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Scribs - 27 - he/she/they - MINORS DNI

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Intro/Rules

Hihi I’m Scribs and this is my transformers x reader blog!! I take requests and I’m always happy to chat so feel free to drop an ask 💖

I have a job and other hobbies so I’ll be a little slow with writing sometimes, just a heads up.

Requests: Open

Will write for:

G1 cartoon

MTMTE/Lost Light

IDW

TF One

Armada

The Masterlist

More continuities may get added as time goes on, I need time to revisit some of them because it’s been a while :))

Rules:

Minors do NOT interact or I will block you immediately

Three characters maximum for headcanon requests, and only one character for a fic/scenario request

Please specify human or cybertronian reader otherwise I will just pick whichever I prefer

All SFW requests will default to gender neutral where possible

Please specify if a human reader is afab/amab for NSFW requests, otherwise I will default to a bot reader for NSFW

This is not exactly a rule but a manage your expectations sort of thing — if you request a character like Overlord or one of the DJD, for example, the result will probably be on the more toxic side. I am so sorry I just do not see these guys as capable of normal relationships. They’re a bunch of nasty freaks and I wanna lean into that. I like that aspect of them lol

Stuff I’m willing to write:

NSFW

Poly

Kinks (I’m open to writing most of them tbh, just ask and we’ll see)

Yandere characters

Dubcon, CnC

Stuff I will NOT write:

Scat

NSFW involving minors

Gore

Zoophilia

Non con

All of the above lists are subject to change depending on how this blog goes :)

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I hope you're doing well!

omg hello and thank you for asking!! i’m doing good at the moment but have kinda drifted away from transformers for the time being for a couple reasons

firstly some personal stuff happened right at the end of 2025 that killed my desire to write for the time being, and that desire still hasn’t fully returned yet. i sort of threw myself into my crochet projects to keep myself busy and stay creative in some way without having to think too hard about stuff and i’ve been really enjoying that so i’ve kept it up.

i… also got really into the otome game love and deepspace LMAO truly it has taken over my brain and is a major source of joy for me rn. never before have i gotten so deep into a fandom so quickly and the community i’ve found within part of the fanbase has been really lovely :)) my bank account is not happy with me though, a lot of merch has been purchased in recent months hahaha

i still love transformers, ftr, but it’s one of those interests where the intensity of that love waxes and wanes a lot depending on where i am in life. i guess that’s pretty normal when you’ve been into something for over 20 years? at the moment it’s on the wane, but give it a few months and i might be really into it and writing again... i suppose i should put this blog on hiatus for now, huh?

but yeah. sorry for the radio silence!! i offer my partner’s brainless but very sweet cat as an apology haha

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Happy Christmas to those who celebrate!!!

Unwrapped this freak and was so excited about putting together a larger Blokee figure I forgot to insert batteries so now his tits will never light up……

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Forever thinking about how in that one mtmte oneshot comic Misfire canonically has a “human” holo avatar but he purposefully designed his to look fucked up. Spinister also has one that’s a really tall woman which is pretty cool but he forgot to come up with a face….. just a helmet lmfao

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Preview of things to come 😈

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Got some wee guys hehe

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mi flan

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Cooking Lessons

God it’s been so long since I’ve written anything. Needed to get back in the zone so I had to write about my favourite boy on the Lost Light hehe

Skids x Reader, SFW, GN human reader

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It all started after the trip to Hedonia. While the rest of the crew were taking in the sights or partying it up, you took it upon yourself to investigate the food markets and see if you could procure anything for future consumption. After conversing with various merchants and a bit of haggling, you managed to find a week’s worth of ingredients along with some recipes to try. On the shuttle back, Skids made a joke about the amount of shopping you managed compared to everyone else and that kicked off a conversation about your purchases. Which got him curious about cooking as a skill set. So of course, Skids being Skids and always looking for something new to try, wanted to watch you cook and give it a go himself. All leading up to now, as you finish the last few bites on your plate as a mass displaced Skids watches on, looking more than a little pleased with himself.

