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rabotimagines · 7 months ago

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"Pet names" pt2 GN! BOT Reader + Prowl, Ratchet, Blaster, Bumblebee, Skyfire

Summary: Reader has become partial to using human pet names for everyone.

Warnings: none.

Genre/Theme: Platonic/with hints of crush

G1 characters included: Prowl, Ratchet, Blaster, Bumblebee, Skyfire.

Notes: Cybertronian Reader, Reader is around Ironhides age so older in mind

Pronouns: You, your, yours, them, they

Prowl is trying to get a verbal review of your report while finishing up his own. You've all been busy the past week, so you're walking through the ark hall while conversing. And you finish, so you move to hand him the physical report on the datapad. "Here you go, Pudding."

Prowl full-on stops in place when he hears what you say, fully expecting his audials to be glitching. "What did you just say?"

"Here you go, Pudding." You hold the datapad out, still completely unperturbed by what you'd just done and even more so when having to repeat it. Prowl processor lags- Because you're calling him- human pet names of all things without reason. But he forces his system to straighten out and consider your personality. This stops it from getting worse since this may just be you behaving like... you.

"You know my designation." Prowl settles on stating the fact.

"I do." You stated back, still wordlessly holding the datapad for him to take. Annoyance slowly seeps into Prowls frame at the exchange, and he takes the datapad from you.

Prowl gives you a long calculating look. "Do not do it again." He settled on.

You just shrugged, a small smirk curling on your derma. "Okay later then, Pumpkin." You turn and leave before Prowl comprehends this pet name, which makes his helm snap to your retreating form.

Prowl does not enjoy it. The incessant pet names you'd elected to now refer every autobot with. His wings twitch in annoyance whenever you call him "Pumpkin" or "Pudding" or allspark forbid "Peaches." Optimus fully pauldron shaking laughed the first time you'd called him that one. You humiliating Prowl was not how he wanted Optimus to get his R&R. However, he will tolerate it slightly more when Optimus is in the room. If not to watch you make a fool of Optimus, instead of him. Prowl had attempted to scold you the first time he'd seen you call Optimus "Sweetspark." their leaders' finials had pulled back when you'd done so- Optics brightened. But Optimus informed Prowl that he actually does enjoy the pet names. Prowl doesn't understand even after Oprimus's explanation of the supposed "benefits" of your behavior.

But he does look and watch after that and must conceded that there was- some, however mild, merit to the autobots general mood when you'd use your pet names. It was merely a bother in Prowls system, but he supposed he could make the sacrifice for the morale of the autobots.

Prowl wouldn't like it, however.

Ratchets resetting your leg juncture back into place after a battle. You hadn't bothered to come to him till after he got through everyone else. You'd apparently "forgotten" about it in the hustle of making sure everyone else got seen first. Slag is what it was, and Ratchet made sure you knew exactly what he thought. It realigns and clicks into place with you digging a servo against his pauldron with a hissing vent. You relaxed your jaw and nod in gratitude. "Ha- Thanks, love."

Ratchet almost coughs in shock, his plating flaring a touch. But after years of hearing everything from patients in pain or in surgery high on something, he just clicks his glossia. "Next time, don't forget to mention your own injuries."

Ratchet had assumed it was just a slip of the glossia at the time due to the pain and let it slide. Then the next time you're reporting from Optimus to him and call him "Handsome." And he's asking you to repeat that, which you shamelessly do with a smirk. Ratchet scoffed and told you he wasn't going to go any easier on you the next time you forget to come in. No matter how much you try flattering him. Then he sees you with the other autobots and learns you've simply picked this up as a habit.

Ratchet has to resist the urge to roll his optics every time you do it with him. He's gone from being prickly in response with you to half seriously threatening to short your mouth circuit if you didn't stop. But you only continued to do just that. Whenever you called him "Love," his damn spark hummed a touch louder. You've realized that too and tend to only use that more often or not. Much to his- exasperation. Ratchet does enjoy the casual affection to a degree. Reminds him of his younger days. The easier ones. So he doesn't ever throw a wrench at you for the pet names themselves.

Ratchet does definitely enjoy watching the others more than being on the receiving end. Watching Optimus's finials twitch, then pull forward slightly and his plating fluffing in response. Or Ironhide looking like he was going to blow a minor fuse from how bright his own optics were while he unsuccessfully tried to get you to stop. Even Prowls door wings twitching in obvious disdain makes Ratchet crack a smirk at least. So Ratchet let's it be for the most part. They could use some "softer" interactions around the base.

...

He's still telling you to stop whenever you do it to him, though.

Blasters cool with it. He's been in it with the humans at parties or at clubs (the ones he could fit in anyway.) And he's seen and even been on the receiving end of flirting pet names on the occasion. You calling him "Babe" didn't trigger much but an amused smirk. Blaster will return a few casual pet names himself a "Babe" here and there. But what is not cool is Jazz and you being as cringe inducing as possible on his audials. Blaster is sooooo sick of being subjected to you and Jazz's "flirting." It ain't flirting it's a failing clown show!

You'll get more of a fond smile when Blaster sees you pet naming his cassettes. They all fumbled a touch when you'd called them something with sweetness in your tone. Steeljaw, like always, is aloof and focused when you're on the clock. But when you're off? Just chilling at the ark? Steeljaw is a little slagger. Rewind and Eject at least have the decency to only do it when it's natural. Steeljaw will seek you out with his olfactory when you're both off duty to get called sweet names by you.

"I'm so glad you're still here, Foxy." You waved at Jazz, who was standing next to Blaster.

"And I'm so glad to see you too, Snookums." Jazz's tone is so absurd it actually makes Blaster feel physically tired.

"And I'm gonna purge." Blaster bluntly remarks, causing you both to turn to him, then share a look with each other. Jazz smiles in a way Blaster recognizes and is immediately cautious. Blaster jolts when you're suddenly leaning into his space. Your digits are now just barely tracing his boombox buttons.

You smile like a felinoid, and Blasters tries to back up, but Jazz is suddenly pressing up behind him, preventing his escape. Jazz's arms even wrapped around Blasters middle. You speaking makes his gaze snap back to you. "Come on, Baby, don't you wanna have some fun?" You worried your optical ridge, and Blasters glossia is feeling really thick in his mouth now.

Then, his dock compartment snaps open of its own accord, and Steeljaw ejects and forms right into your arms. You just chuckle and heft his cassette into a more comfortable position. "Hey baby! I know you won't say no to a little TLC, Blaster, however..."

Blaster, now broken out of that little trance, shook to break out of Jazz's hold. Jazz, however, did not release him - "Sorry Blaster! You're not approved for release until you enjoy at least five compliments from both of us!" Like pit Blaster was! He wasn't sticking around to hear the kind of slag you both called flirting! Blaster looked at Steeljaw for help only to slack at the smile on his cassettes muzzle. The little traitor!

Bumblebee isn't ambushed by it like the others- He's already heard through the autobot gossip about your new little routine. So he's mostly prepared and more wondering when/what you'd call him. You haven't used a pet name with him yet, so he's waiting on his pedes for it to happen. He half ends up wondering if you'll exclude him for some reason when you finally do it after a minor battle with the cons.

You're doing head count and injury report for Ratchet and get to him. Bumblebee almost trips, but you catch his arm and steady him. "Careful Honey, don't injure yourself after the battle."

Bumblebees optics burn only a touch brighter, but he's mostly amused. "Honey? Because of my designation translation?"

You just smirked, your own amusement growing in your em field. Bumblebee could feel it with how close you were right now. You leaned a touch further into his space. "What? Can't be because you're so sweet?" The heady wave of playful affection in your field mixed with that makes Bumblebees optics brighten in embarrassment proper. You just chuckled and squeezed his arm before moving to continue to make your post battle rounds. While Bumblebee wordlessly watched you go.

Bumblebee enjoys the attention even if it's admittedly embarrassing. Bumblebee thinks he might almost enjoy seeing the other autobots' reactions more than getting your attention himself. Almost anyway. While yeah it's definitely funny watching Ironhide especially try and get you to stop. Bumblebee enjoys each time you share a pet name with him just a little bit more. Bumblebee does admittedly feel a bit giddy whenever it happens. It makes him stand up a bit taller and makes him smile a touch whenever he hears it. A small rush of confidence courses through him every time.

