#TFA x reader

[my-quirk-is-fred]

Shit ain’t sweet when your stalker is Starscream from Transformers animated

[imma-soft-beeboy]

I can imagine reader gifting tfa Jazz soooo many cool trinkets of human things. Lava lamp, hot wheels car of his alt mode, an actual traffic light if reader is brave enough, fake snow, beach sand in a jar, pressed flowers, stress ball that looks like Earth, fuzzy pink car dice, and more. Jazz is running out of room on his shelves from all these gifts.

A/N: I agree here's a small fic about you giving Jazz his newest gift.

Warnings: None all fluff (maybe some slight angst if you squint cause you don't see Jazz as much as you wished).

[My Collection] TFA Jazz x reader - Word Count: 778

Jazz was always busy, something he hated because he would much rather be out exploring this new, hip planet they were on. It was teeming with small organic life forms, and all of them had their own unique possessions. Everytime he thought he had seen it all he was proven wrong and a new item would be pulled from one of their many carriers. He was fascinated. In fact, in his free time Jazz loved to admire and document said items. He had quite the list of items he had noticed the humans using in their day to day. But the day he met you that list changed from on paper to physical.

At first it started as just small explanations using things you had on you. The small, round shiny items were coins; a type of currency. And humans called their visors, glasses. Some glasses could be tinted to make ‘sunglasses.’ Then it turned into you bringing him more items; items you insisted on him keeping.

The first item you ever brought him was a lava lamp, Jazz remembered it like it was yesterday. He had gone to meet you in the park –because Sentinel would have a fit if humans came onto the Elite High Guard ship– and he found you on a bench holding the long teardrop shaped item. You’d held it out to him triumphantly, showing off the glass manship and liquid inside. Listening with baited breath, he slowly reached out to touch the said item. As he was cradling it, that's when you dropped the metaphorical bomb that he could keep it. That, actually, you had specifically bought it for him.

Flabbergasted, Jazz tried to return the item to you, but you pushed it back into his servos, insisting. You said something about the item reminding you of him. When he further hesitated you added that actually it complimented his personality. Finally, Jazz caved before carefully stashing the lava lamp in his subspace, making sure it wouldn’t be broken.

Since then you had been relentless with your gifts.

So far you had brought him records, hot wheel cars that looked like him or his autobot friends, beach glass, several pressed flowers, and DVDs. When he tried to explain to you that you really didn’t have to bring him these gifts, you decided to rebel by bringing him increasingly daring items. A construction traffic cone, followed by a stop sign, and at one point a mailbox. These antics were quickly put to an end, he didn’t want to see you get into trouble. 

As a truce the next time you saw him you brought him a friendship bracelet, and you spent an hour explaining the complexity behind them. How friends generally crafted them together and traded them before wearing them forever as a sign of true friendship. After this lecture Jazz made it a point to hang the bracelet on his rearview mirror.

The next time you two met he bashfully explained that he had failed at crafting his own bracelet so he had decided instead to put your gifts on display. Pulling out a data pad he showed you the picture of your gift gallery now carefully shelved on the back wall of his habsuite. Joy sparked in your chest and encouraged you to continue bringing the bot gifts.

The next wave of gifts were much more personal. Car wax for him to use, or a Cybertronian friendly USB of human music that was able to be downloaded onto his datapad. It was sweet and made his spark warm; made him count the moments until he saw you again.

Today he nearly got caught twice by police speeding to the park to meet you. He couldn’t wait to see what you had brought him this time. Upon entering the park, though, he noticed that whatever you had brought could not be seen easily. In fact, it looked like you had brought nothing at all.

“Did you finally quit,” Jazz joked as he approached you.

“No,” you bounced your leg, “I brought you something… a little more abstract today.” He frowned at your demeanor.

“Do tell,” he encouraged. You let out a deep breath before leaning close to him, and in return he leaned forward as well.

“I brought you a kiss,” you murmured before closing the gap between you two and locking your lips to the bots. Jazz almost jumped at the sudden movement, but held his ground. Pulling back you looked anywhere but his face, your own a beet red.

“What a sweet surprise,” Jazz cooed, making you look up at him in shock. “I think this one is my favorite yet.”

[cheschesterpossum]

My hand slipped👉👈

[creator4favestuff]

Being Sari's older sibling that got wrapped up in the AllSpark debacle.

After the autobots deal with the experiment gone wrong, you manage to find the younger Sumdac, who's talking to...a car?

Following after and scolding her for trying to go along with these unknown beings, yet going with because you too are curious.

Eavesdropping on the newcomers, gathering clues here and there, only to notice Sari disappeared to who knows where.

Finding her with an altered ID card because of what appears to be a funny looking box.

One that shoots a beam at you, so intense and painful that it knocks you out cold, only to be awakened by a worried Sari and bots who introduce themselves.

She explains that her key had managed to help both Prowl and YOU, that you might not be human, and other...riveting theories.

Ratchet, who seems to be stressing out the most, explains that you were also gifted power by the AllSpark.

But it liked you so much that NOW-

Well, you ARE the vessel.

Cue another passout.

Hurraaay…

Hope you're ready for bots from all around to want to get their grubby hands on ya… 😅

[in1-nutshell]

Could we get Fearless getting dropped into TFA? I would love to see how they react to the small Autobots and giant Decepticons, especially to how different otherwise familiar bots would be!

I’m hoping to see Transformers One this weekend, your positive review made me that much more excited!

I'm surprised I haven't sent Fearless to TFA yet. Well, better late than never!

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless meets Team Prime

SFW, Platonic, Human Reader

TFA/MTMTE

A portal opens in the middle of the Plant.

The bots are ready to attack anyone who comes through.

Surprised when it’s a human.

Fearless brushes off the dirt and looks around taking a double take.

Fearless waves at them. They wave back confused. Fearless looks around. Fearless: “This is defiantly a new one I’ll say.” Optimus: “New what? And Who are you?” Fearless jumps a bit. Fearless: “That voice is going to take time to get used to. ANYWAYS, the name’s Fearless and I’m from another dimension.” Team Prime: “What?!” Bulkhead: “Human’s haven’t made that much advancements on teleportation yet.” Prowl: “And how do we know if you’re lying?” Fearless: “… I literally came from a portal and you’re questioning if I’m lying? Who are you Prowl?” Prowl: “How do you know my name?” Fearless: “…Sweet Solus Prime, YOU’RE PROWL?!”

After the initial freakout of names and explanation of how the portal’s worked, Optimus welcome’s Fearless to the Plant for the time being.

Both parties are curious about each other’s universes and both share facts about them.

Fearless learned from last time that too much info-dumping was bad for the head or helm.

Fearless: “So, your war is over?” Optimus: “Yes and no. Megatron and a small group of Decepticon’s are stuck here on Earth with us. The Decepticon’s mainly dispersed after the Great War and Ultra Magnus’s decree.” Fearless: “Ultra Magnus?” Bumblebee: “Yeah he’s the leader of Cybertron.” Fearless laughs a bit. Fearless: “Hahaha… oh, you’re not joking. Man, My Magnus would have a panic attack if he found out he was suddenly in charge of a whole planet.” Ratchet raises his optic. Ratchet: “Magnus? You mean Ultra Magnus?” Fearless: “Nah, just call him Magnus or Minimus, depends on the day. But if Magnus is leader of Cybertron, then who are you leading Prime?” Optimus: “Just my team.” Fearless: “The Autobot’s right.” Optimus: “No, just this team the 4 of us.” Sari: “Hmm.” Optimus: “5 of us.” Fearless: “What?! But how?” Ratchet: “We’re just a space bridge repair crew kid.” Fearless: “…Say sike.” Optimus: “What?” Fearless: " Say sike right now…”

Fearless nearly has a nervous breakdown realizing part of the situation these bots were in.

Thankfully they had weapons.

