Toyformers: Figures In Disguise | Various! Mini! Transformers x Reader
I'm aware that I'm not the first person to come up with this idea, nor will I probably be the last, but DAMN. This idea just got me hooked, idk what to tell you!! Anyways, the continuity is kept vague, so imagine them looking like your favorite TF media/designs. If your favorite TF media/designs don't have a toyline, pretend that they do!
Synopsis: You've been a Transformers fan for a while, and started collecting toys of your favorite characters out of love for the franchise. Gradually, you've expanded from your favorites to the rest of the cast; before one day you finally get the one toy you were missing to complete your collection. Unfortunately, your good day turns slightly less good when you realize that these little guys are actually sentient.
Content: GN pronouns, human! reader, the bots are toy sized, reader lives alone, i'm personally not a toy collector so this might not be accurate to how real collectors behave, slight crack vibes, im just having fun lmao
Today is a good day.
You feel like you should use a bigger word considering what you have in your hands, but honestly, it doesn't matter. Great, fantastic, pleasant, whatever. What matters is that you finally got what you wanted, and that meant today is good.
Yeah, that's right. After ages of saving up, you had enough money to get the very last toy for your Transformers collection. Which, sure, sounds like a super nerdy thing to be excited over—but come on! You deserve to be excited!
You've been collecting Transformers toys for years now, and you've been a fan for even longer. What can you say? The franchise just has you hooked. Hooked enough to save and spend your money over and over again on figurines of your favorite characters. Time went on, and you figured, why not get the rest of the cast?
Which leads you to now. Walking back to your house carrying a plastic bag, the final piece for your collection carefully tucked inside.
There's a noticeable pep in your step as you open the door and lock it behind you. Immediately heading to your room, you carefully reach in the plastic bag and pull out... Him.
Optimus Prime. Yup, ironically enough, you were saving him for last. There wasn't any real reason, other than it felt oddly fitting for the big guy himself to complete your unfinished set.
Unboxing the toy, you can't help the beaming smile that grows on your face as you hold him in your hands. Is it too dramatic to say that you're cradling him the way one cradles a sacred idol? Or perhaps a precious gem that you intend on treasuring? Probably. But you can't deny that there's something reverent in your touch as you place him down with the rest of the figurines on their dedicated desk.
Yes, dedicated desk. These guys have their own desk that you use to display them. The entire thing is covered with your figurines, one side belonging to the Autobots, and the other, the Decepticons. All lovingly handled and placed with the care of an artist painting their muse onto a canvas.
Setting down Optimus between Bumblebee and Ratchet, you take a step back and bask in your fully completed Transformers toy collection. The surge of pride and satisfaction fills your every vein. You're pretty sure this is how Greek sculptors feel like after finishing a statue.
Grabbing your phone, you snap a few photos that afterwards, you deem good enough to share online. Might as well share your excitement with everyone else, right? You type out a caption for your post and begin to make your way out your room.
Buuut not without casting one last glance to your toy-filled desk. Gotta get at least one more dopamine hit before you go.
The missing piece in your puzzle. The last one to arrive.
Your gaze sweeps over every Autobot, Decepticon, even the niche characters you managed to snag, and your chest puffs out in fulfillment—before your eyes land on Optimus Prime.
Your pause mid-step, lingering in the doorway.
... For a second, a brief second, there's a fragile silence in the air. Like the entire room went still, holding its breath. Waiting. Watching.
........
Then you turn around and step out, shutting the door behind you. Oblivious to the earlier tension in the room, if there even was any. Pocketing your phone, you idly think about what to eat for dinner later. Something affordable, probably. OP wasn't exactly cheap, after all!
In the meantime, you settle on your couch and turn on the TV for some mindless entertainment. Sighing contentedly, you lean back into the cushions and relax.
Today really is a good day.
....
Back in your room, the tiny finger of Optimus Prime twitches.
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Noise is what wakes you up.
Weirdly enough, it's not the sound of your show (which has long since been replaced with some kind of reality TV episode your grandma would watch), nor is it the low buzz of your phone telling you your order is on its way. What actually woke you up was the soft thunk of something hitting the floor.
You strain your ears, wondering if the sound was a sleep-induced auditory hallucination. Did it come from outside? But it can't have been—it was so close. A pin dropping in silence, so to speak.
It almost sounded like... It came from your room.
...Wait.
Your room.
