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Please I know Thundercracker just got an update but I need reader to reciprocate his feelings because he needs all love omg (love your work<3)

He does need some love

Better Open The Door Pt 16

Thundercracker x Reader

• It is what you want. Right? So why do you feel so guilty? Like you’re abandoning him. Servos ghosting against your cheek, he leans his helm against your forehead. “I mean, we can still have our movie nights,” he says, smiling even as that hopeful edge in his voice twists through you. “Unless you’re done with me?” How can a giant, alien robot pull at your heartstrings sounding so lost and uncertain. Vulnerable in a way you understand too well. Chest aching, you brush your mouth against his. Does he really think you care so little about him?

• “Why would you think that?” You sound almost hurt. But you’re the one who said you wanted your freedom. Sitting up, he shifts you into his lap, hooking an arm around you. Feeling the beat of your heart against him. The warmth of you. Wanting his to last. “Are you done with me?” That soft question shocks him.

• “Never,” he growls, cupping the back of your head and his mouth hungrily claims yours. Not a kiss so much as a promise, leaving you breathless when he feathers his lips against your cheek. “I’m never going to be done with you. You’re stuck with me.” Warmth spreads through you at those possessive words. Know you should be careful. Put up boundaries now because your know he can get a bit obsessive. Fixated. “I love you too much.” How does he just casually say things like that and sound so sincere? Like he has no doubts.

• “Do you?” Those eyes flick up to his optics, uncertain and vulnerable as you shift in his lap, little hands cupping his face. Lips a breath away from his. “Enough to let me go home as long as I come back?” Asking him to trust you. Trust that you’ll come home to him. Wants you to say those words back to him so bad his spark aches, to hear that you love him. But maybe it’s too soon. He’s not going to give up on winning you over. Coaxing you to be his. Needs you with him, beside him. Someone to love, someone who’ll stay. Who needs him. And you’re worth waiting for.

• “I could go with you,” he says, lips whispering against yours with the words. “I have an avatar. No one would know I’m not human.” And you smile when he turns his head and brushes his cheek against yours. Could you really just take him home? Introduce your alien lover to your family pretending he’s a new boyfriend? “I’ll behave.” How can you say no to that? He’s listening to you. Agreeing to let you go home, even though he probably doesn’t want to just to make you happy. And you realize you really are falling for him. Looping your arms around his neck, you lean back and pull him down with you.

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Every time I listen to ( puppy love by Paul anka) it reminds me of Waspinator and b-127 they are clingy puppies o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

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The Coma Kid Pt 8

B 127 x Reader

• “Are you sleeping?” Not anymore. Squinting as he leans over you, those blue optics are bright and far too close when he stares down at you. He’d been humming to himself, mercifully distracted from smothering you with love and attention. And you were supposed to be planning your escape, not napping, but the lull in the nonstop jabbering had let you relax enough to fall asleep apparently. Groaning, you drape an arm over your eyes and make an even louder noise when he slides his servos under you and picks you up. “Here we go,” he murmurs, lying back on his berth with you cupped against his chassis and then mass shifting so you end up sprawled on top of him, heart racing. Hating when he does that, because it feels like you’re falling. “Nice and warm. Just us.”

• Draping an arm against your back, the servos of his other hand play with your hair. Fascinated with how soft and warm you are. His. Still can’t believe you’re his. That’s he’d found his spark mate. His destined other half. And sure, you’re a bit standoffish. But you’re just shy. You’ll come around. You have to come around. Please come around, because he doesn’t want to be alone anymore. “Can’t breathe,” you hiss at him, squirming and he eases up his grip.

• “Oh, no. No, I’m so sorry. You okay?” He asks. Wheezing when he finally stops trying to crush your ribs, you scowl up at him. “I didn’t mean to,” he says, servos gently brushing your cheek and jaw, tipping your chin up. Worrying over you. “Did I hurt you?” Why does he have to be so sweet and so mind numbingly frustrating at the same time? “I hurt you, didn’t I?” Can giant, alien robots cry, because he looks like he just might.

• “No, you didn’t,” you say, reaching to pat his arm. “Look, we need to talk.” Venting at your tone, he tucks his chin against his chassis, servos sliding down your spine as he watches you. And you’re so unbelievably perfect. Servos brushing your bottom lip, he rumbles at you. Would rather kiss you. Roll you under him and make love all night long. Because he knows that tone. Tired and resigned. Elita uses it with him all the time before telling him to stop annoying her.

• “You know, we should invite Optimus over for a meal,” he says, changing the subject and your eyes narrow. “You’re going to love him. He’s just great.” Yeah, he’s just steamrolling you. Like it’s going to get him out of talking to you. Explaining patiently to him all the reasons this can’t work between you. Why you’re not his soul mate or whatever. Because you need to soften the blow for when you eventually get away. Know it’s stupid to feel guilty about escaping your lovesick kidnapper, but you kind of do. “If it wasn’t for him, I’d still be alone down in sublevel fifty.” Sublevel fifty?

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I looove ur whirl <3 any more crumbs of that chicken ?

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Delirium Pt 5

Whirl x Reader

• “Well, I mean, if you can’t do it. I get that it might be too challenging for you,” Whirl says leaning over onto the scientists workstation, clasper’s snagging the back of your covering when you try to scramble away as soon as he sets you down. You’re going to give him complex if you keep that up. Always running and swearing at him. And Brainstorm’s optics narrow at him, servos drumming on his console as he looks from him to you and back.

• ‘Of course I can do it, but isn’t that the human that just stabbed you?’ The new bot, Brainstorm, asks. Pulling against his grip on the back of your shirt, you give up and slide slowly down to an awkward sit when Whirl refuses to let go. You keep thinking of how he’d just frozen when you’d brought up how he looks. Unable to come up with a snappy retort. You’d hurt him. Worse than the stabbing had and you can’t even get any satisfaction from it. Actually feeling bad almost.

• “Multiple times. Aggressively. Deeply. It’s how you know they care.” Head tipping, he bumps you with his helm and you swear at him, rubbing the back of your head and glowering. Letting go of your covering with his claspers, he snares you around the middle before you can crawl away. “When they go deep and hard.” Head resting on the desktop beside your frantically struggling form, he tilts his claw until your head and shoulders are against his head. “Isn’t it romantic?”

