starscreamcopilot

[starscreamcopilot]

d-16 x human!reader pocket spouse au

this crumb was commissioned by very epic @savvymantis. thank you so much for commissioning me <3 <3

cw: none, pure fluff <3

The mechanical sound of fast-approaching footsteps pulls you away from scrolling through your miniature datapad, custom-made for former inhabitants of planet Earth. You don’t have to squint or get up from your open “room�� mounted on your spouse’s recharge station to know who is coming. You’ve gone through this same scenario hundreds of times, and it has taken on a nearly domestic feeling — as if you are waiting for your husband to return from work. It has become a routine, though you still feel excitement seeing him after those few hours apart. Relief too, though that is correlated with occupational risk.

Soon, you see him emerge from the hallway, your spouse running far ahead of the other miners, whom you can’t even see yet. His gray faceplate seems to brighten when he sees you, the metal shifting like putty into joy — so clearly contagious you can’t help but wave at him gleefully, datapad forgotten. It is fun, and it can entertain you, but it can’t compete with the company of your spouse. Your D-16.

“Hi, Dee!” you call out as soon as he is close enough.

“Hi, [Name],” he replies, not one to leave you hanging. A large servo slides under the platform you call a room, inviting you aboard. And just like hundreds of times before, you accept the invitation, now safely wrapped in warm, careful digits.

“The usual place?” you ask, more for reassurance than out of curiosity.

“You’re really asking?” and his wide, warm smile melts your heart.

With his passenger in hand, he can’t risk running — too cautious to risk hurting you — but he keeps up a fast pace, glancing back over his shoulder again and again. He only focuses all his attention on you when he makes sure the swarm of miners doesn’t catch up, and that no one is following you two to your little hiding spot in the old warehouse.

“Orion spend the whole shift talking about hitting the city,” he sighs, stopping in front of broken mechanical doors, now completely dependent on the will and strength of whoever opens them, and slides his digits into the gap between the bottom of the doors and the floor. Then, with a single servo, he lifts them easily. “Of course, I tried to hammer it into that empty helm of his that it’s a terrible idea. That knowing him, he’ll zone out and be late for his shift, but he wouldn’t back down.” Dee steps inside and, again with one servo, pulls the door shut behind him, unintentionally feeding you nothing short of awe for his strength.

Maybe it shouldn’t surprise you anymore, or fascinate you after so many months living among iron giants, but you can’t help noticing that Dee is a bit stronger than the other miners. Faster, more agile, the best in his sector. You can’t not admire him, can’t help but be enamored with who he is.

“Sometimes I just can’t deal with him,” he continues. “He’s going to get himself into trouble someday, I feel it! And guess who’ll be stuck saving his aft then, hah. Not me! Because I am definitely done risking my neck for bots with microchips instead of processors. No way. Not anymore.”

One quick glance from those extraordinary yellow optics, and you know he is talking about you. You are his reason.

Warmth spreads through your chest, and your heart involuntarily speeds up.

You wonder if Dee even realizes how sweet — yet dangerous to your heart — his wordplay can be.

Dee sits down on the floor, back against the wall, and places you on his knee, still holding his servo as close to you as possible. Digits wrap gently around your back, guarding you, making sure you won’t fall. Though you suspect the soft strokes across your back have more to do with his own pleasure than your safety; the softness of the human race still a source of fascination for Cybertronians. Especially miners, who still treat humans like a rare treasure. So you give him more of yourself and your softness, snuggling closer to the digits.

“And how is your day?” he asks with a warm, gentle voice. Any irritation from before can only be found with a microscope, and even then, probably not. But when your answer takes longer than usual, and the silence takes on an awkward tone, Dee adds worriedly, “[Name]?”

“Sorry. It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about how strong you are.”

A moment of silence. A second or two. Then the air is pierced by the soft hum of cooling fans.

Oh? He likes the sound of that, does he?

He blinks a few times, the digit on your back pausing, but when he manages to suppress the first wave of embarrassment, he asks:

“Where… where does that thought come from?”

“From the fact that you just opened those doors with one hand.”

Dee doesn’t seem to buy your explanation.

“Oh please, there’s nothing special about that. Bots with cogs are way stronger. I can’t even compare.”

“But I’m talking about you. About my strong spouse.”

Once again, you hear the whir of cooling fans in the ocean of awkward silence, but your attention focuses on his crumbling self-esteem. You want to mend it. Not fix it, because you know that won’t happen overnight, but show him that he deserves to hear something nice once in a while. That he deserves everything good.

“[Name], come on. If you want me to get you something from Iacon, just say the word.”

“You think I’d send my beautiful spouse into the city? And live in fear that other bots would turn their heads for such a handsome mech?”

Ah, now the humming moves front and center. Dee mulls your words over with an open intake, analyzing, searching for irony or an attempt to butter him up, but when his faceplate flushes a deep shade of blue, you know he believes you are sincere.

“Dee, you do know you’re pretty, right?” you continue, not giving him a break. “To me, the most beautiful in all of Iacon. Or you know what? All of Cybertron.”

D-16 covers his faceplate with a servo, clumsily trying to hide the blush. He turns his helm slightly to the side, avoiding eye contact, but your keen eyes track his every movement.

“D-don’t” A second passes. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you mean it.”

“I do mean it, sweetspark.”

“S-sweetspark?!” The second servo joins the first. Oh, how you wish you could gently pull them away and see just how flustered he really is. “Primus, who… who taught you that?”

“Elita. But that’s not the point. Dee, could you look at me, please?”

He doesn’t grant your request immediately, and you don’t push, wanting to give him as much time as he needs. Until finally, through a tiny gap between the digits, a single optic peeks at you.

“I still don’t see my handsome mech…”

“Now you’re just messing with me…”

“Never, Dee. I would never. I’m being one hundred percent sincere. Not as your pocket spouse trying to butter you up or get something out of it. I want you to know how incredible and beautiful you are. I couldn’t imagine a better spouse. And I definitely couldn’t be matched with a better one!”

This time, his engines are running at full power. And you can feel it too, as your warm seat has now turned into a hot heating pad.

This time, Dee slowly pulls away the tightly pressed servos, revealing a faceplate completely soaked in blue. For a moment, he manages to maintain eye contact, but embarrassment wins out and his optics wander all around the storage room, just to avoid looking at you.

Adorable. He is all adorable, but you decide to keep that compliment to yourself, unsure how he’d react.

“Okay… thank you,” he says at last, returning to stroking your back. The blush still floods his faceplate, but this time Dee manages to look at you, inviting you two to exchange smiles.

And how can you pass on another chance to fluster him up?

“Have I told you yet that you have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen?”

His servo flies back to his faceplate, but after the prolonged wail of your name, you know the compliment has reached his spark.

[starscreamcopilot]

🏁A Knockout x Reader (non-binary) small fanfic!

✨Racing Human Core✨ Part 1!!

Sfw, no warnings. Just the beginning of a fluffy bit.

Knockout enjoys human car culture and is always looking for a chance to race and admire the competition. He hears about a local race out in the forest on some older roads. A very exclusive event he can’t miss so he goes.

He rolls up in his sleek alt-mode as he admirers the cars around him. The racers all getting into their cars slowly, allowing for him to prepare himself for an easy race.

Surprisingly he hears the sound of revving coming up beside him quickly and flicks his mirror to see a smaller quite impressive car. He almost speaks out loud before he notices the driver. They were quite cute and sat there with one hand on the wheel and the other out the window. They stared forward with a gaze that seemed frozen. Knockout admired the paint job on their vehicle as they waited for the race to start.

When they’re off he doesn’t have any trouble getting through the racer, zooming between and gaining his lead. Until this new racer zooms by him. They give him a challenge. Of course he likes a challenge and pushes himself further to catch up. It becomes a clear race just between him and the new racer as they are coming up on the finish. The racer looks over to knockout before making it just ahead and hitting the finish line barely before knockout. He hasn’t really been beaten at these events and he was surprised but intrigued by them. They get out of their car to the cheering and celebrate.

Their eyes come back to knockout and begin walking over. Knockout is a bit concerned about his cover and keeps his tinted windows mostly up but cracks one so that he can speak.

“That was an intense race, wasn’t sure if I was gonna beat you.” They spoke as they checked out the car. Obviously an enthusiast.

“Nice car btw.” They smiled and knockout felt his spark surge a bit like a heartskip. He enjoyed the praise. “Oh, thank you! Yea you were extremely fast!” He exclaimed. They both talks a bit about racing before Knockout had the guts to ask for their number. Of course the racer complied and blushed a bit. This made Knockout almost smile in his achievement. They smiled before walking back to their car.

“Till next time.” They hollered and got into their car before speeding off. Knockout felt very intrigued by this racer, which confused him a bit as they were a human. He enjoyed the car culture but humans were, well just humans. He couldn’t lie that he was interested in getting to know them.

Knockout texted them quite a bit about cars. He found out they were a mechanic and had quite a car collection. They kept offering for him to come see it. He saw them only at the races and they took turns winning against each other. He had never left his alt-form and the human he had come to care for would always tease him about not leaving his car. Wondering what his secret was.

“Maybe you’re super short?” They would tease or they wondered if he was just insecure about his appearance. Neither were close to the truth.

Until one day after weeks of talking and texting there was a race planned during a pretty narly storm. Knockout wasn’t too concerned, but he couldn’t lie that he was eyeing the tire choice on his companions vehicle.

They weren’t three weather tires and it seemed they were gonna rely on drifting it around the turns. He didn’t question how good they were but it was still gonna be a dangerous race.

When the race begun they both zoomed off working their way through the racers on the straight away and the first turn came. Knockout slowed down to let them drift around it and make sure they got through okay and when they drifted it perfectly they zoomed off leaving him in the dust. He chuckled in admiration of this human he had claimed as companion.

After a few more turns the weather really turned and before they could see it there was a tree in the road. The racer was already drifting around the turn before they saw it and in the event they lost control and went off the road into a ditch pretty hard. Knockout came up behind them and saw the tree. His spark sank as he scanned for their vehicle. Had it fallen after? He then noticed the tire lines going off the side down into a revine. He gasped and transformed so that he had some control on his descent.

He stepped down quickly to find the car had hit a tree and was pretty banged up. The driver was unconscious. He almost ran over and knelt before side the door. He tried to carefully open it and his servo grasped the human. He used his other to lay them down on so he could look at them. They were alive but he worried for their health.

“Come on y/n, wake up.” He whispered. They didn’t budge. He sighed looking around. They must have allied off the rest of the race as the other racers never passed above them. He stare down at the human in his servo and one of his digits came up to caress their face. The touch seemed to wake them and they stirred. He immediately thought about how they may react to a giant alien robot holding them. Before he foul think of a plan their eyes fluttered open and met his optics.

“Wh-what the hell!” They screamed and they began to fight. “Hey hey it’s okay it’s okay. It’s me, Knockout.” He had told them his name and they figured it was a nickname. They sure don’t now. His optics pleaded for them to understand.

The human was breathing heavily but they tried to calm down abit. “But you’re a robot? What do you mean you’re Knockout??” They asked. He sighed and began to set them down softly before standing back up and transforming into his alt-mode. They just stared.

“That’s why you never got out of the car?” They asked as if they were answering themself. He revved his engine and approached them slowly. He opened their door to reveal no one was in the drivers seat. Y/n was astonished before reality outside of this encounter hit them. They looked over to see their precious car against a tree and they huffed. It all started to hit them. They had crashed and must have gone unconscious before Knockout got them out. They looked back at the bot after inspecting the damage of their own car and walked back over. Knockout stayed in alt-mode as to not scare them further.

Their hand came down to the hood of Knockout and patted it as a thank you.

“You saved me.” They breathed softly. Knockout wouldn’t necessarily show how happy he was for the contact but the feeling of their hand felt wonderful

“Now I gotta get my car back to the shop.” Y/n sighed and stood before it with their hands on their hips. Knockout just admired them in thought.

“Okay the tow truck will be here in a minute. Thanks for everything! I’ll let ya get ho- where ever it is you stay.” Y/n tried to tell Knockout. They felt bad for him being here all this time. It was still rainy and the air was cold. He could see them visually shaking.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke sternly. It was hard to take him seriously in his alt-mode but y/n shook their head. “No it’s okay. The tower will be here soon and I’ll just ride back to my shop.” They insisted. Knockout did not budge. Y/n groaned before shrugging. They gave in to his persistent nature.

