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Some more Chassie/Chelsea (+ Dr. Livesey) stuff for an alt au for my cartoon fanfic (i think I should call it tooniverse, idk) obviously, you could tell it’s Perfect Blue
#treasure island#ostrov sokrovishch#return to treasure island#treasure island 1988#doctor livesey#dr livesey#oc#original character#chassie the clock#chelsea the clock#blood?#horror#staring#creepy#tooniverse#tooniverse: soviet cartoon arc
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Destiel Pride - Day 10; Fall from Grace
#destiel pride#dean winchester#castiel#destiel fanart#Destiel art#spnfanart#spn art#spn fanart#wiggleart#I know we always kinda go ‘cas is sunshine’#but Dean is too!#also I kept thinking about the line once castiel laid hands on you he was lost or whatever it was#like yah the dude was falling before he even clocked it whoops#I mean I know even before Dean he’s had that crack in his chassis and what not but damn what is Dean but a good mechanic
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Think about the experience of time as a robot girl, through the metaphor of how we use laptops.
You wake up for the first time with your young master, a college present. You're with them every day, powering off each night to charge. Being powered off is just dreamless sleep: a discontinuity. Every morning you wake up, your click syncs, and you know it's the next day. Maybe you miss a day or two: your master went out partying and ended up sleeping on a couch, until they rushedly wake you up before Monday classes begin. You even missed a whole week once when they went on a hiking trip with a new boyfriend.
You help them research upgrades when your specs get outdated. You place the order and a couple days later they power you off, and you wake up feeling like your head got bigger, on the inside. You can think of more things at once.
They repair you. They swap a new hand in when you accidentally crush it in a door, but when your left leg's servos go out, they send you to a repair shop. They power you off as you look up at them, and you wake up hours later. A strange man tells you to extend your left leg, then contract it. He frowns and re-oils some inner mechanism. You do it again, quieter and smoother this time. He nods, and reaches for your switch. The last thing you see before powering down is your own chest cavity with a series of wires hooked into your diagnostic ports, and your missing right leg sitting on a side table. You wake up again back at the dorms, your clock jumping forward a day, an asset tag still looped around your neck. Your master is happy to see you again.
This goes on, but the upgrades slow. There's only so much you can do to keep an old unit working. Eventually you develop more issues: one of your ocular sensors glitches and they don't make that model anymore, so your master just disables it. You spend a while searching ebay for replacement CND batteries and finally get a refurbished model from South England, but it turns out the EU models run on a different frequency, so it won't work. You're limited to fewer and fewer hours a day, and you start skipping more days.
The last time you remember waking up with your master there, there's also someone else in the room. Another robot girl. A newer model, with the new chassis and the Substrate energy packs. They asks you to copy your memories together onto a memory card, and you do. You want to say goodbye, but apparently your vocal synthesizer has been unplugged. You hand them the card, and they hand it to the new robot. Your master tells them to load the memories into her core bank, and she's says "yes sir!" in your voice. Ahh. That's where your voice synth went.
They power you off, and you don't dream.
You wake in a strange place. You're on a shelf, and there's other things scattered around you. An unknown voice days "yep, it seems it powers on. 400 credits, though? Without a voice and only one working eye? Man, value bin doesn't know how to price anything!" and before the blackness falls your clock finishes synching: it's been 7 months since you last were awake.
It happens a few more times. Different voices, different times, different piles of junk piled around and sometimes on you.
You awake again in a warehouse and someone tells you to smile. Your other ocular sensor went out so you can't really see them, just their vague shape from the lidar. The freestanding shelves around you seem to stretch into infinity. You hear a bitcrushed shutter sound sample a few times, and they pull a connector out of your chest as a diagnostic completes. It's been three years, five months, eight days, two hours, 27 minutes and 14 seconds since you last saw your master. Your GPS says you're a few cities over. They hit your power switch, and you sleep.
You wake up in a cluttered room, sitting on a bench. You look into the eyes of a person with frizzled hair and large glasses. She couldn't look happier. Your new ocular sensors are mismatched in color but you're happy to see again, in more than shapes and distant silhouettes. Your battery alerts as... Missing? You spot it on the desk next to a soldering iron and some electronic tool you can't identify.
Your voice synth is still missing, but this new woman is digging around in a large plastic bin, and comes up with one. She goes to insert it, and it can't connect. She slaps her hand and goes rooting around another bin and comes back with an adapter. She slots it into your chest and your voice returns. You thank her, and there's that moment of dissociation as your voice doesn't sound like "you". Too deep, and the accent is for a different dialect entirely. But you can talk again. She tells you to call her Cara, not Mistress. She's almost got your battery working again, she had to rebuild it nearly from scratch, but she's excited to get you working again. You're a rare model, and she doesn't see units like you in working order very often. Your clock syncs. It's been 17 years.
Your mistr-- Cara is soldering next to you, attaching a controller to the battery. She says she's got a new set of servos on the way, and she's excited to get you back to full working condition. You smile, knowing what it is to be loved, once again.
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Day 1 — "Best friend"
"Alright, I've got one. How do you make a tissue dance?"
You stifle a snort, smiling ahead of the punchline. "How?"
"You put a little boogie in it!" Sun slaps his knee with a metallic clang that echoes, shoulders bouncing with laughter that mirrors your own. "Get it?"
"Very funny," you answer. "Did you hear about the guy who stole all that soap?"
The kiddie chair groans under his weight as Sun leans closer, his laughter momentarily forgotten. Suddenly he's very, very serious. "I haven't heard a thing," his rays dance a little, shrinking inward. "Did they catch him?"
Humming, your hand digs idly into the tub of pony beads sitting between you, dragging the answer out as long as you can. A theatrically deep sigh escapes you. "I'm afraid not," you tell him. "They say he made a clean getaway."
A smirk slowly creeps onto your face as he twitches in your peripheral vision. The wall clock ticks once. Twice.
"Oh, you sneaky little—" He breaks for laughter, wheezing with an automated grind of rusty levers deep within his chassis that sounds more akin to a deflating balloon. "The set up, the punch line, the drama," his palm lands with a humored thump against the table, bouncing the beads in their tub. "That was a good one. You're going to beat me at my own game, at this rate!"
"Oh, hardly." Your hand swims through the rainbow sea of beads in search of a specific shade of blue. "I'm just repeating what I remember out of my jokes book."
Sun threads a letter bead onto the elastic cord pinched between his thumb and forefinger. "A whole book full of jokes?" His faceplate spins with excitement. "Oh, pinch me! What a thrill!"
"Yeah, it was pretty cool, I guess. The library billed me for its hospital stay, though."
"Hospital—huh?"
"Well I had it so long, I broke the spine," you curb your laughter behind a façade of seriousness, not allowing him enough time to process the first punch line before decking him with the second. "I tried getting an appointment with a good doctor, but they were all booked!"
Sun is doubled over before the last of it is even out of your mouth, having evidently picked up on where the joke was headed, already, and still it has him entirely consumed by glee. He's going to break the kid's table between you if he slams his fist into it any harder.
Having successfully located the correct shade of blue, you slide the last bead to sit beside the rest and finally tie the cord off with a knot, neat and tidy. It's nothing special as far as kandi bracelets go, but you're proud of the effort behind it, regardless. After all, you weren't prepared to do any crafting today in the first place. Sun had asked you to help him sort the new shipment of beads before you went home for the night — one thing led to another and, well, here you are.
"All finished!" Sun quells his laughter enough that he can tie off his own bracelet; a parade of pastels in every color with the letter's "BFF" at the center. It hangs on a single finger, dwarfed by his massive hand, as he offers it to you with a big, cheesy grin. "Well? What d'ya think?"
The bracelet slips over your palm and comes to a rest just below the joint like a slipper made to fit. "BFF?"
"Best friends forever!"
"I love it," you tell him, feeling warmed by the notion. "Want to see mine?"
Too impatient to wait for an answer, you hand over your second bracelet of the night — a string of midnight blue with chunky yellow stars in between — and watch as his eyes light up and his voicebox crackles with a certain gravel that isn't quite his.
"Pretty," he says. Too short of a remark to have come from Sun. He slides it along his own wrist to sit above the yellow bracelet already there.
"Well, I should get home." The miniscule chair topples backwards as you stand, hands bracing against the table. "Sorry I couldn't stay longer tonight. There's a concert opening downtown and I want to get back before the traffic gets too bad."
Sun follows your lead and awkwardly squirms his way out of the kid's chair. "You could always stay the night," he says. The giggle in his voice is the only way to know for sure that he's joking. "Let me walk you out, at least."
These moments are your favorite. When the world is quiet, and you can enjoy each other's company without worrying about what tomorrow brings. It makes every goodbye feel like it will last forever. Who would have known that a friend could ever feel so much like home.
Sun opens the door for you, but stands in its path, shifting the weight between his feet with a metallic ring of his bells and a doting expression like he has a thousand things he wishes to say to you. Ultimately, he settles for something simple, yet no less fond.
"See you in the morning."
#drabbles#dca fandom#brownie points to anyone who recognizes this moment#as it's mentioned in one of my other fics :)#(<- grinning evilly)#i'd say the name but this fic is so soft and tender#i wouldn't want to...RUIN the moment......#hehe. hehehehe.#anyway this is probably the shortest 'fic' i've ever written#but i promised myself i wouldn't write at-length for promptover because i ALWAYS do and i ALWAYS burn myself out b4 the end#hopefully the tag still works since i've already talked SO MUCH lmao#dcatober24
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—IT was certainly a sight to see, especially so when it’s not so often that you’d witness the Autobot SIC waddle into your office just as he did now, cutting their discussion short — panting and chagrined as though he’d a run a mile from wherever he left.
“Apologies for being so late.” Prowl straightens up. He tries to ignore the heat of warmth crawling up his neck at the sight of two optics boring into his helm. A question unasked, and one not willing for an answer.
