Megatron

It had been a quiet day. Apparently Megatron decided to push some of the more dastardly activities to the side to spend some more time with you.

Ever since your return, the warlord had been making sure to keep you as happy as possible. Not that you mind it in the slightest; when he is in your company he also seems more at ease and content. This kept him from lashing out at others.

But what had the two of you been doing the whole day? 

It started off with an hour or four of the human ex-gladiator teaching you to fight with weapons since, as he had put it, "you can already punch hard enough to dent his hand", and thus were in no need to study the art of fistfighting further. 

After proving your capability of holding a sword and shooting a thing or two, much to Megatron's proud surprise, you went on to having lunch and talking. Dreadwing soon joined the discussion and you had a wonderful time talking about non-military stuff. 

Then the tournament started- the chess tournament. Post rule-checking and explaining, you were able to coax both Decepticons in to playing a round or two with you as witness. It was here that Megatron's intelligence and strategic brilliance came forth. 

Dreadwing had to excuse himself after ten losses. 

"You are very good at this game." You stand up, fixing your clothes.

"Indeed, now let us see how you fare when battling my army." Megatron smirked as he placed the pieces in their starting positions.

You agreed in playing, but only because of that damn handsome smile.

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Defeat came after defeat. It didn't matter how hard you tried. Every time you thought you had the upper hand, Megatron would prove you wrong. Round after round you would hear the words "check mate", try to see where you went wrong, then demand you play again.

Eventually the day turned to night and still you were at it. Megs found it amusing each time you would determinedly ask for another game. He always had something playfully snarky to say. After some time, however, the man got bored.

"(Y/N)," Megatron tries to gain your attention. You "hm?", eyes glued to the chessboard before you. "I believe it's getting late. Perhaps we should call it a night?" 

"No! Please, one more round?" You clasp your hands together as you plead with him. You can win, you know you can. 

The man's eyes light up with affection. "Very well, but this is the last round, agreed?" 

"Agreed." 

You then reset the pieces for the final time. "Which colour do you want to be?" 

"I shall take the black pieces to allow the lady the first turn," the man tauntingly purrs. 

Eyeing him from the corner of your eyes, you make the first move. A pawn is moved two spaces forward, initiating the final battle. 

A dark pawn soon joins the other on the battlefield. 

The pawns are out to play, followed by a knight and bishop. 

More soldiers and members of the artillery are moved to place. 

The battle turns bloody as the fighters fall, but the royalty on both sides stay to watch. 

Then, after so many lost, a victor prevails by taking the other's castle by storm. 

"Check mate."

Megatron looks the chessboard over, not believing that he had been bested. Low and behold, your queen had trapped his king.

You smiled joyfully, feeling very proud, "Thank you for playing with me, Megatron."

The king looks the queen in the eyes- sunlight seeming to radiate from them despite it being night time. "You are welcome," the king replied as the lady curtsies playfully.

Indeed, the king had fallen for the beautiful queen. His ​​​​​​queen.

Starscream

"Ahhh! Isn't it nice to get out for a bit, Starscream?" 

The seeker, who was currently in human form, looks around paranoid like a meerkat searching for imminent danger. 

He was still not comfortable with taking you out when you could get snatched up and taken away at any second. "Quite. Now can we go back before I'm forced to kill a fleshy that decides to get too close?" 

"Starscream, don't be a yandere." You amble down the park's path, basking in the sun and fresh air after being stuck inside for so long.

Starscream stops and stares after you with confusion. "A what?" 

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"I still don't see the purpose of this. AND WHY WON'T THE STUPID THING MOVE!?" 

You boredly tap your fingers to a beat on your rented bike's frame as you watch how Starscream continues struggling with his own.

"Maybe peddle forward and not backwards?" you smirk. How you loved it when he got all flustered and embarrassed. It was pretty cute...

The seeker ceases all movement, glares at you, then does as you suggested he should do. His bicycle moves forward- and so do your plans for the day at the park.

You take the lead, following the stone paths winding through the public garden. The soft chirping of birds and the honking of geese bounced around in the air. Flowers bloomed and coloured in the surroundings. Children ran around, playing and clambering around the playground. Couples were going on strolls or riding bikes...

"It's very peaceful, I must admit." 