“You look cold my dear, here.” He chuckled at their pouting before opened his door. Y/n looked at the empty seat hesitating. “You want me to sit in your car mode?” They watched their words as to not make it weird. Knockout really handy had anyone in his alt-mode but his spark felt warm thinking of this human protected where he could take care of them.

“Yes, don’t worry, it is safe.. and warm I might add.” They only nodded before stepping into the car and taking a seat in the passenger. They looked around and admired the state of his alt-mode. He took very good care of himself and it was like sitting inside a model vehicle. y/n stroked the console and door as they admired it. Knockout shook startling them.

“Sorry my dear, it use to this.” He then turned the heat on and let them warm up. They snuggled into the chair which he enjoyed as they waited for the tow truck. The rain almost putting them to sleep.

When the tow truck arrived they got out and greeted them leaving knockout in the rain to wait.

“Do you need a ride?” The Tow man asked not realizing Knockout was there which he responded by turning his brights on to blind the man. Y/n panicked and said the only thing that came to mind.

“Oh sorry, my boyfriend will drive me. He is persistent.” Knockout heard this and revved slightly in contentment. He liked the sound of that.

y/n ran back to the car and got in. They glared at the center dash like they were looking at Knockout. “Did you have to do that?” They grumbled in which he responded. “Of course, I am your boyfriend after all..” he chuckled which received a blush. “I didn’t know what to say. That came to mind first.” They hid their face.

Y/n had Knockout lead the tow truck to the shop and had them park the car at the entrance before they yawned and stepped in. They looked to see a Knockout still there. “If you need somewhere to sleep out of the rain you can pull in. There’s plenty of room. I use the room above the shop.” They exclaimed as Knockout pulled into the garage. When the door was down she transformer back and sat down to where he didn’t break anything. Y/n stood before him, gazing up at the massive bot. Knockout’s optics pierced their soul with a look of care as he admired them and their astonishment.

He reached out his servo for them to examine if they so wished, hoping they would trust him more. They examined it with their mechanical interest. “Youre so unreal.” They mumbled as they stroked the digits. He smirked a bit and his servo came to reach behind them and lay it upon their back. Each digit softly caressing. They gulped looking up at the bot. He then brought those digits to close around them and bring them close to his face. His other servo was brought up and as gently as he could stroke the hair from their face and check for any injury from earlier. Y/n wasn’t sure what he was doing until he started to poke at their joints.

“What are you? Some part of Doctor checking me for injury?” They giggled as it began to tickle.

“Actually yes.” He grinned. “I am a doctor of sorts. Of course I specialize in bots like myself. I was just worried for you.” He sighed. “I was so scared I lost you during that race. Seeing you unconscious… I didn’t care about my cover anymore.” He leaned in and his faceplate almost touched y/n.

They leaned forward in his servo and laid their head against his faceplate making him jump. “Thanks Knockout.” They whispered and then laid a light kiss on where their head had been.

After some time of them talking in person y/n laid some old cloth down and made a comfier place for him to sleep. Before they could say goodnight and walk up the stairs to their small apartment above they were grabbed by the waist by a digit. “Stay here. Please.” They heard the quietest this not had ever spoken. When they turned Knockout was looking elsewhere, maybe a bit embarrassed. They smiled softly and walked back to his side as he laid down. He was on his side looking down at the human as they gazed up at them. “Where am I suppose to sleep big guy?” They chuckled looking around. Before they could find a spot upon the blankets Knockout was already grabbing them and bringing them to his faceplate as he made himself comfortable with his head against the blankets. His head was partially on their side as they laid where he put them. They got the message he wanted them to snuggle his faceplate and accepted. Their hands stroking the different seams of metal. He seem to him as he snuggled closer and her servos wrapped around them cliched slightly.

“Goodnight, race star,” they whispered before laying a quick kiss upon his cheek.

Okay chat this is part 1? If ya like it I’ll continue. I haven’t wrote transformers stuff before so bear with me. XD

[starscreamcopilot]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[tfp] obsessed!orion pax x human!reader

summary: what if optimus' obsession bypassed his memory loss? what if he was so infatuated that even his past self yearned for you?

cw: fluff, pinch of angst, canon divergence: orion is taken by the autobots, obsessive thoughts, clinginess, orion literally cannot be left alone for one(1) second, tbh nothing happens in this, i just wanted to write obsessed!orion interacting with you, bad writing, silliness

word count: 4700

"Come to the base. It's urgent."

As you stare at the terse message from Ratchet, your chewing slows and stops. A storm of questions whirls in your mind, panic creeping into your body. Before you can even type a single letter, your phone rings. The caller is none other than the Autobot medic himself. You answer in less than a second.

"Hello? Ratchet, please don't scare me—what exactly happened?"

"It's about Optimus." Your heart skips a beat. "During the last mission, he was... injured. Or, to be precise, damaged."

"Is it serious?" you ask, pacing nervously around the break room. Lunch now long forgotten. "Will he be all right?"

"Physically—he's never looked or felt better. Mentally, however... that's a different story. I'll explain the details when you get here. And make it quick."

"Hold on, wait—I can't just leave work early like that. There's a whole procedure for this. I can't just waltz out, even though I’d love to leave right now."

"...In an hour and a half, I expect to see you here at the base. See you then."

He hangs up. You stare at your phone screen for a moment, replaying the conversation in your head. Something serious must have happened—Ratchet wouldn’t disturb you at work otherwise. And it involved Optimus... You bite your lip, torn by indecision. You need to at least make sure he's okay, to see with your own eyes what Ratchet was talking about. Otherwise, you'll regret your negligence and spend the rest of the day worrying.

Shoving the half-eaten sandwich into your bag, you rush to your computer to draft a request for early leave, praying fervently that your boss will grant it.

You kept pressing the gas, speeding toward the base, trying to balance obeying traffic laws with worrying about the Autobot. You knew he had been preparing for a mission recently, he had told you about it during a ride you shared, but you didn’t expect it to end like this. Maybe you should have, considering you were associated with a race of aliens deeply embroiled in a centuries-long war, but you always pushed such unpleasant thoughts to the back of your mind, wishing your friends the best. Now, though, all the worst scenarios were coming to the surface. Had he fallen into a coma? Was his processor damaged? Had he died? You didn’t want to think about such an ending. Optimus was alive. You were sure of that.

Seeing the familiar red rock, a tight knot of anxiety gripped your throat. In a few moments, you were about to drive into what was practically your second home, not knowing what awaited you. You glanced at the clock. You were half an hour late—well beyond the time Ratchet had given you.

As if on cue, the medic called you again.

“Don’t enter the hangar. Leave the vehicle at the entrance.”

Before you could say a word, he hung up, leaving you to sigh in frustration.

Following his instructions, you parked at the main entrance and made the rest of the journey on foot. The lights seemed especially harsh, glaring into your eyes as the tunnel stretched endlessly ahead of you, as if warning you, giving you one last chance to turn back. But no force on Earth could stop you now. Determined, you marched forward, needing to know what had happened to your friend.

The hangar was full of Autobots, their sheer presence intimidating. You had thought you were over the feeling of smallness that came with being one of the humans among them, but now it hit you again, hard, dredging up memories of when humans in their midst were still a novelty. You froze for a moment, your courage momentarily disappearing in the shadows of giants.

It wasn’t until your eyes landed on the reason you had left work early that you began to breathe again. Optimus stood there, seemingly whole and healthy, facing the platform where the kids likely were. Relief washed over you. He was alive. Your heart was still racing, but the weight of dread lifted slightly, leaving you braced for the next wave of bad news.

"Hey, sorry I’m late. Work took longer than I expected," you called out.

Your voice immediately caught his attention. Optimus turned to you so abruptly that it shocked everyone present, abandoning the conversation he had been engaged in. Tilting your head back to meet his gaze, you were surprised when he knelt down on one knee, making himself more accessible. You still had to look up, but now his face wasn’t obscured by his… windshields.

The first hint that something was off was his smile—wide, cheerful, and curious. Optimus didn’t smile like that, not even when something genuinely delighted him. Worry started gnawing at you again. Something was wrong.

"Greetings. You must be our next human ally, correct?"

At first, you were at a loss for words. Of all the scenarios you had imagined, memory loss hadn’t even crossed your mind. But before the conversation could veer into awkward territory or panic could take hold, you managed to reply, mirroring his smile.

"That’s right."

"You seem… familiar. As though we have met before."

The hangar fell silent, the atmosphere thickening.

"Of course he would remember her," Ratchet hissed under his breath. You shot him a glare filled with venom.

Focusing back on the mech before you, you forced a calm smile, masking the whirlwind of emotions inside you. You felt like you were on the verge of exploding—uncertain whether to jog his memories or pretend this was truly your first meeting. Why hadn’t anyone given you guidance on how to handle this?

"Erm, well…" you began, only for Ratchet to step in and spare you.

"Humans can look quite similar at first glance," the medic interjected. "Orion, this is [Name], the last human who should know of our existence."

A flicker of something lit up in his cyan optics—something indefinable, known only to him.

"Greetings, [Name]. It is a great pleasure to meet you."

He extended a servo toward you. Tentatively, you clasped one of his digits, ignoring the ache in your heart. This shouldn’t have been happening. You shouldn’t have to forge a new relationship with someone so dear to you. It felt uncanny—like he was wearing Optimus’s skin but was someone entirely different inside. It was unnerving, disorienting. Yet this stranger had knelt before you, reduced himself to your scale to show respect, just as Optimus always had. It was a glimpse of his alternate self, a sign of the inherent honor and kindness he still carried.

"Hello, Orion. The pleasure is all mine."

Letting go of his servo, you gave him an apologetic smile, signaling the end of the conversation. You needed answers, clarity about the situation, before you could decide how to proceed. As Orion straightened up, you stepped past him toward the platform. You could feel curious optics on you, particularly his, as you fist-bumped the kids. Unbeknownst to you, Orion clenched his servo in the same way you had during your handshake.

"So," you said to Ratchet, "what happened?"

The medic sighed, clearly weary of recounting the story yet again. But you had to know. You listened intently, the details unsettling and at times horrifying, but you felt a growing sense of calm. At least now you knew what you were dealing with—what topics to avoid, how to act. The relief faded, however, when you learned that the first attempt to restore Optimus’s memories had failed, and no date had been set for the next.

As Ratchet spoke, most of the team dispersed, leaving only you, the medic, and Orion in the hangar. Taking a moment to process everything, you glanced at Orion, catching his curious gaze.

This was your new reality. Optimus was gone, yet not entirely, standing just a few meters away, watching you intently. It was too much to dwell on. You needed something to distract yourself.

Standing from the couch, you headed down the stairs. You figured you’d be here for the rest of the evening, so you might as well find something productive to do.

"[Name]?" Orion’s voice stopped you in your tracks. He looked genuinely concerned. "Are you leaving already?"

His behavior puzzled you.

"I’m just going to grab my things. I’ll be right back."

"I see. May I accompany you?"

Oh, that was adorable—especially with the hopeful tone in his voice.

"I’m not sure you’ll fit in the tunnel in your current form," you teased with a laugh. "It won’t take long. I’ll be back in a minute."

This time, you quickened your pace.

For several hours, Orion's life had been filled with uncertainty. He didn’t know how he had ended up on this planet, who the Autobots around him were, or why they called him "Prime" when he felt he was unworthy of the title. And now, another enigma had appeared—you. Orion could not rationalize the overwhelming need to be near you. He had felt it the moment he laid his optics on you. The need to stay close, to converse, to observe. The need to know you better. Never before had such intense emotions stirred within him for anyone, let alone a stranger. But you weren’t a stranger. This may have been your first meeting, and he may have spoken to you for the first time, but you were not unfamiliar. Of that, he was absolutely certain.

Seconds stretched into minutes, and minutes into hours since you had disappeared into the tunnel. He regretted not following you, even if it meant transforming into his alt-form. At least he would have kept an optic on you, preventing the gnawing feelings of confusion and longing from devouring him from inside.

Ratchet watched his friend closely. He recognized that look, that body language. He knew what it signified, what storm was brewing in Orion’s processor. Optimus had been the same when it came to you. For a brief moment, his friend was back. Too bad it was under such circumstances.

"Do you really remember that woman?" he asked.

"I am not certain," Orion replied, still gazing toward the tunnel. "I feel like she is not a stranger, even though I know this was our first encounter. And as… Prime, if I indeed held that title, was she close to me?"

Primus.

"Perhaps closer than any human, but only Optimus knew to what extent. That might explain why you recognized her."

"Then she is special."

"Everything points to that."

Orion glanced at him, offering a faint smile. For reasons Ratchet couldn’t quite explain, the gesture was hard to look at. Fortunately, you emerged from the tunnel, giving him an excuse to start working again.

