hi!! i write transformers stuff :) they/he/she | bi | 19 || inbox: open! || i take hcs, one-shot and drabble requests!! read the pinned post before submitting <3
intro post for stuff i will/won’t write - please read this before submitting anything, thank you!
i write for:
- transformers prime
- bayverse (tf, rotf, dotm, aoe, tlk, rotb)
- bumblebee (2018)
things i will write:
✓ platonic pairings
✓ cybertronian!reader
✓ lgbtq+ (this is obvious but just in case people arent sure :])
✓ fluff
✓ angst/heavy angst (character death, gore, etc.)
✓ suggestive
✓ polyamorous
✓ depressive subjects
things i wont write:
✘ nsfw
✘ pedophilia
✘ non-con/dub-con
✘ incest
✘ oc x canon
✘ pregnancy/birth
✘ romanticization of toxic/abusive partners
✘ romanticization of disorders
general:
unless you specify what you’d like the readers gender to be, i will always write them as gender-neutral
if i feel like you’re asking me to romanticize an extremely sensitive topic or i just feel uncomfortable writing your request, i will ignore it
this is prone to editing as i spend more time developing what i am and am not comfortable with. whether or not i get to your request depends on my motivation! dont spam me with the same thing until i do it. also, my actual writing is completely different to when im just typing casually, so dont worry, it wont all be in lowercase without punctuation lmao
thats it!! ty for reading, and feel free to send in any requests :))
a/n: very soft. very short. hes all thats been on my mind since rotb and i needed to get some of my silly little feelings about this man out of my system. its 6am as i finished this & am posting and its not proofread yet so good luck <3
warnings: none
word count: 505
(GN reader)
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It was quiet.
The air was still - only flickers of soft wind caressing your skin every now and then. Green leaves above you rustled with it, along with the tall grass only a few feet away. You were comfortably warm sitting under the summer shade of a tree.
Quiet was nice, you thought, settling against the cool metal at your side and letting your eyes fall shut with a deep exhale. A servo rested on your shoulder and you hummed.
You hadn’t felt at peace like this in… however long it had been.
Too long.
You blinked, pulled out of your thoughtless trance by the quiet murmur of your name. Lazily angling your head back, you looked up at the familiar face above you. He observed you for a moment, bright blue optics flicking over your features before soft metal lips parted to give you a soft grin. A warm feeling bubbled in your chest, spreading through to the rest of your body.
Safe, you thought.
Mirage made you feel safe.
“Somethin’ on your mind, pretty?”
A quick huff of a laugh left your lungs. You didn’t reply, just taking in his face; eyes, nose, cheeks and lips. Speaking of…
Lifting an arm, you made a grabbing motion with your hand. Like a child, you knew, but neither of you really cared too much. The mech eagerly lowered his helm, resting it in your outstretched hand. Your eyes narrowed ever so slightly to focus as you reached up with your other hand, thumbs grazing the sides of his face. His metal was mostly smooth - the occasional scratch or scar littered across it. Despite his best efforts to keep his finish clear and shiny, you actually liked all of the marks that were either too small or too deep to buff out. You thought they were pretty on him. You thought he was pretty.
The metal under your palms seemed to warm the longer you stared. When your previous thought returned to you, you gently tugged his helm towards you. He got the message and leaned further down, face mere inches from yours. Eyes flicking from optics to lips, you didn’t waste any more time in meeting him the rest of the way.
Your lips met. He sighed into the kiss, lifting a servo to rest it on top of your smaller hand. There was nothing desperate or rushed in it. It was soft. It was nice. Thoughts melted away as you closed your eyes, running your other hand over his jaw and just focusing on the feeling of him.
Even as you broke the kiss for air you just kept looking at him, caught in the most unfamiliar but simultaneously most familiar set of eyes you’d ever known.
The giant mechanical alien from somewhere out there in the universe who had been the only one to ever make you feel so genuinely safe and cared about tilted his helm.
“So… this definitely means I’m your favorite, right?”
You scoffed, giving him a light swat, “You always were, stupid.”
Hey! I'm probably SOOO late to transformers fanfics and one shots but I've come with this prompt,( I hope you like it enough to write it!) could you write Ratchet x injured reader, g/n or female. Injured shoulder, and maybe trying to hide it from him? Also in Tfp? If all this isnt too much to ask? Thank you for considering! Have a good day/ night
a/n: heehee this one was fun. the dialogue is kinda splotchy because theres a lot going on in my brain rn but!! hope you like it <3 also reader is cybertronian bc there are NOT enough cybertronian!reader fics out there and theyre very fun to write tbh. hope thats okay!!
ALSO! guidelines have been updated so before anyone submits a new req please read it! and please please request mirage/rotb fics oh my god im obsessed with it ROTB WAS SO GOOD </33
warnings: very minor injuries, pining <3
word count: 1059
(GN, cybertronian!reader)
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The purple and green swirl of the ground-bridge closed behind you as you followed your team back into base, the lingering energy buzzing under your plating.
Glancing at Bumblebee, a small twinge of pity struck you as he made his way over to the medical bay. The scout had taken a few nasty punches from Breakdown and clearly wasn’t feeling too hot; dents littering his armor.
“We showed ‘em, huh?” your focus was snatched when Bulkhead caught you off guard with his usual celebratory elbow-bump, sending you stumbling a little from the force. A sharp pain ran up your arm to your shoulder and you winced.