…Right?”

Fearless, for once, is begging for that portal to come and spit someone, ANYONE from the Lost Light to help them.

After the internal breakdown Fearless is Ready.

Fearless staring down Team Prime. Fearless: “I will do whatever it takes to protect you all.” Bulkhead patting Fearless head. Bulkhead: “That’s nice.” Sari whispering at Bumblebee and Optimus. Sari: “They don’t literally mean it right?” Bumblebee: “Of course not.” Optimus: “I don’t think they mean it in a literal sense Sari.” Prowl and Ratchet just look at each other and brush it off. Of course they didn’t literally mean it… Later that week… Starscream hovering near some buildings with his blasters pointed down at the bots. Starscream: “Now it is time for you all to feel the wrath of—” Fearless flinging themselves off a nearby rooftop. Fearless: “GERNONIMO!!!!” Fearless lands on the Seeker’s faceplate. Starscream: “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF ME!!” Fearless: “I’ve heard other Starscream’s shriek louder than that!” Starscream starts flailing around with Fearless still having a death grip on him. Starscream: “GET IT OFF!!!!” Team Prime just stares in horror. Bumblebee: “So that why their called Fearless.”

The bots now take whatever Fearless says seriously now.

Ratchet has also threatened to tape them to the wall.

He becomes increasingly concern when Fearless tells him that ‘that’ hasn’t stopped them before.

Fearless loves telling the team about stories that have happened on the Lost Light… as soon as they manage to tell them that Megatron is a good bot in their universe after the surrender.

Speaking of Megatron, Fearless does ask a lot of questions about him and the other Cons.

They don’t know why Fearless looks a bit sad.

Fearless is protective of this team but also wants to get to know them one-on-one.

From walking in the park with Prowl.

To painting with Bulkhead.

To cleaning up messes with Ratchet.

To watching movies with Bumblebee.

Surprising enough, Optimus is the bot that Fearless feels like they need to protect more than the others.

…It may or may not have stemmed from the incident on Archna 7…

Optimus does feel a bit touched that this human, a complete stranger cares so deeply about him like that.

Then the Elite Guard shows up.

Fearless looks at The Guard standing next to Sari. Sentinel gives them the stick eye. Sentinel: “What you looking at human? Surprised to see a real mech here?” He puffs his shoulders in emphasis. Fearless: “Umm, Optimus is behind me?” The mech sputters a bit while some of Team Prime try to contain their giggles. Sentinel: “You wouldn’t know a trashbot from—” Fearless: “I’m gonna stop you right there Chin’s.” They look up at Ultra Magnus. Fearless: “Huh, figured you’d be taller.” Optimus already feeling a migraine coming: “Fearless…” Sentinel: “How dare you say that to Ultra Magnus! You should be on your knees begging that he doesn’t squish you. He has order over all of you right now.” Fearless: “Not My Magnus… I didn’t get your name.” Sentinel: “The names Sentinel Prime.” Fearless eye twitched but before they could do anything, Optimus scooped them up and held them tightly to his chassis. The Elite Guard and his team looked at him confused. Optimus: “Trust me, I’m doing everyone a favor…” Flashback to Optimus telling Fearless about Sentinel and Elita… Fearless places a sympathetic hand on his servo. Fearless: “You know it wasn’t entirely your fault, right?” Optimus sighs. Fearless chuckles humorlessly. Fearless: “You Prime’s always beat yourselves up badly. But on a serious note…” Fearless gave him a serious look. Fearless: “If I see Sentinel, it will be on sight.” Optimus looks at them confused. Optimus: “On sight—wait isn’t that what you said when we told you about Starscream?” Fearless just smirks and walks off. Optimus thinks for a second before coming the horrible realization. Optimus: “Oh no…”

Fearless gets along with most of the Guard.

Jazz is their favorite besides Blurr.

The Jettwins would have taken that place, but they threw them up too high and ended up getting stuck on a rusty vent covering.

Fearless avoids this Magnus… something just seemed off about him…

Fearless was not allowed anywhere near sentinel without Optimus being around.

Last time they were with Bumblebee and… things didn’t go too well…

Optimus was driving around with Prowl and Jazz. PING! Optimus had received a message from… Sentinel? Optimus: “Sent—” Sentinel: “GET YOUR FILTHY ORGANIC OPTIMUS! ITS TRYING TO BITE ME!” Bumblebee in the background: “They don’t bite!” Sentinel: “YES THEY DO!”

Soon its time for Fearless to say goodbye to Team Prime.

Fearless promises that when they do eventually come back to bring someone with them to help with the Cons.

It isn’t until Fearless is gone that they realize that they said ‘when’ and not ‘if’.

In the Lost Light… Fearless lands on the bar counter at Swerve’s. Trailcutter: “SWEET PRIMUS!” He jumps out of his seat in surprise. Swerve just smiles at the disheveled human. Swerve: “Came back from another dimensional hop?” Fearless: “Yep.” Swerve: “Can’t wait to hear all about it.” Fearless nods. Fearless: “But first, get me a bottle of my favorite drink… this one was rough.” Swerve winces a bit. Swerve: “That bad? How about telling me one thing that went well or some sort of highlight out of the whole trip?” Fearless without missing a beat: “I bit Sentinel Prime.” Swerve: “WHAT!?” Fearless: “And I’d do it again!”

[smallestapplin]

I was wondering if you have any ideas or crumbs for TFA ratchet? 👉👈

I'm a gilf fucker enjoyer and I love that mech so much whenever he's in screen time.

TFA my beloved! I went with romance headcanons and gn!human reader if that’s okay!

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- Ratchet is a grumpy old mech, the city it too damn loud and these kids are too damn loud and rowdy. How you managed to woo his spark was beyond anyone of the team, and truly beyond him as well, though the truth is he loved you for so long just keeping it to himself. You’re so good with Sari, so good at getting the others to settle while also fitting in with them like a big family. You’re much calmer than the others and found it easy to slip into his daily routine.

- His days weren’t right if you weren’t there, and nothing lit a fire under him than you getting injured during a decepticon attack, protecting Sari at the cost of yourself. Luckily you managed to recover just fine, but in that moment he felt helpless and weak knowing nothing about human medicine to help you. It’s only then he came clean.

Ratchet was so nervous for once, he’s an older model, outdated, and nowhere close to being as young and full of energy as anyone else on this team, why would you accept him when there were other better choices than this mean old mech? But after that scare…well, it just don’t feel right keeping it all in anymore.

You’re so much smaller than him, small squishy human, yet you manage to have him wrapped around your soft digit. Even when you’re looking up at him with a look offering him patience and love, he just doesn’t get it.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have been dragged into all this mess and dealin’ with us..” Ratchet sighs, his expression softens just looking at you, “you are certainly somethin’ else, sweetspark.”

It’s just you and him right now, the other long since gone to bed, he can finally be open with you without worrying too much. You make a gesture making him follow in turn, lifting you carefully in his servo just for you to kiss his cheek which swiftly flushes a darker blue.

“Really, and old rust bucket like me?”

“Keep talking like that and you’re gonna get it all smooched outta ya.”

It’s not a conventual courtship to him, he didn’t bwoop his siren at you or flash his light like he’d want to, but even still he holds you close with a sigh. You really do have a grip over his spark.

- Ratchet is not super lovey dovey in public, but if you start the affection he won’t turn you away, just grumbles under his breathe all flustered.

- If no one can find you you’re usually hanging around Ratchet if not just on his shoulder as he walks around. If anyone asks for you they are getting a stern look from the older bot, while he sets you down so you can see what you’re needed for.

- Arguing is his love language, please understand he’s not arguing cause he’s actually mad he’s arguing because hearing your fake shocked gasp is truly funny to him, especially when you go on a ‘you hate me and want to see me suffer’ rant, all because he said he couldn’t recharge yet.

