Is it ok if I have a yandere nickel x human reader x yarn drabble?
Nickle cared, the Decepticon Justice Division knew it and you knew it. It just appeared like she cared a little too much when it came to you...
"Absolutely not!" Nickel shouted as she held you protectively in her arms. Tarn sighed, "I'm not saying we-!"
"I don't care! I am not going to let them out of my sight!"
"Nickel, I know you care about them, but I think-!"
"You're fragging right I care about them!" Nickel snapped, and wow, Tarn was getting no say in this. You almost felt bad about the situation you had caused with your little escape attempt.
Not that Nickel or Tarn knew. In their eyes or optics, you had just fallen from a high place and twisted your ankle and hurt your wrist while trying to soften the fall.
It hurt and your cry of pain had alerted the medic of the DJD. So here you were, being held by the small femme as she tried to protect you from Tarn who wanted to lock you in some cage like an animal.
Well, you kinda of were their little mascot, but the cage was maybe a little too much? That's what Nickel thought at least.
"Nickel, please-!"
"No, Tarn, I'm going to take them to the medbay where I will bandage them and then take them to my habsuite where they should stay at!"
If Tarn wanted to object he didn't. No, instead his shoulders slumped as he let Nickel carry you to medbay where she set you on a table to sit on while she performed a quick x-ray on you.
She hummed, pleased to see that you hadn't broken anything, but your wrist and ankle sure were sore.
"I can't understand how you managed to hurt both your wrist and ankle...!" She grumbled as she reached for a bandage.
Ah, she stole the words from your mouth.
You hummed quietly as she moved her servo and you got the hint. Slowly, you extended your arm and leg to her and she started to bandage them so they could heal properly.
"Thank you..." You thanked quietly.
"Yeah, you better thank me," Nickel grumbled stubbornly. You smiled, "Sorry that I scared you like that."
"I wasn't scared!" The stubborn little femme snapped, "I was just worried that you might break something!"
Ah, that is called being scared, but you didn't say anything to her, not wanting to get to her bad side.
Not like that was possible, she seemed to worship you and was willing to look past mistakes and such.
Maybe she knew that you had tried to escape but chose not to believe it. Maybe it was for the best for both her and your sake.
Either way, you wouldn't be trying again any time soon with a twisted ankle and wrist... Or if you were going to be locked in Nickle's room for the rest of your life.
It would be for your own good, she would no doubt say, but for now, she was quiet and you appreciated it.