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Quick Question

(This wouldn't be for a bit cause I have to work my Fulcrum series & Springer series but just curious)

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A/N: As promised here is the next part for my G1 Bumblebee x Reader series (as requested by the poll). Hope yall enjoy & feel free to drop in my ask box to remind me to write for this little bug or ask me to write for another bot of your choosing.

WARNINGS: Swearing & you are quite literally flirting with a car (Bumblebee stays in his altmode for this one)

[ Just Another Meet Cute Pt2 ] Bumblebee x Reader - Word Count: 1.3k

Bumblebee had dropped you off at your house weeks ago, promising to see you again soon. Now you were starting to think his promises might have been empty. Maybe you didn't mean that much to him, or perhaps he had lost interest. After all, he was an alien robot with probably ten times more interesting things to do than hang out with a boring human. You had thought you two had become quite close during your time in the Autobot base while recovering. It had taken days, every single one of which he had visited you, but maybe it had meant more to you than it had to him.

The thought of Bumblebee forgetting about you made your stomach twist, but there wasn’t much you could do. It’s not like you had any way to contact him, so you were just stuck hanging onto the promise of his return. Hoping desperately that he would come back. But no matter how discouraged you became, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop checking your driveway multiple times throughout the day.

Today was no different.

You woke, stretching your body in an almost cat-like way before hopping out of bed and traveling down the hallway. After a quick detour to the bathroom, you walked over to the front window. The routine at this point was almost second nature, and with a glance at your driveway, you almost carried on to the kitchen. However, a flash of color made you do a double take.

Yellow. A specific shade of yellow that belonged to a very specific Voltswagon Beetle. Staring in awe for an extra beat, you almost pinched yourself to be sure you weren’t dreaming. But there was no need, you would be sure of yourself no matter what. It was Bumblebee.

Before you knew it you were throwing open your front door and pounding down the porch stairs. “Bumblebee,” you called as you ran towards him, “I missed you.” He rolled down his window, allowing you to lean on his door comfortably. You gripped him with greedy hands, reminding yourself that he was very much real. (You were starting to have your doubts there for a second.)

“I missed you too,” Bumblebee responded, you could hear the smile in his voice. His tone eased any doubts in your mind, he was just as excited to see you and you were him. Being with him felt like wearing an old sweater, and you were sure he felt whatever the Cybertronian equivalent of that was.

Shifting yourself forward so your front half was fully in his cab you flicked his steering wheel. “That’s for leaving me hanging.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you could hear the regret in his tone. “I couldn’t immediately come back to see you, Prime would have gotten suspicious. And then I got stuck on patrol duty for two weeks… but I’m here now.”

Shaking your head, you pulled back playfully, crossing your arms. “I guess I’ll let it go this time.”

“Thanks, I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t,” Bee's tone feigned fear. Sharing a laugh you two allowed a moment of friendly silence to pass as your eyes wandered his frame. It looked like he had some new scratches.

Taking another step back you gave his frame a real once over, “you look awful.” He was covered in dirt and scuffs. Running your hand over the marks, you made your way around Bumblebee sympathetically. Taking your time to note each ding and smudge.

“Yeah… patrol duty can get intense,” you could hear the true exhaustion in Bee's voice slip through. Clearly this war had taken a toll on him, and you momentarily pondered how long it had been going on for. Then again it didn't matter, any amount of war was grueling in your book. “But it must be done to keep humans like you safe.” His tone dripped with fake valor.

Humming you ran your hand along his hood before tapping it a couple times in thought. You wished there was something you could do for him. “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” you finally said before running back into your house. Leaving Bumblebee to wonder what your cute little mind could have thought up.

Gathering some rags, sponges, car soap, and scratch remover; you made your way back to him. Setting the bucket of stuff down next to Bumblebee, you heard him give a hearty laugh. “What is all that for?”

“A spa day,” you replied mixing up some soapy water, “now shut up and enjoy it.” Taking the sponge and a rag you started methodically washing Bumblebee top to bottom. Making sure to wash every inch of him including his windows and hubcaps. Scrubbing first with your large car sponge, then soothing over the spot with the rag after. Meanwhile Bee, honoring your request, stayed silent. No matter how much he was screaming internally.

How could you be so kind? You didn’t have to clean him, he could have done it himself once he had gotten back to base. The only reason he looked so terrible to begin with was because he came to immediately see you after his patrol stint. He was kicking himself mentally, because he should have at least washed himself before coming to see you. You didn’t deserve to waste your day away washing him. But you did so with such a gentle hand and kind smile, he couldn’t bring himself to fight you either. It was a nice change from the usual aggression of war.

