Hello! I Was Wondering If You Could Write Something For Swerve W/ A Human Fem S/o Who Helps Him Around

Hello! I was wondering if you could write something for Swerve w/ a human fem s/o who helps him around in his bar? Like she has a bit of trouble since, well, she’s small™️ but she has a lot of energy and never takes no for an answer haha. Hope this made sense, love ur writing and have a nice day/night!!!

I sort of went a bit off script for this 'cause I like comedy and I like men/mechs that cannot handle romantic attention. Thank you for the kind words, I hope you have a nice day/night too <3 Thanks for the request :)

Warnings: SFW, GN Human reader

You push as hard as you can, digging your heels into the bar top. Your legs shake from effort, the surface your back strains against barely budging against your strength.

“Do you require assistance?” Ultra Magnus’ voice, a little confused, and a little concerned, comes from the other side of the glass of engex you have been attempting to move.

“Nope! This is for you by the way,” you mock salute with a grin, satisfied at the distance you had crossed.

Ultra Magnus raises a servo to the drink, politely declining. You have half the mind to be upset after putting in all that work to get it over here, but you let it go as it’s not typical for the mech to be in Swerve’s at all. 

Looking behind you before leaning in, Ultra Magnus speaks in hushed tones, “I understand this establishment is typically understaffed. However, organics working without consent and pay is illegal, as stated on-”

“Woah, wait a minute. You know I’m doing this for fun, right?” You cut Ultra Magnus off, the smile gone from your face. 

“Uh… Right! Yes, I was aware of that.” He looks anywhere but at you, “Just… an attempt at humor.” 

“Right…” Well, this situation is officially awkward. 

Luckily, Swerve drops in, just in time to save you the mortification of continuing the conversation.

“Ahah! How’s my favorite law-abiding bot doin’?” Swerve addresses the blue bot as he scoops you up in his servo, settling you on one broad shoulder, “Can I getcha anything?”

Ultra Magnus nods a greeting, “No thank you, I was just leaving.” Not leaving room for any other conversation, he gets up and leaves while you and Swerve watch.

Once the big mech has disappeared from sight, you take the time to throw your arms as best you can around Swerve’s helm. It’s probably been less than an hour since you last saw him, but you blame the clearly lacking entertainment for the time dragging on. 

One of Swerve’s servos is still cradled around where you sit on his shoulder, pressing you into his helm as you embrace what you can. 

“Did I interrupt something? Sorry if I did.” He sighs apologetically, grabbing the glass Ultra Magnus left behind to dump out or give to a patron who is more than willing to drink someone else’s unfinished energon.

“Only Ultra Magnus throwing away all my hard work.” You pout, kissing the side of Swerve’s face.

His jaw goes slack at the action, the white under his visor turning a few shades closer to energon. You pull back and admire your work, knowing underneath that blue visor, he’s avoiding eye contact at all costs for the sake of not going unresponsive.

Regaining some of his composure he walks with you towards the sink, presumably to wash the glass after draining its contents. Wordlessly, he pours the engex down the drain, careful not to move too much and potentially drop you.

“I-I’m really happy you help around, even if you can’t do much. Not that you don’t help! You do! Just- Thank you for helping.” Poor Swerve’s blush only worsens as he stumbles through his words, his servos fidgeting around the glass as he washes it. 

“I’m happy to do what little I can,” you start, and Swerve offers a warm smile before you continue, “Though sometimes it is hard, the view ain’t half bad.” Punctuating your terrible attempt at flirting with a wink, you hop down from Swerve’s shoulder and onto the sink’s rim.

You push the faucet off with fairly minimal effort compared to many of the other tedious tasks you’ve completed in this bar and turn back to Swerve. 

If his face was tinted before by blush, now it’s full blown covered. His mouth is wide open, and he drops the glass. It promptly shatters, and Swerve goes down with it with a resounding crash.

Peering over the edge of the counter, you see your poor Swerve, knocked straight out.

From somewhere across the bar, you hear a certain helicopter shout, “Stop flirting with the bartender, fleshy! You know he can’t handle it!”

