#idw transformers x platonic reader

[in1-nutshell]

I think it's been long enough to finally ask for IDW Silver Aid...Megs deserves it

MTMTE Meg's is going to get a Silver!

...But he is going to have to work for it.

Hope you enjoy!

IDW Silver Aid

SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Angst, Cybertronian (techno organic) reader

IDW/MTMTE

Silver Aid was Orion Pax’s Amica Endura.

Both had met on a train on the way to work and accidentally grabbed each other’s datapads.

They ran back to get each other’s correct pad but since it took them a while, they had decided to go to Maccadams oil house for a quick refuel.

The rest was history.

At the time, Silver was working as an assistant at the station Orion was working at.

Orion, being the most vocal of the two, ended up introducing her to many of his friends.

Including some older ones.

Orion Pax: “Silver Aid, this is Ratchet.” Silver smiles. Silver Aid: “Good to see you again Ratchet.” Ratchet smiles back. Ratchet: “Good to see you again Silver.” Orion raises an optic. Orion Pax: “You have met before?” Silver Aid: “He was my mentor and partner during medical school.” Ratchet: “I am surprised you didn’t join the same hospital the others went to.” Silver Aid: “I did, but life had different plans. Anyways, if I had gone, I would never have met my Amica here.” Silver Aid side hugs Orion smiling widely. Orion chuckles a bit returning the hug. Ratchet: “…Really? You could have done better.” Orion Pax: “Ratchet, that is uncalled for. I chose—” Ratchet: “Not you. Silver, are you sure about this? You know this mech jumps of roof tops for a living.” Silver simply hugs him tighter. Silver Aid: “Wouldn’t have him any other way.” Ratchet gives them both a look. Ratchet: “Keep talking like that and you two will end up being Conjunx’s by the end of the cycle.” Orion and Silver: “Hey!”

Megatron’s introduction happened not too long afterwards.

She had received a message from Orion saying to meet her up at Maccadams oil house for a surprise.

Knowing that Orion’s surprises could range from a free drink to being involved in taking down a secret crime front, she decided to come prepared.

Packing a med kit and a mini blaster she went out to the bar.

Orion and Megatron are walking back to their table with some cubes of energon. Megatron: “And why do you want me to meet your friend?” Orion Pax: “She’s my Amica Megatron. I thought it would be polite to introduce you two. You do need some more friends.” Megatron: “Pax, I don’t need--” CLANK! Someone had bumped right into his back and fell on the floor. Megatron: “Who…” Silver Aid is shaking her helm. Silver Aid: “I’m sorry I didn’t see where I was going and—” Orion Pax: “Silver!” He passes the cubes to a frozen Megatron and helps Silver up. Orion Pax: “Megatron, this is Silver Aid. My Amica Endura.” Megatron blinks as Silver gives him a warm smile. Silver Aid: “Its good to meet you Megatron.” Megatron: “Likewise…”

Two got along better than Orion had expected.

He wanted to introduce Megatron to her because he didn’t have many close friends.

Has actively teased him about stealing his Amica.

Megatron brushes it off… unlike the little flutters he gets in his spark.

To get her to hang out with him more, he invites her to meet some of his acquaintances.

Silver Aid is talking to Starscream, Thundercracker, and Skywarp. Megatron is by Soundwaves’s side watching over this. Silver laughs at something that Skywarp had said. Megatron frowns a bit. Soundwave telepathically: “Jealousy does not suit you.” Megatron froze for a bit. Megatron telepathically: “I am not jealous.” Soundwave telepathically: “Of course you aren’t, and Pax is the next Prime.” Megatron grumbles a bit.

Then Megatron went to prison.

Silver Aid did her best to go visit him, but no one made any effort in helping her.

Soon after came the fake Matrix event.

Of course, Silver as immediately backing her Amica’s back in this plan.

Sadly, it ended up costing in the end.

Ending with Senator Shockwave and Silver Aid being taken into custody.

Shockwave was sent to the Institution for Shadow Play.

Silver Aid was placed into a pod and sent to a remote laboratory.

Pain.

Prodding.

Adding.

Subtracting.

Needles.

Screaming was something that happened daily.

It was fridged in the cell and fridged in the lab.

Silver couldn’t even recognize herself once they were done with her.

She remembered hearing from the scientist about ‘The Techno Organic Project’.

It would certainly explain the softer plating and sensitive nerves.

…and the extra arms and monstrous alt mode…

The last thing she could remember was the scientists placing her into a stasis pod and blank.

…

…

Silver Aid opened her optics to a dark place.

Silver Aid looks around curious and scared. Megatron: “Silver Aid.” She jumps at the sudden sound of her name… something she hasn’t heard in a while. Turning around she spots a tall mech standing not too far. She couldn’t forget those optics. Silver Aid: “M-Megatron?” He steps forward into the light. The frame is different, helm shape, but the same optics. Silver Aid quickly gets off of the med slab almost falling if he hadn’t hurriedly caught her. Silver Aid: “Megatron! You’re here! You’re here!” She begins to lightly sob. Silver Aid: “You’re here… right?” Megatron wordlessly holds her closer to his chassis, ignoring the heat in his spark chamber. Megatron: “I am here… I’m here now.”

It was hard explaining that she had been placed into stasis by those scientists.

Almost as hard as explaining that she was now in the middle of a war.

Out of fear of the scientist coming after her and wishing to repay Megatron for saving her, Silver Aid joined the Decepticons.

Her appearance was off putting for many Decepticons.

Even more, when it was announced she would be a part of the medical staff.

… Or whatever functioning medical staff was there.

Most of the staff was compromised of engineers and Cons that had very basic knowledge of aid.

It became clear that Silver had out ranked them all after a few days fixing Cons.

It was a matter of time before she became the Chief Medical Officer.

But just because she had this title, it did not mean she was safe.

There were many Decepticons that did not trust her and thought she was an abomination.

The worst was the bullying.

Physical and mental.

Thankfully there were Cons on her side.

A couple of mechs are starting to surround Silver Aid. Con 1: “What are you going to do now Freak? Go to Megatron and show how much of a weakling you are?” Con 2: “How long are you going to realize you are a—” ZPT! Skywarp warps behind both mechs and zaps them away. Silver Aid blinks a bit in surprise. Thundercracker walks by. Thundercracker: “…You alright?” Silver Aid: “Yeah… thank you, both of you.” Later… Starscream walks into the medbay. Starscream: “That display of yours was pathetic.” Silver Aid: “I can’t exactly fight them back Starscream. I have softer plating now.” Starscream: “I’m not talking about that! I am talking about your lack of self-esteem.” He grabs her servo and starts dragging her. Silver Aid: “Where are we going?” Starscream: “To work on your confidence. You lacking it is sickening me.” Even later… Soundwave and Shockwave are looking over some of her extra limbs. Shockwave: “And you are sure that you do not recall the bots who did this? It is a remarkable feat of engineering.” Silver Aid: “I would have told you if I could remember Shockwave.” He misses the sad look on her face. Soundwave: “Does this hurt?” Silver flinches a bit at a sensitive area. Soundwave quickly stops touching it. Silver Aid: “It is more sensitive that it hurts.” Soundwave: “Noted. Will take more caution in the future.”

Being Chief medical officer also meant being Megatron’s personal medic.

Half of the time, Silver was convinced that he was hurting himself on purpose to spend time in the med bay.

Most of their time talking and ‘hanging out’ was spent in the med bay with him on the slab while she would be walking around.

The flutters in the spark just sped up with each meeting.

Sadly, luck was never on Megatron’s side.

It happened during a visit to one of the Decepticon clinics.

The small space station houses a couple of medics and many injured Cons.

Silver had wanted to see what was going on with the patients.

Megatron insisted he go as Leader and to promote some morale.

No one had expected an Autobot raid.

There were simply too many bots for them to fight.

They needed to get to the emergency escape pods.

Silver Aid had tried to place the automatic launch sequence in, but it had been damaged… as well as one of the remaining escape pods.

There would be one short…

She knew what she needed to do.

Silver Aid: “Megatron get into the pod!” Megatron: “Get into your first!” Silver Aid: “This is not up for debate, get in!” Megatron: “Do not—” Silver Aid flashes him with a steely glare. Silver Aid: “GET IN THE POD!” Surprising him and herself, she pushed him into the pod. The automatic locks had engaged. The techno organic hurriedly placed the last pods coordinates before heading straight for the manual lever. As soon as that lever went down, the pods would be shot out to their intended coordinates. Megatron looked horrified at Silver still not in her pod. Megatron: “Silver Aid! What are you doing!?” They both flinch a bit at the growing sounds of blaster fire and pedesteps. The Autobots would be coming in any minute. Silver Aid looks at him with a solemn look. She knew what was going to happen… but if it meant that he would live… Megatron tries to pry the door open, it doesn’t budge. Silver Aid: “Its been quite an adventure Megatron. Its about high time I save you for a change.” Megatron: “SILVER!” Tears begin to fall from her optics as she manages to pull a watery smile. Silver Aid: “Thank you… Goodbye Megatron.” The lever comes down. The pods shoot out to the void of space as the door to the room comes down. Megatron’s screams aren’t heard as the last thing he sees is Silver Aid get shot down.

