#Transformers x reader

[ghoulishconey]

Look what bee found! A new friend? Lover? Who knows? Elita isn't happy with it, though.

Another little art piece based on a fanfic called "The Coma Kid" by @revelboo

Wonder who else I should do. 🤭

[theartofwoompwoomp]

Y’all ever think the bots feel cuteness aggression towards humans

I dunno, i can just see them seeing us stretch or eating and them feeling the urge to give us a big squish.

Like Megatron or Skywarp would just lay their servo on top of you slowly trapping you between the floor and just finding it amusing as you grunt and complain about being squished.

Or if like knockout or bumblebee is taking you out for a drive, it can go two ways. Number one they will start driving a bit reckless but never to the point you’re straight up shaking. Just enough for you to get a bit scared at first, but then having fun after the initial shock. 

There’s just something about being able to keep you on your toes that makes everything worth it.

Number two it’s just a normal drive until it’s abruptly interrupted by them braking and almost serving out of control. This is mainly caused from over sensitivity.

Kinda like the i can’t sit still for too long but i have to and then exploding from energy.

And if you’re a bit on the softer side they’ll absolutely adore you more than normal. Like, hello,extra.warmth.Absolutely. You’re staying on their lap for as long as they can hold ya.

Heck, Jazz could be working and you pass along just minding your own business, when this guy just snatches you from the ground to give you a tight hug and smother you in an instant then putting you down before you could finish processing the whole ordeal and when you look up he’s back working as if nothing happened. 

Anyway we need more cuteness aggression in fics 

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[muletia]

𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

inspired by 'if not for you' by george harrison

[tfp] obsessed!optimus prime x human!reader

summary: after winning the war, optimus found his safe haven. with you.

cw: fluff, pinch of angst, obsessive thoughts, i may have romanticized his obsession a bit... self-indulgence, canon divergence - optimus gets his happy ending :))

word count: 1200

an: i'm returning to my roots of tormenting down bad optimus. this fic can be treated as the yang to my previous piece about his dream and as the good ending to the whole obsessed!optimus arc.

Once, a fire burned within his body. It consumed every conduit, reached every metallic tissue. The blaze wrought devastation, destroying and leaving behind necrosis until it consumed him entirely, mercilessly incinerating the remnants of optimism, the hope that he might live to see a better tomorrow. He burned out; the flame hollowed him from within and left behind only a shell. Deep within his spark, however, an ember still flickered—a reminder that he could not surrender, that he must endure to the end and serve his own, for that was the role he had chosen those ages ago. He could not capitulate. He would not.

And then, you appeared. A tiny spark that reignited the fire. This one was fiercer and more painful, but within it lay the beauty of caring for someone, loving their flaws and imperfections, lending strength when it was most needed. You gave him enough of it to end the conflict once and for all. Optimus had long lost hope for a better tomorrow for himself. But for yours, he was willing to do absolutely anything. To ensure your well-being, reshape the future so you would no longer have to live in fear for your home. He did not factor himself into it; he knew the sacrifice required to bring an end to a war that had escalated to an interplanetary scale. He could only dream, nourishing his imagination with visions he would never behold.

At least, that was what he once believed.

The wind gently brushes against his armor, and the spring sun envelops him with warmth. Far from civilization, no sounds of haste or petty conflicts reach him. It is only him and your garden—the flora that continously surprises him with something new. Colors, shapes of flowers, bloom schedules. Simple organisms, mundane and primitive, yet he saw beauty in them. Their simplicity fascinated him, as it was the complete opposite of Cybertron and its inhabitants. But what captivated him most was their will to live—their resilience, the extent of suffering they could endure before yielding, before giving up. He drew inspiration from them, for he, too, wished to live. Now, yes. For you.

He knows you will return soon; your weekly schedule is deeply etched into his processor. But until then, he does not know what to do with himself. He always spends his time waiting for you, for the moment your vehicle rolls into the garage, for it is only then that he begins to truly live. In your company, surrounded by conversation, your kindness, and an affection impossible to replicate. Everything he does in your absence is merely to kill time, to hasten your return, to occupy his processor and stave off madness without you. Sometimes, he manages, especially when a former teammate visits. But there are days when all he can do is meditate beneath the tree closest to the driveway, waiting for you. Thinking about what you will do together when you return, what news from work you will share with him, and how he might bring you joy today. Without you, he is lost. The self-sufficiency built over so many years suddenly crumbles, revealing an uncertain, astray being entirely dependent on his conjunx.

Today is no exception to the routine. No one has visited. Optimus remains alone with his thoughts, which, for several years now, have been recalibrated to revolve solely around you. Once, they fed the fire he had to vigilantly tend, for he easily lost control over it, and it burned him alive. Now, it envelops him in a pleasant warmth, more soothing than the sun’s radiance. More comforting and tender. It brings him solace and peace, though it still fuels an unhealthy devotion. No longer destructive, but still imbued with a fiery passion, greater than Primus himself.

Sometimes, he misses Cybertron. Guilt over abandoning the search for a way home gnaws at him when he is not entirely focused on you. He knows the others still strive to find a solution. Occasionally, they invite him on missions—living fossils of his former life—but Optimus ceased aiding them for his own interest long ago. He does not wish to return. He could not bear to leave you, to forsake the life you have painstakingly woven together. He might as well perish if it meant never seeing you again.

A sound pulls him back to reality—the scratch of tires on a gravel road. You are still distant; he will see you in precisely four minutes and twenty-six seconds, but a subtle smile already creeps onto his faceplate. This is the exact moment he has awaited half the day, yet even now, his composure cracks, revealing his excitement. He wishes to greet you. Now. Immediately.

He mass-shifts, preparing for your return. He would prefer to drive you himself, but you insisted on not taking advantage of him—a decision he never fully understood. Had he not made it abundantly clear that he would do anything for you? That he was at your every beck and call, ready to please and serve? Yet, to his misfortune, it was a harmless decision, one you had every right to make, and he was never the confrontational type.

He watches as you park and step out of the car, holding shopping bags, which he immediately takes from you.

"Greetings, my dearest," he says.

"Hello, love!" you reply. You want to add something else, perhaps to start recounting your day, but he must interrupt you.

His servo cradles your face, fitting its contours perfectly, as if you truly were made for one another. He lowers his helm to your face and kisses you. First the edge of your lips, then your cheek and jaw, steadily trailing down to your neck.

Once, he feared touch, terrified of its power, of how quickly and completely it consumed him. How much he craved, and how little he possessed. Each time, he waited for your permission, for you to dictate what he could and could not do, lest he accidentally hurt you. Destroy the relationship that sustained his wretched life, shattering the trust you had placed in him. And though similar moments remain a near-daily occurrence in your relationship, they have migrated to other spaces, to intimate places. In other circumstances, he has relaxed the self-imposed rigor, dictating for himself when he could, when he should, and when he wanted.

