#autobot cab

[churino]

Design for go Shūta, minerva, cab, goshooter, minelba, and carb

I LOVE CHILD SOLDIERS!

Their headmater units remade by the power of an artifact called the emberstone, The robots are individual beings but it's hard to tell as The bond forged between the kids and their transtectors allow one to inhabit the body of the other on command,

With the differences between the earthlings and the autobots settled, metalhwak entrusts the safety of the kids to the greater resources of the autobots, formally uniting the cyber ninjas with optimus prime's forces as they search for the allspark's location.

In the process discovering it lay somewhere beneath the Philippines. As they moved their operations to begin secretly drilling for it, they continued to be antagonized by the six clan and the decepticons, although the latter began an on again off again aliance with the autobots, becoming more akin to rivals than enemies as they shared the same goal, in the process of their battles they put another life in danger, a third human child to take care of,

The autobots were able to reverse engineer the headmaster units created by professor go to create a third unit to keep cab safe, but frustrating metalhawk rather than stay away from the danger the kids continued to get involved in the fighting. When metalhawk expected the autobots to have the resources to give them a safe place to live.

Eventually he confronted both Ginrais and optimus prime about taking the kid's headmaster units away for their own safety, but Shūta overheard their argument and before they could go through with it he tattled to the other kids and convinced them to run away in the night to find the allspark all by alone to prove they were grown up and could take care of themselves (do keep in mind these kids are no older than 14)

As they approached the dig site it was like the ground itself was parting, like something was calling for humans specifically. Inviting them into the confines of the earth where they saw. A temple, deep beneath the earth, overtaken by six clan ocupation there was a power that flowed through this site and it remade their machines into guardians new living things but uniquely entangled with the children, and would grow an evolve just as they did

Goshooter is the upgraded loudmouth, primed to be the leader of this sub unit, dubbed the earth force, his voice box is replaced by stadium speakers that let his voice travel from one city to another, and be used as a hyper sonic brainwave scrambler.

Detachable speakers even allow him to do so remotely, his voice is so loud it doesn't even matter if you can't hear him anymore as the vibrations don't just damage your hearing they can cause the entire human body to pop like a bubble at maximum volume. Thankfully that takes a lot of effort on his part so he can't ever be harmful acidentally

and if he ever wants to talk like a normal person he can still talk via Shūta and within his mind, although they have been given a massive responsibility and a duty to their team and each other, their one true personal goal, is sports, Shūta dreamed of being a football player for as long as he could remember, unable to match his father's incredible intellect he found other ways to excel even if Shūta himself doesn't see it that way, as far as he knows he just is the way he is. Conversely shooter dreams of a sporting event involving rocket powered cars within a closed stadium and a giant ball that explodes upon entering the goal.

Minelba is the upgraded siren, forever worried about the health of the squishy humans, the second she got online she searched out ratchet to learn anything she could about medicine, her desire to aid humans specifically exposed a worrisome blind spot in ratchet's repertoire, which led them to contact ginrai's wife who was a nurse and was able to impart enough knowledge on how to take care of humans that they could be reasonably trusted with a scalpel. (I am referring to the deception of course, they can't hold an actual scalpel with their big plastic fingers)

Both minerva and minelba are less on the side of preventing injury as they are healing from it. unlike the other two members of this little team, Minerva's family is alive, well, and looking for her, this whole time the little girl has been sacrificing so much without truly having a stake in things, just worried about the well being of her friends, and the larger robot is here to finally give her the care she needs

Carb is the upgraded quiq, a fire fighting boat that allows cab to leave his island off of his own power carb is a clumsy lug who contrasts cab in disposition and skill but protects him from his often rash actions, when cab met the autobots he was running away from home to avoid responsibilities that came with age (just going to school) in favor of living with animals on the jungle, he was free from the shackles of societal expectations ( going to school) but got hungry and had to learn how to survive on his own,

until he stumbled upon the autobot's dig site and that same force that would later call out to them and upgrade their headmaster units called out to him and it's movement alerted the decepticons to their location. Which led to the fight that endangered cab and had the autobots take him under their roof, he's thankful for being fed but still even with his new big brother the kid still acts like he's better off alone with his pets determined to be "king of the world" (without going to school) he feels a special bond towards the giant city underneath his home country

