#optimusxreader

[cas-kingdom]

Hi there! I just wanted to say how much I love love LOVE your optimusxreader fics. Especially the Father’s Day one. I love all the fluff! But also the one about disobeying orders! You write beautifully and I just wanted to stop by and tell you that 😊

Hey! Thank you so much, I really appreciate the love <3

[liaswritesrobots]

Request for small blurb (headcanon or other) for TFA Optimus. How would he react to a Cybertronian s/o who wears a mask all the time only to find out they wear it to hide their sharp teeth (like it’s a decepticon trait and they’re afraid of people’s reactions)? Maybe he catches them trying to fix the mask after it being damaged in a fight and their baring their teeth in frustration.

Optimus Prime never paid too much mind to your size, even if you were bigger than him, because Bulkhead's a pretty big bot too. Even Ultra Magnus is rather tall, and so are the jettwins. But right now, in this moment, he understood perfectly why you're taller than most of the team.

He knew deep down that something was gonna go wrong today, he just never imagined that it'd be Lugnut going on a rampage through the city and managing to overpower both of you, especially since you're pretty strong, probably the strongest on the team next to Bulkhead, so you can imagine the horror that flashed across his when he saw Lugnut pick you up by the leg and swing you right into a building before grappling your face with his clawed servo.

Thankfully Optimus managed to knock him back when he rammed into him, but unfortunately for you Lugnut hadn't let go of your mask, so it ended up getting torn off, leaving a few nasty scratches on your face.

"Optimus!" you shouted, "Are you ok?" a look of worry plastered on your face before you sneered in Lugnut's direction

"Yeah I am, what abou-" He paused upon noticing you, this is the first time he's seen you without that mask… the first time he's seen your fangs. Fangs like the kind some Decepticons have.

You realize a little too late that your mouth is exposed, but you scramble to cover it with your servos anyway. It doesn't matter now though, he's already seen your fangs, and you don't doubt that he's going to have questions.

He must have noticed the worry and guilt in your optics because he turned his helm from you, "We'll talk about this later. Right now we need to stop Lugnut." he said in his usual heroic tone, but you could tell there was something else there, something that felt like anger to you.

"Right." You agree, standing up and brushing the rubble away. 

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"Why did you hide this?" Optimus questions you in the privacy of your shared habsuite. 

Thankfully after you two defeated Lugnut he got your mask back for you and didn't bring it up to the other's once you got back to the base. But now? Now he's leaning over the table with his brows furrowed and a frown on his face. You feel like you're being interrogated by a cop that's gonna throw out all evidence and toss you in jail no matter what you say.

"I… I don't know." You lie.

"What do you mean you don't know?! You're a- were a Decepticon right?"

"In the past." 

"How do I know you won't go back? Or that you're not a spy? We already had one Autobot end up being a spy, how do I know you haven't been one this entire time too?!"

"I'm not. I left the Decepticons long ago because I didn't completely agree with what the movement became. I just… I thought if you knew… you wouldn't want me around." You say, telling him the truth this time.

"How can I be sure though? How can I be sure I'm not putting my team- my friends- in danger with you around?"

You make a grab for his servo, holding it gently between yours, "Optimus please, just look into my optics for the truth, I never meant to hurt you by keeping this from you, it was so… it was so you wouldn't hurt me."

A look of shock crosses Optimus' face as he does look you in the optics and sees the worry, fear, and regret in them.

"I know the Autobots don't necessarily take kindly to those who were Decepticons even after we defect. I was scared I'd be locked away forever, or worse. I never meant for anything like this, I swear. And I swear I'd never hurt you or this team. I love you Optimus, and I love this team, it's the closest thing I've ever had to real friends, and I'd do anything for every one of you."

Optimus' expression softens at the sincerity in your optics, he can tell in his spark that you're telling the truth, "Alright," he says, taking a deep sigh, "I believe you. But I think maybe we should tell the team too, just in case another accident like today happens, that way there are no surprises. You don't have to go into detail about your past if you don't want to, but I think it's important that everyone here knows."

"Alright," you give him a weak smile, "We'll tell them then."

[primusdemoniccreatrix]

International Joys (Optimus Prime X Reader)

Hey y’all, a Canadian girl here with Canada Day oneshot for Optimus! Enjoy!

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Optimus entered the lit base, the lights shining off his cherry paint and glinting off the blue on his pedes. The others had woken up earlier to pursue their charges, and now he entered to a base nearly quiet with early morning serenity (save for Miko’s loud voice, though he was she meant to be  little...outspoken). 