“Not wasting any time today, are you?” you laugh.

Even he is unsure of what overcame him. He usually waits until you both calmly return home to prove how much he has missed you. Today, he cannot wait. The sight of you breaks him, making him acutely aware of his yearning, which he must somehow release before it consumes him entirely.

You are addictive.

"Opti, not here," you chide.

He stops immediately, though the taste of your skin lingers on his glossa, teasing him to continue his advances. It unsettles his processor as it invigorates his frame.

"I missed you," he says, syncing his stride with yours.

“I missed you too,” you reply, smiling in a way that infects him with the same expression.

He needed this. Simplicity, a place he could call home. You. For without you, there would be no new day, no spring, and the universe would become empty. Soulless and cold.

[revelboo]

Hey! Hi! Absolutely love your writing so much! I look forward to everything you post, and appreciate what you do a lot!! I’ve definitely come to appreciate and learn more about transformers cause of you!

Really just wanted to show my gratitude :]]]

Oh, and look what I’ve done to poor Megs

Thank you! Honestly, giant Roddy is probably his worst fear, because he can be so much more annoying

Everything Is Alright Pt 89

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

• Venting tiredly as he walks past Thundercracker in the hall, for a second Megatron can swear the other Seeker has the scent of human clinging to him, too. Must just be his imagination, though. Starscream? It’s not like he’d not realized the Seeker was a bit of a freak, but xenophilia? Fragging an organic alien? Maybe. Running a hand over his helm, he grimaces. Maybe it’s the size difference? The Seeker getting off on being bigger than a partner. But Soundwave? Both of them together when he’d been sure they hated each other? Surely, it’s not what it had looked like. Because seeing that interaction had left him with so many more questions. Two of his commanding officers can’t be deviants. Surely not. There’s a morbid sort of curiosity despite himself to figure it out, though.

• Trying to get yourself back in control as the panic attack shakes you, it’s their hands on you that ground you. Calm you. You’d known you’d been gone a long time, the guy who’d driven you home that night Star had tried to abandon you had said as much. Not realizing the actual time lost, but knowing it was long enough for everyone to have just assumed you were dead. Most of your family is on the other coast, you’d never been super close and it’s been a long time since you’d gone home to visit. Someone would have contacted them, though. Told them you were missing. Had that guy told the cops he’d taken you home? That you’d been found alive? Had they gone looking and found you gone again? Had your family been told, getting their hopes up only to have them dashed? Because you’ve been so wrapped up in yourself and Star and Soundwave that you’d barely thought of your family.

• Helm nudging the side of your head as you start to calm, Soundwave slides a hand under your shirt, surfing his palm against you to strengthen that connection. To try and understand what he’d done to hurt you. Feels that guilt twisting inside you, hurting. “I’m awful,” you whisper. “I didn’t really even think about them. At all.” Servos tightening on you, he retracts his mask and presses his mouth against your throat. Deepening that connection, but also because he needs to. Trying to comfort you with his touch.

• “Who?” Star growls, hands cupping your face, unsettled by those teary eyes as he runs a servo against your cheek. Are you talking about that other human? Grieving the stranger he’d seen in photos in your home? Whose belongings had been scattered among your own. Your breath mingles with his intakes as he tries to ignore Soundwave draped against your back. Hating the other mech still, wanting to lash out, but resisting so you don’t get more upset. Do you miss that other human? Regret bonding to him? Miss your freedom and that other life?

• Star’s lips brush yours, not a kiss just sharing the same breath. His tone was a demand, but his hands are gentle on you. Surprisingly patient when you know it’s not his strong suit. “I’ve been with you for months,” you say, not sure if he’ll understand. Or care. While he’s shown you time and again that he cares about you, you’re pretty sure it’s only you. Anything you adjacent, Soundwave, your family, he doesn’t seem to care about. He’s never even asked about your family, but you haven’t asked about his, either. You really are awful. Both of you. Wanting to ask if you can go home. Get your phone and at least call them to let them know you’re okay, but afraid that Star will refuse. “Everyone must think I’m dead.”

• Head lifting to glare at Star as the Seeker’s wings droop as if relieved that’s what’s wrong, Soundwave rumbles softly until the SIC looks at him. Sees Star curl a lip slightly, still furious with him and seeing him as a threat and a traitor. Surely, he’s not so dense as to not realize that he needs to say something. Even if it’s just to commiserate with your misery. Knowing the mech is selfish, but realizing how selfish is infuriating. Because anyone around you that’s not him is a threat, endangering you and his hold on you. That if not for Soundwave hearing you and finally investigating, the Seeker would have fully isolated you to ensure you can only look to him, only trust him. Only need him. “Can arrange for you to speak with them,” he says, watching Star tense at his words. He can arrange it so the communication can’t be traced back to their location. There’ll be no danger and you need this. Even if it’s saying goodbye, you need closure and he’s going to make sure you get anything you need. Despite Starscream.

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[in1-nutshell]

HEY HELLO‼️ SO hopefully, you'll get around to doing this before it gets deleted, but i was wondering if u could do Tfp Human buddy getting kicked out of their house and with no where else to go they decide on walking to the autobots base but obviously that'd be dangerous since it's basically in a desert and I'd like to see how youd go around it‼️ I can't wait to see what u come up with, it'd be like a birthday present cuz today's my birthday‼️ 🎉

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

Wishing you had a great day today!!! Hope this is a good gift for you!!!

Hope you enjoy!

Team Prime react to Human Buddy getting kicked out

SFW, Platonic, Angst, Human reader

TFP

It was late night when it happened.

The team had just finished dropping off the kids and had just finished their nightly patrols.

It was time to turn in for the night.

Ratchet was the one who noticed something strange on one of the larger scanners outside the base.

One of the kid’s phones, Buddy’s specifically, was slowly heading to the base.

Ratchet alerted Prime on this.

Optimus decided to investigate this himself and drove out of the base.

A couple of minutes passed before Optimus pulled in, transforming while cupping a sleeping Buddy in his servos.

Everyone was rightfully worried about the human doing so far out in the desert at night alone.

Optimus gently placed them on the battered sofa.

They didn’t move at all.

Optimus told the rest of the team that Buddy had told him that they had a fight with their parents that ended up with them getting kicked out of the house, something that happened a bit from time to time.

The best the bots could do now was give them a place to rest.

Optimus

The Prime could not believe that someone, much less a parent, could do this to their child.

He wants to know why they even fathomed doing that to their child.

When Optimus pulled up besides Buddy, he could already tell that they were exhausted from their miles walk from their home.

It did not take a lot to get them inside his cabin.