• Ew. Of course he had to make it weird. Can’t seem to help himself. “You realize if I do make your human a tiny ‘gun that could rip Unicron a new orifice’ that they’re just going to shoot you with it?” Brainstorm asks. This one apparently has some common sense. Because why wouldn’t you immediately shoot him in the face given an opportunity? Even if he had looked so pitiful when you’d mocked him. Like a big, ugly chicken with crippling depression. Oh. No. You’re not starting to feel sorry for him are you?

• What’s that look on your face? Looks almost like panic. ‘I’m definitely going to shoot you,’ you growl, shoving at his head when he cuddles you closer and squirming like crazy to escape. So ferocious. Good, to survive out here you need to be fearless and angry. Bad things happen to the meek. Bad things happen to everyone. No one had protected him, but he’s going to protect you. Teach you to protect yourself. To survive. Even if it kills him. “Biggest, fragging tiny gun you can manage,” he says.

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any updates on lost light megs and his human? how are they doing i love them

They’re getting to know each other better

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Invisible Monsters Pt 10

MTMTE Megatron x Reader

• Shuddering, you fall back against him, hips up where he has your legs thrown over his shoulders and the back of your head ends up against his thigh. Hear him make a deep, rumbling noise, servos tightening almost uncomfortably on your hips to keep you from squirming away as he sprawls under you. Mouth moving lazily against you. One of your heels skids against the surface of his berth near his head, trying to lift your hips as it becomes almost too much. Too close to that edge as you whimper.

• Those little, needy sounds you’re making for him are going to become addictive. Your soft hair brushing over his inner thighs and the modesty plating hiding his spike as you wiggle a sweet torment. Whimpering then crying out his name as you come apart for him. Glossa stroking deep, tasting you while you tremble. And his own hips lift slightly, spike aching to be freed. To claim you as his and the Pit with the consequences. Pressing a kiss against the inside of your thigh, he props himself up enough on his elbows he can stare down your body. Needing to see what you look like lost in him. Sated. Face flushed and lips parted, those lovely eyes open and find him. That same hungry thrill he’d felt when he’d tried to intimidate you, pinned you under him, lifts through him. Urging him to roll you under him, fill you again and again. Claim you so thoroughly you’ll never again doubt that he wants you. Needs you.

• As flustered as you feel, you still can’t make yourself move or tear your eyes away from those red optics as they trail over you. The way they’re brighter now staring at you sprawled inelegantly on him. And that satisfied little twist to his lips when he gently nudges your legs down from his shoulders, hands helping you sit up straddling his lap, warms you even as your face reddens. “I’m keeping you,” he growls, deep voice possessive and teasing.

•” You think so?” You counter, the breathless challenge in your own tone lighting through him. His hands slide up your body as he shifts under you, sitting up more. Leaning so his mouth can brush and open against the soft skin of your throat. Glossa following the quick rhythm of your pulse as his hands slide down to move you some, getting some space so he can free his spike between your bodies. Aching to be inside you and he has to remind himself to slow down. To not overwhelm you. Conquer you.

• “Touch me,” he growls, servos catching your wrist and guiding your hand to him. You feel his denta grip you, biting softly when you wrap your fingers around his spike. And he’s rumbling softly, keeping your head tipped up so you can’t look. So you map him out with your fingers and palms, listening to that deep rumbling sound he’s making at your touch. His lips skim your jaw, pressing kisses and gentle bites against you as you stroke him. And he softly snarls when you scoot back, nearly tipping backward between his thighs. “Don’t go.”

• “I’m not,” you reassure him as you wiggle free of his big hands and settle yourself between his spread thighs. Those eyes lifting to his optics before you tuck your hair behind an ear and lean over him. Feels the warmth of your breath on him before your mouth brushes against the head of his spike. Little, soft hand wrapping around him as that wet tongue of yours traces his seams, his biolights. Groaning when your mouth opens against the head of his spike, he grits his denta. Primus, that feels so good. Elbow sliding on his berth, he’s afraid to move as those eyes he loves flick up to him for his reaction before your mouth moves against him, head cautiously bobbing. Lost in you and knowing he’s not going to be able to give you up.

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i just binged almost all of your starscream fics and…oh my god. first of all, how do you DO THAY???? you understand his character SO WELL, it’s CRAZY. second of all, HOW ARE WRITING SO MUXH????) you’re churning these out and they’re all like PERFECT audujfhdjskks. i’m going CRAZYYYY your writing is so GOOD how do you write so QUICKLY AHHHFHFJD

all this to say i LOVE LOVE LOVE your writing and i think you’re really cool

Thank you! I just idly write paragraphs and jump between storylines until I get on a roll with one and finish it. I like analyzing the different characters, trying to figure out what makes them tick. None of them are wholly good or wholly evil in either faction. Bluestreak is this sweet little chatterbox, but he’s also a sniper. I can see him just shutting down while he’s on a battlefront. Emotionless and so cold as he takes aim. That Blue would probably scare his human. It’s be like flipping a switch, this Bluestreak a complete stranger.

Still stuck in the loaner truck, but it has off-road tires at least. Got to the intersection and seriously considered saying nope and turning around. I live in the Southern U.S. this is the snow apocalypse to us- we’re more accustomed to high humidity and heat. Everything pretty much shuts down when it flurries

Everything Is Alright Pt 135

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Ferrying you in his cupped palms Soundwave kneels to place you inside the structure and his spark falters when you lay a palm on his servo and leap the rest of the distance into the habsuite. Straightening and looking around curiously, you’re completely unaware how bad you just scared him. Shuddering, Soundwave watches you wander around looking at things before returning to the open face of the small building and looking up at him and Megatron. “Soap?” You ask, little voice so hopeful his spark aches. Making him painfully aware that they’ve probably not been taking the best care of you. Wishes you’d speak up more. Ask for more. Venting softly, Megatron turns and retrieves a little box, kneeling to set it carefully in front of you. And you’re grinning after you rip it open, seizing several colorful bottles and then darting back into the tiny habsuite with them. “Thank you!” You yell as the water comes on.

• “Don’t look at me like that,” Megatron mutters, feeling Soundwave’s stare. “You barely remember to take care of yourself and Starscream? He only really cares about himself.” Even if the Seeker seems to be trying for you, Megatron can’t bring himself to trust it. Can never really trust Starscream, even if it’s now in the Seeker’s best interest to stop betraying him. Stop trying to murder him and seize control. And that leaves him as the one looking after whatever this mess he’s been roped into is. A family? Not really. Retrieving an energon cube, he thrusts it at Soundwave, staring down the mech until he takes it and drinks.