Miko and Jack sat with one another on the couch in front of the television, as he learned it was called, as it played an advertisement for fireworks on low volume, providing background white noise for the group. Miko enthusiastically began to point to the television before arching her hands and fluttering her fingers, no doubt imitating the fireworks. 

Smiling at the duo, he knew that of the three bots assigned humans, there would be one out on patrol, one within the base, and one still picking up their charge. Ratchet was at the console, probably up earlier than any of them to do extra work. His stubborn friend and medic, doing anything he could to help even when he was recharge-deprived. Thank goodness that Ratchet recharged this week a few times unlike running himself to near forced recharge like last week. 

“Good morning, old friend” Optimus’ voice interrupted Ratchet apparently, as the CMO jumped and turned to face him in amiable surprise before scolding him. 

“I am working with delicate instruments and algorithms, Optimus. You know better than to startle me” Ratchet said, masking his playful meaning with a grouchy attitude. 

“Is there any Decepticon activity to report?” 

“None, thankfully. I will keep you updated in case anything happens” Ratchet promised, delivering some good news this morning. 

Ratchet’s statement was followed by a chorus of laughter from the human children, and Optimus could see the corner of Ratchet’s mouth twitch slightly in a smile. Optimus basked in the tranquility of the morning. 

The distant rumble of a familiar engine signalled the arrival of the last bot, who was assigned a human. 

Bumblebee turned the corner, the asphalt under his tires quickly transitioning to the cool concrete of the base’s floor, the Autobot symbol pressed into the floor signalling that he was safe to transform and stop, as he was home. 

Bumblebee stopped quickly and spun on his tires, skidding to a stop as his trunk whirled to face the stairwell leading to the mezzanine for the humans. Both backseat doors opened up as two humans stepped out. 

Bumblebee’s partner Raf came outside first, opening his door and unlatching his seatbelt, gently pushing the latch out of the way as the belt retracted on its own, and he rushed up to the mezzanine, smiling up at Miko and Jack. 

The second human was a recent addition. She had become their new charge as a result of an accidental clash with Decepticons. Surprisingly enough, the Autobots were the ones who the ‘Cons met first, and upon seeing the bots getting hurt, particularly Optimus as he fought the Vehicons, the human surprised him by actually attacking the Decepticon, giving him enough of a window to destroy both of the Vehicons attacking him. Since that day about 2 months ago, the human had joined them. 

Their name was (Y/N). They were a University student in Canada, but came to the base often with an Autobot because of how their encounter with the bots, which was from Optimus’ mission in Canada to investigate a small energon signal that day. Bumblebee collected them today, and though they were partnered with Optimus, it was obvious to them that Optimus didn’t have time for them always, and often paired with whatever Autobot was available (and for their understanding, Optimus was eternally grateful). It took a small while for them all to adjust to a new human in their fold, but the human had become a necessity in the base. 

Optimus became curious as he observed Raf helping (Y/N) with a package, full of many little trinkets, in dichrome red and white. Raf helped (Y/N) take the package up the stairs, both of them whispering in hushed excitement. Miko and Jack were visibly confused, wondering what was going on. Only Miko voiced it out loud. 

“Whatch’ya got there?” asked Miko, leaning over the railing (in a way that the Autobots slightly feared she’d fall) to investigate the box. Raf chuckled as he cryptically spoke between giggles: “You’ll see, Miko”. It did nothing to sate her curiosity, and thus Miko turned and huffed, pouting as she dramatically dropped back to seat herself on the couch, arms crossed, wondering what was going to happen. 

Raf and (Y/N) stepped onto the platform and placed the box onto the table, before Raf whispered something to Miko and Jack that made their eyes light up. The kids then began to dig through the box, and pulled out little things and set them up on the table. (Y/N) grabbed a bunch of flimsy paper strings in red and white, and began to lock them together. Jack and Raf began to cut coloured paper while Miko began to draw. Together, the humans began to create multiple pieces of art. Bumblebee and Bulkhead asked their charges what was going on, but they were silenced with a cryptic statement of finding out later.

Miko and (Y/N) whispered to one another and Miko soon began to repeat what (YN) had taught her, which was to weave the paper strings to and fro until they were flattened into little folded squares. The boys soon came to (Y/N) and announced they finished their paper crafts, and together they set aside their crafts before placing a candle beside the box, and taking out a small plastic bag filled with wires and laid it on the table. The boys and Miko then helped (Y/N) get their crafts together to one corner of the railing. 

