#queue-con

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Tfp ratchet hears a noise coming from his human s/o's stomach. He asks if they have eaten and they replies that they forgot. Ratchet flips because its already the middle of the day and they haven't eaten at all

((I opened this blog to have a good time and I feel so… much like how S/O is gonna feel because I probably only eat once a day. D: Hatchet is gonna kill me))

Grrrgghhh

Snapping his helm to the left, his optics narrowed as he saw you sitting on the couch, happily typing away at your book. It was the third time he heard that sound in the jour, and he was starting to grow suspicious.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Yeah Ratchet?” You hummed, pausing and glancing up. “What’s wrong?”

“When’s the last time you ate?”

You opened your mouth, paused, then closed it, brows furrowing. “I had that pasta last night…” you mumbled before grimacing. “I guess I haven’t eaten today,” it was barely there, so much so his audials barely heard it.

“Ex-cuse me?” he snapped.

“I forgot to eat today,” you said, voice louder. He sent you a short glare and transformed into his alt-form, opening the passenger door. “Ratchet, it’s-,”

“In. Now. I won’t have you skipping meals and getting away with it.” he half snarled.

With a defeated sigh, you shut your laptop and walked down the stairs. “Can it at least be K.O.?”

((I know this is queue-con’d, but I should still probably go eat something now, lol))

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Bumblbee and ratchet from TFP watching their hyperactive hooman S/o panic over math even if it's just algerbra or geometry since they've been to busy with their music lessons as well the job of watching kids to study for the test. poor baby

((Oh geez, sounds awful. I’m glad my school days are over))

Bumblebee

No no no no, don’t panic!

He’ll try to help you understand; he learned that at a young age of 5 vorns, so it’s just a memory game

Oh frag, he can’t remember how to solve – Ok, time for a break.

Don’t even try to put up a fight. He’ll just scoop you up and take you and the kiddos to go get your favorite sweet outside of the base and away from the pit spawned homework.

Ratchet

He’s a medic; he had to learn human medicine before Fowler came into the picture.

He knows just how bad stress can be, and when he sees you shaking and crying over a sheet of paper, he’s quick to make sure you aren’t in a medical emergancy.

Humans cry when they’re frustrated and panicked? All of this over simple mathmetics?

He doesn’t say it outloud, because when he looks at you in his hand, his spark wants to cry as well.

He’ll give you an hour to destress before he gives you a better lesson on how to solve those types of equations.

((Hope you liked it!))

~~Ohma~~

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How about a scenario with bayverse bee introducing his cute human s/o to sam, who found it really unexpected

((Oh sweet baby ‘Bee, this is too cute!))

There was someone in Bee. He could see the autobot’s holoform sitting beside the girl, looking peaceful, if a bit giddy. “Who’s that?” Mikaela asked from beside him.

“Dunno.” He shrugged. “I came outside for lunch and he was gone.”

“He comes back with a strange girl,” his girlfriend finished. “Maybe she’s a friend?” He shrugged, and she kissed his cheek before heading to Chromia, who was waiting patiently on the other side of the lot.

Walking over, he saw the girl suddenly stop laughing and pointed at him, asking something. Bee sat up, nodding and moving up to the driver seat for appearances sake. “Who are you?” he asked, sticking his head in the open door.

“Chloe,” she said, grinning and offering her hand. “Bumblebee scanned the car I was refurbishing when he landed, and Optimus said it was ok to bring be to, what was it, nest?”

“NEST, sweetspark.” Bee grinned as he fully climbed into the passenger seat. “Chloe, this is Sam Witwicky, my charge. Sam, this is Chloe Gabbels, my…” his look grew distant for a slight second. “Girlfriend?”

“You…” His eyes bugged out and the curly haired teen looked between the two. “You two?!” He asked in a high voiced screech. “How…?”

“How are you and that girl together, Sam?” Chloe asked, and his jaw snapped shut. Decepticons, his grandfather’s glasses, the autobots deciding he needed protection instead of just buying the glasses… “Humans aren’t kind to other humans when they know you’re just a foster kid with no one to go to. Bumblebee… he changed that for me.” She gave him a sappy, sad but happy look, a small smile making her face glow slightly.

“Oh, mom’s just going to love you,” he mumbled. “Wait… did you say foster kid?”

((I think Sam just got a sister, what about you?))

~~Ohma~~

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Important PSA!

As you may have noticed from the last post, I wrote a MTMTE fic.

I wrote a MTMTE fic.

1,000 Miles/Be Your Fire Series is this blog’s official kickoff for the MTMTE section of the Transformers fandom!

This means that I’ll be accepting asks for MTMTE characters (though there’s a chance I probably won’t know them yet) but I will not be doing matchups with them just yet.

I’ve also updated the home page a little bit. If you look to the left at the bottom above the white search bar, you’ll see two links side by side. One of them, “Read in Order” takes you to the index, where you can read all of my current/ongoing series. The other “Rules (Please Read)” is exactly what it says on the tin. Please, please, please read the rules, because I’ve been having to delete some asks that not only go against the general (if loose) rules, but they’ve also been going against my moral codes and sending me into a rut, which is part of the reason why I haven’t been posting as much as I’ve wanted to.

So, if you want to see my (limited) knowledge of the Lost Light crew, send me an ask or two!