Holding Your Heart In The Palm Of My Hand

20 - She/They - Suffers from Silly Goose Syndrome

[jellyfishinsideajar]

Hello! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ I’m Jelly! 🪼

Requests are open and always welcomed~! Keep in mind there is a character limit of up 5 characters per ask

Suggestive topics are welcomed, but I will not be writing full blown NSFW at the moment. That means that this blog indulges in +18 content- So Minors, if you’re reading this, please exit this blog.

Fandoms I write and extra info below~!

Transformers

- More than meets the eye + Lost Light (I haven’t read any of the other comics 😞)

- Prime

- Animated

- Bayverse

- Knightverse

Blush Blush

- All boys available for request~!

- Does not include Phone Flings (Sorry~! I just find the phone flings boring tbh, but any of the boys who do come to the main WILL join the roster for requests, dw)

Dispatch

- All characters!

While this list is short, it’s mainly because I’m more familiar with these fandoms when it comes to writing and may be open to expanding in the future.

[jellyfishinsideajar]

Sonar isn’t the type of guy who would make fun of you for having plushies (let’s be real, he is, but your his pookie, so he’ll restrain from any teasing comments) but he is the type to get jealous when he sees you cuddling one of your plushies instead of him.

As a hybrid, he’s basically a portable space heater and his fur is softer than any dumb plush toy you have, why not cuddle him instead??

Has the most ridiculous one sided beef with your plush/plushies (not like they can reciprocate his jealously) If you leave him in your room unattended, he is 100% pretending to beat up your favorite plush that you sleep with. Threatening it and even smacking it off your bed, you have walked back into the room multiple times to Sonar sitting proudly on your bed and your plush/plushies on the floor like a fallen warrior.

—

“Dude, you’re ridiculous. Are you seriously this jealous of a teddy bear?”

Once again, you’ve returned to your room with snacks to find your childhood bear on the floor. A part of you aching at the sad scene, but also annoyed at how serious Sonar is taking this ‘rivalry’.

“He’s stealing all my cuddle time- He deserves it!”

You simply roll your eyes as you move to pick it up off the floor and dust it off. Not paying any mind to the way Sonar glares at the toy when you hug it close to your chest.

“You’re terrible.”

[get-shiggy-with-it]

SHAKING YOU BACK AND FORTH CAUSE THAT WAS LITERALLY MY THOUGHT PROCESS BEHIND SONAR STEALING READERS LUNCH

He’s such an ass, but I also think he’d be such a sweetie and get you whatever the hell your craving (as long as you go out with him and let him wrap his arm around your waist) not because he’s a gentleman per say (he can be, but it’s more fun when he’s a perv) but because he’s so proud of himself. He’s embezzling the company AND had a cutie who mostly lets him be as much as a creep as he wants with them. He’s gonna spoil them as much as they want, he’s that cocky about it

Also the whole- keeps a journal of the readers outfits is so real and I’m afraid if it were me I’d be buying new outfits every month to see what he likes more 😞

AHAHHAHA we're really having a clown to clown communication moment there nonnie love to see it

You get it ❤️ he really is like a the peak of him game. He's got the hottest piece of ass in the office and a credit card with no limit charged right to the company line. Sonar's actually loosing it about how much you actually seem to be in to him. It's not often that the object of his affection doesn't just put up with him because of the money, but actually seems to...like it. Walking back to the office with you on his arm and he's starting to suspect you're not even in it for the expensive lunches and designer bags. And you let him cop a feel in the lobby??? Oh he's on cloud nine.

The reader is 10000% adding new pieces in the wardrobe and then sneaking a peak at his notes to see what got the higher rating. Definitely leaving the top few buttons open on any blouses, perhaps investing in those tights with the seams up the back. Anything to drive him just as crazy as he drives you.

[jellyfishinsideajar]

Sonar is the type of bf who eats your food when you don’t finish and since he already knows you won’t finish a meal, he’ll start picking at it. Even when you’re still actively eating. He’s taking the longest, crunchiest fry, stealing your twinkie (you two almost got into a fight over that one), and is always stealing a chicken nugget straight from the box.

“Why are you getting mad at me for stealing a fry? It’s not like you’re gonna finish.”

“They’re my fries, bitch!”

[get-shiggy-with-it]

You’ve got me hooked on Corporate! Sonar, such a loser, but he makes you laugh and even tho he’s such a pervert I wanna let him grope a feel in my cubicle or cup my ass in the evaluator 😔

thank god the good word of corporate!au is spreading 😌🙏 finally my boring ass job is inspiration for something lol

^^how he’s got me and @shepardcommander in the dms

I swear to god I just want to be the overworked PR person that has to work with his sales team. Constantly violating hr by sending you flirty teams messages and invites you out to drinks “with the team” but he ‘forgot’ to invite anyone else. Offers to share his office with you during zoom meetings only for him to make you sit on his lap 😔 you try so hard to be professionally annoyed about it but he just does something to you.