Optimus and Ratchet were the closest to them, and both Prime and medic watched in curiosity as Miko and (Y/N) pulled on opposite ends of the square, unravelling it into a woven interlocking pattern of red and white in a decorative weave. Miko and (Y/N) secured the string before giving the thumbs up to the boys, with Miko yelling: “You can start!” 

Her yell attracted the attention of passing Autobots, specifically their guardians. Arcee, Bulkhead and Bee watched as the boys began to tape little pointy leaf shapes below the streamer. Bulkhead recognized some of Miko’s drawings as Jack and Raf taped a few red and white little squares to the railing. 

The children were decorating. For what, they didn’t know. 

Optimus too grew curious, and having decided he needed answers, quietly walked up to (Y/N). 

(Y/N) stood on the left railing, on their right on the mezzanine, a ways from the lounge and on the adjacent wall from Fowler’s on-site office. Miko stood closest to the stairs as she held onto the end of another set of woven paper, while (Y/N) had gone to the railing’s end at a wall, pulling the length to the end and preparing to secure it. Miko, having received the cue, also began to pin down the woven end with tape. 

Optimus approached (Y/N) while they concentrated on taping the end, either not noticing he was approaching or simply not really moving because they didn’t feel like they needed to. Optimus stepped close to the riling before leaning down slightly, closer to eye level with the human as they fiddled with the tape, scraping at it with their fingernails. 

“If I may ask, what are you holding?” Optimus’ voice rang through the base, the question on every bot’s mind lingering in the air. (Y/N) turned from the tape to face him, giving them a warm smile that totally didn’t make him melt on the inside. 

“They’re streamers, Optimus; decorative papercraft. We’re decorating the base” (Y/N) explained, their voice warm with tranquility with the prospect of a celebration. 

“May I ask what the occasion is?” the Prime asked.

(Y/N) turned to answer him once more, with a smile even brighter, explaining: 

“Today is July 1st, also known as Canada Day. I’m from Canada, so I thought that I might celebrate it, along with July 4th for the States later. I wanted to celebrate it at the base, and well”, (Y/N), averting their gaze back to the tape before turning to him once more, “I wanted to bring a piece of home with me for one day, something Canadian” they explained, and a hush fell over the whole base as the children continued decorating. 

Optimus relayed the information, thinking it over in his head. While (Y/N) may be in the States, they celebrated the day of independence for their country in a different sovereign land. Though the Autobots knew about the Fourth of July (in huge part to Fowler’s love of the day and his country), they never truly grasped til now that there were people in the base who came from a different background, and while the children already had enough differences but a shared American holiday, the forgot that there were more unique differences they had yet to learn. Humanity was so connected yet so different in many unique nuances, it never failed to inspire a small amount of wonder in them. 

The last statement (Y/N) gave made Optimus wonder if they were missing home. 

This is likely a day they would spend with friends and family, and not being there but instead here, with them, he wondered if the newest charge was feeling lonely. 

(Y/N) whispered a tiny ‘aha’ as they finally got the tape to unravel, and with a quick pull to the cutting edge they secured the end of their streamer to the railing, before helping Miko in putting little leaves up again. 

Looking closer at the decorations, Optimus recognized the leaves. Red Maple. 

A symbol of Canada. 

The little drawings Miko made were of red and white Canadian flags. A miniature one sat upon the table, held up by a weighted stand, the flag waving under the air vent. 

Optimus thought back to a few weeks after (Y/N) had joined them, and was sitting under the vent while the children shied away, Jack questioning how (Y/N) could stand the cool air which to him felt frigid. Optimus chuckled inwardly before, but looking at it now, they must have missed the north. 

Maybe this day was what they needed to reconnect with home. 

(Y/N), Jack, Miko and Raf finished their decorations, before sitting down together and opening a small container from (Y/N)’s box. Inside were confectioneries called ‘cookies’, little baked sweets. Optimus couldn’t help but smile inwardly as the humans all noted the small circular disk of white with two sides of red and one adorably drawn red maple leaf in icing. The children ate the cookies, enjoying the flavour. Miko had the bright idea to grab her water bottle and raise it up in toast of Canada Day, before the others followed suit, exclaiming ‘to Canada Day’ as they tapped their water bottles in celebration, giggling together on the sofa, enjoying the minor festivities and company. 

Optimus worked at the terminal with Ratchet before (Y/N)’s voice called out to him. 

