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autonomousroboticorganism · 6 months ago

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you get jealous (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader

summary - a new female recruit makes you feel inferior and insignificant, though your Cybertronian lover is quick to reassure you

warnings - slight angst

*(R/F/N) - random female name

a/n - i tried to make Knock Out's angsty like the others, i really did. but we all know that bot is too interested in himself to be interested in another 😭 also, i had no inspiration for Soundwave's or Shockwave's so theirs might be bad this time...sorry!

OPTIMUS PRIME

For a while there was nothing for you to be worried about. The only femme in the group was Arcee and she didn't even entertain the idea of romance, especially with any of the mechs currently in the team. So as far as you were the concerned, jealousy was never an issue in your relationship with the Prime.

Until a certain arrival changed that.

"Ratchet," your boyfriend's voice came through the comm-link, "Set a groundbridge for our coordinates. We will be arriving with a new recruit."

"Another one?" You asked, surprised. "They're coming in fast now."

You and the other human allies of the Autobots lined up at the railing to get a look at the new Autobot as the groundbridge opened. The usual suspects came through, before someone you had never seen before followed Optimus through.

A female Autobot. A very pretty one.

"This is (R/F/N)," Optimus introduced you all, then told her your names one by one, finishing with you. "And this is (Name)."

"Pleasure to meet you," you smiled up at her.

"The pleasure's all mine," she replied, though she didn't seem to be very interested in you or Jack, Raf and Miko. She turned to Optimus, smiling at him sweetly, "So this is your base? Would you like to show me around?"

You felt sick to your stomach. It was very obvious that this femme was interested in Optimus, whether or not her intentions were true or she just liked the idea of dating a Prime. You turned away from them, Optimus starting to agree to show her around when he noticed how upset you were.

"Actually, I believe Smokescreen would be better suited for that task," the Prime told her, before his footsteps drew closer to you. As she left with the younger bot, you felt him tap your shoulder. "Are you alright, (Name)?"

"Yes," you replied in a small voice. "I'm fine."

Optimus looked at Jack and Miko, who shook their heads to tell him you were not fine. You didn't turn to look at the Prime, which also indicated you were bothered by something.

"May I speak with you in private?" He asked hopefully, wanting to sort this out as soon as possible.

"...Fine."

You didn't mean to give him attitude, you hated snapping at Optimus. But you were jealous, no doubt about it, because he finally had a shot at a partner of his species.

"What bothers you?" He asked when you were in his berthroom.

Now that you were alone with him, you couldn't stop the flood of emotions that overwhelmed you, and your eyes became glassy.

"Do you like her?"

"Who?" He frowned. "(R/F/N)?"

"Yes."

"She is skilled in combat," he responded, "But I sense that is not what you mean."

"No, it's not," you confirmed, sighing and sitting on his berth dejectedly. "We both know you've never really had a chance to find a partner that's your species. Now that there is one, who seems interested in you, where does that leave me?"

"I have no need for a partner of my species," the large bot declared, coming to face-level with you. "I do, however, need my human partner. Who underestimates just how much I feel for her."

You looked up at him, surprised, "Really? You don't want someone like you? Someone you don't have to be gentle with?"

"(Name)," the Prime picked you up and placed you on his chassis, "You are what I want. That will not change, regardless of how many of my kind arrive here. You have nothing to worry about, for you will remain my partner regardless."

Your tears stopped brimming in your eyes at his words, and a shaky smile formed on your lips, "Thank you, Optimus. That's exactly what I needed to hear."

He smiled and held you close, aiming to prove to you that he will only ever want his sweet little human girlfriend.

BUMBLEBEE

It was no secret that the Autobots needed more bots. It was undeniable that the team has long since required new members to assist in the fight against the Decepticons and the battle to protect earth. So when another beacon alerted the base to its presence, you were excited to meet whoever else had arrived on your planet. Especially since Smokescreen had turned out to be so cool.

That excitement dwindled when you got your first look at the new arrival, who was a femme. A really pretty one, too. She was also young, much like Bumblebee, and it looked like the two knew each other.

That was confirmed when Bumblebee came over to you excitedly and beeped and whirred so fast you only caught 'old friend' and 'glad she's here'. You started feeling queasy, but you forced it down because he was just so cute when he was excited and you didn't want to ruin the mood.

"That's great, Bee. I'm glad she's okay." And you meant it. You would welcome any friend of Bee's with open arms, and she was just so nice you understood why Bee had made friends with her.

"Is this your human?" She smiled at you. "She's so pretty1"

"Thank you," you smiled back, forcefully. "I was just about to say the same to you."

Only Jack and Miko were aware of how you really felt, and to get you away from the awkward and uncomfortable situation they called out to you to join their game.

"What are we playing?" You asked them, trying not to look at where Bee and the new recruit, (R/F/N), were standing and talking.

You didn't have the heart to tell them you didn't really want to play. Though they could already tell, from how distracted you were by your thoughts.

"Earth to (Name)!" Miko waved a hand in front of your face.

You snapped out of it, "Oh, sorry...I think I'm just going to take a walk." Before any of them could reply, you got up and walked away.

Bee noticed you leave, his optics following your figure as you retreated down one of the long hallways of the base. He wasn't worried about you getting lost, you knew your way around, he was worried about the forlorn expression you had on your face.

He found you sitting against the concrete wall, your knees pulled up to your chest and chin resting on top. Your eyes had a faraway look in them, but what really struck him was the slight frown on your lips. He beeped in concern, earning your attention.

"Oh, hey Bee. I'm fine, don't worry. Where's (R/F/N)?"

More beeps led you to find out she was with Smokescreen, as Bee had followed you out of concern when he noticed you looked down. Another beep asked you what was wrong.

"You've got a great friend," you told him, looking down. "But wouldn't she also make a great partner?"

The scout looked confused, then asked you what made you think that.

"It's just...you guys have a good friendship and I can see you've known each other a while...a lot longer than I've known you. And she's Cybertronian, a relationship with her would be so easy..."

Bumblebee disagreed, telling you that even though he's known you for a shorter time, his relationship with you is as easy and natural as transforming because you fit with him in a way she doesn't. He went on to say that he likes his relationship with you, and he loves you, so nothing and no one will change that and you don't have to be jealous because she can't compare to you in beauty, and she doesn't have your personality which he absolutely adores. In essence, she's not you.

"Bee..." You smiled up at him, his words warming your chest and maoing your heart swell. "That's really sweet...I didn't know you felt that strongly." You slowly stood up and beckoned him down so that you could kiss him. "I love you too, my cute scout."

He whirred happily and lifted you up onto his shoulder, relaxed now that he's made you feel better. He walks back to the others with you, but instead of going to talk to (R/F/N) again, he went with you to watch you beat Miko and Jack in their video game.

You soon forgot why you were even jealous in the first place, and when (R/F/N) told you that you and Bee made the cutest couple, all your worries were put to rest. He was yours, and would always be yours.

KNOCK OUT

You'd never had to worry about sharing Knock Out's attention before, because he was only worried about two things. His paintjob and you. Everything else was sidelined and not as important as you or his finish, especially if it had anything to do with the other Decepticons. And there had never been any female cons apart from Airachnid, so that wasn't ever an issue either.

Until now.

Starscream had been sent out with a few Seekers to investigate a signal that was coming from what seemed like a Decepticon stasis pod. He came back with the prettiest Cybertronian you'd ever seen, or maybe the second prettiest. Knock Out would always top the list. Nevertheless, you were a little intimidated, to say the least.

Especially when she started flirting with your mech. Insecurity welled up inside you, it would be so easy for him to just leave you for someone who's the same species.

"What a stunning finish," you could hear the femme saying, "I can't help but keep staring at it. Share your secret, Knock Out."

The mech was flattered by the praise, but he was too busy being pleased with himself to notice that she was flirting, "Why, thank you. That's the nicest thing any con has said to me."

"Well, there's more where that came from," she smirked at him, leaning in a little too close for your liking. "Would you buff mine?"

Her words ignited an ugly feeling in you, and you scoffed and rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms. She apparently didn't like this, turning to glare at you.

"Does your little pet have a problem with me?"

Knock Out was between the two of you in a second, shielding you protectively, "Has anyone ever told you that insulting someone won't earn you any favours?"

"I insulted the human-"

"And that's an insult to me," he cut her off. "She is my little girlfriend, and if you wish to speak ill of her, I'd be more than happy to schedule a dissection for you." For added effect, he morphed his servo into a scalpel.

You smiled when he did this for you, jealousy now replaced with admiration for the mech. You stared at him, a little in disbelief and a little in awe.

"You would pick the lowly human over one of your own?" She was stunned by the idea.

"I would pick her over anyone."

You felt your cheeks burn at those words, your heart thumping so wildly you feared it would break out of your chest. You felt giddy, the idea that you were his first choice always sending your heart soaring.

"Suit yourself then," she huffed and left the lab.

Knock Out turned to you, smirking, "Was my little human jealous?"

"Jealous?!" You protested. "Me? No way."

"Uh huh, and I'm blue," he replied sarcastically, chuckling. "I think it's rather cute that you were jealous of a femme that isn't even half the woman you are."

Your cheeks burned again, "Stop! You can't do that!"

"I'm not doing anything," he replied innocently, though his smirk told you that he knew very well what he was doing.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" You asked him, serious now.

"Every word," he didn't hesitate to answer. "There was never a reason for you to be jealous of a femme, I can't date someone with a nicer finish than me."

You knew he meant well, but you face-palmed. Of course he had to say that, of course that had to be a factor. Nevertheless, you were comforted by the fact that he preferred you over femmes, for any reason at all.

"Now do I get a reward for being so sweet?" He asked you, tapping his faceplate with his long, sharp digit.

"As many as you want," you smiled and leaned up to kiss his faceplates multiple times.

SMOKESCREEN

When Smokescreen falls for you, he falls hard. He devotes himself to you, in a similar fashion to how he devotes himself to being the best he can be. When he does something, or when he loves, he puts every fibre of his being into it. There's no room for doubt with this bot, because he's so affectionate that sometimes it's hard to get away from him to do other things. He has once locked you in his vehicle form and pretended to be in power down to keep you from going home because he'd miss you too much.

So when an Autobot life signal pops up, you don't think much of it at first. And when the team brings back a new femme, you're not alarmed or anything. You're eager to make another friend, and that's all that's on your mind.

You think nothing of it when the femme comes in through the groundbridge a little too close to your Cybertronian boyfriend. She's smiling and chatting animatedly to him, but as soon as his optics found you in the base he's rushing over to introduce her to you, the most important thing he's ever had.

"(Name)! Look who we found!"

You found out that she used to be friends with Smokescreen before they got separated, although she seemed to have a different version of the story.

"Smoke, dear, you forget that we almost became sparkmates."

She said it so casually that one would think it's a meaningless comment, but her optics told you she'd mentioned it with malicious intent. That being to upset you, a human she didn't know but decided she didn't like just for being Smokescreen's girlfriend. You assumed he must have either rejected her or they'd been separated before they could begin to date.

You narrowed your eyes, but you couldn't deny that a part of you did feel jealous at the idea. Truth or not, you despised the idea of your loveable bot with anyone else. It hurt to even think about, so you did your best to not imagine Smokescreen with a Cybertronian lover, even though it would make more sense.

"Oh yeah, I remember that..." He mused, then launched into the story of how he'd met you, "And no one understands me better than she does!"

You smiled at the young mech, chest filled with warmth, until (R/F/N) decided to chime in with another dubious story.

"I miss our spot on Cybertron," she pressed, "It was such a nice view of Iacon." She sighed nostalgically, and then went on to describe how she missed meeting him there to just relax from the stress of the constant fighting, when they'd had breaks.

You realised then that you didn't have a special spot with Smokescreen here on Earth. That did dampen your mood a little, and a small frown formed on your lips. You had been together a while now, but the only places you ever went to with him were your house and this base. Maybe some recon missions, but nothing romantic.

"(Name), what's wrong?" Smokescreen asked you, ever the observant lover.

"Was it something I said?" (R/F/N) asked innocently.

"I'm just going to get some air," you got up and headed for the elevator that would take you the top of this rock.

"Wait, don't go!" Smokescreen went after you. "You have to tell her about-"

"Maybe later," you waved him off. "Enjoy reminiscing."

You had never gotten mad at him before, so this confused him. Of course, being the worried bot he was, he abandoned his conversation with (R/F/N) to join you up top.

"Seriously, did I do something?" His tone implied he was afraid it might be his fault.

You sighed, "No, Smoke. You didn't do anything." You pressed your thighs to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs. "Your friend is the problem, actually."

"(R/F/N)?" He asked, sitting beside you, "What did she do?" He easily picked you up and set you down on his leg.

"She kept going on and on about how you almost dated and how you guys had a special spot and everything," you admitted, "And it just occurred to me that we ARE dating and don't have a spot..." You looked up at him, eyes glassy. "And I can't help but think it would be more natural for you to be with one of your own kind."

