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"...can u give it back?" GIRL THIS ISNT A GAME OF CATCH what is HAPPENING

READER GET UR SHIT TOGETHER WE GOTTA LOCK IN

Reader have some self respect challenge level failed hheheheaaaaa

You guys crack me up, but accurate I feel like

I should retroactively go back and add the 18+ warning to the first chapter of everything. I keep seeing new folks stumbling on the start of a fic out in the wilds of Tumblr and just slowly liking chapter by chapter. And I can’t help but watch in horrified fascination, because I know they’re going to run into smut eventually

Everything Is Alright Pt 116

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

• "And there's the sire," Megatron growls as your shoulder creep up to your ears hearing the thud of peds running in the hall. And you really just want to hide inside Soundwave's cassette compartment and not deal with any of this, because this isn't your fault but you're sure the fallout is still going to be your problem to deal with. Why are aliens so weird? Can't make yourself look at Megatron or Soundwave. And then there's Starscream bursting through the door, denta bared and looking half mad until his optics find you. You catch a glimpse of the absolutely feral look on Megatron's face as Star rushes for you, hands out in demand that Soundwave hand you over. You really liked it better when Megatron looked shellshocked, just staring at nothing. Because right now? You imagine that's how a serial killer would look as he holds a still beating heart. "Starscream," Megatron says and the fine hair at your nape lifts as you try to decide whether you want to be in Star's hands for this or not.

• "Are you okay, little one?" Watching you cringe down into Soundwave's hands and refuse to look at him, he glares at Megatron. Suspecting the warlord's been trying to turn you against him again, but he can't not reach for you. Servo's feathering over you as you turn an almost pleading look toward Megatron. "What happened?" What had Megatron done to you? Wants to ask if it was the spark, but not with the warlord right there. Grinning at him. Wings lifting slightly when that expression really registers. Because he's seen it before, when he'd first been introduced to Megatron. Splattered in someone else's energon and grinning just like that. And he notices the resigned set of Soundwave's shoulders. Knows that Megatron knows about the spark and he grits his denta.

• "Neither of you thought to tell me that our little pet was sparked?" Megatron asks, voice low and reasonable. And dangerous. Soundwave cups his hands around you, head lifting as he and Starscream both turn to face the warlord, his spark constricting at that 'was.' Fear thrumming through him as the Seeker's wings drop sharply and you still won't look at them. Had you lost the spark after all? He's aware of Megatron lifting the arm with the cannon attached to point a servo at you in his hands, but he can't tear his optics from you. Because you look upset, but not that upset. You look like you think you're in trouble somehow.

• "Was." Starscream repeats and his raspy voice has a dangerous edge you recognize. That's the tone he uses right before he does something stupid. "What did you do?" He's staring at Megatron, denta bared. Wincing as his turbines begin humming, you grab at his servos when he starts to pull away and he looks down at you, those red optics cold with fury. And your breath catches, wanting to let go instead of making yourself hang on to him. Hate when he looks at you like that and just knowing Megatron is going to make things worse on purpose. It’s like neither of them can help it when they’re anywhere near each other.

• "I tried to save our pet," Megatron growls, servo shifting to point at Starscream. "After you severed Soundwave's bond. And our dear little pet repaid me by gifting me your spark." And as infuriating as all of this is, the look of abject horror on Starscream's face almost makes up for it. He's aware of Soundwave just looking down at you in disbelief when you hide your face in your hands. "I suppose it's mine, now. Good to know how fully you trust me, pet. Enough to fully bond to me."

• Tearing his optics from Megatron to stare at you only to find you hiding your face still lets him know Megatron's telling the truth. That Megatron has somehow stolen this from him and you. Stolen his future. Pulling air sharply through his vents as his head lifts to that stupid, smug grin, Starscream lunges for Megatron with a snarl aware of you yelling at him to stop.

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I’m really want Waspinator smut, I’m waiting for it

I doubt reader is, though 😂 Or for his really confused attempts to court, because he’s in love. Reader… still think of him as their dumb, ugly puppy, but they’ll figure it out pretty soon

Worker Bee Pt 15

Waspinator x Reader

• Unfortunately, he’s healed enough to go back to being aggressively clingy. As soon as you’d tried to squirm out from between him and the back of the couch, he’d just wrapped his arms around you and pressed his face against your chest. And whined. Making you feel guilty about carefully pushing his head away to get free, because you can’t just sleep on the couch all day. You have work to do and you’re not looking forward to that at all. Normally working from home is a good thing, but the idea of trying to do Zoom calls with him around? That’s just terrifying.

• Venting as he loses the warmth of you, he follows along behind you waiting on you to stop so he can snare you again. Little touches teasing him like when you’d brushed his antenna with your soft fingers to nudge his head away. Reaching up to run his servos over one, he watches you grab a bag and carry it back to the couch before pointing at him. “Don’t touch,” you say and his wings flick at your strict tone.

• Eyeing him as he keeps running his servos over an antenna, you sigh and head into the kitchen for some cereal. It’s hard to tell if he’s listening, let alone understanding you when he just stares at you like that. Fixing a bowl, you turn and almost run into him, frowning up at him in exasperation and going around him to sit at the table. “Not touching bag,” he says, dragging your chair out to insinuate himself between your thighs. Again. He’s touching everything else, though as he lays his head in your lap and just stares up at you. There’s no brain cells in that ugly bug head. You know there aren’t. He doesn’t know he’s doing anything wrong and he’s just going to aggressively follow you if you move. You’ve already fought this war with him and lost before. So you try to ignore him and eat your cereal.

• Wrapping his arms around you and the chair, he watches you eat. Not rebuking him this time and he buzzes softly at you, mandibles snagging your covering. “Are you eating my shirt?” You ask, looking down at him. Feels you slowly inhale and then you lay a soft hand on his head, fingers brushing his antenna to make him freeze. Not pushing him away. Touching him gently. No one has ever touched him with such kind hands before except you. Never belonged anywhere but here with you. “Why are you whining now? Cause I don’t want you eating my shirt?”

• Exasperated as he just keeps whining, still chewing the bottom hem of your shirt, you give up on trying to figure out what’s going on in his head. He’s obnoxious, but you don’t think he means to be. And no matter how annoying he is, you had been worried when you’d found him out there in the snow unmoving. Because he’s yours. Your problem. “Waspinator’s little friend,” he whines, the words more buzz than intelligible and you hear something in your chair crack under his clawed servos. And you nearly fall backwards when the back of the chair just comes loose, broken. Optics wide, his immediate reaction is to hide and cringe down. With nowhere else to go, he shoves his face between your thighs, antennae flattening against his head as you yelp and both of your hands land on his head.