- Speaking of Ratchet gets on everyone’s case about taking care of themselves this incudes you, however you will need to get on his case abour taking care of himself, he will argue back that he’s the medic here he knows what he’s doing, please just give him either a stern glare or a pitifully sad expression and he caves quickly. Just because it’s you.

- 100% yells at the other autobots messing with you in the same tone of ‘don’t talk to your sire that way!’ It always lands with Optimus and you stepping between and Bee cause the yellow bot sasses you back and Ratchet will not have that respect in this base, ya hear!

- He’s not the best with words but he is always there for you to lean against. It breaks his spark to see you having a low day, he knows not much he could say will fix it but he always lets you know he loves you, while he picks you up and takes you to his habsuite to lay down with you, let you melt into his warm chassis. One servo on your back like a weight blanket, just letting you two bask in each others company.

- Dates are at least once a week though most are very relaxed and more often than noth lead to you stifling a laugh at how he can seemingly pass out anywhere. Ratchet takes his time with you very seriously, but your presence is very comforting to the old bot, it’s relaxing almost too relaxing, pair that with your warm and a warm sun ray on him and he’s having the best nap of his life.

- Ratchet, like a lot of mechs, is very protective over you, he worries too much, he’s seen too much, he doesn’t want you to be caught up in any of it. If there is a con attack you’re swiftly hidden away first and foremost, and if thats not a choice than he will make it one.

- Ratchet also tries to downplay is issues a lot, a lot of bottling up everything adn refusing to even mention if he’s having problems so you are going to have to ready his tones and body language a lot. When he gets very defensive and fast you’ll know you have a problem, one he won’t even think about mentioning until it’s just you and him in his habsuite, and MAYBE if you ask and gently press he will give you some kinda answer. He doesn’t want to stress or burden you, he’s just some washed up medic, what good can he be? Once again smack him lovingly, please. To have your soft hand on his face plate, cooing sweetly at him at how much he means to the team but just how much he means to you, you love him, he softens up.

- Old mech yells and sasses nearly everyone and everything, but you are the voice of reason keeping him tethered, if anyone is having problems getting through to him they just go to you and you can usually get him sorted.

- Overall? Best mech to cuddle with, snooze with, he has his silly moments and his grumpiness is endearing.

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NSFW BELOW!

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- Ratchet is not topping, he is much too old for this he is no longer in his prime, in fact he will ask if you really want to do this with him of all mechs. He may not be topping, and he may not be lasting many rounds, but he knows good and well on his to use his glossa and digits, which he happily gives you.

- Loves having you on his face in anyway, let him lick up your sex and make you cum before prepping your greedy hole with his digits just so you might be able to ride his spike.

- Since energon isn’t much of an issue here he mass displaces for you during the rare occasion he feels up for it. He acts angry but he’s honestly so embarrassed and bashful you are drooling for him to open his legs so you can get to his valve.

- Is surpringly loud, Ratchet hasn’t been active in thousands of years, never had the time, patience, or care to, his interfacing drive got lower the older he got so self servicing died down too, that and not much privacy for it. So when you are buried between his thighs, licking his valve, stroking his spike and rubbing his node, his voice will go static he gets so loud.

- Be warned, he is a very adoring lover but he will pass out after at most three overloads, so aftercare likely happen the morning after instead of right after if you don’t play your cards right. But if you let him control the overloads and he is still concious afterwards, he is very adamant on aftercare, cleaning both of you up, kissing you softly and whispering how well you did for him. He loves you so much.

- Not very wild in the berth, probably very vanilla all thinsg considered, but if you have something you want to try he’s usually down for it.

[sometimes-you-write]

[ Look at my DNI before interacting with my blog, please ]

[ Transformers Animated, human!reader ]

Reader: Well, aren't you smoking hot?

Optimus: I don't smoke though?

Reader: …

*later that day*

Optimus: Oh, Primus *covers his faceplate with his servos*

Ratchet: What?

Optimus: They were flirting with me.

Ratchet: …

Optimus: …

Ratchet: Congratulation, you're officially the last one to know.

[eight-cats-in-a-box]

Heyo there!!

Could I get a SFW Transformers: Animated Blitzwing Alphabet here? I'd love to see your ideas for headcanons with him!!

Yes, yes you can

God I am so sorry this took AAAAAGES

But yes, here is your headcanon alphabet for this maniac(/aff)

Warnings: Blitzy has serious issues, mentions of murder

Affection- (how affectionate are they? How do they show it?)

Blitzwing's method and level of affection depends on how he's feeling. Sometimes, he's more than content to cuddle with you and make fun of some random movie, and others, all he wants to do is go blow something up with you and cackle maniacally while you both dance on the ashes.

He will (gently) smush you against his face. He will lick you. He will snarl at anyone who gets close to you. He will do all sorts of weird things that he views as loving. He'll bring you someone's head as a token of his affection.

Best friend- (How would they be as a best friend? How would it start?)

...I'm gonna be so honest, unless you're a fellow Decepticon, you probably got kidnapped. Or used as a hostage. He thinks you're weird for not freaking out, especially when he swaps faces, and he likes weird. Weird is good. Weird is fun.

He eventually seeks you out again for a proper conversation, and you two actually hit it off. (Well, as much as you can hit it off with an alien war criminal with a laundry list of issues.) So he comes back again. And then again. And before you know it, you have his comm code in your phone and a selfie of you two as your lockscreen.

Over time, it'll develop into a proper friendship, and he'd do pretty much anything for you. Janice in accounting pissing you off? He'll squish her. Ex-partner stalking you? Squished. On your period, or just had a shitty day in general? Here's an entire gas station's worth of snacks. He cares so much, and he's terrible as saying it, but he tries to show you anyway.

Cuddles- (Do they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?)

Ah, yes. The age-old question of "do Decepticons like to cuddle?". The answer is yes. This mech is so touch starved, it's not even funny. It takes him a while to trust you with that vulnerability, though, and that's doubled if you're Cybertronian. You have a much higher ability to hurt him, and he really, truly, does not want to get hurt anymore.

But when he does trust you enough for cuddles? Oh boy is he clingy. No matter what mood he's in, he adores holding you, snuggling you, walking around with you cupped in his palms (or holding his hand, which is almost better), and a whole myriad of other things. He is a level 10 clingy bitch.

Domestic- (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

If he's feeling more melancholic, he might wonder what your life together might have looked like if the war didn't happen. Would you have a house? An apartment? Would you live in Vos or Kaon or somewhere else? Would you have kids? All these and more torment his fractured processor and leave him unable to sleep.

And if you're human...yikes. He can get even angstier if he's feeling low enough. Does he really deserve you? Wouldn't you be happier with a fellow human? He can't even hold you properly, why do you stay? He's a madmech, he could so easily hurt you so badly, why on earth do you trust him so much?

Of course, you're there to reassure him and remind him that you love him. That he's not getting rid of you, ever.

...I think it goes without saying that this mech should not be allowed in the kitchen. "Servo salad" yeah no thanks babe I'd rather stick to lettuce-

Cleaning is a mixed bag. You have to be very wary when you hand him that feather duster, because his mood can change at the drop of the hat. He will get angry at the dust. And unless you distract him, he will try to eat something. Put some music on and make it more of a game, that works pretty well.

That said, he does do a good job. He's very thorough.

Emotion- (Is it easy for them to express emotion in front of you?)

Short answer? No.

Long answer? It depends.

Some days he finds himself able to let the words flow like water, sweet nothings falling off his tongue easily. And other days his jaw is locked shut, the fear of losing you too strong to bear. Those are the days where he chooses instead to hold you close, to reassure himself that you're okay, that you're here beside him with no plan or intention of leaving him.

Fiancé- (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

It'd take years for him to really, seriously consider it. But you're human, and your lifespan is so much shorter. He wants to give you the entire universe, but if that's not possible, then getting married is the next best thing.