He blinked once, twice, confused. Then he started to speak, and everything he said was exactly what you needed to hear, surprisingly.

"(R/F/N) and I never 'almost dated'. I don't know why she said that. She and I were always just friends, and the spot she was talking about was where we met so she could update me on the war, considering I was stuck on guard duty. I never looked at her in any other way, I promise. But when I met you...I don't think I've ever loved or will ever love anyone as much as you. You take up a lot of my thoughts, and I'm pretty sure it's obvious but I love your company. She may be my own species, but she's not the one that makes me feel special, she's not the one that makes me smile and she's not the one that I want to be around all day. You are. And I absolutely adore my little human girl, I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Thanks, Smokey," you smiled, climbing up to give his faceplates a loving kiss. "That means a lot to me. I love you too."

And the two of you sat there and watched the sunset, the view better than anything Smokescreen had ever seen on Cybertron. He decided then and there that this would be yours and his special spot, and he held you even closer.

WHEELJACK

When Wheeljack left to explore your planet to see if he'd stay, you both kind of left things up in the air. You'd shared one spur-of-the-moment kiss, and nothing more. So you weren't really sure where that left the two of you, especially since he was Cybertronian and you were human. That and he was unpredictable and you didn't know when he'd come back.

When he did come back, though, you hadn't expected it to be with a very pretty femme that only Bulkhead recognised, so you assumed she had been a Wrecker too.

"Hey, (R/F/N)!" The big green bot yelled excitedly, rushing over to greet her. "You found another one, Jackie!"

"Yeah, turns out she's been exploring this rock for a while, doing the same as me. Trying to see if it's worth staying to join Team Prime," Wheeljack explained, grinning at them both.

"And?" Bulkhead prompted.

"I think it's worth it," (R/F/N) grinned. "The native life forms are cute too."

Miko, who had been rooting for you and Wheeljack to get together ever since you had met him, looked at you in concern. You just took a deep breath and walked away, failing to hide the jealousy bubbling to the surface.

"I'm fine."

Wheeljack looked over when he noticed Miko chasing after you, and for a moment he was confused. You were usually happy to see him, and after that kiss he thought he'd earned more than a greeting. Then he dismissed the thought, but your sudden departure nagged at him until he decided to follow you too. He stopped when he overheard you and Miko talking.

"But he likes YOU, (Name)! I'm sure of it!"

"Doesn't seem like it," you replied, and your voice sounded... sad. "Look, if he wants someone that's the same species as him, I'm not going to stand in the way. Plus, she's a Wrecker too. He probably spent lots of time with her so she knows him better than I do. She'd be a perfect fit...everything I'm not." You looked down, sighing heavily.

Wheeljack had no idea what to do with this information. He couldn't approach you now, he wouldn't know what to say. So he decided to go to Bulkhead, who knew more about humans than he did.

When you returned to the main area of the base, where everyone was still gathered, you walked right past Wheeljack. Again, no greeting. You headed towards the other humans, but Wheeljack scooped you up before you could get there.

"Hey! Let me go!" You protested, struggling against his grip.

"No," he denied, transforming and locking you in his vehicle form, "You and I need to talk, and you need to stop avoiding me." Then he took off, out of the base.

"There's nothing to talk about," You insisted, crossing your arms. "But your Wrecker friend, she's nice. Good choice."

He sighed, "I'm sure she'd approve that the human I want has such an attitude. I've always known you were feisty sweetheart, but this is something else. You angry about something? Or maybe jealous?"

You scoffed, "Jealous? Why would I be?"

"Because we both know that neither of us has forgotten that kiss," he suddenly came to a stop. "Now come on, admit it. And then I'll tell you who I really want."

"Annoying as ever," you grumbled, "But fine, yes I'm jealous. Can you blame me? She's not only a Cybertronian, but a Wrecker too! She's the obvious choice for you, it just makes sense. You and I...we don't make sense."

"When has that ever stopped me?" He questioned. "Look, I brought (R/F/N) back because I thought Bulk would be happy to see her. And maybe I was looking for an excuse to see you."

"Why?"

"Because my choice is you, (Name). I want you."

Your eyes widened at his confession, your heartbeat picking up pace. You found yourself getting flustered, cheeks burning.

"Yeah, well, unfortunately I want you too."

SOUNDWAVE

Soundwave keeps to himself, with only you and Laserbeak as his companions. He only needs your company, so you never have to worry about his attention being divided or shared. When he wasn't busy doing tasks for Megatron, he spent his time with you, teaching you about Cybertron and its culture while you did the same for him about Earth and humans.

That changed when Starscream found another femme for the group, one that instantly recognised your lover. He didn't know her, but she seemed to know everything about him. While it was kind of creepy, you were also a little jealous.

Soundwave never got irritated, he was a very patient bot. So her hanging around him and constantly chatting to him never got to him, but it was getting to you. It was harder to spend time with him alone now that he had a fangirl around the ship.

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Oh, I know about that!"

"I can accompany you to retrieve the relic, if you'd like."

At each remark or suggestion, you became increasingly annoyed. And maybe a little jealous, because she could join Soundwave on missions without the risk of getting hurt too badly. You were always stuck on the ship, never allowed to go anywhere.

"Fine. Go with Soundwave."

You heard her start rambling excitedly after Megatron gave her permission, and you sighed from where you stood and made your way back to Soundwave's berthroom.

Now you trusted Soundwave more than anything, and you never doubted him. But you didn't like the way this femme felt as if she could invade his personal space, just because he couldn't verbally tell her he didn't want her to. And you didn't like the fact that they would be alone for majority of the day while you sulked in the berthroom without a clue what was going on, or what she was doing.

They came back a few hours later, as you had gotten comfortable on his berth with a book. You didn't look up as he came in, and didn't even speak even though he knew you were aware he had arrived. He sat down next to you, using a slender digit to push your book down to reveal your face, and his screen lit up with a question mark.

"Nothing," you told him, putting your book back up.

He wouldn't give up, and pulled the book out of your hands instead. Placing it down gently next to you, he brought his large visor close to your face and again displayed a question mark. That was then followed by a heart, meaning he's worried because he cares.

You sighed and curled up with your legs against your chest, "It's really nothing, Soundwave. Nothing important anyway."

His screen suddenly showed a picture of (R/F/N), and then an angry emoji. You struggled to hide your growing smile, his method of communication never failing to make you giggle.

"Okay, yes, I don't like her. She's too...excited, especially around you. Not to mention, she can go on missions with you and I can't..."

He started to type on his visor now, showing you when he was done: She is too eager, but I do not pay any attention to her. ANd when we are out on missions, I only think about you.

As you read this you smiled, feeling a little better. He always knew just how to comfort you, and what to tell you when you were feeling down. He continued to reassure you that you didn't need to be jealous because he would much rather prefer your company on missions than her, but he also loves you just the way you are. He told you he adores his little human, and that he finds you cute. He also reminded you that you were special, because he usually leaves humans alone, and assured you that no femme was going to change that.

You beamed up at him in response, "I already knew that, I guess I just get worried sometimes that we can't do everything together because we're not the same."

He typed out that you never had to worry about that because he's actually glad he can keep you out of harm's way, and this way he can never lose you. He also typed out that he doesn't care that you're not like him because his affection for you was not based on your species or form, but rather who you were and how you treated him.

"Okay," you finally relaxed, smiling fully now. "Thank you, Soundwave. You always know just what to say." You kissed his visor, and a heart popped up, making you smile even more.

SHOCKWAVE

Shockwave was a unique Cybertronian. Not only did he absolutely terrify both Autobots and Decepticons alike, not only was he physically imposing, but his intelligence far outshone that of any of the bots you knew. He was also emotionally detached, from everything and everyone except you. He only showed emotion to you, and others got the steely glare of his one red optic. He was content with just you in his lab, keeping him company, and he liked to show you his experiments and explain what he was doing. He never minded sharing his knowledge with you, and he never cared that you weren't as scientifically inclined as he was.

It also never truly bothered you until Megatron found a femme partner for him in the lab, after Knock Out's and Starscream's blatant failure with the zombie Breakdown. He wanted someone to keep a close eye on Knock Out while helping speed up Project Predacon, but instead got a femme much more interested in your boyfriend.

"Can I suggest a more prudent path?" You woke up from a nap to hear her asking Shockwave. She then went on to say a bunch of scientific words and terms that you didn't understand.

"I see. That would be most logical."

You looked at him in disbelief, unable to comprehend the fact that he was outsmarted by this femme. If he was so intelligent, how intelligent did she have to be to come up with a different solution? And why did you feel so jealous that she was that smart? Why was it making you feel so inferior?

Shockwave seemed to notice your silence. He would usually enjoy your chatter while working, secretly listening to everything you said while maintaining his focus. But right now you were just sitting there staring at him, or maybe staring at his new lab partner. And he did not like the expression on your face. It was a mixture of hurt, embarrassment and sadness, none of which he ever wanted to inflict on you.

"(R/F/N), could you please show this to Lord Megatron?" Shockwave asked her, handing her a tablet.

"But-" She tried to protest.

"It is our status report," he cut her off, "He will require it."

When she was gone, the scientist came over to where you were sitting and lowered himself so that he could be eye-level with you. His face was just his optic, but his voice showed concern.

"Little one, why do you look so upset? Have I done something?"

"No," you shook your head, "It's not you."

He paused, waiting for you to continue, but you didn't so he spoke again, "Would you like to inform me of the reason?"

You sighed and finally met his gaze, transfixed almost instantly by his glowing red optic, "I've just never felt more inferior or more dumb than I do now. She's so smart and she knows everything you do and seems like such a perfect match for you. I'm a human who knows very little about Cybertronian science and can't physically help you in the lab..."

He listened intently, not moving an inch as you told him about your insecurities and how you were jealous of how easy it was for them to work together.

"I do not require any assistance from her," Shockwave told you, "But I sometimes require assistance from you. Your company helps to remind me that I am not alone anymore, and even though you cannot physically help me with my projects, you make them easier for me to bear. When it becomes overwhelming, you are there to calm me down and ease my tension. You console me in ways that no one else can, and I hold an affection for you that I will never hold for anyone else. Including (R/F/N). You do not have to worry, I do not consider you to be less intelligent than her, you just have a different kind. However, intelligence alone does not matter to me. You are attentive to my needs just as I am to yours, and I can ask for no better romantic partner."

His words may sound monotonous and meaningless the way he said them, but you knew better. To you, it was basically a love confession, and he was basically pouring out his spark to you. You appreciated every single word, and it worked to make you feel better.

"Thank you, Shockwave," you smiled and climbed onto his servo when he held it out for you. "That's all I needed to hear. I'm glad I can be helpful to you in any way."

"Now that your illogical thoughts have been dealt with, I shall take a break from my work to indulge in that cuddling you like so much," he told you, going to his bethroom and laying on his berth. He placed you on his chassis, and placed his single hand over your smaller body. "Are you comfortable?"

"Very," you smiled and curled up on his warm chassis. "With you, always."

And as you relaxed, you heard him say quietly, "As am I with you."

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yandere-wishes · 1 year ago

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The more I study electronics the more I'm positive whoever came up with Transformers smut terms was studying something in the electronics engineering field.

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moominmanoneandonly · 24 days ago

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They mean so much to me

#transformers #transformers prime #transformers fanart #bulkjack #transformers bulkhead #transformers wheeljack #bulkhead x wheeljack #wheeljack you lucky mech #i'd give so much to be in your placd

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maliciouscottonball · 1 month ago

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Surprise Houseguests

Platonic Yandere! Autobots x GN! Human! Reader

Wordcount: 3877

AN: This oneshot has some required listening but I promise it’s worth it! Optimus has an amazing voice and I love him. No one can convince me that the Autobots don’t love yapping in their native language when they have the chance. My beloved @foolphenomenon beta read this one for me too so thank you to them!!!

TW: Soft yandere behavior, Ironhide and Wheeljack deciding that the best home defense system is a home offense system, mention of taxes, light stalking, boundaries being enforced, silly alien robots being silly and only mildly creepy

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Optimus hadn’t expected to be offered a place to stay by a tiny human. He had thought that the Autobots were alone in the parking lot of an abandoned factory. The team was discussing where to recharge for the night when Optimus caught a glimpse of you peeking out from a broken window on the first floor. You ducked down but it was futile after you both locked eyes. He had gently called out to you, wanting you to see that they didn’t mean any harm, even if they looked intimidating.

“It is alright, little human. We mean you no harm. You are safe with us. Please come out so that we may see you better.” He said in a soft tone.

You slowly peeked back out, figuring that it was useless to run from giants. You were surprised by how kind the tallest bot was and glanced around at the rest of them. When you realized that none of them looked unfriendly, you slowly exited the building and stood near the door, ready to dart back to cover if anything went sideways. The disarming body language and kind tone made you feel more like a kid getting caught with their hand in a cookie jar rather than an adult listening in on giant alien robots but you weren’t about to take any chances.