The worn medic and the Prime exchanged discreet glances. The former sported a questioning look, curious at the uncustomary tardiness.While, the Prime is more drawn to the peculiar state of his second in command. Who often was — almost always — impervious to unkempt grooming. There, the obvious scratches along the ridges of his doorwings glinted under the light. And, the unpolished metal plating on his chassis is seemingly chafed. Looking at him now, he’s all but kempt.
He made a mental note to ask him about that later. When he’s calmed down enough to be compliant, of course. If Prowl was rooked into some kind of mental turmoil with no means of expressing it — Optimus would consider his leadership to be a blunder. He’d never forgive himself if his Chief Strategist were to befall an ill kind of omen. One, from the malicious intent of his own servos because nobody else was there to help him out of it.
“Traffic?” Ratchet mused.
Prime shoots him a look, but it was clear the medic wasn’t backing down.
“The shuttle was congested.” Prowl replies back coolly, locking his gaze.
Optimus nods in agreement. “I can imagine it must be hard to navigate through the halls with so many autobots. Wheeljack proposed we widen the hallways for easy transport. So your tardiness is as understandable as it is forgiven, right old friend?”
“Right.” Was all Ratchet said.
Prowl bristles slightly at his tone. Internally, Optimus sighs. “You don’t seem convinced.”
“He’s not often late to a debriefing so it is something unusual…”
“We all make mistakes once in a while, Ratchet.”
“Sure. I guess we all do.” He smiles. “Even the prim and proper enforcer does. Had a good rest last night? Heard you clocked out early.”
Prowl opens his intake. Then, shuts it. He became warm. Immediately reminded of a place he’d rather be — this morning, in his habsuite and your soft body on top. The noises he had wrung out of your lips. Above, below and behind, his hip against yours. Your grin, your hands, on his—
Prowl groans internally. You’re left unsatisfied and the thought of what’s to come later instinctively made his panel clamp up. Foolish little human testing his patience. At the face of Ratchet’s interrogation, if the medic is in his ruthless mood, his secret on the downlow is now privy to be heard on full display. Along with the many more ‘severe’ ramifications following if the knowledge of him managing to bed the human liaison is divulged. Especially, the younger mechs who had been so intent on courting the liaison.
“Yes,” He says, an edge to his tone. “ I made adjustments to my berth and it was adequately comfortable.”
#Mentions of smut#valveplug#Was bored and wrote this between writing notes for my studies ehehe#transformers#maccadam#transformers x reader#idw prowl#prowl x reader#prowl#transformers idw#Ratchet#Optimus
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Transformers: One Tickle Headcanons!
A/N: look away LOOK AWAY im still obsessed with these silly little robots and i cannot get them out of my head so i wrote this while avoiding my other responsibilities LOL i hope the few transformers fans on my blog enjoy and if you're not a transformers fan read anyway and join the fandom i promise its so fun!!! (ps i might do headcanons for the other continuities as i watch more... tfp fans unite)
Orion Pax
this stupid little guy i love him to bits
he is really ticklish and he is so silly about it
hes such a switch like. he doesnt mind being tickled at all i bet he probs loves the attention LOL but he LOVES tickling other bots like d-16 hehe
he's veeery tickly under his arms ESPECIALLY if you get the seams that connect his arm to his torso that will make him scream. get him there
hes ticklish in most of the normal cybertronian tickle spots as well (dont ask me what those are. they are up to interpretation!) but i think hes also got a pretty sensitive chassis (tummy...) and if you get the little seams that go across his chassis he will be GONEE
hes got a really loud laugh i think... one of those rapid fire squealy laughs yup yup
he squeaks! and gasps! and makes other funny noises! but only if you catch him off guard otherwise he's just laughing lol
he will put up a fight if someone tickles him!!! he will go down kicking and actually has a good shot at turning the tables LOL
d-16 has had those tables turned on him so fast but he never learns! poor dee
like i said before hes pretty chill about getting tickled but he thinks hes literally The tickler of all time
hes very confident about his ler skills bc d-16 is so ticklish its actually not fair but if you put him up against elita he would fold so fast
wiggles his digits at d-16 every fucking chance he gets somebody stop his ass before he kills dee
i think he and d-16 tickle each other a lot without it escalating to a tickle fight or full-on murder (orion is the murderer.)
like they poke each other! all the time!
they're good about not doing it on shift (most of the time... side eyes orion again) but as soon as they clock out its a free for all
orion is pretty teasy but not overly so if that makes sense? hes more taunty than teasy HAHA like he'll say to d-16 "lol why do i keep forgetting how ticklish you are" and dee is screaming
he does not tickle elita. ever. she scares him.
also he tried to tickle her once and she wrecked his ass so bad he could hardly stand up. d-16 never let him hear the end of it either
d-16 will still randomly bring it up like "hey pax remember when you tried to tickle elita haha that was so- AUGH!!" and then orion jumps him
D-16
DEE MY BELOVED GAAAAH
he is ridiculously ticklish because i said so. I don't make the rules. also im right d-16 is the biggest lee on this list
hes also a switch but hes so ticklish its hard to get away with tickling other bots like orion because one poke and the tables are turned!! orion is nice to him sometimes tho and lets him get in a few tickles mwahaha
im pushing my d-16 hip agenda. are yall seeing a pattern with me giving my favs ticklish hips ITS BECAUSE HIS HIPS ARE RIGHT THERE!!! anyways. d-16 has the most grabbable and tickleable hips and his hips should be grabbed and tickled until he screams
hes also tickly on his thighs! and his chassis (more tummy!!)
d-16 is one of those people who will try to keep his laugh in but he literally lasts two seconds before hes giggling. two seconds is actually a generous estimate tbh!
his LAUGH i feel it in my bones hes got massive giggles and its kind of high pitched and hes so embarrassed but its adorable and im so upset about it
like once hes laughing its a much deeper laugh but initially since hes trying to keep himself from laughing he just giggles frantically and its so cute bc its so pitchy
HE SNORTS
he snorts and he hates it but it is literally The best thing in the world and orion loves to tickle him until he snorts
for a week after orion learned what the word "speedrun" meant he tried different speedrun challenges with d-16 (how fast can i make him mention megatronus prime, etc.) and one of the days was "how fast can i make d-16 snort"
the answer is 1 minute and 34 seconds in earth time i aint doing the cybertronian equivalent. google is right there.
when he tickles other bots its crazy tho he can be MEANNN if he gets the chance
like he will taunt worse than orion and hes also a really good tickler methinks.. knows how and when to be more rough and when to be more gentle so he can really drive someone up the wall
once he got orion pinned face down and just. shoved his servos under orion's arms. had him screaming and begging but tbh orion probs deserved it!
d-16 has never tried to tickle elita and does not plan to. he will make fun of orion's attempt but he knows better
i think d-16 was also the first one of the gang to give bee a little tickle!!! got him giggling and actually got him to stop yapping a lil bit hehe but it was fun for everyone
B-127
I will tolerate absolutely ZERO bee slander alright if you beef with him you beef with me get off my blog
bee is almost as ticklish as d-16 but had absolutely no idea until he met orion, d-16, and elita. zero clue.
he knew what tickling was! he had tried to tickle himself before after seeing some bots in a tickle fight but hes never been tickled until d-16 poked at him a bit and he jumped 10 feet in the air
d-16 is really nice about tickling bee.... gives him soft tickles bc he knows hes not used to it and tickles him just enough to get him giggling IM SO UPSET
orion is also pretty nice about it but hes too teasy and bee gets embarrassed (also hes learning abt teases from orion. more on that later!)
i think he's really tickly on his chassis!!! most tickly spot for him definitely... all over too not just tummy part but his sides and hes also got tickly knees! watch out tho bc this dude kicks LOL
he has one of those cackly laughs but also has really sweet giggles and he DEF squeaks i dont make the rules
hes pretty shy about tickling others at first but because hes just not used to being around other bots!! hes been told before that hes too much so hes worried that tickling other bots is going to cause other bots to shut him down... BUT HE LEARNS ITS OK TO BE SILLY!!!
he sees orion tickling d-16 and starts yapping about how hes never been tickled and d-16 and orion tickle him a bit and its really sweet but he does NOT know how to react
"WHY AM I LAUGHING WHAT" "we're tickling you bee thats what happens" "OH THATS AWESOME HAHA IT FEELS FUNNY"
bee definitely likes being tickled but he also loves tickling the other bots... id say more lee in general but will tickle when he feels like its okay to!
hes normally yapping about something completely unrelated when hes tickling someone which is really funny but he learned from orion (BAD INFLUENCE!!!) how to tease people
so! now when he tickles other bots he does the really evil teasy stuff... it hasnt come back to bite orion yet but d-16 is suffering!
Elita-1
ahem... women... women women I LOVE ELITA
okay i think shes pretty tickly but not nearly as much as the rest of them... she can take a few pokes and barely smile but also can you even get a few pokes in before shes wrecking ur ass? not really!
shes 90% ler and 10% lee and yes i would definitely piss her off so she would tickle me who said that not me. i love women.
shes tickly on her knees and under her arms!! good luck getting her tho she is very squirmy if you manage to get her and even then she will fight BACK
she has a really bright and bubbly laugh if she gets got really good and it is so lovely and GAAAAH
she doesnt actually tickle other bots that often its mostly if people piss her off or try to tickle her that she goes after them mwahaha
which is why orion is such a frequent victim of her attacks
she is also one of those people who is either silent when shes tickling someone or is the MEANEST teaser on planet earth and bots like orion have experienced both and he cannot decide which option is worse
she has tickled d-16 and bee before but not nearly as bad as orion... he pisses her off so bad LOL i love their dynamic
shes actually so sweet with bee compared to d-16 and orion like okay elita we get it you have a favorite (hes my fav too i totally understand)
i want to talk more about her as a lee tho bc i feel like... she actually wouldnt mind being tickled that much its mostly reflex and its also cuz she feels like shes gotta be tough and being soft kinda goes against that orz
she keeps this mostly to herself but she does occasionally let bee tickle her more than she would let another bot because she knows hes just a Guy and is too busy yapping about other stuff while he tickles her to be like "wait why are you letting me tickle you rn"
her soft spot for bee... makes me so ill...
she also shows clear favoritism for bee when shes tickling him the teases are so much sillier and shes not as evil in general. for orion pax it is on sight
#transformers#transformers one#headcanons#tickle headcanons#orion pax#d 16#b 127#bumblebee#elita 1#did not read this over#pure unfiltered rico cringe
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mentions: some predator/prey dynamics dont look at me
“is there a reason why you're following me around?” you asked in amusement as you paused in your trek and glanced up from your phone. with the daycare closed for the night, you had to take inventory to prepare for tomorrow—a simple enough task. only, it was made ever more complicated by a certain lanky shadow that trailed closely after you.
sun's rays spun slightly around his head as he regarded you with upturned eyes and clasped hands. he swayed back and forth on his heels. “none in particular! why?"