“Yea- totally.” sending the wrecker a strained smile, you gave him a half-hearted push back. He tilted his head, about to open his mouth to ask you something when Miko booked it over to the two of you, questions spilling out of her mouth at a mile a minute. All of them were something gore or violence related, asking Bulkhead if he got any pictures of some “hardcore massacre-ing”. The girl's interests were a little concerning, but endearing. Nonetheless, you took the opportunity to slink away and avoid any more attention. Angling your helm, your face scrunched up at the sight - and feeling - of the wound on your shoulder.
Too focused on the fight in front of you, a stray Vehicon had been able to sneak up behind you and catch you by surprise. Fortunately for you, Vehicons were mass trained for quantity over quality and didn’t have the best shots. The blast grazed your shoulder, tearing between some of your paneling to the barely exposed wires. It hurt like a bitch at first, but adrenaline buried it enough that it wouldn’t distract you - plus it was small enough that none of your team noticed. Now that you were back at base, though, the piercing sting prodded at your processor incessantly. You did want to go and see Ratchet about it - always finding some kind of excuse to be around the mech - but he was dealing with Bumblebee right now, and you didn’t want to add to his plate. Not like it was anything life-threatening, anyway. You could just try and patch it up yourself - you’ve spent enough time with Ratchet to pick up a few things yourself.
You stole a glance at said medic, who you only just noticed was looking right at you. Immediately you realized from the questioning look on his face, raised brow and all, he had probably caught both your reaction to Bulkhead bumping into you and the grimace you had made at your shoulder. Optimistic, you shook your head at him, giving the mech a meager thumbs-up and a “I'm-actually-totally-fine” smile. He gave you a hard stare, and your spark sank when he motioned you over with a flick of his digits. You begrudgingly made your way over to the medical bay. As you neared, Ratchet had already cleared Bumblebee and was shooing him out. The scout passed you, and your attention was focused on Ratchet waiting with a cocked helm and his ever-present RBF. Standing awkwardly under his gaze, almost scrutinizing, you huffed. Without a word, the red and white medic picked up his scanner, turning it on with a loud click and running the green laser over your frame.
“Really, doc - I’m fine. It’s nothing.” you tried, and failed, as he kept the device lingering at your shoulder. With a deadpan look covering his faceplate, he put the scanner down and placed his servos over your shoulder plating. You grit your denta to keep a pained hiss from leaving you, wincing when he felt around the frayed wiring.
“Nothing, huh?” you pouted at his scoff, his metal brows knitted together as he examined the shot that had barely missed doing any serious damage. “Sit.” he ordered, gesturing to the medical berth while he moved to grab some tools from a nearby counter. Embarrassment was settling in your chassis, but you did as you were told.
It technically didn’t take long to patch you up, but the old mech made it seem like eons to you with the way he was muttering about “some of the team having egos too big for their own good.” It only made the burn of embarrassment grow, and you ducked your head when he gave you a pointed look. Ratchet was nothing if not thorough in ensuring you knew when he disapproved of something.
Soon enough he finished up, giving the patched wound a once-over.
“Anything else you’re not telling me?” he questioned, the familiar lilt of sarcasm back in his tone. That at least steadied your nerves a little.
“No, sir.” you mocked, raising one of your servos in a half-assed salute.
He scowled, crossing his arms, “I’ll have Optimus enforce mandatory health checks every time you come back to base.”
Frantically shaking your helm, you raised both servos defensively, “Okay, okay!” you sputtered, “Won’t happen again.” His optics narrowed, giving you a hard stare, and you released a heavy sigh. “Promise.”
Ratchet debated it for a moment, still having half a mind to just assign the checks anyway, but as you kept your optics trained on his, the mech’s will buckled and he huffed a quick, “Good.”
You both were staring at each other for just a moment too long before Ratchet gave a quick cough. “Come back if the pain flares up again.” he waved you off as he made his way back to his usual spot at the terminal. You blinked, watching him walk off with a slightly heated face. Awkward. Hopping off the medical berth, you were careful not to irritate your shoulder and mess it up more than it already was. As you walked past Bumblebee he whirred to grab your attention. You paused, turning your head to him with a raised metal brow.
The scout chirped at you teasingly from where he sat, nodding his head way too obviously towards you and then Ratchet, who was already burying himself back in his work. Your optics widened, immediately narrowing into an offended glare as you jabbed a digit towards him.
“Don't. Even.” you grumbled, folding your arms and walking briskly away from Bumblebee’s poorly stifled, chittering laugh that echoed behind you. Your previous pity for the mech quickly dissipated as your faceplate burned. Primus.
Saw that your requests were open so what about TFP cons with an adorkable teen human reader? A really close friend (the emotional support bundle of joy™) that is really artistic, kind, understanding and just a pure cinnamon roll, what would be the bots reaction to the lil' human? Optimus, Ratchet,Bulkhead, Arcee, BB, and if you do the kids then the kids. If not the other bots, stay safe!
