#ratch: i have no idea how to feel about this

[autobotmedic]

ugly wheezing ratchet ur so cute

"..." He's what??

"I have been called many things, but 'cute' is rarely one of them."

#ratch: i have no idea how to feel about this #[QUESTION] distract me so I stay inside #anonymous #honestly same anon that's my constant mood

[lesbiankimdahyun]

Reader is went out to a party and dressed as a nurse for Halloween but, g!p Mina stayed home so to make it up to her “patient” she gave her a bj to feel better

im sorry it took me so long to finish (just like Mina-- I mean what?) but please enjoy!!!

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[GP!Mina x Reader]

CW: GP, light praise kink, this isn’t m*d*c*l play bc i don’t do that but R is wearing a nurse costume

Mina let out a low breath and closed her eyes as she gripped her length in her left hand. 

Unfortunately, the wrist she’d broken earlier was her dominant wrist, and now she was both frustrated and turned on, trying to adapt to getting herself off with only her other hand. Sure, she’d used her other hand before, but not nearly as frequently. And knowing she was completely unable to rely on any help from her right hand made her let out a little whine. 

Breaking her wrist was the fault of her own bad luck, but it was your fault she was so wound up now, eyebrows furrowed from her effort. Your Halloween costume, a handmade, near perfect replica of the uniform Nurse Dolly wore on Ratched, looked entirely too good on you. And now, instead of being able to enjoy seeing you in said costume at Jeongyeon’s Halloween party, she was alone, thinking about how she wanted nothing more than to greedily pull up your skirt and run her hands over your ass and thighs before–  

Mina sighed, cursing her useless injured wrist and unrelenting erection. She laid back a bit farther on the dark gray sectional, letting her bad wrist rest on the arm of the sofa. She had meant to go to bed earlier, wanting to cum just once to relieve some of her pent up frustration, but she couldn’t get herself over the edge and hadn’t realized how much time had passed. 

Still too aroused and lost in her lust-driven thoughts, Mina didn’t even register that the front door of the apartment opened and closed: you were back from the party. Mina had really wanted to go with you, but the idea of anyone bumping into her very broken wrist in its fresh cast made her wince. 

“Mina?” you called softly as you came in, but she didn’t reply. You checked your phone– it was after midnight. Maybe she had fallen asleep while trying to wait for you to get back. But then you walked in further, down the hall, through the kitchen, out into the living room and saw why she hadn’t answered you. 

You watched for a moment, almost tempted to let her carry on. But then you noticed the light sheen of sweat on her brow and wondered how long she’d been struggling to cum. Now you couldn’t resist her. And it was Halloween after all; maybe you could give her a compensatory treat.

“Why is my patient out of bed?” you asked, tilting your head with feign curiosity. Mina’s eyes snapped open and she looked up at you from the couch. Her gaze, you realized instantly, was both hungry and desperate. You had been debating teasing her, but as soon as you saw the ravenous look in her eye you knew it wasn’t the time. Your eyes locked onto her hard shaft and you licked your lips. “Can I help you with that?” 

Mina nodded, looking you up and down slowly. She’d seen your nurse’s costume come to life over the last few weeks and seeing it now thrilled her just the same. “Please,” she breathed. 

Quickly, you made your way over to the couch beside her. You wrapped your hand around the base of her cock and leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were magnetic against yours, unwilling to part from any source of pleasure. You broke away from her though, making her squirm with need. You watched her reaction as you moved your hand slowly and started to jerk her off, lightly teasing her cockhead by running your thumb over her pink, leaking tip. 

She must have been trying for ages, because you’d barely touched her but already the poor girl looked as if she could cum. But that wouldn’t do for you unless she came somewhere more satisfying than all over her shirt and abs. 

“Poor thing,” you cooed. “Would it feel better if I used my mouth?” 

Mina bit back a groan at your question, nodding furiously. You went to reach for the hair tie on her wrist, but Mina read your mind. Her hand wove through your hair until she had as much as she could collect in her fingers, careful not to ruin your teal-colored nurse cap. She pulled back firmly, not only keeping your hair out of your face, but letting you know she was going to be setting the pace from here on out. 

You caught her eye briefly, thinking that your eyes must be as blown out with lust as hers were. You knew Mina really wanted to cum if she was willing to take the lead and as much as you loved telling her what to do, you loved seeing this more commanding side of her. You leaned in a little for her and she responded by gently pushing your head down. The moment her tip entered your mouth, you knew you were going to give in to anything she wanted. You kissed and licked around her tip, letting out an involuntary moan before opening your mouth wider to let more of her in. 

Mina grunted lightly at the sensation, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. She loved the way your mouth felt around her, and now she needed you, to claim you, to coat your mouth and throat with her seed. 

“Can I…?” she asked breathlessly, and you knew immediately what she was asking. She’d been training you over the last few months, stretching your throat, jaw, and retraining your breathing so she could fuck into your mouth endlessly without you needing to come off of her cock for a break or air. You were well on your way to becoming her perfect little toy. 

You nodded wordlessly, and Mina let out a heavy breath. Her grip on you tightened and she pushed you down further until your nose was up against the base of her cock. Your eyes watered a little but you invited her in, letting her fill and stretch you just the way she’d trained you. 

“Good girl,” she praised softly, using her other hand to touch your cheek reassuringly. She let up a bit and you proceeded to let her control your every move as she forced you to bob up and down slowly on her length. Sinking into a service-oriented headspace, it wasn’t long before you were drooling. The added wetness made it easier for you to glide up and down on her cock and filled the air with wet, lewd sounds while you continued to give her head. 

And Mina absolutely loved it. She loved the way you were so obedient for her, so willing to let her have her way with you. She loved how wet and puffy your lips became and the tears that threatened to spill from how hard you tried for her. 

“That’s it, just like that,” she said, watching her cock disappear into your mouth again and again. She continued to test your limits, pulling you back down to the base of her cock again before allowing you to come back up for a moment. Your warm, wet mouth felt incredible, but now Mina needed a little more. 

The next time you bobbed down on her length, she held your head in place. “Stay so nice and still for me, baby,” she breathed as her hips started to thrust slowly. 

You let out a muffled moan in response. This was your favorite part because you knew it meant two things: you had done well in working her up, and that Mina couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hips found a steady rhythm as she fucked up into your mouth desperately, her moans and pants becoming heavier. 

Her thrusts became gradually faster. Even though your jaw was starting to ache, you were at least at less risk of choking on her cock now because the more desperate Mina became, the sloppier she got. The couple inches that weren’t being shoved repeatedly into your mouth were in your hand now while you worked to jerk her off.

“Fuck,” Mina grunted. “Feels so good, just need to use you a little more...”

Her grip on the sides of your head tightened again and you really couldn’t move as Mina picked up the pace again. She was nearly incoherent now, murmuring half-completed praises to you as she tipped her head back. Her breath hitched and then hitched again as your mouth worked her closer and closer to the edge. 

Her praises trailed off altogether shortly after; the only thing you could make out was “fuck, yes, fuck,” and then she gasped. You took your hand away quickly and Mina pushed you down to her base as she came, thrusting violently up into your mouth. 

Your whimper was muffled and you swallowed what you could hastily. When she finally released her hold on you, everything you couldn’t swallow coated her cock while you bobbed shallowly on her length. 

You took your time cleaning her up, licking your way up her shaft and over her tip until she couldn’t stand it anymore and had to pull you up and away. She kissed you hungrily, unafraid to taste herself on your lips and tongue. Eventually she broke away from your lips, leaving appreciative, wet kisses down your chin and neck. 

“All better?” you asked, settling in to rest against her. Mina nodded, letting out a satisfied hum. “Much,” she said. She paused for a moment, then chuckled and touched the fabric of your costume lightly. “I'm lucky to have such an attentive nurse for the next six to eight weeks while I heal.”

#twice imagines #gp!mina #gp!twice #twice smut

[yandere--stuck]

Hey it's me from the yandere tfp autobots x kids(platonic) ask. First, I have to say what you did was great and I absolutely loved it! Second, I have an alternative way for this that I think is pretty cool.

What if the children actually managed to escape. For example, they were able to get into contact with agent fowler (maybe through a pager idk) and snuck out of base with June and was picked up by the military. And now the autobots are doing everything in their power to get "their" kids back home. Maybe they do end up getting the kids back or maybe they don't.

I liked the way you wrote the one before and would like this in the same way, but if you just want to comment on this and not write a whole thing again, I understand.

TYSM I loved your ideas and I love familial yandere team prime!!! I kinda changed up some of the details, but I hope you like it nonetheless! Thank you for sending this in ;w;

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"Come on, Bee, this isn't you!" Raf pleaded, looking up at the scout. 

From where Miko was cradled in Bulkhead's arms, she could look over the giant, makeshift baby gate the autobots had fashioned for them, watching as Bumblebee tried and failed to distract Raf with one of their racing games. Raf's controller had long since been abandoned, with Bee ignoring the boy's pleas and puppy dog eyes as he kept focus on beating Raf's static avatar.

She'd been in there not too long ago, but was removed for 'upsetting Rafael' and 'throwing a tantrum.' Bullshit! Raf was upset already! They both were! And she had every right to be pissed and try to break things! They couldn't keep them here like this! It was crazy. It's what the *'Cons would do.

That comment and Rafael crying is what got her put in timeout - being plucked up from under her arms and wrapped up like a burrito in a blanket, held in Bulkhead's arms. 

"Some time with her Sire should calm her down," Ratchet had said as he passed Miko off to the green mech.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" She yelled up, writhing in the tight hold of the blankets.

Bulkhead only smiled down at her, beginning to rock her slowly in his arms. "It's okay, Miko, I know you're confused. But, you'll see, this is for the best."

Miko huffed, gritting her teeth at the memory. She turned her attention back to Bee and Raf, the former responding to Rafael's begging with a series of beeps. Miko strained her ears to form some sort of sentence through the sounds. Sometimes, it almost seemed like the noises resembled some words, but maybe that was just coincidence. She didn't understand Bumblebee the way Raf did. But whatever the scout said, it sure sounded… Sad. Maybe she could take some comfort in knowing at least one of them felt bad.

"Ah, don't worry, Miko," Bulkhead's voice drew her eyes back onto him. "You'll be able to go back once you calm down."

"I am calm," she seethed through clenched teeth. "I am the most calm any person has ever been. Ever."

Bulkhead chuckled. "Well, you aren't squirming anymore, at least."

"Remember, she's a wily one," Ratchet called from over his shoulder. 

The wrecker chuckled. "Trust me, I'm well aware."

The death glare she shot the both of them must have been as piercing as she intended, all levity deflating from them the moment they met her eyes.

The smile that had run from Ratchet's face quickly returned, though, as he approached Bulkhead from behind, reaching over with a stubby digit to gently brush against Miko's hair.

"We say it with love," Ratchet explained.