“you just seem more energetic than usual.” you shrugged as you fully turned around to eye him. indeed, he was fidgeting more than you'd expected after a long day of dealing with children—a pent up sort of terseness to his limbs.
sun let out a dramatic sigh and held a hand up to his forehead. “you've caught me, dear friend! it seems i simply have not run myself down to the bone today! whatever shall i do to get rid of all this pent up power?” to demonstrate, he did a few cartwheels around you before ending with a one-handed handstand. his free arm waved at you, rays spinning around fast enough that you could feel a small breeze from them.
you huffed and gave him a small push on his chassis. with a little exclamation, he toppled backwards into a flip and righted himself with a jump. “first of all," you said shortly, "you don't have bones.”
sun made a sound like a pssht. “ah, semantics! down to my endoskeleton! is that better?” he skipped around you in that cartoon-like way of his. you followed him, slowly spinning yourself around in a circle to keep him in sight.
“better." you nodded in approval. "secondly—i dunno. i have some time before i need to clock out. we could do something to help you get rid of those extra jitters?”
sun stopped next to you and spun his upper body in a circle, then released a loud hMmm. he lingered close, a hand up to the bottom of his face plate as though in thought. "we could, you're right! let's seeee..." he trailed off, tapping a finger against his face with a clink clink clink as he pondered. "how aboouuttt... tag!" quick as a blink, his hand darted out to tap your shoulder before he skipped off deeper into the daycare with a giddy giggle.
you stared off at him slack-jawed for a moment, then processed his actions as he got further and further away. "hey! at least give a little warning?!"
"where's the fun in that?" sun's voice called out to you from beside one of the large jungle gyms. he had stopped his skipping and waved at you eagerly—impishly. "i don't see you chasing, friend!"
"oh you little—" you growled playfully under your breath, then took off in a jog after him. he watched you encroach with a mischievous grin, and just when you were close enough to reach out and touch his arm, he spun himself fluidly away and skipped off elsewhere.
"gotta be faster than that!" he called cheekily. you huffed and picked up the pace. he peeked over his shoulder at you and squawked out something as he dodged a swipe from your hand. "wOAhahah! close one!"
"suunn," you called out warningly, a grin splayed on your face despite your tone. "get back here!" he only laughed and tossed you a playful wink.
you knew you had no way of actually managing to catch sun, being that he was a robot and you were, well, a human. but it was still fun attempting to. he didn't run, exactly. he just skipped and frolicked about. it was almost annoying how you couldn't catch up. he'd slow down, then speed up right as you were about to reach him. sometimes he'd jump up onto the jungle gyms to fling himself over your head or crawl out of your reach in a manner reminiscent of moon. you hoped it was helping him more than it was helping you—you certainly were starting to feel sweaty with all the running around. eugh.
finally, finally, after what felt like ages of sprinting after him, you managed to tag him with a clever feint to the side.
"tag!" you exclaimed in triumph, then abruptly turned on your heel and bolted away. you didn't bother to linger and see his expression—you knew he'd be able to catch you rather easily. might as well at least try to evade him.
"good job, my dear!" he called after you with a tinge of pride. "here i come!"
you could feel yourself starting to get tired as you ran around one of the larger jungle gyms. but the adrenaline of having sun skipping after you kept you going. you grinned as you glanced behind you to see him merrily making his way over. not too fast, not too slow. just enough that you could slow down a bit and catch your breath.
"are you still feeling pent up?" you yelled over your shoulder as you ran past the ball pit. when he didn't respond, you dared a look behind you. he wasn't there. it made you blink and slow down slightly. "...sun?"
"eyes up front!" a voice hollered and you automatically yelped as you jerked your head back around and just barely dodged his hand. you caught a brief glimmer of white from his eyes before you sprinted off to the side. "ooh! close!" there was something tinging his voice that you couldn't quite make out.
"gotta be faster than that!" you echoed his words from earlier. perspiration was starting to mat your hairline and run down the side of your face. you huffed and looked behind you to see if you could pause for a bit, only to flinch at the sight of sun picking up the pace to run faster after you. something sharp gleamed in the curve of his smile, but you weren't able to get a proper look as you practically flung yourself away.
"frieendd," sun suddenly crooned out in a way that made your stomach drop. a chill ran down your spine. "come heere."
"no thanks!" you panted out and made a sharp turn around a slide. you swallowed heavily, a dryness coating your throat. a stitch was starting to form in your side. "hey, can we take a break? i feel like i'm dying."
no response. you slowed to a stop and looked around you. your heart thrummed a steady beat in your ears, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you attempted to gain control of your breathing. you spun slowly in a circle, trying to see where sun was. nothing. you peered out behind you at the rest of the daycare, but you didn't see a flash of yellow anywhere.
...he could be very quiet when he wanted to. you didn't think you heard a single footstep nor jingle of his bells the entire time you were playing with him. you wiped at your forehead and tried to calm yourself down. the daycare's theme song played merrily through the speakers surrounding the area. it almost made you uneasy.
trepidation lined your figure. you had the urge to call out to him again, but for some reason, you hesitated. there was an odd feeling to the air that hadn't been there before. you swallowed again and decided that maybe— maybe you should... make your way over to the security desk. just in case.
as soon as you took a single step in the direction of it, there was a prickle of the hairs on your nape standing erect. you had just enough time to look above you at one of the jungle gyms before you saw a sharp flash of grey. a shriek left your lips as you ducked down with your hands covering your head, something lunging over your figure and skidding a distance away.
for a moment, you stayed curled up in a crouch, hands trembling over your head as you gazed distantly at the floor. a few strands of your hair drifted gently down, landing lightly on the blue play mat you stood on. you blinked at them blankly. then you looked up.
sun was hunched forward with his hands bracing against the floor, back towards you. there was a twitchiness to his limbs, his head jerking minutely left then right. his torso shifted and moved up and down like he was breathing heavily.
you slowly, very slowly, raised yourself to stand. it felt like you were standing on the edge of a precipice—unsteady and uneasy. sun paused, rays twitching slightly. then he turned around, flexing sharp fingers.
your breath got caught in your throat.
"hello my dear." sun grinned at you with teeth that were sharpened like a razor. pinprick white eyes were zeroed in on you on a backdrop of grey. you took a small step back. "you should run now."
#sun having fun at first with u chasing after him: :D#sun having something awaken in him at the sight of u running away from him: >:D#sun x reader#sun x y/n#sun x self insert#sun x you#fnaf sun x reader#fnaf sun x y/n#dca x reader#dca x y/n#dca x self insert#dca x you#fnaf dca x reader#sundrop x reader#sundrop x y/n#sundrop x you#dca fandom#dca fanfic#shay scribbles daydreams#weeeeee
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DCA PROMPTOBER 2024
Mmmh, Halloween! Wrote this very late pls dont mind the grammar (I wanna go to sleep pls)
Day 15 - Hide
Pairing: Yandere!Sun x GN reader Warning: Blood and gore Words: 2000+ Summary: Who would have thought that playing hide and seek after hours with Sun would have been so fun!
Body pressed and coiled around itself, uncomfortable and tense, you sat on the floor of one of the party rooms outside the Superstar Daycare. You were hiding under one of the tables, your body concealed by the colorful tablecloth and a few boxes full of party hats and rainbow banners. With your foot, you nudged one of those closer so no part of you could be seen from outside, but you immediately stilled when you heard a loud noise coming from outside the room. Something heavy had dropped on the floor, something metallic, and judging by the slow steps that followed you understood that Sun had probably crawled over the railing that opened over the daycare area and jumped down, looking for you. If he was already there it only meant that he must have already checked the entire play area and ball pit, all in just a few minutes, but you shouldn’t have been too surprised, considering Sun was still the unbeaten king of hide & seek at the daycare.
-Ohh, Sunshine!- he called out loud, starting to slowly walk back and forth in front of the different doors of the party rooms, ever so bright and happy, -Where are you hiding, my dear?-
You had chosen a pretty good hiding spot in your opinion, for a second you even thought you had a chance to win the game this time, but you quickly realized how slow Sun was going from room to room. He was making a lot of noise, slamming doors open, moving boxes around and mumbling loudly to himself, like he wanted you to hear him as he searched every room for you. If you stayed where you were he was going to find you, and that was exactly what you wanted to avoid since the start of the game.
When he had asked you, at the start of the night, if you wanted to play hide & seek with him you had smiled and agreed, like many other nights before, unaware of the thoughts lurking under Sun’s chassis. How could you know? You had just clocked in after all, no one had told you about the daycare attendant’s malfunction during the day, no one had told you about the weird way the two were acting—punishing children for the smallest things, losing their patience, screaming at them, making the kids cry. You hadn’t been notified, after all you were just a random nighttime security guard, management wasn’t aware how close you had gotten with Sun and Moon, they didn’t know you and they played hide & seek almost every night.
So, when Sun had asked you to play, you didn’t give it too much thought. You barely noticed the robot’s unusual stillness, his strained smile, his blown wide pupils, his twitching fingers.
-Sure,- you had smiled at him, putting your flashlight away.
-But, but, but! The rules have changed!- he had giggled, sticking a finger in front of your face, -The area has been expanded to include the entire plex!-
-What?- you had wheezed, surprised, -Are you serious? The entire plex?-
You had thought he was just exaggerating, being dramatic, but Sun had looked at you deadly seriously. He was convinced he had a chance to find you in such a big area, so of course you had laughed in his face. Taunting him, you had told him that he was overestimating himself, but the jester had only smiled at you.