Has you cornering him in the stairwell after months of teasing so you can grab him by the tie and get that tongue down your throat. The office is just so sick of the palpable sexual tension they don’t even give a shit that you’re fucking in the gender neutral bathroom on lunch anymore, at least they don’t have to get stuck in the middle of all the longing stares 😭

[jellyfishinsideajar]

My brain has been stuck on the whole concept of Tfp bots interacting with humanity and I NEED to talk about it-

We know for a fact that the kids introduced SOME human media to the bots, video games, music, movies, memes, and etc.

Just imagine bots like Bumblebee and Bulkhead huddled around the kids lounge area staring intently at the small screen of the tv as they watch an MTV drama show (Ratchet is silently listening in). Arcee says it’s stupid, but if she happens to walk by during a scene where the humans are arguing, she’ll stand in place with her arms crossed over her chassis. Optimus doesn’t quite understand it, but he isn’t too keen on the idea of an entire show revolving around people’s personal lives. It’s just a taboo concept to him.

Miko parroting the daily hot gossip from their school to Jack and Raf, cue to the bots being in complete shock as they hear the teenage drama unfold. Something about a girl filling her ex-boyfriends entire locker with glitter glue cause he cheated on her, followed by retaliation from the other girl with slime in the girls locker. It all seems so stupid and completely unnecessary, but they never tell Miko to stop talking when she gossips. (They’re too invested now and want to know what the hell is going on too) Jack, usually unamused, but finding some of it funny, while Raf isn’t too interested in the first place seeing as he’s still a fair bit younger than everyone else.

Jack and Miko discussing rock bands and music together, lamenting about how cool it would be to go see a concert. (Come on, Ratchet- A ground bridge to LA for a concert is totally appropriate use of alien technology) Bulkhead and Arcee in turn often hearing about their little humans favorite songs and artists.

[jellyfishinsideajar]

It’s literally the middle of the night, but I can’t stop thinking about the Tfp! Bots interacting with humans.. they’re so fascinated with these little creatures,,

They simply ADORE the kids and even though Ratchet is such a grumpy bot, he adores them too and I just wish we got to see more human allies within Tfp cause I think it would’ve been so cool, but that probably would’ve been too much for the story-driven plot of Prime, but I WANT it,,,

[jellyfishinsideajar]

Dating [Tfp] Ratchet Headcanons

( This old man was the biggest crush Highschool! Me had and he deserves all the love and he doesn’t get enough of it )

The reason you’re with Ratchet is beyond him, whether you’re a human or fellow Autobot, you’re much younger than him. You could do so much better and yet you’ve chosen to love on the old man of Team Prime

He’s very reserved and prefers to keep your relationship private, on the down-low so to speak.

Things like PDA and nicknames aren’t really something he feels comfortable with expressing in front of everybody, especially the kids. He already endures enough of Miko’s teasing about his soft spot for you and yes, it did get worse when you two officially got together. She’s your biggest supporter, deal with it.

At the very most, he’ll rest a servo on the small of your back and gently pat the top of your head.

He’s extremely gentle! Whether you’re a human or Cybertronian, his touch is always so loving and comforting.

While he may voice his disdain for organics, he isn’t entirely despondent of Homo Sapians. He just holds concern for involving humans in their affairs in the first place. In truth, he holds some respect for the human race for coming such a long way. Ratchet would be devestated to see them fall down the same path as the Cybertronians.

If you are a human, it takes a real long time before you two end up dating and even then, Ratchet’s circuits are in disarray struggling to rationalize why someone like you would want to be with someone like him.

If you’re a fellow Autobot, Ratchet is mainly worried how his personal relationship with you might affect his work.

He already worries so much for the others, but you- Ratchet is constantly worried, always checking you for injuries when you return from missions and making sure your Energon levels are properly balanced.

For as much as he cares and fusses over you, you already know he doesn’t even spare himself a moments rest.

You are constantly having to fight him on taking a break, recharging, and just taking care of himself in general. He sacrifices a lot for his team and still strives to do more.

While an honorable endeavor on his part, it’s obvious how much burning the candle on both ends begins to take a toll on him.

Ratchet doesn’t exactly considering himself the most romantic bot, but he makes attempts to indulge you.

Do NOT expect cheesy things from him though, he’s an old mech and he isn’t going to waste time on ‘silly’ grand gestures when he can have an honest conversation with you face-to-face.

As a fellow Autobot, you hardly get downtime. Ratchet spares himself even less time to relax- Yet, in the middle of the night, when the world is quiet and the base is still- You can coax his servos into your own, pulling him back to your shared habsuite and into the metal slab of your berth. Lying close together where your chassis is pressed against his and the thrum of your sparks sync together as one.

