Anesthesia truth (Dratchet, Cygate, MagsMegs/Minimegs, Rodiclash x Reader) SFW
You went through a surgery that required you asleep. When you finally woke up, someone was by your side, looking at you with gentle eyes, your hand in theirs.
"You're awake. How do you feel?"
Except you weren't conscious enough to have a proper conversation.
Drift and Ratchet
You wake up, mind foggy, unable to have control over your body, not that you were even aware you had a body right now. Everything around you was overwhelming and weird. Weird just like the two big guys at your sides.
"Hello yn, how do you feel? You've been sleeping for the entire day." says the cat-looking rather handsome dude.
"Huh?"
"They're still under the effects of anesthesia, so don't be surprised if they are uncoordinated." says the big pretty orange one.
"Yooo, where is there? who the fuck are you, pretty boys?"
Drift hides his smile behind his servo, and Ratchet looks at your vitals, finding it funny your heartbeat sped up at the 'pretty boys'. Your weak organic EM field radiating confusion.
"How do you feel yn? Any discomfort?"
You look at Ratchet in the eyes, yours almost closed, maybe trying to decripte him.
"Discomfort?"
"Yes, are you comfortable?"
"YOOOO-"
"yn don't scream."
"Oh, you look comfortable. Both. Kitty kitty kitty pspsps~" you call Drift, extending your arms as if you were really trying to catch the bot's attention.
Drift tries to not loose it. He takes your so tiny hand in his servo, giggling. You look down to your hand and give him an horrendious look.
"Why you so big, kitty? Why do you have hands? We can't have cuddles sessions like that, you'll crush me".
"Don't worry *wheezes* we will have plenty when you're free to go, sweetspark".
"Nooooo, you're too tall, you'll crush me..." you start having tears in your eyes sobbing style, really sad to die crushed by the big cat you want to pet. "I want neow. Where's big boy? BIG BOY I WANT CUDDLE NEEOW!"
Drift hold his tank, laughing so hard he coughs while Ratchet tries to calm you down, dries your tears, asking you to remain calm, to not scream, that you will have your cuddles but not while you're still on the medbay's slab.
In the end, you won, both laying by your sides with their arms protecting you from the light, and you felt asleep again holding onto them like your life depends on it. They both knew you were having a very good sleep when drool came out of your mouth, babbling about your tall boyfriends transforming into a sandwich and leaving for the war. Ratchet had to silence Drift from laughing at your state for not risking waking you up.
Cyclonus and Tailgate
Emerging from the darkness of anesthesia, you saw two dots of colors. Not aware you were moving your arms, your left hand splats on the purple grey face in front of you and the blue one reach for your hand, trying to gently remove it.
"Oh, purple, my favorite color... pretty purple, pretty" you say as you pet not so elegantly.
Sharp but carefull digits come to take off your hand from his face plate, he helds it like a fragile treasure he found.
"Hello yn, are you feeling well?" says Cyclonus
"You're finally awake! I started to worry yn."
You just blankly stare at them, but not really at them, rather the void that is catching your attention. Big zoom out.
"Are we having Taco Bell? I want- I want a burrito with... oh my god..."
Cyclonus and Tailgate look at each other, not knowing what the hell you're talking about, but Ratchet did say you were gonna be weird for a moment.
"Purpuuuule, i love you, i looove you so muuuuchh purple!"
"Shush, yn, don't get too loud, lay back."
Tailgate gently makes you lay back on the slab and you finally notice his presence.
"Oh you're beautiful. Can we have Taco Bell later?"
"What is Taco Bell, sweetie?"
"Fast nom nom, duh."
Oh the attitude.
You close your eyes, going inconscious for a bit, then waking up again.
"I WILL NOT TOLERATE THAT BEHAVIOR!" you scream, imitating Ultra Magnus repressing Rodimus.
"SHUSH shhhh! Yn you can't scream like that, we're in the medbay!"
Tailgate put his servo on your mouth to muffle your screams. Loud stomps are heard before Ratchet comes in in a rush.
