#the reason why Optimus has different showers is because he’s so huge

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Showering together although it’s a lot less sexier then imagined

More reunited marvel Optiratch, Optimus is a bit more protective now but Ratchet is never getting kidnapped again though!

[transformerimagines]

Sweet Memories (Tfp Knockout x Reader)

This request comes from http://skyannaj.tumblr.com/ who requested ‘ Can I get a Knockout x Reader where the reader is an Autobot fem, but built more like Bee than Arcee, & her alt is a purple 65 mustang? She & Knockout fall in love after discovering they share a love of racing & pristine paint jobs (though she's not as narcissistic as he is) & he leaves the Cons & begs his way into joining the Autobots because he loves her & can't stand the idea of possibly being forced to hurt her. (extra.. Breakdown ends up joining too because Knockout's his best friend).’ Hope this is something along the lines of what you were looking for.

It wasn’t that busy of a day at the Autobot base so you spent it waxing your frame in your berth room. It was a weekly ritual of yours, after a week of fighting Con’s and looking worst for wear it was nice to pamper yourself a little. You had just finished up your waxing session when Optimus called you to the control centre, Bee had been out on a run and it seemed that your partner had a small run in with a Con. Naturally, you were the one called to get him out of his mess, it was always you to go and rescue Bee. You were matched by Bee in most ways, from the shape of your frame to the training as a scout but while he chose a bright yellow alt mode you decided a deep purple best suited your personality.

“Expect hostiles when you arrive at Bumblebee’s location.” Optimus informed you once you arrived and the coordinates were punched in for the Ground bridge.

“Sure thing, Op.” You shouted back as you ran through the now open Ground bridge. The place you were standing was covered by a rain cloud which pelted water droplets on you, it seemed to be a large farming field of sorts. Bee stood out against the grim background, he was in alt mode being chased by a red Con who was hot on his tail. Upon seeing you, Bee changed his course so he didn’t run you over but as his wheels changed direction they kicked up a large wave of mud that washed all over you, covering you from helm to pede.

“Oh god.” The worried beeps of Bee reached your audials as he transformed out of alt mode and promptly backed away from you. He seemed to have the right idea because just as he was out of reach, you lunged at him in anger with a cry of rage.

“Bee!” You screeched his name as he continued to dodge your well-placed punches and kicks, you tired yourself out before he did which is when you actually took in the damage to your once beautiful frame. “I just waxed!” You shouted at him again. Your arguing stopped the Con in his tracks, he was a little blown away that an Autobot would stop a rescue mission because of her ruined paintjob. He transformed and shot a small beam between Bee and yourself so that now your optics were focused on him.

“He all but wrecked my paintjob as well!” Knockout shouted to the two of you making you look over him with a critical optic. The Cherry red Mech had indeed suffered some damage to his chest plate in the form of punch scrapes and burn marks but overall your damage was all over while his was concentrated, you deduced that yours was worse. It was different for a Mech to take such pride in his frame, it was a nice change to the Mechs that you worked with. Primus knows how much Wheeljack would look presentable if he let you give him a paint job.

“He sadly has no respect for things of beauty,” You informed Knockout as Bee stood defensively, you on the other hand was trying to remove as much grime as possible to at least look decent in front of the handsome Mech. “Like yourself.” You smirked as you said the last part, pretending to look over your digits before your optics flickered up to him in a teasing manner. Knockout looked at you quizzically before his intake rose in to a sly smile as he watched you nonchalantly brush some mud from one of your curved legs.

“It takes one to know one, Sweetspark,” He flirted with you, thinking that if you were going to start it then he can very well finish it. “Speaking of, how is it we’ve never met? Did the Autobots try to hide such a delectable specimen as yourself?” You let out a mixture of a chuckle and a scoff at his slick words, the Mech certainly knew how to sweet talk a Femme, that was for sure.

“I’ve been working in the background this whole time, probably because they were worried about what would happen if we did meet.” You explained, much to Bee’s annoyance who beeped irritably at you. In response, you flicked some of the mud from your servo at him. Knockout raised an optic ridge at your answer before grinning at you, a menacing yet enchanting action.

“Oh, what do they expect to happen, were we to meet?” He asked you in an innocent tone but you knew that there were probably thousands of scenarios running through his helm, like they were also running through yours. You opened your intake to reply but was cut off when Bee sent out a electric pulse towards Knockout, putting the Mech in to temporary stasis as he hit the mucky ground.