If you're Cybertronian, then it takes even longer. He wants to court you, to do this right. He wants to take you out on dates and dance with you and show you things you've never seen. He wants to conjunx you properly, with a real ceremony, not on a backwater dirtball with too much water.

Either way, though, he's in it for the long haul. Past a certain point, he stops expecting you to leave and starts trusting that you won't.

Gentle- (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He tries his best, but you still end up with accidental bumps and bruises. Each one makes his gut twist with an unpleasant feeling, another reminder that you shouldn't tolerate him, let alone love him. But love him you do, and so the bruises get ice and the scrapes get bandaids, and Blitzwing gets a kiss for being your brave hero. Which he, naturally, enjoys.

Emotionally, he's much worse. He's blunt and cold on some occasions, and manic and wild on others. But he tries. For you. He'll never tease you for crying, or mock you for your interests, or make fun of anything about you. He'll threaten anyone that does, in any way, shape, or form, and god help them if they make you cry.

Hugs- (Do they like hugs? How often do they give them? What are their hugs like?)

Like many things, it depends on his mood. While he does like it, it's not all the time he wants one, and he won't ever ask for one. He'll just hover near you like an aloof cat that totally doesn't want pet until you get the hint and hug him.

And it's so worth it when you do. He's warm and gentle, and the thrumming of his spark is audible. Sometimes he'll pick you up and spin you around, giggling, others he'll grab you possessively. But he's always careful with you.

I love you- (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him months, if not years. It's not for lack of wanting- he wants to, desperately, but he can't, won't, give the universe another person to take from him. He can't lose you. He can't bring himself to announce to the universe that you're something else to be taken from him.

It makes him feel awful when you say it and he can't bring himself to say it back, can't tell you how he feels. So he finds other ways. He brings you things, he holds you close, and he murmurs soft things to you when you're asleep. He adores you so, so much, and it's killing him not to say it.

You end up talking about it, asking why he hasn't responded- not complaining, but worried that he might be feeling pressured- and he tells you. Tells you that he's terrified to lose you, and you've never seen him so quiet. So instead of saying it, you come up with a system. Three taps, one for each word.

He does that so often, his fingertips start to wear down a little.

Jealousy- (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Oh, he doesn't just get jealous. He seethes with envy. Depending on his mood- and how flirty they're being- they might, might escape with their life.

He'll loom beside you possessively, glaring down at them stonily, and he'll pull you in by the waist and haul you into a rough, possessive kiss, snarling his engines and venting steam until they get the message. If whoever it is doesn't get the message, he'll beat them bloody.

Kisses- (What are their kisses like? Where do they kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses, like all else, depend on his mood. Sometimes they'll be soft, slow, filled with so much love you could burst. Other times they're rough, aggressive, hands pulling you against him and his engines roaring. And sometimes he just fucking licks you and calls it good.

Little ones- (How are they with kids? Do they want any?

He did want kids, before the war. Before he became what he is now, he wanted so badly to be a sire. But now, he's terrified of hurting them, of doing irreparable damage, of failing them.

He's fantastic with kids, though. He's calm and gentle and passionate and silly and defensive above all else. He'd be a great parent if he ever got his head around it.

Morning- (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Blitzwing are slow. They have to be, because he refuses to let you up until you absolutely have to get up. He's a cuddlebug when he's tired, and he's almost certainly stronger then you are. Not that you really try to get up, either, he's warm and outside is cold. A few more minutes can't do any harm.

Night- (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with him tend to be late ones. Staying up until the wee hours of the morning talking, laughing, joking. You're always the first to fall asleep; the soft purr of his engines and the thrumming of his spark are the sweetest lullaby you've ever heard.

Open- (When will they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)

It takes ages to crack him open. The key is patience- revealing things about himself will take a lot of trust, and prying will get you nowhere. He'll tell you when he tells you, and no sooner. He'll drop little things here and there, and then drop it all at once when he breaks down after a particularly bad nightmare.

Patience- (How easily angered are they?)

It's Blitzwing. His temper is shorter than Bumblebee.

But jokes aside, he doesn't really get angry at you. Not really. He gets annoyed, he yells, he stomps around in a huff, but he doesn't get angry. He will not hesitate to squish a bitch if they hurt you though, his limited amount of patience is reserved for you and you alone. He'd fight Megatron for you if he had to.

Quizzes- (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He doesn't remember every little detail, but you won't catch him forgetting important shit. Birthday? Down pat. Anniversary? In the calendar. He keeps track of things. He writes things down. He doesn't want to forget.

Remember- (What is their favourite moment in the relationship?)

The first time you dragged him out to see the stars. You had to go miles out to avoid light pollution, but it was more than worth it. The stars were gorgeous, and your excitement was even better.

Security- (How protective are they? How do they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is so protective. He can't, won't, lose you, not after everything else, and he needs to protect you. Be that from a collapsing building or a spider, he is there.

He'll take hit after hit if it means keeping you safe, he'd rip every single Autobot limb from fucking limb, he'd do anything to keep you safe. If you were ever hurt, badly hurt, he'd rip whoever did it into shreds and then blow the shreds to smithereens and then stomp the smithereens into tiny little bitty pieces.

He'd panic bad if you ever got hurt in a way he can't do something about- if a building collapsed on you or is you got in a wreck or you're just plain sick. He can't fix this with violence. He can't fix this, period.

He'd be touched and impressed if you stood up for him- especially because he was half-expecting you to do the opposite. Expecting the worst.

Even if you can't protect him physically, he'll love you even more if you yell at someone for his sake. I mean, he thinks it's hot when you yell either way, but especially when it's for him. Optimus Prime quakes in fear at the memory of your scolding.

Try- (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He does genuinely try. He puts his all into everything he does- loving you included. He'll take you out flying, wherever you want to go. He would give you the moon and stars, all you have to do is ask. He adores you with everything he is, was, and will ever be.

Flight dates are common even if you're human, but they happen often if you've got a flight alt. Racing through clouds, spiralling lazily around one another, feeling the wind rushing over your wings. It's one of his favorite things, and he loves sharing it with you. Especially considering you're his favorite person.

Ugly- (What are some of their bad habits?)

He's very overprotective. He'll jump in even if you're nowhere needing help, and he tends to do things for you even if you're capable.

He's also got a bad habit of not letting something lie. If you ended on a disagreement, he'll keep poking at it until you either yell at him to stop or indulge him. Both things can be resolved with a stern discussion, but the overprotectiveness is just going to tone down, never disappear.

Vanity- (How concerned are they with their looks?

He truly could not care less. He makes sure he's clean enough and that's about it.

He will make sure to scrub down thoroughly if he's come into contact with something that could hurt you, though.

Whole- (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Oh, absolutely. If you ever died, or left him, or even got separated from him for more than 24 consecutive hours, he'd be miserable. You're his life, his light, his everything. He needs you to survive. He can't imagine living without you anymore.

Xtra- (An extra headcanon about them)

This seems to be unpopular consensus, but I don't think Blitzwing is three personalities in one body or whatever. My personal hc is that since his processor split, each "face" has only been able to express a certain subset of emotions. Before the split, he was a manic, aggressive, snarky sonuvabitch and he's still that bot, just a little crazier. But the faces aren't separate bots. It's all Blitzwing up there.

Yuck- (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like sweet things. Makes him sick.

Zzz- (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He tends to sprawl out like he's been shot, unless he's cuddling you, then you are not escaping until he decides to let you go.

He snores. Loudly. It's awful.

His engine fluctuates as he sleeps, like it breathes with him. It revs on inhale, and idles on exhale.

He wakes up incredibly dehydrated all the damn time due to the aforementioned snoring.