Once you were done carefully washing him you pulled out your car scratch pen. He couldn't bear to watch you painstakingly fill in each scuff and scratch, so he finally cut you off. “Hey, hey, don’t waste your time filling all that in, I can buff it out back at base in minutes.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind Bee. That’s what friends are for.”

“Yes, now come sit for a second,” he reassured while popping his passenger side door. With a sigh you climbed in, patting his dashboard.

“Do you feel better?” Your tone was covered with worry, and he jumped to reassure you.

“A million times over, yes,” Bumblebee’s voice hummed appreciatively from his radio. With a satisfied huff you stretched your tired limbs, and finally relaxed fully into his seat. The weight of your body felt oddly right to him, like you belonged in that seat. He would let you sit as long as you needed, especially after your kindness. But before you could get too comfy another car pulled into your driveway, and your friend was waving from the driver's seat.

“Shit,” you exclaimed sitting up straight, “I forgot I made plans with them tonight.” Bumblebee was going to get found out and it was your fault. If you didn’t think up something to tell your friend his secret was done for. Fists clenching nervously, you attempted to think of a convincing lie.

“It’s alright I have to get going anyway,” Bumblebee soothed, rolling up his windows quickly. “They can’t see in with the tint, just tell them you were helping a friend.” Nodding you grabbed his door handle, letting yourself out so he could make his timely exit.

“I’ll see you soon,” you turned to ask him as you closed the door. Your tone was more pleading than curious.

“Yes,” Bumblebee responded sincerely, “I will make sure it’s sooner this time.”

“Okay,” you said before flicking his door closed so he could take his leave. Turning to your friend, you smiled wide while approaching them, hoping to be a good enough distraction. You didn't want them looking too closely at Bumblebee and noticing anything.

“Who was that,” your friend questioned as they watched Bumblebee drive away. Of course it didn't work.

“Just a new friend I made, he needed help cleaning his car.” You really hoped there wasn't any follow up questions.

“New friend,” your friend narrowed their eyes at you. “Since when were you good at making new friends?” Fuck.

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Does Fulcrum x Human have a continuation?

Hi! I would just like to make it clear ALL of my tf x reader fics can & will have continuations. I just get to them based on demand. I have multiple going & multiple asks in my box right now so it might take a bit, but yes! I am currently working on new parts for Bumblebee, Fulcrum, and Springer (in that order).

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NSFW alphabet for Swerve

heres a nsfw alphabet for my precious angel Swervy <333

Pairing:  Lost Light Swerve x fem!Human! reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: creampie, swerves a bit of a perve, mention of sparklings lol, not betaread so expect misspellings

SWERVE!!!! MY PRECIOUS ANGELLLLL

A- Aftercare (what theyre like afterwards)

CUDDLEBUG!!!! Oh my god but hes also soooooo shy, and brain dead! He’s used all his energy on making you feel good!! Regardless, he still takes care of you and makes sure that you are cleaned up and comfortable <3

B- Body (what their favorite body part is of themselves and their partner)

His fav of his body, i would say his servos? He can use them to make you feel fantastic!!

His favorite part of you, is definitely your thighs and tummy!! Theyre just so soft, and he cant get enough of feeling the soft and squishiness of you  

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

While he does love a good creampie, he loves overloading on you!! The view of you being covered in his transfluid, the pink gooey substance covering every part that he can reach does absolute wonders to his spike <3

D- Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

As bad as it makes him feel, he loves catching you off guard when youre changing or coming out of the shower. The squeal you make and the way your body looks is enough to make his cooling fans start up on their own. He’s not sure how you feel about it but he keeps trying to catch you off guard till you say something ( you dont, youre aware but enjoy the situation) 

Panty thief, lowkey loves taking your panties and using them when you’re not around to help him out

He can overload just from you moaning his name but he doesnt want you to know that </3

E- Experience (how experienced they are)

Id like to say he’s got experience with other bots, but not so much humans

Although its not too much of a different anatomy, it’s so much softer and wetter. He’s somewhat scared of hurting you and losing control over his needs

F- Favorite position

Probably mating press and doggy but where you’re full on you belly, mating press because he wants to give you a sparkling soooooooo badly and doggy because you’re so much tighter like that

G-Goofy (how serious or goofy they are during the moment)

I think he’s silly but mostly pussydrunk so not thinking straight enough to joke

H-Hair (how groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes)

Uuuhhhhhhh, his spike has biolights and its absolutely gorgeous 

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect of it)

The first time yall interfaced, he was enamored and probably had been waiting for this moment for a really long time, so he tried his best to make it sooo sweet and romantic. He didnt quite succeed because the second his spike even touched your thighs he overloaded, getting it all over your chest. He was super embarrassed but honestly soo turned on

J-Jackoff (how often do they masturbate?)

A lot. He does it any chance he can and you’re not there to help him out

Id say like 10 to 15 times a week !

