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the-kr8tor · 8 months ago

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Hehehehehehe thank you so much! That was my plan all along muahahahahaha 😈

Hello! I hope you're having a lovely day/night, and I was hoping to put in a request if you don't mind! So, what if Hobie and reader are exploring an abandoned building/apartment? Like, it's all fun, and it's relatively well-lit, but there are some dark places. Eventually, they find the stairs of the building and start climbing up, all while exploring a few rooms on the way up, seeing what people wrote on the walls and all. Soon, they get up to the building and reader has their back turned to Hobie, who manages to slip half of a matching jewelry or something he managed to get, whether it be stolen or bought from a small business is up to you!:) Of course, you are able to change some stuff to your liking!

Thank you for requesting!!! 😘❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, cw violence mention, FLUFF

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“Seventh date and you finally decided to murder me.” You say as you stand apprehensively in front of an abandoned building. Its concrete walls are crumbling, the old facade full of colorful graffiti. The crickets chirp behind it, the thicket providing the extra creep factor that makes your skin crawl.

“Nah, I've decided that would be for our anniversary.” Hobie takes his helmet off while you simmer from his comment.

He wants to continue to more than seven dates, he wants to stay with you and have an actual anniversary. You can't believe how you got so lucky. And he thinks the same for him, he can't fathom why you stayed this long, especially now that he has brought you to an abandoned dilapidated property. He can't believe you're not running away and screaming bloody murder, you must really fancy him.

Cheeks warm, arms crossed to fight the biting cold, and the moonlight shining directly down on you like you were chosen by the goddess herself, Hobie can't help but sigh in wonderment.

“You're staring. Again.” You hide your sudden shyness with your scarf. “You're definitely gonna kill me, obsession is a trait most killers have you know.”

He chuckles, boots slowly inching closer to you, “what else do they have?” He taunts, a playful smile on his lips.

Christ it's getting harder and harder for you to not kiss him. You really want to, ever since he gave you your own helmet on your fourth date, with him saying that it's an investment for future dates so you don't have to keep borrowing his own. You swear you've never wanted to kiss someone this much in your entire life.

You pretend to think, “they're incredibly charming.” He gives you his best smile whilst slowly coming closer. “They have a knack for making people trust them, and in turn making them vulnerable.”

Hobie stands toe to toe with you, feigning intimidation. You again resist the urge to kiss him. “Do I make you feel vulnerable, love?”

You wave your bashfulness away, tugging him by the lapels of his leather jacket, you pull him closer. “No, that's for our twelfth date.”

He breaks the bit you two have going on, laughing, he holds your face in his cool hands, squeezing your equally cool cheeks. “Lookin' forward to it.”

You mirror his smile, “yeah, I'll be super vulnerable that day, so you better reschedule my murder on that day instead.” Cheeks still squished, your comment was a garbled mess. Good thing he speaks fluent Y/N.

“I'll keep that in mind,” Hobie leans close, lips dangerously close to yours, “you're right about one thing though,” his breath fans against your lips, and the anticipation is killing you. “I'm bloody charmin’” Abruptly leaning away, he leaves you standing on the pavement dazed and confused.

His laugh wakes you up, turning around, you see his satisfied smile and his twinkling eyes. He beckons you over, the metal of his jacket clinking from his movement. “You comin'? Or you're still frozen from my charm?”

You put your hands on your hips, exasperated but happy and smitten. “I change my mind, I think I should be the one who gets to murder you.”

Hobie guffaws, his loud laugh echoing around the vast and empty space. “If you can catch me!” He sprints off, entering the building, leaving you alone. In the dark. Where there might be creatures lurking.

“That little shit.” Something rustles in the bushes, and you make a run for it. “You little shit!” You scream after him. “Get back here!”

Your footsteps echo in the darkness, with only the moonlight peeking through the cracks in the concrete as your guide, you huff in place. The musty and earthy smell of the building jumps at you. There's water dripping from somewhere, and there's old broken furniture littered around the place. You deduce it was a mansion before it was abandoned, just based on the fact that there's a huge chandelier on the floor.

