Megatron

Today it seemed like the Nemesis' halls were even colder than usual. 

When receiving word from Dreadwing that you were indeed in the Arctic, it was confirmation enough for you to go put on your warmest clothing. Just the thought of the polar winds and endless icy wastelands beyond the ships's walls had you shivering.

When your teeth started to clatter and your fingers started turning a light blue, you decided to ditch the chilly throne room and go sit on the warlord's berth. Why his berth you ask? Why, the built-in heater of course!

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When entering his personal suite later on in the day, Megatron walked in and found you lost among a heap of blankets, happily reading a magazine. It was quite a welcoming idea to do the same after being out in the cold searching for relics all day. 

Looking up and noticing the little icicles that have formed on the ends of his shoulder plating, you smile and pat the berth inviting your friend. "I think you should join me." 

The warlord complies without a word. When lying comfortably, Megatron lifted you up in order to put you on his chassis. 

The sheets that you were previously bundled up in gave way to reveal your feet. Megatron squints his optics, his gaze seeming to be glued to your them. 

"...What are those?"

You look down at your brightly colored feet. "They're socks." 

"I am aware of that. I wish to know why they have so many different hues." 

You shrug your shoulders. "Because that's how they were manufactured?" 

"..."

"Get rid of them." he instructs.

"What?! Why?" you question.

"They are unsightly." 

You cross your arms. "Then don't look at them! I'm not taking them off, my feet will be cold." 

He scowls. "The heater will be warm enough. Now take them off." 

"No!" The two of exchange glares.

You were stubborn yes, but so was Megatron.

...and he always got what he wanted, no matter what it takes. 

So with great protest from your side, he grabbed the ends of the rainbow socks and removed them himself.

You were put down once again, your feet bare. 

The 'unsightly' socks were incinerated seconds later...

...along with half the floor.

"..."

"Happy now?" You say, arms crossed. 

"Indeed." 

Starscream

Okay, maybe this wasn't your best nor smartest idea, but everyone gets something like this done to them sometime in their lives, right? 

Hushed giggles come from the large room. You were hunched over beside the seeker's berth, a paintbrush dipped in a very extravagant pink was held in your hand. Said pink's, along with many other colors' paint cans, are hastily taken up and put away when you are satisfied with your work. Now all that was left to do is sit and wait for the sleeping beauty to wake. Snickering you go and stand on the other of the wall, out the way of possible trampling peds.

When hearing shuffling, you peak into the room. 

Starscream could swear there was something lightly touching his face while he was recharging. Perhaps it was only his imagination?  

You watch in anticipation as the seeker disappears into the bathroom. Then, seconds later, came what you were waiting for:

The highest pitched scream you ever heard in your life.

Shortly after, a furious Starscream comes stomping in.

"(Y/N)!!!!!!" 

When the enraged seeker spots you, you decide to play it cool. "​​​​​​​​​​​Hey! Starscream! Up so early?" 

"Don't play dumb with me femme! You did this to me didn't you?!" he says furiously, pointing at his dolled up face. 

"You're right, I'm sorry I did this... I should've gone with passion fruit instead of pink; it would've complimented your optics better..."  You yelp when suddenly snatched up and held in tight claws.

"Oh, you will pay greatly for this, my dearest (Y/N)..." 

And so you did. Two days later, and you still couldn't get the bright colors from your hair.

Soundwave

"You're doing it wrong! This piece is supposed to go over the other!" Frenzy's servo is slapped away. "Just let me do it!" Rumble huffs and continues with turning your once beautiful hair into a big mess. 

The creations all decided that today (after seeing a hairproduct commercial on TV) they would learn the human art of hair styling. Only problem was, none of them had hair; and when their gazes all seemed to fall on you, you knew it was time to run.

Sadly, you were no match for five eager cassettes.

"There!" Rumble turns you around to face the others. "I think I did a pretty good job!" They all look you over (even Ravage). "I don't know... I feel like it's missing something..." There's a moment of pause. "I got it! We need a bow!" Frenzy exclaims. It was said and done. Ratbat and Lazerbeak both choose a bow and place it in either side of your head. 

"We're done!" A mirror is placed in your hand. Hesitant, you lift it up to your face... What you see, almost makes you drop it. 

The use of too much hair spray was evident. Your hair was put up into what looked like a messy bun/ afro. Not to mention the two different colored bows didn't match at all...

"Well..." You ponder what to say and not disappoint the awaiting minicons. "It's really...different!" 

"Hmmmm... I think we should start over." You shake your hands before you. Just the thought of another hour of yanking... "Agreed." They start closing in on you. 

Luckily Soundwave comes to your rescue. "Children: Time...for your... second... energon cubes." 

As if casting a spell, they all run off, leaving you to sigh in relief. "Thank you. I don't think I'll be able to last much longer." Your hand subconsciously goes to the bird's nest on yolur head. You frown. "I'm never getting this out..." 

Something gently slides through your messy locks, taking out some of the knots.  

Soundwave, a thousand pound robot, sat crosslegged behind you, gently taking up your hair. With long, gentle digits, he starts to work on it. Piece by piece the TIC weaves the strands together. The touch was soothing and before you knew it, he was done. 

You take a look in the mirror again. The afro/bun was no more. Instead it was replaced by a beautiful waterfallbraid.

"Thank you Sounders!"

The silent 'Con is quite surprised when you hug his digit. 

Not that he minds; it wasn't often that he received such affection.