im back!! so sorry for the long ass wait, had so much going on in my life recently (graduating, going back home, etc.) but hopefully i'll be back to posting somewhat regularly! tysm for the continuous support :] love seeing the notifs pop up every day
this is one of the first asks in my inbox (and i completely forgot that the prompt said reader was part of the cons... whoops) and i've wanted to get it done for a while now! have so many more to get through but will get them done eventually - this isn't the best but its cute <3 and you can 100% tell who my favs are lmao
warnings: none
word count: 939
(GN reader)
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Optimus:
he finds your outlook on things is a nice change of pace compared to the more pessimistic views that some members of the team can have at times
values your compassion greatly, often turning to you as a confidant over the time you’ve gotten to know each other. a mission went wrong and he’s putting all the blame on himself? you’re there to reassure him in a heartbeat, reminding him that he did his best and there’s always another chance; you keep him grounded
has an innate interest in art and writing - he used to be an archivist, after all
so he enjoys watching you indulge in your hobby, your excitement about it reminds him of his younger years of being a clerk at iacon when he would become giddy over a newfound archaic text
he’s very fond of you and makes sure you know it, taking note of the small things you like and getting you whatever little gift he can manage to find - genuinely thinks you’re cute and likes seeing you happy :]
Ratchet:
while it may have taken him a little longer than the others to warm up to you fully, he grew to start looking forward to your company (despite his his best efforts to hide it)
he appreciates your quiet company; you’re much less rambunctious than both the other humans and his own team - you complain a lot less too, probably one of his favorite qualities about you
like optimus, your bubbly attitude gives him a much needed break from the dreary duties that come with being the autobot medic
you often find yourselves working in tandem, with you sitting on the couch working on your newest project while he stands at his terminal typing away. occasionally you’ll walk over with a nervous smile, and with a roll of his optics he’ll lower a servo for you to climb into and lift you up onto the corner of the console, huffing when you chirp a thank you before the both of you quietly return to your tasks (he enjoys it, really)
while he’s not one to vent his frustrations to you, he’ll always be open to listen to you vent about yours. even if he doesn’t respond with much, he’ll offer logical solutions and observations for whatever issue you’re having
Bulkhead:
the big guy loves art, having been exposed to his fair share of it by miko, and is very encouraging when it comes to your projects
he might not get some of the nuances or meanings of the things you make, but he tries - oftentimes making you laugh a bit at the sheer amount he misses. it’s endearing though, and you appreciate the effort
too fidgety to sit and watch you do anything for too long, but he’ll offer to drive you to a vista for some inspiration while he does his usual scouting routes, miko tagging along of course. she’ll probably bring her sketchbook with her and sit next to you and draw, chattering the entire time while blasting some music from her ipod, offering you one of her earbuds
Arcee:
similar to ratchet she takes a while to get used to you, a little cold at first to your attempts at friendliness
she notices how happy you seem to make everyone else and eventually makes a legitimate pass at being friendly despite how awkward it feels
but with how eagerly you accept it she doesn’t feel as bad, sighing in relief as you immediately start filling her in on how much you’ve enjoyed your time with the autobots
she’s not much of a conversationalist (especially when it comes to humans) so your chattiness is almost a relief - not having to keep up fake interest and energy with someone puts her in a more comfortable position; especially since you’re not one to comment on it like others tend to
will sit and watch you work on whatever your newest project is, a comfortable silence shared between the two of you
rambles about random stuff from her past sometimes - you turn out to be one of the few people she trusts enough to mindlessly dump her thoughts to, both good and bad
Bumblebee:
one of the first to get to know you, overly excited about having a fresh face around
super curious when he sees you working on something, a barrage of questions translated from mechanical chirps and whirrs with the help (and annoyance) of ratchet
he’ll actually try and mimic some of your art on the walls of hidden ditches where he and rafael hang out, excitedly bringing you along to show off his latest work and buzzing happily when you praise it
will eventually, with your encouragement, try and make something original - he ends up finding it pretty soothing and an easier way to feel understood; communicating his feelings without words can be unsurprisingly helpful for someone who can’t use any of his own
you’ll spend hours hanging out and working on your stuff - he likes when you help him with his own art, adding your own brushstrokes to the concrete wall
he’ll let you sit up on his shoulder just to watch him make whatever he feels like making, or even just taking you on joyrides in the desert where he doesnt need to worry about anything going wrong
while it’s usually you, him and raf hanging out he does enjoy spending solo time with you - usually in silence or one-sided conversations, but you understand each other well enough without words
will also figure out what your favorite songs are and surprise you with them; he loves when you get all giddy about literally anything
hi! so sorry for the lack of activity, been super busy getting ready for finals! wanted to post something though, so heres a small draft i started a while ago to try and write more gore/angst stuff, trying to push myself a bit more :) might not be the best thing ive written, but i think its alright enough to post - lmk if you want a part 2!
warnings: blood, gore, torture, death
word count: 1.1k
(GN, cybertronian!reader)
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The soft creaking of chains is the only sound that fills the barren room. You hang your helm, energon loss and a weary processor debilitating you, limbs heavy with thoughts clouded by fatigue. Lidded optics gaze down to the drying spilled fuel that covered both the floor and your frame. You take a ragged in-vent and close your optics, trying desperately to keep yourself from shaking.
Don’t make them think you’re weak. The others just need a little more time.
A faint mechanical fwoosh greets your audials, and a soft purple light is cast through the open door for a brief moment before being blocked out by a large, spiked shadow. You don’t even make an attempt to look up as heavy footsteps, followed by a lighter pair, make their way to the center of the room where you hang. The chains that secure your arms above you chime against one another as you shift, grimacing at the twinge under your shoulder plating.
“How is our prisoner today, Knockout?”
The cherry red medic slowly waves a scanner over your frame, clear disgust setting onto his faceplates at your state - or more so the state of your finish, ever the most important thing on his processor. Your gaze narrows at the mech while he waits for the scan to process. You had never known of a cybertronian who could be so unapologetically self-absorbed.
Knockout hums and skims over the data pad, tone annoyingly peppy when he answers, “Besides some minor energon loss, I believe they’re capable of taking another session or two before their… expiration, my liege.”
