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mouseywrites · 1 month
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Could you perhaps write some hcs for Prowl and Blitzwing with an s/o who likes to sing but is very shy about it?
Prowl and Blitzwing with Reader Who Likes to Sing
Prowl
He loves your singing. Very, very much.
Prowl keeps to the shadows a lot, so he'll often catch you singing whenever he walks by a room. He will pause and listen, but he doesn't alert you to his presence.
Although your singing is lovely, it's fine that you're shy about it. He respects it. He won't force anything.
However, he will be absolutely honored if you do sing for him someday. He has praises for you.
Blitzwing
He's a bit confused, mostly because you sing so beautifully. Why would you be shy about it?
Overtime though, he comes to understand, particularly Icy. He tends to be the one who listens to you sing.
When Hothead listens to you sing, he practically melts. He doesn't shout or grumble. He tries his best to remain quiet.
Random? Oh, he'll join in by singing with you. There's no stopping it.
Blitzwing adores your singing, and it makes him all the more eager to protect you.
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mouseywrites · 1 month
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Could you write something for TFA Blurr realizing he has a crush on a human? Just general headcanons please
Blurr Realizing His Crush on Reader
To put it simply, he is stunned. Flabbergasted, even!
He's a member of the Elite Guard! An agent! An intel bot! A Cybertronian. Not a human!
He questions the logic behind it SO many times, but he certainly isn't appalled by the idea of crushing on a human.
In fact, it's quite the opposite.
He is helm over pedes in love with you.
Blurr isn't super in touch with his feelings, so his processor will be reeling a lot. He spends plenty of time thinking about his crush on you, pondering it and considering it.
He may talk much faster than normal around you out of bashfulness, and that's saying something, so listen well!
Blurr blushes a ton around you as well, and he wants to gift you nice things. Humans like roses and chocolate, don't they? He'll easily fetch you different things from a totally different state.
Hold his servos. Help this mech. Kiss him on the faceplate to see his optics fizzle. He's trying his best, and he'll confess sooner than later.
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mouseywrites · 5 months
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could you write RiD Starscream? a ficlet or hc- maybe he's ranting about his issues in the forest and a human happened to be nearby and they're just like: 'damn you need therapy, want to like.. keep talking but with an active listener instead?' platonic, please.
A Listening Ear - Starscream and Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 505
It was a cool and captivating day outside. The breeze was brisk and crisp, and the sky was calm and blue. Sunlight peeked through the gray clouds, warming your skin and kissing your hair. Leaves of brown and gold crunched beneath your shoes as you traversed the woodland, eager to uncover new sights, sounds, and smells during your hike. 
Birds twittered while frogs croaked in a nearby stream. The citrusy scent of pine needles was fresh on your nose. Trees surrounded you from every side, swaying and whispering along to the wind. 
All in all, it was a fun time. The hiking trail was easy to follow, but not many people explored the area due to the threat of bears and other dangerous wildlife. It was understandable. You, however, didn’t care much about the warnings. No, you were much more interested in finding new places to picnic. 
However, everything came to a standstill when you heard the sound of someone’s voice. 
Abruptly, you halted beside a tree and tilted your head, trying to discern the words. The voice was steady and firm, but growling and rumbling. It almost sounded as though someone was ranting about something.
“Those blasted mini-cons…”
Slowly, you peered through a gap in the bushes and nearly felt your heart plunge into your stomach. 
He was a robot. A giant robot. At least, that was what he seemed like to you. His frame was broad and tall, and his plating was coated in multiple colors, including silver, red, and blue. On his back, there was a set of wings. In his sharp claws, he held what appeared to be a glimmering, purple sword. His face was armored and white with streaks of black beneath his red eyes. The longer you looked at him, the more you realized that he wasn’t from Earth.
“The Dark Star Saber rejects me, so I’m unable to access its full power…” 
Curiously, you watched him pace in the forest clearing. He was so large that you could feel every vibration of his footsteps. 
