Okay, Planning To Get Back Into Writing Bc Watching ROTB Got Me Back Into Transformers. Question For

Okay, planning to get back into writing bc watching ROTB got me back into transformers. Question for future works:

Angst Mtmte Headcanons with Rodimus, Swerve, Tarn, Ratchet? Either human or cybertronain s/o works!

Their s/o and them get back from a fight. Everything’s fine and they’re like celebrating. But little do they know their s/o has been hiding a fatal injury 😈

HII THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH YOUR REQUEST! Sorry this took like a month...anyways this was a very fun ask ngl. But also this is an absolute nightmare for Ratchet in like, every single one of them besides Tarn, my bad. Just stop dying, Y/N

[ cybertronian!reader CW: angst, death, near-death, injuries, i think you get it

post includes: Rodimus, Tarn, Swerve, and Ratchet]

(can you tell i like this gif?)

RODIMUS

The enemy was defeated, a couple of injured crew members were rushed to the med bay, but all was good now. The danger has passed. Rodimus bore a look of exhausted but relieved contentment, both of you have emerged unscathed from the ordeal.

Except…you held a servo to your side, your face scrunched up when you tried to walk but brushed it off to your lover that you were sore from the fight. 

"Do you really think it's a good idea to go without a checkup from Ratchet?" Rodimus asked, his face betraying his concern. "We had one hell of a fight back there, and I don't want you getting hurt and putting that stunning frame of yours in danger," he managed to smile, but the worry was still obvious in his expression.

“I’m fine, just a little sore is all. I’ll just disengage my pain receptors and I’ll be a-okay” you forced a smile.

That you did, but it didn’t stop you from feeling other symptoms besides pain

As soon as his attention was turned away from you, you took your energon-stained servo off your side, revealing an open wound. It was small, and should usually bleed slowly, but this time it threatened to be a big deal—it was connected to one of your main fuel lines. You glanced at the bots celebrating around you, some missing due to attending their friends in the med bay after the fight.

Ratchet had better things to focus his efforts on, and you saw others far worse off than yourself. You clung desperately to the tiny hope that you would still be standing when all the others were healed. Feeling suddenly unsteady, you leaned against the wall for support, your vision beginning to blur. Come on, not now! You willed your legs to move forward as you made your way toward Rodimus and the rest of the bots he was addressing. You’ll last a little longer.

By the time Rodimus notices you’re horribly injured, it's already too late. You're in his arms, the spark inside you weak and flickering as a large amount of your energon leaves a trail from his racing form. He desperately rushes you to the medbay, his servos shaking and trembling as he pleads with Ratchet to save your life. His voice grows louder as he begs for a miracle, primus help you

“You have to help her, you have to help her!”

The light has gone out from your optics, your spark hums quietly. When Ratchet takes your vitals, he gives Rodimus a look. And oh, he knows what that look means. 

He’s angry, he’s upset, he rushes to hold you one last time. He should have realized earlier, he should’ve taken you to Ratchet even if you said you were fine. He should’ve. 

SWERVE

It was one of those battles where everyone was needed; you and Swerve had to look out for each other. You two weren't the toughest or biggest fighters on your team but hey, by the end, you two managed to help out in some way.  

Why not host a small celebration at Swerve’s? Most of the crew was already there, having a drink or chatting. You stayed behind to get checked up by Ratchet but promised Swerve you’d join him soon after.

After the full-fledged battle, you felt dizzy and tired, but you figured it was just due to your extreme exhaustion. Little did you know, there was a malfunction in your inner circuits that had been spreading quickly, rapidly shutting down your functions. If you were well enough to think clearly and logically about the situation at hand, perhaps the malfunction would have horrified you more than it did… However, with the malfunction putting an extra load on your thoughts and movements it became very difficult for you to think straight. You must have been hit by something, but you don’t even remember what.

Ratchet asked if you wanted to call Swerve, but you said no. You didn't want to worry him. But then again, your spark panged at the thought of never seeing him again, of never getting to say goodbye. Time was running out and at this point, all you had left was the ability to message him through your communicator.

The minibot rushed as fast as he could to see you, but when he arrived and saw the state you were in, his spark sank. You were hooked up to all these machines that seemed to be the only thing keeping you alive. But at least you were still conscious, thankfully

“Oh, oh…y/n why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve, we could’ve…why?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Oh..y/n..” tear coolant(?) comes out of both your optics.

