I'm Grey, or Cap ( @capring ). I go by any and all pronouns, and am auDHD. Thanks for checking out my blog! Here's some info if you're here to have a look around ^^
This is a silly, humble little blog that's here for me to play around with my many selfships. You don't have to worry about any nonsharing or doubles boundaries here, 'cause I don't mind any of that at all, but feel free to block me if my blog or interactions break any of your own boundaries :] (I block freely! Also; incestuous, darkshippers, and adultxminor shippers do not touch me). You can also talk or ask about ships and s/i's in my asks anytime (they're open for a reason!) And because I'm oriented aroace and queerplatonic in my attraction, I can promise you won't find much of anything NSFW or suggestive in here
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#shut up grey ā text posts by me
#yume yaps ā text posts about selfship
#grey scribbles ā art by me
#handiwork ā art by others
#meee ā stuff with my sonas and s/i's
#wingmanning ā stuff with others' yumes
#daydreams ā f/o imagines/ideas
With all that out of the wayāthanks for reading! Enjoy your stay <3
(Specific ship tags below)
ROMANTIC F/OS
#āļø vacant reminder of lines that we blurred ā Zane (ninjago series)
#āļø through the wires; through the heat ā Sun fnaf
#š at least the days are shorter now ā Moon fnaf
#š chase a feeling; lift the curse ā Eclipse fnaf
Would it be ok to suggest maybe IDW Thundercracker, Soundwave, or Skybound Optimus cheering up a reader whose pet passed? I know it's a bit silly but I've been coping with a loss by reading your fics, they've comforted me so much.
Sure. Everybody copes their own way and itās not silly at all
Iām not that familiar with Skybound, I havenāt read much of it, yet, so I went with IDW Optimus
Thundercracker
ā¢ āHey, now,ā he rumbles, startling you and heās frowning as you scrub at your eyes, but thereās no censure in his expression. Just worry. You donāt resist when the mass displaced mech sits beside you and pulls you into his lap, tucking your head under his chin. And you press your face against his neck, hating when you break down completely. āItās going to be okay.ā
ā¢ Spark aching as you shudder against him, curling your legs under yourself in his lap, he brushes his chin against the top of your head. And heās not really sure how to make this better, how to comfort you when no oneās ever comforted him. So he wraps his arms around you and holds you, rocking slightly. Hoping heās not making things worse because your pain hurts him so much.
Soundwave
ā¢ āIām okay,ā you lie through your teeth as his head tilts and the tip of a gentle servo slides under an eye to brush away tears. And your resolve completely shatters from that one gesture. Big hands cupping around you and lifting you. For a moment you think heās going to slide you into his cassette compartment like he usually does when youāre upset, but he cradles you against the warm mesh of his neck instead.
ā¢ Crooning softly like he would to his cassettes, his servos slide against your spine. Feels your heart beating, the warmth of you. Touching you, holding you close comforts him, but heās not sure if you crave his touch the same way, if it soothes you. And your sorrow sinks into him, quicksilver human emotions threatening to drown him.
Optimus
ā¢ Servos reaching to gently grip your upper arms, the mass displaced bot pulls you into his warm frame. A big hand cupping the back of your head as his other arm curls around you. Not telling you to get over it, but just letting you cry if you need to. Wrapping your arms around him, you feel his palm slide up and down your spine.
ā¢ Pressing a kiss against the top of your head, those hitching, pained sounds youāre making hurt him so much. But heās almost sure you need this, need to be able to grieve so he rocks you slowly. āIām here,ā he murmurs and brush your mouth against his neck, tears dampening his mesh.
Bonus: TFP Shockwave
ā¢ Throwing your hands over your head in self defense as he dumps something on top of you, your breath hitches realizing itās candy. Why? Hundreds of boxes of chocolates. Had he kicked down the wall of a Russell Stoverās? And heās pointing his cannon at you. āBe comforted,ā he growls, antenna back, the words more demand than request. Trying to follow the weird way his processor works, you scrub at your eyes with a fist. Where would he have gotten the idea that you need chocolate because youāre upset?
ā¢ āBeen reading Cosmo again?ā You ask, voice raspy and he nudges the little treat boxes closer. āA very knowledgeable Earth relationship manual,ā he says and you snort. Seeing you upset sends his processor into chaos and he hates it. Wants you to smile for him, but doesnāt really know how to help. And youāre still leaking as you gently push the treats out of your lap.
I'm late but maybe a valentine's scenario for first aid? Or any crumbs at all would be perfect too pretty please!!!!!!
Valentineās Oneshot- First Aid
First Aid x Reader
ā¢ āMiss me?ā Returning to his habsuite, he spots you huddled in your blankets just your face visible. Those pretty eyes watching him. Setting down his tray of energon goodies and that little box that heād gotten from that crook for an exorbitant amount of shanix, he nudges the box your way with a servo. āI have a surprise for you.ā Watches you stand and walk to him as he sits on the edge of his berth, little fingers fisting your blanket. And youāre just so cute, little face upturned before your attention drops to the box. Smiling, he pops an energon goodie into his mouth. āGo ahead. Thatās all yours.ā
ā¢ Sitting down near the box, you watch him select another of his little glowing snacks before you open the box and inhale. āWhereād you get this stuff?ā Cookies, granola bars, canned pasta, is that a candy bar? Chocolate? Not even hesitating, you snatch the candy bar and tear it open. Because this stuff isnāt those awful bars Pharma keeps giving him for you to eat. Real food. āChocolate. Oh, I missed chocolate.ā
ā¢ āI know a mech,ā he mumbles as you pretty much inhale the little brown bar like youāre starving. And he feels guilty watching you. Makes him feel like heās been neglecting you. Appetite failing him as you reach for another package and pull out a black and white disc to shove in your mouth. Eating quickly, urgently. He has been failing in taking care of you, hasnāt he? āIām so sorry.ā How long have you been going hungry and not saying anything? How has he not noticed? Heās been feeding you Pharmaās little bars formulated for your kind based on his scans. Maybe heās not been giving you enough to eat?
ā¢ Head lifting guiltily, you realize how it must look to him to watch you scarfing food like youāre starving. āYou didnāt do anything wrong. Really. Pharmaās nutrient bars are justā¦ā Disgusting? A form of particularly cruel and unusual torture? Something you wouldnāt wish on your worst enemy? āDifferent,ā you settle on with a weak smile. Itās on the tip of your tongue to ask if whoever heād gotten the food from also has a way to get you home, but asking that makes you feel guilty. You like First Aid and honestly, he acts so lonely it makes your heart ache. Always reaching for you, worrying over you.
