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Hello! Ratched anon here! Have you any niches or interests? Hope you have a lovely day 💕
Hello darling! 💗
Sorry it’s taken me so long to answer!—I’ve had a crazy few weeks.
Interests other than Ratched, you mean? 😜
Well I mean, I do really like making fanvid edits, writing fan fiction, though I haven’t been able to do much of that lately.
Outside of fandom stuff, I like hobbyist tabletop board gaming. So like, one of my favorite games is Betrayal at the House on the Hill, where you and a group of friends explore a haunted house until the “haunt” starts and a traitor among you is revealed and you have to try to survive against the traitor. It’s a lot of fun and usually the game I use to introduce people to hobbyist board games because the mechanics are pretty easy to understand once you start playing.
There’s other stuff too, I’m sure, but that’s the first thing that comes to mind right now.
Thanks for asking! I hope you’re doing well too 🥰 it’s so lovely to hear from you! I’m gonna try and do better about responding sooner 😬
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noodleblade · 1 day
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(BD & ratchet anon) i'm honored you got inspired by my ask! tbh it was just a thought that had been rolling around in my head for a while now and i just wanted to share it :)
but yes! i think a very quiet and comfortable friendship would strike up between them! since it's canon ratchet starves himself for the rest of the team, i like the idea that BD would notice and try to get ratchet to take better care of himself. (especially since BD would feel a little guilty that they have one more mouth to feed b/c of him)
i do think things would get like 5x funnier once KO arrives b/c KO and ratchet would NOT get along. i'm imagining the two of them sniping at each other while BD is just in the background. sweeping the floor. tidying the datapads. wiping the berth. ( ratchet tells BD that's he's surprisingly handy and ratchet's been considering getting an assistant lately would he be interested in a new job? and KO is just 🔪🔪🔪)
Teehee <3 Thanks for the inspo! I'm always thrilled to talk about non-canon friendships and I think they have sooooooooooo much potential for a very fun dynamic!
GUH ;-------------; Breakdown is used to keeping an eye on Knock Out so unintentionally he does the same for Ratchet. For Knock Out, it was always just how their partnership worked and he enjoys caring for him, but for Ratchet, he can see the wear and tear clear as day and can't understand how the Autobots are going forward like this. He brings Ratchet his ration every day (especially when he notices the medic sometimes forgets in order for Bee or Arcee to top off on what they need). He takes on the heavy lifting around the medbay ("no need to wear yourself out doc"). He even offers to oil up Ratchet's finger joints. Ratchet's response is a firm, balking no but a few days pass and he kind of warms up to the idea. Cue the most awkward night ever where Breakdown does maintenance on Ratchet's hands with surprising delicacy. When pressed, Breakdown just shrugs and mentions he likes doing it for Knock Out and misses him. Ratchet kindly doesn't ask more questions about Breakdown's weird position.
The KOBD reunion is teeth-rottingly sweet but Ratchet ruins it immediately by just being there. Knock Out can see how comfortable Breakdown is and gets immediately threatened. Not only is Breakdown his assistant (the absolutely screaming match he gets into with Ratchet for even offering Breakdown a job), but Knock Out prides himself on being Breakdown's medic. No one else. He critiques the repairs that Ratchet has made to his assistant. He is tempted to redo all of them and Breakdown has to placate him and calm him down. It becomes Breakdown's new role- mediator of the medics. Its becomes a very integral position in the medbay.
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askheadnurseratched · 3 months
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Please Nurse Ratched, I’m begging you! Please let me go
- ✝️
Beg all you like, you're not getting discharged early.
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Bands & Horror! 🔪
Maria Brink + Mildred Ratched! 🍑
“We had a saying in the corps, save one life and you’re a hero. Save one hundred lives…well then you’re a nurse.”
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autobotmedic · 11 months
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ugly wheezing ratchet ur so cute
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"..." He's what??
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"I have been called many things, but 'cute' is rarely one of them."
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batjokes-yaoi · 11 months
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walks into ur house to tell u ratch is so fucking cool. walks away (i was shown ratch from the villain poll)
hii ^_^ thnk you!