Masterlist

[bones4thecats]

Some writers looking over their fics before publishing: Yes, perfect to submit. Me, not giving it a second thought as I pray to every deity I can thing of that it doesn't flop because of my rushed-typing speed and shaky-nature:

[my-quirk-is-fred]

Bonus: hit more 👇

[signedaiko]

begging- BEGGING PLEASSEE!!

for a Bumblee Bee x Decepticon reader who’s short like him but more timid than their comrades. Like they mess up on missions, but they can be snappy too and fast like Bumblebee! I imagine him chasing them in a fun cat and mouse and accidentally takes it like a fun game. all scaring the heck out of them as he catches up with a smile. He would start crushing on them and just says things like it’s a fun idea “you should totally switch sides! Join us!” And the reader is all bewildered but wary.

Bumblebee [Animated]

In which the small bot finds a con just about his size that he wants to spend more time with.

Reader is: Gender Neutral | Cybertronian | Decepticon. Romantic.

Bee has a fair few con encounters now that he is fighting for Earth

Usually they were against the likes of Blitzwing, Lugnut, and the odd Starscream

But you were new; you were something that paled in size but made up for in interest

You were mostly known for your ability to distract; that's right, the cons used you as a lure on purpose

You were small, nimble, decently fast, and as Random had once told you;

"You have the face of an Autobot!"

Autobots thought you were an easy target, easy to manipulate, perhaps less smart

But you were dedicated to the cause, and while you hated being bait and preferred your spot on intelligence collection, you were happy to do whatever Megatron wished of you

Usually, it was fine

But recently, the yellow one had gotten too close, and he was only getting better at catching up to you

Telling the cons you were scared was out of the question, but it was seriously concerning how obsessive it had become

Every time you made yourself visible to the Bots, he was racing towards you with a smile and a hand extended, like he expected you to reach out and accept him just like that

More recently, you were worried he'd actually catch you

Racing down a frozen-over river as thick snow slowly fell from the sky, leafless trees whizzing past your vision as your peds left compacted snow marks behind you

He had special wheels made for snow, but you didn't, and he was fast behind you, yelling some more of his pleas

"Aren't you tired of running? I just wanna talk!"

He sounded so young, certainly near your age, someone you could get along with had it not been for the war

But what if it was only a trick? What if he only played this game for his own amusement?

You'd long since called Blitzwing to help get you, since you couldn't fly, and he was on his way, but visibility was low with all the snow, fog, and your distant location

You had to keep running, but Bee was only a few meters behind by now; you could hear the snow crunching beneath his tires

"C'mon! Join the bots! We can race like this more often on real roads!"

He offered again, but you refused

"You make it sound easy; how about you just join the cons?"

You were just as snappy, though

Just as he got on your heels and transformed, digits inches away from grabbing your arm, you jumped up and grabbed onto the wing of the purple and tan jet that swooped down, dragged away from his reach in seconds

He stopped in his tracks and groaned, but his smile never left

"Next time, then!"

Authors Note - This prompt is so cute!!! It honestly reminds me of a Blitzwing fic I read by @vhaos-chaotic-writing that was him being yandere and kinda doing the same!

[transformersxreader]

TFA Yandere Megatron x Femme Reader (Part 2)

(Y/n) lets out a low groan feeling her head heavy, she felt movement and was staring at the floor she thinks.

Then it hits her.

She was being carried by lockdown with no problem, lifting her head a bit she noticed where she was.

"No. No! No! Let go!! Please!!"

(Y/n) begins to wiggle and fight back with all the energy she had at the moment, lockdown stops his walking adjusted (Y/n) on his shoulder as a warning for her. But she didn't listen struggling again.

"LET ME GO! You are mistaken!! Please! No! I can't!!"

Lockdown doesn't listen and continues down the dark hallways leading to the throne room.

Once the large doors opens to reveal megatron sitting on his throne his red optics shining bright in the dark room.

Lockdown grabs (Y/n) up to show he indeed found her to megatron, who slowly gets up from his throne.

(Y/n) with fear in her eyes began to struggle and cry out. Once megatron was close enough to grab (Y/n), (Y/n) halted and looks up, he was smiling.

"I-uh."

"Lockdown, go see blitzwing for your payment."

And with that lockdown leaves, leaving you both alone in the throne room.

Megatron places (Y/n) down gently, grabbing ahold of her hands breaking the cuffs she had. (Y/n) flinch hearing the cuffs hit the floor with a loud bang.

"You certainly gave me and our decepticons a scare, they're all going to be thrilled to see you safe and sound."

(Y/n) looks away from his gaze, her arms wrap around herself nervously, (Y/n) was trying to find the right words but before she could speak, megatron cuts her off.

"As for this little game of yours, it's finally over."

Megaton lifts (Y/n) chin up

"Did you have fun? Did you get everything out of your system?"

(Y/n) couldn't reply back to megatron

"Uh..."

"Good, good. Everyone is so relieved."

Megatron smiles wickedly making (Y/n) concern for her well being, she didn't see the other larger bot coming from behind and injecting her with a small sleeping virus.

(Y/n) felt the harsh sting that travel through her body looking back in surprise to see the one eye decepticon.

"S-shockwave?....."

(Y/n) felt her body become heavy, leaning back trying to catch herself but felt someone else catching her. Leaning towards the larger body, Megatron sighs lifting up (Y/n) carefully carrying her off.

"Welcome home my dear."

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Shockwave was typing away looking at the screen to make sure everything was set, (Y/n) was lying peacefully on an operating table. Shockwave looks back to (Y/n) sighing coming closer to the sleeping femme. Gently caressing her face,

"I'm glad you're safely back with us (Y/n). You gave our lord a scare."

There a a long pause

"Lord Megatron punch down a whole new hallway when he heard the news of you had escaping."

Shockwave moves to grab a small extension cord to connect to the side of (Y/n) head, hearing a satisfying click and begins to work. Shockwave laughs to himself quietly, speaking out

"You should have seen lugnut, he was so devastated hearing his queen has escape."

Shockwave took a moment to himself knowing well (Y/n) wasn't going to answer.

"Don't worry my queen, you are in good hands."

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"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

(Y/n) lifted up her upper body, her arms coming to her face, she looked around the room.

Oh.

(Y/n) tried to restrain herself from grabbing her face on damaging it, she felt as it would help her to disappear from this nightmare, loud stomping steps catches her attention,looking up to the large door that slide open to reveal.

"MY QUEEN! Are you alright?!"

(Y/n) optics widen, then without a second she cries out,

"L-lugnut!"

Lugnut quickly comes to her side letting her cry on his shoulders, trying to pat her back gently as to not hurt her with his size.

"There, there my queen. Let out your pain."

(Y/n) leans more closer to lugnut, letting out screams and cries, lugnut stays quiet. After what felt like forever, lugnut looks down to (Y/n) noticing something new.

"My queen! Your optics! They're exquisite!"

(Y/n) was confused touching her optics then rushing to a mirror, letting out a loud gasp. She slowly leans more closer making sure she was seeing right.

"I.......i..."

"Now you are truly perfect my dear~"

A smooth voice echos out catching (Y/n) and lugnut by surprise, lugnut kneeling down to his lord. (Y/n) kept her stance looking at megatron through the mirrors reflection. Megatron walks closer to her grabbing ahold of her arms, spinning her around to face him.

"(Y/n) my dear~ I believe a celebration for your return is in the works, don't you agree?"

(Y/n) doesn't respond letting Megatron continue, grabbing a hold of (Y/n) so roughly

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you."

(Y/n) felt something inside herself, she could feel all her anger and frustration coming together. (Y/n) knew deep down she had to release this anger somehow.

"As I was say-!"

'SLAP'

Megatron flinch feeling a small pain on his cheek, (Y/n) hand was shaking realizing what she has done, but she kept a stern look. Megatron touched the cheek that (Y/n) strike, not even glancing at her stood up straight turn to leave."

"Lugnut with me."

