#transformers reader insert

[chillerss]

TFA Bumblebee / fem!Reader — Tuxedo

A/N: This one was requested by Tori in the (upcoming) IKYS discord server, who gobsmacked me with this glorious idea.

Request: Bumblebee sees Y/N in a tux.

Note: fem!Reader, established best friends that is maybe possibly now turning romantic… Bee would die for you.

Warnings: None!

Bumblebee did not know what a tuxedo was. He was super confused at first. Some kind of human attire that makes their protoforms more… formal?

You had to explain it like three times before you gave up. He still didn’t get the point. What was the point? He thought you looked awesome all the time.

You still had the one you had at your house, sitting in your closet largely forgotten about because you never really had any opportunity to wear it. It was sick—obviously—so you kept it around in the back of your mind just in case.

And herein came the perfect opportunity.

He brought you back home so you could snag it, brush the dust off of it, and show it off for all of the ‘Bots to see.

When you practically tumbled back into his interior with a big vertical cloth bag, he was now really confused.

“That’s a tuxedo?! It’s a bag! You think a soft garbage bag makes you look fancy?!”

“Oh my— it’s not a garage bag! It’s a protective bag. The tux is inside the bag.”

“Oh.”

When you got back to the plant, you zipped through and down the hall, bypassing Bulkhead at light speed who thought something was wrong. Why were you running so fast?

The excitement was just exploding. Finally, an excuse to wear it!

The Autobots had set up a little space for you in one of the spare rooms to call your own, and in it there was a small rack for you to hang some clothes, a mirror, and a massive stockpile of blankets and pillows for sleepovers. Thank Primus for that mirror.

Putting it on was a glorious process, and checking yourself out in your mirror brought you a great deal of pride. A tuxedo looked good on you, no denying that.

When you came sauntering into the main living space, the Autobots were waiting patiently (and thoroughly confused).

Bumblebee’s jaw dropped.

He understood. Now he gets the point.

There was something so distinguished about you, proud and confident like you were the star of the show that he didn’t even realize was happening.

He loved the way you carried yourself already, but this? Primus.

You could have kicked him right there and he probably would have thanked you for it. Honestly.

The sound of his fans kicking on caught the attention of the entire room. Slowly all optics and one pair of eyes landed on him, eyebrows and ridges raised.

The small mech almost blew up on the spot. His helmet really looked like it was about to blast off into the upper atmosphere.

“YEAH, so— I mean, I guess— stop looking at me! Look at her! She’s the one that looks all… all…”

He could feel his circuits burning with the flames of thousands of stars, and not only out of embarrassment. No—this was a new feeling.

And then you laughed, genuinely and happily. And the sound was enough to make the rest of him crumble.

Masterlist

[still-not-over-transformers]

Hi frieeeend! Glad to be one of ur first requests ^^

I was wondering if you could do some TFP Ratchet x female reader 🫣 some smut OR some angsty fluff where Ratchet feels insecure about his age and vitality and y/n (suggestively his s/o) comforts him :)) whatever u choose

Take ur time! ❤️

Whew, never have I ever written so much so quickly (in a good way). I guess I got carried away a bit. Hope you like it :3

*Anything in italics is either a sound effect or a character’s inner thoughts*

Young At Spark

TFP Ratchet x Reader

Warnings: Suggestive

Word Count: 2000+ (Holy Sh*t)

It had been a relatively quiet day in the Autobot base for you. Jack, Miko, and Raph were at school taking their final exams, and the autobots were out on an extensive energon scouting mission somewhere in the rural wilderness of Serbia. You would’ve found a trip to Europe to be a fun outing, but couldn’t bear the thought of leaving your favorite medic alone. As you returned from a brief walk around the halls of the base, a loud *clang* followed by a frustrated and exasperated shout could be heard from the main room. He sounds actually pissed off, you thought to yourself before briskly making your way to the main room. You turned to see Ratchet picking up various shattered metal pieces from the floor, all the while muttering incoherent profanities and curses. 

“Ratchet? Is everything okay?” you asked softly, although the concern was easy to glean from your tone. The medic was clearly surprised by your sudden appearance and seemed a bit startled as his blue optics locked onto you. “Oh, (Y/N)... E-everything is fine. I just… was clumsy and dropped the device I was trying to adjust. I um, I’m sorry if I may have startled you.” In fact, everything was indeed not fine with Ratchet, as that morning his thoughts had gotten away from him and locked onto you, and not in the way he usually enjoys.

I can’t upset (Y/N) with my frivolous doubts. Albeit it will be difficult as her mental prowess is always… rather intuitive, the aging medic tried to silence his thoughts and re-focused on (Y/N). Ratchet cleared his throat as he noticed you had already conjured up a broom, “No need for that, I shall clean up my own mess.” You paused at the increasingly odd behavior of the normally composed medic, and you began to grow suspicious of why he seemed to be hiding something from you. 

You two had been close for some time, albeit when you first met the resident Autobot medic it wasn’t a great first meeting. With Ratchet insisting the base was getting far too crowded. You quickly won him over though. Unlike the kids, you were far more mature and patient, and you didn’t actively break his tools or go off placing yourself in unnecessary danger, like a certain someone with pink puffball hair… Another admirable quality you possessed was your sharp mind, and your ability to quickly grasp new concepts and actually be interested in things like science.

The first time Ratchet really noticed you was when he was struggling to decipher an unfamiliar set of code which had come into their possession regarding imperative intel. Despite applying the standard techniques to decipher the code, there was some sort of new trick that had been embedded in the code. As (Y/N) had watched the medic continuously failed to succeed, you had been watching closely, and had noticed the answer didn’t lie in breaking the code through conventional means, rather through a visual pattern. Your sharp eye and wit had spotted a pattern of certain colors and symbols, and after explaining this to Ratchet, the two of you were able to team up and crack the code. 

“Ratchet… What’s actually going on? You seem upset at more than accidentally breaking something. You know you can tell me anything, right?” You looked up at him, hoping the medic would let you help him. Primus, she’s onto me, Ratchet quickly finished picking up the broken mess on the floor, before turning towards (Y/N). “I appreciate your concern for me, I do, but I insist it was just a fleeting moment of frustration. Nothing more.” Before you could open your mouth to say anything else, the comms system flashed and Optimus Prime’s voice sounded over the audio “Ratchet, we require your presence immediately. We are taking Decepticon-fire and Arcee is down!”

His azure optics widened in surprise before turning to you. “I’ll man the groundbridge. …Be careful, otherwise I may throw a wrench at you” you had an ever-so-slight smile on your face, but your heart was still heavy as no one could ever foresee when things would go wrong. “I promise to return unharmed” Ratchet said softly, hoping that you wouldn’t fret too much over him, before powering up the groundbridge and speeding through in his alt-mode. 

As Ratchet sped through the swirling vortex of green and blue energy, his thoughts from earlier resurfaced. He had been replaying the moment you had first met, the first time you had touched servos/hands, the moments where he would place you on his shoulder as you both reviewed data and worked on projects.

The memory that was the source of his inner turmoil was the first time you kissed. You had shifted your weight on his shoulder and just planted one right on his lips. He could remember the rush of heat to his entire frame, something he had not experienced since his youth back on Cybertron, and that was a very long time ago. It wasn’t long after that you two had been intimate with one another, albeit it took a lot of learning on his part since you were both an organic and far smaller than him. The size difference didn’t bother him much, as he was very VERY creative. You were so vigorous, energetic, passionate, and youthful…. And youth had long since surpassed Ratchet.