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spophiearts · 1 year
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Pssst grandpa kup baby sitting babies for op n ratch to date lol
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oh my fucking god anon, you are incredibly correct.
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mychlapci · 4 months
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Im the anon that spoke of sparked Op!
Okay so like, Ops the leader, so like, dudes interfacing stats are low from not doing so often or at all, so Synthetic Energon Ratchet railing into Op until he's got a small bump from the amount of transfluid? 100% it's Got Op all worked up
Ratchet then coming down from it and apologizing until op tells him it's all good? And admitting he liked it?!
Oh yeah Ops sparked up with maybe a small litter, the synthetic energon probably caused a large litter of bitties? After so long Op is kinda out of the field, letting Ratch dot on him
100% they accidentally get caught fragging in med bay in the night.
What a interesting start to a relationship lmao
sometimes the best relationships are the ones that start with your buddy getting high and fucking a baby into you what can i say.
optimus has that tiny little waist, he'd show even if the litter was small, but, like i said, medics are good studs, and optimus is a prime, wielder of the matrix, of course there's going to be a significant amount of bitlets filling up his tank, making him nice and heavy... ratchet kind of loves it. and once optimus is out of the field it's not even as much about his safety, he just can't stop leaking through his panels for long enough to really do anything besides getting fucked. they absolutely get caught fucking ALL the time. they keeping getting away with the excuse that when the babies need transfluid, they need it right there and then
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sequinsmile-x · 9 months
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Sweet Nothing - Chapter 1 - The Question
A series of one shots mini fics of our favourite idiots in love to celebrate my birthday, along with all the other July birthdays in the fandom <3
The master list can be found here!
-x-
Hi friends!!
This is the first of the prompts I received for my birthday celebration. I've changed the date you can submit them to until the end of the week (9th July) and you can submit them here!
I am going to try to keep them to around 1k - 1.5k words each (lol) but we'll see haha
So far I have received 24, and will write them as and when I can over the next several weeks.
The prompt for this first one was "get over here", and the anon who requested it had their birthday yesterday - so happy belated birthday!! I hope you enjoy this &lt;;3
-x-
Words: 1.5 k
Warnings: none.
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
He’d always known that she was a terrible sick person.
He remembered once, when she was relatively new to the team and still desperate to prove herself, she’d shown up to the bullpen full of cold. She was irritable, her temper short as she insisted that she was fine even though it was evident that wasn’t the case, right up to the moment he had sent her home. 
She’d told him since, after they’d become friends but before they got together, that she’d spent the entire journey home cursing him out at the top of her voice until she’d had to pull her car over because of a coughing fit. 
There had been moments when she was in Paris, where she did the bulk of her recovery from what Ian had done to her, when he wondered how she was doing. If she was driving the French doctors crazy as she insisted she could do things herself even when she clearly couldn’t. He asked her about it on their first night together, his hand resting over the large scar just below her rib cage. She smiled softly as she told him about her physical therapist, who she had nicknamed ‘Monsieur Ratched,’ a tone to her voice that let her know exactly what she thought of the man who had helped her body work again. 
He’d always known that she was a terrible sick person, but he had never expected her to be clingy. Insistent on being wherever he was, her face pressed into his neck or her head in his lap as she laid next to him. 
It had taken him by surprise the first time she didn’t feel well after they got together. She had a stomach bug, something she initially claimed was food poisoning from one of Dave’s pasta nights before Aaron pointed out he had eaten the same as her and was fine, and she was grumpy. He’d gone over to hers to make sure she was ok, expecting her to tell him to leave her alone, but she’d wrapped herself around him, her hand grasping at his shirt sleeve when he mentioned he’d leave her to sleep. 
He liked it. He liked that she needed him, that she allowed herself to need him. Something he knows she hasn’t done with anyone in a long time, if ever. 
It’s how he finds himself in their living room, curled up on the couch with Emily’s head in his lap and her hand on his knee as they watch Casablanca together in their pjyamas. 
Jack was the one who had come home with the flu having caught it at school and he was all about Emily when he was sick. He’d snuck into their bed and slept between them. Early one morning, Aaron had woken up alone in their bed and had gone to look for them, searching their house for his family. He’d found them downstairs, cuddled up on the couch with The Wizard of Oz on TV. Emily smiled at him and explained watching classic movies always made her feel better when she was sick, and The Wizard of Oz was the only one she could think of that was child appropriate. 