It’s considerably harder though if you’re human- While you may spend a lot of time at base with him and the others, you have a life outside of him. Family, friends, work, and college- Somedays, he wishes you to do better than him, to find a partner who can truly and fully commit to you in all aspects of life.

You make him forget those worries of his every chance you get, reassuring him that you know what you signed up for and are more than happy to be with him.

Nicknames like “Sweetspark” “Hummingbird” are his favorite to use and while he isn’t too keen on nicknames for himself, he won’t get after you for calling him “Dear”. He rather enjoys it actually, but don’t tell Bumblebee or Smokescreen- or Primus forbid, Miko. He won’t ever hear the end of it.

Overall, Ratchet is a fine mech who, while may not always have or make the time for you, makes it clear that you are special to him. Regardless of metal or flesh.

[jellyfishinsideajar]

Not sure if doing it right (more specificly if there is an extra step or steps, if that makes sense) but F it still trying.

If you can and want to, could I ask for a Cole x reader type thing. Where the reader knows how obsessivly nuts he is but chooses not to say anything cause either he/she/they are EXACTLY the same way about him and find it amusing or is insanity insecure and will take whatever available even if from a nut job.

Also, have panther wallpaper I either made or found on Zedge. I played with it a bit and top two are my faves and the third is original if you wanna play with it yourself.

Have good day/night/evening ❤

Cole x Reader who is as obsessed as he is with them

I simply adore Cole,,, He’s my favorite of the Blush Blush boys and in all honesty, I think he would be fucking DELIGHTED to know that the reader is fully aware of his behavior and reciprocates it.

I may have also gotten a little carried away with this prompt and written a whole drabble- hope you like it

The wallpapers also rlly cute, thank you

Cole always felt a bit out of place around others, constantly wearing a mask in order to appear friendly and unassuming. In turn, he never really felt close with anybody.

The first time he saw you, he was mesmerized- the gruesome crime scene splayed out at your feet, yet your face showed no disgust, no sorrow or even pity. Instead you seemed almost… enthralled.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew the soft-spoken, polite, and selfless demeanor you wore was nothing more than a mask- One you immediately recognized in him as well.

Although, truth be told, you hid your true nature much better than Cole ever could. Because while Cole found it easy to keep up the appearance of his mask around strangers, it began to crack around your Manimal ‘friends’.

Watching them eat up the affection and attention you focused on each and every one of them was pure torture. Even more so when he knew that none of them- None of them truly understood you, yet they acted so familiar with you.

Where Cole strived to uphold a ‘normal’ demeanor, polite, but reserved, you were all smiles and kind gestures. Your fascination with the unusual and strange more of a disturbed appreciation for the gruesome nature of life.

You had even admitted to him that you found the same gruesome nature in him- That it had pulled you in the same way your nature lured him into the very same trap.

Not to mention- Despite the unwavering love and kindness you extended to everyone around you those around you, whenever a fellow manimal would express a deeper appreciation for you, you’d simply nod, never pressing further or wishing to actually acknowledge their feelings for you. Letting your lack of care tell them all they needed to know about where you stood.

Still, Cole couldn’t help feeling jealous, feel the need to remind them of their place- where your affections truly lied.

You were completely aware of your own self worth, your own selfish wants and needs- Cole just happened to line up perfectly with all the ideal qualities you’d want in someone.

It also doesn’t hurt that he’s quite handsome, a particular trait you remind him of as often as he reminds you that you’re beautiful.

Cole is never once subtle about his obsession with you, unlike how he would do his best to behave around a more mentally stable partner. Mornings in bed spent whispering words of devotion and longing to the other, small acts of affection that scream obsession and want.

Not to mention, silently threatening anybody that may pose a threat to your relationship.

It’s amusing to watch you do the same for him. Love and obsessive nature intertwined perfectly in twain.

—

“You’re insane.”

Cole froze, unsure where you were going with your sentence. His hands messy with flour, fingers twitching and hovering over the slab of dough he was kneading. You simply continue to stir your whisk with a smile across the other side of the counter.

“I love you so much, it hurts to think about it sometimes.”

Oh, you did have a point- You were about to say something that would make Cole’s heart completely burst with the barely contained love he already held for you.

“Whatever you’re about to say, I can already assure you, I feel the same and I’d even go farther to say that I feel absolutely addicted to your mere presence.”

He was about to begin another monologue of how much he loved you, cherished, and adored your very being. It came so easy to him, not once did Cole question the words that left his lips- Because he knew he meant every single thing.

“Heh, let me finish.” You click your tongue, amused with his beginnings of a tangent. Cole noticing and loving the way he can catch a glimpse of your canines as you do.