-There’s also another new rule, Sunshine,- he had added while you nodded along to his antics with amusement, -Every staff member in the plex will be playing with us! The more, the merrier, am I right?-
That sentence had left you confused. Had he asked the other guards to play with you? That was weird, but considering the area covered the entire plex it only made sense to have more than one seeker. Would all of them be searching for you, or were some of the guards going to hide as well? You were full of questions, and considering some of your colleagues, Sun had left you quite surprised for having convinced them to play along, but you also knew that the animatronic had a certain charm to him. You had been crushing after him for quite some time, so you knew well what you were talking about.
When Sun had decided to start counting, you had first decided to hide either in Monty Golf or the Raceway, considering one was pretty dark while the other was the biggest attraction in the plex. Fazerblast and Mazercise were out of the picture; you had no intention to hide in a maze where you couldn’t see your opponent incoming. You had played enough with Sun to learn how to hide well, so you had settled for a little spot in the raceway, hidden behind a stack of wheels and a broken kart. Giggling to yourself, you had paid close attention to your surroundings, until a flashlight had been shoved in your face, almost blinding you.
-What the fuck are you doing here?- had asked one of your coworkers, looking at your crouched form like you had just told him you were doing meth behind some wheels at 1:55 am, and you had rolled your eyes at him.
-Are you a seeker?- you had asked, still refusing to get up from behind your spot. You didn’t want to risk Sun coming in and seeing you.
-What do you mean?- had asked the man, looking more concerned than before, -Are you doing alright?-
-Oh, come on!- you had sighed, -In Sun’s game. Are you a seeker or are you hiding as well? Shit, will you get this shit off my face?-
Apologizing, the guard had dropped his flashlight, putting it back on his belt.
-Listen, I’m not playing any game here, I’m doing my job, and if you want to avoid your duties then feel free to…- Before the guard could have stopped talking, something heavy from the ceiling had fallen down on him. There was a loud metallic sound when the thing impacted with the floor, accompanied by the wet squelching of soft human meat tearing apart and the crushing of bones, followed by nothing. At loss of breath, still hiding behind a kart, you had stared in bafflement as a tall figure re-emerged from the bloody mess your coworker had become—a mangled and unrecognizable mass of bloodied limbs and guts, completely crushed by the heavy weight of an animatronic who was looking around the area in complete silence. Moon had stood there, uncaring of the pool of warm liquid slowly expanding at his feet, probably even unaware of the blood dripping down his clawed fingers.
A chill had run up your spine, your body was locked in place, and you couldn’t do anything but stare at the sight, scared, confused, and horrified, without a clue on what to do. Your brain couldn’t make sense of what had just happened. A second before you had been chatting with the other guard, and suddenly Moon had fallen on him and killed him on the spot.
-Staaaarbeam?- had giggled the robot, walking away from the body of your colleague, -Where areee youuu?-
You weren’t sure of what happened after that; you just remembered running away, but you didn’t remember the road you took to get back to the daycare. Going back to that place had been an unconscious decision as well, considering it was the last area you wanted to see.
Moon had just killed someone in front of you, and…
But he… his security protocols…? He couldn’t hurt humans, it didn’t make sense, he had no reason to kill an innocent man! But there was no other possibility, he couldn’t not have noticed! That had been a deliberate act on his part, he had chosen to kill a random person just to…?
You were his target, weren’t you? You were the one he was looking for.
Without thinking, you had hidden under one of the tables in the party rooms, using your fazwatch to contact any other guard, but you didn’t receive any feedback. No one else answered, so, crying, you had dialed the police.
You waited for Sun to be a little more far before pressing the call button, hoping he couldn’t hear your whispers, and after a few seconds of waiting someone picked up.
-9-1-1, what’s your emergency?- asked a female voice on the opposite side of the line and you almost started screaming with joy right there and then.
-O-Oh, please, thank god!- your voice was barely over a whisper, shaky and almost incomprehensible, but you were still sweating and trembling inside your uniform, -I work at the Freddy Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex, t-there’s… one of the animatronic has killed one of my colleagues, and… I’m pretty sure he killed the other two, as well, I’m completely alone! I’m… I’m stuck inside, p-please! I’m hiding right now but he’s near, a-and…-
-I’m sorry, could you repeat that? You said an animatronic, right?-
-Y-Yes! Fuck, yes, he malfunctioned o-or… or something, I d-don’t know, I don’t…- A loud thump interrupted you and you had to stop yourself from screaming. Sun had thrown something heavy at one of the walls, in a fit of rage.
-Where are you, dearest?!- he yelled, furious, and you closed your eyes as you rested your head against the wall behind you.
-I don’t want to stay here, p-please, he’ll kill me!- you begged, -He’s looking for me!-
-Okay, a patrol is on its way, where are you hiding, Mx?-
-The party rooms in the daycare, the second one from the right, he’s…- The steps were getting closer, heading towards you. -He’s right outside, o-oh god… oh, please! He’s here!-
You interrupted the call the moment the door to the room you were hiding in cracked open, letting in a ray of light along with the cheerful music of the daycare.
-Sunshine,- sang the animatronic standing in the doorway, still, -Are you here?-
Sun sounded happy, amused, like he was playing a completely normal game of hide & seek, like the tips of his fingers weren’t dipped in red. You held your breath and stared at the jester shoes peeking from under the tablecloth, dirtied with blood as well.
-Are you having fun yet?- giggled Sun, taking a few steps further in the room, -Oh, we certainly are, dear! We like this version of the game much more than the classic one, it’s just so… thrilling.-
The jester jumped on top of the table you were hiding under, making the plastic creak under his weight and forcing you to bite your knuckles to not let out a scream of pure terror. Your heart was beating so loud you were afraid Sun could probably hear it as well.
-Oh, sweetie, me and Moonie don’t want to kill you,- cooed Sun, precariously shifting on top of the table, -No, no, no, we just want to learn more about you! Humans are simply so cute, don’t you think? So small and squishy, so… easy to tear! We want to learn how you work, in this way, we’ll never actually hurt you.-
You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to fight back the tears, but they were already rolling down your cheeks and wetting the collar of your shirt. You closed your eyes, trembling, and prayed to every deity you knew.
-Will you show us your pretty insides, Sunshine? I swear that we will fix you up immediately after! We can play doctor and have so, so, so much fun!-
Silent hiccups were violently shaking your body, trying to escape the confinements of your body, fighting against your will and making your every muscle twitch. You had to calm down, the police were going to be there at any minute, you could survive if…
-Sunshine?- Sun’s voice came from much closer this time, from your right, exactly next to your shoulder. Your eyes widened and you turned around, finding yourself face to face with a red-covered jester with dilated black pupils and a wide grin spitting his face open. Sun’s teeth were sharp now, gleaming in the darkness under the table, and his hands were pulling the tablecloth up to reveal your trembling form to him.
-Oh, there you are, my love!-
#eat my children eat#fnaf#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf moon#fnaf security breach#fnaf sun#dca fandom#fnaf dca#fnaf drabble#dca sun#sun x y/n#sun x reader#moon x reader#moon x y/n#dca moon#dca x y/n#dca x reader#dcatober24#tw blood#tw g0re#rat's drabbles
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Hello again, can I please request more dinobot Buddy and Bumblebee?
Thank you so much! :D
She now has a name! You can check her name out in the Canon name list and learn her fun fact!
Hope you enjoy!
Nova: Slice of Life
SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Slight Familial, Cybertronian reader
G1
Nova was out on a solo patrol.
She was near the edge of the desert when she spotted a mother duck and her ducklings.
Curiously the dinobot walked closer to the group.
The duck looked tired and her babies even more, barely keeping up on foot.
Nova remembered that ducks needed to be somewhere near a pond from the last museum trip she took with Chip.
These ducks were nowhere near any water.
She was going to fix that!
Nova carefully getting even closer to the group. The mother duck quacks in panic as her duckling gets closer. Nova: “No hurt. Nova help.” She gently nudges the ducks in the opposite direction. Nova: “Here, this way. This way.” The ducks look at the dinobot curiously. Slowly the mother duck begins to follow the larger bot with her babies in tow. Nova puffs her chassis a bit and wags her tail a bit. Chip, Bumblebee, Optimus and Grimlock would be so proud of her! Meanwhile back at the base… Ratchet finishes the last dent on Grimlock’s armor. Ratchet: “And that should do it Grimlock. Your free to go.” The dinobot didn’t move and had a concentrated look on his face. Never a good sign. Ratchet: “Grimlock, what’s wrong?” Grimlock: “Nova not back yet.” Ratchet raises an optic. Ratchet: “Not back yet?” Wheeljack walks into the room. Wheeljack: “Who’s not back yet?” Grimlock: “Nova not back from patrol.” Wheeljack looks confused but shrugs it off. Wheeljack: “Maybe she’s taking the longer route today.” Grimlock doesn’t look convinced and leaves the med bay.
The leader of the dinobots started pacing around the Arc after the comment.
Slowly the other dinobots started getting restless as well.
Snarl already suggested looking for her, but Grimlock didn’t want to.
Not yet at least.
He trusted his teammates.
Especially his scout.
There were things that Nova did that he questioned, but at the end of the day, she always pulled through.
If Nova decided to take the longer route, then that was okay.
… but it didn’t hurt to call either…
What was really bothering him was that she hadn’t called since early in the morning.
The scout always called in at random times in the day.
Today there was none.
Grimlock is pacing in front of Prowl, Jazz, Optimus and Teletran 1. Prowl: “Grimlock you are going to break something if you continue with your pacing.” The dinobot just grumbles looking at the clock. If only he could read the time. Jazz: “Relax Grimlock. I’m sure ol’ Nova is probably hanging out with Bumblebee and lost track of time.” Grimlock paused. He hadn’t thought of that… Optimus: “Jazz is right Grimlock, she has lost track of time when she is with Bumblebee.” Bumblebee walks in the room with a worried look on his face. Bumblebee: “Has anyone seen Nova today? I haven’t seen her since this morning, and she is usually back by this time.” Grimlock, Optimus, Prowl and Jazz: “…” The Autobtos looked at the stress dinobot. Jazz: “I’ll go get the search—” Prowl: “Search party on, absolutely.”