Adrenaline zaps you awake. If that weird sound didn't send you into high alert, that realization did.
Because that means someone could be in your room. With your figurines.
Oh HELL no.
You don't care if it's a thief or a stray animal that somehow got into your home. If they even put a singular FINGERPRINT on the toys that you PAID FOR, you are committing a murder.
But wait. Let's not get too overzealous here. On the chance that there is a thief in your room right now, you can't just burst inside unarmed. You love your collection, but you also love not dying.
Slowly, you get up from your couch, making sure to grab your phone and put it on silent. You sneak away, trying to find some kind of weapon to use. A kitchen knife will have to do. Do you know how to use it? Not really, but maybe your fight or flight instincts can take over from there.
Hefting the knife in one hand, and your phone in the other, your thumb hovers over the final number for the police if things go wrong. You might be a bit paranoid right now, but you also don't really care.
Creeping towards the door to your bedroom, you listen in. You don't really hear...
Inhaling deeply to calm your nerves, you brace yourself.
No wait- there is something. Voices. A lot of them. And apparently, they're getting into an argument. But they sound... Distant?
They're definitely inside your room, but these guys must be the quietest fighters ever or something, because wow. You're not sure how someone can yell a death threat and sound so small.
Here goes nothing.
Bursting through the door, you point the knife in your hands in what you hope is a threatening manner, scowling hard.
"If you even put one hand on those figures, I swear I will fucking-"
Then you stop. The rest of the threat chokes in your throat as you survey the scene.
Your toys. The Transformers. They're...
They're moving.
They're all frozen now, staring up at you with wide painted optics. But you saw their heads swivel in your direction when you burst in. Not to mention the fact that they're all scattered throughout the room right now; some on the floor, some on your bed, some are on the other separate desk that you use for storing non-transformer things.
They all look like they're in the middle of a battle. A toy sized battle. In your room.
Moving by themselves.
"Um," One of them speaks up. Your eyes snap towards... Optimus Prime. Who seemed to have frozen in the middle of fighting Megatron, who's gaze flickers from you to him.
You stare at them all, speechless. Autobot, Decepticon, even the niche characters– you look at them and they look at you.
What?
"Please don't be alarmed," Optimus tries to assure you. Hearing his deep voice come from a toy made out of plastic is surreal. "We mean no harm to you. We-"
He glances around and realizes how contradictory his words are. And for the first time... You see Optimus Prime falter.
He looks up at you.
"We will explain."
...Oh boy.
This is the type shit I be doing instead of homework dawg wtf 🥀🥀 THIS MIGHT BE THE MOST I'VE EVER WRITTEN IN TWO DAYS I'M GONNA BE FOR REAL.. WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE ROBOTS DOING TO ME!!
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! I might write a part 2? If you guys r interested?? Because I do have more ideas... Idk, I keep seeing concepts floating around for the bots being toys, but they're mostly drabbles/headcanons. So I put a one shot into the mix, because why not!! This was mostly a warm up to get back into writing on here as well, soo... Ok I'm rambling at this point!! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED RAHHH RAHHH on the off chance u want more erm... Idk reblog or ask about it in my inbox bcs ill happily yap
Since your asks are open, could I please get a oneshot of TFA Bumblebee playing with the readers hair. Just something sweet and comforting, like the two just relaxing at night cuddling. Sorry if this is too much!
A/N: FIRST OF ALL, this is absolutely not too much!!! This is AMAZING THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING THIS ONE I AM CRYING. I’ll leave it up to you to imagine what they just came home from, but otherwise, enjoy this slightly angsty bit. Bumblebee’s learned to slow down and appreciate the quiet moments after a rough day. I hope it’s okay!! :’0
Pairing: TFA Bumblebee x gn!Reader, can be seen as platonic or romantic.
Warnings: Some angst!
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It had been a long day.
Fighting for your lives was a common occurrence by now. Bumblebee had been doing it for almost as long as he could remember. But you? You were just a human—one that was now wrapped up in a war that you realistically should have no part in.
The amount of times you’d come close—too close—to death because of it made him want to hide you somewhere off in the galaxy where no one would be able to hurt you ever again.
But of course… it wasn’t realistic. He was a soldier. He had a duty to his crew, to his leader, and to Primus himself to stop the Decepticons from enslaving and destroying. To help restore Cybertron one day. And you had a life to live here on your home planet.