The first time you called Bumblebee, "Lovebug." Though? Bumblebee walked right into one of the ark walls.

"Hey, teddy bear!" Teddy bear-? The small plush toys human children carry around? Skyfire stops when you call it out in the ark hallway, because he had no clue who you'd be directing the name towards... only to watch you wander right up to him. Skyfires optics widen a touch when you stop in front of him and look at him expectantly.

"Am I...?" Skyfire wondered aloud.

You only smirked and simply held out a datapad for him to take "Yeah you, teddy bear, need you to review this for me so I can approve it for Perceptor or not."

"I- Alright." Skyfire took the datapad unsure if he should ask about the name or not.

"Thank you, Darling." Now that one makes Skyfires optics brighten a touch. But you just salute him with two digits and go on your way again.

Skyfire quickly learns this was something of a habit you had picked up when he overhears the twins complaining about their pet names from you. Skyfire finds himself enjoying the affectionate names even if they do fluster him a touch. The affections were kind and freely given out by you. It was refreshing for Skyfire, especially after having joined this vorns long war, to hear them roll off your glossia. To see the crinkle in your optics. And to feel the light affection in your em field if he happened to be close enough to you when you did so. It was- normal. A touch embarrassing yes, but almost painfully normal.

You'd keep switching, but you mostly called him "Bear" or "Teddy bear," and on occasion "Darling". He'd asked about the Teddy bear nickname in particular since he understood darling as a pet name a touch more. And you just smirked and completely unabashed and said, "Humans say it's for someone big, dependable and lovable. So I think it fits pretty well." Skyfire ends up so embarrassed by the casual remark he can feel cobalt on his own faceplate. He ends up putting his servo over his own faceplate and looking anywhere but you. While you just laughed light at Skyfires own expense.

After that exchange, hearing you call him "Bear" or "Teddy bear" makes Skyfires optics brighten more than "Darling."

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revelboo · 12 days ago

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I have endometriosis i wish the doctors would just euthanize me like it's time for old yeller to be put down im in literally the worst pain I've ever felt in my entire life and it happens once a month like RELEASE ME 💔 I wish I could hit my 3 weed smoking girlfriends blaster, jazz and soundwave with the period cramp beam

Oh, no, they wouldn’t know how to cope! I ended up with adenomyosis (and a few other issues) instead of endometriosis, but I can imagine that’s awful.

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Jazz, Blaster, Soundwave x Reader

• Sprawled on your belly on the heat pad of unknown origins that you’re not thinking about, because you refuse to feel guilty about one of your mates destroying a store to get it. Or using their holomatter avatar to shop lift. And you look up as Jazz nudges an iced coffee drink that’s mostly foam and sugar your way. Yeah, they’re definitely using their avatars to steal stuff for you. It’s the thought that counts, right? You’re tempted to ask how he conned the barista into thinking he paid, but you just pull the drink closer instead. Loving them for trying to make you comfortable and worrying over you.

• Venting as you sip at your drink, Jazz watches Blaster offer you another pillow. You’re at least not curled on your side around a pillow in a little ball of misery, yet. But you’re clearly uncomfortable as you lay your cheek on your arm, eyes nearly closed. Hates not being able to help more. “Need anything?” He asks and you offer him a small smile, shaking your head. Pretending like you’re fine. “It’s okay to ask for things you need.”

• “I know,” you tell Jazz, your voice soft. Even though they all know, you won’t ask, you’ll just suffer in silence. Pulling up a human movie on the console, Soundwave turns your way and reaches out to sink his servos into your hair before stretching out on his back and dragging you and your heat pad up onto his chassis. Watches Jazz ease down, sitting leaned against his side, an arm draped across you, servos rubbing your back. And his head turns to track Blaster as the other mech eases down on his other side.

• Resting his cheek against your hip, servos curling reaching to intertwine with your fingers, Blaster relaxes. Because this is what he needs, these quiet comfortable moments with you and the other two. Knows it’s weird to the other Autobots to be in a relationship with a Decepticon, but accepting you and Soundwave into his relationship with Jazz was the best decision he’d ever made. Hadn’t been that sure at first, had worried you two would ruin what he had with Jazz. But now he can’t imagine not having you two here. You belong with them.

• Relaxed on top of Soundwave as Jazz hands you a pillow, you only halfway pay attention to the movie playing. Listening to the rumbling, white noise of your mates’s internal systems and feeling Soundwave’s spark thrumming under you. This isn’t at all what you’d imagined when you’d thought about your future, a family. You wouldn’t trade it for anything, though. It’s comfortable and you never feel overwhelmed even with three mates. Sure, there are hiccups and misunderstandings that come from you being as alien to them as they are to you, but you’re happy here with them. Stretching as Jazz rubs your back, your eyes close. Listening to Blaster asking Soundwave about something called a Conjunx gift he’d been working on.

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bird-in-the-space · 5 months ago

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Humble Bar Musician Being Friends With Soundwave, Jazz, And Blaster

(Author's note: I felt inspired to write this. So, here you go. )

Warnings: some mentions of the incident with the higher-class bot, Soundwave, and his minicons being a bit protective, Jazz being a social butterfly, and nothing else much.

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Soundwave

- I feel like you and Soundwave became friends after you started working at the bar. He was one of the regulars, and you two hit it off when you revealed yourself as a musician.

- Music was generally rare in the lower-class districts, so I think you and Soundwave, both being music enthusiasts, would have made great friends.

- His taste in music was that of a DJ, but he found enjoyment in your music, especially when it was something unusual yet calming. He also admired how you practiced a wide range of musical genres.

- He would help you find parts when you were trying to make new instruments from Earth, knowing exactly what you needed and tracking them down, especially when they were difficult for you to acquire. You appreciated this immensely, and he became your go-to guy for the right materials.

- As a fellow music enthusiast, he would let you listen to some Cybertronian music from his personal collection—pieces usually guarded from the lower-class bots by the higher class. This gave you new inspiration and allowed you to remake those songs with your instruments, giving the lower-class bots access to their own lost music.

- You got along wonderfully with his minicons. Sometimes, you let Frenzy and Rumble test out your ongoing instruments, like maracas and other easy-to-handle ones, teaching them how to play with rhythm.

- Ravage, however, did not enjoy the newfound energy the two possessed for making offbeat noise. It was one of the few things he despised you for—but he still enjoyed your music nonetheless.

- Due to your humble and non-confrontational nature, Soundwave and his minicons were a bit protective of you. The lower-class districts were occasionally dangerous, and some higher-class bots took advantage of the less fortunate—like the one who offered you a job opportunity but then sent bots to attack you when you turned them down.

- After the incident, you would often find Laserbeak or Buzzsaw keeping an eye on you from a distance. You were even sometimes accompanied by Ravage, who was quick and observant. Soundwave himself, having a fearsome reputation as a skilled combatant, also offered you some unspoken protection, as many were afraid of him.

- You didn’t mind their protectiveness; living on Cybertron as a lower-class bot was tough, and anything could happen.

- Though he had a tough exterior, Soundwave was one of your most trustworthy friends.

Jazz

-Jazz was one of the curious visitors when you first started playing at the bar. After hearing your music, he struck up a conversation and soon became one of your friends.

-His taste in music leaned toward pop, so he especially enjoyed your more upbeat, party-like songs.

-As a friend, he never failed to make you laugh and was sometimes even flirtatious with you. He considered you a rare gem in the lower class for playing great music for free.

-His enthusiasm and optimism motivated you to try recreating jazz music. When you indirectly told him the name of the genre, Jazz became smug about it—clearly enjoying the connection.

-He might have even developed a taste for classy jazz music.

-He indirectly helped the bar’s business grow by bringing many of his friends over for drinks and to see you play. Through this, you met many of his friends and befriended some of them as well.

-Your boss was very pleased with this and encouraged you to make more connections.

