Optimus Prime x GN!Human!reader (non-continuity specific)
Summary: It's a lovely, sunny day and your friend Optimus Prime comes to you for one of your favorite forms of self-care: a car wash!
(Fluff; Can be read as romantic or platonic; Thoughts are in italics)
Warnings: none other than scrubbing bugs off a car.
Word Count: 1,848
A/N: Welp, here it is, my first oneshot! Just a little something simple, born from my weird love of washing cars, haha. I'm pretty proud of how it turned out considering I haven't written anything for fun in forever. I hope you enjoy it!
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"How'd you get this dirty? I'd assume it was from a fight but I don't see any scuff marks or anything."
Picking your sponge out of the bucket of soapy water you had on the ground, you give Optimus' right side door a long swipe. It was currently a nice weekend afternoon, pleasantly warm and sunny - and a great time for your big bot buddy to stop by your house to ask for a wash. A much needed one apparently, as he was covered in a thick layer of dust before you gave him a quick power-washed rinse.
"I decided to widen the perimeters of our regular patrol routes. One of the areas I was scouting myself was much drier than usual, and the dust clouds were quite large."
You hum in acknowledgement, shuffling your feet on the three-tiered step ladder you stand on. Even at the top step, you still need quite the reach to wash from the top of his entire side panel. Already having washed his entire left side, you begin to clean the other. Huffing a little at the thought of cleaning his front, you think of the gross bugs that you probably need to scrub off of his grills and windshields. Oh well, it's worth it to pamper the large leader and get him all shiny, he deserves it after all.
Reaching tall, you shudder at the uncomfortable feeling of soapy water running down your forearm and dripping off of your elbow.
"Ah yes, the misfortune of landing on our big ball of dirt. You're lucky I actually like doing this. Was it a nice drive at least? You run into any trouble?"
"No trouble today, and it was a nice drive. As a matter of fact, I'd like to take you on a drive through that area sometime. I think you would appreciate the view."
You smile at that, always loving when he takes you on drives.
"Yes! I'd love to! Even if it means you need another wash, haha. Y'know what? With how often I offer to do this for you and the others, I should make an Autobot cleaning service. Start charging y'all cool alien trinkets and nice long drives."
He lets out a low chuckle at that and replies, "Oh, you'd have a fee, huh? You know we have washing stations at base, right?"
"Yeah, but this is more personal. I think you appreciate my hard work. You wouldn't come to me if you didn't prefer a good wash by yours truly. A giant shower doesn't have these magic hands after all!"
You step off of the step ladder and move it aside to start cleaning the middle and bottom half of his side, grabbing a smaller sponge from the bucket to get into the grooves of his door, door handle, and running board.
"I'm free tomorrow if you'd wanna go then. Are you busy? Cause I'd like to come over early anyway to see everybody and say hi." You lean up from washing under the running board and stretch your back after asking. A moment of silence passes and you pause, noticing his lack of response.
"Oppy? You good?"
"Who are you talking to?"
You startle and drop your sponge, spinning around as it makes a wet 'splat!' on the ground. Behind you is your neighbor, hands in their pockets with a bewildered look in their face.
How long have they been standing there?
You notice their eyes dart between your ears, looking for headphones or a Bluetooth connected device of some kind. You stare at them for a beat of silence before replying.
"To my beautiful truck, obviously." You say, as if it's the most obvious thing ever.
"…Uhh, right…" They look at you skeptically.
"Did you need something?"
This jolts them out of their confusion, as they remember what they had come over for.
"Oh, yes! Yes I do. Could I borrow one of your baking dishes for a while? My idiot roommate broke mine trying to make brownies."
"Uh, sure thing, I'll go grab one. Just a moment." You pat Optimus' side as you walk past to go inside, nearly stumbling over the water hose in your distraction.
You quickly speed-walk to your kitchen and grab your cheapest ceramic dish and head back out, catching the sight of your neighbor closely admiring Optimus' alt mode. They turn to you as you approach with a long whistle.
"Sure is a nice truck you got here. Not the kind of thing I'd expect you to have though. I've never even seen this thing here before, much less seen you drive it. Is this really yours?" They inquire.
Bro oh my god go away.
"Well actually, he's a friend of mine- er, belongs! To a friend of mine. It's his truck, I just borrow and care for it sometimes."
"Oh cool. Are they a trucker? This thing's realll heavy duty! I love the colors. Nice job washing it, it looks so shiny!"
"Haha yep! I love it too. Well anyways, I should get back to washing him- it! Washing it! Here you go," you say as you thrust the pan to them, causing them to step back a little in mild surprise.
"Oh right, thanks! I'll be sure to return it soon. See you around."
They turn to leave, stopping to give a pat to the door to Optimus' cab to hear the resounding metal sound, the soap having dried streaky in the sun by now, before finally leaving to go back to their home. You wait to move until they're a considerable distance down the sidewalk, and as they walk back to their own door, they turn to give you a smile and a wave.
You respond with your own and heave a sigh once they're back inside and out of sight. You pick your sponge back up and switch to the larger one to continue the wash and refresh the dried soapy smears on his pretty paintjob.
"Welp, that was one of my neighbors. They're pretty nice, though that roommate of theirs tend to break stuff pretty often. Let's hope they don't get their hands on my baking dish."
"You didn't seem too happy to see them." Optimus noted, once again free to speak.
"Well, it's not that I wasn't happy to see them, I just got a little annoyed. They were taking my time away from focusing on you, after all."
You step back up on the step-ladder to start from the top once more, the streaks disappearing under the new soapy layer dripping down his side. Making your way from the top and down again, now satisfied with your work, you grab the hose lying nearby and rinse his side off. You then grab the towel you used to dry the other side to do the same here, making sure no water droplets dry to make tacky little spots all over him.
"So you love my paintjob?"
"Hm?"
"When your neighbor was here they said they love my colors and you agreed."
"Ah, yes. I sure do! Such pretty shades, and blue and red is such a great combo. You're so pleasing to look at!"
He shifts on his shocks just slightly, preening inside under your compliments. The softness of the large towel was pleasant against his alt-mode, and he made a mental note to show you just how much he appreciated your detailed care later, perhaps with something in a addition with drive to the special view he found. Maybe your wish for some kind of trinket wasn't just teasing?
"Whew! Okay, done with that part! On to the front." You say, arms strained with the task of reaching to dry every inch with the now heavier weight of the towel, which turned from damp to nearly just wet. Walking to the front of him, you grimace at the splattered bugs that didn't come off in the pressure wash, still stuck in his grates. The thought of how that might feel to him crosses your mind.
That…seems very unpleasant. Dried bugs on someone's body…after millions of years of war, I think that would be my breaking point. Why does he still love this planet.
"…Dude…oh, oh you poor thing." You say as you shudder.
"Hm? Is something wrong?" He asks.
"Nope!" You say, popping the p. "Nothing wrong at all. Matter of fact, I'm making everything all righty."
You reach into your wash bucket and grab the smaller sponge from the bottom you brought just for scrubbing away stubborn spots and bugs and get to it. As you scrub away the spots, you remember your conversation before your neighbor showed up.
"Oh, I totally forgot about my question! Could we hang out tomorrow? If you're busy I could drive to base myself and chill with some of the bots."
"I don't have patrol tomorrow, just some review of reports and projects that need my sign-offs, though I could put those off for a day with you." He replies.
