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You can call me Takottai, Kota, or T | He/him, They/them, Ze/zim and Arr/arrow| 29 | ISTP-T |Trans masc nonbinary | Artist | fandom enjoyer
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Imagine like one day you’re just chilling with Rocky and you say something out loud like “wow Grace looks hot” like it just happens one of those word vomit moments and the absolute PANIC Rocky would go into like
“What wrong with Grace internal temperature, question?”
“Grace sick, question?”
“GRACE DYING, QUESTION?”
So you have to explain what you actually meant and Rocky’s all like “Eridian word for that is ♩♩♬.”
You put it into the computer with a smile and a nod and a second later—-
super short tiny little baby snippet of a Ryland Grace x reader oneshot I am working on, I just found this too funny to keep to myself!
“Question?” Rocky says suddenly making Grace blink several times.
"What?"
“Grace not listening.”
"I was listening."
“False. Grace was staring at Grace’s mate.”
Your head immediately drops into your hands.
Rocky continues before either of you can recover.
“This is opposite of listening. Is something wrong with friend (y/n), question?”
"Oh my God," he mutters.
"Do not invoke deity. Answer question."
You are laughing so hard you nearly fall out of your chair.
Grace wishes, not for the first time, that alien spiders understood embarrassment. Unfortunately Rocky possesses the social subtlety of a sledgehammer.
“Grace stare often.” Rocky observes.
"I do not!” Grace attempts, rather futilely, to defend himself.
"False."
"You cannot just say false every time—"
"Can. Just did."
And Rocky taps his claws together, clearly pleased with himself.
╰₊✧ being aboard the hail mary with yandere! ryland grace┊1.1k words
yandere! ryland grace, who refused to leave your side when he realized you were the only other crew member who wasn’t deceased. while you have yet to awaken from your medically induced coma, you were still breathing with an active pulse, albeit slow and fleeting. he was desperate for your survival, both because he was hoping that you would be able to provide some insight on the entire situation and because he desperately didn’t want to be alone. every waking moment, he was monitoring your condition, fearful that you would slip through his fingers while he wasn’t watching, gazing upon your resting face, waiting for your eyes to eventually flutter open. he didn’t have any extensive medical knowledge, but he could vaguely remember taking some basic training for emergencies, which helped him out a lot when he managed to get an iv drip into your veins.
yandere! ryland grace, who would examine the belongings in your personal locker a lot more intently than he did with the other two deceased humans, staring at every single picture until it was burned into his memory as he tried to figure out if you had any connection to him. he’s sure that he would have remembered if you were in a relationship, but judging by the intense feelings that washed over him when he saw you for the first time, feelings that seemed unrelated to the realization that you were alive, he wasn’t fully convinced that he wasn’t already deeply in love with you back on earth. maybe you were just a crush he was head over heels for, but he had no idea how you felt towards him.
yandere! ryland grace, who knows that there are more pressing matters to be worrying about, yet while the spacecraft is wandering through the universe to reach its destination, he couldn’t get his mind off of you, no matter how much he tried. still, he didn’t exactly think he would be behaving the same if it were a different person he was trying to bring back from the brink of death. it almost felt like it was destiny or fate or a stroke of luck or whatever the hell the most fitting word would be that it was you.
yandere! ryland grace, who was practically screaming and jumping with joy when you finally opened your eyes, unable to hide his excitement while you were coming to. you were so disoriented that you couldn’t even sit up on your own, leading to him holding you in his arms and propping you up while he gave you a drink of water. suffering from the same amnesia he woke up with, you were confused and struggled to remember basic information about yourself, yet you didn’t have the energy to push him away, or even feel uncomfortable in his grasp.
yandere! ryland grace, who felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and protectiveness when he held you in his arms, almost like he was back at home where he belonged despite being light years away from earth. he nursed you back to health as if you were a baby bird, gentle and tender with a heart full of love, while you were fragile and sickly, until you could move around on your own and regain your cognitive abilities. you still didn’t remember the exact details about why you were here, but you could remember that you were an astronaut who was hand-chosen for this mission to save the stars and the planet, along with dr grace here. truth be told, he normally would be considered a little unsettling when it came to how attached he seemed to be to you, but you suppose that’s only natural in circumstances like this for him to be clingy and constantly lingering around you. besides, he’s always been innocent enough as far as you remember, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate the company of a handsome nerd who was interested in all the same things you were.
yandere! ryland grace, who always wants to be around you to the point that you’re only alone when you’re in the bathroom (or at least, the closest thing you have to a bathroom). whenever he isn’t in the same room as you, he feels a deep longing within him that can only be healed by being with you. once the two of you were finished confirming details and covering all bases to ensure there were no holes in what needed to be accomplished, he would feel a knot in his stomach at the thought of you leaving him even if it was only for a couple of seconds, so he would do whatever he could to continue the conversation to keep your attention on him.
yandere! ryland grace, who sometimes watches you when you sleep to make sure that nothing happens to you. it’s not creepy if he’s just looking out for you, right? the last thing he wanted was for something bad to happen to you, especially when you were the only light in his life and the only thing keeping him going. he’s thrilled to know that you feel the same way, only a whole lot more toned down, like to an extremely minuscule amount compared to him, but the point is, his attachment doesn’t freak you out, and you smile at him whenever you see him acting awkward. oftentimes, you engage in conversation with him or play card games to pass the time, and it makes all the difference to him because he couldn’t imagine what kind of state he would be in otherwise without you.
yandere! ryland grace, who is constantly chasing the high he got when he first cradled you in his arms. he doesn’t think you’re nearly as weak and defenseless as you were then, finding you to be even more capable than he is now that you’re better, but he’d do nearly anything to hold you close like that and feel your body against his once again. talking friendly like this can only keep the edge off for so long before he starts desiring more, but thankfully, he’s a patient man who is well in control of himself.
yandere! ryland grace, who is fully aware that his obsessive thoughts and wants to feel you aren’t normal, yet he has no idea how he’s supposed to stop it now that he’s this deep. had he been back home experiencing these things, he would have freaked the fuck out and booked an appointment with a therapist despite his tight budget, but he isn’t exactly back home, is he? all you have are each other now, and all he can hope is that he won’t spiral as long as it remains that way.
Sorry for being MIA for a bit! I was manic and went to Vegas. I went to the John Wick Experience and I highly recommend it if you have the chance to go! I absolutely adore John but I haven't had the drive to write about him until now. Happy Easter! 🐰🐣
Brisket, ribs, mac and cheese… John was trying to figure out what else to order from the barbeque restaurant. He knows what foods you like. He knows everything that you like. It's mostly just a matter of figuring out what food you're in the mood to eat. You've been responding best to comfort food so that's what you'll be getting. He hums thoughtfully before placing the order. After paying, he takes the takeout to his car. Aurelio had done a beautiful job restoring it to its former glory. John had been sure to give him a generous tip for his work. He drives back to his new house, the one that he shares with you, his precious little darling. The drive is long but he's patient. He does his best to always be patient when it comes to you.
It had been a warm day and you were curled up on the couch with Dog, relaxing together in the warm afternoon sun while listening to the narrator on the TV drone on about the lives of sea turtles. You weren't quite sleeping but you weren't quite awake either. John smiles warmly at you as he begins setting the table. You had been so sweet lately and he was so happy to be able to spend time with you. He gives Dog a few gentle pats when he's done and watches as you shift slightly to get more comfortable.
John had decided to be selfish. He had been much more selfish than usual lately. He had taken you, first of all, but he had also been slipping some pills into your drinks to keep you more cuddly and pliant. He curls up next to you, simply watching without touching you for a second before wrapping his arms around you. You're so out of it that you don't fight him anymore, instead seeming to enjoy how warm he is and how gently he holds you.
“I missed you while I was out. I got your favorite from the barbeque place. I thought you might like something that fits the weather.” He murmurs, enjoying the smell of your hair. He had made sure to get a scent that you would like. He likes everything you do with a few select differences, such as your personal freedom.
You groan before nuzzling into the couch cushion. He laughs a bit and slowly sits up, pausing the show you were only somewhat watching. He pulls you into his arms and carries you to the dining room table, sitting you down in the chair that you always sit in and then serving you your portion of the meal. Dog hops off the couch and follows the both of you, clearly hoping to get some scraps as he rests his chin on your knee. You sleepily begin eating, clearly enjoying the food but not there mentally enough to comment on it. John doesn't stop smiling. He thinks that you're just too cute with your sweet, drugged up expression. He'll have to wean you off of those meds soon but for now, he's going to enjoy how calm and sweet you are.