 He should be above silly things such as anxiety or doubt, but now he felt all of his confidence melt away as the thought of such a stunning and lively being as yourself, being held back by an old rust bucket with one pede in the well of Allsparks. The very idea of him disappointing you felt equivalent to losing a patient. Spark-crushing. Perhaps it was wrong of him to think some old bot like him could ever give you what you truly deserved from a partner. …*PEW PEW* The resounding ringing of blaster fire pulled the medic out of his anxious self-pitying stupor, and into a battlefield before him.

Ratchet had only just exited the groundbridge, but he could already make out his fellow Autobots as they duked it out with various Decepticons and Vehicons. He had to focus, as he was here as a medic not a sniveling idiot. As his optics scanned the field for the injured Arcee, he saw the femme leaning against a large boulder, pinned down as she took cover from Vehicon blaster-fire. 

His white and scarlet armor glinted in the light of the sun, as he quickly made his way through the battlefield, being trailed by Optimus and Bumblebee as they provided coverfire. Ratchet was able to make it to Arcee, quickly scanning her to assess her injuries. “I’m fine, Doc. Just a few scratches that’s all,” the two-wheeler calmly stated. “Ep-ep! I’m the medic and I will be the one to diagnose y–” Ratchet was interrupted by the sound of crackling electricity from behind. “Nice of you to join the party, Ratchet!” Ugh, not Knockout of all bots… Ratchet thought, as he saw the ever-polished and buffed Decepticon standing a short distance from him. “Knockout, I am in no mood to deal with your incessant posturing…” Ratchet drew his blasters as he glared at Knockout. “Well they do say bots get crankier as they age, huh? Perhaps you’re better suited as a doorstop at your age?” the Decepticon medic cackled. 

Ratchet felt his energon boil and before anyone could realize, he charged at Knockout, optics wide with fury, “You’ll look like a doorstop once I’m through with you!!!” Knockout was taken aback by the sudden vigor and frenzied rage from the Autobot medic, genuinely shocked as to what had gotten into him. “PRIMUS I didn’t know you could move that fast!” Knockout ordered the surrounding Vehicons to begin firing at Ratchet, but was interrupted by opposing fire from Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee. Before Ratchet could reach him, Knockout quickly transformed and retreated along with the remaining Vehicons. 

Ratchet had no choice but to stop his charge, but his rage was not so easily quelled. He was boiling over with anger, HOW DARE HE INSULT ME LIKE THAT? HOW DARE HE ASSUME– Ratchet’s angry thoughts were cut short by the sensation of a large servo on his shoulder, and Optimus’s voice. “Old friend, what has gotten into you? Why would you abandon your patient and charge after Knockout?” Prime’s face was full of concern for his long-time friend and confidant as this was out of character. The medic’s rage began to subside, as he realized what a fool he had made of himself. “M-my apologies Optimus, I don’t know what came over me.” Ratchet immediately went back over to Arcee and helped her onto her pedes, ashamed at his actions. 

Back at base, (Y/N) powered up the groundbridge after receiving the call from Optimus. You were still worried about Ratchet, as you had been struggling to think of what on earth he was so upset about. As the portal opened, the Autobots began to make their way through, including Ratchet who was assisting an annoyed Arcee into the base.

As you began to acknowledge everyone’s return, Bulkhead suddenly approached Ratchet, “What the scrap was that about?!” Ratchet’s optics briefly darted towards the wrecker, but as in usual fashion, the medic turned away and scoffed at the question, “Think nothing of it. Just stress from being engaged in combat.” Despite being assisted by Ratchet, Arcee piped in with her concerns “Bulkhead has a point, Ratchet. You lost it at whatever Knockout said to you. What gives?”

Growing increasingly frustrated with the sudden interrogation, Ratchet snaps his helm around “I’ve already told you that it was inconsequential. Now let me proceed with scanning you for injuries and move on!” The tension in the room could’ve been cut with a knife as the rest of the group falls silent, and no one presses the matter further. Standing at the controls, you were taken aback by Ratchet’s behavior, as this was severely out of character for your normally patient, if a bit sassy-medic. But you remained silent as you watched Arcee begrudgingly allow Ratchet to assess her. 

It wasn’t long before Arcee returned to the main area of the base, being cleared of any injuries by Ratchet, but you noticied that he had yet to reappear. Normally the only other area on base you could find Ratchet would be in one of the back storerooms which usually housed various supplies. You quietly made your way through the halls, the faint sound of something falling making you hone in on one particular room. The motion-sensors on the door allowed you entry into the storeroom, and you quickly spotted Ratchet with his back turned against one of the shelves. It felt as if you were walking on glass as you approached him, “...Ratchet? You’re really starting to worry me. Can you please, please… tell me what is wrong?” 

“...I’m sorry, (Y/N) for worrying you. That is the last thing I would want to do to you” Ratchet replied, but his back remained turned away from you. You approached him and closed the door behind you. Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around his heel in a hug, hoping your touch would comfort him “I know. But Ratchet��. You are hurting yourself by holding in.. whatever it is that’s making you act this way. We’ve been through too much for you to shut yourself off from me.” A heavy sigh escaped from the medic’s vents and he shifted his frame to look at you.

As you briefly stepped back, he knelt down to move his faceplate closer to your level, “You deserve to know of course… You deserve better. …Perhaps if I was in a different field of medical training, I would be better suited to explain myself, so I shall try my best.” He took a deep breath, clearly struggling “I’ve been concerned that I may not be the mech best suited for you.” 

You stood before him frozen as you struggle to process his words, “...Come again?” Ratchet felt as if someone were twisting a blade in his gut, but continued, “I meant that you deserve the best. You are so kind and full of life and vigor, and I am perhaps too old to provide you with what a younger mech could.” He can’t bear to meet your gaze any longer, and turns his face away from you in shame. He is shocked to feel a brief sting on his helm, looking back to see you holding a small wrench in your hands. “Hopefully that will knock some sense back into you” your eyes were welling-up with tears as you dropped the wrench.

“You really think your age would change how I feel for you? You think I would care what anyone, bot or con or human has to say about it?” You approach Ratchet and gently place your hands on his cheeks, staring deeply into his optics, “Ratchet, you are the only man for me. So what if you’re mature and full of experience? You’re my one and only and don’t ever think otherwise.” You lean in and plant a deep and sweet kiss against his cool lips. 

It felt like time stood still as he looked at your beautiful face. Your warm lips were like fireworks as you pressed them to his, How can she be this perfect? How do I deserve her? Ratchet’s mind swirled as you pulled away from him, feeling a gentle brush as he swiped a tear from your eye with a servo, “(Y/N), please forgive me for putting you through such torment. I… I was insecure about many things. I still wonder if I am truly capable of fulfilling all of your needs.”

You stepped forward and kissed him again, albeit with a little more heat. You raised an eyebrow as you pulled away, a devilish grin playing on your lips, “You have always fulfilled my every need. You could always test how well you’re able to please me…?” The look in your eyes and tone in your voice was easy for the medic to decipher. He felt his frame heat up and his engine rev, “...I suppose I can run a few… tests to see the results.” He gave you a half-cocked smirk before gently scooping you into his servo and setting you on one of the upper shelves, before showering your neck and collarbone in sensual kisses. 