ā¢ āI can get you more human food.ā Needs to, because watching you eat like you havenāt seen food in forever hurts him. āI mean, I will. Of course, I will.ā Sliding off the berth onto his knees, he hooks a servo against your back and rests his cheek on his arm. āYou know you just have to tell me if you need something.ā Tip of his servo sliding against your spine, he stills when you lay a hand on his servo. āAnything at all.ā Wants you to be happy. To take care of you.
Hey Revel, would it be okay to request an one shot fluff of Fort Max comforting reader after a really bad night?
Sure! Heās on my request list, just havenāt gotten to him yet
Fort Max Scenario- Nightmares
Fortress Maximus x Reader
ā¢ Again. Can hear you tossing and turning in your little nest. Spark constricting when you make a soft, pained sound. Hurting and this isnāt an enemy he can fend off. And itās almost every night now, your sleep haunted by something you refuse to share with him. Running a hand over his face, he slides off his berth and crosses the room. Youāre curled into a tight little ball, trembling and you gasp when he carefully picks you up blankets and all. āItās me. Max, remember?ā He soothes when you thrash in his grip, his voice making you settle even though he can still feel your heart racing against his servos.
ā¢ Shivering, you canāt look him in his red optics as he carries you back to his berth and lays down, settling you and your blankets on his chassis. āI woke you again.ā Embarrassed, you curl on your side so your back is to him, because you canāt meet those worried optics right now. āSorry.ā Can still feel the vestiges of the nightmare, the fear so visceral you canāt breathe even now. Wanting to curl up and just cry, but knowing that will upset him more. The urge only increasing when he cautiously runs a servo over your head. The big guy trying so hard to take care of you. To fix what was already broken.
ā¢ Uncomfortable with handling you, afraid you might think that he thinks youāre a pet, not a person, itās the only way either of you will get any rest. Any time you have those dreams, youāll just toss and whimper all night long unless he intervenes. āMy friend, Red, has trouble recharging,ā he murmurs. Red Alertās paranoia disturbs his recharge. He has no idea what bothers yours. You refuse to tell him. āTold me he has this little ambient noise loop going and it calms him right down.ā Tiredly telling you stories about Red Alert and rubbing his servo between your shoulder blades until your heart calms. Until you relax against him.
ā¢ āThank you,ā you mumble, cheek on your arm as you listen to his deep voice and the hum of his spark. Letting your big protector banish the fear. Because nothing can touch you while he has you, even if thereās guilt for accidentally waking him. For not being strong enough to lie to him that youāre fine. Not that he ever complains about you annoying him, just patiently dealing with your issues without prying. Without telling you that youāre the problem.
ā¢ āOf course.ā Rumbling softly to you when you yawn and close your eyes. Knows youāll sleep peacefully now. You always do. Hadnāt wanted to presume or pressure you, but maybe you should just sleep on him from now on if it calms you. Doubts youād ever ask him to let you, but you might feel better about it if he asks you. Besides, heās getting used to your warmth, the feel of your heartbeat and the sound of your breathing. āI have you.ā Misses them when you try to sleep alone. Getting to where he needs to be able to feel you there to rest just like you need him.
this right here is your ask to write a character you have wanted to write but havenāt gotten around to yet!!!
How about a shit-post scenario? I need more of the extra tiny Blokeesā¦ give me a teeny Star, Sounders, and Shocky
Mass Displacement Mayhem
Wheeljack x Reader
ā¢ Sitting crosslegged and sorting odds and ends into piles for Wheeljack, your head snaps up at the āoops.ā Eyes widening when he lunges for you, a hand outstretched and doesnāt quite make it. Whatever he was working on blowing up. Throwing your arms over your head as Wheeljack slams into the counter youāre on and curls himself over you, you hear shrapnel pinging off his back. And the blast of energy released knocks you flat as Wheeljack makes a funny noise. Then mass shifts, his optics widening as he scrambles to climb up with you. Hooking your arms around him, you pull and fall backwards with him sprawled on you. But when you lift your head, your mouth just falls open.
ā¢ āOw,ā he groans, before panicking that maybe heās crushing you and trying to get up. Only to look up at you. āOh.ā Because youāre bigger than him somehow. Heād mass displaced past his limit and heās about knee high on you now. Flexing his servos as he sits up, his vocal indicators flash pink when you touch them. āThat wasnāt supposed to do that.ā
ā¢ Heās toddler sized. Still Jackie, but so little. And you know darn well heās an adult bot, but you still grin like an idiot and examine his little hands. Because heās so adorable this size. When he doesnāt protest, you drag him into your lap, hooking your arms around him like a teddy bear. āI didnāt know you could go this small.ā
ā¢ āI canāt.ā Vocal indicators fully red now as you wrap yourself around him fussing over how tiny he is- and why are you talking to him like that? Voice cooing like heās a sparkling. āI uh, really need to mass shift back?ā That earns him an unhappy sounding āawwā and he grimaces. āI guess i donāt have to right this second,ā he mutters, venting when you hug him even tighter. Because being cuddled definitely isnāt awful. Hears you murmur heās ātoddler sizedā and has no idea what that means, but at least youāre happy? And as far as explosions go, this one wasnāt that bad, really. Comm pinging, he acknowledges it and hears Ratchetās furious voice yell at him. āWhat the Pit did you do? I know this was somehow you!ā Oops. Maybe it was isolated and not that- optics shuttering as pings start coming in from all over the Ark.
ā¢ Making a noise, Wheeljack just slumps, face pressed against you as his hands fist in your shirt. āI did it to everyone,ā he groans as you bite back a laugh knowing he wonāt appreciate it. But heās so cute this way. It canāt be all that bad, they can just mass shift back, right?
Can we compliment Trailbreaker and bluestreak next? I think they could both use a pick me up.
Sure!
Scenario-appreciation
Trailbreaker
ā¢ Head turning with your toothbrush in your mouth, you lift a hand in greeting. And heās reaching out his cupped hands into your little bath area to lift you out, pressing his face against you even though youāve got a mouthful of toothpaste. āMnnnf?ā Is the best you can manage. Reaching out to touch his helm, you feel him vent against you before he reluctantly puts you back so you can spit and rinse your mouth, putting your toothbrush back in its cup. āI can do stuff besides forcefields,ā he mutters and you sigh. This again?
