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I bought this lovely keychain explicitly for my Soundwave themed Jeep at TFCon Orlando and promptly forgot all about it until now. Whoops.

Touch-Starved Headcanons

Megatron x Reader, Wheeljack x Reader, Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, and others. I just like the idea of big mechs coming undone at a little comfort.

Starscream

• Almost always the one to initiate it. Just absently scooping you up while grousing about his day and slowly feeling his tension ebb as he sits with you. And you in turn, relax into the feel of his warm hands and the gentle slide of a servo between your shoulder blades as you sleepily ask questions because you know he likes it. He’ll never admit how much he enjoys these moments, they soothe a need he can’t quite pin down. You’re not plotting against him. Not a threat. Just you and he needs this more than you know.

Megatron

• It’s been a long time since he’s let his guard down. Mostly because he knows the loyalty of his followers is a tenuous, uneasy thing. They might cheer his name to his face, but they scheme behind his back. And he can’t allow himself to really make friends with any of them. Any weakness will just be exploited. Used to hurt and betray him. You aren’t Cybertronian, though. He’s almost sure Soundwave deliberately leaves you with him, because the other mech knows how much he needs it. Slumping on his throne in those quiet moments when no prying optics are about, he cradles you against his chassis. Sometimes he tells you about Cybertron before the war, but usually he just idly holds you, his spark softening.

Wheeljack

• So busy. This mech forgets to refuel and recharge when he’s working on a new project, obsession consuming him. And he’s always working on something. It takes a bit for you to notice the pattern and realize the big guy isn’t taking care of himself. And that’s not happening. You walk across his desk to put yourself between him and whatever he’s working on, head tipped up as his vocal indicator panels flash at you in question. He might not remember himself, but a gentle request to share a meal is never refused. He carefully offers his hand and carries you to find an energon cube and something for you. Recharge is the same, a soft complaint that you’re cold and a light touch on his servos and sure, he’s picking you up to hold because he knows you like sprawling on him, soaking in his warmth. With how explosive his projects sometimes are, most Autobots avoid him. That you want to be around him? Understand that he’s lonely and needs this without making him ask? It means everything to him.

Soundwave

• What with his cassettes and his abilities, he’s never truly alone. Lonely, though? He drifts through the base, the voices of other Decepticons whispering in the back of his processor. There, but distant. But not you. He finds himself gravitating to wherever you are, the strange, chaos of your mind so fascinating. You calm whenever he picks you up, those snarled worries and fears soothed away with a touch of his servos. And his own tension drains away in turn. You give him one voice to anchor to when he’s adrift and in danger of slipping under.

Jazz

• No matter how stressed he is, he keeps that smile in place. It’s part of the mask he wears as a spy-nothing can touch him or put a dent in that perpetual good mood. Even if underneath the surface, he’s so tired of pretending. That exhaustion is always there, trying to drag him under. He can’t let that mask slip, not even around the other Autobots. They need him to be the easy, going spot of sun for the team. With you? His door wings can droop as he toys with your hair or feels your little hands cautiously exploring his much bigger servos. He doesn’t have to pretend that everything is alright. And he needs that so much his spark hurts.

Ratchet

Not much better than Wheeljack about remembering to care for himself. He’s too busy. And while he pushes himself past exhaustion, he’s more likely to take breaks if you’re about. He has no idea how long he’s been in surgery, hands a blur, but as he washes the energon off, he sees you. On the counter, back against the wall sound asleep. And then he’s picking you up, venting when you curl into him with a sleepy sound, smiling as he fusses at you. Humans need sleep. And have you eaten? He’s one to talk, but you’ve invoked caretaker mode now. You protest without any real heat and press your face against his palm and he just freezes before carrying you to his quarters to rest. Because you need him and he doesn’t want to put you back down on that cold counter as you cling to his servos. He can’t.

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TFP Soundwave x Reader- skittish

• Distraction. That’s the key. If you’re calm your thoughts aren’t so overwhelming, going from a tidal wave crashing over him to a swiftly running stream. Moving slowly into his quarters, he braces for the onslaught and is relieved when you only lift your head to watch him with wary eyes. That current of anxiety bearable as he carries in his finds. The building he raided had been full of human things. Soft things like you that you might like and he’s aware of the way you tense when he sets them down nearby. Wanting to move closer, but still too afraid of him to do so.

