#platonic knockout and reader

[poopfartlesbian]

Oooo can we get knockout with a reader who's a total fashionista and and who takes pride in how well kept they are maybe they could even talk about how different beauty standards are between humans and Cybertronian and what similarities they share I think it could be really interesting and maybe reader could try and do his makeup maybe causes he's got a date with breakdown later I'm also gonna be a regular on this blog so I'm dubbing myself 🦔anon ✌️

YESSSS I LOVE WRITING ANYTHING THAT INVOLVES KNOCKOUT!!

Human, GN!Reader and Knockout friendship things, Reader is a stylist

Flawless Reflections

The whir of polishing drones hummed in the background like white noise. Knockout stood in front of a towering mirror pane bolted into the far wall of his personal workspace. A warm, luminescent gloss shimmered across his cherry-red plating, gleaming with effort and precision.

You lounged nearby on a sleek countertop, legs crossed, flipping through a digital fashion magazine you’d downloaded onto your tablet. When Knockout stepped back and made an admiring hum at his own reflection, you glanced up, grinning.

“Breakdown’s gonna short a few circuits when he sees you tonight.”

Knock Out turned his helm slightly toward you, optics bright with amusement. “Of course he is. As if I would present myself in anything less than perfection.”

You set your tableg down on the counter and stood up, walking towards the area of the counter that was closer to him to get a better look.

“Hmm... I’ve gotta ask. Do Cybertronians have makeup? Like, real cosmetic stuff? Not just polish and detailing work.”

Knock Out smirked.

“You mean like your powders and creams? Not quite. Our version of ‘makeup’ is more about finishings—electro-lacquers, nano-gloss, energon-reactive detailing pigments. Some bots even use microprojected surface modulations for dramatic effect. But all of it’s tailored for our materials and sensory feedback.”

“Figures...”

You stepped around him, studying the smooth lines of his armor. “Human skin care would probably melt off your faceplates anyway.”

He chuckled. “And your eyeliner would fry if I applied it to my servos.”

“Hmm...” you thoguht for a moment, then, reaching into your tote, you pulled out a compact palette. “Wanna see how a human does it? I can't really use any of my products but I can use this paint over here.”

Knockout tilted his helm, visibly intrigued. “Why not? I do love a muse with taste.” He bent at the knee so his face was closer to your level.

You smiled as you stepped up to a rolling stool and climbed on for height. With a small paint brush by the large bucket of silver chrome paint, you traced along the smooth line beneath his optic.

“You know,” you said, working with a practiced hand, “beauty’s kind of a battlefield here on earth. For humans, I mean. There’s this endless pressure to be effortlessly perfect, to be symmetrical, flawless, young… And the irony is, perfection isn’t even the goal anymore—uniqueness is.”

Knockout hummed thoughtfully. “Sounds familiar. We judge based on polish, functionality, frame work… but there’s still that pursuit of individuality. I’m admired because I make style the standard. Others just chase practicality.” He glanced at your hand. “This paint you’re using—not exactly my usual gold accent but I like it.”

You nodded. “It’s meant to bring out your optics. If I had your kind of canvas, I’d use something with a chrome shimmer or ultraviolet underglow. Something that reflects movement. Afterall, you are all about the drama.”

“Flattery gets you everywhere,” he purred. “Tell me, would humans ever paint themselves entirely in one color, like we do? It seems efficient.”

“Not usually,” you said, stepping back to admire your design. “Think monochrome fashion, or full-body paint. But we also obsess over contrast. Complexion, undertones, hair, texture… Humans are all about combining layers and highlighting flaws as features. It’s chaos, but it works.”

He thought for a moment, picturing that in his head. “Fascinating. And yet here you are, painting me like a canvas.”

You grinned. “Because you’re beautiful, Knockout. And I’m a stylist. It’s what we do.”

He straightened, optics glowing with something halfway between pride and soft amusement. “Breakdown’s going to fall over himself when he sees this.”

“Tell him I charge for full face beats." You teased, putting the brush away with the paint. Knockout turned slightly to admire the design in his mirror—sparkly silver contouring, a subtle sweep up like sharp eyeliner wings, dramatic but elegant.

“You know,” he said slowly, “I should bring you along on more missions. Keep the aesthetic standards of this faction from falling into the gutter.” You smiled, flattered that the fashionista of the Decepticons was flattering your work. "Only if I get hazard pay for working around all the unpolished scrap metal you call coworkers."

He laughed, full and genuine, and for a moment, the sterile, med bay felt like the inside of a luxury salon.

I hope you like it! I'm still figuring out my writing style but I'm getting the hang of things! <3

[bots-and-cons]

Do you mind writing about Knockout, Ratchet, and or Breakdown with a human reader on their period. They fee nauseous and don’t have an appetite for the first few days, really bad cramps, chest pain, and migraines too. Idk if this breaks any rules or the character limit if choosing one character is better for you there will be no complaints from me thank you for taking request 😄.

A/N: I’ve got a couple of other posts with period stuff too, you can find those, here, here, here, and here. You get four extra posts for one request lol. I decided to do just Knockout and Ratchet, seems I’m in the mood for those two lately

~Ratchet~

•For like the first two months since he first met you he noticed that for about 6 days a month, you were pretty freaking miserable

•You barely ate anything and you seemed to be in pain and all around uncomfortable

•The first time Ratchet thought that maybe you were just sick, and he didn’t really know you that well yet, so he didn’t really express that much concern

•He did ask if you were okay a couple of times, but you assured him it was nothing to worry about

•But when the whole thing repeated a month later, he thought it was weird

•When he asked again if you were okay, and told you about his observations, you realized he probably doesn’t know about periods

•You had to explain the whole thing to him, because he obviously had no idea this is a normal human bodily function

•Ratchet is of course a bit weirded out by the whole thing, but he’s not grossed out

•He just finds it wild that some humans have to deal with something like that

•And all the cramps, migraines and stuff on top of that? How do you survive this every month?

•Ratchet doesn’t consider it his problem, but he will make sure everyone else is as quiet as possible when you have a migraine and are resting in a dark room somewhere in the base

•He wants to make sure he or anyone else doesn’t make it worse

•If you show symptoms he hasn’t seen before, he will ask about it, and he makes sure you’re doing fine

•While he insists it’s not his problem and that he doesn’t have time to take care of you, he still checks on you periodically

~Knockout~

•Knockout notices you’re uncomfortable and he immediately asks you about it

•You’re leaning on a wall because you’re having a really bad cramp, and you’re just not feeling well in general

•You have to explain to Knockout that you’re not sick, you’re just having your period

•He’s like, “And what exactly is that?”

•You explain to him, it’s your uterine lining shedding and bleeding out of you

•He makes a very grossed out face for a second, before being like “Are you okay? That doesn’t sound healthy”

•You sort of chuckle, but you assure him that it’s natural, even if it totally sucks

•He asks how you cope with it, because that sounds like a mess and painful and all around not a good time

•He’s honestly kind of curious about the whole thing, even if he does find it pretty freaking weird

•How is it even possible for you to bleed for multiple days in a row? That doesn’t sound like it’s good for you

•Knockout constantly reminds you about drinking water, and he somehow got his hands on some dark chocolate for you too, because he read it might help with the cramps

•He’s worried about the migraines especially, because it seems you’re having a very, very bad time

•Knockout is worried about everything that’s making you uncomfortable, and it annoys him that he can’t really do anything about your pains or aches

[in1-nutshell]

A continuation of the previous post.

Bot Buddy the single parent with Megatron, Starscream, Knockout and Breakdown

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Megatron

Despite everything this war has taught him, Megatron has some respect for Buddy.

Raising a sparkling by oneself was already a feat on its own.

Adding the length of the war was something else.

He usually has Buddy stationed on the Nemesis with their sparkling, but he does make them go out into the field. Especially when he is full of dark energon or feeling particularly moody.

He doesn’t know how Buddy has stayed sane through all of this.

On the chances he sees Buddy having a slow day, there is a chance that he will have them go rest. But he doesn’t take care of the sparkling directly.

No, he leaves that to some of his other soldiers or Soundwave.

Never Starscream, even he knows that’s a bad idea.

“Buddy.”--Megatron

Buddy tries to stand a bit straighter.

“Lord Megatron.”--Buddy

The sparkling starts playing with their face.

“… Take the rest of the evening off. If the sparkling is giving you trouble, take them to Soundwave.”--Megatron

Starscream

Under no circumstance is Starscream to come to the sparkling alone.

Not that he wants too anyway.

It’s not that he entirely despises the sparkling, he has his moments of ‘weakness’.

Mainly because he sees a potential threat in the sparkling.

But he also sees an opportunity with the sparkling.

He could either try and raise it to be loyal to him and not Megatron.

Or the other way…

Playing hostage, but he hasn’t found a chance for that yet.

He does not care if Buddy is having a slow day, in fact, he might be extra critical and whinier if he does see them on a slow day.

… depending on who’s around…

Buddy’s helm nodding up and down from lack of sleep while their sparkling sleeps soundly in their little sparkling sling.

“Wake up! We don’t stand for slackers around here Buddy. Or do you need a reminder?”--Starscream

Buddy gulps a bit trying to shield their sparkling from Starscream as they type faster.

Knockout and Breakdown

One of Buddy’s saving graces on this ship.

The pair are one of Buddy’s top picks in babysitting.

The pair has respect for Buddy.

Knockout knows for a fact that Buddy isn’t exactly Con material and them being here was almost a mystery.

But then again Breakdown wasn’t Con material deep down either.