-Despite his outgoing and sometimes flirty nature, Jazz was always respectful of your boundaries and backed off if you felt uncomfortable. He also didn’t tolerate disrespect toward you and would stand up for you in difficult situations. He became someone you could rely on when you needed support.

-Whenever you felt uninspired or unmotivated, Jazz would invite you to explore Cybertron and experience events that lower-class bots didn’t often get to see. Thanks to him, you felt less anxious about visiting these places, and through these outings, you gained fresh inspiration to continue making music.

-Jazz was the extrovert in your friendship, but you didn’t mind—it was sometimes nice to have someone bring you out to see the world.

Blaster

(I'm not very familiar with Blaster, so I wrote based on what I read on his wiki page.)

-You most likely met through Jazz, as he had a habit of bringing many of his friends to the bar to either grab a drink or listen to you play.

-Blaster didn’t believe Jazz at first when he claimed there was someone playing music for free in the lower-class district. Music was rare, but when Blaster came to the bar and heard your songs, he quickly became a fan.

-Your music was vastly different from Cybertronian music, and he was even more impressed to learn that you had an extensive repertoire of different genres. He became particularly drawn to music with strong beats.

-You didn’t mind his enthusiasm, especially since he showed genuine interest in hearing your other songs. While he enjoyed them all, he seemed to gravitate most toward your rock ‘n’ roll-style pieces.

-He soon became a regular, never wanting to miss out on your performances. His enthusiasm inspired you to experiment with recreating Earth’s rock ‘n’ roll music.

-Before you knew it, he had become your personal hype man—always cheering you on whenever you lacked energy or motivation.

-Jazz found Blaster’s excitement amusing and felt smug about introducing him to you, much to Blaster’s embarrassment.

-Although Blaster thrived on high-energy beats, he also enjoyed your calming songs, as they helped soothe his nerves whenever he got worked up.

-He probably saw you as some kind of music master—someone uniquely skilled in creating and performing such a wide variety of music.

Tags: @martinys-world

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therobotsarestuckinmyhead · 2 months ago

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I need to give Cyberverse wildwheel love and affection >:(

holy, is he underrated, couldn't find a single image of him on Pinterest so i took an ss from the episode and decided to roll with that. AND HIS VOICE IS SO FINE… i may or may not have a thing for cowboys… (arthur morgan effect)

♡ [TFC] WILDWHEEL HCs

scenario: every Decepticon has that one Autobot they go after religiously, whether its out of spite or for the love of the game and for you, that bot was him.

setting: starts off with Autobot Wildwheel and then to the aftermath of EP 20

— You never really thought much about him, you knew him as just another Autobot. An interesting one, that's for sure with a penchant charm and thirst for teasing you back. As a rather… Flirtatious ‘Con, most of the Autobots you hit on in the battlefield rarely ever care or are just baffled at your audacity. But not that one Autobot, no. Maroon and orange; he was quite the looker. So you couldn't really resist. Not to mention his voice. He struck you back every flirt for another one. As if he was daring you to take it further.

You had managed to isolate one puny Autobot away from the rest of his group, the seekers were after them while you were trying to get this bot but he's slippery and fast. It didn't help his alt could help him fly.

“Pfft- Nice shot!” You laugh as he misses again, aiming for him from the sky. Your null ray shoots but ultimately, the mech dodges it with ease. He's quite agile and he did almost get your wing.

“Could say the same for you.” He let out a gruff mutter as his blaster reloads. You transform from jet to bipedal, standing atop of an old energon storage warehouse as you aim below— a high ground advantage. The bot mutters a curse under his ex-vent as he prepares to take aim from below, using the nearby building's walls as cover.

“You know, it's a sparkdamn shame you're not a Decepticon. Would've had a ton of fun with you.” The suggestiveness in your tone isn't lost and it makes him pause behind the wall, enough time for you to notice a slight bit of his servo sticking out and shoot at him once more as he's distracted. But you miss. Again.

“Eh. Purple wouldn't suit me, sweetspark.” He laughs as he moves away, dodging your shot swiftly. The nickname makes you pause and he takes aim, firing. And this time he manages to get your wing. Frag. You grit your denta.

“You're one of those wilder ones, huh?” You mutter out with disdain, ducking below as you work on your wing. This mech- He could fly up here and finish you off! Frag.

“Well, they don't call me Wildwheel for nothing.” But instead of deactivating you, Wildwheel uses the time you're taking to fix your wing to escape from you to rejoin with his group. You groan in disappointment.

At least you had a designation to look out for on the field next time.

— You'd repeatedly go after him on the battlefield after that. Hit on him, get hit on the back. Both an actual hit from his blaster and a flirt. It was sort of routine at some point. You even had Dirge and Ramjet wonder if there was anything between you two. But of course, you denied it. And they believed it. Only because of your reputation.

— It was tough to isolate the sharpshooter, he was always with the Prime most of the time. Either him or Jazz. But thankfully, Prime was too busy making hate with Megatron most of the time to notice you. And Megatron assumed you were getting the irksome Autobot away from their fight to make it more convenient for him.

— You were like a walking talking Decepticon advert, not even those Pre-War recruiters were after him the way you were trying to get him to join the Decepticons.

— But some day, he stopped showing up. And… no one seemed to care. You'd often just sour over the battlefield, looking to see some trace of him. Especially when you got the Earth and heard that the Ark was here. Where in Primus’ name was that mech? Time went by and you just assumed some other ‘Con deactivated him before you could get a proper audience with him. A damn shame. You hate saying this but man, did you miss him.

— So imagine your surprise when you're with your helm on the counter after downing another glass of fine high grade and someone with that exact same smooth, gruff voice takes a seat next to you, ordering something. Kroaton city has a decent oil house; obviously not as good as old Macadam's but hey, you can't have everything.

You turn your helm to the side lazily, a spark of recognition flickering as you look at the bot sitting right next to you. The other ‘Cons seemed to have left the bar upon his arrival, you wonder why. Either way, you're not scared of this stranger. You turn back to your rest without giving him so much as a word of acknowledgement.

“That's awful rude of you.” The mech speaks, taking a swing of high grade and then letting out a sigh of relief. The mug hitting the counter with a thud.

“...you seem familiar.” You say slowly sitting up, definitely not very happy about having your nice stasis nap interrupted. You stretch your servos up, relaxing on the barstool. The fact that you sense a hint of familiarity between the two of you, despite all he's been through makes him smile faintly. Not even that Optimus could tell who he was but his old arch-nemesis could.

“I've seen you somewhere before, haven't I?” You look over at him relaxed, propping your helm up in one servo against the counter.

The mech in a pancho just hums.

“Mm. Well, I remember a certain someone promising me a drink back at The Battle For Helex.”

“...Wildwheel?” Your optics widen a bit but you get your surprise under control. You study his current state— rugged, in a handsome way, a lot more rough and gruff, definitely been through something but the Decepticon insignia over his frame catches your optics and it makes you smile.

“Oh, I thought purple didn't match well over maroon.” You snicker, leaning in closer to him with piqued interest. He just takes a deep in-vent.

“Eh, you gotta try something new once in a while, sweetspark.” He takes another swing, not keen on telling you the real reason yet.

“So this a date then?”

“Whoa, hold your horses,” He chuckles as he's done taking a swing, putting the glass down with a thud onto the counter while his optics study you, taking note of every minor bit of your mannerisms and demeanor. There's a moment of silence as he stares at his glass, picking out his next words carefully.

“You did say you'd buy me a drink so consider this a date.”

— Wildwheel didn't know what to expect when he met you again but the fact that your first instinct was to try to hit on him told him everything he needed to know. Not that he's complaining. Might as well hit it off. He's a Decepticon now. He could use someone to show him around.

— The two of you usually spend time at the energon bar, sharing stories about your life. It's probably where he tells you how the Autobots abandoned him and left him for scrap. You would feel bad and a part of you does sympathize but you've been left behind a lot by your Decepticon ‘comrades’. Again, you can see why that'd hurt an Autobot more though. After all, they're whole gig was honesty, trust and all that slag.