• It’s back and it has an armful of bedding, comforters, pillows, and sheets. Rooting through the pile, it seizes a pillow in one of those snaking tendrils and pitches it near you. That blank screen turns your way, head tilted slightly almost in question. Waiting. Like it’s daring you closer. Everything in the room it’s brought you to seems to be metal, glass, and cold. You’re surprised your breath didn’t fog in the air. And that makes it more than tempting to try and grab one of those comforters. While it’s not hurt you, there’s no telling what it wants. What its game is. You’re not even sure if it can’t speak or just won’t, either.

• There it is. You’re calculating now, instead of just being terrified. Calm. Eyes darting from him to the pile, it’s obvious the gifts are a good choice. You just don’t trust him. Venting, he deliberately picks up one of the heavier blankets and holds it out. You tense, lurching to your feet, but there’s nowhere to run and you must’ve realize it. Slowly, he extends the gift until the offered item bumps your arm. And he waits.

• It’s just staring, the comforter you had your eye on pressed against your arm as it holds it out. Waiting patiently for you to take it. Your hands tremble as you do and it slowly retreats, head tilting further when you wrap the quilted blanket around yourself. And then it’s seizing a blanket, stretching its arm out in offering until you accept that too. One item at a time until you’re sitting in the middle of a pile. Fighting a smile as it seizes the last pillow and almost playfully bumps you with it until you grab it to your chest.

• The human isn’t trembling anymore. It’s calm and smiling up at him. That turmoil is still there, but pushed down. Because it feels safe? It inhales sharply when he reaches for it, intending to run his servos over its head. That wariness is immediately back, its little frame tense. Its fear washing through his processor in sharp little pricks and disappointment settles over him. Venting softly to himself, he pluck up a pillow and pushes it toward you instead so you have to grab it. He’s patient and he can wait. You’ll grow accustomed to him soon enough. It’s not like you have any choice.

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ive lost it. its so lost, this is the depths i get to when left alone with robot thoughts.

the above text but in a more readable format

aomeone kill me. or ask me more abt the dynamics here, that also works!

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Isn't it funny that Starrk's very existence is defined by death and destruction because of his reiatsu, but one of the main aspects of his abilities - the essence of his true form - is the exact opposite, it's creation, the ability to make new life, with his wolf pack, with Lilynette, all pieces of his soul, but all with their own sentience because his loneliness and desperation drove him to want something, anything, beyond what fate dictated for him, even if he had to defy that fate all on his own.

And by funny I mean fucking tragic because gods forbid letting this man be anything else.

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I was feeding pigeons on the beach and I joked to myself about how Soundwave got Laserbeak.

Cybertronian doves.

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Do you have a master list, if not are you going to make one?

I don’t have one, but I’ll look into how to do that tonight on my desktop, because that would probably be helpful 😄

TFP Soundwave x Reader

• At some point the singing fades away and his helm dips to study the human hanging limply from his servos. He can still feel the beat of its heart, slower now with unconsciousness as its sides expand against his grip with its breathing. Strange little thing. Strange, too that he misses the sound of its voice now. It’s not like he hasn’t heard lovelier sounds, but there’s something about the rawness in this creature’s singing that fascinates him. The desperation.

• It’s easy enough to move through the shadows to his quarters. Not exactly hiding his prize, but familiar enough with his companions to know delicate things won’t survive their attentions. Not for long. The human is silent long after he’s shut the door behind him and he shifts it between his servos, tipping its head gently to the side with a tendril so he can study it.

• You’re caught in a vice that shifts against you on the verge of bruising. Making it hard to breathe. Something grips your chin and forces your head back and you blearily struggle. Eyes opening to find it’s still not over. Big and pointy is the one squeezing your rib cage hard enough to be uncomfortable as it uses a tendril to manipulate your head. Gasping and swearing, you slap at the tendril and try to wriggle free. A low, hum of almost-sound lifts the hair at your nape in a cold rush. It’s the feel of a silent speaker alive with power but no sound. Electric as it steals your breath.

• Those little clawed graspers at the end of its tendril seizes your wrist before you can rear back to smack at it again and you freeze. Slowly, so slowly, it’s head tips as it stares at your arm in its grip like it’s trying to reach a decision. Making you uncomfortably aware of how small your arm is compared to all of it. How easy it can break your bones if it wants to. So when it just lets go and lowers you onto a huge flat surface, your knees fold under you, hands shaking, because you can’t believe you slapped it. Or that it isn’t retaliating.

