#writing Optimus is a challenge

[tripleglitchwriting]

I saw that the request is open, so I thought. How about a first contact au with rotb optimus? I've always liked that old bot haha

Hell yeah I rewatched the movie for this. Sorry it took longer for me to actually write this than I anticipated 😅

Some Things Are More Important

CW: Unintentional fearplay, calling a person “it” (also unintentionally)

Ah, the junkyard. A beautiful array of scrap metal glinting under the sun day after day, perfect for welding and crafting. For the longest time the atmosphere of the place put you off, but your drive to create overtook your fear and replaced it with passion.

The day your life changed was no different than any other. You took your time packing your things, preparing to scavenge once again, though the evening sun was already threatening to advance further down the sky. You didn’t need much, it wasn’t a far trip and certainly not a difficult one. You left in good time, pushing down the uneasy feeling you got when you stepped outside the house.

There was a specific piece of metal you were looking for, one you saw a couple days ago but wouldn’t fit in your cart due to how full it had been. It was the perfect size and shape for what you needed, of course you had to leave behind the one thing you needed now, though it couldn’t hurt to pick up some other materials while you were at it. Masterfully navigating your way through the junk was a special talent of yours, one you were quite proud of, so it struck you as odd when a random truck showed up in the middle of the yard.

It was red and blue, one of those trucks that carried huge cargo boxes and were scary to drive next to. It was pretty beat up, though you can’t imagine why someone would leave it here of all places rather than a used car lot or something. Well, you thought, it wasn’t your problem, so you didn’t treat it as such. You simply continued your search. There were so many great pieces of metal, you ended up staying there until dusk, yet you still couldn’t find the one you were looking for.

Now that you think about it, it must’ve been where that truck was now. Maybe somebody moved it, or worse, took it. It would be a huge bummer to lose such a perfect piece to your puzzle, so you figured staying out to look near the truck wouldn’t hurt anybody.

After around ten minutes of picking through trash, you heard a sound. It wasn’t particularly loud, but it was unnerving to say the least. It sounded like metal scraping together so you brushed it off as the wind blowing on some light metal or something. Five minutes later it happened again, this time louder. Not long after it happened again, and by now you were getting pretty freaked out.

Taking metal from the scrapyard wasn’t particularly illegal, after all you’d learned how to do it properly from your law-abiding friends, however it came with a certain set of risks. Getting cut by rusty metal, stepping on a stray nail, or even getting robbed by someone who preys on scrap pickers like yourself. You didn’t want to know what the sound was and you weren’t about to find out, perfect piece be dammed. It was time to cut your losses.

You didn’t take two steps before it happened.

A strange, mechanical, alien sound rattled from behind you. You whipped your head around despite your survival instincts telling you to run immediately. Before your very eyes the red and blue truck started pulling itself part, little pieces forming a much, much larger figure. It looked nearly human really, if not for being impossibly large and also a robot truck.

A gobsmacked look etched itself on your face, not that you noticed it. You were a little preoccupied at the time, with the giant robot reaching a giant robot hand at you. Just then you realized there was a giant robot hand reaching at you, and you screamed louder than any horror movie victim ever could. The hand froze for a second, taken aback by your sudden noise, but when you remained frozen it continued its pursuit.

It was already too late by the time your body agreed to let you move. Incomprehensibly large fingers wrapped around your comparatively small form, gripping you tight enough to stop any struggles you tried to make. The thing held you up to its face, bright blue eyes shining like headlights in your vision. There were plenty of words that came from your mouth at the time, none of which were at any point comprehendible. To your utter shock, the robot seemed to notice this.

“Perhaps I have downloaded the wrong language pack… or I have found the wrong species…” It said to itself in a distinctly human voice.

“Wh- what the- what are- what are you?” Hooray! You got a sentence out. Your heart was not as excited though, as it felt more like it was going to pound out of your chest.

“So you can speak.” The voice boomed, knocking any hope you had of replying out of your throat.

“What?? What???” You rasped out, two words was better than none, you supposed.

“Did I… break you?”

“Did you- no, no you… didn’t. Please don’t.”

“I do not intend to bring you any harm, little one.“

“Then… stop squeezing… me” The grip immediately loosened. You took in a deep breath of air. “Thank you…”

“My sincerest apologies, I did not mean to hurt you.”

“That’s good to know… but, um, what exactly are you? I asked it before but… you know.” The robot nodded with you, a thoughtful motion but a generally unwelcome one because even the smallest moments it made caused you a bout nausea.

“Yes, introductions. My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots.” Optimus Prime… a strange name. Though it’s not like your current situation was any more normal.

“…I’m Whyen, nice to meet you. Could you… put me down, by any chance?” Optimus nodded, gently setting you down. He stood up again, but realized how much you had to crane your neck up to see him, so he resolved to a kneel.

“What are you.” However tough he looked on the outside, you would feel the sheer curiosity oozing off his voice.

“Uh, I’m a human.”

“Human… and you’re the dominant species on this planet?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“I see. I was lucky to find a vehicle mode with your language on it.”

“I… don’t really know what that means but ok. So, what are you?”

“I am Cybertronian, from the planet Cybertron.”

“Huh. Another planet.” You kicked by the oncoming existential crisis in hopes of more answers. “Right… so, if you’re from space, why are you here?” His face suddenly shifted from curiosity to a grim look of remembrance.

“There is a war on my planet. Me and my team have ended up here on accident, I’m afraid.”

“Oh… well, I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be, I have no intention of staying here longer than we have to, doing so could endanger this entire planet.”

“Wait, what? The- all- the whole planet?”

“Yes,” He responded in a low, distant voice. “Our enemies, unlike us, would not hesitate to destroy any planet if it meant winning the war.” You started at him in shock. In an attempt to avoid further panic, you decided to take a different route on questioning.

“Who’s ‘us’?”

“The Autobots, my friends.”

“So you’re saying… you’re leading your side of the war? Like a general?”

“Yes, to put it simply.”

“Wow… this is… a lot. How are you going to find your friends?”

“I… do not know. I was attempting to contact them before I noticed you.“

“Oh…”

“Do not worry. If the Deceptions attack this planet, we will protect it with our very sparks. A young species such as yourselves do not deserve to be punished for our mistakes.” Your expression softened. As this metal titan spoke to you, in gentle, deep tones, you felt strangely at peace. You felt silly for ever being afraid of him, like you’d known this alien for ages. He didn’t even know you, yet he was willing to risk his life for your home.

“…Thank you.”

“Do not thank me now, young human, I have yet to get your people out of harms way.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you going to be okay?” Optimus’s eyes widened for just a second before his face broke into a warm smile.

“…I will be just fine.”

“Well, if it’s my planet at stake… I want to help you.”

“Help me?”

“Yeah. I know more about this planet than you do, so I can show you how things work around here. It’s the least I can do.”

“That is very kind of you, you have my thanks.”

“Well, first I have to get home and sleep- my house isn’t too far from here, and I live alone so you don’t have to worry about anyone else freaking out. Not many people live around here.”

“That is good. I… apologies if I am too bold, is it okay if I carry you back to your home? It would be in our best interest to get to your home as fast as possible.”

“Ah, true. Well, I guess so.” He laid out his hand. It took you a second to climb on a stabilize yourself, nodding when you were ready for him to move. And he did, and you guided him all the way home. You hardly even noticed the junkyard and forgotten scrap metal you’d spent the night collecting.

Some things are more important.

#transformers #transformers g/t #tripleglitchwrites #g/t #transformers first contact #gn human reader #human reader #gn reader #optimus prime #first contact au #tripleglitch request #I pumped this out in one night #I wasn’t expecting to finish this so soon #but i’m not complaining #anyway hope everyone enjoys it! #writing Optimus is a challenge

[cybertroniannugget]

Snowball fight on base

Dec 14

Literally what's going on

The title pretty much gives it away.

"I prefer the old base actually...", Sam mumbled under his breath, but you and Mikaela heard him.

"Don't be a wuss, it's only cold if you go outside."

"He's scared of the Polar bears.", Mikaela snickers, adjusting her scarf.

You turn to look at your brother. "Polar bears...? In a severely feced, supervised and protected area like this? There are none here. Outside of the fence, yes but as long as you don't go there you'll be fine."

"Hrmph", was the only thing he brought out, regretting ever leaving the warmth of the base.

The three of you didn't walk for long, when you spot a group of bots and soldiers having an intense snowball fight.

After getting a closer look you noticed that there aren't any teams, just them throwing the cold bullets everywhere.

Before you could ask to join, a snowball hit Sam's arm. You take this as an invitation, bending down to grab some snow and running towards the battlefield.

Ratchet and Ironhide had a rather bitter 1v1, and you couldn't figure out what fueled it for the better of it.

"Alright, let's form teams.", you say looking into the round of bots and humans alike.

"I will not be in HIS team.", Ratchet states, shooting a glare at Ironhide, who already held two snowballs, one in each servo.

With that, the Medic walks over to Jazz.

"Fine, we'll win.", the weapon's specialist grumbles, staying next to you.

"Wait, you're participating Ratchet?", you ask rather confused.

Usually the medic distanced himself from such activities.

"If I can get some sense into this bot's processor I'll do this."

"That's the spirit.", Epps chuckled, standing next to the Medic.

"Oh come on Epps, that's betrayal!"

"That's what you get for eating the last coconut macaroon. Now that is betrayal"

He points at you. "You gotta make more of those."

You show a thumbs up at him. "Will do!"

"Come over here.", Jazz calls to you.

Shaking your head, you decline, forming a snowball in your hands.

"No chance, I wanna beat yo ass!", you yell, laughing.

You look over to Lennox, who walks up to you, armed as well.

"Alright everyone, walk over to the your team of choice.", Lennox shouted for everyone to hear.

"And keep it even!", you add.

After some rustling, uncertainty and more yelling, everyone had found their teams.

Your team consisted of Ironhide, Lennox, Mudflap, Jolt, Dino, Mikaela and 3 other soldiers.

Jazz's team got Ratchet, Bumblebee, Epps, Skids who was adamant on beating his twin, Arcee, Wheelie, Sideswipe, Sam

"That is not even!", Skids complains in frustration.

A snowball hits him right in the face.

"Cuz we ain't 20 people. We're 19 so live with it!", Mudflap shouts across the freshly formed battlefield.

This was the non communicated sign to let the fire begin.

In the span of 5 seconds, what was a peaceful spot turned into a storm of flying snowballs.

You realized that you didn't agree on any rules, the rather big snowballs hitting you being a cruel reminder of that.

"Try not to make the humans fly away with your throws!", Ironhide calls out loudly, saving your and the other human's behinds.

#transformers x reader #optimus prime x reader #optimus x reader #optimus prime #snowball fight #christmas #christmas writing challenge #advent calendar #shenanigans

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN a little after the 28th of November, 2016

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 15 (SS) – Week 17 (KO) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

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Hiding Out

"That'll have t' do." Smokescreen set aside the welder and laughed; he didn't find anything particularly funny, but he needed something to laugh at. "I'll probably have you looking like some kinda Franken-bot by the time you come 'round."

The comatose form of Optimus Prime remained silent as ever. Smokescreen sighed. "If you ever come around..."

For a moment, Smokescreen glanced at the dusty golden relic sitting in the corner, untouched since he had brought it to the cave.

He turned away. It was time for another scavenging run; energon was running low, and he was hoping to find better medical supplies.