“You have no idea how nice it is to come home to you. I love seeing you waiting for me.” He says as he sits across from you and begins eating as well. “You’re just so cute. I can't ever get you off of my mind. I love knowing that you'll be safe when I'm out.”
if you’ve watched or played any resident evil games, could you by chance write platonic yandere leon x reader 🙏🙏 i don’t mind if it’s 50 year old back problem leon or baby face rookie 20 year old leon 🤑
and for scenario, go with whatever u feel is best 🔥🔥🔥🔥 as long as it isn’t the same things as most of the (very scarce) platonic yandere leon content i’ve seen
I've got you covered! I watched a bunch of cool edits and then a really long lore video but I haven't played any of the games so hopefully this is accurate! I watched some gameplay from one of the games ages ago too. I'm kinda going off of vibes with this blurb since I love old man Leon. This is a little silly goofy because I think I'm funny and can't change who I am. 😔
You wake up screaming.
The door to your room slams open. Leon charges in and rushes to your side. He had taken you in after finding you on his latest mission. You were locked in a room surrounded by zombies when he found you and he had eliminated the threat before bringing you home with him. He had always wanted a child and he considers himself as the luckiest man in the world to have gotten you. He quickly checks you over before picking you up and cradling you in his arms.
You snuggle up to him, shivering with both cold and fear. He gently began rubbing your back, cooing softly at you as he tried to soothe you. He wouldn't ever let you go. You were too perfect for him. You were so well behaved (and afraid of going outside) that you never even thought of leaving him. He gently rocks you back and forth for a bit before carefully laying down with you, making sure that you're properly wrapped up in both his arms and your blankets.
You cling to him, though you seem much less afraid with him there to cuddle you. Leon loves that you see him as your protector. You never correct him when he refers to himself as your dad and never stop him from taking care of you. Rationally, he knows that you're too traumatized to be doing much but he pushes that out of his mind, instead focusing his energy on nurturing and loving you.
He plants a kiss on the top of your head as he begins to rub soothing circles into your scalp. He wipes away your tears and holds you against him. You can feel his body heat seeping into you and relaxing your tense muscles. He keeps holding you until your hiccuping sobs turn to quiet sniffle and your tears stop soaking his shirt. Once you're not bawling your eyes out anymore, he decides that it's time to speak. Talking about your nightmares never seems to help but distracting you from whatever upset you does.
"Let Dad think of something silly to distract you, yeah? That'll help you feel better." He murmurs, still gently rubbing your back.
"Like what...?" You say, sniffling.
"You remember your Uncle Chris, right? You like Uncle Chris. What if he fell in love with the cheese at a Mexican restaurant? Ugh, what's it called?" He says, rubbing his temple as you slowly begin to calm down and he tries to think.
"Oh yeah! It's queso! What if Uncle Chris married queso?" He asks, admiring your cute little face as you look up at him.
PLEASE i need more your platonic mewtwo!!! because omg it was so super cute!!
Thank you so much!! Here's a little blurb with reader and Mewtwo being cute featuring Mew and Oddish! 🥰
"What a good Espeon! So sweet and cute! Good pokemon!" You coo at the massive beast taking up your lap and entire couch as you pet its huge noggin.
Mewtwo lets out a rumbling purr and nuzzles into your legs. It had been much more affectionate after getting comfortable with you. Oddish was sunbathing outside and you and Mewtwo were enjoying the magic of your air conditioner inside. The glass sliding door leading to the backyard was open in case Oddish wanted to go back inside. You were simply relaxing when you noticed a blur of baby pink outside.
You perk up, trying to peek outside without disturbing the pokemon on your lap. It didn't work as Mewtwo cracked an eye open in annoyance, clearly not happy about sharing your attention. Suddenly, a much smaller, squishier, and pinker version of Mewtwo flies into your living room. You gasp in delight and reach your hands up towards the cute little thing. It obliges and lets you cradle it in your arms. You begin petting it and covering its face in kisses as Mewtwo sits up. Oddish watches from a distance and seems very concerned about the way that Mewtwo looks like it's about to incinerate Mew with the way that it's glaring.
"Oh wow! I didn't know you laid an egg! Where did you put your nest, buddy? I didn't know that Espeons could be so little!" You exclaim excitedly to Mewtwo, not at all grasping the fact that you have two deities hanging out in your house. "What a beautiful baby! Don't worry, I'll help you raise it. I wanna make sure that it grows up nice and healthy and big and strong, just like you!"
One of Mewtwo's eyes starts twitching as you affectionately squish and pet Mew, its tail lashing lashing behind it with rage as you begin feeding Mew one of Mewtwo's favorite berries from its favorite bowl.
AN: This is a pretty short little thing based on the behaviors of the Mewtwo that I have in Pokemon Go that amused me. I'm allergic to cats but I think I'm pure of heart enough to not be allergic to Mewtwo. 😭
You were happy with the way that your life was going. Were you a super rich and powerful pokemon trainer? No, but you had a nice farm and a cute little Oddish that helped you make a living. You sold what you grew at the local farmer’s market and fed wild pokemon the crops that weren’t pretty enough to be sold there so that there wouldn’t be any unnecessary waste with what you couldn’t compost. Most pokemon left your crops alone because they had already been fed so you didn’t have to worry about too many losses from them. It was a calm life and you enjoyed it.
Everything was going well on your farm. You were comfortable, both physically and financially, and you were enjoying the slow and comfortable life that you provided for yourself. One evening, you noticed something strange. Instead of eating all of the food that you left out in the spot that you left them one winter, some pokemon started bringing the berries into the forest. You follow them to a cave and freeze when you see a Mewtwo. Of course, you have no clue what it is. You hadn’t ever heard of a pokemon that looked like that, especially one that was so big, but then again, you slacked off a bit in school and didn’t do very well in your pokemon identification classes. You shrugged it off. It looked close enough to a Skitty so you figured that it was probably an abandoned one from another region. You grabbed a berry out of your bag and offered it to the large creature.
“Here Skitty, Skitty, Skitty. Do you want a yummy treat? You poor thing. It’s okay. Psssp psssp psssp. It’s okay sweetheart. Let’s get you fixed up, okay cutie? This’ll help you feel better.” You cooed, offering the pokemon an oran berry in an outstretched hand.
The eyes of the pokemon narrowed and it weakly raised a hand until your Oddish began bouncing in front of you, chirping over and over frantically at the other pokemon. She was so strange sometimes. You patted her leaves before walking over to the large pokemon. You gently patted the head of the strange new pokemon as you sat down next to it, putting some berries into its hands.
“Now, now. There’s no need to be so upset. The poor thing just wants some berries. I bet it’s starving. Be nice, Oddish. The poor baby’s coming home with us. It’s hurt and we’re not about to leave it here.” You chided the grass type who was actively trying to keep you from being eviscerated via psychic energy.
The new pokemon looked stunned at the head pats and just stared at you as if you were mentally disturbed. You started digging in your bag until you found the hyper spray that you kept in case of emergencies with Oddish or any of the wild pokemon that wandered onto your farm was injured. You carefully sprayed the medicine onto the wound on the poor thing’s leg injury and hummed in satisfaction as the torn flesh began to heal.
“There’s a good Skitty. Once you’ve finished your berries, you can come home with me and Oddish. I think I’ll have to make a sweater for you, buddy. I don’t think a hairless thing like you is supposed to be out here. You’re probably so cold! I can't believe that someone would leave you here all on your own in the middle of winter.” You said empathetically as you took your scarf off and wrapped it around the pokemon’s two strange necks.
You managed to haul the pokemon back to your house via wheelbarrow after attempting to feed it a few berries. You set up a makeshift bed for it on your couch and cover the beast in blankets. You're careful to reapply medicine when needed and turn on a TV show that your Oddish likes once you're sure that the new pokemon is comfortable.
Months later, the giant beast continues to stick around after regaining its health, much to your delight. You continue doting on it just as much as you do with your Oddish, despite it being feet taller than you. It was sceptical of your affection at first but after being snuggled and loved on for so long, it’s started to get cranky when you don’t give it enough attention. It had even started bringing you leaves and flowers in exchange for more cuddle time.
“I am not a poor baby.” A deep voice rumbles in your head as you coo at it while pulling warm blankets out of the dryer.
You whip around and stare at the pokemon resting on the couch. It was the first time that the pokemon had engaged in any kind of verbal communication other than growls and purrs. You immediately rush over to it and begin petting its face.
