#ratchet and you sharing your problems be like

[storm-breaker7]

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Pairing: Ultra Magnus x Reader

Summary: Enemies to Friends... ish?

Warnings: Heavy Swearing, Thinking of wrench throwing, Magnus (Yes. He is a bloody warning), American Slang (Dear god)

A/n: BTW- This damned thing is like over 2.5k words. What the fuck. And this thought branched off from another idea that I scrapped. Definitely shoulda made you throw that wrench tho...

[=]

"Come on! You can be serious!? Commander King-Shit is my new guardian?" I groaned and threw my hands in the air, "Optimus-"

"Please." He interrupted seriously even though his optics softened, "I do not wish to continuously put you in danger because you are my charge. And... Ultra Magnus needs someone to... Introduce him to a human perspective of life." He explained slowly, justifying his choice.

"But what about all our Evening drives and awesome Con takedowns!" I slumped into his servo grumbling more.

Optimus smiled lightly, "I do not want our drives to end But my lieutenant, Ultra Magnus, needs someone to get him to feel at home, or get out of his constant work. I know you can do this because you've done it to me many times." OP joked lightly, smiling down at me who sat in the palm of his servo.

I groaned and ran my hand over my face. Then started in a small voice glancing back up at him, "Fine... But I'm only doing this for you. Not for Commander By-The-Book over there."

"Thank you. I do not want to push you away. I only want to keep you from the danger I have had piled up on me with each day I live." He spoke calmly yet I swear I could hear a slight happy and sad tone in it. I nodded and sighed as he lowered his hand. "I'll notify Ultra Magnus then."

"Don't expect him to be happy about this, Optimus." I called lightly as he leaned back up and started to walk in Shoulder pads general direction. "This is not going to end well" I mumble as OP reaches Magnus.

[=]

I sat down and had my legs dangling over the edge as I watched Ratchet work, bored to no extent. Now you know someone has really pissed me off or I'm having a crisis when I watch Ratchet work without complaint.

"What happened now?" Ratchet asked around 5 minutes after I sat down, If my watch is correct.

"Didn't OP tell ya?" I grumbled, shrugging my shoulders lazily.

"I don't recall Optimus telling me about anything that has upset you." Ratchet stated matter-of-factually, glancing at me while still typing away.

"Oh yeah I doubt that changing my Guardian from himself to Walmart Pre-Forge Op. Yeah that's all good, don't worry." I waved my hand around sarcastically.

I'm so glad Miko isn't here and she's at school. I'd probably strangle the poor girl because I'm already in a shit mood. Plus I can't deal with Smokescreen either- I swear if that crack kid comes anywhere near me I will personally send him to Primus. I thought bitterly.

"Uh-huh... Wait what?" Ratchet turned his attention toward me and stopped fiddling with the monitors.

I groaned, "Ratchet, I'm Ultra Magnus' charge now. Yay me."

"I feel sorry for Magnus" Ratchet mumbled turning back to his work.

"Well you sure are the brightest today, aren't you?" I grumbled.

"Only because you make me" He replied with a deep huff.

I bit my tongue trying not to make a big fuss. It would only make my situation worse, if it can get any worse.

I heard two sets of heavy pede steps, a sour Ultra Magnus walked beside OP in all his glory. Optimus actually looks a little torn and automatically glanced over at me and Ratchet.

Ultra Magnus queited down his argument but stopped in his tracks when Optimus silently placed his servo on Magnus' back, mumbling something to him before he patted his back and walked over.

"Come to collect me up again or are you palming me off the Ratchet now" I smiled sadly lightly joking, I heard an annoyed heave behind me and only sent a playful glance his way.

Prime smiled down at me and let a breath of air by. "He's as stubborn as you are"

"If I was a million years old and a snarky aft like him." I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back against the rail uncomfortably,

Optimus thought for a second before he scooped me up and sent a small thanks to Ratchet for watching me, I could only guess, then made his way back over to Magnus.

"Oh you can't do this to me," I mumbled switching my gaze between Magnus and Prime.

"Optimus, I already told you, I refuse to take a human as my charge. They are too much hard work" Magnus tried to reason with him but once his choice was set in stone, there was no way of changing his mind.

"Magnus can you go on a scouting mission, with your partner here. We need you two to find some information for Ratchet to see if we can find any predacon bones that have been unearthed." Optimus explained, and I watched him lightly drop me into Magnus' hand that he had grabbed while speaking.

Shoulder pads was about to argue but Optimus nodded and walked back over to Ratchet. He frowned and transformed, throwing me roughly into the passenger seat.

The ground bridge opened and he drove through, I could practically feel the bitterness radiating off him.

I frowned deeply grumbling a few curse words before I shut my ass up. I heard some mumbling on his end but it was most likely in Cybertronian.. Slowly the only thought that came to me was What does Prime think this will do?

"Do you have a problem with me, human?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and kept them trained on the barron landscape, "Must I repeat myself?"

"No, you mustn't I'm not deaf. Can't you just realise I don't want to be talked to?" I snapped at him, then mumbled the quietest 'Prime would'.

I could practically hear the sneer on his face as I turned up my nose and looked back out the window. "Could you answer the question, then?"

Dear god- I feel like pulling my hair out and screaming in full on German. I bit my tongue and dug my nails into my leg, "No, Shoulder pads. I don't have a problem with you. You have one with me and that's fucking asshole-ish." I told him, my voice strained so as not to scream on the spot.

"My designation is Ultra Magnus." He stated bluntly, "And I have a problem with everyone, you are not special"

"Good to know that you're a cunt to everyone. You're doing great in the replacement column!" I raised my voice -not enough to be yelling though- and replied sarcastically.

"Pardon?" He asks with his 'what did you just say' voice,

"I mean I'd rather have the always hyper, Smokescreen, rather then you because he at least knows how to shut up!" I shout, royally pissed off.

"Why must you humans be so hard!" Ultra Magnus slammed his brakes on and I jurked forward a tad.

"The fuck was that for!" I threw my hands up aggressively. I scrunched my nose up and quickly unbuckled the seatbelt before I whipped open the passenger door.

I jumped out and landed heavily and started to storm off elsewhere, probably call for a ground bridge and get out of this place.

"Come back!" He called angrily his holoform fizzling into existence and he climbed out, practically fumming. Ultra Magnus looked like any boot camp Sargent that always had that bitch face.

"No fuck you and your commanding officer shit!" I yelled angrily, "I don't know why you don't just let me go! It's not like you care about me!"

"If you get taken by desepticons-! Come back human!" He called running after me,

I groaned loudly and continued to stomp anywhere but the direction of Magnus. "You could give away our location for all I know!" He called angrily.

I whipped around, and with a sneer on my face I ran straight up to Magnus and shoved him to the floor. "How. Dare. You." I hissed, pointing my finger at him, "I would never do that to anyone, but you are starting to make me want to just disappear right now." I threw my hands around as I paced Infront of him.

"Calm down" He spoke up, raising a hand like I was a wild animal he was trying to tame, or calm.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN? You said it yourself! You only want me here because I know a lot of autobot secrets! Not because you want me here! Not because I'm your charge! No! YOU DONT WANT ME TO GIVE AWAY INFORMATION!" I yelled angrily swiping his hand away,

His eyes hardened once I finished my rant, and whispered, "I'm sorry" I froze dead in my tracks and slowly turned my head toward him.

'Your not sorry.' I felt like saying, 'sure, good joke mags', but instead I spoke up, breaking the eerie silence, "I'm sorry too" venom dripped from my voice as I walked back off in the direction of Mags alt mode.

Magnus was obviously waiting for me at the truck and his holoform fizzled away once I came back out of the tree line. I opened his door and slammed it with a tad bit more force than needed and his cab jurked when it did slam shut.

"Not fucking happy Jan." I grumbled.

[=]

About half an hour after that cluster fuck the ground bridge engulfed us and we came back into the base empty handed.

I whipped his door open and wandered off bringing my shit storm with me. I noticed that nearly everyone was back at base, other than Optimus, wherever he had wandered off to.

I'm glad no one bothered to ask why I was in such a shit mood, because I definitely would have blown up. This week was not fun. First someone keyed my damn car, on fucking Monday. then the same damn day I got a red light and a speeding ticket.

Wednesday, I had mad cramps for no damn reason and couldn't go to work, there went a days' worth of money. Thursday I woke up late and was threatened with getting fired by my ass of a boss.

Couldn't even have a sleep in on Saturday because the kids needed help at the base. It was so simple. I swear. And today. Sunday, the last day of this god forsaken week. Was the worst I've had with these bots since our old base got blew to smitheries.

Ultra Magnus' constant not-very-subtle glances at me bugged me to no extent. Glad Ratchet wasn't the constantly looking type, because I'm right next to him and we must be sharing our shit storm because no one is coming anywhere near us.

The light sound of a jet engine got louder until Prime landed in front the doorway, then everyone -Excluding me and Ultra Magnus- walked over to him. Ratchet a tad more enthusiastic then expected, buts that's Ratchet, and everyone started talking at once.

Op said something stoic, as always, but I wasn't listening. I was glaring directly at Mags that was left standing in the middle of nowhere, looking at Prime with his trademark frown.

'Fucking son of a bitch. I swear up and down if he walks over here. I will beat his metal aft to a pulp.' I thought, contemplating throwing a wrench at his head. I understand now why Ratchet loves to do it so much now, brings pleasure to the soul, even just thinking about it.

He glances over and his glare returns, gaze hardening in deep thought. ' Why am I narrating the bitch?' I though mentally sighing but still keeping our glaring contest on.

I could hear Ratchet return, but my gaze didn't move, nor his. My eye twitched in annoyance, 'Hes an alien, who knows, maybe he doesn't need to blink?'

A digit waved in front of me broke our staring competition, and I snaped my eyes up to the owner of the arm. Op furrowed his brows, "I called your name a few times, are you alright?"

I frowned; Prime was an exception for people who talk to me... He always lightens the mood. "I'm fine Op, just... Pissed off at your awfully paranoid second in command" I grumbled,

Prime stared at me for a moment, then to Magnus, then back to me. "Ultra Magnus does good in his own way. But I had asked you to show him how humans do many things we do as well. Not resolve to being with Ratchet for what I assume was all of the time after you returned. I know what it means when you and Ratchet can sit in perfect silence without managing to argue."

I frowned and glared at a small chip in the floor, imagining I had already thrown that wrench. "Well, he sure does know how much narcissism helps to shut me up for an hour."

"You can't judge his over protectiveness for our course as narcissism." Optimus explained, ever-so-slightly waving his servos. "He barely knows what humans are other than that they are squashable and tiny. That is why I trusted you to help him with it."

That last sentence echoed in my head, ringing like church bells on Sunday, 'That is why I trusted you to help him with it. That is why I trusted you. Why I trusted you. I trusted you. trusted you. Trusted.'

His voice pulled me from the rabbit hole I was sinking into, "Why not go get food for the kids? They seem hungry and this could be a time for bonding?"

"Bonding?" I asked, finally glancing up at Primes eyes. His held sincerity, softness, calm. But mine, Mine felt like there was a raging fire behind it, my eyes narrowed from the heat and my anger.

"Think of it as one of our evening drives? I'm sure that will put you to ease. Try and get along with Ultra Magnus, I don't believe he's gotten to know one of your organics properly" Op suggested, glancing at Magnus then back to me.

I sighed but nodded, "Sorry, it's just been a shit week. And this whole ordeal. Not fun, by the way."

[=]

I pulled myself up into Magnus' cab and held the wheel lightly, letting him actually do the driving. Surprisingly, He kept quiet and at one stage let me play some crappy radio show for a while until we got into town.

He pulled up at a red light and then suddenly asked, "Why are those humans furiously waving their arms around?"

I glanced around until I noticed a group of around three motioning for us to honk our horn. I grinned and lifted my hand, pulling on the string on the roof as the green light flashed. I felt the cab jump slightly at the two loud honks, but he went through the intersection fine.

"Why did you do that?" He asks as he pulled into a gas station, that was right next to a fast-food place.

(You have no idea how bad I needed to write servo instead of gas station. Bloody americans I tell you)

"The 'humans furiously waving their arms around' were pretty much asking for us to honk your horn. People do it to trains and big tonners but not many people who drive them know what we're doing these days. Plus, it's fun." I shrugged explaining, eyeing the radio suspiciously.

"You organics..." He mumbled, which the radio barely picked up.

"Very funny" I tapped the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song stuck in my head. I shuffled to the other side of the cab and swung the door open when he stopped in the large truck bays.

"Let's go, Mr prissy, outcha get" I called up to the cab waiting for his holoform to appear. A loud sigh followed before Mags slowly climbed down the side of the cab.

"What exactly am I doing?" Mags asked,

"Well... Maggie, we're getting the family lunch" I emphasized on the fake name hoping he'd pick up on it.

He hummed, glancing my way before I waved my hand around trying to hurry him up and get him into this damned place.

[paperstarwriters]

to Hear, to Feel, to Know

Inspired by @muletia’s Obsessed Optimus fanfics—they just so so so so good!! The yearning, the ill-buried desire, Optimus chaining himself in place like some dog with a biting problem when all he wants to do is love you???? OUAGH so so good!!