“Um… I’m sorry for listening in. I didn’t mean to. Well, I did but that’s because I’ve never seen anything like you guys…! I feel bad about it though. It was rude of me. You can park outside my house if you want to…! My closest neighbor is about a mile away so there’s more privacy than here. You’ll be able to walk around instead of just driving!” You chattered nervously.

Optimus raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected an eavesdropper to be so polite. You were so little and you seemed so sweet. He looked thoughtful as he examined you. You were dirty from what he later learned was an exploration trip inside the abandoned factory. The fabric you wore was dark in color, which he assumed was for a form of camouflage in the dark building. Despite the dirt, your eyes were bright and curious. Your friendliness didn’t seem to be an act and you were such a small thing that you couldn’t cause much harm.

Optimus agreed and the Autobots followed you to your home through heavily wooded back roads. You were true to your word and you were surprisingly welcomingly to them. There’s a meadow near your home where the bots eagerly began setting up to rest for the night. You said your goodnights to the strange aliens and went into the small farmhouse. It was more of a cabin than anything else and you had made it very cozy over the years. There was a single bedroom, a miniscule kitchen and dining room, and a singular bathroom. You had finished washing your face and changing into pajamas and were now curling up under your covers. You felt surprisingly calm for having giant metal aliens outside.

You were dozing off when there was a quiet tapping on your window. You thought that it was just a branch or a particularly determined bug and snuggled back into the comfortable warmth when you heard it again. You got out of bed and rubbed your bleary eyes as you walked the short distance from your bed to the window. You opened your curtains and were startled into full alertness when there was a giant face mere feet away from you, causing your formerly sleepy eyes to be all but blasted with blue light from the mech’s optics.

You quickly open the window and step back as you look up at him. You recognize the mech as the leader of the group. He was squatting down as he looked down at you through the window. He

“I wished to speak to you, human. I can see that you were attempting to recharge but I feel that the topic is important enough to interrupt you.”

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Optimus smiled as he watched you fall asleep. He wasn't one to admit it but he found humans to be adorable. Your respiratory patterns changed to become slower and deeper while you rested and he enjoyed the mellow and relaxed look on your face. He was glad that his voice was calming enough to soothe you to sleep. He was also grateful that your window was large and your bed was close to the window. He carefully reached through the open window with two digits, delicately tucking your blanket up to your chin and petting the top of your hair a few times.

After that, Optimus did his best to close your window and quietly walked up to Jazz. Optimus had been close with Jazz for milenia and it showed in their comfortable interactions. Optimus transformed into his alt mode and settled into the spot between Jazz and Ratchet. He always recharged more easily and efficiently when he was near his closest friends. After a moment, he rumbled softly to the mech on watch.

“The human is asleep. We are very fortunate. I do not recall any interactions with any humans quite so sweet.” He said quietly to Jazz.

“You're telling me. I didn't think the tiny thing would apologize, let alone give us somewhere to stay.” Jazz responded. He wasn't a high strung mech and he could definitely appreciate good company and a comfortable recharge.

“I have introduced the human to all of us, though I am not sure how much information was retained and will be accessible tomorrow. The poor creature was falling asleep while I was speaking.” Optimus said thoughtfully. Jazz smiled at that. He had always found humans to be cute and the music that they made was a major bonus. He made a mental note to ask you in the morning what music you like to listen to. He and Optimus said their goodnights and Optimus transformed into his alt mode to recharge until it was his turn to take watch.

You and the bots woke up in the morning refreshed and recharged. It had been a long time since they had a recharge so restful and peaceful. You quickly got ready and made some breakfast for yourself before going outside to see how your guests were doing. You only watched at first, too nervous to really walk among them. You saw Ratchet setting up some tools and simply sat on a nearby log as he wrangled Bumblebee over to his makeshift station. You were fascinated by what was happening and seemed excited to see something so new.

Ratchet placed you on his shoulder after noticing you watching him do a minor repair on Bumblebee. He was gruff and acted cranky but he was actually happy that you were interested in how their species worked. He explained the different steps that he took to repair Bumblebee’s plating and why it was important in a quiet voice. He knew that humans didn’t do well with very loud noises and kept his voice within the range of human comfort. He enjoyed the soft questions you asked and subtly scanned you to see what your health was like. He was pleased that your breakfast was adequately nutrient dense and filling enough to last you until midday.

“We’ll make a medic out of you yet, kid.” He said in a warm tone. Bumblebee had only heard that tone a few times before. It was a bit unnerving for a moment but he quickly brushed it off. He knew how nice human companionship was and he was glad that Ratchet was seeing it for the first time. Bumblebee tried to chat with you a few times during his procedure, each time earning a smack on the back of the head and a scolding for interrupting the first training of someone that he was convinced would become the first human Autobot medical officer.

After Ratchet was done working on Bumblebee, he carefully placed you on the ground and left to go talk to Optimus, though not before giving you a careful pat on the back and a promise to teach you more later. You were startled when Windblade quite literally snatched you up. The femme was unfamiliar with how to interact with humans, having only been on Earth for a few cycles. She was fascinated by your hair and clothes. She liked that your clothes were different colors and she loved that it was like you could have the equivalent of a new paint job more than once per day if you wanted to. She easily held you in one of her servos, gently touching the fabric of your clothing and the ornaments on your favorite jewelry while not understanding why you weren’t chatting with her as happily as you had been with Ratchet and instead were squirming. She wanted to hang out with the human too.

Jazz quickly came to your aid. He carefully scooped you out of her servo and gave her a lighthearted lecture in Cybertronian on proper human handling methods. You just blinked and went along with it as he showed her the safe ways to hold a human. You were a bit stunned as you were held in different positions in the mech’s servos and then carefully placed onto each of his shoulders. Windblade sheepishly apologized to you in English, citing her inexperience with humanity and promising not to grab you anymore without warning or a particularly good reason.

Jazz wanted to see the town that you lived in and managed to convince you to give him a sightseeing tour. You stopped at the nearest gas station, got a slushie, and drove around with him in his alt mode. He was able to fulfil his goal of talking to you about your music taste while you both drove. Granted, he already had seen what you listen to online as he had run a background check while on watch that night, but he still wanted to chat with you about it. He had you turn on one of your playlist and enjoyed listening to you talk about your home and your favorite bands.

When you returned from the drive, your mouth was stained by your drink and your cheeks were sore from smiling and laughing. Jazz was kind and funny and you were glad that you had stumbled upon the Autobots yesterday, even if Windblade startled you a bit at first. Speaking of Windblade, she had managed to fashion a necklace for you out of a small gear and a few other odds and ends that she had gotten from Ratchet while you and Jazz were out driving. She presented it to you and seemed incredibly pleased when you put it on. She all but gushed over how nice it looked on you and how nice it was to finally make a human friend.

Ironhide was the next mech to try to spend time with you. He approached the three of you and began asking you questions about the security of your home. He seemed shocked that you didn’t have any weapons that he deemed appropriate for home defense. Unsurprisingly to you, there were no plasma cannons on turrets or energy shields surrounding your home. Ironhide was deeply concerned about this. To him, you were already one of them. Optimus had clearly accepted you into their ranks and the rest of the team, including him, already seemed to like you plenty. You managed to win over Ratchet and that’s all he needed to get started on a home defense plan. You tried to assure him that you were fine and the most dangerous thing nearby were the raccoons that dug through the trash if you didn’t close the garbage well enough.

Ironhide wouldn’t have any of it. He decided to enlist Wheeljack to help secure your home from threats. He wanted your trash can secured from raccoons and he wanted your land free of any Cybertronian that wasn’t an Autobot. He also seemed to decide that you should be protected from humans who meant any harm and began making plans with Wheeljack. Your eyes hadn’t gone as wide as they did when they presented their plan to you since… Well, yesterday when you found out that aliens were real and very large. Between a flame thrower meant to incinerate any home invader foolish enough to knock on your front door, electrified door garbage cans, a security camera system that made Soundwave look like an amateur, a mirage system that made the entire house look like it hadn’t ever existed that Wheeljack had pointed out would be excellent for tax evasion after doing some research on the IRS, and several camouflaged blasters powerful enough to put Megatron himself on life support, they literally had everything covered. It was a little horrifying but you were also a bit impressed.

You weren’t thrilled about the idea of your home becoming a scene out of “Home Alone” but at the same time, you wanted to see where it would go. You gave the go ahead and watched in awe as they began building. You didn’t really think that they would actually do it but there they were, turning your cabin in the woods into a mini fortress. At one point, Wheeljack sat you down and showed you how to wire and defuse a bomb. Ratchet almost blew a gasket until Wheeljack got you some safety goggles to show that he was being safe with you. That didn’t save him from having to dodge a wrench being thrown at him but it made you giggle so he felt that it was worth it.

It was almost the afternoon before Bumblebee finally got to spend any time with you. He was missing having a human companion and the second that Ironhide put you down to work on something with both servos, Bee took the opportunity to have another human to hang out with. He transformed with you into his alt mode while Wheeljack and Ironhide gave him the nastiest looks imaginable. He would deal with that later. For now, he wanted to enjoy your company. He drove to the other side of your property where he transformed and offered to let you play a Cybertronian game. He pulled out a large device and played a round to show you how it worked. It was essentially the equivalent of an alien Gameboy with a rhythm game. You had to smack the buttons to get enough force to push them down and it turned into a major upper body workout. You weren’t very good at the game but you still enjoyed yourself. It didn’t help that you couldn’t read the words in the game to know what was going on or that Bumblebee was too busy jamming out and encouraging you that he couldn’t translate fast enough.

The day turned into a much needed break for both you and the Autobots. You had quite a bit of fun playing with and learning from them, only taking breaks when absolutely necessary. Optimus allowed the team to stay for another night in the field after you basically begged him and the others to stay. He was glad to see that the team was having fun and he knew that the mission could wait. He also couldn’t resist the look on your face as you asked him so nicely. He was just as bad as the rest of his team and he knew it.

That night, he came to your window again. It was clear that you were already expecting him. The curtains were open and so was your window. You were staring at him expectantly and he couldn’t help but feel pleased that you wanted to hear more about him and his world. He told you a bit more about his life before the war. He told you about the time that he knocked over a stack of hundreds of data pads on his first day on the job and how clumsy he was when he was young. You didn’t believe him at first and he found it very amusing. He told you about the first artifact that he catalogued and about the first bot that he helped find something in the archives. He told you about the games that he would play for recreation and about what his home looked like.

It wasn’t long before you began dozing off. Optimus liked you. He enjoyed telling you stories and he liked that you were a good listener. He liked that you got along with his team and didn’t mind that they were so different from you. He sighed contentedly as he watched you sleep and once again tucked you so that you would remain comfortable throughout the night. He was thinking about the lullabies on Cybertron when he went back to the others to recharge. He would have to sing one for you the next time that the Autobots visited you. He was sure that you’d be interested in hearing it but he knew that you wouldn’t understand the lyrics. He would have to think about how to remedy the situation.

The beginning of the next morning went similarly to the morning before but this time, you were much more comfortable with the aliens hanging out in your meadow. The upgrades to your house were finished fairly early and you had to admit, they were very cool. Would you end up using them? Almost definitely not. Did you appreciate the time and effort that Wheeljack and Ironhide put into them? Absolutely. Ratchet showed you how to disable the flamethrower while Wheeljack and Ironhide were explaining to Optimus why each upgrade was entirely necessary. He decided that they were fine because they were just to keep you safe and had Jazz link to the camera system so that they could make sure that you were okay and that there was no Decepticon activity.

Jazz had snuck off earlier and brought you back the same flavor of slushie that you had gotten on your drive together the day before. He liked how your eyes lit up when he gave you the frozen treat and carefully uploaded some Cybertronian movies and shows to your television so that you could see some of the things that he thought that you’d like from before the war. Bumblebee butted in, eagerly recommending his favorites and telling you about the plotlines of each of them. Jazz also uploaded some Cybertronian music while Bee was chatting with you. It was obvious that he wanted to expose you to their culture and show you just how wonderful Cybertron was. Bee was just happy that you was talking with him.

Windblade didn’t pick you up without permission so you showed her some of your favorite articles of clothing. You basically put on a fashion show for her while she oooo'd and ahhhh’d at your clothes, all while keeping an eye on the way that the necklace that she gave you moved as you walked. She loved that you were wearing something that she made for you. She had decided that you were her very favorite human and that she would get you something to wear every time that she saw you. She carefully took notes on your size of clothes and shoes and smiled at the idea of finding you an outfit that matched her paint color.

