Transformers || Oneshots

Below Zero~ Smokescreen x Femme reader

-Not requested-

Enjoy, this idea has been stuck in my brain for over 4 months, so I'm glad to finally be writing it :)

Notes:
• This be wholesome as fucc
• Just saying so I declare it: Smokescreen is definitely in my top favorite. I love so many to officially declare a favorite bot, but idk. He's always, always high up on my list. He's just so childish, and that's seriously who I see myself with in the future, someone of my same nature.
• This story is amazing 😂 amazingly stupid and cute
• N/N = nickname

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Below zero
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*knock*

"Y/D? You up?"

*knock*

Without anymore hesitation, the red, white, and blue mech came charging into the room, shaking the berth a little to wake the sleeping femme.

'Y/D c'mon, we got a day planned here." Smokescreen said, plopping into the big berth practically right on top of her, spreading his servos every which way to try and wake her up. The femme under him squirmed and groaned, a clear signal she was indeed slowly but surely waking up.

"If you don't get your gears shifting and stabilizers up and walking in 5 nano-seconds you're getting tickled there, sweetspark."

The femme heard him but surprisingly didn't believe him. Bad choice on her part. She squirmed to the opposite side of the bed, before the rookie kneeled over on the berth and pulled her into his solid grip, now standing with her in his arms.

"One more chance there, superstar. Wanna give up and wake up now?"

Y/D gurgled out a groggy "no" into the side of his neck cables, wrapping her arms around his chest plating as her pedes and stabilizers dangled still in recharge mode.

"5...4...321" The tall mech said, making sure his grip on her was strong. He shifted a little so he was now holding her weight on his shoulder to have a free arm. His other arm held her tibulens so she wouldn't fall.

"You asked for this." He said with a small chuckle, allowing his free servo to gently brush the sides of her torso, making her chuckle a little into the crook of his neck.

"Nuu, nuu stopp" Y/D whined, trying to move away from his feather touches, but his hold was to strong as his tickling method increased.

"SmOkeScreen, SMOKEY STOP-" Y/D cried out, tossing and turning as he roared with laughter and an evil smile.

Y/D finally kicked her way out of his grip, throwing herself on the ground with a loud thump. Smokescreen doubled over in laughter as the femme huffed and stood up, shoving him into the closest wall.

"HeyHEY, that's not necessary, now is it? Feel better there?" Smokescreen said, standing up properly.

"As a matter of fact, yes. Yes I do." Y/D said with a smile. Smokescreen was her best friend since his arrival on Earth and even way before, dating back to almost a sparkling age when they first met. The two thankfully got reunited on Earth. Everyone of course teased the couple, claiming that they were practically "Sparkmates from arrival", yet the two always dismissed the claims, stating that they were only simple two best friends.

But the two of them clearly have their well-kept and burning hot secrets, though.

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(Y/D's pov)
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"Pfft, anything to get you out of berth. So, what's the agenda for the day Madam? I swear if you even think of doing something boring again, I'm going to leave you stranded on the highway all alone for the remainder of the day-" The arrogant mech exclaimed beside me.