Asdfghjkl I wanna try my own hand at a fic looking at Optimus’s tendency towards obsession in love, but for now, I’ve been thinking about Optimus as a bot who tends to listen….

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Reader

Warnings: n/a

Summary: Optimus is a bot who's exceptionally good at listening. What he likes listening to most of all though, is you.

Masterlist | Transformers Masterlist

Word count: 1,106

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There was no denying that Optimus had a keen eye, and an even keener attention. His ability to promptly decipher texts based on key words or phrases allowing him to understand the greater picture from his days as an archivist served to train him well in noticing patterns of behaviour if he focused his attention on it. The ongoing war certainly helped as well, forcing him to zero in on what would allow them to survive. Forcefully training his eye to fall to keep points in any battle field.

And yet as trained as his eyes were, Optimus was always keen to listen.

Or perhaps absorbing was a better comparison. How despite being a leader, despite giving commands, Optimus was almost always better suited to listening to the people around him. The information that they shared, the feelings they expressed. Ratchet always used to say he would make for a much kinder medic than he if he took a role in that field. Perhaps it could have served him even better as a leader, but there was little he could change through the tides of time.

It’s why he clings to these things, saving them in the event that one day they may save him. From another attack or another encounter with Megatron, to even a stretch of boredom or loneliness.

It is why he clings to your every word.

Why he loves it when you sit atop his shoulder. So close to his helm, it is as if you’re speaking directly into his processor, filling his thoughts with your words—your delights, your frustrations, your sorrows, your needs. A direct feed like some constant supply of energon into his lines.

Both, he supposed would make his spark stutter a bit.

Ah, just thinking about it brings to mind the many times you’ve pressed yourself against his audial, leaning against his helm or purposely cupping his audials as you whispered sweet words his way, words for him and him alone, a gift sweeter than any energon could ever be.

You didn’t even have to be saying something sweet. Scathing secrets and vicious critiques against some other’s back from the mistreatment you received in the hands of a cruel stranger or an even crueler co-worker, or even some coy remark against a teammate, the fact that you chose to whisper your words to him—to confide your secrets and burning emotions to his audials.

Even being chosen as a Prime was a lesser honour than this.

But perhaps the thing he enjoys listening to most, though your every word delights him and your laughter makes his spark feel so light it might burst from his chest, the sound Optimus likes best it’s the soft thud of your heartbeat and the whisper of your breath.

He recalls when he first heard the sound, mass displaced at your request as you showed to him your beating heart after he showed you his whirring spark.

There is meaning to the action, to show one’s spark to the other, but Optimus felt he need not explain it to you, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to return the gesture.

And yet somehow you did.

Even if you could not pull back the viscera from your chest the way he did the plates of his chassis, you brought his helm to your chest, pressed his audial against you, and implored him to listen.

And he did.

In the caverns of your chest, Optimus heard as air filled your lungs, swelling with every breath you took, and for a moment he mistook that steady beat for an abnormal twitch, until you began to explain.

“That’s my heart.” You had told him. “The ‘thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud’.”

And pressing just a bit harder, Optimus stilled his fans to listen to the faint beat.

And he heard it.

Loud against his audial the drum of your heart pounded against your chest like an insistent knock, or the demands of a captive begging to be freed.

Though perhaps that’s just wistful thinking.

He hears it in his full form sometimes, when you lean your back against his helm or when you cling to his audial in a moment of fear or excitement. A gentle faint rhythm, that sings that you’re alive.

He wishes some days that it would accompany him in his berth, as he lies under the midnight silence hounded by the whispers and wails of the dead of the living he must fight, of the humans he’d never know. They all rattle and sob frying his processor as he starves himself of a proper recharge, but then, some days he hears something this in the base. Perhaps it’s his own movement, perhaps something falls—once even it was the rumble and stroke of thunder and lightning overhead. All the same, it brings to his mind the thump of your heartbeat, and like a spring being unwound, he replays your words in his head. Every praise, every sweet word, every secret you’d give him. Your smile your laughter, your delight and glee he’d play them all over and over in his processor, lingering on the compliments you’d direct his way, every smile you’d make when your eyes met his.

All with the background theme of your heart singing its little song of life, your every breath an instrument to the symphony.

You were here, you were alive, you were with him.

Ah, but sometimes those moments stung worse than the wailing dead.

You were not here with him now, and all he had was the echo of your heartbeat. If he could hum its melody he would, but the sound doesn't comply with his voice box. Still he taps it out with a digit sometimes or a pede even, a little reminder of a precious tune.

He hasn’t had the chance to listen to your heart again. To mass displace and press his head against your chest, to listen to that sound, and maybe listen to you speak as he follows the gentle beat. He hopes one day he might get the chance. He hopes one day to tell you what it means when one shows the other their spark.

One day, he dreams, he’d tell you what it meant, and you’d smile, perhaps in rapt delight, perhaps shyly, but you’d open your arms to him and allow him to listen once more, let him listen as he lets you watch his glowing spark.

Until then, he basks in what he can get, faint as it is against his full form, listening to the soft beat of your heart, feeling you warm and pressed against him, resting assured in the knowledge that you were here, you were alive.

[muletia]

Imagine if Obsessed! Ratchet and Obsessed! Knockout had similar beef with eachother like Optimus and Megatron-

tsundere gilf vs loser twink

This one is particularly funny to me because while both relationships are toxic to some degree, you still have a far healthier connection with Ratchet. At least the Autobot medic doesn’t send you spike pics whenever he starts missing you…

I think in this case, the beef would mostly be one-sided, and the only reason it exists at all is Knockout, who’s personally adding fuel to the fire. He knows he���s beautiful, attractive, and that many would give a lot just to date him. He knows his worth. And that’s exactly why he can’t stand the fact that someone like Ratchet—boring, grumpy, and unappealing (loud incorrect buzzer sound)—poses a threat to your relationship. Why would you willingly want to continue any sort of connection with someone like that when he is right within your reach? Isn’t he the better choice? Doesn’t he satisfy your needs better? Isn’t he more exciting? Of course he is. But he’ll still whine and complain to his patients that you don’t think that way, babbling about himself and you while rummaging through someone’s guts at the same time. Experiments might have thrilled him before, but sharing you was absolutely out of the question.

If Ratchet finds out that Knockout is competition (or more of a threat), he’ll approach the matter with cold precision. The unhinged Decepticon “medic” has an obsession with you? Okay, that just means he’ll never let you wander out of his sight again. The best option for you would be to never leave the safety of the base and to become his conjunx as soon as possible <3. The problem is that at some point, you have to leave the safe haven. And not long after you return to your normal life, a crimson Aston Martin appears under your house, just slightly out of his mind with longing.

Much like with Megatron and Optimus, you’ll often find yourself jumping from servo to servo, some more delicate and affectionate than others. The only difference here is that Knockout is genuinely ready to get rid of the Autobot medic once and for all. The problem is, he never gets the chance—because Ratchet always avoids or outright rejects challenges to a duel lmao.

[maisanshine]

𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙒𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏 |𝙅𝙅𝙆

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨?

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜🝮 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠/ 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨🝮 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜?!????, 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 (𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 171 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪) 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙞𝙚, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙮, 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙟𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚...𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙥 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙥 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜¯\_(ツ)_/¯

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩; 5.6𝙠

(𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙧𝙧𝙮)

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Seated on the edge of your bed, you are gazing at your reflection in the mirror located across the room. You are naked, your body is aching, your arms are looking for warmth, and your thoughts are having a field day in your mind.

You have dried-up cum on the side of your face from an hour ago. You stare at yourself, questioning what is going on. Why did you land yourself here? As you continue to gaze at your reflection, a mix of confusion and regret washes over you. Thoughts race through your mind, trying to piece together the events that led to this moment. You wonder if there was a deeper reason behind your choices or if it was simply a series of impulsive actions.

On the other hand, Jungkook is in the shower, and you sit there crying. Silently, because you don't let him hear or see. You can't let him see you like this. You feel a sense of vulnerability, realizing that you've been hiding your emotions from Jungkook. The weight of your tears becomes heavier as you question whether you should open up to him and share the turmoil within your heart.

But then it will lead to a hell of a lot of questions that you won't answer truthfully.

"Why are you crying?"

You will probably lie. You don't want to burden him with your problems or make him worry. The fear of judgment and rejection keeps you from being honest about your feelings, even though, deep down, you long for his understanding and support.

"Nothing, just an aftershock, I guess."

He'll laugh and get back to what he always does. You'll continue to hide your emotions, putting on a brave face and pretending that everything is okay. He takes his shower, puts on his clothes, and walks out without even a side-eye.

The cycle of bottling up your feelings and avoiding vulnerability will persist, leaving you feeling isolated and misunderstood.

But that's what you two created—a no I talk, and you listen to relationships. It's cold and distant; the only heat you two create is in bed. Or whatever ratchet hookup you are in at the moment.

Like a married couple on the brink of divorce, they are only together for their kids.

But you and Jungkook aren't married. Probably won't get married. Most definitely, at this point, you will not become his girlfriend either. It's been two years since this started.

You, Jungkook, aren't even friends. Your guys are just benefits. It was rather simple, really. How this all started

2 years ago…

You sit at the bar and have your second drink, which you've never had in your life. You unwillingly took a shot at your birthday party that was two days ago.

You still have the yellow Martini flicking at the bottom of the glass. You don't drink it; you just look at it. Playing with a toothpick and mixing a drink around as if it were going to change color

"Drink it; it's not going to change colors." You turn to your left and see a man sitting two seats down from you. Smiling, you answer, "I know, it just looks weird." He turns to you, and dark, rich brown eyes stare into yours.

"What does it look like?" He asks, and you're too quick to answer.

"A shot of piss." He laughs from his seat. You push the drink away, and 27 dollars go down the drain.

"Well, let me buy you a real drink, not a shot of piss," he says again. You look at him, admiring his presence.

A tall, full sleeve of tattoos. Two lips ring. You're just begging to see how they feel about you. On your lips, your thighs, and your core

You smile after scanning every part of him with pleasure. "Sure, you probably know more about drinks than me." He smiles. You stand up, pulling your skirt down, and his gaze falls to your legs.

You sit in the chair next to him, and he leans his head on his knuckles as his eyes travel up your body.

"What are you staring at so hard? You never talked to a girl before." He smiles again, and this time you see the tiny amount of his teeth he flashes straight and white.

"I've talked to girls, but not a woman." Your face heats up.

"Women?" You play with his words, and he leans in closer.

"Girls are lovely, but women are amazing." You sit in the chair. You later lay your feet on the footrest of his chair, tapping against it.

"Do you see me as a woman?" He lifts his hand, calling the bartender.

"We'll see after this drink; I'll make up my mind after," he says, ordering you two Amarettos. You don't know what the fuck that is, but it was pretty.

The bartender puts the orange drink in front of you guys. The orange tones get lighter as they meet the top. You take the toothpick with the three grapes, bite one, and dip the toothpick into the drink.

"To women," the man picks on his glass for a cheer.

"To women," you say before him. He drinks about half of the drink, not breaking eye contact as you do it as well.

Present time…

You smile at the flashback, remembering how much you wanted him at that moment. Now you just want to end this. Or move forward. But you are stuck in the middle.

You think about how you read him like a book, and he wanted to see if you knew what he was thinking about at that moment.

But it was far too easy since Jungkook was undressing you with his eyes.

2 years ago…

"What am I thinking about right now?"

"I think you want to kiss me," you answer, and he smiles brightly.

"Yeah, I'm dying to...do you want me to kiss you?"

"What you do think": You play with fire, and you want it to burn you so badly.

He leans in closer and says, "By the way you're clenching your legs together and this tiny fucking skirt, I think you want what I want." His lips are closer than ever, your mutual breaths hitting the surface of each other's lips.

"What if I told you you were correct?" He places his warm hand on your shoulder.

"Then I think we shouldn't waste any time; the world is here for a reason." You smile as his lips touch yours with the softest peck.

You stand up and grab your sweater and your bag, holding his hand.

He moves swiftly, cashing out a $100 bill and placing it on the bar table.

You walk out of the bar, leading to the parking lot.

Present time…

Jungkook walks out of your bathroom. He still sees that you are naked. Sitting there, staring in the mirror.

Jungkook isn't dying to stay; he knows you want to hold him. And talk about the most random shit. But he can't; he doesn't want to hurt you.

It's been two years; why would he start hanging around after sex now? It will look like he's in love.

Unfortunately, he isn't

That's his truth; he's infatuated with you. Jungkook thinks about your guy's relationship a lot.

You guys aren't friends.

You guys are not dating.

You practically only get each other off.

And he doesn't like to hold any conversations; he barely knows your full name.

He is sleeping with a stranger, and he's been sleeping with a stranger for the last two years.

When he thinks about it, he feels shitty at the fact that he can't even hold a simple conversation with you, and it's not like you've tried either. You guys only hold a conversation in the middle of sex.

But after that, there's nothing besides the hi's at either door.

Jungkook was a fuckboy.

He would sleep with multiple women at the same time—two or three—never over, but when he slept with you, he found himself only sleeping with you. It wasn't like him; he found it weird and scary.

He would try to engage in conversation with other women, but it never turned him on because he would only think about you and your face and how much he loved having you under him, breathing and panting on him.