As soon as you hear the door close, sharp digits grab your chin. The servo lifts your helm so that you look straight into the warlords blazing red optics. “You only have so much time before my patience runs thin, Autobot.” he threatens, “Where is your base?”
You return his gaze with steeled optics, “Doesn’ matter how many times you beat me,” your voice is littered with faint static as you speak, “‘m never tellin’ you.” Megatron glares at you, opening his intake to disregard your words; but before he can speak you raise your helm and spit at him, a small glob of energon splattering onto his chassis. His optics widen, a hilarious mix of disgust and anger shaping his features - in any other situation, you would’ve laughed.
His narrow optics flit to you before raising a digit and swiping the blue substance from his frame. He flicks it away, and your vision suddenly spins when his fist slams into the side of your helm. Your frame shudders and you grit your denta, trying to let the sharp pain roll off you.
“If you’d like to play dirty,” Megatron snarls into your audial, “then I would be more than happy to accommodate.”
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Energon drips from your intake. You feel as if you had been thrown into a spiked pit, scratches and dents littering your frame. Megatron circles you, running a clawed digit along your form. The sound of screeching metal-on-metal makes you cringe, and you try to ignore the flaring pain it leaves in its wake over your already battered plating.
He drops his servo from your frame, moving in front of you to raise your helm once more. He says nothing, only glaring. You return his gaze, exhaustion clear, but he doesn’t miss the glint of challenge in your optics. Megatron isn’t an idiot - he knows your type, and he knows you meant what you said.
The warlord snarls, “If you refuse to tell me the location of your base,” he raises his servo. “Then I will at least take the opportunity to thin your ranks!” Panic floods you right before he swings down, claws ripping through your chassis; bright, blue energon splattering onto both of your frames.
You wail - hot, white pain overtaking your thoughts. You thrash and kick out, sending Megatron stumbling away from you - but all of your attention is locked onto the excruciating pain taking hold of your body. Optics blown wide, you can’t help but stare as energon spills from the four, deep gashes carved into your chassis.
You barely feel his servo grab your helm and violently shove it upwards, trying to force the last of your attention on him.
“You should have taken your chance.” He sneers, sharp denta glinting as his gaze bore into yours.
You can’t look back. Not with any real meaning behind it. The only thing you can process is the pure, unfiltered agony taking over your frame. It was spark-splitting, and you can do nothing but wallow in it as Megatron makes his way towards the exit; leaving you heaving as you bleed onto the floor from the chains that suspend you.
Not moments later, you feel the ship rumble. Blaster fire can be heard behind the door, and you feel a sliver of hope grow in your spark. Even if they can’t save you, at least you won’t spend your last moments alone on a Decepticon warship. However an explosion jolts your frame, twisting you at a particularly painful angle; you cry out, venting labored as you try to re-focus on the sounds outside - anything but lingering on the torment of your wounds.
The gunfire dies down, and you hear a shout. Their voice wasn’t familiar, but you didn’t particularly care at this point - as long as you were given a chance at escape, you couldn’t give less of a scrap about what faction, or lack of, the bot saving you aligned with.
The door slides open. With strained effort, you lift your helm just enough to see who it is. You tense up in apprehension - this isn’t anyone you know. They were slightly blurred to you, but from what you can make out their frame is silver and blue with two red stripes on the top of their helm, and comparatively smaller than most of your comrades. Whoever it is, they seem to freeze as soon as they lay their optics on your mangled, energon covered form.
You probably looked dead.
The bot runs out, and for a moment fear seizes you at the prospect that they thought you were already gone, and decided that a sparkless Autobot wasn’t worth their while. You try to call out, but you only irritate your wounds - your chassis throbs as your voice fizzles out into static. All you can manage is a whine as you curl in on yourself; only managing to lift your knees a few inches upwards.
Your venting stutters. Tears well up in your optics. Your frame begins to shake.
hey everyone! sorry for the massive inactivity, currently trying to get through my senior year so i've got lots of stuff going on rn. thank you so much for the constant support on my posts though! i've got a lot of stuff in my inbox and hopefully i'll get to them soon <3
hi!! sorry for the massive inactivity, life got busy and i didn't have much motivation - but i went through one of my first tf fics and edited it a bit, so why not post it while i work on requests (thank you for those, btw!) hope you like it :) sorry for any errors in this, it was initially written a while ago but i tried to fix up everything i could lmao
also, this was inspired by a prompt i found
warnings: non-graphic injuries
word count: 930
(GN, cybertronian!reader)
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You were laying on the medical berth as your optics flitted about the room. Restless and in pain, you had been left to your own devices after the last of the team had left you alone, as per Ratchets’ constant nagging. You ex-vent, replaying the day’s events in your processor.
A misstep had earned yourself a blast in your side when an energon scouting mission turned sour – it wasn’t exactly life-threatening, but it still hurt like the Pits. Smokescreen, who’d been assigned to go with you (and was promptly panicking), contacted Ratchet for a ground-bridge once you had both finished off the last of the Vehicons. Just because you were injured meant in no way that you couldn’t still blast the enemy halfway to the Allspark, right?
As soon as the two of you had gotten through the ground-bridge Ratchet patched you up, all the while chewing the both of you out for “unnecessarily engaging Decepticons on a mere scouting mission” and “putting yourselves at risk”. Once the old medic was sure that you were stable, he shooed the others away so that you could recharge.
Not that you were doing much of it.