• Head tipped up into the warm spray, you scrub. And scrub until your skin feels almost raw. Until your scalp hurts. Until you feel human again. Can barely hear them out there talking and at least they’re not just leaning to gawk at you washing. The little structure is fairly empty from what little of it you’d seen since you’d went straight for the shower, but you don’t know what to make of the fact that Megatron had gotten this made for you. The warlord a confusion of contradictions, occasionally giving you glimpses that suggest he cares in his own demanding way. That he’s not a total jerk.

• “Gratitude,” Soundwave murmurs, eyes on that little structure as Megatron frowns at him. But he’s wrong about the Seeker. Starscream is changing. True, his forward progress has been slow and uncertain. Backtracking as much as making progress. Faltering, but still trying for you. You’re changing him for the better even if he doubts Starscream can truly change. He’s always going to strive for more, too ambitious to stop. But after what happened with Megatron and his own bond with you, he has to believe the Seeker will think before acting. And he’ll keep a closer watch on him going forward, try to keep him from sabotaging this, because he needs this. Wants it to be okay so bad it aches in his spark. Still unable to really believe he’d sparked you.

• Optics sliding to the tiny habsuite, Megatron watches you move to the edge of the floor you’re on. You’d found the little towels and wrapped one about yourself even though they’ve all seen you naked so many times. And you’re almost shy as you look up at Soundwave then him. Uncertain and it’s strangely sweet. “Are there any clothes?” Amused, he retrieves the other box of things he’d had Swindle acquire for you and offers it. ‘You might be better off breaking the news naked to Starscream,’ he adds just to make you scowl at him before you’re sinking your little teeth into your bottom lip and bending to dig through the box. ‘He might take it better if you tell him while he’s fragging you.’

• Why is he like this? Ignoring Megatron openly leering as you dig out clothes trying to find something you can actually wear. Whoever had stolen this hadn’t really understood clothes, but then it had to have been one of the Cybertronians. Men’s clothes, women’s, even kid’s. Holding up a toddler size shirt you just stare at Megatron and he frowns. Yep. They tried. You’re not going to win any fashion shows as you find clothes you can wear, but you’re not naked at least. Though maybe the warlord has a point about breaking it to Star while he’s preoccupied. “Alright,” you mutter, raising your arms toward Soundwave, feeling like a kid asking to be picked up. It’s Megatron that snags you in one hand before Soundwave can offer you his hands, though. And he’s grinning. Oh, no. Striding out of his habsuite with you, heading for Star’s quarters. Craning your neck, you see Soundwave trailing after you. ‘Don’t worry, pet. I’ll let you tell him. I just want to watch,’ Megatron says and you press your face against his servos with a groan. Of course he wants to watch. “Why are you like this?” Hear him laughing at you as he lets himself into Star’s habsuite.

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Anything At All Pt 3

Dreadwing x Reader

• Retrieving a cleaning cloth from his subspace, he drapes it on his berth and tips his hand so your limp form slides off onto it. Such a strange looking thing. Warm, but disturbingly soft. What exactly is the fascination here? Why forsake their goals for one of these little creatures? Knows Megatron isn’t the only one with a human and he just can’t understand it. Not exactly ugly, but definitely not Cybertronian. Reaching to nudge you, his servo brushes your soft hair. And you roll, a little hand landing on his servo. Hanging on to him.

• Registering that you’re not baking in the sun anymore, that wherever you are is almost chilly, skin prickling as you shiver and something warm brushes against you. Eyes squinting, you peer up and realize the monster you’d hallucinated out in the desert is looming over you, red optics narrowing as he nudges you with a servo. And you’re too tired to really muster the energy to be afraid of him. Why had he bothered to carry you out of the desert? “Thank you,” you whisper, voice a rough, painful rasp. He’s scary looking, but he’d saved your life when he didn’t have to.

• Not sure what to make of you, he inclines his head and freezes when you reach to touch his servo again. Big eyes staring up at him. Trusting him when you don’t even know him. And alright, maybe you’re not that ugly. Maybe you’re a tiny bit cute. Pulling away from your grip, he vents. Such a little thing. Helpless compared to a Cybertronian. Maybe the others are keeping humans as pets?

• “You saved me.” He’s just staring down at you, frowning. But it doesn’t matter. That he’s a bit scary looking doesn’t matter. He’s your hero. Your savior. “What’s your name?” Throat feels like it’s scraped raw, but this is important to you. Need to know his name. Need to repay him somehow. He could have left you out in the heat and he hadn’t.

• Why aren’t you cowering away from him? You should be terrified of him. Maybe you just have no survival instincts? “Dreadwing,” he growls, answering you even though he’s not sure why he’s bothering. And you just smile up at him, eyes closing. Such a strange creature. Watches you curl up, limbs drawn close to your body. Maybe he should find you more blankets. You might be cold. You’re such a little thing, you can’t be that much trouble to look after. Wants to figure out Megatron’s fascination with humans. That’s all.

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The Samurai Code Pt 5

Drift x Reader

• Leaning against Drift’s servos as he carries you, you’re aware that you’re slowly tilting until your cheek is on your arm. Exhaustion tugging at you, trying to pull you under. “Not much further,” Drift says and you look up at him, eyelids drooping. But if you fall asleep, there’s no telling how long you’ll be out. Can’t sleep no matter how badly you want to. You don’t hurt when you’re sleeping. “Brainstorm will be able to help.” Feel one of his servos slide down your spine, his tone sure, but you can’t tell if he really believes it. And it’s not fair that he got saddled with you, feeling guiltier about it every day. Hate being a burden to him and you know you are even if he’s too kind to say it.

• You offer him a little smile, reaching up to press your fingers against your temple. And he’s aware of the fact that your skin is chilled again as he holds you. That he hadn’t been able to coax you into drinking water or eating for him. That you’re much thinner now than when you’d blipped into existence. Hates it. Watching you fading right in front of his optics and being unable to help you. Failing you. The last time Ratchet had scanned you, the medic hadn’t had to say anything. Had just vented and set the scanner aside, face grim. His friend resigned to an inevitability he can’t stop fighting against. Knows Ratchet hates this, too. Having a patient he can’t help.