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Hey I’m super new to your account and only saw one fic so far I just wanted to ask…do you write robot/a transformer reader x (any transformers) or is it all like human???…

Hi! I write transformers x human reader- just personal preference. I’m just a sucker for the size difference

Circuits and Wires Pt 11

Wheeljack x Reader

• Staring at those big hands as his servos work with careful, deft movements, you’re half tempted to just sprawl over his current project. But you’re pretty sure the big, sweet, idiot genius wouldn’t take the hint even if you stripped naked first and held up a sign with an arrow. And after that awful awkwardness, you’re trying to work up the will to make another attempt to get him to understand you like him, because short of spelling it out as bluntly as possible, he’s not going to get it. And you can’t make yourself do it.

• You’re staring again, can feel your eyes on him to make his vocal indicators flicker mauve. Keeps replaying your embarrassed little admission that you like him. And wondering if you’d meant it the way he hopes you had. Not that he can bring himself to ask, because he’s pretty sure he’d blown it. If you had liked him that way, you likely think he’s an idiot now. He feels like an idiot. Maybe if he just kneels at your feet and apologizes? You might forgive him if he begs.

• Swallowing a groan, you flop on your back and cover your face with your hands. And almost immediately, a shadow falls across you. Eyes opening to find him leaning over you, optics pinched and worried. “You okay?” He asks. And you’re fine. Great. Just more frustrated than you’ve been in your entire life. When you just cover your face again, he’s silent and then you feel his servos wrap around your wrist to gently pull your hand away and you realize he’s mass shifted and crouching over you. “Do you need food? How long’s it been since-”

• Little hands grab his vocal indicators and tug his head down and he’s so surprised he doesn’t resist. Bumping his helm against your head to make you swear when he loses his balance and has to slam a hand down to keep from falling on you. And your eyes are leaking. Horrified, he starts apologizing and you’re covering your face again. Laughing and crying and he has no idea how to fix whatever this is.

• You’d just wanted to try to press a kiss against his battle mask and he’d head butted you. Maybe it’s the universe letting you know this isn’t meant to be. And he’s just babbling apologies, big hands cupping your face, trying to pull your hands away so he can see if you’re bleeding. Finally letting him tug your hands away, you feel his lips press against your forehead and you just stare up at him as he grimaces, vocal indicators cherry red. “Please, please stop apologizing,” you manage, exhausted and mortified.

• “Right. Sorry,” he mumbles awkwardly. Because you have to hate him by now. Primus, he hates himself right now. Servos gently tucking your hair behind your ear, it takes a physical effort to not apologize again. And then you’re reaching to grip his vocal indicators, but not tugging this time. Uncertain, he leans closer and you arch up, warm mouth brushing his, shocking him.

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I know Space Crack Peepaw (TFP Megs) stole his human away while the world around them burned, just to goad Optimus out of hiding. But was there anything else (Outside of their lack of survival instincts.) that drew his attention to them in the moment?

It was just a wrong place, wrong time situation. Reader was unlucky enough to be seen by a vehicon talking to one of the kids and assumed to be an ally. Reader was actually fussing at Miko for returning a book after drawing in it (it was doodles of Bulkhead and Wheeljack) 18+

Broken Arrow Pt 16

TFP Megatron x Reader

• It had come down to his own possessiveness to convince him to find you a cover up so everyone doesn’t see “what’s his” and you don’t know where the poor Vehicons found you the silky blush colored robe, but it’s at least covering the important bits as you sit on the arms of his throne while he- mostly snarls and threatens his followers. He’d already seized one hapless Vehicon that had shot you a curious look and slung the poor guy across the room. Apparently getting some hadn’t done anything to improve his temper or people skills

• Optics narrowing as he sits through debriefing after debriefing, he curls his servos around you and pushes the robe off one shoulder to show off your harness, grinning when you pointedly tug it back into place. And he catches your leash to twist about a servo, gently tugging just to annoy you. “Have you ever tried being nice?” You ask, little hands grabbing the leash and pulling. “Instead of just an asshole?” And you’re aware of the nearest Vehicon sidling quickly out of reach at your words in case Megatron takes it out on him.

• “Nice is weakness, pet,” he growls, hooking a claw carefully under your chin to tip your face up toward him. Before dropping the servo between your thighs, splitting the front of your robe. Damn him! Squirming and trying to shove his servo away as he strokes against you. Baring those sharp denta in amusement. Face flushing when another of his commanders walks up with a datapad, the mech frowning slightly as you wiggle trying to close your thighs and push his servo away, and the mech’s wings flick before he begins droning on about a potential energon mine. Startling when you gasp on a moan and hide your face against Megatron’s hand. “Problem, Starscream?” Megatron asks, propping his chin up in his other fist like he’s not doing anything, servo still petting.

• Expression daring Starscream to question him as he plays with you, listening the Seeker stutter, wings flicking as he tries to look everywhere but at you, as you make a strangled noise and rock yourself against his servo. Giving in. And he’s struggling not to laugh as Starscream all but runs off the bridge. “I like it better when you were threatening them,” you gasp. And he’s taking a savage delight in punishing you for denying him. The fact that it probably just scarred Starscream for life making it even better. Let them see you and know you’re his. Reminding you of it doesn’t hurt either, because it’s driving him crazy that you’d not surrendered fully to him. Can’t stop thinking about it.

• Instead of just making the other giant aliens and you really uncomfortable. And he won’t let up, stroking you lazily as the next poor bastard to traumatize walks up. Clinging to his servo as the giant spots you, his one optic flicking down to you as you can’t help but squirm and his antenna flatten back. At this rate, he might as well just fuck you on his throne and make everyone watch. Because as soon as he’s mass displaced again, you’re going to slap the heck out of him for this.

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OK WOW I WAS IN LOVE WITH STAR AND TC ALREADY BUT YOU MADE ME FALL FOR SKY TOO. I NEED THEM OMG 🫶 Cant wait for the next Trine update

Why choose when you can have all three? 18+ Mass displaced mech 🌶️

True Romance Pt 17

Trine x Reader

• Shivering and sensitive as Starscream’s mouth moves lazily against your jaw, your head turns at the feel of Thundercracker’s servos brushing your hair from your face. And his touch lingers, a servo tracing over your cheek. Your eyes closing when Star lazily rocks himself against you before slipping free, wings flaring slightly as Skywarp leans over you to make Thundercracker growl. And the purple and black Seeker grins down at you.

• Venting as he shifts to sit near Thundercracker as Skywarp cages you under his frame, Starscream glances at his stoic brother. Mostly surprised at his Thundercracker’s restraint. Letting Skywarp have his way without a protest just to keep the peace as always. Never making demands. Hears you laugh and looks to see Skywarp’s flipped you onto your belly, play biting your neck and shoulder. “I know what you’re doing,” Starscream murmurs to Thundercracker, while watching Skywarp. “You’re allowed to want things. To ask for things.” Instead of worrying over everyone else, trying to take care of them and not himself.