Silver Aid wakes up feeling like she got shot in the back.

She gets the surprise of a lifetime seeing Ratchet and what looks like a buffer Orion Pax.

Literally jumping up, despite her frame yelling at her to sit down, and hugging her Amica look alike.

She never knew what had happened to him and Ratchet and thought that they had died in the war.

Megatron was very uptight on the information that she read and heard.

It’s near whiplash when the mechs finally in take that this was in fact Silver Aid.

Prime had never been so close to tears than in that moment, just hugging his long lost Amica.

It comes to a terrifying conclusion when Silver is told everything about the war in exchange that she tell what happened to her.

She feels so betrayed by the mech she had trusted with her life and spark…

Silver Aid the Decepticon died at the space station.

Silver Aid the Autobot was born on Earth.

After a bit of a change in color scheme, bit of kibble modification and badge she looked like a new bot.

The news of her deception and want to make things right went through the ranks like wildfire.

She was thankful that there were bots who helped her through this rough transition and showed her the ropes when Ratchet and Prime couldn’t.

Soon Silver Aid became a familiar face many saw helping Ratchet and fixing bots.

She was also thankful that there wasn’t as much prejudice against her organic half as with the Decepticons.

Though humans were a different story.

Ultra magnus is walking with Verity on his servo. Magnus: “You will be staying with Silver Aid for the time being.” Verity: “Silver Aid?” Magnus: “One of our top medics. Optimus’s Amica to be rumored.” Verity: “Amica? You know what explain me that later.” They walk into the medbay. Silver Aid is in her alt mode on the ceiling. Verity: “IS THAT A SPIDER!?” Silver Aid drops to the ground and transforms. She has a bright smile on her face. Silver Aid: “Sorry if I scared you. You must be Verity Carlo.” Verity: “…whatthef—” Magnus: “Verity!”

Timeskip to the end of the war.

After a tearful goodbye between Silver Aid and Orion, she watches him leave to space.

Out of safety, she decides to join the Lost Light.

She would rather take her chances on a ship with some bots she knew, than face planet wide prejudice.

Cue Lost Light shenanigans.

Out of all the memos she had gotten on that ship… it was the one about Megatron joining the ship that she missed.

Rodimus is giving Megatron the tour around the ship. Rodimus: “And this is Swerve’s.” Megatron: “There is a bar here?” Rodimus: “Not like I see you coming—Aid watch out!” CLANK! Someone had just bumped into him. He turns around just has the bot started getting up. Megatron: “Who…” He stopped talking at the sight of the bot who bumped into him. Silver Aid: “I’m sorry I didn’t see where I was going and—” Her voice dies in her throat seeing those familiar red optics. Megatron and Silver Aid freeze in place. Rodimus pushes past Megatron. Rodimus: “Silver!” He places a servo on her arm, snapping her out of her trance. Rodimus: “You alright?” She numbly nods and slowly starts walking away from the mechs. Silver Aid: “I-I think someone’s calling me.” She quickly speed walks out of the room. Spark pulsing furiously and nervously. What a coward…

[cheschesterpossum]

Primes shenanigans

[monstertreden]

⊹ ࣪EVERYTHING I FIGHT FOR ⊹ ࣪

-Reader: GN reader (platonic) -TW: none -Character: Optimus Prime (Transformers series) -Summary: Optimus is the best sire anyone could ask for, except when he must leave on various missions away from Cybertron. It was during those times that the absence felt so unbearable that his sparkling would sneak onto the ship... -Word count : 1747 -A/N: S/N = Sparkling Name I had this in my drafts for a while now, I've been kinda busy lately,,damn

Long warm shadows coated the landing Ark, its familiar silhouette descending towards Cybertronian grounds. The hum of engines quieted as the first bot to step onto the ground was none other than Optimus Prime himself. Exhausted, he let out a sigh of relief. After all those endless missions and difficult decisions, Prime could finally step his pedes home.

Yet, before he could even make his announcement, a streak of bright, young energy burst from the crowd of Autobots waiting to greet him.

“Ack-- hey watch it!”

 “Ouch- they stepped on my pedes--"

“My new paint job! noooo-"

 A sparkling, one that could barely reach his stabilizing servos, dashed toward him at full speed, their optics wide with excitement. “Sire!”  Their voice rose above the crowd's murmurs to get his attention. Arms open wide, they barrelled toward him like an unstoppable force.

“Sire!” They jumped up and down as they neared. Surprised but overjoyed, Optimus stretched his arms just in time to catch them before they could slam themself against his legs. After scooping them up into a gentle but firm embrace, he then lifted them high into the air!

“Little one” At the contagious laugh of his sparkling his optics lit up with genuine joy " There you are”

“Sire! Sire! You’ve come back!” They hugged his digit tightly, beaming with excitement for his arrival, he was finally home!  Primus- their grip on his arms was utterly strong for their size, an unspoken plea for reassurance.

Looking at his sparkling, he replied softly  “Yes, little one, I’ve come back.” He gently stroked their helm with one of his servos.

"Sometimes duty calls, but rest assured, I always come back here, to you-”

The smaller bot nestled into his embrace,  as if every mission, every farewell, could take him away from them. “-That’s a promise." For Optimus, the battles and long journeys seemed worth it, just to feel them there, thanking Primus that they were safe in his arms.

“ What did you do this time?? Did you help the humans? Kicked bad guys???-” They started yapping about, excited to hear more of their sire’s stories. “- I want to join you too!” Eager to hear more, they wiggled slightly in his hold.

“Patience” Optimus paused their rambling  “You have plenty of time to grow strong and learn. But for now...your most important job is staying safe and keeping that bright spark of yours shining.”

“But sireee, I can fight those scarp-heads! I can help you!” They insisted.

“Language first, S/N” Optimus raised a brow plate, which made the sparkling freeze for a nanoclick, immediately crossing their arms in a pout. “But they are scrap-heads…”

The Prime managed to chuckle “Even so, you must remeber, words carry as much power as actions. Use them wisely.” He continued, “I have no doubt you’ll become a force to be reckoned with someday. But for now, the best way you can help me is by being here learning, experiencing and assisting in the growth of Cybertron. It needs your help, you, see?” Turning slightly, Optimus gestured outward, drawing his youngling’s attention away from his chassis and instead toward the bustling scenery around them.

── .✦

It had only been a short while since sire and sparkling were catching up and enjoying each other's company when the base's alarm blared through the corridors, alerting everyone of a new mission ahead, much to Optimus's dismay. He found it difficult to look down at his sparkling, knowing what he had to say next.

"Duty calls,sweetspark” Voice tinged with regret, he gently set them down on the floor.

“But you’ve promised you’d stay longer!”

Optimus paused at their protest, his optics flickering with guilt. He knelt, placing his large servo on their shoulder as the sparkling did not dare to separate themselves from their sire’s leg.

"I know, I know, I promised.” Each word hung heavy with regret. “But sometimes, things don't go as we planned. Something has come up, and I have to leave again." Optimus looked at them, his spitting image. He knew how much you hated being apart and how frightened and antsy you became when he was away. "I know you're scared, my little one. But I trust you to be brave while I'm gone. Can you do that for me?"

As his sparkling nod, his optics flickered with pride and gratitude as he leaned closer.

"That's my brave one."

He gave them one last reassuring pat on the helm before turning around and transforming into his truck mode, the engine roaring to life as he prepared to embark on the ship.

── .✦

As the last few preparations were underway, Optimus and the other Autobots were busy securing the final cargo in the Ark’s storage hold, ensuring everything was in order: countless barrels of energon, essential for their long journey ahead. Little did they know though that one of those barrels held more than just fuel…

Just a little longer, they thought, giggling to themselves as the ship’s engines roared to life. In the tight space, their small frame curled up against the walls of the energon-filled barrel, ready to wait for just the right moment to make their presence known.

Their optics flickered with excitement as they peered through a tiny crack in the lid. Tiny servos gripped the edges, the promise of adventure ahead sending shots of adrenaline into their circuit. For too long, they had to watch him leave. Every mission ended in farewells, and every farewell seemed to stretch longer and longer. But this time, they had enough. They wanted to be by his side, to prove themself to him and the Autobots.

Unfortunately, S/N  miscalculated something… still blissfully munching on the energon cube, they hadn’t realized how loud the sound was as they eagerly devoured it. Who could blame them? After hours inside the barrel, the hunger had taken over.

Optimus, who was nearby on patrol, went on high alert at the unexpected noise. His optics narrowed slightly, his posture shifting as he tried to assess the situation. He hadn't expected to hear anything like this. whatever it was... Carefully, he wrapped his fingers around the edges of the barrel and gave it a slight nudge. With a smooth motion, the cap came off.