K-Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding: holy shit he wants to give you a sparkling so bad, he loves seeing your hole leaking his transfluid <3333

I lowkey think he’s into role-playing, like he’s probably seen something from an 80s movie that he found and thinks its soooooo romantic

I think he’s into voyeurism, he finally has someone to take care of and make feel good and i think he’d want other people to know (he’s so embarrassed to actually want to set it up ) 

L-Location (their favorite place to do it)

ANYWHERE, ANYTIME!!!!!

He’s into it anywhere, but mainly yalls Habsuite and the backroom of his bar <3

M-Motivation (what gets them going? What turns them on?)

He loves you so much, he doesnt need anything specific to turn him on, but if you touch his face or rub your hands against his arm, hes done for

N-No (something they wouldnt do)

He wouldnt want other bots to fuck you, he’s so protective and also insecure.

I think he’d be worried youd end up like whichever bot had fucked you ( he’s not aware of just how INLOVE you are with him</3)

O-Oral (do they like head? Giving or receiving more?)

YESSSS HE LOVES IT !!!!!!! he loves when you give him head!

Hes more of a giver than a receiver, hes the type of bot to want you to cum soo much on his glossa before he even lets you try to pleasure him.

P-Pace (are they going rough and fast? Slow and sensual?)

I think at first slow and sensual, eventually you both want it harder and rougher

Sometimes he just cant help himself and he goes really hard, but he makes sure to tend to you afterwards. He’s just so pussydrunk and wont you give him just one more orgasm???

Q- Quickie (their opinions, how often)

Oooooh all the time, the backroom of the bar has seen yall interface more times than yalls habsuite

He loves loves loves it, loves how you have to keep up your composure in front of all the other bots that are around

R-Risk (are they game to experiment?do they take the risk?)

I think he’s open to most things, and he likes public sex a lot so id think he likes taking risks a lot!

S-Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Okay,,,, so he’s got stamina for DAYYYYYSSSS,,,,, however he does not last long!! This bot just feels so overwhelmed so often that overloading too early is such a common thing for him </3 but you dont care, its quite a compliment to you!

T-Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I dont think he likes toys, the type of bot to think that he’s not giving you enough pleasure to keep you satisfied if you need to use a stupid toy ://

U-Unfair (how much they like to tease )

Hes an involuntary tease, he’ll frag your thighs for so long, just basking in how soft they are!! He just cant help it, he doesnt realize that if he just went a little lower that hed be in you.

His spike keeps hitting you in spots that makes you see stars even before he’s in you

V-Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make?)

In private, LOUD AS FUCKKKKK

In public, he can keep a handle on his voice

He’s a whiny baby who just does nothing but beg for your thighs and mouth and pussy and please let him fuck you!! He promises it'll be good

W-Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I think while yes he loves when you’re fully naked and can see your entire body, what can really get him going is when you wear loose clothin and he see just the smallest glimpse of your skin <3333 if you wear just a big tshirt and panties, he’s all over you 

X-X-ray (lets see whats going on under those clothes)

I think he’s got a CHUBBBBBYYYYY spike, id say around 8inches but soooooooooo chubby

Its mostly white but with some biolights going from the bottom side of his spike to his tip, red stripes on both sides of his biolights

Y-Yearning ( how high is their sex drive?)

This bot needs you 24/7!!! Even if he has to leave for his bar before you wake up, he’ll stand over you just trying his best not to pounce on you

Z-ZZZ (how fast do they fall asleep after?)

I think because he’d go for soooo long the second hes done and youre taken care of he’s immediately out to recharge <3

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Do you think Cybertronians would like Disney Cars and Planes? I imagine human Reader is having a movie night and just showing of movies from their childhood

A/N: I used this as a palette cleanser in between stories to write a few headcanons. Because everything I'm working on is in depth/angsty. Also you didn't say which bot so I did Swerve. Enjoy!

Swerve x Reader - Movie Night Headcanons

During the war Swerve only spent a short time online on Earth (short for Cybertronians that is). You have to remember canonically they weren't powered on until the 80s...

So for him he only got to consume/interact with human media between 1980-2003 meaning if it's after 2003 he never watched it

Seeing as how the first Cars movie was made in 2006 he never saw it or any of the movies after, in fact he never even knew they existed until you came along and showed him

He honestly thought he had seen it all. He had watched Hocus Pocus, The Outsiders, Breakfast Club, Sandlot, The Neverending Story, Jurassic Park, Gremlins, Top Gun, Beetlejuice, The Lion King, Ghost Busters, 101 Dalmatians.

"Okay okay I get it Swerve, you seen every other movie but Cars," you cut off his rambling. You loved him to pieces but he was a motormouth for sure

"Not just movies! I watch TV too! I really like King of the Hill, Law & Order, Full House, Sex and the City, Friends... honestly I wonder how that one ended–"

"Swerve," you clapped you hands together "focus."

