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🤠 Current hyperfixation: Transformers ~I only write fluff~

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PSA

Just wanted to let y’all know that I truly am working on two transformers chapter based fics atm

One of them I have absolutely no direction or plot for so it’s sorta just turning into a “slice of life” type deal and going through interactions with a bunch of different bots (very fluffy) it switches POVs so I’m hoping it doesn’t turn out super confusing

I have a terrible problem with getting hyperfixated, writing 5000 words and then taking like a six month break (if that happens just assume I’ve kicked the bucket until further notice LOL) so I have no clue how long it’s gonna take but I’m waiting to write at least a handful of chapters before posting one at a time so that if I do need a break I can take one hahaha I also have a problem with not being able to write out scenes I’m imagining in my head, which is where a lot of my writers block comes from

The other one is an Optimus x reader that DOES have a plot (up until certain point in my head then idk what to do after 😅) but I’ve hit a writers block with it (sad) but(!) it explores a topic I’ve not read happening with Optimus before (plus it features an OC of mine 😏) so I’m excited to continue writing it when I get the inspo back

Anyway, just know I am working on stuff and hopefully will have something out soon 🤞

Thank ya for reading! Y’all have a great day now 🤠♥️

An edit to add that I’ve started yet another chapter based fic…..so that tallies up to three at once now 😅 whoops

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Prisoners Of The Highways And Byways

Various!Transformers x fem!reader oneshot part two

Just straight up tooth-rotting fluff, like so fluffy it’s probably cringe, the bots are so in love with you it’s pure cotton candy level tooth-rotting lol and ofc pet names, as always

Optimus’ deep voice calling your name softly is what stirs you awake. Blearily, you sit up from the cab bunk and rub your eyes. It’s barely morning on your second day of travel, sun not quite peaking over the horizon, turning the sky a powdery blue.

You can see what looks to be a truckers rest stop in the middle of the woods just out of the windshield. A few different colored freight haulers parked in the lot.

Optimus answers before you can ask,

“Ratchet and I have decided it best to stop at a small rest station for you to refuel and stretch your legs.”

You hum noncommittally, still groggy.

“How long was I asleep for?”

Ratchet answers through Optimus’ speakers,

“Nine hours and thirty seven minutes. You’d seemed exhausted before you’d laid down, so we agreed to let you sleep till we found a place for you to get some nourishment.”

You reach your hands above your head, stretching the muscles in your upper back, causing a few pops as your shoulders and back cracks.

A sleepy smile spreading across your face as you respond to Ratchet,

“Thank you, Ratch. Just what the Doctor ordered, yeah?”

You hear him snort, making you chuckle as he mutters something about “obstinate patients” and “wouldn’t be so exhausted if they actually listened”.

“Love ya, Doc.” You simper.

“Yeah, yeah, love you too, Dearest.” He snarks with no real heat to his words.

Making your way to the passenger seat with a silent laugh, you see the rest of the team parked around you and Optimus.

“Well, well, well,” Jazz hums, “Good morning, Pretty Lady. Lovely seeing your sweet face first thing.”

Static crackles over the speakers as Bumblebee’s radio clicks to a song,

“Hello! My baby,

Hello! My honey,

Hello! My ragtime gal!”

Smiling giddily, but still a little tired, you stretch again, only to cringe as your stomach growls.

Optimus hums,

“Go get something to eat, my Dear. We still have many miles to travel.”

You reach into your bag to grab your wallet, counting how much money is left. You’ll definitely need to find a job when you get to your new destination.

Optimus’ door opens for you and you shiver at the brisk morning air, grabbing your hoodie to throw it on.

As you exit, your legs wobble slightly when your feet hit the ground. You steady yourself with a hand against Ironhide’s door, amusement lilting his tone, yet gruff voice soft only for you as he speaks,

“Careful there, Sweetspark. Slept so long ya forgot how to walk, huh?.”

“Oh, very funny, ‘Hide.”