"Although," he adds, "as I mentioned, the area I want to show you was quite dry. I'd hate to spoil your hard work and get so dirty again tomorrow. Perhaps you'd like to go some other time?"
Aww, how thoughtful!
"Nah, it's no problem. Like I said, I actually like doing this. Something about the process and getting your metal all clean is really satisfying to me. If you need another wash I'll do it, easy peasy. Besides, maybe we'll get a little rain tonight and it won't be so dry tomorrow!"
If he were in his root mode, he would have a mile-wide smile. You were always so helpful to him and the other autobots in whatever way you could be, and your care meant more than you could know. He thought maybe you were exaggerating the fact that you enjoy doing this to make him feel better, but you weren't the type to be dishonest, so it seems a job well done really does please you.
"Very well then. I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning, and we'll spend the day together." He says.
Finally, you finish your scrubbing and rid him of his buggy plight. You dry the front of him off with the towel that gets even heavier with the addition of even more water, giggling at his rumble as you slide between each grate, then drop it by the bucket. You back up and take slow steps around him, admiring your hard work. His glossy shine is now more apparent, not a single streak of dust left on him. Your proud smile is as bright as he is now as the satisfaction of taking care of your best friend and the excitement of spending tomorrow with him fully sets in. You give his hood a firm pat and feel the warmth from his own temperature mixing with the bright sunshine.
Such a nice day, and there's still plenty of the afternoon left! Hmm, while we're at it…
"So, now that that's done, how would you like a detailed interior clean?"
(MTMTE) Rodimus Prime (Romantic) Relationship Headcanons
(MTMTE) Rodimus Prime x Reader (Non-Gender Specific)
TW: He has Self Doubt Issues which occasionally causes Depression, He's super clingy, Mentions of Brief Sexual Implications... He's cutie pie.
Oh man, he has all the nicknames, just all of them. Any he can think of, he uses, whether it be on the spot, in a situation, or just randomly, there's always a continuous stream of cutesy, smartass names that he uses just to pester you practically nonstop. And you know what? Most will never even be heard again, they're just a one off sorta thing. So since there's so many, I'll only list a few regulars.
Baby, Sweet Cheeks, Kitten, Lover, My Baby, My Honey, My Sparkmate, and finally... -Sigh- 'Sparky', he thinks that one is super cute.
Rodimus could care less who's in the room when he wants attention, even if he were in a life threatening situation, he'd gain your gaze one way or another, even if it meant he'd have to do something fabulously stupid to achieve such a goal. Such as running into places guns a-blazing just to seem even remotely cool for you.. so it's safe to say he's more than willing to have you tucked in his lap during meetings and even go so far as to gently lay you across the table and kiss on your stomach, just to fluster you. People are uncomfortable? Too bad, he's the captain and he wants love, they'll get over it. They're just jealous because they don't have someone as amazing as you to fawn over continuously, their loss. Same goes for you, you want attention? Tell him where and when, he'll be there in a blink of an eye!
As for the way he expresses PDA.. any way is perfectly A-okay with him. Kissing, hugs, cuddling, necking, mild fondling.. really anything, he doesn't care. In his mind, no one else can embarrass him as much as he does himself regularly, so he's totally game for just about anything. You name it, he'll most likely be willing to try it at least once just to test it out.
In general though, he's more of a snuggle bot, he likes to have you with him constantly, if possible. He especially loves it when you nestle in his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. (He usually likes to snuggle in his holomatter form since it's easier for the both of you to feel closer to one another that way.. He'd prefer to stay in it forever, if he's being completely sincere...) He's so clingy, in fact, that he goes out of his way to find things for you to do for him just to keep you by his side, like helping him polish a spot he can't quite reach (Obviously, you see through that bullshit immediately because he's one of the most flexible bots you've ever seen in your entire life.) or helping him reach wiring that 'needs to be fixed' in consoles here and there..
"You know, for an advanced race these 'super computers' are seeming awfully flimsy and easy to break, Rodimus."
You're growing suspicious of this scheme too, he'll have to think of a new excuse soon.. if only you'd just stick to him like glue! :(
He loves to cuddle, he'd cuddle with you forever and ever and never let you up, not even to pee, if he could. But alas.. you do indeed need to pee shockingly often, what a hindrance to the poor, pitiful bot. Does he not deserve all the love, all the time? Whenever you have to pee, he'll riot by wiggling and grumping about, groaning, grumbling, and huffing as he pulls you ever closer, just to be spiteful. But eventually, he'll let you go.. at a price. You often times just have to cave and bring him with you to the bathroom like you would a toddler because you know he'll be pissy for days, possibly even an entire week after if you don't. Stubborn, catty man. And he doesn't care what position you're in when you two cuddle.. but in his holomatter form he does have a pretty heavy preference of laying his head directly on your chest (He likes the slight fluff.) and in his bot form he has a mild preference of snuggling you right against his stomach as he lies on his side.. He'd prefer it if you laid on your side too, he likes it when your back is flush against him. (He has a nervous gut, so he heavily prefers your warmth to be there after big battles... unless you want him possibly puking his guts out later.. 🥺)
He's the captain, he has no downtime.. yet he also does. Slacker is what slacker does, guess what? All the time is for you! Yay! Lucky you, baby! You get 'Rod time' every day! Well, that is, until he's forced to work again... then he'll sadly meander off into the distance, practically tearing up as he's 'torn apart from you'. (In his words.) However, of late he's been more keen about doing his work, especially when you're near, it seems he likes to show off how good he is at what he does and how.. 'responsible' he is... What a dork. So in turn, he has more actual downtime nowadays to spend with you and he usually prefers doing random hobbies with you during such time, whether it be the same ones as you or different singular ones altogether, he finds great pride and happiness in being able to enjoy these finer things in life with you and to be in your company period as he does such. In his mind, there's practically nothing more romantic. But you know.. just to throw it out there... you two could totally kiss or something.... I don't know. He 'might' enjoy that.. or something.
What are his little tokens of affection? Giant parties dedicated to your achievements at Swerve's bar, Dedicating a day to giving you pats because you happened to feel really bad and sad a year ago on that particular day and he feels this will prevent it from ever happening again, and decorating the entire habsuite in your favorite niche things as a way to tell you he loves you after you had a stressful day... you know, small simple things.
He's pissy at you? Okay? When is he not being pouty at you? You see no difference other than the fact he doesn't handle confrontation well, especially with you, and he looks as if he's gonna cry every time he sees you, and he's avoiding you slightly more than usual, such as when he doesn't get his way. Otherwise, it's not so different from his everyday charade he likes to play with you.
Nevertheless, I'm afraid that cute little puppy face he makes when he's genuinely sad really tugs on your heartstrings, you'll most always approach him first and talk it out with him. He probably just got jealous or something and perhaps felt like you liked another bot slightly more than you do him, and it really hurt his feelings, and he felt too silly to talk to you about it because he feels like it's stupid and ridiculous to even consider such things.. that's usually the situation at hand.
But on the off chance you don't, he'll slowly wander into wherever you are and collapse next to you in an exasperated, dramatic way and weep into your lap for a while as you pet his helm. And after you manage to soothe him some, he'll tell you what's actually wrong, and you two can easily sort it out, he's an excellent compromiser.