• Eyes opening with a groan at the soft sound of a door opening, you tiredly look around at the space he’s carried you into. Brainstorm’s lab? And Drift is striding toward a bot bent over working on something, the mech’s yellow optics lifting and you spot movement on a counter. “Over here,” the other mech says. Lifting your fingers in a weak little wave at the other human, you force a smile. Know there are other humans on the ship, but they’re kept away from you. Like whatever’s wrong with you might be catching. Turning to retrieve a scanner kind of like the one Ratchet uses on you, Brainstorm runs it over you while you’re still in Drift’s hands.

• “Well?” He asks as the scientist stares at the reading on whatever it is he’s done to that scanner. ‘Something went wrong when they came over,’ Brainstorm mutters, adjusting something and then scanning you again to make you squint as the light plays over you. ‘Most of the humans bounce back pretty quickly, but yours isn’t quite all here.’ What? Frowning as Brainstorm fiddles with his scanner before pointing at you with it. ‘Look, they’re not quite anchored here in this moment and place. It’s killing them.’ Reminding himself that skewering the scientist won’t help you, he vents softly and smiles. “But you can help.”

• “Nope,” Brainstorm laughs, tapping the scanner against his palm before holding it up when Drift makes a noise you’ve never heard from him before. Snarling almost to make the fine hair at your nape prickle. “But you can. Give your little human an anchor.” An anchor? Eyes tiredly closing, that bit about you dying isn’t any surprise. You’d realized it already even if Drift and Ratchet won’t admit it. Saw it in the pitying looks they give you. Hear Brainstorm say something about a spark bond as you start to drift again. So tired. Feeling so bad for Drift trying so hard for you, fighting for you. Unable to just let you go.

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I think all us Sunstreaker and Sideswipe simps are about to get a score!

Sides is definitely trying. 18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Can’t Finish What You Started Pt 14

Sunstreaker x Reader, Sideswipe x Reader

• You can’t even begin to form a response to that… invitation? Remembering when Sideswipe had mass displaced to mess with you, he’d still been bigger than you were, but he’d been much closer to your size. Don’t ask. Don’t do it. “So you guys have stuff? Down there?” Hating yourself even as you gesture vaguely at Sides’s crotch with a bit of charcoal and the red bot grins widely. Because now you can’t think of anything else but the mystery of alien dick. Is it even a dick or something freaky and alien. Maybe it’s like a plug? Or wires?

• “Why? You want to see?” Sideswipe asks leaning forward and Sunny kicks him. Hard. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Flirting with you is too fun, but he wants more. And venting in annoyance, Sunny shoves up from the desk and their game and he has to lean to snag his twin by the wrist to stop him from storming out. What’s the harm in a little fun? You’re all adults and, if the Decepticons are to be believed, compatible. What’s wrong with wanting to fool around as you’d put it?

• Trying to shrug off Sides’s grip, Sunny freezes at your soft ‘you first.’ Turning to stare at you in disbelief as your face reddens and you won’t meet his optics. You can’t possibly be interested in them? He’s not sure what to make of it as you glance up at him, realize he’s staring at you and look away. Shy now? So busy trying to figure out if you’re only curious or actually interested, if you see them, not just aliens, he doesn’t stop Sideswipe from freeing his spike. Doesn’t even realize what his twin is doing until you make a soft noise.

• Choking on a nervous, horrified laugh when Sideswipe just whips it out, you turn away and lift a hand to shield your eyes. Hear Sunny’s disgusted ‘Sideswipe, what is wrong with you’ before you peek again. Definitely not human, but the shape is at least familiar even if it’s pulsing with biolights. Has ridges and bumps instead of veins. Huh, alien dick. That’s a frontier no other human has probably ever explored. “Like what you see?” He asks and you tear your eyes away to meet his optics. And really register his cocky smile that doesn’t quite manage to hide his almost vulnerable expression. His uncertainty. He’s nervous.

• You didn’t run when he showed you his spike. That’s probably a good sign. Aware of Sunny glowering, but then to his surprise you actually start undoing the tiny button on your lower covering and hook your thumbs in the hem to push them down to bare yourself in a too quick flash before you pull them up back up with a grin. Teasing him with what he wants. “Unbelievable,” Sunstreaker growls, sounding disgusted with both of you. But he’d still looked. And you both shoot Sunny an expectant look. “Oh, no. I’m not playing this juvenile game with you two.”

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✨All hail Revel! All hail Revel! Thank you for sharing your work and feeding us thirsty robot simps. ✨

I humbly beg for more Sunny and Sides crumbs or more Armada Starscream. Pretty please!🙏

Both are on my list for today.

Even If It Kills Me Pt 17

Armada Starscream x Reader

• Watching you fuss over the mini-cons, there’s a new awareness of you that he can’t shake. All those taboo thoughts just there, taunting him. Impossible things. Like sparklings and a family. An after to this unending war. And you. Keeps imagining it and you’re always there. If he mass shifted, he could lace his servos with your fingers. Hold you in his arms. In his idle daydreams, he lounges back with you draped against him, those soft hands on his arm resting against you. Whispering together and relaxed in each other’s arms. Fooling himself with things he can’t have. Sooner or later, you’ll want other humans. You’ll leave him.

• “You’re quiet today,” you call up to Starscream, your head lifting from where you’re wiping mud off of Runway while the other two patiently wait for you to help them even though you know they can do it themselves just fine. They just like being babied and you enjoy having someone to take care of. To feel useful. And keeping muddy mini-cons from sprawling into your nest of blankets is a priority even if you never really sleep there anymore. Spending your nights stretched on Star listening to the hum of his spark instead. Watching Star grimace and turn away, expression almost guilty like he was doing something wrong, you hesitate.

• “You know if you decide you want to be freed, if you don’t want to be here anymore with me, you just need to ask. You’re not a prisoner.” Hates saying the words, but needs you to understand you have a choice. That if you decide you want your freedom, he’ll give it to you even if it kills him inside. Even if he doesn’t want to. And you just stare at him, expression emptying to make his spark ache. Had you felt trapped here with him? Too scared of angering him to speak up?