• That panicked confusion of raw emotions is welling up again, screaming through his processor. Overwhelming. Reaching out, he gently prods it with a servo, expecting it to lash out again. Instead, it all but throws itself sideways to avoid his touch. That chaos grows, a wave poised to crash over him and drag him under. Careful. Slowly. He leans closer, its little face illuminated by the glow of his visor as he gives them that simple command again.

• It wants you to sing again. Nerves unraveling until you’re shaking, you just want to cry. Or scream. Had it taken you as some weird little songbird to amuse itself with? A pet? “No,” you whisper, chin lifting even as your eyes burn. You can see your own haggard face in that screen as it pulses the music note icon a little bigger. More insistent. Those weird metal tentacles move fitfully around it, one huge finger at the end of that long arm lifting as if to touch you and then just hovering a foot from you. Shaking. It’s huge, pointy head bows, that music note flashing. It’s shaking all over like it’s… in pain?

• Drowning. He’s being pulled under in that strange, indecipherable tide of emotion and quicksilver, alien thought. Pain staggering and unexpected burning through his processor until he’s paralyzed, frame shuddering with the need to break free. To stop the onslaught by force. To crush the source before he comes undone.

• The touch of the human’s hand on his servo lights through him, intensifying that unwanted connection he can’t shut out. Nearly crippling him. Helm lifting to see it staring up at him with something like sympathy. And it sings, calming itself. Freeing him from that darkness.

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Do you have a master list, if not are you going to make one?

I don’t have one, but I’ll look into how to do that tonight on my desktop, because that would probably be helpful 😄

TFP Soundwave x Reader

• At some point the singing fades away and his helm dips to study the human hanging limply from his servos. He can still feel the beat of its heart, slower now with unconsciousness as its sides expand against his grip with its breathing. Strange little thing. Strange, too that he misses the sound of its voice now. It’s not like he hasn’t heard lovelier sounds, but there’s something about the rawness in this creature’s singing that fascinates him. The desperation.

• It’s easy enough to move through the shadows to his quarters. Not exactly hiding his prize, but familiar enough with his companions to know delicate things won’t survive their attentions. Not for long. The human is silent long after he’s shut the door behind him and he shifts it between his servos, tipping its head gently to the side with a tendril so he can study it.

• You’re caught in a vice that shifts against you on the verge of bruising. Making it hard to breathe. Something grips your chin and forces your head back and you blearily struggle. Eyes opening to find it’s still not over. Big and pointy is the one squeezing your rib cage hard enough to be uncomfortable as it uses a tendril to manipulate your head. Gasping and swearing, you slap at the tendril and try to wriggle free. A low, hum of almost-sound lifts the hair at your nape in a cold rush. It’s the feel of a silent speaker alive with power but no sound. Electric as it steals your breath.

• Those little clawed graspers at the end of its tendril seizes your wrist before you can rear back to smack at it again and you freeze. Slowly, so slowly, it’s head tips as it stares at your arm in its grip like it’s trying to reach a decision. Making you uncomfortably aware of how small your arm is compared to all of it. How easy it can break your bones if it wants to. So when it just lets go and lowers you onto a huge flat surface, your knees fold under you, hands shaking, because you can’t believe you slapped it. Or that it isn’t retaliating.

• That panicked confusion of raw emotions is welling up again, screaming through his processor. Overwhelming. Reaching out, he gently prods it with a servo, expecting it to lash out again. Instead, it all but throws itself sideways to avoid his touch. That chaos grows, a wave poised to crash over him and drag him under. Careful. Slowly. He leans closer, its little face illuminated by the glow of his visor as he gives them that simple command again.

• It wants you to sing again. Nerves unraveling until you’re shaking, you just want to cry. Or scream. Had it taken you as some weird little songbird to amuse itself with? A pet? “No,” you whisper, chin lifting even as your eyes burn. You can see your own haggard face in that screen as it pulses the music note icon a little bigger. More insistent. Those weird metal tentacles move fitfully around it, one huge finger at the end of that long arm lifting as if to touch you and then just hovering a foot from you. Shaking. It’s huge, pointy head bows, that music note flashing. It’s shaking all over like it’s… in pain?