ā¢ āI know you can, hun,ā you say and he sits down hard on his berth. Hears your bare feet padding as you use your little walkway to get to his berth and join him, sitting crosslegged beside him. āYouāre funny and kind. Try so hard to look out for everyone. And those magnawheels kick ass,ā you add, tone serious and he laughs despite himself, mass shifting and leaning to lay his head in your lap. His annoyance easing as you run your soft hands over him. At least you appreciate him.
Bluestreak
ā¢ āWould you shut up already?ā Sunstreaker snaps and youāre on your feet and striding across the rec room table before he can stop you. Hears Sunnyās belligerent āWhatā right before youāre yanking off a shoe and nailing him in the face with it. Pointing fearlessly at the much bigger mech to his horror. āTell him to shut up again and Iāll fucking cut you,ā you growl, extending both middle fingers. And his anxiety is through the roof, but heās so happy you care enough to stand up for him. Even if it terrifies him that Sunny might retaliate.
ā¢ Smirking as Sunstreakerās human starts telling him off and Cliffjumperās chimes in, you waggle your fingers at him when the big, yellow bot shoves up from the table to make all of you stumble before stalking off. Arms crossing over your chest, you turn and arch your brows at his twin. āYou were saying, Blue?ā Sideswipe asks, glancing at you. Smart bot. Returning to Bluestreak, he flips his hand on its side and you drape yourself against his palm. Nobodyās telling your sweet bot to stop talking while youāre around.
I was rereading Gravity because it was one of my inspirations for the song I ended up writing about Optimus and I just realized I accidentally made it a waltz.
I wanted to share a bit of it because your fics have been helping me emotionally so much šš«¶
This is so cool! Iām glad youāve been feeling creative š
Gravity- one shot Waltz
Optimus x Reader
ā¢ āDo Cybertronians dance?ā Lifting his head from a report at your question, he watches you move around his desk. Dancing by yourself when heād give anything to dance with you. Would you let him? Or would that be another line you draw and refuse to let him cross. Afraid of letting him get too close. And not even realizing that for him, itās too late. Loves your attitude, those quick, mischievous smiles and the sound of your laughter. āBesides the horizontal tango, I mean,ā you add, laughing when he frowns slightly.
ā¢ That one went right over his handsome head. Most of what you say probably does, but heās good enough to just look slightly puzzled and to go with it. āWe dance.ā Motions faltering, you stare up at him. Really? āShow me,ā you demand, aware that you sound like a little kid, but this you need to see. āShow you?ā He repeats. And maybe you want to dance with him. A real dance not just grinding on a stranger, the air thick with cigarettes and your skin itchy with glitter.
ā¢ Thereās a challenge in those eyes of yours as he sets his datapad aside and presses him palms against the desk. Vaulting up and mass shifting, stumbling a bit before he finds his balance. And your eyes drift up and down him as he holds out a hand in invitation. Your little hands so soft as he curls his servos around it and sweeps you up against his frame. Aware of how inexperienced he is with this. That while Senator Shockwave had invited him to parties, heād rarely attended and then only so the other mech could pretend to be occupied talking business with him to avoid being pulled into a dance. Theyāre all sharkticons, the Senator had whispered once a bit too loud, lips curling into an almost smile. That memory fills him with an unexpected melancholy as he tries to remember the dances heād seen. Trying to remember the steps. Not what theyād done to the Senator for daring to question them.
ā¢ For a moment, thereās something in his expression. Almost pain and he takes an uncertain step, resting a hand against the small of your back. Itās a waltz, you realize. Or something close. Following his slow, uncertain lead, thereās a vulnerability in his hesitant movements. Resting your cheek against his chassis, his palm slides up your spine, servos splayed. You can hear his spark thrumming, those little noises his internal systems make. Familiar sounds. āThank you for not laughing,ā he says, venting to stir your hair. āI know Iām bad at this.ā
ā¢ Palm shifting against your spine, he chases the steady beat of your heart and the feel of you breathing. Needs those things or he canāt recharge anymore. Needs the feel of you. āYouāre really not,ā you reply, your free hand on his chassis and tucking his chin to see you, your eyes are closed. Relaxed in his arms as you let him guide you. Those words you donāt want to hear on the tip of his glossa. Wanting to say them anyway even if you get angry with him. To tell you he loves you, but he swallows them down again, spark aching. Taking what little of you that you allow him to have and being thankful for it.
Oh my God, I took my dog to the groomer and she came back looking awful! Sheās so ugly right now, she looks like an ugly little duckling š
Could I request a scenario where the reader gets a ridiculous haircut, and their bot has to comfort them and act like itās no big deal (but deep down, he canāt even look at them without laughing)
Oh, no. Poor thing!
Haircut
Bluestreak
ā¢ āDonāt freak out.ā Inhaling slowly, because those arenāt the words you want to hear when you entrust your big alien bestie with a pair of scissors and ask him to try to help you out. Just wanted a couple inches off to get rid of the dead ends since you live in alien lockdown. And when you turn, he wonāt meet your eyes, door wings dropping and flattening against his back. Looking down, your jaw clenches. Because thatās a lot. āIām so sorry, I didnāt know what an inch was and I was scared Iād do it wrong and my hand started shaking-ā Reaching out for the scissors makes his babbling taper off.
ā¢ āItās fine,ā you say, smiling though itās not exactly a nice smile. āYou did your best and itās fine. Itāll grow back. Nothing to worry-ā Eyes closing as a shadow falls over the rec room table and Sideswipe starts cackling as he lets his human slide out of his hands onto the surface. And theyāre biting their lip, looking like theyāre struggling not to laugh, too. āOh, hun. No,ā they say, reaching for the scissors and making you turn around. āI think I can fix it, but how do you feel about bobs?ā
ā¢ āGreat,ā you manage, before forcing yourself to smile for Blue because he looks like heās about to start bawling and you really donāt want to find out if giant robots can cry. āHey, itās fine. Donāt worry about it,ā you say, reaching out to touch his hand and he just lunges at you, arms wrapping around you as he hits his knees. And you lay a palm on his helm when he hides his face against your belly babbling apologies. Before lifting your other arm and extending a middle finger to Sideswipe.