Inside the barrel, the small sparkling froze mid-chew, their optics wide with surprise. For a moment, they were caught—still holding the energon cube, their mouth full, and unable to hide.

“Ops...” The small sparkling burped again

Primus, he was confused,

“How in Primus did you get in there-“

The sparkling, still holding the energon cube, looked up sheepishly, the sweet treat still clutched in their servos.

"Little one, you cannot be here," he said softly, though his voice carried a tone of both affection and responsibility. "It's too dangerous. I know you miss me, but there are risks you don't understand."

They swallowed the energon cube, their optics bright and filled with determination, they had been so sure that this time, they could prove themselves.  “I just want to be with you, sire,” they murmured, fidgeting with her digits.

His usual calm demeanor was replaced by a tenderness only a sire could show. Gently, he curled his digit around their tiny servo, cradling it with the utmost care..

"I understand, my little one," he said, his voice filled with a fatherly reassurance, not anger. "You feel lonely when I am away, don't you?"

They didn’t speak, but the weight of their emotions was clear. Instead, they leaned closer to his digit, finding comfort in the subtle touch.

Optimus' optical ridges furrowed, he gently pulled them closer, allowing them to carefully lean against his digit.

"I know, sweetspark, I know it's hard for you when I have to go away," his voice gentle and sincere. "But I need you to understand why sometimes I must go.  I want to keep you safe, my little one. I go on missions to protect everyone, including you."

However, his sparkling only frowned deeper and stubbornly turned their head away, unwilling to meet his gaze.

Optimus couldn’t be angry at them, He understood the conflicting emotions they held within their spark. With one digit he gently poked their helm.

"You want to be with me, right?" he guessed gently, his voice warm and soothing.

They only gave him a side-optic glance still unwilling to speak. Optimus' optics softened, his paternal instincts kicking in. He gently lifted them up, cradling them in his large arms.

" my little one, you’re understood," he said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "It's natural to want to be with the ones we care about. I want you with me too, you know?" To stay by my side-“

“But  you’re never home!” The youngling blurted. Optimus' optics flickered, and a hint of sorrow tugged at his spark.

He knew that it was dangerous for them to be with him on missions, but the weight of their longing and fear tugged at his paternal instincts. "S/N, you know I can't always keep you with me. It's not safe for you on missions. I do hold you dear, here, always--” He placed his servo near his matrix  “Autobots face many dangers, and I can't put you at risk”

Though he appreciated her youthful determination, he couldn't help but be a responsible guardian to her.

"I have no doubt that you could kick the bad guys, after all, you have time to learn and grow."

By then the small sparkling who was nestling in his servos was falling into recharge.

“…But I hope” He murmured, almost to himself” you’ll never have to face all of this once you’re older”

Ratchet’s voice broke the moment, his expression etched with concern as he eyed the slumbering sparkling.  “Optimus” the medic called “What are we going to do with them, then? It’s too late to turn back the ship now, we’re too far away”

Glancing down at his youngling, the weight of the situation pressed down on him.

“We” He started, before quickly correcting himself “...I’ll keep them protected here until we return home, until then, they’ll remain safe with me…”

A solemn promise came from the deepest parts of his spark,  and that was enough as a long journey was ahead of them. No harm would come to them, not while he stood as their protector.

── .✦

[feral-lore-creature]

Okay, okay, okay- someone hear me out:

Drift being an amazing friend and helping you through getting your hair cut, dyed & styled.

Maybe it's gender dysphoria, non-human dysphoria, just a need for change, whatever. He's gonna be there the whole way, talking you through it and hearing you out.

Because he's a Spectralist, he's especially hyped for the hair-dying/styling part. If you allow him, Drift's gonna tell you aaaallll about what colors fit your aura best.

Turns out he has some pretty cool ideas because he's not human and, as a result, has an "outside of the box" perspective. Even if some of his ideas are a little... impractical.

[scarlett-ggv]

Little daily flirtations

Wheeljack x reader

(I'm sorry if there is something that is not understood, the translator was never my friend.)

When you arrived at the Autobots' base, Wheeljack wasn’t the first to catch your attention. Not because he was easy to overlook, but because he was always buried in his lab, lost among tools, sparks, and projects only he understood. From a distance, you observed him with a mix of curiosity and caution. He seemed absorbed in his own world, his visor glowing as his large, skillful hands assembled parts with astonishing speed.

You thought he was the typical isolated scientist, the genius who preferred talking to circuits rather than people. But it only took watching him interact with others to know that wasn’t true. Wheeljack had a peculiar charisma, a spark of excitement in his voice whenever he talked about his inventions. He was kind and playful, yet he knew when to be serious. Even if his explosive experiments got him into trouble more times than he could count.

You didn’t have a real conversation with him until you were asked to oversee the progress of a crucial device for the Autobots' mission. When you entered his lab, he greeted you with a casual, "Hey," barely looking up from his project. His tone was relaxed, free of unnecessary formalities. Just a simple greeting, yet something in his voice carried the warmth of someone who, without truly knowing you yet, was already letting you into his world.

You smiled and glanced around before stepping closer to the large table where the half-built device rested. Its exposed wires and intricate mechanisms piqued your curiosity immediately. You leaned in slightly to examine it without touching, but just enough for Wheeljack to notice your interest.

What happened next caught you off guard. Instead of being annoyed or ignoring you, he started explaining. His voice brimmed with enthusiasm, his excitement tangible in every word. He didn’t look at you, but he spoke about its function, the materials, the improvements he still had in mind. And you listened. Without realizing it, the conversation flowed effortlessly, and from that day on, moments with Wheeljack became part of your routine. You enjoyed watching him work, the way his metal fingers handled tiny components with impeccable precision. Sometimes you helped by handing him tools; other times, you just sat nearby, absorbing the contagious energy with which he spoke about his projects. The image of the solitary scientist faded quickly when you discovered that, in reality, he loved sharing his knowledge especially with you.

It didn’t take long for you to realize Wheeljack wasn’t just brilliant in his lab. He was also a warrior. You had seen him in battle quick, cunning, using his intellect as much as his strength. He wasn’t just a defenseless inventor; he was a fighter with a spark of determination burning inside him.

And so, without planning it, without even seeking it, he became a part of your life. Someone you laughed with, spent long hours in the lab with, someone with whom the connection formed so naturally that no one at the base took long to notice the obvious.

By the end of the day, everyone knew Wheeljack already had his own human. As they liked to say.

You were no longer the newcomer at the base. You knew everyone, you had found your place, and if someone asked where you were, the answer was almost always the same: with Wheeljack.

You walked through the hallways with a lively step, already accustomed to the sparks and hums coming from his lab. You entered without announcing yourself, as always, with the confidence of someone who already belonged in that space. Wheeljack stood with his back to you, engrossed in a floating hologram filled with symbols and codes you couldn’t understand.

He barely turned when he heard the door close behind you.

—Oh, you’re here. Look at this —he said, his voice brimming with that endless excitement.

Without waiting for a response, he moved toward a corner of the lab, pushing tools and tangled cables aside with the ease of someone who worked in chaos as if it were order. He grabbed a stool and dragged it next to you. A silent invitation for you to sit.

He turned off the hologram and replaced it with another projection, this time focused on an object resting on the table. His movements were excited yet measured, his energy contagious as he arranged everything to show you his latest creation.

You sat down, watching him with curiosity. He placed the object in front of you, as if offering you a secret, then moved behind you. You smiled, slightly furrowing your brows. He wasn’t one to invade others' personal space, but this time, he didn’t seem to notice—too focused on his demonstration.

Without touching you, he leaned in and placed a glass box over the device. Instinctively, you looked up and found his face closer than expected. A blue glow flickered in his visor.

Then, with a light touch on your shoulder to get your attention, he gestured toward the device. He pressed a button connected to a tangled wire, and immediately, the small object released a cloud of purple smoke.

Your frown deepened as you tilted your head.

The smoke didn’t escape the glass box, contained in its transparent prison until, with a quiet mechanical hiss, a hidden vacuum in the table sucked it away entirely.

For safety, you assumed.

—What is it? —you asked, not taking your eyes off the strange device.

He looked proud. A lopsided smile appeared on his face as he took a few steps, picking up the object with the ease of someone who knew every piece as if it were part of him.

It wasn’t arrogant pride, but that vibrant spark that came when he talked about his creations, when he held something new in his hands with the certainty that it would work. His smirk, almost challenging, came naturally as he lifted the device, holding it with the delicacy of someone who knew all its secrets.

He tilted his head slightly to look at you, a mischievous glint in his optics.

—It doesn’t have a name yet —he said with a calmness that contrasted with the excitement in his voice.

His long, metal fingers slid over the circuits as he dismantled a piece with precise movements. He wasn’t looking at you, but his presence surrounded you, a palpable energy in the air, charged with the faint metallic scent of his lab.