"Right sorry, your cars movie."

"What I was saying was I think you'd get a kick out of it Swervey, we should get it."

Swerve personally didn't wanna shell out the money to Swindle for the data slug of the movie... but you looked so excited about it and you used that nickname he couldn't resist

So here you two were now hosting a mini-movie night with Rewind, Chromedome, and Tailgate.

Everyone was comfy & had their own beloved movie snacks

You plugged in the data slug with a smirk because you had told them nothing about the movie, you wanted to see their honest reactions

Meanwhile the bots were expecting a liveaction or educational movie about human cars... not this

Swerve dropped his energon snacks, Tailgate spit his juice out BECAUSE WHAT DO MEAN THIS MOVIE WAS ABOUT ANTHROPOMORPHIC CARS?!

Rewind is cackling because what a fucking fast one you had just pulled... you fucking mastermind (he's for sure recording this because why not make future historians watch this?)

"Why does this make me mildly uncomfortable," Chromedome piped up pushing his snack away.

"I mean they were so close yet so far," Swerve responded watching the movie like he was watching a train-wreck (with morbid curiosity)

"Why..." Tailgate sighed looking at you

"I was bored... and honestly it's not a bad movie," you chuckled going back to watching 'Cars'

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Could you do a Fulcrum x Human GN Reader? Please 🥺

A/N: Buckle up for a multi-part slow burn because Fulcrum's disgust for humans borders on a phobia in my opinion. So this man is gonna need some time to warm up. Also, you're in luck, I try to write all my readers GN.

WARNING: This series might be overall triggering for some people who struggle with body image issues. Fulcrum will make several poor decisions & comments at the beginning of this series due to you being an organic/human. I in no way condone or believe these to be right. And just know your body is beautiful because it keeps you alive ♡ (Angsty frienemies to lovers in coming)

*Specific Warning For This Part: Fulcrum is Xenophobic towards humans, mild panic attack depiction, Fulcrum's inner monologue about human bodies & food intake habits may be triggering to some

[ You Make Me Want To Set Myself on Fire ] Fulcrum x Reader - Word Count: 1.1k

Fulcrum had seen Krok and his human companion many times around the ship in the last few months. Something about their unabashed affection for each other struck him as wrong. How could Krok love something so fragile and squishy? Then again, organic life had always disgusted Fulcrum. Many Decepticons had shared similar viewpoints towards organics during the war; most Cons had a distaste for humans. But post-war, he found even they didn’t understand him as well as he thought they did.

Most Decepticons were swayed to at least tolerate humans now that the war was over. Some, like Krok, even came to like organics. Fulcrum, on the other hand, found that no matter what he tried, he couldn’t bring himself to like or even get along with organics. He really did try, but he could never convince himself to be interested or curious about them in the slightest. Personally, humans were just… gross to him. That sounded awful, but it was the truth. Their bodies were constantly squishing and stretching, able to bend in half, with thousands of pores secreting slime over their soft skin covering. He wanted to crawl out of his plating just thinking about it. 

Humans were not for him, and he had come to accept that.

Despite his issues with humans, Fulcrum had learned to at least play nice with Krok’s human. He had fallen into an uneasy truce with them. Coexisting under the condition that they never touch him, keep their distance, and eat in a separate room. (How could humans just casually mush up food in their mouths and swallow it?!) With these conditions, he had learned to tolerate Krok’s human specifically. In fact, he would say they were friends, but only because Krok’s human was understanding and didn’t push boundaries. They understood when he needed extra space and when he was too tired to coexist. He greatly appreciated these attributes. It made their strained friendship less challenging for him, and he respected them for that. 

Sometimes, he found himself vaguely enjoying their conversation on a good day. These good days are what deluded him into thinking that maybe, with enough interaction between him and Krok’s human, he could heal himself slowly. Maybe, thanks to them, he could get over his distaste towards humans. 

However, all progress was lost the moment another human was brought onto the ship. Fulcrum almost lost it. This wasn’t part of the conditions. This hadn’t been talked about or agreed upon. In fact, he hadn’t even been warned. Spinister had simply boarded the ship with a human after one of their meet-ups with Swindle. Fulcrum felt that he had been more than tolerant, more than polite, to the existence of one human; he should not be expected to endure another. Why must they test his patience? 

As if that wasn’t bad enough, this second human seemed to be more interested in him! 

The new human wouldn’t leave him alone, constantly badgering him for conversation and appearing suddenly far too close to him. He wanted to slap the human like a bug, but knew better. ‘Humans were a life form to be respected,’ as Krok would say, ‘can’t risk hurting them or their feelings.’ So instead, he always stayed on edge, ready to dart away into his personal quarters if needed, because running was better for him. Better than painfully pretending he liked this new human.