“Oh! I didn't know that you were a psychic type! You must be one of those fancy regional Espeon variants! Sorry cutie! I didn't mean to upset you!” You cooed at the massive creature.
It stares up at you like you're stupid. After a moment, it decides that it isn't worth it to explain. It's being pampered for the first time in its life and it's not about to mess that up. It simply relaxes as you pet its face and belly, letting out a rumbling purr in the process. You didn’t need to know much. You don’t need to know about the Team Rocket grunts that it tore apart in the woods while you were sleeping last night. You don’t need to know why the townsfolk get anxious when they come to buy your berries. You don’t need to know why every other large and potentially dangerous pokemon in the area left. All you need to know is that your weird looking Espeon likes being scratched under the chin and petted when you’re watching movies with it.
HI… THIS MIGJT BE AN OIT OF FHE ORDINARY ASK BUT…,,, I was wondering if you could do a transformers parental yandere!megatron x daughter figure reader where meggy is convinced the human reader is the next heir to the deception throne,,, curious curious
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Ooooooo this has captured my imagination!!! I love it!!!! Thanks for the idea, 🚢⛓️💥 anon!!! I think it's fun to think of Meggy as having stronger carrier instincts than sire instincts due to his size and stature so I added that in. I saw your other ask wanting it to be TFA Megs so TFA Megs it shall be 😌
"My liege, you are aware that you are not... Genetically related to the heir, correct...?" Shockwave asks cautiously.
"Nonsense. I carried them to term and birthed them on this miserable planet. My sparkling will rule this universe and I shall be the one to give it to them. Do not question me or my judgement again." Megatron replies sternly.
Shockwave simply figures that his glorious leader has a few wires fried as he stares at the being strapped into a sparkling carrier on the warlord's chest. You, a fully grown adult human and very clearly not Megatron's biological offspring, have been sleeping through the entirety of this call. Despite the species and size difference, you seem incredibly comfortable, or at least, appear to be by the way that you're drooling on your adoptive carrier's frame and snoring quietly.
"Look at my child. They're perfect in every way. The ideal killing machine, capable of feats of wrath that rival even my own capacity for cruelty. They shall be crowned--" The massive mech is interrupted by your tiny yawn. His focus immediately shifts to you as he begins fussing over you. You look around with bleary eyes as your stomach rumbles.
"Carrier, I'm hungry. I want lunch now, please." You mumble, blinking away the sleep from your eyes.
Shockwave was stunned. You spoke Cybertronian, though childishly. Perhaps you did possess some form of intelligence. He would consider you to be adorable had you not been organic. He can see why Megatron would be willing to believe that you were his sparkling. Your seemingly deceitful behavior of mimicking the young of their race complimented the heart of the cause and he couldn't help but admire it. Megatron turned to see which of his subordinates wasn't busy. Starscream was untrustworthy with your food and though trustworthy, Lugnut didn't have the necessary fine motor skills to prepare any dishes that would be even remotely edible to you. That left only Blitzwing, the usual sacrifice when it came to preparing meals when he was busy.
"Blitzwing! Prepare the finest sandwich in the sector and make it quick! Your future ruler requires sustenance!" Megatron orders, his voice booming as he covered your ears.
"Back to recharge, my dear. I will wake you when it is time to eat." He coos at you, gently rubbing your back as you nestle back into the softness of the sparkling carrier.
Hear me out on the platonic Autobots what if someone or something was trying to break into the little one's House what would the reaction be 🤔!
Surprise Houseguests (Part 2)
Platonic Yandere! Autobots x GN! Human! Reader
Wordcount: 3255
AN: Thank you so much for the ask!!! It’s my very first one!!!! I wanted to write something fitting for the occasion so it took a bit longer than expected. I decided that a second chapter situation would be best to explain because I’m a certified yapper. It's a bit darker than the first part but I like it. I’ve been learning how to read and write in Cybertronian so I know for sure what I’m talking about. 😎 I like to think of the sound of Cybertronian engines as being like cat sounds. There are purrs, soft hums of life, startled silences, and roars and the scientific explanation is that it’s actually because they’re all my little meow meows. This hasn’t been beta read so please forgive any mistakes!
TW: Soft yandere behavior that turns significantly less soft at some points, the home offense system, robot violence, murder, medium stalking instead of light stalking, Optimus loving grammatical accuracy, silly alien robots being silly and significantly more creepy than last time
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Your Cybertronian lessons were going very well and you were learning quite a bit. You were progressing much more quickly than you expected. It was probably helped by the fact that since your mouth physically can’t pronounce anything in the language, you didn’t have to worry about that aspect. You were able to read simple stories and understand sentences with the words that you were learning. It certainly helped that you had a team of native speakers thrilled to help any time you called.
Optimus was especially pleased with your progress. He would wait for your call every Friday evening, the day your schedule allowed you to finally stay up later than usual. It wasn’t like you had much else to do in such a small town in the middle of nowhere. His brutality in battle increased a hundredfold on those days, to the point where after watching him tear apart soldiers with his bare servos because he was angry that he might be late for your call, many Decepticon teams simply refused to fight any Autobots every seven solar cycles. Megatron was not happy but after reviewing recovered battle footage, understood and scheduled accordingly. It was better that way for everyone involved. Optimus was always very excited to teach you the meaning of new words and phrases and slowly transitioned his stories from English to Cybertronian. A former Iacon archivist was probably one of the best language, history, and culture tutors that you could’ve dreamed of. Optimus was an expert and it was the reason that he always spoke so formally. You remember during one of the visits that the team made to your home, he told you, “Even in the face of grave danger, there is always a place for eloquence, proper grammar, and correct syntax.”
You thought that he was joking. He, in fact, was not. He would affectionately correct your grammar and spelling in the messages that you would send him and always encouraged the others to do the same. He kept multiple copies of your messages in his hard drive, as did the rest of the team with their messages from you. Even though they were horribly spelled and sometimes borderline indecipherable in the beginning, they were deeply cherished. The younger and less mature bots would show each other each message before recharging, gushing about how cute and sweet you were, even when you were trying to have serious conversations with them. The older bots denied it but they listened in and found it endearing.
You had started making memes in a mixture of Cybertronian and English and sending them in a group chat to Bumblebee, Windblade, Jazz, and Wheeljack. You had tried to explain why they were funny to Ironhide, Optimus, and Ratchet but most of the time, they just looked at you with the most perplexed, mildly concerned, and very supportive expressions imaginable. Most of the time when you showed Ratchet your memes, he just stared at it for a little bit, patted you on the head, told you that he was glad that you were enjoying yourself, and started teaching you how to do a new type of basic repair on a Cybertronian. Ratchet was good at redirecting you into more familiar territory and the old mech was much more gentle about it with you than anyone else. You’d get the occasional chuckle from Ironhide and Optimus when you showed them but they seemed to enjoy just listening to you talk about anything and everything.
Something that both Optimus and Ironhide enjoyed significantly more than memes was playing games. You would play simple Cybertronian strategy games with them. It was rare that you won and the occasions that you did win were usually based on luck. That didn’t mean that you didn’t enjoy it. Quite the opposite, actually. You loved having them give you tips on what to do next and sometimes you would play as poorly as possible, just to get a reaction from them. You liked the stories about who Ironhide used to play the games with on Cybertron before the war. His voice would get soft and nostalgic. He seemed much more relaxed. It reminded you of how Optimus spoke when he was telling you a bedtime story. You enjoyed listening to Ironhide’s war stories while he drove you around but there was something so calming about his stories from before the war.
You liked Windblade’s stories too. You hesitated to go on rides with her at first because of how much she liked doing tricks to impress you but cruising at a steady altitude through the clouds with her was nice. You’d get much less nauseous that way. She did that quite a bit when she figured out that you liked it. You liked hearing about the titans and how she spoke to them. You thought that it was amazing that she could talk to such massive beings and that they’d understand her. Her perspective on the war was different than that of the mechs on the team and you liked hearing about what she had to say. She was the only femme that you knew and you liked spending time with her once she figured out how to handle you properly without scaring you.
