated, to say the least.
Especially when she started flirting with your mech. Insecurity welled up inside you, it would be so easy for him to just leave you for someone who's the same species.
"What a stunning finish," you could hear the femme saying, "I can't help but keep staring at it. Share your secret, Knock Out."
The mech was flattered by the praise, but he was too busy being pleased with himself to notice that she was flirting, "Why, thank you. That's the nicest thing any con has said to me."
"Well, there's more where that came from," she smirked at him, leaning in a little too close for your liking. "Would you buff mine?"
Her words ignited an ugly feeling in you, and you scoffed and rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms. She apparently didn't like this, turning to glare at you.
"Does your little pet have a problem with me?"
Knock Out was between the two of you in a second, shielding you protectively, "Has anyone ever told you that insulting someone won't earn you any favours?"
"I insulted the human-"
"And that's an insult to me," he cut her off. "She is my little girlfriend, and if you wish to speak ill of her, I'd be more than happy to schedule a dissection for you." For added effect, he morphed his servo into a scalpel.
You smiled when he did this for you, jealousy now replaced with admiration for the mech. You stared at him, a little in disbelief and a little in awe.
"You would pick the lowly human over one of your own?" She was stunned by the idea.
"I would pick her over anyone."
You felt your cheeks burn at those words, your heart thumping so wildly you feared it would break out of your chest. You felt giddy, the idea that you were his first choice always sending your heart soaring.
"Suit yourself then," she huffed and left the lab.
Knock Out turned to you, smirking, "Was my little human jealous?"
"Jealous?!" You protested. "Me? No way."
"Uh huh, and I'm blue," he replied sarcastically, chuckling. "I think it's rather cute that you were jealous of a femme that isn't even half the woman you are."
Your cheeks burned again, "Stop! You can't do that!"
"I'm not doing anything," he replied innocently, though his smirk told you that he knew very well what he was doing.
"Did you mean what you said earlier?" You asked him, serious now.
"Every word," he didn't hesitate to answer. "There was never a reason for you to be jealous of a femme, I can't date someone with a nicer finish than me."
You knew he meant well, but you face-palmed. Of course he had to say that, of course that had to be a factor. Nevertheless, you were comforted by the fact that he preferred you over femmes, for any reason at all.
"Now do I get a reward for being so sweet?" He asked you, tapping his faceplate with his long, sharp digit.
"As many as you want," you smiled and leaned up to kiss his faceplates multiple times.
SMOKESCREEN
When Smokescreen falls for you, he falls hard. He devotes himself to you, in a similar fashion to how he devotes himself to being the best he can be. When he does something, or when he loves, he puts every fibre of his being into it. There's no room for doubt with this bot, because he's so affectionate that sometimes it's hard to get away from him to do other things. He has once locked you in his vehicle form and pretended to be in power down to keep you from going home because he'd miss you too much.
So when an Autobot life signal pops up, you don't think much of it at first. And when the team brings back a new femme, you're not alarmed or anything. You're eager to make another friend, and that's all that's on your mind.
You think nothing of it when the femme comes in through the groundbridge a little too close to your Cybertronian boyfriend. She's smiling and chatting animatedly to him, but as soon as his optics found you in the base he's rushing over to introduce her to you, the most important thing he's ever had.
"(Name)! Look who we found!"
You found out that she used to be friends with Smokescreen before they got separated, although she seemed to have a different version of the story.
"Smoke, dear, you forget that we almost became sparkmates."
She said it so casually that one would think it's a meaningless comment, but her optics told you she'd mentioned it with malicious intent. That being to upset you, a human she didn't know but decided she didn't like just for being Smokescreen's girlfriend. You assumed he must have either rejected her or they'd been separated before they could begin to date.
You narrowed your eyes, but you couldn't deny that a part of you did feel jealous at the idea. Truth or not, you despised the idea of your loveable bot with anyone else. It hurt to even think about, so you did your best to not imagine Smokescreen with a Cybertronian lover, even though it would make more sense.
"Oh yeah, I remember that..." He mused, then launched into the story of how he'd met you, "And no one understands me better than she does!"
You smiled at the young mech, chest filled with warmth, until (R/F/N) decided to chime in with another dubious story.
"I miss our spot on Cybertron," she pressed, "It was such a nice view of Iacon." She sighed nostalgically, and then went on to describe how she missed meeting him there to just relax from the stress of the constant fighting, when they'd had breaks.
You realised then that you didn't have a special spot with Smokescreen here on Earth. That did dampen your mood a little, and a small frown formed on your lips. You had been together a while now, but the only places you ever went to with him were your house and this base. Maybe some recon missions, but nothing romantic.
"(Name), what's wrong?" Smokescreen asked you, ever the observant lover.
"Was it something I said?" (R/F/N) asked innocently.
"I'm just going to get some air," you got up and headed for the elevator that would take you the top of this rock.
"Wait, don't go!" Smokescreen went after you. "You have to tell her about-"
"Maybe later," you waved him off. "Enjoy reminiscing."
You had never gotten mad at him before, so this confused him. Of course, being the worried bot he was, he abandoned his conversation with (R/F/N) to join you up top.
"Seriously, did I do something?" His tone implied he was afraid it might be his fault.
You sighed, "No, Smoke. You didn't do anything." You pressed your thighs to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs. "Your friend is the problem, actually."
"(R/F/N)?" He asked, sitting beside you, "What did she do?" He easily picked you up and set you down on his leg.
"She kept going on and on about how you almost dated and how you guys had a special spot and everything," you admitted, "And it just occurred to me that we ARE dating and don't have a spot..." You looked up at him, eyes glassy. "And I can't help but think it would be more natural for you to be with one of your own kind."
He blinked once, twice, confused. Then he started to speak, and everything he said was exactly what you needed to hear, surprisingly.
"(R/F/N) and I never 'almost dated'. I don't know why she said that. She and I were always just friends, and the spot she was talking about was where we met so she could update me on the war, considering I was stuck on guard duty. I never looked at her in any other way, I promise. But when I met you...I don't think I've ever loved or will ever love anyone as much as you. You take up a lot of my thoughts, and I'm pretty sure it's obvious but I love your company. She may be my own species, but she's not the one that makes me feel special, she's not the one that makes me smile and she's not the one that I want to be around all day. You are. And I absolutely adore my little human girl, I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Thanks, Smokey," you smiled, climbing up to give his faceplates a loving kiss. "That means a lot to me. I love you too."