“Keep this up, Hobie, and there won't be an eighth date!” Voice carried off by the wind, a light hits the side of your face.

“Don't even joke about that, love. That's fuckin’ scary.” Hobie finally shows himself, torch in hand, and a deep frown on his previously smiling lips.

“Scarier than this place?”

“Yes, how are you gonna kill me on our anniversary if we can't even have an eighth date?” He hands you a spare torch, hands brushing along yours. The pads of his fingers linger for a second more. “‘m sorry for leavin’ you, I won't do it again. I promise this place is safe, yeah? And it'll be worth it.”

You narrow your eyes suspiciously at him, “please tell me you're not planning on snogging me here.”

Hobie makes an offended face, scoffing, “nah, our first kiss here? Get off it, I'll kiss you like a proper gentleman, with roses littered on the floor and romantic music playing.” You snicker, and he does the same. Eyes full of endearment for you, he continues. “I’ll even add a home cooked meal into the mix.”

You relent, looping your arms over his neck, you can't help but smooch his cheek. “I'll take the home cooked meal.”

He embraces your middle, “I hope you like pesto, and the most delicious cheesecake you'll ever have in your entire life.”

“I like them both, especially if you're the one making them.” You hug him closer. “Will you let me help at least?”

“How ‘bout you sit on my counter and look pretty instead?”

You look up, pretending to think, “sure thing, handsome. But let me clean up after?”

“That, I can't do, it's against my principles.”

“Oh principles, huh?” You lean your face close, lips ghosting over his own. Taunting him, leading him into a trap, he turns into putty in your arms.

“Mm-hmm, principles.” His tone wavers as he focuses on your pretty lips and how your eyes shine just for him.

Suddenly moving away with a giggle, he looks at you like you just kicked his puppy. “Sucker.” You say, smiling mischievously.

He nods, hands on his hips, bested at his own game. Biting his lips, head down, he doesn't let his giddy smile show itself. “Fuckin' hell,” he could only say while under the fog of affection you created.

“You okay, Hobie?” You duck, peeking at his face to tease him further. “What did you want to show me in this musty place? We did have to ride here for an hour and a half.”

Fixing his composure, he almost loses it again when he sees you playfully tilt your head. Biting his tongue, and trying (and failing) to calm his heartbeat, he finally replies. “Upstairs, love.”

You grin like you've won the biggest teddy bear at the fair. “Okie dokie, upstairs it is.”

“You go first.” He gestures towards the worse for wear stairs with his head.

“And let you pull a fast one on me? Nope, you go first.”

“You go first because if you fall I can catch you, not because I want to take a look at your arse.”

You fake a gasp, “I didn't say anything about looking at my ass, I was talking about you scaring me.” Shaking your head like you're chastising him, you still go up the stairs first. “What was that saying? The one that James said to his girl last week?” You bait him.

“‘I hate to see you leave but love to watch you go?’”

“Hobie!” You giggle out, winning once again.

“I'm startin' to think that I should've gone first.” He says it flatly but his soft smile says otherwise.

The stairs are winding, with every step the stairs get more and more broken than the last. With its cracking and creaking wood, the material has been morphed from the elements through the years. The walls have different graffiti on them, some are cool looking but some are mostly raunchy that are most commonly seen on bathroom stalls.

His arms are ready to catch you when you almost slip on a piece of glass. Hand on the small of your back, he's starting to think twice about bringing to his old spot.

“You alright?” He sighs in relief at your nod. “Careful,” guiding you upwards, for his own sanity, his hand never left your back.

“What’s at the end of the rainbow?” You ask, voice echoing, “Spiderman himself better be waiting for us up there or—” your words get stuck in your throat at the view.

Hobie leads you away from the stairs, and towards the roof. Without the trees blocking the sky, light and smoke pollution hiding the stars, you gasp at the sight. Millions of stars twinkle, no clouds in sight as the full moon greets you back.

“I've never seen so many stars.” You gawk and softly chuckle. “It's beautiful.”