“Optimus, can we go to the roof? Me and the others want to show you guys something up top”. 

“I doubt it’s anything important” Ratchet grumbled under his breath, though the underlying curiosity in his voice was not lost on Optimus. The elevator’s doors closed, going up, and Optimus could see it carrying the other children up. 

“I will go, Ratchet. You may remain, though I urge you to come too” Optimus stated, nodding to the other bots in the base to go up to the roof with him, stopping only to collect (Y/N) in his palm, seeing as the human elevator had yet to return. Optimus, Bee, Bulkhead and Arcee squeezed into the Cybertronian-sized elevator, watching the floors pass as the elevator lifted them. The Autobots stepped out onto the roof one by one, watching the children mill about as they placed tiny little contraptions around the roof’s perimeter in a large (comparative to humans) circle. They were a bit wiry, and each of the children held a small candle. Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead stepped out of the elevator to greet their charges, to see what they were doing. Optimus stepped out last, placing (Y/N) on the ground before joining the other bots outside the circle to watch their charges. 

The Autobots watched as (Y/N) ran to them, holding a candle. They looked on in shock as (Y//N) pulled a small box out of their pocket and rubbed a small stick along the side of the box, lighting it on fire. They watched uneasily, slightly holding one another back from stepping in as (Y/N) lit their candle on fire, blowing away the flame on the small stick and smothering it under their footwear. They held their candle towards the group, who ignited their candle wicks, before each of them took off in different directions. Jack, Miko, Raf and (Y/N) paired up a few feet away from the centre and one another, each one lighting one of the little contraptions, before moving on to light more. Each one lit 4, making 16 in total. 

The Autobots watched in humble awe as the children stood in the centre of the circle, their tiny flaming decorations letting out little sparks, but none of them were in close enough range to get lit. The bots watched in the dying rays of the summer sun as the eyes of their humans lit up with the sparks, throwing flecks of gold in their honey coloured, sky coloured, cinnamon coloured, (descriptive eye colour) coloured eyes, wonder and joy alight upon their youthful, innocent features. The bots looked into their charges’ eyes, noting the incredible colours of the light in the humans’ eyes, shadows playing upon the roof, and in the light of the sparkling little flares surrounding the humans and the evening sky above sprinkled with spare stars in setting sunlight the bots swore they could see the beauty of humanity, the same they saw in one another and themselves. For a single moment, everything looked and felt perfect, and the children were ethereal in their own otherworldly beauty. 

The little flames died down and the ‘sparklers’, as they heard Miko call them, were extinguished on their own. The bots watched as the humans gathered smaller sparklers in their hands and lit them with their candles, before running around and drawing shapes and playing games with their flaming little wands (which, loathe as they were to admit it, scared the Autobots half to death for a moment or two). (Y/N) gestured the other three to their side, and each human offered their guardian one. Bulkhead immediately held onto it carefully when Miko offered it to him; Arcee gingerly accepted and held one after Jack implored her twice to grab one, promising her it was fun; Bumblebee beeped worriedly as Raf encouraged him before promising all would be well, and with their candles, the children lit each of their guardians’ sparklers, watching the light play on their divine, metallic features much like the Autobots did earlier to them. Bumblebee and Raf pretended to be wizards from ‘Harry Potter’, a favourite of Raf’s books, while Bulkhead and Miko waved them around telling stories and making plans for ‘dune bashing’ tomorrow. Jack chuckled at Arcee’s attempts to spell human words in the air with her sparkler, and they took turns comparing and complaining lightheartedly about the light in one another’s eyes. 

Optimus turned to the feeling of a human tapping his pede, and looking down he could see the face of (Y/N) lit by their own sparkler in the dull light of the set sun. 

“Optimus? Would you like one?” asked his charge, holding in their hand a sparkler. 

“No, thank you. You may enjoy it instead” Optimus declined. 

Optimus watched as (Y/N)’s shoulders drooped a little and their smile dropped slightly at his rejection, and he felt bad knowing that this day meant something to them; he was about to offer to take it until he was surprised by (Y/N) handing the sparkler over to Jack who handed it to Miko whose sparkler was extinguished. 

(Y/N) turned back to Optimus, and asked: “Can I stick with you?” 

Having felt badly about rejecting the sparkler, Optimus nodded, lowering his pedes until they were safely both low on the floor. (Y/N) stepped around the edges of his pedes before sitting, leaning against his knee, watching the children and their guardians play together in quiet appreciation. 