Miko frowned up at them. "You guys don't even realize how crazy you're acting right now."

Ratchet scoffed. "I'd hardly call caring for our Sparklings 'crazy.'"

"You haven't always exactly made them feel entirely welcome, Ratch." Bulkhead retorted.

"That was before!" The medic snapped, before catching himself. He vented, a remorseful expression on his faceplates as he turned back to Miko. "And I am sorry."

"... Did the 'Cons do something to you guys' heads?"

"This again…" Ratchet muttered, finally returning to his post at the comm system.

"Don't worry," The Wrecker soothed his charge. "If anything, we're probably thinking clearer than ever. And you won't have to worry about them ever again.

Miko huffed again, turning her attention back to Rafael and Bee.

"Nothing bad's happened yet," Raf told him. "If you let us go now, nobody's gonna be in trouble. We can still be friends. It's okay."

Bee seemingly couldn't bring himself to look down at his friend, staring straight at the screen as he let out a few more sad-sounding beeps and boops.

"He's right, you know," Miko turned her attention back on Bulkhead. "If you just say sorry and stuff because you got a little crazy and let us go, we'll forgive you."

"And let you go back out there to be hurt again? No way. Or to your host family, who probably don't even care. Or your 'real' family? Who sent you away and don't even know where you are or what you're doing?"

"I'm an exchange student! It's part of a program. They do care."

"Seemed pretty eager to send you far, far away to me."

Miko shook with anger, feeling her frown deepen into a sneer. Her lips pulled back and she felt tears just barely prickly at her eyes. She tried to stifle a sniffle and turn away from the bot, but was immobile from the blankets cocoon she was wrapped in. All she could do was turn her face away and try not to sniffle and cry too obviously.

"Oh, sweetspark, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry," Bulkhead cooed.

"It's a hard truth she has to learn," Ratchet called from over his shoulder. "Better to learn it now than when it could really hurt her."

"See? We're doing this because we care. Your family. Raf's. Even with June, it's clear that they either aren't fit to care for you guys or just don't care at all. But, we do."

"You don't know anything," Miko blinked back tears, glaring at nothing. "And when Jack gets out of here, you're gonna be in big trouble."

Ratchet suddenly barked out a laugh. "Ha! This is our base, Miko, we know it better than anyone else. And with Optimus and Arcee hot on their trail, I don't see them leaving anytime soon."

An alert rang out over the comms, making Miko's head perked up. She tried to crane her head to see - Bulkhead thankfully turned around to give her a better view.

"In fact, that's probably them right now," Ratchet announced, a smug smile flashing over his features. "Arcee? I take it we have our boy?"

"No! Just June," Arcee's voice fizzled in. "She said Jack made it out."

"Scrap." Bulkhead vented.

"Wh- h- that's impossible!" The doctor spluttered.

"She says she gave him her pager. He's probably contacted Fowler by now."

"Double scrap."

Arcee continued. "Optimus and I are gonna keep looking, but if he's not here…"

"Told you so!" Miko blurted out, voice flooded with a smug sense of satisfaction. "You guys are in so much trouble."

Ratchet ignored her. "Right. Don't worry, we'll figure it out."

With a final affirmative from Arcee, the line went dead.

Ratchet vented heavily. "Well. This is quite the puzzle."

"You're screwed!" Miko laughed, only to be met with a disapproving wave of one of Bulkhead's digits.

"Language," he warned.

"Stop treating me like a baby!"

"Can't, considering you're acting like one."

"Bulk!"

"Hey, here's an idea," Ratchet mused aloud, looking over different files. "We may not be screwed, after all."

"Ratchet, not you, too," The wrecker whined.

The medic stepped aside, extending his arm as if to show off to Miko the different files that flashed on screen. "It sure would be a shame if someone compiled a string of audio clips that just happened to sound like you're explaining it was all a big misunderstanding, wouldn't it, Miko? Especially if we have audio recording devices everywhere that caught all of your conversations, giving us plenty to pick through and cobble together, huh?"

Miko felt her stomach drop. The dawning horror overcoming her must have been apparent on her face, as Ratchet's smile faded and his brows bunched together.

"Jack will be with us soon, don't you worry." He assured.

If anything, it only made her feel worse.

#platonic yandere #familial yandere #yandere transformers #yandere tfp #yandere team prime #yandere

[crying-fantasies]

Retrospective

Masterlist

Maybe it started as curiosity, in the way you look like him or in the way you look scared of him to some point, well, scared for him, concerned by his wellbeing while you call him "idiot" when Ratchet has to fix his arm again.

"What is the big idea? You could get killed" there is anger more than anything in your voice, he didn't even care before but now you are the one putting your little hands on the deep dent on his side to take debris out of the harder places.

How forward!

Maybe Ironhide was right, Sideswipe will never say it in front of him, maybe you really are a human of science! and that could explain your interest in how to heal or patch wounds of the battle, or your interest in different mixes of energon, or your peculiar (almost evil) laugh while reading translated datapads.

Now, if it were any human he would think how stupid there were to try and understand cybertronian technology or try to adapt to it, but you and the other humans coming and going in the ark were trying to read glyphs, you were trying to understand their culture.

You were quite the strange one, and he was getting worried by the time you gave to your "human studies" and the time for your "alien studies", Sideswipe told you that calling them aliens was rude and you gave him a whole presentation of how you were right and he still doesn't get what power can get a point.

"So, how it goes?"

"We are both alien species to one another and it's fine"

"Good, there is nothing wrong in calling me or you alien, because is at some point correct"

"I still don't like it!" You weren't happy but you let him have it.

An you were strange, even for humans, any other human would've turned away from them when the chance was there, you latched onto Ratchet and Wheeljack in your seemingly neverending desire to get information that led you to an explosion, surprisingly Wheeljack wasn't there and it wasn't his deal, you were knocked out and there was energon everywhere when Sideswipe looked for you, turns out, you wanted to make energon goodies, snacks, candy, and your first good batch was given to him, it wasn't exactly good or bad, but it was the most flavored thing he got since the beginning of the war and he was grateful for it after years of almost tasteless but survival required basic energon.

Your knowledge was power, maybe not a physical one like his, one that made you pinpoint different things on his own performance, in the way he was fighting, and while he didn't like the comments he was still happy to show off in front of you while punching a Decepticon in the faceplate, you're all worked up giving him, supposed, praises with your little arms moving around, "-Behind you! there is another one, stop smiling like a dope and LOOK BEHIND-!!"

Maybe it was the kick at the back of his helm or the way you were concerned about him, your precious notes flying around because you didn't close your little bag, almost falling down ungracefully to get to him when his brother finally appeared to give him a servo, but since that moment Sideswipe started to see you different even when you were spouting quite colorful words.

Sunstreaker laughed at him, but, for once, he didn't care.

He was way more focused when you, once again, took the matter on your hands while Ratchet guided you to repair the little crack on his helm.

"I'm fine with little things on the arms or legs, the head is way more delicate!" Did it hurt him your refusal? It did, because you were doubting your abilities, and Ratch was there! So he was super confident when he told you: "Come on! Doc on the building!" And let your hands roam around one of his most delicate circuits.

You almost failed midway, letting Ratchet end the repair, still, you took Sideswipe servo on your little hands, or it was most accurate to say he had your hands on his servo? You were deeply sorry, more than what you should feel, even if you only said it once, but he was grateful for your intention and how you stayed with him for the few minutes it took to repair him.

It didn't hit him as fast as that decepticon, but during the night cycle he was still thinking of your little hands, soft and warm, you were probably recharging, sleeping, already, and in all honesty, Sideswipe felt stupid for thinking about that so late.

Then, while searching for the things he, purposely, hided from you to get your attention, you let out a "I didn't think this would happen even outside of there" you were sad, Sideswipe didn't need to be the brightest bulb to notice it, and when he asked you he didn't really thought you would answer giving how skittish you were with your own life out of the Ark.

Your words stung deep, and he just let you rant, all you wanted to say to feel lighter was good even when he felt fury on his own spark, he only kept you seated on him, surrounding you with his arms, letting you take rest on his frame, you didn't cry and he was grateful, he didn't know how he could answer with you cries and the guilt of hiding your things, of course, he didn't know, but he had already put so many things everywhere, telling you about the exact places would be way too evident and he didn't want you anger pointed to him, even if for him it was a joke, a way to get you out of the endless books and information that you devoured.

If he wanted to take you car racing you said: "Not now, I really need to finish this"

If he wanted to talk you would say: "Sorry, I'm pointing the most important parts" while you were painting all your book with that marker.

If he wanted to even have a moment with you: "I can't, I need to submit this before the deadline" he was mad at you, at the fragged computer for taking your attention away and almost making you faint of exhaustion.

Sideswipe has seen humans more than once now that he is on Earth, and in comparison it's obvious to say you don't look healthy, so he continued to hide your things, now only the ones you said were from school, just so you could get to recharge while he "searched" or to spend more time with you perched on his shoulder armor.

He wasn't exactly deep on it, before he noticed the way you always found your way to him, and he asked himself if this was how everybot had a human companion, he rubbed it on Sunstreaker's face more than once while he prompted Sideswipe to clean himself because the human left fingertips on you, gross.

Movie and game nights came along, whatever was dragging your energy away over for a moment and he was oh so grateful, learning about monopoly made his helm hurt but he basked in your voice explaining the neverending rules, movies were his favorites so far, some got really good explosions and stories, you called him "action movies simp" or whatever, but one day you looked way too happy while showing him a movie with very heavy atmosphere, not in a bad way like the scary ones, it was most like "Why are those two humans so near?" He didn't get the real deal so fast, on why humans had their intakes, mouths, pressed so hard, and he asked if they were fighting, you laughed.

"It's a kiss"

Maybe Sideswipe should had asked you? frag, maybe even ask Jazz or even Ratchet before entering human internet and falling down a hole of human sentimentalism and depravation.

A kiss, he noticed from his investigation, is a very human thing to express love or sexual arousal, even both, and that was so alien as it was strangely hot, he wanted to try, like the people on your movies, who kissed after a long time separated or after surviving an apocalypse, he looked at you, figuring out how to ask, it was better to ask a human who may have the information for it, and you seemed to know everything!

"A kiss? No, nothing of that!" You were red, like the color of your blood, like the colour of his armor, and, deep down, that you didn't know about kisses was in some way something that made his energon lines hotter and he was more than sure his faceplate had the color of energon.

Then, the next thing came, marriage, humans has something similar to conjunx ritual and he was flabbergasted for a second.

"It's not so different" you said after hearing his very lacking explanation and writing down on a notepad you had near, Sideswipe had you cushioned on his neck cables with your blankets around, he was near to recharge while resting on his back, "so holding hands or hugging, been very physical is the start, then you are really sincere, and you gift things to finally seal the deal" you laughed and he smiled by the sound, "you bots are really fast, we start dating or living with one another before going to marriage"

Your conjunx ritual was called marriage, what a funny word, Sideswipe recharged on the floor with you at his side, having a servo over you.