Bumblebee and Jazz both loved goofing off with you. You’d watch movies and TV shows together and make plenty of commentary on the characters. You’d mostly end up laughing through whatever you were watching and making even more memes to go with them. You liked spending one on one time with each of them too. Bee would go racing with you through backroads and empty streets, keeping you buckled up tight as he sped around with you squealing and laughing in delight. He loved hearing you laugh and seeing you happy. Jazz would only occasionally speed around on your drives together. He would get you a treat to eat before he cruises around with you sitting in the luxurious interior of his alt mode, listening to old and new favorite songs with him. You would spend time finding new songs for each other every day and saving them up for when you inevitably went for another drive. You had playlist upon playlist of music to choose from with every genre imaginable. Jazz was who you went with if things were busy and you needed to escape from your worries for a while.
The Autobot team had been in contact with you for eight months before something went wrong. It wasn’t what was expected. The raccoons continued rummaging through your trash, even after the improvements made to the cans by Wheeljack and Ironhide. It had actually gotten worse after a month. You complained about it to Jazz while you were chatting with him on a call and he decided to see how they managed to do it that night while he was on watch. Jazz contentedly watched the feeds of each camera in your house while monitoring the surrounding area. He was watching your leg twitch in your sleep and recording it to show to Ratchet (just in case it was cause for concern, he rationalized) when there was abnormal movement detected outside where you kept your trash cans. He stopped recording you and then started watching the live footage from outside while starting a new recording.
There was a man digging through your trash.
A human man.
Unacceptable.
To his horror, the man went around your entire house and tried to open every door and window.
Something had to be done.
Jazz immediately woke Optimus and Ironhide and showed them the footage. The enraged roar of the Prime’s engine, the blaring of his horn, and the smell of the ominous black smoke billowing from his exhaust pipes were enough to startle the entire team awake, as well as the vast majority of the inhabitants of the town they were staying in.
The team abandoned their mission and immediately started driving back to your house at first light. It could wait. You could not. Optimus had wanted to start driving immediately and not stop until they had arrived but Ratchet had convinced him to reluctantly let the team finish their recharge. He sat in his alt mode and seethed the entire night. He couldn’t recharge. How could he ever recharge in that kind of situation? Someone was bothering his little one. Someone was creeping on you and he and his entire team were too far away to protect you. The flamethrower at the front door was disabled and the rest of the defense systems were made for raccoons and Decepticons. You were defenseless. The rest of the Autobots didn’t recharge all that well either. It was understandable. Trying to relax feet away from a Prime ready to eviscerate a member of the species that he swore to protect is not an easy task.
On the familiar road back to your home, it was eerily quiet on the comms. The only time that anything was said was an hourly report of your whereabouts and activities, plus the occasional update when you messaged a member of the team. Optimus’s spark ached when you sent him a message about how you picked up some of the oil that he likes at the auto store. You really had no clue how much danger you were in and were just going about your day like usual. You really did need the Autobots to protect you.
When the team finally made it to your town after a few solar cycles, Optimus sent Windblade, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, and Ratchet to your home to guard you. As much as Optimus wanted to see you as soon as possible, he had something to deal with first. Ironhide and Jazz were going with him to help handle the situation. There was also the added benefit of you not being able to see him while he’s angry. He knew that his size made him intimidating under the best circumstances and he didn’t want to scare you with how upset he was.
Jazz had been tracking the man bothering you from the second that he showed Optimus and Ironhide the footage. He may be a more laid back bot but that didn’t mean that he let things like this slide. The man was going to hurt you. Jazz was not going to let that happen. If the angry energy radiating off of the Prime was bad for team morale, the cold energy from Jazz was worse. They were used to the mech being friendly even in life or death situations.
Ironhide wasn’t about to let anything happen to you either. He had been teaching you self defense and would always affectionately refer to you as his little cadet. He would only let you use a low power blaster under the strictest supervision but he called it your training time. When you were done, he’d give you one of the treats he found during his missions and tell you how well you did. It was a nice change of pace for him. In his eyes, you were already an Autobot and he was known for keeping his team safe. He was less angry and more determined to eliminate the threat so that everything would go back to normal.
The rest of the team didn’t know the details of what was going on but they knew that you were under threat and the cause was a human. That was all they had to know while keeping a careful watch over you. Bumblebee figured that you didn’t know about the danger you were in and kept you close. He would peek through the windows as you got things from your house and make sure that you were no more than fifteen feet away from an Autobot at all times. You didn’t know why your friends were being so clingy but you were happy to be around them.
Windblade didn’t take you on any flights that day. You found it strange but you figured that she was just shaken up after a particularly bad mission. You were happy to try your best to comfort her and the rest of the team. You pulled up some funny videos that you had watched while they were gone and watched them on a data pad with her while she worked on one of her blasters and you worked on a small craft. You both giggled at some of the funniest parts and you were proud of yourself for making her smile when you gave her the necklace that you made for her. Her spark melted when you talked about putting felt on the back of the pendant so it wouldn’t scratch her finish. It was impossible for her not to smile around you but she didn’t tell you that. She wanted you to feel special.
Wheeljack occupied himself by improving your home defense system. There were going to be no more silly features that allowed you to turn them off outside of an extreme emergency. He sat you on his shoulder during less dangerous parts, explaining the intricacies of Cybertronian engineering to you. He spoke in Cybertronian for some of it and it was clear that he thought that you were further along in your studies of the language than you actually were. You didn’t understand most of what he was saying but you were happy to be included. After a few hours of intensive engineering lessons, he playfully shooed you away when he had to get advice from Ratchet on which weapons system would be the most effective against organics.
Ratchet was surprisingly calm about everything. He gave you a check up and made sure that you hadn’t been hurt while they were gone. He was concerned about the random small bruises that regularly showed up on your legs and even more so about the fact that you didn’t know where they were from. He quickly realized that they were simply from your clumsiness and made you take an iron supplement while you watched him make small repairs on the team’s equipment. It worried him a bit that you were so prone to becoming damaged. He would have to research methods to keep you safe from yourself.
Jazz gave the location of the man to Optimus and Ironhide. The man lived in a cabin much deeper in the woods than you. Ironhide figured that living away from other humans was the man’s only redeeming quality. It would make neutralizing him much simpler. The three mechs transformed into their bipedal modes, not bothering to conceal themselves from the man. They could see his startled face peeking out from one of the windows and Ironhide and Jazz were equally startled when Optimus tore through the cabin like it was tissue paper to get to the man.
He snatched up the man, engine roaring once more and internal temperature rising to the point where he could smell flesh cooking in his servo.
“You dare treat our little one like a creature to be preyed upon?” His voice boomed.
Optimus’s digits were crushing the man. It was difficult to tell at first but the man’s ears were bleeding. The sheer volume of the Prime’s rage had burst his eardrums. Ironhide and Jazz simply watched. They had all lost so much. They had sacrificed everything for their cause. It was okay to be selfish for once. It wasn’t even that selfish, Jazz had told Ironhide on the way back. They were taking care of you. You needed them to protect you from a threat to your life and happiness.
Squish.
Optimus crushed the man in his grip with a twitch of his digit. He then dropped the man onto the forest floor. The man had somehow survived and was simply staring up at the bots. There was a satisfaction in the Prime’s eyes that made the man even more afraid. The man couldn’t hear anymore but he could see. He could see the pleasure that the mech took in watching the life drained out of his body and all he could do was look up at him. Optimus stepped back and Ironhide took his turn standing over the man. Ironhide raised his blaster and glared down at the man.
BANG.
Suddenly, the problem had been solved.
The man hadn’t even left behind a corpse. He was incinerated by the shot and there was only a smear of carbon on the forest floor. Jazz stomped out the flames licking at the edges of the blast and seemed content. You were safe again and he was very happy with that. He gave a friendly smile to the other two mechs. He made sure that all of them were clean of any blood or unpleasant smells before they made their way back to your home. It was important that you didn’t know anything about their methods of protecting you. It was for your own good and none of them wanted you to be afraid of them. They wanted you to still want to be around them.
Optimus hummed a Cybertronian lullaby on the way back to your house. His mood was lighter as he walked back through the woods, back to you. You looked up from where you were sitting with Wheeljack when you heard the song rumbling from in the trees and your face lit up. You recognized the tune when you heard him from the times that he sang you to sleep with it and you eagerly ran up to him while telling him how much you had missed him and the others. That cheered his spark even more. He lifted you up in his servo, listening to you chatter at him and loving every second. He carefully ran a digit along your head and back, watching how you relaxed while he rubbed your back and smiling down at you. It was all that he could do to not coo at your cute behavior. He would never allow any harm to come to you. You were their perfect little one.