And the two of you sat there and watched the sunset, the view better than anything Smokescreen had ever seen on Cybertron. He decided then and there that this would be yours and his special spot, and he held you even closer.
WHEELJACK
When Wheeljack left to explore your planet to see if he'd stay, you both kind of left things up in the air. You'd shared one spur-of-the-moment kiss, and nothing more. So you weren't really sure where that left the two of you, especially since he was Cybertronian and you were human. That and he was unpredictable and you didn't know when he'd come back.
When he did come back, though, you hadn't expected it to be with a very pretty femme that only Bulkhead recognised, so you assumed she had been a Wrecker too.
"Hey, (R/F/N)!" The big green bot yelled excitedly, rushing over to greet her. "You found another one, Jackie!"
"Yeah, turns out she's been exploring this rock for a while, doing the same as me. Trying to see if it's worth staying to join Team Prime," Wheeljack explained, grinning at them both.
"And?" Bulkhead prompted.
"I think it's worth it," (R/F/N) grinned. "The native life forms are cute too."
Miko, who had been rooting for you and Wheeljack to get together ever since you had met him, looked at you in concern. You just took a deep breath and walked away, failing to hide the jealousy bubbling to the surface.
"I'm fine."
Wheeljack looked over when he noticed Miko chasing after you, and for a moment he was confused. You were usually happy to see him, and after that kiss he thought he'd earned more than a greeting. Then he dismissed the thought, but your sudden departure nagged at him until he decided to follow you too. He stopped when he overheard you and Miko talking.
"But he likes YOU, (Name)! I'm sure of it!"
"Doesn't seem like it," you replied, and your voice sounded... sad. "Look, if he wants someone that's the same species as him, I'm not going to stand in the way. Plus, she's a Wrecker too. He probably spent lots of time with her so she knows him better than I do. She'd be a perfect fit...everything I'm not." You looked down, sighing heavily.
Wheeljack had no idea what to do with this information. He couldn't approach you now, he wouldn't know what to say. So he decided to go to Bulkhead, who knew more about humans than he did.
When you returned to the main area of the base, where everyone was still gathered, you walked right past Wheeljack. Again, no greeting. You headed towards the other humans, but Wheeljack scooped you up before you could get there.
"Hey! Let me go!" You protested, struggling against his grip.
"No," he denied, transforming and locking you in his vehicle form, "You and I need to talk, and you need to stop avoiding me." Then he took off, out of the base.
"There's nothing to talk about," You insisted, crossing your arms. "But your Wrecker friend, she's nice. Good choice."
He sighed, "I'm sure she'd approve that the human I want has such an attitude. I've always known you were feisty sweetheart, but this is something else. You angry about something? Or maybe jealous?"
You scoffed, "Jealous? Why would I be?"
"Because we both know that neither of us has forgotten that kiss," he suddenly came to a stop. "Now come on, admit it. And then I'll tell you who I really want."
"Annoying as ever," you grumbled, "But fine, yes I'm jealous. Can you blame me? She's not only a Cybertronian, but a Wrecker too! She's the obvious choice for you, it just makes sense. You and I...we don't make sense."
"When has that ever stopped me?" He questioned. "Look, I brought (R/F/N) back because I thought Bulk would be happy to see her. And maybe I was looking for an excuse to see you."
"Why?"
"Because my choice is you, (Name). I want you."
Your eyes widened at his confession, your heartbeat picking up pace. You found yourself getting flustered, cheeks burning.
"Yeah, well, unfortunately I want you too."
SOUNDWAVE
Soundwave keeps to himself, with only you and Laserbeak as his companions. He only needs your company, so you never have to worry about his attention being divided or shared. When he wasn't busy doing tasks for Megatron, he spent his time with you, teaching you about Cybertron and its culture while you did the same for him about Earth and humans.
That changed when Starscream found another femme for the group, one that instantly recognised your lover. He didn't know her, but she seemed to know everything about him. While it was kind of creepy, you were also a little jealous.
Soundwave never got irritated, he was a very patient bot. So her hanging around him and constantly chatting to him never got to him, but it was getting to you. It was harder to spend time with him alone now that he had a fangirl around the ship.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"Oh, I know about that!"
"I can accompany you to retrieve the relic, if you'd like."
At each remark or suggestion, you became increasingly annoyed. And maybe a little jealous, because she could join Soundwave on missions without the risk of getting hurt too badly. You were always stuck on the ship, never allowed to go anywhere.
"Fine. Go with Soundwave."
You heard her start rambling excitedly after Megatron gave her permission, and you sighed from where you stood and made your way back to Soundwave's berthroom.
Now you trusted Soundwave more than anything, and you never doubted him. But you didn't like the way this femme felt as if she could invade his personal space, just because he couldn't verbally tell her he didn't want her to. And you didn't like the fact that they would be alone for majority of the day while you sulked in the berthroom without a clue what was going on, or what she was doing.
They came back a few hours later, as you had gotten comfortable on his berth with a book. You didn't look up as he came in, and didn't even speak even though he knew you were aware he had arrived. He sat down next to you, using a slender digit to push your book down to reveal your face, and his screen lit up with a question mark.
"Nothing," you told him, putting your book back up.
He wouldn't give up, and pulled the book out of your hands instead. Placing it down gently next to you, he brought his large visor close to your face and again displayed a question mark. That was then followed by a heart, meaning he's worried because he cares.
You sighed and curled up with your legs against your chest, "It's really nothing, Soundwave. Nothing important anyway."
His screen suddenly showed a picture of (R/F/N), and then an angry emoji. You struggled to hide your growing smile, his method of communication never failing to make you giggle.
"Okay, yes, I don't like her. She's too...excited, especially around you. Not to mention, she can go on missions with you and I can't..."
He started to type on his visor now, showing you when he was done: She is too eager, but I do not pay any attention to her. ANd when we are out on missions, I only think about you.
As you read this you smiled, feeling a little better. He always knew just how to comfort you, and what to tell you when you were feeling down. He continued to reassure you that you didn't need to be jealous because he would much rather prefer your company on missions than her, but he also loves you just the way you are. He told you he adores his little human, and that he finds you cute. He also reminded you that you were special, because he usually leaves humans alone, and assured you that no femme was going to change that.
You beamed up at him in response, "I already knew that, I guess I just get worried sometimes that we can't do everything together because we're not the same."
He typed out that you never had to worry about that because he's actually glad he can keep you out of harm's way, and this way he can never lose you. He also typed out that he doesn't care that you're not like him because his affection for you was not based on your species or form, but rather who you were and how you treated him.