You snicker lightly and bump your hip against his front bumper. His engine revs and you can hear his chuckle through the sound.

Chime sounding as a middle aged gentleman holds open the door for you, you thank him quietly as an older lady looks up from her crossword book and greets you with a kind smile, voice raspy, “Good morning, sweetie. How are ya?”

You exchange pleasantries, use the restroom, then move to collect some food and drinks for the rest of the ride. Luckily, this rest stop had some fresh fruit in a couple baskets by the counter. You grab a few of them, along with a cup of coffee and a breakfast sandwich. Watching the older lady make it with practiced ease. You spot your favorite candy bar at the counter being sold two for one, so of course you grab two.

“Is that your husband out there? I see a lot of long-haul truckers coming in here. Some of them bring their wives on shorter trips. Reminds me of my Randy and I, all those years ago.” A wistful look glosses her eyes as you huff a nervous laugh.

“Something like that.” You say, sneaking a glance at the blue and red Peterbilt sitting outside, blush threatening to spread across your face.

As she rings up your items, she continues the conversation,

“The man sent you in to do all the shopping, eh? Typical. Let the lady do all the work to feed everybody.” She rasps a good natured, hoarse chuckle before continuing, “I’m just messing. We do what we can for the people we love, huh?”

You chuckle along with her, glancing out the window at your bots.

“That’s right.”

Bumblebee flashes his headlights at you, noticing your attention. You shake your head with a fond smile while you pay. Thanking the lady and wishing her a good day.

You carefully make your way to the door, hot coffee and bags full of food and drinks in hand, where yet another middle aged man, holds the door open for you.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing! That blue and red rig all yours?” He whistles a low note as he stares at Optimus’ alt mode, “Whole lotta truck for a little lady!”

Snickering, he doesn’t wait for you to answer, “You have a nice day, little missy.”

You flounder a little before mumbling a awkward,

“Oh, uh. Thanks. You too.”

Sliding into the space left between Optimus and Ironhide, Optimus opens his door for you and you stash the bags in the floorboard. You stretch a few more times, loosening up some joints and popping others, before climbing back into the passenger seat with a yawn.

The seatbelt slips around you and squeezes slightly, bringing a small, serene smile to your face. You sip on the coffee, the chill still clinging to you from outside slowly losing its bite, and carefully unwrap the breakfast sandwich as Optimus leads the group back onto the road.

You all drive for a short piece before Ironhide’s voice cuts through the quiet atmosphere of the cabin, more growly than normal,

“You alright, Darlin’?”

Mouth full of sandwich, you mutter a confused, “Yeah, why?”

“Saw that man talking to ya at the door, thought you looked a little uncomfortable afterwards. He didn’t say nothin’ crass to ya, did he?”

You swallow before you answer, corner of your mouth lifting at Ironhide’s protective nature,

“Nah, just a man being a man.”

You take a water bottle out of one of the grocery bags and rearrange to sit cross legged in the seat, sipping on the cool beverage,

“Asked me if, and I quote, “That blue and red rig” was “all” mine. And then said, “that’s a whole lotta truck for a little lady”.”

Rolling your eyes, you say,

“Called me a “pretty little thing”, too.”

Optimus’ voice rumbles through the speakers then,

“Well, he was right about two things.”

Lip quirking up and brow raising, you ask,

“And what’s that?”

There is no humor in Optimus’ voice as he answers, only soft reverence,

“You are, indeed, very pretty. And, I am in fact, all yours.”

Your eyes widen as a bright red dusts your cheeks. Caught off guard, you laugh breathily as you try and think of something to say.

Before the silence could turn awkward, Jazz and Bee interrupt. Bee playing some love song through the radio as Jazz growls an animalistic sound,

“Me-ow! Who knew Prime had such smooth moves!”

Face flaming red, you laugh heartily, finally gathering your bearings to reply,

“You gotta stop being so sweet, Op. My teeth are gonna fall out.”