• Wings down, he watches Skywarp hook an arm under your hips to get them up where he wants before mounting you. Venting when you moan. “What makes you think this isn’t what I wanted?” Because if you belong to all three of them, you’re safe. Under all of their protection not just his. Denta working when you yelp as Sky nips at you. Leaving marks on your soft skin. And maybe he wants to leave his own mark, his own claim on you. Because he’d wanted you first. Wanted to keep you.

• Primus, you’re even tighter than he’d imagined and so slick as he ruts against you. Using a hand to brace as he thrusts. Those little gasping sounds as you rock back to meet him spurring him on to move faster. And then you’re tightening on his spike, milking him as you tremble under him. “Wait. Not yet,” he groans, wings twitching as he snaps his hips against you. “Primus, wait.” Denta finding your shoulder as he buries himself deep and releases inside you.

• Whimpering as that bite trips another full body shudder from you, feeling Skywarp rock himself against you, spike stroking before he pulls out with a whine and you slump on your belly. Thighs trembling and glaring when Sky bends and leaves another stinging nip on your hip, servos smoothing down your spine. And you’re not sure you can handle another round as Thundercracker moves closer and stretches out partially on his side facing you and gently pulls you against him.

• Servos cupping your chin, he tips your face up and brushes his mouth against yours. Feels your body relax against his. Breaking away from the kiss to nudge his face against yours, feeling your breath on him. “You okay?” He asks, lifting a wing to block his Trine from your view. Pretending it’s just the two of you and watching you stroke your fingers over his jaw and lips. Delving his servos through your hair, he wants you, but doesn’t want to push you. Those eyes look up at him, snaring him as he cups the back of your neck, a servo rubbing your cheek.

• Head tipping back and venting to cool himself off, Starscream listens to Thundercracker murmuring to you. Not yet claiming you, just holding you to him. And it feels almost like trespassing to hear your voices whispering intimately together. And then Skywarp is nudging him with a shoulder, grinning as his glossa slides over his denta. “We’re keeping the human, right?” Skywarp growls, the words more demand than question. “That’s our human.” Hearing Thundercracker laugh at something you say, seeing your fingers touch his helm, Starscream nods.

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Pls pls pls more tfa 😫🙏🙏🙏 i love your writing, thank you for feeding the transformers fans 🩷

Sure!

That’ll work 😀

The Devil You Know

TFA Megatron x Reader

• When you’d signed on, snagging the coveted position as Prof. Sumdac’s intern and personal assistant, you’d been hoping to learn some of his secrets. Get a hands on education in state of the art robotics. Not spend most of your time cleaning up after the surprisingly diminutive and incredibly absent minded genius. The man leaving a trail of half empty tea cups all over his lab. Wandering about collecting those for the night before you can leave, you reach for the light switch and when you turn it off, a bright line of light against the wall makes you hesitate. What is that? Flicking the light back on, you set down the tray you’d been using to clean up and walk over. And realize there’s a gap behind the shelving. Wiggling your finger into the gap and pulling to find the whole shelf rolls on a set of hidden tracks.

• It’s difficult to gauge time accurately trapped as he is. Sumdac working to repair his body. Supposedly. Hates leaving his fate in the hands of the primitive insect, knowing how cautious the human is. Too cautious and that makes it hard to manipulate him as he’d like. Hearing steps on the stairs to the lab Sumdac hides him away in, his optics lift and a low growl escapes him. Because you’re not Sumdac. And the way you’re creeping about trying to be quiet, looking around wide eyed, makes it clear you’re not supposed to be down here.

• It’s a whole lab, secreted away behind a hidden passageway. Heart racing as your fingers brush along the wall, you take it in. Has anyone else been down here or are you the first? Know you shouldn’t be down here, that Sumdac will be angry. Might very well throw you out if he catches you, but you can’t resist the mystery. It’s the partially built, giant robot head that draws your eyes. Those red optics luminous and you almost fall when they shift and focus on you. Breath catching as you wonder if it’s a security system and if sirens are about to start screaming. Because it’s looking at you with uncanny focus and intelligence.

• Wide eyes stare up at him, as you cling to the stair railing, backing up and he forces a warm smile. “Please, don’t go. It gets so lonely down here,” he says. “I can assure you I’m not a threat to you.” And you hesitate, staring at him. Watches your little tongue dart out to wet your lips. Hoping you’re more gullible than Sumdac, because if he can coax your trust, he can convince you to help. Convince you to trust him. Only him. “I’ve been trapped down here by that man. Dissected and tortured to help him further his own greedy goals. Please.”

• This is the secret to Sumdac’s genius? Is he an AI? Heart pounding, you move closer, drawn by that deep voice. “Sumdac did this to you?” And moving closer, watching those optics track you, he is more advanced than any of the Prof’s robots. “What are you?” Where’s the rest of him? “Can I help?” And he smiles down at you as you examine the tube his head is trapped in. Because the distress in his voice tugs at you. Tortured and dissected when he’s clearly intelligent and far too advanced. What is he?

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I just wanted to let you know, that post about Waspinator, Tarantulas and Grimlock and how they have more animal like instincts than other bots (which i can't find in your masterlist, btw) inspired the realization in me that this same truth would apply to ALL the characters in Beast Wars.

(This is not a request that you add Beast Wars to your ever expanding list unless you really want to. God knows you've got enough on your plate right now.)

Oh, yeah- they’d love hunting and pred/prey play

Sure! Sorry it took so long to get to it!

Save World Get Girl

Silverbolt x Reader

• Head pounding, your eyes open and all you can see is green. Struggling upright and fighting off a wave of confused nausea, it all comes rushing back. The siren and the gate malfunctioning. Someone screaming. Turning to look around, your stomach sinks as you realize you’re alone. There’s no gate. You have no idea where you are and you’re alone. Eyes focusing on your helmet and the giant crack spiderwebbing the plexi, you at least know the air is breathable. Otherwise you’d be dead by now. Clumsily fumbling with the helmet until you get it detached, you stagger to your feet as panic begins to claw at you. Turning slowly in a circle as somewhere in the jungle you’re standing in, something screams out.

• Patrolling through the thick underbrush, there’s an unfamiliar scent on the breeze. And unfamiliar is rarely good. The Predacons? Growling softly he draws a feathered blade and stalks forward, wings drawn close to his body. What is that scent? Some trap laid by Tarantulas? A lure to draw them out, because it’s a curious smell. Servos carefully pushing a palm frond out of the way, he spots the small shape and he’s not sure what to make of the little biped. Watching it struggle with its round, bulbous head until it pries it loose and drops it to go bouncing and he sees it’s only a helmet. But the creature underneath is even stranger. A little organic, looking around with worried eyes. What are you?