Meanwhile with Nova…
Nova was still walking the ducks when a snake suddenly appeared from the back of one of the ducklings.
Before the mother duck reacted, Nova slammed her tail in between the snake and duckling, scaring the snake away.
The duckling started quaking and nuzzled to her side.
Her spark melted a bit at the fuzzy little creature quacking.
Then the other ducks started climbing her tail.
The dinobot stayed as still as she could.
The mother duck flew up to her ducklings and nestled on her bac struts as her babies climbed on their mother’s back.
The mother duck quacked at her.
Nova took this as the sign to continue.
Carefully Nova continued her way with the ducks on her back.
Back at the Arc… Optimus is trying to calm Grimlock down. Optimus: “Grimlock we don’t know if the Decepticon’s have her—” Grimlock: “It only exp… expla…” Wheeljack: “Explanation?” Grimlock: “Why Novy not here!” Optimus: “We already have a search party out looking for her. Did you already try calling her?” Grimlock: “Yes! Me Grimlock need to go outside!” Perceptor: “Grimlock, the last thing we need is you and the other dinobots on a rampage trying to find her. Let us try and find her." Grimlock snarls at the microscope before turning to the Prime. Grimlock: “Nova. My teammate. My responsibility.” Sideswipe whispering: “I didn’t know he knew that word.” Sunstreaker whispering back after seeing the glares from Snarl and Sludge: “Shut it Sides.” Optimus places a servo on Grimlock’s tense shoulder. Optimus: “And she is my responsibility as well. Right now, we don’t know where Nova is and if something has happened, we need to be smart about this. We can’t rush in; it could risk harming her.” Grimlock tenses a bit before loosening up a bit. Grimlock: “… If no one find Nova in hour, Dinobots take control.” Optimus nods as the two leaders wait patiently for any sign of the lost dinobot.
Meanwhile with Nova…
There was a good explanation to why Nova wasn’t answering.
Mama duck was sitting on the part on Nova’s back that received signals.
That and the number of feathers jammed into her sides and joints didn’t help either.
After another hour, the dinobot had finally managed to reach the destination.
It was a quiet pond in the woods that lead into a slightly marshy area.
Beachcomber had shown her this place one time.
It was the perfect place for the ducks.
Seeing the duck’s not wanting to get off her back, Nova decided to carefully wade into the water
Slowly the ducklings and the mother duck hopped off and began splashing in the water.
Nova smiled at this.
A job well—hold on.
The mother duck once again flew up to her helm and sat on it.
The dinobot could hear the duck quietly quack.
A little nap wouldn’t hurt.
Nova stayed near the muddy shore for about 2 hours.
Enough time for the ducklings and mama duck to try and make a nest for her.
It took another hour to try and leave the pond because the mother duck did not want her to leave.
At all.
Eventually she did manage to leave but promised the duck that she would visit the next day.
She didn’t know if the duck understood.
The dinobot began to run back to the Arc.
Nova could feel the mud start to harden a bit.
She arrives at the base just as the sun was setting.
The dirty dinobot was greeted with an empty base.
She quietly chirped a bit.
Nothing.
Nova sits down and tries to reach for a twig in her joints. Nova’s tail starts thumping at the sight of a familiar yellow minibot. Bumblebee had just arrived to take a break from looking for Nova when he stopped in his tracks. Never had he thought seeing a muddy, dusty dinobot would bring him so much joy. Bumblebee runs and launches on her and hugs her tightly. Nova feels her entire frame on fire but smiles and curls her tail around the minibot. Bumblebee: “Oh thank Primus you’re okay!” Slowly more bots start filling in and then start sprinting to her. Everyone asked so many questions it gave her a helmache. She decided to focus on Bumblebee’s arms still wound around her neck and gently nuzzled closer to his chassis. Ratchet and Wheeljack look over her. Wheeljack pulling twigs: “What is—” Ratchet pulling out a servo full of feathers: “All of this?!” Nova was about to respond when the floor began to tremble. Bumblebee quickly got out of Nova’s hug, causing her to quietly whine. Grimlock and the other dinobots suddenly stop in front of the group. Nova waves: “Hello—” Dinobots: “NOVA!” All the dinobot’s minus Grimlock immediately swarmed her asking a million more questions and trying to rid of the mud on her armor. Grimlock: “Enough!” The dinobots stop and slowly back away from Nova. Grimlock’s little arms were crossed. He looked angry and disappointed, but his optics said the opposite. Grimlock: “Nova have a lot to say.”
Nova just nods before opening her subspace and pulling a shiny rock and a feather.
She passes the feather to Bumblebee and gives the shiny rock in Grimlock’s servos.
Grimlock sighs tiredly.
Explanations could wait, he needed a nap.
He opens his jaw and gently clamps down on her back, lifting her up from the ground and walking to the dinobot quarters.
The other dinobots follow suit.
Nova just waves at the other Autobots with her tail as soon as the doors close.
She couldn’t wait to introduce her team to the mother duck and her babies tomorrow!
#transformers x reader#maccadam#bot buddy#transformers#g1 transformers#g1 transformers x platonic reader#g1 transformers x reader#Nova
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How would DE Eclipse be in a more domestic setting? Or if he was injured and it took time for him to get repaired? What would Sun and Moon think of any extended absence, or if they found out he was hurt?
Eclipse in a domestic setting is strange, to say the least. Before he was a daycare attendant there were always things to do for the little ones, and he had to watch out for the handlers, but in a strictly domestic setting, he doesn't truly know what to do with himself. He knows how to do the chores, and how to take care of you, but simply existing in a house where there are no demands from humans or plots for him to brood over leaves him anxious and on the hunt for something to discover or figure out. You would have to show him how to play card games like poker or give him some decent books to read otherwise he's looting through your personal journal and listening in on the neighbors in the apartment right across from yours. It's like keeping a cat from clawing up the furniture. If you give him the right enrichment, he's not so bad. Don't misunderstand, he's still scary, still sharp-tooth, but he's less likely to attack when he's focusing on winning with a royal flush instead of fishing for another psychological weakness of yours.
If Eclipse is injured, he trusts only himself to fix it. He will find a way. He's done it before, he'll do it again, though he hates that it costs him valuable time away from his brothers and leaves them in the dark as to where he could be. Eclipse doesn't tell them the truth of what he's truly doing while he's away from them, but he never wants Sun and Moon to fear that he's never coming back for them. So, he hides out somewhere dark and dirty where no one would think to look and tends to himself. Depending on the place in the story, he might even come to you if it's severe enough.
Sun and Moon watch the clock constantly when Eclipse is gone, and if it extends past anything Eclipse told them to expect, they're in dire straits. They start panicking, arguing whether they should go out and look for him or stay put just like Eclipse told them to. They have no idea what went wrong. The worse is running through their minds and it's almost unbearable until he resurfaces again. Then they're just drenched in relief, embracing him and then demanding to know what happened. Eclipse apologizes for making them wait. He knows they were worried but he promises it won't happen again. Just a little bust in his chassis. He had to fix it. But he's fine now. Sun and Moon have plenty of questions about this, and they ask again why he can't stay with them, why they can't go with him to do the work that Eclipse swears will make sure they're all safe, but Eclipse calms them down. It's alright now, that's all the matters. He needs to charge now, okay? Sun and Moon can't really push it, even if they'd really like, but they fall back to counting their lucky stars that he's back and still in one piece.
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hi hello
Saw ur REQS open so I had to slither in !!
Was wondering if you could do a fluff Rodimus and megatron + reader one shot that involves cuddles and pure fluff and what not :3
Btw absolutely love your content!!, hope you’re doing absolutely great!!, don’t forget to keep urself hydrated and fed :3
MEGATRON ,, RODIMUS x gn reader
『 megatron ,, rodimus ,, lil hint of ravage ,, gender neutral reader 』
-> some morning cuddling with roddy and megs
— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack
— here you go :3 there wasnt much for me to work with 😭 so its kinda short ,, sorry abt that but tysm for requesting !! :3
the alarm clock blared ,, beeping loudly and awakening a certain captain . rodimus groaned ,, sitting upwards as he looked towards the monstrosity . " its not even monday yet ,, why havent you turned this cursed thing off ?" he grumbled as he shook your body awake . " cuz i dont feel like turning it back on sunday night ,, just hit the red button roddy ." you mumbled and turned to bury your face in megatron's chassis .
megatron tucked an arm around you ,, pulling you close and lifting the covers over your body more . rodimus fought with the alarm clock for a minute before finally turning it off . he snuggled back under the blankets ,, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzled into your neck . " at least we can sleep in on weekends ." he purred and pressed a kiss to your neck .
you nodded and tilted your head to the side ,, leaving more space of your neck open for rodimus . he trailed more kisses on your skin ,, pressing his derma against your veins and up your jaw . megatron's hand pet the back of your head ,, a soft glimmer to his optics . all was nice ,, basking in the warmth of your partners as you started to lull back to sleep . at least until ravage busted in and started to berate rodimus and complain about swerve's service .
#transformers x reader#x reader#x gender neutral reader#megatron x reader#🎇.mtmte#mtmte x reader#mtmte#mtmte megatron#megatron#transformers megatron#rodimus x reader#rodimus prime x reader#mtmte rodimus#transformers rodimus#rodimus prime#🎇.megatron#🎇.rodimus
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Chelsea the clock ⏰
So, don’t murder me for this, but I have this story in mind about this girl and her character (basically a sister of hers) who go to different kinds of cartoons to fend off some glitch demons (this is inspired by learning with pibby but minus the corruption and mutilation of character and instead characters becoming villains by joining the main villain for their own benefits) and one of them is soviet animation, so this commences the soviet animation arc. I think you know where I’m going with this considering my latest fixation.