“You’re insane- I love that about you, I actually know that you care, that you actually mean what you say and do. I cherish you.”

Those last three words shut him up. Whatever grand sermon he had prepared to make in your honor shelved away in his brain as he attempts to not let the sheer force of your words buckle his knees and let him fall to the floor. Cole’s chest ached, his heart throbbing painfully- demanding to be set free and take its rightful place next to yours in your own chest.

Cole manages to remain calm and composed, letting his lips curve into a smile before returning his attention back down to the ball of dough in front of him. Lest he jump over the counter and tackle you to the floor, closing the distance and pressing his body to yours.

“As do I.”

[megtrns]

seasonal anthologies ft. the mtmte bots, sfw !

summer is for celebrations and driving down to the beach with drift, where the air hot and thick despite the setting sun in the distance. you stick your head out the passenger window to feel the wind rushing past your ears, the excited roar of his engines bouncing off the cliffside. it's sitting on rodimus's shoulders as he runs past the shore, the spray of cold water making you squeal into the side of his helm. june, july, august — salt dissolves in your mouth while thunder rumbles in the distance. you sit by the steps of your porch with swerve, the air heavy with heat. as if the earth was holding its breath in anticipation, waiting to break and give way to rain. his big, blocky fingers awkwardly tearing through an orange for you to eat. saccharine and sticky, the fruit drips down your forearms with every bite. green is the grass between your toes, grey is the sky as it melts to nightfall. summer is when the mattress dips unequally to one side, where you and tailgate sleep back to back, skin to metal. the warmth sinks into your bone, blanket on the floor as the faint whirring of his systems lulls you to sleep. fall is for new beginnings, shorter days, and knitted scarves. where the sunlight is lighter and softer, casting long, golden shadows across ratchet's face. he displaces his mass to help you tie your coat by its belt, pulling you closer to soak in the heat radiating off his chassis—soft wool between his shiny servos. september bleeds into october, and somewhere between, where the air is so clean it shivers, cyclonus walks next to you in muted contemplation. optics quietly taking in the ocean of leaves crunching underneath his pedes. cinnamon between your teeth as you swallow your longing, fingers tracing over the holo-picture of skids. nautica says the muted colors remind her of him, but she blames it on the morning chill creeping past her cables. you tell her that fall is the season of reminiscing, of missing what is gone and what is yet to come — the ending and beginning of things, the place where all things come to die. the soil is soft and the world is asleep. this is the part where you turn off the lights and leave.

winter is for joy and relaxation, november a mosaic of warm orange windows and deep blue nights, where the moonshine falls thin and silver. minimus is determined to keep you from straying off the path, guiding you through the thick heap of snow — arms intermingled, hand and servo intertwined. your laughter rings into the night like bells, airy and light; a quiet wish, a happy prayer. for some, december is asleep. it's reclusive and shy, just like rung when he gives in to your request to stay inside, submitting to the weight of the duvet as it swallows you both. for others, the darkness only makes them vigilant. optics wide awake, prowl slinks back into the shadows, pale like the blizzard, soundless like a secret. early mornings and frozen lakes, megatron tells you the winter is cruel — barren and empty, silencing the earth. you disagree, telling him that winter is full of hope, where the snow is white with the promise of forgiveness. the promise to begin again.

spring is for waking up under the sun, where the light kisses your cheeks and shoulders; brainstorm suddenly envious of the star. you chew berries against the bark of an old, dying tree. skin buzzing with a new kind of energy, heart bursting at the sight of perceptor studying the small animals in the distance. in february, you stretch your arms to welcome a night of storms. in march, you patiently listen to whirl complain about the pollen in his cogs. finally, in april, the air is alive, sweet and rosy, laughing and singing. first aid lifts you with his open palm, across a running stream, down a winding, rocky path. somewhere behind you, misfire raises his helm to the clear, cloudless sky. drowning himself in the sound of strange birds and even stranger insects. there is a tenderness to all of this, capricious and fickle, flowers buried in the wash of green grass. a dream you don't want to wake up from, an embrace you're not ready to part with. nightbeat says he hates when beautiful things are fleeting, and you think he's no longer referring to the spring, optics sad and distant as they land on you.

[muletia]

[tfp] obsessed!ratchet x human!reader

summary: when his emotions turned overwhelming, ratchet tried to hate you instead, to protect both of you. despite his efforts, he cannot stop caring about you

cw: angst, obsessive thoughts, emotional manipulation, mentions of jealousy and possessiveness, ratchet is kinda toxic in this (but he gets better i promise)

word count: 1250

At first, he tried to hate you. To push you away, to make you despise him just as much as he tried to despise you. To turn passion into hatred, to move to the opposite end of the spectrum, yet still burn with the same fervor, the same intensity. Hatred was, after all, easier to manage than love—easier to understand, easier to explain, and easier to back up with facts. Love was an unknown, raising millions of questions he could never answer. Hatred hurt less. And although both passions were fierce in their own right, Ratchet could swear that the first one was far less damaging.