“And Megatron! Oh, may I finally have my revenge, Primus willing…”
In a way, you felt pity for him.
As you crept forward to hear more, lingering just inches away from him, a leaf crackled below you. The robot was alerted to your presence immediately. He spun around and pointed the sword directly at your face. 
You didn’t run or scream. In fact, you hardly even flinched. Apparently, he considered your behavior to be rather odd. He blinked, staring at you with a puzzled expression on his face.
“You’re not afraid of me, human.” He glared. “Tell me why.”
Genuinely amused by the situation, you smiled. Calmly, you sat on the ground and continued to gaze at him. 
“I’m more curious than I am afraid, to be honest.” You lifted your hand, offering him an ear. “It sounds like you need someone to listen to you.”
The robot lifted his metallic eyebrow. For a moment, there was silence. 
And then, he lowered his sword. 
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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Hello, Shockwave-Loving Anonymous here 😎. A fic or headcanon is fine (although fic is preferred), but could you write something for a scientist insert being super fascinated by Shockwave? Like, they're fixating on his alien qualities and rambling about how unique he is and how complex and advanced his species are. Maybe.. Shockwave can't help but be flattered in a completely logical and totally non-romantic way 😉? [TFP btw]
Fascinations - Shockwave X Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 450
In the walls of his laboratory, Shockwave busied himself by sorting through tools for his latest project. He worked diligently and swiftly, fixating his attention on the job at hand. However, on the large counter, a human sat near him. 
Shockwave was a reclusive mech. Although he was alone on Cybertron for many, many cycles, it never bothered him. He was very accustomed to the lifestyle. 
However, he didn’t mind the human’s presence. No, not really. At least, not anymore. They weren't an ordinary human, but rather a scientist like Shockwave himself, meant to aid him whenever necessary during his methodical endeavors. 
But they weren’t easily silenced. They talked endlessly, rambling on about subjects regarding Cybertronians themselves. More specifically? Him. 
On the edge of the table, they kicked their legs back and forth. They smiled, bouncing and lifting their tiny fingers to further emphasize their words. 
“I mean, you’re a robot! Well, at least, by human standards. On my planet, robots sometimes need human aid in order to gain intelligence, but you guys don’t! You have your very own unique biological system. Actual living metal! CNA! Every Cybertronian is different!”
They laughed.
“You’re giant and mechanical, possessing advanced knowledge of the universe around us. Waaay more than what humans could even dream of exploring, let alone processing! Not to mention the superior technology you guys operate!”
They sighed, smiling at the mech. 
“That’s just. Wow! You know?”
Shockwave nodded. For the most part, he remained quiet, only correcting them when it was required. They were an inquisitive creature, lacking extreme intelligence but still very much intrigued by his kind. In an odd way, Shockwave found their reactions interesting himself. 
Pleased, the human continued.
“And you! You’re just…so smart. A scientist! Just like me! Sure, you only got one eye, but that doesn’t inhibit your functioning in any way. You research, you experiment, and you create…” They smirked at him, pointing at the top of his helm. “Ah! And your antennae! They move when you display emotion, don’t they?” 
Shockwave paused, looking at them and surveying them closely.
“The correct term is finials.”
There was a brief beat of silence. Slowly, the human nodded in understanding. Before they rambled even more, however, they stopped. All of the sudden, their smile vanished and their shoulders dropped.
“I’m sorry. I…spoke too much, didn’t I? I can stop now, if you want me to.” 
Shockwave observed them, noting their somber expression and unmoving limbs. For a nanosec, he thought to himself. His finials twitched as a strange tingling sensation flickered inside his chassis.
“No.” He set his tools down to the side, directing his focus onto them. “It would be most…logical if you proceed.” 
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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do you write poly? 🥺
I sure do!