"You two are pretty much always together" some bot said, and it was in that moment that it hit him, almost several days later, when he noticed that, hey, they were right.

You two were always together like a pair of junxies, Sideswipe laughed, how ridiculous was that! It was impossible in every way! Even when your hands have been on his a lot, or when you talked to him about your most deep secrets or...

...

Sweet Primus-

No, no, no, he needed a moment to think, it was impossible, you weren't even aware, how was it possible? It was utterly impossible for a human to be approaching him in such a way-

"It's a paper crane, I bought the paint because it reminded me of you and I made and folded it myself, making paper isn't so hard when you know how-" your explanation went on and on, and Sideswipe would've been happy to hear you till the end if his processor wasn't burning already.

Like, holy frag, no, HOLY FRAG.

What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? You look at him expectantly, waiting for an answer, and he needed to think this well, in what he was getting himself into while his spark pulsed so hard, so wild, not even his best battle so far made him feel this way and oh Primus his cooling fans are overworking and his frame is heating, what is he going to do? Where is Sunstreaker to help him?

"I like it"

Where is Sunstreaker to slap some sense on his processor? Primus damnit, that response was awful and lame.

But, lame as it was, it made you smile.

Maybe it really wasn't part of conjunx ritual, frag, it never was, by he knew that humans don't get married from the get go, they wait, they "nurture" feelings, and he did his own part, it took him cycles on end and way too many failed attempts, but he felt prideful when his digits managed to create something for you.

Just to have his brother destroy it in front of him.

Sideswipe gets it, Sunstreaker is worried for him on his very own shitty way, it still doesn't make him less angry but maybe grateful for seeing the paper crane in one piece, it's a gift, one he wants to keep closer and safe, made from scratch, something you did with him on mind.

He'll talk with Sunstreaker, he knows where he is getting and, while it wasn't unheard of spark split brothers to share a same conjunx it certainly was no record of a cybertronian and a human, let alone two, but Sunstreaker can still find love, Sideswipe has faith on his brother (as in a joke because he, as his twin, can hardly put up with his narcissist tendencies), they don't have to share everything because he knows Sunny doesn't feel like that with you, so he has been sure to keep his feelings to himself, not using the spark bond they share as brothers and keeping all his outbursts to himself, he could stay here with you, have something in a possible future.

One that maybe will never be, because Sideswipe waits for you, a new hair clipper on his servo, this time more colorful, drops of paint seem to be an expression of art he still doesn't exactly get, waiting for you to come along the next cycle, or the next after that, or some other one.

But you aren't there.

When he knows why, Optimus himself has to stop them from tearing one another apart, and convince Sideswipe that you are probably fine.

From that, it has been an earth week.

Your little pedes, feet, get off him, taking you to the store he just parked in front of, Sideswipe now knows the address and even the postal code of this place, it's apparently your favorite to get little things made of dead plants.

"It's cheap and good" and by the amount of things you used on a daily basis he understood your need to be frugal, he still didn't get how great little sticky colorful papers were, but you beamed in relief when you got those, your usual tired face plate, face, had a breath of life returned, and he felt your enthusiasm while you showed him your usual sticky notes, this time with the form of stars.

Stars don't look like that, but he'll shut his mouth in order to let you have this moment of happiness.

"It's limited edition, can you believe it?"

"Looks good!"

"Sides?"

If Sideswipe had been driving he would've stopped cold dead on his way, you were still unaware of his brothers voice on his internal comm link while you are now talking to him about a new book.

"Sunny! You're up early, where's the fire?"

"Where are you now?"

Aw man, he really thought he had more time, recently Sunstreaker saw in human television about "Beauty naps" and was trying it, Sideswipe took that like an advantage and got to see you, picking you up from your education facility, at first you turned him down, but then again, you wouldn't have to pay public transportation.

It was a blessing, he almost lost you when Sunny was cold enough to try to make him be a bad guy, but he got to see you, every single day, and maybe it was too much to you, Sideswipe does confess that hunting you down town on his alt mode was less than ideal with all and your screaming, someone even called the police on him, but he got you inside his cab with such a good move he wished it was recorded, he wanted to talk to you, know why you simply just disappeared for so long without saying something! Not even leaving a sticky note in form of a kitty with information of your whereabouts!

Do you know how big boss Optimus is worried about you? Or Ironhide? Tracks? Everyone? Him?! Have you thought about his poor spark before just going MIA?!

Apparently that was enough to have you look at him with anger, one that made him stop completely, Sideswipe has seen you angry before and has been victim of your silent treatment more than once, like that time when you got a bad grade or when he accidentally ripped off one of your books.

This was different, and he could say you were fearless when you called him a "fragging liar, scrap of the world, son of a glitch, I believed in you!"

Yeah, Ratchet told him and Sunstreaker to don't say bad words in front of the humans, but not even in his wildest dreams did he thought of such colorful words getting out of your normally sweet mouth, nor the obvious hatred your eyes were shooting at him.

For a moment, Sideswipe could feel cold and terrible despair.

You shouted, he tried to placate you, you started to cry in silence and that was way worse than your loud fury.

"I told you about it and you told everyone, right?"

"Look, I need you to listen to me for-"

You hit him.

You slapped his servo away when he tried to touch get you near.

And it almost makes him say sorry to you even when it wasn't his fault.

Sideswipe has never seen you cry, not like this, and he doesn't know what to do because he has never cried, not even when his life was shit on his town of origin, not even when Sunstreaker almost left him to go to Earth or when everyone else just thought his brother was better.

But he felt way to near to tear up when you touched your hand in pain, recently noticing the results of your action, it was bounded to hurt since he was made from living metal, you were crying, you were in pain, and that almost made him cry with you.

"It wasn't me" he starts, maybe looking and feeling worst than he really is, you are crying and he doesn't want to cave in on the fear of you walking away to never be seen again because he knows that, in case you really tell him so, he will do it, he'll never go out looking for you again if that's what you want and that scares him so much because he still wants to be at your side, "I swear, I never told anyone, it's just me and you"

Me and you, those words holding more feelings that you could've ever imagined at the moment he said it.

Sideswipe doesn't want to, out of camaraderie or whatever, but he tells you the truth, and now you have a resentful tone and angry expression when the name of his brother is mentioned.

"It's a relief" you said later while, on your own volution, taking place on his driver seat, your little hands on his interior, a smile that took his worries away, "I thought I lost a friend"

It hurt to some degree, yeah, he knew, Sunny has been very adamant on what he said before, he is only a friend for you.

But that can change, he has been watching human culture with the older bots, he was getting real information on human paring process with human TV.

Humans startr as friends and then goes a they were roommates and then a human wedding.

It's an objective on mind and while Sideswipe isn't know for his patience, which is killing him, he is trying to take a little longer to give you the hair clip.

But not even all his patience can prepare him for the force of his brother.

And Sunny is so going to beat him.

"Sideswipe you are with the fleshy, aren't you?"

"I mean" he finally answers, you look so happy with the things on your bag, "we went out to buy some... Rations?"

Sunstreaker laughed, dry and angry, "So I'm here working, with one human on my cab and you go on a date-"

"It ain't a date! And what do you mean you've a human?" Sunny wouldn't let a human enter his cab and no human in base would get in his cab voluntarily, not without an order from boss bot, that only meant something was happening and that made Sideswipe accelerate without even realizing it, straightening your seat and security belt, "Sunny, where are you?"

"Oh well, since you abandoned me I'm moving one of the humans when it's supposed to be your work, and it sucks, do you have any idea how-?!"

There is an explosion, and Sideswipe can't hear his brother, he can't feel him for a dreadful second that prolonged way too long, you have to hold to his steering wheel to prevent an impact while asking him what's wrong, for once Sideswipe doesn't answer you before getting all his energon and burn it to reach the base faster.

Sideswipe has always been prideful on making you see all his good, show you that he is almost invincible even when he is being trashed by his enemy, still getting on his pedes by himself and flashing you a smile, maybe leaking a bit of energon from a nasty dent, but still the strongest bot you'll ever see.

When he let's you see his broken image when others tell him: "Sunstreaker didn't make it" in the worst day of his life, you only take seat next to him, he is so quiet in the now so big habsuit he shared with his brother, for some reason he has his chest open and, for the first time, you see his spark, you ask him what's he doing, he doesn't say a word, and you let him have this, maybe is a way to mourn the dead, and while Sunstreaker wasn't your favorite bot at the moment, you were with Sideswipe in this.

It almost made you jump from the scare of his movements when, two days later, he moves from his seated position, shouting as if he is fighting someone, then he shouts again, Sideswipe looks at you, then he raises you above a few meters, a happy grin on his face, "He is alive! He is fragging alive!"

You don't even have a moment to ask a "what?" when he kissed a side of your head and leave you there, saying something about returning with his brother and Hunter by dinner time while you see him change to his alt-mode in a hurry, burning wheels on his way.

He takes 5 days in reality, he ends up dragging back a pretty injured Sunstreaker and all your anger goes down the drain when you see the bot like that, Hunter is nowhere to be seen but he appears later on, or that's what you believe at first while Sideswipe apparently expects you to praise him and his stupidity to go head first into danger, again.

"Did I surprise you?"

"Why didn't you call for backup?"

He laughed at your angry tone, he was leaking energon, bullet holes on his armor, you don't have to ask to know it was a human's doing, he is missing an optic and you would be so much erratic if you didn't know he could get another one.

Sideswipe gets on your level, extending a servo out for you, there is a hair clipper there, "Here, for you" maybe he wanted to tell you something, but Ratchet is already dragging him away to receive treatment, you don't know why so many bots go there or why they also take Hunter.

You don't ask, and that was your mistake.

Sideswipe's repairs took way less time than Sunstreaker's, who was angrier than usual while his brother was flexing his good as new arms in front of you both, Sideswipe had this strange habit of putting you near Sunstreaker, telling you to call him Sunny just like him, and that was scary on it's own way because you understand that the golden mech doesn't want to do shit with humans around for the time being or forever, no one explains, and you should have asked.

#reader insert #x reader #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers #transformers idw #tf sideswipe #tf sunstreaker #lambo twins #tf hunter #transformers x human reader #idw sideswipe #sideswipe #idw sunstreaker #sunstreaker

[the-rat-wins]

Does this frog make you feel calm?! Or perhaps like you have been mildly poisoned with henbane?

Please enjoy these extra notes regarding things that appear in my Shameless Big Bang fic Last Night at the Verona Grand Hotel, in order of appearance. Also now listed in the work endnotes on AO3 (but without the pictures).

This post contains lots of spoilers for the fic.

The train that Mickey takes from Chicago to Los Angeles is an Amtrak route called the Southwest Chief.