ā¢ Clinging to you as the other human fixes his screw up, he canāt make himself meet your eyes. Why arenāt you yelling at him? Youāre very obviously unhappy with him, so why not take it out on him like everyone else does? The fact that you wonāt somehow just making it so much worse. Youāre allowed to be angry with him, to tell him when he does something wrong. So why wonāt you?
ā¢ Rubbing the top of his helm and gently trying to keep him from accidentally gouging you with his chevron, you close your eyes listening to the steady snip snip snip. Itās just hair. Itāll grow back. Even if you kind of want to cry. Blowing out a shaky breath, you fix your anger on Sideswipe. Whoās still laughing. It might be worth sacrificing a shoe to bean the jerk.
I was going to dm you but Iām shy, so Iāll just ask here- Iāve been refreshing the ātransformers x reader tagā since last night, and nothing new is appearing even tho you and other writers I follow have posted stuff under the tag??? this is so weird-
I just tested it and same. I canāt see new stuff under the tag either, so Iām guessing itās a Tumblr issue.
Oh, pretty sure theyād hate it. The sound reminding them how fragile human bones are.
Weird Human Stuff Headcanons Pt 2
Various Transformers x Reader scenarios
TFP Ratchet
ā¢ Stiffening as you shift your weight and your knee pops, his denta grind. Because heād made the mistake of flinching the first time youād absently done it and you apparently delight in making him uncomfortable. Those little pops unsettling, because he knows how little your bones are, how fragile. āIāve told you thatās bad for you.ā Looking at you, he watches you smile up at him. And shift to pop the other knee. Primus, give him strength. āDonāt come crying to me when your joints hurt later.ā
Waspinator
ā¢ Legs pinned under your clingy, giant alien wasp you fidget with your hands and absently crack your knuckles. And his head comes up, optics wide and antenna back. āDonāt,ā he hisses, wings buzzing slightly. Staring at him in speculation, you deliberately crack your knuckles again and he flinches back. Wait. Wait, that freaks him out? Popping your thumb to confirm it and watching him recoil. A wicked part of you canāt help but grin. āPlease,ā he whines, ruining your fun at his expense, because tormenting him is like kicking a puppy. As tempting as it is to use this new knowledge to drive him off to get some space, you know you wonāt no matter how annoying he can be.
TFA Starscream
ā¢ Freezing when you pop your knuckles, he stares as the mini-con nearest you flinches away with a startled chirp. āDid you just break your own hands?ā Growling in incredulous horror, he hooks a servo around your waist to tug you closer and then to touch your tiny hand, trying to examine it. āWhy would you do-ā Anger faltering when you wiggle your fingers at him, looking sheepish. Some strange human thing? āDonāt do that again.ā Because for a moment, his spark had constricted painfully with alarm that you were not only hurt, but that youād hurt yourself on his watch.
Metroplex
ā¢ āStop,ā he growls, voice pleading as he catches your hands in his droneās and separating them, he vents as you just smile up at him in amusement. Like harming yourself is no big deal when heād heard those tiny bones crack and it hurts him. āDonāt ever do that again. Please. Iām here.ā And you just look puzzled, not even trying to pull free as he feathers his servos over your hands, looking for damage. Finding none, he tugs you closer, resting the droneās chin on to of your head, but not releasing your hands. Understands being frustrated or lonely, but heās here and he canāt allow you to hurt yourself.
The speed in which you crank out fics is concerning. Like, I appreciate it WHOLLY, but are you good? R u ok?
Rest is overrated, I run on stress and coffee. Yes, Iām good. I can write short form like this pretty quickly if Iām not at work or busy.
Humans Are Weird/Cute Headcanons
Humans elicit one of two reactions in Cybertronians. Itās not like they havenāt seen organic life before, but the fact that we look vaguely like most Cybertronians in form? Our faces, our body shapes, two legs and two arms just like them? It either creates an unconscious association that we look like tiny, organic Cybertronians or that the similarities are just unsettling. Compounding it is the way we move, the gestures we use that are so eerily like their own. To make it worse, weāre just so helpless compared to them. Fragile. Thereās a tendency to react to us like we would a newborn kitten. And for that protectiveness to eventually slide into possessiveness.
TFP Knockout
ā¢ Primus. The first time he saw you in full racing leathers, boots, gloves, and that helmet, he just stopped short in surprise. Thinks of the rare times heād seen minicons and how you look like one instead of just another squishy, little human. And while heād initially just been invested in figuring out how an inferior, little human beat him in a race, it doesnāt take long for him to start looking forward to those almost nightly meetings. It becomes less about winning and more about the bull session between you two after. Enjoying when you stand up to him, argue with him, even though you must realize he could hurt you so easily if he wanted to.
IDW Bumblebee
ā¢ Itās honestly such a pleasant surprise how tactile humans are. You seem to have no sense of personal space and he loves it, because itās less lonely when youāre near. You donāt mind being picked up and carried, your little frame so warm in his hands or cradled against him. Always so curious, your little hands exploring his servos, while you smile to yourself. Then holding out your own hands so he can carefully manipulate them with a single servo. Itās like a game between you, showing off your little, blunt teeth so he will bare his denta for you as you sit on his thigh.
IDW Bluestreak
ā¢ Knows he can be a bit annoying to some bots, but you never seem bothered by his chatter. Actually asking him questions, interacting and it means so much to him when you stretch out against him, laying a cheek on him to listen to the sound of his voice rumbling through you. Liking it when he talks, wanting to be near him. The big surprise, though? How protective you are of him, not even thinking twice about throwing a shoe at Sunny for making a rude comment aimed at him, your little face red as you snarl at the much bigger bot, whoās too shocked at the outburst to respond.
IDW Starscream
ā¢ Having so little to call his own, heās extremely possessive of you. It doesnāt hurt that youāre always happy to see him, greeting him when he returns from patrol, fussing over his injuries like youāre trying to take care of him. No conniving or plotting in you and no ulterior motives for seeking out his company. Aside from leeching body heat, and he hardly minds that, enjoys the feel of you sprawled against him, the peaceful silence.