"See? I told you it’d only take a minute," you laughed, a black backpack slung over your shoulder.

Orion didn’t confess the truth—that by his reckoning, you had been gone an eternity. He watched intently as you climbed the stairs and took a seat on the couch.

"So, Orion," you began, "what did you do on Cybertron?"

Oh. You were curious about him? Truly? He had never thought of himself as particularly interesting.

It was fortunate that you were not looking at him because his body language betrayed his embarrassment.

"I was an archivist. Do humans on Earth have similar professions?"

"Of course. You know, I’ve always admired archivists. It’s meticulous work, requiring patience and nerves of steel—if you know what I mean. Anyway, it’s an important job, and anyone who takes it up is very cool in my book."

"Cool?"

"You know, fascinating, impressive, admirable."

"Does that mean that... in your optics, I am… cool?"

He asked without thinking and immediately regretted it when you gave him an amused look. Embarrassed, he tilted his helm downward. For such a towering and formidable being, he was also astonishingly skittish. It was peculiar to see a former Prime in such a light, but it made him more relatable, more emotionally accessible. Even so, you couldn’t deny that you missed Optimus.

"Of course, you’re cool to me."

That answer brightened him. A spectacle of stars dances in his optics.

You returned to typing on your laptop, but Orion had other plans for you.

"It seems I still have much to learn about this planet."

"I think you’ll catch on quickly. Besides, if it makes you feel any better, the other bots don’t know everything either. If you’re ever unsure, just ask. I’ll do my best to help."

"Thank you, [Name]. Your kindness is very important to me."

"Anytime. If you’d like, you could also explore our literature—it’ll give you a good insight into what humanity is all about. That sounds like a fitting activity for an archivist, doesn’t it?"

He would much rather have you as his sole source of knowledge about your species, as it meant spending more time with you. He wanted to know not just what you were but who you were—your interests, where you worked, how you spent your free time, your philosophy, beliefs, and hobbies. Everything you were willing to share. He wanted to know you inside and out, to solidify this sense of connection and make it real. And if you wished, he would bare his own secrets, reveal his spark, and show you every part of himself. Perhaps then you might look at him just for a second longer.

"Yes, I believe that would be an enjoyable activity. And what is it that you do?"

He asked question after question, each answer adding a new layer of understanding about you. He shared a little in return, preferring listening to you—your opinions, your perspective.

Time passed swiftly in your company. Relentless and unforgiving, it waited for no one. Orion realized this when you set aside your device and began stretching. It was a mesmerizing sight—your movements were so different from those of Cybertronians, fluid, and light. That was until the air was pierced by the loud crack coming from your back.

Energon froze in his fuel lines, and his spark leaped to his intake.

"[Name]? Are you alright? Are you harmed?"

"Hm?" you hummed, confused. He looked as though calamity had befallen him, as though you’d been beheaded. Then you remembered—it was Orion, not Optimus, and the human body was weird. "Oh, that. Don’t worry, I’m fine. It’s perfectly normal." To prove your point, you began cracking your knuckles, stopping quickly when you saw his horrified expression. "Okay, sorry about that. But really, I’m fine. I just need to stretch."

"Alright…" he replied, though he didn’t seem convinced. You couldn’t blame him.

You rose from the couch and stepped down from the platform, intending to take a short walk. Panic erupted in his spark. Oh no. No, no, no. He didn’t want to be left alone, not after such a jarring experience. He wouldn’t let you out of his optics now—not even for a moment.

"May I accompany you?"

"Of course!" you replied without hesitation, smiling—a gesture he immediately mirrored. "It won’t be very exciting, though."

"On the contrary, I find you to be a most intriguing individual."

"Oh, thank you," you said, clearing your throat, embarrassed. Compliments delivered in that baritone still flustered you.

Together, you ventured deeper into the base, bypassing various sections. In the training room, Arcee worked on her speed, while Bulkhead struck a makeshift punching bag fashioned from an old car. The children watched the spectacle, occasionally entertaining themselves. You both quickly slipped past the always-open entryway and continued on your way.

“[Name]?” Orion inquires. You turn into an empty hangar with a high platform, starting to ascend the stairs.

“Hm?”

“How do humans attempt to court their partners?”

You hadn't expected that kind of question. You stop mid-step, pondering your answer. When you look at him, his expression is dead serious, though his optics betray a determination. Why would he want to know this? You decide it’s probably mere curiosity.

“It depends on the person.” You continue climbing the stairs until you finally reach the top, now level with his faceplate. “Some buy gifts like flowers, others go on elaborate dates. But the common factor is spending time together, and getting to know one another. Feelings tend to develop naturally that way,” you explain. “Actually, that’s an interesting topic. How did it work on Cybertron?”

“Similarly. However, instead of exchanging ‘flowers,’ we presented rare metals or crystals to leave the best impression. To demonstrate strength and potential as a partner.”

“I know a few people who would totally fall for that approach. Heh, I’d be thrilled to get a geode myself.”

Orion suddenly lights up. Were you suggesting something or just sharing an opinion? Whatever it was, he felt compelled to try. To prove himself worthy. Perhaps he could even find the ‘flowers’ you mentioned.

“I see. Thank you for enlightening me.”

“You’re welcome?” you reply, unsure exactly how you’ve helped, but the sight of his broad smile and bright optics makes it all worthwhile. He was utterly adorable.

The two of you chat casually until you’re forced to check the time. You inhale sharply, and Orion tilts his head slightly, curious about your reaction.

“It was great talking to you, but I really need to go. I have work tomorrow and I’d like to get some sleep.”

Panic flashes across his face. He had enjoyed your company so much. He didn’t feel alienated or alone when he was with you. The sense of connection played a significant role, but Orion had already let you into his spark. He had found a safe harbor in you and wasn’t ready to drift away just yet. He wasn’t ready to let go, even if the world around him were to crumble.

“May I accompany you?” he asks, desperation seeping into his tone.

“Excuse me?”

“May I accompany you?” he repeats, now begging.

“My home isn’t exactly designed to host a giant robot. Besides, it’s dangerous and... wait, do you even know the traffic regulations?”

His expression answers the question, but he still attempts to defend himself.

“I have acquainted myself with them partially.”

“Who has the right of way at an uncontrolled intersection?”

He opens his mouth but quickly closes it again, visibly crestfallen. He looks as though he might cry.

“Orion, we’ll see each other tomorrow,” you reassure him. “The first thing I’ll do after work is come here.”

He frantically searches for an argument to keep you with him—anything to prolong your company. Then he remembers his first encounter with human children.

“Every child was assigned a guardian who escorted them home and ensured their safety,” he states, refusing to give up. “Do you have a protector?”

“Unofficially, that was Optimus…”

“Then I would like to carry on his mission.”

“I’m not a child, Orion.”

“I understand that. I merely wish for your safety, [Name],” he explains earnestly. “And… I would prefer not to part from the company most dear to me.”

Your thoughts drift back to something he said earlier—how he recognized the bond you once shared, even though this was your first conversation. He hadn’t recognized Ratchet or anyone from his team—only you.

You tried to put yourself in his position. To suddenly find yourself in a foreign place, surrounded by strangers addressing you by a false name and feeding you information that might as well be fiction. And then, in a world where nothing is familiar, someone steps in—someone you vaguely recognize. You might not know their name, but you know there was once a connection. Wouldn’t you cling to that tiny thread, desperately pulling it closer if someone tried to take it away?

Orion had found solid ground, and you were unintentionally trying to undermine it. You exhale softly. You already knew you’d be saying goodbye to sleep tonight.

“Alright.” His smile makes it all worth it. It’s as though you’ve handed him a star from the sky. “Let’s see what Ratchet has to say about all this.”

"I see no objections."

Orion looks at you with excitement sparkling in his optics.

"Wow, that was quick."

"It's a good excuse for Orion to explore the area and get accustomed to his alt mode."

The medic refrains from adding that if the former leader remained at the base, he would likely have wasted away in longing for you, lamenting to every sentient being that he couldn't wait to see you again. Though the comment teeters on the edge of his glossa, he opts for discretion. Optimus, at least, had never vocalized his peculiar obsession with you quite so openly.

"Should anything unusual occur, contact me immediately. Someone will come for you in the morning," Ratchet advises his friend before turning to you. "Good night, [Name]."

You thank the medic for his diligence and ask him to take some rest, earning a piercing glare that almost feels lethal, then retrieve your backpack and head toward the tunnel. Orion stays close by, not leaving your side even after transforming. Ever the gentleman, he opens the door for you, visibly delighted at the prospect of your first shared drive together. In his mind, this was more than a mere drive—it was a deeply intimate act, almost akin to inviting a partner into one’s private space.

But his dreams are promptly shattered when you inform him that you have your own car.

The journey is uneventful but nerve-wracking; you constantly check your side mirror to ensure Orion is still following you. Thankfully, there are no issues, and he even remembers to use his turn signals when necessary. Everything proceeds smoothly until you pull into your driveway and are struck by a dreadful realization: Will a Peterbilt even fit in my garage?

You park your car to the side, leaving Orion enough space to drive safely. Exiting your vehicle, you open the garage door and wave at him to proceed. You nervously bite your thumb, watching the massive truck carefully edge into the space. There are barely three centimeters between the roof of the truck and the ceiling. When you close the garage door, the already limited space shrinks further.

"So, do you regret your decision now?" you ask, stepping around to the front of the truck.

Orion transforms with meticulous precision, carefully positioning his limbs and helm to avoid damaging the walls. The process goes well until his helm grazes the ceiling with an audible thud, dislodging a few small pieces of debris. He winces slightly and rubs his helm but offers you a warm smile.

"I do not regret my decision."

"Pfff, well, that's good. Are you all right?"

"I am unharmed."

You can’t help but feel guilty for confining him to such a cramped space, but it was his choice. If he insisted, he would simply have to endure it. Of course, that meant you would have to endure it, too, as the issues began almost immediately.

"All right, I’m going to grab my things. I’ll be back in a moment."

He panics again—something you’re beginning to expect from him.

"Please, do not leave me."

His voice is unchanging. A deep and thick baritone that permeates your body, speaking straight to your soul. It is strange to hear the same voice coming out of a shamed and uncertain being, begging you for company.

"I’ll only be gone for two minutes."

You reach for the door handle, but his servo shoots forward, blocking your exit.

"Orion," you chide, your tone sharp and reprimanding.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, his apprehension laid bare.

"Please, I do not wish to be alone."

"Two minutes," you say firmly, though your annoyance falters when you see the raw emotion in his optics. Sighing, you place a hand on the edge of his digit, catching his attention. "I’ll be back. I promise."

He believes you, of course he does. He trusts you to return, yes, he even knows it. It doesn't change the fact that he is frightened, he feels alone, and your proximity calms the storm raging through his processor. His whole body is clamoring for you, screaming for you to stay with him. He craves bodily contact, he wants your soft hands to stroke his metal and your lips to whisper sweet nothings. He wants more, he wants to feel the softness, more, more, more.

He takes his servo away.

"Good mech."

As you disappear through the door, Orion buries his face in his hands. Despite his embarrassment, he can’t suppress a grin. He had enjoyed that moment—far too much.

He wants to hear you say it again.

When you return, you’re carrying a blanket, a deck of UNO cards, some snacks, and your laptop. Orion beams at the sight of you but frowns when he notices you shivering.

"Are you cold?" he asks with concern.

"Hmm? A little, but I’ll warm up soon."

Without warning, he gently scoops you up in his servo, handling you with the utmost care. The shock is brief—you don’t even have time to protest before he places you on his chassis. His servo remains loosely wrapped around you as a precaution, but your back presses against his warm metal frame. Tilting your head up to glare at him for pulling such a stunt, you find him already watching you, amusement dancing in his optics.

"Ask next time before you do something like that," you scold lightly.

"I make no promises," he teases, earning a playful flick to his digit.

"I was planning to play UNO, but since you pulled that move, let’s watch a movie instead. Unless you’d rather do something else?"

"I leave myself entirely at your mercy."

He would have been content doing nothing as long as he could hold you close.

"All right, then. A movie it is."

It's hard for him to keep up with the plot when he's overstimulated, but he tries, because your questions encouraging discussion come out of nowhere. And it was just at moments when he started to drift off, when the optics shifted from the tiny screen to you; when there was only you and him in the world. Sometimes, however, he would focus for longer, especially during the romantic scenes. He longs to experience something similar with you, an indestructible, sappy love. To recite poetry into your ear and watch you blush, to announce to everyone how much you mean to him. To bestow expensive gifts, the geodes you mentioned earlier. He needs your tender words, your praise, your touch. You could do whatever you liked with him, and he would give you his spark.