Ironic… You had your own life to live, but the young Autobot’s introduction had pulled all of that completely to a halt.
You weren’t just any other teen anymore. You were an easy target—small and fragile when compared to the gargantuan and practically bulletproof alien beings that could crush you without a second thought if they so pleased. All it would take was one mishap, one mistake, one moment where he could be looking away—and it would all be over. The mere thought of it made his spark chamber threaten to implode, and every single time the possibility did flutter across his processor, he forced it away quickly.
None of that could happen. None of it would happen. He’d make sure of it. Once again, he tried to suppress the torrent of thoughts within his helm. Because at least for now, he didn’t have to worry.
The two of you were safe, locked away within his quarters at the plant. The other Autobots had filed into their home base alongside you both without a word, all retreating to their own spaces to rest and recuperate. It was more than needed following the events of the day’s earlier hours.
As he lay on his side, his optics searched every one of your features. Before, you were a mess—covered in dirt from the moment you were forced to duck for cover beneath a fallen tree in the woods. You found a change of clothes and were able to utilize one of the showers that Fanzone had offered to hire someone to fix up. You said yourself that it was a ‘godsend,’ and the look on your face at the moment confirmed that even further. You were comfortable and more relaxed now, allowing your limbs to loll out in all directions and taking the occasional deep breath every few minutes. Your eyes were closed, but he could tell that you weren’t in stasis. He gazed at your freshly-washed hair, but by now it was mostly dry and a bit fluffed up.
You genuinely looked comfortable, but still somehow tense. Bumblebee wondered what was rolling around in that organic brain of yours. It was probably something similar to what he was thinking, he figured.
So, gingerly, he reached out to you. “Hey.”
Your eyes found his optics in an instant as if you’d been snapped out of a trance. Your voice was a bit smaller than it usually was—tired. “Hey.”
After a pause, the scout curled his body a bit closer as if he wanted to whisper to you, his tone level and gentle still. “You wanna listen to my spark again?”
You stared at him for a long moment, and it was almost long enough for him to burn up from the inside out. Then you smiled, and his spark soared. “Yes, please.”
You’d said before that the sound of his spark calms you down. You’d listen to it, match your own heartbeat to it, and fall asleep comfortably. Every time you did, he could feel the way you’d eventually relax completely.
He loved it too.
So the scout leaned over, gently slid his servo beneath you, and rolled onto his back with you in-hand before he let go again. You settled yourself into a comfortable position with your head resting just next to the insignia in the center of his chassis, releasing a heavy sigh and falling limp almost immediately.
Bumblebee’s servos were still there, as if to cradle you or keep you from falling out of place. They were as gentle as they always were; a calm sense of security that neither one of you really recognized was an instinctual act. He slowed his own intakes, leveling his beating spark as it burned and flared with intense affection. He let his helm drop back so it could rest on the berth and he stared at the ceiling in silence.
As your breathing slowed, he thought of sparking up quiet conversation. He could never really stand silence for very long, but he found that moments like these were few and far between—and this silence was a comfortable one. Plus, he didn’t want to interrupt the very thing he’d just offered to you. So he did the next best thing that he figured might soothe you even further.
One of the mech’s servos reached for you again, and he started by slowly rubbing your back with one gentle digit. His touch was light, mindful of his own strength, but still firm enough to create a sense of careful pressure. He stayed locked in that action for what felt like hours, until it eventually moved to your head to find locks of your hair. One digit began to lightly twirl what he could, given the size of his servos. He remembered what you said previously—that playing with someone’s hair was one of the most relaxing things on Earth—and he wanted to deliver you that sense of comfort.
The pulsing of the spark in his chassis eventually calmed and slowed. It was rhythmic, strong, comforting—everything you wanted to hear after yet another day of chaos. The sound reminded you that he was alive, here, never going anywhere, and that you were just the same; alive.
Falling asleep to the sound of it was something you’d never grow tired of.
Based on my personal species, Homo Versipellis or quotably known as 'Changelings'
[they are often called different things depending on culture]
The reader will be based loosely on my own fella, seen here.
That means I'll be pulling parts of my fellas backstory and lore for the fanfics with reader insert!
Pronouns used: Personal pronouns and They/Them
Gender is exclusively left up to viewers discretion
AGAB may change depending on fic request ^^ Generally also vague, perhaps leaning afab.