“This isn’t fair,” you groan as you put your fork down and weigh up how impolite it would be to swipe your fingers across the plate to get some of the leftover sauce. “We both followed the exact same recipe so how is your one better? You can’t even eat this stuff or it’ll gum up your pipes or something…”

“Aw come on, now,” Skids smiles reassuringly, “They looked the same to me… there can’t have been that much of a difference?”

“I mean the difference isn’t huge, but if I didn’t know about your superlearner ability,” you decide to go for it, manners be damned. Having eaten nothing but bland nutrient bars for several months you’re reluctant to waste even a morsel that tastes this good. “I’d have thought you’d been cooking for years.”

“Oh yeah?” his smile grows wider as he leans forward and rests his helm on his servo. Can’t help it when he gets praised. Becoming an expert in new things is basically instinct at this point, but it never hurts to be told he’s done well. “Tell me what made it so good? Since I can’t try it.”

“The flavours were more balanced… I think my attempt was lacking acidity yesterday?”

“That’s all?”

“It’s the little things that make all the difference, you know.” You stand, gathering your empty plate and cutlery before walking over to the sink. “Anyway, we should cook something together next time.”

“What, scared you’ll lose to me again?”

“I just think it’ll be more fun that way.” You reply as the sink fills with water and you begin cleaning up.

Skids watches on from his seat at the table as you lather and rinse the utensils he was using minutes before, glad to have had this opportunity to spend time with you. He’d been curious about you, the organic stowaway on a mechanical ship, ever since he joined the Lost Light. Despite his many, many years in the diplomatic corps, he can’t recall ever meeting an organic that was anything like you, alien but eerily similar to his fellow Cybertronians in build. Just a lot smaller. Surely it’s just a coincidence, but the similarities between your species has his theoretician brain turning. Wants to know more about you and your kind,

The next day, Skids arrives at your habsuite and mass displaces so he can join you in the kitchen area again. Looking at the ingredients spread across the worktop, then back to you, he raises an optic ridge in a silent question. Surely this is too much food for one person?

“Figured with an extra pair of hands in the kitchen we could also make dessert…” you say, not wanting to admit that it’s so he can stay longer. It gets lonely as the only human on the ship sometimes. While you’ve managed to make a few friends, not all of them are willing to show an interest in your hobbies the way Skids is right now. “Too ambitious?”

“Nah, sounds great, I like a challenge.” He leans over your shoulder to read the recipe cards you’re holding. “What are we making today?”

“So I think the main meal is pretty similar to curried fish, and the dessert is kinda like a pie?”

“You sound so confident.”

“It’s what I’m getting from the instructions.” You shrug. “Do you even know what a pie is?”

Skids huffs out an ex-vent. “How about we get started, yeah?”

It’s strange. Despite how far you are from home, working with ingredients that are completely alien to you in the very literal sense, the cooking techniques are mostly the same. Turns out stews and curries are fairly universal, though alien baking techniques are a bit different from what you’re used to. Preparing the filling for your pie will be simple enough, but the ‘pastry’ is a bit more complicated. With twice the number of ingredients of a typical pastry and having trouble interpreting a couple of steps in the recipe, you’re relieved when Skids steps away from prepping for the curry and suggests the two of you swap jobs for a little while.

The fillets you’re cutting into bite sized chunks mostly seem no different to regular raw fish you’ve handled on Earth, besides the deep red colour more reminiscent of oxblood. Once you add them to the pot with the various spices Skids measured out and you pour in a thick, milky liquid, however, the aroma that fills your hab is anything but fishy. Instead, it registers as almost floral to you.

Leaving the fish to simmer, you check on Skids’s progress with the alien pie. He’s managed to complete the pastry and already gotten started on the filling, always the quick study. You stop what you’re doing, watching as he brings a knife down on an orange fruit and smoothly cuts it into neat little slices before taking another and repeating the motion. It was only two days ago that you showed him how to use a kitchen knife and just yesterday that he actually used one for the first time himself. Can’t help feeling a pang of jealousy, how nice it must be to pick up new skills without even trying.