Emily sniffs, her nose blocked, and then she groans, the sound immediately turning into a cough. He rubs the hand that had been resting on her back up and down it, whispering reassuring words to her as he helps her sit up so she can get over the coughing fit. 
“You’re ok, sweetheart,” he says, continuing to rub circles on her back, “You’re ok, I’ve got you.” 
She moans as the coughing fit passes and then leans in towards him, resting her head on his shoulder, “Jack is so lucky I love him and that he’s cute,” she complains, her voice rough and congested. 
Aaron clears his throat to cover a laugh, well aware that even when this sick she wouldn’t thank him for laughing at her, and he turns his head to kiss her forehead, “We’re both very lucky that you love us, Em,” he says, grimacing at the temperature of her skin before he pulls back, “I should go get you some more meds.”
“Not yet,” she mumbles, laying back down to place her head in his lap, curling up into his embrace, “I want to lay here a little longer.” 
“It will just take a minute-”
“In a little while,” she cuts him off, her irritation slipping through, and she shifts to look up at him, sniffing again, “You’ll get the meds and then you’ll realise I need to eat with them so you’ll make dinner, and before I know it an hour will have gone by, so I just want to lay here.” 
“Ok, sweetheart,” he promises her, his hand on the top of her head as he plays with her hair, “We can just stay here.” 
He looks at her, and even though she’s sick, he doesn’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful.  The combination of her smile and her bright red nose from where she’d been blowing it for days and her paler-than-usual skin, free the words he’d had trapped in his chest for weeks. 
“Marry me.” 
It takes a moment for what he’s said to register, but when it does she chokes out a laugh, her mouth dropping open as she shakes her head, “This is the perfect moment?” 
They’d spoken about it before they’d bought the house. Marriage was something they both wanted, something that felt like the next natural step for them. They both wanted it all. Marriage, kids, a long and happy life together. After everything, they both deserved it. She knew he had a ring, he’d teased her about it more than once, claiming he’d hidden it somewhere she’d never find it, and he’d told her he wanted to wait until the perfect moment to propose.
He chuckles softly, and continues to move his fingers through her hair, playing with the soft strands of it as she looks up at him incredulously. 
“Yes,” he says, his smile widening as she rolls her eyes at him, “It is the perfect moment.”
She shakes her head at him and sits up, shifting so she’s sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck as she looks at him, “Me being unable to breathe through my nose with a mild fever is the perfect moment?” 
He shrugs one of his shoulders, “Every moment with you is perfect,” he says, smiling as she shakes her head, “I was looking at you and I realised I want to take care of you for the rest of my life. I know you don’t need looking after, that you’re more than capable of-”
“Yes.” 
He stops, his mouth still open as she cuts off his explanation, a wide smile on her face. “Yes?” 
She nods and she cups the back of his neck, her fingers caught up in the short strands of his hair, “Yes, I’ll marry you.” She replies, and she chuckles as he leans forward to kiss her, pulling back from him, “Honey, I’m sick.” 
“Sweetheart,” he says, holding her in place, “You’ve barely been more than a couple of feet away from me in days, if I’m going to get it that ship has sailed,” he says, capturing her lips in a kiss, smiling when she responds, kissing him once more before she pulls back, “I love you.” 
“I love you too,” she replies, leaning into him to hug him, sighing as he wraps his arms around her. “Can I see the ring?” 
He chuckles as he pulls away, his eyebrow raised as he looks at her, “You looked for it, didn’t you?” He asks, and the way she avoids his eye contact, her cheeks pinking up for the first time in days, tells him everything he needs to know. He kisses her once more before he shifts out from underneath her, “I told you that you’d never find it.” 
She watches as he walks towards the kitchen before she hears a cabinet open, followed by the sound of pans clanking against each other. He walks back into the living room, a small black box in his hand.
“You hid it in the kitchen?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at him, and he smiles as he shrugs at her. 
“In the pots and pans cabinet,” he says, “I knew you’d never look in there.” 