Even less to get them to open up about what happened.

It hurt him to see them look so defeated and too tired.

He gently turns on the radio on a soft station and watches them fall asleep.

When they wake up the next morning, he takes them to Ratchet to make sure that they are okay.

 Optimus tells them that if they ever got kicked out again, to just call one of them and so they could get to the base safe.

Optimus: “If you ever need a place to stay, a home if you will, the base will always greet you with open arms. Never think for a second you are alone and a burden. You are our friend, part of our family, we will always be there for you.”

Ratchet

The chief medic is furious when he finds out why Buddy was outside at this hour.

He wishes he could do more for the human other than scan for any superficial injuries.

Ratchet makes sure to leave a water bottle, an apple and a blanket with them.

Makes it a habit to make regular scans to make sure that Buddy was doing okay.

Gets the least amount of sleep from the bots besides Optimus.

When Buddy does wake up, he makes sure that they are actually okay.

He might not know too much on human medicine, but he isn’t going to sit there and not try.

Eventually, does consult with June to see if he missed anything on his check up.

In which June is just as furious as he is when she finds out that Buddy was kicked out.

June and Jack make it very clear to Buddy that their house would always welcome them if their parents pulled a stunt like this again.

Ratchet does mention to Buddy that they could have just called and someone would have came to get them.

Makes sure to have a little list of what needs to be restocked and needs in case Buddy needs to stay at the base again.

Ratchet: “Make sure you have an extra tube of paste in your bag—no I don’t know what its called—Toothpaste?! Its made of teeth!?” Ratchet starts making a mental note to ask June what in the world was in the paste.

Arcee

Arcee wants to beat someone up so bad but can’t.

How dare they do this to Buddy!?

Feels like she should have checked in with Buddy and the other kids before heading back to base.

Secretly fixes Buddy’s blanket from time to time when its her turn to watch.

Next morning after she gets Jack back to the base, Arcee watches over Buddy like a hawk.

Is happy to know that the Darby’s also have Buddy’s back in case their parents do this again.

Does casually mention that she would personally get them to the base if another fight broke out at their home.

She updates June on Buddy throughout the day.

Arcee: “… You want to ride around for a while? It’s a nice day outside, perfect driving conditions too. Just make sure Jack hands you the helmet before we go.”

Bulkhead

Actually broke something in a fit of rage.

Ratchet is not happy that he has to fix another tool.

Is surprised that Buddy didn’t even wake up to the sound of something breaking.

It makes Bulkhead even sadder to know that they were this exhausted.

Gently strokes Buddy’s back for a bit before watching over them.

Next morning Bulkhead goes to pick up Miko and tells her what happened.

He is once again reminded that the Fury of Miko is not something he wants to be at the opposite end of.

The Wrecker does ask Buddy how they are doing once he gets back to base.

Miko already lets Buddy know that they can crash at her place when something like this happens or let her know to tell Bulkhead to pick them up.

Bulkhead also lets Buddy know that they can always call him whenever.

Now makes it a habit of going by Buddy’s place before leaving.

Bulkhead: “Miko and I are going Dune bashing in a few minutes, you wanna come? Its okay if you don’t wanna. I think Bee is having a movie marathon with Raf in case your interested.”

Bumblebee

Just as upset as everyone else, but is a bit more concerned about Buddy right now.

He knows humans are supposed to sleep a certain amount of hours, how would this affect Buddy.

It unsettles him how deep asleep they are.

Throws a couple more blankets on Buddy and watches them for a while.

When Bumblebee goes to pick up Raf the next morning, he mentions what happened with Buddy.

Raf is just as worried as he was asking if they were okay.

Once they get to the base, Bumblebee pats Buddy’s head gently when they wake up.

Idly waits for them to get the green light from Ratchet.

He helps out Raf make a card for them.

It is also the day he learns that humans can cry out of happiness and sadness at the same time.

Mentions that if they need a place to sleep to call literally anyone on the team and they would come and get them.

Buddy gets more head pats than usual for the next couple of days.

Bumblebee: “Beep bop boop bep bop bop. (Raf and I are going to be watching some movies after the racing tournament, you want to join in? You can have first picks!”

Concern Prime noises seeing Buddy alone at night.

[fandom-lover2]

Our Shadows Never Leave Us

Optimus has a nightmare that triggers some insecurities. You are there to help him through it.

Word Count - 2614

The Cybertronian stalked toward the other that lay broken on the floor, gun at the ready.

The injured bot was leaking Energon, large amounts from his chestplates. His frame was dented in so many places from the previous attacks it was surprising he could still move.

Megatron laughed, his entire body shaking from the action.

Optimus clenched his fist. Even now, after all these years of fighting, Megatron still found joy in pain. Where had his friend gone? Where was the Megatronus who wanted to free the people of Cybertron from oppression? Why was he forced to face his own brother for the good of the universe?

He was so tired; tired of fighting, tired of losing comrades, tired of never knowing if peace was a possibility. Most of all, he was tired of allowing his morals to get in the way of him doing what was necessary to ensure the safety of those he cared for. This would be the last time.

Taking aim, Optimus stared down at the Decepticon leader. This was how the battle would end, with Optimus the victor and Megatron finally being laid to rest.

Memories of the time the two had shared flashed through Optimus’ processor but he pushed them aside. This wasn’t the time for regret or second guessing, Optimus needed to be a soldier.

Megatron lifted his shaking helm and smirked up at Optimus. “Do it.” he challenged.

Optimus couldn’t move.

This was his friend, his mentor. How could he easily pull the trigger when the eyes looking up at him were so familiar? Why did this have to be so hard?

If the roles were reversed Megatron would not hesitate.

But it wasn’t just that his target was Megatron, it was that he wasn’t fighting back. He had no weapon in his servo and was clearly in no shape to fight back. But he was still the enemy.

“Do it Optimus.” Megatron spoke again, spitting Energon onto the ground. “Be the hero everyone expects you to be.”

Optimus stayed frozen, looking down at his former ally. All this fighting and what had it amounted to? The loss of their home and the death of millions of innocents.

Was Megatron truly the enemy here?

Optimus was the one who fought against the Decepticons, he led the rebellion against Megatron. The destruction of Cybertron was his fault. He was the one who carried this war, who was responsible for all the death. But after all he had done, could he bring himself to kill Megatron?

Or was he the one deserving of death?

“Oh look,”

Optimus’ attention was brought back to Megatron, but the latter was focused on something behind Optimus.

“We have an audience.”

Optimus followed Megatron’s gaze and his spark dropped.

You stood on a ledge at the end of the cave, eyes wide. “Optimus?” you whispered out. “What are you doing?”

No. You couldn’t see him like this. Anyone but you.

“Y/n, you need to leave.”