— Wildwheel definitely has the wildest stories to share; from being outlaws in the wild west with a gang (some Vander Lind something gang) to working as a mercenary to bandits. He's certainly gone bad but it's kind of… appealing in a way, especially to a Decepticon. Not like you'd say that to him

— He's either got the best tolerance or the worst. Wildwheel has travelled the galaxy at this point, he's tried just about every fuel substance you could think of so he's relatively okay. Either that or he's got the worst because he hasn't seen a nice mug of energizing high grade in stellar-cycles.

— It would take some time for your relationship to progress past drinking together at energon bars and just walking together. At some point, the outlaw acts to you the way those cowboys do in those old movies. Taking your servo when you're walking down something, opening the door for you— these mannerisms are foreign to Cybertron and you have no idea where he's got these from. The influence of his time during the Wild West has yet to leave him, it's even affected his voice but hey, at least it makes it sort of attractive.

— He definitely has abandonment and trust issues. Wildwheel will be reluctant to let you in too close to his spark. So most of his affections are restricted to words and acts of service. Maybe gifts if he's feeling generous. Nothing too fancy though, usually some trinkets he's got from all his adventures.

— At some point, you're Bonnie to his Clyde. The two of you get missions from Megatron and work together well, you've got his back and the more patrolling duty you get with him, the closer the two of you seem to get.

— The two of you test out each other's aims, target practice with Wildwheel! You're left speechless to see how much better he's gotten with a blaster, literally speechless and he's got a smirk.

— At some point, he does start getting physical. Wildwheel will come out of nowhere and wrap his servos around your waist, pulling you closer against his front from behind you.

— Wildwheel introduces you to many new things. One of which is waltz, another little thing he picked up on back in the Wild West. He's no tap dancer and he didn't really have any dancing partners back them but he did witness his human compatriots dance. So he decides to show you how to waltz.

— He adores your compliments and physical touch. If he could, he'd surgically attach your servos to his frame. And if he'd known how nice it felt to have a bot cup your face and kiss you slow and senseless, he might've taken your offer to be a ‘Con much sooner. And please, do that more often with him. Crawl up on his lap and kiss him when he's having a bad day. Please.

— Give him a nice massage while you're at it cause his frame is worn, been a while since he's gotten proper maintenance.

— When I tell you this mech is a smooth talker, he is the smooth talker. He's got this bad habit of making you flustered by muttering sweet nothings in a low tone against your audials just to see your face all heated up and vents puffing out some steam.

— Not much of a cuddler but he likes wrapping his servos around you when the two of you recharge, closest you'll get to actual cuddles. He prefers taking stasis naps with you; recharge on top of him or next to him and he's happy. He likes having you close. He's a very low and easy-going mech.

— Definitely easily jealous but he hides it well. Way too well.

— Those two coneheads are probably laughing knowing they were right the whole time about you and Wildwheel back when he was an Autobot. You did have a thing for him. But your pride never let you admit it.

— Wildwheel is definitely getting more and more attached to his new Decepticon partner. More than he'd care to admit.

I HOPE I DID THIS WELL!!! i love writing for underrated characters! cyberverse has so many of them... Sky-Byte, Wildwheel, Mediastorm, Astrotrain, Deadend

#transformers #cybertronian reader #transformers x reader #reader insert #tf cyberverse #transformers cyberverse #wildwheel #transformers wildwheel #cyberverse wildwheel #wildwheel × reader #you're a little shit turned lover #you were lowkey a decepticon salesman towards him #“JOIN THE DECEPTICONS” *blaster shot at your face* “NO WAY IN HELL”#turns out #“YES WAY IN HELL”

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kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs · 7 months ago

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WIP Chapter art for my fanfic AU

Wanna draw how Y/N have different perspectives towards the Autobots and how they would get along throughout the chapter.

#transformers #transformers prime inheritance au #fanfic #transformers au #cybertronian y/n #transformers x reader #bumblebee #prowl #sentinel #sentinel prime #hot rod #rodimus #pharma #jazz #blaster

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skelswritingcorner · 1 year ago

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POV: You got kidnapped by Decepticons, and you're also on your period

(If you're wondering if you saw this before, you probably did! Tumblr's just being wonky and didn't show it, so I'm reuploading it)

Cast (of the TF characters): Skywarp, Thundercracker, Shockwave, Megatron, Soundwave, Rumble, Frenzy, Jazz, Prowl, Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Blaster, and a bit of Lazerbeak at the end

Synopsis: You’re on your period, and took a pretty strong painkiller before you went to class so you could focus without curling into fetal position from the pain. However, you didn’t think that you’d be kidnapped by alien robots. Luckily, you were using a cup. However, the painkiller is starting to wear off while you’re captive, and you’re hoping that you can be saved fast. Ideally, without these alien robots seeing you cough up endometrium.

A/N: I made the heights based more on G1 Transformers. I like the big bois, and g/t (mostly because I’m barely 5'2 but that’s irrelevant), but Rumble does not deserve to be 21 feet tall. He and Frenzy should be tiny menaces. Also, I think the size difference between the reader character and Blaster is more than enough. Also, this isn’t really for any specific Transformers continuity or series, more of my own headcanons if anything. Also, if you want to ask about the reader character, use the name Lorelei. Also, my endometriosis is not in my lungs, I just thought "Hey, do you know what would really fuckin suck?" and gave poor Lorelei endometrium in the lungs.

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: Menstruation, Endometriosis, Anatomical words for reproductive organs, Kidnapping, Vulgar Language, mentions of medical neglect.

You woke up dreading the day. According to the tracker, your period starts today, which is bad because the cramps get severe enough that you’d be bedridden if you didn’t have your painkillers, and also because you had class today. College life and all. At least today was Saturday, so it was only one three-hour class.

Going to the bathroom first, you checked your underwear for any signs of blood. There was only a bit of blood, but if you didn’t act quickly the bloodfall would begin. You grabbed one of your menstrual cups, folding it then pushing it in through your vulva. When it was in place, you used some toilet paper to wipe some of the discharge and blood off your fingers, flushed, then washed your hands.

You felt a cough coming up. Grabbing a tissue, you coughed into it. There was a bit of what looked like blood from where you coughed. If this was your first time, you would’ve panicked. However, you knew it was the stupid endometrium in your lungs because of your stupid endometriosis. Better pack some extra tissues, maybe buy some from the convenience store on your way to class.

Going into the shared space, you noticed a bag with a note. Must’ve been one of your roommates. The note had your name on it, so you decided to read it.

Y/N, I got you a snack. You mentioned in the group chat that your period starts today. I don’t know if you’re supposed to eat something with your painkillers, so I got you one of your favorite snacks just in case. Toodles! - Emily

It was chocolate covered pretzels. You took the bag, grabbed a beverage from the fridge and went back to your room to grab your medication before eating. It’s best to take it now, so your cramps don’t get so severe that you end up curled up in fetal position sobbing from pain once it fully starts.

After eating in the common room, you went back to change into your clothes. Fortunately, you didn’t share a room with anyone, so you could change in your room. You picked out an oversized black band tee and blood red sweatpants after putting on a tank top. If you weren’t on your period you would’ve picked something that looked a little cuter or fashionable, you don’t want to ruin those clothes if you need to cough up blood. You don’t know if hydrogen peroxide works that well with the materials.

Besides, most people that know you can easily predict whether or not you woke up feeling good based on how styled you look. If you’re wearing something more styled, with multiple layers and accessories, you’re likely in a more positive mood. If you’re not, either you’re on your period or doing something that requires some dirty work.

You packed your messenger bag with the things you needed: stationary, wallet, charger with power bank, tissues, a plastic zipper bag in case you can’t throw any bloodied tissues at the current moment, a small hammer, the tools that tech people carry, extra menstrual cup in a 3D-printed cube container that requires the opening to be twisted to get to it, a spray bottle of hydrogen peroxide, the usual things.

Luckily for you, all you had was a single class that only lasted two hours today. No rehearsals for the color guard, since the field is still wet from yesterday’s downpour. Maybe you’ll do some sketches after class.

Putting your shoes on, you left your dorm room and walked to your class. You made sure that your dormitory was close to the main campus, given your medical problems. Unlike yesterday, it was a gentle sprinkle of water, so you didn’t rush yourself. Class was in half an hour anyway.