“Get over here,” She scoffs, but any further response is cut off as he sits back next to her and opens the box and the ring is revealed to her. She bites her lip and looks at him, her eyes shining. 
“Ask me again.” 
Aaron smiles, his heart beating wildly in his chest even though he knew the answer, “Emily Prentiss, will you marry me?” 
She kisses him before she rests her forehead against his, a tear escaping past her lashline, as she repeats her answer, the only answer she could ever have. 
“Yes.” 
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dreamypqulson · 2 years
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— everything works out in the end
requested by anon: reader takes Mildred home to meet her family, and Mildred is of course terrified at the prospect due to her past experiences. Everything ends up going well and is fully accepted into the family with open arms. Just a bunch of fluffy emotional comfort.
pairing: mildred ratched x reader
a/n: this is absolute trash. i have writers block.
word count: 1200
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"Mildred, love, you're fine. They'll love you. I promise." Mildred Ratched didn't know what it was like to have a family. She didn't know what it was like to sit at a dinner table with parents and siblings. This was all new. Something she should've experienced from the moment she got brought home from the hospital as a newborn.
Now she was even older than the age her mother was when Mildred was born, and she was just, now, about to experience a family.
"I know," her expression became cold again, but your palm against her leg softened her. "If you're parents don't appr—"
"Mildred, they will. They're not like everyone else. They're different." The car was freezing, in the middle of autumn, and the warm fireplace inside your childhood house was inviting. You pulled Mildred's jacket tighter around her body to warm her.
"Alright." She didn't believe you, you could see it in her eyes. She was trying hard to not break her hard demeanor. It was something she used to protect herself, something she learned over the years, and you, had the hammer to crack that wall around her.
“Don’t be nervous, pretty. I’ll be beside you the entire time, I promise.” You leaned over the seat, pressing a chaste kiss to her pink-tinted cheek.
Orange and yellow leaves crunched under your boots, and the brittle air arose goosebumps on your skin. Mildred attempted to make a distance between the both of you, trying to obliterate your relationship for the time being. However, you held her tight and softly against your side.
A deep breath whistled in your ear while you knocked against the wooden door with your free hand. Moments went by and Mildred had yet to make conversation with you, hence her dry throat and racing head. She couldn't form a proper sentence.
The door slightly creaked open and fully widened when your identities were known. "Y/n," your mother exclaimed, excitedly. She wrapped her arms around you tightly, her warm body pressing against yours. "How are you, baby? It's been awhile."
"I'm good ma. I know, I'm sorry. It's been so busy at the hospital lately."
You felt Mildred's hand squeezes yours slightly tighter. Her cold hand was sweating in yours. "Don't apologize, sweetie. I know you have a little lover that you've been spending your time with."
Your mother turned with a big smile towards your girlfriend. A gasp elicited from Mildred when she was pulled into a tight embrace. You watched as her body tensed, and then relaxed at the touch. You smiled at the encounter.
"You must be Mildred. It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" Your mother pulled away but held on to the side of her arms. "Y/n has told me so much about you!"
Mildred laughed, soft and light. She's happy. "It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. y/l/n." She side eyed you and continued, "All good things I hope."
"Oh definitely! Y/n adores you. And please, just call me Elaine"
Your cheeks flamed with red fire, and you coughed to quell the embarrassment inside of you of Mildred knowing that her name was a popular subject on the phone with your mother. "Alright. Let's go in before you scare Mildred away," you teased.
The three of you walked further into the house. The warmth instantly hit you, and although you were cold, it didn't help tame your flustered cheeks.
This time, Mildred grabbed your hand again as you both followed your mother into the dining room. The table was set with multiple bowls and plates of food items. Your brother and sister sat with your other mother.
You felt Mildred tense again. You didn't tell me you had two mothers, you could hear Mildred already planning her words for later on.
"Y/n! Mildred! Welcome. Come, sit, sit," your second mother greeted. She was less touchy, and you recognize that Mildred appreciated that. She wasn't too fond of being touched by strangers, even if it was the most important woman of her life's mother.
The both of you sat down in the two open seats beside your sister. Your mother took a seat across from you both while Mildred greeted the three of them.
