Transformers One shots

Child's Play P2

Found that wholesome bro-moment of a picture. #BestBrotherlyBroBois

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You, now feeling somewhat like a little diddly darn daredevil, ACCEPTED!

"Alright, shhh!"

You hushed everyone who was on edge, reaching for your audial to turn the comm on speaker mode. After a few kliks, everyone heard his voice.

"What is your reasoning for calling me, auto-pest?"

Oh the pure hate that coated his words, it made you wheeze, if not in humour then in pure fear. You cleared your throat, holding a servo against your hip plate.

"Excuse me sir, but do you have a moment to speak about our Lord and saviour, Optimus Prime?"

Bumblebee, Arcee and Smokescreen tried their best to look completely against this, but smiles were slowly creeping on to their faceplates. The kids, they were beginning to wheeze.

"I-... What? Are you toying with me you pathetic piece of scrap!?"

You swore you heard a servo slam onto a table, because he sounded pissed. You batted your optics, glancing at Smokescreen for idle support. He was holding an arm over his chassis, silently laughing along with the other bots.

"No sir, I think it is important to recognise ones saviour, and put our faith in them. Do you not agree?"

You asked again in your best 'Telemarketer' voice impression. Holding a digit to your derma, you tried to hush everyone again, seeing Miko rolling on the floor, tears of laughter streaming down her face. It was hopeless at that point as the urge to laugh began to nip at your intake.

"No, No I do not agree! You fool, are you trying to mock me!?"

You clenched your denta hard, letting out a few raspy vents. All attempts you made to speak, poof. Gone. Out the window. Laughter burst it's way out your intake, wheezes and gasps for unnecessary air accompanying the laughter of the others. Megatron must have become fed up, because he closed the Comm link from his side.

"Primus, (Y/D)! Megatrons' gonna kill you!"

Miko finally seemed able to breathe enough to speak. Though Raf and Jack were leaning against Bee and Arcee, wheezing hard along with them.

Smokescreen... He- he was quiet? Just, staring at you. His bright crystal blue optics seemed to be studying you. Under his intense but soft gaze, you found yourself becoming weak at the knee joints.

Energon slowly pooled behind your faceplates, blue colouring soon taking effect on your cheek plates. Lowering your servo from your audial, you managed to sit back down without fumbling in the disorientating euphoria you found in Smokescreen staring at you.

"Hey, that... That was pretty good, (Y/D)."

Smokey gave a small smile, perhaps a bit of blue tinging his cheek plates. Hearing this, did it for you. A bright blue hue burst across your faceplates. Smokescreen seemed to notice this reaction despite your quickened attempt to hide it, and soon began to blush as well. He cleared his intake, holding a servo over his cheek plates to hide the oh-so-obvious blue blush.

"Y- you think?"

You managed to ask, peeking out through your digits which hid your faceplates. The heat in your lower stomach did swirls and loops, leaving you almost queasy.

"I mean- uh, yeah yeah- ah haha..."

Smokescreen turned away, rubbing the back of his neck cables, the both of you blushing like mad. Smokescreen in denial, and you in pure embarrassment and adoration for his praise. Unbeknownst to you both, the room had fallen silent, all optics and eyes on you and Smokey.