He wants to know why they are a Con but that’s a question for another day.

Breakdown loves taking care of the little one when they have the chance.

The former Wrecker takes care of the physical and play time things while Knockout takes care of the nap time and clean up.

If the pair sees Buddy having a slow day, they make sure that Buddy gets their rest.

“Buddy, you know what time it is?”--Knockout

“…Umm..”--Buddy

“Too slow, go take a nap.”--Knockout

“But—”--Buddy

“Breakdown you know the drill.”--Knockout

Breakdown takes the sparkling from the sling and passes them to Knockout and throws Buddy over his shoulder.

“Breakdown! Put me down!”--Buddy

“No can-do Buddy. You know the drill.”--Breakdown

Buddy sighs and lies limply as Breakdown carries them to their habsuite.

[cyberapid]

Wavewave + reader insert and either Rumble or Frenzy(it isn’t specified idk)

It’s short bc I got a funny little idea, I’ve got other stuff brewin tho

:)

•-•-•-•-•

The vibrations from his hammers hitting the ground were just enough for the cube to shake away from your grasp. A cat and mouse game in probably a less than ideal space if your sire’s agitated venting has anything to say of it,

“Will the two of your make yourselves scarce,” Shockwave’s patience had long thinned but he had learned from cycles of practice how to tune the immature bots out, but only for so long

“I’m gonna deactivate you!” A snarl spreads across your faceplate as the cassette snatches the cube and runs under the tables that litter Shockwaves lab and out the exit, laughing the whole way. Your sire shouts something your audial don’t pick up, too busy thinking of the ways to torment the older creation of your Carrier- not your brother, your annoyance.

Any poor bot In the way of you two is swiftly shoved to the side or left purplexed as two smaller blurrs flash through their legs or around them. Knockout finds himself on the unlucky side as your body collided with him, sending both of you tumbling to the ground. He’s not as quick to recover, shouting absenities as you push yourself back into a run after the cassettebot.

“Soundwave!! Your pit goblins need to-“ you don’t hear the rest of what he says or really care to, though your speed is slowed by the prodding at your bond with your carrier; confusion and disapproval floods his side and there’s a strong annoyance from your sire.

You reflect bitterness and equal, if not more, annoyance as your sire though directed towards the retreating cassette who turns back sticking his glossa out at you. His triumph is short lived as the clatter of his smaller form colliding and then falling back hard onto metal floors sounds through the quiet room, he turns, intake prepared to soundoff as many insults has his processor would allow but it silenced as your shared carrier gazes down at him then up to you- unreadable.

Scrap.

[averagefishontuesday]

TFP RATCHET AND KNOCKOUT'S REACTION TO THE HUMAN DRINKING ORANGE JOE.

REQUESTED: NO.

Genre: SFW! Crack. Platonic. Shitpost. Might be out of character. Certified Cringe. Orange Joe.

Notes/thoughts? Just something in my mind that I wanna write. Also anyone tried to mimic that beverage from Omori? It was bad.... And I never did it again. Don't try it in real life! If Orange Joe was real, I would sponsored it though.

RATCHET 🍊

So, you were bored. Even at the Autobot base, or hanging out with your good ol' friend Miko, you were still bored. But fear not-! You decided to make the drink you got addicted to! THE ORANGE JOE.

You just need two ingredients: Orange juice/orange soda and Coffee! And it has easy steps! First! Have a cup or a bottle and pour half of the orange juice/orange soda to the bottle/mug. Second and final step is to pour the half of coffee in the mug/bottle! Mix it well and enjoy!

If it tastes bad, that's normal : D

So you drink it and chug it like a champ! You were half way in the bottle and Ratchet looked at you... You didn't noticed, but Ratchet was there...

So how? Well, usually he'll be busy with doing something in his workspace, HOWEVER. The moment he saw you pour orange juice and coffee to the mug/bottle and mix it and then drink it like a champ. He was baffled, disgusted and absolutely appalled. 

He looks disgusted when he sees you mixing orange juice and coffee into the mix, since the color looks like shit. He was more appalled and disgusted when you single handedly gulped it down. 

First off, that beverage looks unsanitary. Secondly, what is that? He went to you like a curious child “what on earth is that? That beverage looks....” "Awesome?! Cool?! Refreshing?" And he just looked at you, on how to word it politely without offending you. "Repulsive." you frowned and just stared at him. You both have an awkward stare down til you just mutter “Orange Joe.” “Pardon?” And you yelled “ORANGE JOE! FROM OMORI!” 

He doesn't know wtf is Omori. But yes, you offered him your drink "you should try it!" And Ratchet looks at you "Me?! I refused. Also you shouldn't consume that repulsive beverage. Can't you just drink water?" And you replied "why drink water when you can drink orange joe!" "Oh for spark sake.... "

When you were done pestering him to drink the forbidden orange juice, you just decided to head out of the base.

The orange joe is just sitting in his workplace now, he ignored it. Though he is curious since all he consumed is energon, but he hides that curiousity so much, so he decided to drink it. Since his curiousity got the better of him and the Orange Joe is like speaking to him... I mean one sip wouldn't hurt right? Right?!

One sip. "Taste.... Huh. Odd. *took another sip* perhaps I was-" it was bad for his intake. I'm pretty sure he didn't over react- *insert Peter glitching from a rice cake* "Who can invent such a horrible drink?!"

Ratchet died. Never recommend grandpa the forbidden juice. -0/10. Never.

Knockout 🍎

You were the most annoying human the decepticons had. You were friends with the Autobots' human and was super close with them. So of course they'll capture you.

You getting captured by them, might be there biggest regret, since dear primus... You were so unbearable and annoying. You're like Miko but dial up to 100. Megatron is so close on stomping you, but you are important and you do know the Autobots' base. And he had the idea that if the Autobots wants to save you then Megatron will plan a trap/setup.

You were kept here for 2 weeks but it's all good, and you did manage to be besties with Knockout, suprise suprise. You showed him cool stuff and you both love racing and movies. Honestly he's a chill con, and he is your guardian and his responsibility so that's that!

Anyways...! The Orange Joe. You just have a bottle of it. You have it in your stack when they kidnapped you. So you just drink it and will ask Knockout if he wants to drive and go to the supermarket for something.

He's fine with it, and it's not like you escape anyways. Knockout is your bestie obviously.

So he's curious on what you always buy, the coffee and the orange juice. "Hey, fleshbag?" "Yeah?" "May I know what is that human beverage you are consuming? It smells.... Let's just say. It's repulsive for my standards... Just don't spill it on my seats, understand fleshy?" You got offended by that. Tf he means repulsive for his standards?

So, what did you do? You spilled it in his fabulous seats. "Oops.... I spilled it in your seats. My bad." You said in a deadpan tone. "‼️"

He basically told you to gtfo, and he scolded you and ranted at how his vehicle mode will smell repulsive, yadda yadda yaaaa. You don't care though, he offended you first, he insulted your orange joe... "Ugh you're not my dad. You can't tell me what to do! Plus you did it first!" He narrowed his optics at you and replied "What do you mean by that?" And you replied "Well you insulted my orange joe!" And he just looked at you, like seriously?! For a stupid human drink?! "Oh please, that's it? That repulsive human concoction that you humans called a drink???" "Yes! Besides why do you judge? Have you ever tasted Orange Joe?!" You retorted at him, in an angry and annoyed tone. He gets on your nerves sometimes, but he is your bestie....

He looked at you, pondered, though it does smell repulsive, he is rather curious since he always saw you drink it everyday. And honestly he is rather envious at how you humans can drink and consume random drinks/foods, while the bots can just drink and consume energon. So he replied with a "No." And you look at him smuggly and said "oh, you see! Give it a try before you judge!

So you know what? Fine. He drinked it and he immediately regrets it and spit it out of his intake and then proceeded to whine, overreact and exaggerated as if it poisoned him.

"Dude you're overreacting.... It's not that bad." "Bad?!" he yelled out as he spits the forbidden drink "How can you humans find this consumable! Honestly I don't know what is up with you humans.... Particularly you."

And you two argued, but honestly you both realized that this argument is stupid. All because of an orange joe.

You guys became besties again.... And yeah his comms. Slag! Megatron has been looking for them! Both of them, especially the human! Gotta go fast!

Though it's also a 0/10. Can't blame him. Also you did the ultimate sin of spilling it on his seats so the scent might linger on his alt mode. Yeah you gotta clean that shit. Overall you two are still besties and have a good laugh about it when brought up.

Closing thoughts? I'm not being serious rn, and I'm feeling the funni despite stress. It's just me practicing my writing, since crackfics are mostly my thing, even back then on Wattpad lmao. Also this is my second post in a row! Hope you guys laugh. Don't drink Orange Joe, it's literally bad and a waste of money, unless you are Kel. Only Kel can drink that thang. If you guys wanna request, feel free to check the rules. Anyways that's all!

-Thankies! Blub blub n away! 🌊🐟👋

[cyber-streak-2]

If your still doing requests can I see a ratchet vs. Knockout for when reader does something stupid and gets a big ole concussion?

