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transformers-why · 6 years

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Sickness' Suck, But They Don't!

Plot: You, the only human on the Lost Light, have gotten sick. @kalechips9 would like to see what Whirl, Rung, and Ratchet might do to take care of you!

(Whirl x Human! Reader) (Rung x Human! Reader) (Ratchet x Human! Reader)

Hope these are to your liking! (Long Post) Lemme know if there are any important typos!

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Whirl

- The moment you let out this ungodly sounding cough, Whirl was curious.

- "What was that???"

- "Ugh," You would sigh, "I'm getting sick."

- "Oh." To be honest he was hoping you had developed some sort of sonic wave that could kill bots or somethin'.

- And while he wouldn't be concerned over a bot feeling a little under the weather, he doesn't know a lot about organics.

- Sick could mean death for you guys, right? Like, sick -> disease -> kaput. Right?

- Whirl is on high alert, even if he doesn't show it.

- But he does decree himself your protector against germs until you're better.

- Translation: Whirl is making you a fort in his room that you're gonna stay in until your not feeling like death. No questions, no protests.

- Like, he doesn't even tell you until you've made it to his habsuite and collected mass amounts of blankets, human sized furniture, and all the icky-sicky stuff (and fluffy stuff) you need to get improve your health.

- "Now can you tell me what we're--" *loud, dramatic sneeze* "--doing?"

- "Quarantine, silly!" He exclaims.

- You wish you didn't know what that meant.

- To be honest though, it was nice being under Whirl's... care? It only lasted a week, but it was comfy.

- Whirl spent a lot of his time with you, learning random Earth games and watching Looney Tunes and such.

- But when he wasn't doing that—so, 40% of his time—he was guarding the door. Anytime someone asked he would just say: "I have fragile company and you aren't allowed to infect them." or something like that.

- The food was nice too, apparently Swerve hooked you up when he learned you were sick.

- "Hey, Swerve just stopped by with some soup to help with your stomach..."

- "Aw, cool! Tell him I say thanks, okay?"

- Swerve didn't stop by with soup.

- Whirlybird is still low-key concerned when you're back in action.

- Like, for the next week he's basically staring at you constantly to check for any sign of sickness. Cyclonus gets a little concerned that Whirl's going to hurt you.

- But that suspicion is completely demolished when he notices Whirl reminding you to wash your hands, "Ratchets orders".

- Before you two go anywhere he makes sure the place was sanitized and stuff, just so the bug doesn't kick you down on your way to full recovery.

- Of course, you don't know any of this.

- Until you thanked Swerve a couple days later and he was completely clueless on what you were talking about.

- After piecing things together and processing that Whirl did all that for you, it was hard not to burst into tears from sheer awe and thanks because ohmygoshWhirlsasecretsweetheart

- Only when it comes to you, though.

Rung

- All I can say is that you are so lucky to have the universe's kindest, most understanding bot taking care of you.

- The minute he learned you were sick was literally a day before it happened. He saw every sign after reading through some organic medical books and getting a bit of advice from Ratchet.

- So when you stumble into his office, blanket wrapped around you and looking miserable, he can only frown and ask if you're alright.

- "Nooooooo...." You drone with a sluggish voice.

- So carefully, that way he doesn't pick you up wrong whilst you're wrapped in the blankets, he carries you a couple rooms over.

- Where he has a bunch of medicine set up on a small table and blankets and sick food and water and ginger ale and cartoons and----

- Your heart is pounding because you can't believe he thought of all this.

- But since you're kinda in a daze from being sick all you can manage is an "Awwwwww, that's so niiiiceeee..." in a very, very sickly and stuffy tone.

- Nonetheless Rung's heart soars when he learns that he's taken the right course of action.

- He does have patients during the day though, so for most of the day he has to leave you be. Rung figured rest and alone time would be better for you anyway.

- Although he does check in on you at least six times a day, to see if you ran out of anything or need assistance.

- He always saves a time halfway through the day to stop by and make conversation too, so you don't get too lonely.

- Rung will bring simple games, or maybe a ship to tell you about while you're not feeling well. He figured that telling you stories and playing easy games might help your mental state: make you feel less miserable.

- He's concerned, but actually isn't very worried you'll die or anything from being sick. Reading up on everything and checking in with Ratch kinda dulled any knife that was directed towards the "You're going to die!" idea.

- But he takes up the recharge slab in the room, incase you need something during the night.

- Because of Rung you recovered in about 2-3 days!

- And after sanitizing the room you made it you and Rung's peaceful hangout spot.