—Its function is to release a smoke that can disable enemies —he continued, expertly turning a tiny mechanism as if it were part of him.

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you narrowed your eyes fondly.

—The mechanism already regulates the amount of smoke it releases in set rounds —he murmured while grabbing a screwdriver and adjusting a valve with a swift motion—. Now I just need to test its quality and effectiveness.

You watched him in silence, but he already knew. With every slight tilt of his head, with the way he moved around you without invading your space but still staying close, Wheeljack made it clear how comfortable he felt with you there.

—Tell me, Wheeljack… can you really make someone weak and unable to move with just one round of that?

Wheeljack nodded, focused on adjusting a component.

—Yeah, if the energy is calibrated right and applied at the right moment, I can make sure they don’t get up for a good while.

You smirked, your gaze trailing up and down his frame as you arched an eyebrow. He was still leaning over the table, completely oblivious.

—Mmh… and can the device do that too?

Wheeljack froze for a second. You could see the exact moment his processor made the connection, when the subtle trap in your words caught him. His optics flickered, his gaze shifting between you and the device in his hands. You smiled with the purest innocence.

He let out a brief, nervous laugh but tried to compose himself immediately. A failed attempt. His body language betrayed him—the slight stiffness in his servos, the way his fingers gripped the device a little too tightly.

—Yes, uh… well, also… —he muttered, looking away, suddenly very interested in anything else.

He tried to regain control, to pretend your comment hadn’t affected him. He pointed randomly toward a table cluttered with tools.

—Pass me that.

He didn’t specify what. A desperate attempt to change the subject.

You followed his gesture and saw a screwdriver. Narrowing your eyes in amusement, you moved with deliberate slowness, smiling even more.

—Of course.

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The Y/N in his mind:

When I learn the verb to be I won't say anything but there will be signs JAJAJAJAJ I LOVE U WHEELJACK - EL TRADUCTOR ME TIENE HARTA MALPARID,

SHOULD I PLACE ORDERS!??!?!??!!?!?

[it-happened-one-fic]

Gems - Fortress Maximus

Author Notes: Last fic for today, but I wanted to get the fics I hadn't written for my usual fandoms posted today as a sort of treat for myself. Don't worry, as of next week it'll be back to the usually scheduled fics. I wrote this while listening to "Meet Me in The Wood" by Lord Huron. Reader is human and gender-neutral, I hope you enjoy

Type: Fluff/ platonic or romantic (whichever you prefer)/ gender neutral reader

Word count: 1983

I watched as the familiar but heartbreaking presence of Fortress Maximus passed me by. Finding him on Garrus-9 had both been a relief and a nightmare in the making. 

What Overlord had done was beyond wrong and Max had scars that would last him for a lifetime. That, added to the fact that he’d snapped, hurt Rung, and thus had himself deemed dangerous was more than enough to worsen his view on both life and himself.

 I hadn’t met him till after he’d been found, but even I could tell that what was left now was a mere husk of the mech who’d kept track of all the inmates of Garrus-9. 

I found myself trotting out the door, following the enormous mech that typically avoided me. I was small compared to most Cybertronians to say the least, but compared to him I was downright miniscule. But, despite that, he always seemed to know where I was. Except for this time.

Currently he was so deep in his thoughts and memories that he was oblivious to my presence.

 I couldn’t blame him, though. Receiving news of Overlord was likely beyond horrifying for the gigantic fellow. 

I had to run full-tilt to have any hope of catching up to him before he made it to his berth-room where he would doubtless stew on his trauma and newfound info on Overlord.

 I couldn’t say that Max would seek vengeance. He wasn’t the type to sneak away and go off on a revenge-driven mission. Instead, he was the type to withdraw from all social contact and beat himself up over things that were anything but his fault.

And that was something I couldn’t stand. I hadn’t known Max long, but I could tell he was a gentle soul who avoided me for fear of hurting me. 

Despite Rodimus’s hypothesis that Max was afraid of humans, something told me that he wasn’t. I’d seen his discreet glances and hidden smiles that were directed specifically at me. 

No one else on this ship was as close to the floor as I was, so who else could it be directed at?

I was panting by the time I’d gotten close enough to hope that he would hear my call. Loud to my ears, but probably close to a whisper for him considering the raw distance between me and his helm, “MAX!”

He turned, despite all odds, and his optics immediately landed on me. He looked exhausted, with his expression holding the kind of fatigue that went beyond weariness and delved straight into his innermost core.

What was worse was that he’d looked that way for days. Even Rung had confided in me during lunch that he was very concerned for his patient/friend. 

Max was worse than he’d ever been and something told me it was more than just lack of sleep.

“Max are you…” I struggled to come right out and question his well-being. 

Max didn’t like for others to worry about him. In fact, he avoided attention as much as he could. 

But right now he just stared down at me. Tried but as patient as ever. Making me feel ridiculous for struggling to ask him a very, very simple question.

I sighed, inhaling before coming right out and asking exactly what I’d come to ask, “Are you alright?” 

He blinked at me, having the audacity to look surprised at my concern. Were it anyone else I might have been irritated. But this was Max. He probably didn’t think anyone, much less the lone human on this ship, cared.

“You look exhausted and… Well, I know something is wrong.” 

He snorted, surprising me with the cynical sound, “Isn’t something always wrong around here?” He straightened, optics scanning the hallway like he was making sure no one else was around.

I mean… He wasn’t wrong. This crew had run into one issue after another. “Well, yeah. But this is sort of worse than usual, isn’t it?”

His optics flicked back down to me, a sort of hollowness to his gaze as he uttered two words, “Is it?”

I almost cringed at his question. Because it was definitely worse than usual. Max was never like this.

 “Max… You haven’t been acting right these past few days and I… I’m worried,” I faltered slightly, hardly knowing what to say but also desperate to do something for this gigantic, but uniquely gentle mech.

There was a flatness to his tone when he answered, “I haven’t been ‘right’ since I woke up back on Garrus-9.” 

This time I did cringe. His words were likely true, and it was to be expected. No one could have come out that unchanged.

But at my reaction, the mech’s expression softened slightly and he shook his head, “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault and you’re being very kind. You have been very kind this entire time.”

He sighed, rubbing at his neck awkwardly before gesturing to the door, “Would you like to come in?” 

I barely hid my surprise at his offer. 

Max had been shy at best since coming here and my best attempts at befriending him were usually met with polite refusals. Him inviting me into his berth-room could only mean one thing. He really was upset this time. Upset enough that he couldn’t turn away offers of assistance.

I nodded though, following him into the dark room that soon flickered with cold blue light as the sensors registered our presence. His room was surprisingly bare, there was little in the way of personal items. In fact, if I were to be blunt, it seemed cold and impersonal.

“So… What is this all about Max?” He turned slightly, meeting my eyes with a guarded look. He sighed though, seemingly surrendering to the fact that I was here now, and lowered his servo for me to clamber onto.

He was unfailingly gentle when he held me. In many ways, he seemed to be terrified that he would hurt me even though I knew just from his actions that he’d sooner injure himself. He took slow steps, careful not to jostle me as we moved across the room.

He barely tilted his servo, letting me slide off and onto his berth which he sat down on next to me. “I’ve been thinking about everything that’s happened.”

I nodded at his answer as I settled in for a long talk with him, “Everything that has happened since coming here or…?” I trailed off, not quite willing to bring up that period of his life.

ButI was spared as he glanced sideways at me, knowing exactly what I meant, “Both.”

I hummed, out of my element but determined to try and help Max sort through his current troubles. If I could get him started talking then hopefully Rung could step in and finish up during their appointments. 

“Did the recent…” I paused, searching for the word. Overlord showing up in our basement was bad enough, now he was loose and seemed to still have an obsession with the mech next to me, “The recent information start all of this?”

Max merely snorted and shook his head, “No. This has been coming on for a while. I suppose I’m lost. I don’t know who I am anymore and I can’t go back to the way I was…. Not now.”

That was… A lot more than I had expected. Max was usually so quiet, I’d never thought he’d actually open up. Much less to me.

I hesitantly reached out, cautiously brushing my hand against his servo that rested next to me and he looked down. He wasn’t surprised, just tired looking.

 I offered a weak smile as I did my best to offer advice and comfort, “Change is natural. Everyone goes through change.”

He smiled at me wryly, “You sound like Rung.”

 I snorted despite myself at his words, “Is that a good thing?”

His smile fell and he looked off to the side, “Well… I kind of wanted to talk to you.” I stilled at his words, realizing exactly how stupid I’d been to try and behave like Rung. If he wanted to talk to his therapist he could have. But he hadn’t. He’d invited me into his berth room to talk to me.

I shifted awkwardly, looking away, unsure as to why he would want to talk to me but resolving to do just that and let him talk to me. Because even if it was awkward I could do that for him at the very least.

