Transformers Oneshots!

||REQUESTED|| Tf RB Heatwave x Female Reader pt. 1

Requested by: Fangirl320 on AO3
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Why the song? Because yes.

"Gosh, just let me drive, Heatwave," you spat out his name bitterly.

"And let you crash again?" he growled.

"Why are you so protective?" you groaned.

"Perhaps she could use you as a practice, Heatwave," the police bot suggested.

Silence fell.

"Was it something I said?" Chase inquired.

"That's a good idea actually," you responded. "C'mon Heatwave, practice time."

The poor fire bot had no choice but to be dragged into your shenanigans. Of course, he didn't mind to crash into anything (but not anyone, he would take all the blame for causing unexpected... circumstances), as long as he was there to protect you. This attribute of his often surfaced when the people he cared about most were heading towards danger.

As you drove around the firehouse, Heatwave made a mental note on the times you crashed, and what you crashed into, just so he could help you review your mistakes.

Crash #1
Straight into a tree. No, you didn't crash into the trees inside the firehouse. Odd, huh?

Crash #4
Almost into a drain. Heatwave had to take over halfway to prevent himself from getting thrown into the drain.

Crash #8
The drain you went. Heatwave had to return back to the firehouse with a horrible smell. Your punishment was to help him clean up.

"How was the driving?" Blades asked in a cheerful tone as he approached you.

"(Y/N)'s not that... bad," Heatwave sighed. He didn't have the Spark to tell you that there are still a lot of things that needs improving.

"Really?" you stood up out of excitement with bright eyes.

Suddenly, you slipped on the wet floor. Heatwave held out his servo for you to land on, but he slipped as well. He managed to land in a position where he couldn't crush you. When he felt you on his servo, he helped you out.

"Did you get crushed? Your face is oddly red," Heatwave asked, concerned of your well-being.

For the first time, you saw his face up close. Usually he was towering over you, but this time you could even see the detailing of his blazing orange optics. His optics were solely focused on you as he awaited an answer.

"(Y/N)?"

That deep voice of his, you forgot how much it makes your heart jump. Hearing it closer is enough to make your heart stop.

"Primus, you're... very red-"

Umm, why is everything so dark now?

"Did she just pass out?" the same gentle, deep voice asked.

"It's a no wonder that your name is Heatwave," a somewhat gay voice mocked.

"Blades."

A/N:
ONE MONTH HIATUS?? IT'S BEEN THAT LONG????
Well hello, I am not dead. I've just been busy, that's all.