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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Ask: Could you write something for Transformers: Prime Shockwave? Perhaps head canons for him with a gamer reader maybe? Or a small ficlet. Whichever is easier for you. Gender neutral preferred, but write whatever you wish. I just couldn't stop thinking of Shockwave going 
"Staying up until 3:00 AM to 'complete the daily grinds' is illogical."
Could be platonic or romantic, I don't mind which. ┐(︶▽︶)┌
[I apologize for the formatting, it is easier on my eyes.]
Grinds - Shockwave and Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 383
Shockwave worked alone near his lab table and tools, focusing on his most recent scientific endeavors. He held a data pad in his servos, organizing his research. For the most part, everything was simple. Shockwave could focus well, his single eye narrowing on the tiniest details, spotting even the most elusive flaws in his projects. 
However, there was just one thing in particular which irked him.
In the back of his lab, there was his human specimen. Although they remained in their corner by fiddling with their own possessions, they were loud. Shockwave could hear everything, including their frequent gasps and exclamations of excitement or fury. They cussed and groaned, displaying their troubles and frustrations. 
When they first decided to move their “console” into his lab, Shockwave decided to allow them. After all, he found logic in the action. Their “games” kept them busy and away from his workspace. Well, unless he required them for his own experiments, of course. As time passed, however, Shockwave grew more and more annoyed. 
Quickly, he set his data pad on the counter. With slow, heavy pedesteps, he approached the human. They were nestled in their blankets on a chair, holding their “controller” in two hands. 
“I advise you to lower the volume of your voice.”
They chuckled, staring at the screen in front of them.
“Sorry. Can’t help it. Just one more game.” 
Irritated, Shockwave’s finials flicked, noticing the exhaustion in their tone.
“I recall you making that statement several cycles ago.”
They scoffed.  
“Yeah, well. It happens. I gotta complete the daily grinds.”
Shockwave tilted his helm.
"Staying up until 3:00 AM to 'complete the daily grinds' is illogical."
Amused, they laughed and proceeded with their game. They ignored him, but chose to silence their voice. After a brief pause, Shockwave returned to his station, where he continued with his projects. Again, he managed to immerse himself in his work without too much of a hassle. 
Eventually, however, he heard the sound of loud breathing. He turned and realized that his human specimen slipped into stasis. Intrigued, Shockwave left his table to observe them. They slept in an awkward position on their chair, their eyes closed shut and their arms crossed over their chest. 
Shockwave gazed down at them, his finials twitching once again.
“Illogical.”
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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A very special thank you to @lunarfeat21 for requesting such a cute fic!
A Perfect Gem - Strongarm and Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 957
A gentle and soft sigh left your lips as the car rolled slowly down the barren road, enjoying all the sights which Earth had to offer. Skies of blue reigned above while the sunlight glistened across the asphalt of the ground. You hummed to yourself, nestling into the cushions of the car seat. Strongarm didn’t pass the speed limit, but she certainly didn’t drive under it, either. It was fitting of her, given her strict inclination to follow the rules as a cadet. Well, that, and the fact that there wasn’t any danger present. At least, not anymore.
After a successful mission, Strongarm opted to take you out for a drive. You couldn’t deny her wish, not when she appeared so eager to spend more time with you. She was a kind friend, always wanting to know more about your planet. You? Well, you were happy to teach her, just as she told you of her endeavors on Cybertron. 
During the drive, the two of you chatted about nothing in particular. Everyday activities. Strongarm’s voice was soothing and relaxed, and her tone was cheerful and genuine. Truly, she enjoyed her time with you almost as much as you did with her. 
Eventually, the pair of you stumbled upon the pathway to a forest. Carefully, Strongarm rolled into the clearing. In her voice, you heard her sense of excitement. 
“Hey. You thinking what I’m thinking?”
You nodded, snuggling back into your seat. 
“Exploring? You bet!”
Despite her stickler-like tendencies, Strongarm also possessed a sense of playfulness, something that was only visible to her friends, namely you. 