“Something up? You’re staring.”

“It’s nothing! I mean- uh-” Didn’t realise you were being that obvious as you try to stammer out something coherent. “You’re just really good at that.” You motion to the knife in his servo. “Took me ages to use a knife that well.”

Skids chuckles to himself as he transfers the sliced fruit into a bowl. “What can I say? Learned from the best.”

“I just have a lot of practice, that’s all.”

“And it’s clearly paid off.”

“… Thanks.” Can’t help the smile that spreads across your face when he says something like that. Feels good to have your skill recognised.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you return to your respective tasks. The smell emanating from the curry is stronger now, the fish definitely reminding you of flowers alongside the alien spices used in the roux. You frown slightly, aroma not exactly matching up to expectations before lifting your spoon to taste. Oh that’s good. The heat from the spices balanced by a hint of sweet and sour from that creamy liquid you mixed in as the flavours spread across your tongue. You really need to memorise what these ingredients are called in case you can find more on other planets.

Curry finished and the pie now baking in the oven, the two of you sit down to find out if your attempt at cooking alien fish is successful or not. Bringing your spoon to the plate, you find the fish comes apart smoothly, revealing ruby red flesh that glistens in the light. Cooks the same way as most whitefish, just a different colour. Visually a good sign. You take a bite and immediately the warming flavour of the roux hits your tongue before the taste of the fish registers. It’s… different. Definitely nothing like any fish you’ve eaten before. More fragrant.

“I think what you’re doing is really impressive, you know.”

The sudden compliment almost makes you choke on your food.

“You what?”

“The way you’ve jumped into this… ‘alien cooking’. For someone new to space travel, you’ve adapted pretty quickly.”

“I mean, the techniques are mostly the same,” You say between mouthfuls, the taste of the fish still indescribable, but it’s growing on you quickly. “Just working with different ingredients. Won’t be able to come up with my own ideas for a while though. Some of these flavours and textures are completely new to me.”

Skids lets you get on with eating, likes that you’ve got this drive to pursue something you’re passionate about. He also has to admit he likes watching you eat. There’s something endearing about the way your expression changes as you try to figure out the flavours in your meal. Starts to wonder what your food tastes like, but his only points of reference for flavour are energon, engex, and the occasional splash of different motor oils. He has no idea what this curry of yours could taste like when the smell and appearance are so… organic… but there must be a way for him to find out without damaging his internals.

You feel kind of bad, eating in front of him when he doesn’t even have something to snack on. Skids doesn’t seem all that bothered though. If anything he seems happy to just watch you eat. If he was a human, you’d probably be more uncomfortable with him staring so much, but you just put it down to him being curious about you, the ship’s token organic.

Having finished your meal, the two of you spend some time chatting, mostly Skids asking questions about human food and letting you do most of the actual talking, until the oven starts beeping and it’s time to take the pie out. A sweet scent fills the air as the pie is removed from the oven and put aside to cool. The pastry being a deep indigo colour is a bit off putting, but the fish turned out fine so you’re sure this can’t be much worse.

“So… why are you so interested in cooking?”

“I dunno. Because it’s so different to how I refuel? Cybertronians have a pretty limited diet so… hm.” He folds his arms. “Guess I’m kind of jealous you have so many options?”

“Do you want to try the pie?”

Skids considers your offer. This is probably a horrible idea, his internals aren’t built to process organic matter. A taste should be okay though, right? If he reverts to his normal size he should be able to eat something without any major repercussions. Probably.

“Oh, go on then,” He says as he moves out of your kitchen, undoing his mass displacement. Bending down, he offers an outstretched finger. “I’ll have a slice.”

“I was kind of joking, but if you insist…” Hope this doesn’t accidentally kill him somehow. You cut a slice for yourself, then another to place on Skids’s digit. This pie is so gooey. Maybe it needed to set before being served? Too late to worry about that now as you take a bite while Skids pops his into his mouth in one go. “So, what do you think?”