• Drowning. He’s being pulled under in that strange, indecipherable tide of emotion and quicksilver, alien thought. Pain staggering and unexpected burning through his processor until he’s paralyzed, frame shuddering with the need to break free. To stop the onslaught by force. To crush the source before he comes undone.

• The touch of the human’s hand on his servo lights through him, intensifying that unwanted connection he can’t shut out. Nearly crippling him. Helm lifting to see it staring up at him with something like sympathy. And it sings, calming itself. Freeing him from that darkness.

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Transformers x Reader Headcanons- possessive

Soundwave x Reader, Starscream x Reader, Jazz x Reader, Megatron x Reader, Ratchet x Reader

Starscream

• It’s nothing really. Just the way your face lights up when Soundwave brings you a case of bottled water, as if what he’s provided is inferior. His wings flick stiffly up as you thank the other mech, daring to reach out to touch Soundwave’s servo. It’s nothing. Shouldn’t bother him, but there it is, eating at him. How many of your little smiles have you gifted the other mech?

• You realize almost immediately that you just messed up. Can almost imagine you can feel the temperature dipping as you look over your shoulder. And of course he saw. He’s always watching you and now his expression is oddly empty aside from the slight quivering of his wings. There’ll be yelling later, his temper sparking out of control if you don’t distract him quickly. Down play Soundwave’s gift. Or ask him for something. Need him.

TFP Ratchet

• Fowler isn’t exactly a stranger, even if Ratchet doesn’t particularly care for the human. That disinterest quickly shifts when he sees the man lay a hand on your shoulder and you offer up a tired smile. It’s good. You should interact with other humans instead of being cooped up with him all the time. But it bothers him. That hand on you. The creak of metal makes both humans look over to stare at him and the tool he’s just accidentally bent at an angle in his hands.

• You pick up on the fact that your grouchy medic is irritated about something pretty quickly. Being flippant and avoiding you, and that only makes you angry too. If something’s wrong, you’d rather talk about it. And he’s not giving you a chance. You wear him down, pestering until he just lets go of whatever that was. It’s almost like he’s a tiny bit jealous of Fowler talking to you, but surely not.

Jazz

• There’s a strange car in the driveway. A strange human on your step. Pretending to be nothing more than a car, he shifts on his shocks when you open the door and smile for this person. Invite them in. The spy in him runs scenarios. You might be in danger. Might need him.

• It’s a relief when the intruder leaves and you finally join him outside, A coworker you tell him as he transforms and scoops you up, ignoring your protest. There was no danger. He knows it, but he needs to reassure himself. Feel the frantic beat of your heart as you shove at him, annoyed. He’ll check into this coworker. Learn everything there is about them and he’ll decide if they’re allowed to visit again.

Wheeljack

• As oblivious as he can be, he’s very aware of his tiny lab partner. You’re always there, asking him questions and encouraging him to talk about his projects. He’s gotten used to that easy companionship. Looks forward to it, because he’s well aware the others avoid him. Think he’s an accident prone danger to life and limb. You don’t treat him like a walking catastrophe, though. You like being around him.

• So when you’re not around, he goes looking for you. Seeing you talking to Bumblebee and Bluestreak, he knows you’re in good hands, but still. He’s walking up before he can think better of it, vocal indicators flickering a sickly mauve as he just picks you up in one hand, lifting the other in greeting. Aware of the two younger bots staring and the bemused look you’re giving him. He’s not jealous, but you did promise to help him. That’s all.

TFP Megatron

• You’re kept close, his little plaything on a leash. His pet. Partly because it amuses him to toy with you, but also because he can’t trust anyone. There are too many among his Decepticons who’d love to accidentally break Megatron’s pet. Some because they see you as a weakness- that the warlord is far too attached. Others just for cruel amusement.

• There’s no peace for you. He’s always near. Watching. Your life depends on keeping him amused with your antics. Even knowing that, you’ve grown oddly attached to him, recognizing the loneliness under the casual cruelty. He’s safe in his own, awful way. Because no matter what, you can count on that possessiveness to keep you alive. He takes care of what’s his.