Primus, hopefully no unlucky soul needed any supplies from that room…

[ratchetsboyfriend]

Welcome back to transformers fanfic (I found your blog during your hiatus, and I love your older work). Since requests are open, could you possibly write some soft MTMTE Drift headcannons of him watching a movie with a human reader? I’ve been a bit down recently, so I would really appreciate it.

Drift is willing to watch all of your favorites, even if he doesn't quite see the same appeal in them that you do. Depending on what your comfort movies are, he's gonna react differently. 

He's not sure why a brutal horror movie would be comforting, especially if you spend half of it cringing and hiding behind your hands, but hey if it floats your boat. Comedies aren't a bad choice to watch with him, some jokes don't land as well without the context of having lived on Earth, but some things are universally funny so he enjoys them enough even if some of the humor is… questionable. If you watch some of the more heart wrenching romantic movies he gets fairly invested, but the cheesy one's he'll good-naturedly tease you for liking even if he did enjoy some of them himself. Intense, dramatic movies that feature journeys of self-discovery and have more open endings are a particular favorite of his if you happen to put them on.

To ensure the best possible viewing experience, he sets up a projector in his hab suite so you can enjoy a more private viewing. There are movie nights for the whole crew but they can get pretty rowdy and that's not the kind of evening you two are looking for. More than one movie night has ended in a brawl.

His berth is lined with a plethora of cushions and blankets that have been sourced from various planets you've visited. Drift has plenty of money and he's more than happy to splurge on creature comforts like these and it's nice to go shopping for them together. He's also spared no expense on getting your favorite treats for the night, regardless of how much effort it took to source them. The way you light up when he presents them to you is worth every penny.

Whether you start out the night sitting next to him in a heap of blankets or nestled in his lap surrounded by pillows, you will end up sprawled across his chest by the end of the night. He lays out plenty of your soft cushions and blankets atop himself so that you can maintain maximum comfort while cuddling against his much harder frame. It's hard not to fall asleep like that in the middle of the movie since he'll absent-mindedly start stroking your back.

He doesn't mind talking during movies and will happily discuss the plot as it's happening, but if you're too focused on the story to speak he's just as good with silent viewing. He's particularly fond of when you get excited and point out your favorite scenes, making sure to pay special attention to those parts of the movie.

If you want to make watching movies together a regular occurrence, he'd agree immediately and would be delighted to help you pick what to watch in the future. Rewatching movies you've seen before or finding something new to view are both fine with him, it's spending quality time together that's important.

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

POV: You’re a British tourist that got lost in the Nevada desert

Bonus 👇:

Part 2

[bizarre-disjointed]

hear me out on this chat

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

I find it funny imagining that you finally get to be intimate with a transformer only for them to pull out a usb cable 😭

[izsheum]

GOD IM DERANGEDDDDDDDD

thank you ann for showing me the guy who didnt like musicals…ratchet is now The Strange Biology Professor in my head.

sighs dreamily i wish he’d sing and dance to me while i was strapped to a chair and forced to watch

[raspberrighost]

... big metal wife

[cheschesterpossum]

Learning the other species's history.

[still-not-over-transformers]

Thank you for mentioning me! 🥹❤️❤️

List of known Cybertronian Reader-Insert Tumblr Writers (WIP)

Disclaimer: This doesn't mean all their posts are related, they've just posted /cyber read (#bot reader, in some cases) at least once. Scenario / head-cannon accounts will be included.

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@zenniet

@blueraspberryrodimus

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@my-naughty-writings-and-musings

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@tfwhynoy

@transformers-scenarios

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@cyber-streak-2

@jackrabbitem

@lordmegadumb

@imagine-the-energon

@onlyyvette

@nilawii

@robot-horde

@still-not-over-transformers

@emotionallyattachednerd

[chillerss]

₊ ⊹ 🐝 ⊹ ₊ I’ll Keep You Safe — TFA Bumblebee X fem!Reader ₊ ⊹ 🐝 ⊹ ₊

FIVE — Breaking and Entering

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: Please let it be known that I do not condone trespassing or breaking laws. Bumblebee just wants to be a bad influence, lol.

A/N: After four long… dreary… painful months… CHAPTER FIVE OMG. SHE’S HERE I CAN’T BELIEVE IT. I did not like where this one was heading originally, so I scrapped the ending, recycled it into a whole different scene for the future, and this was born. So happy with it now. Enjoy and thank you for your patience!!

₊ ⊹ 🐝 ⊹ ₊

“Do you think he saw us?” You leaned forward in the driver’s seat to be able to gaze out of Bumblebee’s windshield and up toward the sky. Prowl’s silhouette was still moving at a steady pace, not rushed, across the rooftops and away from the plant. Bumblebee wanted to follow him on whatever ‘secret mission’ he was set to accomplish in the dark of night, and you were more than happy to sneak along with him. “It didn’t seem like he knew we were there, but y’never know.”

“It’s Prowl, [Name].” The scout replied as he peeled down the street, struggling to stifle the sound of his own exhaust, “Maybe? Probably. But he’s definitely not gonna know that we’re following him. I’m in stealth mode.”

“Psh, you? Stealth mode?” Your eyes rolled hard and you smiled, “Not possible.”

“I can be stealthy!” He shot back, the light from the center console illuminating your face in the rearview mirror, “Don’t underestimate me.”

“Bee, you’re loud and obnoxious, you don’t have a muffler, and you stick out like a giant yellow highlighter. Literally.” For a second you wondered if your joking insult was a bit too harsh.

“Oh, like your species could be any kind of stealthy? You guys are so squishy, I can practically hear your fluids swishing around from ten kliks away.”

Okay, fair. That was fair. Safe to say that you weren’t too harsh, because he would always bounce back. Something you both loved and still needed to get used to. Plus, you were pretty sure that this mech out of anyone would immediately call you out for it.

Your nose scrunched up into a disgusted scowl, “Ew, don’t say that. Gross.”

“Oh, you don’t like it, huh?” Bumblebee mocked, “Like that one time you told me you’d climb inside my cables?”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You basically did!” He swerved around a garbage pail that was left a little too far from the sidewalk, squawking as he did so.

The harsh movement rebooted your focus. Your head poked forward to gaze out of the windshield again, and you noticed Prowl was quite a ways up ahead at that point, “Focus, Bee! He’s getting away!”

His engine revved and you were forced backward into the seat with the force, “From me? Nah—I’m the fastest thing on–!”

“I know, I know—whatever. But not right now you’re not–” You looked again to set your sights on him, but the slender mech was now gone. “And now I can’t see him!”

“What?” Bumblebee’s voice went shrill, “How did you lose him?”

Your eyes shot to the cyan light and your nose wrinkled again with feigned horror, “Me?!” You leaned forward once again to get a bit closer to the glowing center console, like it resembled talking directly to his face in any way, “You’re the one that keeps committing distracted driving offenses!”

“Sweetspark, I’m an Autobot,” He teased, slowing until he came to a halt in the middle of the empty roadway, “I literally can’t get distracted while driving.”

“You’re doing it right now! That’s literally how we just lost him!” You pointed up to the rooftops, in the general direction of where you’d last seen Prowl.

“Well, you should have been watching! You’re not the one driving here, so what were you–?”