“It’s… very different. I don’t know how to describe this.” It’s not the worst thing he’s ever eaten. The taste and texture, however, are so alien he’s not sure he can fully process them. Then he swallows. Oh dear. Knows the moment it’s reached his fuel tank because he can feel something fizzing inside of him. That’s not normal. “I think you need to call Ratchet.” Is all he says as he walks out of your habsuite, only to purge his tanks in your doorway.

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My horrible evil and insane pookie 💖🥰🫶

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I’M BACK

So when I said I’d be gone for a couple of weeks that did NOT go to plan lol. Some personal stuff happened causing my original plans go up in smoke and I couldn’t focus on writing anything for a while 💀 I also got the crochet bug so a lot of my free time has gone into that and bingeing shows while i stitch haha

Been working on something for the past few days though so expect some new writing Very Soon :))

Edit: just realised there’s over 100 of you following me now??? Thank you so much 😭💖💖

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me when you post and I get to enjoy it like fancy vintage wine also I hope you’re well! lol

ehehehe thank you Miso!!!!!

Also thank you!! I’m doing good now 💖💖💖 hope you’re well toooo 🫶

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So I’ve already been quiet for like a week-ish? but i’ve got a bunch of stuff happening over the next 2 or 3 weeks so if i appear inactive or only reblog other people’s stuff….. it’s because I’m too busy to write anything 😭😭

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More kisses please

Yes I love Brainstorm how could you tell? Totally not based off @scribblecon’s headcanons of him. I love a clingy diva, what can I say?

Summary : your Conjunx loves it when you praise him and he can’t get enough, but maybe you get some in turn too.

Warnings : gn!cybertronian reader nothing really mentioned aside from being of a heavier build. SFW

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Brainstorm has always been one clingy mech even after all these years together that still hasn’t changed. you chuckle nuzzling your face into his neck cables, his arms around your neck as he’s sat comfortably in your lap. His squeals and giggles are still as cute as ever.

“Say it again, pleeease?” The scientist pleads, rapidly fluttering his optics trying to bait you into giving him more.

How different he sounds asking for more praise, once he use to be so teasing like he couldn’t hear you and now here he’s begging for more. You smile pressing more kisses along his neck cables, earning more giddy giggles from him.

“You’re so smart.” you mutter into his metal. Dermas slowly dragged up and under his audial receptor to press another kiss, “My handsome mech, so pretty for me.”

Brainstorm’s shriek is loud in your audials but it’s worth it to see his wings wiggling so happily, and a cute blue blush coating his cheeks.

“Mhm! Tell me more, just a liiittle more.”

You roll your optics playfully, unable to deny your sweet conjunx.

“You’re so needy, Stormy, what have I not been loving you enough?” It’s nothing more than a playful tease, but the smaller mech jumps to defend himself.

“No, of course not! But is it so wrong to want to hear you say sweet things about me?” He sighs dramatically, gold colored optics looking into your rich bright ones, “I’ve missed you for so many cycles, I never thought I’d get to hear your voice again.”

You chuckle at how dramatic he is, you weren’t even gone that long, honest! Just a few weeks on a mission, a task needed to be done, but your beloved Conjunx acts like you’ve been away from him for millions of stellar cycles.

You smile at him, kissing his mask, “Well, you have me now, right? I can make up for lost time now.”

His arms tighten around you pressing your chassis firmly together, one wrong move would scratch both of your paint jobs. The sound of steam releasing makes your finials twitch, watching as his mask retracts to finally reveal his dermas, which he is quick to press against your own. His arms pull back just to place his servos on either side of your face plate, holding you close, pressing his dermas firmer against yours as if this would be the last time he’d ever see you.

you move your servos from his hips and sliding up his back strut, leaving one to rest on his lower back and the other resting between his fluttering wings. Brainstorm hums into the kiss, the feelings almost overwhelming his spark forcing him to pull away to in-vent properly.

“I love you, my pretty mech.” You coo, kissing the corner of his dermas, engine near purring at the texture of his unique intake.

“I love you too, my spark. My stunning conjunx.” Brainstorm spoke, leaning in once more just for a servo to be placed on his cheek and shoved away.