Your gaze dropped to the beaten Megatron, tears rimming your eyes.

“What did you do?”

“Y/n, leave! Now!”

“Well, isn’t that a shame.” Megatron began, still on all fours.

Optimus turned to the Warlord and glared.

“So, the great hero’s most prized pet sees his dark side. It gets to see how un-pure its master is. How tragic.”

Optimus turned back. You looked up at him in fear, shaking your head as a tear slid down your cheek. “LittleStar please…”

Your eyes stayed locked on his as disbelief kept you in place.

Optimus watched you carefully. He needed to explain, needed to get you away from this.

Your eyes left his and you gasped, eyes widening. Optimus turned in time to see Megaton lunge at you.

Reacting before he could think, he shot blindly. Instinct to protect you had overridden his previous thoughts.

The next moments were silent, Megatron’s claw just about to wrap around your delicate body. Then his knees gave out. Collapsing onto his back, Optimus got a clear view of the hole he’d made in Megatron’s chest plate.

Megatron gave out a weak laugh before turning to the leader of the Autobots. “You lose.” Then, his menacing red eyes faded to black, lifeless orbs.

Optimus stared down at the body of his fallen brother.

He’d done that. He’d killed an unarmed being.

But he wasn’t unarmed, he was a threat to you.

He could of, planned to, hurt you and therefore what Optimus did wasn’t murder, it was defense.

Shifting his gaze up to you, his spark clenched in his chassis.

You were shaking, silent tears falling as you watched your guardian in horror. Optimus had shot straight through Megatron’s chest, meaning the wound would’ve opened on his front which was closest to you.

Droplets of Energon were splattered on the wall behind you while one patch seeped into your shirt and another rolled down your cheek.

Optimus moved slowly, turning his gun back into a servo and retracting his mouth guard. “Y/n, are you ok?”

You remained frozen, bottom lip trembling. Optimus took a step toward you, then another.

On the fourth step you reacted. Moving backward, you stumbled over a rock and landed on your backside. That didn’t stop you though. You kept scrambling backward till your body was pressed against the cave wall.

“Y/n, please.” Optimus called, having stopped moving toward you and now holding his servo out to you.

You continued to look at him in fear before saying three simple words that shattered your guardian’s spark. “You’re a monster.”

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Optimus sat up in his berth, optics desperately taking in his surroundings.

This place was dark but not as irregularly shaped as the cave. This was his berthroom, with his desk in the corner and berth in the center of the converted hanger.

He was at base, and had been in recharge. It had all just been a dream. A bad dream at that, but still a dream none the less.

Lying back down on his berth, Optimus found that recharge did not come easily to him. The whole time he lay on the hard metal, his processor spun.

Was it really a dream? Had he really killed Megatron?

No, he doesn’t remember how got to the cave, only that he was there and Megatron had been previously injured. That was characteristic of a dream. So that meant it wasn’t real, and more importantly that you were likely not afraid of him… but what if you were?

You and Optimus had never really breached the subject of what he did during his encounters with the Decepticons. Was it possible that you actually did fear him?

He was much bigger than you in height and could easily harm you without realizing it, though he did try to ensure he did not. Was there a chance a small, well hidden part of you feared him? And what if he really did kill an unarmed Megatron and you witnessed the incident, would you hate him?

Could he even kill Megatron in real life?

If your life was on the line, could he, with outmost certainty, say he would kill Megatron for you? Could he kill any unarmed Cybertronian for you? What if it was a member of his team? Would he be able to harm his own family to ensure your safety? And what if it was a human? The team knew M.E.C.H was not afraid to pull the human comrades into the fight so what if they got you? Could he break his promise to never harm a human to keep you safe?

These thoughts went on and on until Optimus felt like he would snap. Once again rising from his berth, he left his room and began walking toward the control station.

If he was awake then he could go look for Energon. Supplies had been dropping and a long drive under the starry sky would help clear his mind.

Stepping out of the corridor, he froze. You sat at the human station, typing away on your laptop while occasionally looking up at the scanners. It was still a few hours before the sun rose so why were you up?

The previous flurry of thoughts Optimus had fought to control came rushing back, this time with vengeance and caused his spark pulses to increase dramatically.

What if it wasn’t a dream after all? What if he had been put into a forced recharge because he’d harmed you? Were you afraid of him?

If you were, what could he do? He’d never want you to be afraid of him. He needed you by his side. What-

“Hey.”

Your voice startled him and he jumped, fixing you with a surprised expression.

“You ok?” you asked, having turned in your seat to see him.

He continued to stare at you, hoping you’d shown any signs he could read. Should he back away slowly, or approach?

“Optimus, are you ok?” You pulled his from his thoughts once again.

“I am… unsure.” he answered truthfully.

You frowned and moved away from the desk, using the catwalks to go stand before him. “Well what’s wrong? Wanna talk about it?”

He looked down at your concerned face and felt his frame relax. It had all been a dream.

“Not now LittleStar, you need rest. Why are you awake at such an hour?” he tried to evade the question.

“Ratchet was refusing to recharge unless someone was here to keep an eye on things. I couldn’t sleep so came here to catch up on work and eventually managed to convince him to go recharge.”

Optimus nodded at your answer, noting how red your eyes were. “Well, I do believe some rest will do you good as well. I will monitor controls till Ratchet awakens.”

You raised your brow. It was obvious something wasn’t right with him. “Well I’m not tired so we can do it together.”

Optimus was about to protest when the soft patter of human feet made you both turn. Miko came barreling down the hallway, charging up the stairs that lead to the human rec. area. Her hair was untied and messy, a blanket wrapped around her sleep wear clad body and bare feet.

Bulkhead came stumbling after her a few moments later, obviously still in a recharge state.

“Why are you awake at 3am?” you asked, watching Miko in disbelief as she turned on the TV.

“Monster Truck rally in Belgium.” was her simple answer as she settled herself on the couch.

You frowned at the younger girl, then your expression shifted to one of thought. “Hey Bulk,” you addressed the green bot.

“Yeah?” he slurred out, optics still blinking into activation.

“Can you keep an eye on the scanners? Optimus and I are gonna go Energon Scouting.”

Bulkhead nodded in understanding, moving so he could get a view of both screens.

“Thanks.”

“Ohh, after dark mission. Sounds awesome!” Miko cheered.

“More like just before sunrise and it’s not a mission. Keep it down, the others are sleeping.”

“Yes mom.” the girl shot back.

“I’m serious Miko, no shouting. If you really need to make a noise do it into a pillow.”

“Ok, ok. No loud noises.” she promised.

“Good. We’ll be back later.”

Grabbing a spare blanket from the armchair, you descended the stairs and waited for Optimus to transform.