Together, the two of you descended into the forest. The pathway was long and winding, so much so that it was difficult for Strongarm to follow. Flowers blossomed across the fields, and birds fluttered outside her windows. Waves of green flowed in the distance as the sky stretched above you. If Strongarm could transform, she would. However, she was cautious, especially when the two of you came across a small building.
You tilted your head, eyeing the exterior. It was rather unassuming, but it was decorated with chairs as well as rocks of various colors. 
“A store?”
Strongarm parroted your confusion.
“In the middle of the forest?”
Why, even she knew that was odd.
Intrigued, you unfastened your seatbelt and hopped out the vehicle. You stuck your fingers into your pocket, feeling the extra dollar bills and change. Although you didn’t expect to buy anything, it was always nice to make sure that you had enough money on hand to get through the day. 
“I’m gonna go check it out.” You looked at the car. “Too bad you gotta adhere to the “robots in disguise” rule.”
Beside you, Strongarm shut her door. She chuckled, not entirely bothered. 
“No worries. Go ahead! I’ll be here for you.”
You grinned, knowing that she spoke the truth. With a bounce in your step, you made your way to the shop’s door and walked inside. The cool air hit you almost instantly. You sighed, basking in the air conditioning until curiosity got the better of you. Inside the room, there were shelves upon shelves of gems. They nearly filled every nook and cranny of the dimly-lit shop. It was tight and rather stuffy, but it was nothing that you couldn’t manage. Slowly, you stepped further inside the store before glancing towards the front. 
“Good afternoon.” The person behind the counter smiled at you. “My name is Clementine. What are you looking for?”
The person had a strange aura to them. Not intimidating, but tender and calm. They smiled at you, waiting for an answer. 
“I’m not sure,” you glanced around, “but thank you!”
The person nodded, allowing you to explore the room on your own. You did so without any troubles, touching and observing the gems in their little slots. Some rocks were big, some were small, and some even possessed dents on them. In time, you trekked deeper towards the back of the building until something caught your eye.
It was the jewelry section. Inside, you focused your attention on a pale, blue, and uncut stone pendant. Gently, you lifted the cold rock to your eye. It was pretty, glittering beneath the lights. Plus, it reminded you of someone special. 
As your chest brimmed with warmth, the store’s owner approached your side. 
“Ah, do you like it? That’s a celestine pendant.”
You smiled, rolling the object in your hands. 
“I love it.”
Instantly, you made your decision. After purchasing the item, you chuckled to yourself and said your goodbyes to the owner. In one hand, you held a bag. Around your neck, you wore the celestine pendant. Proudly, too. 
By the time you stepped out into the open, Strongarm’s mirrors moved in your direction. She was thrilled, already curious as to what you bought. 
“Hey! What’d you get?” 
You puffed out your chest, displaying your gift to her as you settled inside her interior. Amazed, Strongarm produced a sound that was similar to a gasp.
“Oh, that’s a pretty stone!”
You blushed and fastened your seatbelt. Gingerly, you removed the pendant from around your neck and lifted it for her to see. Your heart felt warm, swelling and flourishing with heat. Finally, you spoke. 
“We’re a match now. The stone reminds me of you: energetic, strong, selfless, and charming.”
Strongarm paused, almost as though she were taken aback. Briefly, you wondered if you overstepped her boundaries. However, the moment you adjusted the rearview mirror and decorated her interior with the pendant, your eyes glistened with tears at the sound of your own name.  
“Thank you. That’s very touching.” 
You chuckled, giving her dashboard a hug. 
“Well, whaddya say? Back to the scrapyard?
“To the scrapyard!”
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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Ask: I'm definitely intelligent and didn't forget to specify things and I've definitely not been thinking about it but being too afraid to send another ask--
tfp ratchet if that's ok ;w; and just. random fluffy bullshit. maybe ratchet insisting on making a "proper" resting spot for a reader who lives in the base with them. and it just happens to be next to his workstation where he can keep an eye on them.