He loves feeling the hot breath of you begging for him to cum on his shoulders or his chest on the side of his face when he has your knees pressing against your shoulders, looking for air to breathe.

Or he loved it when he had you with your face buried in the pillows and your muffled moans coming out from under the blocks of sheets under your face.

Or how you want to drag your nails down his bag and leave four or five scratches on him that he will realize when his friends point them out in the gym.

When he started realizing all the shit he loved about being with you, he started to distance himself. He tried to detox away from you, but when he saw you tonight at that party with those pants that molded to your lower body like a second skin, he couldn't hold himself. He texted you, and now he ended up here, watching you, staring at yourself in the mirror with dry cum on the side of your face, naked, lost in your mind, and standing on the other side of the room. Also lost in his mind.

This is the first time you and Jungkook have slept together in the last three weeks. What happened in those three weeks, you might ask? Jungkook was having a shitfest when it came to hooking up with other girls.

Either he couldn't get it up or he would have a conversation with a girl and immediately get turned off, and he would open his phone, looking at your name as the first message on his message board, and his fingers would itch so bad to send a simple text for you to come over or for him to come to you? But he pushed for three weeks, and today it broke.

Jungkook finally gets all of his clothes on, and he walks past you, walking out of your door without a word, just like all the other times, even though he always comes intending to stay but loses it after he cums it out of his system. As he steps outside, a wave of regret washes over him, knowing that he's once again let his fear and insecurities get the best of him. He wonders if this cycle will ever end and if he'll ever find the courage to truly open up and let you in.

2 weeks later

You sit in the library, digging your nails into your books for your exam this Friday. Jungkook texted you about four times today, but you haven't responded. You don't need any distractions this week. You respond to him after your exam is over, but when you see Jungkook walking into the library, heading straight forward, you panic.

"Hey, I've been texting you," he says, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, I know," you say dryly.

"I want you," he smirks, and you roll your eyes.

Him and his dumb fucking smirk.

"Jungkook..." you cut off as he brushed his hand across your face. "You don't want me anymore?"

"I can't" You stand and look at him, but then you shut yourself down.

You pick up your things, telling him you are going home.

"I'll give you a ride," he says, holding your shoulders and walking you to his car.

He sits in the car and drives off. It's a long drive—about 20 to 30 minutes. You guys sitting in an empty parking garage.

"This isn't my house." Jungkook sits, gripping his steering wheel, and you play with the tips of your fingers.

You don't look at him; he just looks at you and sits there, picking off your nail polish. You can feel his stare or burn it to the side of your face.

"Tell me something," he starts, and you already want the conversation to be over.

"Do you want this?"

"Do I want what?" You know exactly what he's talking about. Do you still want this bullshit-ass relationship? A huge part of you says no, but then the other part of you says yes.

You're so conflicted because you both are at fault. You both never resolved this dilemma. You guys never strived to make this relationship better than it was, and now it's going downhill from what this conversation looks like.

"I don't know JungKook."

You sit there in silence. The silence is so deafening, and you can hear the cars under you driving past you and the monochromatic noise of everything else around you. The weight of the unspoken words hangs heavily in the air, intensifying the tension between you. It's as if the silence is a reflection of the deep-seated issues that have been left unaddressed for far too long.

"Can you say something?" You say, but Jungkook just breathes.

"You said you couldn't do this anymore, so I guess it's over." That's all he says. You nod, looking out the window, and your heart hurts a little bit. The familiar scenery outside seems to blur as tears well up in your eyes. It's a painful realization that this chapter of your life has come to an end, leaving you with a bittersweet mix of emotions.

"Well, then, I guess this is goodbye," you say. You try to get out of the car. You suffocate, and you need to breathe so that you don't feel like your heart is going to explode any second now. As you struggle to open the car door, your mind races with memories of happier times shared together. The weight of the goodbye hangs heavy in the air, and you can't help but wonder if there's a chance for reconciliation in the future.

"Don't do that," he says, grabbing your hand. He touches your face, swiping hair out of the way.

He brings you in, and the next thing you know, you kiss him, and your hands are in his hair. Your body is grinding into his dick. In that moment, the intensity of your emotions takes over, momentarily erasing the pain and uncertainty. The connection between you feels electric, as if time stands still, and for a brief moment, you find solace in each other's arms.

Jungkook breaks the kiss. But you don't want him to speak. You kiss him hard and deep. You do not want this to end. You grind into him, and he pulls your shirt up.

Sucking on your nipples, he plays and fondles with your breast. He grips them, squeezes them hard, and pinches your nipples. His touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying the connection between you. As you moan in delight, he continues to explore every inch of your body, leaving you craving more. You let out a whimper, and he sees your hands working towards his belt.

Fighting to get it off, when you finally don't stop looking at his hard cock, he smirks and guides your hand towards it, allowing you to feel its throbbing heat. It sits against his stomach. Jungkook pushes your underwear to the side, running his long, trusted fingers along your soaked folds. Your body trembles with anticipation as Jungkook's skilled touch ignites a fiery desire within you. Each stroke of his fingers sends waves of pleasure coursing through your veins, intensifying the hunger that consumes you. As he expertly explores your most sensitive spots, you can't help but arch your back and gasp for more, surrendering completely to the electrifying connection between you both.

You moan at the sensation grinding onto his fingers as he slips one inside of you, thrusting in and out. He slows up, but you grab his wrist, guiding him to go faster. He wants this to last as long as possible because this is probably the last time you'll ever touch him. He continues to please you as you look at his shaft leaning against his stomach, the smooth, long vein bulging. You look at it hard because this is the last time you are going to see it. You touch his tip, running your finger over his slightly red tip.

But then you feel the waterworks; tiny teardrops fall from your eyes onto his abdomen. Jungkook stops his movement, but before he can open his mouth and speak, You take his hand out of your swollen cunt and replace it with his cock. Jungkook groans as you wrap yourself around him so wet and perfectly, and he starts to grind on him back and forth, shifting to the point of your knees and thrusting up and down on him. You grasp onto his shoulder so hard that you are probably cutting skin, but you don't stop. You're not doing it to come faster. You just want to forget about the situation, so you rock yourself on him harder and harder, taking complete control of the situation.

Jungkook is under you, groaning harshly as he grabs your hips, smacking your ass, and playing with the plush skin. He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, swelling his tongue around the pebbled nub. As you ride him to his finish, Jungkook finds your actions a little bit weird because you usually always want him to go slowly. The car is moving as you ride him faster, but he grips your hips so hard so you can stop, and you cry frustration as he pushes you down on his dick so you can stop your sudden rough movements, but you punch his shoulders, your tears spilling from your face, and Jungkook realizes that you're crying.

"What's wrong? Why are you being so rough?" He says it in confusion, and you stop and open your eyes to look at him. You look at him deadpan in his dark chocolate eyes and the way his lip rings shine at you.

"Don't act like you don't like it, Jungkook." You try to grind on him, but he stops you, and you've grown frustrated. "I don't like this," he says, and you take your hands off his shoulders, wiping your face.

"Jungkook, you're turning me the fuck off, and this is the end, so just fuck me so you can take me home, and I don't ever have to see you again." The words sting, but you both know that it's the truth; he said that it's the end, so why is he being so fucking weird about it?

"But I feel like you're..."

"You don't know what I feel." You say in a hushed whisper as your head falls on his shoulders and you're breathing so hard because you're about to come into contact with him. "Can you just cum already?" You say this, and you lift your head off his shoulders to look at him in the face. Jungkook's face is stoned, and he looks angry.

"Fine" Jungkook swipes his hand over the lever on the side of his seat to push his seat all the way down until it's touching his backseat. He adjusts himself, laying back, and starts pounding into you rough and fast, your gas at the sensation gripping onto his shoulders and dancing your fingers into his skin.

Jungkook thrusts hard as hell into your fast-paced body as you grind on top of him and have You lose your breath. He reaches up, wrapping his hands around your neck, choking you hard, and you gasp, feeling barely any air circulation into your throat. "You want me to fuck you? Fine." Jungkook later grabs your hips and throws you onto the back of the seat. He picks up your legs, pushing your knees to touch your shoulder and your ass lips a little bit as he thrusts his on top of you, the car shaking with his setting, pounding into you hard, fast, and slightly painful.

"I should fuck your ass so you can lose your fucking attitude." Jungkook groans, and he rims his finger against your other hole, and you shake at the sensation. As the intensity of the moment grows, your mind becomes a whirlwind of conflicting desires. The mix of pleasure and pain sends shivers down your spine, leaving you craving more. Jungkook's dominance over you is both exhilarating and overwhelming, pushing you to the edge of ecstasy. Your mind is losing all sense of reality. He takes his finger and pushes it into your ass, slowing and just touching the tip, but you move slightly, causing his finger to slip out.

You're on the seat moaning at his harsh movement, but this is what you asked for. You asked for this to be done, and even though it's ugly, it's not going to happen ever again, so you let it happen. Jungkook's hand is still around your throat; his other hand is holding up your legs as he thrusts faster into you, clenching around his cock. You brush your hand against his abs, but Jungkook lets go of your throat, grasping your hands and putting them above your head so you don't touch him.

He continues his thrust on your sensational building; you're about to come, but then Jungkook stops flipping you over and hikes your ass up to his waist as he slams into you again, taking you from the back. He pushes your head into the car seat, and you're moaning. You're so close, but your body is pulsing in your clit. You've never felt this way before. Your heart is pumping, your cunt is clenching, and Jungkook's harsh threats are bumping into your body, pushing forward every single time he pushes forward and back.

You gasp as you come. The wet liquid flies out of you as you shake and your legs give out as you drop onto the car seat in an uncomfortable position if you could continue fucking you, and you let him until he comes. Jungkook's stomach burns as he lets out his long, treacherous ropes of cum. Paint your walls inside of you; he's never come inside of you. You guys usually use condoms, or he comes on to another part of your body.

He slows down his movement, thrusting two or three more times before he pulls out. He realizes that you squirted all over his car seat, and you lay on the driver's seat, your head tucked into your arms, and you sniffle. You're crying under him, and he doesn't know what to do.

Jungkook goes to comfort you, but he pulls his hand back, fixing himself as he picks you up, turns you over, and adjusts your clothes.

There's no speaking. There's no aftercare; there's nothing.

You realize that it's over, and you move to the passenger seat, putting on your seatbelt, as Jungkook takes a shirt from the back of his car, wiping the fluid off his seat.

You sit in the passenger seat with your tiered stand cheeks facing the window as Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot, taking you home. You're at the front of your apartment complex, and you get your things by walking out of Jungkook's car.

Turn around, shutting his car door before it completely shuts. You lean out, giving him a shy smile.

"Jeon Jungkook, I love you." Jungkook's head whips towards you, but before he can get a word out, you shut his car door and walk into your dorm building.

4 months later.

"Y/N" Your friend Lena causes you over at the section that she sits in at the house party. Exam week is finally over, and you've passed all your tests. Your roommate Lena pushed you out of the house, and you decided to go since you didn't have anything better to do.

You walk in hand with Jimin, and you introduce him to your friends. After a few cups of beer and some talking, you decide to excuse yourself to the bathroom.

You walk upstairs looking for the bathroom, and you stand at the door, and surprisingly, there's no line.

When the door opens, you see the one and only Jungkook walking out of the bathroom with another girl. You're shocked, and Jungkook is more shocked than you because the last time you saw him, you told him that you loved him, and you didn't let him get a word out before you rushed into your dorm and cried for three weeks straight.

The girl is holding his hand, and she looks fucked out, and you already know what he was doing in there. He does what he always does. Sorry, you say in a hushed whisper, and Jungkook just stands in the frame of the door, looking at you. Do you feel his stairs burn into your body? You haven't seen Jungkook in about four months; it kind of felt like he walked off the side of the planet.

But now he stands in front of you; his hair is a lot longer, but you know he's the same boy that you loved and that you still love.

You try and walk into the bathroom, but Jungkook lets go of the girl's hand grasping onto your shoulders. "Aren't we going?" the girl says behind him, and Jungkook looks behind her, shifting his head to the side as the girl moves out of the bathroom. She scuffs, running down the stairs, calling him an asshole, and you stare at him calmly and collectedly.

"How are you?" he says, and you shrug, not wanting to engage in a conversation with him.

"I'm doing good, you."

"I've been better," he says, and he smiles a little bit.

"You look good. You're glowing." He laughs, and you smile, nodding your head. "Maybe it's the sensation of having to pee right now."

"Yeah." That's all he says.

Then he looks at you with an apologetic look on his face and says, "You know Y/N." But then he's cut off by Jimin coming in next to you. You smile at Jimin as he takes your hand in his

"I was looking for you, babe." Jimin kisses the side of your head, and Jungkook looks distraught.

"Yeah, I came to use the bathroom, but I ran into an old friend here." You say you are leaning your head on Jimin's shoulder, but the tension between you and Jungkook is so active in general that you don't know how to feel in the moment.

"Jimin, this is Jungkook Jungkook. This is Jimin, my boyfriend." It's kind of a little bit asshole of you to introduce your ex-fuck buddy to your boyfriend, but if Jungkook walked out of the bathroom and mined his business walking right past you with his fuck at the moment, this wouldn't have been his situation.