(TFP) Ratchet & (TFP) Knockout with a Human Reader who gets a concussion:

Ratchet

{It happened after you went through the groundbridge to get Miko. Almost immediately, you get blasted back by an attack, and your head hits something hard.}

{Ratchet wants to help you out, but he’s still not great with human stuff like this. But, he gets some help from June, who also helps you out.}

{Whenever you’re in the base, you’re usually laying on that little couch in the human area, and you can always notice Ratchet watching you closely- making sure that you’re doing okay.}

{If you ever need something, he’s going to make sure you stay resting or whatever, not wanting you to disrupt your recovery, so he’ll do what you need, or get one of the others.}

{He’s also given some stuff from June to give to you if you need it.}

Knockout

{It probably wasn’t the best idea of his to take you out with him while he’d been in the middle of a mission for Megatron.}

{Neither he or his partner Breakdown know too much about humans- so they both have to look up stuff for you- things about human concussions and other.}

{He makes sure you’re resting and not doing what you’re not supposed to or anything. He’ll have Breakdown watch you if he can’t be around- and if neither of them can, then Starscream, or one of the Vehicons, is the next best option.}

{If you ever need anything, for the concussion, or anything else, then, the two’ll get it... but it’ll be stolen. Though, thats kind of what they’ve been doing to get you stuff from the beginning, anyway.}

[ericshoney]

Stark's Wit~ Tony Stark

Summary: You're not the best at hand-to-hand combat, but your the second best Stark with sarcastic responses.

Warnings: Platonic nicknames, possible swearing, sarcastic humour.

Reader's Age: 18

The biting wind whipped around Y/n as she stood on the training platform, a scowl etched on her face. Sparring with super soldiers in January was not her idea of a fun Friday afternoon. Especially when all she had to defend herself was the Stark family arsenal of sarcasm.

“Alright, kid, you ready?” Steve, radiating earnest encouragement, adjusted his gloves. Beside him, Bucky simply stared, his metal arm gleaming dully in the overcast light. Sam hovered behind them, a wry grin on his face. He knew how this usually went.

"Born ready, Captain Rogers," Y/n quipped, her voice dripping with irony. "Just try not to break anything too important. Dad would have a conniption if his precious lab assistant came back in pieces."

Steve winced. He still wasn't entirely used to Y/n's… bluntness. "We'll be careful, Y/n. This is just for practice."

"Practice for what? The Super Soldier Olympics?" She rolled her eyes. "Last time I checked, my skill set leaned more towards coding and caffeine addiction, not hand-to-hand combat."

Bucky finally spoke, his voice gruff. "Everyone needs to know how to defend themselves, Stark. Especially with your… family history."

That hit a little too close to home. Y/n tightened her jaw. "Right, because I specifically asked to be born into a world of interdimensional travel, rogue AI, and sentient purple grapefruits. My bad."

Steve sighed and stepped forward. "Alright, enough talking. Let's see what you've got."

The next few minutes were, to put it mildly, humiliating. Steve, ever the gentleman, pulled his punches, but even he couldn't help but land a few glancing blows. Bucky, predictably, was less restrained. His metal arm was like a battering ram, and Y/n found herself mostly dodging and weaving, her reflexes surprisingly sharp despite her lack of formal training.

"Having fun yet?" Sam called out, leaning against the railing.

"Oh, I'm having a ball, Sam," Y/n gasped, narrowly avoiding Bucky's fist. "This is exactly how I pictured spending my Friday: getting pummeled by a century-old assassin. Living the dream, really."

She managed to duck under Steve’s arm and deliver a swift kick to his shin. It wasn’t exactly a knockout blow, but it was enough to make him stumble.

"Not bad, Y/n," Steve said, rubbing his leg. "You're getting faster."

"Years of dodging Dad's bad science puns have honed my reflexes," she retorted, then spun to face Bucky, who was advancing with a predatory gleam in his eye. "Alright, Tin Man, let's dance!"

Bucky lunged. This time, Y/n tried a different tactic. As he swung his metal arm, she sidestepped and grabbed a handful of his long hair, yanking him off balance.

"Whoa! Hey!" Bucky sputtered, momentarily disoriented.

"Sorry, Barnes! Didn't know you were so sensitive about your 'vintage chic' hairstyle," Y/n said, releasing him and darting away.

Sam burst out laughing. Even Steve cracked a smile. Bucky, however, wasn't amused. He charged again, his movements less precise, fueled by irritation.

Y/n knew she couldn't keep this up forever. She was already winded, and her sarcasm reserves were starting to run dry. As Bucky cornered her near the edge of the platform, she knew she was out of options.

"Okay, okay, I surrender!" she yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. "Uncle! Mercy! I admit defeat! You win, metal arm! You’re the best at… uh… arming metal-ly! Yeah, that’s the one.”

Bucky stopped, his expression a mixture of annoyance and begrudging amusement. “You’re impossible, Stark.”

“That’s what my therapist keeps telling me,” Y/n said, panting. She collapsed onto a nearby bench, gathering her breath.

Steve clapped her on the shoulder. "You did well, Y/n. You're quick, and you think on your feet. You just need to work on your… offensive capabilities."

"My offense is impeccable," Y/n said, gesturing to Bucky. "Just ask him. I practically incapacitated him with my devastating wit."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, well, wit doesn't exactly stop a bullet."

"True," Y/n conceded. "But it can annoy someone enough that they forget what they were going to do in the first place. That's a defense mechanism in itself, right?"

She looked up at their faces, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes. They were her dad’s friends, family even. And despite the inherent strangeness of having super soldiers trying to turn her into a miniature Avenger, she knew they cared.

Steve, ever the optimist, gave her a reassuring smile. "It's a start, Y/n. We'll keep working on it."

"Great," Y/n said, her sarcasm returning full force. "Just promise me one thing: next time, can we at least do this in a heated environment? And maybe with a pizza? I'm pretty sure I can weaponize pepperoni."

Bucky rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Even he had to admit, Y/n Stark, with her sharp tongue and Stark-brand stubbornness, was growing on him. Even if she did almost pull his hair out. He smirked, “I’d pay to see that.”

As the three men began to pack up, Y/n pulled out her phone. Time to order that pizza. And maybe send Dad a text. Something along the lines of: 'Almost got murdered by Bucky today. Send backup (and maybe a new shield design. Sarcasm-proof, preferably).

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[calcifiedunderland]

The Five Senses of the Archons

— Moments with the Archons of Teyvat shines like gold in your heart.

gn! Traveler! Reader with Zhongli, Venti, & Raiden Shogun

(Nahida (platonic), Furina, Mavuika ver. )

Taste - Zhongli

You hummed while you walked through the busy Liyue streets, dodging the odd decoration and person. Lantern Rite was always busy, but it seemed that last-minute preparations were being made. You ducked under a kite, your laughter abruptly cut off as the child holding the string darted past your legs. You would’ve nearly fallen over if someone hadn’t caught you.

“Ah, Traveler. I’m pleased you made it for the Lantern Rite,” you gazed into Zhongli’s warm amber eyes as he set you upright. You couldn’t help but smile back at him, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Soon enough, the two of you ambled down Liyue Harbor, your arm tucked into his. “We’re here,” Zhongli’s smooth, baritone voice took you out of your thoughts.

You blinked, gazing up at Iron Tongue Tian. Zhongli had walked you all the way to Third Round Knockout. You turned to look up at him, and found that he was already watching you with a soft smile. Soon, the two of you were seated, and listening to the storyteller recount tales of Rex Lapis. “This tea is a popular blend,” Zhongli said quietly, so he didn’t disturb the other guests. “It was said that Rex Lapis favored this blend long ago.”

Your lips quirked upward in a smile, “you don’t say?” You murmured to him. Softly, you clinked teacups together, and you watched Zhongli sip elegantly out of the corner of your eye. You raised your cup, closed your eyes, and drank. The complex flavor of the tea spread on your tongue, and the aroma filled your nostrils pleasantly.

You supposed no mere mortal could reach Celestia, but tasting the same tea together as the Geo Archon, listening to stories of Liyue while the warm Lantern lights washed over you both, was close enough.

Sound - Venti

The tavern is busier than usual, you sipped your drink. You were back in Mondstadt for the Windblume festival, and of course you couldn’t miss visiting Angel’s Share for the evening. All around you, people laughed and clinked kegs of Dawn Winery’s finest. You overheard a lyre strumming behind you. You smiled warmly when you saw a bard you were very familiar with, raising your glass to him.

Venti the bard grinned at you, laughter in his voice and wind in his feathered hat, “fancy seeing you here, Traveler! In honor of your presence, I’ll play your favorite~” The boy winked at you, and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He cleared his throat, and the chatter of Dawn Winery died down. Even though Venti took the appearance of a Mondstadter, you couldn’t help but feel the air of reverence in the Winery air.

Venti strummed his lyre, and began singing a bright, jaunty tune about a story you hadn’t heard. Music filled every corner of the Winery, and soon patrons were up and dancing. Everyone clapped in rhythm, and somehow you were jostled right next to Venti. Your teal-clad friend grinned at you, shoes tapping on the bar table, and you pointedly ignored Charles’ shouts to get off. Venti winked at you, careful to avoid knocking over kegs and glasses as he started up his song again. The people crowded in Dawn Winery cheered, stomping and clapping and dancing in unison.

And yet, in the chaos as the humble bard boy sang to the room full of patrons, it felt as if the god’s song was only meant for you.

Touch - Raiden Shogun

You supposed that, when the Raiden Shogun herself summoned you, there was no choice but to obey. Fortunately, you had no complaint. Your meeting at Inazuma City started curtly. After all, the two of you clashed swords not long before. After a few halting words, you pieced together that Ei wished to personally invite you to the Palace of Narukami to view the Naganohara firework’s show. You were quiet, and you hadn’t realized how much time had passed until you met Ei’s eyes, and saw something like nervousness and sorry inside them.

It goes to say that even the Almighty Shogun of Eternity wanted a friend to spend time with during a festival.