It was time for them to leave at noon. The declaration from Optimus was met with many sighs but each bot understood that it was for the greater good. The mission had been put off for as long as possible. All equipment was packed up and each of the bots said their goodbyes to you, promising to visit when they had time and giving you plenty of careful pats on the head, back, and shoulders. You could tell that they all meant it. Before they left, Optimus approached you with a small tablet-like device. He squatted down and offered it to you. You carefully took it and examined it. It looked like the data pads that you had seen the others reading on before but much, much smaller. You looked up at him with a tilted head and he couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t seem to ever not smile when you were involved.

“Little one, we Autobots would like to remain friends with you. All of us have thoroughly enjoyed our time with you. If it would be alright, we would like to remain in contact with you. We would like to be able to communicate ideas and stories with you more easily so Wheeljack has created a Crybertronian language training module loaded onto this data pad. It will teach you our language. Please do not feel pressured to learn all at once. We simply have many stories that I would like you to enjoy that are poorly translated into any Earth tongue. The data pad will not lose its charge before we are able to return and it has a feature that will allow you to speak to any of us, should you require any assistance. You have been a most gracious host and we would like to convey our gratitude with this gift.” He explained.

He paused for a moment before speaking a bit more hesitantly this time. “I hope you will contact me, even if there is not an emergency. I would enjoy conversing with you further in the future and I know that the rest of my team feels the same way.”

You were surprised but eagerly agreed, promising to call and to practice so that he can tell you stories soon. Optimus was pleased with your answer and his smile became wider. You were a breath of fresh air to him. He gave the orders to roll out and you waved as you watched them all go. Once they were out of sight, you wandered back into your living room and began your first Cybertronian language lesson.

Optimus was a bit sad that he would not be able to see you for a while and knew that the rest of the team felt the same way. They were much quieter than usual and the usual playful banter was replaced by a sullen silence. His voice was curious as he made his request.

“Jazz, can we get a status update on the little one?”

Jazz quickly checked the footage from the cameras and felt his spark warm. He spoke in a happy tone, clearly pleased that you were already learning how to communicate better with the team.

“The human just started their first lesson. They seem very eager to learn about Cybertron.”

That kicked off plenty of chatter within the team. The Prime was very pleased. They had been able to find someone to boost their will to fight and he knew that they all were eager to finish the next few missions so that they could have the reward of seeing you again sooner. He also figured that if you were doing a lesson so soon after they had left, it was likely that you’d call soon. That made him even more pleased.

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starscream-is-my-wife · 5 months ago

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Charming ur wife so you can continue working on something sick

#skyfire is gonna have to catch him when that thing explodes #and the parachute burned in the explosion #wheelfire #im like… the only one in the tag #at least in the past couple months #kinda lonely but #Ngl feels kinda powerful hohoho #if Ratchet and Optimus are my transformers old married couple then these two are the newlyweds #Starscream and Megatron are the train wrecks everyone watches with popcorn #what is the Wheeljack x Skyfire x Ratchet ship anyways #I feel like that would be fun #damn wheeljack who let you have two huge hot wives #transformers #maccadams #transformers fanart #transformers g1 #skyfire #wheeljack #wheeljack x skyfire #wheeljack istg i’m going to get a figure of you just so i can consistently know how your helmet works #sorry for drawing so much skyfire lately his magic square toy is fun to study

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Bounty

Optimus x Cybertronian reader

Reader is cybertronian bounty hunter

Team Prime was currently down in an deep energon cave that Wheeljack had found while coming back to Jasper. It was enough energon to last a whole year the best part was there as no cons. None at all.

"Gotta hand it to you Jacky! This cave is awesome!" Bulkhead exclaimed as he punched Wheeljack on the arm.

"I'm gonna actually agree with Bulk on this one," Arcee commented. “It’s a nice find, how many cons did you have to take out when you found it?”

“None at all, to bad though, I was looking forward to kicking a bunch of scarps today too, but this place was a score for real.”

“This could last us like a whole year! Right?” Smokescreen says while tapping the walls of the cave. In which Bumblebee chirped excitedly while nodding his helm.

Optimus stood next to Ultra Magus still scanning the cave some more. He was proud of Wheeljack about finding the cave, but given everything that they’ve all been through lately in past missions, he was slightly hesitant. Ultra Magus raised his optics looking at the Prime.

“Is something troubling you sir?”

Optimus hummed, “No, but you can never be to careful.” Optimus raised his voice so everyone could hear him, “Let’s quickly grab as much energon as we can and head back to base, Wheeljack excellent work, I gave you my thanks.”

Wheeljack nods, giving Bulkhead a smug look. “No problem boss, just doing my job.”

With that everyone spilt into two or three groups grabbing energon and filling up carts and putting it on Wheeljack’s ship.

Smokescreen, Bumblebee and Arcee walked further into the cave finding the mother load of energon.

“Come on Smokescreen, we have way more than enough,” Arcee says signaling them that it’s time to go back.

“Aw come on, we gotta get a little bit more! You never know maybe the cons might find this place and we’ll never get it back again,” Smokescreen replied back still grabbing more energon.

Arcee sighed, “I understand your concerns, I do, but we've gone far enough into this cave, and I don't like staying in caves for any longer than necessary.”

“But, the more the merrier." Smokescreen objected.

"We have enough," Arcee responded.

Bumblebee attempted to intervene, but the two-wheeler refused. Acree rolled her optics turning around, "Do what you want then."

Smokescreen chuckled and huffed, "Fine by me-“

Bumblebee beeped questioning Smokescreen sudden demeanor change, Smokescreen switched his servo’s into guns pointing in the direction of the energon. Arcee did the same unsure of what was going on.

“I heard something….” Smokescreen finally said after a few seconds of unmoving. Stepping closer Smokescreen became to see a metallic chest plate, he then stepped a bit closer and was lunged at. Stumbling back Smokescreen fired a shot missing his attacker who managed to get on top of him.

“What the-“ Arcee and Bumblebee pointed their guns at the thing. It was a cybertronion animal. But it was a predacon, since a predacon wouldn’t have given Smokescreen the chance to get that close since they’re territorial when it came to energon.

Arcee fired a shot at it and hit it on its sides. It whimpered and shook its helm trying to get up but struggled, letting out a sharp yelp in doing so. Acree stared at it feeling a bit uneasy for having to shoot it. But it was either them or it.

“What the heck is that thing?!” Smokescreen stammered while trying to get back in his feet. His spark pounded against his chest plate looking to see what almost un-alived him.

“Looks like it’s from our planet…” Arcee said hesitantly still trying to examine it.

“Should we call Optimus?” Smokescreen asked.

“Yeah…” Arcee nods while looking at Bumblebee.

After ending the com link Smokescreen huffed, “Maybe shooting it wasn’t the idea…”

“It was you or them,” Arcee huffs as well.

“Arcee?”

Optimus voice echoed through the cave as he came closer to the three, Bumblebee waved him over and pointed at the creature that attacked Smokescreen.

Optimus and Ultra Magnus came closer, inspecting the creature as it whines losing its own energon, Optimus leaned down examining it some more. His optics went wide seeing the creature up closer.

Bumblebee chirped and beeped in confusion while Smokescreen began to start asking questions.

“Do you recognize that thing Optimus?”

“This is a cybertronion hound, only used by Cybertions bounty hunters.”

“Bounty hunters?!” Smokescreen and Bumblebee said beeped at the same time then both looked at Arcee. Arcee’s optics went wide, “Your telling me that belongs to a bounty hunter….”

Optimus turned to look back at the three younger bots with concerns, before noticing a reflection within the energon that captured his attention. He stood up and turned switching his servo to a gun, “Show yourself.”

Optimus narrowed his optics seeing a figure step into his view, his spark rate began to rise at the sight of… you.

You stood there narrowing your own optics at the Prime in front of you, you scoffed in realization.

It was the autobots. And their leader Optimus Prime.

You took aim at his head, glaring at the bot with anger as you fired. Your shot missed as Optimus dodged with precision, his optics meeting yours with a mix of no fear and hesitation.

“Waste of scrap and metal,” you grumbled.

“We mean you no harm,” Optimus says. “My apologies for your friend.”

"My apologies for your friend," he added, acknowledging the unintended consequence of the battle.

The others raised their weapons, with Arcee aiming hers at your hound. Optimus held his servos up, signaling the others to stand down, they all lowered the guns hesitantly with Ultra Magus speaking up. “Is this wise Optimus?”

“I agree with him with on this one sir,” Arcee says. “Bounty hunters hunt. She coukd be working for the cons.”

You rolled your optics, “Autobots, Decepticons, is that all you talk about? I should rip your sparks out and feed it to my hounds.”

“Hounds?” Smokescreen’s optics widened. Hearing growls coming from around them, four more hounds larger the injured one stepped around the rocks of the caves.

“Scrap…” he muttered softly, sensing the tension escalating around them.

“Forgive them, I shall take the blame for their consequence,” Optimus began to kneel down. “Whatever you must do, let me receive it.”

Your largest hound, bristling with protectiveness, snarled as it positioned itself between you and Optimus, a silent but clear warning. The air crackled with tension your other hound gently lifted your injured companion onto its back, carrying it towards you.

You optics shifted towards your smaller hound, scanning over their injures, your spark could rest easy, the femme bot was a crappy shot, missed your hounds vital areas completely.

Steeling yourself, you closed the distance to Optimus, your optics locked onto his with a mix of defiance, grief, and determination. Switching your servo back to your gun, you aimed it squarely at Optimus’s head, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. Arcee’s optics narrowed, sensing the gravity of your demand, while the other Autobots stood tense and watchful.

“Fix him,” you demanded with a low tone, switching your gun back to your servo.

Optimus lifted his helm, meeting your gaze with a steady resolve in his own optics. As you took a step back, allowing him to rise to his full height.

“Very well,” Optimus said with a nod. He placed his digits to his com link, calling base.

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capricorn-writes2 · 22 days ago

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Hey! Can I Get a headcannon of Wheeljack, Bulkhead, Optimus and Ratchet with S/O that got infected in cybonic plague?

Wheeljack, Bulkhead, Optimus and Ratchet with S/O Who Got Infected with Cybonic Plague

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I try my best to make the portrayal of their character based on their personality, and I would like to apologize for replying to the ask late because I had horrible carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand and depression, and I had to focus on finding jobs as well as therapy. Thankfully, I graduated in July from my university and able to get a quick 6 months of internship before leaving to find a new job.

Gender: Neutral

Warning: Angst to Fluff, sickness, mention of injuries and Profanities

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OPTIMUS PRIME - Autobot

When Ratchet first tells Optimus you're infected, his spark clenches. He masks the fear behind his usual stoicism, but his optics dim. The Cybonic Plague is a deadly, ancient virus, and he vows silently that you will not meet the same fate.

Optimus spends long hours at your side, even when he should recharge. He watches your spark signature fluctuate on the monitor with quiet intensity. Every labored intake of your vents feels like a countdown ticking louder.

He searches the archives for ancient medical data, something even Alpha Trion once wrote. Sleepless and single-minded, he sifts through fragments of forgotten science. If the answer lies buried in the Well of All Sparks itself, he’ll find it.

When Megatron offers a cure to him but in exchange a cruel price. Optimus would consider surrendering himself if it means you’ll live going through Megatron’s database to get the cure. He volunteers instantly to deliver it, no matter the danger.

Inside your subconscious, he finds a corrupted image of yourself. It’s terrified, glitching, dissolving into plague data. He kneels beside it, shielding you with his own spark energy.

The process nearly destabilizes both of you. Your systems scream under the pressure, and Optimus begins to fade. But his spark surges, wrapping you in protective light.

After what feels like forever, your optics flicker back online. You see him there, battered and dim, but smiling just for you. “You… stayed,” you rasp, and he nods, servos brushing your cheekplate.

Recovery is slow, and he never rushes you. He adjusts your routines, brings Energon himself, and reads to you aloud. No mission takes priority over your healing, not even war. He keeps a fragment of your corrupted code stored away safely. Not as a reminder of the pain, but of the strength you showed.

Your near-loss changes him, even if subtly. He becomes gentler in the quiet moments, less afraid to show his affection. When you reach for his servo now, he squeezes back without delay. He lets you stay by his side in the command center now.

Sometimes, he wakes up from recharge fearing he lost you again. You always pull him close, resting your helm against his chest plate as your arms wrap around him to comfort your sparkmate. “No plague. No pain. I’m here,” you remind him.

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The first symptom was a flicker. Just a minor glitch in your visual sensors, nothing big, just a half-second blackout that you chalked up to fatigue. But then came the spasms. Your servo twitched, then locked. The base lights blurred, the floor shifted beneath your feet, and Ratchet’s voice faded into a muffled hum. By the time you collapsed in the medbay, Optimus was already on one knee beside you, calling your name repeatedly.

Ratchet’s diagnosis was quick, in a second, and brutal: the Cybonic Plague. A virus from Cybertron’s darkest past. You barely heard the details, lost in a haze of heat and static, but through the buzzing in your head, you caught one thing: from your receptor, the fear in Optimus’s voice. No, he didn’t shout; he didn’t panic. He never did. But when he asked, “Ratchet, is there a cure?” The weight behind his words could’ve cracked stone.