- While Rung is concerned you may fall ill again, he's aware that you're both prepared for when that time comes up. He's not too worried.

Ratchet

- Let's be honest when you walk into the medical bay all sickly at first, he assumes it's a joke and brushes you off.

- And then you go into a coughing fit that's so long it brings tears to your eyes and makes your lungs feel dry and makes Ratchet feel guiltyyyy

- And talk all you want, but I guarantee that Ratchet has your room about two doors down from the medbay.

- The first thing he does is sigh of course, and then he gently picks you up after he's done with a patient and takes you to your room

- "Come on, then." He would say in a tired tone.

- "What're you doing?"

- "Giving Starscream a grammar lesson, what does it look like? I'm taking care of you."

- Well obviously he's feeling fine.

- When he takes you to your room and sets you on the bed, it's a little surprising to see him walk over to a high shelf—that you didn't notice—and suddenly pull out a couple of bottles.

- "Here, one of these should help with your cough and sniffles, the text is too small for me to read." He makes you pick out the right one, and while you do that he disappears.

- Upon return the medicine kicked in, and Ratchet can't help but give a soft smile seeing you a little better.

- "Where'd you go?"

- "To get you this." He sets down a bag containing any food you may need for a cold, and continues saying that he's willing to help any way he can.

- But doctors orders are to get rest and eat. He'll help you, but first you're gonna do everything in your power to recover. He has other work to do you know.

- However still expect him checking every hour or so.

- He's a doctor so he is a little paranoid about you, the only organic on the ship, falling ill.

- Ratchet's acting pretty nonchalant but it's hard not to notice the concern in his gaze when he checks on you.

- But he is totally that person that would come in only to see you asleep, walk up and pull the blanket to your shoulders, kiss your forehead and leave.

- He apologizes to you when you fall asleep, about being so rude and not believing you were sick at first.

- No ifs, ands, or buts though because you are not leaving your room or the medical bay until you feel better!

- Those are the only places you're allowed and the only people allowed to see you is the Doctor Squad™, Ten, and Ultra Magnus.

- He'd allow Drift to see you but he's concerned that Drift'd try some ritual to heal you.

- He's not wrong, you turned King Religion down on his proposal when he snuck into your room to say hi.

- In Ratchet's care, it's a 4 day recovery, and a pretty comfy one.

- Although Ratchet can and will be paranoid about you getting sick again, and will bring back the "iiiip-yip-yip!" from Earth to shush and scold you about getting sick in the first place.

- But you'd hug his foot anyways, him trying not to smile, and give him a thank you. Because Ratchet always does the best he can, even if he's not good at showing his concerns in a positive light.

- Translation: He will go through and worriedly list all the bad things being sick could do to your body. And unless you fill him in on the common cold he will not calm down.

- Do expect him to be recharging in your room for the next couple weeks so you don't do anything stupid and are assured to get rest and stay healthy.

- You never got sick again on the Lost Light.

- Ever.

- It just didn't happen.

#Ratchets is a bit longer but i rly couldnt help it #hes my favorite and this is the first time i got to write for him!#thanks for the headcannons ask #9:42 wowwow look at that #after this lil break maybe ill be able to work on all those stories again #thanks for readin'#ratchet #rung #whirl #x reader #reader insert #headcannons #mtmte #ll #lost light #tf #transformers

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monotonemanday · 6 years

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Our Days Divided - Mystic Messenger University AU - Chapter 7 The S Team

It’s back! Sorry it hasn’t been out for awhile! I have been working on several things lately!! And also I’ve been a little sick. (My eyeballs are always in pain lololol) Tagging you ladies because I know Helena is mad at me lol and the loml likes this series and I appreciate her! @zennyshoneybunch @glitterybitchwitch

The gang was all gathered together and Kaeli was enjoying all the lighthearted chatting that was going on amongst her peers. She decided that they wouldn't have to get down to business. They could start talking serious logistics and planning next time they all would meet. There was no lull or shortage of laughter in the conversation going around the room. The Untouchables and the tuition kids were thriving and lively mixed together. Even though there was a bit too much teasing of Jumin from the scholarship kids, even he seemed to be having a pleasant time.

Seven was getting in his daily dose of driving Yoosung insane when his watch started to set off a rapid beeping noise. At the same time, a small pager type device in Samantha's back pocket began to do the same. Her head whipped in Sevens direction and the sternness in her face made Seven wince. His face scrunched and a look in his narrowed eyes saying “please please don't kill me.”