So, after nodding, she wasted no time leading you up the Palace. The staff gawked at you, although you guessed that it wasn’t specifically you they were looking at. Merely the shock that the Raiden Shogun had a guest over. Although, at some point during your stay, you felt yourself grow drowsy while sitting next to Ei. She suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder, and heard you softly breathing. A strange sensation, but the Raiden Shogun would allow it.

She felt you stir awake as the festival began. You heard the loud pop! of Naganohara’s fireworks, and your closed eyelids you saw the flashes of light. You stayed slumped against her shoulder, her arm around you, and silently you both watched the fireworks overhead. No words passed between you, but slowly her cheek dropped onto your head. You felt her relax against you.

As the fireworks stopped, she cleared her throat. “It’s only proper that I escort you to the entrance. Come, Traveler.” You nodded, too tired to politely deny. The two of you walked in rhythm, the backs of your hands barely brushing. She was about to pull away when she felt the weight of your hand drop into hers. Instinctively, she tightened her grasp on it. Your hands remained intertwined until you parted at the gate. As Ei went back to her chambers, she could still feel the warmth of your hand in hers, and the weight your head on her shoulder. Fleeting, and yet eternal all the same.

Back in your own room, you flexed your hand. You could still feel the touch of the God of Eternity’s hand, tingling, electric. You hoped it would never fade away.

—☄️🌪️⚡️

I wanted to try something new. This is my Genshin fic posted to tumblr!! Please consider leaving a like, comment or reblog!! Thanks for reading travelers 😘✨

~xoxo Calci

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! If it's not too much to ask, can you do the TFP Decepticons with a femme Cybertronian [(S/O) or platonic] that's like Rouge The Bat from Sonic? In terms of personality and her being a thief?

☆ Stolen Sparks — TFP Decepticons x Fem Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: There's more than just Megatron in the post I promise I'm just using him as the fic image cause I couldn't find a picture with all the Decepticons I included 😭

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Megatron:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite his attempts, Megatron could never seem to track you down for long. You kept evading his notice, working as a rogue and stealing from whoever you please. It annoyed him at first... but he found his feelings shifting

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He was intrigued by you before long. What did you want for, were you working for someone else or purely yourself? A faction of thieves, maybe? He became determined to get to know you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 To your surprise, he could out-maneuver you. Turns and tricks that usually worked would get you caught, and you found yourself intrigued above all else. Though you loved to give up a chase, you couldn't resist humoring his conversation

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If he were being honest, it was more than just your efficiency to fulfill your own gain that pulled him in. It was the glances, the claws you'd trail against his plating, the flirting. It consumed his processor entirely, and he felt a drive to be close to you because of it, to experience it all over again every day

Starscream:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream was a bit harder to charm, he saw you as a direct threat to his reign and someone who could bring down what he's been working so hard to build

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your cooing and little snarky comments made him irritated the most, and he was determined to find a way to stop your meddling. He talked about you constantly, always thinking about your next move, and always thinking of you over the littlest things

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It took some external prodding from Knockout for him to come to the sudden realization that he'd become infatuated with you. He couldn't help it, but he had no idea how it managed to sneak up on him. How you so effortlessly stole his spark like you'd done to countless treasures

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It wasn't long before you could pick on him about fumbling in battles and suddenly losing what little composer he had. He just couldn't focus anymore, because now when you got in his face to tease, all he could think of was the proximity of your frames

Soundwave:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You thought it a fun challenge to see if you could get some sort of reaction out of the notoriously stoic Decepticon, but he never once spoke a word to you, no matter how many little jabs you gave him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He spoke more with actions. He always knew your next move, and had plenty of Cassettes to set you back if you got out of line or threatened Megatron's cause. Other than that, he seemed more passive towards you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were surprised when you began finding trinkets and treasures being practically gifted to you. They were left out in obvious spots around your usual stops, and sometimes you'd catch a glimpse of the Officer warding off other bots who tried to pick them up before you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You would start back up chatting at Soundwave, noting the little signs he gave in body language and his gifts that he'd been paying attention to your preferences. He didn't respond to any flirting outwardly, but definitely never shied away from your words

Shockwave:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The logical but completely amoral, getting ahead of Shockwave was nearly impossible. He didn't rise to any of your bait, disabled any traps, and even mocked back when you goaded him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 With his unyielding stoicism, you were more than a little convinced that you were always the winner of your little play-fights, since he seemed to completely miss any hint you threw at him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 What you learned after he won a small scuffle between you two is you weren't the only one playing this little game. Intellectual challenges are where Shockwave excelled, and him letting you win was to prolong this habit you shared, of challenging the other into doing their best

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You both agree to mutually maintain this system for as long as possible, chasing each other in this friendly war of tactics that honestly has made you feel closer to the scientist than ever, especially when he reciprocates your sly remarks

Airachnid:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Running into the spidery fembot was a dangerous bet— you'd heard plenty about what she was capable of, and you always tried to keep on your best wits when around anything she considered her territory

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When Airachid inevitably did catch you, she was surprisingly not keen on the though of tearing you apart. Instead, she told you all the potential she saw in you, and all the success you two could have when working together

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Whether you agree or deny, she's always in your plans from that day forth. Either by aiding your work and complimenting your efficiency, or by undermining your plans the same way you always do to others

ᯓᡣ𐭩 In cooperation or opposition, you two are evenly matched. Airachnid knows how to trip you up, and you know how to evade her fangs. No matter what you pick, she finds you alluring, and desires to someday have you as her own little treat

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The Accent

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Edit: Read the prequel here!

Pairing: (platonic) Tim Bradford x fem!Cybertronian!reader ; (romantic) Hot Rod x fem!Cybertronian!reader

Summary: You're shy, so when Tim Bradford sees you interact with one of your fellow Autobots, he's confused. Before he and Lucy learn that Hot Rod is more than a comrade, he wonders why you aren't so open with him.

Warnings: fluff!

Word Count: 2.3k+ words

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“You missed a turn.”

Ignoring Tim Bradford, who is currently a bit too comfortable in the driver’s seat of your alt mode, you continue driving. He may be from Los Angeles, but you were quite literally born to drive. You know where you’re going, and you refuse to let him get under your armor plates.

For as long as you can, at least.

“Lucy wants to know if you have any friends who would be willing to lend out their alt mode for an afternoon to mess with our- her friend, Aaron,” Tim says, reading something on his phone.

“Maybe,” you murmur as you turn. “I can ask.”

“Don’t bother,” Tim replies. “She’s just trying to get close to you.”

“Is that a problem?” you inquire.

“No.”

“Then why shouldn’t I bother?”

“Lucy isn’t even supposed to know who you are. Who barges into someone else’s garage without any notice?”

“You’re not supposed to know who I am, either,” you remind him. “You’re not supposed to know I exist.”

“But I do know. And you like that I know.”

Your chassis rattles as you grumble, and Tim smiles at your soft reply to his teasing. For a robot, you experience a multitude of emotions, he thinks, and it seems incredibly easy to make you shy away from him. Though he knows there are more like you - more Cybertronians, more aliens - in Los Angeles, he doubts they are as shy as you. Not that he’s given extensive thought to robot attitudes, though.

“Remind me how we met,” Tim requests smugly.

“Bring it up one more time and I’m going to transform on the 405 and throw you into traffic,” you threaten. 

“There it is,” Tim sighs, smiling at your outburst.

“Sorry,” you add, softer. “Yes, you stole my alt mode. It was embarrassing. Do you need something other than to make me miserable?”

“Maybe,” Tim admits. “Lucy and I may have to go undercover again. Butler and Sava got themselves tangled up in a chop shop.”

“Okay,” you murmur. “Let me know.”

“... and then he said that if a girl drives a car worth more than his, he can’t justify giving her his number,” Lucy rambles as you drive down an empty desert highway.

“Devastating,” Tim deadpans.

“I’m just saying,” Lucy continues, exasperated. “People like the price tags on cars nearly as much as the car itself. Why do you think Jake and Sava stole an Aston Martin?”

“Aston Martin?” you repeat. “One-77? Red?”

“Yeah,” Tim answers. “How’d you know?”

“Don’t tell me it’s one of your friends,” Lucy pleads.

“No. They might have done us a favor,” you answer.

“They, uh… they wrecked it.”

“Then they definitely did us a favor,” you add, revving the engine as you speed up.

“You’re offering yourself up to be stolen?” Optimus asks, leaning against a metal pole in the abandoned warehouse. “Again?”

“Okay, I didn’t offer myself up the first time,” you argue. “That was an accident.”

“And you’re lucky a competent officer was standing by to recover you,” Tim interjects.

“We didn’t realize that the car our doppelgangers stole was a robot,” Lucy tells Optimus. “Sorry.”

“No loss for us,” Optimus assures her. “And I hear Knockout will make a full recovery. If he can survive the taunting he faces for being not only stolen but wrecked by humans. The problem now is that his criminal comrades will want to enact revenge.”

“So, we have to work a case and keep evil robots at bay. Great,” Tim exclaims.

“We’ll handle the Decepticons,” you correct. “But if these car thieves look like you, there is a chance you will be targeted.”

“Which is why someone must stay with the humans,” Optimus instructs.

Bumblebee lifts his servo, but you shake your head at him.

“Optimus,” you begin softly, avoiding looking at Tim. “I’d like to stay with Tim and Lucy. If they want protection, of course.”

“We do,” Lucy answers immediately. “We’ll take anything you can offer. Yes, please.”