Soundwave

• While he can’t exactly read your thoughts, he can get brief little flickers. Images and emotions that can overwhelm him. Or worm into him and leave behind a hunger for more. Being in control has always been something he prided himself on. The calm one. The reliable, loyal soldier. But you’re a problem. When he first found out Starscream’s secret, he should have passed the intel along.

• But every time the thought enters his processor, with it comes the worry of the fall out. It’s not only Starscream that will suffer. Most likely you’ll die just to punish the Seeker. And he doesn’t want that. Not when you always look at him with such trusting eyes. It’d be as if he hurt you himself. So this secret he keeps. For you and for him.

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it's me... your father... i've come back with the milk

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I check Tumblr multiple times a day and every time I need to check if you've posted anything new because I'm completely obsessed with your writing!!! You've revived my love for Starscream in a way I haven't felt in forever. I've just been spinning him around in my head while I wait for you to post something new (doesn't matter if it's of him or other characters!)

Like you really have no idea how happy your writing makes me, thank you so much for bringing such great writing into the world ❤️💙🩶

Thank you! I was honestly a bit surprised in the amount of interest in these little blurbs.

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TFP Soundwave x Reader

• Moving slowly, carefully so he doesn’t break the human, he closes his sharp servos around that tiny form and lifts it up. The song falters, the notes wavering into terrified silence as little hands push frantically at his servos as if to free itself. There’s something admirable in that doomed struggling. A desperate hunger to live that he remembers all too well. Lifting it higher he studies it as it stares defiantly at him even as it shakes in his grip. Terrified, but still fighting.

• Breath hitching, you push at that too tight grip, your heart frantic and wild. It’s just staring at you, even with no discernible face, you feel the weight of its attention. Scrutinizing you. That music note blips across the screen again, its head cocking in a way that you instinctively recognize as predatory. Dangerous. One of those snaking tentacles swings up, pincers on the ends splaying out far too close to your face. And your panicked, frazzled brain can’t think of anything besides the stupid nursery rhyme you’d already sung it, so you offer it that song again feeling like an idiot.

• Shuddering, his frame droops some as he lets the broken sound play over him, rasping and halting. Desperate and fascinating. He runs the graspers of one tendril through the human’s hair, surprised by the softness and how it flinches away from that touch, eyes wide. It stops singing but almost immediately starts up the music again. Learning quickly what’s expected of it. From his shoulder, he can feel Lazerbeak’s irritation with him. As dependent as the drone is on him for survival, he also strains against that bond sometimes. Wanting independence.

• He understands that, too. But still he misses having something small looking to him. Needing him. And his knowledge of humans is sorely lacking. It can’t hurt to study this one. If intelligence is his greatest asset, then surely he needs to gather more about the dominant life forms of this world. Satisfied with his reasoning, he stands and tucks the human to his chassis as he begins to make his way out of the woods with his newest acquisition. Its little voice wavers, but it keeps singing for him, the sound hitching strangely.

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I remember being a little surprised while watching "Transformers: Animated" (2007) when Soundwave appeared as a newly constructed Decepticon on Earth, designed by Megatron through Sumdac, because I was more familiar with continuities where Soundwave is one of the first Deceptions, Megatron's MVP for a few million years or so. (I think "Transformers: Prime" Soundwave might be my favorite design just because he is SO ominous all of the time.)

I've encountered a few fanfics supposedly set in TFA canon that appear to either forget or decidedly ignore this newborn earthling Soundwave in favor of the ancient right-hand Soundwave, who also has all of his G1 cassettes. Which is fine! Most TF fanfics are some form of canon soup! And this particular choice has led me to develop the fun idea / headcanon that there are actually TWO Soundwaves in the TFA universe. Or, at least, there was at some point another Soundwave before this new one.

Like, Megatron is trapped on Earth and has the opportunity to build a Decepticon? He's going to try and build a new Soundwave to the best of his abilities. His most loyal and useful follower! Doesn't really work out as hoped for, resources were limited, it's not as if he has all of the OG Soundwave's blueprints on hand, but who the fuck else was he going to try to recreate here? Starscream??? No.

The key thing I'm imagining here is that New Soundwave somehow makes it back to the rest of the Decepticons, so they can all react to the fact that Megatron has a CLEAR favorite. There's going to be some seething jealousy (Starscream, for sure, even if he's off on his own now). Also, a lot of "YIKES!!!" whether OG Soundwave is alive or dead. If OG Soundwave is dead, then there's a "Oh, Megatron has NEVER gotten over that guy, huh?" element. (Presumably, Shockwave knew the OG and is going to have some Opinions on this mess.) If OG Soundwave is still alive, there's the wary uncertainty of nobody knowing how he's going to react to Megatron making a new version of him while stranded.