This really was the last thing Optimus wanted to do, but one look at your awaiting expression confirmed you weren’t going to let him decline company.

Mentally sighing, the leader shifted down to his alt mode and opened his driver’s door. Waiting till you were comfortable, Optimus made his way toward the base entrance and out into the brisk Nevada landscape.  

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“You gonna tell me what’s up?”

Optimus had hoped you had fallen asleep.

After leaving the base in his rearviews, Optimus had found an overlook to park at, idling his engine and silently looking up at the stars in the intention of you being lulled to sleep and therefore he could avoid this conversation.

“Just a bad dream.” He tried to end the conversation. Why did you have to be so intuitive?

“About who?” you pressed on.

Why did you know it was a who and not a what? Optimus did not appreciate this unfair advantage you seemed to have of being able to read him so easily.

“About Megatron and all I have done.” Optimus finally confessed. There was no point in dragging out the conversation any more than that. You were a level-headed person. You took things as they were. A drawn out tale would just waste your time to rest.

You remained silent for a while, and Optimus did not know if he was grateful for that or not. On one hand, less conversation was appreciated. On the other, he was hoping you might have had some input about his predicament. Afterall, he had come to rely on your advice from time to time.

“You stood up for what you believed in when you saw Megatron had lost his way. That doesn’t make you an enemy.”

Optimus felt himself jolt at your words, his spark missing a pulse.

How? How did you know that was what was going on in his processor? How could you have possibly known that was what he was feeling?

“The Autobots chose to follow you because they believed in your ideology. They knew what war meant and they still chose to fight beside you.” you continued, speaking as if you were merely describing the weather.

“You have a soul, you’re gonna feel things. Gonna feel like you made mistakes, question your choices from the past. Feel them. It’s normal to have regret, and guilt, but allowing yourself to go down the path of ‘what ifs’ only distances you further from the present.” you continued after a long silence. “You can’t get lost in that. The pain from the past is already too much. And you don’t know what tomorrow holds, what new decisions you will make. What opportunities will come along, what choices you will face.”

You shifted in his front seat, moving to place a hand on his dash.

“Feel the pain, feel the rage, feel the horror and the loss, but keep moving forward. There is nothing you can do it change it, so find a way through it.”

You leaned back again.

“Lean on us Optimus, your team, your friends. Talk to us, let us help you. No one in that base feels a shred of malice towards you for what happened. They choose to still stand by your side, to follow your orders and turn to you for guidance. Let them support you as you do them. You are not alone Optimus.”

Optimus remained silent. What was there for him to say? How could he say what he wanted to without breaking down?

You were right though, something needed to change. Optimus needed to let go.

And so, he took a deep vent, and began.

You sat silently in his cab, watching the stars move across the sky, the twilight grace the sky just before dawn, and then the sun rise and begin it’s journey across the sky.

You listened, ignored the obvious catch in his voice when the emotions became too much, and waited when the stories ended. You were silent as he unloaded all this fears, from the past and what still haunted him, about what he would need to do to end this war.

And when Optimus was ready, when the cold, dead servos of grief and hopelessness finally loosened their hold on his spark, you were right there beside him to return back to the present.

[axel-artis]

YAPIII!

Woofwoof–

I've been wanting to draw this for ages.

[transformers-spike]

Helloo, I'm wondering if you can do a sh comfort with any character from tfp plz :3

From the ☣️ annon

Went for Starscream because I know his brand of comfort is... questionable but entertaining to write - also (sfw)

You’re in trouble. Big fucking trouble. You can stay in your little lab all you want, fiddling with genetic samples with the grace of a high schooler dissecting a frog, lacking your usual precision. Yes, you got yourself into it. No, your past self refuses to apologize to the current you. And while you may understand what pushed the old you to make this decision a week ago, personal growth isn’t going to do shit after the stunt you’ve pulled. Starscream is your abductor, yes, but he’s also your “guardian” so to speak; the Decepticon responsible for your continued wellbeing. This has not stopped him from threatening your life back when you were being “rescued” from your old job, but there’s no use dwelling on it. The point is, there’s a degree of mutual trust between the two of you. In exchange for a wide variety of resources and access to actual alien technology, you’ve been hard at work handling projects he’s tossed your way. You pride yourself in it, because who wouldn’t after spending decades perfecting their craft? Or getting into a ludicrous amount of student debt… Your stint with the government was, admittedly, your lowest point; MK-Ultra 2.0 type experiments you only agreed to as a morally and financially bankrupt newcomer with a grudge against society as a whole after working half a decade in retail. To say you regret it is to put it lightly. At the very least the Decepticons are honest about their intentions, no “protecting the people” rhetoric; if they’re going to cyberform the Earth then you’ll be there with your bucket of popcorn watching it all unfold. Although, past you wasn’t quite as eager. Guilt racked your brain, tormented you well into the night, reminded you every waking moment you could only be an instrument in someone else’s plan, a pawn that would unquestionably follow its master even if it meant digging its own grave. Yes, you’re doing better now (you think), and you were concealing the secret just fine until you misjudged the boiling point of an experimental concoction and got a face-full of glass. It could have been worse, you had shielded yourself with your arms, earning only a couple scars on your face (and a frightening amount on your arms). That’s when Knock Out came in. Oh Knock Out. You cunt . Of course he was being too kind; it wasn’t from the chunks of glass he was removing with a pair of forceps, nor the tears of pain running down your face (you honestly expected him to go “Ew” and toss a blanket over your head so he wouldn’t have to look). It’s because he had seen the week-old cut along your arm. He didn’t make a fuss, didn’t point it out, didn’t so much as pause while treating you. Oh no – he sent you a message first thing in the morning informing you he relayed the extra detail to Starscream and sent you the Cybertronian equivalent of a shrug emoji. Your first reaction was to threaten his life through text, which he responded to with an eyeroll.

This leaves you here, waiting at your post, counting down the seconds to doomsday, hands shaking cursing yourself for spilling the (thankfully non-corrosive) substance down the beaker. You try to seem casual when the door opens up. You try to steady your breathing when you feel his footsteps. You try to put down the beaker and greet him – which drops and shatters. Staring down at your work, mouth agape, you don’t have the strength to look him in the optic after three major blunders in under 24 hours. Although it’s hard to avoid his gaze when he commands your attention with his presence alone. “Hey,” you say, sweating profusely. “Nice day we’re having. Out here in space, I mean.” His expression is one of exasperated frustration. “Oh don’t patronize me.” He scoops you up like a naughty kitten, glaring daggers at you. “Show me,” he orders. You cradle your arm to your chest. “But, Knock Out bandaged it yesterday-” “Are you trying to waste my time?” You hang your head low and undo the wrappings at a snail’s pace, desperately stalling, praying for anything to intervene and pull Starscream away so you can scramble under your desk and hyperventilate in peace. But your boss doesn’t have time to waste. He groans dramatically before plucking your arm and tearing through the bandages in one clean cut of his talon. “I swear it’s not that bad,” you say, the antithesis of convincing, cringing inside as he observes the scars in eerie silence. The expression he wears is unreadable. His optics drag from your arm to your face. You swallow. “It’s just a scratch-” “No,” he cuts you off, voice bursting with anger. “Do you take me for a fool?” “Wait I didn’t mean it that way-” “Shut up.” He glowers down at you, claws tightening around your arm. “I will remind you, human, that you are an investment . And I won’t have my investments break of their own volition. So tell me,” he drags you closer, sending a sudden burst of pain which you dare not show, “ why would you do it?”