Continuities: IDW, G1, TFOne and Prime!
Each fanfic within the same universe can be considered it's own continuity unless stated otherwise
I refuse to make reader/insert a specific nationality, but as an Australian, I will have my own biases to including slang and cultural references.
Reader/Insert can take multiple forms, usually that of a human or a humanoid as seen in this reference ^^
Note: I'm gonna be using this reader insert design in my fanfic "Space Sickness" which is a Lostlight x reader fic I wanna try :3
I'll also be making a Cybertronian reader soon!!!
[Also terms of use: don't claim my y/n's as your own, don't use gendered pronouns, thats all.]
Your routine shift turns upside down when an unusual patient drops by.
Starscream’s face is scratched, so is his ego, and he demands you fix him. You’re a healthcare worker, not an aircraft technician. Neither of you have another choice but to trust each other.
Read here ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hi frieeeend! Glad to be one of ur first requests ^^
I was wondering if you could do some TFP Ratchet x female reader 🫣 some smut OR some angsty fluff where Ratchet feels insecure about his age and vitality and y/n (suggestively his s/o) comforts him :)) whatever u choose
Take ur time! ❤️
Whew, never have I ever written so much so quickly (in a good way). I guess I got carried away a bit. Hope you like it :3
*Anything in italics is either a sound effect or a character’s inner thoughts*
Young At Spark
TFP Ratchet x Reader
Warnings: Suggestive
Word Count: 2000+ (Holy Sh*t)
It had been a relatively quiet day in the Autobot base for you. Jack, Miko, and Raph were at school taking their final exams, and the autobots were out on an extensive energon scouting mission somewhere in the rural wilderness of Serbia. You would’ve found a trip to Europe to be a fun outing, but couldn’t bear the thought of leaving your favorite medic alone. As you returned from a brief walk around the halls of the base, a loud *clang* followed by a frustrated and exasperated shout could be heard from the main room. He sounds actually pissed off, you thought to yourself before briskly making your way to the main room. You turned to see Ratchet picking up various shattered metal pieces from the floor, all the while muttering incoherent profanities and curses.
“Ratchet? Is everything okay?” you asked softly, although the concern was easy to glean from your tone. The medic was clearly surprised by your sudden appearance and seemed a bit startled as his blue optics locked onto you. “Oh, (Y/N)... E-everything is fine. I just… was clumsy and dropped the device I was trying to adjust. I um, I’m sorry if I may have startled you.” In fact, everything was indeed not fine with Ratchet, as that morning his thoughts had gotten away from him and locked onto you, and not in the way he usually enjoys.
I can’t upset (Y/N) with my frivolous doubts. Albeit it will be difficult as her mental prowess is always… rather intuitive, the aging medic tried to silence his thoughts and re-focused on (Y/N). Ratchet cleared his throat as he noticed you had already conjured up a broom, “No need for that, I shall clean up my own mess.” You paused at the increasingly odd behavior of the normally composed medic, and you began to grow suspicious of why he seemed to be hiding something from you.
You two had been close for some time, albeit when you first met the resident Autobot medic it wasn’t a great first meeting. With Ratchet insisting the base was getting far too crowded. You quickly won him over though. Unlike the kids, you were far more mature and patient, and you didn’t actively break his tools or go off placing yourself in unnecessary danger, like a certain someone with pink puffball hair… Another admirable quality you possessed was your sharp mind, and your ability to quickly grasp new concepts and actually be interested in things like science.
The first time Ratchet really noticed you was when he was struggling to decipher an unfamiliar set of code which had come into their possession regarding imperative intel. Despite applying the standard techniques to decipher the code, there was some sort of new trick that had been embedded in the code. As (Y/N) had watched the medic continuously failed to succeed, you had been watching closely, and had noticed the answer didn’t lie in breaking the code through conventional means, rather through a visual pattern. Your sharp eye and wit had spotted a pattern of certain colors and symbols, and after explaining this to Ratchet, the two of you were able to team up and crack the code.
“Ratchet… What’s actually going on? You seem upset at more than accidentally breaking something. You know you can tell me anything, right?” You looked up at him, hoping the medic would let you help him. Primus, she’s onto me, Ratchet quickly finished picking up the broken mess on the floor, before turning towards (Y/N). “I appreciate your concern for me, I do, but I insist it was just a fleeting moment of frustration. Nothing more.” Before you could open your mouth to say anything else, the comms system flashed and Optimus Prime’s voice sounded over the audio “Ratchet, we require your presence immediately. We are taking Decepticon-fire and Arcee is down!”