If you genuinely did something wrong, he'll approach you immediately and call you out for it. So no worries, if it's anything serious, he'll have you on your ass from his scolding alone. (And might possibly give a small, playful spank to lighten the mood, it depends on the situation.)
And if he genuinely did something wrong, he simply won't leave you alone until you forgive him. He'll chase you around everywhere like a baby bird begging for worms, only instead of cawing, he's chanting 'I'm sorry' and begging for forgiveness because he never ever meant to cause you any harm whatsoever, and you being mad at him is tearing him asunder... You can't stay mad at him forever, you know he only ever means well and he'd never purposefully hurt you. God, he doesn't even let you open things by yourself in fear you might strain your hands! He's that good to you! You'll be mad a day, tops. You'll probably be over it sooner than that with the way he's peppering kisses all across your hands, arms, and cheeks like you're royalty. Look! He's even letting you sit in his special captain's chair! He sat you up there himself so he could pamper you. You know damn well that's cute!
Rodimus is a highly jealous person (Nooo.. Whaaat? That's so crazy.) and he's well aware of that and attempts to manage it the best he can.. but sometimes his thoughts are far too loud for him to tackle alone and he needs some extra support from you before he sends himself into an intense depression. He'll come talk to you about it if it ever gets that bad, and every time he does, he looks as if he's admitting a terrible sin, and you always assume something horrible has happened until finally, after about the third or fourth time he does it, you finally realize it's just always gonna to be this talk when he does this. I mean, he sits you down on the berth and just stands there before you, fiddling with his servos as he looks like he's about to cry, what else are you to expect but bad news? Luckily for you, all he needs is a few hours of helm pets, snuggles as he barely presses his audial sensors against your chest to listen to your heartbeat, and some mild praise to mend any cracks in that big spark of his. But he might punch someone flat out if they ever insult you in any way whatsoever simply out of pure hatred or if someone ever grows the backbone to take a chance and kiss you without warrant, it's game over for that person, they'll be out for a week, maybe even more. He has patience, but it does wear thin surprisingly quick, especially when it comes to his sparkmate.
"I don't know.. I just... this is so stupid, I hate having to come to you for this scrap! I should have it together better than this!- .....I know.. I know it's okay- Of course it would be okay for you- at any time to come to me about this sort of thing!- Ah... yeah, I-I get it.. I know you do, I love you too.... I know I'll always be your big bot... I'm not worried.. anymore, at least.... Thank you, my honey."
He's protective and possessive, he wants to be around you all the time.. but it's more so out of clinginess than anything. He doesn't particularly like it when other bots get chummy with you, but I doubt you'd like it if other humans were chummy with him, either, so I'd say it's pretty fair to assume he's average when it comes to possessiveness. He's a healthy amount, not too much, not too little, but enough to draw the line if someone gets too 'friendly' with you.
As for his protectiveness, he's not the most protective bot, he still lets you do your own thing without much supervision.. but he has prepared for most any scenario that might arise while out and about and has medkits, water, and snacks on his person at all times just in case. It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's just that he knows things happen sometimes, you know? Sometimes situations and accidents are out of everyone's control and it's best to prepare for them just in case they were to occur rather than them happen and you have nothing. When it comes to other people, he trusts a handful with you completely, such as Swerve, Ultra Magnus, and a few others, but that's about it. He watches you like a hawk around anyone else, he knows how clumsy people are period, let alone with a small being wandering about by their pedes. He'll keep an eye out for you, however, he won't intervene unless absolutely necessary, he knows you can handle yourself... Nevertheless, he will attempt to cook for you often so don't accidentally burn yourself and he'll open things like jars and bags if you can't easily do so, just so you don't pull a muscle. Really, he'd do anything you ask of him, he loves to help you out. After all, he owes you after all those seemingly stupid things he has you help him with all the time.
Nooooo.. why are you sad? Now he's sad because you're sad... Please don't be sad! Look, he's making a funny face! He's sticking his tongue out! YUCK! He licked you! Well, the feeling is kind of comforting after a while.. it's like a giant cat's licking your cheek. Alright, that kind of tickles... Is that a few giggles, he hears? How about a belly rub with a few tickles? See? That's what he wants to see, that big, beautiful smile of yours! He'll cheer you up the best way he knows how, loving you with his everything!
SICK!? How the frag did you get sick? He has no idea what to do! Sure, he pondered the idea of you getting sick and lightly planned for the scenario, but he practically tossed it aside because it was so unlikely to happen! What the hell even was his plan for this?! It's safe to say that he immediately ushers you to Ratchet and he then nurses you back to help.. with Rodimus' forced help because he refuses to leave your side up until a few days after you had been completely fine.. He had to make sure himself, alright? He's attentive though, he's a good caretaker, he fluffs your pillow whenever you get up to have a wiz, and he flips it to the cool side, too! And he makes sure you stay hydrated, despite your moans and groans about the weird tasting minerals and vitamins Ratchet added to aid you in getting better quicker, Roddy even added some of your favorite fruit in there to infuse it so it tastes.. slightly better, at least! He did a wonderful job... he'd appriciate a full review so he can tell whether or not he did good, because he has no idea. Be honest, but also be nice because he's sensitive of your feedback in particular.
scenario: a group of psychopaths unwittingly become parents to an abandoned newly built found in mysterious circumstance
warnings: this started off as a crackfic series i took too seriously. found family, may get more gory in the future, reader is a child. remember, the DJD is their own warning.
note: this may be slightly OOC, forgive me! also, Vos' dialogue is in a different font to convey the use of Primal Vernacular. this will start off as a coherent story and then diverge into headcanons and 'what-if' scenarios with multiple possible endings.
next: part 2
DISCOVERING A LITTLE FELLA
summary: how they found you
The air is thick on the surface of Clemency. Before Tarn is a vast battlefield abandoned, rusting frames of thousands of Decepticons lie scattered across the horizon, remaining in their position almost like immortalized statues of the destruction this war has caused. Poetically ironic given it's the moment where they approached the end of their mortal lives that have been mostly preserved, the rust only beginning to gnaw into their internal systems. Tarn is filled with a sense of melancholy, almost. How far the war has gone. He will admit though, the view is pretty wonderful despite the dark, dusk atmosphere.
Had their soldiers been stronger, maybe this wouldn't have gone for as long as it had. It's almost an apathetic view but Tarn believes that's the truth. The air feels almost heavy with the weight of this 'necessary' cost of war as he takes in the sombre sight.
“And that's another one.” Kaon mutters, another name crossed off The List. Some cowardly deserter really thought he could hide in the ruins of the battle he ran from. How shameless. Kaon sighs out as he goes through The List, datapad in servo; Helex and Tesarus are chatting off and Vos seems to be interested in the desecrated corpses of their own. Probably for his dissection table, no doubt. Tarn doesn't care, he continues to stare into the horizon. Pondering the future of the Decepticon Cause when a loud scream erupts from where Vos was digging around for organs, the sharpness of which startled them all, Tarn included.
He’s slightly annoyed and all of them immediately walk over to Vos who looks terrified.
“What are you screaming for?” Tarn scowls, the last thing he wanted was one of his own unit members to scream like cowards. Vos points at the pile of bodies uncharacteristically terrified, his crimson optics widened as he rambles out in Primal Vernacular. Despite the faceguard, the distress was apparent from his optics alone.