• Why say that all of a sudden? Is he getting sick of having you around? Maybe you’re in the way. Annoying him. Mouth dry, you go back to cleaning the mini-con, but you can feel those optics on you. And it’s not like you haven’t realized this can’t last. That you can’t just hide here and pretend away reality, but it still hurts. Making you realize how much you like it here. Like him. “Right. Sure,” you manage as panic claws at you. Because you don’t have anywhere else to go. Can’t go back. Not after having somewhere safe and removed from the daily fear and uncertainty. Eyes burning, you duck your head. Not wanting to start crying, but you’re scared.

• Runway chirps in distress as you turn away from him and them. Reaching up to scrub the back of your arm against your eyes like you’re- Primus, are you leaking again? What did he say to upset you this time? Venting, he moves closer and you pointedly walk away. Avoiding him and you’re so small it’s easy for you to keep from looking at him. Acknowledging him. Frustrated, he glances at the closed door to his habsuite. Knowing it’s not safe even if the Autobots are his allies. That he’ll be vulnerable, but growling, he mass shifts anyway and catches you by an arm, startling a frightened noise from you as you reel back. Eyes wide and lashes spiky with tears before your face just crumples. Sobbing. Helplessly looking at the mini-cons as they chirp their own distress, he carefully pulls you into him. “Don’t make me go back,” you whisper, voice breaking and terrified. Little hands clinging to him as you press your face against his neck, dampening his mesh. Making him remember your bruises, your resignation when he’d found you. Your scars. As broken as he is even though you’re always smiling for him.

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How have WheelJack and his human been?? Are they now a thing? 👀

Wheeljack is struggling and second guessing himself

Circuits and Wires Pt 12

Wheeljack x Reader

• Warm, soft mouth sliding against his, he’s frozen. Afraid if he moves you’ll stop and he really doesn’t want that. Servos ghosting against your side, he can hear his venting roughen, needing more. Wanting to believe that he’s not misunderstanding this somehow. And you seize his wrist, pressing his palm more firmly against your warmth. Lips brushing his, he feels your little tongue slide against the seam of his lips and he opens up for you. Shuddering when you catch at his chassis and pull yourself into his lap. Pressing yourself up against him. Can scent you, taste you, feel your heart beating against him. Unsure if he’s really allowed this.

• Breathless when his glossa strokes along your tongue, exploring your mouth, he’s so gentle with you. Cautious. And those big, warm hands shift on you, servos ghosting over you like he thinks he’s going to break you. Helm brushing your forehead when he breaks the kiss, his servos cup your cheek and you look up at those gentle, blue optics. “You sure about this? About me?” And you press your face against his neck, wondering if you just made everything too weird between you. If maybe he’d just been humoring you, not really interested in you that way. You thought he liked you, but he’s so awkward it’s hard to be sure.

• “If you don’t want me, just tell me, okay? I can take it,” you mumble and he stiffens. Hadn’t wanted to give you that impression, only to be sure that you’re sure. Because he still can’t believe you’d pick him. Want him, when there are younger bots about. Knows the others don’t take him too seriously. That some of them laugh at him behind his back. Wheeljack and his failed inventions. But you’ve never mocked him. Gently tipping your face up, he brushes his mouth against yours.

• “I’ve wanted you for a while now,” he says, unable to look you in the eyes. “I love having you around. Having someone to talk to that doesn’t just see a screw up or an accident waiting to happen.” His helm bumps against you again, those optics flicking up to hold your eyes and then away. “I’m not good at this.” His uncertainty warming you as his vocal indicators pinken again. Your big, sweet, insecure dummy.

• “You’re doing fine,” you whisper, mouth claiming his again. And you lean back, tugging at him and he lets you pull him down. Shifting to cover you as you lay back under him. Servos faintly trembling, he chases your pulse at your neck. Mouth moving to follow your jaw, the line of your neck as his servos tease the hem of your shirt. Asking permission and your hand is on his, guiding him under your shirt to brush soft skin. “I need you.”

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Hi, I just wanted to say I love all of your stuff that I've read, and I especially love the armada Starscream (my first "sad boy" love) and Bluestreak stuff.

Probably a stupid question, but how big is the reader supposed to be in the IDW/G1 stuff? We're supposed to be smaller than the humans in the comics right? Or are their desks just really big? I feel like we're more barbie sized, but I also feel like the idea of their human dollhouses being really really big is also really funny. Like less of a Barbie magic key house in the corner and more of a preschool room's wooden kitchen/house setup spread across their desk with their work stuff in the middle of it all

Hi!

I take some liberties with the G1/IDW verse stuff. In G1 sizes were super inconsistent at times, so I scale them my own way. Decepticons tend to be bigger than Autobots like in Transformers Animated- they were the working class, the laborers, and the military

Autobots are a just a tiny bit smaller, but still bigger than the G1 representation. Most Cybertronians can pick us up and cage us in their hands. We can easily fit inside a Seeker’s cockpit without being crushed. We’re tiny because I love size difference interactions.

Ah! Think like a standard sized Blokee figure compared to you:

In G1 the minibots like Bee and Cliff were only a head or so taller than the humans. I prefer to size them around the height of Bee from the Bumblebee movie. Still smaller than other bots, but not human sized. With the cassettes, an average height human would come up about mid chest on them.

And yeah, the dollhouses aren’t that little and are definitely taking up some space in the habsuite built against a wall on the floor. They’re pretty simple things- mostly just floors, walls for support, and stairs/ramps to get between floors.

Something minimalist somewhat like this, but with plumbing. Nowhere to actually hide and the Cybertronian can just reach in and pull the human out if they do try to hide in there. They pretty much just give the humans a place to go so they have the illusion of having their own space when they need a break from the chaos.

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kissing waspinator on the forehead and letting him have lap nap

He just wants cuddles and a home

Worker Bee Pt 20

Waspinator x Reader

• “Wasp, sweetie, no. Stand up.” Exhausted and trying to scrub honey off of everything, you’re pretty sure you’re going to run out of hot water before you clean the mess up. It had taken forever to get him to stop his terrifying, giant wasp death curl and you’d fussed at him until he’d transformed and you could cajole him into the house. Then straight into the shower, reluctantly stripping down to join him since he had hurled honey and glowing stuff that looks suspiciously like the stuff he bleeds all over you. Now you’re alternating between begging, baby talking him, and swearing at him to try and get him to cooperate. “Waspinator,” you growl. And he’s whining as he slides down onto his knees again in the bottom of the shower and just sits there. Making this more difficult.