Hobie could only gaze at you as the stars reflect your eyes. “It is.”

After a breath, you look at Hobie with adoration. “Thank you for bringing me here. The trip was worth it.”

He takes your hand, “I used to hang around ‘ere on my own, the view helps.”

“You bring all your girls here?” You joke.

“Nah, only you. Just you, love.” Your heart leaps at the words. The sudden coldness around your wrist almost makes you jump if not for his hold.

“What's this?” Hobie moves his hand away to reveal a silver bracelet with an itty bitty black guitar pick charm. You crane your neck up so fast he thought that you might've broken it. “Hobie,” you say breathlessly. “What— wh—” You clamp your mouth shut when he holds your face gingerly.

“Is this better than havin' spiderman ‘ere?” Hobie leans closer for the third time. He promised that your first kiss wouldn't be in the broken down place, despite its falling walls and waterlogged floors, it has a special place in his heart. It's only appropriate to bring you who has wiggled her way inside his heart to his special place.

“A thousand times better.” Your cold breaths mix together.

“Does this mean I get an eighth date?” His thumb rubs soothingly under your eyes.

“That and a hundred more.” Finally closing the gap, you kiss him like how the stars graze the sky. Softly and tenderly, leaving pieces of yourself in the kiss.

Maybe he'll tell you about his other secret at one of those hundred dates.

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in1-nutshell · 4 months ago

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Well first off we now need IDW Steve because you have to pry Ophelia and Steve out of my cold dead hands.

I haven't read anything about IDW Steve (if there is any) so this Steve is my interpretation of the bot.

Will also be referring to this Ophelia and Steve for MTMTE.

Hope you enjoy!

MTMTE Steve meets MTMTE Ophelia

SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

Like many other Cybertronians, Steve just wanted a fresh start in life.

With the ending of the war, the former con didn’t really know what to do and there was no way he was going to stay on Cybertron as it was.

Either being on the same planet as Prowl or going on a definitely ‘real’ quest to find some mystic knights.

The knights sounded much more pleasant than Prowl.

Steve knew for a fact there were still great prejudices between bots and cons.

He wasn’t blind to the glares and snide remarks behind his back.

Thankfully, Drift helped make settling onto the ship much easier.

Drift and Steve walking down the hall. Steve: “Thanks again for helping me Drift. I can never get directions the first time.” Drift: “No problem. I’m heading to Swerve’s with some of the others, care to join?” Steve: “Maybe next time—” Steve suddenly spots a large bot talking to Rodimus. A very familiar looking bot. The bot momentarily looks up at the pair, smiles, then waves. Steve absent mindedly waves back. The larger bot walks with Rodimus to Swerve’s. Steve: “You know what, Rung did say something about meeting new bots. Count me in Drift!”

Steve didn’t really know why this larger bot seemed to be occupying so much of his thoughts.

It was… strange.

Maybe it was because he met only a few bots that large.

It took a while for him to actually begin to talk to her.

To his surprise, she was a friendly bot.

Soon enough the pair began hanging out around random places in the ship.

From meeting rooms, to Swerve’s, to in between work.

It was nice.

What was not nice was how Steve found out she was a minibot.

Steve opens the medbay carrying a box of medical datapads. Steve: “Ambulon? I brought the extra data pads you asked for.” He stares at Ratchet and First Aid, both with their servos inside a grey frame of ‘Ophelia’. Steve dropped the box and screamed. Ambulon quickly came to the screaming bot. Steve: “AAAAAHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Ambulon: “Steve! Steve, calm down!” Steve: “CALM DOWN!? CALM DOWN!? WHAT HAPPENED TO HER!? WHAT—” Ophelia walks into the medbay with a couple of energon cubes. Ophelia: “Ratchet they didn’t have your usual. I asked Drift if you liked any other drink, so I…” Ophelia looks at the scene in front of her. Steve was staring at her, wide optic; Ambulon had both his servos holding said bot still; Ratchet had a welder in one servo while First Aid still had his servos in her mech suit. Ophelia: “… Am I missing something?” THUD! Ophelia: “OH SWEET PRIMUS! STEVE!” Ophelia hurries over to the unconscious mech’s side. Ophelia: “What in the Allspark happened?!”