[aus-nobody-asked-for]

Since nowadays saving the world from being destroyed by extraterrestrial Deceptions is not that much of a concern anymore, the Autobots needed a new way of earning their living wages:

Meet "Transformers - Faster than any cab company! (Also you don't have to worry if cars are allowed anywhere since Autobots count as intelligent life forms)".

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

hii im absolutely inlove with your works ❤️❤️

if possible, could you do an optimus prime(any adaptation) x human!reader where reader gets a new truck/car/or something, and they would prefer driving it rather than going with optimus so he gets a bit jealous please and thank you

Ty <3

Went with a vaguely bayverse

Small. Cramped. Devoid of much color. Basic. Weak.

These were the words that came to Optimus' mind when you showed up in that damn truck.

The autobots thought it was a stranger who had just happened to drive up and quickly transformed to avoid suspicion. But you parked and popped out with the biggest grin on your face and announced that you had bought a new truck. Well, new to you.

It didn't bother Optimus. Not at all. In fact, he was relieved you had some reliable transportation. You had mentioned your previous old clunker that had finally died on you. It was why he had been giving you rides so often. Sure, arriving and being picked up from work in semi truck was a bit hard to explain to coworkers, but you didn't seem to mind. Optimus was more than happy with the company.

Prime had insisted on letting them take a look at it, ensure it didn't need a tune up. Perhaps add some armor plating in case the cons caught you off guard. His optics soften when you laugh and tell him that you would be fine without it.

Yet... he worries.

You haven't called him for a ride in days. Found himself waiting for it before remembering. Ah yes, you had a truck now! One that works. Didn't need him. He had some time freed up from that, so much he could do. But what if call? What if it breaks down?

His audials perk at the sound of an unfamiliar engine. It's you. He knows it and comes to meet you as you pull up. Optimus sees you added some... personal touches to the truck. A plate frame, matching seat and wheel covers. All of it sings of your personality.

"Isn't he beautiful?" You say, giving a pat to the hood of the truck.

Optimus doesn't respond. He?

Optimus seems quite distracted while you hang around the base. Even when they discuss the transport of some needed supplies. It's nothing too important, no worries about con attacks. He looks up when you chime in that you could come with them.

"I can take my truck!" He deflates, "I can even help move some of the supplies. I got nothing in the bed right now."

Other bots chime in that it's a good idea. Optimus feels his engine stall and reluctantly agrees.

You presence is greatly missed in the cab of his altmode as he leads those going. You, Bee and Iron hide. Mirrors adjusting so that he can see you behind him. He sees you dancing in your seat, singing along to the music. Just like you would when riding with him. It was nice hearing you sing. The joy in your eyes had always warmed his spark.

The entire trip, he cannot stop thinking. Quietly seething as he sees you behind the wheel of the inferior truck. What if the cons did attack? That thing could do nothing to protect you. His engine growls.

Getting to the station, Prime is quick to bark orders, what goes into his trailer, what onto your truck. He was tempted to give it a load he knew would be too much, but that would put you in danger. Arms cross, he watches as Bee helps to load the truck bed. His thoughts swirling between petty ideas to get rid of the truck and guilt, knowing how much that would upset you.

THWACK

Ironhide slaps Optimus in his back struts, earning a surprised revving, "You have been sulking ever since she pulled up in that thing. Don't tell me your jealous of a vehicle?"

Optimus remains silent, embarrassed to realize how obvious his mood had been. He wasn't willing to comment on it, but his shoulders sag. He had no claim to you beyond friendship, but he felt challenged by this.... object. Primus preserve him, he was jealous of a fragging truck because he had a crush on you.