You enjoyed your standard routine of learning and relaxing with the Autobots for the duration of their visit. They were even more doting than usual. You didn’t find it strange. You were just happy to hang out with them. You followed them around like a little duckling and acted very sweet towards them, just like always. You were such a wonderful human and they all adored you. The team had to leave after a few days and seemed much better off after their mini vacation with their favorite human. They resumed their regular communications with you and got back to their missions.
Optimus was a quiet mech outside of battle. His tendency to quietly look at and organize data hadn’t changed, even after millennia of war. He was reading a report while half listening to you and Bumblebee chatting over a call. It was comforting and gave him a sense of normalcy. He loved hearing your thoughts and ideas. You were so young and naive, especially compared to them. It was so refreshing to him and his team. Optimus smiled when he heard you excitedly tell Bumblebee that the raccoons were finally leaving your garbage alone. He gave Ironhide and Jazz a knowing look. Ironhide was doing maintenance on his blaster and Jazz was checking over the surveillance cameras in your home. They both returned his look with smiles. He and the Autobots were keeping you safe and they would continue to do so.
would you believe me if i told you the story of this game put the possibility of death and dying and terminal illness in my head as a kid. i was 4. the dread i felt for this game cannot be replicated
i just barely remember what this game was about because i was 4 but basically you’re a dog and you live on an island and your dog family has a dog sister. or brother. i don’t remember. your dog sibling falls ill with a terminal illness or it is heavily implied that it will be fatal. there is a scene where the ill dog sibling tries to go to a party and they collapse and the audience is led to believe that they died. they do not die but are bedridden. your dog father tries to find a cure overseas but goes missing and is pretty much as close to “confirmed dead” as you can get in an e for everyone title. then you try to find a cure overseas and your boat gets separated and you get lost at sea. you do not die and end up on another island. a doctor is there. from that point i do not remember anything about the game other than giraffes try to attack you or something . i had to stop playing because this game made me So upset i was afraid to touch it. the game looks like this
If you’d kept playing you would’ve been so much more traumatized than you already were, it does not get less intense. Allow me to tell you about some of the other fucked up plot points/subplots:
You don’t just get separated from your boat, no, it’s MUCH more upsetting than that. There’s a storm, and the captain says you won’t be able to make it to the island. The idea of returning home without a cure is so unbearable to you that you jump overboard and try to swim there. You almost drown, but a bird you nursed back to health earlier in the game alerts a resident of the island, who saves your life.
The town’s water supply gets poisoned at one point and everyone gets sick but you. You have to find a healer in the woods because even the town doctor can’t help
A nurse dog on the island is afraid of the color red and is mercilessly bullied by a group of dogs in her town. You have to help her get over this fear. It originated from a traumatic event in her childhood where she thought she killed her best friend.
The doctor who helps your sick sibling also has a traumatic past. His fiancé got terminally ill and because he argued with another doctor on the best treatment, she died. He visits her grave often.
The miracle cure (a flower) you’re searching for to save your sibling? When you find it, it’s wilted. If you can’t find a way to restore it, you know your sibling will almost certainly die.
Also the literal apocalypse has been building up for the entire duration of the story, and you have to literally travel to an alternate dimension to consult the queen of a mythical race on how to save the world
To get a magic stone that will help you save the world, you have to fight a giant dinosaur skeleton referred to as the “Ancient Monster” and it is heavily implied that it fought your father at some point, and may have even killed him. Yes this is still the same game
Yeah but that game was really something. There are pirates. There are poisonous snakes. All of the enemies have the ability to kill you. The soundtrack is phenomenal. You have a magical sidekick named Petasi. One of the game’s central themes is the importance of kindness. I tried to play it on my own once and got killed by a gorilla while trying to find grapes.
people in the notes trying to turn this around seem to be missing out on the context that it was posted in the middle of the night five minutes after I learned that a 19 year old trans girl in my city was stabbed to death yesterday. to hell with all of it. to hell with this country, to hell with this world, to hell with this society we've built that not only allows but encourages this. to hell with all of it.
i've talked a lot about the internal discord between a principle of and belief in rehabilitative justice and the desire to strike back at those who have done horrible things, and this is what i mean. because i do believe everyone deserves the right to a second chance. the right to change. the right to live. but what i believe isn't always what i feel. because god damn it all if i don't want to see the guy who did this hanging from the highest yardarm with his skin peeled back and his raw muscles burning in the midday sun as he screames out his final breath into a world as uncaring and uninterested in his continued life as he was in hers. i want to see him suffer. i want to see him die slowly, and i want to see the same of everyone who has enabled the world in which someone like him could feel so hateful and empowered as to kill a teenage girl for the fact of her birth and her bravery in existing. i want it to hurt, and i want him to know that he deserves it. i want him to feel the helplessness of living in an uncaring world.
AN: This oneshot has some required listening but I promise it’s worth it! Optimus has an amazing voice and I love him. No one can convince me that the Autobots don’t love yapping in their native language when they have the chance. My beloved @foolphenomenon beta read this one for me too so thank you to them!!!
TW: Soft yandere behavior, Ironhide and Wheeljack deciding that the best home defense system is a home offense system, mention of taxes, light stalking, boundaries being enforced, silly alien robots being silly and only mildly creepy
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Optimus hadn’t expected to be offered a place to stay by a tiny human. He had thought that the Autobots were alone in the parking lot of an abandoned factory. The team was discussing where to recharge for the night when Optimus caught a glimpse of you peeking out from a broken window on the first floor. You ducked down but it was futile after you both locked eyes. He had gently called out to you, wanting you to see that they didn’t mean any harm, even if they looked intimidating.
“It is alright, little human. We mean you no harm. You are safe with us. Please come out so that we may see you better.” He said in a soft tone.
You slowly peeked back out, figuring that it was useless to run from giants. You were surprised by how kind the tallest bot was and glanced around at the rest of them. When you realized that none of them looked unfriendly, you slowly exited the building and stood near the door, ready to dart back to cover if anything went sideways. The disarming body language and kind tone made you feel more like a kid getting caught with their hand in a cookie jar rather than an adult listening in on giant alien robots but you weren’t about to take any chances.
“Um… I’m sorry for listening in. I didn’t mean to. Well, I did but that’s because I’ve never seen anything like you guys…! I feel bad about it though. It was rude of me. You can park outside my house if you want to…! My closest neighbor is about a mile away so there’s more privacy than here. You’ll be able to walk around instead of just driving!” You chattered nervously.
Optimus raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected an eavesdropper to be so polite. You were so little and you seemed so sweet. He looked thoughtful as he examined you. You were dirty from what he later learned was an exploration trip inside the abandoned factory. The fabric you wore was dark in color, which he assumed was for a form of camouflage in the dark building. Despite the dirt, your eyes were bright and curious. Your friendliness didn’t seem to be an act and you were such a small thing that you couldn’t cause much harm.
Optimus agreed and the Autobots followed you to your home through heavily wooded back roads. You were true to your word and you were surprisingly welcomingly to them. There’s a meadow near your home where the bots eagerly began setting up to rest for the night. You said your goodnights to the strange aliens and went into the small farmhouse. It was more of a cabin than anything else and you had made it very cozy over the years. There was a single bedroom, a miniscule kitchen and dining room, and a singular bathroom. You had finished washing your face and changing into pajamas and were now curling up under your covers. You felt surprisingly calm for having giant metal aliens outside.
You were dozing off when there was a quiet tapping on your window. You thought that it was just a branch or a particularly determined bug and snuggled back into the comfortable warmth when you heard it again. You got out of bed and rubbed your bleary eyes as you walked the short distance from your bed to the window. You opened your curtains and were startled into full alertness when there was a giant face mere feet away from you, causing your formerly sleepy eyes to be all but blasted with blue light from the mech’s optics.
You quickly open the window and step back as you look up at him. You recognize the mech as the leader of the group. He was squatting down as he looked down at you through the window. He
“I wished to speak to you, human. I can see that you were attempting to recharge but I feel that the topic is important enough to interrupt you.”
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Optimus smiled as he watched you fall asleep. He wasn't one to admit it but he found humans to be adorable. Your respiratory patterns changed to become slower and deeper while you rested and he enjoyed the mellow and relaxed look on your face. He was glad that his voice was calming enough to soothe you to sleep. He was also grateful that your window was large and your bed was close to the window. He carefully reached through the open window with two digits, delicately tucking your blanket up to your chin and petting the top of your hair a few times.