TFP Soundwave
ā¢ Even though he initially took you because of the effect your strange organic thoughts have on him to try and understand why he canāt shut you out, itās impossible to stay impartial. Every day he tries to inoculate himself against your thoughts, strengthening that connection through touch. And when you start reaching for him in return itās a surprise. Eventually you sing for him not because he asked you to in an effort to distract you and focus your thoughts on something so theyāre less painful to him, but because you want to. Because you think it makes him happy and it does.
ES Megatron
ā¢ Heād never paid much attention to humans until heād met Dorothy, heād fought alongside her and suddenly humanity wasnāt just something vaguely annoying getting in his way, under ped. Itās harder to not care after getting to know humans. Harder to not be overprotective about you after making it his mission to look after you. And maybe heās a bit overzealous about it, because youāre not Dorothy. She can stand on her own and take care of herself, but you? You need him.
IDW Optimus
ā¢ Heās so used to being bigger than most Autobots. Of being looked up to, but youāre even tinier than they are. Small enough to carry in one hand even though heās awkward about asking you to let him carry you at first. But after the spark twisting anxiety of watching you walking where bigger Cybertronians are walking? Seeing it not even occur to you that you might get stepped on? He insists on carrying you for your own safety, though, truth be told, he enjoys the feel of you in his servos, that little bemused smile you aim at him.
IDW Thundercracker
ā¢ He feels guilty sometimes about taking you, but itās for the best even if youāre upset now. Heās seen enough movies to know how to coax you, win you over. He became obsessed with human love stories, the drama and romance. And he wants that for himself. Needs it. So he tries different tactics, little gifts and acts meant to convince you to love him. Itās so easy in the movies.
TFP Megatron
ā¢ The game you two play has become something of a guilty pleasure of his. Watching you pretend. Pushing you to see how far youāll allow before you snap at him. Pretending you arenāt scared of him, though heās seen the fear in your eyes once or twice and while it had amused him at first, he prefers you snarling back at him, all attitude. Your fear twists unpleasantly through him, but that angry defiance? So lovely.
IDW Soundwave
ā¢ He never meant to get so attached to you after heād found you in Starscreamās quarters that day. Youāre just so small and youād looked at him in fear, your wild emotions almost crippling him since he couldnāt shut it out. Even after you calmed, days later, he finds himself reaching out a thought. Finding you and monitoring you from a distance. Again and again until heād finally had to check on you in person again. After all, what did Starscream really know about caring for anyone, let alone a human. And that hesitant, little smile had warmed him when youād looked up at him.
IDW Jazz
ā¢ The fact that you can see through his lies and will call him out on it? Itās a surprise and a relief. Letting down his defenses, letting you in takes time. Heās worn that smiling, carefree mask for so long. But he slowly lets it fall away when itās just the two of you, feeling the absence of that weight heād carried for so long. Getting to know who he is under the facade.
IDW Prowl
ā¢ Has to protect you since you donāt seem to understand just how small and delicate you are. Standing up to him and any other bot with zero fear. Something about that reckless anger calls to him. Around the other Autobots, he has to be the one in control, the one with a plan no matter what. Never allowed to falter or hesitate. You spark his own temper, making it easier to drop the act. Be frustrated or angry when itās just you two. Be real.
Pretty much how I write and overthink their personalities, actions, and motives. Soundwave, Starscream, Megatron, Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Jazz.
Starscream
ā¢ Canāt stop self sabotaging. As much as he hates Megatron, heās his own worst enemy. Fueled by self-loathing, ambition, and spite. If every good thing is just going to be taken away, he might as well destroy it himself and take some petty satisfaction in watching it burn.
ā¢ You, though? He wants to protect this feeling you kindle in him. Even if he doesnāt truly trust that itās real, he wants to pretend it is. Needs you to play along with him. Fiercely possessive because youāre his.
Megatron
ā¢ Exhausted all the time. With all thatās been lost, he canāt just stop at this point. Thereās no peaceful end even if he almost wishes there was. The Decepticons look to him, believe that heāll bring them home. To a better world. That guilt and responsibility fuels his hatred, keeping it going. If he fails, itās all for nothing.
ā¢ Theyāre always watching. Looking for weakness to exploit. Thereās always machinations among his officers, plots and schemes. You have no ulterior motives beyond survival and he can respect that. Even so, youāre willing to meet his optics even though you know who he is and what heās capable of. Brave, foolish little thing.
Wheeljack
ā¢ Absentmindedly creating problems in the name of science. Is genuinely surprised when something blows right up in his face no matter how many times it happens. Forgets to refuel and recharge until someone says something or he just crashes. Generally avoided by everyone because of how often his experiments spectacularly fail.
ā¢ Even if heās engrossed in an experiment, if youāre around, his attention is divided. You crash a lot faster than he does and guilt prompts him to take a break, because you definitely donāt look comfortable cheek propped up on a hand, sound asleep. Heās awful at taking care of himself, but surprisingly attentive toward you. Constantly worried because youāre just so fragile compared to Cybertronians.
Jazz
ā¢ Smiling through the stress. Seriously, heās on a knifeās edge of anxiety all the time even as he plays it off. Everythingās a joke. Everythingās fine. Even if he wants to just scream, he keeps that easy going smile in place. Itās his armor and he needs it to convince himself as much as everyone else.
ā¢ Somehow you see right through him. You can lay a tiny hand on his plating and he just unravels. And you donāt expect him to just keep smiling through the pain. He doesnāt have to keep the act up, he can vent to you, bleed all the anger and frustration out instead of pretending it away. And he needs this more than you know.
Ratchet
ā¢ Gruff and caustic, that angry exasperation is all defense, pushing others away with sarcasm. No matter how quickly he works after a battle, the wounded just keep coming. Sometimes heās not fast enough. A spark gutters out while his hands are wrist deep in another patient. Heās not enough. If he loses someone, itās his fault. His burden and his blame to the point where sometimes his servos just wonāt stop trembling.
ā¢ Somehow you understand that if you try to comfort him, heāll fall apart. Thereāll be time to grieve later, but right now the two of you work to save who you can, your little hands able to reach things he canāt. You donāt complain, just do whatās necessary. Later, heāll cup you to his chassis, silent as you break.
Soundwave
ā¢ The worst part of being able to hear otherās thoughts? They never stop. Itās a constant sensory barrage threatening to overwhelm him unless he makes a conscious effort of block them out, so heās always on guard. Can never relax or that tide of voices crashes over him. Finding out he canāt even block out human thoughts is a shock. Youāre there in the back of his processor all the time.