• “Waspinator bad,” he slurs, hooking his arms around you and pressing his face against you. Definitely feels bad as you try to make him get back up. “Bad.” That’s what everyone thinks. What they say. Waspinator bad. Stupid Waspinator. Whines as you give up and resume trying to clean him. Taking care of him even though he annoys you. Knows he does. “Trying,” he mutters miserably. Trying so hard to help you and he only gets in the way. Makes you angry.

• He’s face planted against your crotch, whining and mumbling and being extra pitiful. “What are you trying to do?” Aside from make you incredibly uncomfortable. Too tired to muster the energy to even be mortified at this point, you keep scrubbing him. The heat at least softening the dried honey, but honestly, you’re not sure if it’s helping or making things worse. “Because you’re not trying to help me wash you right now.” Making a mental note to throw away your little bottle of honey now that you know what happens if he gets into it, his head lifts and those big, purple optics stare at you. And it’s strange to realize you don’t find him as ugly or as unsettling as you had when you’d first met him. You’ve gotten used to him and while he’s definitely not winning any beauty pageants, he’s not truly ugly.

• “Always mess up. Ruin everything.” Arms tightening around you as he looks up at you, he isn’t sure what to say to make things better, because he always says the wrong thing. Does the wrong thing. Deserves to be punished, expects it, but you’ve yet to hit him. How long until you run him off? Until you get tired of him, too? “Want to stay with little friend.” Wants a home. To belong. To not be alone. Wants you with him and more than just annoyed tolerance, but even if that’s all you can give him, he’ll take it. “Want to stay.”

• Still drunk apparently and sounding so utterly pitiful you can’t hang on to the annoyance. “No one said you needed to leave,” you mutter, stiffening when he face plants against you again. Why does he have to unerringly put his face right there? “Wasp, remember the talk we had? About your hands and touching? It goes for your face, too.” Pushing at his head, you try to get him to move and he just whines at you, wings buzzing. And he’s stronger than you are, not budging unless he wants to. Shuddering as his mandibles shift against your inner thighs, you pray for patience. Remembering his claim that you two were now dating after dragging an azalea bush into the house and setting your microwave on fire. You’re going to have to try to explain dating better to him at some point, because he hadn’t gotten it.

• “Waspinator take care of little friend.” It’s a promise as you keep washing him and he hears your tired ‘sure.’ Wants to follow your courting rituals. Prove he can date you. Be a good mate. That you can rely on him. Trust him to guard you from any threat. Provide for you. And finally belong somewhere. Because he doesn’t just want a home anymore, he wants you in it. Wants you. “Try harder at dating.” And you say human words he doesn’t understand.

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i don't really send in asks often because im much more of a lurker than an interactor, but i think its important that you know how much your work is appreciated. like im reading Everything you put out just because your work is that good and im engaged with characters i barely even Know. you've made me love characters i didn't even give a second glance to. ALSO THE MINI FIGURES. you make me crave them so bad. Everything Is Alright tugs so badly at my heart and i Eagerly await every time you update that one, it's so good and so long and definitely worthy if reread after reread

Thank you! I have a lot of fun writing these stories!

Everything Is Alright Pt 134

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• “You realize Starscream is likely to take you sparking our mate without warning poorly,” Megatron adds and Soundwave vents softly. Watching as Soundwave shifts over you and slides a hand under your middle to make you whimper a sleepy protest at being moved. Hates that the soft noise lifts through him. That he likes it. And then Soundwave is mass shifting back, head sagging forward as his hands tremble faintly cupping you. Needing energon. Your head sleepily lifts before you spot him and then just groan, pressing your face against Soundwave’s palm. ‘Always when I’m naked,’ you mutter. Laughing softly, Megatron ignores that you’re not happy to see him. Pretends that it doesn’t bother him. That even though this is his habsuite, he feels like the intruder as Soundwave fixes his plating to hide away his spike and Megatron reaches to nudge your head until you shoot him a sullen look.

• Swallowing a growl and surprised that he even has the urge to growl at Megatron, Soundwave doesn’t pull you away from Megatron’s reach as the warlord smirks at your attempts to slap at his servo. Lazily toying with you. And he knows the Seeker is likely to throw a tantrum as soon as he finds out, but he can’t even bring himself to care if he upsets Starscream after what the mech had done to him and you both. “What happened to not molesting me?” You ask, smacking Megatron when he uses a servo to roll you onto your back. Growling softly, Soundwave moves you away from the warlord and Megatron shoots him a knowing look, but relents.

• Scowling and desperately wanting a shower, you try to draw your legs up against yourself so everything isn’t just on display even if you can feel Soundwave’s slick between your thighs, too used to all three of them not caring about embarrassing you to even muster the energy to care yourself. Much anyway. And eventually, Megatron is probably going to want more than spark bonding from you. “I wonder which of you is going to tell Starscream you’re sparked. Or will you just let him figure it out on his own?” Megatron asks, grinning wickedly like your misery is the funniest thing ever. Sparked? That’s right. Paling, you remember Soundwave asking and you’d pretty much begged him to. Was that what that coaxing feeling was after you fully bonded with him? Star had done something like that when he’d sparked you now that you’re thinking of it. There had been a sense of a question there like when they’d bonded you fully. Like there was a choice before that coaxing pull. Both times you’d given in to that request without a thought. Why can’t any of them ask important things when you’re not a needy mess during sex? “Of course, I could tell him,” Megatron adds. Enjoying this far too much.

• “Don’t you dare,” you hiss, little face reddening and Megatron chuckles. Ferocious little thing even though you have no way to back up the unspoken threat in your voice. And that anger of yours sparks through him. Goes straight to his spike in a flush of need. Reminding him that even though he’s fully bonded to you and carrying your new spark, he’s yet to physically claim you. Smile faltering at that, he clears his vents in a loud huff. “You blurt it out to him and I’ll never forgive you.” Chin lifting, you glare at him and he can’t understand what it is about you that makes your pitiful little threat actually matter to him.