• Skin crawling, you pick up a stick because you’re unarmed and it’s better than nothing. Wrapping the severed end of your tether around your arm, you’re not sure if you should stay put and wait on rescue or look for shelter. Because really? You seriously doubt rescue is coming. Had known when you’d signed up that you were risking your life. That you were expendable. You’d known and taken their money anyway.

• Whatever you are, you definitely don’t belong here. Watching you heft a pitiful, little stick and begin to walk, he scans for your ship and comes up with nothing. Keeping low, he follows you when you head into the brush. Doesn’t bother trying to trail you too closely since you’re making enough noise every predator for miles has to be alerted to your presence. Do you have no survival instincts at all?

• A branch cracks and you freeze, heart racing. And looking up, you stare at a monstrous, beaked, bird thing. That tilts its head to stare at you with a beady eye and you realize how big it is as it shuffles on the branch and makes a throaty croaking noise. Nope. As soon as it launches from the branch, wings flapping you drop your stick and run screaming.

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Am I going insane or has no one asked for D-16??? If not them I am going to humbly bEG YOU PLEASE LET ME SMOOCH HIM HE DESERVES IT

Sure! Took me a bit to figure out a plot convenience to get a reader to him, Megatronus Prime, and Silverbolt

Fight For You

D-16 x Reader

• Hefting his drill, D-16 sidesteps out of the way of a much bigger, cogged bot. The other not even sparing him a glance. Not even seeing him, because miners are barely above drones in their optics. But what he’s doing matters even if they don’t see him. There’s energon because of him and the others, risking their lives to make sure there are no shortages. That no one goes wanting. And if they cut his rations again? It’s because it was needed elsewhere. Cogless bots are smaller, need less even if there’s a vague dissatisfaction he has to keep pushing down.

• Listening to the chatter around you and sipping at the one glass of champagne they’d allowed you, there’s a nervous tension threading through you that’s part anticipation and part, mostly, anxiety. You pick at the steak they’d put in front of you, surrounded by other dishes, caviar, lobster, things so far out of your budget they’re a treat. If you had any appetite. You keep thinking this is likely a last meal and of the six other team members for the first jaunt, only one is tearing into the food. Everyone else as jittery as you are. But most of the drones have come back just fine. They’d captured staticky, conflicting images of a green world, a glittering city, and more. The gate unstable and shifting, but the scientists think they’ve figured out the intervals it swaps to a new location. That your team will be able to step through, take samples and step back out.

• Waiting for Orion and the others to fall into recharge, he heads to the roof of the dorm assigned to miners and tips his face up to the glittering, dizzying beauty of Iacon. Watches a flight capable Cybertronian streak by and wonders what that’s like. To be so free. Orion is the dreamer, though. Always has been. While he’s the realist. Knows that’s not meant for them. “I matter,” he whispers, voice lost in the noise of the city humming around him. Because he needs to believe that. To be satisfied.

• Heart rabbiting in your chest, you shuffle to an awkward halt, lined up shoulder to shoulder with the other explorers. Over the comms, someone’s humming the Jeopardy theme as you face that churning miasma of light and shadow. The government had dug up the gate decades ago, secreted it away to figure out. And it’s definitely not human tech. Already sweating in what’s essentially a space suit, you can hear yourself breathing as you flex your fingers in the thick gloves. They’d kitted you out with your own oxygen and water, the suit dragging you down and you want to look back to make sure the carbon fiber tether is still secured to the winch. Just in case, they said. In case they couldn’t walk back through on their own.

• “Hold,” calls a voice, almost painfully loud inside the helmet as feedback squeals in your ear. “We’ve got a power fluctuation.” And you feel it when the gate shifts, like a hook sank into your gut, tugging at you. Stumbling back a step as power arcs off the gate. Is this normal? There’s a klaxon screaming and your heart drops. Barely hear someone yelling ‘abort’ when the first person breaks and tries to run. The concrete floor under your feet buckling and cracking and you fall, sliding toward that miasma. Someone’s screaming and it might be you. Grabbing at your tether as you slide and someone else falls on you and you both hit that churning surface.

• Venting tiredly, he turns to go back down and get some recharge and feels a soft thump against his ped. And- what is that? A mini-con? A tiny, little bot with a domed, silvery head trailing a severed cable behind it. And it’s soft when he bends to nudge it with a servo. “You okay, buddy?” Head lifting to look for a transport, for any sign of where you’d come from. Knows the wealthy sometimes keep mini-cons as companions, but that tether? Had you run away? Being kept against your will? Denta gritting, he scoops you up and carries you down with him into the dorms. If you are a runaway, it’s none of his business, but mini-cons aren’t pets. No bot should be chained. But hiding you is only going to cause him problems if your keeper comes looking for you. Still, he can’t just ignore you. Can’t pretend he doesn’t see you, because he knows too well what that’s like.

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Could we perhaps get more Cliffjumper? I love that loud mech sm 😍

Sure!

TKO Pt 5

Cliffjumper x Reader

• Looking up as Cliffjumper carries in a box of stuff, you don’t flinch when he sets it down and carefully pushes it your way. Because this is his new tactic. Fetching you things. Trying to cheer you up. And he’s trying so hard, wearing you down day by day, because under the gruff temper and frustration, he’s kind. “You didn’t eat again,” he mutters, placing a servo on the unopened MRE he’d left you and pointedly scooting it closer as he kneels in the floor. “If you don’t like those, tell me what you do like.” But you haven’t really had any appetite in days. Your mind turning it over again and again. Not wanting to believe what you know happened. He’s started carrying you to the rec room sometimes and even though the noise is terrifying, there’s other humans. You don’t talk to them, but it’s reassuring to see them laughing and gossiping. Happy despite the weirdness of their situation.

• Watches you pull the box closer and lift things out. He’d found an abandoned home on the outskirts of town and had pulled down a wall to get to the human things inside. Not really sure what most of it is, he’d just grabbed things hoping something might appeal to you. Get you to open up and talk to him instead of the stilted one word answers you usually give him. Expression empty, you lift a plush animal from the box and run your fingers over the bow tied around its neck. “He pushed me, didn’t he?” You ask, voice so soft he almost misses it. Eyes focused on nothing, you wrap your arms around the plush.

• “Yeah,” he says and your eyes close. A hurt part of you insisting that he’d loved you, that he wouldn’t have. But you’d known, hadn’t you? Just hadn’t wanted to accept it. If it hadn’t have been Cliffjumper, if you’d been hit, would he have said it was an accident? That you fell and he’d been grabbing for you? Looking up at Cliffjumper’s serious, unhappy face, you make yourself really look at him. He’s not a monster, even if you’d treated him like one because you were hurting. “Want to talk about it? I’m not going to make you, but if you want to I’m here,” he says.