If I wanted him to tell me about his scars I’d have to share mine. 

“I… uh. I lost track of myself too at one point after coming here.” I was tense as his head swiveled so he could stare at me with wide optics. I couldn’t bring myself to look back at him, instead opting to lift my shoulder in a self-conscious half-shrug. 

“I guess that when I came aboard I hadn’t realized how much my home had been a part of me….” I could feel his silent stare, prodding me to continue so I did, feeling more and more awkward the second.

“Being away from Earth has been difficult and when….” I inhaled, encouraging myself to keep going, “Well… when you lose track of yourself it can’t help but be hard.”

I shook my head, because hard wasn’t the right word. I looked up at him, finally meeting his gaze, “In fact, it's beyond hard. It feels impossible sometimes. You learn things you don’t like about yourself and you want to change but stay the same all at once.”

I felt myself quail slightly under the weight of his stare, “At least… That’s how it’s been for me.” 

His gaze softened and he nodded, “It is.” 

Silence fell after his answer, and I really didn’t know what else to say. I could only hope he’d take the opening I’d given him to talk about his troubles.

He looked away, venting loudly as if he were preparing, “I don’t know if I’m a coward, weak, or a fool.” He looked back towards, sympathetic sadness lingering in his optics, “But I do know I’m not as brave as I thought.”

I felt myself smile slightly, a somber expression, but the best reassurance I could muster in this oddly raw moment. “I think you’re brave. You’ve lasted far longer than I would have under some pretty impossible pressure.”

I hesitated in the face of his slight smile, not sure if I could or should continue. Perhaps my current thoughts would sound stupid. But I forged onwards anyways, keeping a smile on my face as I continued, “You know, back on Earth they say diamonds are formed under pressure and that we see new parts of ourselves when things are at their worst. Maybe that’s what’s happening to us.”

He smiled, a little bigger and a little brighter this time. It made me wonder what he was like before he’d seen hell and came back out. Fire-forged, but scarred and wounded. “Maybe.”

I smiled back at him, feeling a little bit more genuine with this smile before looking away and allowing myself a quiet exhale. 

I was relieved that he seemed to feel a bit better and mortified that I’d shared what made me feel so shallow. I wasn’t the only one away from home after all….

“For what it’s worth,” His words dragged my startled attention back to him. I’d thought he was done…

“I think you’ll make one of the loveliest of all the gems Earth has ever made.'' I blinked up at him and he looked away, coughing slightly into his servo.

 I felt myself smile and nudged his other servo again, immediately gaining his attention, “Thanks Max. But I’m supposed to be comforting you.”

He grinned, a truly genuine one this time, “No reason I can’t do the same for you.”

[stickytrigger69]

Fluff with IDW Thundercracker with human girl reader

IDW Thundercracker x Human Female Reader

Reader is a human female

Readers features are unspecified

Hope you don't mind, but I've gone with platonic

Fluff

It summer time

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Customer service jobs really are the worst, but it was all you could grab, all that was available. And at least the two you were able to snag give enough to pay rent and all that but also at the cost of your sanity. How rude some people can be is often boggling to you. The best part of your days, though, is when you get a chance to spend some time with your best friend on the whole planet. Thundercracker is a fun person to be around with lots of inspiring qualities. He provokes your own creativity to flow so you both like sitting in peaceful silence or in a deep conversation about the arts. Like today.

Today was a little rough, so all you wanted was to spend some time with him, maybe watch a movie. But it seems he's having a very inspired day. Your heavy eyes struggle to stay focused on the film he wanted to watch with you. It's a philosophical film with lots of undertones and sub-plots and messages that he loves picking at. He usually doesn't talk during movies like these, but this one is really spurring him on, and thank goodness it does because if he wasn't talking, you would have fallen asleep ages ago. It makes you smile when he gets excited when he discovers something new about the story, the gasps, and the small personal notes he mutters under his breath.

Buster is asleep on your leg. He and the blankets and the large cybertronian are warm and comfortable. This is your happy place. In the middle of the woods with the two people you love most on this planet. Thundercracker knows you had a hard day, so he was mostly doing all this to distract you. He has your favorite snacks and pillows all set up and the prjector and screen. His interest in the human arts is one of the many things you two can bond over.

Just about every aspect of humanity is artistic and full of creativity and beauty, so he always has questions to ask. He keeps you on your toes and your mind fresh with his constant want to digest as much knowledge as he can about everything.

"Oh my, do you see it?" he asks as he notices something in the background.

"Hmmm, oh, yeah. What do you think it means?" you ask, seeing the color play, reds and oranges hinting at a mood change in the film.

"Something is changing..." he whispers and then is enveloped in the story once again, making you smile.

"You gonna make a movie like this some day, TC?" you ask tiredly.

"I don't know, do you think I'd be able to?" he asks quietly.

"I do, actually. You're really smart, and I feel like you could make a masterpiece that could put several A24 films to shame." You compliment before yawning making him smile. "The one you've been working on is really good already." Your eyes threaten to close.

"It could be better, though." He complains.

"Whatever. You're a baddie and a talented baddie at that. You and I are the baddest duo in the world." Your body shakes with his as he chuckles. You always say that, 'Oh, we're a couple of baddies, and nothing's gonna stand in our way.' Or whatever else you like saying. You're so aggressive with it. He said he was ugly once, and you threatened to kick his aft.

That's one of his favorite parts of your friendship. You're so supportive and caring in a way no one he knows has been. You seem to actually like spending time with him no matter how odd he is or if he's in a mood. You make him want to seek you out for support. If he needed to talk on cybertron, no one actually listened. Skyward was there, yeah, but he just. He wasn't like you. It's hard for him to explain. He knows he's tried before. He looks down at you; you've fallen asleep. Your little head rests comfortably against the glass of his chest. He likes thinking about you, how you're a reject in your own society like he was. He wonders what his life would have looked like if you were there and not Skywarp and Starscream. If you were a cybertronian.

He turns off the projector. He holds onto you and Buster while he moves around, looking for a comfortable spot to lay down. When he finally finds it, he pulls you and Buster up to rest in his neck. He stares up at the stars, keeping his hand around you and Buster. He didn't notice when he fell asleep, but he does notice that when he wakes up, you're not in the crevice of his neck where he left you. His hand is empty, and he's by himself. He looks around to make sure he won't step on you or something. Just a blanket and some pillows, not even Buster is here.

He's not sure what time it is, but looking at the sun's position and reading his body temperature from his HUD, it's almost lunchtime. Where did you go? He stands and tries to poke his head above the trees. He scratches his head and then rubs his cheek. Suddenly, he feels a paper pull away from his face.

'Went swimming.' A little pink post-it note with a smiley face drawn on it is stuck on his index finger.

"Swimming?" He asks himself before looking in all directions. Oh, the lake. He starts towards the right. Eventually, the large lake comes into view, and you and Buster are in the water.

"Hey, sleepyhead," you wave at him, "come get in with us. It feels so good." Your hands swirl around in the water.

"Gross, no, I'm okay." He sits at the edge of the water watching Buster run around.

"Ugh, 'gross', dude, c'mon. It's so fucking hot today, just get in, it'll cool you off." You mock him before scolding him.

"I don't care. Water is gross." He stretches his arms out.

"You're gross. Pussy." You insult him.

"Who?" He asks.

"Who what?" You're confused.

"Cares." He yawns.

"God you're such a bitch." He laughs at you. "Well, if you're jot getting in at least, let me jump off your hand into the water."

"Won't you die?" He smirks.

"Yeah, but at least it'll look cool." You giggle. He shakes his head and reaches for you. Before you even ask, he just lightly tosses you in the air and watches you spin around before landing in the water with a loud slap. When you resurface, there's a look of pain on your face, and it makes him chuckle.

"Ooooww, my ass, dude." You laugh awkwardly. "No warning or anything?" You swim to the edge of the water and walk out. The left side of your thigh is all red from coming into contact with the water.

"Oh Primus, that looks bad." His hand goes up to his mouth.

"You think?" You ask sarcastically and start pulling on his foot. "Now you have to get in, come on." He just watches you struggle before sighing deeply.

"Okay, okay, I'll get in." He stands, but before he actually starts getting in, he picks you up again and jumps in.

After a while of jumping around and being splashed by tidal waves, you're both just chillin' on the surface of the water. Just wading and sun bathing.

"Shit! I didn't put sunscreen on!" You sit up on his chest so fast it makes you dizzy. You quickly scan your arms and legs and rub softly at your face. It doesn't feel warm and sensitive like sunburn does but still, you're worried it's too late to put some on. If you got burned it will really suck. And it turns out, you did in fact get burned. The bridge of your nose and the height of your cheekbones are a reddish brown and your arms and legs are the same color.

"Does it hurt?" Thundercracker asks as he pokes your arm, sending heatwaves up towards your neck.

"Ow man! Yes, it does!" you exclaim.