Yeah, it took a bit to explain her mech suit and why she put it on.

At least, what she told most bots.

It was hard being at war and being so small on a team known for taking heavy hits.

The suit helped not only her, but her team.

Steve had to take a few minutes to properly understand that this minibot that barely made it past his knee joint was the same bot who arm wrestled Whirl for a free drink (that she gave to him after she won).

Just wait until he finds out about Minimus Ambus…

Steve often finds himself questioning how the Autobots won the war, seeing how dysfunctional they are.

But then again, the Decepticon’s weren’t better off either.

It takes a bit for Steve to get used to seeing Ophelia outside the suit, that meaning stop looking up but down, but he didn’t mind it too much.

Ophelia was still the nice, friendly, kind, and pretty—

Did he say pretty?

Pretty small!

Yes, she was pretty small…

Ophelia and Steve are walking down the halls when the halls start getting crowded with larger bots. Steve looks down to see Ophelia slowing down a bit from having to weave through the number of bots pedes. Steve: “I can carry you.” Ophelia: “What?” Steve: “I mean, so we don’t have to slow do—OW!” A bot had accidentally pushed Steve back. Steve waited to feel the harsh ground connect to his helm. It never came. Instead, he felt a pair of smaller servos on his back. Ophelia was holding him and walking like he weighed nothing! Ophelia starts walking with the crowd. Ophelia: “Maybe we should get back to the classroom and wait until everyone leaves. That way we don’t have bots trying to step on us or push us out of the way because who-knows-what.” Ophelia notices his stare. Ophelia: “1 percenter. You don’t weigh a thing.” Steve still in awestruck: “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Ophelia laughs at the comment. Ophelia: “Trust me Steve, you haven’t even scratched the surface yet.”

And he believes it.

Steve just knows that there’s something Ophelia isn’t sharing with him.

Something big.

But he’ll wait for the time to come, he isn’t in a hurry after all.

It was a couple of days after the percenter reveal that Steve sat up at three in the morning realizing he did, in fact, had a crush on Ophelia.

He doesn’t know how to properly go through this.

So many ‘what if’ scenarios go through his processor.

What if he confessed?

What if she said no?

What if she said yes?

What if she wanted an Amica instead?

In all his years in the war and now post war, Ophelia, the minibot powerhouse, was the reason his spark started up like a speedster on circuit boosters.

The reason he started getting out of his room earlier.

The reason he ‘borrowed’ Rodimus’s buffer from time to time (He put it back when the captain was training with Drift).

Steve, all buffed and shiny, enters Swerve’s. He spots Ophelia, out of the suit, happily chatting with Chromedome. Steve waving: “Hey—” Whirl suddenly gets in front of him. Whirl: “And where do you think you’re going?” Steve: “I’m just going to Ophelia—” Whirl: “And what?” Steve getting a bit confused and annoyed: “I just want to talk—” WHAM! Steve gets hit in the face and stumbles onto a table, that flipped on top of him. Whirl: “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” Ophelia turns to the sudden sound of glass shattering and screeching metal. Ophelia: “Steve!” A while later… Steve winces a bit as Ratchet fixes his injuries. Ophelia is sitting in a seat next to his medslab with a worried look on her face. Ophelia: “So he just punched you?” Steve: “Essentially… but that’s Whirl.” Whirl on a nearby medslab: “And I’d do it again!” Ratchet: “Both of you hush!” Steve winces again. Ophelia immediately grabs his servo in support. Ophelia: “You’ll be okay Steve. Ratchet’s the best in the business. Just take a nap, I’ll be here when you wake up.” Steve doesn’t hear that last comment, just focuses on his servo slightly dwarfing her servo. He catches from the corner of his optic Whirl glaring at him before... winking? …Maybe Steve could use that nap…

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #mtmte x platonic reader #mtmte x reader #mtmte ophelia #ophelia #mtmte steve

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