(A continuation -I suppose- of my previous Beast Wars x Reader drabble!)
Miraculously you had somehow managed to complete nearly all of your tasks for the day as the evening drew near. The only assignment you had left was to fix a ceiling light in one of the hallways. The only problem: it was 12 feet high and you sure weren’t that tall.
You searched around for anything that would help. Shifting through the nearest storage room for a tall sturdy box or anything that could resemble a stepping stool or ladder. Your efforts turned up fruitless as you gave up rummaging and wandered back to the hallway.
It was then that you saw a familiar face.
The fuzor in question turned in your direction at the call of his name. Mirth shone in his ruby optics as you jogged to his place at the end of the hallway. “Hey there, sugarbot. I ain’t got nuthin’ at the moment. Why? You need sumthin’?”
“Yes, please! Do you mind doing me a favor?”
Mischief twinkled in his optics. “Depends, do I get anythin’ for all my troubles?” He playful pinched your cheek, cackling when you yelped in surprise.
You gave him a disdainful look as you rubbed the stinging area. "Nevermind, I think I'll go ask Scorponok instead." Despite his lack of a mouth, it was impossible to miss the change in his expression.
Pride wounded, he puffed up his chassis and scoffed. "You don't need that idjit." He continued as he followed you walk back the way you came. "'Sides, what ya need help with anyway? I'm sure I'd be better help than him."
Standing in the barely lit hallway, you scratched your chin in apparent thought. "Hmm, I don't know."
"C'mon, Toots, you know I was just messin' with ya back there."
You tapped his broad chest. A metal 'thunk' being heard as your finger made contact with his metallic frame. "Hmm, I guess I'll overlook your teasing if you give me a boost so I can fix that light."
Quickstrike's gaze flicked back and forth between you and the broken ceiling light before laughing. "Wot? That's it??"
Without warning he hoisted you into the air, forcing you to land on his shoulders. You screamed, holding onto his snake hand for balance and support as you teeter-tottered for a second.
You bent down to smack the rambunctious bot upside his helm. "Little bit of a warning next time?!" The only response you received was a hearty laugh.
With a huff you began working on the light, begrudgingly chatting with the rowdy bot to pass the time -unaware of the glances he'd sneak your way.
“So what’ve you been up to lately? Haven’t seen you around the base as much.” Removing a panel, you stared at a sea of color-coded wires.
Quickstrike spoke through the sounds of your tinkering. “Oh, I’ve been here an’ there. Mainly building comm scramblers out in the middle of nowhere with ‘Ranty. It’s boring but it gets Inferno off my -hey ya gud?” He paused when he heard you hiss through your teeth. From the way you shook your hand, he assumed you got a nasty shock from an exposed wire.
“Ouch. I’m, yeah, I’m good. Just make sure you don’t drop me.”
His grip around your ankles tightened securely. “Wouldn’t dream of it doll!”
A smile tugged at the edge of your lips as you returned to rerouting the wires. Once settling into a casual conversation with the fuzor, time seemed to fly by and before you knew it you were done.
“Finally! Ugh, I can finally relax.” You looked down at Quickstrike. “Can you let me down, please?”
“Well, since ya asked so nicely.” With a ‘hup!’, he tossed you off his shoulders, only to gingerly catch you bridal style in his arms.
You laughed at the gesture, placing the back of your hand to your forehead as if swooning. “My hero! How can I ever thank you?”
The two of you broke into a fit of laughter. Quickstrike placed you onto your feet to lean against the wall, out of breath from all his laughing. You bent over, clutching your chest as you wheezed.
“Oh lord, I haven’t laughed that hard in months.” You wiped a tear away as you met Quickstrike’s gaze -a gleeful smile lighting up your face.
Quickstrike sharply inhaled. Completely stunned by your visage. He had heard of human and cybertronian relationships before and how close some had been, but he always thought it ridiculous. The only humans he’s ever seen before you were severely underdeveloped and primitive. But ever since you emerged from that crashed space pod he’s understood why his ancestors found your species fascinating.
You quirked an eyebrow at his sudden silence, unable to read his current expression. In the back of our mind, you worried if you had said something wrong. “You, uh, good?”
“Hmm? Y-yeah! Just uh, remembered I hadda do sumthin’. I gotta go now.”
You stared, perplexed as Quickstrike basically ran out of the hall. Shrugging your shoulders you patted yourself for a job well done and headed back to your quarters. There was a light pep in your step as you thought of the pleasant bath waiting for you.
((Ugh I love this mean cowboy sm and I want more content of him so I guess I have to do it myself 😤😤😤))