Optimus snuck glances towards his charge, looking at (Y/N), who no doubt watched the goings-on with a fond smile like his own. It made him smile too, to see his soldiers connecting with their charges, learning more about humanity and just...enjoying life, even for just a day in their hard lives. The times had been harsh, the war leaving none of them unscathed, but to see them carefree as if there was no war was quite a treat they deserved. With this, they could enjoy a moment of peace and remember what they fought to protect for future generations of both Cybertron and now, Earth. 

Watching (Y/N) and the others, he couldn’t help but think about how they probably would be celebrating at home happily with their own friends and family. He could only imagine how much they missed their loved ones who were a whole country away from them. Probably almost as much as he missed his own planet. 

Maybe he could bring them back there for a moment? 

“(Y/N)” Optimus murmured lowly, which to his human sounded like a hushed but still loud baritone, the voice of an angel drifting into their ears, demanding their respect and obedience. 

(Y/N) turned and looked to their guardian, slight confusion but a sweet expression of merriment still present upon their face. “Yes?” came their reply, as gentle as a songbird during an earlier drive he took a few weeks back. 

Optimus looked into his charge’s eyes, wondering if what he suggested would be sufficient. 

“If you desire to see your family and friends back in Canada on this day, then we can arrange for Ratchet to bridge you home to spend time with them” Optimus suggested. His charge was still, their brows furrowed in question, prompting Optimus to add: “You should not have to miss out on celebrations with your family due to your involvement with us”. 

Optimus shifted his gaze from the eyes of his charge to a spot on their face, not willing to truly look into his charge’s eyes out of guilt of his own conscience. As he said, they didn’t deserve to miss out on celebrating their national identity with family abroad simply because of a war they did not belong in. 

Optimus was only brought out of his musings when (Y/N) had placed a warm human hand on his knee, bringing him to look into their eyes once more. 

He was surprised to find them staring up at him with eyes no longer in question, but with joy and, even more puzzling, resolve. Their eyes sparkled even in the dim light cast only by the ring of lights upon the base’s roof which lit up the floor in the evening. Glowing blue optics met shining (eye colour) eyes as (Y/N) shook their head. 

Optimus’ face minutely twitched into a concerned face as he wondered why (Y/N) would decline. (Y/N) answered:

“Optimus, Canada Day is a celebration no matter where I am, it’s a day for a country, and I’ve already recognized it. I don’t particularly need to be there. And, as for celebrating with my friends and family, I already am. Regardless of our differences, you are a friend and Team Prime is my family. I don’t have to celebrate it with relatives; I’d rather, in fact, celebrate with you”

 Optimus felt warmth as they laid their head upon his knee, looking up at him once more. It was incomparable to the warmth in his spark as he basked in the moonlit smile of his charge who had compared him to family, and wanted to celebrate with him. Even when given the option, they still chose him. 

“Besides, I doubt I’d be able to explain how I got up north so quickly from Nevada without revealing you guys. I don’t think that’d be good for secrecy” his human added with a chuckle. 

Optimus vented carefully as his spark swelled at the prospect of being, apparently forgiven, though he knew that (Y/N) would probably say there was nothing to forgive if he spoke on it. Regardless, he reveled in the facts revealed, and felt a small smile reach his faceplates after their revelation. (Y/N) smiled at them too, that brilliant smile that made sparks melt, before leaning against him once more, watching the children take out glowsticks and play around with them from the bag of accessories they brought. 

A tranquil silence befell Optimus and (Y/N) as they relaxed in one another’s presence and enjoyed the sight of their team and family joined in celebration. Their words circulated around one another's minds, but both were simply glad to be in one another's regard, and this knowledge had them wrapped in the cool evening wind with their hearts and sparks the only thing they needed to keep warm in the cool dusk. 

It never ceases to surprise how much joy one can give by sharing their souls, and it never failed to bring others closer regardless of location, nationality, even species. 

Optimus and (Y/N) sat under the stars, watching their family enjoy a reason to celebrate together. 

[lordmegadumb]

Optimus and Megatron with a human charge who has ADHD? please and thank you❤️

I hope this is to your liking! I don’t have ADHD so... as you can see, I kind of avoided the reader showing them having symptoms and just wrote what’d happened and, ok! Just read it! Enjoy! And your welcome! ❤️

Megatron

You weren’t upfront about your condition. Having known the Decepticons for a long while, you were worried they’d find you bothersome and useless, especially Megatron.