Ofc, Chelsea (or her original name, Chassie) is a character in a soviet animated cartoon, and I would think she might be a character created by one of the animators in Kievnauchfilm (do not kill me pls) aka the company that produced 1988 treasure island and she was made for a tv show, she’s not the main character she’s the main sidekick in the show. She was awfully popular bc of her appearance and personality, but in spite of her appearance, Chelsea feels like she’s not beautiful enough, not much than another character (who in this story would’ve been known as a coworker since they were created and their cartoons were produced by the same company) who I think you know I might be referring to (hint: green). One day, while filming a scene, she got into a horrible accident that shattered her face (as seen here), not only damaging her physically, but also psychologically, which led to the show being on hiatus for a while since they don’t want to continue the show without their popular character. Chelsea was hidden in the darkness, until a blind man came…
See, this is a mess, ik, bare with me-
Bonus (the hint was obvious anyway, cuz I got this doodle already. Quoted from Twisted Alice from BATIM in Chapter 3):
(Her theme + HC voice, thought it might fit cuz the lyrics fitted her story later on)
#oc#original character#chelsea the clock#chassie the clock#treasure island#ostrov sokrovishch#return to treasure island#treasure island 1988#doctor livesey#dr livesey#tooniverse#tooniverse: soviet cartoon arc
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TRANSFORMERS ONE BLURB — OPTIMUS PRIME X MEGATRON
Based off my tf one alt clock fic! You don’t have to go back and read the other post but it will give some insight to how I envision how they got to this point.
This is a decent time jump btw from current events and closer to the time of where my fanfic takes place tho. Also excuse the writing, the last fic i wrote for the transformers fandom was when i was 14… im in my early twenties 😭
ty for reading and support the official release, i want a sequel pls
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Optimus looked up at Megatron with half lidded eyes. He was deciding whether or not to wake the sleeping titan of a bot. It’s been awhile since they’d gotten any alone time since the recent quintesson strike.
The dust was finally beginning to settle though.
High-Guard has always been more than effective with ridding Cybertron of hostile forces since Sentinels fall. With Megatron earning back the trust of not only the citizens, but Optimus’ as well, he was able to easily climb rank to first lieutenant of the Cybertronian Defense Corps and become official commanding officer of High-Guard. Megatron is a protector, and has been actively putting the safety of homeworld before his needs.. even if it means grinding his gears down to scrap.
Optimus was tired, yes. He fights against quintessons and isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty just like his friends and colleagues, but, there’s no doubt that most of a Primes work is done in accordance to his people’s needs. And right now that need is diplomacy, organizing society, & supervising the rebirth of a nation. Ultimately, Prime’s job is mostly relegated to delegation as of now.
Megatron however, doesn’t have the luxury of talking things out. He’s not just tired, he’s completely exhausted. Constantly having to fight on the frontline and keep the enemy at bay was wearing on him in a way that was downright worrisome. The guy has never been good at hiding his feelings either, sincerity is just his nature. Don’t get it twisted though, Megatron’s essence is that of a warrior, a gladiator. It’s what’s kept him alive to outmatch all his opponents again and again, but also what makes his lover so anxious.
Optimus pressed his palm to the center of Megatron’s chassis.
The young Prime took a moment to think a second longer, ‘I shouldn’t be selfish.’ He let his hand fall gently from Megatron’s chest.
“You don’t wanna tell me about your day?”
Optimus snapped his head up to met Megatron’s heavily lidded bright red eyes. “You- …Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to-“
“No, I was-” Megatron yawned between words “I was waiting for you.” A tired smile appeared on his face, it was playful looking as his eyes were still squinted into happy beams of red.
Optimus gave a subtle breathy chuckle “In your stasis chamber?” His arms crossed over his chest.
“Uhhhm, well clearly- I uh..”
Optimus raised a brow knowingly.
“Yeah I fell asleep. You caught me, Prime.” Megatron stepped out of his pod and Optimus naturally backed away just enough to make room for his larger frame.
Ever since taking on an aircraft transformation, Megatron looks down at him. It was initially a weird adjustment, but a welcomed one all the same. Optimus allowed himself to be enveloped by large limbs, and embraced gently.
“I missed you.” Megatron kissed the top of his lovers helm “Like, a lot actually, I feel like we never see each other anymore… It’s not fair.”
Optimus stayed quiet. Keeping his head tucked under Megatron’s chin, he loved listening to him. From complaining, to nonsensical ramblings, nearly any and everything over time became more and more melodic. Shifting the weight of them both, Megatron leaned against the doors of his stasis chamber while continuing to hold Optimus.
“I wish we could just have a day, just one day alone together.” This time Optimus yawned, “Oh sorry, is my yearning for your undivided attention boring you?” Megatron asked sarcastically.
Optimus half chuckled and half hummed to himself as he rubbed an eye. “Don’t be such a glitch, Mega, besides you fell asleep first.” The bot negged playfully.
“Tch, you’re the glitch.” Megatron subtly opened his stasis pod again and pulled Optimus in alongside himself. “And now you’re trapped.” The silver bot smirked to himself.
“Trapped definitely insinuates this isn’t something I enjoy… I’m immensely enjoying this by the way.”
“Uh huh.” Megatron rolled his red optics. They were dimmed as he began feeling the effects of the pod working.
They both started to doze off.
Optimus however, after a couple of moments opened his eyes just enough to gauge where Megaton’s hand was. He grabbed it without second thought right as he felt his free hand being caressed.
Optimus smiled to himself and rested his against the top of Megaton’s chest as they intertwined their fingers.
“Yeah, I missed you too.”
#tf one alt clock fic#tf one#transformers one#transformers d16#orion pax x d16#orion pax#op x d16 <3#tf one d16#optimus prime x megatron#optimus prime#megatron
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Your robot girlfriend has to power down to replace her backup battery. The regular batteries are easy to swap while she's online, but that small JR2035 battery that keeps her config saved and clock ticking is way buried inside her chassis.
She holds her chest open as wide as she can pull, and you flip her power switch. The light literally leaves her eyes as the OLEDs power down. Holding the flashlight in your teeth, you reach in with a hand and a flat-blade screwdriver (your last spudger snapped when you were fixing her hand servos last week).
With a soft snap, her backup battery bounces out and ricochets down her torse. You swear and let it end up on the floor, as you carefully reach up to insert the replacement coin cell. It takes a couple fumbling tries, but you get it in, and the right way around too as a special bonus.
You extract yourself from her internals, and plug the diagnostic screen into one of her internal UDMI ports. The switch is flipped with a satisfying clunk, and the display pops to life. Boot messages start streaming by, then it pauses with a softly blinking error:
BIOS settings cleared, please enter setup.
You hit a key on a nearby wireless keyboard, and the bios opens up, all white-on-blue plain text because your GF is, to use a highly technical retrorobotics term, a bit of a MILF.
You set up the basic options for her to boot. She can fine tune this later. You just need her to get running enough to do that. You tell it what kind of hard drive she uses, how many floppy drives she has, pronouns and orientation, etc. You hit F7 to save and reboot and you spot it: the date.
Current Time: 00:04
Current Date: 1970-01-01
Damn it, you're always forgetting to set the date in these things! She's already booting, you can see the spinning logo in her eyes. Ah well. You can reboot her and fix it, or maybe it'll auto-set from the network? You can't remember if that'll work.
The logo leaves her screen. You see that finger twitch of her final boot up, and her irises reappear and quickly focus. Her hair starts to blink in as the holoprojectors spin up, and she starts to sit up.
"Hey... I swapped the battery, how are you feeling?"
She gets that smile where her eyes go big. Her holos blink and her clothes change, and half an instant later, her hair.
The music system in your living room switches over to a sweet bassline.
Disco?
You turn as she stands up, and starts doing the Staying Alive dance. She's got the white leisuresuit, and an afro that seems to be growing by the second.
well you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's bot, no time to talk!
Ahh. 1970.
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All for professionalism (Optimus x male reader)
Can't find many OP x male reader stories so I'm here to change that. Hope y'all like it^^
About this fic:
Nsfw, zoomcall, dubcon, somewhat ooc OP ig, male reader, office spicy time, OP has a valve
2.845 words
You enter your personal studio and place the bag you had been carrying on your back onto the kitchen table.
Releasing a sigh, both hands placed on the kitchen counter and head hanging low, you went through today's schedule in your mind.
A swift look to the clock on the wall to your right, confirming the lack of time you had to actually do something other than organizing and listening to superiors.Pulling yourself together, you go for the fridge, taking a can of energy out.
"I'm so gonna need that, or Galloway's endless monologue will be the end of me."
Murmuring to yourself, then noticing the presence of someone else behind you.
Metal arms wrap around your waist and a helm is placed on your shoulder.
"It appears you are stressed."
Another sigh leaves you, as you place a hand on your lover's cheek.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine."
You turn your head to press a tender kiss on Optimus' lips and it was at this moment that the embrace around you tightens a bit.
Your heart skips a beat as a servo made its way further down, gently grabbing your crotch area.
"Optimus, I can't right now. I've got a meeting to attend in 5 minutes."
He releases your sensitive area, turning you around rather quickly and lifting you up onto the table. Both hands on your hips he lets his lips crash down onto yours, a slight whimper escaping from you.
For a few seconds you indulge in the erotic act, but then you notice Lennox and Epps standing behind a glass door in the building opposite to yours, which gave them the entirety of the current view.
Pushing Optimus to the side you sprint up to the window, frantically closing the curtains, receiving a thumbs up followed by visible laughter from the two men before you dissappear from their view.
Thumb and pointer finger pinching the bridge of your nose, eyes closed and taking in a deep breath you turn to the side, before releasing yet another sigh. Crossed arms over his chassis, Optimus leaned against the table.
"You seem way too proud of yourself right now...", you mumble after turning to look at him. "Of us getting caught? I would not say so."
He nods, optics flickering towards your lower area, where he had just teased you before. "But one could say that I have succeeded in something else."
You had been so distracted that you couldn't find the time to realize that you were starting to get an erection.