Growing Up

The head of the small Decepticon army looked Smokescreen up and down. "You're  the Autobot's first line of defense?"

Smokescreen scoffed. "Nah. I'm just the guy who's buying time.

"I see. Trying to play hero, are you?"

"Nope. No heroes here. Just a bot doing what any soldier worth his training would do." Smokescreen paused, then laughed. "Wow... Finally growing up and prob'ly about to get myself killed at the same time. For me, that's kinda contradictory.

"Welp, one of those was bound to happen sometime. Might as well take down two with one blast." He took a stance, smirking. "Bring it on."

Thankfulness

It was a human celebration, and the kids were eager to have the Autobots partake in one of the celebratory traditions: stating what one was thankful for.

It took awhile, but eventually each bot was stating at least one thing they were thankful for, be it big or small.

Soon, it was Smokescreen's turn, and he had to stop and think for a bit.

Primus, there was actually a lot he was thankful for. He wasn't sure how he could even begin to tell these bots how thankful he was...

"I'm alive. I'm here." Smokescreen shrugged. "That's more than I could ever ask for."

Somewhat Familiar

As Smokescreen explained the tactics and strategies of the two warring squads in his drawing, complete with sound effects and exuberant body motions, Prowl watched the sparkling with a furrowed brow. He observed Smokescreen's high, stiff doorwings, and the way he lay the drawing pad flat on the desk and pointed sharply at specific points in the drawing.

Prowl became so caught up in his observations, that it took him a moment to realize that Smokescreen had finished.

"Well?" Smokescreen gestured to the drawing. "Is it good?"

"Yes," Prowl said absently. "Very interesting."

Smokescreen frowned, but left without saying anything more.

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #it seems that i still find myself enjoying quite a few of the smokey drabbles i had written over this particular bracket #ive always wanted to expand on the first drabble featured here in particular i think it has the potential for some interesting story stuff #maybe one day if i manage to discipline myself in terms of writing a longer project #transformers #transformers prime #smokescreen #tfp smokescreen #optimus prime #tfp optimus prime #tf prowl #wfc prowl #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

[in1-nutshell]

Hello again! I was wondering if you could do autobots and deceptions reacting to a buddy who is a special agent that in day to day life acts silly and mischievous but when it comes down to it (their missions) they loose all sense of silliness and will do anything to complete their mission. And when I mean anything, I mean they ate an entire horse heart to stay in character when they were on a spy mission. If not that’s totally fine, I just thought it sounded cool :) have a lovely day/night and remover to eat and drink something.

Cool challenge! I've read some writings with this trope, but never gotten to write one until now. Since no continuity was specified, I randomly chose one. If you want any specific continuity, please let me know with its characters. Trying some new writing styles, let me know if this is okay. Let us see Agent Buddy at work.

Hope you enjoy!

Autobots and Decepticons reaction to Human Buddy the agent who is very clumsy outside their job but opposite on the job

SFW, platonic, mention of violence but it is brief and not explicit, Human reader

TFP

Optimus Prime

He believes that Buddy is a good assist to the team/ family. The team met Buddy through Fowler as his partner. So, they have known each other for a couple of years.

During the time before the Cons showed up Buddy would make more visits to the base than Fowler and displayed some of their clumsier sides to them.

Buddy slipping on thin air.

“Do you require any assistance?”--Optimus

“No thanks Prime I’ll just be getting—”--Buddy

Buddy slips again.

“…I strongly urge you got to Ratchet for assistance.”—Optimus

Optimus found it a bit concerning the first few slips at the base. They seemed to slip on something random or on nothing at all. He had a conversation with Fowler about it.

“Prime?”--Fowler

“Greetings Agent Fowler. I wish to talk to you concerning Buddy.”--Optimus

“Did they punch themselves opening a pickle jar again?”--Fowler

“…I beg your pardon?”--Optimus

Fowler had to explain that that was how they operated outside of missions. Buddy turned into an extremely serious person when they had a dangerous job to do. They made sure that they got it done no matter what it took. That if they were being a klutz that meant that they were comfortable enough to show their true self.

Optimus a bit felt touched by this.

That doesn’t mean he stops worrying about Buddy when they end up slipping on a stray puddle.

The first time he sees Buddy serious was something he wasn’t going to forget.

It was if another being had possessed the fun-loving person he knew and replaced them with a hardened soldier doing their job with quick efficiency.

Much prefers Buddy being clumsy than what he witnessed.

“The mission has been accomplished. Thank you for your assistance, Buddy.”--Optimus

Buddy salutes.

“The danger is over for now. Let us go back to the base.”--Optimus

“Let go then Boss—”--Buddy

Buddy slips on a stray puddle.

“…Do you require assistance?”--Optimus

“…Yes please…”--Buddy

Ratchet

Questions how Buddy is even an agent. He has made some jabs about Buddy being a klutz.

He worries for them every time they slip or get hurt after one of their incidents.

Buddy missing the last step on the stairs falling on their back.

“Are you alright?”

“…Yep, just give me a second.”

He does get a one on one with Fowler about how Buddy works.

“How do you deal with them?”--Ratchet

“Deal with who?”--Fowler

“With Buddy and their messes. Its almost as if they do this on purpose!”--Ratchet

“Hey! Buddy does not do this type of thing on purpose!”--Fowler

CRASH!

“…Can someone help? I’m stuck in the wall again.”--Buddy

“Again.”--Fowler

“Excuse me, again!?”--Ratchet

 In a way Ratchet is touched in how Buddy seemed to be comfortable around them to show their true colors.

When he witnesses Buddy in Mission mode, he nearly does a double take. That person was not Buddy, but he knew it was them.

He has seen soldiers look like that too often.

The look of a battle harden soldier who has seen some horrific things.

Yet as if a switch were flipped, Buddy would be back being their usual self when the threats are over. Ratchet does eventually apologize for the harsh treatment from before.

He now carries two first aid kits for humans.

One for the kids and one for Buddy.

“It’s quiet.”--Ratchet

“I thought you like quiet?”--Bulkhead

“I do. But something is missing…”--Ratchet

“Like what?”--Bulkhead

“…What where’s Buddy?”--Ratchet

BANG!

“There they are.”--Ratchet

Bumblebee

He is concerned over Buddy.

Sure, he has his slip ups too, but never this often.

At one point he was their second shadow making sure that they wouldn’t get hurt. Or try and stop any potential dangers from happening.

“How’s it going Bee? Any luck with Buddy?”--Bulkhead

“Beep bop bep beeep bep beep beep bep bep beep bop booop bop. (I have stopped them from slipping on several stray puddles, catched 6 rubber band balls from hitting them and saved them 15 times from falling down the stairs.)”—Bumblebee

“Wow. Hey, where is Buddy anyways?”--Bulkhead

“Oh, they’re right—wait where--”--Bumblebee

SPLOOSH!

“Man! These were new pants too!”--Buddy

“…”--Bulkhead

“…”--Bumblebee

“Bee—”--Bulkhead

“BEEEP! (WWHHHHYYYY!)”--Bumblebee

He does express his concerns to Optimus, who in return, tells him about Buddy.

Bumblebee kind of wants to see them serious after that conversation. He wants to meet the serious Buddy and compare it to the Buddy he knows.

He did not like it.

Buddy when they got serious reminded him of the war all around him. They reminded him of fellow soldiers he fought with and loss.

He didn’t like these haunting reminders.

Is surprised how quickly the switch is but welcomes it wholeheartedly.

“Umm… Bee you, okay?”--Buddy

Bumblebee hugging Buddy close.

“Boop beeep bop. (Don’t do that again, please. I like this you not scary you.)”--Bumblebee

“What do you mean scary?”--Buddy

Beep bep bop. (Shhh! Don’t talk about scary you.)”--Bumblebee

Arcee

Like Ratchet, Arcee questions how in the world was Buddy even qualified to be an agent. Has witnessed many of Buddy’s blunders and has now become concern for their health.

She worried that there might be something wrong with them.

“Are you sure you don’t want Ratchet to take a look at you?--Arcee

“I’m fine! See, fit as a fiddle!”--Buddy

“…There’s a hole in your pants.”--Arcee

“…”--Buddy

She gets the Buddy talk from Optimus. Arcee doesn’t quite believe it at first. No one can flip a switch that fast, can they?

Buddy can.

Arcee very surprised in how fast Buddy went serious after falling from the railing 5 minutes ago. She takes stride in this Buddy; this is something she has worked with and has become familiar too.

But at the same time, it seems off.

There were things that she knew the Buddy she knew would be against, yet this Buddy was doing the exact opposite.

Strangely relieved that they go back to how they were before. She tries to find some logic to it, but eventually lets it be.

Buddy watch out!”--Arcee

“Watch—”--Buddy

Buddy gets nailed in the face by a beach ball.

“… Sometimes I wonder how you are an agent here.”--Arcee

“Same thing Arcee. Same thing.”--Buddy

Bulkhead

He is walking on eggshells around Buddy.

Bulkhead likes Buddy and all, but they give him mini spark attacks every time they get hurt.

Most of the time it ends up with him taking Buddy to Ratchet or giving them a first aid kit and asking if there was anything else he could do.

“Are you sure this is all you need? I can always get you to Ratchet.”--Bulkhead

“Thanks for the concern, Bulkhead, but I’m fine.”--Buddy

“You missed the second step at the top of the stairs and faceplanted on the ground.”--Bulkhead

“And? I’ve done worse things than that.”--Buddy

“Care to elaborate?”--Bulkhead

“Nah.”--Buddy

Bulkhead does question from time to time about them being qualified for being an agent but remembers that if they are Fowler’s partner then that meant that they brought something good to the table.

When the switch is flipped, he thinks that it might be an imposter. Bulkhead thinks its another fake Wheeljack incident all over again.

The Buddy he knows isn’t that serious.

But it is them.

The look in Buddy’s eyes is too familiar to him. He had seen that look all while he worked in the Wreckers.

Hard eyes, No remorse eyes, Dangerous eyes.

Bulkhead is on edge the entire time Buddy is like this. He is so glad that they go back to their normal selves.

He does ask Buddy about it after the whole ordeal is over.

“So… what was that all about?”--Bulkhead

“What thing?”--Buddy

“The thing when we were on the mission. That thing.”--Bulkhead

“Oh, I just get a bit serious, that’s all, no harm.”--Buddy

“You threaten to beat a MECH soldier with their own arm if they didn’t give you the key card.”--Bulkhead

“Yeah? Its just a little serious.”--Buddy

“…We have different definitions of serious Buddy.”—Bulkhead

Wheeljack

When he met Buddy, he thought they were a random klutzy civilian. Wheeljack did not expect them to be an agent like Fowler.

He silently questions Buddy when they meet again but has learned better to judge someone’s first impression.

“So, you’re Fowler’s partner?”--Wheeljack

“Yes, and you’re Bulkhead’s partner?”--Buddy

“Yes, I am. Though you don’t look like an agent.”--Wheeljack

“What makes you say that?”--Buddy

“Your hand is stuck in the vending machine.”--Wheeljack

“I paid for my muffin. I’m going to get my muffin.”--Buddy

Wheeljack gets the Buddy talk from Bulkhead. He thinks at first that Bulkhead might have been exaggerating when he said that it was as if Buddy turned into a different person.

He wrote it off as a laugh.

Until he saw the change himself.