His azure optics widened in surprise before turning to you. “I’ll man the groundbridge. …Be careful, otherwise I may throw a wrench at you” you had an ever-so-slight smile on your face, but your heart was still heavy as no one could ever foresee when things would go wrong. “I promise to return unharmed” Ratchet said softly, hoping that you wouldn’t fret too much over him, before powering up the groundbridge and speeding through in his alt-mode.
As Ratchet sped through the swirling vortex of green and blue energy, his thoughts from earlier resurfaced. He had been replaying the moment you had first met, the first time you had touched servos/hands, the moments where he would place you on his shoulder as you both reviewed data and worked on projects.
The memory that was the source of his inner turmoil was the first time you kissed. You had shifted your weight on his shoulder and just planted one right on his lips. He could remember the rush of heat to his entire frame, something he had not experienced since his youth back on Cybertron, and that was a very long time ago. It wasn’t long after that you two had been intimate with one another, albeit it took a lot of learning on his part since you were both an organic and far smaller than him. The size difference didn’t bother him much, as he was very VERY creative. You were so vigorous, energetic, passionate, and youthful…. And youth had long since surpassed Ratchet.
He should be above silly things such as anxiety or doubt, but now he felt all of his confidence melt away as the thought of such a stunning and lively being as yourself, being held back by an old rust bucket with one pede in the well of Allsparks. The very idea of him disappointing you felt equivalent to losing a patient. Spark-crushing. Perhaps it was wrong of him to think some old bot like him could ever give you what you truly deserved from a partner. …*PEW PEW* The resounding ringing of blaster fire pulled the medic out of his anxious self-pitying stupor, and into a battlefield before him.
Ratchet had only just exited the groundbridge, but he could already make out his fellow Autobots as they duked it out with various Decepticons and Vehicons. He had to focus, as he was here as a medic not a sniveling idiot. As his optics scanned the field for the injured Arcee, he saw the femme leaning against a large boulder, pinned down as she took cover from Vehicon blaster-fire.
His white and scarlet armor glinted in the light of the sun, as he quickly made his way through the battlefield, being trailed by Optimus and Bumblebee as they provided coverfire. Ratchet was able to make it to Arcee, quickly scanning her to assess her injuries. “I’m fine, Doc. Just a few scratches that’s all,” the two-wheeler calmly stated. “Ep-ep! I’m the medic and I will be the one to diagnose y–” Ratchet was interrupted by the sound of crackling electricity from behind. “Nice of you to join the party, Ratchet!” Ugh, not Knockout of all bots… Ratchet thought, as he saw the ever-polished and buffed Decepticon standing a short distance from him. “Knockout, I am in no mood to deal with your incessant posturing…” Ratchet drew his blasters as he glared at Knockout. “Well they do say bots get crankier as they age, huh? Perhaps you’re better suited as a doorstop at your age?” the Decepticon medic cackled.
Ratchet felt his energon boil and before anyone could realize, he charged at Knockout, optics wide with fury, “You’ll look like a doorstop once I’m through with you!!!” Knockout was taken aback by the sudden vigor and frenzied rage from the Autobot medic, genuinely shocked as to what had gotten into him. “PRIMUS I didn’t know you could move that fast!” Knockout ordered the surrounding Vehicons to begin firing at Ratchet, but was interrupted by opposing fire from Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee. Before Ratchet could reach him, Knockout quickly transformed and retreated along with the remaining Vehicons.
Ratchet had no choice but to stop his charge, but his rage was not so easily quelled. He was boiling over with anger, HOW DARE HE INSULT ME LIKE THAT? HOW DARE HE ASSUME– Ratchet’s angry thoughts were cut short by the sensation of a large servo on his shoulder, and Optimus’s voice. “Old friend, what has gotten into you? Why would you abandon your patient and charge after Knockout?” Prime’s face was full of concern for his long-time friend and confidant as this was out of character. The medic’s rage began to subside, as he realized what a fool he had made of himself. “M-my apologies Optimus, I don’t know what came over me.” Ratchet immediately went back over to Arcee and helped her onto her pedes, ashamed at his actions.