At first, he tried to be cold. Indifferent toward you, mean, and grumpy. He would throw comments at you that he could have easily kept behind his denta because he knew they would hit a nerve and wound you to some extent. He wanted you to leave him alone, to grow disillusioned with him. To stop interacting, to stop looking, to stop being a part of his daily life.

Another warm relationship was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Ratchet was tired. Tired of war, tired of being a medic, tired of patching up his friends only for them to return with fresh, bleeding wounds—or not return at all. Every mech and femme he grew close to either died or suffered, and he had to watch. Watch as the light faded from their optics, as energon poured from their wounds, as they lost limbs. You weren’t a Cybertronian, but would associating with him not weave a similar fate for you? One filled with pain and suffering? If the war didn’t harm you, his feelings surely would—what difference would it make? And your death was something he could not survive.

That’s why he wanted to prevent it. To break the vicious cycle, to stop the machinery of torment. To give himself no hope of a happy ending because he knew it was never meant for him. He couldn’t afford to think of himself. Ratchet was harsh, unfeeling. He made sure that every word he said struck like an icicle, that it hurt. Yet he wasn’t sure who was suffering more. The last thing he wanted was to cause you pain, but in this situation, he saw no other way. In a sense, he was saving you from catastrophe, from a collision that would destroy you both. He preferred to deliver the blow when his feelings were just budding, before his infatuation grew into something unmanageable. At least then, you’d both have a chance to recover.

But he found himself checking on you. Ensuring you were all right, even though he had just done so moments ago. He found himself having needs that terrified him because he was never supposed to feel them. Even with a carefully laid plan, with his rigidly set values, Ratchet’s thoughts circled taboo. He contemplated touch, intimacy. Happiness that wasn’t meant for him.

He often wondered if you understood why he had to be the way he was; what kind of clay the war had molded him from. If he explained the details, would you grasp his intentions? Understand that he couldn’t afford the luxury of love? He only hoped you didn’t think it was your fault, that you had made some mistake, even though he gave you no reason to think otherwise. And that hurt more than any sharp remark he ever hurled your way.

It was a pity that by the time he acted, it was already too late. You had cast your spell, enchanted him and his processor. You haunted him during the day, in dreams, when you visited your alien friends, and when you were at home. You appeared in his thoughts when he least expected it, yet when he needed it most. At first, sporadically—when you hadn’t visited them for a while, when he began to miss the sound of your chatter near his workstation. When the lack of your presence started to bother him. Then, you appeared more frequently, and fleeting memories turned into fantasies and daydreams. He stopped thinking he’d like you to sit with him and started longing. Intensely, fervently.

Still, he believed his plan would work. That he could end the relationship he had nurtured for so many months. But you had entirely different plans. Consciously or not, you dismantled the calculated, artificial hatred, tearing down the walls he had begun to build around himself.

The first time you touched him to draw his attention, Ratchet was convinced his knees would buckle under his weight. Suddenly, new colors entered his field of vision, and where you touched him, an explosion of sparks erupted, an electricity incomparable to merely being in your presence. The touch was more vivid. Raw and intimate, and so incredibly powerful that it broke him. It pierced through his defenses, reached so deep that Ratchet abandoned his plan. He stopped trying to change your relationship at an unnatural pace and in a dishonest way. Oh, what a fool he had been, what a burden to both you and himself.

Mending the fractured relationship didn’t happen quickly, nor was it easy, but it gave him time to loosen the collar and allow himself to enjoy your company. Your presence brought comfort and peace. Even when you disagreed, when arguments grew heated, Ratchet clung to those shared moments. He wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world and would fight to keep them going. He grew jealous when you claimed you wouldn’t speak to him again, though he knew it wasn’t true. He knew, but he couldn’t stop himself from pulling you into his servos whenever you started talking to someone else. He wasn’t proud, but seeing you in your rightful place, close to him, made everything feel right again. Everything returned to normal.

“I owe you my sincerest apologies,” he once said to Optimus, choosing a day when the base was nearly empty, save for him, his friend, and the two humans who had changed their lives. Whether for better or worse was yet to be determined.

“You have done nothing that could cause me harm,” Optimus replied.

“But I did not understand,” he said. “That has changed somewhat recently.”

The medic’s gaze anchored on you, dispelling any doubt in the leader’s mind. Optimus began to pity his friend.

“Will it ever improve? Will this torment ever bear anything good?” Ratchet asked.