It was a bit unsettling, but he doesn’t have much time to poke at it

He sees the changes in their body language and the shift in their eyes.

Wrecker eyes.

Commander eyes.

Soldier eyes.

Like Bulkhead, Wheeljack is happy that Buddy gets back to normal. He does understand that Buddy wants to keep certain things out of their personal life, but it was scary to say the least.

“Buddy?”--Wheeljack

“Wheeljack, fancy meeting you here.”--Buddy

“One, I live here. Two, how did you get inside the vending machine? There’s not even a dent in it?”--Wheeljack

“I work in mysterious ways Wheeljack, now if you’d be so kind and pass me the crowbar.”--Buddy

Ultra Magnus

Magnus actively questions why Buddy is an agent.

They held no backbone, no discipline! They give him a spark attack every time they move awkwardly.

“Ultra Magnus, sir.”--Buddy

“Soldier… may I ask how did you get into this situation?”—Ultra Magnus

“Well, it involved a banana, some orange juice, a broom, and a Roomba with a switch blade.”--Buddy

“…”—Ultra Magnus

“… You regret asking, don’t you?”--Buddy

“I regret asking.”—Ultra Magnus

Magnus comes from a good place but the way he says it comes off the wrong way. He gets the talk from both Fowler and Optimus.

He somewhat understanding afterwards.

Magnus had seen some fellow soldiers act like this before, but it seemed like millennia ago. He is the easiest to transition with when they flip the switch. Afterall, he had some experience with bots that acted similar to this.

He secretly doesn’t like this change.

While he can appreciate the seriousness needed for the situation, it felt as if he where fighting alongside a stranger rather than a fellow companion.

He relaxes a little when Buddy goes back to normal.

Magnus does apologies to Buddy for the comments earlier.

“…”—Ultra Magnus

Buddy hanging upside down from some wires they got tangled in trying to get a paper airplane down for the kids.

“…”—Buddy

“Tell me the story later…”—Ultra Magnus

“Okay, Magnus.”--Buddy

Smokescreen

Nervous and excited are two words to describe him when he is with Buddy.

Nervous because he genuinely thought that Buddy was dying the first time, he was exposed to their shenanigans. Excited because they were as up tight as the rest of the team, and they were an agent.

“So how did you and Fowler meet?”--Smokescreen

“Well…”--Buddy

“They ran into the wall right by our boss’s office. They had a bloody nose and I helped them with it right before our boss said we would be teaming up.”--Fowler

He has defended Buddy’s actions to teammates that have made a slight jab at their clumsiness. This was before he knew about their more serious side. Smokescreen thought that it was just their personality, nothing more.

It wasn’t until he accidentally made an insensitive comment about Buddy’s personality does Optimus give him the talk. Smokescreen honestly doesn’t believe it for a second. He thinks it’s a team prank.

There was no way that Buddy would act like that, ever. He eats his words when the switch is flipped.

Smokescreen is floored with how Buddy starts acting.

Buddy starts acting like a hard-core commander, like the ones that were on Cybertron and he does not like this.

Smokescreen physically exhales when Buddy goes back to normal.

He makes sure to apologizes for the comment later.

“C’mon Buddy we have to go!”--Smokescreen

“Coming ‘Smokes. I’m—”--Buddy

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“…Are you dead?”--Smokescreen

Megatron

Megatron has only managed to capture Buddy one time and he has to say that they are a hard thing for an organic.

There is some respect earned after the round of torture dealt with. He believes that they are just another hardened soldier by the way they acted around him during their time together.

He does a double take when he sees surveillance footage of them slipping and face planting on the ground.

He has to ask Soundwave that if that was the human he tortured not too long ago.

Megatron is in denial that that klutz is the war harden organic that he tortured.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“That’s not them.”--Megatron

Starscream

Starscream was the bot that was in charge of torturing Buddy.

He had to admit it, but Buddy was a tougher nut to crack compared to the other human pet. This one didn’t pass out till much later than the other one.

But Starscream hated this one. They had the bearings to call him out while they were getting tortured.

He was familiar with the look in the humans’ eyes.

Cold and unforgiving eyes.

Eerily similar to of Lord Megatron’s own optics.

He swears to squish that human again when he gets the chance. Starscream is convinced that the human on Soundwaves surveillance is simply another human.

All humans look the same anyways.

That human did not have the same look in their eyes.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“Tsh. Humans are such a klutz.”--Starscream

Soundwave

Soundwave took a bit of a liking to this human.

The human had some witty banter and an air around them that was all too familiar on the Nemesis. He can respect them so much.

A soldier to a soldier. The eyes tell everything.

He found the surveillance footage of them outside a remote convenance store slipping on a puddle. Soundwave shared it with the rest of the higher ups.

Not many believe that the human was the same one that was on board the Nemesis not so long ago. He knows its them and is a bit curious about who they really are now.

Maybe a visit could be required…

Buddy slips on a puddle.

Soundwave saves the video for later.

Knockout and Breakdown

They don’t know too much about the human that was recently tortured and rescued.

All they know from the gossip vine was that this one not only didn’t squeal anything but also made comments on Starscreams ability to torture.

Knockout as much as he doesn’t like Humans does want to meet them.

Breakdown meet them too. Anyone who has the bearings to talk back to Starscream is okay in his book.

They saw the surveillance of a human falling in a puddle and are confused.

They don’t get that it was the same human that was there.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

“Ow! That looked like that hurt.”--Breakdown

“Those pants are definitely ruined.”--Knockout

Dreadwing • Dreadwing had heard stories about the human that back talked Starscream over a torture session. • He never meets them though. Dreadwing does not have time to deal with this sort of thing even though it does spike his interest a bit. • He doesn’t think too much about the video of the human falling. • Everyone falls what’s the point?

• Buddy slips on a puddle. • “…Okay?…”--Dreadwing

Shockwave

Shockwave doesn’t know the human existed until Starscream came in to complain about them.

He doesn’t care about them. They have no part in his projects or the cause.

Shockwave sees the video and is one of the first to link it to the previous human that was tortured.

Though their behavior was… illogical for such an agent of their stature.

Simply illogical.

Buddy slips on a puddle.

Shockwave’s illogical senses go off.

“…Illogical…”--Shockwave

Predaking

Predaking hears about this human pest from Starscream’s whining and the gossip vine in the Nemesis.

When he manages to get a hold of the data pads to gain knowledge about himself and his brethren, he also saw the footage of the torture session. Never had he felt much pity for an organic life form than at that moment.

He found himself cheering at the human talking back to Starscream but also wincing when the blows were delivered.

The next video he saw was the same human slipping on a puddle.

He is confused.

How could the fearless human from the previous video be the same as the careless human that couldn’t even move past a puddle be the same.

He is going to visit them one of these days to get an answer.

“This is Autobot base—”--Ratchet

“GET SOMEONE HERE NOW!”--Buddy

“Buddy!? What’s going on!?”--Ratchet

“YOU’RE DRAGON IS CHASING ME! HE’S ASKING SOMETHING ABOUT A VIDEO? I DON’T REALLY KNOW! GET SOMEONE HERE, NOW!”—Buddy

“Human, are you and the one on video the same?”—Predaking

“WHO ARE YOU?!”--Buddy

#transformers #transformers x reader #tfp #maccadam #tfp x platonic reader #human buddy

[weenwrites]

Tfp optimus, tfp predaking and tfp megatron meeting an eastern dragon reader that's been asleep in a lake for thousands of years guarding an ancient powerful cybertronion relic at the bottom of the lake? (You don't have to do this. I just want to see their reactions to meeting an actual dragon. Have a good day)

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Optimus

He has always made a point to respect other lifeforms, no matter who or what they are, and a dragon makes no exception. Initially, he approaches with caution and tries not to aggravate the creature in any way. He'd wish to avoid taking the relic from the dragon by force, but that doesn't mean he won't if the times call for such action to be taken. Especially underwater, where his movement and range are dampened severely by the water resistance, one wrong move and he'd be lucky to escape with just a scratch.

Predaking

In the murky waters, he'd initially mistaken the dragon's blurry figure for another predacon, yet it doesn't take him long to realize that isn't the case. He's a tad disappointed, but he doesn't let this distract him. He refuses to fail the mission he's been assigned, and so he doesn't hesitate to challenge the other dragon for the relic, even in their own territory where they have the upper hand.

Megatron

Megatron doesn't think highly of earth's lifeforms, and he isn't afraid to get his hands dirty if it means to eliminate someone that stands in the way of him and the relic. He won't stop until he takes it, and if it means that he has to behead this dragon, then so be it. However it proves to be much more difficult than he initially anticipated, but it's nothing to gawk over, he's experienced worse in the pits of Kaon.

#tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #tfp optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #tfp predaking #predaking x reader #tfp megatron #megatron x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #weenwrites

[cyberrose2001]

TFP Optimus x fem!Reader

Requested by @musicalmedli, who wanted a continuation/re-write of this fic -> read here

sorry it took so long! (literally months oop, writers block is an ass)

I wrote the smut first and asked questions later, so apologies if the flow is off a bit.

also is this an excuse to write reader and OP 69ing? yes maybe shut up

Warnings: OP seducing reader, mostly dom!OP, fem human reader, 69 position.

Word count: 1976

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT READ

Some time had passed since your embarrassing encounter with Optimus, and things around the base had been quite unusual, to say the least. Not only has Optimus been practically attached to your hip, but he’s also started behaving very strangely around you.

He smells nice, like he had somehow nabbed a fresh bottle of cologne. His frame looks cleaner and more buffed out than usual. One would say that the red and blue mech had taken more interest in the upkeeping of personal hygiene, which isn’t hard to believe. But what is hard to believe is the increasing amount of subtle winks he gives you when no one else is around.

You aren’t sure what’s got into him or why he constantly asks how your day was with a renewed suave. Maybe it might be better to confront him, but that thought seems to have manifested in reality as your phone pings a message from Optimus.

“Please meet me in my quarters.”, it reads.

Well, aren’t you the psychic?

-

This was probably expected coming from the recent behaviour of the Prime, but the shock never leaves your face as you close the door behind you and step into his candle-lit quarters.

Optimus is mass-displaced, slumping in a chair facing you, pedes half crossed on his knees, giving you a slight glimpse of his inner thighs. A forearm rests on the armchair, digits tapping rhythmically as if to send you into a trance. His other servo drapes lightly on his thigh, brushing against the inner protomass. You gulp, raking your eyes over every inch of his frame until you meet half-lidded optics. Soft but unquestionably oozing arousal.

You try to say something, anything, but your mouth runs dry from the pure, unfiltered sex radiating from him. Optimus notices and his thin-lined dermas curl up devilishly.

“Good evening,” Optimus hums, “Apologies for messaging you abruptly, but I’d like to talk with you if that is all right.”

From his body language alone, you’re sure that he didn’t call you here just to ‘talk’. But you digress; it could be something important. So, you nod, stepping into the dimly lit room.

“Uh, yeah. It’s ok. I wasn’t busy anyway,” You walk up to him with the hesitance of a newborn doe, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“I suppose there is,” Optimus leans forward once you’re standing directly in front of him, his elbow on his knee, and holy fuck is he hot, “Can I just say how utterly bewitching you are?”

A pause, “M-Me? Surely not. I think you’ve got the wrong gal.”

“Was it not you that I attempted to court to forestall your leave?” Optimus tilts his helm, digits drumming on his knee, “It worked, did it not?”