After that, Optimus did his best to close your window and quietly walked up to Jazz. Optimus had been close with Jazz for milenia and it showed in their comfortable interactions. Optimus transformed into his alt mode and settled into the spot between Jazz and Ratchet. He always recharged more easily and efficiently when he was near his closest friends. After a moment, he rumbled softly to the mech on watch.
“The human is asleep. We are very fortunate. I do not recall any interactions with any humans quite so sweet.” He said quietly to Jazz.
“You're telling me. I didn't think the tiny thing would apologize, let alone give us somewhere to stay.” Jazz responded. He wasn't a high strung mech and he could definitely appreciate good company and a comfortable recharge.
“I have introduced the human to all of us, though I am not sure how much information was retained and will be accessible tomorrow. The poor creature was falling asleep while I was speaking.” Optimus said thoughtfully. Jazz smiled at that. He had always found humans to be cute and the music that they made was a major bonus. He made a mental note to ask you in the morning what music you like to listen to. He and Optimus said their goodnights and Optimus transformed into his alt mode to recharge until it was his turn to take watch.
You and the bots woke up in the morning refreshed and recharged. It had been a long time since they had a recharge so restful and peaceful. You quickly got ready and made some breakfast for yourself before going outside to see how your guests were doing. You only watched at first, too nervous to really walk among them. You saw Ratchet setting up some tools and simply sat on a nearby log as he wrangled Bumblebee over to his makeshift station. You were fascinated by what was happening and seemed excited to see something so new.
Ratchet placed you on his shoulder after noticing you watching him do a minor repair on Bumblebee. He was gruff and acted cranky but he was actually happy that you were interested in how their species worked. He explained the different steps that he took to repair Bumblebee’s plating and why it was important in a quiet voice. He knew that humans didn’t do well with very loud noises and kept his voice within the range of human comfort. He enjoyed the soft questions you asked and subtly scanned you to see what your health was like. He was pleased that your breakfast was adequately nutrient dense and filling enough to last you until midday.
“We’ll make a medic out of you yet, kid.” He said in a warm tone. Bumblebee had only heard that tone a few times before. It was a bit unnerving for a moment but he quickly brushed it off. He knew how nice human companionship was and he was glad that Ratchet was seeing it for the first time. Bumblebee tried to chat with you a few times during his procedure, each time earning a smack on the back of the head and a scolding for interrupting the first training of someone that he was convinced would become the first human Autobot medical officer.
After Ratchet was done working on Bumblebee, he carefully placed you on the ground and left to go talk to Optimus, though not before giving you a careful pat on the back and a promise to teach you more later. You were startled when Windblade quite literally snatched you up. The femme was unfamiliar with how to interact with humans, having only been on Earth for a few cycles. She was fascinated by your hair and clothes. She liked that your clothes were different colors and she loved that it was like you could have the equivalent of a new paint job more than once per day if you wanted to. She easily held you in one of her servos, gently touching the fabric of your clothing and the ornaments on your favorite jewelry while not understanding why you weren’t chatting with her as happily as you had been with Ratchet and instead were squirming. She wanted to hang out with the human too.
Jazz quickly came to your aid. He carefully scooped you out of her servo and gave her a lighthearted lecture in Cybertronian on proper human handling methods. You just blinked and went along with it as he showed her the safe ways to hold a human. You were a bit stunned as you were held in different positions in the mech’s servos and then carefully placed onto each of his shoulders. Windblade sheepishly apologized to you in English, citing her inexperience with humanity and promising not to grab you anymore without warning or a particularly good reason.
Jazz wanted to see the town that you lived in and managed to convince you to give him a sightseeing tour. You stopped at the nearest gas station, got a slushie, and drove around with him in his alt mode. He was able to fulfil his goal of talking to you about your music taste while you both drove. Granted, he already had seen what you listen to online as he had run a background check while on watch that night, but he still wanted to chat with you about it. He had you turn on one of your playlist and enjoyed listening to you talk about your home and your favorite bands.
When you returned from the drive, your mouth was stained by your drink and your cheeks were sore from smiling and laughing. Jazz was kind and funny and you were glad that you had stumbled upon the Autobots yesterday, even if Windblade startled you a bit at first. Speaking of Windblade, she had managed to fashion a necklace for you out of a small gear and a few other odds and ends that she had gotten from Ratchet while you and Jazz were out driving. She presented it to you and seemed incredibly pleased when you put it on. She all but gushed over how nice it looked on you and how nice it was to finally make a human friend.
Ironhide was the next mech to try to spend time with you. He approached the three of you and began asking you questions about the security of your home. He seemed shocked that you didn’t have any weapons that he deemed appropriate for home defense. Unsurprisingly to you, there were no plasma cannons on turrets or energy shields surrounding your home. Ironhide was deeply concerned about this. To him, you were already one of them. Optimus had clearly accepted you into their ranks and the rest of the team, including him, already seemed to like you plenty. You managed to win over Ratchet and that’s all he needed to get started on a home defense plan. You tried to assure him that you were fine and the most dangerous thing nearby were the raccoons that dug through the trash if you didn’t close the garbage well enough.
Ironhide wouldn’t have any of it. He decided to enlist Wheeljack to help secure your home from threats. He wanted your trash can secured from raccoons and he wanted your land free of any Cybertronian that wasn’t an Autobot. He also seemed to decide that you should be protected from humans who meant any harm and began making plans with Wheeljack. Your eyes hadn’t gone as wide as they did when they presented their plan to you since… Well, yesterday when you found out that aliens were real and very large. Between a flame thrower meant to incinerate any home invader foolish enough to knock on your front door, electrified door garbage cans, a security camera system that made Soundwave look like an amateur, a mirage system that made the entire house look like it hadn’t ever existed that Wheeljack had pointed out would be excellent for tax evasion after doing some research on the IRS, and several camouflaged blasters powerful enough to put Megatron himself on life support, they literally had everything covered. It was a little horrifying but you were also a bit impressed.
You weren’t thrilled about the idea of your home becoming a scene out of “Home Alone” but at the same time, you wanted to see where it would go. You gave the go ahead and watched in awe as they began building. You didn’t really think that they would actually do it but there they were, turning your cabin in the woods into a mini fortress. At one point, Wheeljack sat you down and showed you how to wire and defuse a bomb. Ratchet almost blew a gasket until Wheeljack got you some safety goggles to show that he was being safe with you. That didn’t save him from having to dodge a wrench being thrown at him but it made you giggle so he felt that it was worth it.
It was almost the afternoon before Bumblebee finally got to spend any time with you. He was missing having a human companion and the second that Ironhide put you down to work on something with both servos, Bee took the opportunity to have another human to hang out with. He transformed with you into his alt mode while Wheeljack and Ironhide gave him the nastiest looks imaginable. He would deal with that later. For now, he wanted to enjoy your company. He drove to the other side of your property where he transformed and offered to let you play a Cybertronian game. He pulled out a large device and played a round to show you how it worked. It was essentially the equivalent of an alien Gameboy with a rhythm game. You had to smack the buttons to get enough force to push them down and it turned into a major upper body workout. You weren’t very good at the game but you still enjoyed yourself. It didn’t help that you couldn’t read the words in the game to know what was going on or that Bumblebee was too busy jamming out and encouraging you that he couldn’t translate fast enough.
The day turned into a much needed break for both you and the Autobots. You had quite a bit of fun playing with and learning from them, only taking breaks when absolutely necessary. Optimus allowed the team to stay for another night in the field after you basically begged him and the others to stay. He was glad to see that the team was having fun and he knew that the mission could wait. He also couldn’t resist the look on your face as you asked him so nicely. He was just as bad as the rest of his team and he knew it.
That night, he came to your window again. It was clear that you were already expecting him. The curtains were open and so was your window. You were staring at him expectantly and he couldn’t help but feel pleased that you wanted to hear more about him and his world. He told you a bit more about his life before the war. He told you about the time that he knocked over a stack of hundreds of data pads on his first day on the job and how clumsy he was when he was young. You didn’t believe him at first and he found it very amusing. He told you about the first artifact that he catalogued and about the first bot that he helped find something in the archives. He told you about the games that he would play for recreation and about what his home looked like.
It wasn’t long before you began dozing off. Optimus liked you. He enjoyed telling you stories and he liked that you were a good listener. He liked that you got along with his team and didn’t mind that they were so different from you. He sighed contentedly as he watched you sleep and once again tucked you so that you would remain comfortable throughout the night. He was thinking about the lullabies on Cybertron when he went back to the others to recharge. He would have to sing one for you the next time that the Autobots visited you. He was sure that you’d be interested in hearing it but he knew that you wouldn’t understand the lyrics. He would have to think about how to remedy the situation.