Iron hide nudges him with a teasing smile, "Don't get your fender in a bender. She'll come back around to the big rig."

"Get the trailer loaded." He orders, just to get out of that conversation.

Optimus watches you sit on the hood of your truck, unable to help Bee and Iron hide with the rest of the work. Your hand patting the metal almost affectionately. His engines rumbles.

[hx4x4enthusiast]

Papa Prime Headcanons

Jack once nearly fell of Arcee after a ko burger shifts and a long school day, since then Optimus picks Jack up.

Optimus doesn't show it but it makes him very happy that he gets to spend time with Jack. So when he picks him up, Jack often falls asleep inside Optimus cabin. Optimus knows that and purposefully takes a longer route back to base.

Miko fell sick once and Bulkhead was on a space mission with Wheeljack. Miko refused to rest without Bulkhead so Optimus offered to carry her around, which she accepted. He didn't put her down even after she fell asleep and did all of his work with one servo.

When it gets to loud in the base or Miko gets to wild, Optimus let's Raf study and read in his personal hab suite.

Jack sees Optimus as his father figure and unintentionally calles him dad whenever he falls asleep in Optimuses cab.

Miko came up with the nickname Papa Prime which ended with her once accidentally calling Optimus "Papa" instead of "Prime".

Raf made a father's day present together with Bumblebee and gifted it to Optimus. It was a photo album of the autobots and humans with a handwritten letter.

Masterlist

[thegarageafterdark]

Recognition(Optimus x Reader) SFW

Being an adult sucked. There was no argument there, and honestly everyone felt that way. Very few actually were enjoying the roller coaster we were all on.

You tried to not let things get to you, though it all seemed to pile up despite your best efforts. So when your car decided it was just done on the way home all you could do was limp it to the shoulder and park it. Staring at the steering wheel before just thunking your head to it. At some point someone must have noticed, a deep horn honk that somehow sounded tentative came from behind. Definitely spent to much time with the mechs that you were identifying tones to horns. But it made sense when you looked into your rear view to see a familiar truck grill.  Either Optimus had been on patrol, or he'd gotten concerned and did a loop of your normal route. Holo flickering to life in the drivers seat before it exited the cab, it was always surreal seeing how Optimus portrayed a human avatar. The mechs holo came to your window, expression concerned.  Your windows worked at least, though otherwise you were dead in the water. "Are you alright? This highways a bit dangerous to stop and sit here." Which it was, the shoulder was a suggestion. Your sidemirror was almost kissing the guard rail, and you knew your tires were just on the line marker for the lane. Someone distracted enough could easily hit you, so likely was a blessing the big mech had parked behind with his hazards. "Cars dead, I think the transmission just gave out." A thoughtful noise escaped him before he motioned you to get out. "Lets leave it here and I'll get someone to take it to base. Wheeljack and Ratchet can look it over. But it's not safe for you to sit here on the shoulder."  Wincing when a car passed just close enough that you felt your car rock by them blowing by, you decided he likely was right. Following his holo to get over the guard rail then walk back to his frame your steps faltered. You'd never ridden with him now that you thought of it. For some reason it felt different, his passenger door opening for you as you climbed up the steps. Hell you'd never been in a big rig like him before either, so it was a novel experience. The autobot leaders field felt like a warm blanket once you'd gotten settled and belted in. Merging back onto the highway as you took a moment to just soak in the novel feeling of safe. Like hiding with an adult when you were scared as a kid.  The stress of the day, hell the past week caught up and the strange relief as your car got further in the side mirror finally registered as you sniffled tearing up.  "I know things are hard, but for what it's worth I'm proud of how you've been handling things. " The gentle tone with the words caught you off guard, feeling the held back tears rolling freely as if he'd given permission. "I-" Choking up you made yourself pause, taking a second to force the denial of the gentle praise. Taking a deep breath. "Thank you."