Both you and the yellow scout let out simultaneous screams when a solid mass landed gracefully only a few inches before Bumblebee’s front bumper, immediately looming over him like a leopard. The seatbelt around you tightened and every single light in his interior lit up to their brightest points, then the scout’s gear shift practically flailed and his tires screeched as he peeled backwards to get away from it—the two of you still screaming in tune with each other.

Until Bumblebee cut his vocal panic off and abruptly came to a stop. You managed to do the same at almost the same time, and your fuzzy vision came back into focus as the short adrenaline rush ran it’s course.

Standing in the same spot he’d landed in was the gold-and-black mech that you’d originally been trying to follow. Although his faceplate was blank, his stiff posture told you immediately that he was absolutely not impressed, nevermind even remotely happy to see his comrade. Or you, probably.

“[Name]’s right, Bumblebee.” He stood straight up and narrowed his sights on the scout, “You’d be a terrible hunter.”

The door beside you popped open and you took that as your cue to step out. Bumblebee then stood and immediately had his servos on his hips while he shifted his weight onto one ped. Then the scout shot his sharp retort back almost instantly, “I can be stealthy! My human partner here was just being a huge distraction, that’s all.”

Your heart did something while it was still struggling to stop pounding in your chest from the scare. Was it happiness? He called me his partner.

But still, your neck snapped to the side so you could glare up at him, “What? You just said that you can’t get distracted while–!”

“Do you mind?” Prowl’s tone silenced you instantly. His digits reached up to his forehead, thoroughly frustrated, and each word was emphasized all in itself, “Can’t a ‘Bot enjoy a quiet night without listening to your constant bickering?”

You couldn’t tell if that was directed at you, or the both of you. But… it did have some truth to it, and you suddenly felt a fair amount of shame coiling in your chest. You never wanted to get on his bad side, and frankly you didn’t think you would have in the beginning. But since Optimus had decided to let you stay, all of that went completely out the window with this irritable alien hermit.

Bumblebee somehow was able to completely ignore the jab, “Well, grouchy. What’re you doing out here anyway?”

“Clearing my processor and minding my own business.” The sleek mech turned his back to the scout and muttered bitterly, “As should you.”

The sounds of his parts shifting left no time for another retort from Bumblebee. Either that, or the young scout simply chose to give up. And with that, Prowl’s engine revved and he was off, straight down the side street before he took a right and ripped out of sight once more.

“Well, someone’s cables are all knotted up.” Your tall yellow friend let out a curt scoff beside you and folded his arms. There was an irritated look all over him, but he tried to look unbothered, “Whatever. Come on, [Name]. Let’s go find something else that’s way more fun and totally not gonna fry our processors.”

You turned once more to look up at him just as he turned to you, “Do you think he hates me because I’m a human?”

The Autobot recoiled a little at the question. He didn't answer immediately, like he was contemplating his words for a moment. Then his optics softened the slightest bit and he knelt down to you, “Nah, [Name]. He’s just a ‘Bot that’s got megacycles-worth of being a pent up stiff powering his processor at all times. He doesn’t like anyone.”

All you did was blink at him for a second. Then your eyes turned back to where Prowl disappeared behind the wall a good ways away, and you let out a disappointed sigh, “He was so nice to me before I met the rest of you guys.”

“Well… you were almost eaten by a dog. He was probably just being nice.” Bumblebee tried to soothe you, but even he could see that it wasn’t really working.

“No, I mean–” You started with an urgent tone, like you had to explain yourself even though you knew that you probably didn’t to him, “He was so nice until I met the rest of you! Why? Did I do something wrong?”

Your friend’s optic lids dropped into a look that said ‘really?’ and he aimed one digit at you to get you to go quiet, “I just told you why. Stop that.”

You blinked, then squinted at him. The urge to respond with yet another playful insult was quickly squashed when you recognized that he was probably right. All throughout your youth, you had a tendency to spiral. And after losing your Gramma, you hadn’t realized that there was no one to stop said spiraling tactic of yours ever since. She was the rock that kept you grounded, and for a while there, no one else could be that rock for you.

Until this crude little neon yellow chatterbox came along. And he probably had no idea how much that one comment was able to bring you back down to reality.

So you shot him a grateful smile, “Thanks, Bee. I needed that.”

Then you watched with glee as his optics blew up, cooling vents kicked on, and he leaped back to stand up straight on his peds. He shook off the flushed look as soon as he glanced away from you, “So, now that you blew our cover, why don’t we–”

“I did not–!”

“Why don’t we–” He spoke over you loudly, “–Go racing around the city like we originally planned?”

Your irritation at the jab immediately dissipated and a bright smile broke out across your face, “Yeah!”

His signature smirk reappeared, then he bent down and balled his fists in excitement before shifting back into his vehicle mode and revving his engine louder than you’d ever heard it before. The door popped open wide and you jumped back in, fairly used to the strange feeling of the seatbelt reaching over to buckle itself before you were off.

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You didn’t know how upset Liz was going to be by the time you went home in the morning, but at that moment in time, you really didn’t care. Because this was truly the most fun you’d ever had in your life. She didn’t say no, but… she didn’t seem very lively in her text messages either.

Whatever. It was a problem for the morning, now that you’d be out all night long with Bumblebee.

The scout in question drifted with screeching tires around and around the same lamppost until it nearly made you sick. Only when you threatened to yack did he stop while squealing in protest himself.

It was close to midnight then, but the city of Detroit was still lively even at such a late hour. There were cars driving by everywhere you went that had loud music blasting with windows all the way down, and for a second you were genuinely shocked that you hadn’t come across anyone else that wanted to race yet. It was a Friday night during the summer and the weather was beautiful. Where were they all?

Bumblebee didn’t even seem to care. He was just happy to drive around with you along for the ride. The mech showed you a few of his favorite spots to punch his gas pedal, and from the looks of those roads, he’d been there many times before. They were practically painted with long stretching streaks of black—ribbons of pasted rubber ingrained into the asphalt. How often did he need to change his tires? Every single time you’d seen them, they looked brand new!

“Maybe we should go to the bridge and leave some skid marks there too!” The excitement and joy in his voice was immeasurable, “The cops would love that!”

You were in the middle of tossing your backpack into the passenger’s seat after grabbing your water bottle, “Yeah, uh, how do you get away with all of this all the time?”

“Uh, I don’t.” When your head turned to raise a questioning brow at the lit up center console, he stammered, “I mean, I do! But I’m pretty sure they do not like me.”

You let out a small snort of amusement, “Have you ever been caught?”

“Sorta, but they’ve never actually caught me. I don’t think they try too hard either because we kind of do all the heavy lifting for them. Plus, I’m too fast.” Bumblebee shifted gears once more with an aim to leave the parking lot and he rolled forward, “Actually, I think I’d be the best getaway driver ever.”

You laughed again and watched as a streetlamp passed by, “I bet they love you.”

“Why wouldn’t they?” He chirped while gear-shifting and ripping around the curb to get back onto the main street, “Like I said, we do like, most of their work for them. If anything, they should be thanking us.”

Your half-lidded, yet very amused eyes landed on the brightening light within his dashboard again, “I’m sure they’d love to thank you for leaving skid marks all over the city too.”

Bumblebee scoffed, “[Name], pavement was made to get marks on it. If they don’t like it, they shouldn’t get to drive their cars all over it.”

“Fair, I guess.”