• Half expects you to get upset again, so he’s not sure what to make of it when your little fingers dig into the plush and you rest your cheek on its head. Finally ready to accept what had happened? Doesn’t say that he’s been watching for you conjunx-to be’s vehicle when he’s on patrol. That he hopes he runs in to the human. Because the talking part he’s never been good at, doesn’t really know how to make this better. But he can get some revenge for you whether you want it or not. “Not yet,” You whisper and he gets it. Gets that being betrayed like that has left scars and it’s why he keeps a close watch on you, started moving you to the floor of his habsuite when he leaves so there’s no way for you to get hurt.

• Maybe there are just no tears left. You feel oddly empty as you press your face against the teddy bear, smelling perfume on it and wondering where he’d gotten it. Aware of him sitting on the floor beside you, not pushing you to talk. Just being there whether you want him to be or not. Waiting on you to talk to him. But you can’t yet, trying to figure out what you’d done wrong. Why he would have pushed you to begin with.

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[revelboo]

I am begging for more clumsy heart crumbs 🙏

Sure!

Clumsy Heart Pt 6

Soundwave x Reader, Shockwave x Reader

• Your shoulder is dislocated. You’re sure of it even before Shockwave runs the scanner over you, stares at the screen then shows it to Soundwave. And then they’re both just staring at you and you realize neither of them have a clue what to do. And the only thing you know is that the joint has to be forced back into place, right? Except touching it is agony, and you don’t want to do it. But you don’t want them doing it either. And they’re still just staring down at you. Like they’re waiting on you to tell them what to do and defeated, because you can’t do it yourself, you gesture with your good hand. “Can one of you gently help get my shoulder joint back in the socket. Gently?” Watching the two giants exchange a look that isn’t at all reassuring, you wait.

• Fear and pain. Your emotions prickle over him with nervous anxiety and he knows touching you is going to make it worse. Shockwave continuously making his life more difficult without meaning to because he can’t understand. Like you. Bringing you here thinking you’d make things better. Make him happy. All because he hadn’t been able to understand his grief. Those emotions stripped away during empurata along with his memories. Leaving this shell behind. And while he’s staring down at you, not wanting to handle you, Shockwave reaches for you with his one hand, servos wrapping around you as you inhale sharply and his thumb pushes down until you yelp.

• Fragile flesh and bone shifts under his servos as he feels the pop and then you’re doubling over his servos, making noises you’re trying to muffle with a fist and you’re leaking again. He’d done what you’d asked, but you’re still upset. Uncurling his servos from around you, he expects you to scurry away from him. Not to curl an arm around one servo, still making that pained sound. And he can’t move, antennae back as that sound shivers through him. Muffling a scream. They’d muffled his. Someone had. Hadn’t they? Is that his memory?

• Biting into the side of your fist and screaming swear words, you breathe through it. Because forcing it back into place had somehow felt worse than when it dislocated in the first place. He’d not warned you or anything, just did it. Damn, aliens. “Fixed,” Shockwave growls with a shudder, hand tipping as you glare up at him, eyes watering and you slide out of his palm as he dumps you, your fingers still stinging with pins and needles. Jerk.

• Watching you gingerly touch your shoulder, then shiver, Soundwave rubs his helm. Trying to figure out what to do with you, how to explain to Shockwave why bringing you here was a mistake. But if they just let you go, you might give away the Nemesis. And if he doesn’t watch over you, Shockwave is likely to try and ‘fix’ you. He’s seen the scientist’s attempts to fix organic life and the results have been… unsettling. Doesn’t really want a human to deal with, but can’t condemn you to being a test subject to satisfy Shockwave’s curiosity either. And there was the way Shockwave had stopped him from lulling you, the edge that had been in his voice had been accompanied by emotion. An emotion that had supposedly been stripped away. Had handling you somehow triggered a memory? A fragment of the mech he remembers surfacing? Is Senator Shockwave locked away somewhere in there still?

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[revelboo]

HI HI HIII!

soooo I read your Drift, Rodimus and the Scavngers 18+ and it got me falling over heels.

I swear, some authors whom I asked and answered my asked are such goddamn talented people and it makes me wanna give em a chefs kiss

*Chef kiss to the 18+ I mentioned*

ANYWAYS

Could you possibly do another Scavngers 18+ or perhaps all the Lost Light crew members +18?

Sure! 18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

You have no idea how hard it was to not be a gremlin with Minimus

Minimus: Can we just interface normally tonight? Human: Nope, put on the Magnus armor and mass shift.

MTMTE Scenarios/ Snippets

Scavengers

• Optics brightening and head lazily lifting from where it’s resting on your belly, Fulcrum vents when you grin up at him, wearing his stolen goggles. “Little thief,” he says, shifting to crouch over you as your thigh slides against the outside of his. “You know what happens to thieves?” And you’re completely unrepentant, pushing his goggles up on top of your head to make your messy hair even wilder. Hand sliding over your hip, servos splayed on you to surf even higher up your body. Tracing curves and hollows to make you wiggle.

• “Jealous because they look better on me?” You tease as he moves over you, then his mouth finds yours. Reaching up you hook your arms around his neck and feel him nudge your thighs further apart. Glossa stealing inside as his spike brushes the inside of your thigh. Laughing when he tries to find you and slides against you instead to make him nip your bottom lip in a soft reprimand. Then the head of his spike is stretching you, your back arching on a moan.

• Groaning as he sinks deep, he rocks himself against you, smiling against your neck. And then groaning for a whole different reason when the door opens and Crankcase and Misfire come in, arguing and stop short. Because living on a cramped ship with four other mechs means having very little alone time. Or privacy. It’s not like they’ll leave if he asks, so he tries to ignore them. Hard to do when he’s mass displaced and they’re huge. Is this how you feel all the time?

• “You didn’t invite us? I’m hurt,” Misfire says, leaning his elbows on the berth you and Fulcrum are on and propping his chin on a hand. Apparently intending to watch Fulcrum frag you. Glaring at him upside down as Fulcrum’s thrusts falter slightly with the audience. The poor guy more embarrassed than you are. “Little tip, buddy, you need a little more leverage to hit that angle Tiny likes,” Misfire adds and you’re going to smack him first chance you get.

• Hears you hissing at Misfire to shut up as he tries to focus on you, the feel of you under him, wet and tight around his spike. Pretending it’s just you and him. “What kind of rhythm is that?” Crankcase growls and Fulcrum hides his face against your neck. “You should just let Tiny ride you if that’s the best you can do.”