The flight bot looks to you in shock but swiftly sees your flushed cheeks and optics looking away from him.

“Stop that, this is supposed to be about you getting praise, not me.”

Yet that does little to hold back the devious scientist before you, if anything it just makes his grin grow and optics sparkling at the opportunity in front of him.

“What? Are you telling me I can’t tell my Conjunx how pretty they are? How much do they mean to me?”

“Stoooop.”

Yet he does in fact not stop, his dermas puckering and kissing the servo pushing him away.

“Nooo! I need to tell you how stunning you are! Such a thick luscious frame asking to be held, with such a smart intake to sass me with, and beautiful optics catching my attention-mm!”

Brainstorm halfheartedly glares at you, who shoves both your servos over his intake. you toss your helm back against the chair, staring up at the ceiling and trying to still your thrumming spark. You can feel your face plate burning, your cheeks flushed a deep blue as you try to calm down.

The scientist moves under your servos, slamming his helm into your neck cables and kissing furiously wherever he could reach making you squeal at the ticklish sensation. Each kiss getting paired with a soft ’mwah! Mwah! Mwah!’ the wet feeling of his kisses making you squirm under him. your laughter echoing in the lab you two are sitting in, trying so hard to push his helm away and get him to stop.

“S-stormyyy! Quit it- pff! That tickles-!” You shriek, squirming under him and trying to escape his kisses.

“Not until I get it through your helm that I love you!”

“I know! I know!” you tried to plead, you know he cares and adores you! But it falls on deaf audials, you underestimated his affection and just how stubborn he can be when he has a point to prove.

You aren’t going to be freed until he gets all the kisses he’s been saving out of his system.

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THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAA

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SFW, GN human reader

Part 2

Cultural Exchange Part 3

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The anxiety that wells up inside you whenever you’re due another meeting with Megatron is slightly less intense today. Yesterday was the first proper session and it was easier to get through than expected, maybe because you were allowed to take the lead and Megatron is clearly phoning it in? Can’t deny your curiosity for today either. Will he follow through? He did read Pride and Prejudice, so you figure he’d be fine with sharing some alien literature too.

“Hello again.” Megatron greets you as you take your usual place. You give a polite nod in response.

“Did you pick something out?”

“Yes. I found some poetry that might be of interest.” He taps at a datapad, sending you a copy. “It was fairly influential at the time of writing.”

“Hm. Interesting.” You murmur, scrolling through the text you’ve just received. A handful of glyphs you recognise, but the vast majority of it is incomprehensible. “I can’t understand Neocybex very well, though.”

“You’ve been living amongst cybertronians for several years and you lack even a basic grasp of our language?” He looks at you with contempt, as if you’ve never made an effort to learn.

“I-” You’re about to make a cutting remark in response, because he obviously doesn’t know about the obvious barriers to learning a mechanical language, but you stop yourself when you notice the ghost of a smirk gracing Megatron’s lips. He’s messing with you again. Refusing to be baited, you start over, more deliberate in your response. “Neocybex uses a wider range of pitch and frequencies than what humans are capable of hearing, so some of it is completely inaudible. You try reading a language when you physically cannot comprehend a third of the phonetics.”

“Maybe you should try harder.” He’s dismissive in tone, still trying to get a rise out of you.

“Maybe you should translate the poem? I can’t discuss something I can’t read. That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” Technically you’re here because Ultra Magnus ordered it. But if he’s going to be condescending, you want to see how far you can push being able to speak freely and take the lead.

“Very well.” Rolling his optics as he stands, you flinch on instinct, for a moment worried he’s going to approach you. Megatron lets out an amused vent at your reaction before clearing his intake, and then he begins to read aloud for you.

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Upon finishing his translation, Megatron sits back down. It has to be said, his performance was impressive. Usually so lacking in expressiveness, this little poetry reading seemed to make him come alive. There was a passion and fury to his voice that almost made you feel something in turn. You can see how he could have easily amassed enough followers to kickstart a revolution, he can be practically oozing with charisma when he chooses. There was one issue, however. A glaring problem with the text he selected.