AHHHH

I’M SO EXCITED May I request G1 Starscream and Skyfire merformers X Gnhuman reader who’s just scuba diving trying to study merformers, skyfire trying to study them as-well and starscream just kinda watching not really sure how to react?

I LOVE MERFORMERSSS I mostly stuck to your prompt, but I took some artistic liberties here and there. Basically, this is just Skyfire using science and cultural exchange as an excuse to court reader while Starscream seethes in the background. Also, if it isn't obvious, I don't have a clue about marine biology so if I used some words wrong, that's my bad + no proofread I'm but a poor tired jester. Thanks for the request :)

Warnings: SFW, GN Human reader

Kelp fades to coral and the distant waters lighten in their decreasing depth as Skyfire pushes with the current towards the reef. In his arms he carries a recovered fish catching device of human origin you had declared to be called a ‘net’. The weathered fibers contain various crustaceans, fish, and flora. Each one meant for your tasting and hopefully, delight. 

Last time you had met with him and Starscream, you had brought a net of your own, filled with smaller opaque nets holding food. And despite Starscream’s nagging, Skyfire had followed you to the surface, watching you remove the bubble making contraption off of your face to tear open the solid nets and eat what looked like multi-colored pebbles out of them. 

Your bare face was relatively alike to a mers, a fact Skyfire was quick to turn existential, much to Starscream’s chagrin. What a miracle to have contact with a species so physically similar, at least beyond the glaringly obvious differences of Skyfire’s lack of a split tail and inability to survive outside of water. 

Skyfire had attempted to take some of the pebbles from you then, only for you to sorrowfully push his webbed hand away, humming an apology. You were kind in your refusal, but the white mer wondered if perhaps humans were more territorial than Starscream had thought. He had told Skyfire your species was cowardly, avoiding past battlegrounds and reeling in fear when he had shown himself to your kind. Skyfire understood the sentiment. Violence for no reason other than the claim of a few more kelp beds had always felt juvenile, and he thought perhaps you would sympathize.

Still, the interaction with you had remained in Skyfire’s mind for a long time after. He had never seen any creatures within the ocean that survived off the abiotic parts of the environment and thought perhaps diet was the largest factor of your sluggish movements within the water. Hunting may not be his strongest suit, but the thought of showing you his favorites and enjoying them with you was more than enough incentive to endure Starscream’s insults to his speed.

Every so often glancing behind to assure his less enthusiastic companion still trails behind, Skyfire can feel the rush of energy coursing to every fin as he nears the pillar of rock on the outermost section of the reef that you frequent. 

“Hurry, Starscream! If they don’t see us, they might think we aren’t coming and leave,” the white mer shouts over his shoulder. 

A low growl is the only response he receives from the darker mer, but regardless of his fellow’s lacking reply, Skyfire continues swimming.

Eventually the pair reach the reef, passing over schools of shimmering fish that dart away at the sight of Starscream’s glinting bared teeth. 

“Right over here.” Skyfire brushes against one of the many walls of the reef, but this one is particularly special, for it’s the only one between you and him.

He can already see you floating an arm's length away from your pillar, nimble hands fiddling with the black whiskers protruding from your second skin’s back.

Moving the food-filled net to his other claw, Skyfire reaches for the top of the rock barrier dividing the two of you. He can’t wait to see you enjoy the food he caught you. While hunting is typically left to the kind of mer that hungers for more than just the catch, but the chase itself, Skyfire did his best for you. Besides, he’s sure anything is better than eating rock fragments.

Ready to launch himself over to you he flexes, only stopped by Starscream’s claw wrapping around his forearm, pulling him back.

“Why don’t you leave your pathetic catch here? I doubt they have any interest in such pitiful scraps.” His red eyes narrow, claw tugging on the net.

“Do you really think so?” Skyfire glances into the net. Sure, nothing within it is truly impressive, but you have always been nice, at worst delivering pushes and a wag of the finger while shaking your head.

Starscream leers over the rocks, eyes relaxing. His face pinches like he bit into a fish with rotting scales as he turns back to Skyfire.

Tail slashing through the water indignantly, Starscream snarls, “why are you so incessant upon being prodded by some land-creature anyways?”