You perk up at the sound of pedes making their way across the hangar, hoping it was a ‘bot you could actually have a conversation with. While you beyond respected him, small talk with Optimus Prime isn’t exactly what you would define as fun. Relief washes over your form as Smokescreen peeks his helm around the corner.
“Hey, Y/N? You still awake?” The mech not-so-quietly whispers. You shake your helm.
“No, I just have my optics online while I recharge.” You reply, mouth quirking into a smile.
He chuckles, bashfully glancing to the side as he lifts a servo to rest behind his neck cables, “Probably could’ve figured that one out myself, huh?”
“Probably.” You grin as he makes his way over to you, wincing a bit when you prop yourself up. The still-healing wound didn’t want to lose your attention, it seemed. “What’re you doing in here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be recharging?”
He shrugs, picking up one of Ratchets’ tools and aimlessly fiddling with it in his servos, “Couldn’t.”
One of your metal brows quirks up, but you brush his answer off. It wasn’t uncommon for him to have a hard time falling into recharge, having spent many lunar-cycles staying up with him until you were both worn out.
“How are you feeling, though? Ratchet said it would still hurt for a bit.” He nods to the covered gash in your side. When you look at the wound it seems to only hurt more, as if it was something sentient and knew it had your attention. You ex-vent.
“It hurts, yeah, but other than that I’m fine.” You answer, the corner of your mouth curving into a smile as you bump a fist against his shoulder plating, “C’mon, you know it takes more than a few ‘con scouts to get rid of me, Smokes!”
The mech swats your servo away, the smile that stretches across his faceplate making your spark flutter.
“Only because I was there to save your aft.” He taunts. The statement sends your optics rolling; but a laugh still bubbles up through your chassis. It was beyond tempting to shove him from where he sat, but you simply wave him off with a scoff and a flick at his armor. Once the laughing subsides, he perks up to look at you, “Seriously, though – you really did a number on those ‘cons. It was kind of cool.”
“Did you just compliment me?” Obvious mock surprise lines your tone as you lift a servo to the side of your helm, “My audials must be malfunctioning.” Smokescreen rolls his optics.
“Whatever, smartaft.” He shakes his helm, “I better get out of here, Ratchet will scrap me if I bug you for too long.”
Nervousness prickles through your chassis. Your wound still hurt, and you knew that if Smokescreen left you would be alone again, unable to recharge with thoughts running through your processor. You hated being left on your own.
When he pushes himself up, panic grips you - and without thinking you reach out with your servo to stop him.
Both your optics widen, and the mech shifts to look back at you, questioning optics searching your faceplate. Your servo is stilled on his forearm as you stare back at him. What were you thinking?! Yeah, go ahead and grab the mech without any warning; I’m sure that will make him want to stay!
“I’m sorry-“ You blurt out, snatching your servo away from him before you glance down. Embarrassment burns your faceplate, “I just- please, don’t leave me alone.”
His brows raise, and for a moment you think you over-stepped. Before you can say anything, though, he lets out a soft laugh.
“Alright, if you like my company that much I guess I could stay.” He lightheartedly teases. “But you’re taking the heat if Ratchet gets on my aft about this.” Your body relaxes as he sits back down, and you choose not to point it out when he shifts the chair closer to the medical berth.
“Think I can’t an old bot on?” You joke, despite both of you cringing at the memory of getting laid into by the medic after your scouting mission. Smokescreen chuckles, and you both drift into casual conversation with an abundance of back-and-forth teasing. As the minutes tick by, you already feel better than before; your wound temporarily forgotten in the presence your closest friend.
was thinking about this scene and honestly just really wanted some comfort stuff (even though this is mostly based around angst whoops) - based in DOTM before the invasion of chicago and the bots "leave"
warnings: hurt/comfort, dotm spoilers
word count: 883
(GN reader)
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“Make it short. We’re loading up.”
Bumblebee nods, giving a silent ‘thank you’ to the Prime before heading towards his charge to say his goodbyes.
Optimus walks back towards the ship, and there you stand - waiting for him under the platform. His spark suddenly feels much heavier in his chassis at the sight of you, the feeling of defeat within you is obvious. He kneels to lower his servo to the ground, and you solemnly climb into it. The leader carries you around the back of the ship, hidden from the view of the others.
Once he sits down, he guides his servo so that you’re able to climb onto his shoulder plating. You settle near his helm, leaning your own head against the warm metal as your mind spins, listening to the beat of his spark as he listened to your breath. Both of you were content to sit in eachothers company in silence, latching onto the last few minutes you had and milking it dry to the bone.
Yes, you were content – but neither of you were anywhere near satisfied.
“It’s not fair.” He can sense the pain in your whisper of a voice, already strained as you struggle to keep your composure - a balancing act on a taut and frayed wire, ready to snap and drop you at any moment. The comfort that only Optimus can give washes over you, desperation melded into his reassurance.
“Yes, I know, but we have no control over it.” He speaks quietly, the low rumble of his voice keeping you in the moment. Keeping you grounded with him. “I will always be with you no matter the circumstance – you know that, right?”
Your throat tightens at that. All you give is a broken hum of agreement, pressing yourself further into the crevice between his shoulder plates and neck cabling, as if everything would just stop if you only hid deep enough.
He feels you trembling, hears your sniffles and stuttered breathing. He washes his E.M. field over you once more, wrapping you in its heavy blanket of warmth, love, and reassurance. He can’t rely on his own words right now. It would likely only make things harder.
When someone calls for Optimus, the both of you tense. He sighs. You know it's time.