Optimus fell silent for a moment. “I am unable to provide an answer to that. However, I am certain that surrender is not the correct course of action, and you must not pursue it, for it would destroy the benevolence you have labored so long to cultivate. [Name] holds you in great regard; I would urge you to keep this in mind.”

For Ratchet, it was already too late for retreat, though he had lost the battle with himself. You had entwined yourself too deeply in his spark, taken a permanent place in his processor. He failed to keep his feelings in check, and they took over, spreading everywhere.

He started with hatred, using it as a familiar form of self-defense. Now, when you come to him with the tiniest scratch on your finger, Ratchet is ready to wage a war for you, blinded by his feelings. Ready to protect you at all costs, dedicating every free moment solely to you. He was finished, undone, but the fact that his demise would likely come through you no longer mattered to him.

[muletia]

guys,,, let me cook......obsessed!orion

what if optimus’ infatuation with you bypasses his memory loss? he may not remember your name or what you look like, or even that you exist, but he feels that something is wrong—that his spark is so... empty as if it’s searching for something, or someone, to fill it. he feels that someone is missing from his life, that he longs for someone, but he has no idea who. combined with the disorientation and panic caused by suddenly finding himself in an entirely unfamiliar place, it creates a true cocktail of terror.

in this au, the autobots take in optimus with amnesia, not the decepticons. ratchet tries to explain who he is, why he’s there, and what their mission is, but orion can’t bring himself to believe it. what’s more, he keeps looking around the base, closely observing every member of his team, as if he’s searching for someone specific. then he meets fowler and the kids, and he’s instantly fascinated by them. they seem very... familiar to him, as if he’s encountered members of their species before. and when someone mentions that the autobots have another human ally, orion is overjoyed. he desperately wants to meet them, so ratchet calls you.

orion can’t understand why you are so important to him, but you complete his spark. he feels the need to be around you 24/7. while optimus might have restrained himself in his fixation, orion doesn’t. he follows you around like a puppy, refusing to leave your side even for a second. and when you tell him that you’ll have to leave him because you need to go to work? oh god, you’ve never seen such a terrified and panicked being in your life. he’s absolutely desperate to go to work with you or at least drive you there, and explaining to him that it’s not a good idea, that he must remain hidden, and that you can’t spend the whole day in the base is incredibly, incredibly difficult.

i can totally imagine a situation where a lovesick orion is so unbearable at the base that ratchet ends up begging you to take time off work until they find a way to retrieve his memory.

i need to write a longer fic about this...

[jellyfishinsideajar]

How do you write for all of these bots? I'm drowning when even trying to write for them in prime, but I want to write for them ALL in my story, but I'm very lost and wiki is like no help?

I’m gonna be honest- I just happen to remember almost every little thing about the bots I write for. Specifically many of the Autobots.

My brain is a useless pile of mush made up of Transformers trivia and fun facts 🫠

In all honesty tho, I recommend focusing on group of characters at time and see what source material they originate from and indulge in the material itself. Watch the shows, read the comics- at least, that’s what works for me.

Fun fact! Did you know that in Transformers Prime, Smokescreen’s role was originally going to be Hot Rod instead? This would have lead to Rodimus Prime storyline, but the TFP writers couldn’t get the rights

[jellyfishinsideajar]

Oh thank the lord I have found an heaven sent blush blush writer Tysm-

okay so uh…idk if you have character limits, but if you have, please do tell! So erm I wanted to go with Cole and Volks with an INSANELY, oblivious male MC, if you dont do male then maybe gn MC. sorry if your weirded out by me- OR IF YOUR REQUESTS ARE CLOSE

:’)

also I saw your work abt kelby and oml I loved it, your so good at writing!! :)

It’s all good! And thank you- I feel like my writing can be kinda gushy and cringe, but I still enjoy it!

Cole

Cole loved you so very dearly, so very, very, very much that it made his heart swell and his chest ache, but-

You were the definition of clueless.

Your window left open earned no reaction, items being in randomly different places than where you had last seen them only prompted a shrug from you.

Even Cole’s carefully planned scheme to grab your hand, intertwine your fingers together, and give you a gentle squeeze only rewarded him with a smile. Your lips curved upward and the skin around your eyes crinkling as you gave him such a breath-taking smile.

You would think someone as obsessed and mentally unstable as Cole would become frustrated, angry even that his mere presence that he had begun to force into your daily routine went unnoticed, but Cole felt the exact opposite.

He was thrilled by the idea, excited to see how far he could gently push you until what between the two of you was undeniable.

Yes, Cole would continue to integrate his very being into your world until you could no longer remember a time without him by your side.

He is carefully planning it all out and when the day comes where he finally confesses, he’ll make sure there is no way you’ll mistake his words for anything else other than love and pure devotion.

Volks

People say first impressions mean everything and well, Volks did not get a very good first impression of you.