His chuckle is deep and melodious and a comfortable silence settles a second later.

Eventually, you finish your breakfast with a sigh, watching as the sky lightens more and more, fluffy clouds beginning to dot the vast blue.

You hum some random pop song that somehow got stuck in your head, eyes following Bumblebee as he changes lanes ahead of you, and Jazz taking the lane he left.

Ironhide rolls up to the passenger window and you cheekily wink at him, making him blow black smoke as his engine revs loudly. His voice is gravelly through the speakers when he speaks,

“Ya know, Prime, I think you got one thing wrong.”

Not waiting for a reply, he continues, voice dropping lower,

“It ain’t just you that’s all hers.”

Again, a red flush spreads across your face at Ironhide’s husky laugh.

Hearing Bumblebee’s radio crackle a,

“You got-that right!”, the song “My Girl” by The Temptations begins blaring through his speakers, Jazz crooning along with the chorus, deepening your already blazing red blush.

You laugh,

“I think you guys just like tormenting me.” Placing your hands over your heated cheeks you scrunch your nose, suddenly quite bashful.

Still flustered, you squeak out a plea to the resident medic,

“Ratchet, help a girl out here!”

His chuckle gives you zero hope of any help coming from him.

“Can’t say I disagree with them, Doll.”

“Oh c’mon, Ratch! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

After quite a few hours and more stops at gas stations and convenience stores, you find it finally beginning to darken out, little stars twinkling in the evening sky, the moon full and bright.

A contented sigh escapes you as you bite into a candy bar and watch the scenery blur by from the safety of Optimus’ cab. You rub a hand down the inside of the door handle and the seatbelt tightens in response.

A silent show of affection between you two.

Nearing midnight now, yawns start coming more and more frequently. You hear Ratchet clear his throat and before he could say anything, you speak with a slight laugh,

“I know, Doc, I know. “Go to bed.” Yeah, yeah, I’m going.”

You rinse your mouth with mouthwash before bedding down and wishing the bots a goodnight. You get a goodnight back from each, along with their preferred pet name for you tagged on the end.

You fall asleep with a smile pulling at your lips as the low rumble of Optimus’ tires across the road lulls you into a feeling of peace and security.

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I’m alive you guys!! Still working on those chapter based fics but I decided to write a second part to “Prisoners of the Highway” so I can have something else out there for yall to enjoy…I’m gonna be so honest though, I’m not 100% happy with how this turned out BUT oh well hahaha

I hope you guys do enjoy this one anyway!! I absolutely adore fluff (if you can’t already tell) so I may go overboard with it sometimes lol but hey, you need some completely and utterly tooth-rotting fluff every now and then, am I right?

Thank you to @aurox031 for giving me the idea of writing a second part!!

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Fic/edit be so good sometimes I just gotta pause and hit this face for the imaginary audience

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It always makes me chuckle a little when I see someone say “I don’t own Transformers or anything related to them” before a fic

I get *why* they do it but I’m waiting for someone to be like “nah I own all of them. All of them are mine. They each have personalized collars and food bowls and get treats regularly….except Starscream,,,he is Evil™ and Bad™ every day and gets sent to stand in the corner”

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Prisoners of the Highway

Various!Transformers x fem!reader oneshot songfic

No warnings, just straight fluff and pet names

Song: “Prisoner of the Highway” Ronnie Milsap

On the run from who knows what government agency wants the Autobots eradicated now, you sit in Optimus’ cab weary and drained from the constant running and hiding.

But, as you gaze out of the windshield and onto the dark highway illuminated by headlights, then to the rearview mirrors, watching Ironhide, Jazz, Bumblebee and Ratchet keep pace with the semi, you realize there’s no place you’d rather be than right here with them.

You don’t know where the bots have decided to head to next. You just gathered what you had and hopped into his cab when Optimus had rolled up to the hideout in a hurry, saying we needed to leave, now.

With a sigh of contentment, you close your eyes and lean back into the seat, settling in for the long haul.