He brings his servo up to his shoulder. You stare at it, stomach churning into knots as you tentatively step onto it, as if it was your first time ever interacting with him. His servo shifts, and you turn to look at his face, drinking in every detail you can - committing every paint chip, scratch, and seam to memory. You’re already choking up again at the slightest hint of a thought that you wouldn’t see him again. With shaky hands, you place them on either side of his helm – or at least try to – and he watches, bright blue optics holding something back, but you know not to ask.
“I love you.” You speak. He brings his other servo up to place a digit, with the utmost gentleness and care of any being in the universe, next to your head. Pressing one of your hands against it, you repress the urge to beg him once more to stay – to say that you could make them reconsider, to make them realize how wrong this was and how they were handing Earth over without a fuss, leaving them all to the mercy of the Decepticons. But you had already tried, and he refused to make matters with your governments worse by going directly against their wishes after they had provided the Autobots with a home for so long. A home which was about to be destroyed by its species’ own stupidity.
He nudges you, pulling you from your own mind. The fear in your eyes is clear as day to your partner, and it makes him feel all the more guilty. Though he still couldn’t tell you. No matter how much it hurt the both of you, it was for your and the rest of your planets’ sake.
“Everything will be alright, my spark.” He soothes. It at least settles your nerves; his voice having always acting as a sort of beacon for you when everything was too overwhelming.
“Optimus.” Ratchet’s voice has his comms crackle to life, “We are leaving in one hour, we need you up here.”
You watch as he returns the call, letting him know that he would join them in a moment. Once he closes the line, all he needs to do is look back at you and you’re tearing up. For his sake – and your own – you swallow it down, forcing you to compose yourself. This was it, and he didn’t need you sobbing like a child in his servos as his last memory of you before he left Earth.
“I’ll miss you.” You say, a gentle smile working its way onto your face as you rub a stray tear from your cheek, “Well, more than miss you, but you know I’m shitty with words.”
He returns the smile, lifting you closer to nudge his helm against your head. The gesture made you melt, bumping your forehead against his with a soft laugh.
Hi!! I saw that you write for Bayverse, so I assume you’ve watched all the movies, please forgive me if I’m wrong! But is it alright if I request romantic and fluffy headcanons about Crosshairs with a nerdy, gender neutral reader? If not, that’s alright! Have a good day/night!!
crosshairs my beloved <3
warnings: none
word count: 230
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When you first met, he didn’t exactly have that much of an interest in you
But you grew on him, and now he thinks your rambling is cute (he’d never admit it though)
Likes sitting and listening to you rant about stuff – seeing you indulge in what gets you excited makes him happy
100% pokes fun at you every now and then but in a “I really like you and have no idea how to show it” way
There is a chance that once when he heard you talking about something, he tried doing his own research on it so that he could surprise you and actually have a conversation
Unfortunately, he didn’t get very far – this ‘bot has unbelievably low patience
Grumbles as he turns his data pad off - he prefers listening to you explain it to him anyway
Hates cheesy pick-up lines
So he uses cheesy pick-up lines
Sometimes they’re themed around your interest
Since you can have one, his special interest is making you blush
Seriously, he's made it his mission
Other ‘bots around? Not his problem – pet names and PDA will be your undoing
“If loving you was a crime, I’d be the most wanted ‘bot in the universe~” he grins, shit-eating as ever. Blood rushes to your face and you look straight down at the floor, ignoring Crosshairs’ snickering.
You may have seen "Aliens tired of humans" trope BuUut prepare for the complete opposite "A human tired of aliens", I had this idea about a human who keeps moving out but everytime they get to a city/town a different species of aliens keep appearing(Yautjas, xenomorphs, anodites, etc) so when they get to Jasper they think they have a break from intergalactic bussines, after being discovered the bots bring them to the base and reader is Not Amused™️ actually they have a digital album dedicated to their intergalactic friends reader shows them said album and bots are like"you are friends? with like three solar systems?? W ha t???" Reactions from TFP Wheeljack, Op and Ratchet(platonic) pls
this request was super fun to think about!! i don't think i did it nearly as much justice as i wanted to, but hopefully you'll still be happy with it - ty for the prompt :))
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Wheeljack:
Was more than confused when you didn’t react like most humans would have
“You in shock, Tiny?”
You stare back at the robot towering over you and sigh, “No, just tired.”
When you tell him that you’ve seen tons of aliens in your short time, he’s not sure if he should be more surprised at how you managed to get yourself into that much trouble, or simply at the fact that you’ve accepted aliens popping up at your doorstep
After getting to know eachother a bit you swap stories about all the different interactions you’ve had
The guy has travelled across space, he’s seen his share of alien species
Watching you swipe through all the different pictures you’ve taken, he’ll lean forward every now and then to squint and point, “Hey, I think I’ve seen one of those before!”
Optimus:
At first he thought the reason you weren’t freaking out was because you already knew the Decepticons, so he was cautious
Once you explained, he just felt bad for you – albeit very surprised
Would love if you told him stories about all the different kinds of alien species you’ve met, he’s had little to no interactions with other species’
If he has spare time, he’ll sometimes ask to see pictures of them - or listen to you ramble about certain interactions in the background of his work at the base
Ratchet:
Doesn’t believe you
He scoffs at your response, waving his servo, “That’s highly unlikely, you’re just obsessed with those cheap human conspiracy shows.”
Glances at your photos and rolls his optics, “Those are clearly manipulated.”
However he does a double take when you pull up videos which are, very clearly, not edited
“Believe me now? Or do you need me to drag them down from space?” You snark.