"Awww, sorry 'bestie'," He mocks you, "here." He hands you a tub of ice cream.

"Where did you get this?" Confusion twists your face.

"Buster." The dog wags his tail at you.

"There's campers nearby aren't there?" You ask only for the cybertronian to shrug. With the shake of your head you pull the safety tab off and then remove the lid. "Were you able to steal some silverware at least?" You chuckle to yourself. You get up and go over to TC, to dig through his chest.

"What are you looking for?" He watches you confused.

"This." You hold up a little red swiss army knife. "I hid it in there along with some other stuff."

"Like what?!"

"Stuff." You shrug folding a spoon out of the tool. You sit with a sigh. "Thanks TC. I love hanging with you and Buster, you always make me feel so much better." You eat a big spoonful of ice cream. Even though he feels the same he's a little concerned about what else you've hidden in his subspace. With a hand on his chest he smiles softly. Whatever is in there, he'll cherish it when you're not around.

[solar4seekstron]

A 500 follower special

Introduction

Idk who made this if anyone know please let me know. When I saw this on twitter along with a few others of different art I fell in LOVE!

Immediately I got an idea for a fic. Just like with my shatter glass dream project, it’ll be long and detailed.

I hope I can make y’all simps enjoy the fic once I release it once at 500 followers.

It’ll be IDW!Megatron x IDW!Starscream X Cybertronian!GN!Reader.

TW/Tags: Toxic relationship, polyamorous, manipulation. Mild abuse, mild noncon/dubcon, possessiveness, forced relationship, few smut scenes, Megatron is always vaping, Starscream is a top and bottom, reader and Megatron use to love each other (more platonically) before things went to shit, starscream likes reader more then Megatron, Doubledealer is in this cause I love him shut up, Reader eventually realizes they can’t do anything, I think that’s all?

Can’t wait to release this long after chapter!!!!! It’s going to be so gooood!!!!!! 😈😈😈

Will really appreciate if you repost for more tf fans to find my page.

Transformers Masterlist

Request Prompt

[rowiewritesstuff]

Transformers Masterlist:

is my format confusing? LMK if it is! I want to make it accessible for everyone.

Color Coding:

Show/Continuity Yandere Fic ❤️ Romantic Fic 💑 Platonic Fic 🫂 Fic Name colored in red means TRIGGER WARNING. Read at your own risk. ❗ If something is more than one color, it can either be both or INTERPRETED as both.

Transformers Prime

Yandere!Ratchet vs Yandere!Knockout [Part 1]/Yandere!Nickel x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Ratchet vs Yandere!Knock Out [Part 2] ❤️

Yandere!Hardshell x Reader (Transformers: Prime) ❤️

Yandere!Megatron Matchup ❤️

Yandere!Starscream x AircraftMaintenanceTechnician!Reader ❤️

Yandere!Soundwave x Reader ❤️

Soft!Yandere!Optimus Prime x Reader ❤️

Soft!Yandere!Optimus Prime x Reader [Part 2] ❤️

Yandere!Soundwave x SelfHarmRecovering!Reader ❗❤️

Yandere!Shockwave x Reader x Yandere!Soundwave [Polyamorous]❤️

Yandere!Knock Out x Reader x Yandere!Breakdown [Polyamorous] ❤️

Yandere!Wheeljack x Reader/Yandere!Smokescreen x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Arcee x Reader❤️

Yandere!Bumblebee x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Ratchet x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Shockwave x Reader x Yandere!Soundwave [Polyamorous]❤️

Yandere!Shockwave x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Soundwave x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Knock Out x Reader x Yandere!Breakdown [Polyamorous] ❤️

Yandere!Wheeljack x Reader/Yandere!Smokescreen x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Arcee x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Bumblebee x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Ratchet x Reader ❤️

Yandere Breakdown x Reader ❤️

Starscream's Twin!Reader 🫂

Soundwave x Reader [Soulmates AU, Part 1] 💑

Soundwave x Reader [Soulmates AU, Part 2] 💑

Soulmate!Megatron x Reader [Soulmates] 💑

Soundwave x Cybertronian!Assassin!Reader 💑

Smokescreen x Cybertronian!Reader 💑

Optimus Prime Matchup 💑

Optimus Prime x Flirty!Reader 💑

RID 2015

Yandere!Soundwave x Reader

Sideswipe Matchup 💑

Transformers IDW

Yandere!Ratchet vs Yandere!Knockout [Part 1]/Yandere!Nickel x Reader❤️

Yandere!Deathsaurus Matchup ❤️

Yandere!Tarn x Reader ❤️

Rodimus x Reader [Nightmare hurt/comfort] 🫂 💑

Bayverse

Yandere!Optimus x Reader x Yandere!Megatron [Polyamorous] ❤️

Optimus Prime x Reader [Fluff] 💑

Earthspark

Yandere!Megatron x Reader ❤️

Yandere!Tarantulas x Reader ❤️

Frenzy Matchup 💑

G1

Yandere!Soundwave x FemmeAutobot!Reader ❤️

Yandere!Soundwave x Human!Reader [+cassettes] ❤️

Cross/Multi-Continuity

Multiverse!Optimus Primes x Reader [Multiverse, part 1] 💑

Bayverse!Optimus x Bayverse!Reader [Multiverse, part 2] 💑

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

°•°☆INTRODUCTION ☆°•°

haii! i'm niz/iza/zana and i'm a huge transformers fan. mostly the decepticons, they have me in a chokehold. this is a shameless simping account.

this is my blog dedicated to mostly just tf x cybertronian reader. i do romantic, platonic and general character hcs. i don't take requests unless specified in my bio. i write SFW & NSFW, it will be specified in the case of NSFW. the content may be graphic and there are warnings, read at your own discretion! i will be making the characters as in-character as i can, i won't sugarcoat.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!!! forgive me for any typos :")

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[in1-nutshell]

Tim visit the lost light

Little Timmy's going on a trip today!

Hope you enjoy!

Tim goes to the Lost Light

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight Angst, Human Reader

IDW/MTMTE

Fortress Maximus was trying his best.

He never had parents or anything really similar to parents, just good friends he gained later in life.

Parenthood never crossed his processor until Tim came along.

But there was so much a bot could do when a little boy gets bored doing and seeing the same things every day.

Tim wanted a change to his normal.

This caused more arguments between the two.

Red Alert walks into the main room to find Fort Max sitting in the seat sighing and putting his servos in his helm. He walks over to the taller mech and places a servo on his arm. Red Alert: “It happened again didn’t it?” Fort Max nods. Fort Max: “I don’t know what else to do Red… he hates me…” Red Alert grabs a spare chair and sits down. Red Alert: “Max, the boy doesn’t hate you. He just wants to see some things that are a bit hard to see with his condition. He wants more friends Max.” Fort Max: “You didn’t see the way his face went red. He hates me…” Red Alert: “Do I need to get Rung—Wait Rung!” Fort Max looks at him confused. Fort Max: “Rung? What does he have to do with this?” Red Alert: “Maybe he can help us out or even better help Tim too!” Fort Max: “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea…”

This works a bit and Tim gains a new friend.

He loves hearing stories about the wacky adventures the Lost Light gets into.

Tim wants to meet the orange mech in personally with everyone else… and he is going to make it possible.

Cerebros was getting a special crate of cameras ready to be teleported to the Lost Light.

Swerve had requested them after an incident in the bar that involved a pint of Nightmare Fuel, a dozen curly straws and roller blades.

Cerebros refused to ask further questions.

Tim puts his plan into action.

Slinging a bag with most of his medicines, he sneaks into the crate and gets teleported to the ship.

The crate gets open by a surprised Swerve and Bluestreaker. Tim is sitting in the box. Swerve: “…” Bluestreaker: “…” Tim: “…” Swerve: “…” Bluestreaker: “…” Tim: “… Hi—” Swerve and Bluestreaker: “AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Meanwhile in Ultra Magnus’s office… Magnus looks over at Rodimus with squinted optics. Magnus: “Did you do something?” Rodimus: “Huh?” Also in the medbay… Ratchet looks up from his reports. Ratchet: “Something just happened.” Drift: “Maybe we should head back to the habsuite and take a nap then?” Ratchet: “No.”

After the momentary freak out and brief explanation, Rung gets a very bizarre call from the bar.

Something about a human in the bar asking for him?

But he didn’t know any human except—

…

Rung had accidentally stepped on several mechs pedes trying to move into the bar.

There was a small crowd forming near the bar counter.

Everyone wanted to see the adorable little stowaway.

Tim’s smile went wide seeing the frazzled orange mech trying to squeeze in between mechs.

Ratchet, Mangus and the Co-Captains soon followed through.

Tim happily climbed onto Rung’s servos and started hugging his digits while telling him how much he missed him.