"Okay," you finally relaxed, smiling fully now. "Thank you, Soundwave. You always know just what to say." You kissed his visor, and a heart popped up, making you smile even more.
SHOCKWAVE
Shockwave was a unique Cybertronian. Not only did he absolutely terrify both Autobots and Decepticons alike, not only was he physically imposing, but his intelligence far outshone that of any of the bots you knew. He was also emotionally detached, from everything and everyone except you. He only showed emotion to you, and others got the steely glare of his one red optic. He was content with just you in his lab, keeping him company, and he liked to show you his experiments and explain what he was doing. He never minded sharing his knowledge with you, and he never cared that you weren't as scientifically inclined as he was.
It also never truly bothered you until Megatron found a femme partner for him in the lab, after Knock Out's and Starscream's blatant failure with the zombie Breakdown. He wanted someone to keep a close eye on Knock Out while helping speed up Project Predacon, but instead got a femme much more interested in your boyfriend.
"Can I suggest a more prudent path?" You woke up from a nap to hear her asking Shockwave. She then went on to say a bunch of scientific words and terms that you didn't understand.
"I see. That would be most logical."
You looked at him in disbelief, unable to comprehend the fact that he was outsmarted by this femme. If he was so intelligent, how intelligent did she have to be to come up with a different solution? And why did you feel so jealous that she was that smart? Why was it making you feel so inferior?
Shockwave seemed to notice your silence. He would usually enjoy your chatter while working, secretly listening to everything you said while maintaining his focus. But right now you were just sitting there staring at him, or maybe staring at his new lab partner. And he did not like the expression on your face. It was a mixture of hurt, embarrassment and sadness, none of which he ever wanted to inflict on you.
"(R/F/N), could you please show this to Lord Megatron?" Shockwave asked her, handing her a tablet.
"But-" She tried to protest.
"It is our status report," he cut her off, "He will require it."
When she was gone, the scientist came over to where you were sitting and lowered himself so that he could be eye-level with you. His face was just his optic, but his voice showed concern.
"Little one, why do you look so upset? Have I done something?"
"No," you shook your head, "It's not you."
He paused, waiting for you to continue, but you didn't so he spoke again, "Would you like to inform me of the reason?"
You sighed and finally met his gaze, transfixed almost instantly by his glowing red optic, "I've just never felt more inferior or more dumb than I do now. She's so smart and she knows everything you do and seems like such a perfect match for you. I'm a human who knows very little about Cybertronian science and can't physically help you in the lab..."
He listened intently, not moving an inch as you told him about your insecurities and how you were jealous of how easy it was for them to work together.
"I do not require any assistance from her," Shockwave told you, "But I sometimes require assistance from you. Your company helps to remind me that I am not alone anymore, and even though you cannot physically help me with my projects, you make them easier for me to bear. When it becomes overwhelming, you are there to calm me down and ease my tension. You console me in ways that no one else can, and I hold an affection for you that I will never hold for anyone else. Including (R/F/N). You do not have to worry, I do not consider you to be less intelligent than her, you just have a different kind. However, intelligence alone does not matter to me. You are attentive to my needs just as I am to yours, and I can ask for no better romantic partner."
His words may sound monotonous and meaningless the way he said them, but you knew better. To you, it was basically a love confession, and he was basically pouring out his spark to you. You appreciated every single word, and it worked to make you feel better.
"Thank you, Shockwave," you smiled and climbed onto his servo when he held it out for you. "That's all I needed to hear. I'm glad I can be helpful to you in any way."
"Now that your illogical thoughts have been dealt with, I shall take a break from my work to indulge in that cuddling you like so much," he told you, going to his bethroom and laying on his berth. He placed you on his chassis, and placed his single hand over your smaller body. "Are you comfortable?"
"Very," you smiled and curled up on his warm chassis. "With you, always."
And as you relaxed, you heard him say quietly, "As am I with you."
summary - just a few short scenarios between you and the mad doctor if the Autobots got stuck on the Nemesis with the Decepticons
warnings - none
a/n - just some thoughts i had, not enough works for this bot, who happens to be my favourite after Bumblebee
The situation between Autobots and Decepticons had never been more awkward or uncomfortable. Stuck in the same location, forced to get along to avoid complete destruction of the Decepticon ship. Tensions were at an all-time high with both sides being in such close proximity but unable to do anything.
You couldn't bring yourself to care much, not when you were occupying the same space as a certain Decepticon doctor.
"Again, Starscream? What is it this time?" The mad doctor spoke without looking up or turning around, too engrossed in buffing his own arm to notice it was actually you.
"I always wondered if his footsteps sounded the same as a femme's, with those heels he calls peds," you mused.
This made Knock Out turn, "Oh, it's you." He sounded rather excited, his disinterest from just now being replaced. "Don't tell me you got into another fight."
"Okay, I won't," you shrugged and sat on his operating table.
The red mech sighed, "May I ask why is it that you came to me? Your medic is also on board."
"Ratchet doesn't like to be bothered while he's working," you told him. "And he's already on edge just being here. But I suppose you wouldn't want to attend to an Autobot, right? I'll just leave."
"No, wait!" He quickly stopped you, "I mean, usually no. But I can make an exception for you."
"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. "That's flattering."
"So what was it this time?" He asked you as he tended to your very small (he noticed) dent.
You groaned, "I swear, your fellow cons act like they've never seen a femme before. I know you guys have only Airachnid, but that's no excuse to try and get touchy with me."
"I see."
The doctor hid it well, but he was burning with both anger and jealousy. How dare the vehicons attempt to put their servos on you in any way, even if you were an Autobot?
"It wouldn't be such a problem if it was you, however."
The Deception froze at those words, then looked at you, "You want me to harass you?"
"Don't say it like that!" Your faceplates burned. "I just meant...I wouldn't mind if you were the one taking an interest in me." You looked away. "I should go."
"Do I get to say what I think about that?" He drawled, his usual smirk plastered to his face.
"Uh-"
He suddenly came in very close, his face mere inches from yours. His blood-red optics flickered from your bright blue ones to your lips, and the desire in them was unmistakeable.
"I think you underestimate just how interested I am in you."
And then he was kissing you.
Because Cybertronians don't need to breathe, this continued for a while. You ended up kissing for what felt like hours, until someone else walked into the cons' medbay needing assistance.
"Knock Out, I-"
You both jumped apart, turning to see an astonished Starscream standing there staring at you with wide optics.