Optimus must take your sigh for one of negative emotions, as his low voice rumbles through his cabin calling your name softly,

“Are you alright?”

A small smile pulls at the corner of your lips as you answer,

“Yeah, I’m fine Big Guy, just a little tired.”

He hums a low tone at your reply, waiting a moment before speaking again,

“You may use the cab bed, if you wish to rest. I’m afraid it will be a long journey to our destination.”

“Thank you, Optimus. Unfortunately, I think I’m in that stage where I’m too tired to actually fall asleep.” You give a gentle, but genuine, smile to his rearview mirror that’s now focused in your direction, “I’ll definitely be taking the bed later, though, if you don’t mind?”

“I would not have offered, if I did, my Spark.” Is his softly spoken reply.

You rub a hand down the inside of the doorhandle as a quiet ‘thank you’ instead of verbalizing it.

A lull in conversation settles the cabin in silence as you look out the passenger window, watching the desert environment and yellow road signs pass by in a blur.

Optimus’ low baritone breaks the silence again, “Would some music help?”

Interest piqued, you nod, “Yeah, actually. I think it just might.”

His radio lights flick on with a click.

“You may choose the station that you believe will help best.”

Smiling as you lean forward to turn the dials, channels crackle by with different songs and radio hosts, none catching your attention, until you hear the name ‘Ronnie Milsap’ spoken by a very southern man.

“…One a’ my favorite songs a’ his is comin’ right up. Here’s ‘Prisoner of the Highway’.”

A wry smiles graces your features at the irony as you turn the volume up a couple notches and sit back with a subtle chuckle.

Soulful electric piano and drums fill the cab as you tap your fingers against Optimus’ door panel to the beat.

Ironhide’s rough voice crackles through the radio, humor lighting his tone,

“Didn’t take ya for a country bumpkin, Doll. Ya got good taste.”

You catch the black truck in the side mirror increasing speed past the Autobot leader to take point out in front. Smiling at him as black smoke billows from his stacks as he passes, you hear him chuckle lowly through Optimus’ speakers.

Ronnie Milsap’s southern accent drifts into the song as you travel further towards your, most likely, temporary new home.

“Diesel powers eighteen wheels to rollin’,

As I pull it on to the interstate.

I've got thirteen hours to make my destination

And I don't want to stop to check my weight

There won't be no sleep for me tonight

No, I've got to be hittin' Tulsa by first morning light.”

Dry, red ground opens up and gives way to concrete and traffic cones as Ironhide leads the group onto a busy interstate.

A large green sign looms next to you and you barely get a chance to read it as you all fly past.

Las Vegas-Next Exit

”I'm a prisoner of the highway

Driven on by my restless soul

Call me a prisoner of the highway

Imprisoned by the freedom of the road.”

You raise both eyebrows as the next exit comes and goes. Wondering just where in the world these guys are taking you.

A bright spot on the horizon makes it look like the sun is rising, but looking at the clock inside Optimus’ interior tells you it isn’t even midnight yet.

Ronnie’s dulcet tones continue their serenade as you watch other cars speed down the five lane highway around you.

“I've run freight out of Wheeling, West Virginia

And US Steel from Bethlehem

I've rolled tobacco out of the Carolina's

California wines into Birmingham

Some people work just to survive, yeah

But up here in this cab that's when I'm most alive.

I'm a prisoner of the highway

Driven on by my restless soul

Call me a prisoner of the highway

Imprisoned by the freedom of the road.”

Jazz’s alt mode speeds up marginally to keep pace with you in the passenger seat, his sultry voice croons through Optimus’ speakers as you smile at him,

“Check it out, Little Lady. Las Vegas.”

Your eyes widen, mouth dropping open slightly, as the bright spot on the horizon finally comes fully into view. The electric guitar solo of the song turns the experience almost cinematic as Optimus notices your awe and rolls his windows down to give you a better view, while also turning the music up a few more notches.