It's funny to imagine New Soundwave and OG Soundwave hating each other's guts, like, it is ON SIGHT. Neither of them can fully articulate why. Either they're trying to murder each other all the time or they silently resign themselves to being cooperative co-workers while loathing each other with a passion.

On the other hand, it's also funny to imagine them immediately doing a handshake, silent Soundwave to Soundwave communication, and becoming new best friends. OG Soundwave has ALWAYS wanted a creepy twin. He is DEEPLY flattered that his missing boss tried to create a weird earthling clone of him; it is the best and most sincere compliment that a loyal evil lackey could hope for from their boss. They are going to be SO efficient together.

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juhytfrdfghjhbv i saw your transformers figures and i love them, where did you get them and do they have a name or like a class?? also love the writing:) have a good day<3

The bigger ones are made by Flame Toys as model kits. Bigbadtoystore has them on their website. Hobby Lobby carries them, too. The tiny guys are made by Blokees. They’re also model kits, but sold as blind bags. You can buy them from Blokees’s website if you like blind bags and chance, or on Ebay already opened- there’s a rare figure in each set that folks buy entire cases of to find, then resell the rest.

Soundwave Headcannons- telepathy

• After so long, Soundwave has mastered the ability to shut out noise. Namely the thoughts of the other Cybertronians around him. Because as useful as his ability can be, it can also be overwhelming. It’s so easy to lose his sense of self, drowning in the minds of others. So he erects mental walls. Compartmentalizes things and emotions.

• Unfortunately, something about your messy, emotional human brain thwarts his every attempt to shut you out. You’re there in the back of his processor like a song he can’t stop humming. He can’t exactly hear your thoughts, but he gets snippets. Flashes of images and emotion. The stronger the emotion, the more he gets tangled in it. Everything so bright and visceral and alive it’s almost frightening.

• As unsettling as he finds you and your emotions, he’s fascinated, too. Figuring out he can use his cassettes as a way to keep you distracted whenever your emotions are out of control is a happy accident, but one he’s willing to use. It’s as much for his sake as yours. You’re hurting and now he’s hurting, being dragged along with you because he can’t block out your emotion. And it’s overwhelming him.

• It’s a bonus that having his cassettes keep an eye on you keeps them somewhat out of trouble. He’s not under any illusions that they’re being good, but they’re less likely to get into anything really dangerous if you’re about and they’re responsible for you. Hopefully.

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tfp! Soundwave hcs

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UGH HES SO CUTE

Warnings: None I think, just fluff!

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He's so quiet, but it's cute. He just stands there staring off into the blank distance as you're yapping away. He pays attention to every detail and just keeps nodding after every sentence, and for some reason, you're happy at this small gesture. So you keep going!

Soundwave is the eyes and ears of everything, so he's constantly listening to different conversations at once, while also keeping up with a one-sided conversation with you. He's got to admit, your guy's conversations are more "interesting."

He doesn't communicate much but when he does, trust that it's the cutest thing ever. He's interested in what you're doing? He'll cock his head to the side. He wants a hug? He'll nudge a tentacle onto you. Oh, he wants a smooch? I got you! He'll lean down and nudge his visor towards you. You said something he likes? A cute "💗" appears on his visor. If you're in another room, just know you'll probably get a random text of an emoji signaling what he wants.

He probably installed some dumb protection software onto your laptop and electronics to make sure nobody is hacking you or spying on you. It's one of his ways of showing you his love.

If you ever need something, don't worry about sighing about it multiple times.

"Sighhhhhhh, the new iphone looks so-"

Would you look at that! The new iPhone is on the table in front of you!

If a Decepticon walked in on you guys or discovered you, he wouldn't hesitate to defend you. He couldn't let anything happen to you. If Megatron threatens to squish you, trust that Soundwave will get you somewhere as far as possible and out of reach from him. He knows Megatron shouldn't be taken lightly. Soundwave will get you a personal device to communicate with him though!

He makes Laserbeak watch you when he can't. Laserbeak definitely grows to like you because Soundwave likes you! How cute! I love you Soundwave!