You need to be very careful with your following words because the look Optimus is giving you right now screams, ‘If you say yes, I’m gonna fuck the brains out of you and give you the best orgasm of your entire life’. Which doesn’t sound too bad right now; your loins are on fire, and it’s becoming increasingly harder to think straight.

“I know you harbour feelings for me,” Optimus pushes his servos into the armrest and stands up. He then crouches down to be at eye level with you because even when mass-displaced, he still towers above you by a solid foot, “Say the word, and I will satisfy you enough to last you a lifetime.”

Your legs are about to give out, but that’s ok because you’ve taken the liberty to wrap your arms around his neck. Faces so close now that you’re breathing in his ex-vents, “Is that a challenge?”

Optimus’ optics dim, giving you the most sultry grin that rivals the sun. He wraps his arms behind you and picks you up, and you instantly wrap your legs around his waist, “Is that… your permission to proceed?”

You’re in too deep now. Slowly, you nod and cup his faceplate in your warm hands, inching closer and closer, “Yes.”

You close the distance to his dermas, and he fucking growls. His grip on your ass is firm as he returns the kiss with the intensity of a firestorm, glossa pressing against your tongue in an act of dominance.

After gaining your full permission and miraculously without breaking the heated kiss, Optimus throws you onto the blanket-covered berth behind you, thanking Primus that he had organised the soft landing before your arrival. And also a bit suspicious that he had fully expected to seduce you to get into your pants or lack thereof; because Optimus had clawed at them before you even had the chance to break the kiss and catch your winded breath.

You’re entirely at his mercy, with nowhere to run as he cages your upper body with his gorgeously robust forearms. His optics glow in a tantalising turquoise as he rakes them down your body, hungry and lustful.

While he soaks in the sight of you below him, it gives you time to appreciate how damn handsome he truly is. The soft orange glow of the candles highlights every crevasse, every perfect imperfection that he somehow missed buffing himself out for you. He’s gorgeous, and the faint smile he gives you tells you that he damn well knows it.

Optimus flirtatiously laughs before leaning his helm down to press a tender kiss to your neck, ex-vents like a gentle breeze on your skin, “You have no idea how long I have yearned for this.”

Feeling his glossa pressing against your neck, you softly moan, lulling your head to the side for more access. You can feel him suckle slightly, and your breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut. He’s marking you, and you have no choice but to submit yourself to him.

Well, maybe you have some choice. You remember Optimus trying to flirt with you via a very raunchy pickup line, not having any idea what it even meant. This might be your opportunity to give him a hands-on experience; you just have to tug the breaks slightly on this dominant Optimus train.

“-hggff- Optimus,” You gasp out and reach up to gently push his chest away; removing him from your neck was like Velcro, “Wanna try out that… position I told you about?”

Optimus hitches his breath. Ever since you whispered those lewd words into his audial receptors, the thought of you lying atop him as he indulges in your heat for the first time while you do the same for him makes his spark flutter, “I will not lie. It’s been on my mind for quite some time… I suppose we could attempt it.”

The whole reason it’s been on his mind in the first place was that you were the one who planted that thought in his processor, and now you just realised exactly why Optimus had been acting like a love-struck puppy around you. He fucking researched it, and it got him majorly flustered.

Optimus digs his servos beneath your back to cradle you and flips himself over, with you now draped across him. You sit up and make work of stripping the remainder of the clothes Optimus hadn’t shredded, and when you rip your bra off, his servos instantly press against your chest.

“Mmmm, these are delightful,” Optimus purrs, digits kneading into your plump flesh, “So very soft…”

You bite back a moan before pulling his servo away from you, “I know, but let’s not get distracted, hm? You can play with them after.” You then maneuver yourself so you face first with his interfacing array, which you notice is already bowed out; your breasts squishing against his abdominal plating.

“I see you’re already excited; wanna show me?” You purr as you palm him, drawing delightful shivers from him. You kiss his groin, and he nearly bucks up into you in excitement.

Optimus doesn’t hesitate to expose him to you, groaning as his thick spike unsheathes itself from its housing. And you’re fucking drooling. It’s gorgeous, has a slight lean and is absolutely rock hard, staring right at you.

You’re not the only one drooling. Optimus’ optics are laser-focused on your dripping pussy; it entices him to dive right in. He moves his servos to grip your ass cheeks, massaging them gently.

“Primus, what a sight to behold.” He breathes out, and the warm air tickles your heat. He leans in, flattening his glossa to lick a thick line from your clit to your hole.

“F-Fuck…” You gasp out, leaning your hips into his intake more. The way Optimus is lapping at your folds is very distracting, and you almost forget that you’re supposed to be returning the favour.

You grab his spike, running your fingers up and down in tandem with his glossa. It’s softer than you thought, similar to the malleable protomass beneath his metal exterior, and you can’t wait to get your mouth around it. You stick your tongue out and lick from the base to the very tip, and you can feel Optimus groaning into your heat as you do.

Feeling confident, you wrap your lips around his tip and apply gentle suction. You swirl your tongue, lapping up the pre-cum already spilling down, and you moan at the taste. If you’re not careful, you might get addicted to it.

You can’t say the same for Optimus, who drinks you with a fervour akin to someone lost in the desert and has discovered water for the first time in weeks. He wraps his arms around your waist, forcing you almost entirely to sit on his face. His glossa delves into your hole, and you cry out around his spike.

You’re almost thrown off him when you do, the vibrations from your throat sending an electrical shock through his hips as he bucks into your mouth. He’s deepthroating you now, and you must be a snake of some kind because this shouldn’t be possible unless you’ve unhinged your jaw.

“I’m sorry,” He takes a breath, pressing kisses to your sensitive bud, “I can’t -aggh- help myself. Your intake is so tight.”

“Keep going, Optimus,” You pop your mouth off him, using one hand to stabilise yourself on him and the other to pump him feverishly, “I’m so close, f-fuck.”

As soon as those fluttery words leave your mouth, you’re straight back to sucking his spike with all the strength you have left. Optimus has also continued his assault on your clit. He swirls his glossa and wraps his dermas around it, and you’re fucking done. You cum on his glossa so hard it’s like an explosion on your nervous system, rocking your hips against him involuntarily.

Optimus pushes your hips further onto his intake and tightly grips your waist as his own overload overtakes his senses, the rush of cum flowing onto his glossa combined with your relentless sucking being just enough to send him over the edge.

He overloads right into your throat, and you’re determined to swallow every last drop. You push his spike past your gag reflex, tears filling your eyes as the rush of stickiness overflows into your cheeks and past your lips, dripping down his spike as it spasms against your tongue.

Once you feel he’s completely finished, you pull your mouth off and gulp. There’s so much you couldn’t, but you mentally pat yourself on the back for swallowing what you could.

Optimus releases his hold on your waist, allowing you to manoeuvre yourself so you’re facing him again. And holy fuck, seeing his face drenched in your fluids is almost enough to make you cum again.

He gives you a dopey smile and wraps his arms around your waist, “That undoubtedly exceeded my expectations. Should I try to seduce you again someday?”

“I don’t think you need to,” You breathlessly chuckle, “You’ve already got me hooked.”

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp optimus #tfp optimus x reader #tfp optimus x fem reader #tfp optimus x human reader #valveplug #cyberrosewrites

[bots-and-cons]

Aye! can I request a Tfp X reader where the reader has the ability to go to other universes (like videogames, aus and other stuff) and they accidentally put team prime into the minecraft universe and has to defeat the ender dragon to get out. (also they have to fight in classic minecraft style)

I love Minecraft, it's my favorite game and I've been playing it for like ten years. I play it almost everyday if I have time, even if it's just for ten minutes between school work. This was a bit challenging to write because I had to do it from the perspective that they’re all players in a way. I only picked five bots, since it’s easier to manage and these still ended up pretty long

•You’re the minecraft pro in this situation and well the team is absolutely clueless

•Sure they’ve seen you play it on your laptop before, but to be in the game? Nononono

•It just happened by accident, and you sort of pulled the team in with you

•So you all get plunged into this darkness and before you knew it, there’s a familiar blue sky with connected cube clouds

•You look around and realize there are five other players around you and they’re all looking around, very confused

•Minecraft skins don’t have a very good resolution but you do recognize everyone, since they’ve got their colors and even though it’s a very simplistic teh designs are obvious

•Everyone is pretty much freaking out, because they have no idea what’s going on and they can’t pull out their blasters

•They can’t transform either and that’s super weird to everyone

•You’re pretty much laughing, because you’ve been in the Minecraft universe before and you know how to get out

•You start explaining how things work and everyone starts punching trees

•Bee is very excited to get a sword, even though it’s just a wooden one

•Like everyone gets all the necessary tools, but Bee is mostly focused on the sword

•Bulk really likes the pickaxe and Arcee’s swinging around a sword as well

•Optimus gets an axe and he’s very efficient at cutting down trees

•You tell him that you need to survive the night and that you need to kill some sheep so you can sleep, which everyone is appalled by

•Optimus is especially not on board with the idea, but he doesn’t protest after you explain you’re basically in a game and that they’re not actual animals

•You don’t manage to get beds for everyone so you can’t sleep the night away and have to fight the mobs and build a little wooden hut

•You build while the others try to keep the mobs away

•Bulk gets blown up by a creeper and barely survives, and Arcee gets has a bit of trouble with a skeleton

•Ratchet fights zombies and luckily no one manages to look at an enderman

•You get the tiny house built and you’re all huddled up inside of it so no one takes too much damage

•You tell them that even if they die in the game, they’re just gonna respawn and have to keep going

•You start making progress with the game and you end up in they caves to find diamonds

•You’ve instructed them all what to do and how to survive best and even though the cave adventure ends up being all mayhem

•Creepers, spiders, zombies and skeletons all around

•When you get out of the caves Bee sees a bee floating around and he’s just pointing at it and buzzing, because it’s so big

•He tries to pet it which obviously doesn’t end well and he gets super sad when it stings him and dies

•You teach them to use bows and swords and ender pearls

•You venture to the nether with the team and Ratchet falls into lava immediately

•You’ve got keep inventory on, so no stuff was lost but he screamed the whole way he fell

•He has to survive in the overworld alone while the rest of the team is in the nether with you, because he can’t find the portal

•You get the blaze rods from the fortress and the ender pearls from the warped forest and you’re out

•Optimus has just been doing what  you’re telling him, because he wants out of there and you seem to know best

•You finally get to the end and you’ve assigned tasks to everyone, Bulk and Optimus are going in with the axes for the crits and Bee with the sword

•You and Arcee are going to take out the crystals with bows and shoot the dragon until it comes down

•Ratchet is on enderman watch and trying to keep you all safe from them with water buckets and by killing them

•You finally get to jump through the portal and you’re back at the base

•The little adventure feels like it was a fever dream and pretty much no time has passed in the real world

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #arcee #bumblebee #bulkhead #optimus prime #ratchet #tfp headcanons #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

[riskyraiker]

Idk if tumblr removed my request from you or you decided to ignore it but anyways I'm going to request it again??

So I saw your post with xmen x tfp with a mutant reader, so I think you can do this request. Basically, reader is Charlie's younger sister from Hazbin Hotel and she is in a relationship with cons/bots. What would be Optimus and Soundwave (you can another character if you want) to their s/o being the Devil's daughter, is she actually evil as the myths portrayed? What is she doing here on Earth? There will be so many questions.