Rung: “While this is a pleasant surprise Tim, what about Fortress Maximus?” Tim waved his hand. Tim: “I left a note.” Whirl: “What about Fort Max?” Tim: “He’s, my dad!” Tailgate: “Cyclonus what’s a dad?” Cyclonus: “I don’t know Tailgate. I believe it is an Earth word.” Magnus: “It is a term for a parental figure.” Rodimus: “Wait did he… and a human…” Ratchet hits the back of his helm. Ratchet: “Of course not! Tim is his adopted son!” Tim blinks confused before shrugging off. Adults can be confusing.

There was an immediate rush to get in contact with Luna 1.

Too bad the ship was going through a communication dead zone.

It would take time for any calls to be made.

In the meantime, Tim was given the tour around the ship.

The little boy’s infectious joy and wonder started rubbing off the bots around him.

He had a blast on the ship.

From watching movies with the minibots.

Laughing and yelling inside the speedsters alt modes while racing down the halls.

Getting free rides on bots shoulders while they asked questions about Luna 1.

To falling asleep to Megatron reading some soft poems to him.

But there was one thing most of the bots noticed whenever it was their turn with the boy.

That Ratchet and Rung were never too far away.

Moreover, after a certain amount of time passed by, Tim had to consume something with water or Ratchet would take him away for a bit before returning.

Finally, after a bit of questioning, Ratchet told the that Tim was prone to getting sick a lot.

Much more than the average person and needed certain medications to help combat certain illnesses.

This is what most of the bots understood.

Human that’s sick = Death.

Tim is very confused why suddenly every bot on board what’s to wrap him in a blanket burrito and calls/ runs to the medbay if he sneezes.

Meanwhile, in Luna 1…

Fortress Maximus was in the middle of having his 15th mental breakdon since he went to go give Tim in his medicine and found a note instead.

It was so tiny he accidentally ripped it.

His yelling alerted Cerebros and Red Alert.

Everyone started searching around the base.

Fort Max took on the higher places and outside the base.

Red Alert was currently going through the cameras for any sign of the little boy.

Cerebros was looking in the cabinets and under tables.

Everyone was worried about where the boy had gone and their anxiety only grew as the alarms for his medicines went off.

Finally, Maximus had enough and started making calls.

Fort Max on a call. Fort Max: “C’mon… c’mon…” The call gets picked up. Prowl: “This is Prowl. Speak.” Fort Max: “We need your help on Luna 1.” Prowl: “what have you three managed to do this time? Don’t tell me you screwed with the monitors again? Or is it the spacebridge?” Fort Max: “Prowl I wouldn’t be calling you if it was about monitors and the spacebridge.” Prowl: “Then what could you possibly—” Fort Max: “Tim is missing you callous rust bucket!” Prowl: “… What?” Fort Max: “Tim has been missing since this morning and we’ve been looking around for hours! Now if you want to help—” Prowl from behind him: “Where?” Fort Max jumps at the sudden appearance of the Praxian. Fort Max: “GAH! Where did you come from!?” Prowl: ���Not important, where was the last place you saw him?”

Thankfully the Lost Light was able to get out of the dead zone and start contacting the base.

Tim was starting to get worried about his dad.

He had never been away from him, Red Alert or Cerebros for this long.

Hearing that he would be home soon was welcoming news for the boy.

No one was expecting Prowl and Fort Max to answer the call together.

Tim looks at the screen to see his Uncle and Father. He waves exciteably. Tim: “Dad! Uncle Prowl!” Prowl and Fort Max: “Tim!” Several bots hearing and watching the call freeze. Rodimus: “Uncle Prowl?” Chromedome places a digit on Tim’s forehead. Chromedome: “Are you okay Timmy?” Tim playfully swats the bots digit. Tim: “Yup!” Rewind crosses his arms while looking at Prowl. Rewind: “Uncle Prowl, really? Timmy are you sure you’re not confusing him for another bot?” Prowl glared at the minibot. Prowl: “I’m—” Fort Max slightly moved Prowl to get a better look at the video. Fort Max: “Tim! Are you okay!? Are you feeling okay!?” Rung moves into the camera. Rung: “There’s no need to worry Fortress Maximus. Tim has been taking his medications on time and is safe.” The larger mech sighs in relief. Prowl: “We will be waiting for the teleportation device to work on your end.” He looks over at Tim and softens his optics a bit and waves a bit. Tim waves back happily. Tim: “Bye Dad! Bye Uncle Prowl!” The call ended. Tim hummed happily thinking about going home. Rodimus: “Are we not going to talk about ‘Uncle Prowl’?!”

When Tim gets home, Fort Max tries to scold him for sneaking out…

But the tears coming out of the corner of his optics and desperate hugs tell a different story.

He doesn’t have to worry though, Red Alert and Cerebros make sure that Tim gets his scolding and grounding.

…Right after another tearful reunion.

Prowl has a private talk with Tim about the importance of telling the adults (or him) where he goes if he wants to go outside the base again.

Tim promises to tell someone when he wants to go outside or visit someone again.

Prowl is almost satisfied with the day… until he hears Tim excitably talking to ‘Uncle Chromedome’ and ‘Uncle Rewind’.

[cheschesterpossum]

(In reference to that Yandere Transformers post about turning humans into Cybertronians, bc it's kinda scaaary. And I like thinking about the angst.)

(It could be something regular Rung and Primes do as well, but it fits SG! Rung and Primes slightly better.)

Hear me out.

SG! Rung, and the Primes figuring out how to transform humans into Cybertronians so they could preserve their (Favorite) creator, and not lose them in, like, 50 Earth Years. Once they're transformed, Y/N has to learn how to adapt to their new life as one of the creatures they helped to create. Unable to go back to their old life even if they wanted to.

I imagine that they'd probably be, like, a regular Cybertronian? They aren't gonna start out godlike, or anything. lmao. The only thing they do have going for them is the knowledge of how to control/kill switch other Cybertronians. Which is strong, sure, but not something that can't be countered with careful planning. Also, Primus, and the Primes themselves answer to them. So yeah.

Them starting out normal won't stop their clingy immortal son, and grand children from making them immortal as well, though. Maybe even giving them Prime/God status of their own volition to allow them enough strength to keep up with them.

-Perchance Anon

Oh my goodness how are you so big brained Perchance???

(I know you meant for this to be wholly platonic with Rung, but I feel like this could be both romantic or platonic)

(Also SG Primes are all asshole, they're the one putting the cogless bots in the mine, not Sentinel. Just my way of interpreting sg universe for tfone)

The SG!Primes and SG!Rung, as much as they're a bunch of evil little shits they're absolutely terrified of losing their y/n (again). The abandon arc left them all with abandonment issue whether they're aware or not.

The first time you're gone maybe temporary (for a long gosh darn time by the pocket universe's standard) but you being gone of old age is permanent, and that terrify them to the core.

I like to think y/n start off as a cogless bot at first bcs the Primes and Rung were pretty hasty when turning them into a cybertronian. I'm making y/n small af compared to their brats (like how small cogless bot are compared to the Primes. They're massive wtf). Adapting to your new form is going to be pretty tricky but worry not as your beloved creations are here to guide you! (Also for some reason you still have your human organs but they're made of metal now, but your heart is replaced with spark, just bcs I like weird body horror)

Can you imagine how scandalous that would be? The Primes? Having a cogless bot around? And catering towards their needs? Did the Primes just call the bot 'SIRE'? Letting that COGLESS bot boss the PRIMES around? Wait wtf do you mean Primus and the Matrix flog towards the bot as well? WHO IS THIS???????

Even SG!Sentinel is baffled as well, he have no idea where y/n come from, their origin and who they are (whenever he try to ask the Primes get strangely hostile and on guard towards him). But other than that he's really concerned for you, because like he's been around the Primes for a long time (not as much as you but shhhh) so... were you kidnapped? (Tbh yeah) Are they keeping you as a pet? Are they keeping you hostage?

I do think they'll make you a lot more durable than the average bot, like INSANELY durable, so you could keep up with them and wouldn't get crushed by just a hug. You're a walking indestructible cogless deity or demi-god now.

Aside from that I'd like to add a side effect: considering y/n have a bond that runs deep with with Primes and Primus (Rung), their spark is connected to them. The Primes and Rung can feel your emotions and can sense when you're in danger or distress- this caused you to have less personal space- bcs whenever they remotely sense that you're upset at something they're getting there at light speed.

One of the High Guard: *makes a not so funny pun*

SG!y/n: erm... haha-

*The wall besides you two explode as your brats(Primes) burst through it, and they're ready to give the high guard a demotion (death)*

Either that or Rung strike the "offending" bot down with a lightning strike out of nowhere. Doesn't matter if it's sunny or you two are inside a building.

Due to that everyone is walking on eggshells whenever they're in y/n's presence, they value their lives.

When you recharge (if you're not being cuddled by SG!Rung in a bone breaking grip already) you can hear whispers of Rung's voice, not in your audials but in your processor. He whispers many things and many reassurance, sprinkle in some manipulation to keep you here.