Offline frames are supposed to stay immobile. This was not a normal reaction from Vos. A small purple glow emanates from Tarn’s fusion cannon as it loads just in case, better safe than sorry. Though, he seriously doubts it's worth their concern.
“It could be just a scraplet.” Helex frowns, Vos’ reaction seems out of proportion and Tesarus nods in agreement. They always warn Vos that there's going to be scraplets… Vos stiffens a little, slightly offended as he turns to face Helex because he's more than well aware that it's a jab at him. Last time, Vos had one stuck inside his systems. It was not very pleasant for him and the team to say the least. Tarn shoots a nasty glare at Vos through the slits of his mask at the memory. He swears, sometimes his team was just reckless and silly despite being infamous mass murderers.
Kaon scans for any signals that indicate spark signatures other than the five of theirs and… there's a spark signature, faint but present. Originating from the pile of bodies Vos yelped from.
“Actually, there's a spark signature.” Kaon wastes no time in informing Tarn who's somewhat surprised beneath the mask. How does one manage to get themselves stuck beneath a literal stack of dead bodies?
Soon enough, Helex and Tesarus are working on moving partially rusted frames from the heap of bodies like they weighed nothing, with heavy distaste as their servos come in contact with dried up energon, they preferred it fresh and warm; much better to feel. Tarn scans thoroughly, perhaps, there could've been another cowardly traitor that had joined alongside the now offline Runamuck.
But what Tarn sees shocks him and the others. There it is, a small little frame. The poor thing looks crushed. A tiny Decepticon insignia on its erratically heaving chassis. Helex and Tesarus stop hauling away offline, partially rusted frames. They would feel relieved at the prospect of not having to get anymore rust flakes on their frames but they too are very stunned, not expecting to see a newly-built of all things stuck under the rubble of offline frames in an abandoned Decepticon graveyard.
All of them exchange glances while the little one lets out shallow vents, as if the poor thing was compressed. Tarn looks at the tiny purple insignia once again and is reminded that this little one is a Decepticon. Not a deserter or a traitor. A tiny little thing that's somehow just surviving… likely, all by itself… out here… in a desolate battlefield scattered with offline frames… His faceplates soften a little, for the first time in forever, beneath his mask as he stares deep in thought at the little Decepticon.
For the first time, the DJD has no clue on what to do. Kindness was not something they professed. But they had a sense of duty, being Decepticons; to ensure the future of their Cause. They all look at Tarn for any idea on what to do, but even he, deep down, is unsure. But the strength of the Decepticons lies in its internal administration and what good is the internal administration if it ignores the cries of those who would carry its future?
This was not merely an issue of pragmatism. It would reflect the Decepticons as a whole, or so Tarn feels.
“...we need Nickel.”
Immediately, all five of them move towards their ship, The Peacefully Tyranny. Helex holds the newly-built, trying to be as careful as he can but that proves to be a challenge for the far from gentle giant as he walks, the other four DJD members crowded alongside him. Looking at the heaving sparkling with uncertainty, curiosity and even a bit of worry. These psychopaths never have really been in a situation like this, let alone been near a sparkling. Kaon faintly remembers speaking to a few in idle playful chatter before the war, Tesarus can count the number of newly-builts he's seen on one servo and Vos has never seen one, period. Their optics are fixated on the little thing in Helex’s servos, his lower, smaller pair of servos holding onto the little one as well; Helex fears he might crush the thing. They look fascinated; curious optics in awe at how frail new life was. All but Tarn, who is not accustomed to the uncertain conflict that rages on in his processor.
“How did it even get itself in there…?” Kaon mumbles to himself, musing about how such a frail little thing could've possibly ever ended up under a pile of bodies.
Vos thinks that the newly-built may have felt their presence and so, could have taken refuge that ended up being inconvenient for the little thing.
“Who cares about that? We need to make sure this little thing isn't going to offline on us.” Tesarus mutters, looking at the sparkling. Their plates rattling as it tries to vent properly. Helex can feel how warm its little frame is, frowning a bit and speeds up his pace, the others having no issue catching up.
Meanwhile, Tarn is lost in his own thoughts. The sparkling is Decepticon manufactured. He can see the serial number painted on its tiny frame and the little purple badge on its chassis. He might’ve found it oddly cute in a different circumstance, perhaps. But the questions swirl in his helm.
How in the name of all things Decepticon did a newly built find themselves on Clemency? An abandoned battlefield. There's nothing more than death here. How did it survive for so long? What did it even fuel on? How old was it? More importantly, how did it live with such a tiny little frame…? It's so fragile! Tarn barely remembers back when he was fresh off the manufacturing unit. Was he once this pathetic too? The thought is almost alien to the leader of the DJD.
The thoughts continue to whirl in all of their processors as they finally make it to the entrance rampway of The Peaceful Tyranny, moving towards the medbay in haste. Vos and Kaon continue to theorize about what could've possibly happened. Tesarus looks a bit worried, this isn't the usual routine after all. The three of them stand outside the medbay for now. They peep in and watch, listening closely. Helex meanwhile, stands in the medbay with Tarn as they watch Nickel examine the clearly injured newly built.
Now that neither of them were carrying it, they've come to realize that the sparkling is actually… a tad bit taller than Nickel. Vos probably would've said something snarky about it and Helex definitely would’ve chuckled but neither chooses to comment from where they stood, the air filled with tension.
“You know, you guys bringing back a newly built is the last slagging thing I could've ever expected…” The foul mouthed medic mutters out as she expertly works on the little one's small frame. The little one lays on one of the medical berths as Nickel moves with calculated precision, having to use a stool to really see past the berth in order to work. Helex and Tarn look at each other momentarily. All of them are very well aware of the irony of the situation, they were the last mechs that should be allowed near a sparkling.
“Yes but that… thing is one of us.” Tarn isn't sure what to call it as he points at the tiny purple insignia, Helex merely nods in agreement, lacking anything to add on. Nickel stifles an amused laugh at the way Tarn calls a sparkling as a ‘thing’, still focused on the soldering. A master of multitasking. She wonders how she got along with just out-of-touch and downright insane mechs sometimes.
“Yeah, they've got all the trade marks from a standard Decepticon manufacture unit.” Nickel replies, optical ridges furrowing slightly as she words to untangle wires and fix a clogged ventilation system. Such high unnatural frame temperatures were a standard sign of it and considering the poor thing was beneath literal corpses, Nickel is damn sure the kid probably is infected with a virus after all, they don't exactly give firewall updates on Clemency. “...including the bugs.” She mutters out to herself, making sure neither of them heard that but Tarn raises an optical ridge beneath his mask; however, before he could question her by what she meant, a thought strikes Nickel.
“...what are you guys going to do after they wake up?” She asks, looking at the two of them and… Tarn freezes for a moment, what he was about to ask hitting a screeching halt and Helex stiffens. This truly was something he had no idea on what to do. It would appear neither of the DJD had any foresight on what to do next. Helex looks at Tarn, understandable since he is their leader but Tarn does not dare to look back at all. Infact, he wishes Helex wouldn't look at him for this.
“That… will be decided shortly.” Tarn leaves the medbay, signalling Helex to follow. Nickel shrugs and goes back to repairs, the sparkling letting out a sound almost akin to a glitchy cough. Poor thing, Nickel feels. Sighing out words of comfort, she can see the terror in their optics.