Back at base, (Y/N) powered up the groundbridge after receiving the call from Optimus. You were still worried about Ratchet, as you had been struggling to think of what on earth he was so upset about. As the portal opened, the Autobots began to make their way through, including Ratchet who was assisting an annoyed Arcee into the base.
As you began to acknowledge everyone’s return, Bulkhead suddenly approached Ratchet, “What the scrap was that about?!” Ratchet’s optics briefly darted towards the wrecker, but as in usual fashion, the medic turned away and scoffed at the question, “Think nothing of it. Just stress from being engaged in combat.” Despite being assisted by Ratchet, Arcee piped in with her concerns “Bulkhead has a point, Ratchet. You lost it at whatever Knockout said to you. What gives?”
Growing increasingly frustrated with the sudden interrogation, Ratchet snaps his helm around “I’ve already told you that it was inconsequential. Now let me proceed with scanning you for injuries and move on!” The tension in the room could’ve been cut with a knife as the rest of the group falls silent, and no one presses the matter further. Standing at the controls, you were taken aback by Ratchet’s behavior, as this was severely out of character for your normally patient, if a bit sassy-medic. But you remained silent as you watched Arcee begrudgingly allow Ratchet to assess her.
It wasn’t long before Arcee returned to the main area of the base, being cleared of any injuries by Ratchet, but you noticied that he had yet to reappear. Normally the only other area on base you could find Ratchet would be in one of the back storerooms which usually housed various supplies. You quietly made your way through the halls, the faint sound of something falling making you hone in on one particular room. The motion-sensors on the door allowed you entry into the storeroom, and you quickly spotted Ratchet with his back turned against one of the shelves. It felt as if you were walking on glass as you approached him, “...Ratchet? You’re really starting to worry me. Can you please, please… tell me what is wrong?”
“...I’m sorry, (Y/N) for worrying you. That is the last thing I would want to do to you” Ratchet replied, but his back remained turned away from you. You approached him and closed the door behind you. Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around his heel in a hug, hoping your touch would comfort him “I know. But Ratchet…. You are hurting yourself by holding in.. whatever it is that’s making you act this way. We’ve been through too much for you to shut yourself off from me.” A heavy sigh escaped from the medic’s vents and he shifted his frame to look at you.
As you briefly stepped back, he knelt down to move his faceplate closer to your level, “You deserve to know of course… You deserve better. …Perhaps if I was in a different field of medical training, I would be better suited to explain myself, so I shall try my best.” He took a deep breath, clearly struggling “I’ve been concerned that I may not be the mech best suited for you.”
You stood before him frozen as you struggle to process his words, “...Come again?” Ratchet felt as if someone were twisting a blade in his gut, but continued, “I meant that you deserve the best. You are so kind and full of life and vigor, and I am perhaps too old to provide you with what a younger mech could.” He can’t bear to meet your gaze any longer, and turns his face away from you in shame. He is shocked to feel a brief sting on his helm, looking back to see you holding a small wrench in your hands. “Hopefully that will knock some sense back into you” your eyes were welling-up with tears as you dropped the wrench.
“You really think your age would change how I feel for you? You think I would care what anyone, bot or con or human has to say about it?” You approach Ratchet and gently place your hands on his cheeks, staring deeply into his optics, “Ratchet, you are the only man for me. So what if you’re mature and full of experience? You’re my one and only and don’t ever think otherwise.” You lean in and plant a deep and sweet kiss against his cool lips.
It felt like time stood still as he looked at your beautiful face. Your warm lips were like fireworks as you pressed them to his, How can she be this perfect? How do I deserve her? Ratchet’s mind swirled as you pulled away from him, feeling a gentle brush as he swiped a tear from your eye with a servo, “(Y/N), please forgive me for putting you through such torment. I… I was insecure about many things. I still wonder if I am truly capable of fulfilling all of your needs.”
You stepped forward and kissed him again, albeit with a little more heat. You raised an eyebrow as you pulled away, a devilish grin playing on your lips, “You have always fulfilled my every need. You could always test how well you’re able to please me…?” The look in your eyes and tone in your voice was easy for the medic to decipher. He felt his frame heat up and his engine rev, “...I suppose I can run a few… tests to see the results.” He gave you a half-cocked smirk before gently scooping you into his servo and setting you on one of the upper shelves, before showering your neck and collarbone in sensual kisses.