Walking into the lecture hall, there was only one other person. You sat at a seat closest to the door, and turned to the other student. Like clockwork, you both got out your phones, pointed a finger at each other, and took a picture. Neither of you know each other's names, yet the bond is indescribable. Bonding through mutual goofiness without a single word exchanged. After that, a few more classmates came in, and once the clock hit noon the lecture began.

♢♢♢

After class ended, you packed up your things. Before you could get up, someone tapped on your shoulder.

Turning around, you saw one of your classmates with a furrowed brow. “Do you know about the recent sightings of alien robots?”

You shook your head, “I haven’t checked the news.”

“You haven’t heard anything?! They were spotted really close to campus two days ago. It looked like a bird, but obviously no birds nearby are that large! Be careful out there, hopefully nobody gets abducted.” She waved goodbye and sped out the room.

The alien robots are something you’ve heard about only in passing. Your roommates have mentioned them before, one of them took a picture that was so bad in quality you thought it was fake. Why are they going near a college, out of all places? There’s no local government facilities or anything that you think would interest them. Except for the telescope the astronomy majors use. They might be curious about that. It’s not related to your major though, so hopefully they won’t try taking you.

Walking out of the building, you decided to walk around a bit. It was nice, the sun wasn’t too harsh, the drizzle stopped, and there were basically no people around. Your painkiller should last a few more hours, so you have time to chill and walk slowly.

You couldn’t enjoy the scenery for long. You should’ve realized why you didn’t see anyone, not with that giant robot who almost crushed you, and is now looking down at you.

The creature was massive, quadruple your size at the very least. Black, purple, and annoyed.

“Who… are you?” you took a step back, ready to zoom away at any moment. They didn’t answer you, though, only grabbing you. Before you could react, you saw a bright purple light consume your vision, and you closed your eyes so your retinas wouldn’t burn.

♢♢♢

When the light was no longer visible, you were somewhere you didn’t recognize. The walls were metal, and there were more… people? Whatever they were, but they were looking at you. One looked identical to the one holding you, but almost entirely blue. An all-purple robot with a single yellow eye stared down at you, emotionless.

“I found one. I barely saw anyone at the location.” the one holding you said.

“Strange,” the blue one pondered, “shouldn’t there have been more of these squishies at that place?”

You wanted to retort so bad, but you also knew that the moment you start speaking you might cough. And honestly? What goes on in your body is none of their business. It’s Saturday, you thought to yourself, no shit there’s barely anyone there.

“Hey, tiny squishy!” the blue one put his face close to yours, “Tell us how we can access that telescope!”

You sighed in defeat. “I don’t know, I’ve never been to the building it’s in.” Well, that was a half-lie. You have been to the science building, just not the room the telescope was inside of.

“You WHAT?!” Oh, they’re annoyed.

At this point, you were pissed. You wanted to get away before the pain gets you, and you started getting snippy, “I dunno, maybe you should’ve asked before kidnapping me BECAUSE MY MAJOR DOES NOT INVOLVE THE FUCKING TELESCOPE! My major is in tech AND NOT ASTRONOMY!”

There is a cough coming up. Wriggling an arm out from the giant hand grasping you, you coughed into the crook of your elbow. Blood, as per usual during shark week. For you, that is.

“What is that red thing that came out of her intake?!” The blue one’s blood red eyes widened.

“Do we have anyone who knows how to fix organics?” the one holding you asked.

You yelled, “I’M FINE! This is normal for me, at least my painkillers are in effect!”

“Coughing internal liquids is abnormal for any being.” The purple one with the yellow eye spoke. “Thundercracker, inform Lord Megatron at once.”

The blue one ran out of the room. That one was Thundercracker, from what you could tell.

“Put them on the table, Skywarp. I’ll check their systems.” the one with the yellow eye ordered. The hand gripping you plopped you unceremoniously onto the table, leading you to cough yet again.

When you got up, you noticed the blood you coughed up on the table. Guess you gotta clean that. Opening your bag, you got out the hydrogen peroxide spray and a few tissues. It was a familiar procedure; spray the bloodied surface, and then clean it.

“What even is that?” Skywarp asked.

“Hydrogen peroxide. It’s used to clean blood off things, including clothing. I’d use a paper towel, but all I have are tissues.” you replied.

A hand held your face, opening your mouth and pressing your tongue down with their thumb. The one-eyed robot tilted your head up, and observed.

“No anomaly in the intake pipe. Finding the anomaly might require an invasive approach or scans.” they removed their hand from you.

Oh hell no. If this was an OBGYN, you’d be fine with it. However, you are not, and giant robots probing your lungs and uterus and just anywhere inside you is the last thing you want happening.

“Absolutely NOT!” you yelled, “I’m not letting you do that to me! Just bring me back to campus before my painkillers wear off!”

“I don’t think I’ll allow that.” Wait, who the fuck said that?

“Lord Megatron!” Skywarp turned around, bowing down at a gray figure. You could see the red glow of their eyes from where you stood.

“So, this is the one you found. She’s smaller than Soundwave’s cassettes.” Great. Just great. They’re calling you small. “She will do just fine, even if she’s not the one we hoped for.”

“How in Cybertron can this squishy help us if she’s never been to the building that the telescope is in?” Thundercracker asked.

“You. You’re a student of the university, correct?” Megatron asked, looking at you.

“Yes?” you replied, unsure of what the gray robot was going to ask you to do.

“Good, good. Then you should be able to get to it for us.”

Pardon?! “I’m one of the tech majors, if I just walk into the building and go to where the telescope is, the staff will find it suspicious!” you protested, “The only time I’ve even been in the science building is when I was being shown around campus, and we never went into the room that the telescope is inside of! If I’m to go in that room, I’m going to need to explain to the department head as to why I need to go in there.”

“Along with that,” you glared at Megatron, “I want to know exactly why you want access to the telescope.”

Skywarp huffed, “Why would we tell you about that?”

“Because y’all kidnapped me! If you want me to cooperate, you need a damn good explanation.”

“It’s rather simple. If you humans have access to such technology, wouldn’t we be curious about how it works? Such technology would be useful to our cause.” Megatron explained, and you hated the condescending tone he was using. It reminded you of the times you’ve been to the hospital, begging for an answer to all the pain and too-heavy bleeding only to be spoken down to like a toddler. Claiming that what you experienced was normal when it very much was not.

You sighed, “Fine. If you want my assistance, I will only help you if you follow a few basic rules. Do not damage any part of the school campus, try to abduct anyone else, or even think of trying to destroy the telescope. If you violate these rules, I will not help you any further. I will lecture all of you about your behavior without hesitation if you do that.”

“But what if the Autobots start the fight?”

“I’ll lecture them too. Don’t fucking try me.” You countered. It’s been a long time already, you can feel the pain creeping up to a painful level. After grabbing another tissue from your bag, you coughed up more blood.

You need to get back to your dorm soon, if the painkillers fully wear off you don’t know how you can escape.

“Now, I’d like to return to campus before my painkillers wear off. Can you please bring me back?” you tried your best to be polite, but right now you’re starting to get desperate. It must have been an hour at the very least, and you need to get back before you’re paralyzed by pain.

“Not so fast, young lady. We never got your name, and based on what Thundercracker said, I’d rather have you be under supervision.” Megatron turned to the purple robot, “Shockwave, bring her to your lab and prepare the scanners. I’ll leave her in your hands.”

Oh no. Oh no no no no NO. That’s the last thing you want happening.

♢♢♢

A group of Autobots were on the campus, talking to various humans.

“I was looking outside the window during lab. This purple and black robot picked someone up, turned into a purple light and just… disappeared with them!” a tall brunet said, gesturing to the spot the abduction happened.

Prowl frowned. He knew it was Skywarp, no other Decepticon had that ability. He’ll have to inform Optimus Prime once he finished speaking to who he was speaking to.

“Do you know the student who was kidnapped?” Optimus Prime asked the young blonde-haired woman standing in front of him.