Keeping Tabs - Ratchet and Reader 
Warnings: None
Word Count: 626
As a human member of the Autobot team, you took your job very seriously. It wasn’t simple. At least, not as simple as one would think. You cared for the kids, offered a listening ear to the bots, and even gave some helpful advice of your own. True, they were giant, alien robots, but they could still use a pep talk every once in a while. Given their respective trauma from war, you understood why they needed to hear some uplifting words. Whether they would listen or not, however, was completely up to them. 
Ratchet, the medic of the team, didn’t really bother to listen to you. Well, not at first. After spending several months at base with him, he grew to tolerate your presence and words with grumbles and vents. 
It was tough work, juggling between your daily life and secret life with the Autobots. However, you managed just fine, always returning to the Cybertronian you trusted the most. Ratchet.
Although a grump, he certainly cared about you. It was easy to see. He fussed over your bad habits, but all in good faith. Whenever you pointed out his softness, he tended to scoff and roll his optics, but that was okay. He cared and so did you. At the end of the day, that was all that mattered.
Overtime, however, things changed with your living situation, and Optimus Prime offered his base as a place for you to stay. You agreed, knowing that you wouldn’t be accepted anywhere else. All of the Autobots appeared to accept your presence as a normal fact of life. 
Well, all of them, except for Ratchet. He was different.
“Raaatchet, why’d you wake me up?” 
You yawned, stretching out of his servo and onto the catwalk. With soft hands, you gripped onto the railing and glanced at the blinking monitors above you with tired eyes. 
Before your attention could linger on his workstation, you looked to the side. 
“What is this?”
On the platform, there was a makeshift bed. It was fluffy and covered in blankets and pillows. Not only that, but there was also a bedside lamp on a chest of drawers. You blinked, processing the sight. 
“Did you make this for me?”
Ratchet turned to you with a nod. 
“Of course.”
You gawked, releasing the railing to brush your hands against the blankets. They were warm, much warmer than you thought possible. Everything was neat and proper, containing all that you needed in order to sleep. 
“How did you…? Why did you…? Ratchet, you shouldn’t have. I mean-“
“Ep! Ep! Ep!” He dismissed you with a wave of his servo. “From now on, you will rest here.” 
Befuddled, you lifted a brow.
“But I already have my own room. What made you want to fix something new for me?” 
For a moment, the old bot paused and pondered to himself. His optics, bright and cyan, flickered away from your gaze. 
“I just…thought it wise to keep a closer tab on you.” 
Oh, so that was it. He wanted to look out for you in his own way. Well, now you couldn’t be upset. Amused, you set your hands on your hips and sent him a smirk.
“Couldn’t this have waited until morning?”
Ratchet scowled lightly. 
“Yes, well. Forgive me. I want you to test it.” He glanced at the bed. “Now, don’t mind me. Go back to sleep.” 
You nodded, your smirk softening to a smile. Slowly, you climbed under the sheets and rested your head to the pillows. You covered yourself with the blankets and sighed, welcoming the warmth.
“Comfortable?”
You beamed at him.
“Absolutely. Thanks, Ratch.”
The medic grunted, trying to hide his smile by turning the other way.
“...happy to be of assistance.”
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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Ask: Hi! I was wondering if I could request a fic with tfp breakdown and a gn reader (platonic) please!
Breakdown acting all tough and aloof about the human he's looking after, until one day they end up drifting off to sleep while being held in his hand. Suddenly his tough, uncaring act disappears as he melts over how adorable the tiny sleepy human is. Whether or not the reader finds out about it is up to you :P
At Ease - Breakdown and Reader 
Warnings: None
Word Count: 532
When Megatron assigned the human to Breakdown, he didn’t know what to think. Of course, he didn’t fuss. At least, not in front of him. After all, he wouldn’t dare disobey his master, not after failing him multiple times in the past. He couldn’t afford any more mistakes. 