Of course, he already knew about your ADHD. He had noticed your constant fidgeting and distracted mind, so he made Soundwave pull up files on you. He didn’t really understand what it was. He would’ve done research on it, but he preferred you explain it since it was you had the condition.

Whenever you were free, he pulled you aside and to his quarters and demanded to know about this... ADHD you had.

You, at first, tried to play dumb and say, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I know that you do.”

Megatron would have none of that! You are his charge! Your health is a priority to him! He brought out all of your medical files and any therapy sessions you’ve had in the past. You stared at him with wide eyes before sighing and telling him everything about it, starting from when you were diagnosed to your symptoms. The warlord had listened to it all, staring at you intently.

Once having a good understanding, he’ll make sure you’re taking your medication, order the Cons to give you any rides to the doctor/pharmacy, and give you a place where there’d be no distractions so you can do homework/work.

If any of the others complained or made fun of you, Megatron would stick them in the brig, no matter who they were. At least no one really cared that you had ADHD since they all have problems as well. Either way, you were thankful Megatron had cared enough to demand you to tell him or nothing would’ve happened at all!

Optimus

The Prime is very trusting so after two weeks of knowing him, you’d come forward and tell him about it. He’d be puzzled about this condition, but he’d compare it to some viruses Cybertronians could have and how they dealt with it. You’d grin at him, make some agreements that indeed, ADHD is similar to that. You’ll express your concerns about being bothersome though.

“So, it’s not going to be a problem to anyone is it?”

“Of course not. You cannot help it, and I will be there for anything you need.”

He’d probably go to Ratchet and Nurse Darby for some insight on how to handle your condition. Nurse Darby would be the most helpful with symptoms and what to do. Ratchet would later search some more, finding it fascinating that Cybertronian and Human illnesses and such were so alike. He’d later fill Optimus on anything he learns that’d be important.

Optimus would then make sure you take your medicine, that you’re in a quiet environment when your working and no disturbs you, and lends on audial when you want to vent your frustrations to him.

[imagine-the-energon]

Self-indulgence (TFP!OptimusxReader)

Summary: When all is said and done and the kids are back home for the night, Reader sneaks through the base for a midnight snack…

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The base had a small sense of belonging in a horror movie as you walked down the halls, bare feet making small sounds against the concrete floor with each step. A yawn escapes your lips, but you pushed the sleepiness back, choosing to continue to, heh, ‘hunt your prey.

With, of course, the said prey being a plate of triple chocolate chip cookies and some fudge Jack, his mother June and Raph made for the small party tomorrow… or was it today? You didn’t know the time, only that it was most likely past midnight as even Ratchet was in his alt-form, recharging almost peacefully.

Moving to the kitchen that was essentially left untouched, you looked around in guilt before quite literally sneaking your hand into the cookie jar.

“What are you doing?”

Whirling around, hand still in the jar, you did your best to put on an innocent face, though it was hard when the sleepy facial plates of Optimus Prime stared back. “N-nothing,” you manage to squeak out.

He raised a ridge, and you felt your shoulders slump. There was only one time you had managed to lie to him, and less than an hour after that, you had fessed up the truth simply because you felt bad.

“I wanted something sweet,” you grumbled, bringing the jar out from behind your back, grimacing as you saw that your hand was now obviously stuck.

“I believe the term is ’caught red-handed’,” he remarked before transforming, holoform leaving the cab a second later. He took your free hand and guided you to one of the prep tables, giving you an amused look as he gazed at your trapped hand. “Could the frozen cream not satisfied your needs?”

“Ice Cream, Optimus,” you sighed. “And I just… really wanted a cookie.” He shot you a look, that one of slight confusion you’ve come to love oh so dearly, before ever so gently starting to tug at your hand.

After a few minutes, your left hand was free, the two rings sparkling freely as you rubbed your agitated wrist. “Did you learn your lesson?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your hair.

“Yes,” you responded, a bit mulishly.

“And?” He murmured, head now at the crook of your neck and shoulder.

“Don’t get your hand caught when stealing cookies from the cookie jar.”

You couldn’t even feel miffed when your husband let out a hearty laugh, smiling yourself.