Skyfire has never taken offense to your curiosity. In fact, he had been overjoyed to find a mind much like his in someone so wonderfully different.

“I guess-”

“Catching prey for them like you two are bonded! Next thing we know, you’ll flash your colors, too.” 

Skyfire feels his fins twitch at the comment, turning away from Starscream as heat flushes his face. Despite the clear negative charge behind the scolding, Skyfire can’t help the airy feeling imagining those things fills his head and stomach with.

Starscream hisses, “Oh, you can’t be serious.” 

“What? I simply want to show them what our diet consists of,” a white claw rubs sheepishly at his olfactory ridge, “one curious minded individual to another.”

“...Right,” the dark acanthoid mer relents, but his claw remains tightly wound in the nets' diamond-like weaving. Following Skyfire’s blue eyes, Starscream notices his lingering grip and quickly pulls back. 

His red eyes darken as the larger mer wastes no time and pulls himself over the ridge towards you. Skyfire catches you by surprise, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a sudden embrace that has you gasping a stream of bubbles. His speed leaves the two of you twirling, Skyfire’s wide fins fluttering around the two of you. 

Even from here, Starscream can feel the happiness radiating from the two of you. His chest tightens as he stalks through the coral, swatting at the surface feeders gathering around him. 

It’s unfair how close the two of you are, both physically and socially. Whatever. He has outdone Skyfire before, and he can do it again, Starscream thinks.

ermmm i hope so

Swerve x Human Liaison Reader 5 (or 4.5)

I wrote like 1000 words and got stuck. I’m not done with the scene yet, but I had a lot of fun writing the dialogue, and don’t want to keep people hanging too much, so here’s therapy. It ends abruptly. If anyone knows how to wrap it up pls lmk.

Also the further I get into MTMTE the more I realize I fucked up. In my world tho psychiatrists can be friends with their patients and it’s fine and ethical :3

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Platonic/ found Fam with the maximals, but rattrap, Optimus, dinobot, rhinox become a father figure to a reader (Plus the reader is a techno organic)

this request was pretty unspecific so I just made general headcanons of all them being a father figure to reader. reader isn't explicitly a techno organic because I don't think much would change, they still see you as someone they need to protect. Thanks for the request :)

Warnings: SFW, GN Human reader

Never once can you recall ever feeling unsafe. 

You would have to try so very hard to be in any real danger, even with the threat of Predacons, because of how much the Maximals are willing to put into keeping you safe. 

It’s not their fault they have a shared protectiveness towards you, you’re… small. Beyond that, you are so much softer than they are.

So, no matter how much you protest, there will always be one of them in between you and any perceived threat. This includes Rattrap and Dinobot butting heads over who is a real danger to you.

“Lizard lips was literally a Predacon! You can’t seriously trust the guy with my- our fleshy!”  (He uses fleshy affectionately, of course) Rattrap is absolutely baffled how anyone can accept this, especially you, who sits happily in Dinobot’s arms.

“As if a pest like you could suffice as any protection besides a shield,” Dinobot hisses.

Optimus and Rhinox, the calmer of the four, settle for letting Dinobot and Rattrap duke it out with one another while they get to spend time with you.

More than anything, Optimus and Rhinox want you to be safe and happy. 

Rhinox is so gentle when you get hurt. He frowns at the injuries like they should be ashamed of afflicting themselves upon you, it’s adorable. He sometimes struggles to understand your organic anatomy, and it leaves him irritated. So, you often find yourself being involved with a lot of tests and scans. Rhinox takes this as time to catch up with you. (He totally uses random scans he made up as an excuse to have your time.)

Optimus may be busy often, but he assures you there is always time for you. He insists upon hearing your troubles out. Sometimes you think he’s doing too much when he tries to solve every issue you’ve ever had, but it's very sweet regardless.

Very generally, there is a lot of fighting. You have not one, not two, but four Maximals that think they know what’s best for you and vying for your attention. Ignoring their immature behavior, they do really care for you. It just happens to manifest in Dinobot tossing Rattrap aside so he can teach you how to fight.