“Nonono wait, can you please hel-” The look on the medic’s face was enough to answer his pleas. There was nothing that could be done anymore. 

“Swerve” you muttered, your servo reaching out. “It’s okay.” 

The minibot grasped your servo tightly, his desperate grip conveying the understanding that this would be the last time he would have the chance to.

TARN

You knew being alongside the DJD was dangerous, hell, you were dangerous. The team of overly Megatron-obsessed mechs surprisingly had each other's back. You were with Tarn, too. You were basically unstoppable. 

So when you felt that shot hit your chassis, and the energon quickly leaking out of your wound, you had no idea what happened. You fell to your knees in front of the deceased Decepticon traitor whom you had just seen fall right before their blast had hit you. You were turned away from your team and their delight as they celebrated his death without any knowledge of what had happened to you. As those behind you laughed and commended each other for their victory

“Did you see how they finished them off? Absolutely cruel.” Your conjunx bragged to the others. His footsteps approached when you didn’t move from your spot. “Y/N?”

Before he had a chance to witness the pool of energon forming in front of you, you quickly whipped your helm around, frantically trying to hide your dizziness by plastering a smile on your face. "Stubborn one, huh? I'll be..I'll be with you in a moment," your words slurred slightly and Tarn took a step closer. “What was that? Are you alright?”

“YES, yes, I’m just… admiring this. You know how I feel about spilled energon”. Your servo tightened on the wound as you pondered if applying enough pressure would speed up the healing process.

Tarn paused for a moment then went to place a servo on your shoulder. “That’s my-” His optics widened when he saw your servo clutched around your wound.

"What happened?" Tarn demanded, dropping to his knees beside you and examining the wound. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you," you replied weakly, trying to hide the pain in your voice. "I thought it was just a graze, but it hurts more than I thought it would."

Tarn's optics softened as he looked at you, his hand moving to gently caress your cheek. "Just a graze…” He scoffed. “You foolish, stubborn bot," he murmured affectionately. "You know I would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

“I’m sorry,” you winced. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks - you were dying and needed medical attention immediately. His spark hurt. Despite it all, he musters up enough courage to pick you up in his arms and take you away to safety, struggling to keep his composure as he does so.

Your optics shut off, and he realized he might need to figure out his last words to you. He clutched his fists. 

RATCHET

He would never forgive himself if a fatal injury went unnoticed, especially if you were his patient. And yet, somehow it happened

Many of the crew members were injured, and few needed urgent medical attention but you knew Ratchet would be busy.

Despite his complaints and grumbling, Ratchet had agreed to scan you as soon as he was done tending to his critically-injured patients.

You had a deep slice way too close to your spark, you were bleeding out. You were able to use a medical patch tucked away in your subspace to temporarily stop the bleeding, but it's like applying a bandage to a bullet wound a little too close to the heart.

You realized you may have fucked up when you started to feel lightheaded and your sensors suddenly weren't working so well. You limped your way to the medbay, but didn't manage to make it. You groaned as the energon seeped from underneath the patch, you slid down the wall just a couple steps away from the entrance. The last thing you saw was a blur exit the medbay and run towards you before your optics powered off.

Ratchet’s optics widened when you were carried into the medbay by a bot he had just finished working on. He took off the patch to reveal the fatal wound, he could only stand there as your spark weakly glowed underneath all your inner systems. 

Why hadn’t you told him? Why didn’t he make sure? He knew your spark was too weak and wouldn’t make it but he still desperately tried to seal any area where energon was flowing from, occasionally cursing at himself when his servos would be too shaky. 

“C'mon, c'mon. Primus, damnit. Don't you dare give up on me now."

He couldn't accept the truth, he held his helm in his servos when your spark completely stopped functioning. 

He agreed to have a drink at Swerve’s with you after everyone was healed, just one. And now that moment would never come. 

Ok Tailgate getting piggy-back rides from everyone has given me life

Tfa Blitzwing, Bumblebee and Mtmte Cygate with a cybertronian s/o comfort headcanons? Cyc, Tailgate and s/o are poly. Please no nsfw ones <3

Blitzwing

Blitzwing doesn’t like to see you stressed, there are a couple ways he likes to pull you away from your responsibilities.

