Hello 🥸 it is me. A stranger. Not princessfbi at all. Just a stranger with a mustache and unwaxed eyebrows. Here to tell you about the time that Tommy came into the station because it was raining and awful and Buck had forgotten his hoodie and he was cold and shivering cus it’s the law and surviving only on hot coffee until Hen cut him off and now he’s freezing to death waiting for dinner and praying the EMS gods don’t see fit to send him outside. And Buck sees Tommy coming up the stairs with a hoodie in hand and just beams. The kind where he smiles so brightly it makes his cheeks pink. And he doesn’t even get a chance to get up before Tommy is dropping a still laundry warm hoodie in front of him and leaning down to kiss the crown of his head. And when Buck says he didn’t have to, Tommy just shrugs and says he wanted to. Like it was easy. Like he didn’t just deal with cross town traffic in the middle of the most miserable rainstorm they’d had in a while simply because Buck had complained in the text about how cold he was. And then later when Buck puts it on he sees KINARD on the back and beams some more.
Just a total stranger dropping off a nice thing. 🥸
Now see this is what I needed to read!!!!!!
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tagged my beloved @dearreader thank you sm 😭😭
the last song i listened to: in too deep by sum 41
favorite color: black
currently watching: attack on titan
spicy/savory/sweet: sweet > spicy > savoury
relationship status: dating the coolest girl to ever exist <3
current obsession: sword art online, taylor swift, tattoos, my chemical romance. think attack on titan is a new hyperfixation for sure
favorite board game: SCRABBLE. also monopoly, also dnd if it counts.
coffee or tea: tea
favorite piece of clothing i own: my eras tour hoodie or my black lacy leathery sparkly lingerie set. usually worn together.
last movie i watched: it was either tron or highlander (i think) (don’t judge me)
dogs or cats: cats :3 obligatory missy pics + niko
tagging: @approximateknowledge @singlethread @xeolf @slut-kiss-g1rl @ anyone else who wants to do this sorry i’m bad at urls 😭😭😭😭
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If you have the time, like & forward all posts announcing yibo attending IQIYI scream night 💕
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@deliicacymercy made this amazing fanart for the fic snip-it I posted of Rory, so who am I to deny them the full chapter.
Here's the first chapter of "The Knack," my Transformers OC fic.
Notes: its a Knockout-Centric Fic with a human OC. Breakdown is alive and well. Optimus is alive and well. Set in the Prime Universe: Post Predacons Rising, Pre-RID15 (or disregarding RID15 in general)
Chapter 1: Never Happened
“Knockout. Are you coming back soon?” Breakdown asked through his radio.
“Soon enough.” He replied. Even though he was in vehicle mode, it sounded as if he was gritting his dentaplates. “I have a human watching me.”
His partner laughed through the intercom. “What? Afraid to blow you’re cover? You’ve never cared about that slag before. Where are you?”
“Sending my coordinates. I was on my way home but ran into some… trouble. I’m trying to keep a low profile. This human looks like a screamer.”
“Speeding again?”
“Bingo, BD. This area is flooded with human law enforcement vehicles. I swear it’s like there’s one on every corner… Prime said we’re supposed to be ‘robots in disguise.’ If I make another scene Ratchet will make me do hotspot duty. Again.”
“Right. Well-”
“Finally! The human is leaving. Knockout; Out.” He ended the transmission quickly as the human in question walked closer to the car. Instead of continuing down the sidewalk, they stopped next to Knockout’s side mirror. They pulled a piece of paper off the thing they had been fiddling with, then flipped it over and scribbled something on the back.
It took everything Knockout had not to smack them away as they lifted up one of his windshield wipers and tucked the paper neatly under it. He was trying to be a better bot. If he kept causing issues, the Autobots might have second thoughts about giving him so much freedom. He remained tense as the human placed their hand on his hood.
“Don’t see many beauties like you around here.” They said under their breath. “Thanks for letting me draw you. Love the sticker thing.” Then, they patted his hood and walked away.
Knockout sat there for a moment stunned. First, yes, he was quite beautiful. More humans should be like this one and notice that. Second, they had spoken to him. Not at him. Not to some fake driver. Him. Third, they had touched him. Their grubby little human fingerprints were no doubt on his hood now. He was going to have to pull over and fix that before returning to base. Not to mention whatever it was that they stuck under his window wiper. It was terribly itchy.
Still, he watched them turn the corner down the street. He had many questions. Were any of them worth pursuing? The blinking missed message from Breakdown on his dash told him no.
“Stay out of trouble, Speedster.” The text read.
He turned on his engine then rolled out. He would stay out of trouble… for now.
…
Knockout pulled over at an abandoned gas station far outside the city. He ran a quick scan and found no incoming vehicles in the immediate proximity. He was far enough from the highway to be out of sight as long as he remained under the canopy. He took a ‘running’ start and flipped into robot mode inches before ducking under cover.
First thing first; he pulled the thin sheet from between his plating. It had ended up in his abdomen under his central chest plate but it was easy enough to remove. Really, it was remarkable the little thing didn’t tear.
He was about to toss it aside but a streak of cherry red caught his attention. On the paper was a loose render of his alt. mode. It looked like the concept cars he’d seen in automobile enthusiast magazines. Knockout stared at the little image for a long moment.
It was beautiful, in a sort of imperfect way. Even the stray lines worked in its favor.
Artistry was not foreign to him. While he didn’t exactly consider himself an artist, he knew artistry well. When someone is passionate about something, it shows in their work. Which is how his finish looked the way it looked; Breakdown was always incredibly meticulous and careful. This had a similar level of care.
Why would the human leave this for him?
He turned it over to the back and found a short message. “Love the paint job. - @ky-ltd.”
“Kai L-T-D?” He repeated aloud incredulously.
Was this some kind of bribe? If they knew he was sentient, then was this some passive way of sucking up to him? Was he that obvious?
He shook the thought away. Maybe it was something he could ask Fowler about at a later date. Though, the agent was skeptical, at best, of the former Decepticon. Who’s to say he would answer him honestly.
Next problem: the smudge on his now chest plate. It was extremely tiny. Barely visible. But ‘barely’ might not cut it. If the Autobots thought he’d been hanging out with a human, he’d never hear the end of it.
He chuckled to himself at the thought.
Humans were disgusting.
Knockout pulled a microfiber cloth from his glovebox, which was now a small compartment in his chest. The graphite smear came off with a single swipe.
“There.” He sighed as he tucked the cloth away. “It never happened.” He paused to look at the little piece of paper between his digits. “It never…” Before he completed his thought, he shoved the paper in his glove box and flipped into vehicle mode.
[CHAPTER 2]
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