He worries when you fall silent for too long.

"[Name]?" he calls softly, leaning closer to check on you. Relief washes over him when he sees you’ve simply fallen asleep. Poor thing—you must have been exhausted.

Still, a part of him resents it. He wanted to talk to you longer, watch more films, learn more about human romance to win your favor. But he knows his thoughts are selfish. Setting the laptop aside, he carefully covers you with his other servo, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety.

He's not sure he'll be able to recharge. At least not now, when he was too absorbed in devouring you with his optics. You felt safe with him. You gave him your trust. You chose him.

A spark of possessiveness sweeps through his processor. He doesn't want to let you go. He doesn't want you to go to work tomorrow and leave him for eternity. He also knows he shouldn't think that way. The spark goes out.

Watching you sleep, his processor churns with thoughts. You trusted him. He vows to prove his worth tomorrow, to show you just how deep his feelings run.

Because he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be himself. How much longer he will remain as Orion Pax.

[starscreamcopilot]

you hide attempt to hide an injury from them (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader

summary - you play soccer and get injured, then try your best to play it off (Autobots), you get hurt on the Nemesis and try to play it off (Decepticons)

warnings - none

a/n - writing this the night before an extremely important soccer tournament my team is in, this tournament decides whether or not we go to the second highest woman's league in our country. in case anyone was wondering, one of my teammates did break her arm during one game so it's possible.

OPTIMUS PRIME - broken arm

You don't know how it happened. One minute you're making a tackle, the next you're rolling around on the ground clutching your arm. Your scream of pain alerted the referee, who promptly stopped the game so you could be rushed to the hospital. However, not wanting your big robot lover to worry, you put on a long sleeve shirt at home before going to the base so you could pretend nothing was wrong.

"(Name), why is your one arm thicker than the other?" Miko asked you, tilting her head as her eyes settled on your limp limb.

"Uh, no reason," you lied, then sighed when she gave you a look. "Okay, I broke my arm in a friendly work soccer game today. I just don't want Optimus to know. You know how he worries."

"You do know broken arms take weeks to heal right?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "How are you going to hide it for so long?"

"Hide what for so long?" The leader of the Autobots asked as he came into the room, having heard your voice. "(Name), I was just leaving to come fetch you."

"Oh, no need," you smiled, "I called for a groundbridge."

Jack and Miko exchanged looks, but it wasn't that that alerted the Prime. His gaze fell upon your arm, and though he was no expert in human biology, he definitely knew that they were supposed to be the same size.

"What happened?" He asked, approaching the platform. "What is wrong with your arm?"

As Jack and Miko gave you 'I told you so' looks, you were forced to tell him the truth about your injury, "I had a friendly soccer match today at work, a game we like to play. And I, uh, broke my arm."

The bot's optics went wide when you said that, and he gently took your broken arm into one of his servos, "Were you not going to tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry," you told him. "You have enough to worry about already."

"I will always worry about you, regardless of what other problems I am facing," he scooped you up onto his servo entirely. "Please do not hesitate to tell me, so that I can assist you in any way you need."

You smiled softly, wrapping your good arm around his one digit in a half-hug, "Thank you, love. I'll try to be more careful next time."

The Prime nodded in agreement, then proceeded to carry you around the whole day and help you with whatever you needed or wanted to do. He then let you rest on him, knowing hurt humans needed just as much downtime as hurt Autobots.

BUMBLEBEE - sprained ankle

"I can do this, I can do this..."

"Uh...(Name)?"

You glanced up at your fellow humans as they gaped at you. YOu were sure you had been doing your best to look like you were walking normally, but from the expressions on their faces you assumed you were doing a terrible job.

"What happened?"

"Nothing?" You tried with a nervous smile.

"Come on," Jack encouraged, "You're obviously limping."

You groaned, "Okay, my soccer game was a little rougher than expected. In a difficult tackle, I fell and my foot twisted awkwardly. I have a minor sprain, so I should be good in a few days."

"Do you plan to tell Bee?"

"No, he's only going to worry. Please don't tell him."

Plan Don't Tell Bumblebee fell on its face when the Autobot rolled up to the school to fetch you and Raf. Arcee and Bulkhead also came through, so Raf left you on your own and joined Miko in Bulkhead.

"Raf!" You protested.

"Sorry!" He apologised sheepishly. "I can't do it!"

Once you were sitting in the passenger seat of the scout, he beeped in concern asking what was wrong with your foot.

Your jaw dropped, "How did you-"

He responded with a few more beeps, saying that he wouldn't be a very good scout if he didn't pick up on cues or signs while observing something. You sighed and looked down.

"I...sprained my ankle. In a soccer match."

Worried beeps and whirrs followed that admission, and he started fussing over you and telling you rest when you got back to base. That he would do all your running around or get Jack or Miko to help. And that you were to see June immediately.

"Bee," you whined in complaint, "It's a minor sprain! It'll be healed in a few days, I have a good biokineticist."

He wasn't having any of that, insisting that you see June or you don't get kisses or cuddles from him. You gaped at the steering wheel.

"Bumblebee!" You gasped. "You wouldn't dare!"

He beeped, try me.

"That's so mean," you pouted. "But fine. Since my boyfriend wants to be a big bad bully."

He protested, making you laugh, but proceeded to ensure that you did what he asked at the base. And that you didn't have to walk on your foot any longer than necessary. Overkill for a baby sprain, but you didn't play with kisses and cuddles from the bot.

SMOKESCREEN - torn hamstring

It was extremely difficult to hide this one. When it happened, you screamed and cried like you'd been shot in the leg, because that's exactly what it felt like. Tearing your hamstring was no joke, it was a serious injury that really hampered your ability to walk.

"He's not going to like this," Arcee shifted her weight, uneasy.

"Please?" You begged. "He's going to scold me like I scold him."

"Well, he's not going to be back for a few hours, so maybe we can come up with a story?" Bulkhead suggested, while June was tending to your injury.

"Like what?"

"Hey guys, what are we talking about?" The bot in question popped up behind Bulkhead, but thankfully couldn't see.

"Uh, nothing!" The Wrecker steered him away. "Nurse Darby is just taking a look at Raf. He has a bad cold." Everyone stared at Bulkhead, but he pointed at a very proud-looking Miko.

"Wait, but let me greet (Name)," Smokescreen tried to push his way through. "She came just now, didn't she?"

"She's tired!" Arcee butted in, "Had a long day at university."

"Oh..." Smokescreen deflated. "Well then, tell her I hope she's not walking on that leg she injured." He said it so nonchalantly, you all had to do a double take.

"What?!"

"(Name)," your lover sighed, "I finished my mission early. Tailed you for most of the day. You don't think I would notice?"

You groaned, "It isn't what you think-"

"I just want to make sure you're okay," he bent down to look at you closer when the others finally parted to let him through. "My girlfriend is in pain, I want to help."

You smiled up at him, "You're so sweet, Smoke. Okay, I'll stay off this leg, Nurse Darby is giving me crutches anyway."

"Oh no, I'll carry you."

"Smoke...I have lectures..."

"You're not going."

"For weeks?"

"...Okay, just for the rest of this week," he suggested. "I want to spend time with my physically impaired girlfriend."

"Hey!" You protested. "Who taught Smokescreen those words?!"

Smokescreen just laughed as he scooped you up, gently so as not to aggravate your injury, and held you close to his chassis. He observed your bruised, swollen leg, lips twisting into a frown at the sight. He didn't like seeing you hurt, especially if he couldn't have protected you from it.

"Come on you, we're going to rest and watch movies for the rest of the week." You tried to protest, but he was having none of it.

He took you to his berthroom and lay you down in a comfortable position, making sure to elevate your leg so that you could rest comfortably.

KNOCK OUT - torn MCL (a knee ligament)

The moment your cry of pain echoed through the hallways of the Nemesis, every vehicon in the vicinity froze up. The mad doctor was sure to hear of this, and they could do nothing to stop the wrath he would no doubt inflict on them for this. They hadn't mean to hurt you, but they had also been a bit rougher than they were supposed to and this fact scared them.

"Please don't tell him," one of them pleaded with you.

"Fine, but one of you needs to carry me to his lab because I'm pretty sure I hurt my knee."

You had befriended some of them, others weren't keen on you, but you knew that these ones were being honest. Decepticons in general didn't know how to handle human beings, so it came as no surprise to you that you got hurt.

But Knock Out would strap them to his lab table and open them up if he found out, so you agreed to try and keep it a secret.

The vehicon carrying you lay you down on your boyfriend's tool table, before quickly scurrying out of the room. You watched Knock Out tend to a comatose Megatron, unsure if he had even heard you come in.

"What was that about?" He asked, confirming that he had.

"Oh, uh, nothing," you dismissed it, "I just got too tired to walk back, so I asked one of the vehicons to carry me back."

This got the mad doctor's attention, "What?" His optics zeroed in on you sitting on the table, and he instantly grew suspicious. You were normally active. "Where is your pain?"

"That's so unfair!" You crossed your arms. "You know me too well."

"I'm your boyfriend, darling," he smirked, "I should. Now tell me what those idiots did to you before I go ask them myself."

"We were just playing," you assured him, "I fell, tried to land on my feet and overextended my leg. I heard a pop in my knee, and then felt excruciating pain. Now it feels like my bones are knocking around if I try to walk."

"..." The medic was not amused. "When were you planning to tell me?"

"Uh..."

"You do realise they could have hurt you worse, or even..." He shut his optics and sighed, "Never mind. Let me see." He abandoned Megatron to come look at you, using a tool to scan your knee. "Hmmm, a ligament tear. Not a very serious one, but you'll still be on bedrest for six weeks."

"What?!"

"That's what you get for playing rough, my dear. Now come here, let me distract you from the pain."

His distraction in question was a kiss, before he researched what to do with your injury and got the necessary items to strap you up and brace your knee to stabilise it.

"No strenuous activity for six weeks, other than walking. Even then, keep it short and only when necessary."

"...Fine, Doc Knock."

"Don't call me that!"

WHEELJACK - shin splints

This one didn't kick in until a day after you'd played the game. You'd been teaching Wheeljack and Bulkhead how to play the human sport, and forgotten to properly stretch beforehand. You'd also forgotten that you hadn't played in months. So your shins were strained from overuse after months of inactivity, leaving an incredibly painful burning sensation the next day.

You tried to walk into base looking like you were fine, but your pained expression attracted attention from Bumblebee, who beeped in worry.

"Don't worry Bee, I'm fine," you smiled, but it was a tight one.

Wheeljack and Bulkhead returned from scouting an Energon mine a few moments later, the former immediately picking you up and placing you on his shoulder, missing the pain etched on your face.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" He asked you. "Got into any trouble?"

"No," you admitted, trying to sound upset about it. You also tried to appear nonchalant on his shoulder pad, but that was doing too much and ultimately outed you.

"And what might be the problem with you?" He turned his helm to study your figure. "What's hurting?"

"You don't miss a beat, do you?" You sighed.

"Not when it comes to my only reason for staying on this rock," he smirked, then held you up in his servo to be eye-level with him. "Now tell me, what happened?"

You sighed, "I kind of picked up an old injury after our session yesterday. Just shin splints, nothing serious. They're painful, but minor. They'll go away soon, they always do."

"Anything I can do to help?" He offered.

"Just maybe ask Nurse Darby for some ice, please?"

"You got it."

He set you down on the couch by the TV in the base, then went off to find June, or even Jack. He returned a few minutes later with an ice pack in his servo, and scooped you up again.

"I can press it to my shin myself, you know!" Your cheeks burned, getting flustered.

"Maybe I want to do it for you," he argued.

Your eyes went wide, and you grew even more flustered. An uncontrollable smile formed on your lips, and you lay back on his servo as he pressed the tiny bag to your shin.

"And don't hide any injury from me again, sweetheart."

SOUNDWAVE - concussion

This one was completely by accident and totally embarrassing. You were trying to find your own way up onto his berth, not wanting to bother him by calling for help. But you had made it only a few feet up the side before your foot slipped, and you fell. Your head hit the ground a little too hard, and your vision blurred for a moment. You groaned as you pushed yourself up, but your head began to throb uncontrollably.

"That's just great," you mumbled, rubbing your temples. But when you tried to stand up, you swayed on your feet and stumbled forward, unable to stay balanced. "Concussion, nice."