You can just ignore this if you want.

Oh I apologize, I saw the request, but I'm having trouble organizing school, freetime and writing. So here I wrote this now quickly but efficiently as possible😭😭I wanted to add Megatron and Ratchet to this aswell so I hope you don't mind!

Y/N Morningstar (Lucifer's daughter)

You were just minding your own business on earth since getting back to hell wouldn't be a problem. Hiding your s/o and their team from humanity was pretty challenging but boring since you're so used to go outside a lot or have something keeping you entertainted. These days only the best part was hanging out with your S/o You have told them about who you're related to, but they don't get human things like hell or heaven yet.

Optimus prime

He didn't understand at first that if you're the daughter of lucifer means that you're a powerful royal being.

He does search your name but only finds mythology about you which he thought wasn't true.

Telling him who you were with a long speech gave him time to process what or who you actually are.

He still loves you the same don't worry about that.

The moment he realizes the mythology he read about you was actually true was when you were furious. Megatron almost beated optimus in a fight.

You looked exactly like the pictures he found of the princess of hell.

He was happy that you weren't pure evil since you're from hell.

He did wonder why you were on earth as a royal demon. Whatever your explanation was, he was content with it.

WARM KISSES!!!!

If he anytime goes somewhere cold for a mission just please heat him up.

No PDA in public, but go around the corner and he's clinging to you

IF! IF your demon form is tall as him! hugs....just hugs.

As long as you're good and treat everyone with respect, you're the perfect couple of the eons.

Ratchet

Didn't believe one piece of scrap you spoke or what he found on the interent.

Once he sees you lose your temper and light things on fire on accident he thought he hasn't recharged enough.

Explain your situation to him and he's really confused.

Supports you anyway, he doesn't care if you're a rare being from hell etc.

he still wonder about one thing: you're from hell where everyone is bad, evil, done sins etc. how come you're so nice and such.

He might have had a spark attack when you changed into your demon form using fire.

His attitude might have changed to somewhat nicer. Definitely not because he doesn't want to get melted.

No PDA. NO! NOT ANYTHING WITH ANYONE AROUND. He likes loves privacy.

Small kisses and smooches if he's working with no one around will make him slightly happier.

Literal princess treatment :D

Warm him up PLEASE.

If your demon form is taller or as tall as him, he WILL be flustered after even one simple hug.

Doesn't question why you're on earth, gladly.

Megatron

Finds you interesting, but doesn't believe everything you say right away.

Asks Soundwave to find information about this thing called hell and it's beings.

Soundwave

You won him over the moment you lose your temper and the whole room is in flames.

If he finds out you might be more powerful than him he might get angry or jealous.

Asks can your dad (lucifer) to join the decepticons. (He ended up going to knockout for new three fingers)

Questions why are you on earth and not in hell ruling your realm.

He treats you with respect. You're a princess so expect some royal treatment!

He loves your demon form. It looks intimidating and strong.

Might give small PDA sometimes if he's in a good mood enough. Privately? He actually shows that he loves you :D

He's cold all the time! Warm him up and make him less angry thank you!

Wants to see how strong you actually are.

No words (no pun intended xD)

He didn't believe you at first ofc none of them did.

Finds your mythology quite interesting yet foolish until he discovers you're really a royalty from hell itself.

Confused why you're so sweet and nice yet being from hell; the place of sinners.

If he ever shows you a heart on his screen it has little devil horns on it like yours<3

He doesn't do PDA except head pats and taking you with him around the ship. Softie

If your demon form is tall or taller than him pick him up, he might struggle to focus on work again (megatron can do his own work for primus sake!)

Treats you the same, but is protective of you, doesn't care if you can take care of yourself.

If you miss your dad or hell. He gives you a smiley face on his screen and tell you to go visit your home!

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AN: Motivation just punched me in the face :D hope you enjoy! Feel free to make anothe request<3 also if anyone here has read anything from me before thank you for the support! It keeps me going:)

#optimus prime x reader #soundwave x reader #tfp x reader #ratchet x reader #megatron x reader

[rowiewritesstuff]

Hello! I saw you were taking requests and I was wondering if you could write a fic or a small prompt in T.F.P. where the human!reader is new to the team and is very outgoing and flirty but shy around her curhses and she becomes friends with her teammates as an agent herself? Maybe O.P. becomes smitten after a while with her? Hmmm? And everyone just notices and teases them about being a couple when they aren't, but they're both in denial and drunk shenanigans ensue with the reader being drunk and flirty towards him and teasing him? ^^ You can always add anything new of course! I got this idea when reading fluff and the song "Moves Like Jagger" kind of reminded me of the potential dynamic? Especially, the- "Take me by the tongue And I'll know you Kiss til you're drunk And I'll show you"

TFP Optimus Prime X Flirty! Reader

Mentions of Drinking Alcohol! 

Hope this is okay lol

Fowler had brought you into the fold simply out of desperation- the poor man just wanted to take a vacation and all of the paperwork prevented him from doing so. He knew that while you weren’t always professional, you were the best damn agent they had.

When you were introduced to the bots, the first thing you said to Optimus was “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” while winking.

Agent Fowler immediately face palmed. 

You became quick friends with pretty much all of the bots. Arcee because of your war stories, Bulkhead because you always had time for his ‘stupid’ questions, Ratchet because of your aptitude for Cybertronian medicine, and Bumblebee because you were just generally friendly. Optimus was hard to make friends with at first because of his reserved personality, but you both discovered your shared love for reading.  

You and Optimus often read books at the same time and talked about them- like a book club, but just for the two of you. For someone who takes almost nothing seriously, you are very intelligent. He sees why you are one of the best agents.

While they all became friends quickly, that didn’t mean they supported your flirting. You would often flirt to ease an awkward silence, or lighten the dark mood that so often sets on the base. 

There was a great victory against the Decepticons- a mine was taken right from under their noses which led to a lot being added to their reserves. Some of the energon was of a higher concentration- to which you learned was called high grade. 

Optimus noticed that the morale in the base was low, despite getting a great win against their foes. This led you to suggest a party. So a party he had. All of the kids were sent home early, and you drove with Bumblebee to pick up vodka and some mini-shot bottle shots. 

Once you got back to the base, you all began the party. Somehow, you managed to get the normally serious Prime to have a drinking challenge with you. So there you were: chugging down straight vodka while Optimus chugged an energon cube. The other bots (with Ratchet being the loudest somehow) began cheering. You beat Optimus much to everyone’s surprise. They didn’t think a small thing like you could beat them in any drinking game.

Once the excitement of the drinking game calmed down, everyone but you and Optimus went to bed. 

You both sat across from each other talking about your pasts. What you did before you came to be at the base and all that.

“You used to be an archivist? Like a librarian?” A grin pulled onto your face. "Can I get a reference number?” Optimus blinked a confused look. “So I can, y’know, check you out?” You slurred.

A loud bark of a laugh came from the Prime. “Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you’d never be a free person.”

You nearly spit up your vodka with laughter. “Didn’t know you could flirt, Op!"

An uncharacteristic smirk came across his face as he made his way over to you. He leaned down near your ear, and whispered “There’s a lot I can do.” 

You couldn't help the huge blush that covered your face as you suddenly got shy. "Better cool it before I have to kiss you!" You tried to maintain your cool persona, but when he leaned in and grabbed your chin you just melted into a flustered mess.

In the morning, Ratchet had the worst hangover. He grumbled as he made his way into the medbay, only to freeze. There you and Optimus were. Optimus was laying up against the wall at an angle while you laid on his chest snoring away. 

Ratchet couldn’t help the small smile that wormed onto his face as he left the room, shutting the lights off behind him.

#optimus x reader #fluff #alcohol #ratchet #autobot #tfp #tfp x reader #man y'all really want to kiss ratchet and op huh? #optimus prime #optimus prime X reader #drunken flirting #high-grade #high grade #maccaddam

[its-elioo]

A huge thanks to @yuki2sksksk for coming up with such brilliant ideas and for the amazing fanarts she did based on the 'Robots and Magic' crossover series

Context: After I posted the RnM Headcanons a few days ago, Yuki suggested a very adorable scenario between Bumblebee and Fluttershy. Since I adore them both very much and they have a special place in my heart, I had to write it down as a one-shot.

Plot: After the girl's musical performance inside the base, Bumblebee struggled to muster the courage to ask his charge for an autograph.

Words: 2.6k

Melodic Adoration

The deafening sound of a loud rock song echoed through the corridors of the highly secure military base, causing vibrations in the walls and floors as it filled the entire space with an energizing and exciting rhythm. The source of the powerful music was coming from the main area, where every Cybertronian and human was gathered.

A band consisting of seven teenage girls, also known as the Rainbooms, were energetically performing their original rock song while they were surrounded by their loyal and supportive robot companions, clapping their metallic servos and cheering for their friends. The Equestrian magic was activated the moment they began to demonstrate their abilities on their musical instruments. Their pony ears and tails suddenly appeared while the element of magic, loyalty and kindness also gained their feathery wings.

Each member played a crucial role in the band's dynamic sound: Twilight Sparkle shined with her captivating lead vocals, Rainbow Dash sent waves of thrill with her electrifying guitar solos, Applejack fastened the melody on bass, while Rarity added a touch of glam with her keytar. Fluttershy played with her delicate tambourine beats, Pinkie Pie's lively drumming and Sunset Shimmer's rhythmic guitar strumming all blended seamlessly, creating a harmonious symphony that resonated throughout the whole place.

Knock Out and Arcee were both leaning over one of the platforms while the rhythm of the melody made them slightly bob their helms in sync with it, clearly enjoying the small concert. Sideswipe, Smokescreen, Bulkhead, Grimlock and Spike were having the time of their lives as they were dancing and rocking around with energy and hyping the teenagers up. Meanwhile, the ones who had more control of themselves, Ratchet, Strongarm, Fixit, Optimus Prime and Bumblebee, stood a bit further behind as they watched the girls with intrigued expressions.

It took a lot of pleading for the grumpy medical officer to finally let them play inside their base, especially since he didn’t want to be distracted at all from his important work. He also had quite a hatred for loud annoying noises but after he decided to listen to their song, he realized it did not bother him as much as he first assumed. To his very own surprise, he even found the entertainment somehow pleasant.

Right next to him stood the young lieutenant who was trying his best to stay serious among his comrades, especially in the presence of his old Prime leader. But man, it sure was very challenging as a rock fan himself not to slightly tap his pede on the ground. During that moment, the small movement of his leg caught the attention of Optimus. His face-plate focused on the yellow Autobot who kept faintly moving to the rhythm of the song. The young Cybertronian’s optics soon landed on the staring leader and quickly stopped, returning to his firm position. The Prime’s intake formed a small smile and turned his helm back to the band. Bumblebee then decided to get distracted with something else.

As he tried to concentrate on their human companions, his gaze was mindlessly directed to his charge, Fluttershy, who was playing and singing along with her close friends. He felt a deep sense of admiration and fondness growing within him as he watched her joyful and carefree demeanor. Such instances were rare for him to witness, largely due to her timid nature. Wistfully, he longed for more opportunities to behold this side of her.

However, as their song reached its final crescendo, the girls gradually slowed down, letting the last chords hang in the air before the music finally faded away, leaving the audience in a state of amazement. Eventually, the whole Autobot team broke the silence with thunderous applause that filled the space with joy and gratitude.