You drifted in and out of stasis, each moment flickering between memory and dream. Sometimes you were back on Cybertron, laughing in golden-lit corridors. Other times, you were locked inside your own mind, fighting the virus as it twisted your code. On the other hand, the leader of the Autobots sat beside you, silent, his servo resting against yours.

When your vitals began to crash, Ratchet proposed a dangerous solution: someone had to enter your mind through a neural link and manually inject the cure. Optimus didn’t hesitate. “Prepare the link,” he said. "Optimus Prime, Are you sure?" Ratchet was surprised. The medic even warned him of the risk, of the chance he might not return, but Optimus had already decided. “She is worth the risk.”

Inside your mindscape, the virus had created a corrupted version of you. It was ugly, fractured, glitching, and afraid. Optimus found you there, curled in a pit of static. He didn’t rush to pull you out; instead, he knelt beside you, his sparklight flickering in the dark like a pulse. “You’re stronger than this,” he said, his voice echoing like thunder through the data storm. “And I’m not leaving without you,” His voice was louder. You reached for him with a trembling servo as his hand gently held your hand.

The battle inside your mind was like drowning in code, each surge of infection trying to rewrite who you were. But with every wave, Optimus pushed back, pouring light into the cracks. He shielded you with part of his own spark signature, even as his systems began to flicker too. “Stay,” he whispered when your form began to fade. “Stay with me.” And this time, you did.

You woke to the soft hiss of medbay monitors and the familiar warmth of his servo against yours. Your optics blinked open, and there he was, damaged, dim, but alive. And smiling. “You’re back,” he said, as if those two words were enough to rewrite the universe. You tried to speak, but all you could do was nod, the heat of tears burning behind your eyes. He leaned forward, pressing his helm gently to yours. “I believe in you; I know you could do it.”

Recovery was slow, but he was patient. He helped you walk again, holding you up when your joints trembled. He sat through quiet recharge cycles with you, read aloud during your checkups, and let the others take the front lines so he could stay close. The war could wait, he told them. Because for the first time in a long while, the hope had won against the cybonic plague virus.

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RATCHET - Autobot

Warning: The doctor is tsundere

The moment Ratchet scans you and detects the Cybonic Plague, his spark skips a beat. He double-checks the readings, then checks them again. But the data doesn’t lie, your code is breaking down. “…No. No, no, not them. Not you,” he mutters while already grabbing tools.

He doesn’t even try to hide how shaken he is, there’s no time for pride. His servo trembles for the first time in centuries. You try to joke about him being dramatic while the rust starts to form, but he silences you with a look.

Ratchet keeps a close vigil at your bedside, monitoring blinking over your spark signature. He rarely leaves your side, only to mix compounds or pace violently. The others offer help, but he snaps at them without meaning to.

He digs into archives older than the war itself to find a possible cure. Your medical file grows thicker by the hour, stained with energon smudges. He barely recharges, too afraid that he’ll wake to silence from your berth. Your steady pulse is the only thing keeping him from destroying himself.

When your systems crash temporarily, Ratchet genuinely breaks down. He slams a servo into the wall, a spark roaring behind his chassis. The monitors scream, and he’s barking orders at the others like a war general. No one dares disobey him when you're on the line.

He eventually constructs a prototype antivirus—but testing it is risky. Ratchet debates for only seconds before deciding: he'll inject it directly. If it fails, it could speed up the deterioration… But doing nothing is worse. “Better to die trying than to watch you fade.”

He injects the cure with a shaky servo, optics locked on your frame. You seize up, systems sparking, and he nearly overloads from panic. But then your vitals stabilize a little. It was not perfect, but enough. He doesn’t breathe until your optics flutter open.

He’s exhausted, hunched over your berth like a rusted-out frame. When you whisper his name, his entire posture softens. “Don't ever do that again,” he says quietly, voice raw. But there's relief under the gruffness, and it bleeds through.

Ratchet orders a full scan every two hours after your recovery. No exceptions, no excuses, even if you insist you're fine or if you just have a simple cough from dust. It’s annoying… but deeply sweet in a Ratchet kind of way.

He brings you energon personally, even if he pretends it's 'standard check-in protocol'. He triple-checks its composition, temperature, and nutritional balance. When you smile at him, He huffs and mutters, “Don’t get used to this.”

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You were just teasing him over another one of his grumpy lectures when it happened. A sharp pain cracked through your spark, and suddenly your systems seized up, dropping you to your knees. Ratchet barely caught you in time, optic panels wide in alarm, shouting your name like it was a medical emergency code. “No, no, no! Stay with me!” He barked, already scanning you with shaky, frantic digits.

The diagnosis was something Ratchet had hoped he’d never see again: the Cybonic Plague. A virus so ancient and insidious that even whispering its name made bots flinch. You were already twitching, glitching, fighting to hold onto reality as the virus gnawed at your code like rust in your processor.

Ratchet didn’t react with panic. No, panic was inefficient. But his voice lost its edge of sarcasm, and his hands never once stopped moving. “You are not dying on my table.” The others offered help "Ratchet What happened?!" Bulkhead asks with panic in his voice. "We can help you," Arcee tried to step up as Bumblebee buzzes.

But Ratchet didn’t let anyone else touch you. Instead, his optics silently glare at the other Autobot teammates and blocking them away. “No one knows their system like I do!” he snapped, the words heavy with something more than professional pride. "You all step away from (Y/N)!"

He worked tirelessly for hours, then days, ignoring recharge and energon warnings, digging through corrupted Cybertronian medical files older than Orion Pax. You were more than just a patient. You were the only one who’d ever made the old medic feel again, you're his sparkmate and the only one who could understand him.

Every time your spark signature flickered, something in Ratchet faltered. He’d pace the medbay like a caged beast, muttering equations under his breath, cursing the virus and whatever careless god had let it survive this long. He really wishes that time Megatron hadn't made a virus as the biology weapon as he remember all of those passing comrades who rusted away from the cybonic. Even when Optimus offered to assist, Ratchet nearly shouted him down. “Don’t take this from me! I have to be the one to save (Y/N)!”

When your systems dipped into emergency stasis, Ratchet broke protocol. He ignored the risks, activated a neural bridge, and entered your mind full in desperation and determination. Inside, your consciousness was a mess of static and corrupted data. He found you in the center of it, your voice distorted and broken, barely able to reach out. But he knelt beside you anyway, optics locked on yours, his touch gentle as he whispered, “I am not losing you, too.”

Fighting the plague from the inside was like performing surgery in a hurricane. Every data spike you sent at him nearly knocked him offline. But he kept moving forward, shielding you with pieces of his spark signature, injecting the antivirus into your core line of code while taking damage himself. “You're worth every scratch,” he said quietly, even when you begged him to leave. “Don’t ask me to walk away from the only thing that makes me feel alive.”

You came back slowly, stuttering and disoriented, optics dim but conscious. Ratchet was there, slouched in his chair, faceplate smudged with energon and exhaustion. When your hand twitched, his optics widened, and the relief that washed over him nearly dropped him to the floor. “You stubborn glitch,” he whispered, and for once there was no bite in his voice. Just soft gratitude, like your survival had rebooted something inside him.h

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WHEELJACK - Autobot

Wheeljack doesn’t panic often, but the moment Ratchet says 'Cybonic Plague' his spark freezes. He clenches his servos so tightly they spark. He’s used to battlefield injuries, not watching someone he loves slip away without a fight. “You’re not fraggin’ leaving me,” he growls, already planning something reckless.

He tries to play it cool around the others, but you can tell he’s on edge. His optics flicker faster, and he paces like a caged beast. He gets into three arguments and almost punches a wall in the first hour. No one dares call him out, except maybe Ratchet.

He hates not being able to fight the plague with his blades or explosives. But he sits beside you anyway, blades sheathed, just watching you breathe. Because being there is the only fight he can win right now.

Wheeljack once storms into the medbay covered in Energon because he thought you flatlined. Turns out it was just a system recalibration. Ratchet yells at him for scaring everyone and nearly bleeding out but he doesn't care, he just wants to see your condition.

When Ratchet finally gets a possible cure, Wheeljack insists on testing it himself. He offers his own code as a host “Load me with it. I can take it.” Ratchet refuses, but Wheeljack doesn’t stop trying to bargain.

He holds you through the injection of the antivirus, despite Ratchet’s warnings. You’re spasming, screaming, nearly overheating, but he won’t leave. His armor gets scorched, his frame rattles with yours. “Easy, sweetspark. You’re tougher than this thing. Just hold on.”

Once you are awake when your vital stabilized, , he cracks the dumbest joke to make you smile. It’s so bad you groan, but it breaks the tension. Of course he does this is because he wants to distract you and himself from what just happened.

He actually hugs Ratchet after the cure works, and then immediately denies it. The medic bot would pushes him away, rejecting his hugs but secretly the doc was smirking and says nothing. Everyone at base teases him about it for weeks.

Wheeljack would secretly builds a private recharge chamber for the two of you. It’s lined with Wrecker badges and LED lights shaped like stars. It is a sanctuary for you two.

He puts your spark signature into his own HUD overlay. He monitors it 24/7, even when you're fully recovered. Says it helps him 'focus' but you know it just helps him breathe easier because after what hapened he became twice more protective around you as he tries not to show it (but it's too obvious).

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You didn’t even feel it at first. Just a flicker in your HUD, a small static delay in your vision. You chalked it up to a power drain or a bad line of code from your last mission. But when your limbs started locking up mid-step and your systems spat out unfamiliar alerts, you knew something was wrong.

The moment Wheeljack caught you collapsing in the hallway, optics wide and frantic, you knew things were about to get worse before they got better. He carried you like you weighed nothing, sprinting to the medbay with a speed that would’ve impressed Flash from the DC Universe.

Ratchet was already scanning your systems before your optics flickered out. His voice is grim, “It’s Cybonic Plague.” That’s when Wheeljack went completely still. Not in fear but in that deadly kind of stillness that comes before a storm. “You sure?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “Because if you’re wrong—” “THE DATA IS NOT WRONG!” Ratchet snapped. "Get out of my way and let me try to save them.” But Wheeljack didn’t leave after Ratcher ordered him.

He stayed by your side like a guardian drone, arms crossed, pacing only when the tremors in your frame got bad. He didn’t speak unless spoken to, but the tension rolled off him in waves like a bomb waiting for someone to trigger it. His fists were clenched the entire time, even when your body seized and your vents wheezed like you were drowning on dry air. “I’ve seen ‘bots fall apart in my hands,” he muttered one night, eyes locked on your dimmed optics. “Never thought it’d hurt like this.” His voice cracked for just a second before he stuffed it down.

No one else saw that moment. He made sure of it. But you heard it—through the haze of pain and corrupted data, you heard the fragging heartbreak in his voice. The worst night came when your spark signal flatlined for 4.3 seconds. Ratchet got it back, but Wheeljack didn’t speak for an hour after. Not one word.

He just stared at you like he was memorizing everything in case it was the last time. When you jolted awake with a scream during the antivirus injection, he held you down himself, letting your thrashing scorch the paint off his arms. “Easy, sweetheart. Come on. I’ve got you,” he whispered like a promise.

When it was finally over, and your vitals stabilized, he didn’t cheer like the others. He just slumped into the wall and let his optics close. You’d never seen Wheeljack rest before, it was almost unsettling. He didn’t speak until you weakly reached for his servo, and he took it like it was the most precious thing in the universe. “Welcome back,” he whispered, smiling with that cocky lopsided grin that always made your spark flutter. “Told you you were tougher than scrap.”

Late at night, when the others were recharging and the base had gone still, he’d sit beside your berth and tell you Wrecker stories, a wild, impossible tales of explosive stunts and near-death victories. But there was always a pause at the end. A breath. A moment where he looked down at your frame and whispered, “Nothing I survived out there scared me half as much as this did.”

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BULKHEAD - Autobot

Bulkhead instantly panics the moment you stumble mid-step. You’ve handled worse injuries before, but this was different. Your optics dimmed, and your balance gave out. He caught you before you hit the ground, yelling your name so loud it echoed through the base.

When Ratchet announces it’s Cybonic Plague, Bulkhead nearly shuts down. He’s heard of it, he’s lost Wrecker comrades to it in the war, and the thought of you having it nearly crushes him.

Bulkhead refuses to leave your side, even when ordered to. He snaps, “I don’t care if Megatron walks through that door. I’m not leaving them.” Miko tries to convince him to get some rest, but he just shakes his head.

He strokes your helm gently whenever you’re unconscious. It’s a side of Bulkhead few ever get to see, soft, wordless care. His massive servos are surprisingly gentle, brushing away coolant leaks and static from your face. Sometimes he whispers old Wrecker stories, just to fill the silence.