You cast a glance to Starscream who was now riding alongside you. He seemed contempt, no longer annoyed at being outside and on a bicycle. 

Then he ran into a lamppost.

"Fraggit! This piece of slag is a death wish! I swear to Primus!" Starscream tries to rubb his forehead under the helmet. 

"Screamer! There are children nearby! Watch your language," you scold.

"Yes, the younglings..." he grumbles, walking backwards and readjusting before peddling after you once again.

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You had a pretty pleasant time following Starscream's breakthrough in bike-riding. He took a liking to the feeling he got when he went fast enough to let the wind hit his face. It made him feel like he was flying. He loved it so much so that he actually asked you if you could do it again sometime. But for now, you had to head home.

Or perhaps, not yet...

"Maybe we should go around. This hill is too steep..." You make a move to turn in the opposite direction. 

"Nonsense!"

"Starscream, I'm not doing it, but if you really believe you can..."

Notwithstanding, he was already peddling full force up the incline. "I shall prove my superiority to the landscape!"

And so he did, for before you knew it, he was huffing and puffing and standing at the peak of the hill (and of his glorious ego). 

"Well done sir! You proved that you have legs of steel!" you joke and clap hands.

Starscream, now over confident, decides that he could not leave you- his only company- alone to go another path, so he comes back down.

At high speed.

He then realised he forgot how the brakes work.

Now he was panicking frantically.

"Starscream! Pull the hind brakes!" You look between the flailing man and duckpond awaiting him should he fail to stop in time. 

"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!" 

He did not stop in time...

The ducks all flee as Screamer sits up and wipes the water from his face. "GAH! I hate earth creatures!!!" 

You laugh, helping him to his feet, but he was not amused.

"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT!?" he seethes.

You aren't sure why, but at that moment you felt like it. At that moment, you peck his cheek.

"I'm laughing at you and how cute you are sometimes."

He was left stuttering and blushing red.

Soundwave

*~When you put your friend in your story as an Easter egg~* 

“Did you see what he can do?”

“Yeah, he took everyone out in less than a minute. People aren’t lying when they say he is a champion!”

“No kidding. He’s a living legend!”

You raise a brow at the twin casettes. Both you and Soundwave glance at one another then turn your gaze to the twins who were entering the hab-suite.

“And just where have you been?” you interrogate. Frenzy looks at you, then at Soundwave, who shakes his head in obvious disapproval.

“Didn’t we tell you? I thought we told you?" "Yeah, I could've sworn we did." "Me too!" "We must've."

"Just tell us...where you were." Soundwave deadpans.

"We went to this place called… What was it again? Lazerworld?” Rumble ponders over his own question.

“LazerWorld?" you repeat.

"Yeah, that high-class laser tag place,” Frenzy pipes up. "We came so close to winning! If it wasn’t for this one guy targeting us, we would’ve done it!”

His excitement sparked something in you. Honestly you have been in Soundwave’s quarters for far too long, and all Sounders does is type on that computer of his all day.

So without further question, you turn to the TIC.
“Let’s go together.”

Soundwave shakes his helm. “Oh come on Soundwave! It’ll be fun! And besides, I’ve been cooped up in here long enough.”

The Con thinks it over, then succeeding the passing of some time, he ends up nodding in assent. He changes into his holoform, but not before opening a well hidden ground-bridge.

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You arrived at the big modern building. After registering and getting your battle regalia, you were set.

You had to admit, Sounders looked good in a laser tag uniform... 

The 'arena' was huge. Many columns and other objects were placed around to act as cover for the players. Speaking of which, there were seventeen players in total, all standing ready and waiting for the game start.

The timer started up, ticking down the seconds. This gave Soundwave just enough time to take your hand and give it an inspiriting squeeze.

The siren goes off.

You stick close to Soundwave. Both of you keep your eyes peeled whilst looking around the area, aware of any danger that could be lurking.

You barely turn a corner before the human-mech pulls you down behind a padded barrel.

Regaining focus, you find Sounders somersaulting over it and shooting the other player right on the target.

And so it went on.

Soundwave took out six players while some other dude called ‘W.W’ matched him in contenders shot. It was a close battle. You made sure to stay at Soundwave's side, feeling safe with him, but it was short-lived.