Lugnut looks to megatron then to (Y/n) giving her a bow, following his lord out the room, hearing a loud click.

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Megatron continues to walk down the long hallway quietly, lugnut nervously following behind him. Once arriving to the throne room, everyone stood up straight and saluted their lord. Starscream smiles to megatron and bows

"My liege I see you have return from visiting lady  (Y/n), how is she settling?"

Lugnut took a step back making everyone else see his actions and also copying lugnut, stepping back slowly. Starscream looks up confused, a loud crash startles them all seeing megatron begins to throw and trash the throne room. Megatron leaving large dents on the walls and taking apart his own throne chair, everyone watches in fear not daring to stop him. Megatron then halts his attacks slowly walking up to (Y/n) throne chair, taking a big breath, moving his fists to remove any debris left on his hands. Turning around to face his loyal followers, speaking out to himself.

"I truly am a lucky mech."

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Thanks so much for reading ✨

I’m truly sorry if I’m lacking on updates, I just got a new job and I’m trying to settle in with this new change, hope y’all understand 🙂‍↕️

Again thanks u guys for reading and leaving amazing responses to my work, it really means a lot 🥹

Peace ✌️

[creator4favestuff]

https://www.tumblr.com/creator4favestuff/787285864430632960/being-saris-older-sibling-that-got-wrapped-up-in

I can't help but imagine the reader acting like this (especially if it turns out they aren't human)-

Reader: what did you do to me?!

Ratchet: What do you mean what we do to you?!

Reader: I didn't know being a robot was contagious!!

Optimus: okay, okay, let's all calm down!

Bumblebee: Mind telling us how you did that?

Reader: I didn't do anything!! All I did was walk towards it and then boom!! It shoot a beam at me!!

The crashout would be so valid.

Poor Reader has to take care of Sari as an older sibling, making sure their dad stays on track, given how airheaded he can sometimes, having to control the masses when said father is busy trying to fix something, and fighting money hungry investors-

Only to be involved in a war they know NOTHING about, essentially being a container for a high grade battery (Ratchet IMMENSELY disagress with that statement by the way-) and showing the bots how things work on Earth.

Reader absolutely deserves a break, even though they JUST met the Autobots lolol.

It'd be even funnier if Reader WAS human, but the AllSpark decided to fuck around and TURN Reader into some human/cybertronian hybrid.

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

♡ "ENTERTAINMENT" — Megatron [TFA]

scenario: maybe law-enforcement officers and Megatron can get along, only if he’s in a cell though.

setting: takes place post season three. Megatron is locked up in Trypticon for a year or so. after team Strika fails to bust him out.

cross posted on ao3!

Trypticon Prison, Kaon. What a wonderful place to work at. You mentally prepare yourself for him as you type in the codes into the door-panel of the maximum security wing. You let out a long vent before you enter the wing, the large metallic door whirrs open with a hydraulic hiss.

“If it isn't my favorite Autobot.”

You have to physically hold back a resigned sigh at the sound of the smooth velvety voice you had yet to grow accustomed to despite him being locked up here for nearly a year now. Autobot has become his name for you, you sincerely hoped that he didn’t know your name even if it had been quite a while since he's been under your custody. You trudged along a trolley containing the trays of low-grade fuel for all the Decepticon prisoners of the wing which was basically just him.

Megatron sat in his rather-cramped-for-his-size cell with one leg on top of the other as he leaned onto a wall, his helm resting on the barrier that you were so grateful for. Other than the occasional sounds from the two of you, it was only the static from the energy barrier that could be heard. This sector was eerily quiet, just Megatron and his silence. His loyal soldiers were in the other corridor of the same wing right next to Megatron’s isolated holding, it made sense why the cunning spawn of a glitch had an entire cell block for him. You couldn’t trust the mecha with even an energon scrap...

Trypticon was once one of the mightest Decepticons that had ever been a Decepticon. But after Trypticon’s defeat thanks to the introduction of Omega Sentinels, the stasis locked Trypticon was repurposed into an Autobot POW camp– empty halls with cells specifically built to accommodate Decepticons for millennia. But as the years went on, Trypticon was yet again repurposed but this time as a civilian prison. The old warden, Codexa, had given you a long lecture on the history of Trypticon years ago when you first joined. The place was a fortress, virtually inescapable. Only the worst of the worst were locked up in here.

But after the whole Allspark incident a year ago, Decepticons were back in the cells of Trypticon. The leader of the ruthless Decepticons, the infamous warlord, Megatron himself along with most of the remaining lackeys of the already crippled Decepticon ranks had been captured and as the days go by, they just seem to find more and more. The sector was almost half-filled.

The possibility that there were still more out there remains to be the current speculation. Every bot had their optics zoomed in for any suspicious activity nowadays. Especially in Kaon, where you lived. Given it was the former capital of the Decepticon empire, it made sense.

You were initially relieved, like any other Autobot would’ve been knowing that the fearsome Decepticons were finally put down.

But when you heard the news from Highbrow that The Megatron would be imprisoned in the wing you were in charge of? Primus, you felt your spark drop. The fact that High-Command seriously believed you were tough enough to handle the Megaton was comical. You were a senior guard so it sort of made sense why they assigned him to you but this was no murderer, criminal mastermind or Cryotek that you had gotten used to… this was a seasoned war-criminal that had quite literally killed more bots than has ever lived.

The worst part? The mech had landed himself a life imprisonment so he was here to stay. He was not going anywhere any time soon. Miraculously, he avoided a death-sentence… and you’ll never know how. No bot knew how actually. Tyrest must've had a few screws loose. Some think it was an inside job. Nobody really trusted Autobot High Command after the literal head of Cybertron Intelligence was a damn Decepticon Spy. Even if the historic millennias long war had an official and actual conclusion, there was a newfound mistrust… and Sentinel Prime didn’t really help out with that when he was Acting Magnus.

Either way, whether you liked it or not. Megatron was in your care for almost over a year now and it was… unpleasant.

Even despite your years of experience as a Prison Guard, Megaton was just too much. He was unpredictable and easily bored. In fact, Megaton was, from what you could understand, incredibly bored. To a point where around two months into his imprisonment, he tried to actually converse with you. You honestly didn’t know what to feel about that.

“Bored as usual, I assume?” You shot back at the grey mech trapped behind an energy barrier, tone refusing to hide your disapproval of his antics. He chuckled and then let out a sigh, expression momentarily softening and then returning to its usual sharp stare and slight smirk.

“Incredibly.” He practically purred that out, his piercing crimson optics narrowed at you in interest. It sent a shudder up your spine but you were an experienced guard, your frame did not betray you.

It started off small at first. He’d try casual small talk with you. You never replied… at first but somehow Megatron just knew how to rile you up enough to get the reaction and response he wanted. Of course you wouldn’t just let him get away with it. You’d stand up to yourself with your own sharp glossa. You had a pride! You might’ve not been a big military big-shot but you were a senior guard nonetheless and Megatron was exploiting that little shred of ego for his own amusement.

But that escalated, fast. Now he was full blown hitting on you sometimes. Might’ve found it amusing if it were literally any other prisoner. But him? That just didn’t even make sense nor did it sit right with you. He was clearly the proud, elegant, quiet and calculating type… to see him act like the total opposite for that was unnerving to say the least. More importantly, it brought up a bigger question:

Just how bored was he?

“You're lucky then. I have guard duty tonight.” You frowned, clearly not happy with the predicament of having to spend the night in Trypticon of all places with Megatron of all bots. You always ended up with the night shift, following orders you didn’t want to follow. Megatron knew that, he relished it.

“Don't make this any more unbearable than it has to be.” You sighed, resigned. He won't listen, he's Megatron after all but maybe for once, out some sense of.. non-existent pity, he might.

Megatron was quite happy with your predicament and it was evident in the small laugh he let out at your words and the way his derma slightly curved upwards.