Before any of you could say anything, you tripped Knock Out, shoved Starscream aside and ran off. That seemed like the most logical thing to do at the time, to eliminate suspicion.
"What was that?"
"What is it you want now, Starscream?" The doctor asked, returning to being disinterested.
"Did you just-"
"I'm quite busy you know, get on with it."
"I-"
And the red Decepticon continued to gaslight the second-in-command into believing that nothing had happened.
-
"What is this?"
Knock Out looked up as you examined one of his tools, a small smirk forming on his lips as he watched you. Though he would never admit it out loud, he found your intrigue...adorable.
"That would be an isoprobe."
"I...don't know what that is," you laughed and set it back down, with surprising gentleness. "I assume it's important."
"Mhm," his optics continued to watch as you navigated his lab, pride swelling in his chassis as he observed your fascination with everything in it.
He initially thought he could overcome his little crush on you. Never had he been so wrong, because despite being an Autobot he was starting to feel like you were the other half of his spark. His sparkmate.
You noticed his gaze, and quickly stopped touching things, "I'm sorry, just curious. Ratchet doesn't allow us near any of his things."
"No, by all means continue," the mad doctor encouraged you, "I quite like seeing an inquisitive mind wandering around my lab. Especially one so pretty. Makes working here easier."
Your faceplates burned, "Oh...Well in that case..." You walked over to him, "Mind telling me what you're doing, doctor?"
He shivered. Having you this close to him with you calling him that was really not helping his attraction to you. It was, in fact, inspiring him to think other, less appropriate thoughts, as well as imagine you pressed against him, holding him as he worked.
"I...seem to have forgotten."
You laughed a little bit, "May I suggest something else then?"
He nodded, and you closed the distance. Once again, you were kissing the Decepticon medic, hands on his shoulders while his found your waist.
You were starting to like this forced closeness.
-
"Why, you-!"
"What's going on here?"
You walked into the Decepticon med bay slash lab to see Knock Out and Smokescreen right up in each other's faces, each yelling insults or mocking the other.
"How dare you?!"
They did, however, stop and turn their helms when you walked into the room, Knock Out's optics going wide.
Then, like sparklings, they pointed at each other.
"He started it!"
You groaned and face-palmed, "I don't care who started it, just stop it. We don't need any unnecessary fights you two. Now step away from each other."
To your satisfaction, they obeyed.
"Smokescreen, I think Optimus wanted to speak to you anyway," you told the Autobot mech, who was gone in a flash after that.
"He scratched my paint!" Knock Out protested.
"I don't want to hear it," you sighed and grabbed his buffer, moving over to helo him with his grievance. This wasn't anything new with him, so you got used to doing it for him in the short time that you had been here. "What did you say to him?"
"I didn't say anything," the con medic lied.
You rolled your optics, "Knock Out."
"Fine! I told him his vehicular form is uglier than mine."
"...Mechs," you sighed.
Knock Out calmed down a little after that, watching you tend to his scratch. He had no idea, but the adoration held in them was so obvious it made you flustered.
"Stop staring at me with those creepy optics."
"Hey! You said they were pretty!"
"You're right. They ARE pretty. Your face is the problem."
He knew you were teasing him, and he quite liked the fact that you were making an effort to make him smile or laugh. No one else had ever done that for him, much less be nice to him. He didn't ever receive a thank you or a compliment, but while you'd been here you'd given him all of that and more.
"You like my face, admit it."
"I do, I really do."
-
"(Name)? What are you doing still awake?"
Knock Out couldn't keep the concern out of his voice, his optics scanning your clearly exhausted form. It looked like you hadn't powered down in days.
"I couldn't sleep," you admitted. "Too jumpy."
"Even with Optimus Prime by your side?" He asked, surprised.
"Yeah. They put us in another room to power down. Still, I can't help but worry about them. I have to stay awake."
Knock Out frowned deeply. It troubled you to be on this ship so much that you couldn't even power down peacefully? Megatron himself had ensured no conflict, due to the threat of the Nemesis being destroyed, but you still worried.
"Why don't you power down with me, then?" He suggested. "I was just about to finish for the night. And your friends will be okay."
"Are you sure?" You mumbled, tired beyond measure. "I don't want to bother you."
"Come here, sweetspark," he cooed, pulling you against him. "I've told you before, you're never a bother to me. So stop worrying and power down with me."
"Okay," you smiled tiredly. "I love you."
The Decepticon medic froze in his movements, his arms around you tightening. He couldn't believe the words that had left your mouth, and tried to convince himself you were too tired to know what you were saying. It wasn't real. You didn't mean it.
"Knock Out?* You frowned. "You don't feel the same way?"
"N-no! I mean yes!" He panicked. "Yes I do, sweetspark. I always have. But you're exhausted, let's get you some rest and we can talk in the morning okay?"
"Okay."
The two of you lay down on his berth and you cuddled up to him, burying your face in his neck cables. You powered down before he did, finally at ease and comfortable in his arms, while he stayed awake to ponder your words.
you hide attempt to hide an injury from them (TF Prime)
featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader
summary - you play soccer and get injured, then try your best to play it off (Autobots), you get hurt on the Nemesis and try to play it off (Decepticons)
warnings - none
a/n - writing this the night before an extremely important soccer tournament my team is in, this tournament decides whether or not we go to the second highest woman's league in our country. in case anyone was wondering, one of my teammates did break her arm during one game so it's possible.
OPTIMUS PRIME - broken arm
You don't know how it happened. One minute you're making a tackle, the next you're rolling around on the ground clutching your arm. Your scream of pain alerted the referee, who promptly stopped the game so you could be rushed to the hospital. However, not wanting your big robot lover to worry, you put on a long sleeve shirt at home before going to the base so you could pretend nothing was wrong.
"(Name), why is your one arm thicker than the other?" Miko asked you, tilting her head as her eyes settled on your limp limb.
"Uh, no reason," you lied, then sighed when she gave you a look. "Okay, I broke my arm in a friendly work soccer game today. I just don't want Optimus to know. You know how he worries."
"You do know broken arms take weeks to heal right?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "How are you going to hide it for so long?"
"Hide what for so long?" The leader of the Autobots asked as he came into the room, having heard your voice. "(Name), I was just leaving to come fetch you."
"Oh, no need," you smiled, "I called for a groundbridge."