“WOO YEAH!” noisily cheered Grimlock as he lifted his fists in the air, “That was awesome!”

As the rest approached, Strongarm commended, “You guys were fantastic!”

“Those are one heck of good talents.” delightfully added Bulkhead afterwards.

“My audials didn’t explode from the loud volume, so I suppose the song was rather… nice.” remarked Ratchet, mostly glad it was over.

Sideswipe looked at him in surprise, “Pfft, nice? Come on! That was hands down one of the most epic rock songs I’ve ever heard! Can’t wait till you girls officially release it.”

“I thought human musical performances weren’t so entertaining.” Fixit chuckled, “Glad that you proved me wrong.”

Sunset warmly smiled at them as she placed her guitar down, “Thanks guys, it means a lot.”

“Gotta say, we wouldn’t have done this great without yer encouragements.” replied Applejack.

While they kept on congratulating them, Fluttershy’s eyes settled on her guardian. A wave of uneasiness washed over him as he immediately repositioned his face-plate to a different corner of the spacious room, avoiding her gaze. It was then that his attention was drawn to a stack of posters featuring their rock band's illustrations, placed on the nearby table in their shared human area. The girls must have brought them earlier upon their arrival. As Bumblebee's processor whirred with thoughts, a small idea crossed his mind.

Perhaps he could work up the courage to ask her for an autograph?

The yellow robot continued to stare at the pile with a hesitant look.

…could he?

…

He shook his helm.

No.

Bad idea.

Realizing that it might make her feel uncomfortable made him reconsider, deciding it was best to just keep it to himself. At that moment, Smokescreen, who was standing right beside him, followed his close teammate’s glance and saw the printed pictures, “Hey.” the blue mech suddenly spoke up to the whole group, everyone focused on him as he pointed to the pile, “About those posters- can I grab one?” he questioned curiously.

“Sure, go ahead!” Twilight kindly responded, gesturing to the paper, “Feel free to take as much as you like, we have a lot to spare anyway.” Smokescreen grinned and went to the collection, cautiously picking up the one that was on the very top.

“We printed them out for the school event this week so everyone could come and join the concert.” informed Sunset.

“Do you- maybe have something to write with?” he inquired.

The red-yellow-haired girl kneeled to open her school bag, “You’re lucky I brought some markers for art class today.” she took one and handed it to him. As he gratefully and thoughtfully took hold of it with his large digits, Sunset couldn’t help but raise her eyebrow at him and ask, “What do you need it for exactly?” the mech formed a smirk and glanced to his energetic charge, who was happily putting her drum sticks inside her backpack. While she was distracted, Smokescreen approached her closely from behind, clearing his vocalizer loudly enough for her to hear.

Pinkie Pie turned around only to see her guardian with a beaming face, offering her the small objects he was currently holding between his metal fingers, “May I have your autograph, miss?” he quizzed smoothly.

Bumblebee became wide-eyed in an instant, staring at his ally in disbelief.

“Of course you can, silly!” Pinkie giggled at her guardian’s sweet attitude and delightedly signed it for him.

“Huh, no one has asked us this before.” said Rainbow a bit surprised by Smokescreen’s sudden request.

The second she said that though, Sideswipe impatiently exclaimed, “Wait- I want yours too!” he rushed to get one and hand it over to his human companion.

Rainbow smirked as she looked at him, “Dude, c’mon- I’m not that famous.”

“Yet.” he added, “I even bet these signatures will get pretty expensive once you become one of the world’s greatest bands.”

She rolled her eyes in return and teasingly responded, “Well… since you are such a big fan I guess I could sign it for ya.”

As the young leader stayed speechless, he couldn’t comprehend what was happening. He thought about this first! How come they-

“Don’t mind if I take one for myself then~” Knock Out quipped in amusement as he delicately took out another printed-out poster with his sharp digits.

“Pass some to the rest of us, will you?” Arcee chimed in from behind. More and more team members became enthusiastic about keeping their talented friends’ signs as a memory. Bumblebee stood frozen as he watched them, happily chatting with each other while the girls excitedly wrote down their initials on the prints. All of them seemed to be having fun. He looked at his charge, he couldn’t catch what exactly she was talking about due to the numerous conversations around the base but he noticed her giving an autographed poster to the dinobot who formed a big toothy grin in return. Fluttershy brightly smiled at his delighted reaction.

“Maybe It wouldn’t hurt that much to ask…?”

Yet, Bumblebee still didn’t move from his spot. Why was he still hesitating?!

He groaned, “You know what? This is getting ridiculous. At least I’m not the only one who—“

“Can I get one from each?” Strongarm eagerly questioned as she presented the illustration to Twilight.

“Yeah, absolutely.” the element of magic replied warmly as she signed it and returned it to her, after that, she looked at the old medic who was standing near them with a firm expression, crossing his arms as he observed the whole scene in the room, “Ratchet?” he glanced down at her the moment he was called. With a playful yet inviting gesture, the girl dangled the marker between her fingers at him.

“Come on now, doc.” Arcee persisted, fixing a gentle but determined gaze on the obstinate doctor, “We know you want one too.” she extended a second piece of paper towards him, inviting him to partake in the engaging activity.

He sighed tiredly in defeat, “Alright, alright. But I’m doing this only so you can stop annoying me.”

The blue femme smirked back, clearly not believing him, “Whatever you say.”

“Okay, Ratchet is down…“ the lieutenant was now even more nervous, “T-that’s fine, I’m sure Optimus wouldn’t— wait. Where did he go?“

His question was quickly answered once he heard his old leader’s voice from the other part of the room, “You had quite the astonishing performance, little one.” Bumblebee quickly turned his helm to the older mech. The yellow Autobot stood in complete shock as he watched how the Prime kept a poster gently in his hold while speaking to Sunset, “Would it be much of a nuisance to have your signature as well?”

She chuckled, “Of course not, big guy.”

“HIM TOO?!”

He couldn’t believe this.... now he was the only one without an autograph!

That’s it. The whole situation drove him absolutely crazy. He was going to do this, now or never. He took a print and stared at it, letting out a deep ex-vent, “Alright, Bee. It’s only an autograph. Not a big deal... just- go and ask her. It can’t be that hard… right?”

Meanwhile, amidst the conversations with her friends, Fluttershy kept on waiting for the lieutenant to appear but couldn't shake off a sense of melancholy that crept over her. Wondering why her guardian still seemed distant and uncertain to engage with her, she pondered on what might have caused him to stay away. The troubled expression on his face-plate didn't escape her notice, adding to her own feeling of unease. Was his unusual behavior somehow... her fault?

Suddenly, a pair of heavy pedes approached her, bringing her back to reality. She looked up, only to be greeted by the yellow Cybertronian’s awkward smile and tense posture, “H-hey…um- I hope I’m not interrupting,” he stammered softly and rubbed the back of his helm, trying to gather some courage to articulate his request, “I just- you know, came here for a…uh-“ his voice trailed off momentarily, caught in the struggle to find the right way to express the thoughts swirling in his circuits.

His unusual state grabbed the attention of a few members of his team, both robots and humans were watching them with puzzled expressions, “What in Primus' name has gotten into him?” questioned Ratchet completely confused.

“I’ve never seen the lieutenant acting in this way before.” stated Strongarm, gazing at her superior with a mix of wonder and concern.

Twilight was curiously observing them, “Is he… nervous?”

Sideswipe snorted, “This is one sad, sad scene.” reacting to the red mech's comment, the cadet smacked him behind the helm with a servo.

Unfortunately for the young leader, no matter how much he tried to muster up his question, his words continued to tremble, “I- I was wondering if I can… have your autograph?” the kind girl couldn’t help but smile, “It’s totally fine if you don’t-”

“Bumblebee, it’s okay.” Fluttershy reassured calmly with a tiny chuckle, “I will be… more than glad to sign it for you.” she answered with a timid tone, feeling her face getting warm.

He stared at her in a mix of surprise and delight for a second, processing her response while astonishment flickered across his features, “…really? I mean-! T-that’s great!” he exclaimed, his optics reflecting genuine gratitude. When she wrote down her initials and drew a pair of tiny butterflies, which resembled her element, the teenager lifted the poster and he gently took it. Bumblebee examined it with a tender look, his intake curling up, “I will make sure to keep it safe, thank you. I appreciate it a lot… “ he replied, still somewhat apprehensively, “G-good job, on the song by the way.” he complimented.

“You were wonderful.”

The instant that sentence came out of his mouth, the two of them froze on the spot. Fluttershy stood motionless, her cheeks bloomed with a rosy hue, eyes widened in surprise. An awkward silence hung heavy between them until it was broken by her guardian, who was now flushing in blue, rapidly shaking his servos in the air in front of her while fumbling to explain, “I- I MEANT THE SONG! Yeah, the song was wonderful! N-not that you weren’t-! You’re incredible- Wait, no-! I- I didn’t--!” he jumbled his words, hoping to diffuse the accidental confession that had slipped from his glossa.

His whole team could only watch him in sympathy from the opposite corner of the area, “He is definitely malfunctioning....” Arcee notified.

“Someone please go stop him before he embarrasses himself even more.” suggested Sunset.

“I got it.” the cherry medic answered, already walking up to his comrade, “Aaalright, my dear friend.” Knock Out interrupted all casually, patting Bumblebee’s back with his claw, “I think it’s time for our ladies to take some well-deserved break after their grand show.“ he gently guided him away from the awkward situation.

Bumblebee immediately apologized before they could leave the area, “R-right. Sorry for that- and thanks again!”

The shiny red mech chuckled softly and teased the poor mortified robot, “Come along now, Romeo.”

As they faded away from everyone’s vision, Rainbow stood baffled, “Dude, what the heck was that?”

Twilight leaned closer to her and giggled, “I think someone has a little crush.”

Once her guardian left, Fluttershy focused on her friends, “D-did I do something wrong?” she asked worryingly, holding her hands.

“Oh, nono, not at all, darling.” Rarity reassured, caressing the girl’s shoulders in comfort, “It seemed our Bumblebee was just really excited to get a signature from you.”

Sunset chimed in, "Don't worry about it too much. It's sweet, really. And besides, you made quite the impression on him with your singing skills." she winked playfully with a small nudge.

Fluttershy blushed slightly at the thought, her gaze flickering between them, "Oh, I-I don't know about that."  as they continued talking, the tension eased, replaced by laughter and camaraderie. She couldn't shake the feeling of warmth spreading through her chest, though, as she replayed the encounter in her mind.

Maybe, just maybe, there was something more to Bumblebee's reaction than just simple admiration for her talent. But for now, she decided to simply enjoy the moment and cherish the memory of their unexpected exchange.

#robots and magic #crossover au #crossover fanfic #transformers #tfp #mlp #equestria girls #transformers prime #eqg #crossover #robots in disguise #oneshot #crossover oneshot #mlp fim #my little pony friendship is magic #scenarios #mlp eqg #I forgot to check for grammar mistakes #oh well #my little pony

[cybertroniannugget]

Downside of cold weather

Dec 5

Facts

About this fic: sfw, no gender mentioned, OPxreader romance

“How was your day?”, you ask, putting your arms on his shoulders, crossing them behind his neck.

“Today has been uneventful, but it got better just now.”

He leans forward, kissing you for a brief moment, turning to look at you shortly after, with a rather worried expression on his face plating.