Bumblebee continued ranting with you in tow as he sped down avenues, ripped corners a little too tightly, and soared by other unsuspecting drivers. You wondered if they could recognize the neon yellow Autobot and if they truly cared about his driving capabilities—or lack thereof. If you weren’t sitting safely nestled in the chassis of a giant robot, you probably would have lost the contents of your stomach eons ago.

As he made yet another cruising turn down toward the main roads, that massive river came into view straight ahead once more. You leaned forward in your seat to be able to stare in subconscious awe. Truly since moving to Detroit from the woods of New York, you’d never seen a river so wide. Lakes, sure—but never a river. The lights from passing cars and buildings along the other side glittered in the water’s reflection even at such a great distance. With each passing moment, Bumblebee surged forward and the river seemed to grow even wider as he neared it until he swung a right, now moving toward the parkway.

“Oh! I know what we can check out!” The giddy ‘Bot piped over the sound of his engine, “You like boats, [Name]?”

“Boats?” The word came out with a tone that screamed confusion, “Uh, yeah? I guess?” One of your brows arched at the lit dashboard once again, “You wanna go check out a boat?”

“Lots of boats!” There was a fresh wave of excitement reverberating in his voice and you didn’t have the heart to mock his choice of activity, not even jokingly. Truthfully, his joy, chatter, and unrelenting energy only further proved how happy he was to be hanging out with you.

This Autobot could take you to a junkyard for all you care. You were just so grateful to have someone who genuinely wanted to hang out with you after such a long period of loneliness.

“Yeah, okay.” It came out in a laugh, “Where are they?”

“At a marlin! On the river!” His confident answer almost made you explode.

“A marlin?” After your response, a full on explosion did in fact happen and you lost it in a fit of laughter.

You could imagine the look of embarrassment on his faceplate based solely on the sound of the screech he let out, “Why are you laughing?!”

“I’m not! I mean, I’m sorry!” The words were broken and you struggled to compose yourself, so you took a breath before you responded again, “It’s a marina, Bee. A marlin is a fish.”

“Ohhhh,” That cyan light within the dashboard stayed bright for a long few seconds, “Those slimy organic things that live in water? Yuck.”

“Yeah, well, marlins are actually pretty stabby, and really fast.” Your eyes were cast back to the river on your left and you pictured the silver-blue creature in your mind, “Don’t wanna get anywhere near one of those.”

“Well, good thing we’re not going in the water tonight.” The Autobot floored his gas pedal once more, peeling around an unsuspecting driver in the right lane, “I just wanna show you a cool spot where we can watch the stars.”

A light smile tugged at the corner of your lip. You missed the dark night skies of the northeast more than anything. “Sounds good.”

It wasn’t that much further of a drive before the parkway grew even more desolate, abandoned by the few other drivers of the night now that it was almost midnight. Then Bumblebee took the exit into a darker part of the outskirts of the city and made a left. That road only brought you closer to the river, until you realized that you were essentially on it’s edge. A thick line of trees and forest shrouded the roadway on both sides and you shivered. It was truly dark, quiet, and almost desolate.

You let out a huff of air when an LED sign with the marina’s name above it’s entrance eventually came into view and Bumblebee drove past it, earning a look of alarm from you. “Shouldn’t we drive through the–?”

“The gates that are closed and locked?” He finished the question for you, “No. I go in the fun way.”

Surely enough, when you looked back at the gate, there was a massive padlocked chain around it’s oversized vertical door handles. The Autobot continued forward with a quiet purr from his engine, and the sound of it made you realize that he definitely could have been quieter than he was before when stalking Prowl. But you opted to tease him for it another time.

Bumblebee’s headlights flicked off after a moment and he pulled up to the curb in a patch of darkness, well away from any streetlights. The distance from the gate wasn’t far at all, but far enough away for you to wonder where he was trying to go. When you stepped out and away from him while he worked to stand, your eyes studied the tall chain link fence, its spaces intertwined with a fabric of sorts so you could barely see through it. It’s height reached at minimum ten-feet, much higher than you could reach, and you knew you’d never be able to climb it with the fabric blocking your fingers from gripping within the spaces.

There were a few quiet mechanical hisses that came from your left, and you looked up at him with an arched brow when he moved to stand beside you, “We’re climbing the fence?”

“No.” Once again, that mischievous grin was back. Bumblebee reached his servos down and presented them to you, offering you his help, “We’re gonna jump over it.”

“Oh,” You blinked, then matched his smile and stepped up into his palm, “Breaking and entering, huh? Two incidents of trespassing in one day? You’re bold.”

“What can I say?” The mech’s servos brought you up to his shoulder plating and he waited patiently for you to find your footing before you sat perched next to his helm, “I told you I’m good at being a bad influence.”

You let out a curt snort of laughter before he asked you if you were ready, which you confirmed, and he made a leap for the fence. The mech easily cleared it while guiding his form with one servo at the top, balancing without pressing his weight down completely to avoid collapsing it. After most of him was on the other side however, a loud crash rang out, to which Bumblebee let out a squawk and stumbled frantically. And within not even a full second, he’d found his footing once again beside a collection of empty barrels, some that were now lying on their sides and rolling away.

The ‘Bot’s wide optics cast a sideways glance over to find you with your arms wrapped around his helm for stability, one hand gripping onto his left horn with solid white knuckles.

He tried to shrug the mishap off with a scoff, “You’re fine.”

“Yeah, and you’re stealthy alright.” Your eyes were going to start to hurt from rolling all the time now.

Bumblebee shot you a teasing smile before he focused once more on the task at hand. The marina was lit up before him, but it was like that every single time he’d come here, so it wasn’t alarming in the slightest. He knew that sometimes an older human lingered around to make sure nothing nefarious was happening to the many boats in his care, and Bumblebee knew he’d almost been caught sneaking around one too many times. But this time was just like any other time. He'd get up there to his quiet little perch with you in tow, and you’d both be able to sit and chat about anything and everything until the sun came up if you wanted to.

When the mech began to look around once more, he found that there was resistance coming from where you were sitting quietly on his shoulder. So he cast you another sideways glance, “Hey, uh– I know my horns are cool and all, but can you let go of ‘em? I kinda need to see.”

You hissed through a hot wave of embarrassment. “Don’t trip and scare the crap out of me again so I won’t have to.”

“Hey!” He piped through a laugh he tried to hide, “Look, anything but the horns, okay? They’re sensitive.”

Duly noted. The thought was smug.

The Autobot angled his now-free helm to the left, then to the right, scanning the small clearing a few times just to make sure there really was no one else around. You waited patiently, all scrunched up while leaning with your weight against his shoulder plating for stability and wondering how on earth he’d even found this place to begin with.

“Coast is clear,” He whispered, then pointed one digit at a boat that was suspended high up in mid-air from a maintenance crane along the docks, “Now we go up there.”

“Uh– what?” Your eyes went wide as you whispered back in disbelief, “How are you gonna do that?”

“Relax, [Name]. I do this all the time.” You could hear the smirk in his voice without even having to look at him. He truly was hysterically confident.

It made you nervous at times, you’d admit. But you’d never admit it to him for fear of being mocked or teased in response. Instead, the childish part of you desperately wanted to prove to him that you were brave too—and that you were definitely brave enough to commit misdemeanors all the time.