The man took the lead, running across the open and behind a column. He waved you over, not seeing any danger. You did as he said.

But as he looked around the pillar, he did not notice the two players creeping up behind you. In an instant there was a shot, and your armour beeped.

Soundwave wirled around.

The human-mech saw red.

Two shots are fired.

Two direct hits are made.

Their armour beeped, signaling defeat.

Soundwave ran to you, making sure you were okay. He had completely forgotten about the last opponent, or simply did not care about anything except you at that moment.

That is when you catch movement from out the corner of your eye. 

"Watch out!" Immediately Soundy spins around. Dodging the laser, Soundwave pulls the trigger, landing his bullet in the chest of the opposed.

The match was over. 

“You did it!” You give him a hug, but quickly pull away- face pink.

"We did it," Soundwave utters. He takes your hand and leads you out.

…Meanwhile…

The two players from before took off their helmets, clearly out of breath. The one with the blue hair looked at the one with red hair.

“You think he knew it was us?”

“Primus above, I hope not.”

“Anyway, let’s get home before they realise that it was us.” Rumble said.

“Yeah, no telling what might happen if Boss found out his own two creations shot (Y/n).” Frenzy replied.

Knockout

Without any reason to be in the med bay on this fine day, you and Knockout both found yourselves enjoying whatever the world offered, like the (f/smoothie) you were slurping on.      

"Must you make that irritating sound, Doll?" Knockout questions lazily.

"Yes." You continue with indulging in the drink as noisily as possible. "Do you want some?" 

"No thank you."

"C'mon! I don't have cooties." 

Knockout thinks about it, then takes the styrofoam cup from your outstretched hand. His hand softly brushes against yours, causing your stomach to unexpectedly flutter.

Knockout sighs as he takes a sip, "Is there nothing else we can do?"

You look around the area for something. “It looks like a new miniatures-golf course just opened up. What do you say we go play a round or two? I bet I can beat your aft in a game," you say, reaching for  your cup.

“Is that a challenge, Doll?” He looks at you with a daring glint in his red eyes.

You simply shrug, "Sure." You go to take the smoothie, but Knockout doesn't allow it. He- smirking teasingly- starts slurping on it, making sure to draw it out.

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The course is bigger than anticipated. It consisted of over 20 holes, each varying in difficulty.You go to the reception where Knockout cockily places a few dollars on the counter. “Game for two." 

The fragger didn't even say please.

The man behind the counter, his nametag reading 'W.W', didn’t look amused in the slightest. His blue eyes looked right at him, uninterested.The man, wearing a black mesh shirt and a jacket of the same colour with intricate blue designs, fetched two sticks and golf balls.

“Here you go sir.” He takes the money, mutters something regarding Cybertronians, and leaves. 

​​​​​​“Alright, (Y/n), wanna play some golf?” Knockout looks at you with that damned famous smirk.

He knew it made you flustered by now.

“S-Sure, hope you’re not a sore loser," you utter and turn away to escape his charm.

You both head to the first hole, competitive glances being shared along the way. It was simple enough; there were no extreme obstacles at the beginning.  

“Ladies first," Knockout flashes you a cheeky smile.

Your eyes almost found your brain as you rolled them.

Placing down the ball, you look down the lane where the ball had to travel. After deciding on a strategy, you pick up your stick and lightly hit the ball as best you can. It rolls true, and heads straight for the hole.

'Plonk!' 

“Not bad for a femme, but watch how a mech does it," Knockout confidently gets into position. He places his ball down and follows the same strategy you did. He strikes the golf ball.

It goes straight for the target...

...But stops right in front of it.

You chuckle, causing the red-haired man to glower. “Hey, it was my first try!”

“Yeah, whatever you say Tiger Woods." He looks at you funny, not understanding what was supposed to be a good jest. “Nevermind.” Knockout quickly finishes off with a birdie and you go forth.

The next hole yielded the same results for you, but your competitor got a hole-in-one, much to his egotistical delight. "You better watch your back (Y/N)~"

The games continue. It becomes harder and harder to get a good score, but Knockout really is a natural as he kept achieving hole-in-ones. Eventually you find yourself at the last hole, and this one had the classic windmill as obstruction.