The beginning of the next morning went similarly to the morning before but this time, you were much more comfortable with the aliens hanging out in your meadow. The upgrades to your house were finished fairly early and you had to admit, they were very cool. Would you end up using them? Almost definitely not. Did you appreciate the time and effort that Wheeljack and Ironhide put into them? Absolutely. Ratchet showed you how to disable the flamethrower while Wheeljack and Ironhide were explaining to Optimus why each upgrade was entirely necessary. He decided that they were fine because they were just to keep you safe and had Jazz link to the camera system so that they could make sure that you were okay and that there was no Decepticon activity.
Jazz had snuck off earlier and brought you back the same flavor of slushie that you had gotten on your drive together the day before. He liked how your eyes lit up when he gave you the frozen treat and carefully uploaded some Cybertronian movies and shows to your television so that you could see some of the things that he thought that you’d like from before the war. Bumblebee butted in, eagerly recommending his favorites and telling you about the plotlines of each of them. Jazz also uploaded some Cybertronian music while Bee was chatting with you. It was obvious that he wanted to expose you to their culture and show you just how wonderful Cybertron was. Bee was just happy that you was talking with him.
Windblade didn’t pick you up without permission so you showed her some of your favorite articles of clothing. You basically put on a fashion show for her while she oooo'd and ahhhh’d at your clothes, all while keeping an eye on the way that the necklace that she gave you moved as you walked. She loved that you were wearing something that she made for you. She had decided that you were her very favorite human and that she would get you something to wear every time that she saw you. She carefully took notes on your size of clothes and shoes and smiled at the idea of finding you an outfit that matched her paint color.
It was time for them to leave at noon. The declaration from Optimus was met with many sighs but each bot understood that it was for the greater good. The mission had been put off for as long as possible. All equipment was packed up and each of the bots said their goodbyes to you, promising to visit when they had time and giving you plenty of careful pats on the head, back, and shoulders. You could tell that they all meant it. Before they left, Optimus approached you with a small tablet-like device. He squatted down and offered it to you. You carefully took it and examined it. It looked like the data pads that you had seen the others reading on before but much, much smaller. You looked up at him with a tilted head and he couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t seem to ever not smile when you were involved.
“Little one, we Autobots would like to remain friends with you. All of us have thoroughly enjoyed our time with you. If it would be alright, we would like to remain in contact with you. We would like to be able to communicate ideas and stories with you more easily so Wheeljack has created a Crybertronian language training module loaded onto this data pad. It will teach you our language. Please do not feel pressured to learn all at once. We simply have many stories that I would like you to enjoy that are poorly translated into any Earth tongue. The data pad will not lose its charge before we are able to return and it has a feature that will allow you to speak to any of us, should you require any assistance. You have been a most gracious host and we would like to convey our gratitude with this gift.” He explained.
He paused for a moment before speaking a bit more hesitantly this time. “I hope you will contact me, even if there is not an emergency. I would enjoy conversing with you further in the future and I know that the rest of my team feels the same way.”
You were surprised but eagerly agreed, promising to call and to practice so that he can tell you stories soon. Optimus was pleased with your answer and his smile became wider. You were a breath of fresh air to him. He gave the orders to roll out and you waved as you watched them all go. Once they were out of sight, you wandered back into your living room and began your first Cybertronian language lesson.
Optimus was a bit sad that he would not be able to see you for a while and knew that the rest of the team felt the same way. They were much quieter than usual and the usual playful banter was replaced by a sullen silence. His voice was curious as he made his request.
“Jazz, can we get a status update on the little one?”
Jazz quickly checked the footage from the cameras and felt his spark warm. He spoke in a happy tone, clearly pleased that you were already learning how to communicate better with the team.
“The human just started their first lesson. They seem very eager to learn about Cybertron.”
That kicked off plenty of chatter within the team. The Prime was very pleased. They had been able to find someone to boost their will to fight and he knew that they all were eager to finish the next few missions so that they could have the reward of seeing you again sooner. He also figured that if you were doing a lesson so soon after they had left, it was likely that you’d call soon. That made him even more pleased.
Hi! I loved your batfam fic! Do you have any take on platonic yandere superman? Much love!
Wide Eyed
Platonic Yandere! Superman x GN! Blogger! Reader
Wordcount: 1764
AN: He's an idea that’s been swirling around in my brain for a while now. Thanks for the ask!!! I was truly delighted when I saw it. This is pretty short and mad self-indulgent but I like the vibes so I hope you don't mind. Be prepared for this to turn into platonic yan Superfam eventually. Also, Lois keeps her last name while married and I’ll throw down over that. Not beta read or proofread.
TW: Yandere behaviors, mentions of kidnapping, delusional behavior, stalking, somewhat realism, big man having no sense of proper boundaries and being a teeny tiny bit stupid, infantilization, mentions of SuperBat
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Clark didn't want to overwhelm you. He knew that you were delicate and that he should do everything in his power to keep you comfortable. He kept you from getting crushed by a spare chunk of rubble during a fight one time and from that moment on, he was absolutely enchanted by how cute you were. He didn't know your name or anything about you but when you looked up at him with those teary, scared eyes, his heart stopped. Rationally, he knew that you were an adult but whenever he saw you, that part of his brain shut down and his instincts screamed at him to protect the child. Kryptonian biology had always been a mystery to him but his urge to raise and care for his children was strong. This somehow included you.
After meeting you, he knew that he had to know absolutely everything about you. He managed to find out who you were and where you lived. He realized that breaking into your apartment was wrong and would be bad for the parent child relationship that he needed to build so instead, he used his X-ray vision to look through your walls to see what kind of things you like. He thought that your stuffed animals were the cutest things imaginable and promised himself that he would buy you more.
He always kept an ear out for your voice and perked up whenever he heard you saying something cute or happy. He also kept an ear out for your heartbeat and tried to keep track of what helped you stay calm and what didn't. It always helped to ease his mind when your heartbeat was steady and even and he loved falling asleep to the soothing rhythm. It made him feel better that you were safe and comfortable, even if it wasn't with him.
Eventually, his noninvasive check-ins weren't enough. He needed to know more about you. He figured out where your parents lived and would use his X-ray vision to look through your baby photos. He'd hover in the stratosphere so that no one would see him and simply oooo and ahhh at how adorable you were. He checked over all of your parents' belongings and after listening in on them for a while, came to the conclusion that you would be better off being adopted by him and his family.
He knew that Lois knew that something was up. She was an incredibly smart woman and a very skilled journalist. She was going to find out eventually. Clark was putting off telling her until the perfect moment where he knew that he could convince her. Kara would most likely say that he was an idiot after she was introduced to you. He knew that Conner would probably not react all that well and that it could go either way with Jon. He would have to figure out the perfect way to introduce you to the family. No, to your family.
He also had to figure out the adoption process. It wasn't like he could apply to adopt you from an orphanage. You were an adult living alone so there would definitely be a learning curve to teaching you to be okay with relying on your new Dad for help. He wasn't entirely sure how he could bring you home either. He figured that the opportunity would present itself eventually and he’d rescue you and become your new Dad. God, every time he thought of you calling him Dad, he couldn't help but smile.
He then developed the brilliant idea of introducing you slowly after watching a video on acclimating fish to a new fishtank. After watching a video about introducing rescued puppies and kittens, he had an addition to said brilliant idea. He decided that he would first take you to the Fortress of Solitude to let you adjust to being with him without you hurting anyone's feelings. He had watched you for long enough to understand that you could be aggressive when you were afraid but it wasn't like you could hurt Clark of all people. He was okay with you taking out your frustration on him, though it would have to to stop eventually, but he never wanted you to be mean to his wife or the rest of your family.
He had also decided that after you had been behaving for a while and not causing any trouble, he would be able to bring you home to meet the rest of your family. He would make sure to give you a blanket or two from Jon, a hoodie from Kon, a stuffed animal from Kara, and he wasn't sure what to give you from Lois but he knew that she would pick out something wonderful for her newest kid. He got the idea that if you were to get used to their smells like a new puppy, you would be much calmer when you met them. Even after being raised on Earth, Clark still doesn’t always entirely understand how humans work. He would have everyone help to make your new room while you got adjusted to the idea of not only having a new father but new brothers, new grandparents, a new aunt, and a new mother. He was sure that you'd be happy with them and that they'd be happy with you. He needs to run it by his wife first but he thinks that it’s brilliant.