“You told him I wasn't going to training the other night, right?”

“Well here's the thing, Sam. I uh, didn't goooo.” Seven rubbed the back of his neck and shot a smile at her trying to diffuse the situation. “And not only did I not go, I didn't tell him that I wasn't going.”

“WHAT?!” Samantha turned her body in a sharp motion starting a sprint but fumbling. Using her hands to slap the floor and keep going so she didn't fall completely, Seven made his way bolting out of the doors with her. “IDIOT!! HE'S GOING TO KILL US!”

“I KNOW, I KNOW I'M SORRY! T_T” Seven and Sam were running down the halls out to the fresh open air of the campus, darting across the grounds of Cypress. Maneuvering their way in between passerby’s and vaulting over shrubbery and half walls.

“I swear if he takes away our garage privileges, I'll kill you Saeyoung Choi!

“Sam if you don't stop nagging me and pick up the pace we're already dead!”

They had made it into one of the large athletic buildings on campus and were now sprinting to the escalators that led down to the areas only accessible to certified personnel. Running down the steps of the escalator, swerving through the few people patiently riding the escalator in the proper fashion. They reached the card readers and ran their ID badges in front of them. Not patient enough for the gate to open, Sam hurdled it and Seven slipped through the small crack it had opened already. A few more hallways and the two made it to their assigned training facility. Both hunched over, hands resting on their knees and catching their breath, they began to apologize profusely to the tall and sturdy man before them.

He was built. In jogger sweatpants and a v-neck tee that hugged his biceps. He stood there in his signature purple, arms crossed and hair tied back.

“Ah, so some form of communication IS working for the two of you. I was worried since I hadn't heard from anyone.”

“Vanderwood we're so sorry, we-Hmmphh!” As seven tried to reply he was hit in the gut my a heavy medicine ball. Sam had kept quiet. She had known better. Any apology or excuse would just piss their boss off further.

“Shut up. Your running here in a panic warmed you up. Good. Tactical obstacle course...now.”

Saeyoung and Sam hustled to the locker room to change. They both immediately began to strip off their everyday clothes. There was no hesitation or embarrassment. They were both used to this. They had been partners for 2 years now. Samantha was always a little bit faster at changing. Maybe it was a girl thing. She already was ready down to her shoes. All black. A plain black baseball cap, a black sports bra, black running pants, and all black converse sneakers. Standing with her arms crossed and her right hip popped out, she watched seven with an arched brow. Biting her bottom lip.

He was sweating from the running they had just done. He was only in black sweatpants. The redhead didn't look like much in civilian clothes but underneath the loose fabric he had always hid behind, he was trim and fit. The v shape leading to his nether region was very defined and his set of abs were toned and clearly sculpted. His biceps weren't as big as Vanderwoods. He wasn't busting out of his shirts, but you could tell he was a hacker. He used the muscles in his arms a lot. From the shoulder down to his fingertips. He ran his hands through his hair, pushing his bangs back and caught wind of Samantha's gaze.

“What pervert?”

“Nothing,” Samantha said, a smirk on her lips. “It's just a real shame you have that mouth on you. Plus, You kind of smell.” She tossed him his t-shirt and made her way out of the locker room.

“Brat.” Seven mumbled under his breath.

“Saeran? Saeran? SAERAN!” Liz slapped her hands on the counter.

“What!” He stood up from where he had been leaning on the counter in the flower shop. Stretching his arms above his head and letting out a yawn.

“You were being creepy. Just staring like that.” They heard giggling coming from the far corner of the shop. “But apparently it didn't shoo the girls away.” Liz rolled her eyes and hopped up on the counter, taking a seat.

“Liz, you know you're not supposed to sit up there.”

“Yes, I just don't care. Where is your brother? He isn't answering his phone?”

“Aahh. That's actually why I was in that deadpan stare. I was thinking. What the hell are they keeping from us?”

Liz had pulled out an apple from her backpack and took a monstrous bite. She spoke through a full mouth. “What? Who? Saeyoung and Samantha? Keeping what?”

“I know they go to training for athletics but it's more than that. Like they've been gone ever since they ran out of the room earlier today. It's been hours.”

“Oh calm down rebel boy. Afraid they're having some secret affair?”

“Gross. No.” “Yeah. You're right. Ahahahahaha. That would be something else. Anyway, I just came by to see if you had heard from them. I want to go get a milkshake. And since you're still working and also wouldn't give me a piggyback ride like Saeyong would, I'm not inviting you.” Saeran rolled his eyes and Liz jumped from the counter and the bell to the flower shop chimed lightly.