ā¢ Itās why he needs you to sing for him. Doesnāt matter what it is, he just needs that one thing to focus on so everything else fades into background noise. The more you lose yourself in the song, the more he can relax, because you relax. Your thoughts calm.
I bought this lovely keychain explicitly for my Soundwave themed Jeep at TFCon Orlando and promptly forgot all about it until now. Whoops.
Touch-Starved Headcanons
Megatron x Reader, Wheeljack x Reader, Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, and others. I just like the idea of big mechs coming undone at a little comfort.
Starscream
ā¢ Almost always the one to initiate it. Just absently scooping you up while grousing about his day and slowly feeling his tension ebb as he sits with you. And you in turn, relax into the feel of his warm hands and the gentle slide of a servo between your shoulder blades as you sleepily ask questions because you know he likes it. Heāll never admit how much he enjoys these moments, they soothe a need he canāt quite pin down. Youāre not plotting against him. Not a threat. Just you and he needs this more than you know.
Megatron
ā¢ Itās been a long time since heās let his guard down. Mostly because he knows the loyalty of his followers is a tenuous, uneasy thing. They might cheer his name to his face, but they scheme behind his back. And he canāt allow himself to really make friends with any of them. Any weakness will just be exploited. Used to hurt and betray him. You arenāt Cybertronian, though. Heās almost sure Soundwave deliberately leaves you with him, because the other mech knows how much he needs it. Slumping on his throne in those quiet moments when no prying optics are about, he cradles you against his chassis. Sometimes he tells you about Cybertron before the war, but usually he just idly holds you, his spark softening.
Wheeljack
ā¢ So busy. This mech forgets to refuel and recharge when heās working on a new project, obsession consuming him. And heās always working on something. It takes a bit for you to notice the pattern and realize the big guy isnāt taking care of himself. And thatās not happening. You walk across his desk to put yourself between him and whatever heās working on, head tipped up as his vocal indicator panels flash at you in question. He might not remember himself, but a gentle request to share a meal is never refused. He carefully offers his hand and carries you to find an energon cube and something for you. Recharge is the same, a soft complaint that youāre cold and a light touch on his servos and sure, heās picking you up to hold because he knows you like sprawling on him, soaking in his warmth. With how explosive his projects sometimes are, most Autobots avoid him. That you want to be around him? Understand that heās lonely and needs this without making him ask? It means everything to him.
Soundwave
ā¢ What with his cassettes and his abilities, heās never truly alone. Lonely, though? He drifts through the base, the voices of other Decepticons whispering in the back of his processor. There, but distant. But not you. He finds himself gravitating to wherever you are, the strange, chaos of your mind so fascinating. You calm whenever he picks you up, those snarled worries and fears soothed away with a touch of his servos. And his own tension drains away in turn. You give him one voice to anchor to when heās adrift and in danger of slipping under.
Jazz
ā¢ No matter how stressed he is, he keeps that smile in place. Itās part of the mask he wears as a spy-nothing can touch him or put a dent in that perpetual good mood. Even if underneath the surface, heās so tired of pretending. That exhaustion is always there, trying to drag him under. He canāt let that mask slip, not even around the other Autobots. They need him to be the easy, going spot of sun for the team. With you? His door wings can droop as he toys with your hair or feels your little hands cautiously exploring his much bigger servos. He doesnāt have to pretend that everything is alright. And he needs that so much his spark hurts.
Ratchet
Not much better than Wheeljack about remembering to care for himself. Heās too busy. And while he pushes himself past exhaustion, heās more likely to take breaks if youāre about. He has no idea how long heās been in surgery, hands a blur, but as he washes the energon off, he sees you. On the counter, back against the wall sound asleep. And then heās picking you up, venting when you curl into him with a sleepy sound, smiling as he fusses at you. Humans need sleep. And have you eaten? Heās one to talk, but youāve invoked caretaker mode now. You protest without any real heat and press your face against his palm and he just freezes before carrying you to his quarters to rest. Because you need him and he doesnāt want to put you back down on that cold counter as you cling to his servos. He canāt.
IDW Megatron x Reader, IDW Starscream x Reader, IDW Wheeljack x Reader, yeah, Iām not listing them all, but just how each mech handles/carries a human.
Starscream
ā¢ Carries you cradled against his chassis, servos curled partially around you. Tucks you inside his canopy if there are any other mechs about to hide you. Heās not exactly ashamed of you, more worried about you getting hurt to spite him. With how many enemies heās made, he fully expects treachery. When he does allow you to ride on his shoulder, one big hand is always up, not touching you, but ready to grab you. Itās easy enough to tell heās not the happiest with you perched there despite your insistence on being able to see. His wings stay aggressively up the whole time until you take pity on him to climb into his hand.
Thundercracker
ā¢ Doesnāt just grab you and itās honestly adorable as he kneels and offers a huge hand to try and coax you to him like you might a stray dog. Youāre pretty sure in his alien mind, you are a stray dog, but the novelty of not just being grabbed makes that realization more amusing than insulting. And his expression when you do willingly come to him to be picked up is too cute. Heās not above bribing you to him with little odds and ends he finds, including food of dubious origin.
Megatron
ā¢ Cages you carefully between his hands like a fragile moth he wants to inspect without hurting. For such a huge mech, heās shockingly gentle with you. A lot of it is guilt, that dark tide constantly threatening to pull him under. Finds your presence soothing, but because of that same guilt, will pass you off to another caretaker given a chance. Canāt trust himself to not accidentally break you. He feels he definitely shouldnāt be entrusted with fragile things when all heās good at is destruction. But he does love those quiet moments of contact, deserving of them or not.
Ratchet
ā¢ Picks you up to almost absentmindedly move you from getting under ped or if youāre just in his way while heās working. Heās careful about how he handles you, but uncomfortable with just holding you like a favorite pet. Gets the award for being painfully awkward when he does have to carry you, because heās sure you donāt enjoy being carried like a sparkling. Heās sure you resent it even if you never say a word. You donāt mind when itās him picking you up. Those clever hands are so gentle with you and the longer he has to carry you, the more uncomfortable and gruff he gets.