Jack and Miko exchanged looks, but it wasn't that that alerted the Prime. His gaze fell upon your arm, and though he was no expert in human biology, he definitely knew that they were supposed to be the same size.
"What happened?" He asked, approaching the platform. "What is wrong with your arm?"
As Jack and Miko gave you 'I told you so' looks, you were forced to tell him the truth about your injury, "I had a friendly soccer match today at work, a game we like to play. And I, uh, broke my arm."
The bot's optics went wide when you said that, and he gently took your broken arm into one of his servos, "Were you not going to tell me?"
"I didn't want you to worry," you told him. "You have enough to worry about already."
"I will always worry about you, regardless of what other problems I am facing," he scooped you up onto his servo entirely. "Please do not hesitate to tell me, so that I can assist you in any way you need."
You smiled softly, wrapping your good arm around his one digit in a half-hug, "Thank you, love. I'll try to be more careful next time."
The Prime nodded in agreement, then proceeded to carry you around the whole day and help you with whatever you needed or wanted to do. He then let you rest on him, knowing hurt humans needed just as much downtime as hurt Autobots.
BUMBLEBEE - sprained ankle
"I can do this, I can do this..."
"Uh...(Name)?"
You glanced up at your fellow humans as they gaped at you. YOu were sure you had been doing your best to look like you were walking normally, but from the expressions on their faces you assumed you were doing a terrible job.
"What happened?"
"Nothing?" You tried with a nervous smile.
"Come on," Jack encouraged, "You're obviously limping."
You groaned, "Okay, my soccer game was a little rougher than expected. In a difficult tackle, I fell and my foot twisted awkwardly. I have a minor sprain, so I should be good in a few days."
"Do you plan to tell Bee?"
"No, he's only going to worry. Please don't tell him."
Plan Don't Tell Bumblebee fell on its face when the Autobot rolled up to the school to fetch you and Raf. Arcee and Bulkhead also came through, so Raf left you on your own and joined Miko in Bulkhead.
"Raf!" You protested.
"Sorry!" He apologised sheepishly. "I can't do it!"
Once you were sitting in the passenger seat of the scout, he beeped in concern asking what was wrong with your foot.
Your jaw dropped, "How did you-"
He responded with a few more beeps, saying that he wouldn't be a very good scout if he didn't pick up on cues or signs while observing something. You sighed and looked down.
"I...sprained my ankle. In a soccer match."
Worried beeps and whirrs followed that admission, and he started fussing over you and telling you rest when you got back to base. That he would do all your running around or get Jack or Miko to help. And that you were to see June immediately.
"Bee," you whined in complaint, "It's a minor sprain! It'll be healed in a few days, I have a good biokineticist."
He wasn't having any of that, insisting that you see June or you don't get kisses or cuddles from him. You gaped at the steering wheel.
"Bumblebee!" You gasped. "You wouldn't dare!"
He beeped, try me.
"That's so mean," you pouted. "But fine. Since my boyfriend wants to be a big bad bully."
He protested, making you laugh, but proceeded to ensure that you did what he asked at the base. And that you didn't have to walk on your foot any longer than necessary. Overkill for a baby sprain, but you didn't play with kisses and cuddles from the bot.
SMOKESCREEN - torn hamstring
It was extremely difficult to hide this one. When it happened, you screamed and cried like you'd been shot in the leg, because that's exactly what it felt like. Tearing your hamstring was no joke, it was a serious injury that really hampered your ability to walk.
"He's not going to like this," Arcee shifted her weight, uneasy.
"Please?" You begged. "He's going to scold me like I scold him."
"Well, he's not going to be back for a few hours, so maybe we can come up with a story?" Bulkhead suggested, while June was tending to your injury.
"Like what?"
"Hey guys, what are we talking about?" The bot in question popped up behind Bulkhead, but thankfully couldn't see.
"Uh, nothing!" The Wrecker steered him away. "Nurse Darby is just taking a look at Raf. He has a bad cold." Everyone stared at Bulkhead, but he pointed at a very proud-looking Miko.
"Wait, but let me greet (Name)," Smokescreen tried to push his way through. "She came just now, didn't she?"
"She's tired!" Arcee butted in, "Had a long day at university."
"Oh..." Smokescreen deflated. "Well then, tell her I hope she's not walking on that leg she injured." He said it so nonchalantly, you all had to do a double take.
"What?!"
"(Name)," your lover sighed, "I finished my mission early. Tailed you for most of the day. You don't think I would notice?"
You groaned, "It isn't what you think-"
"I just want to make sure you're okay," he bent down to look at you closer when the others finally parted to let him through. "My girlfriend is in pain, I want to help."
You smiled up at him, "You're so sweet, Smoke. Okay, I'll stay off this leg, Nurse Darby is giving me crutches anyway."
"Oh no, I'll carry you."
"Smoke...I have lectures..."
"You're not going."
"For weeks?"
"...Okay, just for the rest of this week," he suggested. "I want to spend time with my physically impaired girlfriend."
"Hey!" You protested. "Who taught Smokescreen those words?!"
Smokescreen just laughed as he scooped you up, gently so as not to aggravate your injury, and held you close to his chassis. He observed your bruised, swollen leg, lips twisting into a frown at the sight. He didn't like seeing you hurt, especially if he couldn't have protected you from it.
"Come on you, we're going to rest and watch movies for the rest of the week." You tried to protest, but he was having none of it.
He took you to his berthroom and lay you down in a comfortable position, making sure to elevate your leg so that you could rest comfortably.
KNOCK OUT - torn MCL (a knee ligament)
The moment your cry of pain echoed through the hallways of the Nemesis, every vehicon in the vicinity froze up. The mad doctor was sure to hear of this, and they could do nothing to stop the wrath he would no doubt inflict on them for this. They hadn't mean to hurt you, but they had also been a bit rougher than they were supposed to and this fact scared them.
"Please don't tell him," one of them pleaded with you.
"Fine, but one of you needs to carry me to his lab because I'm pretty sure I hurt my knee."
You had befriended some of them, others weren't keen on you, but you knew that these ones were being honest. Decepticons in general didn't know how to handle human beings, so it came as no surprise to you that you got hurt.
But Knock Out would strap them to his lab table and open them up if he found out, so you agreed to try and keep it a secret.
The vehicon carrying you lay you down on your boyfriend's tool table, before quickly scurrying out of the room. You watched Knock Out tend to a comatose Megatron, unsure if he had even heard you come in.
"What was that about?" He asked, confirming that he had.