“We need to make a decision about the sparkling, now.” Tarn would've unanimously taken a choice himself but… he honestly has no clue what to do here. The urgency is present in his tone as all the other three perk their helms up to Tarn, Helex standing nearby him.
“I say we drop them off at the nearest training facility.” Tesarus says, it is a rather logical choice but…
“The nearest MTO facility is lightyears away and if we go that far, we'll lose our trail on Overlord.” Kaon frowns as he speaks. Flickers of annoyance are hidden beneath Tarn's mask at the mention of that wretched designation.
Vos adds onto Kaon's point. Overlord was a high priority target, they were all aware of that.
“Agreed. But it's not like the DJD can keep a sparkling on board.” Helex huffs, optics narrowing slightly at Kaon. Keeping a kid onboard the The Peaceful Tyranny was a stupid idea. Newly-builts are curious and none of the rooms on their ship are exactly suitable for the little one. Not only that but it's not typical of their reputations to keep a sparkling onboard.
“Are you saying we should risk the possibility of finally getting Overlord for the wellbeing of a sparkling?” Kaon raises an optical ridge, questioning Helex who now has second thoughts on what he had said.
“...fair point.” Helex mutters out. Vos who went silent voices his opinion, his red optics brightening a bit as he finally gets an idea on what to do with their new problem.
Vos says, feeling rather proud of himself for racking his processor up for that idea. Helex, Kaon and Tesarus look down at Vos; faceplates in disapproval. But at the same time… something stops them. They can't really put a digit on it either.
“Normally, if it were any other mech…” Kaon mutters out. The others clearly didn't expect a response like that but it wasn't exactly unwelcome. Though, they were disappointed that neither of them thought of such an easy solution.
“In the usual case, yes…” Helex replies, this was not the usual case after all.
“Maybe if it were an Autobot sparkling…” Tesarus mumbles, in thought.
“We could just reprogram it into a Decepticon then.” Kaon sighs, why waste an opportunity to get a new addition like that? Tesarus looks over at Kaon, murmuring out that usual saying; "Once an Autobot, always an Autobot.".
Vos, despite the faceguard, is very clearly frowning, rather agitated by the fruitlessness of this discussion with his peers and even more so, unable to understand why they feel obligated towards a random sparkling they found in the middle of nowhere on Clemency. Crimson optics narrowing a little. They're the DJD! They commit atrocities! It's literally their job too! Why must they tolerate something which gets in the way of completing their sworn, near divine duties?
“Because that sparkling is a Decepticon. It isn't a traitor. It's probably too young to even know what counts as treachery. We are the Justice Division. What Justice is there in killing one of our own simply because of their presence being a mild inconvenience?” Tesarus retorts. Vos looks down for a moment, not wanting to admit that Tesarus had a very good point there. They were cruel, they were the DJD but that cruelty was supposed to be reserved to those who truly deserved it. They all go silent for a moment, they've discussed enough amongst themselves now. They turn to Tarn as their final beacon of… not hope, Tarn never gave hope but their beacon of ‘knowing what the frag to do right now’.
Tarn thinks hard about all the points they have presented. All of their helms glued on him. As their leader, he's the one that gets the finalizing vote. The sparkling should probably go with more… sane bots but then, they'd risk losing track of Overlord. They can't kill a sparkling. Megatron did give strict orders not to involve themselves with those not on The List and as far as Tarn was concerned, newly-builts never showed up on The List. But… if they kept the sparkling, they could perhaps raise a strong Decepticon… After all, it survived on the wastelands of Clemency all by its lonesome without hardly any weapons other than the tiny handgun blaster that's out of charge that they found clenched so tightly in its little servos. Anticipation floods the air as he continues to think.
The idea of moulding a Decepticon… an eternally loyal Decepticon…
There is a lot of appeal to that prospect.
“The sparkling is to stay.” Tarn sighs out, making a decision everyone seems to have mixed opinions on. Kaon seems slightly pleased, Vos let's out a frustrated groan, Tesarus looks as unsure as ever and Helex is... well, he's rather indifferent to it.
But the real issue was informing their wonderful medic about this...
the fanon term is ‘sparkling’ but in the comics, they mainly use ‘newly-built’ for freshly made Cybertronians so i’ll be switching between the two but i’ll mainly use the canon comic term. also, reader is not a baby. i think it makes more sense for newly builts to be smaller but able to walk immediately when they are made since they are Cybertronians. though, i feel like other functions like transforming are slowly learnt.
also, most transformers start off with mentor figures which i believe are similar to parents for humans.
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.
Could I request romantic headcanons for Whirl, First Aid, Brainstorm with gentle human reader who constantly praises them? 👉👈
Oh man this is such a cute concept 💖
SFW, fluff, GN reader
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Whirl
At first you make him kind of uncomfortable. So soft and gentle, both in appearance and personality, yet you aren’t scared of him. You remind him of what he used to be like, what could have been, and he doesn’t know how to deal with that so at first he rejects you.
Over time though, he warms up to you as your kindness and fragility slowly breaks down his walls. He becomes protective once you’re together, keeping you by his side whenever possible, either having you perched on his shoulder or tucked inside his cockpit. He still intimidates others and causes trouble, but with you around he becomes less violent. Won’t say it out loud but he doesn’t want to risk hurting you.
He likes to rest his helm on whatever surface you’re sitting or standing on while you pet and compliment him, peppering kisses along the side of his head. Play with his antenna and he is practically purring from your affections.
Sometimes he will return your affections by gently bonking his head against you, or, if your hair is long enough, using his avatar so he can braid it for you. He likes using his avatar when you’re alone together in general; he likes how he towers over you and can pick you up at will in his regular body, but using his avatar allows him to be more tactile and gentle with you.
Once the relationship hits long term and it’s clear you really aren’t going anywhere, Whirl will surprise you with a gift, left for you to find next to your bed in the morning, in the form of a watch. It’s relatively plain in design, but you can tell it took a lot of work and craftsmanship for Whirl to make for you. It can’t be easy for someone as large as he is to make something so small and delicate, especially with his claws.
When you thank him for the gift, showing him how it looks on you, he’s quiet. Staring down at you with his single optic, his expression would be unreadable to anyone else, but you can tell by the soft glow emanating from his single eye that if he could, he’d be smiling right now.
First Aid
After working under Pharma for several years, it’s nice to have someone around who appreciates First Aid and how much work he’s put into being a medic. He’s bashful at first, not used to the affection, trying to brush it off as just doing his job. But he also wants to hear you say more nice things about him.
You act as a sounding board for him. When he thinks he’s found a new breakthrough on medical research, he talks his work through with you. Knows you don’t understand all the medical jargon, but being able to voice things out loud helps. It also doesn’t hurt that you give him endless support and encouragement.
You aren’t the only one giving out praise. First Aid is going to acknowledge your own accomplishments and skills too. Not one to lay it on thick, but he’ll let you know when you’ve done a good job on something or just tried really hard and his compliments are sincere.
After a long or stressful day he likes to hold you against his chassis, running a finger up and down your back while you tell him all the reasons you love him. Some of his past actions weigh on him. The patients he couldn’t save, what happened at Delphi, Ambulon, Pharma… needs you to help keep him grounded in the present, remind him that he’s on the right track and doing enough.