Primus, hopefully no unlucky soul needed any supplies from that room…
Welcome back to transformers fanfic (I found your blog during your hiatus, and I love your older work). Since requests are open, could you possibly write some soft MTMTE Drift headcannons of him watching a movie with a human reader? I’ve been a bit down recently, so I would really appreciate it.
Drift is willing to watch all of your favorites, even if he doesn't quite see the same appeal in them that you do. Depending on what your comfort movies are, he's gonna react differently.
He's not sure why a brutal horror movie would be comforting, especially if you spend half of it cringing and hiding behind your hands, but hey if it floats your boat. Comedies aren't a bad choice to watch with him, some jokes don't land as well without the context of having lived on Earth, but some things are universally funny so he enjoys them enough even if some of the humor is… questionable. If you watch some of the more heart wrenching romantic movies he gets fairly invested, but the cheesy one's he'll good-naturedly tease you for liking even if he did enjoy some of them himself. Intense, dramatic movies that feature journeys of self-discovery and have more open endings are a particular favorite of his if you happen to put them on.
To ensure the best possible viewing experience, he sets up a projector in his hab suite so you can enjoy a more private viewing. There are movie nights for the whole crew but they can get pretty rowdy and that's not the kind of evening you two are looking for. More than one movie night has ended in a brawl.
His berth is lined with a plethora of cushions and blankets that have been sourced from various planets you've visited. Drift has plenty of money and he's more than happy to splurge on creature comforts like these and it's nice to go shopping for them together. He's also spared no expense on getting your favorite treats for the night, regardless of how much effort it took to source them. The way you light up when he presents them to you is worth every penny.
Whether you start out the night sitting next to him in a heap of blankets or nestled in his lap surrounded by pillows, you will end up sprawled across his chest by the end of the night. He lays out plenty of your soft cushions and blankets atop himself so that you can maintain maximum comfort while cuddling against his much harder frame. It's hard not to fall asleep like that in the middle of the movie since he'll absent-mindedly start stroking your back.
He doesn't mind talking during movies and will happily discuss the plot as it's happening, but if you're too focused on the story to speak he's just as good with silent viewing. He's particularly fond of when you get excited and point out your favorite scenes, making sure to pay special attention to those parts of the movie.
If you want to make watching movies together a regular occurrence, he'd agree immediately and would be delighted to help you pick what to watch in the future. Rewatching movies you've seen before or finding something new to view are both fine with him, it's spending quality time together that's important.
Hi! Can I request promt "my whole world in my hands" but only with Cyclonus, if that's ok?
Decided to merge the two, so it isn't just one character.
Mtmte Swerve
Movie nights were a must with Swerve. He always wanted to watch something new with you. Mostly romcoms, but he always listened to you and what you wanted to watch.
And after, the two of you would discuss said movie for hours on end. Swerve never understood how he had gotten someone as you in his life. This little human, who didn't care about his quirks, but loved him for it.
He wasn't used to it. Most people would tell him to shut up. But you would just sit patiently, and listen to him rambling. And to his big surprise, you remembered a lot of what he would talk about.
"Swerve?" He snapped out of his thoughts, gazing down at your form in front of him. Laying on your shared berth. He hadn't even noticed until now, that you had paused the movie.
"Are you okay, honey?" Honey, a common nickname. You had told him he was as sweet as honey. "Oh, ye-yeah. Fine, just, in my own thoughts."
You weren't convinced, but you didn't want to fight over it, so you continued the movie. He fell back into his thoughts, just staring, never commenting on the movie, like he use to.
You paused it again, to see if he would notice. But he didn't, he just stared. "Swerve." He gazed down at you. "You can tell me if there's something wrong."
You sat up, blocking his view of the television. "I-" He lowered his optics, not sure if he should say anything. "I'm just worried, I guess. Li-like not of anything in particular. Just, well, what if you don't like me. I always talk so much, and, and."
He kept rambling, his mouth being able to stop. You stopped his rant when you took hold of his helm, one hand on each cheek. "Swerve. I don't know where I would even go, if I left you. Cause I have my whole world here. And I don't know what I would do without it."
Your voice was soft and comforting, a just as soft smile on your lips. Oh what did Swerve do to deserve you.
Mtmte Cyclonus
Cyclonus belting his songs was a usual day. And if it had been anyone else singing, you would have thrown them out of the airlock. But this was Cyclonus, your conjux.