[simpingforbots]

Stargazing

Being Optimus specialist in guns was not an easy task as it seemed. Especialy on Earth now. Prime was addiment on not shearing weaponry system with humans and Ironhide sort of understood why, he’ve seen their cruel nature first hand and Bee was victim once, yet he watched in owe as Lenox changed completely when he was with his family. Instead of leader of elite group of N.E.S.T. he was a father who loved his little offspring and his wife. And time to time such abrupt change in personality really made him question gust how he saw humans. So he started driving around during night, al while still looking for signs of decepticon, parking in some heavily populated area and just people watch. Their life was constantly buissy, streets boiling with life. Group of youngling going in to another night club, some people heading home after long shift, some going in to cafe to catch up with their families or their friends, making him forget completely that they were cruel. Sometimes he would also watch Sam and Bee, seeing them interact time to time and he would get this strange filling, making his snort and roll his opticks before walking away.

Well now he knows it was jealousy.

It al started on one night, where he was just watching people when he noticed something off, a decepticon, pretending to be a taxi, just waiting on the curb. He watched from a far, not daring to move anything in his body, wondering what this scum was doing, until one of the humans get in. Scrap. Now it will get messy. The con drove off far to quick and Ironhide can see human start panicking, well with that the chase was on. The cab swerved in between the cars without a car, causing more cars to crash in to each other to get some more time to outrun Ironhide. After some time Ironhide managed to bump him of a road, sending him tumbling and transforming. The human he kidnaped was flung along, screaming all the time as they rolled down the hill. Ironhide transformed as well, running down the hill while blasting at the con trying to create some space between him and the human. The con still did his best to grab at you, which was successful when they came to a stop, wrapping his claws around you and holding up like some kind of shield, which did work as Ironhide stopped blasting, coming to a stop him self, though still holding his guns up.

“Release the human, punk” he grumbled, letting an angry huff out, ready to pull the trigger any second, stomping from one foot to another “and I may spare your life”

“We both know how soft you Autobots are with humans” the con hissed out, shaking now silent human, who was trying to push the fingers apart to free them self, kicking their legs and letting quite grunts out.

---

You just finished your shift and wanted nothing more then to go home without any incidents. The busses were off limit as you really did not wanted to wait 30 minuets for it to come and having to pray for an empty spot, going underground was out of question as it will take longer, even if it was cheaper, so you decided to take the cab home. Luckily for you there was a cab right there. Waving to the driver, who did not react at all, you opened the door, whishing them a good evening and asking if you can get in. The driver nodded, allowing you in and the engine woke up from it’s slumber. Though as you closed the door the cab suddenly sped off, which did not felt right. You were about to ask the fuck he was doing when seatbelt wrapped around turning you in to unwilling passenger in a strange chase between the cab and black truck. You screamed every time the cab swerved in between cars, trucks and busses, causing quite the raccus, regretting being so lazy and when the truck managed to hit the cab in to the hill, you were sure you gonna die tonight. What you did not expect is for the cab to suddenly let the strange noise that sounded like metal cracking open and the next second you were rolling down the hill, the world spinning in your eyes and filing like you about to hurl. When every thing stopped, you had only split second before huge metal hand wrapped around you and you were hoisted in the air and held far away from what ever was holding you and being shaken like a jake ferret, legs swinging side to side. Your heart was beating like crazy by now, realizing that you were being held hostage by a huge robot, who was a second ago was the cab, all while the other bot, black truck, was holding the hugest guns pointed at you and your captor. You did not hear what the black one said, just focusing on getting out of the grip and with ears ringing and being defend by your own heartbeat. It did not take long for the cab suddenly pull the gun out of his ass and start shooting.