[mewshuuartblog]

look yall i am struggling

idk how my ass got into optimusxreader shit but it did and im loving hating myself.

im struggling cause idk wat design of optimus i wanna draw, i spend like 5 hours looking at art trying to find references when i should be drawing. then im gushign over this one story of optimusxreader i came across and im living. my feels r all over the place, i actually had to sit back and reevaluate my life and its been a whirlwind of me just staring at optimus pics and stressing out over wat design i wanna draw

my fave optimus has always been the armada one cause that was my first transformer cartoon and what got me into transformers but THERE IS NOT A SINGLE GOOD PIC OF ARMADA OP OUT THERE AND IM PISSED so thats y my ass is like everywhere else on google images and pinterest cause ill find a good design like war for cybertron/fall of cybertron and cant find decent ref pics  im a mess someone send help

[liaswritesrobots]

Hmmmmm post war... mtmte Optimus... just... idk... spending time with his (bot?) s/o? Like, he just makes time and they hang out????? IDK

Optimus was only semi-relieved that the war was over. He's been fighting for so long that he doesn't know how to do much of anything else anymore. And on top of that there's so much paperwork now, day after day it's just datapads of work to be filled out. He just sighs and sits down, ready to fill out more paperwork, same as yesterday.

His personal comm pings, he sighs again, expecting some kind of emergency meeting. He opens it and is rather delighted to find a message from you, a small smile breaking across his stoic face as he looks at the picture you sent him of yourself smiling in front of a building.

Wait a minute… he knows that building… he's working in it right now! 

He leaves you a message. A simple "What are you doing outside my office?" He gets a message back seconds later, "I'm coming to pick you up silly! You deserve a break."

He looks down at the text, confused, why hadn't you mentioned anything about this the day before, he could have cancelled all his plans then.

His attention is snapped towards the door as it opens. You walk in, a smile on your face as you make your way over to the large mech and lean down on his desk, "I know this is short notice… but I thought you needed a break and I wanted to spend the day with you. We can go anywhere you want, my treat." You say leaning down and pressing your helm to his.

He closes his optics and leans to your touch, "I'm going to disappoint a lot of people for canceling my work plans today."

"They're big bots, they can handle it. Besides, Windblade and Starscream seem to have everything covered anyway." You say standing up straight.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He looks down at his workload, optics softening at the thought of leaving it all laying there to go with you, "Alright," he says, closing his optics once again before standing and looking at you, "I think I can take some time off. For you." He smiles.

"Great!" You say taking his servo in yours as the two of you head out the door, "Where do you want to go?"

"Home," he responds, looking at you, "Having a day for just the two of us, being alone with you, that's all I want right now." He says, kissing your helm before putting his mask on, "You're the only thing I want to focus on." 

[liaswritesrobots]

TFA Optimus with a human crush who thinks they don't stand a chance because of his past with BA?

You’ve had a crush on Optimus for a while now. You were going to tell him eventually, you just had to muster up the courage to do so.

Then it happened.

You and Optimus were in the forest trying to avoid Blackarachnia when you two got separated. You eventually stumbled upon Optimus backed against a tree holding onto Blackarachnia wrists.

You heard them talking about their past. You learned they used to be friends…maybe even more. The way they talked to each other… it sounded like Optimus still has feelings for her.

That was a week ago. Optimus hasn’t brought up Blackarachnia. You’re not sure if you should either. You’re also not sure if you should bother telling Optimus you like him now.

It didn’t help that you wrote Optimus a love letter last week either. You wrote down your feelings for him on a piece of paper and stuck it in a pink envelope with heart stickers and Optimus’ name on it. You usually keep the envelope with you in your backpack and you do plan on throwing it away eventually since you can’t give it to him now.

You ended up going home early today. Once home you plop down on your bed a lay there for a few moments before reaching for your backpack.You rummage around looking for the letter and your heart nearly stops when you can’t find it. You end up taking everything out and even turning the bag upside down and shaking it, but still no letter.

You grab your apartment key and rush out the door to go back to the Autobot base. You hope you lost it on the street somewhere or the wind blew it into the water and destroyed it.

You eventually reach the base and rush in only to stop dead in your tracks as you look on in wide eyed horror at Optimus holding an opened pink envelope in one servo and the letter in the other, he has it lifted to his face reading it.

You start to turn around to leave when he notices you in the doorway.

“Y/n? Did you write this?”

You stop, “I uhhhh… I umm,” you put your hand over your face, “Yes.” you let out in an almost whisper.

Optimus walks over to you and kneels down, “I had no idea you felt this way. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You tilt your head down, hands still on your face, “Because you like Blackarachnia. How could I ever compete with someone like her?”