You watch on, enraptured by all the flashing lights and neon signs of the oasis in this desert that is Las Vegas. Blinking and strobing away, it’s hard to focus on just one thing as your eyes flit back and forth over the mass of casino and bar advertisements.

Folding your arms across the top of Optimus’ door, you rest your head down and lean into his window frame. Running a hand softly over his dusty red and blue paint as a silent acknowledgment.

”I’ve got a wife living back in Tennessee

And she tries to understand the way I feel

I could give my hands to another line of work

But my heart would always be behind the wheel.

Call me a prisoner of the highway

Driven on by my restless soul

I'm a prisoner of the highway

Imprisoned by the freedom of the road.”

As the flashing lights of Las Vegas continue to try and mimic the sun itself, you bring your attention to the silver Autobot still speeding beside you and Optimus.

”Don't you know I'm a prisoner of the highway

Driven on by my restless soul

Call me a prisoner of the highway

Imprisoned by the freedom of the road...”

Smiling demurely, you pass a hand through the air, tracing Jazz’s silhouette. His engine growls in response, charming voice dipping an octave as he addresses you,

“Careful there, Princess. A mech might get the wrong idea.”

Laughing breathily, a series of voices brings your attention to Bumblebee revving loudly behind Jazz.

“Quit-hoggin’-all of her-attention!”

“Not my fault you were too slow to get up here first.” Goads Jazz, snickering as he speeds off.

Bumblebee’s radio sputters a burst of static, “Too slow? Too slow?! I’ll show you-too slow!”

Speeding closer, he turns his attention to you for just a moment, “Watch this,-Sunshine.”

Accelerating so quickly that his front tires lift off of the asphalt for a split second, he whirs a joyful, giddy sound and catches up to Jazz, fishtailing slightly before correcting himself. They exchange engine revs and growls, showboating as a few passerby’s turn their heads to see what all the commotion is about.

As Ronnie sings to ’let it play, let it play’, you watch on in amusement at the two as they throw friendly banter back and forth over the radio.

Missing one bot, you turn your head to look back, seeing the Autobot medic trailing just behind.

Ratchet flashes his headlights at you as you blow a kiss to the orange and white ambulance. He swiftly catches up and you grin at him, Bumblebee’s giddiness rubbing off making you feel light and ecstatic,

“Hi, Doc.”

“Hello, my Dear. Enjoying the view?”

Grin not leaving your face, you nod with a quiet, “Yeah,” as you look meaningfully at each of the bots.

Each of your bots.

“I am.”

Music fading away, Optimus turns the radio down as the broadcaster begins talking about why that’s his favorite Ronnie Milsap song and the memories he associates with the music.

Goosebumps rise up across your arms as you shiver, Ratchet’s voice coming through the speakers, in medic mode, as he notices,

“You’ll catch a cold if you leave the windows open too long. Go lay down and get some rest, Sweetspark.”

“Yes, Doctor.” You simper as you roll your eyes with a smile.

Ratchet ‘harumph’s with a barely concealed chuckle as Optimus rolls his windows up and turns the heater on with a low hum.

A comfortable quiet blankets the inside of the cabin as you sink back against Optimus’ seat. You feel the seatbelt tighten just the tiniest bit, bringing a warm feeling blossoming through your chest. Yawning, you look again at every one of the bots surrounding you, that warmth threatening to bring yet another giddy grin to your face.

Optimus’ low voice murmurs your name,

“I know it is not easy being here, with us. The constant moving and traveling, the uncertainty and danger.” A heavy pause separates his sentences, “It might be selfish of me to say so, but I am glad you are here. All of us are.”

You let that warmth engulf you now, smiling, and leaning forward, you lay a hand across his dash as you speak,

“Trust me Optimus, there’s no where else I’d rather be.”

Part two

This is my first ever posted fic pls be nice I’m nervous about it lol also please excuse if it’s in a weird format, I’ve got no clue how to work Tumblr so :D yeah hahaha I hope you enjoyed <3