You sigh as you placed the ball down for a final time. Swinging half-heartedly, the ball rolls in the chosen direction. To your surprise, it went straight past the winding blades and into the hole with no problem. "Well, would you look at that!"

Then came Knockout's turn. He places his ball down with a overconfident swagger. "Too bad you're too far behind to beat me, Doll."

He shoots… but the ball hits one of the windmill blades and bounces back. Knockout lookes perplexed.

"Don't get too far behind, Knockout," you bite.

He growls and attempts again… and again… and again. Each time the ball would come back. 

“For frag's sake! Just go through already!” In his great agitation, he strikes the sphere with a little too much force. The ball hits a windmill blade, causing it to flick into the air and out of bounds. “This thing is rigged!” 

The man takes the club and tosses it at the ball (with very poor precision). It soars through the sky and makes contact with the windmill blad. There is a 'CRACK!' as it breaks off. 

“You know that you would have to pay for that…” The reception guy comes over, an entertained grin on his face.

You look at him apologetically, "I’m sorry. He usually doesn't loose it like this...” The Cybertronian goes on a rampage, not stopping until he finally manages to land the golf ball into the hole. 

Breakdown

"Let's go out somewhere." Breakdown casually sat down, one leg over the other and servos behind his helm as he leaned back.

"All of us?" you questioned, looking over at the three vehicons in the room.

"Sure! Why not? Steve, you guys have holoforms too don't you?" 

You frowned in confusion, "Since when does Steve and the others have human forms?"

Gary, the happy little smol' bean he is, gleefully explained, "Since we had to go searching in human towns, in human buildings, in human reachable places, for you!"

Steve put his servos on his hips, "Yup! And I need to take it out for another spin!" 

"Steve...no. Don't speak those words ever again."

"Sorry..."

So went the conversation that lead to Breakdown, Steve, Kevin, Gary and youself going off on an adventure somewhere.  

'Somewhere' being a giant mall. As you entered through the retracting glass doors, the vehocon-men's awed expressions were absolutely priceless. Kevin went to a wall, briefly touching it, "I didn't know that humans were capable of such structural magnificence..." 

"Kevin, lay off the walls man," Breakdown scolds the messy blond. After Kevin reluctantly moved on, you all proceed to the center of the entertainment area. 

"So, what do you guys want to do?" you ask all the males. 

"OHOHOH! What about we go see some human motion pictures!?" Gary excitedly looks to the cinema where many of the latest blockbusters were showing. 

"Nah, we watch it back at our place anyways. Why don't we go do that?" Kevin points to a huge ice skating rink. The sight of the people skating back and forth (some even daring some amateur tricks) immediately draws all the guys' attention. 

"(Y/N)? What do you say? Is it worth it?" Steve asks you for approval. You simply shrug with a grin and start towards the rink. 

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It was quite the victory to get all four the Cybertronians' skates on, however, when it came to the actual skating, the vehicon bros were naturals! Even you got the hang of it soon found yourself zooming around.

Breakdown: not so much.

He tried, he really did, but could not get away from the wall. Each time he did, he would stumble and almost fall on his face (and we don't want him losing another eye). 

"Hey Breakers. Are you doing okay?" You come to a stop next to him as the three others do some fancy 'Nutcracker' choreography as they pass your spot. 

"Yeah! I'm owning it! I'm- Frag!" Breakdown's skates click against the ice as he staggers. You launch forward and cath him under the arms. Slowly you ease him back up to help him gain his balance.

"C'mon, I want us to go to the middle, together." You gently move so you're by his side. 

"I don't know (Y/N)..." The man shies away. But you weren't having any of it. Gently taking a hold on his arm, you slowly start moving forward- him having no choice but to follow your example. 

He tries watching your feet and then recreating the movements with his own. He blunders a few more times, but after a "Woah-" and steady hand to brace him once again he, to his happy surprise, finds himself in the center of the rink. 

"See?" you grin and squeeze his bicep, "I knew you could do i-" 

An arrogant boy skating at max speed decides to knock into you, not even bothering to apologise or help. Ergo, you fell. 

You prepared yourself for the hard fall as your feet were ripped out from beneath you.

Yet it never came.

Blinking, you try to make out what happened. Your body becomes rigid as you feel Breakdown's hot breath against your already flushed face. His sunglasses, which he wore to conceal his eyepatch in public, was a bit scew but still in tact.