“The others tell me you have something against humans,” your voice sounded from beside him, breaking him from his thoughts. Fulcrum turned to find you had climbed up the ship's bench he was sitting on to stand beside him. Somehow, he had missed you doing this (too lost in thought), and now you were just mere feet away. Jumping up, he paced a few steps back, scared of how easily you were able to catch him off guard. Space, he just needed space.

“Y-yeah… it’s a… thing,” his eyes darted around the ship, trying to find anything to look at besides your small, organic form. Something to ground him as he tried to find neutral words that wouldn’t offend you, he couldn’t risk another lecture from Krok about being nice. “I just –humans are… weird.” Weird? He internally kicked himself; he was for sure getting another lecture now.

“So, you think I’m weird,” you laughed, walking along the bench's surface to close the distance he had created between you two. Your words were more of a playful accusation than a question. The dwindling gap between you two panicked him further, and soured any light mood you had tried to make, however.

“Yes,” Fulcrum groaned as he took another step back, his optics short-circuiting momentarily in panic. As they flickered, you moved closer. Why were you moving closer?!

You were curious about this band of alien robots who had saved you from the other robot, Swindle. He had treated you like a possession, but this group had adopted you into their makeshift family. It was refreshing. But, you were especially curious about the orange-goggled one who was seemingly terrified of humans. Something about him struck you as handsome in an alien way (Did that make you a xenophile?), and you were determined to at least befriend him. But his flighty tendencies had made it almost like a game to you.

Every time you tried to interact with or even talk to Fulcrum, he ran away. No matter what you tried, it seemed he wanted nothing to do with you. And like a stray cat, that just made you want to try harder to earn his affection. You wanted the reward of his attention and admiration. So here you were, desperately trying to earn any type of acknowledgement from him.

“Wow, you really know how to hurt someone’s feelings,” you shot back once his optics were done cutting out. He stared down at you like you were a bug… and maybe you were to him, but you could be a charming bug! You would charm the pants off him! (Metaphorically speaking.)

“I–I gotta go…” Fulcrum stuttered before pivoting on his heels away from you and taking off down a nearby hallway. He paced himself as fast as he could without running, fists clenching at his sides. Why did you have to be so pushy? Couldn’t you just accept that he didn’t like you and move on?

You watched him recede down the hallway as long as you could before he turned a corner out of sight. He couldn’t hate you forever; you were sure of that. You would just have to try again later.

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Fulcrum finds human reader gross? Blinkfold him so he can't see you, ballgag him so he can't be sick, tie him up so he can't get away. Then he find out he's a xenophile

This sounds very non-con for poor Fulcrum, no offense. He has made it clear in the past that he cannot stand humans and it’s not his choice either, it’s just the way he is. Just like I cannot stand cockroaches or flies or lice.

I don’t like humans either, but at least they don’t make me nauseous. Do you wanna know why I’m afraid of cockroaches? I saw a documentary about them when I was a little girl where they told how cockroaches eat your fingernails and crawl into your ear at night! HIDEOUS.

Why I hate flies? Flies eat dog poop then land on your sandwich and fall into your bowl of Nesquik cereals! But that’s not the worst part, when I was small I was told that flies can carry lice! I don’t know if it’s true or not, BUT I’M NOT TAKING ANY CHANCES.

I absolutely HATE and am terrified of lice! My little brother had them once and I got a panic attack from it.

Same here Fulcrum, same here, but with parasitic bugs.

Fulcrum; Human babies…! NO NO NO N ON O NONONONONO!

Me; Louse eggs…! NO NO NO N ON O NONONONONO!

So, all in all, I’m sorry, but despite me being a human and meaning that Fulcrum hates me, I love him too much to write Reader abusing his fears and hate and disgust. I know I write non-con about all-time favorite and loved characters like Rung, but Fulcrum is coward that I’m pretty fond of. Plus I can understand where his hate and disgust are coming from and I wouldn’t want cockroaches, flies or lice anywhere near me.

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Krok is so underrated, I love him so much

A/N: I'm using this as an excuse to write a part 2. If anyone wants more drop in my ask box & remind me to write for Krok anytime :) (Fulcrum x Reader coming soon)

WARNING: Vomiting, reader is wallowing & has existential crisis

[ Strays Pt2 ] Krok x Reader - Word Count: 692

Lying back on the slab, you stared blankly at the ceiling. The silence was better than flooding your senses with alien robots. Even though they had been kind enough to you, you just couldn't bring yourself to be kind back. Something about this whole situation made you just want to shut down and be by yourself. You needed time to process, to just be. And not get egged on by things one, two, and three. 

Jesus, there really were a lot of them, weren't there? And you weren't even sure if that was all of them. Maybe there were more. How many more?