You understood why he sang them so often, as it was the only thing he had left from his home. You could understand that, maybe not relate, as you still had Earth, but understand.
You always sat somewhere nearby whenever he sang, just doing your own thing, as it could go on for hours, but Cyclonus was still appreciative of your company.
You two did that a lot, just sitting near each other, doing your own thing in silence. Like cats do. All you truly needed was each others company.
You could even count how many times you had said I love you to each other on one hand. You mostly showed your love in gifts, time and many other things than just words.
"Hey, Cyclonus?" He stopped singing. It wasn't usual that you would interrupt his singing, but he would always stop if you asked. "Can I show you something? Tailgate showed me how to do a fun trick."
Tailgate and Whirl was the biggest supporters of you two, always cheering you on and helping you get even closer. "Come over here." Cyclonus complied, always ready to do what you say.
He kneeled in front of you on your berth, his helm close. You wrapped your arms around him, as you always did when you wanted to hug him. "I'm holding my whole world in my arms."
Cyclonus chuckled. "How nice. Oh, how much I love you, my little mate." He picked you up, carrying you over to the window, wanting some lone time with you in his own arms.
With DJD members of your choice, what are your headcanons for how would they deal with a bot added to the list but not due to their own actions. This bot was once an elite Decepticon with a strong sense of honor, and one day they suddenly vanished following the death of their squad. They were seen sometime later with a group of Autobots, wearing their badge and not recognizing their former comrades. The DJD and Nickel find out the bot was captured by some shadier Autobots and had their entire memories wiped, to the point they never recall ever being a Decepticon. Would the bot still be executed or would the group attempt to restore their memories upon learning the truth?
Tarn [MTMTE]
- Tarn is here to enact justice, not to judge unfairly
- When they catch most people on the list, it is very clear they knew what was coming
- So the fact that you expected nothing, barely knew their name and didn't have memory past a million years or so, there was clearly an issue
- He is the first to step in before anything happens, ensuring you are taken into a proper living cell
- Because of what you think you know, you naturally object to being taken in by the murderous crew
- Every time Tarn brought you food, he would also come with a story of a warrior
- In reality he was just reading out field reports about you
- Slowly, and I mean very slowly, little chips began to flake at the alterations made to you
- Nightmares and dreams of your past plagued you, and every single one Tarn would have you detail for him
- When he confirmed each was just a memory, he knew it was working
- The leader wouldn't give up on you, especially not someone who deserved themselves back
Tesarus [MTMTE]
- You were someone Tesarus admired back in the war
- In fact you had inspired him to get to this point and to join the cause
- The weapon you pulled in defence was the very rotating weapon that made him choose his grinder
- The thought of abandoning you like this, or even worse; killing you, made him feel sick
- He managed to argue your case with Tarn, but was made to be in charge of taking care of you
- It saddened him to see what the Autobots had done to you, and infuriated him that they even laid their hands on his idol
- He is very possessive over you in that regard, but more to a protective way
- Eventually, Nickel found out that a connection cable could very jump start you back with the right memories
- Rightfully so, Tesarus offered himself to do so
- After all, he knew you best compared to the others, so he was able to give you quite a few key memories back
- While you were in the medibay healing from the information overload, he was by your side most often, talking about the things he did in the day
- He would hope that you hear him, and remember some of his finer moments too
Vos [MTMTE]
- Vos recognized you, because you had fought alongside one another in the war for a time
- You were one of the only Old Cybertronian speaking around him so it made sense
- He insisted they at least try to help you
- Actually, he offered to be the one to get you back to who you were, a little bit of a lab rat if you will
- For a lab rat, you were treated extremely well
- Vos was a biochemist, he was certain he could figure something out
- The con took you to the medibay regularly for checkups to ensure you were healthy and eating well
- As nice as that was he would in fact put you to sleep prior because it was easier than a struggle
- Eventually he managed to create a counter to the chemicals that plagued you from all the mnemosurgery
- Just to ensure you were in no pain, he slowly neutralized them in doses, cleaning it all out with his replacement
- It worked wonders! You were back to your old self in no time thanks to the minibot
- Vos was more than happy to remind you how much you owed him, and would keep you on the Peaceful tyranny with him under the excuse of 'you are still healing'
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Authors Note - You can really tell I simp for vos SORRY NOT SORRY BABES
This was so much fuuun I love writing for the DJD- total guilty pleasure