“Either whoever wrote this…” You trail off, thinking over how to continue. Can you get away with being honest? You figure since he’s been messing with you it’s only fair. It’s not like he wrote it, anyway. “Either they don’t know the first thing about what makes for good poetry or you’re a terrible translator.”

Megatron’s expression falters ever so slightly, if you weren’t already scrutinising him you’d have missed it. Evidently he was not expecting you to criticise something so influential. A heavy silence descends upon the room. He didn’t, did he?

“… Did you just read one of your own poems?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No? It is a bit weird though.” Is it an ego thing? Some attempt at asserting intellectual dominance? “I expected you to start with your influences rather than jumping straight into a Megatron original.”

“What influences?”

“Surely you read other people’s work before writing anything yourself?”

“You think I had time to read for pleasure while being forced to work like a slave in those mines?”

Watching you open your mouth, only to think better of responding to him, Megatron feels a twist of emotions. On the one hand, he’s won the exchange in that he’s likely managed to make you feel ignorant, for failing to take into account his hardships. On the other, you just insulted his writing, or at the very least his attempt at translating into English. It shouldn’t bother him, you’re just a human. There may be a spark of intelligence behind those strange looking eyes of yours, but at the end of the day there’s only so much your kind can comprehend. Besides, it definitely sounds better in Neocybex. It’s not his problem your species has defective hearing. Resting his chin on his servos, he studies your diminutive form from across the room.

You’ve found the confidence to talk back, but always look like you’re ready to run away at a moment’s notice. He doesn’t understand why you’re making such an effort when he certainly isn’t. He’s playing along for now because you’re an amusement. A small distraction away from the lunacy that is daily life on this ship. Nothing more.

“Putting your shoddy translation aside, the message of your poem is clear.” It’s not worth engaging with his attempt at making you feel bad for him. Better to put your focus back on the writing itself for the brief moment you have left before you can go.

“You think you understand something you describe as badly translated?” He scoffs.

“Please, your performance gave it away. It was obviously written at a time when you were furious with your circumstances and wanted things to change for the better.” Your timer goes off, signalling the meeting’s end. “It was also about as subtle as a sledgehammer and very repetitive. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Since we were talking about it...how do you think human reader x Nickle relationship would go? (romantic wise) I know there would probably be like an enemies to lovers thing with Nickle starting off racist towards organics.

Omg this took a while to get too oopsyyy!! I feel like Nickel is the definition of a slow burn character when it comes to tf x human stuff because she has so much baggage to deal with… actual years of knowing each other before she lets you smash kinda situation lol

SFW, GN human reader, slight injury mention

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Upon meeting you, Nickel’s first instinct is to either kill you or create as much distance as possible. The destruction of her home at the hands of organics has traumatised her, and the technoist beliefs instilled by her time in the DJD further cement a prejudice against anything non-mechanical. You may be small and squishy, far more fragile than her, but she’s certain you’re capable of hurting her somehow.

It takes several months for her to warm up to you. Seeing how other cybertronians don’t see you as a threat, instead treating you as a friend and colleague, it helps her to see you in a new light. Where she previously avoided you whenever possible, Nickel is now willing to work alongside you. Far from being openly friendly, her interactions with you are mostly curt and impersonal, but she doesn’t give you the same wide berth as before. Nor does she try to excuse herself from social situations upon realising you’re there too.

Nickel doesn’t realise she’s began to actually like you as a person until there’s an accident and you get hurt. Badly. Sent to the medbay with broken bones and severe blood loss badly. After your condition is stabilised by Ratchet and you’re prescribed several weeks off work to recuperate, Nickel is the one who takes charge of tending to you until you’re fully recovered. It’s strange, you were always under the impression she merely tolerated you at best, but now she’s taking surprisingly good care of you, all the while lecturing you on how big an idiot you have to be to have gotten caught up in such a terrible accident to begin with.