Groaning, you threw a hand over your eyes; you really didn't want to think about the possible armada of alien robots lining down the hall waiting to meet you. (More like haze you, in your opinion.) If the rest were all as insufferable as Misfire, Spinister, and Fulcrum, you would just jump out the airlock now. Because constantly battling robots uphill for basic space seemed like a chore. But then again, Krok wasn't that bad. 

He had respected your boundaries and been polite. He was also capable of keeping the other three in line, so maybe there was hope. Maybe the rest of the crew would be better. Maybe you could somehow come to terms with the fact that this was your new reality. At that thought your stomach churned.

This was your new reality…

There was no more pod. No more space exploration for Earth. No more communication with Earth. In fact, did these aliens even know where Earth was? Or anything about humans? Was there even a way home? Which way was home?

You turned and gagged before retching over the side of the slab. The sound broke the silence brutally, and was followed by more of your sobs. You hated being sick, nevermind sick in a strange place. The door to your room flew open, and in came Krok. “Are you alright?” He seemed worried, and that made you pause. This giant, strange robot cared enough to worry about you?

Looking between you and the pile of vomit, his eyes seemed to soften again with that pity look. You wanted to scream, but instead rolled over –away from him– with a grunt. You didn't want or need his pity; you weren't some dying animal. He seemed to sense your rare mood and instead turned around to leave before coming back. Lying there, you were perfectly content with letting him sit in silence, because didn't he get the message? You didn't want him there. But before you could say or do anything, you heard Krok lower himself to the ground and begin cleaning your vomit. 

Turning to look at him, you watched as he carefully cleaned it off the floor. He was so thorough with it, it was actually kind of touching for a moment. Once he was done, Krok stood and carefully placed a bottle of water on your slab. 

“We were able to save some of your rations… we'll see if we can't find more for you soon.” The way he said it implied you would be staying with them for a while and the idea of that made your stomach churn all over again. He turned to leave again but you stopped him. 

“How big is the ship?”

“Decent,” Krok shrugged and turned back to look at you. “Big enough to house the five of us, and now you, with some room to spare. It's nothing fancy, but we call it home.” 

Home.

Sitting up, you grabbed the water to take a sip. You needed to wash the bile taste from your mouth. “I-I don't know if I'm ready to call it home.” A sigh left Krok and shook his head with a sour laugh.

“I don't think any of us were… but this ship grows on you.” You both sat in silence after that, soaking in the unspoken energy. Then Krok turned unceremoniously and left, but not before adding. “We'll be waiting for you when you're ready.”Those words rang in your ears long after he left. We'll be waiting… when you're ready.

Part 1

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I'm not gonna lie who ever wanted Fulcrum x Human!Reader from me is about to get an angst slow burn...

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Do y’all ever think about the Constructicons and how their way of courting is probably through impressive builds?

Complaining about a pothole or the roads being shitty, and they just spawn in ready to fix it in record time. Please praise them afterwards and tell them their paving skills are unmatched, they wanna be told how cool and sexy they are.

Something wrong with your house/habsuite? Just bitch about it around them and now you have personal inspectors building you something entirely new, and loudly complaining about the previous builders scrap.

Reward them with a smooch and watch Mixmaster, Scavenger, and Long Haul get blushy and giggling like dorks.

Bonecrusher huffing and crossing his arms like he’s also not blushing and his spark isn’t thrumming.

Hook has his plating puffing all proud of himself.

And Scrapper getting bashful but acting like his knees aren’t shaking.

Just say the word and they will destroy or build anything for you.

They live for a little praise and a smooch, please give them kisses.

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UPDATE

G1 Bumblebee x Reader won the vote so I will be making a new chapter/part for that. I also go a few new ones dropped in my askbox so I'll be working on those as well.

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hi kup :)

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Alright kids my ask box is empty again meaning I can finally start working on more parts for my series.

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it'd be super fun and cool of you if you'd also write a Krok x reader. Angst or not I don't really care anything goes

A/N: Of course I can the Scavengers are some of my favs ♡ I could so see this being a multi-part slow burn so feel free to ask for more!

WARNING: Mention of nightmares, claustrophobia & loneliness. Mild angst if you squint cause you as reader are petty.

[ Strays ] Krok x Reader (Pt 1?) - Word Count: 1,538

You woke up with a start, sitting up to look around in the dark frantically. You quickly recognized the engine sounds of a spaceship, causing your mind to settle. With a sigh, you lie back to stare at the ceiling. Somehow, you kept forgetting that you were in space now. You had been launched into deep space in the newest line of space exploration efforts. This time, scientists had crafted a space pod that aerodynamically was capable of lesser warp speeds. The catch was that only one person could fit in these pods. After many tests, you were found to be the best fit for the first human solo trip into space within these new pods. 