Brainstorm
The first time you call him a genius in a quiet voice, he pretends he can’t hear you. Leans down to your level, servo to his audial, asking if you could repeat that for him please? Thinks it’s super cute how your face reddens and you can’t make eye contact when he’s so close to you. When you shyly look back and call him a genius again you could swear he makes a tiny squeal of delight in response. You’re just too cute!
Would love it if you stayed with him in his lab, so he can show off his creations and watch your reaction as he explains and demonstrates what they do and how they work. Your curiosity and excitement whenever he manages to make the impossible, possible warms his spark to no end.
Will carry you on his shoulder when he can, thinks it’s adorable how you react to his PDA, face flushed and buried against his neck cables when he coos over you in front of other bots. He’s an absolute menace. A handsome, affectionate menace.
In private, Brainstorm will mass displace so he can cuddle up to you properly, faceplate nuzzling against your neck to make you laugh when it starts to tickle as he gets you to list all the things you like about him between giggles. He might also sneak his digits under your top to tickle your sides if you aren’t paying attention, making you shriek in surprise as he asks you what else you think of him, besides the fact he’s a super handsome, ultra charming genius?
Hi, I'm Julius/Gal! This is my blog for NSFW writing and art that I make or reblog. Minors please DNI! Here's my main blog for SFW writing and multifandom things: @morbid-cordial-cherry
I'm getting back into my hobbies of writing and drawing for the first time in years, so why not start off by writing something I love: Fanfiction! I like x reader/self insert stuff, so I'm pretty much only doing that right now. I'm also on AO3! (But nowhere else! If you see my work on any other forums, please let me know.) Also, I'm a college student with a busy schedule and an attention disorder, so uploads won't be frequent (but I'll do my best!).
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Rating: PG 13 (Fluff, Comfort)
TW: (None, really.) Swerve being a nervous nerd.
You observe the beautiful radiant tubes, each with their own designated color of liquid, decending from red, yellow, purple, and blue.. It seems the purple is the most popular with red following close suit. Some bubble and fizz, some don't, and when mixed it seems to make a pretty delicious robotic concoction of flavors and sensations, many exclaim "Goes down smooth!" when drinking the blue one and others make quite the fascinating face when sipping on the red one..
You've been watching bots order at Swerve's bar for a while now, waiting until close, just hanging out here because you have nothing better to do. You even started to pick up a few small tasks here and there to help him out, asking him if you can help wash a glass or grab a few decorations for the drinks, such as a curly straw or a mini umbrella.. which they also apparently have here. You've heard rumors of Swerve's love for human culture, so perhaps he himself makes these.. or maybe he just orders them from some where. For all you know, maybe he's been to Earth and grabbed a couple dozen boxes. But either or, you love watching these giant mechs go gaga over them and their cuteness.. then most often times, they'll point to you and fawn over you as well... Which is surprisingly a major confidence boost, you've been self conscious, being the only human on board and all, but knowing most everyone thinks you're adorable? Well.. that certainly helps ease the worries rattling around in that little mind of yours.
And you think Swerve's enjoying your help too, offering small smiles and kind words, praising you for your hard work, saying things like "Great job!" or a subtle whisper like "You're doing great.." with a little shy thumbs up.. But you couldn't help but notice that he's been gawking at you as he works, albeit shyly, but still watching attentively. Most sit at the bar when they can, admiring the alien specimen currently perched upon the counter on Swerve's side, you. They tilt their head and watch as you do various things, just out of curiosity. No harm in watching, you'd gawk too if you were them. But Swerve? Well, there's no harm in what he's doing, but you're curious as to why he feels the need to hide the fact he's watching you.
At first you presumed he was scared you were gonna do something to the drinks, since you're a new comer and all, so you quickly attempted to hop down from your little spot, assuming you've just gotten too used to sitting on their tables and counters and pushed a boundary.. But he swiftly responded to your actions by gently cupping his shiny cherry red hands around your waist, not even tight enough to grasp you, just enough to barely brush them against your body with immense carefulness, as if he was scared to even touch you. Then he anxiously blurted "No, no! Please don't go! I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel unwanted.. I'm just kind of slammed!" as he gestured to the incredibly crowded room, all the bar's seating was taken, even that one table with the wobbly stool that has yet to be fixed from that one routey evening a week or two ago. But you felt as if that wasn't exactly what caused his small, swift glances and his prominent nervousness around you. Perhaps he was hiding something, something big.. something you're determined to find out. It'll be fun! You have nothing better to do, so you stayed.. and stayed... and stayed. And now it's closing time and you still haven't figured out the big mystery! What a detective you are, but you suppose even the greatest in the field needed at least a few days to crack a case.
"So..." Swerve suddenly begins, you turn your head to look at him, your focus now broken from your internal monologue and the fidget toy loosely grasped in your hands, you had brought it along just in case you got too nervous. Luckily, you only needed to fiddle with it a few times, turns out everything's fun and laid back in Swerve's bar. His hands are busy at work, a rag held in one, massaging away at some glasses with tender swipes, polishing, making sure they shine so they can look their absolute best.. You must say, he's a very good bartender, detail oriented, most wouldn't even bother to do such a strenuous task. He averts his gaze from his work only for a moment, he glances at you nervously before he quickly fixes his gaze back on the glass which is now way past polished, it's practically a twinkling star beneath the bar's radiant rainbow like glow.
"I was wondering.." Silence swiftly fills the drafty room after his half statement, perhaps he's getting cold feet. You set your fidget toy aside and turn yourself slightly to lean more towards him, before you acknowledgingly hum, a kind smile stretches across your pretty lips as you signal that you're all ears. He certainly takes notice too, upon glancing over at you once more, he stops everything he's doing, his optics trail across your form before his confidence is all but renewed.. Well, as much as it can be for that nervous mech. He smiles widely then with a quick fluid movement, he grabs another glass and resumes his work with smaller, more anxious motions than before, they're more like nervous stims then strokes, really.
"Well, I was wondering if.. maybe... if you wanted, only if you want- I know some of the older bots have been kind pushy with you, making you do a bunch of mandatory training and things like that- Not that I was stalking you, I was just in the hallway when it happened, you know, and I don't want to seem like I'm a creep-" You softly drape a hand across his, his rambling all but ceases within an instant and his gaze snaps down to your hand, then to you, before he chuckles nervously and sways on his peds with soft leans to either side. And that nervous little smile you've begun to enjoy returns, gracing you with it's presence as his servos fiddle with the glass' rim, tracing around it in circular motions.. It reminds you of a little race car track.
"Well, would you like to maybe... watch some movies with me? Well- not just with me, there'll be a few other bots there too, but they're nice- I promise! Bartender's honor!" He does a playful boy scout salute at you, you chuckle softly at him before nodding and petting his hand.. he needs it, you feel. His expression softens as he subconsciously leans in a bit closer to you. "Yeah..? Really?" He asks, clearly a bit shocked by your acceptance, you nod and reply enthusiastically, you've been wanting to make some friends here any how... other than Rodimus. He's been hoarding you any chance he gets since you've gotten here, Megatron has had to help release you of the snare you've often found yourself entrapped in and helped you escape Rodimus' needy grasp a few times. Making up excuses like you had previous commitments with him or that you had work to attend to.. just wait until Rodimus finds out that's what he's been doing, he's gonna be ill.