“I… I don’t… I don’t know how to explain,” you whisper. He scoffs and rolls his optics. “Is it so difficult to collaborate? If you won’t tell me, then I can’t help you.” The words ring in your ears. You go weak in the knees. “Help me?” you echo, incredulity heavy on your tongue. He flashes you a look of utter confusion. “What? Did you think I would punish you? Oh, please , it’s not my modus operandi. I have a more refined manner of supervising my subordinates compared to… I’m sure you can guess whom. Now stop wasting my time, and tell me why .”

“Uh… it’s a long story,” you babble, still reeling from his words. “Then shorten it, I don’t have all cycle.”

“I’ve been plagued with some… pretty horrendous thoughts at night, among,” you vaguely gesture at your makeshift lab, “the stress of deadlines.” He contemplates you, arching an optical ridge. It feels… strangely human compared to the apathetic stares of your old bosses. You’re a number here just the same, except it will be significantly more difficult to replace you. “I can’t change the deadlines,” he starts in an oddly soft tone, scrutinizing your reaction. “However, I can procure the proper medication to avoid another incident. .” You flash him a bewildered look. “Antidepressants?” you ask incredulously. “I was referring to something along the lines of ambien or adderall.” He releases your arm and taps his chin. “Perhaps both considering your current state.”

“Oh…” You blink. “I didn’t expect you to know this much about human pharmaceuticals.”

He scoffs again, putting an offended servo to his chassis. “Unlike us, you humans are exceptionally fragile, mentally and physiologically. I had anticipated some manner of a breakdown, although not this severe.” “So am I forgiven?” you ask, a mild attempt at sarcasm to clear the ambiance. It earns you a glare. “No,” he declares unsurprisingly. “I will be confiscating the hazardous materials.” You cock an eyebrow and point at the glass vials behind you, two of which are very obviously missing from the rack (and one whose pieces are mostly dislodged from your arm). He ex-vents loudly, slapping a servo to his face. “I was referring to the sharp instruments in your possession.” His voice is muffled. “Fair enough,” you say. “And B09F will be dispensing your medication.” “A bit excessive. But sure.” He scowls at you between his digits. He seems… terribly overworked. Cybertronians don’t have eyebags, but you swear there are dark lines under his optics. You clear your throat and avoid eye contact. “Thank you. I appreciate it quite a bit. You’re much better than my previous employer.” Said previous employer orchestrate your kidnapping and made you work towards humanity’s downfall with a blaster to your head. This, you leave out completely. He freezes for a split second. Slowly, he removes his servo to contemplate you better. “Odd,” he remarks. “I thought humanity would treat you better as one of their own.” A smile spreads across his face. “No matter. At least someone can appreciate the effort I put into running a tight ship.” You return his smile in spades. “I’m sure I’m not the only one.” “Flattery won’t work on me,” he scoffs. A moment passes by. He opens up an optic like a dog waiting to be pet. “Well?” he urges. “Uh… I’m sure others admire you just as much as I? You’re… the best commander on the ship? You’re the most competent person I know?... You’re a better father than my dad ever was?” His optics snap open. “Are you comparing me to your genetic progenitor?” “To an extent? In the sense that you’re a better mentor and guardian than mine ever was.”

He squints at you. “You humans are terrible towards your own kind. Although I suppose I should accept your compliment.” His wings flick in a show of… begrudging content. “Now, take the rest of the day off.” You beam up at him. “With the condition you’re bound to your quarters.” You look down in disappointment. “Fine, you can roam around the perimeter as long as B09F chaperons you.” “Sure thing dad,” you say in an attempt at humor. He furrows his optical ridge. “If you start calling me "daddy" I'm tossing you out the airlock.”

[drabbletron]

Swerve is the kind of person to talk to you all day long via the comms system. If you have a phone, you can bet that he would be on speaker at your desk or while you perform work tasks, just yabbering away. He can talk about anything and everything from media to whatever either of you are doing in that moment.

Sometimes he will just narrate what he is doing.

He also loves to ask hypothetical questions about anything that comes to mind:

“If you were able to fly, how would you want to do it? Flapping your arms, hovering, or a pair of wings? If you were a cybertronian, which alt mode would you want to have? If I were a human, how do you think we would have met?”

Swerve also loves when you have him on speaker phone because he can hear you doing other things like helping people from your desk, to talking with your bosses/the captains, to gossiping with coworkers.

His favorite time you call is when you’re getting ready for work in the morning and you’re doing your morning routine and picking out outfits, while he is getting the bar ready to open. It’s his favorite time because it’s the most domestic the two of you can be that isn’t living together and sharing a space.

He is also the kind of person to either tell whoever you’re talking to “Hi” or make obscene noises. It really depends on your relationship with him.

Doing all of this makes him feel included and that’s really what he wants from others and you. He wants to feel wanted.

[robolvrr]

behind closed doors. ੈ♡˳

optimus prime x afab human reader warnings: nsfw.

he is fascinated.

it took a great deal of convincing. not him, but you - over mass displacement. you argued that with all the warnings from ratchet the purpose of such mechanisms should only be applied for tasks of importance.

optimus, as stoic as he can be now, could only hide his smile behind the battle-worn mask. "you are of importance", he said, such a simple reply. yet, he watched as you gaped like a goldfish, flustered beyond belief.

the prime had seen many a spectacle. overgrown forests bursting with life. deserts as dry as the sands of beachy hills and glacier cooled mountains under canopies of wind and snow. none could ever compare to humanity. so delicate and resilient, resourceful.

this adoration grips his spark in stride, especially when you finally get over nerves and slowly slip the velvet of your robe off a shoulder.

it's an intimate affair. skin and curve and softness, much closer than before. he's taller still, at least several feet. but now, he can gently grab your arms. squeeze his digits like scooping gold and watch entranced when the love indents form.

"optimus..."

a whine. he gingerly lets you go, still crowding your space. you show no actual discomfort and it's obvious by the time the puddle of fabric slips to your ankles, creating a halo around your feet. his optics, electric, take in the swell of your ass. your thighs, calves, biceps.