"You okay (Y/N)?" You nod, words for answers forming in your racing mind.

"Good." The man places his hand to your back, holding you tightly as he got up. When he was sure that you were alright, he clenched his fists tightly as he did when they were itching.

"Steve! You three stay with (Y/N)." Suddenly he could skate like an expert. 

"I have to teach a brat some manners..." 

Predaking

····Based on a true story.····

You did not think that Predaking would go out on a trip to the earth with you in human form again. 

You were proven wrong. 

Apparently the dragon mech (most likely due to his pride) believed that it would not only be necessary, but good if you got out more. His reasons were that: 

a) It would keep you from accidentally being discovered and squished by any other nosy Decepticons, and,

b) He wished to learn more.

Though these points were given, you knew that he wanted to prove to you and all those who doubt him that he can successfully pay attention to that which he has been given the responsibility to look after, and not run off to foolishly gallivant and save earth creatures he thought were actual brethren to his kind. 

The poor, silly boy. 

But you decided you might as well allow him this, so you both chose a random location and went there. You ended up at some sort of resort...

"Well...Let's see what activities this place has to offer." You start making your way to the reception, Predaking keeping you in his eyes' sight the entire time. Let's just hope no people think he's some sort of creep who's checking you out...

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"Would you care to explain again how this...'tennis' works?"

Predaking dragged his finger across the hired racket's strings, inspecting it. He found their feeling to be quite satisfactory. 

"Well, you have to hit this bouncy, green, fuzzy ball with that racket. It has to go over the net in the middle and bounce on my side. Don't let it pass you or allow it to land outside the lines. Got it?" 

"I believe so..." 

"Good. Now think fast!" 

Predaking jumps to the side as a green blur zooms past his face. Blinking, he looks at the racket in his hand, then to the ball rolling against his foot, then to you. 

He smirks something devious, "Think fast!" 

He throws the ball into the air and hits it with a great force. 

You yelp, shielding yourself with your own tennis racket. The ball successfully bounces off it, leaving you unscathed. Pouting, you frown. Predaking smirks.

It was on. 

Widening your stance, you engage in an epic Western style stare off with the man across the court. 

Your hand twitches and suddenly you serve the ball. 

Predaking ricochets it back, making sure it bounces on the ground once. 

You retaliate, hitting the fuzzy sphere with ferocity. It successfully passes Predaking. "Fifteen-love! One point for me!"

"Very well, but we have only begun." Predaking picks up the tennis ball and serves, initiating the second round.

This continues, back and forth, for the largest duration of the game. All seemed to be going in your favour.

Then something takes hold of Predaking- an instinct. With a battle cry, the male strikes the tennis ball, causing it to fly over the fence surrounding the court. It lands with a rustle of leaves. 

".."

"Oh slag." Predaking slowly lowers his racket. 

"Preda! We're going to have to pay for that ball if we've lost it!" You place your equipment down and rush to where you saw the ball disappear. Predaking is hot on your heels.

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Unfortunately the tennis ball, like most tennis balls, was green of colour. Do you know what else was green? The leaves of the many thickly leaved plant life you were searching through for the last fifteen minutes.

"Did you find anything yet?"

"No, but I did find what you humans call a 'caterpillar'." 

"Predaking, put the poor creature back." 

"Alright." 

You sigh, getting upright after being hunched over for so long. "I think we should just pay..." This small thing suddenly made you feel like a failure for some stupid reason. This must've showed in your body language or he must've sensed it, because the next thing you know Predaking is...hugging you.

His breath was warm against the side of your neck as he spoke,"I apologise (Y/N). I got carried away, and now you have flora and dirt over you." He pulls away to pick some twigs and leaves from your hair.

You start giggling, catching him off guard, "You don't look any better yourself." You pick up the caterpillar which somehow got onto him again. 

And so the two of you stood there, giggling and joking as you dusted each other off and removed plant parts from all over. 

Eventually you were dirt-free and went to tell reception about the ball. 

"Oh, don't you worry about it," the lady at the desk said. "You two were too cute. I don't think I've ever seen a couple willing to search for a single tennis ball for so long." 

The two of you share a glance. "Sure...couple..."