Still, he couldn’t help but grumble and grunt. The human was scared, almost to the point where they trembled everytime he approached them. They tried their best to avoid him, but Breakdown always managed to capture them in his servos. 
The task seemed simple enough, but the little fleshy required plenty of work, so much so that Breakdown was bewildered by it. Nonetheless, he supplied them with their necessities, such as organic sources of fuel like food and water. When they were tired, they collapsed on their soft, makeshift berth and fell into recharge. When they were hurt, Knock Out aided Breakdown by mending their wounds. Knock Out complained, but he still learned about their health from his research, much like Breakdown did. 
If Megatron wanted the human to be kept alive, then Breakdown would do exactly that.
As time went on, he didn’t grumble as much. The human, though weak and feeble, refused to go down without a fight. After several cycles, their nervous demeanor faded. Not only did they hold their ground in the presence of Vehicons, but Megatron himself. It impressed Breakdown. Truly. How could such a tiny being possess such a strong will? 
He was curious and their determination encouraged him to engage in conversation with them. Breakdown spoke softly, not wanting to frighten them. Whenever he moved, he held a servo out as a subtle warning for them. He knew his size and his strength. 
Under his watch, no harm would come to them.
...
Knock Out was gone. He was busy tending to a malfunction in Laserbeak’s systems. Whenever Laserbeak flew crookedly, it worried Soundwave, and everyone knew how unnerving that was. Breakdown could have offered to help his partner, but he instead took it upon himself to remain with his human friend in the lab. 
He spoke to them with a gruff but gentle tone of voice, slowly drawing his digit against their back. They fit so easily in his large, hefty servo, and Breakdown found it remarkable. They weren’t afraid of crushing or falling. In a strange way, Breakdown wondered if they trusted him.
“So, anyways, Knock Out goes-”
There was a sound, faint and delicate. A snore?
Breakdown glanced at the human and realized that they fell asleep in his hold. A slow yet fulfilling warmth filled his chest, cracking the casing to his spark. He tilted his helm, intrigued. 
In the past, they always slept alone. They never slept beside another Cybertronian, quite possibly due to fear.
They trusted him. They genuinely trusted him enough to let their guard down around him. 
As the human curled in on themself and hugged one of his digits, Breakdown smiled and held them closer to his frame. 
“Frag.” He lowered his voice. “You’re just too cute, you know that?”
Breakdown’s optic twinkled, noting the tender smile on their face.
“Rest well, little fleshy. You really need it.”
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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Ask: Could you do some hcs for Jazz realizing he has a crush on the human reader, and what he does about it? I've been into Jazz lately
Jazz Realizing His Crush on Reader
He thinks that you are cool, so he wants to spend more time with you.
He talks with you, drives you around, and even shows off his ninja skills by practicing with his laser nunchaku in your presence.
Likewise, you show him the wonders of humanity by exploring downtown Detroit with him. He is in awe, and he is always willing to learn more about new cultures.
With your help, he comes to understand that Sentinel Prime has it all wrong about humans, especially you. If prompted, Jazz absolutely defends you from him.
When he realizes his crush on you, he handles it very well. He is not disgusted. Surprised? Yes, but not repulsed. Instead, he is very intrigued. He wants to woo you.
He may act smoother here and there, trying to flirt with you through sweet gestures and words. He either comes off as a stud or a total dork. Mostly? It's the former.
Jazz may seek out Prowl for help, asking what humans like in a partner and how to go about courting them.
In the end, however, he settles on letting things flow naturally. He is one awesome bot. Any human would be lucky to have him as a partner.
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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Ask: wow it's definitely the same ratchet anon as before bc they keep forgetting details
Tfp pls ;w;
Ratchet Realizing His Crush on Reader 
He is a busy bot who overworks himself during a war, so it may be a while before he realizes that he has a crush on you. Oh, but when he finally does realize it? Bro is flabbergasted.