Did I forget to mention you don't have much freedom either? They keep you in the palace 24/24 because they're paranoid of y/n escaping or being stolen by someone or getting hurt or worse killed. Even if you go outside there will always be company, whether it'd be the Primes, (usually) Rung or the few high guards they trust to be with you.

The Primes would constantly try to show off and one up eachother now that their sire is back in their life, just like good old time. But more often than not Rung would whisk y/n away when they're not looking.

On the upside you're treated very well! The way they act to others and towards you is like black and white. You could call the Primes by their name (not title) or nickname anytime you want ("Hey Megatronny"), but if other bot calls them that? That bot is dead.

You can still scold them and boss them around ("Onyx! Stop trying to peck your siblings processor!), and they'd listen (hopefully). They're more like clingy spoiled brats to you than anything. The power you held is... terrifying to everyone else ngl.

You may never be able to get back to your world or be human anymore. But hey you have free healthcare, food, no need to pay rent, no need to pull an all-nighter for work now! Not like you can escape Rung's watchful optic anyway👁👁 (from having a job to being unemployed, best glow up yet).

And ykw? Feel free to activate and use the Matrix of Leadership anytime you want. You still can't believe the toy you bought from ebay turned divine.

[unistaryo]

REQUEST PAGE

OPEN/CLOSED: OPEN✅

Hi!! Firstly, to request something from me, please send an ask to my inbox, message me directly, or comment here, not under any other post. Otherwise, I might lose or forget about your request. I will write anything, whether it's oneshots, drabbles, headcanons, or OC content, as long as it doesn’t include any of the following: - minor-adult ROMANTIC relationships (platonic is fine) - ship only content (ship x OC/ ship x Reader is okay) And now that we’ve got that out of the way, here are the fandoms I write for:

Hellsing (2001/Ultimate/Abridged)

Transformers (Prime, Animated, Idw)

Mononoke

JJBA (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan

Good Omens

Marvel ( the Avengers Movies, Iron Man, Captain America, Thor movies, Loki, Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes)

Drifting Dragons

Attack On Titan

Dracula (2020)

BBC Sherlock

One Punch Man

Asterix & Obelix

Drak Pack

That's all, bye-bye!!!

[lovefazedforvenomsnake]

MY TRANSFORMERS MASTERLIST

Warnings: nsfw

NSFW =🌡, Fluff = 🔆, Normal=🎐, Other = 🔱, platonic = 🎋

WFC

Jetfire smut🌡

Multiple franchise!Autobots x Moved on!reader(most are wfc)

IDW 1&2

Senator Shockwave — part 1🎐

Yandere shockwave — Here 🔱

MOR/OFM

Soundwave x reader — smut🌡

G1

None yet, ❓️

TFP

Oc X megatron, platonic 1 & 2 🎋

CBW

Overlord smut (not done yet,!)🌡

SG

Sg LOVER!Soundwave nfsw 🌡

And rules.

what will I do?:

Non con

Angst

Smut

Suggestive

Kinks

Headcanons

Platonic

Yandere

Oc

Fluff

Whatever.

NO's:

pedophilia,

Necro

Zoop

Racists

Ships

Incest

Hard Kinks,

Weird kinks

[periodbloodmanipulator]

Hello, everyone!!! My name is Mardi and I'm taking HEADCANNON requests!! (DON'T REQUEST ONE SHOTS)

I'm not making a masterlist. Just search for your tag. #jjk x reader or #transformers x reader

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ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤

• I only write 'x reader' content. So please do not request ocs.

• All requests should specify if it's a gender-neutral reader or one of a specific gender/sex. If you do not specify the gender of the reader, I will just by default make the reader gender neutral.

• I'm okay with writing angst. Such as cutting, suicide, self harm, past abuse, ect. I'm a little bit iffy with cheating, because I feel as if most of the characters wouldn't cheat on you. But I'm perfectly fine with them helping you through a breakup.

• Please specify if you want a human or Cybertronian/Omnic/Curse reader. If you don't, I'll just make them a regular human. Or skip it.

• For each ask, I will write a minimum of up to 4 characters per ask.

• You can personalize a request, but DO NOT make it painfully obvious.

• Do not request oneshots. I will post oneshots simply whenever I feel like it. As of right now, I'll only take headcannons or questions about the characters.

• if I do not like your request, or if it makes me uncomfy, I have every right to deny your request and/or delete it.

𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕀 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣

~Overwatch

• Mercy

• Reinhardt

• Mauga

• Reaper

• Ramattra

• Zenyatta

• Sombra

• Widowmaker

• Junkrat

• Dva

• Echo

• Mei

• Ashe

• Bastion (Platonic)

• Ana

~Bayverse

• Bumblebee

• Optimus

• Megatron

• Hot Rod

• Dino

• Jazz

• Sideswipe

~ ROTB:

• Optimus

• Mirage

• Niah Diaz

• Wheeljack

~ Transformers Prime

• Optimus

• Bumblebee

• Arcee

• Wheeljack

• Rachet (The literal girlboss)

• Bulkhead (platonic)

• Ultra Magnus

• Megatron

• Soundwave

• Starscream

• Shockwave

• Predaking

• Knockout

• Breakdown

• Dreadwing

• 5t3v3 + T0M + G4RR1

• Hardshell + Insecticons

• Arachnid

• Basically everyone. If I didn't name them, request anyways. I'll update later.

~ R.I.D 2015

• Bumblebee

• Jazz

• StrongArm

• Grimlock

• Soundwave

• Fixit

• Sideswipe

• Steeljaw

~ Transformers Animated (TFA)

• Bumblebee

• Rachet

• Bulkhead

• Blurr

• Prowl

• Jazz

• Longarm

• Megatron

• Starscream

• Blitzwing

• Lugnut

• Shockwave

• Blackarachnia

~ MTMTE

• Rodimus Prime

• Whirl

• Megatron

• Chromedome

• Rewind

• Poly!Chrome&Rewind

• Elita One (G1 AND Idw)

~ JJK

• Any and all characters. Except Mahito.

[themimicwecallmeg]

Hello! Name’s Meg and I am currently in my Transformers Phase :3

⚠️ I don’t do requests ⚠️

Last updated: 08/06/2025 (day/month/year)

Hey look! My Messy Headcanon Factory! (Secondary blog for my random headcanons that I wanna share)

WOOSH~

Masterlist link too:

MASTERLIST:

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What I write/draw: ❌ = I don’t ✅ = I do

❌ NSFW and all that is gathered in and around it, I just don’t feel comfortable writing sm*t and stuff like that. Oh and NO NON-CON (non-consensual for those who don’t know)

✅ Fluff, angst, Yandere (DEPENDS FOR THIS ONE)… and I dunno what else we’ll see in the future

❌ Anything romantic or sensual between minor/teenager and adult or cybertronian

✅ Anything platonic and aesthetic in general, adult x cybertronian, cybertronian x cybertronian is okay for romantic and sensual but like said above no sm*t

❌ Homophobia, racism, transphobia, sexism and everything that is hateful will not be tolerated

✅ Cybertronian Reader x Canon/OOC (OOC means Out-Of-Character in case you didn’t know), Human Reader x Canon/OOC, Canon x OC, OOC x OC, KEEP IN MIND THAT THE OCs ARE MINE, Canon x Canon

❌: Human Reader x Human (there can be exceptions, OC x OC (collabs in other words since I’m a bit new for that)

✅ As a clingy person myself, I’m pretty tolerant with cringe stuff… but still it doesn’t mean you can straight up write brainrot or anime slangs (like the *almost throws up* oi oi oi baka trend) in my comment sections, DMs or Asks…

❌: Requests… I recently decided to not make those anymore… I want to write stuff that I like :3 thank you for your understanding

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⚠️AGAIN PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I AM NEW TO THIS, YOU CAN GIVE ME TIPS AND WAYS TO IMPROVE MY WAYS, BUT PLEASE BE CONSTRUCTIVE⚠️

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(My writing “schedule” is also aft since I have school… and a scrappy motivation)

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What I CAN do in the TF fandom:

Transformers ONE, Transformers movies (Bay/Knightverse), Transformers Prime

I need to continue watching/reading:

Transformers Earthspark, Transformers G1, IDW (MTMTE/LL, Skybound, etc…)

I need to watch it:

Transformers War for Cybertron, Transformers Robots in Desguise 2015, Rescue Bots, Transformers Cyberverse

Will not/Can’t watch:

Transformers Animated, Transformers Robots in Desguise that IS NOT 2015, the video games, Armada, Energon, Metal Cardbot and the others that I don’t remember at the moment

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TAGS:

#Meg Answers The Call (for asks)

#Meg Yaps (for me rambling about random stuff that isn’t really important)

#Meg Writes (for my own writing)

#Meg Art (for my own art ^v^)

#Announcement

#‼️Important‼️

#Poll

#Reblog

That’s it!! ENJOY >:3