"How did you two even meet?" Your brother, with a mouthful of food, asked. Your older sister sister nudged him in the side to remind him of his manners.
However all eyes were set on the both of you. Mildred's body temperature heated up. "We both work at the same hospital," the red head spoke up. You grinned. She's slowly feeling more comfortable. "Y/n was working night shifts while I was working day shifts so we didn't meet until her schedule got switched."
Your other mother, Cindy, smiled and reached across the table for Mildred's hand. She placed it over hers, however, your girlfriend yet to tense at the touch this time. "Welcome to the family, Mildred. We are so glad that y/n found someone as sweet as you."
You placed your hand on the small of Mildred's back, out of sight for everyone. "Thank you. I'm glad that I found y/n, myself." She side-eyed you with the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. You looked down at your lap to hide your red cheeks.
Dinner went by fairly smoothly, and Mildred had become nearly as comfortable as she is with you. The prospect of a family dinner had always been such a negative thing to Mildred. However, after tonight, she fears she does not want to leave. She’s afraid that everything is going too gracious and she cannot run away this time.
Thankfully, you’ve already warned both your mothers and siblings to not question anything about Mildred’s childhood, or family. You wanted this to go as seamlessly as possible, and not trigger any flashbacks or cause an awkward moment.
Your whole family stood once the dishes were cleared of the food. You brushed away the invisible wrinkles on your clothes and hugged your family goodbyes.
Out the corner of your eye you watch Mildred open herself up and hugged all four of them. She smiled, and laughed when your brother made a joke. She didn’t tense when your mother Elaine kissed her cheek, or when your mother Cindy’s hand was on her shoulder. She found her family. After all those years, she found her true family here with you.
The door behind you shut and the crisp autumn air swept you both away. You squeezed her hand once more to contain your excitement. Mildred’s smile had yet to fade. Either of yours.
“What did I tell you,” you asked, relaxing into the seat of the car. “They loved you, Mildred. They did! I could tell.”
“You have a great family.” She placed her hand against your thigh, goosebumps rising through your clothes. “I really enjoyed tonight.”
You placed your hand atop of hers on your leg, dreamily smiling at her. Brown eyes warmed your heart, sending heat signals to warm up your entire body. “I enjoyed you.”
She smirked, looking out the window, and then back to you to ensure that you were both alone. “Would you like to enjoy me some more?”
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prpfs · 10 months
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M+18 looking for a fandom or fandomless roleplay!
WARNING! Due to me posting this anonymously I must find the post once it is posted! I will try and get to you as fast as possible but if I take long I'm sorry, it's a hassle finding posts!
I love interacting with my partner and making spotify playlists and everything that comes with it! I primarily roleplay on discord and my timezone is EST, looking for people 18+! I'd argue dont worry about timezone because I wake up early and sleep extremely late. I'm open to both fluff and NSFW but I'd like there to be a plot to come with it. I do double ups if that's what you'd like, I myself very much enjoy them. I'm into and accept dark dove 🕊 themes and more often than not no matter what you're thinking, I'm not going to judge you for your likes. I might not roleplay certain things but you can ask and be free of judgement. In terms of activity I am very active and really only ask you respond every couple of days if you can. I myself can rapid fire unless life gets in the way. I am literate to novella but I will just adapt to your liking. I'm very open so let's talk and come to an agreement on what we want! Im looking for MXF and MxM but I do FXF happily with double ups. I DON'T do CCs unless it's a double up. I ask that you be atleast semi-active. I get everyone has a life and can't answer quick or everyday, but if you can only bring one reply per week to the table, we are not going to be a good match. Without further ado in case you do want to do a fandom roleplay, here are my fandoms!
Right now that I can think of,
Love & Death
Wednesday
Supernatural
Cobra Kai
Wrestling(WWE, AEW, etc)
Stranger things
All of us are dead
YOU
End of the f***ing world
Ratched
Peaky blinders
Black mirror
Izombie
I am not okay with this
The babysitter(both)
Oh Ramona!
In terms of anime's I know way too many to name, though theres only about five I'd actually be interested in roleplaying! Like this or comment and I'll reach out!