He ambled out into the open, careful not to move too harshly so you wouldn’t lose your grip on him. Once again, there was no sign of the older human, and you were still totally unaware of his presence even being a possibility. A satisfied smile curled on Bumblebee’s faceplate and he picked up the pace, aiming his strides straight for the tall davit looming ahead.

He wasted no time in his movements but he did make sure to spare a second to remind you to hold on to him. Then he began his ascent, scaling one side of the crane at a quick pace so he could avoid lingering out in the open for too long.

When you looked down, you were suddenly a little queasy. Which was surprising even to you when considering the fact that you’d done nothing other than jump off a quarry ledge for almost the whole day. Still, being within the grounds of an active maintenance facility made you nervous. What couldn’t you see that was just below the surface of the water? Was it even that deep? What if you fell? Would Bumblebee jump too?

Regardless, the bright yellow Autobot reached the edge of the small catamaran, high up in the air above the water, and stretched his limbs out and over it carefully. His movements were tentative, like he was trying more than anything not to leave a scratch on any part of the surface. Or maybe because he was hoping it wouldn’t give out and fall, you wondered.

Bumblebee’s helm turned to you once more as he settled into a comfortable position on the catamaran’s hull. There was a contagious smile all over every one of his features—so innocently happy, it warmed you immediately. He seemed genuinely glad to have you around, and you still couldn’t get over that fact.

His optics droned back to gaze upward into the almost totally clear night sky. There were ribbons of clouds dispersed here and there that were glowing in the moonlight, and countless stars glittered in the darkness beyond. The faintest bands of cool colors blended behind them, showing off the hues of the galaxy in spite of the light pollution bleeding in from Detroit’s nightlife.

It was quiet for a few moments as the two of you soaked in the sight. The beauty was almost unmatched—maybe just as beautiful as the night sky out in the middle of the woods of New York. Out there, there were less cities and light pollution, which allowed you to see more colors in the inky blackness of night. But still, the sight of a different set of constellations calmed you just like it did back there. It was true that you missed your home, sure. But perhaps Detroit wouldn’t be as bad as you’d originally thought it would.

After all, you’d only been in the area for a few weeks. Yet you still managed to make one of the best friends you’d ever had in your life, easily. Adjusting to life here was already well on it’s way to being a huge success. Now your next objective would have to be getting back on Prowl’s good side.

“Sometimes when I look up there,” Bumblebee’s voice broke you out of your trace. You looked over to him from your spot on his shoulder as he continued, “I wonder if one of those stars is actually Cybertron. Kind of a longshot, I know. It’s really far away. But I still like to think it’s one of ‘em.”

Your eyes watered just a little bit in the cool breeze before you found yourself wrapping your arms around your knees, careful not to fall from your spot atop his chassis. The thought of missing home made you look back up to the glittering constellations once more, and a quiet sigh left your lungs. You felt almost mournful, like you’d left behind a huge part of yourself when you left your lifelong home. But the reality you faced now was that those feelings must be nothing compared to Bumblebee’s. His home was probably lightyears away–apparently war-torn and divided.

The home you’d known all your life was only a good few hours away, and his was totally out of reach and unrecognizable. The thought made the heart in your chest lurch with sympathy.

You dragged your eyes back down from the stars in favor of your friend once more, “What’s Cybertron like?”

“Right now?” He let out a curt tch without looking at you, “It’s a mess. The Decepticons attacked us, deemed all Autobots traitors, then they totally destroyed everything. We left on a scouting mission because we had to, and we ended up here while we were all knocked out in stasis lock. Woke up, found out the species that’s sorta at the top of the food chain or whatever was cool with us staying, and tried to establish a base here in secret. But that didn’t last long.” His optics fell back down to his peds just before he finished speaking. His next few words came with a tired sigh, “Megatron’s goons found us way quicker than we thought they would. And we’re stranded here.”

You studied his features; the way his optics drew slowly to a close. The way his shoulders slumped against your’s and how his helm drooped a bit. This was the first time you’d seen him get truly emotional about something.

“But before, it was pretty great—aside from the academy. Mostly, I guess. I met Bulkhead there when we were cadets.” His optics brightened at the mention of the wrecker, and it finally prompted a response from you.

“So you did go to school, huh?” A soft smile broke across your face. Hopefully it would brighten his mood, even if just a little.

His unamused, half-lidded optics met your eyes when his helm dramatically flopped to face you, “Yeah, I still don’t know what school is, [Name].”

“It’s a place of agony. Death and despair, a never-ending prison of misery.” The feigned suffering in your voice was already well on its way to thoroughly horrifying the young Autobot.

His optics blew open wide and he reared back like he was physically struck, “What? How?! Why do humans have something like that for their sparklings? I had no idea–!”

“I’m joking, I'm joking.” You gave him a light pat on the top of his helm and after a moment, his posture relaxed a little bit as you continued, “It does kinda suck though. Loads of work that makes no sense to do, like work that doesn’t actually teach you anything about becoming an adult in this world. Bullies. Getting up so early in the morning everyday, your eyes never want to open all the way.” You cast your eyes away as you reminisced, “The bullies are the worst though.”

He was silent for a few heartbeats, then came the sound of a quiet wrr as his neck angled forward so he could look back down at his peds, “Maybe it is like the academy. Bulkhead and I were bullied a lot by this one ‘Bot, who I ended up getting–” Bumblebee stared into space for a second before he shook his helm like he’d rebooted himself, “Long story.”

“I can’t imagine why, honestly. Unless you bullied him first.” Your fingertips traced the edge of his chassis, then the thought of aiming a playful jab at him made you smirk, “Maybe it was because you’re a rude, snarky little troublemaking brat.”

The mech shuddered in a loud laugh, “Can’t deny that. But so are you.”

“No! Not even remotely close compared to–”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Bumblebee’s opposite servo reached up and poked you, like he was trying his best a playful shove while minding his own strength, “You’re catching on pretty quick.”

The laugh shared between you both might have been enough to knock you off his shoulder if you weren’t paying attention. He leaned back after composing himself the slightest bit, fully relaxing for the first time since climbing up to the boat, and his helm turned back to gaze up at the stars.

Your eyes studied him for a moment longer. He was funny, there was no denying that. “You’re probably gonna be the death of me.”

Bumblebee scoffed, “Nah, I won’t let you die. You have to be there to take the blame for me. Optimus definitely won't dismantle you.”

“You won’t let me die, but you’ll let me break laws.” You raised your hand and tapped the side of his helm with it.

“No, I’m breaking laws with you. There’s a difference.” He rolled his optics with a smirk, “And breaking laws won’t kill y–”

When Bumblebee cut himself off abruptly, you turned to look at him and immediate confusion flooded your face. His optics stared off into space, but it was very obvious that he wasn’t just dissociating. He was focused—honing in on something—and you had no clue at all what it was.

You turned to look at where you thought his optics were trained. Then another drawn out pause ended when you could no longer stand it and your brows shot up your forehead, “What’re you looking at now?”

“Shh.” He hissed quietly. Another heartbeat and still, nothing. Until slowly, his limbs began to grow rigid. His posture straightened once more, and he craned his neck back to search the skies above him.

You did the same, and that was when you finally heard it. A low, deep rumbling cascading through the air. It was distant, pretty faint, but it was definitely there. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and a massive pit opened up in your stomach. You didn’t know what it meant, but you knew that you did not like the way Bumblebee was acting.