That shut him up pretty quick
He prodded you with questions now and then about what kinds of creatures you’ve met out of simple curiosity
Generally has a similar reaction as Optimus, although his interest isn’t anywhere near as strong – he’s content knowing just a few simple bits of info rather than your whole life’s story
Hello, new around here but is it alright to request a transformers bayverse headcannon with bumblebee, Optimus and possibly crosshairs who have a human (romantic or platonic I'll leave it to you!) who was raised by a femme cybertonian their whole life on earth which means their deeply attached to the bots? And their little human just sometimes forgets English entirely and just talks in cybertonian?
hi!! thank you so much for this request, it was so cute to write about - all three are written as romantic, but I wasn’t super sure on what to add for bee so i’m sorry if its a little bland
warnings: none
word count: 537
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Optimus:
Completely floored when he hears you speak his language for the first time
“Where… where did you-“
“Long story short, robot mom.”
He’s very interested in your past, and asks for you to tell him about it – and he’s surprised he didn’t learn about it sooner
At first he was under the impression that you only knew the basics, and offers to give you a few lessons
But when you answer in completely fluent Cybertronian he just puts his servos up and apologizes
Encourages you to read history books or any other subject from Cybertron, if you’re into that
His planet and it’s culture means a lot to him, so knowing that you’re able to be part of it in any way makes him feel way closer to you as a partner
When it’s busy he’ll sometimes forget that you can speak his language, so his processor just shorts out when you remind him with your own words
Since he feels more comfortable speaking his native language than any Earth language, he’ll often vent to you or ramble about something in Cybertronian
Feels way better afterwards too, especially since he knows you can understand all of it
Sometimes he’ll read Cybertronian poetry to you when you cuddle
And if you ever read any to him he’s a complete mess – won’t stop thinking about it for hours
Crosshairs:
Being the ignoramus he is, he didn’t have the slightest idea that you could speak Cybertronian, despite you using it with the other bots pretty often
He would casually flirt with you under the impression that you had no idea what the hell he was saying
So imagine his surprise when he shoots you a pick-up line and you actually respond in the same language
Immediately thinks back to what he’s said that you actually understood
Regret.
You just start cackling and he curses you out, stomping off somewhere else
Comes back later to interrogate you on how you know Cybertronian
Later on you both end up flirting back and forth with eachother in his language
Not exactly super interested in your whole backstory, but he does think it’s cool as hell that he can properly speak to you without any language barrier
Particularly likes hearing you curse someone out
But in the end he does genuinely feel a lot closer to you
Bumblebee:
So his partner can speak a language from another galaxy but he doesn’t even have a voice box?
Geeks out over it
He actually really, really likes when you speak Cybertronian
Gets super curious about how you learned it and wants to know about the bot who raised you
Thinks you’re even cooler than before (which seemed impossible)
Genuinely thought he was tripping or something when he heard you speak Cybertronian for the first time
Get’s kind of upset that he can’t speak his language back to you, considering American radio channels and movies wouldn’t have alien languages in them
It helps when you just ramble to him without him having to say anything back besides body language and touch, it’s a nice distraction that helps him zone out and forget about everything else going on – especially that, as far as he knows, he can’t speak his own language anymore
Either way gets super excited about you knowing elements of his homes culture
soft boss-bot time. little vent thingy that i started writing a couple days ago - recent shit happened and this actually really helped ground me - if you’re going through a rough time rn i hope this at least gives you a little break from everything :)) didn’t proofread this so if anything seems off im sorry
warnings: low self-esteem, self deprication, vent
word count: 905
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You trudge into the base, the heavy metal door closing behind you with a groan. The sound of your sneakers tapping against the hard floor echoes throughout the warehouse as you make your way across the hangar. The noise is abruptly cut off when you reach one of the couches, your bag sliding off your back before you slump into the couch with a huff.
Before you can even try to get yourself comfortable on the stiff furniture, heavy footsteps echo across the building. Well, if you can describe a forty-ton walking hunk of metal simply as ‘heavy’.
Angling your head back, you’re met with a set of blue optics looking back down on you. It takes you a moment to plaster on a slight smile, obvious fatigue dragging your brain.
“Hey.”
Optimus’ metal brow quirks upward, and for a moment you think you see slight concern glint the leaders face. But he simply nods to you, making his way to his designated station and busying himself with one of the terminals. One of the few moments of peace he gets, and he uses it to work.
You expected nothing less of him.
“So, where’s the rest of the crew? Bee said he’d take me with him for patrol.” You ask, settling deeper into the (very uncomfortable) couch. Usually you would be nervous talking to the prime, but you don’t particularly have the energy for it today.
“My apologies, but I’ve already sent Bumblebee on his patrol. He may not be back until later.” he answers distantly, mostly focused on the work in front of him, “However I do not think it’s wise for you to go with him either way, it may put you in danger – and you cannot exactly defend yourself from Decepticons.”
You frown, lowering your gaze. Alright, so the one thing you were looking forward to after your ultra-shitty day was just blown out the window. That’s fine. Who cares? Totally not you.
”(Y/N)? Are you alright?” Optimus’ voice shakes you out of your thoughts, making you glance up at the Autobot leader who was currently pausing his work- wasting his time to check on you.
Pushing another smile to your lips, you wave him off, “Yeah- yeah, I’m fine, dude. Don’t worry.”
“Are you sure?” his blue gaze hardens, almost scrutinizingly, as if he could see straight through your words. Which, in all honesty, isn’t that hard to do when it comes to you. You’re more surprised to see that he’s choosing to linger on the topic.