"the shower will get cold, my love."

now you are the one in a trance. so, you slide open the glass door, fingerprints leaving a kiss in the fog. your lover follows behind slowly, as if you might bound off like startled deer.

optimus wrangles his pondering by working the knots from your back instead.

the noises leaving your wet lips stir at his core. he feels perverted, watching your head tip back until the crown hits his chassis, spine arching beautiful as those modes of destruction and heroism glide down the front of your body.

droplets cling to your chest and drip down your chin. his fans, internal, click to a blast which is dampened by cascading shades from the shower-head.

"you look so small.. like this."

surprise takes your features by storm and his helm feels hot, not meaning to have said the thought aloud. however, when you part your legs to allow him to sponge lavender and honey suds with care, he can tell you find his sentiment charming.

he was so awkward with you at first.

now, the leader is wrapped tight around your fingers and you are wrapped tight around his. he can't help himself, thick silver of his middle digit pumping in and out. greedy where milky white coats and while his servos are still navigating, pleasing, you're practically drowning for him already.

you're cute. cute when you lift to the balls of your feet when he just can't take it anymore, array unlocking and spike rocking a steady pace that has you panting against porcelain.

when you aren't sounding dumb anymore, dribbling and babbling like you've lost your mind, you might laugh at the idea of the optimus prime being an ass-man.

it's a shameful vice when he switches positions. you're much bendier underneath warm drizzles, so you let him lift your leg just enough to hitch close to your hip so he can find that special angle that gets you singing. those "ah, ah, ah!"s when your flesh ripples, crushed ribbon beneath his grip.

and then you're crying, tangle of limbs while he sits. still full to the brim, strawberry pink coating your clit as he keeps close to you in a way you can't speak of beyond closed walls.

robolvrr 2024.

a/n: it has been so busy with holidays coming up! i am one tired gal. but i wanted to write a lil something (and i love this old tired man.)

[quirekey]

SO MANY LIKES…

Runs away

A part two will be made today! Maybe in about a few hours >:3

ORION PAX x D16 x GN!READER

[ orion Pax x D16 x gn!racer!reader ]

Orion Pax and D16 slammed onto the ground and watched as the other racers flew past them into the finish line. The intimidating sound of wind flying by them filled their audio receptors and the two miners looked at each other with amused looks. The two pushed themselves up and dragged each other to the finish line.

You turn to see the two struggling and you find it somewhat humorous. You being friends with some of the miners gave you the knowledge that Sentinel either would be fuming or extremely glad that they made the race way more entertaining. You decided to not take your chances and quickly pick the two up, flinging them over your shoulders. The two were caught off guard and yelped as you ran off to the medical center with them hanging on you.

You ran to an empty room in the medical building and placed them down, towering over the two miners. Considering the two didn’t transform during the race and their body and paint were chipped and dusty clearly indicated that they were merely just cogless miners. The duo stood out to you due to their contrasting looks. One had a complementary scheme, a vibrant red and blue. The other was a round and choppy greyish yellow. They were both charming in their ways so you decided to speak up.

”Hey, what were you two doing in the race? It’s racers only.”

The red and blue one looked in awe and the grey one looked with absolute admiration glistening in his optics. They both were silent for a few seconds till the red and blue one spoke up.

”Hey, we were just a little lost… Mind if you take us out of here? We didn’t mean to join the race.”

He then looked at his friend with a side-eye and his friend also spoke up to seemingly back him up.,.

”Y- yeah…”

The grey one seemed way more offensive and sheepish, so you decided to introduce yourself.

”Well, it’s nice to meet you two. I am the ultimate racer, (y/n)-“

“Y/N! The one who rules all of the tracks of Iacon!”

The grey one then continued your sentence off with. You chuckled at his strange enthusiasm, you were quite surprised that he knew your catchphrase too, you don’t say it quite often.

”It’s so good- great! To meet you! It is an honour!”

He took your hand and shook it with absolute energy. The red and blue one stepped closer to the grey one, patting his back and chuckling.

”Name’s Orion Pax, my friend here is named D16.”

D16 then nodded, still smiling widely and holding onto your hand. He realises that he is being embarrassing and quickly pulled away, flustered to the core. Both you and Orion laughed quietly at his flushed state.

”I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you, (Y/N)! You are the best racer in all of Cybertron! I have all of your merch!”

“Oh! You're one big fan, aren’t you, D16? I’m glad to meet you, little guy”

You gave D16 a gentle little helm-ruffle which made D16 fall deeper into his state of embarrassment. Orion Pax loved the show he was getting, watching his own best-friend gain affection and attention from his biggest idol that he admired for his whole life. D16 leaned in when you pulled away, trying to gain more physical interaction with you. You smiled, you already now adore him and his little frame and personality.

“So, what merch do you even have? I don’t think it’s easy to get your hands on them…”

”Everything! Your stickers, magnets, posters, everything!”

He clenched his hands in exaggeration with the biggest smile yet. Though you didn’t believe him too much, you still went along with it and chuckled, returning the smile.

D16 then showed off his sticker that Orion Pax got him. It was a limited edition and holographic one of you, the type that could blind a bot if you reflected a bright light off it. You hovered your hand over his arm, where the sticker was placed. You were definitely and extremely surprised that a miner somehow got their hands on it, not that it was impossible. Now you know he was a massive fan of yours.

”It’s true! He even goes to every race you are in, which is all of them of course. He sometimes breaks my audio receptors because of how loud he is when he is cheering for you.”

“Shut up.”

D16 nudged Orion Pax, scoffing due to the treatment Orion was giving him. You chuckled and spoke up.

“I should bring you guys back to your… area. I need to get you guys out of here is all. Come on now.”

TO BE CONTINUED or end

(if you guys want a part 2, just say so :)

[ghoulishconey]

The names not “zippy”

Another one bites the dust. Blurr was a fun one to do really.

I can see him being such a mumbler. Especially if he’s talking to himself to de-escalate the situation.