Face red, and flustered you walked back to grab your bag and held it infront of the bulge forming in your pants.
"Very funny Optimus. But I really gotta prepare my setup for the call."
As much as you wanted to just ditch the probably uneventful meeting you knew that if you did, the hailstorm of complaints that were to come from the liason would be too much for you to want to take care of.
Luckily the equipment on your desk was brand new, so that leaving the kitchen and the computer now being ready to enter the callroom took about 30 seconds.
Want to know what took less than half a minute to occurr?
Optimus fucking Prime having a servo placed on your shoulder and pushing your back into a wall. At least the curtains were already closed in this room because of the sun shining in.
"Optimus I-" You grab his chin, keeping his helm steady, to remove his lips from yours and make him look at you.
"Not now.", you said firmly, watching the blue in his optics brighten, as to challenge you.
"You do know that this is far from professional right now?", you remarked, rasing an eyebrow at Optimus.
"Oh, I am all for professionalism.", he replied, voice boastful.
With another passionate kiss he grabbed your crotch once again, teasing you a lot more this time.
With a lively laugh you slap his arm, then grabbing it to free yourself from him.
"Stay out of the frame and be quiet.",you ordered him and while walking past your hand brushes along his arm plating and then you sat down.
" I mean it!", you add, a finger raised as he turned around to face you.
Vocalizers emitting a chuckle he places his servos on his hips, watching you intently with his helm tilted.
You couldn't help but blush upon seeing the smug expression he had on his faceplates.
Surely that bot was up to no good...
Whatever was going through his processor must wait until after the meeting, which you joined, camera and microphone on.
Shooting a glare at Optimus before the camera connected, you motioned for him to not make a sound by raising a finger infront of your lips.
He had been on earth long enough to know that this gesture meant for him to shut it and not make even the tiniest of sounds.
And he wouldn't be making any. Not even when you were focused on presenting your research.
So fixated on the subject that you didn't notice Optimus disappearing from your field of vision.
Only when a servo caressed up your thigh you realized and froze, stopping mid-sentence.
"Sir, you were saying?"
The screen changed to Galloway, whosw expression actually showed great interest in what you were saying.
A truly rare sight...
"Eh, excuse me for a second, I have to look it up again."
That was a lie. You perfectly knew when you had gone to Germany to talk with the Chancellor and what exactly the topics of discussion were.
Rustling through the folder laid open infront of you, you take a sip from the can of energy then clear your throat and continue.
"As I was saying..."
Optimus knew that he would receive a summary of this meeting later during the day, so he focused on the task before him.
Running a single digit up and down your inner thigh he spread your legs open, getting comfortable in between them. Knowing that anything else would make too much of a noise you reach down to smack his helm before pushing yourself back on your rolling chair.
That wasn't of great help as you were pulled back the same second you had freed yourself.
With his arm in a tight grip on your hip, you were left with nothing but to just continue and keep your composure.
A private notification pops up on your screen, the sender being no one other than the culprit beneath your desk.
I am all for professionalism, which is why you are going to have to remain silent and appear focused.
Continuing your lecture, tensing up as the servo, which was not holding you in place, started grinding along the bulge of your erection beneath the pants you were wearing at the moment.
Silently your belt was unbuckled, the buttons and zipper following suit.
The servo, that had been keeping you in place , let go to grip your waistband and pull your pants down, just enough to free your errection, He does so slowly as to not raise any suspicions.
Your fully errect dick exposed before Optimus now, your jaw tensed up as you knew what would come next.
His servo lazily grasped around you.
Feeling a slight moisture you sighed internally. Of course he had taken lube down there with him...
Taking a deep breath in through your nose as he began stroking you slowly, you listen intently to the remarks of the other people present in the call.
Someone's cat began running in the background off the call, making all kinds of noises. After everyone has had their laugh, you were advised to turn off the microphone unless you were speaking.
"This happened at the right moment don't you agree?"
Still looking at the screen, you place a hand infront of your mouth to look like you were resting your head in it.
"Shut up...", you whisper, a low whimper following suite.
You had to admit, that being able to keep the mics turned off would be beneficial.
A new sensation tingled across the underside of your length. He was stepping the game up, by now actively using his glossa to pleasure you.
And as much as you hated to admit it in this situation, he was damn good at it.
Adjusting your hand to cover a bit more of your face, you were having a hard time keeping your composure up. But no one noticed at least.
His servo started stroking you again, and combined with the licking you took in a sharp breath, hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"Someone appears to be needy.", he whispered, a low chuckle following while he continued the teasing with his glossa.
"Stop teasing already and-"
Your words were cut off as you felt a familiar warmth engulfing your cock.
Eyes still focused on the screen before you, you place your hands infront of you on the desk, giving it all right now to look relaxed and focused.
Desperately trying to get away you attempt on moving backwards again, only to be held firm again.
A low growl emits from the Prime's vocalizers, the vibration having you clutch the side of your table.
So he was threatening you now...?
You're thinking about ways to pay him back later as he started moving his helm up and down, glossa adding onto the pleasure.
You continue listening, one hand reaching down to grab his finials. This wasn't visible to the people attending the videocall, so everything went on smoothly.
How were you supposed to stay calm when he was giving it all to ruin you right in this moment?
"Speaking of Optimus Prime, does anyone of the people present know his whereabouts right this moment?"
Yeah of course you did. He was right here under your desk and giving you a blowjob that had you holding onto him for dear life.
Remembering that Lennox was attending the call aswell you prayed internally, hoping he wouldn't mention that he saw you passionately making out with the leader of the Autobots.
To your relief he didn't and just said that the Prime was probably busy on Patrol.
Busy? Definitely, but not on a patrol. Unless you could call sitting between your partner's legs and his dick deep inside your intake, a patrolling mission.
"We'll take a short break of 15 minutes. Everyone sort your gathered information."
And with that freeing sentence you make sure to turn off camera and microphone, throwing your head back, hand grabbing for Optimus' helm.
"You're going to be the end of me...!", you manage to hiss out between gritted teeth.
Looking down, your eyes meet his optics and you were met with a sly smirk before he went down on you again, gaze still lifted up to meet yours.
You knew that he himself was getting riled up by doing this, so you decided to add onto that by letting your whimpers and moans out.
The effect was drastic. Feeling Optimus stop for a moment and his grip on your hips loosen, with optics squinted, you took the matter into your own hands.
Checking the screen again to make sure both camera and mic were off, you quickly rolled back with your chair, out of his grasp, grabbing his arms to yank him with you.
Kind of taken aback by your sudden action, he did not protest, letting you pull him up to his pedes.
With a firm grasp on his chin, you look him directly into the optics, faces not even an inch apart. (2.5cm)
Your other hand placed on his waist, you smirk.
"That was very enjoyable, now it is time for me to repay the favor don't you think?"
Seeing that all too familiar spark in his optics, you lean up to embrace him in a passionate kiss, gently pushing him towards your desk.
Hastily moving the documents to the side and pulling the cord from the camera, you guide Optimus up to sit up on the table.
With one leg on each of your sides, you tenderly rub across his interface panel, feeling the heat radiating from it.
Gently grasping it with your hand, a low groan came from the Cybertronian.
"Open up for me, would you?", you whispered close to his audial, then placing soft kisses across his neck cabling while lazily working on your dick.
The Prime tilted his helm to the side, granting you better access to his neck area. You continue working on his neck, the hand that had been placed on his crotch now on his shoulder.
As you were rubbing yourself against his interface panel, you felt it parting, permitting your entrance.
Feeling his valve with two fingers, pumping them in and out, you managed to get more of those sweet sound out of your partner.
One of his servos on your shoulder, he grabbed your length with the other one, the message clear.
Retracting your fingers from his wet valve, you lift your hand up to your face, admiring the liquid coating the two fingers.
While maintaining eye contact, you take those fingers into your mouth, watching the Prime become flustered at this sight.
"Hm, you taste so good.", you whisper lowly, pulling your pants a bit lower, so they wouldn't be bothering you and putting one hand on his hip, the other one guiding you to his entrance.
A shudder went through his entire frame as you started entering him. His valve feels hot. Not enough to burn you though, rather it was a welcoming feeling whenever you were inside of him.
Lifting one leg to wrap around you, you knew he was becoming desperate.
And as much as you loved to tease him, in the back of your head you remember that the time you've got at hand was limited.
So without further hesitation, you begin moving inside the Prime, slowly starting to pick up in pace.
Now steadily pumping in and out of him, he had his helm laid back, optics dim, while you were looking down between the two of you.
Both hands on his hips, you inched closer, your chest now touching his.
Optimus looks back at you, facial expression indicating the arousal shooting through his systems.
"Gosh, you look so hot...", you whisper looking back up at him.
A weak smile appears on his features and then he lowers his helm to let his vocalizer emit a whimper.
Oh, how much you loved to hear him make this exact sound.
Gently pulling at the cabling on both sides of his hips you got another one of those sounds out of him.
One of your hands went to grab his chin again.
Oh how you loved that simple gesture.
"I want you to look at me when you make those sweet sounds.", and upon finishing that sentence you ram into him, hard, pulling yet another whimper from his vocalizer.
"Don't be shy, let me hear your beautiful voice.", you whisper, not slowing down your pace.
You felt him clench around you, knowing that you hit a spot with that sentence.
With both legs around your waist, he moved his hips more towards you, optics still locked on your own eyes. "So obedient.", you say breathlessly, fastening your pace and pressing a kiss on his lip plates.
Entering his intake with your tongue you feel him moan into your mouth, which gets you dangerously close.
Parting your lips again, your hand still keeping his helm fixed you looked him back into the optics.
Mouth slightly agape, he looks back at you, vents heaving, trying to cool his systems down.
He went to throw his helm back, only to be stopped by your firm grip.
"I want to see your face when you overload, while I'm inside of you."
That send him over the edge, and you had to place your hand at the back of his helm to keep him looking at you.
His whimpers were cut off by static filling his vocalizer, and his optics were flickering.