"Oh, uh, nothing," you dismissed it, "I just got too tired to walk back, so I asked one of the vehicons to carry me back."
This got the mad doctor's attention, "What?" His optics zeroed in on you sitting on the table, and he instantly grew suspicious. You were normally active. "Where is your pain?"
"That's so unfair!" You crossed your arms. "You know me too well."
"I'm your boyfriend, darling," he smirked, "I should. Now tell me what those idiots did to you before I go ask them myself."
"We were just playing," you assured him, "I fell, tried to land on my feet and overextended my leg. I heard a pop in my knee, and then felt excruciating pain. Now it feels like my bones are knocking around if I try to walk."
"..." The medic was not amused. "When were you planning to tell me?"
"Uh..."
"You do realise they could have hurt you worse, or even..." He shut his optics and sighed, "Never mind. Let me see." He abandoned Megatron to come look at you, using a tool to scan your knee. "Hmmm, a ligament tear. Not a very serious one, but you'll still be on bedrest for six weeks."
"What?!"
"That's what you get for playing rough, my dear. Now come here, let me distract you from the pain."
His distraction in question was a kiss, before he researched what to do with your injury and got the necessary items to strap you up and brace your knee to stabilise it.
"No strenuous activity for six weeks, other than walking. Even then, keep it short and only when necessary."
"...Fine, Doc Knock."
"Don't call me that!"
WHEELJACK - shin splints
This one didn't kick in until a day after you'd played the game. You'd been teaching Wheeljack and Bulkhead how to play the human sport, and forgotten to properly stretch beforehand. You'd also forgotten that you hadn't played in months. So your shins were strained from overuse after months of inactivity, leaving an incredibly painful burning sensation the next day.
You tried to walk into base looking like you were fine, but your pained expression attracted attention from Bumblebee, who beeped in worry.
"Don't worry Bee, I'm fine," you smiled, but it was a tight one.
Wheeljack and Bulkhead returned from scouting an Energon mine a few moments later, the former immediately picking you up and placing you on his shoulder, missing the pain etched on your face.
"How was your day, sweetheart?" He asked you. "Got into any trouble?"
"No," you admitted, trying to sound upset about it. You also tried to appear nonchalant on his shoulder pad, but that was doing too much and ultimately outed you.
"And what might be the problem with you?" He turned his helm to study your figure. "What's hurting?"
"You don't miss a beat, do you?" You sighed.
"Not when it comes to my only reason for staying on this rock," he smirked, then held you up in his servo to be eye-level with him. "Now tell me, what happened?"
You sighed, "I kind of picked up an old injury after our session yesterday. Just shin splints, nothing serious. They're painful, but minor. They'll go away soon, they always do."
"Anything I can do to help?" He offered.
"Just maybe ask Nurse Darby for some ice, please?"
"You got it."
He set you down on the couch by the TV in the base, then went off to find June, or even Jack. He returned a few minutes later with an ice pack in his servo, and scooped you up again.
"I can press it to my shin myself, you know!" Your cheeks burned, getting flustered.
"Maybe I want to do it for you," he argued.
Your eyes went wide, and you grew even more flustered. An uncontrollable smile formed on your lips, and you lay back on his servo as he pressed the tiny bag to your shin.
"And don't hide any injury from me again, sweetheart."
SOUNDWAVE - concussion
This one was completely by accident and totally embarrassing. You were trying to find your own way up onto his berth, not wanting to bother him by calling for help. But you had made it only a few feet up the side before your foot slipped, and you fell. Your head hit the ground a little too hard, and your vision blurred for a moment. You groaned as you pushed yourself up, but your head began to throb uncontrollably.
"That's just great," you mumbled, rubbing your temples. But when you tried to stand up, you swayed on your feet and stumbled forward, unable to stay balanced. "Concussion, nice."
The Decepticon chose that moment to enter his berthroom, his helm tilting down slightly as he observed you for a moment. He already knew what had happened, he was the eyes and ears of the cons after all, so there was no point trying to hide it.
"I'm fine, Soundwave," you tried reassuring him, but you couldn't even walk to him in a straight line. "Okay, I'll BE fine soon."
He was having none of it, picking you up gently and laying you on his berth. His screen lit up with a question mark, a silent plea to tell him why you hadn't asked him for help.
"I didn't want to bother you," you admitted, casting your gaze to the floor. "You're busy with important stuff."
He bent down in front of you, pointing at you and displaying a red heart on his visor. Meaning - you were important to him too, and he cared about your wellbeing. Then he displayed another screen, which showed tutorials on how to ask for help.
"Ha, ha. So funny," you replied dryly. "But I'm sorry, I just wanted to try and not be useless or helpless for once."
He shook his head, denying that you were any of those. Then he put his visor close to your face, and typed one word onto it: Rest. He wanted you to relax, because you had sustained a concussion.
"Alright, alright," you gave in, laying back down on his berth. You smiled, feeling warm inside at his attempts to take care of you.
And he did so quite well for a Cybertronian accused of having no feeling or emotion. He made sure to get you painkillers and water, an ice pack, and your favourite snacks. How he got them, you didn't want to know. You were just grateful for the love he was showering you with.
SHOCKWAVE - broken nose
Shockwave wasn't in the lab for once, having been ordered by Megatron to go and retrieve more predacon remains. Starscream stormed in, absolutely furious with the Decepticon scientist, and when his optics landed on you he knew the perfect way to get back at Shockwave. Which was why you now lay on the ground, listening to Starscream's laughter fade as he left, tears streaming down your face with blood streaming out of your nose. It was broken, that much you knew, but you were in too much pain to get up.
But when you heard Shockwave's familiar heavy footsteps and his voice briefing Megatron outside, you quickly sat up and wiped your blood off the floor with your shirt, then ripped a piece off and tried to stop the bleeding. You turned away from the door, hoping Megatron and Shockwave wouldn't see you.
"(Name), is everything alright?"
You nodded, "Yes, I'm okay Shockwave. Don't worry."
"So that's what Starscream was so happy about," Megatron mused. "Tend to your pet, Shockwave, and then brief me on your latest developments." With that, he left the room.
"(Name), what happened?" Shockwave asked, picking you up off the floor. "Why is there blood on your clothes and a piece of your t-shirt in your nose?"
You sighed and pulled the reddened material out, allowing blood to gush out once more as you teared up, "Starscream." Your bottom lip trembled, and the pained expression on your face told Shockwave enough, as did the sight of your misshapen nose.