Bumblebee leaned forward without warning and straightened up before he moved to stand, one servo reaching out to cup the air around you so you wouldn’t fall from your place beside his helm. His knees were slightly bent, with optics that were trained intently on the sky. The Autobot was very obviously preparing himself for something that you were completely blind to.

The thought almost made you burst on the spot. You needed to know what was wrong. “Bee, what are you looking at?”

Another agonizing pause. Until he raised his opposite servo and pointed up into the sky, “That.”

High up in the clouds, the vibrations in the air grew stronger. A small bead of muted color was barely visible in the moonlight as it rapidly soared in and out of the cloud coverage. Whatever it was, it surged with bursts of speed a few times before it banked to the left and seemed to go stationary. Your eyes struggled to focus in on the tiny floating object. “What is that?”

The rumbling grew even louder and far more intense, until it finally clicked in your head. That was the sound of a fighter jet closing in, and fast.

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@kitgirl91 Request

I lost the original request message but I had a screeenshot :3

Ain’t I Good to You?

(TFA Blitzwing x Female Human Reader)

Warnings: None other than intense simping :3

Word Count: ... 2400+ (I got a tad carried away)

Lingo: “Cher” (pronounced ‘sha’) = Cajun term of affection/endearment 

To those unfamiliar, Blitzwing’s 3 personalities are known as Icy, Hothead, & Random

Art courtesy of my beloved requester: @kitgirl91 BEHOLD THE TALENT

Inspiration for this request: The Mask Soundtrack - Susan Boyd - Gee Baby, Ain't I Good To You

The Decepticons had been promptly defeated at the hands of the Autobots, and brought back to Cybertron. Blitzwing was one of said Decepticons to be humiliated by being paraded through the streets of Cybertron as prisoners. But the Triple-changer would shortly make his escape and give the guard the slip, stealing a small ship and setting course for the only planet he knew had no Autobot activity anymore: Earth. 

After entering stasis, a few months later Blitzwing would awaken after crash landing on Earth. This time however, Blitzwing would find himself not in New Detroit, but in good old New Orleans, Louisiana. The Decepticon didn’t want to attract too much attention to himself, and immediately searched for a place to hide, and or blend in with. As he still retained his Earth-based alt-modes as a jet or tank, he chose to sneak into a nearby river-side Air Force base. He transformed into his jet-mode as he tried to brainstorm a plan. He would remain there for a few months, having little idea on how to proceed further, and he went into a deep stasis nap. Blitzwing would be slowly awakened one Saturday night to music and an upbeat yet hauntingly beautiful voice. Blitzwing transformed to see a riverboat slowly cruising down the bayou, warm lights illuminating the water as upbeat music echoed across the river, and a sensual and hypnotic voice filled the night. It was a new experience for the Decepticon, and for the first time Blitzwing was silent and listened until the music and that voice faded into the distance. 

The following week was uneventful as usual, Blitzwing growing evermore displeased that he lacked a plan. As the afternoon sun sailed across the sky, Blitzwing took note of a female human making their way through the airbase. This human caught his eye, as she was not dressed in the usual military uniforms of the soldiers or mechanics. Being in the back area of the base, and being utterly bored out of his mind, Blitzwing decided to have a bit of fun. 

You made your way through an array of various military vehicles and aircrafts, all stunning and huge, dwarfing you easily. The air was growing cooler as an Autumn breeze blew through, making you clutch tighter at your coat. A loud clang rang out to the side and you struggled to see anyone through a lineup of various fighter jets and helicopters. Curiosity got the better of you and you stepped to the side to investigate, “Hello?” A rather large fighter jet was before you, but something was off about it as its coloring did not match any of the other similar models. 

Suddenly the jet moved swiftly, lifting upright before transforming completely into a massive winged tan robot. Its face spun around rapidly, settling on a cool bluish face with a red optic and one monocle-like optic, staring down at you expectantly. Despite the shock, you just stood there calmly looking at him. 

Blitzwing’s gaze was fixed upon you, raising an optic ridge in curiosity, “You are not afraid, human? How curious you’ve no concern for your own life.” Again, his faceplate spins violently, revealing the black faceplate and scarlet red crazed jack-o-lantern optics and mouth of Random. He cackles in an excited and mildly psychotic tone, “This human is crazy! I like crazy…” Round and round Blitzwing’s faceplate spins, now revealing Hothead, his bright red faceplate and optics glaring down at you. He aggressively moves towards you, his optics obscured by a visor, but the angry expression on his face was easily readable, “Are you working with ze Autobots, human?! That’s why you aren’t cowering in fear, isn’t it!?” 

You raise your hands up in a gesture of innocence, hoping to convince the massive robot before you you weren’t any threat, “I have no idea what an ‘Autobot’ is. I’m not really sure what you are to be honest.”

“Why then are you not frightened of me? Do I look like I’d want to be friends with ze likes of you?” Icy said calmly, although in his mind he was genuinely intrigued by the fearless organic before him. Blitzwing’s face spun again, “OOOOOH Maybe we can make friendship bracelets!” Hothead took over and again, he spoke aggressively towards you, “What is a puny human like you even doing walking around in a military airbase?!”

You paused before explaining yourself, “Oh, well I was finishing up details regarding an upcoming job. Going to perform next month here to boost morale for the troops. Had to sign a bit of paperwork regarding my pay.”

The calm Icy took over and raised an optic ridge curiously, “Vat kind of performance?”

“I’m a Jazz singer. Not sure if you’d know what Jazz is, or music… but it’s my profession and most importantly my passion. I’m finally booking more gigs, last weekend was my first time performing on a riverboat. It was magical if I’m honest,” you spoke candidly, finding Blitzwing’s accent to be slightly adorable. 

“Vait…” Icy glances over at the nearby river on the other side of the river-side airbase, “Zat was your voice I heard?”

You were taken aback, “You heard me? How long have you been hiding in this airbase?”

“...Long enough. Ze music was… acceptable. And your voice… wasn’t displeasing” Icy said slowly, perhaps giving you a hesitant compliment. 

You smiled slightly, finding this strange giant robot to be rather endearing. “You know I will be performing this evening at “The Cat’s Meow” Jazz Club. It’s an outdoor venue, so you’re welcome to come if you’d like.” You extend your hand towards Blitzwing, a silver ticket stub in your grasp. 

Icy took a pause, considering whether or not to accept the ticket, before Random took over and eagerly snatched the ticket from your hands. “How could ve refuse such an offer!” he chuckled excitedly. 

You stepped back briefly as the ticket was taken from your hands, but you couldn’t help but smile, “I can see you aren’t one to pass a good time up. I should probably be on my way and get ready for the show. You know, I didn’t catch your name, cher?” 

The Decepticon was shocked at how calm and comfortable you were around him, after all he was a battle-hardened warrior, killer and a giant robot, yet you showed him such courtesy as if he were just another human. “Oh… Blitzwing…” he replied hesitantly, feeling almost compelled to tell you. 

“Well Blitzwing, if anyone gives you trouble at the door, cher, just tell them you’re a guest of (Y/N)” you flashed a sincere but slightly coy smile at the Decepticon before giving him a friendly wave of your hand and making your way off of the military base. 