Mickey reads Treasure Island as a reference to Loftec’s fic Take this waltz.

The green popsicle is Melona.

I went for fictionalized geography around where exactly the hotel is, but the descriptions of the view on the drive up are based on pictures of Los Liones Trail.

The Verona Grand is, of course, inspired by the early years of the Chateau Marmont, but also crossed with a creepy old hotel I’ve stayed at in Colorado. The name is a reference to the setting of Romeo and Juliet plus the Neptune Grand from Veronica Mars (for that sunshine noir energy).

The Mark of Zorro (1920): Full disclaimer, unlike Mickey, I didn’t watch the whole thing (I didn’t have the good incentive of looking for my crush), but the moments I referenced are here and here.

(About ten years ago, I went to an outdoor movie screening that had been advertised as The Mask of Zorro but turned out to be The Mark of Zorro; after about 30 minutes, we all gave up and went home. Sorry, Douglas Fairbanks! We wanted Antonio.)

Hunter’s name is a reference to 1950s actor Tab Hunter, who came out as gay in 2005. (One of his long-term relationships was with Anthony Perkins of Psycho fame, after they met at the Chateau Marmont.)

KY Jelly has been around since the early 1900s (!). Here’s some of the vintage packaging. We’ll just assume Mickey was distracted and didn’t look too closely at the tube (or thought it was pretentiously packaged hipster lube; thanks for that idea, Deanna!).

Mickey calls Davie “Nurse Ratched” as a reference to One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest; the actress who played her in the original movie, Louise Fletcher, played Frank’s mother in season 2 of Shameless.

Nerve pills: These are fictionalized (I don’t know how well they worked or what they tasted like; probably not nice!) but they’re based on Carter’s Little Nervine Pills, the active ingredient of which was extract of hyoscyamus, which (if my Googling is correct) is henbane. Henbane is quite toxic and can cause hallucinations. It was commonly associated with witchcraft, since ointment made with it could cause people to see things and feel like they were flying. Never change, early 20th century medicine.

Another one of the compounds in henbane is scopolamine, which can be used to treat motion sickness. This worked well for my purposes because I had decided that the sickness Ian and Mickey experience when they stay in the wrong time is a cousin to motion sickness (if traveling through space too fast can make you feel sick, why not traveling through time?).

The concept of quantum entanglement is the other one in my mind when I think about what “connects” them each to their own time, but don’t ask me any follow-up questions on that, because honestly I’m not great at physics and I don’t totally understand it. Storytelling-wise, I just like the idea of things being connected to each other on a submolecular level. I refer to this in Two of Your Earth Minutes, as well, for the same reason.

Mickey also makes a reference to the idea of the observer effect. (Lotta quantum mechanics in this dang ghost story!!)

The new movie Ian is going to audition for is A Woman of Paris, directed by Charlie Chaplin.

I think he would have gotten it, don't you?

#last night at the verona grand hotel #shameless big bang #my fic

[bots-and-cons]

Maybe some Optimus angst. Do you write car crashes? If you don't, thats fine. Anything will work :)

I had a few ideas for this, but I decided to go with a romantic x reader thing. I do have another idea for this with just Optimus and I might write that in the future too, but we’ll see. I’m not super happy with how this came out but I got tired of working on it and just wanted to get it out, also Idk if this is particularly angsty either

“You want me to go? I’ll go” you said tearfully and marched to your car, slamming the door shut behind you as you hopped in the driver’s seat.

“(Name), please-” Optimus started, but you were already driving.

You were in tears as you sped out of the base and back towards Jasper. You weren’t even sure why you were crying, it’s not like you hadn’t had this exact conversation before. It was always the same. He would start acting distant, pushing you away and while you knew why, it didn’t make it any easier. He wanted to keep you safe and he wanted to give you an out in case you ever got scared. You knew he did it because he cared about you and wanted you to be safe, but you couldn’t help but feel like maybe he didn’t care about you as much as you cared about him, like he didn’t want to be with you anymore.

Optimus didn’t understand what he had said that had made you so upset. He was convinced anyone who got close to him was doomed to suffer. He didn’t want that for anyone, and since you had no part in this war, other than being with him he wanted to give you an option. An option to get away from his vicinity, because he believed you would be safer that way. Little did he know, you getting hurt would have nothing to do with him.

You were driving down the dark road. It was already late and there were no streetlights on that particular stretch of road. You had to keep wiping your eyes, because you just couldn’t stop crying. Your vision wasn’t blurry but that wouldn’t matter. When the car coming towards you swerved into your lane, you didn’t even have time to react. You felt the impact and then the world went dark.

When you woke up, you weren’t sure where you were. The room was only dimly lit and there was a mechanical beeping and whirring coming from somewhere near you. You couldn’t remember how you’d gotten there or where “there” even was. You tried to look around but your vision was blurry and it felt like you couldn’t focus your eyes on anything.

It sounded like someone opened a door near you and when you looked in the direction of the sound, you saw someone standing there.

“Where am I?” you asked, still groggy from whatever had happened to you.

“You’re in the hospital honey. How are you feeling?” a female voice asked.

“Tired” you answered. “What happened to me?”

“You were in a car crash. Your injuries were quite severe, and you required surgery because of some internal damage, but you’re going to be just fine” the nurse said, as she looked at your chart.

“Is my phone here, I-I need to make a call”

“I can bring you a phone, you must have lost yours in the crash” the nurse smiled and left the room.

She returned moments later and handed you a phone.

“Thank you”

“I’ll give you some privacy” the nurse said, before closing the door.

You dialed the number to the base, and Ratchet answered quite quickly.

“Hey Ratch, is Optimus there?”

“(Name)? Where have you been for the past day?” Ratchet questioned.

“In the hospital. I’m told I was in a car crash”

“A car crash?!” Ratchet exclaimed.

“Yeah, I really need to talk to Optimus, is he there?”

“Yes, yes of course. I’ll go get him”

You heard his footsteps getting farther away from the phone, until you couldn’t hear them anymore. Then there was another set of heavier footsteps that came towards the phone.

“(Name)?” Optimus asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, it’s me” you said quietly.

“I apologize for upsetting you yesterday, it was not my intention”

“I know, but I appreciate the apology”

“How are you feeling?” Ratchet told me what happened to you” Optimus asked.

“I’m okay, just tired. I’m probably gonna be out of here in a couple of days” you explained.

“Would you like me to come get you when you get released?”

“I’d appreciate that” you said.

“I’m sorry, I need the phone back” the nurse said as she peeked her head into the room.

You nodded at her and told Optimus: “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll call you to come get me when I’m released, bye”

“Goodbye my love”

You ended the call and sighed, handing the phone back to the nurse. You were tired and just wanted to sleep. You couldn’t help but feel like Optimus would find a way to blame himself for you getting hurt, even though it was totally unrelated to him. You would just have to make sure he knew you didn’t blame him, and maybe that would help his feelings of guilt too.

Optimus was relieved you were alright, he had called you a couple of times in the past day, but he never got through. He had been worried, but he had also been sure you’d just been angry at him and not that something had actually happened. When Ratchet spoke the words “car accident” he was sure you had died. He was sure the last words he’d spoken to you would have been ones that had made you upset and that you had died hating him. For that split second of quiet between Ratchet’s words, he had felt like his whole word had fallen apart. That didn’t end up being the case though, you were hurt, but you were alive and he was so thankful for that.

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #optimus prime #tfp scenarios #transformers angst #reader insert #tfp x reader #transformers x reader

[sillyromance]

Hello!!!! I read the pred hcs you made for some transformers and I really loved them…I was wondering if you had more? I’d love to hear more about TFP Ratch or TFE Bee…but honestly I’ll take any character you’d like to elaborate on. Those were SO cute 🥺

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm really happy you like my post - thank you very much for your kind words!!! Unfortunately, I don't have any more ideas about Ratchet and Bee for now... But as soon as I get some, I will definitely post them!

And at this time, here I have predcanons for other transformers from different universes. Hope you will enjoy!

P. S: I'm really sorry for my long silence - sometimes school takes too much of my time...

TFP

Wheeljack

Always confident and calm ninja seems to be quite easy-going at the first glance, but the more you watch him the better you see that in reality he prefers being all by himself, and it demands time to earn his respect and affection. So, like Ultra Magnus, he would be very picky about who he would let inside of his fueltank. However, as far as he warms up to someone, he gets unbelievably chilly about swallowing his beloved team pal down. Need a place to rest? Feel scared or upset? Lonely? Just get in. He doesn't see any point in long ceremonies; his movements are slow and gentle, however it doesn't take much time for Jacky to push you down his throat with a satisfied hum. At the same moment, the part of the process he would adore is tasting; unusual, exotic human flavours would make his processor just buzz in bliss! Sometimes he would take his time a little, carefully, methodically licking a person in his mouth from head to toe, rolling and tickling them with a tip of his tongue, optics closed and lips smiling joyfully. Only when there is no dry spot on the human's body, he would title his helm back and let them slide further into his core. Wheeljack would never be shy to speak to his friends after they got in his fueltank; often he is watched by puzzled eyes of comrades while he's running around his business and talking to someone they can't actually see or hear. But he doesn't pay much attention on their reaction anyways...

As an addition: Wheeljack finds vore a perfect chance to take Mico with him and Bulkhead on missions without Ultra Magnus noticing anything. And he always manages to set her free right at the time when no one is able to see it. So, Magnus is repeatedly driven mad by this small, innocent tricks, although he admits human child's help is quite useful from time to time.

TFE (Earthspark)

Starscream

This mech with difficult, sarcastic, but secretly soft character would be a shy and nervous kind. He would be quite concerned about his tiny friend's safety; when it comes to gulping them down, the 'con is too afraid that he can accidentally hurt them if something goes wrong. And he is sure it will go wrong because he is too used to failings... Moreover: it's really hard to win his trust because of everything he has been through. That way, it would be not a simple task to convince this ex-decepticon that vore is actually a good thing. However, if you manage to go over with all the obstacles, he will be the most careful and wholesome pred ever. And once he completely understands there is no danger - an obsessively willing one. He wants to keep his human companion as close as possible, warm and protected from everything and everyone (especially Megatron). He can get a little teasy in attempt to see how you blush and smile - recognition of his human's pleasure makes his spark sing of happiness; but usually he would just coo at you softly, give you a light kiss in the forehead and then his smooth lips would slowly, but demandingly pull you into his salivating mouth. As a person with PTSD he always needs to have absolute control over the situation, something unexpected (abrupt movements, screams, loud laugh, sudden rough squeezing of his insides) extremely freaks him out; so, you better let Starscream take the lead and stay still. After his darling reached their destination, he would try to move less, not wishing to cause any problems to them. He would curl up in a tight ball, hugging his middle with both arms and stroking it happily, and speak to them softly until he and his prey both fall asleep.

As an addition: sometimes he have panic attacks and feel deep enxiety, so some reassuring weight inside of him would be required.