Knockout

It was something every girl experiences some time in their life: The strange urge for a pedicure. 

Like most of us know, certain advertisements can, in a way, persuade one that they need something.

And after a glance at your feet, you were persuaded that a pedi definitely is in order. 

With little to no idea where to find the necessities, it takes you a while; but after some searching (and improvising) you assembled all you needed and set everything up.

Subsequent to a long soak, you were happy with how soft your feet felt. Now all you needed to finish off is a good coat of color.

Thus came the search for nail polish, and at the end, you found exactly that- a whole lot of it.

Why Knockout had so many different cosmetics lying around was really not something you wanted to try and contemplate...

After searching through all the tiny rainbow-like bottles (which took some time considering the multitude), you went to sit down on some soft cushions and diligently started applying the glittery dark blue polish.

That was when the good doctor decided to enter. 

Knockout strode into the med-bay and greated you as usual. You mutter him a "hello" back in your concentrated state. The dull response causes his attention to immediately be drawn. 

Coming closer, he squints his optics. "What are you doing? Is that... paint?" 

"Yup." 

He starts chuckling, which in return allows him to gain your attention. "What's so funny?" 

"If I recall, you are always lecturing me about my paint job, and yet here you are~" 

"Don't go there. I'm not obsessed like you are. I don't care how I look." 

The doctor huffs. "You could've at least chosen a better color. What is that? 'Not breathing blue' ?" 

"Oh, and what color would you prefer?" 

Your annoyed face grew even more annoyed when seeing Knockout smirk. 

"No." 

"Oh come on! That way we'll match!" 

"Exactly my point!" 

His smirk grows even wider. "I thought you didn't care how you looked~" "I don't." 

But the doctor continues his pestering, and finally you were removing the blue and replacing it with cherry red (only to shut him up) .

You show him. "Happy now?" 

He inspects your now red-painted toes. "Hmmm... Actually, on second thought, a purple might look better on you..." 

"That's it!" Knockout dives to the side when every single one of the nail polish bottles are thrown at him. 

He would never tell you what to wear ever again.

Breakdown

"Remind me again why I'm doing this?" 

You fiddle with the collar of the frilly, girly dress you were currently wearing. It was really uncomfortable and not your (or any modern person's) style. It looked like the type of dress your grandmother would've worn to her prom...

Steve sounds smug when answering you. "To impress some lucky mech." 

This answer doesn't satisfy you. With a raised eyebrow you stare at him deadpanned. "You mean this is to impress some guy? Steve, I don't know about you, but I haven't seen many human guys around lately. Why would I want to impress something non-existent?" 

He comes closer, fixing something on the dress. "Who said anything about him having to be human? Now, turn around so I can see the back."

And finally you catch what your newest friend was implying. Heat started rising to your cheeks. 

"Steve, seriously?" 

He scoffs. "I've seen the way you two interact. I think it's cute. Not to mention the way he talks about you. And there's the way the two of you tease each other like any couple. Sure it's a little awkward that you're two different species-" 

"Steve!" The light pink on your cheeks was darkening to a deep red. Steve, seeing your obviously flustered state, carries on with his razzing. "What? I find it adorable." 

"Find what adorable?"

Both of you watch as Breakdown enters the room. At this point your entire face was red with embarrassment as you think of what to tell him. It's not like you were going to tell him about Steve's assumptions-

"(Y/N) , of course!" comes his innocent reply.

You were ready to bite the vehicon's head off, but instead you walked to the back and took off the dress. 

"What's wrong with her?" Breakdown asks as you disappear around the corner. 

Steve only shrugs. "I think it's the dress..." 

"You mean that ugly thing she was wearing?" 

The 'Con wanted to retort, but was interrupted by you. "Thank you for agreeing with me that that piece of cloth should never be worn Breakers." 

Steve looks pointedly at you. "Breakers? Aaaaadoooorabllllllle~" 

"STEVE!!!!"

Predaking

As soon as Predaking's (Y/N)-is-in-possible-trouble senses started tingling, he wasted no time making his way towards his "quarters". The beast-bot made sure to go as fast as possible, but still stay causal enough as to not draw attention to himself.   

He made a right, then a left...then another left...left and a right- following his discernment to where he could sense you. It was when he turned the corner that lead to a certain hallway that he, internally, became disquietude. 

'He was heading straight to Shockwave's lab.'

Not caring about drawing attention anymore, Predaking picked up the pace. Primus only knows what could have already happened to you whilst in Shockwave's keeping... The lab, though also a place of science, could be a place of torture. 

The door can't open fast enough for the predacon's large frame to fit through. The 'swish' and 'click' of the entrance is followed by the mech storming into the room.

"(Y/N)!!! WHERE ARE YOU FEM-"

What stood before him left him surprised. He found you, yes, but not in the predicament he thought he would. You were floundering around in what seemed to be armour of some sort- armour that was definitely not your size. The knee plates' disks were too large, causing you to almost trip with each step, the helmet kept sliding to the side, engulfing your head, and the the breast plate made you look fat. 

"Hey Predaking... Uhh, so Shockwave found me and he was kind enough to not kill me. So I do not have to hide from him anymore and- WHOA!"

The knee-plates collide with one another, sending you pitching forward. Good thing Predaking was able to reach out and catch you. 

"I think it would be best if you got out of this...protective covering." 

You nod sheepishly, "Yes, I don't know what Shockwave's motive was for giving me this prototype in the first place..."