The Decepticon chose that moment to enter his berthroom, his helm tilting down slightly as he observed you for a moment. He already knew what had happened, he was the eyes and ears of the cons after all, so there was no point trying to hide it.

"I'm fine, Soundwave," you tried reassuring him, but you couldn't even walk to him in a straight line. "Okay, I'll BE fine soon."

He was having none of it, picking you up gently and laying you on his berth. His screen lit up with a question mark, a silent plea to tell him why you hadn't asked him for help.

"I didn't want to bother you," you admitted, casting your gaze to the floor. "You're busy with important stuff."

He bent down in front of you, pointing at you and displaying a red heart on his visor. Meaning - you were important to him too, and he cared about your wellbeing. Then he displayed another screen, which showed tutorials on how to ask for help.

"Ha, ha. So funny," you replied dryly. "But I'm sorry, I just wanted to try and not be useless or helpless for once."

He shook his head, denying that you were any of those. Then he put his visor close to your face, and typed one word onto it: Rest. He wanted you to relax, because you had sustained a concussion.

"Alright, alright," you gave in, laying back down on his berth. You smiled, feeling warm inside at his attempts to take care of you.

And he did so quite well for a Cybertronian accused of having no feeling or emotion. He made sure to get you painkillers and water, an ice pack, and your favourite snacks. How he got them, you didn't want to know. You were just grateful for the love he was showering you with.

SHOCKWAVE - broken nose

Shockwave wasn't in the lab for once, having been ordered by Megatron to go and retrieve more predacon remains. Starscream stormed in, absolutely furious with the Decepticon scientist, and when his optics landed on you he knew the perfect way to get back at Shockwave. Which was why you now lay on the ground, listening to Starscream's laughter fade as he left, tears streaming down your face with blood streaming out of your nose. It was broken, that much you knew, but you were in too much pain to get up.

But when you heard Shockwave's familiar heavy footsteps and his voice briefing Megatron outside, you quickly sat up and wiped your blood off the floor with your shirt, then ripped a piece off and tried to stop the bleeding. You turned away from the door, hoping Megatron and Shockwave wouldn't see you.

"(Name), is everything alright?"

You nodded, "Yes, I'm okay Shockwave. Don't worry."

"So that's what Starscream was so happy about," Megatron mused. "Tend to your pet, Shockwave, and then brief me on your latest developments." With that, he left the room.

"(Name), what happened?" Shockwave asked, picking you up off the floor. "Why is there blood on your clothes and a piece of your t-shirt in your nose?"

You sighed and pulled the reddened material out, allowing blood to gush out once more as you teared up, "Starscream." Your bottom lip trembled, and the pained expression on your face told Shockwave enough, as did the sight of your misshapen nose.

"I will tend to your wounds," your boyfriend began, "And then I will see to it that Starscream be punished for this inexcusable and cowardly act."

"Thank you," you responded quietly.

He helped stop your bleeding, and bandaged your nose. Then he made sure the rest of your body was fine, before he set you down on his table.

"Wait for me here, I shall return to give you physical affection after Starscream has been dealt with."

You smiled at him and nodded, warmth filling you at how much he cared about you and how much he was willing to do for you. You relaxed in the lab while he went to deal with Starscream, and when he returned he delivered the affection he promised. Which was mostly cradling you in his servo or letting you curl up against his neck cables. Nonetheless, you were happy and soon fell asleep as the pain medication kicked in.

[starscreamcopilot]

Think we could get some smokescreen HCs?

Of course!

I'm not sure if you wanted x reader or not so I mixed in some general headcanons and some x reader headcanons!

x reader headcanons;

- Learns most of how dating works with humans from either Jack and Miko or the internet, which usually doesn't go well for him in either scenario (he's a wikihow warrior someone get this man a dating coach)

- A total a show off but not in a cocky way, Smokescreen loves showing off in front of you, whether it's wild stunts, racing around obstacles or showing off his speed. He adores your attention and beams when you cheer for him. He shrugs it off like it's no big deal but you can totally see the bright blue blush that coats his faceplate

- Likes to bring you things he thinks you would like, he tried bringing you flowers once and he brought you a whole bush cause he's still getting used to the size difference with humans

- Definitely big on physical touch, he loves picking you up, he loves hugs especially but is very careful about not crushing you. He also loves holding your hands, even if you're much smaller than him, he loves when you hold ones of his digits in your hand, he often admires how soft your skin is compared to his metal exterior

general headcanons;

- A very had liar, if he tries to lie it's always super obvious. His optics dart around, boice box cracks, and his servos fidget. Anyone can tell instantly. It's almost cute how bad he is at hiding things

- He's a chronic fidgeter, smokescreen cant sit still for long. If he's stationary, he's tapping his peds against the ground, fiddling with the nearest object or swaying in place slightly without realizing it

- Despite being young and headstrong, he's not some big idiot, he learned a lot under from Alpha Trion, he's canonically very well knowledged in cybertronian history and in the power of the primes

- Fascinating by earth's countless amount of cultures and mythology, another one that's based on his canon knowledge, he's very well educated in Cybertronian mythology, so I feel like he would LOVE to learn about earth's huge variety of different mythologies as well

[starscreamcopilot]

I will start to use the term ‘muscle car trio’ when referring to those lovable speedy idiots.

can I ask for headcanons of them (N/SFW either is fine) with a car enthusiast reader who loves tinkering with cars and is a total grease monkey and how each bot is like

SWEET HOT MOTOR OIL, I’ve been waiting for that!, I love those three so much it’s crazy y’all fr

A/N: after some researching, turns bumblebee is the only muscle car out of the three (closest car was still the Camaro), since smokescreen and knockout are sports cars (McLaren 12c and Aston Martin vantage) so that means that bumblebee will be labeled as a sports car to fit into the trio

Bumblebee, knockout and smokescreen HCs with car enthusiast reader

Warnings: slightly suggestive themes

Bumblebee

The yellow scout’s presence was always a delight for you to be around with, even if there were no words spoken on his behalf. You had alot to say for the both of you as you held conversations with bee as he would beep, chirp and whirr excitedly as you would bring the car magazine to read it with him.

Peeking beside your shoulder with his wide puppy like optics staring at you with giddiness as you explain the car lines that will come later that year and the official events that will be held, bumblebee would listen to you talk and explain to him the newly recruited racers, the yellow mech would point his large digit at the paper, pointing to the racer he is betting on to win.

Bumblebee enjoys messing around with yours and ratchet’s tool as he tries tweaking a few things in him before giving up and dragging his pedes with his door wings slung down as he gobies you his biggest puppy optics he can to guilt you into unscrewing some of his bolts so he can relax a bit, for a mech on the smaller side and having the build of a muscle car is lot of load on him, as he is not used to the frame of earth vehicles with it being heavier than his original cybertronian model

Knowing that ratchet would chew your ears and his audio receptors you begrudgingly comply as you can feel him literally buzzing as you unscrew a few of his bolts to relive some of his strain,

That is until he revs his engine suddenly at feeling relaxed which makes you retract your hand quickly to not lose any fingers, and you waste no time reprimanding him, which earns you a guilty and betrayed look by bumblebee as if he didn’t almost cause you to lose a few of your fingers, until you tell him that you will screw his bolts back which gets the yellow mech angry and to whirr with his bright blue optics narrowing at you with his wings pointing downwards as he tries to flee you

Smokescreen

If you think that bumblebee was like a golden retriever puppy just because of his yellow paintjob, then you couldn’t be any more wrong,

Cause smokescreen is the definition of a hyperactive golden retriever that drags you literally anywhere that has the smallest bit of motor related activities, as he wants you to introduce him to all the different types of vehicles

He’s a young mech so he is more curious towards the different form of earth cars and who is better for him to drag than the maestro that you are, with you in his driver seat passing by an auction of brand new sports car, the bright and sleek forms of them catching the gaze of the eye and the optic

Poor you, having to answer all of his questions about the inside of the vehicle,

And I mean all of them, smokescreen won’t stop asking about all the different types of questions for every bolt in the cars that are out there, you would think that by being able to transform into a literal sports car, you would think that he would know the basic earth technology despite it being somewhat primitive to cybertronians

“Hey not all humans know what is in their bodies, we are the same too!, not all of us are medics!” The speedster would excuse his short coming with an embarrassed rev of his engine before his attention is swayed (again) by a sign of someone who sells car parts

“Oh~!, what does an ignition system mean is it like a flame thrower?!, I never knew humans had defensive systems in their vehicles can I get one?!” My sweet summer mech, you make a mental note to have him beside you as you make him read ‘dummy mechanic guide 101’ before you take him to watch the whole process of fixing a car

That mech will cause your pockets to bleed if you caved in for every time he kept begging you to tweak a few things in him, install new upgrades, to make him drive faster.

But do you blame him?, no!, “nothing is better than burning some rubber!” Smokescreen keeps repeating in hopes of poking that competitive driver in you.

Knockout

Speaking about competitive drivers. That is how you two came to know each other.

Meeting at one of the many illegally held street races that knockout goes to blow off some steam, both literally and figuratively, but do you blame the mech? He has the most deranged and unhinged superiors let him have this for himself.

You two raced along with each other more often than not even going on one on one speed off of the finish line to see who would stop first, only for you to do so when your fuel tank is on its last drop as you watch the cherry red vehicle speed off before hearing it’s ‘driver’ laugh at your predicament of being stuck without gas in the middle of nowhere.

“I would advise you to have some extra emergency fuel, you wouldn’t want to lose to me do you?~” lightsparked chuckles left the rolled up illegally tinted glasses of the cherry red car beside you before taking a sharp drift and speeding off into the night leaving you stranded

Rude much?, that was one of the first impressions you had about the anonymous driver of the vantage car, despite that you couldn’t lie and say that his ‘charisma’ (his words) started to to rub off on you and that you in fact do not mind it (also his words)

Days come and you see the unmistakable lavish finish of your racing buddy with his vehicle parked there looking all pretty and buffed to the point you can see your own reflection on the red finish

“New paintjob you got there darling!, where did you get it from?” You turn you head at the sound of the low whistle from your racer friend as he asks where you got the new paintjob of your car

“My own paint booth! At my shop.” And just like that, you have caught knockout’s attention

The decepticon’s medic engine revved with life at seeing you tap on his heavily tinted windows to drop your business card onto his driver seat, and a promise of a very good discount on the polishing and waxing combo

Is this is how humans initiate courtship? Color him satisfied

Because he will take up that offer, so what if he is a huge alien robot that can turn into a car?, do you expect him to pass on such an offer?, of course not!.

And that is how it all came to, just as you were about to close off your shop you heard a loud honk of your ‘friend’ as he drives towards you, “I hope that I am not too late~” and just with that you were met with a 16 feet tall flashy red mech who was waving the business card you gave him a few nights ago with a very mischievous smirk on his faceplate

The thing that knockout forgot to take account for other than turning off his audio receptors because of your blood curdling screams that was caused by seeing his bipedal form like it’s nothing, is that this is your first time seeing him in his bipedal form

“I am expecting extra treatment from you after frying off my audio receptors!” And thats what he is most concerned about,

After sitting you down and giving a brief introduction of himself and reassuring you that he is not planning to harm such a talented craftsmanship such as yours, he wastes no time laying on the plastic covered ground as his helm is supported by his servo with a dashing smile of anticipation while pointing to his red finish

“Polish me like one of your sports cars, and make sure to make it special~” you can’t help the smile that creeps it’s way to your face as you waste no time rolling your overalls and let it hang on your waste to help maneuver when getting into the tiny details of the huge mech laying there in front of you as he rants about his superiors, and how you are a much better company.

After a few hours of polishing and waxing knockout until you can see your reflection on his finish you take a few steps back to admire your work, “already ogling at me aren’t you?, can’t say that I blame you!, I am quite the sight~” he teases as he gets up and takes a look at himself before a look at you seeing the sweat glistening on your exposed skin giving it a shine.

“Can’t say that I’m complaining when having such a sight” such a polished way with words that he has, you thought to yourself as his long talons ruffled your hair before he transforms into his alt mode waving you off and promising that he will make sure to flex your work, “make sure to not make other mechs or earth vehicles look as good as me!”

And with that is how you took knockout as a regular customer, an alien customer that doesn’t pay for the services you provide, at least he provides as a formidable racing buddy

⌗𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴-𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 @berracids

[starscreamcopilot]

Oh, to be scooped up by a giant robot that holds you close and plants kiss after kiss on your head.