TF RID

Drift

This autobot is a tough guy which is quite strict to others as well as to himself. So, you shouldn't expect him being a sweetheart. Although the alien samurai never forgets about humans' fragility, his tiny friends are barely treated softly most of the time because they are members of their team like others; they have responsibilities and have to work on their best without excuses or privileges. He doesn't accept extreme sensitivity in anyone; in order to that, he can often hurt his little partner's feelings. I think in this case, vore for him would be a way to apologize for being rude and to show that his friend can trust him; putting them deep inside of his body, close to his spark would mean that whatever offensive things he says sometimes, he is always there for his precious comrades. Of course, his is a QUITE protective pred; if Drift understands that his companion isn't able to defend themselves, he will simply grab little one in a second and shove them into his mouth - such straight forward actions committed without any explanation can be shocking for a prey, but, unfortunately, they should just live with it; he won't change anyways. If you're his close friend or a lover, then perhaps he will go slightly easier on you; at least, he will be definitely more gentle and caring every time he is bound to send you down his fueltank.

However good control Drift has over his emotions, he isn't able to deny that he likes the entire process. When there is an opportunity, he loves examining his sensations; presence of a small life hiding in his very core has a comforting and relaxing influence on him, especially because of his protective instincts. These are the points why he wouldn't hurry to set his human friend free (not like they would be unhappy about it though). The samurai wouldn't tell anyone about where his partner is once they got tucked into his "stomach" (even to the minicons) because in Drift's opinion it could be shameful for both included; that way, when he is around others you can imagine that he has forgotten about you at all. It's not true. And the fact that even during the hardest battles he will keep you fine inside no matter the cost perfectly proves it. But he would pay attention on you openly only in private, far away from the team. Then he would lay one servo on his waist, caressing it delicately, and finally ask softly if you are OK in there. Afterwards, perhaps there would be a long philosophical discussion till the evening, when he would let you out to look at a beautiful sunset from his shoulder.

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #transformers vore #transvoremers #earthspark vore #tfp vore #tf rid vore #drift vore #starscream vore #wheeljack vore

[a-medic-and-his-sass]

I’ve been thinking of what having a Shattered Glass version of Prime coming into TFP’s universe would look like. Like a good ol episode of TOS and the crazy shit they went through

But more between SG!Megs snd P!Optimus :

Would they try to fall into past dynamics of Megatronous and Orion in an effort to fix what was agonizingly broken for both, only to inevitably clash as neither can be who they look like to each other?

Would they both avoid each other, riddled with a shared yet untouched nostalgia from before the war that stings instead of comforts, only joining in battle or strategy?

Or would they just talk. Talk about their own sides and how their own wars came to be, forming a new connection as SG!Meg’s refusal to follow P!Megatron corrupt rule forced two similar mechs into the same alliance? Fighting not at brothers who dance around each other effortlessly but as friends who find a new flow as a river would.

(Or just the Autobots reactions in general! Ah, so many thoughts. I feel like Ratch would loose his processor the moment they found Megs)

And lastly between SG!Optimus and P!Megatron:

How would the drunken-in-power Warlord fair with the purple Prime? Would the brutal Prime scare or intrigue him, having Megatron be so used to a reasonable, he’ll be it foolish, Optimus?

Would he find himself falling deeper into a unclimbable ditch as SG!Optimus urges him to take what’s ‘rightfully’ his, having Soundwave nearly ride up the Prime’s back as he becomes more of an issue than a tool of Primal destruction?

Would he be fearful as SG!Optimus starts to take control with similar strategy his own Optimus has shown before in battle but with less care and more fierceness?

Would he send SG!Optimus to try and trick the Autobots in ways MECH failed after seeing how some of the Autobots faltered every so slightly when SG!Optimus was thrown into battle?

Or would he banish the maddening Prime, causing SG!Optimus to try and take control of a new world he found himself in, crating another evil that is now everyone’s problem as Decepticons and Autobots alike are on the purple Prime’s hotlist? Which Arachnid would no doubt join-

So many, too many, ideas…

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #shattered glass au #tfp optimus prime #tfp megatron #sg optimus prime #sg megatron #maccadam

[transingthoseformers]

RODIMUS: Hey Mags, I've got a concern about fraternization.

ULTRA MAGNUS (pained): I applaud your attempt to handle this professionally. Perhaps Rung or Ratch-

RODIMUS: Nah, Mags. I trust you and your kind of in the know. So you remember the whole Getaway Thing?

ULTRA MAGNUS: Yes. I do recall your intial announcement of a former sexual relationship. And the follow-up intoxicated discussion about the "subpar spike" you have endured since. Ratchet has denied my requests to assist in the deletion of these memories.

RODIMUS: Cool, so we don't need to recap. I know I didn't mention it but the breakup wasn't...it was pretty bad. Whole relationship. Like messed me up for a while. Bad bad. Not Nyon Bad. But definitely Doubledealer Bad. Kup had me on watch for a bit for "self-destructive tendencies".

ULTRA MAGNUS: I–One moment Captain. (Types something and the doors lock) I have fully booked my time for the next hour for this discussion.

RODIMUS: Thanks Mags. Anyway you just gotta know it was bad. I was bad. He was bad. It was all just...

ULTRA MAGNUS: Bad?

RODIMUS: Yeah. But like the interface was good. Like really, really good.

ULTRA MAGNUS: (Clenches his teeth but nods)

RODIMUS: And I thought if it was it had to mean something. It, eh. It didn't.

ULTRA MAGNUS: Captain, does Getaway need to be removed from the ship? I haven't approved his transfer I can defer him to be returned to Cybertron.

RODIMUS: (hesitates) No. We're all about second chances, right? The crew gave me one. I'd be pretty hypocritical if I didn't give him one. 'Sides, Skids is here and Atomizer. 'Cept Prowl, Getaway doesn't really have other people to help him move post-war.

ULTRA MAGNUS: That is very mature of you.

RODIMUS: (smiles) Thanks, Mags. But anyway, I have an actual reason. I need you to swear on your Spark no matter what happens. No matter what I say, no matter how drunk I get, do not–I repeat do NOT let me frag him again. It will end total emotional devastation, at least three deaths, and potentially the destruction of at least one species.

-

GETAWAY: If I try to frag Hot Rod shoot me.

ATOMIZER: Will do.

WHIRL: Happily.

SKIDS: Okay? I–Can't you two just talk?

GETAWAY: No.

He's trying

Mags is trying desperately

Sdfhjk. Mags please don't encourage Domey to do mnemosurgery just to erase an unpleasant convo

Rodimus that's definitely not making him feel better

roddie you know this is a bad idea but you're doing it anyway. Great.

The way they keep going on about "don't let me frag Getaway/Rodimus" tells me they're probably going to frag again at some point.

#maccadam #transformers #getarod #mtmte getaway #mtmte rodimus #mtmte ultra magnus #mtmte skids #mtmte atomizer #mtmte whirl #whirl will shoot Getaway (''you didn't say it had to be fatal'' ''fRAG YOU'' ''hmmmm I'll think about it'')

[blxckchxrrybxby]

Couples Retreat

Pairing(s): Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable, Diane Sherman, Billie Dean Howard, Mildred Ratched x Gwendolyn Briggs, Ally Mayfair-Richards, Y/N, **Mentions Ivy**

summary: What happens when a Couples Retreat turns out to be more stressful than pleasurable?

wordcount: 2.02k

“Please have your boarding pass ready. First-class boarding for Lucia, California will begin in approximately twenty minutes. Thank you.”

You huffed as you listened to the sound of the attendant over the speaker and tried your luck at calling Ivy again. A frown etched itself onto your face as your hands searched through your carry-on for your pass. The phone she had bought you laid snug between your shoulder and cheek. After a few trills, the call was sent to voicemail for the umpteenth time this morning. Usually, you weren’t the type to waste your emotions on someone’s voicemail, but you were fed up.

“Ivy, how dare you not show up for this idiotic trip that you insisted we go on! You've got ten minutes to get your ass here.” You vented in a hushed and angry tone into the microphone. You weren’t completely sure why she wasn’t returning your calls, when in fact, you both had just spent time together yesterday. It wasn’t like her to miss your calls unless she was busy working at her restaurant. Aside from that, what other responsibilities did she possess?

As you tried your best to calm your nerves, you decided to head over to one of the main windows and watch the planes take off. The air was dewy, and the sun had barely begun to rise, but thankfully, this kind of weather soothed you the most. As you leaned against the wall, your mind wandered back to Ivy.

Meanwhile—in the nearest coffee shop—two women sat, relishing in simple conversation.

“Aren’t you thrilled?” Cordelia asked, laying a comforting hand on the redhead across from her. She gazed fondly as her lover sipped the scalding black coffee and placed it down onto the coaster. With both women being punctual as ever, they managed to make it to the airport far earlier than expected. This of course allowed them to spend some well-deserved time together before the flight took off.

“To be surrounded by a bunch of paired-up imbeciles? I’m ecstatic.”

The monotonous response made the witch chuckle, “I’m sure you are. I can hear the excitement.”

With a huff, Wilhemina responded, “Why must we take the plane?” She leaned closer to her wife, whispering, “Couldn’t we use your magic?”

“Nope.” The Supreme smiled, after popping the ‘p’ rather obnoxiously. “Being around people will be good for us. You’ve rarely been out of that Godforsaken office of yours for weeks, and this may be my only chance to step away from the Coven.”

Wilhelmina mentally rolled her eyes as she sipped on her coffee again, still not fond of the idea of spending more than an hour on a plane. Surely the destination would not be worth the hassle of soothing the pain those horrid seats would cause against her back.

Noticing that her lover was far from happy, Cordelia slowly eased her foot out from her heel and grazed it across Wilhemina’s freshly shaven leg, beneath the table. “Besides…” She lowered her voice enough to match her wife’s previous whisper, “…I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”

Wilhemina froze, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention and goosebumps spread across her skin like wildfire. Her cheeks grew a shade darker, however, she remained composed; taking a moment to gaze at the blonde over her cat-eye glasses. Lust aside, the older woman hummed in response, knowing that her Delia knew best.

“Fine, but I’ll hate every moment nonetheless.” Cordelia was about to chuckle in response; however, another voice beat her to it. Her eyes skimmed over to meet the sensuous ones of Ally Mayfair-Richards. She couldn’t help but to take in the woman’s appearance. A deep scarlet pants suit and heels for a flight? How suave, she thought.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to listen.” Ally stated sincerely, laying her hand flat against her heart as she continued to stand in line, waiting for her own cup of brew.

Wilhemina eyed her. “How does one not mean to listen?” Beneath Mina’s composed expression lay a nervous heart. What if this woman heard the brief mention of Cordelia’s magic? Delia laid a comforting hand on her wife’s in order to keep the beast inside her tame.