Optimus’ cheeks glow pink and he scratches the back of his head, “Well yeah… I did… I do. I think? I know I definitely miss Elita. But I… I like you too, y/n.”

You remove your hands and turn your head to look at him over your shoulder. Optimus notices your eyes and red and watery.

“I’m sorry I didn’t meant to upset you!” His tone is worried as he waves his hands in front of himself, “Here,” he hands you the letter and envelope back, “I guess I wasn’t supposed to read this after all, sorry.”

You turn around and take them, fold them, and shove them in your pocket. The room is quiet, you stare at the floor and Optimus keeps his optics on you.

“You don’t need to compete.” Optimus finally breaks the silence.

You snap your attention up to his face, “What?”

“You said ‘how can I compete with her’…you don’t need to. I like you the way you are, and while I do still care for her, Blackarachnia is not the bot she used to be.” Optimus stares down at you with soft optics and glowing cheeks.

He ushers you in for a hug and you step forward into his arms.

“Any chance I had with Elita… it’s gone…I don’t want that to happen with you too.” He says holding you close to his chassis. He can feel tears form against him.

“I should have told you sooner.” You choke out with tears falling down your face, “I love you.”

“It’s alright.” He says in a soothing voice and placing a servo on your head, “I love you too.”

[liaswritesrobots]

It’s a bit of a random thing, but I wanna slow dance with OP. Then maybe have an “almost kiss” or proper kiss moment. Established relationship or mutually pining dorks is fine (human preferred but bot is ok too 👌)

You're moving to a new house closer to the Autobot's place soon but you still haven't packed yet, so Optimus has offered to help you today. He makes his way to your house. He uses mass displacement while walking up to your door before knocking on it and waiting.

You open the door with a smile and welcome him inside. You bring out some empty boxes from the bedroom and you two start putting things away.

"Hold on I know what will help this be less dull." You say, standing up and walking over to your radio.

You turn on the radio and leave it on a mixed music station. You being removing things from shelves and placing them in boxes to the beat of the the songs playing. Optimus just smiles at your energetic burst as he continues to sort and pack your belongings.

You dance your way into the kitchen to grab some packing tape. You go back to the living room and tape up a few of the full boxes.

"We're gonna need some more boxes from my room." You say.

"I'll grab them." Optimus responds, getting up and walking to your room.

When he comes back he sees you dancing to the rhythm of slow song. Your moves are so graceful and mesmerizing he almost forgets what he's doing for a moment. You turn to see him standing there with the boxes in hand, a light pink glow on his cheeks.

"Oh!" You stop dancing "I umm... thought I may as well get that out of my system before you got back." You look down, heat rising to your cheeks.

"You're really good." Optimus smiles at you, "I don't think I've ever seen anyone dance like that before. Of course it'd probably be pretty hard for a cybertronian to dance like that." He says placing the boxes down beside the others.

"You could try." You smile and extend your hand out to him.

He looks at you with surprise, "Oh... I uh... I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Don't worry it'll be fine." He looks at your hand and hesitantly takes it in his servo. You lead him over to the most open area of the living room, "Hold on." You say as you walk over to the radio and change the station to classical music, Chopin’s Nocturne begins to play.

You walk back over to Optimus and you place one of his servos on your waist, taking the other in your hand and you begin to lead him in a slow sway.

You two dance there for 3 minutes, swaying, twirling, and stepping to the soft music almost as of you two were in an extravagant ballroom.

"You've never done this before have you?" You ask, looking up at him.

Optimus' cheeks glow pink, "No. Why? Am I bad at this?"

"No no, it's fine. You're fine, just a little off on your steps is all. I think with enough practice you'll be a pro at this." You smile a very warm smile up at him and his whole face glows.

"Oh, you think so?"

"I know so."

You two continue to dance, looking into each other's eyes as he follows along in your steps. The song stops and you two stop moving but stay close to each other. You look at Optimus with pursed lips and, being lost in the moment, begin to raise yourself on your tiptoes. He finds himself lost in the moment as well as he leans his face close to yours, both of your eyes and optics closed and lips almost touching.

Then Rossini's William Tell Overture begins to play, snapping you both out of it as Optimus falls backwards with you falling on top of him.

You quickly get up and apologize, heat rising in your face as you help him up.

"I uhhh...I guess we should get back to actually packing." You say with a nervous laugh, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"Y-yeah... I guess." Optimus responds shyly rubbing the back of his head as his cheeks glow bright.

You two get back to working and don't mention what happened but you two catch each other glancing every few minutes.