[starscreamcopilot]

Fluff with IDW Thundercracker with human girl reader

IDW Thundercracker x Human Female Reader

Reader is a human female

Readers features are unspecified

Hope you don't mind, but I've gone with platonic

Fluff

It summer time

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Customer service jobs really are the worst, but it was all you could grab, all that was available. And at least the two you were able to snag give enough to pay rent and all that but also at the cost of your sanity. How rude some people can be is often boggling to you. The best part of your days, though, is when you get a chance to spend some time with your best friend on the whole planet. Thundercracker is a fun person to be around with lots of inspiring qualities. He provokes your own creativity to flow so you both like sitting in peaceful silence or in a deep conversation about the arts. Like today.

Today was a little rough, so all you wanted was to spend some time with him, maybe watch a movie. But it seems he's having a very inspired day. Your heavy eyes struggle to stay focused on the film he wanted to watch with you. It's a philosophical film with lots of undertones and sub-plots and messages that he loves picking at. He usually doesn't talk during movies like these, but this one is really spurring him on, and thank goodness it does because if he wasn't talking, you would have fallen asleep ages ago. It makes you smile when he gets excited when he discovers something new about the story, the gasps, and the small personal notes he mutters under his breath.

Buster is asleep on your leg. He and the blankets and the large cybertronian are warm and comfortable. This is your happy place. In the middle of the woods with the two people you love most on this planet. Thundercracker knows you had a hard day, so he was mostly doing all this to distract you. He has your favorite snacks and pillows all set up and the prjector and screen. His interest in the human arts is one of the many things you two can bond over.

Just about every aspect of humanity is artistic and full of creativity and beauty, so he always has questions to ask. He keeps you on your toes and your mind fresh with his constant want to digest as much knowledge as he can about everything.

"Oh my, do you see it?" he asks as he notices something in the background.

"Hmmm, oh, yeah. What do you think it means?" you ask, seeing the color play, reds and oranges hinting at a mood change in the film.

"Something is changing..." he whispers and then is enveloped in the story once again, making you smile.

"You gonna make a movie like this some day, TC?" you ask tiredly.

"I don't know, do you think I'd be able to?" he asks quietly.

"I do, actually. You're really smart, and I feel like you could make a masterpiece that could put several A24 films to shame." You compliment before yawning making him smile. "The one you've been working on is really good already." Your eyes threaten to close.

"It could be better, though." He complains.

"Whatever. You're a baddie and a talented baddie at that. You and I are the baddest duo in the world." Your body shakes with his as he chuckles. You always say that, 'Oh, we're a couple of baddies, and nothing's gonna stand in our way.' Or whatever else you like saying. You're so aggressive with it. He said he was ugly once, and you threatened to kick his aft.

That's one of his favorite parts of your friendship. You're so supportive and caring in a way no one he knows has been. You seem to actually like spending time with him no matter how odd he is or if he's in a mood. You make him want to seek you out for support. If he needed to talk on cybertron, no one actually listened. Skyward was there, yeah, but he just. He wasn't like you. It's hard for him to explain. He knows he's tried before. He looks down at you; you've fallen asleep. Your little head rests comfortably against the glass of his chest. He likes thinking about you, how you're a reject in your own society like he was. He wonders what his life would have looked like if you were there and not Skywarp and Starscream. If you were a cybertronian.

He turns off the projector. He holds onto you and Buster while he moves around, looking for a comfortable spot to lay down. When he finally finds it, he pulls you and Buster up to rest in his neck. He stares up at the stars, keeping his hand around you and Buster. He didn't notice when he fell asleep, but he does notice that when he wakes up, you're not in the crevice of his neck where he left you. His hand is empty, and he's by himself. He looks around to make sure he won't step on you or something. Just a blanket and some pillows, not even Buster is here.

He's not sure what time it is, but looking at the sun's position and reading his body temperature from his HUD, it's almost lunchtime. Where did you go? He stands and tries to poke his head above the trees. He scratches his head and then rubs his cheek. Suddenly, he feels a paper pull away from his face.

'Went swimming.' A little pink post-it note with a smiley face drawn on it is stuck on his index finger.

"Swimming?" He asks himself before looking in all directions. Oh, the lake. He starts towards the right. Eventually, the large lake comes into view, and you and Buster are in the water.

"Hey, sleepyhead," you wave at him, "come get in with us. It feels so good." Your hands swirl around in the water.

"Gross, no, I'm okay." He sits at the edge of the water watching Buster run around.

"Ugh, 'gross', dude, c'mon. It's so fucking hot today, just get in, it'll cool you off." You mock him before scolding him.

"I don't care. Water is gross." He stretches his arms out.

"You're gross. Pussy." You insult him.

"Who?" He asks.

"Who what?" You're confused.

"Cares." He yawns.

"God you're such a bitch." He laughs at you. "Well, if you're jot getting in at least, let me jump off your hand into the water."

"Won't you die?" He smirks.

"Yeah, but at least it'll look cool." You giggle. He shakes his head and reaches for you. Before you even ask, he just lightly tosses you in the air and watches you spin around before landing in the water with a loud slap. When you resurface, there's a look of pain on your face, and it makes him chuckle.

"Ooooww, my ass, dude." You laugh awkwardly. "No warning or anything?" You swim to the edge of the water and walk out. The left side of your thigh is all red from coming into contact with the water.

"Oh Primus, that looks bad." His hand goes up to his mouth.

"You think?" You ask sarcastically and start pulling on his foot. "Now you have to get in, come on." He just watches you struggle before sighing deeply.

"Okay, okay, I'll get in." He stands, but before he actually starts getting in, he picks you up again and jumps in.

After a while of jumping around and being splashed by tidal waves, you're both just chillin' on the surface of the water. Just wading and sun bathing.

"Shit! I didn't put sunscreen on!" You sit up on his chest so fast it makes you dizzy. You quickly scan your arms and legs and rub softly at your face. It doesn't feel warm and sensitive like sunburn does but still, you're worried it's too late to put some on. If you got burned it will really suck. And it turns out, you did in fact get burned. The bridge of your nose and the height of your cheekbones are a reddish brown and your arms and legs are the same color.

"Does it hurt?" Thundercracker asks as he pokes your arm, sending heatwaves up towards your neck.

"Ow man! Yes, it does!" you exclaim.

"Awww, sorry 'bestie'," He mocks you, "here." He hands you a tub of ice cream.

"Where did you get this?" Confusion twists your face.

"Buster." The dog wags his tail at you.

"There's campers nearby aren't there?" You ask only for the cybertronian to shrug. With the shake of your head you pull the safety tab off and then remove the lid. "Were you able to steal some silverware at least?" You chuckle to yourself. You get up and go over to TC, to dig through his chest.

"What are you looking for?" He watches you confused.

"This." You hold up a little red swiss army knife. "I hid it in there along with some other stuff."

"Like what?!"

"Stuff." You shrug folding a spoon out of the tool. You sit with a sigh. "Thanks TC. I love hanging with you and Buster, you always make me feel so much better." You eat a big spoonful of ice cream. Even though he feels the same he's a little concerned about what else you've hidden in his subspace. With a hand on his chest he smiles softly. Whatever is in there, he'll cherish it when you're not around.

[starscreamcopilot]

[tfp] starscream x human!reader

summary: starscream wakes you up to see the sunrise

cw: fluff, pinch of angst, starscream has feelings for you, silliness, bad writing, i may have butchered his character a bit but i want him to be happy for once

word count: 1365

Aggressive tapping on the window ripped you from a cozy sleep. You quickly propped yourself up on your arms, looking for the source of the sound. The warm blanket slipped off your shoulders, waking you even more. Your sleepy mind tried to shake off the fog with rapid blinking as you looked around, alarmed.

You tapped twice on the screen of your phone lying on the table next to your bed. Four o'clock. Good Lord. So much for sleeping in.

Who would even go through the trouble of reaching your house (crossing acres of untouched forest), tapping on the window hard enough to wake you up, and then disappearing without a trace? A thief? you thought. No, a thief would take extra care not to wake you. And would probably use the front door. With your still-clouded mind, you tried to remember who knew you lived here, but only two names came to mind: your mother and…

Red light pierced through the window, illuminating your bedroom.

Oh, right. He.

You slid out of bed and shuffled to the window. Even with limited light, you could make out the look of impatience on his elongated, metal face. You’d taken too long.

"Finally! Does it take humans this long to wake up?"

"Hi, Starscream," you greeted him. After a few months of acquaintance, you’d learned to ignore his jabs directed at you and your species. "May I ask what you need from me at four"—you emphasized the hour—"in the morning?"

You yawned, and he grimaced, his optics flicking away.

"I need you to finally step outside. Then you're coming with me."

"But it’s so early…"

"Will you be more encouraged if I punch a hole through your wall and take you by force?"

"Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't done that already."

"Don’t tempt me," he warned.

Your mind flashed back to the incident four months ago when he actually demolished half your wall because you apparently hadn’t come outside fast enough. Those were the days of testing his patience, which, as you quickly and painfully learned, was more fragile than porcelain.

"Get out. I'm not giving you a third warning."

You sighed because, unfortunately, he was right; you could soon end up in his servo, your house with yet another unwanted window. You put on your warmest coat, an old shearling from your mother, and left your cozy little home, making sure to lock the door behind you. It was still dark outside, but the first hints of dawn were breaking through the treetops. Sunrise was near.

"Finally! I can’t believe such a simple task took you this long."

"I’m sorry, alright. I just don't want to freeze to death."

One moment, you were standing quietly on the ground, bantering with your alien companion, and the next, he scooped you up in his claws and placed you in his servo. You held tight to his thumb, pressing against the only anchor point several meters above the ground. He was warm, which still amazed you. You nestled closer to his slender finger.

Starscream’s optics lingered on you for a moment, ensuring you were alright. You noticed.

"I’m fine," you assured him, smiling softly.

He looked away, embarrassed to be caught in such a state; you shouldn’t see him like this. You shouldn’t know that he cared, that he was trying to be gentler with your body; that his spark shone brighter when he was with you, that your companionship mattered to him.

The problem was, you did know. The humans he thought were primitives did have well-developed emotional intelligence, and you were no exception. It took you just a few weeks to see right through him. At first, he thought it was about finding his weakness, then stab him in the back, contact the right people or Autobots, and turn him in. Betray him. But each week, the betrayal he almost expected never came, and before he knew it, he started to trust you. And he hoped you trusted him, too—otherwise, you wouldn’t have stepped out of your house at such an early hour to meet him, right? He wanted to call it foolishness and naivety, but he knew you too well by now. You weren't either.

"I haven’t seen you in a while," you remarked after a moment of silence. "Are you okay?"

His wings fluttered happily. If you noticed, you chose not to comment on it, and he was forever grateful for that.

"Yes, I’m alright," he replied briefly.

"I’m glad."

His spark flickered with joy. It was nice to have someone who cared. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone of his kind had asked him something like that. Maybe no one ever had.

"Where are we going?" you asked. You didn’t expect a clear answer, but just listening to his voice gave you comfort. You missed this diva.

"Patience," he deflected. "I don’t want to spoil the surprise."

Oh. You beamed. With one sentence, he made you feel special, not to mention excited. Suddenly, the night’s chill stopped biting your cheeks, and the last traces of irritation at being woken up early faded away.

Starscream noticed the sudden shift in your body language, allowing himself to catch the mood. A dangerous thought popped into his processor—he’d like to see you smiling more, him being the reason for your smile. He wanted to make you happy, not occasionally, not out of whim or boredom; he wanted your smile to be genuine, brought on by his gestures or words. He held onto the hope that his surprise would have a similar effect.

As you climbed the forested hill, Starscream pondered when you stopped being just another human and became [Your Name]. Was it when you didn’t hesitate to express disapproval of Megatron, who had tormented him for most of his long life only to abandon him on an alien planet? Or maybe when you outright told him that you cared for him and that his opinion mattered to you when he wasn’t pointing a weapon at you?

You’d both fallen hard, but he was at the bottom.

"I think I know what this surprise is," you whispered as the forest thinned out, revealing a meadow dotted with rocks. "You remembered that I love sunrises."

"It’s hard to forget when someone keeps pestering you about it."

He was bluffing; you saw right through it. You’d only mentioned it once, a long time ago, but you let him win, not wanting to spoil the moment.

"Thank you," you whispered.

He muttered something under his breath, but his wings lifted proudly, betraying his true emotions.

Starscream stopped in front of a large rock jutting from the ground in the middle of the clearing. He placed his hand on the hard, dewy surface so you could step down and admire the view in front of you.

"Wow," you whispered.