• Glaring at both of them as they just grin at you completely unbothered, you cup Fulcrum’s face in your palms forcing his head up. “Don’t listen to them. Misfire only lasts one minute tops anyway,” you taunt just to watch the Seeker’s wings flick. Know he’s going to get revenge for that comment later, but right now you focus on Fulcrum. Rocking yourself under him. “I want you.” Helm bumping against your forehead, he begins moving again and you lift your hips to meet him. “That’s right. Right there.” Head falling back as he thrusts deep and by some miracle, the other two don’t make any more snide comments. Letting you focus on the feel of him moving against you.

Rung

• Smiling up at him as his servos feather through your hair, optics staring down at you as you kneel between his thighs, cheek on his leg. “Are you sure you want, I mean, you don’t have to,” he mumbles, looking almost embarrassed as he stumbles over his words. And you love that you can do this to him. Make the well spoken, calm bot struggle just to speak. In answer, you lean down to run the tip of your tongue against the mesh of his inner thigh seam and he shudders, servos fisting in your hair. But he stops protesting and finally frees his spike for you.

• “I know I don’t have to,” you whisper, lips ghosting against him, your breath warm on his spike. That wet tongue sliding along the seams around his spike, before your mouth glides along the underside of it. “I want to.” Little fingers tracing every ridge and node, following the pulse of his biolights. And those lovely eyes look up at him before you take the head into your mouth.

Tailgate and Cyclonus

• Servos curling into fists, hips lifting slightly, Cyclonus grits his denta as your mouth moves on his spike, tongue sliding against him as your head slowly bobs. Watches through hooded optics as Tailgate shifts behind you, hands on your hips. And you moan around his spike when Tailgate buries his own spike inside you. Knows Tailgate enjoys being bigger than you, hears the smaller bot groan as he rocks himself against you.

• Servos tightening on your hips as he ruts against you, he glances up at Cyclonus to find the other mech watching him, lips parted as you take your time with his spike. Suspects Cyclonus only tolerates you to indulge him, but the bigger mech is always willing to let you both sleep sprawled on top of him without any complaints, making Tailgate suspect he’s starting to soften towards you. Hips snapping against you, he watches Cyclonus grit his denta, head tipping back as he cups the back of your neck.

• Tongue sliding against the underside of Cyclonus’s spike as Tailgate’s thrusts become more urgent, shifting behind you so his next stroke sends you over the edge. And tailgate is driving deep and rocking himself against you in shallow thrusts before he’s releasing inside you. Your head lifts from Cyclonus’s spike on a moan when Tailgate slips free, hooking an arm around you to drag you with him when he sprawls on his back with you on top. Hear Cyclonus snarl as he shifts to cover both of you, spike finding you and driving deep. Trapped between them as Tailgate’s servos slide against you, his other hand grabbing onto Cyclonus’s arm as you hook an arm around the bigger mech’s neck as he moves inside you.

Rodimus

• “Stop, you’ve got to stop,” he groans, servos gripping the surface under you as he shudders. “Just give me a klik.” Legs hooked around his waist, you dig your heels into him, wiggling and grinning up at him as he shakily laughs. “You brat.” There’s no real heat in his words, though as he leans over you, mouth finding yours.

• Hands wandering on him, he tries to distract you with his mouth while he gets himself under control. Knows his plating is heating up and just needs a moment. Because you’re both literally playing with fire, risking his outlier ability flaring up. Something that can’t happen with you and he’s too embarrassed about his lack of control to admit what’s wrong. Mouth lazily moving on yours, he slowly rocks himself against you. Too scared to go fast and rough like he’d like.

Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus

• Mouth brushing the back of your neck, he interlaces his servos with your fingers as he moves against you. Listening to those little sounds you make as his spike strokes deep. And he doesn’t feel too small, dwarfed by everyone else like he normally is with you. Doesn’t have to be Magnus to matter. He’s enough.

• Breath hitching as he drapes himself against your back, hips rocking as his spike stretches you, you can feel when he vents against you. Too tired and relaxed to care much about chasing a climax, just enjoying the intimacy. When his frame strains, servos tightening on your hand as his mouth opens against your shoulder to muffle his groan as he releases inside you. How many times is this now?

[revelboo]

*dies* the plot twist in the last Everything is Alright update!! I was expecting soundwave to end up with the sparkling, then star would have to except him, but Megatron is even better,I'm been waiting for him to bond Reader. I think I'm going to go hysterical waiting for the next part! (No pressure, I'm just obsessed with your writing ♡♡♡)

Poor Megs getting to figure out the hard way how interspecies reproduction between Cybertronians and humans works. I’m sure this won’t be awkward at all…

Everything Is Alright Pt 115

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

• “I’m sorry. What?” You manage, struggling to sit up in his palm as he sits on his berth holding you. And you feel oddly exhausted as Megatron just stares at the far wall. Your own tired brain teetering dangerously close to the urge to laugh, and afraid you won’t be able to stop if you start. Because of course this weird alien bullshit can get worse. Nothing should surprise you at this point. And then you think about how Star’s going to react to the fact that you somehow gave his spark he’d created with you to his worst enemy. “Can you give it back?” Before Star figures out what happened?

• Venting, he scowls at you. “I don’t even know how I took it,” he growls, head lifting when someone starts banging on the door to his habsuite and you wilt. Because of course, your spark mate would have felt you collapse. Standing, he carries you to unlock the door and is surprised to see Soundwave, not Starscream. Doesn’t even protest when the communications officer reaches for you and you slide over into his hands. Abandoning him after sparking him. “Where’s the Seeker?” Because he’d rather just get this idiocy over with. Because this isn’t how this works. The carrier keeps the spark, but you’re human not Cybertronian.

• Servos stroking over you, physically you seem fine, but your emotions are all over the place, jangling through him. “Collapsed. Hurt?” He asks, tipping your chin up and you grab onto his servo. ‘Wait, Star collapsed?’ You ask as Megatron makes a noise and you shoot him a look. What is he missing? There’s something there in the expression on Megatron’s face, but he’s just so glad you’re okay. It feels good to have you in his hands again, thought when the Seeker collapsed that he wouldn’t have a chance to apologize to you. To do better for you. Thought he’d somehow lost you. Starts to ask about the spark and hesitates glancing at Megatron, remembering that it’s secret.

• Pushing at his servos as he nervously touches you, feeling your heart, checking you over in gentle touches. And not answering you. “Soundwave, old friend,” Megatron says, his tone almost friendly to make your skin prickle all over. “Were you aware that our pet was sparked? With Starscream’s young?” Oh, he’s smiling. If shark’s could smile, that’s exactly what it would look like. That gleam in the warlord’s optics makes you want to try to pry open Soundwave’s cassette compartment and hide inside.