• Star. Not looking forward to his reaction to finding out you’re fully bonded and sparked again, even though he seemed resigned to it happening. It still feels like a betrayal. Shoulders hunching, you look pleadingly up at Soundwave. Because you have to be the one to tell him. Gently. “I need a shower. And I’d kill for coffee,” you whine, not about to have this conversation with Star while Soundwave’s excess trails down your thighs. Head tipping at you, Soundwave just stares, but it’s not like he has a clue what coffee even is. ‘The shower part I can help with,’ Megatron says, gesturing toward his desk and you register the plastic draped shape tucked in a corner there. ‘The Constructicons had a few ideas.’ Watching him curiously as he gets up and reaches to tug the plastic away, you just stare. It’s a dollhouse. A human sized dollhouse. “There’s a working shower?” Because nothing else matters beyond a shower and some semblance of privacy. “I could kiss you,” you add and he hesitates like you’d just said something weird. Offended him somehow. Aliens.

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Some more Scavengers when the mood strikes you? :)

Sure!

A Lifeless Ordinary Pt 20

Scavengers x Reader

• “I’m sorry. Did you say that you tricked Spinister into agreeing that Tiny is community property?” Krok growls, feeling exhausted as he frowns at Misfire. Trying to figure out how he’d convinced their very confused medic that this was for the best. And you’d just gone along with it apparently. Hadn’t bothered to contradict Misfire and he’s not sure what to make of that either. Except that maybe you’re interested. In Misfire at least. Fulcrum might be a good match, the mech always gentle with you, afraid he’s going to break you. But him? Even if he might privately entertain those thoughts, he knows the odds of you actually taking an interest in him as more than a protector are pretty slim. Not when there are more eligible mechs around.

• “Hey, I’m just facilitating everyone getting what they want,” Misfire counters, because as much as Krok huffs and pretends he doesn’t care, he watches you. Head turning and optics following your every move like he can’t help himself. Knows Krok is interested even if he denies it. They’re all adults, cooped up on a small ship together in close quarters. They have needs. So do you. You’re probably as starved for entertainment as they are. After all, you’d fragged Spin. That has to be a move made in desperation. It’s not like any of them are after a conjunx, just some fun. What’s the harm in that? “If Tiny wants to frag the whole ship, who am I to tell them no. You want to destroy their dreams?”

• “Do you even listen to yourself?” Krok growls, but there’s no real heat in the words. Peds kicked up on his console, Crankcase glances at the closed Medbay door. You’re still in there with Spinister. Can just imagine the two of you stretched out, tangled in each other. Whispering soft things. Well, it’s Spin, so any conversation is probably all you with confused monosyllabic responses from the medic unless he’s in rare form and actually coherent. What had you seen in him? Sure, he’s not perfect either, but he can hold a conversation.

• Can’t stop picturing the way you’d looked under Spinister. The sounds. Running a hand over his helm, Fulcrum vents softly. Torn between still finding organics weird, the way your soft skin gives if his grip is too tight, and liking you, the way you smile up at him, your laughter. And they’re talking about sharing you. Like it’s a forgone conclusion that they would. That you’d belong to all of them. It’s weird, but this isn’t a normal Decepticon unit, something he’s been very aware of from the get go. They’re close, like brothers. They squabble and fight, but have each other’s backs in a way he’s still not used to.

• Watching you drink your water, Spinister vents softly, sitting back and reaching to run the tip of his servo against your spine. Relaxed and calm in a way he’s not been in a long time. Focused. Those eyes turn his way, and warmth spills through him. “Okay, Tiny?” He asks and you smile up at him, that longing in his spark to be understood spreading. Those moment of lucidity, of focus usually tied to things he knows as well as the back of his own hand and sometimes even that isn’t a certainty. Science and medicine. Those he knows. Understands. Everything else is just confusing. Overwhelming. But he also knows he wasn’t always like this and he wants to remember.

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When I tell you your metroplex fic had me in tears I ain’t lying- it’s so beautifully written like oh my god my heart felt like it was being squeezed- may I please request more of this beautiful city giant?

(Also loving the knockout and rumble ones so so much too! Yes I did reread the knockout-)

Once again, you’re an amazing writer but please tell me you do take breaks, I have never seen someone pop out so many updates on so many different five as fast as you do.

-✨💜💫

Sure! I turn off Tumblr notifications when I’m working so I don’t get distracted. That counts as a break, right?

Defenders Wave 2 is showing up on EBay and AliExpress this morning… tiny Wheeljack tiny Wheeljack tiny Wheeljack (and three versions of Star)

I Can Feel You Pt 19

Metroplex x Reader

• Helping Scamper stack packages of nonperishable food and water, it’s peaceful listening to the steady thrum of Metroplex’s spark. Getting used to the new rhythm of your life, exploring Metroplex’s interior with the drones and making notes with his guidance on future repairs that are too much for his own self repair systems. Beside you the drone goes suddenly still, head turning to stare. See the other two do the same thing from the corner of your eye, not openly hostile, but alert. Turning, you lay a hand on Scamper’s arm and smile when you spot Ratchet, the medic peering up at Metroplex’s exposed spark and you wonder if it’s weird to him. Uncomfortable to be down here inside the Titan. From what you understand, seeing another’s spark is intimate, the ultimate act of trust and love. And Metroplex had created your home under the glow of his. “Hey, doc,” you say and he tears his optics away to find you.

• “I thought you might be down here when Hound said no one’s seen you in weeks,” Ratchet says, voice gruff as he gives you a once over that leaves Metroplex oddly off balance. Shifting Scamper between you and the medic, he knows Ratchet isn’t a threat. He’d helped him, listened to you. Eventually, anyway. But something about him being here sets Metroplex on edge. This is your space. Your home. Nestled safe near his spark. “Humans need sunlight. Fresh air,” the medic continues, frowning like he’s been neglecting you.

• “I’m fine,” you counter. Because you’re happy. It’s not like you being held against your will. You can leave Metroplex’s interior whenever you want. But why would you want to? Need to be here in case Metroplex needs you. Reaching out to hook your arms around one of Scamper’s arms, you lay your cheek against the drone. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

• Relaxing some when you tuck yourself against his drone’s side, Metroplex watches Ratchet look up at his spark again. “I don’t know what being down here might do to you.” Like being so close to his spark is dangerous. Knows that he doesn’t know much about humans, organics, but how can being here harm you? He’d never hurt you. “If I could just run some scans-” Ratchet begins and you shake your head, frowning. Immediately resisting Ratchet’s request and your unease shivers through him. Why don’t you want to be scanned? Knows the medic wouldn’t ask unless he suspected something was wrong.