Icy will bring you out and into the forest, he’ll sit against a tree and let you rest in his lap. You’ll talk for hours with him like this, babbling away your anxieties and discomforts.

Hothead will join you in smashing trees or wrecking havoc on already half-crumbled buildings.

Random will (lovingly) kidnap you and administer cuddles and a long nap.

When you’re sad, he’ll wrap you in his arms and cradle you like a sparkling. Blitzwing’s willing to give you any sort of compliments or reassurance you need.

Bumblebee

So many hugs, he’ll pick you up (if he can) and spin you around to make you laugh.

If you’re stressed out, Bumblebee will set you in front of the tv and you two will watch cartoons or trashy reality shows.

If you don’t want to do that, he’ll drive around with you (safe or reckless, he supports you for both).

Bumblebee will also propose a small nap when you’re cuddling, he’s too lazy to get up, and you’re warm. So you both fall asleep together.

You’ll wake up to his faceplates close to yours, his inner energon painting them blueish. He’s snoring a bit, it sounds more like buzzing than snoring though.

Cyclonus + Tailgate

You’ll be taken care of so well.

You’re stressed? You’ll be taken to Swerve’s bar, you and Cyclonus find a quiet spot while Tailgate handles ordering the drinks.

You’re overwhelmed? You’re going back to their room, then cuddled (in the dark, of course) and surrounded by warmth, being put in between the two with their sparks quietly humming on your sides.

You’re sad? You’re going to be smothered by comforting words and kisses and compliments.

TFA prowl and bee w cybertonian reader where they both act like a couple despite not being in a romantic relationship (yet)

Holds hands, looks at the other a lil longer than necessary, kisses their face except the lips??, HUGSS especially ones on the bed, the lil shits share a bed from time to time just to fall asleep near each other

They both act like a married couple basically

The other's are gobsmacked and confused whenever they're informed that they aren't conjunxed

sorry about no post yesterday, I got caught up in existential crisis sunday. Thanks for the request :)

Warnings: SFW, GN Bot reader

Prowl:

Optimus wasn’t sure what to think when the team’s brief run-in with Blitzwing ends with you dragging Prowl out of rubble and placing a gratuitous kiss on his forehead’s crest. 

On one hand, this isn’t the first time the two of you have shared affections in front of the team, but this is certainly of a much more romantic context than the occasional intentioned brush of the shoulders and meaningful glance. On the other hand, Optimus is sure any Decepticon would have a field day taking advantage of the bond the two of you share. 

“You know you’ll have to be much more careful if the two of you are going to be conjunxes?” The leader doesn’t look up from the datapad in his servos when he continues, “I can’t imagine Starscream leaving an opportunity like that.”

“Oh no, you misunderstand. We are not conjunxes.” Prowl smiles fondly at the door to your room, unfaltering from his meditative position.

That has Optimus’ attention, “Right… because teammates hold each other forlornly and kiss each other. Definitely normal.”

Prowl turns to Optimus nodding, “Yes. I’m glad you understand.”

The conversation ends as Prowl returns to meditating, and Optimus resigns himself to knowing less than he did before. 

Bumblebee:

Your servos are clasped around a blushing Bumblebee’s, his nervousness only rivaled by your clear enthusiasm as you press your face to his.

Prowl spares you the embarrassment of being taunted, turning to Bumblebee. But what kind of teammate would he be if he held back on such a young and wild ‘bot such as Bumblebee?

“So, the two of you have finally made things official?” Prowl can only smirk, watching Bee go rigid in his seat in front of the TV. 

“Nope- no,” the yellow bot nervously laughs, one servo rubbing at the back of his neck, his optics never leaving you. It seems Bee has finally found someone able to cool his bumbling idiocy, Prowl notes affectionately.

You smile, completely unhindered by your lover’s denial. It’s obvious the two of you are good for each other, understanding the other’s feelings, even in the absence of words.

“Yup, not conjunxes. I just like teasing Bee.” You press your digits into the aforementioned mech’s side, watching with some cruel humor in your optics as he crumbles in a fit of laughter.

“Hey! You’ll be sorry you even started this,” Bee shouts, his servos up, ready to get his revenge.

As far as Prowl is concerned, conjunxes is just a fancy word for lovers, and who needs labels anyways? The two of you seem perfectly entertained with one another and your childish games.