You’d arrived just in time for the sunrise, which was slowly emerging from behind thick clouds, creating an orange gradient, fading into muted pinks and shades of gray. The panorama before you was raw and ethereal. Untouchable. It formed an image Starscream had reserved just for you. And that meant so, so much to you.

"I think I’m going to cry," you sniffled.

"What? Why?" he squawked, stunned.

Did you not like it? Humans only cried when they were sad, right? For Primus’s sake, he’d messed up again, as always. But before his worry could turn to anger, your response reassured him.

"I’m just… so happy. You have no idea how much. Thank you for bringing me here; I’ll never forget it."

There it was again. That pleasant churning in his spark, throwing him off his calculated balance. Would you be just as thrilled if he gave you a star from the sky?

"The pleasure’s all mine," he replied, now focusing his entire attention on you.

Impulsively, he reached out towards you. A sharp claw, designed to cause suffering, now gently brushed your back with the utmost care. Starscream soaked in your contentment like forbidden nectar, losing himself in the moment, wishing it would last forever.

[starscreamcopilot]

I NEED Yandere tfe and tfp Starscream being comforted by their human after his daily beat down with Megatron. You don’t understand I want to kiss him and cuddle him so bad it makes me look STUPID.

It's okay, bestie - he makes me look stupid too. (●'◡'●)

Yandere!Starscream being comforted by his Human!Darling (TFP & TFE)

WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour (soft leaning??) Hurt and comfort, mentions of abuse and past abuse. Self deprecating behaviour (Starscream's). Reader is gender neutral and a human.

TFP Starscream

"Starscream!" Your cry of concern makes the seeker whince and his wings drop lower even more than they were already. There were many injuries with already leaking energon on his frame, dents here and there and another nasty marks that gave out how Starscream had to deal with another beating from Megatron.

And Starscream didn't want to let you see him like this - he looked pathetic, weak and he always feared one day you would realize that he wasn't worthy of your love.

Sitting on the metallic floor, the seeker hears the sound of your quick steps getting closer and feels the warmth of your hands touching one of his arms.

"Please, leave me alone." He pleads with his hurt voice, closing his optics and moving his helm away to not see you.

"As hell I am leaving, Starscream - He hurt you again!" You say, clearly angry and worried at the state of your lover. And it's your genuine worry that makes the seeker's spark clench and feel warm, too. It has been so many years since someone has ever been worried over him. You were such an angel, his true saviour, and he feels so disgusting with himself. He feels tainted, disgusting, dirty and someone as precious as you shouldn't be touching anything that is beneath you... like him.

"Starscream... please, look at me." You plead softly, and the seeker can't bring himself to not do what you ask, so he opens his optics and looks down at you. That gentle smile of yours makes him wail from the inside.

"My love, I... I just -" He starts, but quiets himself down when he feels you carefully get on his lap and hug him, your arms and head resting against his chestplate.

Precious you, divine you - someone as celestial as you loving someone like him. Starscream can't help himself but breakdown, allowing himself to cry as he is being 'held' by you. He didn't deserve you, you should only witness a worthy bot, not an injured one like himself. But the mere idea of you being in the arms of another bot made his spark clench and wail.

Even if it meant to have his frame marked and injured, his energon constantly leaking and be all battered and dented - Starscream would endure it to keep you with him. If it meant to have your eyes, attention and love on him, then Starscream will allow the others to humilliate him, to push him around, to bruise his pride and ego. Anything to have your love.

TFE Starscream

"Starscream... it was another nightmare, wasn't it?"

The seeker grumbles, moving his helm so he doesn't let you see the deep frown made on his faceplate and how he is hugging his legs against his chestplate for the sake of controlling his shaking frame.

Of course it was another nightmare and you curse silently to the bot and people whom had hurt your lover for so many years. Starscream has confessed to you that he was no saint or pure bot, he had done his share of pain and evil doing to get himself kicked around and punished. Still, there were many things that gave out that Starscream endured more passing from what he did, used as a punching bag by the leader he followed to then be trapped like a bird inside of a cage and witness his teammates be also pushed around as if they were nothing.

"It doesn't matter." Starscream says.

"It does matter!" You argue back, finally approaching your lover who, without asking or waiting, already extends his servo so you sit on it and carefully brings you closer to his faceplate. You place your hands on his faceplate, making the bot ex-vent and close his optics for a moment, finding comfort in them.

"... They found us - and he found me again. And while they took me back into that cell... he took you away from me. No matter how much I cursed and fought, you simply disappeared." He finally confesses, his voice trembling a little.

You frown, concerned - this wasn't the first time Starscream had a nightmare that was either related to G.H.O.S.T or Megatron. Still, it broke your heart each time to see him this shaken and affected.

"I am not going anywhere without you." You say, hugging his faceplate, and he snuzzles back.

You were right - Starscream wasn't going to let anyone take you away from him. He has finally found a place where he belongs, he has finally found someone who loves him dearly. And he loves you, too - so dearly it makes his spark nearly explode. He would shed energon and behead anyone who tries to separate you from him. He will burn down anything for you.

"... You'll never leave me." He mumbles.

"I won't. Ever." You mumble back, reassuring him.

I apologize for my inactivity o(￣┰￣*)ゞ my job got too actively crazy last week and I am suffering the effects of burnout. Vhaos out!

[starscreamcopilot]

I henceforth entrust my most valued wish that none other might fulfill....

Skywarp with a secret human s/o 🙏

I am this meme:

"Can I try to rizz you up?

PlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPlsPls"

_skywarp x reader

what about tonight. 

no, I can’t. I already told you I have work.

you never said that. 

yes, I did. I told you that yesterday.

whatever. call out of work then. 

you have more important things to do. 

wrong. 

wrong?!

I’m not calling out of work.

maybe after we can meet up, but I am not calling off.

“Who are you messaging?” 

skywarp tenses, gripping the communication device a little too tightly in his servos in mild surprise. he hadn’t been that lost in thought, had he-? 

“And why are you smiling like that? You look like an idiot.” thundercracker adds, causing the small smile to immediately fall from the purple mechs faceplate. 

“Nobody.” skywarp hugs the device to his chassis, instantly losing the chance to try and lie his way out of this unwarranted interrogation. the effortlessness that he once had on the subject has been terminated, finding that he’s no longer able to lie to not only you, but his trine as well. 

thundercracker’s brow raises, amused and lofty. “So, clearly somebody.” 

“Of course it’s somebody.” he hisses, moving the electronic gadget behind his back once thundercracker reaches forward to grab it. “It’s also none of your business.”

now disinterested, thundercracker tosses his servos up in defeat, now retreating down the hall they were standing in. “I’ll figure it out eventually.” 

...

“This is your idea of a date?” skywarp sneers, half-serious. “You’re ignoring me.” 

slowly, you look up from your spot on his desk, legs crossed at the ankle in front of you. skywarp has placed a servo on either side of you, successfully caging you against the metal as you’re forced to tilt your head all the way back, just to meet his gaze. 

“You’re the one who’s been working for the past hour,” you deadpan, attempting to look past him to ensure the lock was in use, not like the several times in the past he told you it was, when it most certainly wasn’t. “Did you finish what you needed to?” 

skywarp retreats briefly, before doubling down and leaning forward, well into your personal space. “Yes, I’m quite finished.” 

his impatience is evident, but is attempting to suppress it so as to not disrupt the already limited time he has with you. in a few hours, he’ll have to report to duty as time slips far too quickly through his servos. to make matters worse, even before that occurs, he’ll have to see you home. such a schedule remains unfair, meaning time must be allotted for that journey as well, reluctant as he may be to accept it. 

skywarp appears bogged down by something, a bit more jumpy and unpolished than his usual conduct. you approach the subject as delicately as you can, your hands settling atop his, thumbs swiping up and across the expanse of his servo. “Is something the matter?” you propose, sitting up a little straighter as the mech in front of you turns his helm, now looking across the room. 

all too quickly, he grumbles: “No.” 

however, the newfound inability to lie to you hits him like a none too gentle punch, stealing a glance your way before relenting.  “I think Thundercracker is on to me- us, whatever.” 

he’s awaiting your irritation on the news, knowing that you had been working just as hard as he had to keep this relationship entirely underwraps. how skywarp had failed so miserably was beyond his knowledge, exasperated that he can’t even keep composure when messaging you about the most mundane things. 

“So?” you respond, shrugging. 

a gasp escapes you when he whips his helm back your way, crimson optics narrowing as if studying your expression. “So? You aren’t angry that I couldn’t do the bare minimum in our agreement?” 

skywarp was trying to see if you were lying in your nonchalant demeanor. he could spot a lie a mile away, especially your body language and how your gaze darts from him to somewhere else in the room. but here, you remain unyielding, trying to emphasize your point. 

“No? Why would I be angry?” 

in response, skywarp’s jaw opens twice to say something, but nothing comes out. 

“You’re infuriating sometimes.” he settles on, dropping to his knees at the front of the desk, now relatively at the same height as you. carefully, his digits meet behind your back holding you at an arm's length. 

you laugh, fingers sliding to land on his wrists, hoping it translates in the comforting manner you intend. “I could say the same about you.” 

“Shut up.” skywarp mumbles halfheartedly, stare softening upon catching the sympathetic glint in your eyes. 

the relief seeps into his frame at your riposte, a reassuring smile overtaking your features. “We’ll figure it out.”

[starscreamcopilot]

Your Autobot boyfriend is waiting for you, parked on your driveway. You said you had to run back inside to grab something, a small but essential item to survive your boring day at work.

You're just about to get back into the driver’s seat when your neighbor decides to strike up a conversation about the sleek, exclusive sports car that doesn’t at all fit with your modest house.

"Nice ride," he says. "Where’d you get something like that?"

"I know, isn’t he gorgeous?" you reply, affectionately patting the roof. Your intentions are pure, but you have no idea how much self-control it takes for your boyfriend not to rev his engine loud enough to deafen the entire neighborhood. "He’s my boyfriend’s. Not to brag, but he’s the best driver around."

This time, your boyfriend fails to hold back a short, proud honk.

"But I might have to take him in for a check-up soon."

Spoiler: you were late to work. And it’s all because of one very needy, praise-hungry alien who pulled over halfway there, found a secluded spot, and smothered you with kisses while practically begging for more compliments. He almost forgot he was supposed to be driving you to work, too excited to show off just how good of a driver he really is on the freeway.

Luckily, after your shift ended, you had plenty of time to be lovey-dovey and break some traffic laws together <3

Alternatively:

You and your Seeker boyfriend, who had to crash the night on your driveway. Your neighbor is horrified, wondering where the hell you got an actual fighter jet, to which you sweetly reply:

"Oh, my boyfriend’s a pilot. Isn’t his jet just so wonderful and beautiful?"

This time, your boyfriend’s excitement at your praise could be heard in the nearby city lmao

[starscreamcopilot]

I've been sick all week and I can't help but think that this would fix me

[starscreamcopilot]

Ask from a friend:

Imagine a one-shot where K.O. accidentally gets a crush on a woman who's a hella nerd for automobiles like they met up at a car show while K.O. was in disguise, and she complements his car, and they start hanging out! It would be so cool if she specializes in paint jobs and does those styles that grew popular in LA in the cholo/ low rider scene.

But K.O. definitely has to come clean, disguise or not, she would be in danger of hanging out with this love struck fool for too long.

Message - This is so cute! I love this request so much!

Knockout x Human Reader

Summary - Knockout showing his true self to his human friend that is a car nerd.

Warning - Violence (Smacking a bully)

Being at this show takes a lot of time and effort. Waiting for all the cars to be parked properly and to be able to show it off to everyone. Good thing about this place is that Knockout is usually the best car, in his opinion, in the show. Yes sometimes you have the nice sleek light up cars, but people just need to realize it isn't about the bright colors and distractions. He wants to show off his 20 hour buffs and beautiful custom tires. Bad part about this stupid event is that he was told to be parked right next to a Ford 150 Platinum Plus. Nothing wrong with it honestly, the nice truck looked brand new with no scratches, but it totally caught more attention and stole his spot light. There was a small light rave in the truck's interior so a bunch of people were surrounding the guy and not looking at Knockout. He was shaking in anger, how could anyone possibly look at him now when he is being one upped?

After about an hour and a half of just a few people looking past his car and walking to the next, he sees another person walking up. They seem to be like everyone else and was just skimming the vehicles, until they set their eyes on him. They seem to gasp and rush over, looking down as the front and observing his bumpers and his headlights. Walking around to the back, the person kept mumbling to themself about how updated some of his parts art. Knockout was finally being complimented the way he wanted and he finally gets to relax and feel like a beautiful trophy.