“Yes. Y/N L/N is my roommate. I know that today she’s starting her cycle, which for her is incredibly painful. She needs to take pretty intense painkillers so she can function during this. I didn’t see her before I left for work, but I made sure to get her a snack so that she could eat something when she got up before I left.”

“What is that cycle? Is this something that organic life experiences?” He asked.

She tapped on her phone for a bit before looking back up at the Autobot leader, “All animals with a uterus and ovaries have an ovarian cycle, in order to prepare for a potential pregnancy,” she showed the diagram on her phone’s screen, “the uterus creates a lining, which sheds if a pregnancy doesn’t happen in a period called menstruation, or just a period, for humans. This lining is called endometrium. This lining, however, can end up outside the uterus, and in rare cases can go all the way up to the brain. This is called endometriosis, and is what Y/N has and what causes her the intense pain.”

“For her, there is endometrium in her lungs. She coughs it out during her period sometimes.”

Ratchet approached the two. “You mention that, and earlier the painkiller she takes. How long ago was that?”

The woman checked the time, “About five hours ago, based on the time she usually wakes up on this day of the week.”

“And when does it wear off?”

She paused. “After six hours, she’s back to regular unmedicated pain.”

Optimus got up. “Thank you, Miss Emily. We will find her as soon as we can.”

“Can I come with you? I don’t know how willing Y/N is going to be while she’s in pain around strangers.” Emily asked, “I’ll do my best to stay out of danger, and keep close.”

Ratchet grimaced, “It’s going to be dangerous. I doubt we have any weapons that you can use, if you can even hold them.”

“I understand your sentiment, old friend. However, she has a point. I doubt that Y/N will be pleased to have more Cybertronians trying to take her. Especially if she’s in terrible pain.”

Sighing in defeat, Ratchet turned to Emily, “Fine. We’ll bring her along.”

♢♢♢

Before you could protest, Shockwave grabbed you and started walking away. You thrashed in his hand, trying to wriggle out to run away and hide. Your efforts, however, bore no fruit, and only made Shockwave hold you tighter.

He put you in some kind of container, too tall for you to climb out.

“Soundwave, can you come to my lab with Rumble and Frenzy? Lord Megatron requested me to do scans of the human Skywarp found. She’s being difficult, I need those two to restrain her so I can do the scans without her attempting an escape.”

“Understood.” a voice was heard, likely coming from Shockwave.

After some time, a cobalt blue figure walked into the lab. They were the same size as Shockwave. Two significantly smaller figures followed them in tow; one purple, one black.

“So,” the blue one looked at you, “this is the human?”

“Yes.” Shockwave replied, grabbing you and putting you on some kind of table. They removed your bag, so you couldn’t grab a hammer and thwack anyone even if you tried.

“Rumble, Frenzy, restrain the human so we can do the scans.” The blue one ordered. The small figures jumped onto the table, grabbing your limbs and pushing them into the table. Honestly? That’s pretty painful. You tried to fight, kick, anything, but their grip was unrelenting.

“Stop wiggling, fleshy!” one of them tightened their grip.

Some kind of scanner descended to your chest, stopping a few centimeters above you. It whirred to life, and a red light shone onto your chest. It shifted around, scanning from your chest to your pelvis. After a few minutes, the light turned off.

“Peculiar.” Shockwave stated.

“Is this what human internals look like? How strange.” The cobalt one tilted their head, then looked at you.

“Rumble, Frenzy, release.” They ordered, and the two robots holding you by the limbs released you. However, you couldn’t run, as Shockwave grabbed you. The change from laying down to being vertical made you feel the menstrual blood leak out of your cervix, sending shivers down your spine.

“Do you even know what you’re trying to look for? There’s nothing that you can base it on!” you yelled.

“Intuition.” Shockwave rebutted, putting you back in the container. Jarred once again.

The pain creeps up once more. The whole restraining debacle distracted you for some time, but now you realized that the medication is almost out. In a few minutes, you’ll be in fetal position from the pain. Even breathing is a struggle.

Alarms.

“Autobots infiltrated the base, I repeat, Autobots have infiltrated the base.” the announcement rang.

Shockwave and the others left, leaving you alone. This was your chance. Opening up your bag, you grabbed a hammer. Can you even break the glass? Might as well find out.

Walking to one of the corners, you slammed the hammer. A crack formed, and you continued to slam and slam and slam until a large enough opening was made. You walked out of it after putting your hammer away. After going to the side opposite the hole, you dropped and rolled onto the floor. It was time to run and find a small enough place to hide.

You ran out of the lab, zooming through the halls to find somewhere small. Somewhere you could fit and they could not. After a few minutes of running, you found a small slit in the wall that you could just barely squeeze into, so you went in it. It took some time, and your chest especially was squashed, but the slit went to a tiny area, where the slit was the only exit. Curling up into a corner, you waited. The slit is too short for the two who restrained you to fit anyway.

You heard fighting and yelling approaching you. From where you were, they couldn’t see you. After a bit of time, it quieted down.

Voices.

“We haven’t seen the missing person at all. Where could she be, Prowl?” one asked.

“Who knows? Y/N might be trapped somewhere.”

They know your name. Why do they know your name? You didn’t tell any of them your name.

Unless… they’re a rescue party? Moving was a struggle for you, the pain was getting too much. You doubt you could speak right now either.

“Wait. That tear in the wall. Could she be in there?” the voice pondered, getting closer to where you were.

“I’m checkin’ it. Emily’s with Blaster ‘n’ Wheeljack, right? If Y/N’s here, contact them.”

They know Emily? Your roommate? Well, that complicates things.

A large black finger entered the slit, widening it just a tiny bit. “Hey! Are you in there?” they asked. All you could do is whimper in reply.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of here!” they promised.

“Jazz, I contacted them. They should arrive in a moment.”

More footsteps.

“We’re here!” a familiar voice trilled. They are indeed talking about that Emily, the one who is your roommate. Both of you are enrolled in the university’s STEM program, so you have a few classes together. You’re both part of the color guard as well, which is pretty well known for the futuristic masks that the marching band wears as well.

“Do you think you can fit through that? I mean, Jazz, he made it bigger, but it still looks small.” An unfamiliar voice asked.

“If Y/N can fit it, I can.” Emily said, and you heard her step in through the slit.

“That bad?” Emily asked. You turned to her and gave her the stink eye.

“Hey! STEM girlies gotta stick together, y’know? Stop giving me that look.” Emily retorted.

She took out your painkillers from her bag. “I hope yain’t mad about me yoinking your painkillers, I knew that by the time you were found the meds would’ve fully worn off and you’d need to take them again. Here,” she gave you the bottle. You did your best to remove the lid, took one, and swallowed it dry. Ideally, you would’ve had something to drink since it tastes absolutely horrible, but eh.

You put your painkiller bottle in your bag. Emily grabbed you by the waist, hoisting you up to your feet, “C’mon, up at it. Let’s get back.” Both of you walked toward the slit, and left the hiding spot.

There were four of the alien robots. They all had blue eyes, unlike the ones who abducted you.

“Prime, we got ‘er!” The one with a blue visor and black hands said. “We’re gonna get ‘em back now.”

“I’ll hold them.” A red robot said.

Emily introduced them, “The red one’s Blaster, the one with the two trapezoids where his ears should be is Wheeljack, the cop car lookin’ guy with the red eyebrows is Prowl, and the one with the visor is Jazz. They’re all good dudes, even if Prowl’s grumpier than my pawpaw.”

“Don’t call me old.” Prowl growled.

“How old are you again? You’re a peepaw in my eyes.” you could hear Emily’s smirk, it made you chuckle.

“At least she sounds better!” Jazz jokes, “At Prowl’s expense, that is.”

“Shockwave’s lab is nearby. I’ll catch up to all of you later, I think there’s something there that might be useful.” Wheeljack stated.

“Alright. Don’t get killed, Wheeljack.” Prowl ordered, and Wheeljack ran to the lab you escaped from.

Blaster brought a hand to you and Emily, “Well? Hop on, I won’t bite.” Emily brought you to his hand, and he brought you to one of his shoulders and put Emily on the one opposite you.