He threatens to storm the Decepticon base for a cure if needed. When Ratchet mentions the cure once came from Soundwave’s systems, Bulkhead's optics flash with rage. “Tell me where, and I’ll smash my way through if I have to.” The team knows he means it.

When Ratchet tests an experimental antivirus, Bulkhead is the first to volunteer to help. He doesn’t care about the risks. “If it saves them, then I’ll take ‘em all.” He’s the wall that keeps everyone moving forward.

He keeps a record of your vitals and treatment schedule. It’s scrawled in messy handwriting on datapads. “Just in case someone else gets sick. I want them to have a head start.” Even in your worst moment, he’s thinking about helping others.

When your systems finally begin to purge the virus, he almost collapses with relief. “They’re stabilizing,” Ratchet says. Bulkhead just lets out a broken laugh. “You fraggin’ did it, sweetspark!” The first time you speak after recovery, he nearly sobs.

He organizes a celebration after your full recovery, but it's more of a quiet hangout with the team. He brings Energon treats and music, keeping you close. The way he smiles when you're laughing? Pure sunshine.

He starts spoiling you with homemade energon treats. They’re not great. He accidentally makes them too spicy, too sweet, or too burnt. But he tries, and he beams every time you take a bite. “It’s the thought that counts, right?”

Even after you recover fully, he watches you like a hawk. He pretends to be casual, but you catch him staring every few minutes. “What? Can’t I look at my favorite bot?” he teases. But deep down, he’s still guarding your spark with all he’s got.

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Bulkhead had seen a lot in his time, explosions, Decepticon traps, close calls that would make any normal mech fold under pressure. But nothing could have prepared him for the moment you collapsed right in front of him. One minute you were laughing, teasing him about how slow he was on recon, the next, your legs gave out, and you hit the ground with a terrifying clang. “(Y/N)?!” he shouted, running to you so fast the ground shook beneath his feet.

Your optics flickered, static buzzing through your words. You tried to smile. Primus, you tried, but all that came out was a pained whisper of his name. Ratchet didn’t need a scan to know something was wrong. “We need to get them to the medbay. Now.” Bulkhead didn’t wait for anyone else; he scooped you up like fragile crystal, whispering your name like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

The word 'Cybonic' nearly made him drop. He’d heard it before, on the battlefield, whispered like a curse. It was a plague that turned circuitry against itself, shutting down bots from the inside. “ You’re kidding,” he muttered to Ratchet, his voice cracking. But the medic just gave that grim look he always wore when hope was wearing thin.

Bulkhead never left your side. He sat beside your medberth with Miko’s blanket wrapped awkwardly around his shoulders, your servo gripped tightly in his own. He didn’t care if the others thought he was being dramatic; he’d rather be dramatic than alone. Every time your frame spasmed or your systems flickered, he flinched like he’d been hit. It was like watching the world end, one glitch at a time. “C’mon, Y/N… you’re stronger than this,” he murmured on the third day, optics bloodshot from lack of recharge.

His voice was soft, nothing like the boisterous Wrecker tone everyone knew. “You still owe me that race through the canyon, remember?” His laughter broke into static halfway through, and he leaned forward, pressing your servo to his cheekplate.

On the sixth day, your vitals dropped, and Ratchet yelled something Bulkhead didn’t understand, some medical code, some numbers, some urgent demand. But all Bulkhead could see was the way your body arched, seizing, like it was rejecting life itself. “No, no, no! Stay with me, (Y/N)!” he begged, almost in tears. The world blurred, and he wasn’t the strong, dependable Wrecker anymore. He was just a mech in love, losing his everything.

When you stabilized the next morning, he didn’t dare believe it at first. Ratchet hesitated, then finally said, “They’re responding to the treatment.” Bulkhead didn’t say anything. He just slumped forward, his forehead resting gently against yours, shaking. You were still there. You were still here.

The day your optics lit up fully again, the first thing you saw was Bulkhead slumped in a recharge chair next to your berth, snoring loudly, with dried energon streaks staining his cheek. You reached out and poked his shoulder. He jolted up like he’d been shot, optics wide. “Y/N?!” he shouted, voice cracking. You smiled. “Hey, big guy.”

The energon tears shed openly, and unashamedly. Not the silent kind, not the pretend-tough tears. Real ones. He gathered you in his arms so gently it nearly hurt, rocking you like you were the last spark in the universe. “Never—never—scare me like that again,” he whispered. You could feel the tremble in his voice, but beneath all of it… you felt the safest you’d ever been.

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inhan---inhan · 1 year ago

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#2023's #ratchet #transformers skybound #skybound ratchet #ratchet x reader #ratchet x oc #ratchet x you #transfomers #tf #ratchet imagine #transformers wheeljack #transformers imagine

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cybertronian-reader-imagines · 1 year ago

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Imagine femme bot reader being a hugger/cuddler. Femme reader is also lovable, short, and childish, so they get a lot of admirers.

No continuity or characters were given here but my brain just immediately went "Earthspark" and imagined Femme!Reader is also just a really loving and supportive teacher to the Terrans. LOTS of hugs and pats on the back when the kiddos do a good job. Not to mention every single Cybertronian in this continuity needs a hug I stg

Content Warning: Mentions of PTSD in this one. TBF that's probably a warning for a LOT of my stuff - there's robots be traumatized.

The Earthspark!Autobots recruiting a Femme!Autobot who is a smol, energetic cuddler would include...

Optimus has always been pretty casual about giving his cohorts pats on the back/side hugs/etc, but they don't so often respond to him as enthusiastically as you. They see him as this larger than life thing, so it makes him really happy that you're so relaxed around him. Between that and how you make sure the Terrans receive physical reassurance, and the two of you become fast friends.

Elita-1 doesn't really initiate hugs, being more of a words person, but once she adjusts to how physical you are she will crush you with affection in return. She immediately gets the sort of bot you are and recognizes your warmth as strength. She will call anybody out who assumes your childish nature makes you naive. Speaking of which....

Megatron has zero idea how to deal with it when you straight up hug him in front of everybody for the first time, and it shows on his shocked face in a way he may never live down. During the war, he never let anybody that close, and while he's mellowed out a great deal now, most bots would be afraid or at least cautious to try being so affectionate with him. He's likely the most prone to assuming your demeanor means you're innocent, even if you've actually suffered from the war as much as anybody else.

Wheeljack ends up asking you for advice on being more open and warm with Twitch - it's not something that comes naturally to him, and he can tell physical reassurance does her a lot of good. You help him out and in return he often has a new gadget for you as a thank you present... to mixed results.

Bumblebee is the most hesitant around you at first - the last thing they need is another child running about, for Primus' sake. Autobots need to be mature and professional. But eventually, he realizes nothing about your sunny disposition keeps you from doing the job at hand just as well as the rest of the team, and from there it doesn't take him long to get attached.

Arcee is the most like you in disposition AND size, so you two immediately click. She's not as much of a hugger as you, but will respond enthusiastically to a hug by straight up LIFTING you off the ground and swinging you about. The terrans LOVE when you two are teaching, because you're the most encouraging and least intimidating duo of any of the Autobots.

Please, for the love of Primus, give Grimlock a hug. He's not going to openly ask for one, but he needs one badly. He never acts too excited when you hug him but also never backs away or tells you to stop... and you notice the more you comfort him, the more likely he is to come to you when he's had a rough flashback or is otherwise just feeling out of sorts, and not so subtly sit or bend over in a way that makes it easy for you to reach up and hug him.

#earthspark x reader #transformers earthspark #optimus x reader #elita 1 x reader #femme reader #platonic #wheeljack x reader #bumblebee x reader #megatron x reader #arcee x reader #grimlock x reader #what do you mean that gif was a choice shut up #elita 1 could break my ribs in a hug anytime is all

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fanged-fanfics · 4 months ago

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☆ Spark to Heart — Transformers x Human!Reader Valentine's HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Prompt for all of these is the bots reacting to Reader introducing them to the human Valentine's traditions!

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Autobots:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus takes the concept very seriously, encouraging his teammates to try and partake in it to respect human customs. He gets very flustered when you give him a present for the holiday, attempting to hide his blush behind his battlemask as he 'professionally' accepts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Cliffjumper ends up overthinking it a bit. He keeps second-guessing what would be perfect enough. He doesn't want to get something too obvious, but what else is there? What he does rather than a gift is setting up a stargazing date for you both

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ratchet almost wants to skip the holiday, he doesn't really see the point of it. But when finding out it's a way of showing affection, he subtly picks it up. Gave you a heart-shaped box of little energon cubes. Even if you can't really eat them, the thought alone was touching, especially with how embarrassed he was delivering it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Jazz immediately sets out to make you a mix of music. He rapid-downloads all the cheesy human love songs he can find. When listening it to you, he tries to sing along to some of them, only knowing about 1/3rd of the words. It's the time with you that matters, especially seeing you laugh at his attempts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wheeljack immediately begins building something for you, and spends the next few weeks working through lab explosions. At the end of it, he gives you a custom-made gift— a heart that folds out to reveal a ring that ended up being the perfect bracelet size for you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Bumblebee takes to the idea immediately, and he snags a bunch of ideas for human customs. You get practically smothered in flowers he grabbed a servofull of out of a field, and he makes sure you have a plush that's of ample side (to him it was rather small, to you it was almost twice your size)

Decepticons:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Megatron completely brushes off the idea once you tell it to him. A holiday all about love. How cliché, and disgustingly human. And yet, you wake up with a small bundle of roses and a little note waiting for you in the morning, and Megatron just so happened to clear his schedule... just a coincidence, he insists

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Soundwave is rather apathetic to the concept. He barely interacts with bots when it comes to romance, so his approach to humans isn't much different on the surface. On the day of, he has a schedule of hangouts for you to do together all planned out, and a collection of traditional Cybertronian songs for you to listen to

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream absolutely laughs at the notion. That's really something humans dedicate so much time and energy to? So simple, so inane. But... you are free then, right? Because he is, and he supposes there's a spot nearby that would be nice for a lunch. And maybe he picked up a box of those stupid chocolates that are in all the human commercials. Don't look to much into it, he says

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shockwave looks at it from, of course, a logical view. He tries to think about how societally it makes sense to prioritize those types of relationships, even if he's never really had time for them. He'll also show up day of with a little bowtie and an invitation to dinner for you. It's customary to have a date, and he tells you outright that you were his first pick

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thundercracker might not see the point, but he's absolutely down to hang out with you. You've been his favorite human since the beginning, why not? He doesn't really know what to do, but any time you make a romantic gesture to him, he flushes in blush and ends up nervously and very gently holding your hand

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Skywarp takes the opportunity to have fun, inviting you out with him the second he knows it's free time off of work. He offers to take you for a flight, out for some pranks, really just anything you want to make the most of the day. At the end he even gives you a gentle kiss atop your head as a thanks for the fun

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selfshrimping · 6 months ago

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family photos are real awkward when your boyfriend and older brother have almost killed each other multiple times

#hes like those dads that remind you they own several guns when you go out with their daughter #tf self insert #tf selfship #transformers oc x canon #transformers selfship #transformers self insert #tfp selfship #tfp self insert #tfp bulkhead #tfp breakdown #tfp miko #tfp knockout #tfp wheeljack #tfp ultra magnus #abigail van der heide #self shipping community #self ship #selfship #selfshipping community

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autonomousroboticorganism · 6 months ago

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AVA (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader

summary - you're listening to 'AVA' by Natalie Jane, and your partner reacts to you singing certain lines out loud as a prank

warnings - i changed the lyric 'who the f*** is Ava' to 'who the hell is Ava' just to make it slightly more appropriate, NOT implied cheating, just a funny lyric prank. if you have short hair, i put (other) there for you guys. if your name is Ava, please use another name in the song lyric 😭

a/n - out of all my drafts, this was a nagging idea i had. i will not lie, i was half asleep writing Soundwave's and Shockwave's. There's so many of them to write for, it takes a while so shhh, let soft Shockwave be for now

OPTIMUS PRIME

Optimus had been on Earth longer than most Autobots, but he was still fairly new to most of human culture. He had learned some since meeting Jack, Raf, Miko and you, but he was still confused about a lot of the things humans did. Like now, for example.

You walked into base with your wireless earphones in, under your hair/(other), so Optimus couldn't see them. You were humming a tune, before you suddenly belted out words that confused and alarmed the Prime.

"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"

Optimus's optics widened because you looked up at him just as you sang that, and because he didn't know it was just a song he went through every recent scenario in his processor, trying to find where he'd met an Ava. If he even knew an Ava. You noticed the slightly worried look on his faceplates, and pulled one earphone out.

"Optimus, are you okay?"

"I do not know," he admitted. "I can see you are upset with me."

"Huh?" You frowned, confused. "I'm not upset with you."

"What about this 'Ava'?" He questioned. "That you think I know. Because I am lost, (Name). I do not know an Ava."