Ironhide did expected that con would start shooting first and he had to take cover, quickly thinking though his next step. He need to get the human out of decepticon’s hands and then he will add more holes in to his torso. Which will not be easy but if he don’t do anything now who knows what is gonna happen to civilian. Cliking his guns, he ran from behind his cover, aiming at the foot of the con, making him take steps back and try no to stumble, and using this momentum, he flung his body in to the con, knocking him over and grabbed at the human. As soon as his servos were wrapped around the soft body of screaming human, he pulled back and shot quickly, ending Con’s activity once and for all. Letting a grumble, he lifted quite human up to his face, expecting them. They were a just another run of the mill human, nothing special, not any one special by the looks of it, just an unlucky human who ended up in this whole situation purely by accident. Moving them slightly to inspect for any injuries he was relived to see that non harm was done to them, so he let them go.

“You’ve seen nothing, got it”

“th. Thank you sir!” You spoke loudly as Iron hide was walking away, freezing a spot. “Thank you for saving me mister” it took a second for him to slowly turn around.

“Sure thing?” no fear? Usually humans would run screaming or just run, not thank him for saving their flashy aft. “You not scared of me?”

“You sort of saved me, right?” the human cocked their head to the side just like any animal when they see something they don’t understand “so it’s only right to thank you? What is your name?”

“Ironhide”

--

The day finished and all the autobots reported to the hangar, going in to separate rooms to recharge. Todays mission was quite quick and simple, just one decepticon and not this hard, though Prime was getting worried about how often the reports strated coming in. Ironhide did not really care, having a reason to go in blasting and let his anger out. Though he knew well that his day yet was to end, al he had to do is wait for others to go in to recharge. It took some time for the window of opportunity to open up, but when it did, Ironhide snuck out of the hanger, sneaking though and trying not to get much attention, steping over the fence and transforming, getting back on the road and driving off in to the city. It did not take to long to find you. Your apartment was facing a dark alley, with other windows closed and every one sleeping by now, allowing Ironhide to transform in to his alt mode without being noticed. Slowly standing up, he peered in to your apartment, scaning for you, which did not take to long to find in a small box of a room that you lovingly called “studio”. You were snuggled in your small bed, under blankets, with the back towards him, doom scrolling through your phone. Feeling the cogs inside him whirr with what he now knows is excitement, bot taped on the window, quickly getting your attention as you jumped up in your bed, wide eyed before calming down a bid and waved with nervous smile. Getting out, you wrapped your self in throw on blanket, shuffling towards the window and opening it up.

“Evening Ironhide” you greeted him with a soft smile and tiered voice. “how was your day?”

“Buissy as ususaly” Ironhide leaned on the wall, looking at you with his blue eyes. He liked this sort of quite interactions, though he was also looking forward to something both of you planed weeks ago “Ready for the ride?”

“uh...” you looked away, before nodding shyly “sort of. Just give me moment”.

Reaching for the windows, you closed it and put the curtains down and Ironhide smiled to him self. You both agreed to go out of town to stargaze, something that he noticed you would do time to time while walking around the town to you work. You would suddenly stop, your head up, just staring at what stars you can see. So he managed to talk you in to this. So far you were very peaceful, even shy, skittish time to time even. It did not take to long for you to come out from the back door, dressed warmly for cold desert weather of the place they were going. Taking his car mode, Ironhide opened his doors, letting you in, stifling a chuckle as you tried your best no to take to much space or even move as they drove though the city, light shifting on his armour and scenery soon changing. When they reached the spot, he transformed aorund you, keeping you in his hands. You sort of relaxed, just allowing him to do what ever. There was even one time were he just swing you softly side to side, your legs swinging about, making you feel like a ferret again, though it was nice on your spine, feeling it stretch a bit, getting this pain out of your back. Stomping further away from road, Ironhide plopped down by the rock, lening against it and you on his chassis. You sunk immideatly in to warmth, bringing legs to your chest and trying to get as much warmth as you can, letting a long sigh out. Then you finally looked up. Ironhide can see the second you drowned your self in stars, your eyes widen in wonder, pushing your self up and just staring up, breathing softly. Ironhide chuckled a bit, leaning in to the rock and brining his gaze to the sky as well, staring at the countless stars along you, wondering just what is it you were looking for in the endless night and light.