• Waiting patiently as Soundwave slowly inclines his head, Megatron presses his servos against his helm. “Lord Megatron?” Soundwave asks, servos curling protectively around you. Like his commander thinks he’s about to lash out at you. Not realizing that you’re absolutely safe from him. That you’re fully bonded to him and Starscream. “The spark?” His communications officer asks as you just hide your face in your hands in mortification and he looks from you to Megatron at a loss.

• Coming online, Starscream struggles to get free of the two Constructicons lifting him off the floor. Hearing them swear at him as he breaks loose and takes off. Because that fear that had slammed through him before something has gone wrong with his spark and processor had been yours. And all he can think of is that you need him. He’s terrified for you. That your weak human body has rejected the spark, that you might not survive it. Running, for Megatron’s habsuite as his own spark constricts painfully. Even if you’re still upset with him, he needs to see you. To reassure himself that you’re okay. Because you’re what matters to him.

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Clumsy Heart, TKO, and some TFA updates later hopefully

[revelboo]

Heyyyyyyyyy it's meeeeeee the devilllll back with a figure update and Suprise! It's not blokees! It is however, everyone's favorite cryptic

You have no idea how tempting it is to paint his claws and cables

😂 That’s the Gear Factory Demonic Whisper figure, right? I’d just ordered everyone’s favorite Cryptid daddy, too

Bad Idea Pt 17

TFP Soundwave x Reader

• Making a little sound of protest when his tendrils lift you enough to slide a blanket under you and then you’re eased back down. Head turning to rest on your arm as another blanket is draped over you, you watch him hesitate before touching your cheek with a servo. The touch almost an apology, but you know he has whatever secret alien stuff he does to do and as much as you’d love to spend all day exploring each other, you understand. “Kick ass,” you tell him and he flips the end of your blanket over your head before leaving you, but not before the drone darts inside to light on the berth and give you a very judgmental stare.

• Hates being away from you, but can’t just leave Starscream to his own devices since Megatron’s preoccupied. Doesn’t really trust the Seeker not to be scheming without someone keeping an optic on him. Entering command, he’s not at all surprised to find Starscream sprawled on Megatron’s throne ordering Vehicons about. Though the little human he’s cradling against his chassis and idly petting is new. Staring until the Seeker gets uncomfortable and slides off the throne, wings flaring aggressively. He probably should be a bit worried about Starscream having a human, but if it keeps him from plotting?

• Squawking at you in a decidedly disgruntled tone, big bird flares up his panels. Offended at what you’d done with his daddy, maybe? Does he know what you two did? Sitting up and wrapping your blanket around yourself, you offer him a smile. “Can we maybe start over? Play nice?” You ask and he hisses at you, croaking like a crow. Alright, then. You decide to take that as a no, though to be fair, you have no idea how smart the drone is. Maybe he’s like a big parrot and he just repeats stuff and there’s not a lot happening in that dumb, bird brain. “You can hate me all you want. Not my fault he’s a total DILF.” And that head tips, a calculating gleam in those optics. He doesn’t know what that means. He can’t.

• Working at his console, he vents as Starscream pulls something from subspace and offers it to the little human he’d perched on his own console. Can hear the Seeker crooning to the human he’s apparently calling ‘Fluffy’ and who appears just resigned as they take the package of food he’s offering them. Spotting him staring, the Seeker’s wings flick before he pointedly turns his attention back to fussing over the beleaguered human. At least they’re keeping him busy, he supposes.

• “DILF. Soundwave total DILF.” Hopping around on the berth, the drone croaks at you. Combining that harsh snarling voice saying Soundwave’s name with your own voice while you chases after him, wrapped in a blanket. “Shut up! Delete that right now!” You demand, aware that you have no way to back up the words. Something big bird seems fully aware of as he evaded your clumsy attempts to catch him. While shouting his new favorite phrase and you swear he’s laughing.

• Returning to his habsuite, he pauses in the doorway to watch you chasing after Lazerbeak as the drone shrieks. “Soundwave total DILF!” And you spot him standing there and stumble to a stop looking absolutely mortified, can feel your horrified embarrassment crashing over him in waves. Head tipping, he hooks a thought in the human information network, because that’s a word he’s not encountered before and you’d called him- ah. “DILF!” Lazerbeak cackles as you put your face in your hands and his tendrils restlessly writhe.

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Sure! Hound and Teebs are both sobering up enough to realize they’ve royally messed up and that kidnapping a little friend just because you’re cripplingly lonely under the premise of ‘protecting them’ whether they want it or not isn’t okay.

It did the weird thing it’s doing lately where I can’t directly reply to this one.

Heavy Boots Pt 3

Hound x Reader

• You’re scared of him. Servos flexing on the datapad in his hands, he watches the way your eyes scan his habsuite. Quiet and shell shocked as you look for a way to escape, one of the blankets he’d given you draped over your shoulders and dragging behind you. And this isn’t what he’d wanted at all. Had wanted a companion. Someone to accompany him on patrols, talk to him about something beyond the war effort. He’d imagined a smiling human, glad to be rescued, happy to explore the green world outside the Ark with him. Not… this. And he’s not sure how to fix it.

• The vents are going to be your best bet, looks like. Can’t really tell from up on his berth, but you think you might be able to squeeze through the slats. Those have to go outside at some point, right? Catching him watching you over the top of his datapad, you turn your attention to the ceiling, pretending you’re just checking the place out not plotting. Vents had worked for Bruce Willis, right? And Hound’s so big, he won’t be able to get to you in there. Could you just walk to wherever your buddy is and get out that way together? Going still when he stands and taps a servo against the berth, you force a smile. “I’ll be back, but anything you want me to find for you?”

• Hates the way you go still and lean away from him like you think he’s a threat, just shaking your head at him and offering him a fake smile. There’s no way for you to get down from his berth, though. And he wants to try to at least make this better. Figure out how to get a real smile from you. Something you might like. A way to begin making amends.

• After he leaves, you walk to the edge and lean out to look down. It’s a long drop, but he’d filled your stupid doggie bed with blankets. Using your teeth and pulling, you begin to tear off strips, making a little pile. Because just staying here to play house pet? Not happening. Knotting the strips together, your heart begins to race. There’s not much space between the bottom edge of his berth, but it’s enough to wedge the end of your crude rope through after knotting the top so it won’t slip through. At least you hope it won’t. Yanking on your rope to check if the knots will hold, you try to convince yourself that it’s just like rappelling down from those stupid climbing walls your last ex had loved. Easy. Sure.