Skywarp
ā¢ Absolute menace. Carries you like a toddler with their first kitten. One hand too tight around your middle as you hang upside down, because why carry you right side up when you change colors upside down? The more you struggle and swear, the funnier he finds it. Plus, heās learning so many new, fun words and phrases to use. Most likely to accidentally, on purpose, drop you.
Whirl
ā¢ Not a lot better. He seizes you around the middle with one claw and carries you hanging awkwardly face down, arms and legs dangling and your hair in your face. Sometimes swings his arms, because your miserable groaning and complaints are too funny. Wonāt hurt you intentionally despite acting like a jerk. Actually pretty protective of you and by his twisted logic, no one else is allowed to mess with you. Only him.
Wheeljack
ā¢ Doesnāt really carry you around unless there are other bots about. Honestly, isnāt sure how you feel about being picked up, but youāre so tiny compared to them and he gets anxious whenever he sees you walking in a hall with other Autobots. It doesnāt matter that he knows youāre in no danger. Those times, he makes a line straight for you, scooping you into his servos for your own safety. Half the time, he scares you silly because you hear running, heavy peds behind you, then youāre being grabbed. He means well and you appreciate how much he worries, but, really, youāre fine. The others see you. No one is going to step on you.
Soundwave
ā¢ Has a fondness for small things and even though youāre hardly one of his cassettes, will pick you up place you in his chest compartment if he finds you wandering about unsupervised. Being nabbed and dropped into the dark absolutely terrifies you at first, but you can see a dim glow in front of you and hear the hum of the big mechās inner workings around you. Itās a surprise to both of you when you manage to fall asleep inside him. That cements it for him, he adopts you.
Bonus: Soundwaveās cassettes
ā¢ Frenzy seizes you around the middle under your arms and carries you around like a younger sibling, your toes dragging as you squirm to get away. Rumble would rather grab you by a leg and drag you kicking and protesting behind him just to see how long he can get away with it before Soundwave intervenes. As protective as the huge mech is, heās surprisingly tolerant of his cassetteās mischief. Youāre not being physically hurt? Heās allowing it. Cassetticons squabble- itās how you set your boundaries. More than once, Lazerbeak has dive-bombed you, claws snagging the back of your shirt so he can lift you a foot or so up off the ground, because your terrified yelp sliding into angry swearing is too funny to him. May have dropped you once when your shirt just tears in his claws. Ravage prefers to nudge you along in the direction he wants you to go, but isnāt above carefully gripping your arm in his jaws to firmly tug you along if youāre resisting. Oddly enough, you grow resigned to your āolder siblingsā fast enough. You donāt really have a choice.
Heyo Iām so stupidly excited someone writes for the rescuebots. Do you have any headcanons of the four main bots being smitten with a human s/o? Just before dating, like their inner thoughts and acts to try and make it subtle or get it across?(you can ignore this if you wish, I love your writing either way!)
Oh So Smitten
Chase:
Chase is soft for you, but it can be hard to see sometimes. He doesn't act too different around you, but there's an obvious need to be around you that he carries whenever you're near. He lingers near you, minding his business but ready to be your helper should there be anything you need. And if that thing is just a conversation? He has many conversation starters saved up for such an occasion.
It needs to be said that while Chase doesn't act too different around you, he does act different around others. Both his team and Charlie have to hear about you near constantly. Chase has a lot memorized, trying his best to parse through his own feelings and what your own might be. He also wants to try and woo you, if possible, so he discusses his plans at length with his other, taking them as serious as a rescue.
Heatwave gets sick of it quick, but Boulder and Blades find it romantic enough that they do their best to keep up with Chase's intricate plans to show himself as a good partner for you. They even offer their own ideas for gifts to give you, but be careful. Chase cannot cook. He can, however, suss out the perfect gift based on everything you have ever said. Just don't be too put off by what he says as he gives them to you; he's still practicing with Blades on making his compliments more flattering instead of sounding like he's studying you like a bug.
Heatwave:
Heatwave is smitten, but you would never know. If you never hung out around him, that is. Heatwave likes to think he's got a good lid on his innermost emotions, but it's not hard to see how he relaxes whenever you're around. His voice softens, his posture slouches, and he smiles far more than he does whenever you're away. It's easy to notice, if you know what you're looking for. Everyone else has noticed, at least.
Given Heatwave's tendency to be, well, grumpy, it's easy to tease him about his crush. And tease his team does. Boulder coos and swoons over how in love with you Heatwave is, while Blades talks on about spring weddings and saying yes to dresses. Chase is more practical, showing off his relationship and dating self help books, trying to get Heatwave to do what they suggest. Heatwave doesn't, instead shouting at his fellow bots until they scurry off snickering.
What they don't see is his own plans, written down on a datapad he keeps on hand constantly. They're not very extensive or detailed, just small notes on things you like or activities you'd might enjoy. Heatwave is confident enough in himself to be okay without every detail being written down, and he knows you'll have fun together, whatever happens.
Boulder:
Boulder is the most laid back of all the other bots, and thus he's the only one that is really hard to guess where his feelings lie with you. He's adoring and sweet to everyone, always interested and curious of humanity. It takes the family and even the other Rescue Bots a while to realize his interest in you is more than just platonic, and that's only after they discover carefully drawn sketches of your profile surrounded by hearts in his habisuite.
Any teasing is to no avail, for Boulder isn't ashamed of his feelings. He understands that they're as natural as can be, and you're lovely, so why would he be ashamed? Teasing thus turns into encouragement to confess, and it's there where Boulder hesitates. While he's assured of his own feelings, yours are less known, and it's not confirmed you'd date a bot, much less him. Luckily, his team is nosy helpful, and figure out that you wouldn't mind a big, strong, handsome bot as a partner
With more confidence in his chances with you, Boulder steps up his game. He brings you flowers and drawings of the natural wildlife around the island, which eventually evolves into those sketches of you being shyly passed along whenever you're hanging out alone together. He compliments you too, so sweet that it makes you blush, which he wants to capture on canvas one day. If you're agreeable.
Blades:
Blades is the most obvious about his crush, which surprises no one. He's bashful and chatty at the same time, wanting to talk to you about everything, but also so shy that his face plate seems permanently stained blue. His rotors flutter a lot too, sometimes taking his pedes right off the ground when you make him flustered or excited. It's extremely obvious, but also extremely cute, so you don't mind.