“Where is your home?” you spoke, not breaking gaze from the stars, your eyes shifting slightly

“Don’t know” Iron hide shrugged, not able to tell which one of those million stars was home, or even if it was able to be seen from earth “Not sure you can even see it from here.”

“hm... do. Do you like it here?” finally you looked at him with those big eyes “ on Erath?”

“it’s... It’s getting better” he looked up, avoididng the eyes of little human resting on his chest. It really was getting better on earth now. Especialy with you. Leaning back, he sort of lifted his hand and started running it back and up your little back.

It’s been a while since e saved you and so far he did not regret telling his name to you. You liked to listen to him and would even questions about guns he had. Though in the back of his mind he was getting worried as it’s been to long and he felt like he was stretching the band further and further, fearing that when it’s snaps back, N.E.S.T. will find out about you and would force you to stay away from him. He really did not wanted it now having another earthly friend, even if you were not of military status, just a simple human with simple life. A nice break time to time.

--after some stargazing and returning you back---

Sneaking back in to base, Ironhide could only thing about recharge and hoping no one noticed him missing. Walking by quietly and opening hangar, he slipped in, closing it slowly as to not make even the slightest of noise, though the sound of a grunt quickly  made him spin around and stare up at Prime. Judging by Optimus face, he was not to happy with him sneaking out.

“I hope that stargazing with civilian was worth it?”

“scrap”

[witchofthesouls]

Can we get some cybertronian birb Jack bonding with Optimus? Good soup

Optimus had long gotten used to waking up with a small frame curled upon him. Even with an attachment for a bitlet's recharge slab with sheets and pillows that hadn't been scrap salvenged or rotted by rust, Jack crawled into Optimus' berth.

Despite the extreme suppression of his presence, Jack was a highly affectionate sparkling. Different from the usually self-contained human teenager that Optimus was used to. Little fingers grabbing the seams along his legs and waist, a small frame easily scaling up his height, an immature wingspan clattering against his smokestacks, a nuzzle across his neck-cables or an insistent, worldless demand of a cuddle for comfort, the strange, elusive EM field burbling joy in his own steady one for attention, and finding Jack slotted over his back or hugging his side during recharge in a sheet bundle.

Jack wedged himself between Optimus' back and the wall, hooking slim talons into armor, so in case Optimus decided to leave the room, then Jack was hitchhiking along side with well-practiced habit of utilizing magnets to keep in place.

Such as this morning.

Optimus slipped out of the berth, stretching out, frame hissing and cracking as it loosened up. Jack was barely a noticeable weight on his back as well as a heavy sleeper, slightly twitching when the sheets were left behind. Softly snoozing as Optimus walked in the Ark's hallway, not even hitching with the increased noise, but then again, Jack had settled down easily in trading hubs and space ports far busier and facilities that lacked the appropriate crew space for Cybertronians. Happy to tuck away against Optimus' frame or inside the cab to save room and a physical deterrent against more unscrupulous souls that tracked an immature frame of an advanced mechanical species.

Because as clever Jack may be, he could be overwhelmed with enough preparation as he lacked the full scope of transformation abilities, including an alt-mode and weaponry system.

Optimus heard the flapping wings before a few corvids perched on his shoulders, finding a purchase on the exposed cabling of his protoform. The blackbirds were highly vocal: chittering and making undulating calls; excited as the birds had long memorized the morning schedule of shower time.

Unlike their own dimension, where the flagship had to be abandoned due to the severe lack of resources to get a modicum of a functionality, not even worth it considering how small their team was, this Ark was liveable and retained most of its functions with the unfortunate exceptions of downed flight capabilities and long-distance transportation warp gates.