“Let’s go.” And so, the five of you left. You gripped onto one of Blaster’s neck cables, mostly for reassurance on your part. The bouncing of Blaster zooming made you bounce a little bit, but you knew he was trying not to make you two bounce too much.

♢♢♢

After you got on the small ship, you were met with a few other of the Autobots. The tallest of them was red and blue, with windows on his chest. Next to him was a mostly white with orangish red accents.

“Good, you found her.” The blue one said, smiling.

“Optimus, should I look at her? They might’ve injured her.” The red and white one asked. You coughed into your elbow again, and let go of Blaster’s neck cable.

“Y/N’s not injured from what I can tell, Ratchet. I was able to give her the painkiller.” Emily told the Autobot.

“Which tastes AWFUL.” you added.

“Right. I forgor, sowwy.” and now Emily is UwUing. Great. That’s usually reserved for when color guard practice happens, or when she pops into the band room to bring you and the other brass members some cursed snack that the store she works at sells. Usually with some kind of beverage for you. Emily may be cursed, but she’s an awesome friend and roommate. You remember the time she recorded you and several other brass members doing a reenactment of I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys. She’s a champ when she wants to be.

“Well, since you coughed up some endometrium, I’m going to take a little sample.�� Ratchet grabbed some kind of scalpel, grasping your arm and using it to scrape some of that sweet sweet lung endometrium.

“I’ll ask Perceptor to look at it.” Ratchet walked away.

“Where’s Wheeljack?” Optimus asked.

“Went to look in Shockwave’s lab, I think he should be here around…”

The doors opened, and footsteps ran inside and the door closed.

“Now.” Prowl finished.

“Wheeljack, what did you find?” Optimus asked, with everyone turning to the Autobot.

“Well, there was a clear container that was broken in the corner. Guess that’s where Y/N was put. Along with that,” he showed a hologram, likely the result of the scans, “I noticed this on the screen.”

Optimus approached, looking at it. “Show this to Ratchet once he gets back.”

“We should bring these two back. I’ll inform the authorities that Y/N was found, and has sustained no injuries.” Optimus ordered.

“Jazz, navigate the ship to the university.” Optimus ordered, letting Jazz leave to the cockpit.

After a few more orders, and Blaster placing you and Emily down on the floor, the both of you were left with Prowl.

“Miss L/N, I have a question for you.”

“What’s the question?” you asked.

“Is there any way to reduce the pain, or how long it lasts without your medication?” Prowl asked.

You’d answer, but that involves telling Prowl about sex. And, to be perfectly honest, fucking anyone you barely know is a turn-off to you, especially a giant alien robot that is literally thrice your size. You do not feel fuckable right now, try again later when you’re not bleeding from the cervix and lungs my dude. Do they even have penises? Well, they could use their fingers… No, don’t be horny, Y/N. Are you still ovulating? That likely explains the fact that you actually considered explaining sex and possibly… let’s stop that thought.

“Well, heat can help a little bit.” Good save, Emily. Good save. “It all depends on the person, though.”

“Also, Jazz and Blaster wanted me to ask you this, but what is this… trombone suicide thing Emily mentioned?” Ah. Emily snitched to Prowl.

“It’s a very complex move involving multiple brass instruments, usually trumpets or trombones. If you turn the wrong way, you’ll either bonk trombones or smack your fellow brassist in the face. There’s also the trumpet suicide, sousaphone suicide, and I’m trying to figure out how to do it for the color guard. Also, you’re playing the instrument while doing this.” you explained.

Prowl sighed, most likely in relief, “It isn’t literal, at the very least. That’s a relief.”

After a few more questions, and fortunately sex did not come up during that time, Optimus came back.

“We’ve arrived, let’s get these two back.” Optimus announced.

Walking with him and Prowl, you got tackled by one of your band mates. A good chunk of the brass section and color guard were there.

“Glad you’re back, Y/N!” the one who tackled you said, helping you get up.

After some time, and a little bit of discussion, you and Emily left to go back to the dorm with the others. The sun was setting, and the events of today left you tired and having menstrual munchies. Hopefully you won’t have to deal with the alien robots again.

A mechanical bird observed from a lamppost, watching the two figures enter the building. Even though the Decepticons failed to keep the student from the Autobots, there was still an opportunity to use her. Once they were fully gone, the black and red robot flew away.

#transformers x reader #menstruation cw #tw blood #tf skywarp #tf thundercracker #tf prowl #tf jazz #optimus prime #tf ratchet #tf blaster #shockwave #soundwave #tf rumble #tf frenzy #megatron #tf wheeljack #tf lazerbeak #mostly at the end

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lesbianambulon · 11 days ago

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Shrek 2 holding out for a hero scene but fairy godmother is the Autobots' human liaison singing to a bunch of bots

#I'm sorry i just movie again and I'm laughing #make jazz and Blaster be in the band too #transformers x reader #transformers x human

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hoiststowline · 4 months ago

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monday

_ x reader | prologue

"You don't notice it?"

Perhaps he could have waited for a slightly better situation to discard all of his gathered information, but it was one of the only times he's caught Sunstreaker alone and willing to discuss it in the past couple of days. Every instance he brought it up, the conversation didn't last long until they were interrupted or commed. It was becoming increasingly frustrating, especially since the bot in question was more than just aloof, none of them really knew much in reference to him or his reputation.

Bluestreak was on the verge of just blurting it out, the curiosity building until it was too far gone, temptation overflowing to just ask Hoist himself. Sure, he'd appear unhinged, but he also wanted to satiate the distracting curiosity. Bluestreak had felt that he'd been everywhere, at least within the twenty mile radius that they had all agreed upon until they had their bearings. So wherever Hoist went, it must be so much better, at least for him to frequent it so often.

"No," Sunstreaker finally answers, not even looking his way, hardly entertaining the question. He was becoming increasingly irritated, but not toward Bluestreak's rambling.

For the past ten minutes or so, he had his arm deep in the wall, attempting get the overhead lights functional after the circuits fried. It was bad enough that he could barely see anything, mumbling swears as every couple of moments when would get mildly electrocuted by the exposed wires. He wasn't maintenance, he had no idea how to fix anything aside from what he's been forced to learn.

“I've never noticed it. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen,” He continues, unimpressed, but willing to humor a friend.

Bluestreak had felt confident in bringing his observation to Sunstreaker, but that conviction was slowly dwindling with his indifference. “You aren’t a bit curious where he goes? Not at all?”

Pausing, the yellow mech slowly tugs his hand free before turning to address the bot to his right. “Why are you asking me? If it's bothering you so much, why don’t you just go ask Hoist?”

“I needed validation that I was correct before I go and look like an idiot.” He complains, leaning up against the wall right beside the area that was being worked on, arms crossed. “I know, it's none of my business-”

“Correct, it’s not.” Returning to his work, he began twisting and yanking some different wires around in a last ditch effort. "Is this a concern thing? Or are you just being nosey,"

Ignoring his inquiry entirely, Bluestreak presses onward. “Do you think he maps it? Like he’s supposed to?”

After a short moment to contemplate it, Sunstreaker responds candidly. "No, but neither do you."

"Where are you going?"

It had never been a topic for discussion before, so without a second thought Hoist had walked straight past the lobby and had begun down the corridor. Not out of defiance, just needing the space to clear his head and not be confined to the metal walls of the seemingly irreparable ship. The situation was aggravating some old wounds, and in order to keep his composure, Hoist found himself needing the silent company of others that didn't include those here.

Not thinking anyone was stationed there at the hour, he pauses and then backtracks, visibly confused. Unprepared for the unexpected question, he bides his time with a simple tilt of his helm. To his surprise, Blaster was sitting in the chair at one of the computers, but had spun around so that it faced him and not the keyboard.

It wasn't a secret that Hoist left almost every night, as Blaster saw who came and went just by the external security cameras, unbothered. There was no hierarchy within the ship, they were all friends and trusted each other to do whatever tasks needed to be completed. Some more compliant than others, though none of them would argue that the circumstance could be far, far worse.