Optimus lowers his arms, standing as he agrees. You follow him out of the building and into the bright sun. Two cars reflect the light as they approach. Moving between Bumblebee and Tim, you prepare to fight until you notice the paint job on the expensive Lamborghini drifting in the sand.

You raise your hand to show TIm that everything is fine, then follow your Autobot compatriots to greet the approaching cars. The Lamborghini transforms as he rolls to a stop, throwing an arm over your shoulder. You turn toward him, raising your battle mask as you hide against him.

“Bonjour, ma chérie,” he greets, tapping his digits along your back plate.

“Who is that?” Tim asks Lucy, watching you.

“I haven’t seen him before,” she answers. “But you won’t let me meet everybody.”

“I don’t even know them all, Lucy. They trust me, and I’m not going to jeopardize that.”

Your laughter draws his attention away again, and Tim’s jaw tightens as he watches you accept the Lamborghini’s affection.

“I thought she was shy,” he grumbles.

“She is,” Lucy insists.

“Have you ever seen her act like that?” Tim asks, crossing his arms across his chest.

“TIm, she knows these guys. It’s different.”

“Then why would she prefer to ignore me? She ever greet you with a laugh and a hug?”

Lucy smiles, turning toward Tim as she accuses, “You’re jealous!”

“What? No.”

“You’re jealous of a robot! Is it the accent?”

Tim rolls his eyes but can still hear the other bot speaking.

“You should have chosen a prettier car if you were attempting to capture your own beauty,” the bot flirts, drawing an embarrassed groan out of you as Optimus shakes his head.

“It’s the accent, isn’t it?” Lucy continues.

“I don’t even know what he’s saying,” Tim argues. “And I’m not jealous.”

“Hello!” the bot calls, walking with his digits in yours. “Tim and Lucy, oui?”

“Oui,” Lucy answers, smiling up at the towering robot. “Quel est ton nom?”

“Ah! Parles-tu français?”

“A little bit.”

“Je m’appelle Hot Rod,” the bot introduces.

“Hot Rod,” you whisper, your voice clearer than his accent.

“What I said,” he tells you. “But if you’d like to keep speaking, I’ll listen to every word, mon cher.”

You look away from Hot Rod, drawing a pleased chuckle from him. He prepares to speak again, but the shortest robot Tim has seen interrupts him by jumping onto his leg and hanging from his thigh plate. You shake your head and pull the small bot off Hot Rod and into your arms.

“Maman!” the young boy complains. “Papa likes it!”

“Papa is speaking to our new friends,” you counter softly.

“Did you have fun, mon fils?” Hot Rod inquires, pulling you closer.

“Papa?” Lucy whispers, looking wide-eyed at Tim. “This is… I’ve never seen something this cute before in my entire life.”

“She is rather cute, is she not?” Hot Rod asks.

“Lucy, Tim, this is my husband Hot Rod,” you introduce.

“Robots get married?” Tim blurts out.

Lucy elbows him, offering an apology to Hot Rod.

“Cybertron has many rich traditions,” Optimus answers. “Our marriage is not entirely unlike your own, but the ceremony is far more impressive.”

Your son whispers in your auditory receptor, and you lower him carefully onto the ground. He offers his hand to Lucy, nearly eye-to-eye with her.

“Nice to meet you,” she says.

“So,” Tim begins. “You’re married and you have a son.”

“Yes,” you reply, patting your son’s back after Hot Rod picks him up.

“You’re a Lambo, and Hot Rod is too…”

“Our alt modes have nothing to do with our reproduction,” Hot Rod assures him.

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” Lucy says, patting Tim’s back. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m just so confused,” he admits.

“At least you aren’t jealous now.”

“Jealous?” you repeat. “Of what?”

“Nothing,” Tim answers, silently warning Lucy to stay quiet.

The ground shakes, causing you to reach for the ground as Hot Rod steadies himself.

“Incoming!” Ratchet yells from the warehouse. “Two airborne!”

“Stay here,” Hot Rod demands, setting your son down. “Je vous aime.”

“Je vous aime, papa,” he replies.

“Watch him?” you ask Tim and Lucy.

“Of course!” Lucy calls.

Tim watches you and Lucy from across the aircraft hangar. Lucy is fawning over your son in awe.

“She is special,” Hot Rod says, lowering beside him. “Ma femme tells me you are good officer.”

“I try to be,” Tim answers. “Sorry. About earlier.”

“No hard feelings.”

“Why does an Italian car have a French accent?” Tim inquires.

“I’m Cybertronian, not Italian. Our alt modes are a choice, not a sign of who we truly are.”

“Your wife fits the red Lamborghini Huracan.”

“She does. But there is more to us than what you can see; we are more than meets the eye. And the accent was not intentional. I can’t get rid of it.”

Tim watches Lucy as he mumbles, “I know the feeling.”

“Come,” Hot Rod invites, transforming from his 17-foot stature into a Lamborghini Centenario worth more money than Tim has ever seen. “Come for a drive. I’ll answer what I can, and divert any other questions to mon chérie.”

“She won’t answer,” Tim points out.

“No. But she’ll love how I ask.”

[lavenlady]

hello! can i request a platonic knockout and starscream with a human! reader that really admires their alt/vehicle modes and indifferent about them being cybertronians?

You ask and you get! Enjoy Anon!

💎 True Gems 💎 | Tfp Platonic Yan!Knockout + Yan!Starscream x Human!Reader

● You were in love in any kind of vehicle - it being a car or a jet - it didn't really matter, you just loved them

● That is why - as a Jasper, Nevada resident - you went to watch the races, watching the vehicles

● This is how you meet Knockout, his alt-mode a vibrant red, easily distinguished among the other vehicles. As a Aston Martin he already took a lot of attention, so he didn't think about it when you approached him. He was surprised when you started to compliment his alt-mode, not interested in the driver, like many people went up to him for it

● Knockout is a protective, possessive, soft, manipulative and to some degree self-aware yandere

● He is finally pleased that someone complimented his alt-mode, well you were the first human to do so

● He is aware he shouldn't really feel this pleased, but he probably won't find another one like that

● He asks you to drive with him during the race

● You entered and didn't even care that the car was driving by itself, you didn't even care he was an alien, talking that you finally get to talk with a vehicle than the arrogant driver

● So he took you to be his personal ego booster

● Starscream one day comes across the med-bay and hears a conversation between Knockout and Breakdown

● There he finds out about your existence and decides to check for himself who you really are

● He was quite shocked when you immediately recognised his alt-mode, compliments flowing from your mouth non-stop

● Starscream is a deranged, possessive, manipulative and a little bit delusional yandere. Who will stop at nothing to get what he wants

● He grows quite found of your excitement and that leads him to seek out Knockout, offering a deal

● He can have random visits to repair his pride and Knockout doesn't have to worry about him taking you away

● Now you are stuck with no way home as their personal ego booster

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Baby England (Part Two)

Lionesses x Young! Reader, Leah Williamson x Reader (platonic) Keira Walsh x Reader (platonic), Lucy Bronze x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: fluffy angst, mentions of blood/injury, coarse language.

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The Euros were flying past, and before you knew it, you were tapping your studs anxiously against the tunnel floor as you awaited the start of the Quarter Finals.

Every other game up until now had been different. You were promised a secure spot on the bench, assured the security of a safety sub during the last third of the game. You didn't receive the special treatment when you played. If anything, you were pushed harder by your opponents’ attempts to spike you out. You were young, younger than most of the women you played with and against, but you were there for a reason.

Sometimes you needed to be reminded that.

You were versing the Spanish Team. Contrary to many of your teammates, this was your first time playing them. Of course, you were aware of the individuals that you were playing against. You would be lying if you said you didn't idolize them. The mere idea of standing next to Mapi Leon and Aitana Bonmati was a frightening feeling. It was a bugging sensation filling your stomach. You tried searching the floor for any hope to calm your nerves, but the absence of serenity did nothing in response.

You weren't quite sure why Sarina had decided to put you in the starting eleven, especially in such a critical, knockout stage like today. The Euros were your first major tournament. When you told Leah the news, she wouldn't let you go from a bear-crushing hug until you wrenched her arms off you. She was reeling with excitement at the prospect of you standing alongside her in front of thousands of people. She couldn't contain her elation on the way to Falmer Stadium, and you tried to find the same emotions within yourself but the notion was proven difficult.

Hempo and Alex were giggling in a huddle as the team warmed up together. Leah was running laps with Beth. Rach and Millie were dribbling a ball with Ellen and Fran, and you were left stretching by the drink bottles, deep within your own thoughts.

You could see the Spanish girls across the field, eloping the growing crowd that littered the stands, all while split into groups as they carried out their respective warm-ups. You felt your hamstring tug while you ran you hands down your leg, tugging at your muscles so that they wouldn't tweak in the game.

The more time went by, with physios packing up their kits and subs heading over to the sideline, the more of a nervous wreck you became. You could feel the slight shake in your hands, the flood of adrenaline in your veins. Heart thumping out of your chest, beating in your ears, and bile rising in your throat.

This was your first time starting for your country. You had the impression that this was the one chance you could show not only Sarina, but all the media and fans that doubted your ability to set the tone for the game that you were capable of doing so. You wanted to make the first tackles, and produce opportunities. As a midfielder, you strived to cross the ball into the box for your strikers. Your job was to free the field of potential threats and switch between attacking and defensive plays depending on the style of your opponent.

You wanted everyone to know that you deserved to be in the starting eleven. You worked night and day, all the time, to make your dream come true. This was your life, your career, your journey.