"Yeah! I'd love to! Actually..." Swerve listens attentively, he even leans his elbow against the bar and sets his chin in his palm to really get down on your level, making you feel very seen and heard.. Perhaps he's often not heard himself and that's why he's so good at it, you suspect. "I haven't been able to really make any friends here yet, so it'll be nice to have some... other than Rodimus." You playfully roll your eyes and giggle a bit, Swerve snickers before he adjusts his posture slightly, his other hand's digits run across the smooth counter, absentmindedly feeling the textures of the cool metal as he speaks. "I've seen you with Rodimus a few times already, practically any time you aren't being dragged away by a superior, he's being kinda clingy with you, huh?" Why, doesn't he seem interested in your relationships? ..Perhaps he's worried, no need, Rodimus is harmless.. just an attention hog. You nod slightly with a mild little shrug. "I think he thinks you're neat, well, I know he does. He's ranted to me about you.. All good things, don't worry!- ..But I think most of the ship thinks you're really neat.. you know? You're just.. something new, and for a lot of old warriors, it's nice to have a little switch up every now and again, I think. But that's just my opinion, they might like you for some other reason. I mean, you are very attractive...." He trails off as he looks to the side in thought, then his optics widen under his visor, just barely visible to you thanks to the colorful tube's radiant hues piercing through the blue glass spread across his optics and the bridge of his nose.. At least, you think his visor is glass. If this mech had skin to flush or turn ghost white, it would probably do both in the moment, you're pretty sure.. Maybe he has a crush on you? Or maybe he's just that anxious. Either or, you think he's cute and sweet.. He quickly glances your way, you smile widely at him before you kick your feet shyly.. Is that a faint flush across your cheeks?
Ah, at least it's not a negative reaction! Actually, he'd say that's a pretty positive one, if he says so himself.. which he does! A nervous little smile creeps onto his face before his swaying finally stops.. Yay! You eased him.. some how! "Well, at least they've taken an interest! That's better than them hating you, you know?" With a sudden small gasp and a snap of his servos, he bends down with a swift movement to a small fridge underneath the bar's counter and fishes out a few jugs of.. something. Is that..? No, it can't be. He sets them all onto the counter with a few small "Thum-putmps!" then he turns to you and a rather proud smile replaces his previous shyer one. "I've been sort of a.. 'human lore junkie' for a while now, I've been collecting a bunch of memorabilia and stuff for many stellar-cycles.. erm.. years, like comicbooks.... a-and classic movies..! And uhm.." He reaches behind him and grabs a paper notepad.. interesting, most bots use datapads.. Actually, you're almost 90% sure everyone on board uses datapads. "I've been working on a little something for you.. If I ever encountered you here, I wanted you to feel at home! Well, if I didn't meet you in a few months I was planning on inviting you for a drink.. but still!" With his notepad held close to his chest, he flips through the many pages, each recipe has a little beverage sketch scribbled underneath them. You lean forward to try to sneak a peek, he notices and is a bit bewildered that you'd take an interest in such a thing, but nevertheless, he turns and leans against the counter so you can properly look through the notepad with him. He even bothers to explain a few as he goes, sometimes pointing to things.
"Well, that one I was going for a sort of 'fruity vibe', you know, like tropical kinda.. But I scrapped that, d-don't look at that.." He covers it with his hand and flips the page. "I liked that one.." You blurt out a mumble quietly, he freezes in place before he looks down at you with his optical ridges raised. "Yeah? Really?" He flips back to that page and examines it, you nod and lean forward to observe the drawing better, it's pretty good, there's even shading! His servos trace the sketched glass as he speaks, as if he's deep in thought. "I mean, I often overthink these things.. so it might be better if I just let you go through it one day, maybe tomorrow... if you want?" He shyly peeks your way, your expression is beaming.
Finally! A bot who really wants to be in your presence, not just for clout for hanging with a human or to poke fun at you for being small for a ego boost... other than Rodimus. You were on the fence before, just a bit wary, but now? You've got a new buddy! Yay! You enthusiastically nod, causing Swerve to chuckle. "Alright! Hah hah! Seems like you've been cooped up for long enough, huh?" He playfully, yet still softly, ruffles your hair, not even enough to really scruffle any of it out of place before he begins to flip through the pages quickly. "But there's one in here that I'm pretty sure you'll like, I was almost done perfecting it.. Well, trying to perfect it... Lemme just.. AHA!" He pridefully.. yet also somehow very shyly, shows you the recipe he was referring to, you carefully read the ingredients... it's.. perfect! It has all of your favorite juice combos and it even has some interesting twists you'd love to try, like adding fruit rinds to give it a slight wang, but not too much. And best of all? It's non alcoholic, so you can have it anytime!
You paw at the page to signal you want that one. "That one? Really? It's good?" You practically bounce about with anticipation, you haven't had anything super flavorful in weeks. "Yes! I LOOOVE all of those things! It's perfect!" You cheerfully kick your feet as you watch him. With haste, Swerve very happily twists 'round and begins to prepare your desired drink. "Alright! I was honestly nervous you would've had one like this before.. have you?" He pauses mid mixing and glances down at you, you shake you head and paw at his shaker, causing him to chuckle. "One moment, one moment! Goodness, you're so impaitent! Silly little thing.." He teases as he pours the shaker's contents into a surprisingly human sized glass and begins to reach for glass dressings, based on the sketch, a tiny umbrella and a curly straw, along with a little cup covering for you so your hands don't get cold from all the ice... But before he can even add them, you sneak a sip and he catches you in the act, you freeze upon eye contact, as if he can't see you. His hands seat themselves upon his hips as he shakes his head jokingly disapprovingly at you with a big smile present on his shiny metallic lips, exposing some of his robotic teeth.. or what were they... Denta, you think?
You slowly and hesitantly set the glass down, most of the drink is already demolished.. you were a lot more thirsty than you had anticipated. "Is it good..?" He queries nervously as he nervously shifts about on his peds again, you nod as you paw at the shaker again, you've quickly discovered your cuteness will get you just about anything you want and you're using it to your advantage a bit... but only sometimes. It's not naughty if you only do it sometimes.. right? Santa won't bring you coal for this.. will he? You think not. "Oh good! I was terrified you wouldn't like it at all..! Or worse, that you'd be allergic to it or something!" He delicately plops the decorative items into the drink and adds a little something from within his chassis... a little tiny plastic yellow rubber duck, it floats about on the liquid just barely peaking over the islands of ice. You gasp as you bring the glass up to inspect it before you giggle merrily and flop over onto your back with your feet kicking in the air excitedly. Swerve can't help but giggle too as he watches you have a little cuteness overload.. that's about how he feels with you constantly anyway. Humans are a lot more attractive than he had anticipated, TV did not do them justice at all... or maybe it's just you.
"I'm glad you like that, I've been trying to find something suitable to use it in, I suppose your drinks will do? I can put it on all of them, if you'd like." He offers as he tilts his helm at you, he gently shakes the juices about in that giant shaker of his.. If you were him, you just know you would totally spill it out, no question, somehow. You nod happily.. then you get an idea. You quickly reach over and grab your fidget toy and hold it up to Swerve, he slowly sets the shaker down next to the special small glass he got his hands on just for you and carefully grabs the toy in a few servos. He inspects it before his gaze returns to you. "For me?" He asks as he points to himself, you nod and stand with a stretch, his optics are trained on you as you walk over and plant a small kiss on his cheek.. his metal is so warm. "Thank you for the drink.." You tenderly mumble before you plant another on the tip of his nose then return to your previous spot. Swerve on the other hand, is so stunned he's unable to move or speak, he's frozen and he wishes he could stay stuck in this moment forever. Primus, he's seen so many movies like this, this is awesome. He slowly places the gift into his chassis with such immense care to admire later, so he can focus solely on you. He can't help but giggle uncontrollably as he just barely manages to pour your drink, making you giggle too. He quickly washes the shaker as you take a big swig of your delicious glass of refreshing juice then he wanders a few feet away and continues to giggle to himself... You think he's trying to calm himself down and failing, quite miserably, might you add. You don't understand, you just made every dream this man ever had come true. Maybe some good ol' honesty will help ease his emotions!