"Are they okay? What happened? Why did they scream like that?"
"No worries doctor, they are just... still out".
"They were just imitating Ultra Magnus, no worries."
Ratchet still check on them and their vitals, his presence seems to keep you calm. Once Ratchet left, you turn to look at Tailgate.
"Who's that?"
"It's Ratchet."
"He scary".
With Cyclonus lovingly rubbing his thumb over your tiny hand and Tailgate telling you about some adventures, you fell back asleep, leaning into the minibot's frame.
Ultra Magnus and Megatron
Waking up, blinking, looking around, and two massive forms appear in front of you, and you just stare.
"Hello yn. You're finally awake. How are you feeling."
You stare at the blue one, the one who talked.
"Who are you?"
"It's me, Ultra Magnus dear."
"Oh, oohh Ultra Magnus, you know, i've always admire you, you do such a beautiful work, you're so strict, i like that, thumb's up mate."
"And there's Megatron. We're here for you."
"Oh, Megatron... "
You sound disappointed, okay, no problem.
You do grabby hands at him, blank eyes demanding him. He leans in, carefull to not overwhelm you with his size. Your soft hands grab his cheeks and you tug on his helm, approaching him to your face until your two forhead are connected. You close your eyes, soaking in his presence. Megatron covers your little hands with his, big thumb gently rubbing your skin.
"Meggie... megsie-pie... you're a pie..."
"Heh, if it is to your liking."
"I have pies... my two pies... magnus apple pie... meggsie rhubarb pie..."
And without notice, you bite his nose. Magnus turns his helm to not show his smirk and Megatron just... accepts.
"Is it to your taste?"
"You're scrompulitiously delicious."
With great care, he marks you let go of his nose and gestures to Magnus to join him. They lay back on the slab, you kept on Megatron's chest. With precise patern on your back and the soft rumble of his internals, you mumble again about pastries and marmelades before drifting back to sleep.
Rodimus and Thunderclash
Opening your eyes was a heavy task. All the muscules in your body felt limp, your eyelids tired. There are two guys in front of you, and they seem to be into a conversation. you slide your hand on a bigger one, blue connected to a very big arm.
Thunderclash turns his helm towards you, feeling your little fingers move against his palm. Rodimus does the same, and both their expression relax.
"Hello yn, how are you feeling?"
Still unable to talk, too lost to even know where you are, their presence is somewhat calming. Rodimus brings his own servo to you and you take it, eyes closing and opening. Trusting them both.
A third guy enters, talk to your two mechs and takes a look at the machines you rely on. Then leaves.
Rodimus and Thunderclash have both their focus on you.
"Hey buddy, you took a good nap during surgery? I bet you did. Still sleepy aren't you?" softly says Rodimus.
"You did great. It was scary but you did it like a champ. You deserve a good rest and a little gift. You have been so brave" says Thunderclash before opening his subspace and pulling out a oh so tiny plushie and places it next to you. Rodimus pouts and rolls his optics, mumbling that Thunderclash was doing too much, but the bigger mech didn't mind, liking that Rodimus has that blue tint on his cheeks.
You see a plushie being brought to you and you take it slowly, not breaking eye contact with the kind big guy. You close your eyes and bring the warmer hand to your head, holding the plushie near your chest. You feel tired, but comfortable. You have two kind guys looking after you, taking care of you.
Rodimus caress your hair in a single pattern, spark softened by you. You were really scared to go through the surgery, asking him and Thunderclash to be by your side to prepare yourself for it. Trusting him.
Thunderclash falls deeper in love with you, just like that, your little hand holding onto him. Even if it seems you don't remember them now, too lost into the effects of anesthesia, you trust them. Your little heart knowing their love for you.
Feeling you falling asleep again, Rodimus joins you on the slab, drapping himself around you to keep you warm. He pouts again when Thunderclash does the same, holding you both near his frame, but Rodimus doesn't argue, even snuggles JUST a bit.