Ally allowed her voice to drop down to its natural octave, sarcastically snapping back at Wilhemina. “I would assume it’s something synonymous with overhearing-” Delia shot the shorthaired woman a warning glare. No matter how unkind Mina could come off, she wouldn’t let just anyone speak to her in any kind of way. “-but then again, what do I know?” Ally stated, trying to save the first impression of herself with the women she had just come to meet. “I really didn’t mean to intrude, it’s just that I’m going on this stupid couples’ retreat, and my wife hasn’t shown up yet. So, when you mentioned you’ll hate every moment, I could agree.”

Cordelia lightly tapped her heel against Mina’s. Something was odd about the woman’s statement and they both knew it.

Mina tilted her head, “You’re married and… your wife didn’t ride to the airport with you? Pardon my judgment, but isn’t that a bit odd?”

Cordelia slightly arched an eyebrow, glancing at Mina through her peripheral. Pardon her judgment? Since when did she care about how people took to her critical commentary?

The woman shrugged, “Not for us. Actually, it’s pretty common. We have a son and run a restaurant, so we aren’t typically granted the luxury of being up under one another all the time.”

Wilhemina arched an eyebrow, taking the woman’s story in. Did she take the fiery redhead as a fool? A blind man could see past her lies. Her fingertips tapped lightly against the cup of coffee, which now remained half empty and cold. Her eyes scanned over the facial features of the content brunette until her doe eyes met Wilhemina’s. They stared at one another for a moment; Ally slightly shifting from side to side beginning to feel uncomfortable under the redhead’s heavy peer. It was as if she could indeed see through her.

Cordelia cleared her throat a bit, not liking the fact that her lover was suddenly so interested in a stranger they had just met. She slipped her foot into her heel and slid her chair back, standing up enough to turn to Ally. “Well, I’m sure I heard the overhead say it was almost time to board, so we’ll talk with you once we land.” Wilhemina broke eye contact at the sound of Delia’s voice and followed suit, standing with the aid of her cane.

Ally smirked, perking up a bit at the realization that she would be boarding right along with the older women, “First class as well?”

“Yes, however, I doubt we’ll be seeing much of you,” Cordelia replied, forcing a smile—and trying to hide her jealous thoughts—whilst Mina threw her coffee away. Ally momentarily backed down, noticing the tension she had caused.

Once the woman in purple returned, Cordelia laid a hand on her lower back and began to walk away, before her lover mumbled out an indifferent, “It was delightful meeting you.”

Ally bit her lip in response, not finding it necessary to smile nor acknowledge the apathetic compliment. She had plenty of time to do so later. Once the couple was out of her sight, she moved up in the line; continuing to patiently wait for her brew.

As the two lovers made their way to the appropriate gate, a very frazzled Diane Sherman fidgeted out of anxiety near the entrance of the airport.

“I-I just had it!” she stated, rummaging through her cardigan pockets.

“Mom, calm down.” Her daughter soothed over the phone. “I’m sure it’s in your carry-on. This is only your eighth time checking for it.” She giggled with sarcasm, knowing this was her mother’s first time being alone since having her. You’d think with Diane being as thorough as she was that she’d be able to keep up with her boarding pass.

Diane huffed, “Chloe, are you sure you don’t want me to stay home?”

“Mom-”

“It’s nothing for me to head back to you.”

“Mom-”

“There’s plenty we can do. I mean, when was the last time we saw a movie?”

“Mom! I’ll be fine, I promise. I’m capable of taking care of myself, remember?”

Diane inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, trying her hardest to shake the anxiety dwelling within her. “Okay, okay… just remember to ca-”

“Call you every day when I wake up and every night before bed. Yes, I know, mom. Now, go enjoy yourself!”

Diane nodded to herself, “Alright. You’re right. I’ll um, call you when I land. Or maybe I’ll text you before the plane takes off-”

“Bye, mom!”

“Bye… I love you!” Diane hesitantly hung up and slipped her phone into her pants pocket; examining the large airport. It was fairly empty, yet still overwhelming to the homebody. She glanced into her carry-on and slid out her boarding pass, looking around like a lost puppy trying to find the correct gate.

As you stood by the window, figuring it was time to get ready to board, you couldn’t help but notice the poor woman. You slowly made your way over to her, offering a warm smile, “Hi… I could be completely wrong, but you seem a tad bit lost.”

Diane chuckled nervously, rubbing her neck. “Is it that obvious?”

You laughed softly and nodded, “Only a little. Is there any way that I could help you?”

“Oh, no. You don’t have to-”

“I insist.” You started empathetically, “If you’re anything like how I was when I first came to this airport… well, let’s just say I would have loved it if someone offered me help. I lost my boarding pass and almost missed my flight.”

She laughed softly, letting a bit of her nervousness subside. “I suppose a bit of help wouldn’t hurt…” She stared at you for a moment before clearing her throat and looking down at her ticket, “I um… I’m looking for gate A12?” She held the boarding pass up so you could see it more clearly.

You smiled, “Wait, are you going on the couples’ retreat as well?”

She blushed, “Oh, God no. It’s just me, myself, and I.”

You nodded understandably, “Well, either way, we’ll at least be on the same plane.” She smiled wide, bashfully biting her lip as you adjusted your carry-on, “Come. The gate isn’t too far from here.”  

She nodded and followed along as you both made your way to the gate.

As everyone in first-class began to board, you couldn’t help but feel saddened at the fact that Ivy stood you up. However, you refused to let a good, already-paid-for vacation go to waste. You stood towards the back of the line, slowly moving as first-class boarded. You noticed Diane in your peripheral standing alone. After a moment of thought, it dawned on you that Ivy wouldn’t make it, hence an extra first-class boarding pass. You quickly reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the line with you.

“Oh, I think you’re mistaken. I’m not first-class.” She stated, almost ashamedly.

You linked arms with her and smiled, “You are today.”

Once you and Diane had made it onto the plane, you smiled and offered her the window seat. She refused for a few moments until you sat near the aisle, giving her no choice but to take the window seat. She thanked you bashfully and thus a conversation accrued.

One row behind you sat Ally, who waited patiently for the plane to finish boarding. As time ticked on, she spotted the captivating redhead from earlier and her lovely blonde spouse, merely two rows ahead of her on the opposite side. She chuckled to herself and laid back, pulling out a phone. She slid in her headphones and relaxed, pressing play. Your voice echoed through the earbuds,

“Ivy, how dare you not show up for this idiotic trip that you insisted we go on! You’ve got ten minutes to get your ass here.”

#sarah paulson x reader #wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x reader #diane sherman x reader #diane sherman #billie dean howard #cordelia goode x reader #ally mayfair richards #ally mayfair x reader #billie dean x reader #sarah paulson imagine #mildred ratched x reader #mildred ratched #gwendolyn briggs #mildred x gwendolyn #mildred ratched x gwendolyn briggs

[ss-shitstorm]

Okay okay the ratchet first fp au was equally heartrending but also perfect and thank you so much for going into so much detail to expound on my silly little fantasy, I love it! But if you don’t mind, I’m gonna poke you with one more question that’s bugged me ever since MC woke up and ratch op and bee had to catch her up on the last 30 years: they mentioned unicron and Optimus’ amnesia (which is another au you’re portraying marvelously well btw! I love shiny and new to pieces!), as well as a couple of the other tfp eps, but I don’t recall them mentioning synth-en? Like, at all? (Unless I totally missed it?) Between ratchet’s problems and op’s withdrawal, I figured that the tension between them like the scene where they fight and ratchet accuses op of being too soft to take out megatron and that’s why they lost cliff jumper, combined with MC’s unconsciousness, op’s guilt about it, and ratchet’s (partial?) blame for op putting her in that condition to start with and envy knowing he would’ve had more restraint and cared for her more in his mind (and them both missing her terribly and being lost without her), would kind of cause a boiling point between them? (Fun fact if you didn’t know it but the tfp writers had tossed around the idea of ratchet blaming op for elita one’s death instead of cliffjumper, but they had the Orion pax arc coming up and they didn’t want to add anymore characters or smth so they nixed it) So if ratchet spews about mc (and elita??) to op, does op snap too in this case? Do they actually come to blows? Does op even get mad and rise to the bait or does it just break his heart bc now ratchet is turning on him too and pointing out every mistake he’s made and ratchets never been that mean to him before and wouldn’t dream of saying any of it under normal circumstances but is so hyped up he no longer has a filter? I am reeling here at the possibilities! I am so fricken curious bc your unique individual characterizations of them as well as their mutual adoration for mc would give so many delicious untapped layers to that episode - and again you don’t have to answer this at all but I would love to hear your thoughts! :) thank you so much for your time!

(dude I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond to this AND that it's nowhere near as long as that other ask)

A : anon thank you for the praise about everything esp. shiny n new like goddamn I love that little thing so much, B : I had no idea about Elita in TFP until you mentioned that and I'm very glad they left that out bc I would absolutely have not fucking survived that my heart's in pieces just from reading that, and C :

I think they would have started fighting. As in, Ratchet, with 0 filter, would start laying it out how mad he is about what happened to you. He would blame it on Optimus, and at the time, he would feel totally justified in saying it.

-Optimus would be barely able to hold back his rage, but manages to restrain himself. Tells Ratchet he needs to go home, let that crap work through his system, and recharge before talking to him again.

-Ratchet would then suggest Optimus frag him because that tends to knock people unconscious for indefinite periods of time.

-Optimus looses it. Lunges for him, grabs him and fucking throttles him.

-And the second his servos wrap around his throat, freezes. Because he touched someone. He touched someone he cared about, and he did it with the intent to hurt them.

-He goes catatonic.

-Ratchet, slightly sobered, has to pry his servos off of him, digit by digit.

-Once he does, he leaves in a huff, runs off to punch Megatron in the face like he originally intended.

-But not before ducking out of sight and having the quickest, filthiest guilty-wank of his life. Doesn’t matter how mad you are. Angrier-than-god-Optimus touching you will make you cream your jeans, and marching through deception territory with a spontaneous overload looming on the horizon probably isn’t a great strategy.

-Once he gets the shit kicked out of him and finally sobers up, and realizes that entire exchange not only happened, but happened in front of Bumblebee, he decides this was, in fact, the second worst thing he’s ever fucking done. He calculates the damage done to his filters, finds that the synth-en was mostly processed by other organs, chugs the rough hi-grade equivalent of 2 handles of bourbon, and blacks out for 72 hours straight.

-Neither of them ever speak about it again.

-To each other.

-They both tell you at different times after you’ve woken up

-shock, sadness, understanding, and reason no# 234382643 for feeling guilty about coma time.jpg.

-you bring it up to Bee eventually after a loooooong-ass time.

-He’s just like “wow that sucked but I figured it was par for the course having two(2) reincarnated gods and the universe’s most overpowered 3rd wheel as a family.”

-Thank you for putting things into perspective Baybee boy.