Now confused, you frown. “Is everything alright?”

Placing a digit on your lips, he gently traces over them. “You are wounded.”

Even more perplexed now you do the same as him and touch your lips, while he retracts his servo.

“Oh, that?”

The Prime nods with a hum emitting from his vocalizer.

A hand on his cheek now, caressing his shimmering plates with a thumb, you smile lovingly.

“Nothing to worry about here, Love. My lips are just chapped. It's because of the cold and dry weather at the moment. Give it a few weeks, and they're back to normal.”

“Is there a way to tend to this condition?”

“Well, there's different kinds of balm, but I gave up on using these a long time ago.”

He tilts his helm in confusion.

“I always lose my chapsticks. Never finished one in my life because of that.", you snicker.

“I could keep one for you to request upon need.”

“That's so sweet, but you don't need to do that. I'll survive.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

”But the Optimus I know will do that anyway.”

Both of you chuckle amused.

“Perhaps.”, he mumbles as he kisses you again.

#transformers x reader #optimus prime x reader #optimus x reader #optimus prime #transformers #christmas writing challenge #christmas #advent calendar #shenanigans

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN a little after the 21st of November, 2016

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 14 (SS) – Week 16 (SS) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

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Drawing

Prowl raised an optic ridge as he examined the drawing Smokescreen had given him. It was a childish caricature of Prowl himself, arms crossed high in front of his chestplates, optic ridges deeply furrowed and abnormally large, and mouth drawn in a deep frown.

"Is this how you see me?" Prowl asked.

Smokescreen shifted uncomfortably. "Sometimes. The others helped a lot." The sparkling faltered, before adding softly, "They don't really like you all that much."

"Good to know that hasn't changed," Prowl muttered.

Smokescreen took back the pad. After some hesitation, he said, "It's all right. They don't like me either."

Second Guessing

He awoke with a groan. His processor ached terribly and there was heavy servo resting on his shoulder. "Optimus..."

His optics shot open and he looked up at the bot kneeling beside him.

"Optimus!" Ignoring the pain, he scrambled to his pedes, laughing ecstatically. "You're all right! The Forge, it-" He stopped. "The Forge..." And all of a sudden, he couldn't bring himself to look at his newly resurrected leader.

"Oh, Primus... Optimus, I'm sorry, I didn't know what I else to do, and I just couldn't-!" The servo was once again placed upon his shoulder. He faltered. "I'm... I'm sorry, Optimus."

Family

Bulkhead nudged Smokescreen on the shoulder. "What about you, kid? You got a family?"

Smokescreen scoffed. "Nah, just me. I mean..." He hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, just me."

Bulkhead raised an optic ridge. "No one? No friends? No guardians?"

"No." Smokescreen shook his helm. Then, after thinking a bit, he added slowly, "There was this one Autobot squad that sorta raised me before I joined the Elite Guard, but they weren't exactly a 'family'. They were just... a squad. But they're part of the reason I wanted to be a soldier, so there's that.

"But otherwise?" Smokescreen shrugged. "It's just me."

War

Lack of war experience made him extremely lucky. He retained his buoyant youthfulness and unrelenting confidence. He retained his faith in the Autobot cause, and the hope that it would all be over soon, very soon. He was lucky that he could still find it within himself to hope.

No, lack of war experience made him naïve! He was cocky and filled with delusions of bravado. He never understood the gravity of the situation, and he was destined for disillusion. If he only had some idea what it was like to fight for all these hundreds of years, maybe then he wouldn't be so ignorant.

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #i would like to take a moment to talk about the last drabble featured here cause i actually remember the mindset i was in what it wrote it #i had stumbled onto some post basically ripping in to smokescreen and i remember going to school feeling genuinely unwell as a result #so for some reason i ended up writing 'war' in an attempt to view smokescreen in different ways from within the context of the show #it did genuinely make me feel better #transformers #transformers prime #smokescreen #tfp smokescreen #tf prowl #wfc prowl #optimus prime #tfp optimus prime #bulkhead #tfp bulkhead #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

[in1-nutshell]

Hi! Subscribed to you for quite a while. You have a very cool writing style! Read a lot of posts and decided to request too)))

Okay, how about Buddy's Bot with the Russian greyhound altmode? It's a breed of hunting dogs that run really fast. Imagine what Buddy's character would be like! Energetic, restless, almost as fast as Blurr, cheerful, but can be serious if necessary. Oh, don't forget their very sharp nose! Maybe during the great war they were a scout that no one could catch?

How would the TFA Autobots react?

PS: Take care of yourself and don't overwork))) Sorry for my mistakes, English is not my native language, hehe)

This is something new, I welcome the challenge!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy with a Russian Greyhound alt mode with Team Prime

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFA

Buddy had chosen a peculiar mode of transportation when they arrived on Earth.

To be fair they thought the greyhound was a mode of transportation and not an organic pet.

When they were offered the option to change alt modes they declined.

They had grown rather fond of this alt mode.

Buddy was happy to get an alt mode that was different than the others, it made them stand out more and they liked that.

This form was fast, perfect for their speedster form.

The nose certainly took a while to get used to, but their new frame worked perfectly with their restless pedes.

Team that tries to calm the bot down a bit

These bots want Buddy to slow down a bit. Not permanently but enough to listen to instructions better and to take breaks. They understood that Buddy was rather energetic, but it was also important to take breaks every now and then. On the plus side, they get along great with Blurr. Though they do warn Buddy about teaming up with Blurr. As much as they want to catch the bad guys, they also don’t want the streets to get too damaged by their pedes or for their pedes to get damaged by something in the way.

Optimus

Prowl

Ratchet

Team that likes having an energetic team mate

These bots find their new team member to be a great addition. They can certainly keep up with the faster villains. Meaning Bumblebee would have back up now instead of trying to take them on his own. Their cheerful attitude is something they certainly love about this bot. they aren’t too serious about everything and can take a joke. Buddy is often used as a Blurr translator whenever he comes around the Plant. How does Budy know what Blurr is saying? There are many theories, but none have been tested out.

Bumblebee

Bulkhead

Sari

Team that wants to race the bot

These bots want to race Buddy all the time. Since Blurr is more focused on doing his undercover work than racing, Buddy is the next best bot to race. They don’t care if Buddy uses their alt mode or not. They just want a race. These bots will twin up with Buddy for speedy combos going up against fast villains or simply getting to a place faster. Will they admit that Buddy is faster than they are? Nope, and they will never do it until they finally beat Buddy in a race.

Bumblebee

Sari

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader #tfa optimus prime #tfa ratchet #tfa bulkhead #tfa bumblebee #tfa prowl #tfa sari

[stickytrigger69]

Hey! Could you write a love letter confession from TFP Shockwave to femme cybertronian reader? Like, what would the letter say once she opened it up and reads it? Have a good day or night! <3

TFP Shockwave x Femme Cybertronian Reader

Reader is femme, she/her

This is just straight up fluff

Reader frame type, paint job, optic color, etc. are unspecified

Thanks for the well wishes, hope you're doing well also 😊

Sorry the end kinda sucked, and that its so short lol, it was quite the challenge to write a love letter from Shockwave but I think it's good? Hope you like it.

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You've had a very busy day. As the only femme on the nemesis that is currently conscious, you have to walk around the ship, taking this to him or that to the other him on the other side of the ship. That isn't even the worst thing about this Pit forsaken ship either. All of the mechs tip toe around you like you're the plague. You feel so.

Alone.

The only bots that talk to you like you're friends are Knockout and Breakdown but they're gone most of the time. You honestly find Soundwave to be good company but you always get in the way while he's working. Megatron is respectful of you and actually likes to show you off to those who find their way on the nemesis. He told Optimus, er, Orion, all about you. And when Shockwave arrived he would not stop finding a way to brag about his, "elite femme".

Because of the pedestal Megatron placed you on with his words and reverence, Shockwave acknowledges that you are intelligent and competent. There are often times where he will share progress with you and even ask for your insight if something is troubling him. Your logic is somewhat fourth dimensional compared to his being third dimensional. Your logic often backed by your feelings rather than strictly being scientific. He likes hearing you say it too, "I feel like...", and then you give your opinion.

Your opinion is personal and he finds it rather refreshing. It's odd but he actually starts to like you, he will ask that you stay in the lab with him for just a bit longer or his servo will linger on yours when you hand him something. You don't notice that he likes you, to you, it looks more like he appreciates you; or that he's overworking himself. But then again, the lack of a faceplate with derma and two optics masks what he's feeling perfectly. Knowing the way he thinks though, you kind of doubt that he feels much of anything and if he does it's a very basic, diluted level of it.

Despite all of that, you find no reason to be suspicious of him or his intents, he always has plausible reasons for his actions so you don't ever question it. At least you didn't until you finally entered your hab. The lights flickering on as you stepped inside. Just a few steps to your left on your desk was a data pad and a small assortment of crystals. A couple, you realized, were of Cybertronian origin, the colors gave them a more distinguished look compared to the earth borne crystals.

You held one up closer to your face to get a better look at it before turning your attention to the data pad. You pick up the data pad with your empty servo, carefully twirling the crystal while the data pad glows. Your optics widen the more you read.

(Y/N),

The more I ponder, the more I am compelled to examine my thoughts and the feelings that come entangled in them, I begin to realize that, as inappropriate as it may be, I find you alluring. You are a femme of high caliber; you are intelligent, strong, above all, compassionate. I have seen it first hand, the way you interact with my predacon, and it makes my spark swell with pride. Your presence in the lab is one I have begun to look forward to. The distinct sound of your pedes is cause to increase efficiency in my work.

I have lain myself upon a slab and have taken myself apart, analyzing and experimenting to see just what exactly I felt about you. With time I have gotten the results I desired. The process was tedious but in the end I feel it was worth every step. (Y/N), I have a fondness for you and have chosen the most logical course of action regarding said fondness. Your frame is as desirable as your intellect and the softness in your optics after working so hard is truly a sight.

I wish to have you close to me. As close as you will allow. I understand you are more than just a femme, but a scientist and even a warrior with great honor. A femme who is worthy of respect. Thus, I leave the decision to you.

If you truly feel in your spark that you no longer wish to associate yourself with me I will not try to force you to face me. I will leave you be unless we must interact. I will bury these feelings and proceed with a professional attitude. But, if you are willing, I would like to try being more personal with you and share tender moments like I have observed from you and my predacon. Please, do respond to me in any way you deem fitting to your standards.

I patiently await your response,

Shockwave

You are at a loss. Shockwave? He really feels this way? Your optics snap up and you stare at the crystal in your other servo, everything has begun to click. Puzzle pieces falling into place.

The lingering touches, the long conversations, the slight change in his tone when he addresses you, and his requests for you to remain in the lab for even just a klik more. His entire demeanor changes when he speaks to you. Even if he is already calm, he gets even softer when he turns to you. It makes a smile creep to your faceplate. Your spark thumps in your chassis.

You can say that you do find the large mech to be attractive, his frame is strong, even for a scientist. His voice often soothes the dull ache in your processor after staring at the purple displays of the lab. So many thoughts race through your processor, you ask yourself a dozen questions. You look from the items in your servos to the rest of the crystals on your table while you continue to think. Finally, you turn your helm to look at your berth.