I mean, you had been completely unaware that a bear in a pink dress AND a giant wolf with eyebrows were both stalking you through the forest.

While Volxs finds your oblivious nature annoying at best, there was a point in the relationship where it felt as if he had crossed a line there was no turning back from-

You had gifted him a bouquet, something about bringing a bit of light into his life might make the scowl on his face magically transform into a grin.

He usually wasn’t that surprised by your habitat of gifting him a thousand things every other week, but this was different. The bouquet of white roses, the sparkle in your eyes, and the biggest smile on your face that he had ever seen made his heart ache.

Volx didn’t know too much about flowers, but he did a modeling job with white roses once- the photographer talked everyone’s ears off about why the ‘symbolism’ of respect, loyalty, and love was absolutely crucial to the shoot.

It was one of his favorite gifts.

Even still, the next time the two went out together and a stranger made an comment about how “cute you looked together”, your quick and ‘matter-of-fact’ response of how you two weren’t actually a couple crushed him on the inside.

Despite the fact he found your oblivious nature painfully irritating, he found himself feeling even more idiotic for thinking there was something more between the two of you.

He’s content to let his heart yearn.

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I'm happy there's other active authors on the blush blush fandom!<3 and since you know obey me! I want to ask for blush blush x Angel/demon reader ^^, I don't know you character limit is so anon,scale and characters of your choice pls! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

Sorry this took rlly, rlly, rlly long- I died :D

Jk I graduated community college! Plus with the bad shit happening in the world at the moment, I decided I need to do productive things again. So I’m back and hopefully here to stay!

Anon

It was an explanation though as to why computers always seemed to start acting strange around your presence, glitching without reason, lag from a computer nerds worst nightmare, and how you always seemed to be able to get anywhere you wanted. Bypassing thousands walls of code before the tip his fingers could even touch the keyboard.

Never would have guessed you for a demon, but it made sense the more and more he thought about it. He’s honestly a bit shocked that it took him so long to notice up to this point.

-

“What's that look for? Hmmm?”

“What look?”

The smug expression that had taken residence upon your face made you look all the more mischievous in Anon’s eyes- even more so when he glanced back down at his monitor to see that you had beaten him, again.

“How did you that?! You didn’t even press a single key, I saw you!”

You only gigged and leaned back into your seat across from Anon, closing your eyes and stretching your arms above your head.

“I told you already- I’m just that good, I don’t know why you find it so hard to believe~”

Anon was going ever the more frustrated, not because he continued to lose again and again(he would never admit it made him a wee sour), but he just didn’t understand how you being a demon gave you such a power in the first place.

“It makes no sense- I spent house getting this good and ya tellin’ me all you have to do is look at a computer and that’s it?”

Even with your eyes closed, you could feel Anon’s sneer from across the table.

“I’m. That. Good.”

Stirling

Stirling knew from the beginning, that innocent gleam in your eyes accompanied by the radiant, almost glowing aura that surrounded you was a dead give away. He was a bit shocked when you had no intentions of slaying him, but instead wanting to help him return to his true form. You truly were a saint.

He had no intention of giving up his damned, immortal life though. Not when you two could instead spend eternity together, till the very universe itself froze over or imploded in on itself, whichever came first.

-

"Please, Stirling- Let me help you."

"Help me? My dear, why would I want to return to a mortal life when I can dance with you among the stars till the sun implodes on itself? Why, I want nothing more than to spend the rest of eternity with you..."

You looked at him with soft eyes, eyes that could encapture anyone into doing whatever you wanted,

"Stirling, what of what comes after? I couldn't live with myself knowing you'll burn in hell for all of eternity if you were slain."

"Then I shall make it my promise to you, I will never leave your side if you promise to never leave mine."

It was a promise with consequences for the both of you, what would become of you when it is found out that you've decided to love a demon such as himself?

What would become of you if he were to be slain? Alone for the rest of existence, never to be together again, Stirling couldn't live with himself he ever left you alone to live out the rest of your immortal life.

He'd surely go mad without you.

Cole

Ahh, so that’s why you were so perfect, why didn’t he guess it sooner? His Y/N, an angel, his own angel sent down from above.

He already believed he didn’t deserve you before, but now- Oh no, God must have loved toying with him. What kind of monster deserved a literal angel such as you? Certainly not him. You were too much, too good, too pure- For anyone. Surely you must be gift for him, to set him straight and turn his back on the ugliness of his true nature. A gift he could keep all to himself.

-

"Cole, You're squeezing my hand too tight..."

"My Y/N, my very own angel..."

Even as your gorgeous eyes give him a stern look for his possessive behavior, he knows. You could never do him wrong.

“I’m sorry, my dear. I find I can’t help myself around you, you’re simply too… captivating. I find the need to hold your hand in mine, always.”