You and Jimin have been official for two days. Do you like him? No, he's nice to you, he treats you right, and you're hoping that you can forget about Jungkook and move forward with him.

"Nice to meet you, man," Jimin And Jungkook shakes hands, and Jungkook is still in the distraught sequence.

"Well, I'll leave you two talking here because I have to pee." You move Jungkook out of the way, setting the door behind them as you trap yourself in the bathroom.

You look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes wide in shock, and you laugh a little bit to calm your anxiety.

When you walk out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Jimin stands outside alone.

"Where did Jungkook go?" you ask. Jimin shrugs his shoulders. He left, saying he had to go fix something at his apartment or whatever.

You smile, take Jimin's hand, and walk out of the party to get food.

You make it to your house with Jimin, and he decides to stay over. You guys eat your takeout, take a shower, and head to bed. As Jimin is still in the bathroom, you see your phone light up with a text message with a name that you haven't seen in months.

JK: Can I talk to you tomorrow?

You pick up your phone and decide whether you should ignore it, block him, or do both. But you give yourself the closure that you've been wanting for the last four months, so you can close that chapter of your life and continue to do something better.

Y/N: Yeah, sure",

You sent a text message, going to bed with Jimin.

You walk to the coffee shop the next day, sitting Jungkook is sitting in the far back corner, dressed in all black and with a Calvin Klein hat on his head. You smile, sitting on the opposite side of the table.

Hello, you say, and you sit down, removing your bag and putting it on the seat next to you.

"Hey, I'll just get straight to the point." You're nodding, and he continues to speak.

"I didn't like how we ended a few months ago. I felt very guilty, and I would lie to myself and say that I didn't miss you because I do, and I'm not telling you this just because you're with your boyfriend now, but I'm happy for you. I know I was an asshole to you, and it's probably very mean of me to sit here and tell you all of this today, but I feel like we both deserve closure."

You nod agreeing. "Yeah, sorry, I left you on that cliffhanger there. I was just going through a lot, and I didn't know if I wanted to end it or try and salvage what we had, but it was just so cold, so I just decided to end it without consulting you. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too. I hope you're happy, and maybe we can be cool." You nod, smiling, and Jungkook reaches for your hand and brushes his warm fingers above yours. You give in, holding onto his hand, and this is the conversation that you would want to have months ago, but instead of giving each other closure at the end of the day, you wanted to be with him, and in the back of your brain, you still do. You love Jungkook, and you have love for him. You will miss his body, all the warmth he provided to you, and your cold relationship.

But this is a growing path for you, so you accept the faith you decided to walk through, letting your life go on. Jungkook could deal with his life by himself, but now that the tension is released, you let go of his hand, and you both stand up, but you look at each other in the eyes, seeing the admiration. You smile and hold out your hand, seeing if he would accept a hug—a friendship hug—because you guys were never friends, just a benefit.

"Thank you for this. I hope you find somebody, Jungkook." It's a bittersweet moment, and Jungkook takes his last cent of you because it's the first and last time that he will ever hold you like this.

"I love you too, Y/N." Then he lets go of the hug, and now you're the one in shock. He walks out the door, and once he's out of the building, he gives you a solemn wave and enters his car. Your heart is pumping in your chest, and it feels like you're right back to the moment you walked out of his car, and all of this happened with no fucking closure at all because you know that he loves you.

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I woke up and chose angsty violence on everyone.

What if Optimus survived the events of Predacon Rising? Sometime after everyone left, he crawled up from the Well but was no longer the same person he was. Housing the Allspark inside himself had destroyed his mind than just the Matrix of Leadership and what's left is a very feral bot that looks like Optimus.

No one finds out until reports from refugees come in about a strange Cybertronian running amuck in the wastes that attacks anyone who gets too close. Optimus' former team would absolutely be split on what to do about him. Leave him alone in nature under protection, try to snap him out of it or put their once leader down?

They can't ignore the problem as someone will recognize Optimus at some point.

You. You my good individual are evil. I adore your twisted little mind (affectionate).

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There were... reports. Quite a few of them in fact.

Each and every one of them claimed that there was a feral mech living out in the wastes, the land that was formerly Iacon's great forest before the war razed it to the ground. No one knew what to think of it, but then they saw the pictures. And those pictures changed everything.

"Ratchet, he can't seriously still be alive? Can he?" Bumblebee's voice was filled with disbelief as Ratchet looked over the image projected on the holodisk. The rest of the table seemed to share Bumblebee's thoughts as they watched. It was a quick series of pictures put on a slideshow. They were grainy, but the blue and red was unmistakable. The exposed Matrix even more so.

"It seems that we were wrong to label Prime as out for the count." Bulkhead added his two shanix, earning him a murmur of agreement from an equally uncertain Wheeljack.

"If he's feral, do you think we can bring back?" Arcee spoke up as well, earning a series of comments from the team. Bumblebee seemed hopeful, as did Smokescreen. Even Ultra Magnus seemed marginally interested in a potential plan to help Optimus if he really was out there.

Ratchet was not so optimistic.

"I will go and assess the situation personally. For all we know, it might not be him. We can't get our hopes up." Standing up, Ratchet collected the holodisk with a purposefully blank expression. The team regarded him with various expression of surprise, but they didn't stop him.

Good. They didn't need to see what was going to come next.

"Ratchet, if it is him, you'll let us know." Ultra Magnus put a servo on his shoulder, a knowing expression plastered all over the Commander's face. Ratchet gave no confirmation, instead tightening his grip on the holodisk as he made his way out.

Ratchet couldn't explain it, but when he saw the photo, he couldn't help the feeling of wrongness that filled his very spark. The team wouldn't understand. They hadn't known Orion. All they saw was their Prime's face. They didn't see the vacancy in his optics or the way he hunched in the picture like he was struggling just to stand. The mech they once knew was not himself. He was hardly alive.

Ratchet refused to let his friend's legacy be destroyed by a cruel twist of fate.

"I'm sorry." He murmured into the early morning light as he gathered his things quietly, taking great care with his most important tool as he began the trip out into the wastes. It was not a long trip, not terribly so at any rate. A few joors into his journey, he found himself wandering the wastes in silence, his optics set on any crevice where the husk of his friend could have possibly been hiding. He didn't bother calling out. It was a useless endeavor.

One joor. Two joors. And then, he found what he was looking for.

"Hello, Orion. Its been a while, hasn't it?" A lanky figure pulled itself out of a small cave. Cycled down optics met his, curiosity registering somewhere in their empty stare. Ratchet didn't dare move as the husk pulled itself out of its hiding place, its helm tilted ever so slightly in confusion, or perhaps interest.

"I had hoped that you'd made it out alright. But I don't think that's the case." His words were faint as the husk finally stood. It was thin, gangly from what was likely months of less than sufficient energon. Its armor was cracked and broken, the jetpack that Optimus had once enjoyed now all but ripped off. The husk's face was covered in gashes and marks, the rest of its frame not much better. It looked... pitiful. But above all else, the shining Matrix in its chassis made Ratchet frown.

"No normal mech should be able to survive these wounds." He practically whispered as he took a step forward, holding out a servo in a friendly manner. The husk froze, almost looking ready to scuttle back into its hiding place. But Ratchet remained firm, standing still and speaking quietly.

"That thing... it won't let you die, will it?" He received no verbal answer, but the glowing white of the husk's optics told him everything he needed to know.

White was the color of divinity, but also of sickness. A mech with white optics was said to be doomed to die. Ratchet was not normally a mech to care about superstitions. But that one... he could get behind.

"It must hurt." He couldn't disguise the faint shakiness of his voice as the husk finally inched closer, looming over Ratchet with height that had once been comforting. The husk's optics cycled down and then went wide. A wide and almost sparkling like smile spread across its face as it dropped to all fours, crawling nearer on just about Ratchet's level.

It hesitated a moment, and then pressed its face up against Ratchet's servo like a hound would. Ratchet almost winced, but seeing the husk's genuine affection, he couldn't bring himself to do anything more than sigh and run his free servo along the crest of its helm. So similar to his Prime, and yet so very different.

"The others want to bring you home. They want to fix you." The husk's engine rumbled in delight, pleased as Ratchet caressed broken finials with light touches. The husk looked so very happy as it came closer, seating itself at Ratchet's pedes to lean into every place his digits touched. So unlike Optimus. This thing was a mere echo, a sad and painful echo.

"I don't think you want to be fixed, if that is even possible." His venting hitched as he cupped the husk's face, sensing the animalistic instinct in it. The husk didn't fight back as Ratchet pressed the crest of his helm to the husk's, enjoying the momentary interaction.

"I wanted to hope... I wanted to think that maybe you'd evaded death yet again." He could feel coolant threatening to gather in his optics as he quietly reached to his satchel, pulling out an injector. The yellow liquid within glowed faintly in the dying light of the evening, but Ratchet paid it little mind as he memorized the faint sounds of the husk's engine and the giddy smile upon its face. It hadn't even noticed Ratchet's tool.

"I prayed for your return. But I think that may have been a mistake." Blazing white optics gazed up at him, innocent and yet vacant. It hurt more than it should have.

Why? Why did it have to look so alive and yet so dead?

"Perhaps it would have been kinder if death had finally taken you." Pressing a kiss to the husk's helm crest, Ratchet enjoyed the warmth of a living, venting mech for a moment longer. His spark spun in agony, but now was not the time to stop. This... this was a mercy.

"Rest Orion. Return to Codexa, to Alpha Trion. Go to those who love you... and know that one cycle I will join you there." In one swift motion, Ratchet dug the injector into the husk's neck. Its optics blew wide, its vocalizer spitting static as it stared up at him in sheer terror.

"Shh... it's alright. It will be over soon." The husk went limp, falling into Ratchet's arms. He knelt quietly, letting it rest against his chassis as its frame began to seize. The Matrix flared, sending shocks through the husk to try and keep it active. The husk wailed in response, its shattered vocalizer producing pained cries that could have caused the dead to quake. Ratchet held firm, keeping the husk held against him as the Matrix's shocks ran their course, eventually ceasing.

"I'll tell the others you were dead upon my arrival. Don't worry. They won't see you like this... I promise." The husk spasmed a moment longer, its optics momentarily returning to a bright and healthy blue. For a half klik, Ratchet could have sworn he saw understanding in those optics.

And gratitude.

"I'm sorry, Old Friend." The term of endearment slipped past his derma before he could stop it. In response, Optimus smiled and then fell still, his optics going dark and his frame losing all life.

Ratchet held what remained of his oldest friend for a long while, not speaking or moving.

It was done.

Now Optimus could rest.

[whirlybirbs]

It’s been so long since our hyperfixations overlapped >:)))

Ok after the last lil bit you did I’m just kinda imagining him watching Moth interact with Johnny and being jealous of both of them (cause Johnny is HIS friend back off Moth but also bc Johnny made Moth smile so brightly, how?? Please tell him how???) pretty please with cherries on top ♥️🍒

2. handler's manual — ghost / reader

desc: moth & johnny spar. ghost is in a bad mood. moth's theories grow. pairing: lt. simon "ghost" riley / f!reader ; callsign: moth a/n: honestly moth & johnny sharing their spotify wrapped is like air to me — you just know soap's was, like, Nu Divorced Dad Strut Rock or something. also, ghost works out in complete total silence like the apex predator he is, you cannot change my mind on this. ⇽ prev / next ⇾

"Woah, easy up, Pilates Princess—"

You punch the pad a little harder for that — but the smirk on your face tells Johnny know you're not really mad. If you were, you woulda gone for his nuts.

"I told you that in confidence," you pant, landing a well timed pattern of strikes in a loop of three, "And you're using it against me?"

"It's yer Spotify Wrapped," Johnny chirps back, lowering himself in a sturdier stance as you strike — left, left, right, left. Left, left, right, left, "An' tha' makes it yer problem, lass."

"Don't you lass me—"

You nail an easy transition into a different flow — right, left, right, left, left, right.

"Pure dead brilliant, Moth!" Johnny grins as your gloves connect with the pads in rhythm. He's quick to drop them, smack your arm, and throw an arm around your shoulder, "Pilates Princess is gettin' good, ae?"

You snort, shoving the sweaty Scotsman off of you with a smile; Johnny's a good man. A bit of a bastard, but patient enough to agree to spar with you on an off-day. "Shut up—"

Across the gym, the heavy pummel of a punching bag ratchets up and the blaring ring of the chain is loud enough to make you flinch. You wet your lips, turn your head towards the sound, and Johnny immediately whistles at the sight of a certain Lieutenant raining holy fire on the bag in the corner.

Heavy hoodie, heavy sweats, beat-to-shit trainers. He's dripping sweat, that much is clear from the darkened stains along the back of the SAS 22ND REG P.T. gear. It's Lieutenant Riley. And he's not stopping.

Because, aye, come th' fuck on. You're makin' 'im feel fuckin' mental. Since when are you an' Johnny friendly enough t' chinwag to th' moon and back, huh? John MacTavish is his only fuckin' friend. An' 'ere you come, all sunshine an' daisies —

Th' fuck is even a Spotify Wrapped anyway...?

You pop your hands on your waist as you try to catch your breath.