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Please tell me you miss Ratched as much as I do 😪 I want season 2 so bad
I straight up had to force myself to hyperfixate on something else because the wait and the lack of new content IS KILLING ME 🥲
I was rewatching some of my favorite fanvids recently and I just— ugh, I miss them so much and I NEED to know what happens. My only solace is that at least right now Gwendolyn is still alive and they can’t kill her if there no new content, haha
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archie-sunshine · 3 months
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Hello!! I hope you're doing well!
I've recently started following you and I love how much personality your art has, it has been a good inspiration and motivation for me to actually improve my own art <3
I've also fallen in love with your fic 'Survey says-!' and it got me wondering, is wrench god Ratch going to be the final boss? (Outside of UM)
Apologies if this has been asked in the past, feel free to ignore this ask if this is the case. Anyways, keep being great!!
THANK YOUUUUU!!! Oh my gosh im so flattered- you are so nice thank you what- I'm so glad you enjoy my work!! You should always be enjoying what you make, and if ive been a part of that for you i literally cannot be more proud. KEEP CREATING!! ALWAYS!!
As for survey says- THAT! is a great question!! I'll be honest, im not completely sure with how i want to go about Ratchet. I know that i want to have him included somehow, but i am PAINFULLY vexed by how best to include him in a way that stays true to his character. I'll have to do a load of research but by god if i can fit that fucker in there, I WILL. You have my word anon.
AND ultra magnus is DEFINITELY the 'final boss' as it were. im a filthy rodimags shipper and i want them to slam down nastystyle
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BUT ANYHOW!! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!! I'll absolutely keep being whatever me is, and you shall see that i keep drawing and writing!!
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askheadnurseratched · 3 months
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I-I’m not vulnerable! I’m strong! I have to go, please Nurse Ratched
-✝️
Your mental state tells me otherwise.
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Costumes- Tatum Riley
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Pairing: Tatum Riley  x Reader
Characters: Tatum Riley
Warnings: N/A
Request: Anon- Tatum Riley + picking out/wearing costumes 
Word Count: 408
Author: Charlotte
“How is that a costume?” You questioned looking over at Tatum who was reapplying lipstick in the mirror. 
She looked at you through the reflection giving you a smirk. Tatum stood up straight the short sheer dress raising to narrowly cover her underwear although they were visible through the material. The red fabric floated around her hips, hanging loose to show off the matching red lacy panties and bra set. It wasn’t anything more than lingerie paired with high heels and a headband donning two red horns on top of her flicked hair. 
“I’m a devil,” she stated. 
“You look like you’re about to fuck someone,” you corrected. 
“Only if I’m lucky,” Tatum smirked. 
You rolled your eyes at her, tugging at your matching dress, the only difference being yours was white, to try and stretch the material to cover you more. You mentally reminded yourself to never let Tatum pick your costumes ever again. 
“Do you really need to wear those stupid shorts?” She frowned eyeing up the white cycling shorts you had decided to wear, not to thrilled to have your arse out to the world. “And that goddamn tank top, you look like you’re going to the gym not trying to be a sexy angel.”
It wasn’t the most flattering combination with the halo and wings, but you were working with what you had to make the costume that Tatum bought you to look less like lingerie. 
“Why do I need to be a sexy angel?” You questioned. “What’s wrong with an angel? Not sexy, just an angel.” 
Tatum turned her nose up at your comment before glaring down at the white converse you had matched with your outfit, the high heels still in the box on her bed. 
“At least wear the heels,” she stated. “You are not going to get laid in those ratched trainers.”
“Some of us don’t care about getting laid.”
Tatum cocked an eyebrow at you. “That’s the whole point of Halloween.”
Moments like these you questioned your friendship, luckily most of the time you were as close as sisters but like sisters, you butted heads frequently, especially over menial things like a Halloween costume. 
“Tate, I’m happy with this, I’m going to be your wing woman,” you smiled softly, tugging at one of the white wings on your back to emphasise the pun. 
“I guess I can live with that,” she sighed. “Even if I’m not happy with it.”