Blitzwing stood there in silent shock as you left, leaving him burning with multiple questions. “Cher? This word is strange” Icy pondered, a servo on his chin. His faceplate spun and Random took over, “Perhaps it’s a human word for cute!” Icy presented himself once more, staring at the ticket in his servo, your invitation still standing. He could just crush the ticket and be done withy it, but there was something about you…

Night fell on New Orleans, and the city came alive with lights, and hundreds of people flocking to the streets to enjoy various events and libations. High in the sky, Blitzwing hovered in jet-mode above the outdoor venue of “The Cat’s Meow.” After a bit of convincing himself, Blitzwing found the courage to land and enter the Jazz club. The bouncer at the door was definitely not expecting a Decepticon to attempt entry to the club, but he stood his ground and sweatily asked to see a ticket. 

Usually, it would be Blitzwing’s instinct to blast the human into smithereens, but that would undoubtedly sour the mood for the evening. Instead he presented his silver ticket and spoke, “I am here upon ze request of (Y/N).” The doorman accepted the ticket hesitantly, before allowing the Decepticon entry into the club, but directing him to enter around to the outdoor section to spare the roof. 

After making his way around, Blitzwing entered the outdoor space, which was an array of various tables covered in rich red linens. The area was illuminated by various lights wrapped around trellises and trees, a wooden stage centered at the back, the musicians settling into their positions. Blitzwing looked down at the table below him, awkwardly lowering himself into a sitting position behind the table, his massive frame still towering above it. Blitzwing couldn’t help but feel foolish being here to see a human perform, and it took hours of self-convincing earlier in order to get his aft here. 

“I have no idea how I talked myself into this…” Icy grumbled, his arms crossed. “PLEASE! This is not ze craziest thing we’ve done by far!” Random cackled before going silent as the lights dimmed, leaving one blinding spotlight on center stage. 

There you were, standing in the blinding glow of the spotlight. Your hair was down, but a delicate headpiece of beaded pearls adorned your forehead. Your dress was an ebony color, with a sensual sweetheart neckline and a short hem lined with glittering beads that cascaded from the hem. The ebony color was accentuated by the sparkle of thousands of tiny sequins, which reflected the spotlight and made you shimmer. You turned towards the band members behind you and gave them a nod, cueing them to begin playing a smooth yet upbeat Jazz number, the mood set by the sound of trumpets and a piano. You slowly took hold of the microphone and began singing, your voice sultry and alluring. 

Blitzwing’s optics widened to a point where they nearly burst out of his skull, and his jaw unhinged and was wide open as he struggled to process how stunning you were. This was the same human he met at the airbase? Your voice, your lips, your legs, that dress were all enough to nearly fry his processor circuitry and drive him wild. His faceplate was spinning between all three personalities, each one absolutely shaken by everything about you. 

“She’s like nothing I’ve ever seen…” Icy gawked, short of words. 

“IT IS LIKE BEING GRACED WITH ZE PRESENCE OF AN ANGEL!” Hothead exclaimed, looking like he wanted to break something. 

Random’s glossa was hanging out of his mouth, completely drunk off of your beautiful body and hypnotic voice. 

The song continued, and you began to move around the stage, your hips moving in time with the beat. You dipped down to the ground, before slowly standing up, swishing your hips and waist as you ascended. 

This sent Blitzwing over the edge, and Random loudly whistled at you, having quickly become a complete simp. Hearing the cat call, you turned your attention to see the Decepticon at his table. Continuing your set, you smiled in his direction before pointing to him and blowing a kiss. 

 Random took over and stood up, whistling even louder in adoration and worship of you, “Keep it UP BABY!” 

The song slowly came to its final portion, albeit to Blitzwing’s dismay as he wanted this to go on forever. With a final breath, the last lyrics left your painted lips and the song concluded. The resounding sound of applause filled the club, the loudest clapping being from Blitzwing’s massive metal servos. As the rest of the club patrons applauded your performance, Blitzwing’s sharp optics spotted one human patron who wasn’t participating. 

Hothead’s face spun around, steam visibly leaving his nostrils as he stomped over to the unsuspecting patron, startling the man, “YOU’D BETTER START CLAPPING BEFORE I MAKE YOUR INSIDES YOUR OUTSIDES!” The unsuspecting critic nearly jumped out of his skin and began clapping for his life. 

As the cheers continued, audience members began tossing flowers onto the stage. Icy took note of this and began formulating a plan. 

After you had made your way back to your dressing room, there was a firm knock at the door. Out of curiosity, you opened it to see who it was, only to be pleasantly surprised to see a certain Decepticon gazing back at you. 

Blitzwing was blushing madly, especially being so close to you when you looked so beautiful. He cleared his throat, his faceplate spinning to Icy, trying to get the courage to speak to you. “Your show was… more than words than express. You are ze most talented and beautiful thing I have laid optics on. I got something for you” his voice was oddly shaky. He knelt down and revealed a massive bundle of roses and vines from behind his back, the flowers taking up a quarter of your dressing room. “I saw flowers are a sign of worship, so I brought you all ze flowers from the garden.” 

You were stunned by the gift, it being obvious that Blitzwing had removed the roses from the nearby trellises. You tried to stifle a laugh and flashed the biggest grin, “That is mighty sweet of you, cher. To think you actually came to see me and shower me with so much praise.” 

“You are a GORGEOUS LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS. I WILL BREAK DOWN MOUNTAINS FOR YOU!” Hothead expressed passionately. 

“Oh my…” you giggled, “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” You stepped closer to the massive Decepticon before you, closing the distance. “For being so sweet, I think you deserve a little something as well,” your voice was charismatic and smooth. You leaned in closer to his faceplate, and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

His faceplate spun around and around and around… for what seemed like an eternity. An excited and loud laugh escaped from Blitzwing’s mouth, Random’s optics wide and his spark beating rapidly. So many thoughts and feelings flashed through his processor that he felt he might explode, “I FEEL LIKE I’VE FLOWN TO ZE MOON AND BACK!” His optics turn back towards you and he suddenly calms himself, maybe a little worried he might frighten you. His faceplate reverts back to Icy and he clears his throat, “...ahem.. My apologies, sometimes I get carried away.” 

Your smile widened, finding his antics to be endearing. “Don’t sweat it, cher. You’re more than welcome to come to any of my shows in the future,” you spoke softly. “Now why don’t you and I get out of here. Maybe let me show you around town?”

Blitzwing was in absolute awe. You, this tiny human female stealing every one of Blitzwing’s sparks. 

Of course he took you up on your offer. 

*END*

I had WAY too much fun with this request. :3 I pray it was worth the wait!

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

Part 2 of when you’re a British tourist that got lost in the Nevada desert

Part 1

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I gave up shading this part 😭😭

Apologies for the inconsistent comic style idk wtf I'm doing

[eminemily05]

As someone who’s prone to moments of major audial/visual overstimulation, I like to think Ratchet would be the most understanding and let me chill out in his vehicle mode

Majorly self-indulgent, I’m not gonna lie. But I’m not ashamed, haha

[ctghost]

a canvas of the the @cheschesterpossum 's CITF au primes

I love drawing alpha trion & zeta lol 😭🤍

They all have big bug ahh stares as sparklings also if you give only one of the primes a energon or regular lolipop (or a high five. Or helm pats.) It is now an obligation for you to give the rest one too (Blame liege maximo for starting this first)

Cough. Let's be a lil real. It's because the primes subconsiously inherited his own attachment too 👹

[my-quirk-is-fred]

Shit ain’t sweet when your stalker is Starscream from Transformers animated