You realised what must have happened, and suddenly started laughing. Optimus frowned, even more confused now, but waited for an explanation from you.

"Oh my gosh, you're so cute," you giggled, taking both your earphones out and stuffing them in your pockets as you made your way over to him. "My sweet, sweet Prime, there is no 'Ava'. I was listening to a song, and those were lyrics from the song. I didn't mean to make you panic, my love."

Optimus visibly relaxed, a smile forming on his lips again, "That is.good to hear. But I now question what you choose to listen to."

Your jaw dropped, because that is the closest Optimus would ever get to insulting something, "Are you saying my music taste is bad?" You were stunned. Nothing had prepared you for this.

Optimus chuckled, "Maybe you should listen to songs with nicer words. That do not imply infidelity."

You laughed at that and let him scoop you up so you could give him his daily dose of kisses. He, being oddly bold today, asked for more and cited your distressful prank as a reason, to which you only laughed more and obliged.

BUMBLEBEE

Bumblebee knows about Earth music. He's listened to it before, and Raf also introduced him to some new genres. Unfortunately, he still does not realise that lyrics are just lyrics, and in your case do not mean a thing.

It's been a quiet week for the bots, so your great idea to make the base livelier was a prank war. So far it was going in the humans' favour, but the bots were quick learners. They had some pretty creative ideas for pranks, as you and the other human kids found out.

Especially Bumblebee, that guy was a menace. It's always the quiet ones.

After you'd been terrified by a fake spider and turned to run away, only to get a face full of pie, you suddenly got an idea. It was one you'd had for a while, but you hadn't planned to use it until now.

You walked into base the following day, your hair/(other) covering your earphones, and walked up to Bumblebee. Before he could greet you, you launched into song, putting on your best impression of anger.

"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"

If Bumblebee's optics could get any wider, they probably would have. He instantly beeped and whirred in a panic, rushing to you and shaking his servos and helm frantically. Saying he didn't even know an Ava, and he would never evem dream of having another girl when he already has you. He was so cute and sweet about it that you kind of felt bad.

"Bee-"

He interrupted you with more beeps and whirrs, hurriedly trying to reassure you that he was so attached to you and you only that he doesn't even acknowledge the existence of other girls, except maybe Miko but that's because her existence is hard to ignore. That made you giggle, and you shook your head with a smile.

"Bee, it was a prank."

He beeped, what.

You laughed even more at how offended he got, "Baby, I know you don't know an Ava. That's just a song I like to listen to. After the fake spider fiasco yesterday, I figured I owed you one."

He whined, but that's just mean!

"So is pranking me with the very bug you know I'm terrified of!"

He claimed this was different, and admitted that for a moment he was afraid you were serious and you were going to leave him and he would have had no idea why. He called you mean again, saying you hurt his feelings, but that last part you could tell was more teasing.

"Aw, I'm so sorry my baby," you cooed, beckoning him closer to offer him kisses. "I just wanted to get my very crestive prankster boyfriend back. But I promise I will never do it again."

He hummed satisfactorily.

SMOKESCREEN

Smokescreen is so cute that you almost don't want to prank him. He's been nothing but sweet, adoring and loving towards you, and it makes you feel guilty that you want to play what seems like a mean prank on him. But Miko encourages you, saying Smokescreen isn't that sensitive and will actually appreciate the prank since it will liven things up around the base.

You weren't so sure, but proceeded with the prank anyway. Plugging in your earphones and hiding them with your hair/(other), you played the song and walked into the main area where everyone was gathered. Miko hushed Jack as he was talking to her, confusing the poor boy.

"(Name)!" Smokescreen lit up, excited to see you as always. He had no idea that you couldn't hear anything he said.

"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"

"~I bet she's dyin' to date ya, and be your entire world~"

You had pulled out your earphones to hear his response, only to listen to him sing the next part of the chorus. Your jaw dropped, as did Miko's and everybody else's.

"Plot twist," the younger girl commented.

"Smokescreen, what?" You blinked, confused. "That's not how this was supposed to go."

Your boyfriend chuckled, kneeling down to get closer to you, "Sweetspark, pretty girl, light of my life, you didn't seriously expect me to not see through your little prank? I cling to you like glue! So I wouldn't know an Ava, because everywhere you've been, I've been."

"I...yeah, that's true," you sighed. "Oh well."

"Also, I may have learned the lyrics to all the songs you like," he admitted, his faceplates heating up, "I figured it might come in handy if you ever wanted to belt them out while I was driving...I could at least do that with you too."

Your cheeks burned, a warm feeling filling you, "That's... actually incredibly sweet, Smoke. Now I feel even guiltier."

Smokescreen lifted you up onto his servo and shot you one of his brightest smiles, "Don't be! I think it's cute that you tried to prank me, baby. But you underestimate just how much I know about you."

"Clearly," you laughed, then leaned in to kiss his faceplates. "You're cuter. Come on, show me stuff you like then. I want to learn yours too."

And the others didn't see you two for the rest of the day.

KNOCK OUT

Knock Out doesn't care very much for human culture. He's only into the vehicles because they look good, but other than that he's not a fan. However, since becoming attached to you he has found himself growing intrigued by the things that you did. You were cute, and everything you did was cute in his opinion.

The one thing he knows the least about, though, is human music. He listens to the radio occasionally, and sees some movies at drive-in theatres, but he doesn't listen to any music. Still, he can be pretty devious when he wants to be, and can flip the situation around with ease - after all, he is a Decepticon and trickery is their brand.

"What did you do while I was gone, darling?" The red mech asks as he finally returns from yet another mission.

You, with one earphone in and one out, immediately launch into song, "~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"

"Ah, yes, you found out," he didn't miss a beat, "That's my other human girlfriend I go see when I'm not here."

"Knock Out!" You glared at him and tried to look for something to throw at him.

He chuckled and came over to where you were sitting, "Pretty girl, you started it. Like I told the Autobots' humans, you can't con a con. But it was a cute attempt."

You huffed, crossing your arms, "You're just mean!"

"Oh, I'm the mean one?"

"Yes!"

His expression softened, a rare side of him coming out as he gently lifted you up into his servos, being mindful not to poke you by accident.

"You are my only human, you know that," he spoke softly, gently, "And will only ever be. I can barely tolerate any other."

For a moment you side-eyed him, much to his amusement, but then you caved and uncrossed your arms, eyes meeting his blood-red optics.

"That was actually sweet, Knock Out. Thank you," you smiled.

"Sweet enough to merit a kiss?" He grinned deviously.

"Of course," you leaned in and went to kiss his faceplate, but he had other ideas.

That being turning his head so that your lips met his own instead. Cheeky Decepticon.

WHEELJACK

He is both the easiest and hardest target for this. On one hand, he knows absolutely nothing about humans and your culture, but on the other he is so faithful thst pranking him with a lyric implying unfaithfulness was going to be difficult. He didn't care much for humans, but you were his favourite, so why would he ever go for another?

Still, you thought it would be funny to try. Your mischievousness was one of the reasons Wheeljack liked you so much, and if you weren't planning something he would be suspicious. The problem was...each day you had something different. He could never predict what you were going to do next. He both liked it and felt uneasy about it.

He had just returned from rescuing June and Fowler from Knock Out, when you decided to hit him with the damning lyrics.

"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"

Miko tried her best to hold in her giggle, Jack and Raf shaking their heads in dismay. Wheeljack stopped in his tracks, his optics landing on you, who was glaring at him - or at least pretending to.

"What did you say, sweetheart?" He came over to the railing.

"~I bet she's tryin' to date ya, and be your entire world?~" You tried to sound confident, but the second part of the chorus came out more like an uneasy question.

Wheeljack smirked, "That so? Well tell Ava she can get lost. I'm already dating someone, my very troublesome little woman."

Your cheeks burned, "You're no fun."

"It's cute when you cause trouble," he chuckled, "But when it comes to you, I don't play." He scooped you up and put you on his shoulder. "Now come on. I'd rather not have to stick around with the commander." He briefly looked at Ultra Magnus before carrying you off.

"You gonna tell me what happened?"

"Nah, your little prank lifted my mood. Don't wanna bring it back down again."

You grinned triumphantly, "I cheered you up?!"

"You always do, sweetheart."

SOUNDWAVE

You didn't even get a chance to try. The silent mech was notorious for knowing about everything that happened on the ship, so you knew that there was a slim chance of you getting away with your little prank. That and the fact that Soundwave didn't seem like the type to engage in such a trivial human activity.

But you got lucky eventually. Well, lucky and unlucky. After a crash landing, Megatron had infused the ship with Dark Energon, and it had turned on the Decepticons. Even Soundwave had been shut down, which was a very rare occurrence. So when everything returned to normal, and Soundwave rebooted, he was not exactly as aware or alert as he usually is. He needed to power down properly, get his systems back in order, before he returned to his duties. However, him entering his berthroom yielded an unexpected surprise.

"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~" You sang, and for once you caught the Decepticon off-guard.

In this state, Soundwave was disoriented. He could not differentiate between prank, joke, or serious accusation so he immediately assumed the worst. Because he had been shut down, he thought in the time that had lapsed he had somehow woken up and done something to upset you.

Did I meet someone new and just do not remember it? Appeared on his visor. Followed by a worried-looking emoji. I am sorry.

That's how you knew Soundwave was not okay. He would usually either dismiss your prank entirely, or shake his helm in dismay st your antics. But he never, ever fell for them, and now you felt bad.

"No, no, no," you quickly shook your head and rushed over to him as he sat down on his berth, a little wobbly. "It was a prank, I'm sorry. You don't know an Ava, I know that. Are you okay?"

Need to reboot systems, he typed. As my one and only human, I require you to stay with me.

"Of course, Soundwave," you rested against his chassis when he put you there. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

And you smiled at the 'one and only human' part, even though you had already known Soundwave was extremely loyal. But it was always nice to hear/read.

SHOCKWAVE

You don't even try to prank this guy. First of all, he's too busy working all the time to entertain your pranks, and secondly you're too nervous to prank him because he's so intimidating. You might be dating him, but even you are a little scared of him still.

So you're sitting on his table, near one of his tools, and you have your earphones plugged in. A song you like starts playing, and you hum along to it for a few seconds before you unintentionally sing the chorus out loud.

"~Who the hell is Ava? Is she the other girl?~"

Shockwave looks up from his work, a little confused by those words, "I do not know any human except for you. I would not know who this...Ava, is."

Your face burns, "No, no, it's just a song. It's not real, even I don't know an Ava. Never knew one. I just like the song."

Shockwave tilted his helm, puzzled by why you would like a song that explores the theme of unfaithfulness and a girl's boyfriend being pursued by another girl. Humans were weird.

"I do not understand."

"That's okay," you smiled at him. "Never mind. I'll keep it down."

Shockwave shook his helm, "No need. Your noise does not disturb me. Carry on."

That was as close to "I like hearing your voice" as you'd get with him, so you nodded and continued to listen to your songs. Smiling at the fact that his first reaction was to reassure you that you were his only human.

"You are cute."

That casually-thrown compliment was jarring, and you looked up at the scientist, "What?"

"Me simply reminding you that you alone are mine made you smile. That was cute. Is that not the word humans use?"

"No, no, it is, I'm just not used to hearing you say it."

"Your argument is logical."

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tftessa · 1 year ago

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It was just a dream... or was it? 😎

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maliciouscottonball · 19 days ago

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Hear me out on the platonic Autobots what if someone or something was trying to break into the little one's House what would the reaction be 🤔!

Surprise Houseguests (Part 2)

Platonic Yandere! Autobots x GN! Human! Reader

Wordcount: 3255

AN: Thank you so much for the ask!!! It’s my very first one!!!! I wanted to write something fitting for the occasion so it took a bit longer than expected. I decided that a second chapter situation would be best to explain because I’m a certified yapper. It's a bit darker than the first part but I like it. I’ve been learning how to read and write in Cybertronian so I know for sure what I’m talking about. 😎 I like to think of the sound of Cybertronian engines as being like cat sounds. There are purrs, soft hums of life, startled silences, and roars and the scientific explanation is that it’s actually because they’re all my little meow meows. This hasn’t been beta read so please forgive any mistakes!

TW: Soft yandere behavior that turns significantly less soft at some points, the home offense system, robot violence, murder, medium stalking instead of light stalking, Optimus loving grammatical accuracy, silly alien robots being silly and significantly more creepy than last time

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Your Cybertronian lessons were going very well and you were learning quite a bit. You were progressing much more quickly than you expected. It was probably helped by the fact that since your mouth physically can’t pronounce anything in the language, you didn’t have to worry about that aspect. You were able to read simple stories and understand sentences with the words that you were learning. It certainly helped that you had a team of native speakers thrilled to help any time you called.