-Reader eventually relays this to both of them.

-Everyone feels marginally less shitty.

#fp #optimus/reader #optimus/ratchet #OPtimus/Ratchet/Reader #youfic #2nd person pov #these asks are so fucking fun fam I can't even #got to check off all three of the mature labels this time fam

[autobotmedic]

[ semi-hiatus notice, for... a week? maybe? basically I may or may not be here I will take it day by day for the time being

my grandfather passed last night. it was not unexpected, I think I had already accepted it and prepared well enough mentally. still, I did have a good relationship with him, and I am not looking forward to all the arrangements and social obligations that are going to follow this week. I have been tired knowing this was coming for a while, and I will be even more tired, but... relieved, once it is all over.

anyway, I really have no idea what I will or will not feel like doing for now.

I am okay. please do not try to send me asks or leave comments about this. I will not know how to respond to them, just like I don't know how to respond to people I've already had to talk to who say similar things, none of which really help. please do not worry, and please do not think this is going to make ratch hard for me to write. although I haven't used a lot of inspiration from my granddad for him, what little I have will be a form of memory and cherishing.

I will be fine, and I would appreciate if more social response obligation was not present here. I don't mean that in a negative way (I know others mean well when they try to offer sympathy and understanding), I mean it in an honest way for my own mental health. normally, I do not talk about real life in detail because this is an escape for me, but I did not want to simply vanish in case that is what happens this week. again, I truly don't know what I will feel like doing, I'm a bit numb atm, so I wanted to make some kind of informative post regardless.

#i also have worm m!a and i would like to do it but #i will keep it for later #[BLUE SPEAKS] ooc #family death tw #delete later

[nevis-the-skeleton]

One Shot 4, from my story "The Polar Star" TFP

Kaon's Arena… It was usually something Orion Pax avoided as much as possible. He didn't like to see people fight, especially to the death. The truck saw absolutely no entertainment in it.

However, he ends up going. Maybe a bit out of curiosity, but also mainly because Pharma had insisted on going. Ratchet too had been reluctant at first, but the rescue jet had finally convinced him.

"Come on, Ratch', it will help us with our medical studies! exclaimed the red and white robot.

- … I don't see why… replied the ambulance.

- The injuries that we will see, we can think about the most effective way to repair them! We only see theory in our studies, but we need visuals!

- So, you want visual seeing robots killing each other? That's not quite right...

- Gladiators are criminals, they deserve what is happening to them!

- It's just a rumor. refuted Orion.

- *Sigh*…! Well, I'm going alone in this case!

- Pharma…! Ratchet exclaimed.

- I'm going alone! To Kaon! You know ?! This suuuuper safe City-State!

- Ah! Fine! OK! I come!!

- Me too. nodded the truck.

- Orion, you don't have to…

- … I… I know… But…

- You want to see, right?

- It's bad?

- I don't really know… It seems that for the standards of society it's normal…

- Hm…"

The trio arrived in Kaon easily, thanks to a train, and went to buy their tickets. They quickly settled into the stands, and while Pharma seemed rather excited, Ratchet was not very comfortable.

Orion Pax, on his side, didn't really know what to think of all this… He felt anxious, but he didn't know if it was the apprehension of what he was going to see. Or the fact of finding himself in a new place, which was going to present him with something new.

The loudspeakers around him began to chirp, and it took the truck some time to realize it was someone talking.

“Well hello! Dear spectators!"

The young archivist finally noticed that the voice came from a robot on a flying platform, with extravagant colors.

“You came here to see fights?! To see some action?! To see suspense?! If so, then you are at right place! If not, in this case, no one is holding you back, bunch of fainters! Ha! ha! ha!"

The crowd laughed along with the announcer, and Orion couldn't see how it was being weak not to like seeing people fight...

Two gladiators walked into the Arena, the one on the right was black and red, while the one on the left was silver with shades of purple. The truck looked with great interest at the robot on the left, while the young archivist could not help but find him very handsome.

Orion Pax felt his cheeks heat up as he realized his thought, and he shook his head sharply. He finally heard the presenter continue his show, as he exclaimed:

“To our right we have: Destroyer! And, to our left, we have the one you've all been waiting for! Our illustrious champion! Megatronus!"

The crowd cheered loudly, clapping and clapping their hands. The robot on the platform smiled, and exclaimed:

"Let the show begin!"

Destroyer was the first to attack, and charge towards Megatronus! But the silver gladiator did not allow himself to be destabilized, and easily dodged him, before putting a big punch in his face!

Orion Pax didn't really know what happened next, as he had his hands over his eyes for the rest of the fight. All he could hear were the cheers of the crowd, and the clashing sounds of battle.

The truck really regretted coming now, his bad curiosity was going to force him to see a dead robot at the end of this fight, and he really didn't like the idea.

"Do you like what you see?"

The crowd had fallen silent, and the young archivist removed his hands from his eyes, before looking towards the source of the voice. It was downstairs in the Arena. It was Megatronus who had just spoken.

Destroyer was on the ground, wounded, but still alive. The large silver robot was turned towards the spectators, and Orion Pax had this strange feeling that he was looking at everyone, and no one at the same time.

As if the gaze of this gladiator was turned towards something greater, higher.

"Well then? I ask you a question." Megatronus smiled mischievously.

The crowd said nothing, and the presenter did not intervene, even if it was a clear insolence on the part of this large robot. But, the truck wanted to hear the rest.

“It's funny, as long as we're fighting for our lives, you are there to cheer us on. continued the silver gladiator. On the other hand, as soon as one of us speaks, you become strangely silent. Is it the surprise of seeing that we are able to speak that takes away your voice, which is nevertheless so strong? I know you forget who we really are. But I'm here to remind you that those down there in this Arena are robots too. We are robots. Before being pushed to be entertainment, we were Sparklings discovering the world, Youglings with dreams, Adults with aspirations. And not criminals, as some like to share the rumour. But, at the same time, thinking like this makes you feel less guilty. After all, if they are criminals, they deserve what is happening to them. Isn't it?"

There was a silence, then Megatronus continued:

“No need to think about your answer, I will give it to you: No! No one deserves to be where we are! Nobody deserves to have to fight every day for their life, to satisfy the perverse pleasure of others who look down on them! And, what I say, it counts for all other Slave classes, Techno-organics, Cold Constructs, all robots! No one has the right to look down on another! »

Orion Pax simply couldn't take his eyes off the gladiator, as the latter stood before that crowd with a assurance and grandeur the young archivist didn't even think possible.

“Now that you know all that. Now that you know what we are. Who we are. I ask you the question again. Do you like what you see?"

At the end of this, the silver gladiator left the Arena, helping his opponent to his feet. The truck didn't take his eyes off the big robot once, and honestly didn't know how he must be feeling.

On the one hand, he admired Megatronus' audacity, but on the other, it seemed that this gladiator lumped all privileged robots together. And the young archivist didn't appreciate that.

“But who does he think he is?! Pharma got angry, getting up.

- For someone who scores certain points. Ratchet answered.

-Ratchet…!"

Orion Pax decided not to join in the conversation. Honestly, actualy he had other things in mind. The truck got up and said:

"I go.

- Eh?! Why ?! The rescue jet wondered.

- It's too violent… I don't like it…”

The young archivist gave no further explanation, but added:

“You can stay, I'll be careful."

Orion Pax left the Arena, not really sure if it was a stupid idea, or the boldness he didn't think he had in him that was beginning to appear. The truck ended up on the other side of the Arena, where the Gladiators could rest.

He fell in front of a very tall robot, and backed up slightly, as the latter gave him a cold look.

“Well then, little transporter, are you lost? sneered the tall gladiator.

- Uh… I… I… I came to see Megatronus!

-…”

The big robot raised an eyebrow, and turned to the other gladiators, before exclaiming:

“Hey! Megatronus! There's someone who wants to talk to you!"

Finaly, Orion Pax saw the one named Megatronus again, and he felt his courage sink more and more, as he realized he looked even taller and more imposing at close range.

The silver gladiator tilted his head with slight curiosity, and he had no time to ask a single question, when the truck cut him off right away, exclaiming:

“I take no pleasure in it! I don't like what I see!"

The tall robot had a moment of surprise, and honestly didn't know what to say at the time. Then, finally, he replied, a little curtly:

“Yet you were in the stands. You didn't like it, but you still had this little morbid curiosity in your Spark."

Megatronus leaned slightly towards the young archivist, and the latter backed up a little, but did not flinch. Orion couldn't deny what the other robot in front of him had said, but replied:

“I didn't see anything anyway… I kept my eyes closed the whole time. I don't like to see robots fighting…”

The truck then noticed that the gladiator seemed less hostile towards him, then he smiled:

“So you see us as robots.

- Of course! That's what I came to tell you! Some of what you call "you", so my "we"! Some of us see you as robots! So don't generalize our "we"!

- Is that all you wanted to say?

- … Yes…

- Basically, even if you embellish it a bit, you're just telling me that you didn't appreciate my speech.

- … Basically… "

The tall silver robot made a curt laugh, but the young archivist continued:

“I didn't like it, but, I can't deny it was true."

Megatronus looked at Orion Pax in surprise, as the truck said:

“Your speech is true, but it needs more nuance."

The gladiator smiled a little, before answering:

"I see."

He walked away, deciding for the two of them to end the conversation, and he said:

"Since you're not likely to come back to see something you don't like, I guess it's a farewell.

- I'll be back!" exclaimed the truck.

The tall silver robot looked at the young archivist in surprise, and the latter continued:

"I'll close my optics, and I won't open them until you speak. I will come, to listen to you. Because deep down I have hope that your words can one day change Cybertron."

Megatronus smiled, then asked:

"What's your name ?

- …Orion Pax…! answered the latter.

- In that case, see you again, Orion Pax."

Finally, the two parted ways, one towards the Arena and the other towards Iacon.

#optimus prime #tfp #orion pax #transformers prime #polar star #au #étoile polaire #megatron #megatronus #kaon #ratchet #pharma #arena #one shot tfp the polar star #one shot #one shop tfp #maccadam

[crying-fantasies]

In acceptance

Masterlist

Part 1 | part 2

"So you aren't from the stars?" Jazz almost laughs, he chooses to keep silence while smiling, maybe a snicker did get out of his voice box, looking at you and some telescope he helped to get back together, at first you didn't tell him why you wanted it so bad, but then you said: "I want to see your home, Cybertron!"

He was happy with you enthusiasm, still, he didn't want to see you sad if you, naturally, didn't find it, "Cybertron isn't there, sweetspark", and that's how your question came to be, so he had to explain.

"Cybertron is pretty far, far away" the idea made him sad, moving his servos to put more distance and make his point present and for distraction of your sadness, "we can't see it from here"

"Not even with this?" You showed him your little telescope, Jazz kept on his smile, running a digit on your little head, you were trying to make him smile, truly do it.