“Good evening you two. It is nice to see you again.”

“Oh, Hi there, Jumin!! You are looking very handsome! Have you come to whisk me away and show me how the rich live?” Liz was lively and clearly joking but it had gone over his head.

“Why thank you, Miss Paradise. And unfortunately I don't exactly know what you mean but I am actually here to speak with Saeran.” Jumin spoke very calmly. You wouldn't even guess his inner monologue was shouting “Oh God I don't know what that means but it might be her making advances. What do I do? Jihyun is not here!”

Saeran could tell that Liz had confused the poor guy so he gave her a gentle nudge to the side. “Looking for me? What can I do for you, Jumin?”

“Ah well, the arrangement of flowers you had brought to us the other day. It was remarkable. I am holding another event soon and I would like to commission you and this small shop. I will pay any extra amount necessary to get this establishment all the things it will require for such a tall order.”

“Oh man, that's pretty decent of you, Jumin. But I should check with the owner first. She is elderly and I wouldn't want to overwhelm her.”

“Saeran, hush. It will be fine. HE'LL DO IT!” Liz jumped out in front of Saeran who irritatedly pushed her back out of the way.

“Liz, knock it off!”

“I understand. Please discuss with the owner. Also, I would like to extend an invitation to this event to all of you that are apart of this new group we have formed.”

Liz's eyes lit up with excitement and Saeran shot her a classic, calm your ass, look. Jumin spent a little more time than he had intended in the flower shop chatting with Liz and Saeran, and the girls who normally came to ogle and the boy with the white hair were now overwhelmed with the black haired eye candy they were now receiving as well.

Samantha climbed the ladder and made quick of hopping over the ledge and beginning to run when she heard someone shout her name. It was Vanderwood. If looks could kill. His glare was icy and as soon as he knew she felt it he flicked his eyes toward Saeyoung. Samantha knew what it meant. She was going to fast and not thinking of her partner. She ran back and leaned over the edge reaching down to her partner who was climbing the ladder. He took her hand and she hoisted him up over the ledge. The two began to run. Jumping, hurdling, sliding, flipping. Doing whatever they needed to in order to get from point A to point B. The simulation was a bit harder today since Vanderwood was clearly pissed at them. Saeyoung was never as fast as Samantha but if he really wanted to he was sure he could at least keep pace with her, but he always hung back just a bit so he could focus on hacking doors or locks for her. Basically clearing a path for them. Sam was always amazed at how quick he was when it came to hacking. Even though Samantha didn't like to wait for her partner, the two were still always so in tune. When Seven got tripped up and found himself caught in the arms of a bot, Samantha made quick work of turning around and throwing a small tranquilizer at the bought precisely where in between the eyes would be on an actual human. Saeyoung was always quick to shoot or disarm enemies that came in from the sides if Samantha was occupied on whatever was in front of them. They had each other's backs.

They finally finished their tactical run of the course and approached Vanderwood, laughing and high fiving. Quite pleased with themselves. Vanderwood, however, was not so amused.

“That was rookie. Too many mistakes. Sloppy. So miss training again and the consequences will be severe.”

Samantha and Saeyoung stood in silence. Normally the two would bicker with each other or say something just to be a smart ass, but they knew Vanderwood was not in the mood. Less than he usually was even.

“Now listen. You guys are getting an assignment.”

“YaHHOOO!” Seven jumped up and exclaimed. “ow!” And then immediately found Sam's fist in the side of his bicep.

“What kind of assignment, Vandy?” Samantha was met with cold cold eyes. “Vanderwood. Sorry.”

“There is going to be an event for elitists. There are rumors of it being targeted. We are flagging this one because there's a bit of an unusual circumstance. Two parties are holding events. The big corporate hot shot they should be after isn't their target. It's his son.” Vanderwood handed Seven a picture and Samantha didn't even need to look.

“You're going to watch over the event. Behind the scenes and protect your mark. Got it?”

“Got it.” The two partners responded abruptly.

“Alright, we'll have an official briefing soon. Go clean up.” Vanderwood left without a second glance and Samantha took her baseball cap off, chucking it to the side.

“Shit. Is it?” She tilted her head back in exasperation.

“Yup.” Seven pinned the picture against Sam's chest and began to make his way to the locker room. “The Trust Fund Kid.”

#mysticmessenger #mysme #Mystic Messenger #mm #mm fanfic #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #oc's #vanderwood #writing #fanfic #fandom #yoosung kim #university au #our days divided #series

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