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Okay okay the ratchet first fp au was equally heartrending but also perfect and thank you so much for going into so much detail to expound on my silly little fantasy, I love it! But if you don’t mind, I’m gonna poke you with one more question that’s bugged me ever since MC woke up and ratch op and bee had to catch her up on the last 30 years: they mentioned unicron and Optimus’ amnesia (which is another au you’re portraying marvelously well btw! I love shiny and new to pieces!), as well as a couple of the other tfp eps, but I don’t recall them mentioning synth-en? Like, at all? (Unless I totally missed it?) Between ratchet’s problems and op’s withdrawal, I figured that the tension between them like the scene where they fight and ratchet accuses op of being too soft to take out megatron and that’s why they lost cliff jumper, combined with MC’s unconsciousness, op’s guilt about it, and ratchet’s (partial?) blame for op putting her in that condition to start with and envy knowing he would’ve had more restraint and cared for her more in his mind (and them both missing her terribly and being lost without her), would kind of cause a boiling point between them? (Fun fact if you didn’t know it but the tfp writers had tossed around the idea of ratchet blaming op for elita one’s death instead of cliffjumper, but they had the Orion pax arc coming up and they didn’t want to add anymore characters or smth so they nixed it) So if ratchet spews about mc (and elita??) to op, does op snap too in this case? Do they actually come to blows? Does op even get mad and rise to the bait or does it just break his heart bc now ratchet is turning on him too and pointing out every mistake he’s made and ratchets never been that mean to him before and wouldn’t dream of saying any of it under normal circumstances but is so hyped up he no longer has a filter? I am reeling here at the possibilities! I am so fricken curious bc your unique individual characterizations of them as well as their mutual adoration for mc would give so many delicious untapped layers to that episode - and again you don’t have to answer this at all but I would love to hear your thoughts! :) thank you so much for your time!
(dude I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond to this AND that it's nowhere near as long as that other ask)
A : anon thank you for the praise about everything esp. shiny n new like goddamn I love that little thing so much, B : I had no idea about Elita in TFP until you mentioned that and I'm very glad they left that out bc I would absolutely have not fucking survived that my heart's in pieces just from reading that, and C :
I think they would have started fighting. As in, Ratchet, with 0 filter, would start laying it out how mad he is about what happened to you. He would blame it on Optimus, and at the time, he would feel totally justified in saying it.
-Optimus would be barely able to hold back his rage, but manages to restrain himself. Tells Ratchet he needs to go home, let that crap work through his system, and recharge before talking to him again.
-Ratchet would then suggest Optimus frag him because that tends to knock people unconscious for indefinite periods of time.
-Optimus looses it. Lunges for him, grabs him and fucking throttles him.
-And the second his servos wrap around his throat, freezes. Because he touched someone. He touched someone he cared about, and he did it with the intent to hurt them.
-He goes catatonic.
-Ratchet, slightly sobered, has to pry his servos off of him, digit by digit.
-Once he does, he leaves in a huff, runs off to punch Megatron in the face like he originally intended.
-But not before ducking out of sight and having the quickest, filthiest guilty-wank of his life. Doesn’t matter how mad you are. Angrier-than-god-Optimus touching you will make you cream your jeans, and marching through deception territory with a spontaneous overload looming on the horizon probably isn’t a great strategy.
-Once he gets the shit kicked out of him and finally sobers up, and realizes that entire exchange not only happened, but happened in front of Bumblebee, he decides this was, in fact, the second worst thing he’s ever fucking done. He calculates the damage done to his filters, finds that the synth-en was mostly processed by other organs, chugs the rough hi-grade equivalent of 2 handles of bourbon, and blacks out for 72 hours straight.
-Neither of them ever speak about it again.
-To each other.
-They both tell you at different times after you’ve woken up
-shock, sadness, understanding, and reason no# 234382643 for feeling guilty about coma time.jpg.
-you bring it up to Bee eventually after a loooooong-ass time.
-He’s just like “wow that sucked but I figured it was par for the course having two(2) reincarnated gods and the universe’s most overpowered 3rd wheel as a family.”
-Thank you for putting things into perspective Baybee boy.
-Reader eventually relays this to both of them.
-Everyone feels marginally less shitty.
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