"If my ol' pal Percy was here, I'm more than sure he would've loved to show you" you made a little sound, hands on his armor and almost climbing on him, Jazz let you do your do, it wasn't the first time you did it and he learned to put his servos at a certain distance to prevent any accident, he was grateful in the way you shook your shoes before putting them on his armor.

"Percy seems to be a good bot" you took seat with ease, recharging on his mid section, he could feel your warm body, how you kept on looking at the sky.

"Indeed" helped you, using a digit to direct you to the correct way, Cybertron may be hundreds of light years away but that was the correct direction.

One he still remembers and will possibly never forget.

"Do you miss your home?" The lense was now directed at him, you got him thinking, he did miss Cybertron, but the Cybertron from before war.

He wasn't going to tell you about gruesome war details, you were a being born and raised on peace, Optimus would never let you or other humans be tainted by their war if he could do something about it first.

But it was happening already.

"I do, there I had a big habsuit unit with all my favorite instruments"

"Like your electric bass"

"Like my Aghartan electro bass, uhum, I'd many, an' sometimes I had time to play some, play with the cords and even reunite with friends to make music together"

It was easy, talk to you have always been easy and comfortable once the usual screaming died down, you were little then, young even to human standard, full of curiosity for the world around you and the one Jazz told you about, a world full of mechs like and unlike him, "some angry like Ratchet?" "Some like Ratch, but don't call him that, he'll get sad", and all the great things his people did, every great invention done to improve the life of every bot around "Like what Wheeljack did yesterday?" "Yes, but without the fire and the explosion"

You were full of questions he was willing to answer and you were full of attention and understanding he was grateful to have, more than once Jazz thought he was kind of making you see things way too different, in some way? He wasn't sure, but it was endearing when you tried to give him a rusting piece of metal after he told you about how he liked rust sticks and how those were famous snacks back in Cybertron.

Jazz couldn't consume it, but he was grateful nonetheless.

Time moved on, because that's what it does, Jazz left you for what seemed to be a few days, like you called it, and when he came back you weren't little anymore, well, you were indeed little, but not as he remembered while he used his servo to compare how you changed, but you didn't let him do more than use his scanner and HUD while getting away from his most physical iterations.

"Nice upgrades there" you looked embarrassed, he wasn't sure why, you had little things on your face which you tried to cover, you didn't have those before, "a nice surprise to be sure", you looked mortified by his words and he should've been prepared for your hormone induced changes and how to handle them.

"Don't lie, this is horrible" you truly disliked your upgrades, and he tried to understand your point of view, he hold a digit to you and your response was almost instantaneous, little hands taking his servo, looking puzzled when you saw a little thing on it, "What is this?"

"Just a lil' something, a comm' line specially for you, so that we can talk al' night long" he pointed to his audials, and you took the thing to your ear, at that very same moment he took on his wheels and put some distance, you looked confused for a moment but then you heard his voice directly on your ear, "I missed you, sweetspark"

Your face was red, and Jazz laughed softly at your wide eyes, looking at his alt-mode almost mesmerized, shiny by tears he knew, and hoped, were of happiness, "Happy 20 earth orbital cycles".

Your laugh made him laugh, even when you didn't do it as much as before, at least you smiled for him and he could hear your happiness from the communicator.

Then, things got darker, uglier by every mean, and he didn't want you dragged in between all the spilled energon and blood dripping from his servos, but taking distance wasn't enough, it was never enough, everything they touched, everything their war touched was indeed bound to be destroyed in front of them, in front of him, and even when Jazz wasn't there to see for himself you being ripped from life he felt it, silence filling the space around him, making difficult even his movement, radio silence and interference that he tried to keep away with every song you've said you loved in front of him or at least hummed near him, always being mindful of you and in what you could talk next time he saw you or got to call you.

But now he couldn't reach you, all he had was music, songs to fill the void, and oh boy, does he has a very long masterlist, all thanks to you, but is your very same existence that got the silence there, like a menacing presence waiting for the pause in between the words to drag him down again.

When he was a younger spark Jazz liked to think that things, even in the worst days, could take a turn for the better, well, on those days the worst that could happen to him were a disgruntled mech trying to make a ruckus in the streets and his job was to take care of it as the police, or the days he forgot to pay a bill, something that at the moment was almost extenuating or stressing at worst, daydreaming about being a musician.

Now, those things were like jokes when he finally returns to earth's surface, looking at the devastation around, at the lack of bodies or frames lacking of life or spark, everything was consumed and, at the end, destroyed with their killer.

He helps with the reconstruction, he wants to get his servos on hope and hang there for dear life, with time Primus does have mercy on him and he gets hope, finding friends he thought were now lost, humans and bots alike, he is happy while he moves with the group of founded people and bots that is getting bigger with time, helping move the debris away in search for more survivors or to mourn whoever they find too late.

It's not until he gets near your house that his hope, once again, faltered and also incremented, he has been in this place so many times, be it die or dead missions searching for cons, be it little escapades with you sleeping soundly over his chassis on his alt-mode while music is playing or singing.

Be it just you both while looking at the few stars on the polluted sky.

Is a place full of memories, some that attack him even when he doesn't want them now, not when he gets a distress signal being showed on his internal computer, almost making him go back by the surprise, last thing he thought to see when he put a pede on your city was to get a distress signal from you communication device, the very same one he gave you years ago.

He doesn't listen, Jazz is a bot with a mission once again when he gets to where the distress signal in coming from, it's weak, almost not existing, but he holds on hope for dear life itself again while his servos get the debris away, shouting out your name and expecting you to call out for his designation.

Still, when his friends get to him is to take him away, telling him that it's fine when his servo circuits are again so weak Jazz can't get back on his pedes by himself, searching for strength to raise again in Ironhide's arms that are holding him when all he finds is the almost off-line gadget, destroyed beyond repair, finally giving up it's last energy after being found and ceasing any signal.

It was nothing more than a wish, a prayer, that he would find you, and yet again he can't bring himself to smile when he has to look at his group, he feels tired, he feels so tired while looking at all the destruction and he doesn't know if he can keep going.

"Jazz?"

In all honesty, he thinks his brain module really got damaged when he hears your voice, maybe he has really lost it to this point, just like Prowl told him he would when he got first back to earth with an objective on mind, "Numbers don't look good" Prowl has always been direct with this, with him, and it's something Jazz has come to accept and be grateful for because his friend does care, "don't rise your hopes too high" he told Jazz before he smiled back at him, the light on his visor weak enough to be blow off like a candle.

"Hope is the last thing you lose, Prowler"

"Jazz, are you okay?!" You are covered in wounds, dirt and one of your eyes is almost painted red and purple around, one of your arms looks out of place with the group of survivors that looked in the same damaged state, there is dried blood on you and Jazz reminds himself to be careful, to not scare you away like the last time he saw you.

He is running away from Ironhide's grip, who let's him go happily, Jazz is indeed careful, like he has always been with you, but that doesn't stop him from raising you in the air and bring you close with a hug, shielding you from the world with his whole body, to who is he saying never endings thank you's is still a mystery to you, but you still feel every word with his intake pressed to your head while one servo holds it there and the other presses you to his chassis.

You do hug him back, at least with the last good arm you have, and that's what makes you cry in relief and makes him hug you harder.

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In the cannon continuity Jazz's human indeed dies, being one of the victims of Unicron and it's Maximals army, Jazz does find what was left and the communicator he gave as a gift, he stays on earth like the comic and tries to cherish the past with friends that he has lost.

In this continuity, in this AU! Jazz is happy, he is reunited with his human that later on is his conjunx, he is creator of three younglings and still very much in love with his conjunx, Jazz gets his happy ending in my AU! Because I adore him and because he deserves it.

#reader insert #x reader #angst #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers #transformers idw #idw transformers #transformers x human reader #idw jazz #g1 jazz #jazz x human reader #jazz x reader #tf jazz

[soundcrusher]

okay so I’ll give you the run down quick/an update of the new chapter;

Gotten through the boys losin their shit, just woke up, and Thunderclash verified everything that Ratch and ‘Aid put down. Roddy, Smoke and Sea are doing stuff with Hot Spot, not really heard from atm. So now they’re just kinda existing, Rose is hesitant and quiet, and Snow is blearily sipping away at the Med-Grade, still tired from just waking up, and I’m not really sure where to go from there.

Any ideas or anything in specific you want me to fit in? In need of a little boost/push in the right direction. Hope you don’t mind. 😅

You know, you don't have to send me an Ask if you want to talk about your story with me. My Messages are also always open for you. :3

Also, when have I ever minded getting to talk about my boys? XD

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Well, I might only have small ideas, to be honest.

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Rose would pretty much be on edge the whole time. No matter how nice everyone was yesterday, waking up in the medi-bay and realizing that, yep, it wasn't a dream and they're still on the Lost Light, wouldn't help his distrust towards new people. Especially if they resemble some of their former crew members.

Snow, on the other hand, might be more open towards others, after he fully woke up.

What you could add is a small 'break out' scene. Rose knows how to get out of handcuffs. It's a skill he learned for fun and then because he needed to know how to get out of them. So, he would probably try to break out and sneak out of the medi-bay. Most likely through the vents. Why he's sneaking out, I don't know. Maybe he wants to find a way off the ship, maybe he wants to see how everything is. 

Either way, Rose would probably drag Snow with him. And considering how Rose woke up faster than his brother, Snow probably isn’t doing as good as him health wise. Which could lead to a small chase around the ship, because both of them still aren’t over the hill. Especially Snow, and the medical staff wants them back in the medi-bay.

Maybe them breaking out of the Medi-bay and hiding somewhere on the ship, because Snow is feeling even more sick than before, could be a good chance for some brotherly bonding between them and Rodimus. Or any other crew member who stumbles upon them. 

But whoever finds them should watch out, because Rose’s protective nature is running wild with Snow not feeling good. 

Either way, I hope this helps you a little bit. ^^’

Sincerely

Soundcrusher

#ut girl666 asks #soundcrusher answers #bird of a feather au #reg/phoenix #sg/phoenix

[bots-and-cons]

And hello again :) I want a second part about the scenario of a human female who can change his size if I can I don't know. I think I sent a request similar to this in the past

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Well, after a period of their first meeting, the human female already knows about their existence, but she did not want to meet the robots, but she sees them outside alone, and the robots discover their presence and try to take her with them, but she change in size and stop them, and an impressive speech occurs between them and tells them at the end (with a nickname that she chose for them) that they will meet again With a smile and disappear, they tried to follow her, but they did not find her again

, Optimus, Megatron Ratche

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sorry if that too much you can leave it if you want

I'm gonna try to write the first part to this that you requested, but I'm not really feeling like writing this one. I'm trying to get rid of the stuff I have no ideas for, instead of forcing myself to write it and not being happy with how the end result. Sorry about this, but I just don't have any ideas.

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