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Skin and Bones

Megatron x reader-Pet

• Megatron has no real idea where you came from. There’s just a human in the base now. He’s seen the Seekers carrying you around. In Skywarp’s case, upside down by your legs while you cling to his servos, face red. Nope. He has enough problems without this too, so the stray human the Seekers found isn’t going to be dealt with. It’s ignored.

• You gave up on escape attempts from the kidnapping giant robots after managing to squeeze yourself through the slats on a vent grate while unsupervised and getting hopelessly lost. You’d crawled without direction for hours, slowly sliding from uneasy, to concerned, to bawling because dying in a vent that you chose to go into with no real plan is that stupid.

• It’s hours before you’re missed and takes even longer for the Seekers to annoy Soundwave into figuring out what happened and where you are. You’re dragged out by a leg by a very annoyed Frenzy and you don’t even resist or bother trying to get free to at least walk on your own. Your dignity can take the hit, because you really thought you were going to die in the vents like a particularly dumb, escaped hamster.

• Now you have a constant babysitter, because they’ve decided you’re probably dumb enough to try it again. And yeah, you probably do need to try to escape the Decepticons, but for giant, evil aliens, they’re not that bad. Except Skywarp. He’s an absolute, feral menace.

• And it’s not just the Seekers anymore. After your humiliating rescue, Soundwave has now decided you’re his pet, too. Or maybe because you’re small, he’s just decided to adopt you like a squishy, particularly helpless casseticon. You have no idea, but they’re never going to let the vent incident go. Ever. That’s you now.

• It’s been months since Megatron last saw one of the Seekers toting the human around, he’d mostly forgotten all about. Up until Soundwave enters with the thing clutched in a servo. At least, he thinks it’s probably the same one. Who knows? He still has zero interest in dealing with that situation and as long as there’s not multiple humans loose, he’s not.

• Except when he commands Soundwave to go on a reconnaissance excursion, the stoic mech hesitates. And looks down at the human curiously looking around the space. Then he just sets the thing down on the arm of his chair before leaving. Not asking if Megatron could or would watch it.

• And it just stares after Soundwave with something funnily like horrified betrayal before silently slumping in place. Annoyance lifts through him and he grumbles under his breath, the growl making it glance back at him before hunkering down to try and make itself even smaller. As if he’d forget it’s there.

• Maybe they finally got tired of you, because Soundwave just plunked you down with the big bad. Megatron. Starscream’s favorite flavor of angry ranting. So you try to be as small and inconspicuous as possible while wondering if you should just fling yourself off the giant chair and hope the fall gets you, because as terrifying as the Seekers are most of the time, what you’ve heard about this alien? He’s definitely going to murder you. Slowly.

• Except, he just vents softly and resumes reading a giant tablet of crazy, alien gibberish. Alright. Good. Scooting yourself closer to the edge, you lean out and try to decide if there’s any chance of climbing down. A low growl of annoyance and a big servo nudges you back into the middle of your perch. And you freeze again because those angry, red optics are staring a hole in you.

• Huffing to himself, he curls his servos loosely around the human to keep it from jumping headfirst off his chair. He can feel the warmth of it and the frantic beat of its heart as it braces a tiny palm on his and looks up at him in question, which he ignores. It’s not like he cares about the squishy thing. He doesn’t, but he isn’t interested in the mess it’d make splatting on the floor. That’s all.

• He certainly doesn’t watch its little head nodding off or feel anything at all when it lays its cheek against his scarred palm like it’s not terrified of him and drops into its organic recharge in his hand. And he pretends he wasn’t running a single servo down its spine when Soundwave returns for it. Ignores the look from his old friend, too.

• He doesn’t care about the human, but he supposes Soundwave can leave you with him when no one else can watch you. He doesn’t care.

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When You’re Around

IDW Soundwave x Reader- getting caught singing

• There it is again. That soft, haunting sound that freezes Soundwave in his tracks. Every time over the last week that he draws near to the source, it cuts off. The heavy sound of his peds alerting his quarry to his presence every, single time. He prided himself on his composure. Of being the one point of calm reasoning in the storm of tempers and frustration that is the Decepticon base. But this is grating on him, fraying his control.