Must be a bad day for the Lieutenant. What's on the menu for lunch? You wonder what sort of phase the moon is in and if Phillip Graves is even on base. Additional factors could include: lack of caffeine (his usual shaker bottle is absent?), mismatched socks (indicative of missed laundry day?), balaclava preference (this one he rarely wears — uncomfortable?).

You slide Johnny a look.

Johnny slides it right back.

Then:

"Don't look a' me like tha', m' not fuckin' talkin' t' 'im."

[itsjustemily]

The Wilds AU-Megop

Orion felt his plating quake, which was the first sign that something was wrong, because he shouldn’t feel the cold. His functions would slow, perhaps stop until the warmth would return, but he wouldn’t know that until the notifications for the emergency shut down protocols overtook his HUD. The next sign came a few days after, when he felt the exhaustion set in, which wasn’t so abnormal if it weren’t for the fact that he had slept for nearly two days straight. Primus help him when Ratchet found out and commed him, nearly pleading for him to secure a spot on the next ship leaving the island and come back to the mainland, even sending Rodimus to try to convince him to leave to old stone hut. The young apprentice truly did try his best, telling Orion he would be able to come back once spring returned, that D-16 would feel better knowing he was safe. The mention of his old friend likely would have been enough if Rodimus had left the thought to fester in his mind, but Primus bless him, Rodimus never knew when to shut up. When he mentioned the violent storms that were coming from the south and the increase of bounty hunters, Orion’s thoughts traveled further to darker territories. Thinking of all the possibilities that his friend may have not even made it safely to warmer climates and caused him to rip away his transmitter. ‘I made a promise.’ Is all he would say when Rodimus asked why. All he could do was help reinforce the hut and prepare it for the harsh winter ahead of him before he bid his friend goodbye, promising to come back for him the moment the ocean and winds had calmed enough. Orion nearly had to push his worried friend onto the boat, waving goodbye before vanishing from the site of others, not wanting to face their grief and disappointment.

The first true frost Orion woke up to had left his limbs stiff and sore, feeling like he had been rusting away for ages as he sat up to start a fire. The duel tone grays in the sky seemed to dull the once vibrant island when he walked outside. The path before him was so familiar that he let himself wander while his thoughts trailed through memory and worry. The first time D-16 had brought him here, Orion had been so excited that he hadn’t noticed how close to the edge he was, until the dirt below his foot crumbled away and he was sent floating down the river. D-16 still hadn’t let him live down the fact that he had to chase him down and pull him out of the water, before taking Orion to the cliff sides to watch the passage of large cargo ships and fliers performing their aerials. They went there often to sit and trade stories, D telling Orion about the island and Orion telling D about the mainland, both discussing, arguing, and dreaming endless summer days away.

“One day, I’m going to transform into a flier and go far away from here” D said once.

“Oh yeah? And go where, there isn’t anywhere to go besides to mainland. Everything else is either too far or uninhabitable.” Orion replied.

“I’ve been watching every season, everyone who can fly goes in a different direction than all the ships that take everyone to the mainland. There’s more out there, Iacon isn’t the only place for us and I’m going to find a new place for us. When I do, I’ll bring you with me.”

“How? I’m not built to be a plane, I’ll likely transform into a truck and have to get a job doing transport.”

“Is that what you want to do?” D asked.

“I guess it wouldn’t be the worst thing.” A moment of silence had past, “I would like to work in the Hall of Records. There’s so much information to learn from there, yet only certain classes are allowed, unless you have a worker’s pass. Imagine what could be learned and shared. Hey, maybe I could find some old datapads with maps downloaded, that way you aren’t flying aimlessly across the sea.” Orion said, tapping his hand on D’s shoulder.

“But that brings us back to your original problem, how are you suppose to come with? I may be the stronger of the two of us but I can’t carry you the entire way.” D said, giving Orion a light shove.

“Ha, guess I’ll just have to follow you on a boat, once I make enough to buy one.”

With a blink Orion realized he walked all the way to the familiar cliff side, the ocean’s chill making the tremor of his plating even worse as it sunk down to his protoform. Wrapping his arms tightly around himself, he slowly made his way back to the hut, the fire long having gone out along with its small solace of warmth. He only sighed, not having the mental strength to try and relight the charred coal and ashy remains of what organic plants he could find, and sat down next to the recharge slab. Reaching over he grabbed a blank data pad he had managed to swipe the last season when he had returned to Iacon, he gripped the pen in his numb hands as he tried to write. Recording the memories from last night, the things he did that day and reminisced about what would be when D-16 returned. As he wrote his mind drifted again to the last time he saw his dear friend, the excitement in his eyes when he came to tell him that he finally got his cog, that he had gotten to touch the skies above them.

“It was amazing Pax! That feeling it was so-and the way everything looked and the sheer freedom of it all!” D-16 exclaimed, gasping still as though he hadn’t caught his breath from the flight back from Iacon and shaking Orion by his shoulders.

“I’m happy for you buddy, this is exciting. Imagine what you can do now with this ability, what you can prove to the council and everyone in Iacon.”

“I’m not gonna carry you across the ocean, Pax. I’m still learning how not to lose my balance when a wind current hits.”

Orion laughed, “No, I mean about us, all of us. How many Cybertronians called you crazy because you said you were gonna transform into a flier? You’re the starting point for a big change, I can feel it!”

“Yeah, right, like how you had a feeling you could transform without a cog?”

“We agreed to never mention that.” “Or how you had a feeling, the organic food we found was perfectly safe for us to eat, cause ‘What’s the worst that could happen’.”

“Ok ok, you’ve made your point.”

“Oh, or how you had such a strong feeling Elita-1 would agree to-”

“Alright, sometimes I have bad ideas.” Orion said, quickly covering D-16’s mouth, his face flushing blue.

D-16 chuckled as he took Orion’s hand from his face.

“So are you back for good or will they send you to Iacon.” Orion asked after a moment of peace.

“I was given a few days here to practice my flight. My new mentors say the changing currents from the ocean winds will help me gather my strength and endurance. After that I have to immediately go back to study the flight pattern for when winter comes in a month.”

“That’s...not very long.”

“Yeah, this may be the last time we see each other for a couple months.”

“Well, at least it’s not forever. Soon I’ll have my own cog and we can still travel to new places, just like we planned.”

“Guess we’ll just have to wait to then.”

“Just make sure you come say good-bye before you leave.”

Orion hadn’t noticed that he had dropped the pen as he rested his hand on the data pad, his helm and spark felt heavy as he remembered that good-bye. Oh, how he wished it had never happened, that he never told his friend that he’d miss him and promised to be waiting for him on the island when he came back. He wished he never hugged him tightly till other fliers to him to get moving. He wished he never ran after D even as he took to the skies till he reached that stupid cliff-side and watched him disappear into the horizon, only looking back briefly before turning away to steel himself. ‘I’m sorry D, I think I may have broken our promise.’ He thought to himself before letting his optics power down.

*****

Rodimus looked up as a loud roar echoed in the sky, similar to that of a number of jets and planes coming up from the South. With a strike of realization, he dropped the bow he was practicing with and ran as fast as he could to the old stone hut. He wasn’t sure what to expect, having never really spoken to the former miner before, but he could only imagine the worst if he was a stubborn as Orion Pax. Looking up once more, he could see a silvery-gray jet deviate from the rest of the fliers, making a sharp dive towards where he knew the hut was. Nearly tripping out of the bushes he came face to face with a large mech, D-16, who stared at him very confused and almost angry as he stepped away from the doorway holding up a blaster.

“Whoa whoa whoa, I’m a friend! Friendly! I knew Orion!” Rodimus shouted, throwing his servos up.

“Where is Orion Pax? What do you mean ‘knew’!?” D-16 asked, his own confused thoughts making his anger worse.

When Orion hadn’t responded to his initial comm, he had briefly wondered if he was still too far away or if maybe his friend had overslept from residual cold in the city. It was when he had tried the second, third, sixth, fifteenth time when the island was in sight and he still hadn’t even picked-up the signal of his transmitter did he begin to worry. He knew his friend was clumsy, but with how close he was with that medic nothing would have stayed broken for long. When he saw their usual hang-out spot and saw he wasn’t there he flew as fast as he could to his old home, praying that Orion forgot the big return or was maybe by some grace of Primus being responsible and trying to earn his own T-cog. But even as he landed carefully outside the quiet, now reenforced hovel and looked inside to find it empty did he now begin to think maybe his friend never came back at all, choosing to stay in the company of others. Turning quickly at the sound of rustling leaves and seeing an unfamiliar young looking mech only made his thoughts swirl worse.

Rodimus sighed and thought for a moment, trying to think of the best way to explain the situation to someone who had clearly already developed their own ideas. Eventually, he simply dropped his servos and walked towards a small dirt trail he hand made by walking it many times, turning to D-16.

“C’mon, I’ll show you.” He said before walking away.

D-16 hesitated for a moment, looking back into his house before putting away his weapon and following the mech. The walk wasn’t far, but secluded enough that it almost felt peaceful, if not somewhat remorseful. He didn’t have time to wonder why when they reached the end of the trail and he felt his spark drop at the sight of a grayed and still Orion Pax, lying on a slab of quartz and stone with bits of moss blanketing the ground around him.

“I found him in the hut. He refused to leave the island and froze to death writing down his days while he waited for you.”

“…..Why? Why didn’t he go back to the mainland!? WHY IN PRIMUS’S NAME DID HE STAY!?” D screamed, grabbing Rodimus in a crushing grip.

Rodimus was silent as he tried to hold back his own emotions, “It,” a quick breath, “It was my fault. He was determined to keep this promise he had made, even though we all told him that he wouldn’t survive here and I think he was almost convinced and then I told about the storms that had happened. He then refused to leave no matter what I did and all we could do was pray he would survive just enough that Ratchet could save him. I snuck onto the very first ship that was coming here so I could meet up with him as soon as possible but he was already gone.”

By the end of his explanation, tears had already fallen from his optics, having to remember finding his friend cold and motionless.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want him to die. I swear I was trying to help him.” He cried.

D felt his anger quickly melt away into shock as Rodimus spoke. Orion stayed? During the winter, fully aware of what would happen. All over that stupid promise they made. Almost instinctively he rested his servo on Rodimus’s shoulder in an awkward attempt to comfort him.

“Let’s-let’s go back, I want to read what he left and you can catch me up on the rest.” He said.

Rodimus nodded and walked back to the hut. D-16 lingered for a moment, walking over to cradle Orion’s face.

“I wish you had left, but you never turned your back on your word. That’s something I knew I could always count on when it came to you...and one of the things I always loved about you.” He leaned down and kissed his forehelm, “Til all are one. And don’t worry, I’ll watch out for your friend.”

He gently patted his face before stepping away from his past, forcing himself to face his new future.

[kaeso4ka]

You're taking extreme measures. It doesn't seem to have saved you

Pairing: yandere Optimus Prime x reader

Your head ached, and it was cloudy. The weather had been gloomy since morning, though how could it be in sunny Jasper…? But the weather was not important. What was important was that you had a lot of problems - really a lot of problems - and that was too bad.

You were tired. Not only tired, but at the same time you were looking for the strength to do something. You wanted to do something that would lead to a different result.

Your gaze accidentally caught on the closet, the shelves, the things standing on them... You saw the chessboard, which you had never touched. You didn't know why you bought it in the first place, but now you seem to have had an epiphany.

You needed to learn how to play chess.

***

For the past few days you'd been wandering aimlessly around the base. Your eyes would meet the gray walls, bounce off them, stare at the ceiling… You were often chilly, but you didn't pay attention to it. You knew you weren't sick.

In your head, you planned your moves. Both in chess and in life. Life was surprisingly a little easier than chess. That was an amazing observation.

As you continued to recite the moves, barely moving your pale lips, you stopped in front of their shared compartment with Optimus. It was time to make the first move.

***

“How do I close the EM field?” you put your palms together, almost in a pleading gesture. “Please, Bulkhead. Tell me.”

“Why would you do that?” the mech shifted awkwardly from servo to servo, looking anywhere but at you. “You're, like, this... Human.”

“Yes, but I'm very curious to know. Besides, you yourself realize that pretty soon I won't be human.”

“And Ratchet...?”

“And Ratchet will tell me to go to hell with stupid questions.”

Bulkhead did not hold back a chuckle, and then, obviously embarrassed, began the story, trying to find the words.

“Anyway, it's about will, you know? EM-field is not emotions themselves, but their external manifestation. A man is crying. He's crying because he's sad. Sadness is an emotion, and tears are an external sign. That's how people stop crying? Force of will, an order. It's the same here.”

“I like the analogy. It's really clearer that way,” you pondered, ”okay, thanks. How do you call others on the head?”

“Over the head?” Badkhead didn't understand at first, and afterward a realization flashed in the blue optics. “Ah, internal communication. It's even easier that way: if you have someone's personal code, channel... Number saved, you can just text or call them. Also optional. It's all in your head.”

“Head... Okay. It's interesting, even if I don't fully understand it. And... and how, - to kill,” you almost uttered, immediately interrupting yourself, ”how do Cybertronians die?”