"Also, you're a very good bartender! Not that I'd know, I've never been to a bar, not my kinda crowd and I don't like being harassed. But you seem very kind and engaging and you always get the orders right, I think you're incredible!" You yell out from across the way, a quiet whine like noise begins to leak from him as he crotches into the floor and practically holds himself, then a loud engine purr rumbles from his chassis as he continues to softly giggle to himself. You snicker at the shy bot, he's so cute. You finish up your drink then slowly lower yourself down onto the ground from the.. not so high counter. You love climbing stuff, it's just the getting down part you're not so good at, it kind of freaks you out, to be so high up.. even though it's not that terribly high up and you could probably just jump off, but still. Monkey brain doesn't know that. Then after you're 'dangerous voyage off the counter' you wander over to Swerve and run a hand along his back, earning a needy little sound from him, as if he's practically begging to be soothed.
"It's okay big guy, everyone gets overwhelmed from time to time.." You reassure as you rub soothing circles into his back plating. "I..I'm not overwhelmed, I'm flustered and so happy I feel like I'm gonna pop." He admits sheepishly as his hand slowly snakes around your form, once again barely touching you, this time you make a point to smoosh his palm into your frame, showing him you won't break upon contact. His hand only holds you a little tighter.. but it's progress! "Sorry.." He whispers, a hint of embarrassment and guilt is sprinkled in his tone as the word simply trinkles from his tongue. "For what..?" You query, genuinely confused by the sudden apology, you tilt your head and try to get a glimpse up his visor to gauge his emotions, it's a bit hard to see his blue optics through the blue visor while down in the floor, it's too dark. "For being so.. Eugh.." He gestures to the floor and everything around him, you shake your head before you climb up onto his perched legs, causing him to fall backwards onto his rear in order to prevent you from falling, he watches you closely as you pull his face close to yours and simply push your cheek against his. He blinks a few times, clearly confused by your 'random' affection, unbeknownest to you, before he hesitantly wraps his arms around you as you wrap yours around his neck. "I think you're amazing.." You admit quietly as you nuzzle against him a bit, a flustered chuckle blazes out of him before he gently snuggles into you, enjoying every little thing about you, from how soft your hair is down to your scent.
A few minutes pass before one of you speaks up, Swerve. "Oh! The movie night is tonight, by the way. I think I forgot to mention that." He admits as he scratches your back through your clothing some more, making you lean into his touch. You giggle at the silly mech before you plant another tender kiss onto his cheek. "You're cute.." You admit quietly, he pauses and thinks for a moment before he pulls away from you and hesitantly kisses your cheek in return. "No, you.." He replies playfully with a smile.
Do you think Overlord from transformers would be type of guy "I love kinda of woman who can beat the sh t out of me"
Ok ok soo i imagine cybertronian reader who was able to beat the sh t out of Overlord who's now in love with cybertronian reader.
What would her team aka the lost light would react to this 😂😂
This had me cackling. Also I apologize I know you said fem but I don't know how to make the gender important to the story (I'm gender blind I'm so sorry.)
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- you beating Overlord's aft was a miracle and a half. You utilized his pride and slowness against him, though struggling more than you'd like to admit, you managed to out pace him and put the large bot in his place.
- "I don't know what I did! I beat his aft and now he won't leave me alone! I even tell him off and that just seems to get him more interested!" Is what you cry to Rodimus about.
- "I'm gonna be real with you, I don't know how to help you with that. I mean, at least he's not going off the rails and starting fights?" It's all he's got. You know he's right, but it doesn't help you one bit, so yog end up groaning and slumping over in your seat. Roddy tries to pat your back and show you some cool earth thing he has, before Overlord finds you, and coos about how worried he was when you weren't in your habsuite, and glares at Rodimus.
- Overlord still tries to fight everyone, and by Primus Megatron gets it the worst, but he's happy all that's needed is for you to angrily yell Overlord's name and call him back like a dog. Megatron always breathes a sigh of relief when your enraged voice echoes through the room, calling for Overlord to "bring you aft over here right now, I swear to primus if I have to put down my report!-" and watch as the equally large bot instantly drops his fighting stance, rushing over to you, looking far too happy and pleased to be called by you (even if you aren't'.)
- You're tired, you just want to do you job and go about your day, not wake up from a statis to the large blue mech over you, holding a thing of energon for you and asking to spar.
- Ratchet and First Aid hear and see it the most, and believe Ratchet gives you high an audio processor full. You send Overlord to the med bay frequently, and he can't even scold the bot into being more careful cause he's not even listening! He has to deal with Overlord staring at you and not even hearing him.
- First Aid tries to help in that regard, explaining to you that this is getting out of servo, but Overlord nearly throws a medical berth at him for it, only stopping when you glare at him.
- "I fight him, he likes it, I ignore him, he likes that too! Nothing I do sends the massage home for him."
- Ultra Magnus wants to help, trust him he does! This is classified as harassment and he swore to always help his crew members....but....you are literally the only thing keeping Overlord docile, and First Aid and Rodimus have already reported that Overlord does try to swing at them for interfering.
It's safer for everyone to not, after all you seem to handle yourself just fine! You're a strong bot that can handle one of the strongest gladiators in history! He lets you vent as much as you need, but eventually has to tell you he can help once Overlord oversteps.
- Lucky you, you don't have to worry about that. Overlord is obsessed with beating you in battle, but also he loves fighting you, you carry yourself with such strength and confidence once against him, he's smitten. With your speed, to him, it makes your battles feel like a dance! Your movements and skill have him smitten, as does your attitude, your fire and sass have him weak in the knees.
- Prowl is somehow your only ride or die here, he's more worried about what Overlord could do but doesn't think before shouting at him to give you space or to frag off, the temperamental officer goes into protective mode when it comes to you.
- Overlord does not like Prowl because of this, but you cling to your friend in thanks.
- "It's every damn cycle, don't you have a hobby!? Frag I don'tknow, watch a movie, pick up blacksmithing, SOMETHING!" Prowl barely has time to dodge a swift punch, but he manages, and next thing you know there does the fourth table of the week, followed by more shouting, and you having to yell for Overlord to knock it off.
- Rung is definitely getting good use as a therapist, he's trying his best to give you coping skills to help ease your frustrations with your situation, and while they work, you just come back to tell him you came back to your habsuite to Overlord on your berth, and pulling you into his lap.
- "It's rude he didn't ask before doing so."
- "AND THEN HE ASKED TO SPARK BOND, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!?"
- "Oh my, he asked to spark bond-"
- Even just trying to have a professional conversation with you turns into a chore, not because of you, but because of the angry look guard dog standing behind you, glaring down at anyone speaking to you.