At first, he does try to deny his feelings, partially due to the fact that you are a human and also due to the fact you are his partner. 
He may start to act a bit more snippy towards you. Stern but still caring. If you point out his behavior, he tries to dismiss you with a wave of his servo and one of his weird horse noises. 
I can absolutely imagine that a dangerous experience is what brings his feelings for you to the forefront. From then on, his crush on you cannot be more obvious.
He was absolutely certain that you would reject his feelings. However, when you express your feelings for him as well, his spark thrums.
It takes some time for him to get used to having a human partner, but he does learn and grow overtime, especially with your help. 
Eventually, Ratchet no longer views you as a partner, but his partner.
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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Ask: If you're still doing x reader requests, do you have any headcanons for what tfa Megatron, Prowl, and Blitzwing are like when they're jealous?
Jealous Megatron, Prowl, and Blitzwing 
Megatron
Yeah, no. He really doesn't get jealous.
Megatron has plenty of confidence and pride in himself, so he knows that his beloved will always return to him in the end.
If he were to get jealous, however, the most he would do is pull you close and charm you with his voice and touch.
It's a subtle reminder that you belong to him.
Prowl
Like Megatron, he doesn't get jealous.
At least, he doesn't show it.
He may frown with his arms crossed over his chest, and he stays more close to you.
If you point out his jealousy, he would try to deny it.
Eventually, however, he does admit it.
The soft smile you give is enough to reassure him that you aren't going anywhere.
Blitzwing
Oh, he gets jealous and it is so easy to see.
Of course, all of his personalities display jealousy differently.
Icy is reserved, but he is more quiet than usual.
Hothead expresses his fury and lets it slip that he is jealous.
Random, however, is very touchy and a lot more pouty. Why, even his jokes seem a bit dry.
A good kiss is a nice reminder of your affections for him.
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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Ask: Hi! Could you do Headcanons of Soundwave, Shockwave, Knockout and Megatron that are friends with an ex-Yakuza reader?
Or just an ex mafia reader
Whatever ideas come to mind, use it here!
TFP Soundwave, Shockwave, Knock Out, and Megatron With an Ex-Mafia Reader
Soundwave
He is more than aware of your criminal past. He likely keeps a record of you.
Soundwave admires your toughness and even engages in "battle" with you by use of his tentacles. He notices the way you dodge and strike with great precision and accuracy.
As he works, he listens to your stories with wide, open audials.
Shockwave
At first, you don't impress him. He is a mech of science whose only passion rests with his research and experiments.
However, once you prove yourself to be no ordinary human, he grows slightly interested.
Although he tends to just focus on his own endeavors, Shockwave may inquire about knowledge pertaining to human weapons, crime syndicates, and your own experiences. After all, he doesn't have many people to speak with in his lab.
Shockwave may not grow to respect you completely, but he does tolerate you.
Knock Out
Fire back at his vain, snarky quips and he grows just a bit curious.
As a doctor, he is intrigued by the wounds you sustained from your time as a mafia member.
Although not very keen on human fashion, he does like the outfits you wore.
He feels proud, knowing that he has such a tough and witty human as an acquaintance.
Knock Out will be interested in learning more slang terms from you. Good luck with that.
Megatron
For you, it was either prison, death, or becoming the favorite "pet" of an evil warlord.
Clearly, you were a different human since you didn't run screaming away from him. What terrors have you experienced in your life?
He knows a thing or two about criminal activities. Believe him.
If you have any scars left from the mafia, he tends to observe them. As the two of you grow more accustomed to each other, perhaps he even draws his digits along your marks.
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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Ask: Mousey! Beloved! On my hands and knees for some Flustered headcanons for Tfa Starscream and Prowl- I just- Them being blushy and flustered-
Flustered Starscream and Prowl with Reader
Starscream
It’s difficult to fluster him. But when you do?