The weight of this fell on your shoulders all at once in the tunnel as the narrow hallway blacked out most of the crowd’s roar. Everyone was in their own bubble, preparing themselves for the difficult match to come. Even as you walked out, eyes plastered on the floor, refusing to meet the eager euphoria of the crowd or anyone around you, the gravity of your situation began to set in.

You felt Leah kiss your forehead when walking past. The blush that painted your cheeks when you shook Mapi’s hand went straight through you. Nothing snapped you out of your haze. The crowd’s thundering booms fell beneath you, a level of determination fueling your insides as the whistle blew.

You ran up and down your line for nearly fifteen minutes before you finally gained possession of the ball. You were loosely marked by Guijarro beforehand, but as soon as the ball hit your feet, your legs were cut out from beneath you, leaving you tumbling face-first into the grass.

You were too high on adrenaline to feel the effects of the fall, but you felt fleeting hands sought your body when seeking to regain balance on your feet. There was a slight pang in your legs, but you quickly shook it off when offered a free kick.

“Should be a card, Ref.” One of your teammates quipped, holding your shoulders and pushing you on your way. The referee must've shooed her off too, since no acclimation changed and play resumed.

Both sides held possession well. You felt your confidence slowly increase at the endless support of the crowd. The flow of play made for excellent progress on your side of the midfield. You had curved a cross from the halfway line over to Hempo, but Ona Batlle had swiped it easily.

Georgia and Keira were absolute beasts, using their infinite knowledge to bound your team closer and closer to the goal. Spain was also moving quicker into your half as the game progressed, and the first half was coming to an end, you finally gained the opportunity to find space to shoot.

You were next to Beth, sprinting along the wing after Leah booted the ball to your end. The crowd boomed around you, your lungs gasping for air, your feet carrying you closer to the goal. Cardona was on you now, trailing your figure in the fleeting moments that felt like a lifetime.

Lauren was motioning for a crossover to her end, where no defenders thought themselves spent near. Paredes and Battle were spotting Ellen and Fran while Beth, Georgia and Keira were all making a worthy endeavour to free themselves.

Your heart raced as the wind whipped against your face, your hair whispering behind you in a tight, yet flimsy ponytail. No defenders were near the blonde. Ona and Paredes were stacking up against Ellen, while Carmona was battling Fran. Lauren was sprinting down the straight, her trajectory heading right into the box. Panos was urging her defenders back, but the communication between the two lines wasnt quick enough for your movements.

You made the move of switching the ball from your right foot to left, engulfing the fervour of the crowd as you did so. Blocking out any hesitancy, you kicked the ball as hard as you could, struggling to both watch your cross and keep straight at the same time. To your surprise, your connection with the ball made a successful thump, curving over the defenders and toward the direction of the blonde, who was almost in the box.

You watched with hope, every bone in your body ceasing up at the chance of scoring.

But before the outcome occurred, you felt your knees fall out, your legs crashing to the ground with a potent smack, leaving you winded and heaving for air. Your face made contact with the grass, your nose just skimming the ground as you made the sharp decision to move your head. For the second time that night, you heard the whistle blows to call the game to halt.

This time, however, you felt the potent emphasis of the strain on your body a lot more.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lucy’s thick accent came into range from above you, though you couldn't exactly see since your head was firm on the ground. Nothing hurtled incredibly badly, though you couldn't help but wince at the language falling from Lucy’s mouth.

While in a desperate attempt to pull yourself upwards, Keira came crouching beside you.

“Are you alright, Darling?” She asked, soothing a hand on your shoulders. Her eyes, both cautious and caring, bore into yours. You caught sight of Leah tugging Lucy away from the ref and Mapi, who was shown a yellow card.

You glanced up at the big display screens near the top of the stadium, watching in slight horror at the replay of Mapo taking you out from behind after the ball left your feet. It could've been a red card, arguably, but you were just glad you were still okay.

You told Keira so, thanking her when she pulled you up onto your feet. Lauren was watching from the other end, hauling thumps up your way, to which you promptly responded with a disappointed nod. You wished the ref had just left you on the ground because now you were going into the second half nil all.

You tried not to think about what could've been when sauntering back into the changing rooms. You were met with some encouragement. Leah was shouting all sorts of things to the team as they replenished and rejoiced for the next forty-five minutes. Rach and Millie were on either side of you, making an endeavour to be as loud and boisterous as they could in an attempt to rule everyone up. Lauren was by your side, taking prolonged sips from her water, patting you on the back throughout the break.

You watched all the girls intently while you changed your socks, tying your shoes with a double knot before following the rest of the girls out.

Before you jogged over to find your starting position, you felt someone spin you around gently.

“If that happens again,” Lucy spoke, Keira looking equally concerned by your side. “And you feel like it's too much, we want you to tell us.”

“I'm alright,” You reassured. You knew the pair believed you. This didn't soothe them, nonetheless. “I will, though. I promise.”

Before you could escape their prying eyes, Keira pulled you into a hug.

“You doing so well, Darling.” She muttered, patting your head. “Keep doing what you're doing.”

Both sides came out with a new taste of persistence. Everyone on the field was putting in ten times the effort from before. The anticipation from the crowd and determination in each of the girls’ mind combined to push the limits of the game to an all-new high.

Your hopes came crashing down when Spain’s striker, Gonzalez sent the ball through the back of the net. You threw your head back and groaned, moving your hands to cover your face. The celebration from the red rang out, their supporters in the stands properly dedicating their level of support. Your eyes met Leah, who was already marching back to her position. She gave you a civil nod. That was all. You knew she cared more for this than anything. This was the Euros.

That was enough motivation to keep going.

You tried to find more of a defensive end to your play going into the second half. Keira and Georgia were both creating chances down the line so you thought it best to keep the Spanish forwards on their toes by marking them instead of their defence.

Soon enough, Beth, Ellen, and Fran were all subbed off. You were surprised to find yourself still on the pitch. For some reason, your usual fatigue hadn't hit you yet, the endurance of beating your opponents still raw and fresh in your mind.

With Ella, Lessi and Chloe from now on, your assistance as a defensive midfielder was all the more prevalent. You made conscience tackles when needed. You pushed your opponents out of their zones, leaving them high and dry in different spots of the field. You were continuously feeding Chloe the ball from various passes, and even when some of them fell short, you made the effort to run back and do it again.

Spain must've noticed your team’s constant attacking push since strikers were being replaced for defenders, and roles were beginning to switch amidst the field.

Alex passed you the ball from between Garcia’s legs near the halfway line. You made no reluctance in sprinting down your line, taking no time in peeling the ball to your right in Chloe’s direction. The forward bolted into the centre, finding Lessi behind her. In a swift movement, Alessia found the ball at her feet, connecting a brilliant pass to Tooney.

Everyone on your backline held their breaths, awaiting the pause from Ella as she shot from where she received the ball. It went flying, flying forever, in what felt like a lifetime, before you heard the crowds rising to their feet in Revelation.

You held your arms up high, running towards the closest person, which happened to be Leah, and gripping her tight. She swung you round off the ground, yelling into your ear as the rest of your team celebrated around you.

You were one-all, you thought.

This was it.

When it went to extra time, you were almost certain you were due to be subbed off.

You had never played more than a half before. Going into over ninety minutes on the field, about to play another half hour, was daunting. You were starting to feel the dread of exhaustion pump into you when the extra time started. If you were to stay on until the end, and it was still one-all, it would go to penalties. You had only just made your Senior Debut, anyone would be stupid to think that you would ever oblige willingly to take one.

You stuck by your defensive line for the most part, only ever really leaving your back end of the midfield if you felt there was an opportunity to be given by the other end. You and Alex were pretty much feeding each other the ball if there was nothing else to give. The Spanish girls were growing impatient with it, and their relentless pushing and shoving indicated to the two of you that they were on the last thread.

You finally gave the ball to Millie, who gave it to Leah and returned back to you. For what felt like the hundredth time that game, you ran up your line, lugging the ball cautiously through the midfield. You sent a short pass to Ella, receiving the ball only a moment later. You shot past two of your opponents, glancing up to find none of your forwards free. You waited, fighting for possession for a while, before both Keira and Gee broke free from their markers. You chased them down, booting the ball to Keira.

Keira controlled the ball through the legs of Spain’s centre-back, hauling it along their backline before Gee found a space through the main slipstream. You held your breath, filling the air hitch around you in apprehension. Gee caught the ball, holding it for her side. The world seemed to stop, pause in time. You didn't remember seeing Georgia have a go at shooting, but the screams of the stadium were enough to send you tumbling towards her in a heap of sweat and tears.

You were the first to meet Georgia, jumping onto her back as the rest of your team fought themselves around her. Nothing else mattered to you at that moment, the feeling of absolute euphoria overriding any sort of anxiety you felt beforehand. All the girls were screaming, you were fighting tears. Everything was going your way, and you’d do anything to maintain it.

And that you did.

The rest of the game was defensive for you. You didn't even bother trying to connect any balls with the goal. You were too focused on any coming into your half. Lauren and Keira were subbed off, leaving no more subs available for the game. You played your heart out for the remaining time, counting down the clock for the final whistle.

When it blew, you fell to your knees.

You weren't sure if it was from the utter exhaustion of playing a hundred-and-twenty-minute game or merely because you were going through the realisation of winning. It was a surreal feeling, one you wouldn't shake for days. You stayed on the floor with your hands covering your face, hoping no one would catch the salty tears streaming down your red, tired face.

The Spaniards were all congratulating you by the end. You were quick to shake the apology Mapi Leon sent your way, blushing furiously at any sort of recognition from the defender. You ran into Leah’s arms, letting her ragdoll you around by swayying you back and forth.