Optimus was especially pleased with your progress. He would wait for your call every Friday evening, the day your schedule allowed you to finally stay up later than usual. It wasn’t like you had much else to do in such a small town in the middle of nowhere. His brutality in battle increased a hundredfold on those days, to the point where after watching him tear apart soldiers with his bare servos because he was angry that he might be late for your call, many Decepticon teams simply refused to fight any Autobots every seven solar cycles. Megatron was not happy but after reviewing recovered battle footage, understood and scheduled accordingly. It was better that way for everyone involved. Optimus was always very excited to teach you the meaning of new words and phrases and slowly transitioned his stories from English to Cybertronian. A former Iacon archivist was probably one of the best language, history, and culture tutors that you could’ve dreamed of. Optimus was an expert and it was the reason that he always spoke so formally. You remember during one of the visits that the team made to your home, he told you, “Even in the face of grave danger, there is always a place for eloquence, proper grammar, and correct syntax.”

You thought that he was joking. He, in fact, was not. He would affectionately correct your grammar and spelling in the messages that you would send him and always encouraged the others to do the same. He kept multiple copies of your messages in his hard drive, as did the rest of the team with their messages from you. Even though they were horribly spelled and sometimes borderline indecipherable in the beginning, they were deeply cherished. The younger and less mature bots would show each other each message before recharging, gushing about how cute and sweet you were, even when you were trying to have serious conversations with them. The older bots denied it but they listened in and found it endearing.

You had started making memes in a mixture of Cybertronian and English and sending them in a group chat to Bumblebee, Windblade, Jazz, and Wheeljack. You had tried to explain why they were funny to Ironhide, Optimus, and Ratchet but most of the time, they just looked at you with the most perplexed, mildly concerned, and very supportive expressions imaginable. Most of the time when you showed Ratchet your memes, he just stared at it for a little bit, patted you on the head, told you that he was glad that you were enjoying yourself, and started teaching you how to do a new type of basic repair on a Cybertronian. Ratchet was good at redirecting you into more familiar territory and the old mech was much more gentle about it with you than anyone else. You’d get the occasional chuckle from Ironhide and Optimus when you showed them but they seemed to enjoy just listening to you talk about anything and everything.

Something that both Optimus and Ironhide enjoyed significantly more than memes was playing games. You would play simple Cybertronian strategy games with them. It was rare that you won and the occasions that you did win were usually based on luck. That didn’t mean that you didn’t enjoy it. Quite the opposite, actually. You loved having them give you tips on what to do next and sometimes you would play as poorly as possible, just to get a reaction from them. You liked the stories about who Ironhide used to play the games with on Cybertron before the war. His voice would get soft and nostalgic. He seemed much more relaxed. It reminded you of how Optimus spoke when he was telling you a bedtime story. You enjoyed listening to Ironhide’s war stories while he drove you around but there was something so calming about his stories from before the war.

You liked Windblade’s stories too. You hesitated to go on rides with her at first because of how much she liked doing tricks to impress you but cruising at a steady altitude through the clouds with her was nice. You’d get much less nauseous that way. She did that quite a bit when she figured out that you liked it. You liked hearing about the titans and how she spoke to them. You thought that it was amazing that she could talk to such massive beings and that they’d understand her. Her perspective on the war was different than that of the mechs on the team and you liked hearing about what she had to say. She was the only femme that you knew and you liked spending time with her once she figured out how to handle you properly without scaring you.

Bumblebee and Jazz both loved goofing off with you. You’d watch movies and TV shows together and make plenty of commentary on the characters. You’d mostly end up laughing through whatever you were watching and making even more memes to go with them. You liked spending one on one time with each of them too. Bee would go racing with you through backroads and empty streets, keeping you buckled up tight as he sped around with you squealing and laughing in delight. He loved hearing you laugh and seeing you happy. Jazz would only occasionally speed around on your drives together. He would get you a treat to eat before he cruises around with you sitting in the luxurious interior of his alt mode, listening to old and new favorite songs with him. You would spend time finding new songs for each other every day and saving them up for when you inevitably went for another drive. You had playlist upon playlist of music to choose from with every genre imaginable. Jazz was who you went with if things were busy and you needed to escape from your worries for a while.

The Autobot team had been in contact with you for eight months before something went wrong. It wasn’t what was expected. The raccoons continued rummaging through your trash, even after the improvements made to the cans by Wheeljack and Ironhide. It had actually gotten worse after a month. You complained about it to Jazz while you were chatting with him on a call and he decided to see how they managed to do it that night while he was on watch. Jazz contentedly watched the feeds of each camera in your house while monitoring the surrounding area. He was watching your leg twitch in your sleep and recording it to show to Ratchet (just in case it was cause for concern, he rationalized) when there was abnormal movement detected outside where you kept your trash cans. He stopped recording you and then started watching the live footage from outside while starting a new recording.

There was a man digging through your trash.

A human man.

Unacceptable.

To his horror, the man went around your entire house and tried to open every door and window.

Something had to be done.

Jazz immediately woke Optimus and Ironhide and showed them the footage. The enraged roar of the Prime’s engine, the blaring of his horn, and the smell of the ominous black smoke billowing from his exhaust pipes were enough to startle the entire team awake, as well as the vast majority of the inhabitants of the town they were staying in.

The team abandoned their mission and immediately started driving back to your house at first light. It could wait. You could not. Optimus had wanted to start driving immediately and not stop until they had arrived but Ratchet had convinced him to reluctantly let the team finish their recharge. He sat in his alt mode and seethed the entire night. He couldn’t recharge. How could he ever recharge in that kind of situation? Someone was bothering his little one. Someone was creeping on you and he and his entire team were too far away to protect you. The flamethrower at the front door was disabled and the rest of the defense systems were made for raccoons and Decepticons. You were defenseless. The rest of the Autobots didn’t recharge all that well either. It was understandable. Trying to relax feet away from a Prime ready to eviscerate a member of the species that he swore to protect is not an easy task.

On the familiar road back to your home, it was eerily quiet on the comms. The only time that anything was said was an hourly report of your whereabouts and activities, plus the occasional update when you messaged a member of the team. Optimus’s spark ached when you sent him a message about how you picked up some of the oil that he likes at the auto store. You really had no clue how much danger you were in and were just going about your day like usual. You really did need the Autobots to protect you.

When the team finally made it to your town after a few solar cycles, Optimus sent Windblade, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, and Ratchet to your home to guard you. As much as Optimus wanted to see you as soon as possible, he had something to deal with first. Ironhide and Jazz were going with him to help handle the situation. There was also the added benefit of you not being able to see him while he’s angry. He knew that his size made him intimidating under the best circumstances and he didn’t want to scare you with how upset he was.

Jazz had been tracking the man bothering you from the second that he showed Optimus and Ironhide the footage. He may be a more laid back bot but that didn’t mean that he let things like this slide. The man was going to hurt you. Jazz was not going to let that happen. If the angry energy radiating off of the Prime was bad for team morale, the cold energy from Jazz was worse. They were used to the mech being friendly even in life or death situations.

Ironhide wasn’t about to let anything happen to you either. He had been teaching you self defense and would always affectionately refer to you as his little cadet. He would only let you use a low power blaster under the strictest supervision but he called it your training time. When you were done, he’d give you one of the treats he found during his missions and tell you how well you did. It was a nice change of pace for him. In his eyes, you were already an Autobot and he was known for keeping his team safe. He was less angry and more determined to eliminate the threat so that everything would go back to normal.

The rest of the team didn’t know the details of what was going on but they knew that you were under threat and the cause was a human. That was all they had to know while keeping a careful watch over you. Bumblebee figured that you didn’t know about the danger you were in and kept you close. He would peek through the windows as you got things from your house and make sure that you were no more than fifteen feet away from an Autobot at all times. You didn’t know why your friends were being so clingy but you were happy to be around them.

Windblade didn’t take you on any flights that day. You found it strange but you figured that she was just shaken up after a particularly bad mission. You were happy to try your best to comfort her and the rest of the team. You pulled up some funny videos that you had watched while they were gone and watched them on a data pad with her while she worked on one of her blasters and you worked on a small craft. You both giggled at some of the funniest parts and you were proud of yourself for making her smile when you gave her the necklace that you made for her. Her spark melted when you talked about putting felt on the back of the pendant so it wouldn’t scratch her finish. It was impossible for her not to smile around you but she didn’t tell you that. She wanted you to feel special.

Wheeljack occupied himself by improving your home defense system. There were going to be no more silly features that allowed you to turn them off outside of an extreme emergency. He sat you on his shoulder during less dangerous parts, explaining the intricacies of Cybertronian engineering to you. He spoke in Cybertronian for some of it and it was clear that he thought that you were further along in your studies of the language than you actually were. You didn’t understand most of what he was saying but you were happy to be included. After a few hours of intensive engineering lessons, he playfully shooed you away when he had to get advice from Ratchet on which weapons system would be the most effective against organics.

Ratchet was surprisingly calm about everything. He gave you a check up and made sure that you hadn’t been hurt while they were gone. He was concerned about the random small bruises that regularly showed up on your legs and even more so about the fact that you didn’t know where they were from. He quickly realized that they were simply from your clumsiness and made you take an iron supplement while you watched him make small repairs on the team’s equipment. It worried him a bit that you were so prone to becoming damaged. He would have to research methods to keep you safe from yourself.

Jazz gave the location of the man to Optimus and Ironhide. The man lived in a cabin much deeper in the woods than you. Ironhide figured that living away from other humans was the man’s only redeeming quality. It would make neutralizing him much simpler. The three mechs transformed into their bipedal modes, not bothering to conceal themselves from the man. They could see his startled face peeking out from one of the windows and Ironhide and Jazz were equally startled when Optimus tore through the cabin like it was tissue paper to get to the man.

He snatched up the man, engine roaring once more and internal temperature rising to the point where he could smell flesh cooking in his servo.

“You dare treat our little one like a creature to be preyed upon?” His voice boomed.

Optimus’s digits were crushing the man. It was difficult to tell at first but the man’s ears were bleeding. The sheer volume of the Prime’s rage had burst his eardrums. Ironhide and Jazz simply watched. They had all lost so much. They had sacrificed everything for their cause. It was okay to be selfish for once. It wasn’t even that selfish, Jazz had told Ironhide on the way back. They were taking care of you. You needed them to protect you from a threat to your life and happiness.

Squish.

Optimus crushed the man in his grip with a twitch of his digit. He then dropped the man onto the forest floor. The man had somehow survived and was simply staring up at the bots. There was a satisfaction in the Prime’s eyes that made the man even more afraid. The man couldn’t hear anymore but he could see. He could see the pleasure that the mech took in watching the life drained out of his body and all he could do was look up at him. Optimus stepped back and Ironhide took his turn standing over the man. Ironhide raised his blaster and glared down at the man.

BANG.

Suddenly, the problem had been solved.

The man hadn’t even left behind a corpse. He was incinerated by the shot and there was only a smear of carbon on the forest floor. Jazz stomped out the flames licking at the edges of the blast and seemed content. You were safe again and he was very happy with that. He gave a friendly smile to the other two mechs. He made sure that all of them were clean of any blood or unpleasant smells before they made their way back to your home. It was important that you didn’t know anything about their methods of protecting you. It was for your own good and none of them wanted you to be afraid of them. They wanted you to still want to be around them.

Optimus hummed a Cybertronian lullaby on the way back to your house. His mood was lighter as he walked back through the woods, back to you. You looked up from where you were sitting with Wheeljack when you heard the song rumbling from in the trees and your face lit up. You recognized the tune when you heard him from the times that he sang you to sleep with it and you eagerly ran up to him while telling him how much you had missed him and the others. That cheered his spark even more. He lifted you up in his servo, listening to you chatter at him and loving every second. He carefully ran a digit along your head and back, watching how you relaxed while he rubbed your back and smiling down at you. It was all that he could do to not coo at your cute behavior. He would never allow any harm to come to you. You were their perfect little one.

You enjoyed your standard routine of learning and relaxing with the Autobots for the duration of their visit. They were even more doting than usual. You didn’t find it strange. You were just happy to hang out with them. You followed them around like a little duckling and acted very sweet towards them, just like always. You were such a wonderful human and they all adored you. The team had to leave after a few days and seemed much better off after their mini vacation with their favorite human. They resumed their regular communications with you and got back to their missions.

Optimus was a quiet mech outside of battle. His tendency to quietly look at and organize data hadn’t changed, even after millennia of war. He was reading a report while half listening to you and Bumblebee chatting over a call. It was comforting and gave him a sense of normalcy. He loved hearing your thoughts and ideas. You were so young and naive, especially compared to them. It was so refreshing to him and his team. Optimus smiled when he heard you excitedly tell Bumblebee that the raccoons were finally leaving your garbage alone. He gave Ironhide and Jazz a knowing look. Ironhide was doing maintenance on his blaster and Jazz was checking over the surveillance cameras in your home. They both returned his look with smiles. He and the Autobots were keeping you safe and they would continue to do so.

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