• Nothing’s wrong. So why try to find a problem? Feeling Scamper’s arm curl loosely around you, some of your tension eases. “Let him scan,” Metroplex murmurs against your temple through the drone and you frown up at him. There’s no denying the request, though. Not when it comes from him. Eyes drawn up toward his spark, you feel that know familiar aching pull. Feel it wherever you explore away from this place, a need to be right here. To be close to his spark. Aching to reach toward that warmth and light that’s out of reach. Needing it more and more every day.

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The forbidden aspect of all of these relationships make me ache, in a good way, and sigh. The war has left so many mechs lonely.

They just crave normalcy and they’ve been fighting so long, they don’t even remember what that is

Disappear Pt 7

Tarantulas x Reader

• “Hey, no one pulled out pitchforks and torches. That’s a success. You did good,” you say shaking out your little pile of blankets. And lying to him, but he appreciates the effort anyway. He’d gotten overwhelmed not only by the noise and press of bodies, but the realization that he doesn’t want to be alone anymore. That he’s gotten accustomed to you being with him, the sound of your voice and laughter. No longer sure what exactly he wants, only that he can’t go back to his solitary existence. Checking the perimeter of the vault he’d claimed as his lair, he watches you fixing your bedding for the night.

• “They still knew. Sensed I wasn’t one of them,” he mutters. And you want to deny it, but you’d watched people unconsciously go out of their way to not brush against his avatar. Checking your blankets for creepy crawlies, you watch him climbing up the wall toward the weird nest of webbing he has in a corner. Disappearing inside until you can only see a shadow moving around inside. Still unsettling to watch, tripping all of those primitive instincts that scream at you to run. Skin prickling, you stretch out near your heater and hesitate when you hear the wind starting to pick up outside. A storm? Uneasy, you shudder at the distant sound of thunder.

• Mandibles flexing as he comes out of recharge, it takes a klik to realize it wasn’t the crack of thunder or the blinding flashes of lightning that woke him. He’s been here through storms before and they’re familiar now. Shifting in his nest, he leans out upside down and for a moment can’t find you. Then he hears you with the next rattling boom of thunder. Wedged in a far corner with your blankets. Shivering. Afraid of the storm? You always act like nothing bothers you, but right now you’re trembling and he slowly climbs down the wall, leaning to snag you blankets and all and you scream. “Only me,” he growls remembering how poor your vision is in the dark, head lifting before he makes his way back up toward his nest, moving much more carefully with you dangling from his arms.

• Too unsettled by the storm to even try to argue as he carries you with his hands hooked under your arms into the thickly woven nest of webs. It’s like a little tent dangling from the highest corner of the crypt, and now your fear of heights is fighting with your fear of the storm and of spiders for supremacy. And it’s immediately apparent that the nest is only made for him, not for guests, but then he’s mass shifting so it’s not as cramped. The webbing bounces slightly when he just sprawls on his side against you and his visor immediately dims. Your spider guy out for the count and it’s dark aside from the dim glow of his biolights, the webbing at least muffling the noise of the storm. Shivering, the only consolation is that he’s warm, but it’s going to be a long, sleepless night.

• Grunting when something moves against him, his extra limbs restlessly shift, plucking at his webbing. Finding you and tucking the warm shape of you more firmly against him when you make a soft noise. Visor brightening, he’s afraid to move in case you wake up and scramble to get away from him in the tight confines of his nest. Because this is the closest you’ve ever been to him, your warmth pressed against him, your cheek against his chassis. Mandibles flexing, he cautiously brushes your hair from your face and roll more firmly against him, one of your legs sliding against his. Making him want things he’s not allowed. To keep you. Would you accept him if he stayed hidden away? If you only had to deal with his avatar not his real self? Would you love him if he played at being human for you?

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Oh mighty, darling Revel, can we possibly get some more Kup when you have the chance??? I am hopelessly in love with that old man and I need more people indoctrinated into loving him, so he gets more content 🤣

Sure!

Don’t You Pt 2

Kup x Reader

• Aware of the young bots only somewhat paying attention as Springer goes over the mock plan, Kup works his cygar from one corner of his mouth to the other. Staring down the youngsters when they look back at where you’d settled yourself wrapped in a blanket on his thigh. Recharging or whatever it is humans do after you’d crashed from all the fear. Resting a servo on you, he still doesn’t know what to make of your claims that you’d just appeared on this world. And not sure what to do with you.

• Even if the war is over, there are always threats. Decepticons, Quintessons, Pit, their war hasn’t exactly made them many friends across the universe, tending to spill onto other worlds and cause devastating collateral damage. But because there’s no immediate threat, the new recruits don’t want to listen. Cutting up and far too green, not realizing that there’s always some threat looming on the horizon. That the Wreckers hold the line, quietly resolving issues before they’re even known. Before they can become problems. Looking down when one of your legs slides against him, eyes opening and afraid for a moment before you seem to remember and shudder, he nudges you with a servo. “You good, kid?”

• You’re hardly a kid, but it doesn’t seem worth arguing with the giant. Sitting up slowly, you study the others. “Yeah,” you lie. Listening to the green one growling in their weird language at the ones who’d been tormenting you before your current protector had shown up. Because none of this is good and you’re far from it yourself. Realizing you might be in shock, because you should be freaking out. Instead of just strangely resigned.

• Can’t stop mulling over you. It’s a funny thing. One little human out here alone. No supplies or gear. No chance at surviving if he hadn’t found you. “You’re a terrible liar, aren’t you,” he mutters and you just blink up at him before offering him a rueful smile. Chewing on his cygar, he vents. Until he figures out where you’d really come from, he’s going to have to keep you with him. Those brats will torment you if he doesn’t watch over you and you certainly can’t stay on this world. Knows he’s not cut out for this, doesn’t have the patience. Thought about handing you over to Springer, kid’s got a good spark, but that had felt like abandoning you when you’re clinging to him for safety.

• “Kind of still hoping this is just a weirdly awful dream,” you admit and he laughs, the sound a gruff bark of noise. And he reaches to tap you a bit too roughly on top of your head. Stomach growling, you look up at him. “You don’t have food, do you?” What would giant alien robots eat? Gasoline? Diesel? Whatever it is, you’re sure you’re not going to be able to eat it. A worry that strengthens when his weird metal cigar droops as his mouth opens then shuts and he solemnly says what you suspect is an alien swear word.

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