• Ugh. When you’d cautiously asked if there was anything you could do to be helpful and, more importantly, keep you busy and from your own chaotic thoughts, this wasn’t what you’d had in mind. Elbow deep in a crevice on what you had decided was an alien keyboard, you fished out another basketball sized wad of dirt and debris.

• It’s at least keeping you busy. Because you’re sure you should feel guilty about how comfortable you are among the Decepticons. There has to be something seriously wrong with you, but analyzing yourself can wait.

• The mindless task lets your mind wander, too. Until you’re absently humming as you dig your hands in the seam, before slipping into actually singing snippets of songs just so the big, empty room isn’t so deathly quiet and painfully lonely.

• Moving slowly, Soundwave eases into the open room and there’s the human. Making that sound and completely oblivious to him. It’s amazing that for being so tiny, you’re not more aware of your surroundings. He’s never moved so carefully before. Never had to, but you’ll stop as soon as you know he’s there. You always do.

• You’re not sure what alerts you that something is off. Everything is fine, then the fine hair at your nape is prickling and the primitive part of your mind rings an alarm bell. The song wavers to a halt, hands lifting out of the seam as you pray it’s not Skywarp. Be anyone but Skywarp, because that mech has it out for you. Torturing and messing with you is his favorite pastime and finding you alone? No, thank you.

• A frustrated burst of static laden growl escapes Soundwave as the song stops. That noise startles the human and they rear back, trying to turn around, and fall on their aft. Wide eyes stare up at him in very real fear, before it dulls with relief. It’s not him you’re afraid of and he makes a note to figure out who it is later.

• As soon as you realize it’s Soundwave, you can breathe again. This one doesn’t speak a lot, but you like the weird, tonal quality of his voice when he does, and he’s always so very careful with you. More so than any of the others, but he’s used to little things. Though, the way he’s just staring down at you is a bit unsettling.

• “Hi?” The human’s voice is hesitant as it tips its head up to meet his visor-hidden optics without shying away. Curious, but unafraid.

• And now it’s gone from unsettling to a little anxious thread of unease. He’s not speaking, not moving. Just staring down at you. With that visor and mask, he’s a lot harder to read than most of the other Decepticons. Are you in trouble? You almost flinch as he rumbles softly, the stereo thrum of his voice lifting and falling as he hums a few notes you recognize. He’s… singing?

• Face reddening suddenly, the human’s mouth falls open and shut. Its little heart speeds up, too. It wraps its arms around itself, looking everywhere but at him now. Frustrated, he mimics a few notes again. A little louder. More insistent. Apparently the human can go even redder, it’s chin dipping slightly.

• The first note is wobbly and weak, then the human is singing for him. Still won’t meet his optics, but that’s okay for now. Venting softly, he lets his optics drift closed to just listen. The words don’t matter, he just needs that soft sound to slide over him, chaining him sweetly.

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Come here I have a headcanon:

Contrary to popular belief, cybertronians /do/ get zoomies, even the older generations. What happens is their spark occasionally begins to vibrate at a frequency irregular to their norm, and it makes them jittery. Most bots transforms into their alts and do stunts or go our and run around, some of them babble or scream the entire time

Optimus straight up //DIPS//

Optimus's zoomies make him wander off away from cybertronians and becomes the next contestant of Naked and Alone for a while. And because his spark is buzzing at an irregular frequency, he is untraceable. Normally this isn't a problem, he always finds his way back to his office within 24 hours [back on cybertron] complaining about the lack of copper rods in his cube

Earth is a different story. The first zoomie Optimus had, he ended up in Indonesia. Somehow. Fowler kept asking questions, Optimus had no answers, and also now there's a robot-spirit cult in Indonesia somewhere. Also it had been four days since his zoomies started. Ratchet hypothesized that it lasted longer because of his distance from Primus, but since no one else's zoomies have changed drastically he can't speak for certain

Optimus was gifted five copper rods to dunk into his energon, and to this day that was the happiest Fowler has ever seen "Space Jesus"

Lmk if you want my headcannons for everyone else's zoomie habits

Nooo

Nooooooo because that's so fucking funny though

Oh Optimus

Ohhhhh Optimus

Does this affect any of the decepticons too?

Imagine vehicons zoomies

Starscream zoomies

Megatron zoomies

Soundwave zoomies

Ohhhhh my god

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- - this bro struck me with his beauty 💟