The guy who owns the ford truck walks over and smirks at the person, leaning on his truck door. "Hey babe why don't you come over and dance? That lame paint job is nothing compared to my new truck bed!" Dammit, why do these humans have to be so cocky? If it wasn't for Knockout needing to stay in disguise, than he would kill him right now. The person looks up from looking at the backlights and glare. "I ain't dumb. Only thing you did was attach some LED lights and brought in your CD player inside to blast music. Screw Off buddy." The person goes back to Knockout and checks out the tire number. Knockout wanted to laugh so hard from hearing that, the guy did only put some cool lights on the truck to look cool. Honestly he thought that was it and the rude human would just walk off after that, but he sees the dude walking closure. He seemed hella pissed off and seemed to not take the insult well. "Hey what the fuck you just say?!" They push the nice stranger to the ground and steps back a bit to wait for them to get up. Knockout hears the pained yelp from the young person being pushed into his lower door. Oh frag no this stupid idiot was not going to ruin his paint job! Knockout swings his door wing HARD into the truck guys face and smacked him to the ground. He closes the door quickly as to not show there was nobody in the car and revved his engine a bit to scare the trucker…but then he saw that he hit the man too hard and knocked him out. Shit, he forgot how fragile these little creatures were.

"Yeah that is what you get you asshole!" The nice stranger gets up and yells at the fainted man. They turn to Knockout and smiles. "Thanks man!" Knockout didn't know how to talk and thinks about it. He rolls the window down just barely to make it seem like he was talking from inside the car. "No problem, he has been annoying since I got here. What is your name my lovely friend?" The person seems to giggle from Knockout accent and way he calls them. "Name is y/n! Nice to meet you sir. Here why don't I give you my phone number?" Knockout feels them sliding in a card and takes a little bow to the head as a goodbye. The human walks off and he scans the card on his diver seat. It was a mechanic business card…omg they do cosmetic shit. He might have just met his new favorite human! Actually his only favorite human.

…

A few months after the Car Show, you have been texting Knockout everyday. He was such a nice, charming guy that made you feel sad whenever he had to go. His complaining about his coworkers were always so funny, hearing about how them annoying him and not letting him work. It was insane to know that he was a medical doctor, and the way he complimented you about being a cosmetic mechanic. Not a lot of people see the hard work of being able to make car wraps and amazing tires. Taking pictures and sending him a bunch of your complete works of art had him praising every detail you put in it.

He had to suck it up and understand that you needed to see him…for who he truly is. You know so much about him that Soundwave is probably going to target you and maybe even eliminate you. Knockout fears the inevitable of you either dying or running away from him from fear. He texted you to meet him at the abandoned car shop outside of the town. He wanted to show you a secret about his "car". You drive yourself to the giant shed and park your car outside of it. Getting out of the car you see that the shed was lit with nice bright lights. Your friend was scared that this was a stereotypical murder scenario, so they forced you to have an emergency button in your pocket. Opening the door, you step inside to not see the red car anywhere. Looking around, you see a few boxes here and there. "Hey." You hear Knockout greet you and turn to see that he was hiding behind some of the boxes. "Oh hi! What are you doing?" You didn't hear a response for a while and it was getting kind of creepy. Backing up a bit, you look to make sure the door was open to escape if you ever needed to. "Im-ugh. This is embarrassing. Look, I know you haven't seen what I looked like before and…I trust you enough to show you." He was waiting for you to say something before he shows himself and hears giggling. "What? I don't care if you look ugly or anything. Don't worry I won't judge." Knockout couldn't help but smile, but he knows you were going to judge him, scream or cry out of fear.

You watch as two bright pricks of light slowly leave from behind the boxes, a face starts to show itself to you. Knockout slowly walks out from the hiding place and shows himself to you fully. His frame shined in the light and his optics stare at you with a face of shame. This was the first time Knockout ever felt…not pretty. He grew attached to this amazing, beautiful, and smart human…and with how massive his figure was to you, he felt like he was nothing but a monster. Knockout tries his best to feel more confident in himself, knowing that if you didn't like how he looked he shouldn't care about you and just forget about someone who would judge him so easily. Unfortunately, he feels as though your opinions were important to him, wanting to know how you feel���even if he might regret it in a few minutes. Ready for screaming, he closed his optics, but heard absolutely nothing. He peaks down at you to see your shocked face, like you were frozen.

What he doesn't know, was that you were realizing not only was he the freaking car, but that he looked honestly really hot. Was he some sort of robot from the government?! "W-wow, you…your a car?!" Knockout sighs and nods. "Yes, I am a species called Cybertronian. We are from a different planet and I disguise myself as your beautiful looking vehicles. Our planet is gone and now we have to find ways to bring it back to life." He explains more and more on what he is and how he came to be on Earth. The more he talks the more curious he is about your opinion about all of this. Honestly if he was in your situation, he would be grossed out and leave. "Well, this is really cool to know that there is car aliens! I think you look very handsome." You smile up at him to make him feel better, knowing he seemed a bit stressed out right now. His optics widened from your relaxed reaction and got a bit hot. A person from another world calling him hot was honestly making him a bit flustered, which hasn't happened in forever. You look up and down as him and give him a cute thumbs up. "Yep, looking good!"

After some time, you agree to go see his base and stay for the night. Being in the drivers seat of his car, you were geeking out about the type of radio he has while also checking out the air conditioning. "So is your friends really that annoying as you say?" You hear his laughter of sweet joy and it kind of felt like he was secretly smirking. "Oh yeah, you'll see."

[starscreamcopilot]

Transformers Headcanons: 🚔Prowl Version!!🚔 Part 1!

I love Prowl and I have a few fluff headcanons for us to giggle about hehe~

This post will be SFW!

So I headcanon him to not want to socialize with Humans too much as he doesn’t want to get attached, but he meets you and gives in to your fascination of him. He might act like he’s annoyed when you bug him but he secretly likes it.

He won’t ask for physical touch at first but he enjoys it and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy holding your small frame in his hands. After it’s been established it’s okay though he becomes clingy lol

You may feel awkward being in a cop car when he offers to take you somewhere like work. He’s very over protective and doesn’t want to leave you alone. Anytime you walk out of work or something he hits the quick siren button and rolls up casually, amused by how red you get looking around to make sure people aren’t staring.

He loves face cuddles! You sitting on his chest piece where you can wrap your legs around the side of his neck and can just leaning and give face snuggles. Feeling your hands against his cheeks, and leaning into it

All the kisses when you’re alone. He appears standoffish in public but once the others aren’t looking he is pulling you into his lap.

I feel like when he gets overworked he comes over and just picks you up like yep this is mine. He doesn’t like when the other boys get too close or offer you a ride unless it’s an emergency.

This is a funnier one. STAY WITH ME, Riding on his head and holding onto his eye brow horn thingies. That is all

Idk this is my first head canon post here enjoy!!!

[starscreamcopilot]

Yooo could we get some smokescreen stuff

Message - Haven't done this guy before. Hopefully I did his character well.

Smokescreen x Reader Headcanons SFW/NSFW

Summary - Headcanons of Smokescreen dating a human.

Warning - NSFW (Under the "read more")

SFW

~ Get ready for the sweetheart of the century.

~ You both dating? Bro this guy is the best gift giver. Everyday he would make you so many things to make you not bored.

~ Need alone time? He would need to force himself to drive and go somewhere else because he always is so worried about you.

~ Probably not good to have you two together because the entire base would not have any quiet time.

~ Eating next to him while looking off into the sunset…whiiiile dangling your legs off of a horrible cliff is the perfect date for y'all.

~ Conjunx tattoos? Pretty please? .///.

~ Whenever you want to relax, he would rub your stomach with one of his digits and stare at you with the cutest smile.

~ Waiting for the moment to sneak a kiss is him every morning.

~ Need to go to work? Well you need to run away from the cops first because Smokescreen speeds 20 over the speed limit.

~ He would punch any Vehicon for you on sight.

~ This man is like a puppy, give him some praise and he will die for you.

~ You both have a very specific sleeping position. Him curled onto his side while you lay next to his head, pressing your body against his helm to give him your warmth.

~ "Want to go out tomorrow for some cool car tricks?"

NSFW

~ I'm not kidding, he is probably going to do it almost every night.

~ Of course he would ask you every time, but if you want to he would scoop you quickly and go to his birth immediately.

~ He craves everything that is in-between your legs. Anything you want him to do down there, he would obey.

~ Smokescreen is an ass person by a long shot, grabbing your butt and massaging you for hours is his favorite hobby.

~ He may like dangerous stunts in the streets, but also in the birth. Dangling you above his head and putting your crotch in between his teeth is something he does often when he eats you out to show his loyalty and trust between the both of you.

~ He will go very fast grinding his crotch on you, please tell him to slow down because it will mutilate you.

~ Smokescreen likes to be teased all the time, letting you stop him from cumming is something he hates himself for loving so much.

~ Public interfacing is something he isn't apposed to, as long as no one actually walks in and sees them.

~ Hiding in car shows, the Medbay, and other spots where people can just walk around whenever gets him filled with adrenalin.

~ More of a switch, he likes to do whatever you want. He is not that picky and would be curious enough to do whatever position you want.

~ "Show me everything, baby!"

[starscreamcopilot]

As requested, here it is

જ⁀➴

TFP!Starscream x reader

Fluff!!

⭑➴ Minds alike

⭑.ᐟ

You being curious, wandering through places you shouldn't, stumbled upon a large ship that crashed into a mountain. You later realized that the ship wasn't the only weird thing here, there was also a giant silver robot with wings, how cool!

Any sane person would find that terrifying, but you weren't sane, kinda. You are, but you're just one big daredevil.

When you first showed yourself to him he almost squashed you under his foot, but let you live just as company after making sure you were a spy from the Autobots.

You soon found out who he was, Starscream. And you also knew the whole situation he was in from how much he talks aloud, clearly he's been alone for a while.

You also found out he can't fly because his "T-cog" is missing, whatever that was. You realized how similar you two were, both a bit sly and unpredictable. You found yourself liking him, and his company surprisingly, however much he may rant or be dramatic.

Sitting on a desk while he tries to fix something, you watch him, before looking down at a small piece of paper, a pencil in your hand.

You jump slightly as he throws some metal pieces on the desk. "So now you're trying to play dodgeball with me?" Considering how close those huge metal pieces were to you, he could have seriously hurt you if they landed close to you.

"No, human." He leaned down so that his face was level with you on the desk. "Do you even know what dodgeball is?" He stammered for a moment before straightening up to his full height, wings flaring. "Of course I do."

You smirked, knowing that he most certainly doesn't. "Then what is it?" He looked at you for a moment before muttering. "Dodging balls...?"

"Bingo!" You pointed your pencil at him. "I never doubted you." You were mocking him, but he let it slide this time, he wasn't in the mood to argue after trying and failing to fix something.

"come on! You're no fun, failing to fix something doesn't mean you can't try later." He grumbled folding Hsi arms together. "I've tried before you even came here."

You smiled. "Maybe you're just tired, rest a little and try later. When you're refreshed, come back and fix it." He stared at you for a while, leaning against the desk, he sighed, accepting the option even if his pride tried not to listen to you, but you were right.

He found a chair and sat down by the desk, resting his head close to yours. "You're burned out, Starscream." You heard him huff, looking away slightly. "Come here." You spread your arms and walked over to his face.

You hugged his lower jaw, and he looked at you with wide eyes. It took his a while before he relaxed, realizing that maybe this wasn't so bad.

He subconsciously leaned closer, closing his eyes, letting his guard down after so long. You felt how warm he was, and you snuggled up more. You were comfortable with him, enjoying just being together, no words needed.

You suddenly felt him pick you up, holding you next to his cheek, feeling you, and you feeling him. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment.

It was almost like he was recharging, you being his source of energy. After a while he leaned away, then put you on his head. You sat on his head, then wrapped your arms and legs around his red antenna like thing on his head.

He grabbed the device again, trying to fix it. And finally, he managed. He then put it down on the desk, glad he managed to fix it at last.

He grabbed you off his head, putting you down on the desk again next to the device. "I knew that would work. What would you do without me? Lord Starscream." You bowed down to hide the smirk and laugh that was threatening to leave your mouth.

He smirked at you, then got up from the desk to do other things, probably scheme again.

Hours probably passed, when he passed by an unworking monitor, he saw something on his antenna. A sticky note.

He took it off and read what it said. "Idiot"...

So he's just been walking around with that? No wonder you were laughing every time you saw him...