You decide to "sleep with it", or whatever human thing Knockout likes to say. As you begin to drift into recharge you make up your mind. You will reciprocate. You will tell Shockwave just how you feel as well. That you admire him and that you would trust no other mech with your most vulnerable self.

You're just not sure how or when you'll tell him.

#transformers #maccadam #macadam #macaddam #tfp #cybertronian reader #transformers prime #tfp shockwave #femme reader #cybertronian femme reader #tfp x reader #tf x reader #tfp shockwave x reader #shockwave x reader #fluff #tf #tf shockwave #bot!reader

[lets-try-some-writing]

SOBBING VIOLENTLY, I’VE SPENT ALL DAY READING YOUR ‘BROKEN RECORD’ STORY AND I’M ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED.

It wasn’t a satisfying ending. But in no way do I mean that in a bad way. It wasn’t satisfying. What would have been satisfying is if after all that time, Smokescreen finally got to win. Just once.

But we didn’t get that. There was only one ending. That was what we were told at the beginning, and that is how it ended. There was only one choice. The best choice was the only. Choice. I love that. It’s bitter, and frustrating, but with how you wrote it? It’s what needed to happen. It wasn’t the ending we all wanted, it was the ending that needed to happen.

This was gut wrenching. Mind blowing. We got tears making rivers and oceans over here man 😭

This was wonderful, it really was. It was hard. It was difficult, but it ended, and when it did, it was just, meant to be. We were told it was unavoidable, Smokescreen was told it was inevitable, and it was in the end. He wasn’t ever going to get that chance to prove the Matrix and everyone else wrong.

You are just, SO good at doing this. At making something that is real, and important (to me anyway 😔).

I love how Smokescreen bonded with everyone. He knows, everyone. He has made memories with them that are his, and his alone. He can’t share them now. They’re remnants of times that no longer exist. He doesn’t get those bonds back. Not like the ones he had. And that’s hard. It’s hard for him, it’s hard for us, there’s no way for him to get satisfaction for those losses.

You’ve gotta be magic or something. Like, actually.

In my class today, I fr opened my physical, non-Transformers related book, and tried to find where I had left off on ‘Broken Record’, then did a 180 when I very quickly realized this book was not, in fact, your Tumblr page, and I was not, in fact, reading one of your stories 💀

You’ve infected my brain with the robos. Everything is a reference to your stories. (For example, Burgers: That one story if your were the humans purposely eat burgers and meat in the base to make the bots uncomfy cuz it’s funny to see their reactions.)

Anyway, back to the story, Optimus understood Smokescreen’s situation very quickly. And once it was made clear that he understood, it became very clear that these loops were not a new thing. For any of the primes. That makes me wonder how similar it had been for Optimus. Or rather, Orion Pax.

We know that he was once like Jack, from what Ratchet tells us in the show, but I can’t really see someone like Jack turning into someone like Optimus. Not naturally. I had always assumed that Orion became who he is as Optimus just by getting the Matrix, or just by being in the war. But you said “F that” and did something completely new. Orion having to go through those ‘trials’ like how Smokescreen did absolutely adds to the reasoning behind such a, seemingly drastic personality change. It seems drastic to everyone else, but, as you showed us with Smokescreen, it was gradual. It was a very, very gradual change. It was a change that came through many, many long hardships and challenges, and in the end he didn’t even succeed in his original goal. As it probably was for Orion. Smokescreen isn’t the bot he used to be. Not by a long shot. Nebulous Prime did not simply just, come to be. It’s who Smokescreen turned into.

(Makes me wonder if you’d be wanting to do a prequel for ‘Broken Record’ but for Orion 👀)

Anyway, to wrap it up, you’re incredible, your mind is incredible, thanks for being incredible.

Oh my goodness. I am just, in absolute AWE at this breakdown of the story. You APPRECIATE my writing and you have no idea how happy that makes me. I put so much effort into my work, and it never ceases to make me smile and want to keep on going when I read comments like yours. I am not being paid for this, I am not gaining anything from this in real life, but it is wonderful people such as yourself that keep me going, so thank you :)

Smokescreen's tale in "Broken Record" really is one of tragedy, and I adore how you have laid it out. The vision I had while writing was an inevitable slow march toward the apathy all Primes seem to have. Optimus always knows so much, has skills that one could see him having but still appear slightly out of place in light of his origin. He was the embodiment of skill and wisdom, and yet he was always tired.

I loved the idea of finding a core reason behind that exhaustion aside from war, a purpose behind the seeming aimless behavior Optimus exhibited upon no longer having a foe to fight. His trial, in my mind, was different from Smokscreen's.

I say this because I do indeed intend to write a prequel from Orion's perspective. I want to show how crushing it will be when his passion and drive are tempered through unexplainable loss and the revelation that he CAN'T fix everything. There is no happy story book ending, and Smokescreen now knows this well. Conviction turned to duty, love dulled to loyalty, idealism shifted into numbing apathy.

In light of this, can you see why the other Primes went crazy? Orion was a special case and without Optimus to serve as a foundation, Smokescreen would have joined the mad ranks of his predecessors. It is a sad story where the weak falter and the strong prevail. It was underlying, but it was also a hope of mine that it would be shown that no mech should want the Matrix. To be a leader is a burden, and in the world of "Broken Record", that is more than evident.

Thank you again for your lovely commentary! I look forward to writing more if only so that kind folks such as yourself have more to enjoy.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #lets try some writing mumbles #smokscreen #the matrix of leadership #optimus prime

[dancingundermoonlight101]

Hey it's me again 🙃

Would you be interested in writing a Medieval Royalty AU with a side of arranged marriage? They can either know each other beforehand or just meet on the wedding day. Whatever tickles your fancy.

That is me just mashing all of my favorite tropes together.

I hope that you're not overworking yourself with all of these demands, so if you need a break just ignore my ask

Anyways

Great work on my previous ask so thanks again and in advance ❤️

Walls high, higher than needed. Pearly white and pure. Pillars held up the roof, and colored windows set for an awe-inspiring view. High-caste mechs and femmes sat in rows with their pretty clothes and jewls. And at the very end, there stood a white, blue, and red painted mech. Wearing a beautiful yet appropriately modest suit that didn't hide the natural beauty of his armor. He was smiling, but it was a smile that didn't reach the optics. He seemed tired. Perhaps a little anxious, if one were to notice the slight shake of his frame every time he breathed.

All too soon, a powerful step echoed through the church-like room.

Not a single bot had heard or even noticed the large doors open, as they were too loud and enthralled by the gossip they spoke amongst themselves. Yet now, all helms were turned back to stare at the awaited mech.

Megatron.

Optimus has heard the stories. Kings in Kaon were chosen by a show of strength rather than heritage. The previous kings having to either be defeated.. or slain.

Another step was taken. Light seemed to hide Megatron's face in shadow. And Optimus had to squint in an attempt to see the face of his soon to be conjux.

The previous king was slain some years ago, after he ruled without a single mech or femme being successful in defending him. All prior challengers to the old king were suspected to have been assassinated. But why would the kingdom of Iacon care? Kaon and Iacon bots could never see eye to eye. Iacon finds the high-caste of Kaon to be barbaric and much too lacking in attire. While Kaon finds that the high-caste of Iacon to be two-faced with clothes too frilly to possibly be comfortable or even possible to transform in.

Optimus can only speak for himself, but he finds that instead of the propaganda of Kaon being more barbaric than Iacon, it's instead a difference in culture. He has seen what Kaonian clothes look like. And they're actually quite—

Optimus's optics widen. Gasps are heard, and the backround music that he had tuned out long ago paused.

"Beautiful.." He mumbled despite himself. Utterly enchanted by how his soon to be conjux looked like. Yet, at the same time, understanding the shock and horror of all the other Iaconian bots.

Megatron had decided to wear his scar-ridden armor and a singular flowing red cape. A gold necklace adorned his neck, and a confident, cocky smirk spread to his lips. Almost as if he wanted this exact reaction.

Something made Megatron's smirk falter, and his confident steps pause. Everyone was staring at Megatron. But the King in question seemed to only have optics for Optimus.

Optimus felt like he was being devoured alive by those red optics. It sent a shiver down his spinal strut. Megatron seemed to have noticed, and a mischievous, lustful grin spread to his lips.

Megatron began walking forward again. Closer and closer until he was on his spot, right across from Optimus.

"You look quite divine.. Optimus, was it?" Megatron reached over to hold Optimus's servo. Kissing the back of it with a smirk.

The Prime felt speechless. He was thankful, though, that he had been taught to always have the last word. "You look quite good yourself, Megatron, King of Kaon."

Megatron laughed out loud, startling everybot who had been wispering to silence once more.

"Lying does not suit you, little Prime. Best not do so again." His grip on Optimus's hand tightened. Making him wince. A silent warning on Megatron's optics. Smile gone.

All too soon, this fantasy that Optimus would maybe have a peaceful, somewhat happy marriage where he and Megatron could see eye to eye was gone. Optimus hadn't lied. He did like how Megatron looked like. But if this is how he's being treated in public, Optimus can only assume the worst of what may happen behind closed doors. He was prepared, though. His father, the current king of Iacon, had prepared each and every one of his heirs to be married off. While also giving them the opportunity to prove themselves as future heirs. Optimus, third in line, did his best to prove himself to his father. He had hoped he would become king and choose whom he would get married to. The choice had been made for him without his knowledge. He only got a hint that that's what his father wished to do for him when his "what to expect and do if you have a failing marriage" classes increasingly got more and more intense.

"I'll keep that in mind," Optimus conceded. Not wishing to argue so soon or openly.

Megatron's smile came back, and the wedding finally seemed to be picking up the pace and running smoothly.

When the kiss was finally announced, Optimus grew weary. A weird glint in Megatron's optics made Optimus sure that the mech was up to something.

His hunch was then proven right when the innocent kiss that was supposed to last less than a second continued for longer than that, getting more and more heated. One of Megatron's servos was holding the back of his helm, preventing him from moving it. While the other held his waist, which stopped any attempts to try and run or walk backward.

Optimus hit his limit and began hitting Megatron's shoulder. Demanding for him to release him and stop! The king of Kaon, thankfully, did just that soon after with a self-satisfied grin. Having gotten one last bite on the Prime's lower lip.

"Well then, shall we?" Megatron picked up Optimus bridal style before the Prime could answer. "The little sounds you made from such a simple kiss were absolutely sinful~ I hope I can hear more.." He wispered to Optimus as they walked off.

Optimus covered his face with his hands. Refusing to be seen. Optimus doesn't care how heated his frame became because of those words. He's not about to dance to Megatron's tune! He'll be sure to give the mech an audial-full about boundaries!

#megop #optimus prime #megatron #megatron x optimus prime #transformers #uhhh #idk what else to tag this with #royal au?? #bro I hope i did this right #I actually had a lot of fun writing this #wrote this in school #it's actually fluff!! #Megatron is actually going to be really doting and caring #after he gets the stick up his aft removed #he has stigma about Iaconian mechs #he thinks they all lie through their teeth #and he got angry bc he thought Optimus lied #bc Megatron did the bare minimum #Optimus actually likes the battle worn warrior look #he thinks it's pretty #and hot #and beautiful #but he's not about to just fall for looks #definitely gonna be a little shit to Megatron #lots of misunderstandings and shinanigans ensue #I'm thinking angst #but then they would finally communicate #and realize they were both being idiots #and that they loved eachother <333 #HEMHEMHEMHEM