Based on a fanfic called “A-Ok” by @revelboo

[l3ibnest]

Cybertronians are hard to read

[muletia]

i read your post about megatron showing off like a bird. so perhaps i present you.. the other obsessed!bots showing off?

obsessed!optimus prime making sure his paint is in it’s best shape, practically shining from the amount of work he put into it and silently hoping, praying (and probably screaming) that you’ll praise him and, if you’re past the relationship faze, peg him enough to were he can act normally around the autobots to get another mission done without daydreaming again.

obsessed!ratchet constantly talking about his experience with his hands (he’s quite the medic, wink wink *dies*) and skills over the course of his long life, even talking about some of the impressive feats he managed to pull off.

and hell, maybe even some of the decepticon’s lean into this too. i especially think starscream would be the most likely to do this.

obsessed!starscream would probably brag about his feats when he was decepticon commander and things he did on Cybertron. Making sure to be in his best condition and showing off what his jet form can do, even doing those words made in air some people do with planes.

you are so big-brained anon, i love your ideas!!

i’ve decided to expand on optimus’s concept a bit and threw in a few other characters

optimus definitely forgets to take care of himself sometimes, or he simply doesn’t have the time due to the busy schedule. if we add a sprinkle of obsession to the mix, his lack of self-care can easily be attributed to the hours he spends daydreaming about you, you, and that one night you shared just a few days ago. but when he does finally get around to looking after himself and polishes his paint to the point where you can see your reflection in it, he’ll silently beg for crumbs of praise from you. he might still have that resting prime face, but if you compliment him, bro is mentally screaming, giggling, and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl. he might even strut around proudly after your kind words, shocking the rest of the team.

i haven’t written about him yet, but… smokescreen showing off his speed to impress you? or honestly, doing anything extreme to get your attention. handstands, backflips, showing how agile he is. and when he takes you for a ride, suddenly he’s drifting or doing donuts. isn’t he just so cool? please, say he is—smokes will do absolutely anything for your approval.

soundwave will bring you gifts. did you mention a game you’ve been dying to have? a few days later, a copy of that game shows up in your steam library. are you into diy? he hands you an enormous box of various types of yarn. or brings you shiny, colorful stones that caught laserbeak’s optic during patrol. imagine him presenting you with a giant gold nugget or gemstones worth a fortune.

knockout will use his body but in a more sensual, seductive way. he’s always polished and pristine, and his finish practically screams for attention. but if, somehow, that doesn’t work on you, knockout is more than willing to behave like an absolute attention whore. oh no! he’s totally accidentally dropped something on the floor! and instead of bending down like a normal person, he’s about to give you the most sensual show you’ve ever seen (picture that one scene with megan fox from the first transformers movie lmao).

[revelboo]

[/slams a request form on your desk like an over zealous court room anime dude]

Mx.Revel, consider this a request of the utmost importance! This request is for none other than your personal favorite cybertronian, whom ever they may be.

Thank you for your time, your honor, I concede.

That’s Wheeljack, buuuut how about an angst ficlet? Was thinking about how utterly ill equipped Shockwave is to deal with emotions other than anger and a scenario where Soundwave is grieving a cassette. Shock wanting to do something for his friend, basically the only Cybertronian that doesn’t find him deeply unsettling, and he doesn’t understand he can’t just replace the cassette with something near the same size. Honestly, I just wanted to do an alternate take with these two. Title is ‘Clumsy Heart’ by The Matches

Clumsy Heart

IDW Shockwave x Reader, Soundwave x Reader

• Servos of his one hand flexing as the uncomfortable noise in his processor grows, those invasive thoughts and shadows of memory that aren’t his floating to the surface, half seen and hazy. Watching Soundwave cradle the still form of a cassette to himself, the way his servos ghost over that small shape making the chaos worse. Becoming uncomfortable, unable to really understand this grief, but realizing that he should know this. That he hates this. He can repair the frame, but the spark is gone. Senses his friend won’t appreciate it if he resurrects a pale shadow, even if he’s not sure why he knows that.

• Spark aching at the loss, Soundwave is aware of his other cassettes echoing his pain. Of Shockwave lingering nearby, head tipped to study him like his grief is something foreign and fascinating. “Leave me,” he says, servos gently touching that little face. Had they looked for him at the end? Knowing he’d be there in time to save them like he always is. All of them trusting without question that he’ll protect them. And he’d failed. Feels like coming apart, losing something so dear to him, a part of him. Finally, Shockwave drifts away, leaving him to grieve with his surviving cassettes.

• Leaving the base, trying to get rid of that tangling, unpleasant feeling of dissonance, Shockwave tips his head up to the night sky. Trying to understand. Wanting to. Can’t bring back the cassette, but he can find a replacement. Something similar. If it’s the loss of a small symbiote he cares for that is paining Soundwave, maybe another small thing he can care for will ease that grief? Doesn’t know, can’t really understand why he grieves at the loss. Everything dies. It’s inevitable. And it’s illogical to mourn the inevitable. Striding into the night, he ponders replacements. Something that can speak with him like a cassette. Something small and alive. One of the little, organic natives would do.

• Breath fogging in the morning air, you check the rifle. Exhausted after being up all night finding every single photo he’s in and cutting out his face. Taping those hateful little visages all over his Xbox, all his games, those stupid baseball cards and then lining them up for execution on the lawn. A petty bit of satisfaction as you line up the first shot and fire. For the bra hanging on the back of a kitchen chair. A game disc explodes in jagged shards. For those slutty lace panties on your kitchen counter. The cards aren’t as satisfying, just scattering. For that bitch in your bed and the look on his face when you’d come home early because work was slow. Slowly, picking targets and destroying them since you can’t go after him, he’s not worth it. The crap he’d left when you’d grabbed the rifle and chased him and her naked out of your house last night? Fair game.

• Is this a valid course of action? It seems logical. If something has been lost and is causing a problem, replacing it should resolve the issue. Aware that it might be a bit more nuanced than that, because of emotions he can’t grasp, he moves through the woods outside the base. It’s a sound theory and it can’t make things worse to try. Probably. That, too, eludes him. An answer that relies on emotion.

• Reloading the rifle, you hear a branch crack and come crashing down in the woods behind you. Making you flinch and nearly drop the gun. It’d been windy the day before, a branch must have broken. Turning toward the sound, your mouth falls open as a giant steps out of the woods, a single red optic finding you, antenna flicking up. “Acceptable,” it growls as the fine hair at your nape prickles. Opening fire on it as it strides your way, completely unfazed. Dropping the rifle to run, you scream as it bends and snags you in a giant hand.

• Still weighed down by grief even after laying the cassette to rest, Soundwave’s head lifts at the sound of screaming. Of terror and pain that goes right through so soon after his own loss. Freezing as he spots Shockwave entering his quarters and his attention drops to the small form wriggling like mad in his grip. Speechless as the scientist drops the human on the desk and the tiny creature lunges to their feet and runs, only to stop short as they hit the edge and realize how high up it is. Can feel the chaos and fear in their mind, that panic so bright and hurtful. “A replacement,” Shockwave says, gesturing at the terrified thing with his cannon. Like it’s as simple as that. Like a human can replace his cassette. That people are interchangeable. Turning away from the edge, terrified eyes look up at him and that fear nearly cripples him. You can’t replace what he’s lost, but you do need him. Hates Shockwave right then and those frightened eyes.

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[thatanonymouschocolate]

Man I love TF One 🙂❤️