“Now that you’ve stopped making googly optics at the enemy, mind if we get back to base? I think you need an oil shower.” Bee communicated in an annoyed tone before you smiled sheepishly at him. You glanced one last time at the Con before you walked through the Ground Bridge, hoping that it wouldn’t be the last time you met.

+-+

After the fiasco, today with the Con and the muddy situation, you decided to go out and race. Like the pampering sessions, it was a nice way to relax after a strenuous day especially a day like this were you spent a good two hours making sure you were fully rid of the mud you were previously covered in.

“Well aren’t you the most beautiful 65 Mustang I ever laid optics on.” You were barely in the starting line-up for 5 seconds when Knockout’s voice sounded over your Comms and the Red Aston Martin himself pulled up next to you. “You look a lot better than you did earlier.”

“Yeah, I was in the oil shower for hours making sure I was presentable for the race,” You said as your optics scanned his frame, seeing that it now gleamed instead of being marred by scratches and burns. “You clean up nice.” You spoke appreciatively, earning a rev from Knockout’s engines.

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced yet, Sweetspark. I’m Knockout, Decepticon Medic.” He introduced himself, a small buzz of static was passed to you from his frame which jolted you slightly. You also noticed how his electro-field was changing in an attempt to interact with yours, according to Ratchet it was the Earth equivalent to pheromones released when trying to find a mate. It sent a shudder down your spinal strut to think he was already looking at you as a potential mate, while it was true Cybertronians usually knew who their Conjunx Endura was within the first few interaction, it was strange to think it was happening to you. But you would play hard to get for, it was in your nature.

“Y/N, Autobot spy.” You replied, not sending out any sort of electro-field but sending your own version of static his way.

“Oh, you are a little tease.” He purred through the Comms as the human running the race came to stand in front of the line-up of cars. You smirked to yourself at his words, watching as the human lifted up a piece of fabric. As they were about to bring the fabric down, you sent out a wave of electro-field which distracted Knockout so you and the other cars could speed off to the finish line.

“A little tease that’s going to win.” You chuckled happily as you watched Knockout finally start the race, trying his hardest to catch up to the other competitors and, more importantly, you as you lead the way in first place.

“You’re on.” He spoke in an almost threat but you could tell he was excited at the prospect of the chase. That night, you finished in first place barley an inch ahead of Knockout who had managed to catch up to you. You lead Knockout to one of your favourite site’s, a cliff overlooking the ocean, and you spoke of the Autobots and Decepticons, the war you were both stuck in and the wonders of the human planet. You hadn’t even realised you had fallen into recharge until you woke up to find a soundly recharging Knockout lying next to you.

-+-

About two months after the race, spending most nights in each other’s company without the knowledge of the factions, Knockout sent out a message to the Autobot base asking for a meeting with the Autobot ranks. You begged to go along with the others, not letting slip about you and Knockout, and after much deliberation Optimus agreed to you tagging along. Once all of the Autobots walked out of the Ground Bridge, you found yourself in a forest clearing surrounded by huge sycamore trees. In the centre of the clearing was Knockout, his arms raised to show he came in peace but that didn’t stop the Autobots from aiming their weapons at him.

“You wished to speak.” Optimus boomed out, staying diplomatic about the situation. You were being shielded by Bumblebee but you couldn’t help your spark pulsing wildly at the look of Knockout so vulnerable to the Autobots.

“I humbly request to join the Autobots.” Knockout spoke slowly and simply, making sure that he got his message well and truly across. You felt your spark drop in your chest plate at what he said, your optics growing wide at the notion he was actually willing to join the Autobots.

“You must be joking,” Wheeljack scoffed from next to you, guns out and focused on Knockout’s helm. “What a load of slag!” The Wrecker yelled out, you turned to him and shushed him non-to silently before motioning to Optimus who seemed like he wanted to speak.

“Why the change of factions?” Optimus asked Knockout once you quieted Wheeljack who was currently glaring holes into your helm. You kept your optics on Knockout, watching how his own red optics switched from Optimus to you momentarily.

“I first and foremost signed up to be a medic, my reasoning for siding with the Decepticons was because I abhorred the idea of caste’s. I fought for that ideal but now it has been blown out of proportion. Megatron now fights for power and to satisfy his hunger for causing pain and damage wherever he goes, and I don’t believe in that.” Knockout informed the autobots who seemed to actually take in to account what he was saying. Knockout had told you of how he was becoming conflicted with the Decepticon regime, you had suggested he join the Autobots in jest and he even laughed at the idea. Yet here he was, requesting to join.