“Well...” Bulkhead's subject didn't so much surprise you as confuse you, ”our lives depend on the Spark. We live for many millions of years. The Spark can go out, of course, but not anytime soon. And as for killing, it's from affecting it. Only on it. “We have prisons where all that's left of the Cybertronians is the Spark.”

“So she could be destroyed by a gunshot? An explosion?”

“Yeah, if it's powerful enough. But, you know,” Bulkhead chuckled a little too cheerfully, ”I prefer to rip Sparks out of Decepticons with my bare manipulators. It's more reliable that way. Physical impact on a Spark is always deadly. A direct blow, an attempt to rip it out, is the path to deactivation.”

“Optimus told me the Spark can fight back.”

“It can, but trust me, not for long. A couple clicks of pain - depending on the strength of the enemy it will be different - and that's it. The main thing is not to chicken out and finish what you started,” Bulkhead was so engrossed that it was only towards the end of the monologue that he felt awkward, ”why do you want to know?”

“I was just curious. I'm curious, and you can't talk to Optimus, Ratchet, and Arcee about these things much. Wildjack's gone, and I don't get Bumblebee. I can't bring myself to get Rafe to work as a translator with topics like that,” you nodded slowly, ”thanks, Bulkhead.”

“You're welcome. Feel free to get in touch.”

***

“Thank you for agreeing to meet, Soundwave,” you nodded, greeting the silent mech, ”hello. And you, Laserbeak.”

The metal bird described a couple of low circles above your head, and then returned to Soundwave.

“... I can't tell you everything. It's a precaution. But I need your number... a channel of communication with you that I can utilize by having a Cybertronian corps. What I do will be very beneficial to the Decepticon cause, even if I have other goals in mind.”

Soundwave was silent. Of course.

“I think you realize this is not a trap. No one knows about it, and if they did, death would seem like Paradise to me. So, do we have a deal?”

Soundwave nodded slowly. You weren't sure if it was your words that convinced him, but it didn't really matter.

***

The party was going just as you had planned.

You were cyberformed, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that you had asked for it, and you were ready for it. You had asked for it, and now you were slowly kissing Optimus - on his dermis, on his helmet, on his chemplate - counting down the minutes. There was no hurry - chess didn't tolerate it! - But victory was near. You knew it.

“Optimus, I love you,” you realize you're like a tempting snake. You speak in a honeyed voice, adding the emotions you're so comfortable with to the EM field. Acting. Both the part and the acting, “I want to be Bondmate with you. Very much,” you bite down on the mech antenna beneath you, savoring the shuddering hull.

“You've recently gotten the hull, my Spark. It could be dangerous,” Prime's optics go white. He doesn't hold back a groan.

“It won't. You'll be in control. I'm... Scared without you,” the sincerity quickly buoyed the mech.

With a quiet hiss, Optimus' chestplate parted to the side, exposing the Matrix and his Spark.

“Open it. Open, and you.”

You answered nothing: silently complying with the request, and then leaning over to the mech's chevplight, kissing his Spark and caressing it with the palm of your hand.

Optimus echoed your caresses, touching your Spark with his manipulator.

It was hardly a problem. Either you were going to die, or...

You needed a second. One measly second that decided everything. Your palm clamped down with terrible force on the alien Spark and then tore at it.

Bulkhead wasn't lying. The pain was hellish. The systems gave multiple errors and warnings, but you didn't care. You pulled and pulled until you felt the hot Spark beneath you give way.

Optimus' palm barely trembled on your Spark either, but... It was probably his will: he relaxed his manipulator, silencing the battle protocols, not allowing himself to kill you.

A little more, and it was over. With a loud crackle, Optimus Prime's Spark crackled, ripped from the hull, and then extinguished. At the same time, the hull beneath you finally crumbled and turned gray.

Oh, my God. You killed Optimus Prime.

You reset your optics, looking first at your manipulators with the Spark shards, then at Optimus' deactivator... and finally at yourself in the reflection of the glass.

“Soundwave?” your voice trailed off flatly. “Open a portal to my coordinates. I have a gift for Megatron.”

***

You remained silent, sawing the purple floor beneath you with an impassive gaze. You'd been kneeling for several minutes now, and if you were human, your body would certainly be stiff. But here's the confusing part. You no longer had a body. There was only a body.

“Interesting,” Megatron's voice made the hydraulics flinch, but you didn't look up at him. You only gripped the dentoplates tighter, and slammed the EM field tighter. Megatron only gave a quietly unemotional snicker, “For a moment there I thought Soundwave's processor had burned out, but... It's true. Optimus Prime is dead. After a long few million years of war. And he was killed by you.”

“Yes,” you matched the vocolizer, not allowing your voice to flinch or sound unsure, ”that's true.”

“... And now you wish to... How did you put it? To become a Decepticon?” Megatron's tone was still unreadable, and the EM field was completely closed.

“If you allow it, then, yes.”

“You're human.”

“Not anymore,” you shut off the optics for a moment, ”I have a Cybertronian hull and an actual Spark. I'm no longer an organic life form. And I'm not going to avenge the Decepticons' genocides of other organics... or even the destruction of Earth, if that's part of your plan. I don't care about them.”

“Only there's a problem. How long have you lived? Twenty years? Intriguing. But in case you haven't noticed, we're at war. Every Cybertronian knows how to fight. You'll be a liability,” it seemed like Megatron was just playing around. Now a chuckle slipped into his voice.

“I will learn to fight. And blot out my human life.”

“It's easy to talk,” Megatron once more circled you with a hard stare, ”but in war you need results.”

“Then I ask not for an introduction, but for an opportunity,” you bowed your head even lower, almost subserviently, ”after all, I killed Prime. Veronimously, it should be noted. Yeah, maybe that doesn't make me an ideological Decepticon - I'm not - but... I'm definitely a match for you. I have to live somehow now - in your world - and I want to be with the winners. No, not like that. To be the one who forges victory and reap its rewards.”

Now Megatron laughed out loud. Amusement slipped into the EM field.

“Good. Not even Starscream gave speeches like that, hmm,” Megatron became thoughtful, ”okay. Probationary period of one vorn. If you don't go mad and die, you'll get the mark. But be warned, there's no discounting of skills here. Or lack thereof.”

“Thank you,” you rose slowly, but did not look up at Megatron, ”I will try not to betray your trust.”

“Yes. I hope so too.”

[sillyromance]

Can you make comfort vore? From Optimus?

Hello, dear evelyntyecrqzy!

Sure! Here you go!

P.S: there is angst and one heavy word in this work. Also I've written it from the first person's perspective... I really hope you don't mind it.

Have a good day and take care!

***

- How do you feel, little one?

It was late evening; almost all the lights were gone, the only bright area was Ratchet’s lab: the old medic was staring at the big green screen, typing aggressively on the panel and mumbling something inaudible. He was too busy to pay attention to anything else. The rest of the team left to their quarters after they had brought the kids home. No body had shown any signs of life since then.

I was lying on the couch, curled up in a tight ball. My head felt heavy and hurt; I felt cold and lonely. It was hard to hold back sobbing, but I didn't want to attract unnecessary attention - nobody cared anyways. Why would they? Were my problems that important?

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears running down my cheeks violently as my shoulders started shuddering...

And then I heard his deep, gentle voice.

"How do you feel, little one?" - I turned my red face to the huge mech behind me. Optimus Prime, my guardian. Through the cacophony of my thoughts I hadn't heard him coming. His blue optics far above glowed with concern.

I hurried to wipe the tear tracks from my face and stand up, mumbling something like: "Sorry" or "It's fine, don't bother yourself..." But as far as I did this, his large servo wrapped around me and very soon I found myself sitting on his plain rough palm, being swirled with his kind, sad gaze. I felt nothing but guilt, though the only reason for it was my depressing mood. I couldn't look straight at him, turning away over and over, rubbing my hot cheeks in attempt to get rid of the tears. I hated myself for the mess I had become – I waited for him to throw me away as far as he would get a good look at my ugliness. However, Optimus didn't seem disgusted with me at all.

- Did someone offend you? - The mech asked again with the same sincere tenderness in his tone.

I shook my head negatively.

- Is it something in your body?

I closed my face with both hands and shook the head even more violently, crooking.

- No...

- And what’s about your soul?..

I sniffed silently; choking sensation dug its claws into my throat as it let out a pathetic "Mm-gm..." and I nodded. Everything in me just fell somewhere down; I felt my poor heart beating hysterically in the stomach. There was a crazy mix of panicking fear and complete indifference. I was trembling, wishing to be left alone. But even more, I wanted to be comforted. I wanted someone to embrace me and whisper soothing words, to say that it was going to be OK, to stroke my hair as if I was just a kid. But wasn't it too much to ask? I didn't dare to believe Optimus would bother himself to spend time with such a puny, pathetic creature.

After this cut through my head, I couldn't keep myself from crying anymore – I literally burst out.

- Hey, look at me, Y/N.

Hesitantly, I obliged. I was ready to see disappointment or distaste, but instead...

- There is nothing to be embarrassed with. Do you want to talk about it?

I wasn't sure if I heard him right. Did he really... worry about me? Of course, as my guardian, he should have, regardless... Wasn't I dreaming?

- W-what d-do you m-mean? – I replied indecisively.

- I thought, perhaps you could share your pain with someone. Sometimes it helps. - A small, understanding smile appeared on his faceplate. - I'm sorry... It hurts my spark to see such precious little thing crying.

I lost my ability to speak for some seconds.

- Does it r-really? W-why?

Prime's eyebrows lifted up in surprise.

- Because you matter. You're my friend, Y/N. Friends help each other, don't they?

His gravely voice had already had its way with me. My shudders calmed down and though my eyes were still wet, I couldn't help but smiled back at him.

- Thank you... for this... But I don't want to talk right now...

- It's absolutely fine...

- ... I'm very, very tired, though. - At the moment I said that, my spine weakened and I collapsed at the flat, warm surface of Optimus' hand.

Something childish, basic, something from the abyss of my wild, subconscious core suddenly arose inside me and escaped my chest with barely audible plead.

- Please... Don't leave me here...

A quiet sigh rambled beside me; my entire figure was washed with warm air of his exhale.

- Don't worry, Y/N. I won't.

His digits closed over my tiny form. I wasn't able to see a thing anymore, but I could say for sure that we moved away from the place.

Quite soon the sounds of Ratchet's work faded away. Optimus opened one of the many electric doors and walked into a somewhat room - I heard a soft "whoosh" as the panel shifted back to its place. My guardian set me free on his berth, and only then I understood that we were in his private room. Sitting down beside me, he spoke even gentler than before:

- You are out of energy. And so do I. But still, I don't want you to stay alone...

Do you trust me?

I nod, already predicting where he was heading to. Cybotronian friends committed this small ritual with humans regularly; many were fond of it. However, I had never tried it with him. I couldn't claim that I was completely inexperienced too, but those previous times were emergencies which I couldn't truly like – they were harsh and distasteful like a rotten fruit. Now... It promised to be much more intimate. And it depended only on my wish.

I glanced at him through my eyelashes - I was too sleepy to keep the eyes wide open - and murmured:

- I do.

Optimus nodded. I was lifted up again - straight to his mouth.

Slowly, controlling every his movement, my guardian guided me inside his maw and laid my feet on his squishy glossa - there was a faint blue light twinkling at the back of his depthless throat illuminating a humid, warm chamber. Thanks to him I didn't even touch the sharp dents – their deadly blades loomed right above me, but stayed harmless, serving simply a reminder of what power Optimus actually had over me. The glossa curled around my legs as soft, thick blanket, then released them and I was pushed further to the glowing entrance of the esophagus.

I stared down, processing what was about to happen. I appreciated the leisure pace Optimus chose with me; his gentle licks and steady, rhythmical ventilating brought me nothing but comfort and peace. I sensed my toes in his pharynx and waited for inevitable with dull thrill - to be unceremoniously drugged into misty, humid confines of the muscles’ trap, to be deafed and choked. That what I was usually met with before, every time I was gulped down. However, when Optimus swallowed, his artificial, metal flesh contracted just slightly, pulling me so carefully inside that I almost missed the moment. It was like... A hug. The next swallow was just a little bit stronger - I gasped as he let his hand go off me and my tiny being got engulfed into his soft throat. It felt better than anything I knew before. Surrounded by the pulsing alien flesh, I finally felt protected and loved – the state I sought for so desperately all that fuckin’ day.

For some time he just held me there, his head titled back. I didn't make a move, trying to avoid hurting him. Living heat of his soaked into my bones and made me so drowsy that I thought I would fall asleep. However, at that moment the muscles came to action and lovingly tugged me deeper. The light grew brighter, though it didn't bother me at all; I was easily slipping in a long wiry tube constructed from the smaller ones, thinner and more solid, poured with viscous, bubbling energon – I was watching little sparks floating in there as I was passing by and a weak flame of forgotten happiness flickered in my soul once more.

Finally, I arrived at his fueltank. Its walls greeted me with a friendly squeeze, forcing me to curl into fetal position. I didn't cry anymore; all my worries and demons disappeared long ago, at the second I heard: "How do you feel, little one?"

God! I was so horribly wrong. I thought no one needed me, that I was lost, abandoned... And still, there was someone who couldn't bare me cry.