“You can’t expect me to not make it unbearable,” He said with the usual sly grin, “Especially not when you give me such… entertaining reactions dear. After all, its unbearable for just you.”

“Do you do this with Fort Max too?” You raised an optical ridge as you opened the fuel chute, putting in some low-grade energon cubes.

Megatron clearly didn't like the mention of your fellow guard, his signature smirk slightly faltering at the mention of the mech. Made sense, the younger guard was silent with a hatred for Cons that rivalled Magnus’ own. Megatron hummed.

“Mmm. He’s not half as entertaining as you.” He sighed, Megatron wouldn’t show it to anyone but he did not like Fort Max.

“So I’m the only guard you annoy like this?” You huffed, shutting the fuel dispensing chute and making sure to lock it. Prison guards were supposed to maintain a menacing aura but clearly, the warlord was never intimidated and Megatron had a talent of making your exterior stoicism crack.

“Perhaps.” From all of your time stuck guarding him, you were aware that this was his fancy way little way of saying yes. The mech was quite dramatic for a bot in a cell.

“Am I supposed to feel flattered or concerned?” You scoff at his words, he spoke as if you were some sort of exception to a rule you weren't aware of.

“You tell me Autobot.” He leaned in closer, the static of the energy barrier cackling as he did so. Megatron looked as amused as ever.

“Concerned then.” Your optics narrowed at him, maintaining your usual nonchalant demeanour. If it weren’t for the tone of your voice, Megatron would’ve had a hard time reading you.

“Of course.” Megatron gave a slight smile, amused at the predictability of your answer. Even if you kept up your stoic façade, Megatron has been alive for long enough to see right through it. He was determined to shake that mask off of you, the slight flustered reactions you’d often give as a response were so entertaining and your annoyed ones even more so.

And that was just from his words.

“You don't find even a slight thrill in our little… thing?” He cooed, mockingly.

“There is no thing. There never has been a thing between us.” You retort, clearly unamused and annoyed by his implied words. Megatron feigned a mock offence, a servo on his chassis. How he loved playing his little game, even if it was one-sided.

“You're quite cold sparked.”

“And you don't know how to shut up.” You hissed, annoyance increasing as the moments went by. There was that snark he had grown to be so fond of. His smile grew slightly.

“You forget who you talk to, Autobot.” Megatron replied amused but the slight warning in his tone didn’t go unnoticed. You let out an amused laugh.

“Says the one in a cell.”

Now that, that got to him a bit. He absolutely despised being made ever so blissfully aware of his own predicament. Megatron kept his composure but his optics momentarily shone with pure rage at your gentle reminder. You were quite brave, he admitted that. Not a lot of ‘Bots or ‘Cons spoke to him in such a manner, not even that meddling nuisance Starscream. It was slightly amusing, refreshing even but Megatron will never tolerate two things– disrespect and insubordination.

That mouth of yours would cost you someday. He’d make sure of that.

However, the grey mech was a master of control. The both of you were aware of the fact that you mouthed off as much as you wanted only because of the purple energy barrier that kept the two of you separated and you thanked Primus with every glow of your spark everyday that Trypticon never faced power outages, unlike the rest of Kaon.

“Such a bold little Autobot but that mouth of yours will bite you back someday.” His voice was low but Megatron had his signature smile.

“Some day in the next… what? Five million years? I have time until then.” You shot him back with your own cocky grin. Megatron let out an amused chuckle. Even if you were able to get under his plating (funnily enough, a feat only his own soldiers managed to do), he’d be lying if he said he didn't find the exchanges between you two amusing and entertaining.

You were leaning against the wall opposite to the energy barrier now, a gun in servo. It was more like a standard prison guard uniform given how you rarely had to ever really use it but a necessary precaution given how they had to deal with Decepticons now.

“So cocky.” He huffed as he shifted on his seat a little, playfulness never leaving his demeanor. Megatron was still leaning against the energy barrier, he shifted a little to catch a better glimpse of you. You didn't really respond to that and let the silence take over for once which allowed Megatron’s deep red optics to actually study you carefully for once.

You were much taller than the average Autobot. It probably was a mandatory upgrade given your rather unsavory profession and clearly, you had some experience on you but you weren’t as old as to be alive during The Great War. Maybe the first generation of post-War Cybertronians, he assumed. But clearly nowhere near as experienced as he was. You had some combat training, he could tell from the way you held your gun. Your servos weren’t gripping the blaster like most amateurs end up doing. You had some skill. A useful, tidbit of information.

While Megatron wouldn’t say it outright, he had grown seemingly interested in your life. What was your name? Why did you work here? What made you pick this as a profession? Did you live in Kaon? He only ever heard bits and pieces of your life from the conversations he overheard across the empty halls. It's not like he wanted to listen but he was bored and quite literally had nothing better to do. His audials were more sensitive than most, especially given how he was a seasoned fighter. He needed to rely on every sense he had on the battlefield.

“What?” You raise an optical ridge with a quizzical look, questioning his lingering stare.

“Hm. I'm curious. You know, we've spoken for so so long, dear yet… I don't even know your name.” Megatron spoke, a slight mock gentleness to his tone.

“Not happening.” You deadpan, the one thing that kept you comfortable was knowing that Megatron was behind this cell and he’d never see the stars again with absolutely no knowledge on anything about you, other than some basic information. The last thing you want to hear is him calling out your designation with his velvet, silky voice… even if it did sound strangely hot. Wait what? You quickly threw away that thought as soon as it came, mentally scolding yourself for even thinking such a thing. why would you even think that?

“They don’t teach you manners at Autobot boot camp, do they?” A hint of annoyance laced his tone. But he knew it was not a matter. He’d find out your name, eventually.

“Nah. Not really.” You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at his annoyance. Megatron didn’t like the taste of his own medicine, it would seem. Who would’ve guessed?

“Besides, professionalism. You’re the only prisoner that I’ve met who wants to know a guard personally”

Megatron holds back a snort. “Professionalism? You? Don’t mock my intellect.” He retorts, Megatron thought you were quite hilariously casual with your duties. When he found out he’d be under the supervision of a senior guard, he was expecting some rough and tough old mecha that was absolutely no-nonsense. Not a slightly stern and strangely amusing bot.

“Very funny.” You mutter, optics narrowing at him in disapproval. Oh, how he cherished your look of reproval. “I’m not even permitted to speak to you. Its against the code of conduct.”

There it was. That stick up your pipes. “So prim and proper…” The ex-warlord rolled his red optics as he remarked. Such a prude but it was a part of your charm. It oddly suited you. Ultra Magnus definitely would’ve liked the way you do things but he was glad you weren't working under the Magnus, oddly.

“But even then, why do you want to know that?” You are curious, what’s with the sudden interest? Wasn’t he the one that thought of you as just ‘entertainment’? He just grinned at your little question.

“Hm. Like you said, pet: ‘Not happening’.”

“Touché.”

The boredom must’ve been chewing him out if he was interested in your life, that was what you could conclude and honestly, you could care less if he died from his own boredom. But oddly enough, despite how weary you are around him (and how you fear him on the inside), a part deep within your spark would slightly miss this strange back-and-forth banter between the two of you.

“Wait. Pet?” You’re taken off-guard by his new nickname. Megatron always had one for you. This had to be by far the worst. A sly grin formed across his faceplates, you were so reactive to his words at times. Made his little game all the more fun.

“Mhm. You heard me, pet.” He cooed with a teasing softness, his velvety voice and it’s lilt provides emphasis on his playful mocking. He had that usual cocky look to his faceplates that you wish you could just slap off of him. Scratch that, you would not miss this banter.

“Again. You’re the one in a cage.” You retort in an effort to get back at him, slightly gritting your denta as your faceplates begin to form a sour expression. He was trying to get under your plating again and it was working, Megatron had your personality pinned down and discredit at this point, he was always an observant mech— He knew how to make you take the bait, hook, line and sinker.