Accepting the offer with pride, you were shot into space, but now, some nights, you regret it. It was lonely in space. At times, this pod felt claustrophobic, especially after bad dreams. You have had a few doomsday dreams since the pods' launch. Ones of being sucked into space, or the engine sputtering out. But this last one felt so real.

The blaring of sirens, red lights flashing, as the pod squealed around you, making noises no spaceship should make. The desperate clicking of buttons before you abandoned hope and began the dash for a spacesuit. Even the burn of your lungs as you felt oxygen pressure dropping in the pod's cabin had felt so real. It sent a chill down your spine.

You didn’t think you could go back to sleep, so you sat up, ready to wander into the front cabin and watch space go by through the viewing window. Something about watching the stars and planets go by always calmed you. As you sat up to make the familiar trek to the front cabin, the door to your sleeping quarters slid open. In the doorway stood a giant robot. 

Your heart dropped into your stomach. This was not your space pod.

You had somehow mistaken this ship for yours, except now you were starting to realize everything was far too big to be yours. Somehow, you had missed this crucial detail in the dark. Scrabbling up to your feet, you looked over the side of your previous sleeping area to the ground far below. There was no way you could jump. Turning back to look at the robot, you finally started yelling out demands. “What have you done with me?! Where is my pod?! What do you want from me?!”

The giant tilted its head, and you watched its lit eyes cycle, clearly focusing on you. The mechanisms on either side of its head twitched, making a calibrating click sound. “English… you speak English,” it finally spoke in a halting tone.

“That’s not what I asked,” you snapped.

“Calm down,” the robot tried to soothe as it stepped closer to you.

“No, no–no,” you pulled your shoe off to hold it up menacingly, “don’t come any closer until you answer my questions!” It stopped, allowing you to continue. “Why am I here? What happened to my pod? What do you want from me?”

“From you… nothing. As for what happened… I’m not quite sure how it came to be –but your little pod fell apart around you. Literally. When we found you… you were haphazardly stuffed into an oxygen suit, floating in debris. We saved you.” The robot's English left something to be desired, but you were grateful to be communicating with it at all.

“We,” you asked?

“Me and my crew.”

“They call us the Scavengers,” piped up a second voice, and you looked around the first robot to see another pink one. You let out a scream before throwing your shoe, hitting the pink bot directly in its chest. “Nice throw,” he chuckled.

“Misfire,” the first robot wheeled around to reprimand the pink one, “I told you to wait, we don’t want to overwhelm them.”

“Well, I got bored,” Misfire rolled his eyes, before looking at you, “besides, you’ll like my company more than Krok here.” He pointed at the first bot while sticking out his tongue in mock disgust.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” you shook your head. “My pod broke, and then you rescued me? And you have a crew? Called the Scavengers?”

“Why did you say it like you hate the name? I think it’s a good name,” Misfire piped up again. His tone was indignant. 

“That’s because it was your idea,” Krok shot back, pushing Misfire back. As the pink bot stumbled back, you realized two more heads were peeking around the doorway. The orange one with goggles pulled his head back, his face looking scared. The other stood his ground, narrowing his eyes.

“It has a second projectile,” he eyed the shoe still on your foot, “I think we should get rid of it.”

“No, Spinister,” Misfire turned to the suspicious bot, “we are caring for the organic, remember? Besides, their feet covers don’t hurt when they throw them.”

“They’re called shoes,” you snorted at Misfire, “and I am very dangerous, so don’t try anything.”

“Yeah, alright, Squishy, whatever you say,” the pink bot flipped his hand carelessly. Turning back to you, Misfire pretended to quake in fear. Fuming, you wrenched off your other shoe and threw it at him, hitting him in the shoulder this time.

“Wow, twice in a row, it has better aim than you, Misfire,” spoke the orange bot, he was back to peeking around the doorway. You made eye contact with the orange robot, and he immediately spun back around the doorway, muttering, “why did it have to be a human?” The way he said it made you sound like you were a bug to them; then again, looking at your size compared to them… maybe you were.

As if reading your thoughts, Krok spoke, “ignore Fulcrum, he has a weird thing about humans.” The way he said ‘thing’ made it sound like perhaps he was afraid of you. How ironic would that be? A giant robot is afraid of little old you. Krok approached the slab you had been sleeping on, causing you to break from your thoughts. He gently deposited your shoes onto the slab next to you. “Here, your… shoes… I think you called them.”

“Yes,” you picked them up, “thank you.” Giving Krok a friendly enough smile, you put them back on. “So my pod, it was destroyed?”

“Affirmative, unsalvagable,” Krok shook his head, his voice leaking with pity.