• There’s a greenhouse on the outskirts of the little town he’d found while exploring in his alt mode. Transforming and keeping low, he wedges his fingers under the structure and lifts the whole thing out of the way. Begins picking out potted plants you might like. Things to make his habsuite more welcoming. Has no idea if you even like plants, but he doesn’t have a better idea. Just wants to cheer you up until he can work up the nerve to apologize for, well, everything.

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[revelboo]

Aaaah I love it! 💕 thank you! Poor Soundwave in the back and his expression 🤣 and Star about to commit murder

🎉 you are cordially invited to Lord Megatron's baby sparkling shower 🎉

I had to draw the image that popped into my head immediately after reading @revelboo's most recent chapter (part 114) of Everything Is Alright

hope you like it 😂 this is technically my first transformers fanart ever, what a way to start

[revelboo]

Last night I dreamed about you (not a strange dream)Basically, in my dream, you were famous to the point that all two stories here on Tumblr were physical books/available on Kindle. One day, on my birthday, I received a gift from my friend: The hardcover editions of "give up/give in" and "everything is alright". Man, what a good dream. The covers were SO BEAUTIFUL, glossy and probably the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Like, I woke up sad, because they were so perfect that I wanted them to be real. The last thing I remember doing in the dream was finishing reading both books on the same day because i was so excited!

Anyway, thanks for making me go crazy over Transformers again! I've been following you since the first 'chapters' of Everything is Alright (I think I found your account when you were releasing the 5th or 6th).

Hugs from a Brazilian fan 💗🇧🇷(And sorry for any words I may have misspelled. I'm not very confident about my English writing 🙂)

Haha nooo this stuff is just purely just my bored rambling nonsense. It’s not even beta read or edited really- it’s super rough. I’m glad you like it, though. I hadn’t been active in the fandom in ten years or so myself before I started writing these snippets.

Give Up/Give In Pt 14

Earthspark Megatron x Reader

• Landing, he waits for you to get clear before transforming so he can kneel and offer you his cupped hands. “Where are we?” You ask, settling yourself in his palm as he stands and walks up to the massive, hidden door recessed into the mountainside. And grimacing, he tries to think of a nice way to explain that he doesn’t trust Ghost. That he likes having his own place to recharge where he doesn’t have to constantly worry or look over his shoulder. Not even Optimus knows about this place and he can appreciate that his old friend also hasn’t pried, respecting his privacy. But letting himself in, he’s suddenly painfully aware of how empty the space is.

• “it’s just a place I can escape to for quiet,” he says, but there’s an edge to his tone that makes you think that’s not the whole answer. You don’t push, though, looking around. There’s a berth against a wall. A storage locker, and what might be a shower area in a corner, but it’s spartan and doesn’t really look like a place someone lives in. No photos, no mementos collected over the years. It’s not a home. “It’s not much, is it?” He asks as if reading your mind and you flinch, because what do you know about Cybertronians? Maybe uncluttered and empty is their design aesthetic.

• Wishes he can tell what you’re thinking as you look around. Do you find it lacking and lonely? It’s never mattered to him before, but now it does. Dorothy’s home is full of things. Odds and ends that humans tie memories to. What do you make of his hideaway without those human things? “It’s fine. You’re sure I’m not in the way here?” You ask, looking up at him and his spark warms that you’re worried about imposing on him. Just like you hadn’t wanted to impose on the Malto’s. Pulling the air mattress and blankets Dorothy had let him take from his subspace, he sets it up on a corner of his berth. The box of water and packaged MREs go beside it and he turns to find you watching him.

• “I like the company,” he says, nudging the box with a servo. Is he lonely recharging here alone instead of in the Ghost facility with the Autobots? He’s not given you a lot of details, but you get the impression he doesn’t trust Ghost and that Dorothy isn’t entirely sold on them either even though she works for them. Aware that you don’t have all the information, but okay with that for now since you don’t want to hound him. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want,” he adds, letting you avoid the real world a bit longer. To take the time to get yourself together.

• If you’re here, he can keep an optic on you. Live up to his promise. Knows you’ll want to leave him eventually and go back to your life, but he’s not about to make you until you’re ready. And until then, it’ll be nice to have someone to talk to. Someone that doesn’t only see the monster he’s trying to leave behind. “Thank you,” you say and he reaches out a servo, one corner of his mouth twitching when you lay a hand on it. Because your trust? It means everything and he wants to be worthy of it.

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[revelboo]

Waddling over to ask if we can get a Skids update? I love how he’s been handling his lil human so far

Sure!

Hysteria Pt 3

Skids x Reader

• When he’d tried to put you down on his berth, you’d started shivering and drawn your legs up against yourself to curl into a ball until he’d felt guilty. Now he’s sitting on his berth holding you in one hand, and you’re cocooned in a slightly used cleaning rag he’d found. But you’re sleeping peacefully at least. Mostly. Glancing down when you kick a leg out, he gently tucks the blanket around you again only for you to roll over with a noise. Maybe you just thrash around in your sleep. And maybe you’re having nightmares.

• Has no idea want to do with you, only that he’s not cut out for taking care of you. His own memory so riddled with holes, he gets confused sometimes. Forgets things. He does good to take care of himself some rotations. Cautiously ghosting a servo over your bare arm, he vents. There has to be someone better suited to helping you, because he’s almost positive you need help. That you’re very likely not okay.

• Startling awake, for a moment you’re disoriented and afraid. Then it all comes back as your heart races. That you’ve finally been rescued. That you’re safe. You really hope you’re safe. Head lifting, you stare up at your big rescuer and he freezes upon realizing you’re awake. And his expression is almost afraid as he just stares at you, like he has no idea what to do with you. “You want some food? We, I, have human food.” He cups his other hand around you when you sit up like he thinks you’re about to fall out of his hand. And it’s his uncertainty more than anything else that puts you at ease.

• “Sure,” you say, stretching in his hand. Sliding off his berth, he turns in a circle with you cupped in his hands before bending to allow you to slide onto the berth. Watches you adjust the blanket around yourself as he heads to the little box of water and nutrient bars Ratchet had sent him. Carrying it over, he sets it down and nudges it your way. And you make a little, amused sound before you dig out a bar and smell of it, taking a little bite and making a face. “Oh, that’s not good.”

• “Sorry,” he mutters, looking unhappy and you make yourself eat another bite. It’s about on par with gnawing on cardboard, but it’s still better than the raw, bloody meat chunks the last aliens had fed you. Compared to that stuff, the tasteless, gritty bars are gourmet. Head lifting when he retrieves a handful of tiny glowing cubes and pops one in his mouth, you’re aware of the way he’s studying you. “You can talk to me. If you want to. You know, about what happened.” Going still as your heart constricts, you just shake your head and you’re thankful that he lets it go, doesn’t pry. Because you just want to forget. Pretend it all away.

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