His plans were entirely derailed when you walked into the Daily Planet building. He listened in as you spoke to the receptionist and acted like he was working on an article.
“Excuse me, I have an appointment to meet with Lois Lane for an interview.” You said confidently.
His heart melted. He was always so proud of how polite you always were to service workers.
“Oh, I have you down for a 3:00 appointment. Go to the eighth floor and then go left.” The receptionist responded.
You thanked him and went to the elevator. Clark immediately began panicking. He knew about your blog where you interviewed people and wrote about your opinions on current events. He read every single update but he didn’t realize that you would interview his wife of all people. He thought that it was a less serious hobby of yours. He loved how curious you always were but he felt like this was a bit too much for him right now.
He tried to duck down in his cubicle while you walked past but he could tell that you were going to have trouble finding the office. Everyone did. He almost jumped out of his skin when you spoke to him, too engrossed in his thoughts to hear you approaching him.
“Excuse me but I can’t find Ms. Lane’s office. Can you please help me?” You asked.
“Oh, sure! I’ll lead the way.” He said in an attempt to be smooth.
He carefully guided you with a gentle hand on your shoulder, steering you in the right direction as he pointed different things out in the office. You nodded politely as he chattered but he couldn’t help telling you all about everything! Any father would be happy to show his kid around his workplace, especially one that’s so safe!
“So, what are you seeing Lois for?” He asked, forcing himself to be casual.
“I’m going to ask her about her experiences with Superman. He seems really nice and he saved my life at one point but I wanted another perspective on his character. It wouldn’t be good to write an article without hearing what other people have to say. Other than Batman, she’s interacted with him the most, from what I understand.”
“Oh, so you aren’t going to interview Batman?” He said teasingly.
You just stared at him for a second like he wasn’t all mentally there.
“You think I can just go… Get an interview with Batman? Even Vicky Vale hasn’t been able to manage that.” You said incredulously.
Clark winced. He didn’t mean to come off as dense but he had to lean into it now.
“I think you can do whatever you put your mind to, kiddo!” He said warmly.
You just stared up at him for a second before blinking a few times and replying with a quiet and incredibly weirded out, “Right… Gotcha…”
After you had disappeared into Lois’s office, he had half a mind to fly directly into the sun. He had embarrassed himself in front of his precious child the very first time that he met them officially! He didn’t have time to dwell on it thanks to a loud crash coming from downtown. He made sure to make a quick excuse and went to the men’s room, where he changed and flew to go rescue the civilians in the area.
Handling the situation downtown was a long and drawn out endeavor. He did his best to limit the amount of property damage and the only civilian injury was a scraped knee. Once everything was done and wrapped up, all he wanted to do was go see his wife and check on his new kid.
Clark has just flown into Lois’s office and began pulling the spare set of clothes that he kept in her desk over his costume. He carefully ruffled his hair and put on his press badge before glancing up to see you standing there, wide eyed. You had probably been grabbing something from his wife’s office, most likely your water bottle considering how often you left it behind places, and you had seen him. He waited for the flash of a camera or something of that nature but there was nothing. He just stared at you and you stared back.
“So… You're Superman.” You stated.
It was obvious that you were in shock but you were taking this much better than he had expected. He thought that you would scream or something. He always wondered what you would do when you found out that your new dad was a superhero. He decided to play it off and be as friendly as he always was.
“Yep!” Clark replied brightly.
You carefully opened your bag and pulled out the little audio recorder you always carried with you before pressing start.
“Are the rumors about you and Batman being married or in a long term, serious relationship true?” You questioned seriously.
Clark choked on his own spit. He was incredibly surprised but also proud of you. You were already showing signs of taking after him and your new mom and becoming a professional journalist!
I think Jason Todd would see fruit as a luxury because he only got it on special occasions before Bruce adopted him. Gothamite fruit sellers open a bit earlier than they usually would because they know that he'll just break in if they aren't open. He's careful about the way that he selects each carton of berries and each bag of fruit. He's perfected the art of finding the ripest ones. When he gets home, he carefully washes each one, making sure to rinse off any dirt and bugs. He takes the time to slice them into pretty shapes and patterns, eating the scraps to keep them from going to waste. He keeps some fruit for himself but he always gives you the very best ones. He'll never admit it but he watches videos of cute lunches that mothers make their children to get ideas.
Once he's arranged it all on a tray, he carries it to your room along with a glass of juice. He gave you the nicest room in his apartment and filled it with books and pretty things for you to spend your time on. It's a cozy room, your bed filled with soft stuffed toys, pillows, and blankets and your floor covered in rag rugs that he spent days making. The walls are covered in bookshelves filled with books, many of them from his personal collection. He loves sharing with you. He smiles as he watches you sleep for a few moments, just like he does every morning. He thinks that you look so cute when you're resting, but then again, he always thinks that you're cute. He sets the tray on your nightstand and then kisses your temple. He sits on the edge of your bed, expertly avoiding the chain leashing your ankle to a loop bolted to the wooden floor. He gently begins shaking your shoulder to wake you up.
"C'mon, precious. Open those eyes. It's time for breakfast." He murmurs affectionately.
He knows perfectly well that you'll probably fall right back asleep once you're done eating. The sun has only barely started peaking through the smog of the city. Jason's never minded you going back to bed. He's just happy to take care of you.
Now I need a continuation of platonic yandere Damian wihh Bruce turning Yandere
An idea squiggled into my brain. What if Alfred has a day off and Bruce has to feed his kidnapped intern son's new bestie/nanny combo?
Part 1
Alfred’s off doing whatever Alfred does when he has a day off and the rest of the kids are all off doing some mission or other. That leaves you, Bruce, and Damian in the manor together. You’re chained up again after breaking a window in an attempt to get out. Bruce is paying you ten times your usual salary and while that would normally be nice, it comes at the price of being glommed on by the clingiest preteen that you’ve ever met in your life. He doesn’t allow anyone but Bruce and Alfred near you, at one point stabbing the hand of one of his brothers for trying to touch the stuffed animal that he gave you. Your room is directly next to Damian’s and sometimes you wake up to him standing ominously in the doorway in the dark. You aren’t exactly a fan. He ends up curling up next to you, muttering something about how he never has bad dreams but that he’s sure that you do, before falling asleep.
Bruce is usually the one to find you both in the mornings. He’s much less anxious about not finding Damian in his room now that he knows where he’ll always be. He likes that Damian has someone to go to for comfort, even if he’s clinging to you whenever he’s not at school or on patrol. As time goes on, he starts to appreciate you more, especially today. Bruce had managed to set eight separate pancakes on fire, as well as a gallon of orange juice. You were watching the entire time and you didn’t even see what he did to make that happen. You’re sitting on one of the bar stools while Damian complains to you.
“Mother never burnt any of the food that she cooked for me. Father is not exactly adequate at the task of cooking. It’s very unfortunate but we can’t all be good at everything.” He says as he peels and slices an apple for you.
You grunt in response. You aren’t gagged this time. You just don’t feel like talking. Damian doesn’t mind. He starts trying to feed you the apple by hand, poking it at the corner of your mouth until you get annoyed enough to let him feed you. You take a bite, chewing slowly as you watch Bruce set yet another pancake ablaze. Once you’re had enough of eating apples and breathing smoke, you decide to do something about the mess in front of you.
“I can make it. I don’t want to get food poisoning.” You mutter, your chains jingling as you get up and walk toward the stove.
You make blueberry pancakes fairly quickly while Bruce quietly cleans up. He watches as you set a pile of them on a plate in front of Damian and ruffle his hair. Bruce pauses for a moment. You remind him so much of Jason from before the accident. Sure, you’re a bit grumpy sometimes and you have a tendency to give out some nasty side eyes but you’ve never once behaved particularly harshly towards Damian, even after you were kidnapped. He watched the security footage of the night that Damian took you. The boy had injected you with something at your apartment and then dragged you down to a car that he had stolen from the garage. He drove you to the manor and the rest was history. While you’ve cussed at Bruce, you always keep your words age appropriate when Damian is there. He can’t help but think that you would make such a good older sibling for his son. Children need a sense of normalcy, especially when they’re in this family. You’re patient and kind and whenever you curl up to watch those documentaries, you remind him so much of Jason when he’d read after school.
He’s so distracted by his thoughts that he barely notices when you clunk down a plate of pancakes in front of him too. You go back to cooking as Bruce looks up at you. An adoption would be the perfect cover as to why you’ve disappeared from work.