I felt Optimus' servo laying down on the lump I must have made on his waist, caressing me. I rubbed my head against the spot where I could recognize the pressure and smiled.

I did matter.

[weenwrites]

love 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 LOVE your writing! You’re one of, like, three authors I can actually identify. (I don’t pay attention to who writes what nor do I remember, but you write so well that from rereads and new reads I recognize you).

When you feel up to it, can you do TFP Smokey, OP, and Ratchet with an s/o (cargo plane alt, big bot, like Stratosphere) crashing like Smokey did and the surprise reunion? Aaaand maybe other misc reactions of such a big bot?

✎ A/N: Aa thank you so much for your kind words!! :D Also I could've sworn I did a reuniting with S/O on earth thing with Optimus and Ratchet before, so I leaned more towards reactions about having a massive S/O instead.

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Smokescreen

When the two of you first met, he was in complete and total awe at your sheer gargantuan size. In fact, the way he gawked at you the whole time he was passing by, may have caught your attention and saved him from bumping straight into a glass panel that two bots were moving, and if that wasn't the case, then ah well.

Anyway, back before the war grew so hectic, he was proud to have a partner as cool as you, and every time the random person he was talking with would comment about you, he'd casually just slip in a "yeah, that's my partner" with the most love-struck look on his face.

There's no place in the world where he wouldn't recognize you right off the bat. Aside from your size being your most defining trait, he'd recognize your color scheme, alt-mode, and voice anywhere, no matter what was going on. And the moment you crash-landed right in front of him, he was so confident that he knew you well enough to tell you apart from any phony.

Of course the rest of the team were immediately going at him, telling him that it's not that easy to tell their real friends apart from the spies, but when he's proven right that it is indeed you, he never lets them live it down and now all they want is for him to shut up about it.

As badly as he wants to share a habsuite with you, the chances are that you are waaay too big to fit in any rooms. The largest room that could possibly fit you is the training room, but even then you dwarf it easily (and also they need to use that...). Once you get your own room, however, he spends much more time with you in there than he does in his own habsuite.

He brags about you quite a lot to the rest of the team and says things like "did you know that my s/o—" or "oh hey! y/n used to enjoy doing that before the war—" and at this point they're all fed up with how lovesick he is. They would shove him off on patrol with you to take care of the problem. Even Arcee's started teasing you, about all these things that Smokescreen's said, and honestly it'll get so embarrassing that you'll probably ask him to stop at some point.

He's very eager to fight along side you, and keeps encouraging you to go out with him into battle. He'll paint vivid pictures of your shared glory—just imagine, the moment you step onto the field you'll completely level the cons to ashes! They won't ever know what hit them!

Optimus

If you met sometime before the war, when he was still an archivist, then he'd frequently go out to visit you since you were probably too big to be walking around the Iacon Hall of Records. Flying with you was one of his favorite past times after any long and difficult shifts. Unfortunately the two of you don't get to enjoy that once peaceful feeling of flying together when the war started. Flying lost its relaxing touch and soon became more stressful and frightening, as the fear of being shot out of the sky became more prevalent in both your lives.

Soon enough, the fear of losing one another had became something so horrifically possible, and the next second it became real, and the rest became history that passed in several long, agonizing years.

As opposed to expressing joy and relief to seeing you again—well, he partly was—he was initially skeptical that it was truly you. The team had been tricked by a decepticon spy before, who's to say it won't happen again? Yet the moment you confirm your identity, he allows his cold, distant front to drop, and he sincerely welcomes you back.

Though he didn't express any enthusiasm outright upon seeing you again, he makes his feelings clearer once the two of you are away from prying eyes. And as you catch up, it's not hard to miss how the war has made him jaded and weary, yet you don't have to look too far to see glimpses of how he was before.

He tries to situate a nice comfortable living space for you—preferably somewhere that's within the base, but since you're too big to fit in any of the current rooms they have, the best they'd have is probably someplace outside. And if this is sometime after the base was destroyed, then unfortunately the best he could do for you was get the biggest hangar they have on base to house you in your alt-mode.

But then there comes the problems with energon rations... Your massive size and your altmode automatically constitutes an equally large portion of energon is required for you to function, and with the team's unfortunate shortage and size, it's difficult to obtain enough energon to keep everyone functioning... Yet perhaps now with your assistance, it may be easier to obtain enough energon to supply the entire team.

Ratchet

Even before the war, he was no stranger to loss. There have been patients who he couldn't save and the war only increased that amount ten-fold, yet the feeling never ceased in it's capacity to tear him apart from the inside. A lot of horrible things have happened to him, but the moment he lost you took the cake for the "worst thing that's ever happened". And in that moment, it was as if things were as painful and horrible as possible, it couldn't get any worse and it would never get better again.

And yet that moment eventually passed, as all things do. Though the tears shed have long since dried, and the loud, echoing sobs have grown quiet, that absence always stuck with him. He doesn't think of it as much as he used to, he's far too occupied with his own work to mourn, but it's still there.

Beholding you was like beholding a ghost, and he couldn't really believe that you were standing right there in front of him. He's nigh speechless, but somehow he manages to get himself together to say your name at the very least. He's quick to run a general check-up, and your massive size doesn't slow his work in the slightest.

As much as he'd prefer to have you live within the base, the place is already pretty crowded as is, and with someone your size packed in with the rest of the bunch, he wouldn't be surprised if the number of accidents around the base would skyrocket tenfold. Of course he doesn't mean any offense to you, it's just that there's no space for you. Their current base is so ridiculously minuscule in comparison to the buildings back on cybertron that it feels like they're living in a cardboard box that the U.S. government kicked over to them. While it's certainly far from ideal, he still has to make do, so he'll try to help think of something to improve your living conditions.

Sure, the thought that someone could get hurt on a mission is something that weighs on his mind every single time, but for some reason whenever you're deployed, that anxiety of his worsens ten-fold. It may be because you're partners, but from a medical standpoint, if you were to get hurt, you could leave a massive crater in the team's resources. Not only could you easily wipe out what little energon they have, but the team doesn't have the proper resources to patch up any major injuries, and the last thing he wants right now is to be forced to say goodbye to you permanently.

[in1-nutshell]

And I also wanted to see of Maxima being a con (in the same universe as Ophelia btw if you remember!)

I’ll probably request more, but like usual ill request just two per open request

Almost forgot about writing that one for the summaries!

Here it is now!

Hope you enjoy!

Maxima turns into a Con

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Maxima had been quiet for the past few days.

Ever since her brief encounter with Megatron and Ophelia…

She knew she needed to come up with an answer or some sort of plan.

Maxima knew what would happen if she betrayed the Autobots.

If she betrayed Optimus…

But who then was going to save Opehlia?

Megatron was going to terminate her the next battle if she didn’t join his ranks.

All she needed to do was shoot someone and that would guarantee Ophelia’ safety.

The decision needed to be made fast, the others were starting to notice the change.

Miko going up to Maxima: “Hey you wanna go dune bashing?” Maxima looks down at Miko: “Not today Miko.” Miko pats her pede: “You okay Maxima? You’ve been acting a bit weird lately. You sick? Wait can you guys get sick?” Jack: “Who’s sick?” Raf: “Someone’s sick?” Maxima: “No one is sick. Its just… I have a lot of things going up in the old helm. We can go dune bashing another day, okay?” Miko and the others seem satisfied with the answer and leave her alone. Maxima sighs and goes to return to her habsuite, but a servo stops her. It was Optimus. Optimus: “Maxima, is everything all right?” Maxima gives him a tired smile: “Not so much, but I’m handling it.” Optimus: “If you need help Maxima, do not be afraid to ask for assistance from me or the others.” Maxima stomps down the little cry in her throat: “Understood… and thank you.” Maxima slips through the Prime’s servos and quietly enters her room. Optimus stays in the same place for a bit before Ratchet walks over. Ratchet: “Something’s going on with her Optimus.” Optimus: “Agreed old friend.” Ratchet: “Did she tell you anything?” Optimus: " Nothing that would serve of use. But I am sure she will come to us if the problem does prove to be much.” Ratchet mumbles a bit: “Let’s hope so.” Optimus nods to this as well.

Finally, the day came.

Maxima took an extra hour before the mission to make sure her fail safe plans in the base had been set up.

Hopefully someone would snoop around and see the recordings.

She said her goodbyes to the children and gave a quick hug to Ratchet and ran into the groundbridge.

As expected, the ‘ambush’ was there waiting for them.

Maxima stayed on the defense until Megatron arrived.

She stopped her movements and stared at the warlord from across the field.

Maxima activated her blasters, shakingly.

Tears began pooling around her optics.

She knew who was behind her.

She knew what this would do to the team.

She knew what this would do to her.

… But who knows what Megatron would do to Ophelia if she didn’t do it.

Without taking her teary gaze from Megatron, Maxima fires one blast.

…

…

… straight into Optimus Prime’s chassis.

The entire battlefield went quiet seeing the mighty Prime fall from the blast. Maxima can’t hear anything other than the white noise in her audials. She can’t hear her teammates calling to her. She barely felt Megatron dragging her to the groundbridge. Before she knew it, the colors of the Nemesis filled her vision. Megatron clamps her shoulders wearing a proud smile. Something she hadn’t seen since she was a sparkling. Megatron: “My fellow Decepticons! What you have just witnessed was the death of an Autobot and the rise of a Decepticon. Maxima is now one of us.” Maxima feels the waterworks slowly coming. Megatron guides Maxima to a room. Maxima: “Where are we?” Megatron: “Your new shared quarters.” He opens the door. Megatron: “As promised, no harm done.” Ophelia gasps seeing Maxima at the doorframe. Megatron gives her another pat on the shoulder: “For future reference, I am the only one who can kill Optimus Prime… welcome to your new home my child.” SLAM! The door closes as Maxima falls to her knees. Ophelia runs over to her. Ophelia: “What are you doing here!? What did—” Maxima pulls her close and starts sobbing: “Y-you’re alive! Oh t-thank the Prime’s you’re- you’re okay!” Ophelia starts crying too and hugs back. Ophelia: “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” Maxima just hugs tighter as a new wave of tears arrives. Only time would tell what would happen to the two now. But at least they were safe… for the time being at least…

[muletia]

[tfp] optimus prime x human!reader

summary: you feel insecure about your boring life. optimus is quick to make you feel better about yourself

cw: angst, fluff, yapper (reader) x listener (optimus), optimus is fucking obsessed with you, bad writing, silliness

word count: 1033

The last thing you expected to see after leaving work was a massive red-and-blue truck parked perfectly at the curb, just a few meters from the entrance. You’d recognize that color scheme and vehicle type anywhere — someone had come to visit. You didn’t even try to hide the smile that crept onto your lips.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

Your coworker’s voice pulled you out of your brief trance. You’d completely forgotten she was even there, though just moments ago, the two of you had been making small talk.

"Yup."

"You never mentioned him."

Because he’s a damn alien, you almost blurted, but you bit your tongue in time.

"He’s a long-haul truck driver, so he’s rarely in Jasper. Hey, thanks for the recipe, but I’ve gotta go. See you tomorrow!"

After a quick hug, you headed briskly toward the truck. She’d surely grill you for details tomorrow, and you’d need to have your excuses ready, but that was a problem for later. You had far better things to do now.

You opened the passenger door to avoid drawing attention to an empty driver seat and climbed inside. The familiar interior immediately put you at ease, and when the owner of the truck spoke, butterflies that had been dormant in your stomach suddenly came to life. You’d known him for years, yet his voice alone still made you feel like a giddy teenager. The perfect man, as it turned out, was actually an extraterrestrial being.

"Greetings, my dearest."

"Hi, love. To what do I owe this visit?"

Optimus started the engine and took the route toward the base. You knew it by heart, having traveled it countless times with Bumblebee or Bulkhead when you needed an escort. Yet, despite being your partner, Optimus rarely had time for dates. You didn’t hold it against him; you fully understood the duties that came with being a leader. But there were moments, many intimate moments when Optimus wished he could spend more time with you. He wanted to be there for you through every good and bad moment, but he couldn’t, and it tore at his spark.

"Front lines have been quiet for now. I wanted to take the opportunity to see you."

You reached out and caressed the panel in front of you. You didn’t miss the momentary, louder hum of the engine. Adorable.

Out of habit, you started recounting all the work and life events that had happened during your time apart. You summarized the movies that had intrigued you, bored you, or changed your brain chemistry. You talked about books and poetry, focusing mostly on those he probably would enjoy as well. Optimus then offered his thoughts, sharing his perspective and making a mental list of works to study when he has the time, so he could discuss them with you in depth later. Maybe, if he got lucky, you’d agree to analyze them together, curled up against his neck.

After catching up on the past few weeks, you naturally transitioned to today’s events, animatedly describing how a certain Cameron had gotten on your nerves.

"I asked him a few times to fix my work computer because, you know, it’s his job, but no! Every time, he came up with some stupid excuse just to avoid—"

"Optimus," Ratchet’s voice broke in over the radio, interrupting your rant. "I hate to disturb your rendezvous, but your presence would be helpful at the base. No rush, though."