"I will tend to your wounds," your boyfriend began, "And then I will see to it that Starscream be punished for this inexcusable and cowardly act."
"Thank you," you responded quietly.
He helped stop your bleeding, and bandaged your nose. Then he made sure the rest of your body was fine, before he set you down on his table.
"Wait for me here, I shall return to give you physical affection after Starscream has been dealt with."
You smiled at him and nodded, warmth filling you at how much he cared about you and how much he was willing to do for you. You relaxed in the lab while he went to deal with Starscream, and when he returned he delivered the affection he promised. Which was mostly cradling you in his servo or letting you curl up against his neck cables. Nonetheless, you were happy and soon fell asleep as the pain medication kicked in.
featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader
summary - your Cybertronian partner finds out just what a human woman's period entails.
warnings - none
a/n - Knock Out's takes place when he defects to the Autobots. also, don't fight me, these are based on my experiences and what helps me.
OPTIMUS PRIME - cramps
While he may not fully understand what's going on and what's happening to your body, he is still extremely attentive and supportive. He is there to provide any comfort you need, and will not hesitate to take one of the other humans out to a convenience store if you need anything. He knows when it's that time of the month because he'll walk into base after another mission and see you laying face-down on the couch.
"Are you okay, (Name)?"
An unintelligible grumble from you was the only response, before Miko spoke for you, "Her cramps are bad this month. Really bad."
Optimus looked back at your figure, then reached over the railing to carefully lift you into one of his servos, ever the gentle giant. If there was one thing he did know during this time, it was that you were somewhat appeased by warmth.
"How was the mission?" You finally looked up at him, eyes glassy with tears from the pain.
"I shall tell you all about it when you are warm and comfortable," the Prime replied, taking you to his room in the base and laying on his berth. He lay you on top of him, right over his spark where it was warmest. "Is this better?"
"Mhmm, much," you sighed in relief and satisfaction, curling up on his warm chassis. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," he smiled, happy that your pain was eased, if only slightly. "Today was quiet, no sign of Decepticon activity. We found an empty Energon mine that had been stripped entirely of its contents."
"Aw, man," you empathised, "I hope you guys find some soon. But I welcome a quiet mission, as opposed to you going out and getting hurt."
It warmed his spark to know that even while you were in pain, you still worried about him getting hurt. He knew you cared very much for him and the team, but he was unaware it was to this extent. He carried on with his story, explaining how they had found something more disturbing than an Energon mine filled with cons. You listened intently despite being overwhelmed by pain in your uterus, happy to be distracted by one of his tales. And it always helped that you liked to listen to his deep voice, because it was soothing to hear.
BUMBLEBEE - emotional
Bumblebee knows a bit more than Optimus, but less than he feels he needs to. So a few days before your period, when you exhibit the warning signs, he asks Miko - with Raf as translator - to help him with research on the topic so he's better prepared to help you. He doesn't want to let you know he does this, but you know and you think it's very cute. And sweet.
He knows when you have it, because on your first day you storm into base looking for him and you cling to him like a little koala. He has no complaints of course, until you end up crying into his arm.
Immediately he's concerned, his little beeps translating in your mind to 'are you okay?' Apart from Raf, you were the only human who could understand what he was saying. Neither of you knew why, but it was so convenient and a happy coincidence that you never questioned it.
"Today I saw a duck," you sobbed, "And you know, it reminded me that Jasper doesn't even have ducks because we don't have any lakes and..."
You rambled on and on, tearfully so, while Bumblebee shot Smokescreen a confused look. Your guardian shrugged.
"She's been emotional all day."
The scout turned his attention back on you and held you up, whirring and beeping in concern. You stopped whatever story you had launched into afterwards and looked at him, before your eyes lit up.
"Ice cream? That sounds great!"
Bumblebee beeped and whirred again, telling Smokescreen where you two were going before transforming and driving off with you. He played some of your favourite music, and eventually you calmed down enough to look at birds and not burst into tears.
Once you had your ice cream, he took you on a nice, long scenic drive. The long way back to the base. You relaxed in his passenger seat, happily eating your cold treat.
"Thanks, Bee," you smiled, "I can always count on you."
The scout beeped back that you're very welcome and he'd do anything for you. And he mentally thanked Raf and Miko for telling him that ice cream might be a good idea for mood swings.
SMOKESCREEN - cravings
The newbie is not as great with human beings as he'd like to be. He'd had to learn a lot since coming to earth, and one of those things was to navigate a relationship with a human being. One that was both his girlfriend and his charge. So throw periods into the mix and you have...a very very confused Autobot. He knows absolutely nothing about periods, stemming from his lack of knowledge about the human anatomy.
"So...why don't human guys bleed?"
"SMOKESCREEN!" You protest with a burning face. "You can't just ask that!"
"I...thought it was a valid question?"
You sighed, "Men don't menstruate because they don't have to have babies." At his clueless expression, you added, "They don't have to give life to what you call sparklings."
"Ohhhh..."
He still didn't understand. Nonetheless, he was eager to help. Anything you asked of him, he tripped over himself in his rush to do it. Anything you wanted or needed, he found a way to get for you. Hugs and kisses? Of course! Cuddles? He would never say no to that. He had grown so fond of and attached to you that he was even clingier than you were on your period. But you thought it was sweet.
"So it hurts...here?" The giant mech prodded your uterus, gently.
"Mhm," you nodded, devouring a slab of chocolate Jack had given to Smokescreen to give to you. "Hey, don't poke me!" You smacked his servo away.
"Sorry," his faceplates burned in embarrassment.
He watches you happily munch on your chocolate, amused that such a small thing could appease you when just moments ago you had been screaming at Ratchet for not knowing about female human anatomy.
KNOCK OUT - body pain
Knock Out knew humans were fragile. He's used that against the Autobots multiple times when he was a Decepticon. But now that he's become an Autobot, he has to be extra careful around you, Jack, Miko, Raf, June and Fowler. Especially you. But it seemed that every month you would go into a state where your body hurt for no reason at all, and it wasn't until June explained to Knock Out what you were experiencing that he finally understood.
"(Name)! Are you okay?!" The medic panicked, rushing to your side the moment he heard a pained whimper come from you.
You were trying to roll over on the couch, but sharp pain erupted in your lower back causing you to let out that sound. You looked up at your concerned boyfriend, pretty optics putting you at ease.
"Mhm, just really sore."
Knock Out looked at June in desperation, and the older woman laughed at the fact that he had once kidnapped her and forced her to play a crueler version of hide-and-seek, but now he was desperately seeking her medical advice.