“Oh,” you lowered yourself onto the slab so you could hug your knees, “then I guess I’m stuck in space… lightyears from home.” Kneeling, Krok brought himself almost eye level with you. The look he gave you seemed similar to one you’d imagine a person giving a wounded animal.

“You can stay as long as you need, it’s kinda what we do. Pick up strays, that is.” His words made you sick. A stray? Is that all they thought of you as? Were you now doomed to be the equivalent of a stray cat to these robots? You didn’t want their pity or sad looks. You wanted your pod. To go home. To take back everything and just stay on Earth.

“Oh, you’re leaking,” Krok leaned forward from his kneeling spot, only for his hands to nervously flutter in the air around you.

Reaching up, you wiped at your face, and sure enough, you were crying. “Fuck,” you huffed, “don’t look at me.” Krok’s eyes squinted almost questioning before he looked down at the floor, respecting your wishes.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure none of this was as you planned, but you’ll find none of our lives have gone as planned. We are all kind of strays, so to speak… that’s why we call ourselves the Scavengers.” Krok's tone was low and comforting. “And now that you’ve joined us… that makes you one too, if you want.” At his words, you balled up your fists and slammed them down on your slab. A primal yell left you.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I’m lost in space, at the whim of giant alien robots. Look how far up I am from the floor! I gotta beg just to be let down,” you snapped. Flinching at your words, Krok slowly reached out, messing with the bottom of the slab. You felt it shift, and slowly he lowered it as far as he could. It slid down like a hairdresser's chair. When it finally stopped, you were just a few feet above the floor. 

“Most of this ship is minibot compatible; it should help you adjust a little bit.” Turning away from him, you huffed stubbornly.

“Just –go away!” You were being petty, you knew that. But you wanted nothing to do with them right now; you just wanted space. It didn’t matter to you if you hurt their feelings or overstepped; you just wanted to be alone. You didn’t want to think about joining them or navigating the rest of the ship; you just wanted to wallow. With a vent of air, Krok stood before turning and herding the others out silently. The door shut behind him with a definitive click. Finally, you were alone. 

The silence was deafening, almost overwhelming, but you needed it. Wanted it.

Part 2

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All I can hear in my head when this mf is drinking on panel is the minecraft sipping sound

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Tailgate's rant (mtmte/ll +evangelion spoilers)

this is like 17MB so hopefully tumblr accepts it.. audio cuts out at the end of the preview and it sorta sounds like they censored tailgate lol.

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It would be super cool and awesome if you wrote Jazz x Reader angst?

It could be about Jazz visor but I don't mind, I just would like Jazz to be put through the wringer (he's my favourite)

NO PRESSURE THO! (Hope you have a nice day off!!!)

A/N: Thanks! I had a great day actually, went to the beach then started writing. And ngl I did all the fluff requests first to prepare myself for this bullet hole. This took a lot out of me to write but I hope you enjoy cause writing this hurt.

⚠️ WARNINGS: Death, Robot Body Gore, Guns, Grief, Angst

[Asleep] G1 Jazz x Reader - Word Count: 354

Jazz looked so peaceful, and you hated that. He looked like he had fallen asleep, like he would wake any second; and it made you want to puke.

You traced your eyes down his features; his visor, his nose, full lips. Jazz was asleep, and you could trick yourself into believing that, even as your heart pounded in your ears. As long as you didn't look at his other side, as long as you didn't think about the before; you could tell yourself he was just sleeping.

“Come here Short-Stuff,” Ironhide said, suddenly appearing next to you, “we have to retreat.” Leaning down he grabbed you gently in his hand.

“No,” you wailed, clawing towards Jazz. “No we can't leave.” You were practically begging but the Bot didn't stop.

“We gotta,” Ironhide sighed, tightening his grip on you. He ran past Jazz quickly, enemy ambush troops not too far behind.

The illusion shattered. Jazz was not asleep.

Jazz's visor on this side had a giant hole blown into it that energon leaked out of. You could see straight through into his head; broken circuits and metal debris. The hole itself was lined with fissures and cracks running down his visor and face plate, ruining his pretty face. More energon had spilled from his lips. The same lips that had cried out in pain, and whispered your name one last time.

A gunshot rang out, and Ironhide ducked. You flinched, your brain already supplying another image. The image of Jazz's body trembling after that sound before falling to the ground, splattering energon. The sound his crumpled body made hitting the ground would never leave your brain either. It was a horrific cacophony of metal. And then the stillness afterwards. The stillness that wasn't sleep.

Ironhide took a corner and finally Jazz's body was out of view.

“We have to go back, we can't leave him,” you panicked looking up at the red Bot.

“Listen, he's offline now, there's nothing we can do,” Ironhide stated. And that's just about when you lost your mind. Screaming, hitting, thrashing. How dare he say that?!

Jazz promised you forever!