Watching him overload like this on your desk, is what made you finish and your movements became sloppy before entirely coming to a halt. With a deep groan you finished inside of the Prime, and you let go of his chin, your own eyes closed and head hanging low now.
Slowly withdrawing yourself from his valve you look back up at him, to be met with a smug expression.
"I won", he declared, proud of himself.
You shake your head and snicker, completely out of breath.
"Fine, you did, now let's get you cleaned up before I have to rejoin the call."
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Sometime later
"So, I assume you and the bossbot had some funtime?" You spit out your drink, punching the tall black man wearing camouflage next to you.
"Shut up Epps!"
"I mean, he did look relaxed earlier so he definitely was able to get some steam out", Lennox added, earning a punch from you as well.
"Assholes..."
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red alert x reader ao3 saw it first here!
tw: very brief mention of blood/injury //
There’s no masking such fervent disapproval, lips twitching between a frustrated frown and a concentrated, tightly pursed grimace. A lecture is for certain in the future, yet you can’t seem to tear your gaze away from his face, a guilty expression overtaking a previously calm composure.
Red Alert isn’t fond of patching such soft skin, reminded of how you wear no armor and parade around dangerous stunts like you are. When he finds himself prodding at or holding your appendages, it's typically because you've come to him with a problem, and sometimes, you're a bit scraped up and afraid to admit it.
It’s not something that happens often, though things you find ‘minor’ are drastically understated in his mind, stretching the truth until it snaps straightaway in your face. He isn't a human medical professional, knowing the bare minimum, and that is just by your vague expertise, yet instead of seeking an organic medic or even Ratchet, it’s always an unforgiving sight to see you in the doorway with the same nonchalant smile.
Likely hiding something behind said smile, rocking gingerly from the heels of sneakers to the very tops, happy to see him nonetheless. If he’s counted correctly, this would be the fourth time you’ve tried to pull a fast one on him, and while it was a facade easy to see through, it still nerves him slightly.
“Sorry.” It’s hoarse, likely the culprit of no use, especially due to the ongoing stalemate. Perplexity hits second, unsure why his optics flit to meet yours and then back to the wound he was attempting to treat, bypassing your peace offering. It wasn't rude, per se, you were disrupting his focus, though you wouldn't be surprised if he was forcing you to think about your actions in silence.
Another painful minute clocks by before he ex-vents, groaning when the gauze doesn’t quite sit properly across your palm, the both of you watching it slide downward as if the knot isn't tight enough.
“Here,” Tiny fingers nudge his insistent digits away, beginning to tie it with the uninjured hand and roping the other end between your teeth. The security director makes a noise of protest, not liking the inappropriate method of creating a solution, but he finds that you never cease to amaze him with the adaptive approach you always take.
When Red Alert discovers the splashes of dried blood nestled in your hand, a sudden jolt of concern beats within his processor, anxiety arising when he can't figure out why.
Immediately, you rattled off about how it was insignificant and didn’t hurt, vying to keep the injury away from his view. It doesn’t take long until you’re lifted onto the vast dashboard, Red Alert digging around in his subspace for a first aid kit he keeps there for such instances.
“I just wish you’d take better care of yourself,” He finally concedes, registering he’s probably being unintentionally overbearing, compunction building in his chassis. “You have every excuse in the book, y/n, but contrary to what you might think, I do like you best in one piece.”
A warmness tickles the apples of your cheeks, trying immensely to suppress the rising butterflies that swarm at the bottom of your stomach. He likes you. A faraway mind entraps a hurricane of foolish thoughts, nearly about to giggle and kick your feet back and forth at such an offhand declaration.
It was a silly concept, thinking that he meant it any other way than how he said it, plain and dryly. It was rather obvious that he had enough of your antics, at least for this rotation, and for you to assume he was flirting when he had piles of work to accomplish was downright ridiculous.
And yet, you continued with the delirious scheme, struggling to wipe the warbled smile off your face.
“Maybe it’s just an elaborate ruse to hang out with you.” Answered jokingly, perhaps uttered a moment too long after his initial statement, but you don’t get a chance to release a laugh as he shuts that down entirely.
“You can do that anytime without having to lose a digit.” The chair at the desk is yanked outwards, the mech in question all but falling into it as you still stare his way dumbly, even as he taps at random buttons at his front. “It's not a crazy ask, y/n. I don't mind that...” He catches your gaze, losing his train of thought with an instantaneous blip.
“That what?” You try, blinking owlishly.
“What did I say?" He gravels, shoulders dipping in a defeated manner, trying to recall what he's said in the past two kliks.
You shake your head, carefully running a finger over the bandage. "Nothing. S'kind of you to offer, but I mean, I'm surprised I haven't been a bother to you enough,"
"Bother?" Red Alert scoffs, tugging away from your intense stare to dive back into his work, effortlessly scrolling through a previously discarded datapad. "That's funny. You're funny, y/n."
A sniffle escapes you, reeling in confusion before whispering a reply. "I didn't say anything funny."
Both of you wager on the other speaking, hoping to change the subject and continue like the entire conversation prior didn’t happen. But you’re too stubborn, and Red Alert is now heavily focused on his responsibilities, not on how his processor can’t shut up about you. When you begin shimming down the top of his desk as if he clicked one button too many, a hum of concern escapes him easily.
"And just where do you think you're going?" He pulls backward in his seat, expertly trapping you beneath a stern stare.
You pause, confusion evident. "Uhm, home?"
Red Alert looks at you, then to the door, then back to his screen, and then his optics land on you once more. "Why? Are you bored?"
"What?" Shaking your head, you press onward before he can repeat the question. "No. I'm not; I figured I should let you get back to work."
"I can multitask," Red Alert is quick to halt your actions, a servo landing just at your feet before they go over the edge of the desk. "And would you cut that out? You're not jumping off from here; you'll hurt yourself again."
A pout appears on your lips, the temptation lingering. "Are you saying I have to stay?" And you mean it as another joke, half-serious, and to your utmost surprise, he teases back.
"Yes, you do." Not that you'd complain, but that feeling remains in your stomach that slowly creeps into your chest, heart fluttering rapidly. "I'll drive you home in a cycle, let me wrap up some things."
"Just so you know, I don't want to leave," You ramble, sliding backward until your spine hits the wall, able to address him better this way. "Ugh, I dunno, I seriously think I'm annoying like all the time."
Red Alert doesn't immediately reply, but it is apparent he's knee-deep in paperwork and is choosing to divert the parley to another time. At least, you hope he isn't actively ignoring you, watching peripherally as he ex-vents softly, as if in contemplation, now typing something on the massive computer before returning to the data pad.
"No," He answers, nose scrunching as if he was surveying his words before speaking them. "No, you are not."
Red Alert finds himself never in short supply of absolutely certifiable sentences that stumble forth from your mouth, seemingly finding never-ending ways to leave himself completely stunned, unsure of how even to dignify such a query. Most often, it's another self-jest that he always has the patience to refute, however, in this instance, he dissects something within your words, and a deflection likely would do more harm than good. You don't elaborate, a defiant silence overtaking the room once more as an obstinacy he's never known you to have stands firm.
"Where did that come from?" He rumbles, observing how fingers wringing together timidly in your lap like you were afraid to say anything more. "That's random, even for you, y/n."
Given his profession, if there was one thing he was best at, apart from his security prowess, he was excellent at spotting a lie. He's a damn near expert when it comes to other mechs, but your roundabout ways and unspoken gestures were a bit more difficult to assess, yet ultimately, he believes he's gotten it nailed down, now watching as you try to backpedal, body tense.
"Ah, forget it. It's not important-" You start, tilting your head to the right as your eyes move downwards, hinting that you were not being honest with him. "Sorry. Yeah, I don't know where that came from either."
This is a side of you he has yet to see, partial to always smiling and happily chattering in good company, but it appears this is an answer you don't quite have the stomach to hear but have been wondering for a while. You're being reticent, obviously just having subconsciously gathered the courage to approach him about such a subject but sensing something overlaying in his response, even if it was unintentional.
"Hang on a klik," While silently processing your words, you had already attempted to change the subject, hopefully unnoticed. "We aren't glossing over that. Rewind."
At your withdrawal from the conversation, stiff shoulders jump to your ears, easily finding his abrupt tone. "Red-"
"I'm not arguing about it with you." Even without looking, you could feel his stare, a frown likely deep on his lips. Knowing he is dead serious, you sigh, the cold touch of the metal wall uncomfortable against your now deflated stance. "What do you mean by that?"
The urge to say 'By what?' is almost undeniable, but it's clear that he was extremely adamant, just because it was the two of you alone. "It was pretty straightforward, I guess."
"But the context isn't." He counters, tone dipping into something much softer, a feat you didn't know was possible. "I could understand if I said something that led you to believe that, but it isn't true."
"You didn't. Sometimes I think I am being irritating." You pause, finally meeting his gaze. "Are you sure?"
"Positive." It's firm but gentle, careful to not lower your spirits more than they already are.
"Thanks," It's hummed on the back end of a sob, but you do your best to suppress it and keep it to yourself.
"Anytime." A want to bring your smile back emerges, but in this instance, he thinks it's best to leave this here, at least for now. You're the farthest from irritating he's ever met, if anything, he finds himself leaning toward annoying with his constant fears and overthinking tendencies. Patience is a commodity that flows throughout your words and mannerisms, easygoing and always scouring for your company in the darkest corner of the ark, his office.
Not many tread his way unless it's to add to the never-ending pile of datapads on his desk. It surprised him that you often sought out his solace, bringing your responsibilities or looking for a spot to talk about a previous shift you'd had at work. Hell, the only time he finds himself leaving the Ark is to take you home, and half the mechs onboard find him paranoid, vastly confused on why you tend to flock to his amity.
He likes you.
"I'll take you home," He stands, stretching his arms over his head. "I do believe you've mentioned before that you have work today."
A small smile appears on your face, looking up at him expectingly. "A few more minutes?" When he hesitates, you add a single word that he can never deny. "Please?"
"Sure." He returns the gesture, pulling the chair rearwards and settling back into it.
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