“I'm so proud of you, my girl.” She muttered, kissing your forehead.

“Love you, Lee.” You simply replied, gripping her jersey tighter in your hands, relishing the moment with your eyes closed.

You were going to the Semi Finals.

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lionesses, yourusername (pretend its you)

*liked by keirawalsh, alexgreenwood and 43,256 others.

Lionesses — first full game starting AND player of the match. SAY THANK YOU BABY ENGLAND ❤️

Comments:

leahwilliamson — well deserved, beautiful girl 💗

^ yourusername — love you Lee ❤️

^ user1 — THEY ARE SO CUTE AWWWW

user2 — THANK YOU BABY ENGLAND YOU LITERALLY CARRIED US OMG

^ user3 — nah cause fr she deserved to play every minute of that game.

keirawalsh — our stargirl 💫

* liked by yourusername

georgiastanway — yeah the baby

^ yourusername — you can't call me a baby you're literally a few years older than me

^ Georgiastanway — YEAH THE BABY

arsenalacademy — congrats, baby england ❤️

^ user4 — you better start bidding for ur gurl or else she ain't gonna be yours

^ user5 — fr they think she won't leave but if a club wants to pay she’ll go where the money’s @

^ user6 — she wouldn't leave Leah. Period.

^ user7 — I doubt Leah would care where she goes, as long as shes happy.

ellatoone — lets goooooooooo

arsenalwfc — North London raised ‼️

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soccerdrama

soccerdrama — after an absolute masterclass performance from Y/N L/N for the Lionesses against Spain this week, talks from multiple clubs have spurred.

These include;

- Arsenal

- Aston Villa

- North Carolina University

- Bayern Munich

- Manchester City

Where do you think she'll go?

Comments:

user1 — PLEASE SHE NEEDS TO STAY WITH LEAH ARSENAL ARSENAL ARSENAL

^ user2 — she suits nl so much

user4 — her and hemp are gold together. Would love to see them play for city together.

^ user5 — they've also git LUCY, keira, and Alex. City will be unstoppable with Y/N in it.

User8 — I still think she’ll go to UNC

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[bots-and-cons]

Could you do a reader who has low iron? Platonic pls(characters are up to you) thank you for reading this your blog gives me life

A/N: Thank you, I’m so happy to hear you like my blog. I picked our two medics since this is a medical thing

~Ratchet~

•He’s noticed you’ve been growing more and more pale as the weeks go by, he isn’t even really sure how that’s possible, because you already looked very pale to begin with

•Ratchet is of course worried by this development, and he asks you about it

•You’re like “Nah, I’ve just got low iron”

•Ratchet is a bit confused at first, because to his knowledge, humans are not made of any sort of metal

•You have to explain the whole “iron deficiency” thing to him, and he at least mostly gets what you’re talking about

•He of course starts reading up on the subject, since he wants to make sure he knows if anything alarming starts to occur

•You can get quite lightheaded sometimes, which can be a bit dangerous if you’re sitting on Ratchet’s shoulder, because you might fall from getting too dizzy

•Which is why Ratchet doesn’t really like letting you sit there, because he knows his reflexes aren’t what they used to be

•You try to assure him that it’s okay and that you’ll tell him if you’re feeling too lightheaded and feel like you might fall

•He agrees to let you sit on his shoulder, but only if you let him scan your vitals and whatnot first so he can be sure you’re feeling well

~Knockout~

•Knockout pays a lot of attention to how others look, so when you start looking more pale than usual, he notices pretty quickly

•He asks why that is and you tell him about your iron deficiency problem

•Knockout is pretty ignorant to how humans work, so he doesn’t really get it and asks why you don’t just eat some iron then? “Something like nails should do, right?”

•This makes you basically roar with laughter, because all you can think about is him trying to offer you some iron nails

•When you calm down, you explain to him that no, you can’t just eat something made of iron, and that eating nails would probably kill you

•You tell him you need iron supplements and that you recently ran out and haven’t been able to buy more yet, hence the paleness

•Knockout is, yet again, a bit weirded out by how human bodies work and asks you if there’s anything he can do

•You tell him not to worry about it, but if he could let you sit on his shoulder for a while, that would be nice, because compared to a human he’s much warmer

•Your hands and feet are constantly cold, so if you kick your shoes of and sit on his shoulder with your hands and feet touching him, it feels nice since he’s so warm

•He doesn’t mind, so he lets you warm yourself up as much as you want to

•Knockout asks if this iron deficiency problem has any other effects than cold extremities and paleness 

•You give him quite a lengthy list of what it can cause and he wonders how you humans even function sometimes

•Isn’t it a pain to have to make sure you get all the vitamins and minerals and all that? He only needs energon and that’s that, so easy, but you need like a hundred different things just to survive

[in1-nutshell]

Oh goodness! The Megatron’s daughter post has plagued my brain with so many sad ideas! Can you picture how she handles the situation when Megatron got injured after the space bridge explosion? The amount of complicated feelings swirling around seeing him hurt on the medical table like that? And you just know that Starscream is going to take advantage of it in some way: would he use it as a way to bypass Buddy’s authority on the grounds that she is “in no state of mind to lead”? Does he use her grief to manipulate her and influence her actions?

And none of this is even getting into what would happen if she ran into Optimus and the Autobots! Would she resent him based on what she had been told for millions of years? Would he feel guilty for how things have gone for her? So many thoughts and I love the angst

Okay lets do this!

I actually have another request that is similar to this one, so I am dividing the writing into two. This part is centered more around yours, but there are things that are left out for the sake of getting to the other one and completing the story.

If you really love the angst, this one is definitely for you.

Buddy needs a hug after all this is over.

There will be tears

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality: Soundwave's Plan

SFW, ANGST, You have been warned!, Mention of wounds and violence, nothing too gory, familial (Soundwave is best uncle), Cybertronian reader

TFP

Soundwave had enough.

His niece’s life was in danger, and he knew well enough that her father wasn’t going to do anything about it.

Megatron’s mission main priority was Prime, not Buddy.

Soundwave could live with that; he swore his loyalty to Megatron after all.

But he also swore to be Buddy’s uncle and default caretaker after… that day…

Soundwave coming to Buddy’s quarters with an energon cube in his servo.

Buddy sleeping on the makeshift desk, face plate on a data pad.

Soundwave placed the cube down and carries Buddy to her berth.

He places the cube by her desk and leaves.

When Megatron did not come back to the Nemesis after the spacebridge and Starscream came back alone, they both knew something happened to the War Lord.

He was surprised to see Buddy try and stay together as she assumed her position as Leader of the Decepticon Army once again.

This face was for the sake of the troops.

Not hers.

It was never about her and her needs.

Soundwave had seen through the cameras, Buddy grieved in silence, she made it her mission to never let anyone of the troops see her in that state, something he hated to see.

It didn’t help much when Starscream started enforcing more of his ideas, taking advantage of Buddy’s state.

Starscream and Buddy in the throne room.

“Starscream are you suggesting that we simply abandon the mining operation just like that?”--Buddy

“Of course, My Lady. It no longer serves us purpose and the mine has been stripped dry. We need to move to the next deposit before the Autobots do.”--Starscream

“And I agree that we need to go to the next one, but you’re suggesting we destroy the mine now. We still have our own down there with our machinery. We cannot leave them. We will not leave them.”--Buddy

“They are expendable—”--Starscream

“Those soldiers are not expendable!”--Buddy

“…You poor thing.”--Starscream

“Excuse me?”—Buddy

Starscream walking slowly towards Buddy, circling her.

“Still thinking we can save everyone don’t we?”--Starscream

“Starscream—”--Buddy

“We can not save everyone Lady Buddy. You know that firsthand don’t you?”--Starscream

“…”—Buddy

Buddy hanging her helm a bit low, avoiding Starscream’s hot glare.

“You let your grief blind your decision making. The Decepticons cannot have such… an impaired leader.”--Starscream

“What are you hinting at Starscream?”--Buddy

“Well, we need a leader with a clear conscious, not one who is barely holding everything together.”—Starscream

Buddy looks up glaring at the Second in Command.

“That’s enough.”--Buddy

“We need a ruthless leader—”—Starscream

Buddy’s servos clench tightly.

“I said enough.”--Buddy

“We need a ruthless Decepticon who can make tough calls, not some useless weakling! What would Megatron—”--Starscream

“ENOUGH!”—Buddy

Silence fills the room.

Buddy servos firmly clenched staring angrily at the Second in Command, who has a smug look on his face.

Buddy vents deeply looking down.

“…We will go to the spot you suggested Starscream, as soon as everyone is back on the Nemesis. No casualties unless necessary.”--Buddy

“BAH! And you call yourself Megatron’s offspring. What a pitiful creature.”--Starscream

Starscream walks out of the throne room leaving Buddy there alone, looking at the floor with tears filling up her optics.

The comments about her not being mentally fit for the role of leader were passed around the Nemesis like energon rations.

Soundwave knew about it.

Everyone knew about it.

But barely anyone said anything about it, as most chose to stay loyal to Buddy.

Not out of fear for Megatron potentially returning, but because they liked Buddy.

She made sure everyone who went on the scouting missions were accounted for and that they were fed.

She cared for them.

Buddy in the med bay with Knockout and breakdown with some wounded Vechicons.

“What’s the report Knockout?”--Buddy

“Nothing too bad. It looks worse than what it is.”--Knockout

Buddy holding the servo of the Vechicon Knockout was working with.