It's easy to tease Blades about his crush, since he frantically denies it like you can hear him from across the island. Still, since he's a little hopeless and a little too reliant on movie tropes, the team does their best to help him along. And that goes about as well as you would expect, so not very well. While everything seems to fall apart, their attempts at nonchalant dates are nonetheless very fun for you, especially when they end with you in Blades' arms as he flees some danger.
Movie nights are a must, but also a way for you to add you own romantic opinions for Blades to hear. He points out courting rituals to you, eager to hear your ideas, and keeps them in mind as he grows more determined to woo you. Each date he tries to casually spring on you gets better and better, until you're both practically dating without anyone even saying anything.
Hereās a video of the clicking sounds I can make (I can make a few variations of it but I didnāt want to make the video too long XD) please donāt judge me
My bird chirps didnāt sound good but maybe Iāll do another video of it later-
Oh goodness- Iād be such a menace at work if I could do that xD I can mostly just make mrrs
Soft AU- Noises Pt 2
Red Alert x Reader
ā¢ Booted feet dragging, you fidget with the cardboard sign Ironhide had hung around your neck as punishment. Since itās in their weird glyphs, you have no idea what it says, but youāre guessing it says something rude about you since every mech whoās seen it has started laughing. A few stopping you to take pictures with their datapads. While laughing. Walking up to the habsuite, you knock on the massive door instead of just opening the human-sized access door and letting yourself in. Figure thereās a good chance heās not going to want to see you, much less talk to you.
ā¢ Opening his door, he looks around before looking down. And your shoulders hunch. āIāll absolutely get it if you want nothing to do with me, but Rung explained what a scraplet actually does to you guys and I wanted to apologize,ā you say as he stares at the sign around your neck, trying to figure out whose handwriting that is. āIām an idiot and Iām sorry. I wonāt listen to Sideswipe anymore.ā Why is he not even surprised that it was that particular mech that taught you the sound? It had taken joors to get his hands to stop shaking, to calm down. To stop straining for the scrabbling of sharp claws.
ā¢ Heās just staring at you in silence and your shoulders hunch. For as tightly wound as the mech is, you kind of like him. Like how calm his voice is when heās explaining something heās comfortable with. That he actually takes the time to explain things instead of getting exasperated with you for not just knowing. āIf Iād have known they ate you guys alive, I wouldnāt have done it,ā you add, aware of how insufficient the words are. But how were you supposed to know that scraplets were tiny, swarms of predators that overwhelm Cybertronians and eat them from the inside out. And youād targeted the bot perpetually on the verge of a nervous breakdown with your prank.
ā¢ Watching you fidget uncomfortably when he doesnāt respond, heās starting to get uncomfortable, too. āIt was childish and immature. And I really regret it, but if you donāt want me for your caretaker anymore, Iāll understand,ā you add and he shakily clears his vents. āUm, centipedes. And not just the big ones. I think maybe itās the legs, but theyāve always freaked me out. So if you want revenge, centipedes will do it.ā
ā¢ Youāre babbling and you canāt seem to stop. Probably making things worse. Why wonāt he say anything? Cringing as he just stares at you, youāre nervously fidgeting with the sign. āThat says āI think itās funny to make demonic noises and frighten people,āā he says and you sputter out a laugh. āWait, itās a dog shaming sign?ā You ask in disbelief and he actually smiles faintly. And you freeze, staring at him. Have you ever seen him really smile? Heās kind of cute when he smiles you realize.
Sooooo some of your recent posts regarding humans making noises...
Yeah humans by nature are phenomenal vocal mimics even if most of humanity has just forgotten how (blame the demand for being civilized for that) i used to fk with my classmates because on school movie day when they'd turn the lights out, I'd do the clicking noises Kayako would make and whooooo every time there'd be SOMEONE freaking out š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£
Basically your only limit is your pitch range.
Now imagine if one of the caretakers COULD make scraplet sounds šš idk maybe someone once showed them a video of scraplets and the human just thought the noise was cute or something and now they can just....sneak up on unsuspecting cybertronians and just *makes noise*
XD oh dear
Soft AU- Noises
Red Alert x Reader
ā¢ āHeās got to be at least a five,ā you say and the other caretaker gives you a look. āI was thinking a two. Heās not much of a challenge,ā they protest, gesturing at the mech in question. āThereās the danger element, though. A bot that twitchy? Accidentally getting squished or kicked should be a hazard bonus,ā you haggle and they make a face before reluctantly sighing. āAlright. Five then,ā they concede and you grin, saluting them before darting behind some crates of supplies waiting to be unloaded.
ā¢ Turning at a noise, he stares with a frown at an empty bucket rolling across the concrete. Sliding his ped to intercept it, he glances at the haphazard mess this humans had left of things waiting to be put away, the disorganized chaos bothering him. Venting, he bends to pick up the bucket and put it back where it goes. And he hears something skittering around behind the pallets. Plating lifting slightly, he frowns. An animal? Supposes that even with the gate and walls, an Earth animal could have gotten back there.
ā¢ Keeping low as you walk in a crouch, you reach out an arm and deliberately shove a precarious stack of soap bottle to make the whole thing rock before moving as quickly as possible for cover. Exhaling as you listen to the sound of peds coming closer, you make the sound. And Red Alert stops short. āHello?ā He calls out, voice trembling. Moving as quietly as you can to a new spot, you make the noise again. Where is he now? Youāre pretty sure he hasnāt moved.
ā¢ Frozen as his venting grows ragged and his spark constricts, he knows that sound. And itās the stuff of nightmares made flesh. How has one of those things gotten on world? Had it stowed away on a ship? Even a single scraplet can strip a mech to the spark. What if itās not a single scraplet, though? What if thereās a pack of them? Drawing his blasters as he backs away, every shadow seems malicious, rife with shapes waiting to launch themselves at him. To eat him alive.
ā¢ Making the noise again and shoving a bucket off a pallet, you scream and flatten yourself against the ground. Because Red Alert is also screaming. While shooting wildly. āRed! Red, stop!ā You scream and you can hear the other caretaker also screaming at him as he just keeps yelling in his language and shooting. Heart pounding, you pop your head up. āRed!ā Dropping again when he swings your way, optics wild. āIt was a joke! Thereās no scraplet!ā The other caretaker yells as your bot hesitates, venting raggedly and hands shaking as he stares at you when you push upright doing a little shaking yourself. Thatās got to be worth fifty points.