He presses a kiss to your knuckles, the sight of your eyes once giving him a stern look just melt- Oh, how he would do anything to keep you by his side.

Your smile, eyes, touch, and very holy presence. His to keep, his to love.

You are his.

He’ll never let you go.

Scale

He had a small suspicion, something in the back of his mind urging him to be wary of your every move, to steer clear of you altogether, but he just couldn't bring himself to do so.

Not only did every instinct in his body tell him run from you, but you also took any chance you got to scare the living daylights out of him. Somehow blending into the darkness better than he ever could in all his years of training.

Even when he had every right to be suspicious and stay clear of you, he felt as if you had a grip on his very soul. Every time you so much as looked into his eyes, he felt captivated by your very being.

-

"Boo."

You whispered softly into Scale’s ear, hot puff of air grazing the shell of his ear that sent a chill down his spine. His entire body flinching, the position from where he’s perched himself above a canopy of trees becoming unstable for just a moment. A moment and no more.

“Y/N- You startled me.”

Scale’s heart rate had spiked for a moment, his hands gripping the bark of the tree branch beneath his fingertips tightly to ensure he didn’t lose balance.

“Aww, I was hoping for a stronger reaction.“

A soft giggle slithered past your lips, your perch above Scale on the branch above giving you the best view of the small ninja who continued to glare up at you, lips pressed into a thin line and brows furrowed.

Your laugh, your damn laugh- Scale felt as if just hearing it took the very air straight from his throat whenever he heard it. Goosebumps quickly making themselves present along the skin of his arms underneath his clothes.

“Perhaps you ought to try a different technique that isn’t sneaking up behind me and simply saying ‘Boo’.”

He finally manages to tear his eyes away from your alluring eyes, the hair on the back his neck standing as he attempted to force his attention elsewhere.

“Oh, I’ll take your advice to heart~”

Your voice was no louder than a whisper, but it felt as if it had a grip over Scale’s own heart.

[jellyfishinsideajar]

I have been starving for some blush blush content so thank you, Anyway can I request kelby and anon (separate)with oblivious/dense reader?

Thank you!♥️

Author’s note: Sorry this took awhile, was a bit busy graduating and stuff

Admittedly, Kelby is one of my favs, second to Cole of course, and I enjoyed writing for both Kelby and Anon. Hope they aren’t too cheesy :)

Kelby

Kelby doesn’t know how to actually flirt, like a normal person anyway.

Even then, half of his sport themed pick up lines don’t even make sense, that’s not even mentioning your own obliviousness

Speaking of which, when people find out you’re not a couple(yet) they’re baffled. You and Kelby just have this relationship where it’s easy to be intimate and affectionate with one another.

Of course, it adds a whole other level to absurdness to just how oblivious you are to Kelby’s affections and knockoff one liners.

There’s something sweet though about how he always shows his affections through his weird athlete metaphors and always offering to do any kind of activity with you. He’s your #1 fun buddy!

He does try to flirt in a more traditional sense every now and then, only to feel discouraged and awkward when you STILL don’t get it. He’s slowly starting to think his flirting skills aren’t the problem.

Funny enough, you DO understand some of his flirting, well half of the time anyways. But at the same time, they also don’t do you never question his sports talk and never even consider that he is actually trying to flirt.

You two eventually figure it out, through awkward tension and confusing explanations, but it’s happens sooner or later.

Anon

Anon, surprisingly, is a decent flirt. Too bad you’re too dense to notice any of his smooth flirting or advances

(Granted, everything that comes out of his mouth sounds a bit cheeky, just another factor playing into your own obliviousness)

He’s tried everything in the book and even some of his own original ideas, but you didn’t bat an eye to small encoded hearts that would show up on your computer and phone OR when you’d get random love letters in your inbox

In your defense, you don’t even check your email half of the time and when you do, you just skim everything in search of something else

The hearts on the other hand came off as more as a kind gesture on Anon’s part, he was your best friend, him tinkering and adding small features with your phone wasn’t anything new.

Anon could feel frustration build up more and more by the day, all of your coffee dates and trips to the amusement park seemed to mean nothing more than simple outings with a close friend. Even after he’d won you a lovely cat plush hugging a heart didn’t even make you consider the possibility that he liked you.

Of course, actually confessing his feelings and having an honest, face-to-face conversation with you was always an option, but Anon feels like his heart would explode from anxiety and suspense alone.

He’d figure out a way to confess, sooner or later, but darn if he’d do his best to not out-right say it. Too bad for him, since you’ve been crushing on him for awhile too. Oh well,,

✨ Reblogs are appreciated~! ✨

[jellyfishinsideajar]

Do you take match ups? And if so do you do one piece?

I’ve never really done match-ups before, but I’d be open to them! I don’t do One Piece tho, sorry!