“Really?”--Buddy

The Vechicon squeezed her servo a bit.

“True. I’ll be out of here soon enough!”--Steve

Buddy squeezes a bit before letting go.

“Don’t go back to the heavy work immediately, work with smaller lighter things before going back.”--Buddy

“I’m the doctor here Buddy.”--Knockout

“And I’m unofficially a nurse. Am I wrong doctor?”--Buddy

“…”--Knockout

“She’s got you there Knockout.”--Breakdown

“Shut it!”--Knockout

When Megatron came back to the Nemesis alive, it was the first time in a while that he had seen Buddy light up with joy.

Her father was alive.

Her father was alive.

Megatron walking into the main room with Starscream by his side.

The room is filled with most of the Decepticons welcoming their leader back.

Buddy starts running towards her father.

“Megatron! Megatron you’re back!”--Buddy

Buddy picking up her pace a bit with open arms ready to hug him.

“I mis—”--Buddy

SLAM!

Buddy’s limp body is now on the other side of the room.

A slash is across her chassis, not too deep, but a good amount of energon was drawn.

Megatron’s saber glinting with Buddy’s energon.

Everyone is frozen in place not quite understanding what just happened.

He spares one glance.

“Pitiful. Everyone! Back to work!”--Megatron

He leaves the room with Starscream hot on his heels.

As soon as they both leave Soundwave and Knockout are by Buddy’s side as Breakdown and Steve try to keep the other worried Vechicons at bay.

“We need to get her to the med bay. It looks bad. Breakdown--”—Knockout

“Got it.”--Breakdown

Breakdown gently picks up Buddy as some of the crowd goes to follow Buddy while the others linger before going back to their own business.

Soundwave stands still in the place where Buddy went limp.

Snap!

Megatron hit her without cause.

This was not training.

This was done with malicious intent.

He would honestly understand it more if Buddy was a Starscream, the punishment would have been seen as fair.

But Buddy was not Starscream.

She was by far one of the most loyal Decepticons there had ever been.

Yet he discarded her like trash.

Soundwave had enough.

Megatron was going to offline his own daughter if he didn’t do anything about it.

Thus, The Plan was created.

He knew this was extremely risky and relied heavily on luck, but he gambled with worse odds. This was something he was willing to work with

It killed Soundwave to see Buddy losing more and more of herself as the training sessions became longer and the wounds were becoming more and more severe.

Breakdown and Knockout walking by the storage sectors and training hall.

BANG!

“AGAIN!”—Megatron

Knockout and Breakdown hiding near a corner outside the training room.

“Please, I can’t—”--Buddy

SLAM!

“AGAIN!”--Megatron

“Megatron—”--Buddy

BAM!

Knockout flinches a bit.

Breakdown puts a servo on Knockout’s shoulder while the other one was clenched.

“AGAIN!”--Megatron

“MEGATRON, PLEASE!”--Buddy

BANG!

Knockout grabs one of Breakdown’s servo tightly hearing the loud sound.

Breakdown squeezes his optics shut as if he were in pain.

“AGAIN!”--Megatron

“FATHER, PLEASE!”--Buddy

SLAM!

“AGAIN ORION!”—Megatron

“I AM NOT ORION!—“Buddy

SLICE!

Silence.

“…oh Primus… you don’t think…”--Breakdown

SLAM!

Megatron exits the training room angry.

No Buddy to be seen.

Soundwave comes out of nowhere sprinting to the training room.

Knockout and Breakdown follow.

Soundwave on his knees holding an extremely injured Buddy.

“Help—Buddy!”--Soundwave

Buddy needed to leave the Nemesis.

And Optimus Prime was his last hope.

He was her last hope.

Now time to wait for the next part!

[quirekey]

Alright I had this idea when I woke up so I apologize if it doesn't make sense, but I'd love to see like either headcannons or a short little fic about the Auto-Cats dealing with Knockout and Breakdown coming over to reader's house. Like I feel like the only way reader would be able to interact with them is outside (cue reader being stared down by Bumblebee standing in the window screaming like a banshee). I think it'd be so funny because the only reason Knockout is coming around is because reader gladly pampers him (Breakdown is here just because he goes where Knockout goes).

Hope you're having a good day/night, and thank you for listening to my rant (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—👍

-🦝 anon

WWAWAWA THIS IS SO CUTESY I WILL DO IT

[ TFP characters as Cats/Kittens ]

INCLUDES

[ knockout, breakdown, bumblebee, bulkhead ]

FANFIC

You own a small house that holds all of the Auto-cats. You are closely connected to every kitten you have taken in and they all love each other. The Decepti-cats were mostly strays. You would take them in but your current cats despise them, so it would be almost impossible.

Knockout was a frequent visitor, appearing every once in a while for grooming. You always allowed him in because he was a cute kitten and who could turn the fella down? Breakdown was usually with Knockout and would either wait outside or join Knockout.

Today, you heard a gentle thump on your front window and you knew who that was. You pulled the curtain up and saw the red and blue fluffballs, oh how cute they were! Knockout yelled loudly at you so you quickly unlocked and slid the window open.

Bumblebee ( who was curled up on the couch ) immediately woke from his slumber and hissed from afar. He was not happy AT ALL, he did not want to see the decepti-cats nor did he want to see you cleaning and pampering them. Bumblebee wouldn’t try to attack but just yell from the sidelines.

You merely just chuckled and grabbed the hygenic; red fluff ball and the big, fluffy, blue fluff ball, carrying the two in your arms. You made your way to the bathroom and past the other rooms.

Bulkhead waddled into the living room from your bedroom and saw you carrying the two. The big fella was absolutely distraught, he felt betrayed. Bulkhead slowly started sulking and bumblebee ran to comfort the boy, head-butting and rubbing against him as a sign of platonic love.

You dropped Knockout and Breakdown off in the empty bath-tub and made your way to the sobbing Bulkhead. The poor guy was in loaf-mode with his head down, his little ears flopping down. Bumblebee hisses at you until you crouched down and started petting the both of them.

”I love you guys a lot, don’t think I’d ever replace you two.”

The two looked up at you with eyes that spoke…

”You promise?”

You jeered an ‘aww’ and kept petting them, showing them that you will love them forever. Bulkhead planted his small face into your palm while Bumblebee kept rubbing his head at your hand.

You rose up and made your way to the bathroom, going back to your main-objective.

[rowiewritesstuff]

Transformers Masterlist:

is my format confusing? LMK if it is! I want to make it accessible for everyone.

Color Coding:

Show/Continuity Yandere Fic ❤️ Romantic Fic 💑 Platonic Fic 🫂 Fic Name colored in red means TRIGGER WARNING. Read at your own risk. ❗ If something is more than one color, it can either be both or INTERPRETED as both.

Transformers Prime

Yandere!Ratchet vs Yandere!Knockout [Part 1]/Yandere!Nickel x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Ratchet vs Yandere!Knock Out [Part 2] ❤️

Yandere!Hardshell x Reader (Transformers: Prime) ❤️

Yandere!Megatron Matchup ❤️

Yandere!Starscream x AircraftMaintenanceTechnician!Reader ❤️

Yandere!Soundwave x Reader ❤️

Soft!Yandere!Optimus Prime x Reader ❤️

Soft!Yandere!Optimus Prime x Reader [Part 2] ❤️

Yandere!Soundwave x SelfHarmRecovering!Reader ❗❤️

Yandere!Shockwave x Reader x Yandere!Soundwave [Polyamorous]❤️

Yandere!Knock Out x Reader x Yandere!Breakdown [Polyamorous] ❤️

Yandere!Wheeljack x Reader/Yandere!Smokescreen x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Arcee x Reader❤️

Yandere!Bumblebee x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Ratchet x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Shockwave x Reader x Yandere!Soundwave [Polyamorous]❤️

Yandere!Shockwave x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Soundwave x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Knock Out x Reader x Yandere!Breakdown [Polyamorous] ❤️

Yandere!Wheeljack x Reader/Yandere!Smokescreen x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Arcee x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Bumblebee x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Ratchet x Reader ❤️

Yandere Breakdown x Reader ❤️

Starscream's Twin!Reader 🫂

Soundwave x Reader [Soulmates AU, Part 1] 💑

Soundwave x Reader [Soulmates AU, Part 2] 💑

Soulmate!Megatron x Reader [Soulmates] 💑

Soundwave x Cybertronian!Assassin!Reader 💑

Smokescreen x Cybertronian!Reader 💑

Optimus Prime Matchup 💑

Optimus Prime x Flirty!Reader 💑

RID 2015

Yandere!Soundwave x Reader

Sideswipe Matchup 💑

Transformers IDW

Yandere!Ratchet vs Yandere!Knockout [Part 1]/Yandere!Nickel x Reader❤️

Yandere!Deathsaurus Matchup ❤️

Yandere!Tarn x Reader ❤️

Rodimus x Reader [Nightmare hurt/comfort] 🫂 💑

Bayverse

Yandere!Optimus x Reader x Yandere!Megatron [Polyamorous] ❤️

Optimus Prime x Reader [Fluff] 💑

Earthspark

Yandere!Megatron x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Tarantulas x Reader ❤️

Frenzy Matchup 💑

G1

Yandere!Soundwave x FemmeAutobot!Reader ❤️

Yandere!Soundwave x Human!Reader [+cassettes] ❤️

Cross/Multi-Continuity

Multiverse!Optimus Primes x Reader [Multiverse, part 1] 💑

Bayverse!Optimus x Bayverse!Reader [Multiverse, part 2] 💑