Oh, right. For a moment, you’d forgotten about your partner’s responsibilities, bombarding him with stories about work that didn’t even begin to compare with Optimus’s adventures. A pang of guilt hit you. The enthusiasm drained away, replaced by a sudden self-resentment. Instantly, the story that had been the highlight of your day shrank to the size of an atom, meaning absolutely nothing in the grander scale of beings you shared a relationship with. It wasn’t the first time these thoughts had interrupted your fun, but you’d never voiced them out loud, burying them deep within. Too bad they always found their way back to the surface.

You hoped Optimus hadn’t noticed your sudden change in body language, but deep down, you knew he had. He always did. Always perceptive and caring.

Trying to mask your discomfort, you gave a small smile.

"Hi, Ratchet!" you greeted.

The medic grumbled something under his breath.

"I am on my way to the base," Optimus reported, and the connection cut off.

"[Your Name]," he began, his tone changing. From the usual military formality, it softened into a gentle warmth. He’d seen right through you, as always. "Is everything alright?"

You didn’t want to perform tough. Not today, not in such a raw and tender moment.

"No. I don’t think so? It’s just… in your life, everything is so grand and significant; there’s always some action. My workday is interesting if a bird lands on the windowsill by my desk. Sometimes, I feel like my stories bore you because, let’s be honest, they’re boring. My job is boring."

"I understand. I am sorry you feel that way. It was never my intention to belittle you."

As always, he put all the blame on himself. You wished you could hug him, to take away at least a fraction of the guilt he carried every day on his shoulders.

"I know," you sighed. "You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry for getting all worked up."

"There is no need to apologize. I am grateful that you opened up to me. Personally, I do not think your life is uninteresting. It is yours and yours alone; no one else in the world experiences it in quite the same way. To me, your stories are unique, as they differ so drastically from the realities of my life. I wish you could think of them the same way—to be proud of who you are and what you represent."

"You always give me something to think about before bed," you laughed. "Thank you, love. I’ll try to work on myself."

"There are still a few Earth minutes before we reach the base," he informed you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to finish the story about Cameron?"

[cozzzynook]

This is for the *(Cyberverse Hotrod and Bee in Animated Verse)* ask I saw

The team find out that Hotrod and Bumblebee have fought in war since the beginning as well as Bee losing his voice box and try to help them with their trauma

Hope your doing well and have a fantastic day/noon/evening 🥰

I hope you are too thank you 😊

- immediately Ratchet is trying to run scans to see how to fix the problem and when he can’t he’s beating himself up internally but cyber bee tells him its okay. His ratchet made sure he wasn’t in any pain and getting a hug from such a sweet sparkling mech like bee makes Ratchet tear up a little.

- bulkhead crushes them in a hug and pops a couple bolts but they’re fine with it.

- carrier optimus ramped up ten fold. He’s really interested in meeting their optimus to have a chat with him over letting their sparklings join a war

- prowl asks plenty of questions to see how the universes align and if history for their species is bound to repeat this moment.

- bee from animated universe has an easier time comforting Hot rod than himself from another timeline. He can see and feel how much it hurts and neither like talking about it. So they don’t. But they do sit together and hold each other and thats more than enough for the two.

- They don’t share that part with Sari. She’s a sparkling, she shouldn’t have to deal with that.

[damnfandomproblems]

Ask

This is probably way too old to be bringing up, but i was going through the blogs responses to problems tag and looking that the notes (cuz stuff gets added on as time goes by) and I saw this absolute gem of piss on the poor in a reblog to this ask

https://www.tumblr.com/darkmimic0515/729124542007721984/im-giving-in-and-putting-in-an-actual-response?source=share

"So again we just going to skip the part that it's only when it's AFRICAN BRAIDS. Sudden our culture need to be given out to every fucking else. Especially you bastards that would then talk shit about black people. But when black and african people ask fo basic respect suddenly, suddenly that too much to ask? Love how the ask is just a rant about how Asians and white people should be able to call us nigg*rs and every slur under the sun then turn and take our cultures and call it theirs because there's a smidgen of resemblance. But it okay history don't lie, y'all still hold the fear of our beauty that allowed your ancestors to create the ONLY hair laws in the country towards us. Also becky and Kim isn't trying to have a 2'000 year old braiding styles. Their getting box braids, the same style you fucks call dirty and ratchet. Fuck out of here. Y'all deserve to have your hair fall out."

I know this thing is kinda a hot topic with people and people love to start arguing, but i also feel like ignorance should be admired sometimes.

This was my favorite part tbh

"Love how the ask is just a rant about how Asians and white people should be able to call us nigg*rs and every slur under the sun then turn and take our cultures and call it theirs because there's a smidgen of resemblance."

Like bitch WHERE?? HUH???

Posting as a response to a previous reply.

[yanderes-galore]

Hello 👋 can I ask for a oneshot of transformers prime Megatron with an autobot cybertronian reader ❤️

I think if you are an Autobot you're Cybertronian by default 😅 Watched the TF:P backstory for Optimus and Megatron so that's referenced here.

Spoilers for the backstory of Optimus Prime and Megatron in TF:P.

Echoes of Cybertron

Yandere! TF:P! Megatron with Autobot! Darling Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Torture, Attempted mindbreak, Obsession, Jealousy, Violence, Angst, Sadism, Darling may have PTSD but that's if you squint.

Back on Cybertron... you respected Megatron. He had been a skilled gladiator, one that showed power and skill. You weren't a fighter yourself but you found yourself often watching him.

Orion Pax, a close friend of yours, looked up to Megatron. As a result you had also began to look up to him. Megatron and Orion's views on the corrupted government of Cybertron were so similar to yours.

There was once a time on Cybertron where you and Megatron had shared conversation. Nothing hostile... just talks of understanding. You told him you admired him. Megatron, the fierce warrior he was, enjoyed your respect and thought you were a fan.

Even now... here on Earth... your memories echo stories of Cybertron.

You never bring them up with Orion... or as he's called now, Optimus Prime. There's wounds you don't wish to uncover for the both of you. So you comb through your memories alone.

You only liked to focus on the good parts. The times you could laugh with Orion and Megatron. The times you could discuss plans with each other....

However, Megatron was always one to use violence to solve problems.

A downside that tossed the entirety of Cybertron to fall into war.

Megatron expected you to side with him instead of Orion. Unfortunately you didn't agree with his violent means. You tried to talk him out of it... only for him to call you a hypocrite.

You once admired his fighting...! Yet now you ask him to stop?

War drove your group apart like everyone else. You and Orion watched Megatron become a monster out of jealousy. As a result... you helped put together the Autobots with the newly appointed Optimus.

Even after the war you can't manage to store away your regrets. You wondered if there was a possibility the fighting could stop. There was no functioning Cybertron to fight for now.

You tried to push aside the past of you and Megatron. In fact, you tried to focus on your new family. Optimus, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Arcee, Bumblebee, Rafael, Miko, Jack.... They're your family... and you love them with all your spark.

Optimus and Ratchet were even kind enough to help you cope with your memories if they did cause you trouble.

You could try to ignore what happened all you want. Megatron ignored most of the past except for you. The Decepticon, as insane and fierce as he is, strived to obtain you even after the war.

Megatron's goal is to kill the Autobots. You, however, will join him. He plans to let you know you chose wrong when siding with Optimus.

To change your beliefs will be a... difficult task. A task Megatron is determined to accomplish. Which is why your capture was inevitable.

Megatron had no problems with sending Decepticons to ambush you. He tricked you with a false beacon and had you damaged and with stasis cuffs in no time. Megatron did appreciate the fight you put up, however.

Like in the war, you fought enough to survive. Although you soon called Optimus and Ratchet for back up. That was when Megatron himself stepped in to put an end to your fighting with Soundwave and some vehicons.

The battle for your capture was long. As with most of Megatron's battles, energon was spilt. The Autobots were forced to make a retreat...

... and you had been captured with Soundwave's help in the end before you could be bridged back.

Optimus and Ratchet had already sustained dangerous wounds. You didn't want to cause them anymore pain. Which forced you to confront your age-old demon.

Megatron himself.

Megatron ordered you to be suspended in the air by your stasis cuffs. Knock Out and Breakdown offered to torture you for information, assuming that's what Megatron wanted.

Megatron turned them down, claiming he wanted the honors.

This was HIS time.

The room you're kept in is dark. Your optics can barely make out the dark purple walls of the room. Your spark nearly stops when you hear the heavy steps of your enemy.

"What a nice reunion." Megatron teases, red eyes staring into your blue Autobot ones. "Having fun with Optimus?"

You narrow your eyes, refusing to speak.

"Putting on a tough act now, aren't you? No wonder you became an Autobot. You're so similar to Optimus..." Megatron leans closer to tilt your head up "I hate it."

Megatron pulls away to pace in front of you.

"You should've never been an Autobot. You should've never helped HIM. I thought back then you liked what I did? You LIKED it when I fought!"

"We didn't need to use violence to change our world! Now look where that brought us! Cybertron's in RUINS-"

You feel him hit your chest harshly. It makes you flinch. He could've hit your face but decided against it. He couldn't ruin you too much... yet.

"Don't bring any of that up. I was doing what was right. Did you really think they'd listen to me if I used KIND WORDS like you said?"

Megatron laughs at you. You look away in shame. Back then you should've known expecting a gladiator to talk things out was foolish.

"Why have you brought me here? To kill me? To use me as a message for Optimus?"

"Kill you? No..." Megatron grins. "I have other plans."

Megatron steps towards a control pad. Mechanical arms with all sorts of strange tools on them point towards you. Torture instruments....

"You'll be a message... but of a different kind. I want the Autobots dead, yet you will not join them."

With the press of one button, the arms angle towards your limbs and chest. Your optics hold fear.

"You will join me. I know you won't give up your beliefs without some sort of reason. So... I plan to break you."

There's a mechanical whirring and you see an arm inch closer.

"Through our little sessions I'm sure you'll learn what choice you should've done back on Cybertron."

Megatron pauses the machine and walks over to you for one last taunt.

"WE were meant to rule. WE were meant to bring in a new age... together.... Since you like Optimus so much, I'll have to 'reprogram' that mind of yours."

Megatron gives you a sadistic grin before starting the machine.

"Take this as your... initiation."

Your screams were something he'd never forget.

[merlinfromberlin]

Yoooo the Back to the Future and TFOne Prequel sound so interesting!!

Always love Dad!Ratchet. I'd love to know how he meets B-127 :)

Honestly, I'd love to know anything else you wanna share with either AU!

(Enjoy this picture of Ratchet <3)

Hi & Thank you ^^

First. Omg, that is such a goofy, amazing picture of Ratchet. I love him so much! He's going straight into my collection of TFP screenshots. :D <3

Back to the Future AU:

This is nowhere near as solid as my ideas for the TF ONE Prequel.

Right now, it's mostly just a "Wouldn't it be funny if Bee and Hot Rod were (accidentally, by Wheeljack) sent back to the time where Optimus was dating Megatron and need to deal with that revelation?" scenario. Then add Orion only being friends with Jazz, Ironhide, Elita, Ratchet instead of dating any or all of them and, if I'm feeling especially silly, sparkling Hot Rod.

And there you have it, your basic Back to the Future Set up.

Honestly, I could probably make something angsty with this, but I think it'd also work very well as something more light-hearted, focusing on the relationship between Bee and Hot Rod and them growing closer together through all of this.

I mean, just imagine the amount of "blackmail" they would probably gather on their caregivers during their time in the past. ^^

Or the shenanigans of Bee playing with sparkling Hot Rod while adult/teen Hot Rod stands by and watches.

I really love this idea, but overall, I'm still a bit murky on the details of it all. It's been years since I last saw Back to the Future, so I'd want to watch that movie again + probably read at least the first of the TFP prequel novels. ^^"

My biggest problem is Tyger Pax, though, and whether it's something that should have happened in this AU or not. Because Megatron having tortured Bee would definitely heavily impact everything in this story. But I think I tend to lean towards a TFP/G1 blend where Tyger Pax has not (yet) happened or maybe will never actually happen. ^^"

TF ONE Prequel:

Honestly, this "oneshot" has kinda been the bane of my existence ever since I first saw TF One. ^^"

Ratchet and B-127 meet basically directly after B's been forged. In this universe, Minibots are the last bots that get forged in a batch of "Newsparks" and they are called Minibots because they are usually smaller than their peers. Most of the time, that doesn't come with too many complications, but for B it goes wrong and he ends up in Iacon's Public Hospital. And that's where he wakes up and meets Ratchet and pretty much imprints on him like a duckling.

Initially, I wanted to write a 'simple' oneshot exploring B-127's state of mind in Sublevel 50. Then I realised that I needed something to kinda "ground" B and give him something to work for, something he can hold on to after he's met rock bottom. And I was like, well, I love me some Dad!Ratchet, so that was easy. And then I realised that I kinda needed to set up B-127's and Ratchet's relationship for that to work. And then Brawn, Gears and Huffer somehow snuck into my notes.

And now it's more of a dystopian story exploring a darker side of the society we see in TF One, so, in other words, it's officially gotten out of hand. ^^"

Also, I've had the prologue and first chapter of this story proofread and ready to go for at least a week now - I've just been struggling to come up with a title other than TF One Dadchet AU. So, yeah. It's going to happen on Saturday, I hope. ^^"