Sighing, you already want to end the conversation before it goes any further, “Look, I just had a bad day, alright? Happens to people all the time - and you’ve got more important stuff to do than waste your time worrying about some stupid fucking human.”
Optimus stiffens, and you immediately regret opening your mouth at all. You go to apologize, but the cybertronian interrupts.
“(Y/N), your welfare is just as important to us. If I have made it seem otherwise-“
“No, you haven’t, that’s not- that’s not what I meant.” Guilt worms its way into your chest. “You’ve treated me fine and whatever, I’m just- not used to it, I guess? I don’t fuckin’ know-“ Now your voice is beginning to strain, and you duck your head to avoid Optimus’ piercing gaze - almost as if it would tear you in two you should you so much as glance at him. You hear him ex-vent, and the sound of metal clunking against the floor greets your ears, growing louder until you can safely assume that he’s standing close. Still you refuse to meet his gaze, muscles tense within your now hunched form. All the stress packed into your tiny, miserable body is evident.
“…Sorry.” You mumble.
“There is nothing you need to apologize for.” He speaks softly, the seemingly constant hum within it allowing your body to lose some of its tension.
“But there is.” You counter, dejected gaze finally meeting his face, “I always end up ruining shit for other people because I can’t just keep my damn mouth shut – I always waste people’s time.”
Silence engulfs the hangar. He places an open servo next to you. Hesitantly you climb into it, and the prime lifts you to his shoulder as he stands. You stumble onto it, having to grip the metal collar so you didn’t slip off as the metal giant makes his way out of the building. Warm desert air hits your face as the two of you step out.
cba to finish this properly but heres what happens
Just sits outside with you and neither of you say anything
Eventually he speaks up and hes like “I value you no matter what you think of yourself. I am here for you, and you could never waste my time.” Something along those lines, yk
You start crying a little bit but he doesn’t mind whatsoever, knows you’ve probably been bottling your shit up for a while and needed this
After a while (like ‘a couple hours’ while) he asks if you’re ready to go back inside
“Yeah, I think so.” You still feel like shit but he at least helped you open up about it
Before you both head back in though you tell him to wait and you’re kinda just like. “Uh, thanks… I really needed that.”
“Any time.” With a little soft smile that only Optimus can give and you almost start crying again then and there because wow you’ve experienced this a lot less than you should
Can I ask for transformers bayverse Optimus, ironhide, and bumblebee meeting sam's little sibling?( 2-3 years younger) Haha I been thinking about this recently and I though It would be so cute, sam's sibling is just a cinnamon roll, they are just too pure for this world (It can be platonic or whatever you want)
Just the reader being a complete sweetheart. Thanks uwu.
hi!! tysm for sending a request, its super cute! i didn’t have a ton of motivation to write out full stories, but hopefully this is alright <3
wrote optimus and ironhide as platonic relationships (but it can be romantic if you squint) and im on a bee craze rn
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word count: 497
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Reader meets them because they walked out to see what the hell was going on in their yard. Unfortunately, Sam couldn’t do the same thing as he did with their parents.
Optimus:
Thinks you’re absolutely adorable
Loves taking you on pointless drives (especially when it’s on an open road)
Since he has the joy of being boss-bot it can be hard for him to make time for you, but he manages
You’re actually a huge stress reliever for him
Doesn’t like to burden you with most (if any) of his problems, but he lets you know that your company is enough for him
If he’s really pissed off he’ll rant to you about how immature some of his soldiers can be
Always willing to listen to you rant about whatever, it’s kind of amusing to him
Loves putting you on his shoulder whenever you hang out, or if he’s working because you’re too nice for him to send away
Ratchet lowkey got jealous at some point but got over himself pretty quick because why is he jealous of a human hes a mf giant robot
Ironhide:
Isn’t exactly impressed at first, thinks you’re weak, but for some reason the weapons specialist takes a liking and warms up to you
The other bots, specifically Hound and Crosshairs, tease him about hanging out with you and say he’s going soft
Both are simply told to piss off
He genuinely thinks you’re a good companion though
Post-mission stress? You’re his go-to
Like Optimus, he’ll rant about some of his more frustrating teammates to you (you play guess who sometimes, if he hasn’t already said their name)
Hanging out sometimes consists of him showing off his weapons as he cleans and fixes them up
May have gotten distracted once and almost shot you (you both decided it would be good to take a break from chatting while weapons were being handled)
Boasts about cool shit he’s done on missions
As he’s in the middle of telling you, one of the other bots call him out on exaggerating and that he did not, in fact, land that 180° hit on a con
Bumblebee:
This bot in ENAMOURED with you - thinks you’re literally the sweetest thing to ever exist
Like seriously, when he tells you he loves you he means it, you’re adorable
Loves physical affection, even if your sizes make it difficult sometimes
Particularly likes sunset drives while you jam out to music together
You buy him flowers and he loses his goddamn mind
Doesn’t mind PDA at all! But if you’re ever shy about it, he’s fine with reeling it back a bit
You’re probably one of the very few people who can calm him down after an argument (usually being another one with Crosshairs) because honestly, it’s a lot harder for him to be mad around you, especially if you’re talking to him
Sam complains about ‘Bee spending so much time with his sister when he’s supposed to be his guardian
hey!! just watched the bumblebee movie and heads up that i am 100% willing to write fics for it - especially charlie x reader since there are barely any lmao
also, i’ll get to the prompts in my askbox soon, dont worry! im currently trying to finish one up on my own thats almost done :))