Blaster perceived early on that Trailbreaker knew Hoist a lot better than the rest of them did, but it wasn't out of disinterest. The engineer just kept to himself, impartial to divulge information about him or his past, at least without being asked. Yet, Blaster didn't know if the tow truck just assumed that nobody would care that he left, or if they did, just didn't bother to bring it up.

"What?" Hoist returns, not quite answering the question.

"Where are you going?" Blaster repeats, leaning backward into the cool metal of the chair.

Though his posture remains dumbfounded, he finds himself replying honestly. "For a drive? The same as I do every night."

Hoist wasn't hiding anything, but this interrogation felt unwarranted since none of them were adhered to any strict set of rules. He hadn't found it necessary to request permission because he surmised he wasn't bending any orders, firm or not. And who would he ask? There was only a few places he could be at any given moment, and he was never away for very long.

"Where do you go, though?" Blaster prompts, brow raising slightly. He isn't being pushy, but is searching for an answer. "You never log anything. For someone who drives a lot, you'd think you would have some information to input,"

"Across town and up the highway." He reports without a moment of hesitation, not wanting to spark untrustworthiness. "Same route every time. Nothing worth recording."

Blaster wasn't being accusatory or critical, it was more of an approach out of blatant curiosity. Perhaps they had all taken notice of his nightly disappearance, and the red mech was the one who decided to confront him in reference to it. Blaster was extremely laidback, but also fiercely protective, especially of this small group who are now all stranded together.

"Fair enough." He shrugs, making a motion with his servo towards the door. With a satisfactory shrug, he even sincerely adds: "Enjoy."

It seemed too good to be true, but Hoist took it, waving awkwardly goodbye before departing from the base.

The harsh and relentless storm hadn't really hindered him much, headlights blinking to life as he takes off through the woods. He never minded the mud that caked along his tires and settled within his joints, but Sunstreaker always did. If it was going to rain at any point in the rotation, the yellow lambo would hunker down inside, far away from anything so much as brushing his outer plating.

It felt invigorating, the cold rain bombarding against his windshield only to slide down his hood unceremoniously. Being left to his own thoughts wasn't so much the same, but a familiar dismissive nature erases that burden for another time. For now, he navigates the path that his treads have woven into the ground, the one that leads up a short incline and onto the main road.

Street lamps alight, he ponders momentarily if Blaster had sent someone out to follow him. It would be crossing a line, a obvious display of distrust, even amongst Hoist's honesty. Oversuspicious, he coms Trailbreaker if only to ease his nerves.

"Y'ello," Trailbreaker picks up his call immediately, sounding a little distracted. "Where'd you go?"

"Famous question of the night," Hoist counters, amusement slating into his words. "I'll be back soon. What are you up to?"

"That dumbaft Sunstreaker blew out all of the lights down by our room," An scoff follows, then a clang of metal on metal. "I've been tryin' to fix it for the past coupla' hours, and all I've done is electrocute myself. Twice."

"Sorry," Something he wholeheartedly means, as that is likely something he should be working on and not Trailbreaker. "You can leave it. I'll be right back, I can work on it."

"Nah, I think I got it." There's a silence and then a staticky noise, followed by a satisfied ex-vent. "Aha. Got it."

Hoist relaxes, feeling a little less guilty. "Good job."

"Why'd ya comm me?" Trailbreaker circles back, taking a step back to admire his work. "Somethin' the matter?"

"To see if anybody else left after I did?" A little sheepish, but he genuinely trusted Trailbreaker. "Blaster was a little wary when I left."

"Ah. Understood."

He waits patiently on the other end of the line for Trailbreaker to scout the base, but it wouldn't be that difficult to account for everyone. It was just the five of them, and the three in question were usual suspects to either the command center, or their respective rooms.

"All present." Trailbreaker announces after some time, just as Hoist approaches the highway. "You'll be back soon?"

"Thirty kliks. Maybe sooner." As he's finally able to shake off the unease entirely, he graciously thanks his friend.

"Can do. Anytime." And the line clicks dead.

Somehow the highway is even poorer conditions than the town roads, the asphalt mostly empty aside from other vehicles speeding by here or there. Hoist takes his time, knowing that once he departs down his exit off the interstate, that would end his evening, at least until he could get some of the heat off his back.

The weather only worsened, visibility almost negligible as he takes the right lane all the way towards the toll. As the rain hit the pavement, his mood only worsened, somewhat unwilling to return back to base knowing he may be in for another round of cross-examining regarding his nocturnal activities. He hated feeling like an outsider among friends, but it was just by nature to be distant with those who he didn't fully trust.

Maybe it was more likely that they didn't trust him in full.

Trailbreaker did, and Hoist ensured he was well aware that it was a mutual feeling.

After too many long minutes with his overwhelming thoughts, he's preparing to take the exit when he spots a pair of tail lights, flashing dimly against the haziness. Slowly, he crawls to a stop, wheels jerking against the slippery asphalt as he spots a car somewhat nosedived, front wheels wedged in a decent amount of mud.

Instantly, he scans his surroundings, defensive at first to establish it wasn't some egregious setup. Yet, his perception is interrupted at the sound of someone scrambling around the vehicle, attempting to get into the trunk with several hums of vexation.

Hoist is hesitant. If he was given any instruction, the one he can recall vividly is to blend in and not draw attention to himself. He feels downright slimy observing the human, them unsuccessful in opening the trunk, more dirt on their armor than the car. They were still unaware that he was even there, their back to him, so he realistically could just carry on and pretend he hadn't seen any of it.

But his mission was to help those in need.

Ever so gently, his tires roll forward, going to call out to the human but then promptly halts. What was he going to say, and what if he startled them-

Carefully, he rolls down the driver-side window and tries to amplify his voice without sounding intimidating.

"Need help?"

Hoist jolts as they spin around, hand raising to push some hair aside from their vision that had matted there. There's a fear in their eyes, somewhat obvious before their focus settles on the towline on the end of his bumper.

Perhaps if he wasn't a tow truck, they wouldn't have agreed. He would appear as a suspicious vehicle in a world full of people who may want to do you more harm than good.

"Oh, can you?" They call, climbing up from where they were. Sounding so soft-spoken over the deafening rain. "That would be amazing,"

With their permission, he hastily reels his window back up before they could get any closer, pivoting so he could reverse over to the shoulder of the highway. In his mirrors, he catches how they shuffle rearward, tripping some on the greenery that had gathered off the side of the road.

With utmost patience and care, Hoist cautiously hooks the bumper of the stuck car, and with some force, tugs it free.

They watch with awe, alongside a sense of relief since only Primus knows how long they'd actually been stranded out here. It feels good to do some good, and Hoist can feel his sense of purpose returning, even if only in short kickbacks.

Feeling as if he's somehow going to get chewed out for this, he wastes no time in gently setting the car back on the road before removing his towline from beneath the bumper. Hoist surveys the area, they should have no issue getting back home, aside from the rampaging storm.

Perchance he should have waited to ensure that they had gotten back to the car safely, without any more problems. But, he would have no way to assist, so instead, he takes off, only his red taillights in the distance distinguishable by the time they had made it back up the incline to stand beside their car.

Hoist returns to base, soaking wet and cooling fans lively and loud. He heads straight for his room, fumbling to punch in the code until the door slides over to reveal Trailbreaker on his respective side of the room.

"Woah, where's the fire?" Trailbreaker watches as Hoist paces the room, the panel sliding back over with a loud thud.

"No fire," Hoist responds, gaze trained on the mud he'd trailed inside. "Yeah, well. Maybe a small fire."

Vastly perplexed, Trailbreaker searches for any sort of explanation. "What for? I thought y'were only going for a ride?"

Maybe he shouldn't have been so hasty, he was more than bothered with himself for not ensuring the human was alright after that entire ordeal. He was already knee deep in it, what was the harm of taking another step further?

"This stays between you and I, yeah?"

#sul tf writes #transformers #maccadam #transformers idw #mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers x human #first contact au #hoist #sunstreaker #trailbreaker #bluestreak #blaster #lmk if i should continue this #this is lowkey a lil rough #but i had sm fun writing this!!#title is subject to change #idk if i like it lol

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