“I’m afraid we can’t allow you to join, Knockout. You say you have changed but we have no proof.” Optimus spoke with authority, his answer surprised you in all honesty, you thought he would have at least gave Knockout a chance.

“Wait, what?” You asked, stepping out from behind Bumblebee so that you were now standing between the Autobots and the lone Decepticon. “How is that a reason for refusing him?” You asked Optimus who looked a bit startled that you put yourself in this situation. Bee looked like he was about to have a spark attack and tried to urge you to come back into the ranks.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this.” Knockout told you, sending out soothing electro-waves to try and calm you down. It was risky for him to do this, no doubt the Autobots were aware of the waves which is why they turned to the both of you in questioning.

“No Knockout, there is no reason to refuse you,” You told him as you turned your helm towards him before turning back to face the giant that was Optimus Prime. “What about Drift? You allowed him to join once he swore loyalty, in fact I remember you being eager to say yes to him. So why are you hesitant now?” You asked Optimus, betrayal lacing your voice at the fact he was trying to turn away the Mech you had fallen in love with.

“Drift revoked his guns, and he showed his change. I’ve got no evidence that Knockout has changed for the better.” Optimus tried to explain his reasoning but you were having none of it.

“I have spent every night for the past two months with Knockout, there have been times when he has been called to fight you but do you know what he did? He ignored his orders in favour of staying with me. He is giving up the Decepticons because he has found a better life with me!” You raised your voice in plead, trying so hard to get Optimus to see what you saw. What you said struck a nerve amongst the Autobots who one-by-one started to lower their guns, instead opting to look at you with understanding. A few moments passed before Optimus smiled softly toward you, turning his gun back in to his servo before looking over your head to Knockout.

“I trust Y/N’s word, it seems you have changed for the better,” Optimus began before looking back to you. “I’m glad you have found happiness, old friend. Now bring you happiness back to base with you.” Optimus turned around to call for a Ground Bridge which caused a sigh of relief to escape from you, you then turned to Knockout and ran to the Mech who promptly scooped you up into his arms and held you to him. You never wanted to be separate from him again.

 =-=

“What are you doing awake?” The sleepy voice of your Conjunx Endura crept into your audials as he held you closer to him. You had been kept awake by memories of your past, mainly concerning the milestones in yours and Knockout’s relationship. A smile spread across your faceplate as you turned to face your red eyed love. Knockout’s vanity kept him from changing his optic colour to blue like yours and the rest of the autobots, he liked to keep his appearance uniform and impeccable.

“I could ask you the same question.” You replied cheekily to which the mech placed his derma to yours in a soft kiss.

“I have to go and help Ratchet in the Med lab, apparently Wheeljack has been trying to get his hands on some surgery tools.” Knockout explained, you laughed at the reason he was awake. You could imagine the Comm that he had got from the older medic. You nuzzled into his chest plate for a few seconds before three loud knocks sounded on the door to yours and Knockout’s berthroom, the door slid open to reveal Breakdown who beamed at the two of you while a certain red and purple sparkling hung from his arm.

“This one woke me up again.” Breakdown grumbled in fake annoyance at the antics of your sparkling. You sat up in the berth while Knockout remained laying and opened your arms out to the sparkling who immediately jumped to you.

“That’s because you are her beloved Uncle,” Knockout mumbled before smirking at his best friend. “Plus, I told her to.” He admitted as the little femme began giggling at the faces you were making.

“Mumma, Wheeljack promised to take me flying in the Jack Hammer today,” Your sparkling spoke excitedly before sitting down with a thought struck face. “He said he needed to repair it first though.” You laughed joyfully at your little one, she had been spoilt ever since she was a protoform and had been heavily protected by the Autobot forces.

“That’s why he’s trying to get the tools.” Knockout spoke in a tired manner, trying to slip back in to recharge however his medical assistant wouldn’t allow that.

“Come on Doc, you’ve been called.” Breakdown coaxed Knockout making the red mech groan in annoyance before he gave up and got out of bed, following Breakdown out of the room but not before giving you and your sparkling a kiss on the helm. Once they were gone, your little one turned to you with sparkling optics.

“I haven’t told anyone, Mumma,” She spoke quietly before placing a hand over your spark were not one, but two sparks were pulsing. “About my little brother or sister.” She said as she pressed her helm that looked a lot like Knockout’s against your chest plate.

“Good femme, it’s a surprise for Daddy.” In reality it wasn’t a surprise but you wanted to see the look on Knockout’s face when he realised you were once again carrying his sparkling.