She has to stop mid rant when you start laughing, demanding to know what’s so funny. When you inform her it’s because this is the first time she’s ever chewed you out, Nickel scoffs at you to shut up as she turns away. She can deny it all she likes but Nickel cares about you now, and that realisation is such a relief to you after the initial rough start you had with her.

Even once you’re fully recovered and back to business as usual, Nickel does not stop fussing over you. She does know you can take care of yourself, but you now have a robot mother hen following you around when she’s not on medbay duty. If she thinks you’re at risk of falling off a ledge she’s using her jet pack to swoop over and stop that from happening. When larger bots try to grab at you or, Prion forbid, start throwing you around (coughRollercough), Nickel is there to yell at them about respecting your boundaries and do they have any idea how easily they could hurt you?? Putting the DJD in their place was no problem in the past, she can do the exact same with the entirety of the Lost Light if she has to.

Eventually her feelings turn from friendship to romantic in nature, but she can’t find a way to voice these feelings out loud. Her protectiveness wordlessly morphs into affection, her servos seeking your hands to hold in crowded spaces under the guise of keeping you you close to her if you allow it. She’ll never confess first. A small part of her still unsure if she should be holding these kinds of feelings for an organic to begin with.

Meanwhile on your end, it sort of feels like you’ve been an item for a while, like the two of you stumbled into a relationship by chance, but Nickel is too shy to take things further than holding hands or letting you curl up against her in private. When you ask if you can kiss her one night, you’re confused when she gets flustered and asks you where that request came from. Then she gets confused when you tell her you thought you were dating.

After a much needed conversation about your feelings for each other, the two of you can’t help collapsing into laughter. How long had this mutual pining gone on for? You’ve both lost track. You don’t ask for permission this time, planting a kiss right where Nickel’s nose would be if she had one, laughter bubbling up again as the blue metal of her face heats, tinged purple from the molten pink energon rising to her cheeks. Then she’s grabbing you, pulling you in so she can return the favour.

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YOU LIKE MISFIRE?? Omgomgomg I have to ask now I am starved for this damn dork. Do you have any headcanons or scenarios of Misfire being a big ol’ simp for a cybertronian reader? He misses every damn shot expect the one to my heart😭 ily

I LOVE MISFIRE he’s so silly goofy 💖

SFW, Fluff, GN Cybertronian reader

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When Misfire likes someone, he really likes them and makes it well known. Expect all the pet names, from being affectionately called a loser to typical endearments like sweetspark. He also sometimes uses silly mushy nicknames like shmoopy because he thinks it’s funny. Sometimes he’ll start calling you increasingly ridiculous things while kissing up your arm in front of his fellow Scavengers specifically to gross them out with your PDA, not stopping until either one of them, usually Crankcase, starts yelling at the two of you to get a room or someone starts throwing things in an attempt to make it stop.

He’s always very tactile, holding your servos or slinging an arm over your shoulders or around your waist. Absolutely the type to do the yawn and stretch while watching a movie with you. Misfire also seems like the type to enjoy dancing, even if he’s not the best at it, and will pull you into little improvised numbers so he has an excuse to spin you around or dip you low to the ground and kiss you.

Starts telling people that you’re his conjunx almost immediately after you start dating. The high of a new relationship, of having his feelings for you reciprocated, it has him mentally jumping ahead and thinking about the perfect time to perform the rites and how he’ll sweep you off your pedes when the time comes. In the meantime, he’s going to continue calling you his conjunx prematurely. He’s just so happy you’re with him! He has to show you off!

Misfire has, of course, edited your Autopedia entry to make you out to be one of the most gorgeous, talented Cybertronians to ever live. Any real talents and skills you actually have are further embellished, and your flaws get turned into strengths. There’s also a few extras “facts” he’s thrown in for fun because he thought they’d make you laugh.

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Scribs I love you, I love your writing, but I mostly adore you QwQ you keep me going with the sillies, keeping me whimsy. Never change, I’m sending you smooches.

-Applin

I LOVE YOU TOO MAN AAAUUUUAUAUAUAAUHGGHGGGGG