June 1st is TOMORROW. It means that GAY PEOPLE will exist, but only for ONE MONTH. Do not forget to buy your tickets to see them NOW, or else you will have to wait AN ENTIRE YEAR to be able to meet them AGAIN.
Girl why are you so legs… like 70% leg 🙄 but hey it makes him look real cute so who really cares… I assume clearly his beautiful pinups encourage people to join the high guard 🙄 and ofc moral support, cuz who wouldn’t feel better after looking at Soundwave…
May I kindly ask for more of the After AU with Sounders? 🥺 He's just so adorable and he makes my heart hurt, I just wanna grab his face and pepper him in kisses
Sure!
After Pt 8
Soundwave x Reader
• Jittery as you cup your thermos of hot coffee between your palms to let the heat sink into you to try and fight off the early morning chill, you see him round the corner of your street and you push to your feet. It’s still so weird every time you see a Cybertronian out and about. Feeling strangely self conscious as he looks over your shorts and loose shirt, like his opinion of your workout gear actually matters, you fidget. And realizing that it does matter is a surprise. Still can’t believe that you’d invited him to a movie or that he’d actually agreed. “Hey,” you say.
• Why are you so nervous suddenly? Head tilting as you glance at him and away, his servos flex with the urge to touch your arm and strengthen the connection. To delve into your field to figure out what’s changed. And that thought has him rocking back a step. “Ready to begin?” He asks, unsettled with himself. For wanting to touch you to get a better read on you when he normally tries so hard to block others out. You smile thinly, stretching. ‘As ready as I’ll ever be,’ you reply with a soft huff of laughter. Knows you’re disparaging of your own abilities, that you wear that self criticism like armor and he’s not sure why. But he also knows that despite your grumbling and protests, you’re doing better at this.
• Hate jogging, but somehow with him, it’s more tolerable. It’s definitely not because someone else is also suffering in solidarity with you, though. You’re pretty sure he could jog for miles and not get tired. Probably thinks your huffing and wheezing as you plod after him is hilarious. At least he has the decency to keep it up himself if he does, though. Jogging slowly after him, you’re aware that he’d slowed down considerably after that first day, like he’d learned your pace and adjusted to it when he didn’t have to. Just like he didn’t need to talk to, and possibly threaten, the principal on your behalf.
• Moving with exaggerated slowness to let you try and keep up, he thinks about the upcoming break. And it’s strange, but he almost feels uncomfortable about it. Almost anxious. So used to having something to do. Being needed. But what’s he supposed to do while school is out for break? Can make lesson plans, but that won’t take him long. What will you do during the break, he wonders. Will you be lonely? Bored? He’s going to miss his kids while they’re out, but he’s going to miss you more. When had that happened? When had he started needing other people around? Looking forward to seeing you?
• Almost wish you’d spiked the coffee with something as your calves start to burn. And you nearly run into him when he stops short, turning. Big hands reach to steady you before you can smack your face against the mass displaced mech’s chest. And he’s just staring down at you, gripping your upper arms. “What is it?” You ask, confused as the loud sound of your breathing fills the air. You’re not about to have a stroke or something are you? Maybe he’s got some kind of weird, alien preternatural sense that’s keying in on something. But he just seems to shake himself out of whatever that was, laying a big hand on top of your head. Before turning away and starting to jog again. What was that? Maybe he thought you might need a break?
BRB the fae are luring me into the deep forest . Said theres gonna be tiny cakes and we’re gonna sit on mushrooms and shit . You can come if you want . No, this isn’t gonna end in a deeply necessary lesson on trust and belief why would you say that ?
Your best friend is a vampire by birth, which means she's never eaten food or had the need to cook. When you get sick, she comes over and makes you breakfast in bed, proudly displaying a tray of burnt toast thickly smeared with peanut butter, undercooked oats with way too much cinnamon, and a cup of coffee with a mound of undissolved creamer on top.
You burst out laughing and burrow back into the blankets, mumbling that you're not hungry. She leaves the room, perturbed. A few hours later, you shuffle out of bed to get some water and find her in the kitchen surrounded by ingredients, watching cooking tutorials on her laptop. Later she presents you with a bowl of chicken soup, asking you to taste it. It's a little bland, but edible. She's over the moon when you finish the whole bowl, and announces that she's going to spend at least half a century learning to cook for you.
Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"
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