Two words. Wing flutters.
He may be built for war, but he flusters like a doll.
His wings do move but only during moments of extreme emotion, especially whenever he is flustered.
His faceplate turns pink and his engine whines.
As much as he tries to stifle everything, you know damn well what you do to him.
He may get a bit fussy, but he is a cutie. He flusters hard, but he will get you back in return.
Prowl
He is a bit more subtle whenever you manage to fluster him.
His expression tries to remain neutral while he attempts to silence his engine and fans.
Eventually, however, he caves and relaxes into his bashful state.
You may even draw a stutter or two out of him.
It is a new feeling for him, so he doesn't actually mind it.
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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Ask: Tfa bumblebee meets a techno organic reader and falls in love crushing hard
Bumblebee Crushing on Techno-Organic Reader
Bumblebee is smitten with you almost from the very beginning. Although, at first, he doesn’t realize it.
Watching the way you move and fight never fails to make him smile.
He only understands that he likes you when his teammates point out his obvious infatuation for you.
He is a terrible flirt, attempting to be clever and smooth but failing miserably. You gotta be patient with him!
Flirt with him in return and he is a goner. His engine rumbles and his faceplate burns.
He always tries his best to impress you.
Sometimes his crush distracts him from his duties as an Autobot, so he has to find a balance.
He gets selfish and reckless at times, so he will screw-up. Nonetheless, he tries.
Eventually, the two of you can definitely become a great team.
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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Ask: For the requests, could you do some hcs about reader comforting Blitzwing on one of his bad brain days, where his mental instability is really bugging him? Or just a really bad headache. Nothing too serious, of course. Whether romantic or platonic, you choose (if this is too heavy a topic feel free to ignore)
Reader Comforting Blitzwing During a Headache
Normally, Blitzwing can keep his personalities under his thumb quite decently. I repeat: decently. Although Icy is dominant, his other personalities do scuffle for their turns. They tend to leap into conversations whenever it seems (in)appropriate.
Despite the fact that he manages just fine, he still gets splitting processor-aches every once in a while.
Usually, he can deal with them himself, but your presence? Oh, it just makes things so much easier.
At first, when you offer help, Hothead barks at you and refuses. He's a bit stubborn, so he will not accept help right away.
As you stand your ground, however, Icy switches in and grants you permission to aid him.
You listen to him vent and even give him some advice. It doesn't even have to be good advice, his processor is already melting at the sound of your voice.
Energon treats? Definitely a must! The mech needs to refuel and he feels much better afterwards.
The two of you can joke, too. Laughter is the best medicine, as some say.
Also, your small and squishy body provides the perfect comfort for his warm faceplate.
He holds and cradles you near, being ever so careful not to crush you.
Random tends to purr into you as well, like an untrained puppy.
Really, he appreciates you and tries to show it whenever he can.
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mouseywrites · 6 months
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❤️ Masterlist ❤️
Rules
Transformers Animated (HCs)
Reader Comforting Blitzwing During a Headache
Bumblebee Crushing on Techno-Organic Reader
Flustered Starscream and Prowl with Reader
Jealous Megatron, Prowl, and Blitzwing
Jazz Realizing His Crush on Reader
Blurr Realizing His Crush on Reader
Prowl and Blitzwing with Reader Who Likes to Sing
Transformers Prime (HCs)
Soundwave, Shockwave, Knock Out, and Megatron with an Ex-Mafia Reader
Ratchet Realizing His Crush on Reader
Transformers Prime (Fics)
At Ease - Breakdown and Reader
Keeping Tabs - Ratchet and Reader
Grinds - Shockwave and Reader
Fascinations - Shockwave X Reader
Transformers Robots in Disguise 2015 (Fics)
A Perfect Gem - Strongarm and Reader
A Listening Ear - Starscream and Reader
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