"I'll get some painkillers and water that you can give her," the nurse stood to go retrieve those items.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked you in the meantime. Knock Out hated feeling useless, helpless, which was a side effect of being criticised so often.
"Pick me up?" You suggested.
The bot was more than happy to oblige, lifting you onto his servo with surprising gentleness. You happily laid on your back on the warm metal, sighing contentedly until your head started to hurt.
"Maybe also poke me in the head?"
"What?! I could kill you!"
"That's kind of the idea. My head is already doing that."
"I will not terminate the one good thing I've managed to earn, thank you very much," he insisted, cooling his free servo and pressing a non-lethal part of it to your temple. "That better?"
The pain in your skull receded, and your body relaxed, "Oh, much better. Thank you, Knock Out."
The bot beamed at the grateful response, "You're very welcome!"
June returned with the painkillers and a bottle of water, which Knock Out carefully handed to you with the servo he had used to ease your headache. He watched you intently as you took the medication, before lying back down on his palm.
"Now just hold me."
The former con eagerly obeyed that command, even taking you to his assigned room in the base and laying with you on top of him on his berth. He placed a servo over your smaller frame, practically blanketing you with it. He further eased your pain by slowly running it up and down your back, gently and affectionately caressing you. The mad doctor had truly changed for the better.
SOUNDWAVE - nausea
Soundwave had taken it upon himself to learn about humans when he'd first taken you. So he knew very well what the warning signs of anger, hunger and cramping meant. He was well-equipped to help you, because this bot is hardly ever ill-equipped for anything. He searches the human internet for things he can do to help ease your pain and make this uncomfortable period of time more bearable for you. So you usually find stuff you need and crave during your period already laid out on his berth when the first day comes.
The Decepticon walked into his berth one of those days to see you happily munching away on the snacks he'd gotten Laserbeak to acquire for you. Speaking of the little bird, you were laying atop one of its wings, and Soundwave always liked to see how comfortable you were around it.
But then a weird look came over your face, and you turned a little sickly. The bot worried that the snacks had done something to you, but you just set them down and curled up, breathing in and out deeply. Soundwave was by your side in a second, touching your shoulder in concern.
"I'm-I'm fine," you reassured him. "Sometimes I just get nauseous. And sometimes it's the snacks that I like that cause it. I can't explain it."
The silent Cybertronian nodded to say he understood, before scooping up into one servo and soothingly rubbing your back with the other. Then he handed you a sugary drink he'd also obtained for you, his screen showing you research saying that something sweet and fizzy might help.
You smiled at him and took the drink, taking a few sips and finding that he was right, "Thank you, Soundwave. I can always rely on you."
His screen showed something else now, a bright red heart. Your cheeks heated up, and your smile became flustered at the gesture. Despite being committed to not speaking at all, he could be expressive and sweet when he wanted to be. His actions always told you more than his screen did, though.
SHOCKWAVE - bodily insecurity/bloating
Like Knock Out and Ratchet, Shockwave is scientifically and biologically knowledgable. He's an expert in all things physical and mental. Unfortunately, he spent so much time on a dead Cybertron that he was completely helpless when he first got attached to you on earth. Fortunately, he was a quick learner and very studious. Meaning he found out pretty quickly what he was meant to do during a time like this. Though sometimes, you still confused him.
Like now, when he walked into the room to see you sitting in front of something that mirrored your reflection. You were frowning and poking your midsection, eyes becoming glassy and bottom lip trembling.
"What has happened?" The intimidating Decepticon approached. "Are you hurt?"
"No," you wailed. "I'm getting fatter!"
"..."
Shockwave was, well, shocked. He never thought once that you were a displeasing weight or size, and he would never mind or care if you were picking up weight. But in this case, it was not true.
"Little one, that is a most illogical statement," he picked you up with his one servo. "You are not looking any different."
"Then explain this!" You cried, poking your stomach again.
Once more, Shockwave failed to see the issue, "You are perfect, my little human. There is nothing wrong with you."
"You're just saying that!"
"Have you ever known me to lie?"
"No..."
"Then cease your worrying," he reassured you. "I understand that on your...period, as you humans call it, you may feel bloated. But that does not mean you have increased in size. It is normal, and it will go away."
That was...oddly comforting.
"Thank you, Shockwave. That means a lot coming from you."
"Good. Now stop crying, little one. I have something to show you."
WHEELJACK - anger/frustration
Wheeljack was generally a lot more sensitive and considerate towards you than anyone else on base, but that doesn't mean that he was perfect. There were times when he didn't mean to offend you or incite your fury, but his actions or words that just tumbled out of his mouth left you shaking. He wasn't aware of human periods until Miko told him about them when you'd first started dating him, but he still continued to piss you off.
"WILL YOU STOP FOR ONE SECOND!" You screamed at the Wrecker one day while you were lounging in front of the TV while watching Jack and Raf play video games.
Wheeljack and Bulkhead were lobbing a giant ball of metal around, as they tended to do every other week, and Bumblebee and Smokescreen had been tempted to join. They promptly changed their minds at the sound of your yell and the glare on your face.
"Sweetheart, we're just playing around," Wheeljack responded calmly, shrugging your attitude off. Bulkhead got nervous, though.
"Well could you go play somewhere else?!" You snarled, rubbing your temples. "You're making my headache even worse!" You were usually irritable on your period, so Wheeljack took this as a sign.
He sighed, "Would you stop being such a buzzkill?"
Dead silence. Everyone beside Wheeljack froze up, knowing that was exactly the wrong thing to say to you at this time. Your eyes narrowed, and you stood up so fast your head spun.
"Well if I'm a buzzkill then I'll just leave!" You spat, storming down the stairs while trying not to burst into tears. Both angry and sad.
"Sweetheart, I didn't mean that," the bot immediately regretted his words, spotting your glassy eyes. "Come here."
"Go away!"
He sighed and grabbed you before you could leave the base, "Where are you going to go? There's nothing but dirt outside this base, sweetheart."
"I'd rather walk across the desert than spend more time arguing with you," you grumbled.
"Alright, alright," he relented. "I'm sorry. Can I make it up to you? We'll go sit in my berthroom and I'll project your favourite movie onto the wall."
"...Fine."
Wheeljack was an idiot, and impulsive, but he sure knew how to charm his way back into your good books. He cuddled you and rubbed your uterus for you, getting help from Miko to get you snacks that would keep your temper at bay.