“Maybe so but you’re the little guard dog following orders like some organic puppy.” Megatron’s tone was as mocking as ever. The anger continuing to bubble up. “So devoted to protecting your master, aren’t you?” He swore he saw your vents puff out steam at that one. It was all so amusing.

“Never compare me to an organic ever again,” You felt a slight disgust at the prospect of being compared to an organic which Megatron took notice of and chuckled, he shared your disdain. “And even then, I’m quite sure that pets don’t paid.” Working in the most hardcore penal facility on Cybertron did come with a massive paycheck.

“A monetary minded Autobot I see?” Megatron remarks, a smug snarkiness dripping from his tone. He was smart enough to know that wasn’t the reason why any bot would pick a job in a maximum security prison. “You must get along well with Swindle in the other wing then hm?”

You scoff, taking offence in being compared to Swindle. Unsavory memories of having to stop the cheapskate fraud from selling energon cubes, literally just the coverings guised as ‘special grade prison food’ to Blitzwing creeped onto your processor. A frown took over your features. “Please. He’d sell his own protoform if he could.”

That made Megatron laugh, it startled you. A deep, rumbling laugh. A genuine laugh— not him being amused or snarky or smug or teasing. Actual humor. You had never heard him laugh. The thought of Swindle selling his literal life was funny to him, strangely. Your priceless ‘caught off guard’ face made it all the more hilarious to him. You really were his only source of entertainment. Megatron hated law-enforcement. It was a well known fact. But to your dismay and his surprise, you might’ve wiggled your way up to be an exception but the proud mech would never admit that.

“Oh, you’re adorable...” Its slightly out of character, but he says this between held back laughs.

“...excuse me?”

second one this might take longer than i thought... also, this one is kinda old so im not very proud of it. im gonna go back to the few requests i have left now

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TFA team Prime x Human!Reader headcanons.

Just some general crushing/relationship headcanons.

Optimus prime

He's absolutely shocked when he realizes he's fallen for a human.

He struggles a bit with the idea of a human and a cybertronian being together and how realistic it may or may not be.

Is definitely a bit nervous interacting with you one on one.

Tries to keep his cool but fails miserably lol.

Has made it his mission to protect you at all costs.

Despite his nervousness, he's quite affectionate.

It's just little things, but all stuff he knows you'd appreciate.

Always listen to you when you talk.

He remembers everything you say and will take note of like, dislikes, wants, and needs.

Takes him forever to muster up the courage to tell you how he feels.

His smile when you say you like him back is to die for.

This man yearns for cuddles but is too worried about hurting you or invading your personal space to just do it.

You gotta offer the cuddles.

Boundaries are number 1 on his priority list in a relationship.

He makes sure he doesn't cross any of yours.

He's definitely not all that openly affectionate around the rest of the team.

Hates Bumblebee's constant teasing.

When you two are alone, it's a very calm kind of affectionate if you know what I mean.

Honestly, your love is what keeps him going sometimes and needs you to know that.

He's a good leader and an even better boyfriend.

TFA Ratchet

This man is the definition of tsundere.

Can't figure out how in the wide world he ended up falling for a human.

So he denies his feelings for as long as he can.

Until they become too strong and he just can't.

Doesn't change how grouchy he is, tho lol.

It's a rare thing for him to say anything nice to you, but when he does, you can feel the sincerity behind them.

He would definitely end up confessing to you while protecting.

Trying to get this man to be openly affectionate is like trying to pull teeth 80% of the time.

He's not necessarily mean, just basic tsundere behavior.

But that 20% is something to die for.

Usually, it's late at night, when everyone else has powered down for the day and you two are the only ones still up.

It's at those times where he really opens up to you.

Not to mention, he appreciates having someone around to listen to him.

And he let you know he appreciates it.

He isn't much for physical affection.

Most you'll get is a caress on the cheek.

Acts or service is his main love language.

He'll fix certain things whether or not you've said anything about them, and he makes sure you take care of yourself.

He may be a little rough around the edges, but at the end of the day, he's a sweet guy deep down.

And he truly cares about you, no questions asked.

TFA Prowl

This man is fascinated by the idea of being in a relationship with a human.

But he never thought he'd be catching feelings for a human.

He's not quite sure what to do with these new feelings.

All he knows is that your presence makes him very happy.

It definitely takes him a while to figure out how to confess to you.

He's not used to being so open with other people.

He definitely gets a little bit flustered around you.

He's not quite sure what boyfriends do.

He tries taking advice from Bumblebee once but only once.

He vows to never do that again lol.

I feel like, despite him being a massive introvert, his love language is still quality time.

He really enjoys and values the time you two spend together.

Loves to study nature with you.

Whether that be through a nature walk or a nature documentary.

TFA Bumblebee

Gets a smile on his face every time you cuddle up next to him while watching a documentary.

Sometimes, he'll just space out and stare at you (until you look in his direction lol).

He usually isn't the type to get overly nervous, but you do some cute and/or hot, and you'll see him lose his cool (just a little).

He's quite the blusher lol.

Would probably faint if you ever did something sexy.

You're probably the only person you can really make him lose his composure, lol.

Oh this man fell fast and fell hard.

Doesn't really care that you're human.

Always tries to act cool around you.

Is an absolute simp 100%

Sometimes, he'll just sit there and stare at you.

You might as well be a god/goddess to him.

Out of everyone, he's probably the least nervous with his feelings.

Definitely finds a way to tell you how he feels in the "coolest" (by his standards lol) way possible.

He is the reigning king of surprise cuddles.

Anywhere, anytime.

He's pretty chill with PDA.

Likes people knowing you're his.

He loves to either play video games with you or just have you around while he plays video games.

He thinks the song Pika Girl by S3RL is the perfect song for your relationship.

Thinks you are the hottest thing on this planet.

He practically gets heart eyes every time you kiss him on the mouth.

When you wear a cute outfit, his knees get all weak as he tries to keep his cool.

God, if you were to wear something sultry, he'd probably start overheating and have an error lol.

Has tried to do the pocky thing with you at least once (if not more) even tho he doesn't eat pockys.

To him, you are his beginning, middle, and end.

TFA Bulkhead

Poor guy gets so nervous when he realizes he's fallen in love with a human.

He thinks he isn't cool enough for you.

Or too scary.

You'd probably have to be the one to confess first for this guy.

Is absolutely shocked that you like him too.

His main love language is 100% physical touch.

Would be too afraid of crushing you to cuddle up to you.

But when you cuddle up to him, oh gosh, you just made his day, no, his whole year.

Is definitely afraid to hug for similar reasons.

Practices gentle hugging on sticks and such just so he can.

Complimenting his art is another easy way to make his day.

As well as letting him infodump about random art facts.

He wouldn't use pet names on you unless you asked because he's so shy lol.

The first time you use a pet name on him, he'd probably almost faint.

Especially if you called him something like "teddy bear."

He'd might actual cry a little (happy tears ofc).

He loves just being able to carry you around everywhere on his shoulder.

He likes being your personal escort lol.

Sometimes, we he's feeling insecure, he needs reassurance you won't leave him for someone cooler.

For a big guy, he can be so sensitive.

And you mean the world to him.

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After being restored to life in a new body with no memory being created you moves into the Autobot Academy as you meet new faces around at the academy

Who would you befriend with?

Hot Rod-This guy is a total hotshot since he have good archery and speed.

Blurr,A fast talker that nobody understands him even though he's faster than everyone in the speed of light.

Sentinel-A prideful annoying jock kinda guy who always talks about himself.

Optimus-He's a successful student that good at saving everyone.

Elita 1-An energetic friend that would love to explore.

Jazz-a pretty smooth student who is very chill but good at martial art.