Here, with the help of nearby hydrothermal springs, volcanic activity, and Oregon's wet climate, the Autobots had a fully stocked shower rack with no strict rationing on the distilled water, heat, or usage.

It was an indulgence that Optimus allowed himself to enjoy, especially since Jack needed far more maintenance compared to him. Jack's frame was immature, still developing and reconfiguring itself orn by orn, including his limbs and wingspan. Seams lengthening or shortening. Some disappearred completely and slowly resurface over the months. Dry brushing was a necessary evil- no matter how much Jack squirmed, whined, and tried to avoid it by squireling away in hard to reach areas -in ports with limited-to-no available solvents for personal care. Grime that settled deep into Jack's current frame development would cause protoform irritation, armature warping, delayed growth, and uneven coloration.

Jack eventually learned to appreciate grooming in wet baths, especially in places where he was free to roam around or splash about.

Within a private stall, both animals and sparkling screeched back and forth, circling the enclosed space before Jack willingly went to Optimus' lap, kicking out his pedes, splaying out his wingspan as wide as possible.

Optimus had never told anyone that he still carried or, at least, regained some tidbits of his Wastelands history as he switched from blunt digits to claws. Jack purred, grey-blue optics dimming as the sharpened tips picked at his seams to remove any dust and dirt, and they settled in a familiar, pleasant groove where Jack chattered about dreams and yesterday's adventures, wiggling around as Optimus guided his frame to reach other seams, fields meshed in a homey, comfortable buzz under the hot spray of multiple shower heads.

Jack vibrated with pure joy when Optimus scrapped the last areas and ushered him off, and shook his entire body, platelets clattering in a similar ripple as, much to the corvids' continuous delight, a manner similar to the birds' ruffled feathers as they used a soaking bowl for wash rags as a birdbath.

[niiwa-angel]

I love the potential world building aspect for the humans living in any transformers media, because it's a fucking hilarious concept.

I like to think the Cybertronians are the governments of the world's worst kept secrets. Like, in his first scene in the Bayverse Transformers Movie, Bumblebee drove onto the lot literally as Sam was already there, slammed his door into the car next to him, and then blew out the windows of every other car on the lot because he needed to go with Sam but his dad didn't wanna fork over an extra $1000. Then in that SAME MOVIE, he kicks Sam and Mikayla out of his cab in the middle of the street, because Mikayla called him "a piece of shit Camero" only to return less than two minutes later, stunt driving, as a newer model of a Camero.

Not to mention, the Decepticons don't exactly try to hide. Not for long anyway. And I chuckle to think what they were doing off screen before the movie even started. In fact, in pretty much any transformers media I've seen (admittedly it's been a while for the cartoons but still) the Decepticons just fucked around. They did not have a fuck to give about whether or not they were seen by humans.

So I imagine, if you're anybody with Internet access anywhere in the world, you probably know that there are giant alien robots just lurking around. Car does something weird on the roadway in front of you? Get out your phone, there's not an non-zero chance it'll transform and you can go internet famous. Go to an air show? Keep an eye out for any particularly flashy planes, it may be Starscream.

I also think the Autobots would try and copy humans to some extent. Jazz watches a human rip open a package with their teeth and he starts mimicking it. When in Rome, do as the Romans after all. Or Ironhide sees humans step on pop/beer cans when finished drinking them and starts doing that with empty oil barrels. It's funny but it also makes every human around them VERY conscious of the fact that these guys could easily kill them if they wanted to.

BUT! Humans will pack bond with literally anything. So for the humans who live near the Autobots, I'd like to think they're just part of the community. Your elderly parent/grandparent needs a ride to a medical appointment but you work full time and don't want to pay for a cab? Call one of the Autobots. Your family member will get there and back safely but they do not get to pick the music. The streets and sidewalks are always clear of snow because the Autobots took over road clearing since they fucking hate winter. People leave jugs of oil, WD40, and scrap metal in their front lawns because the Autobots eat and drink those things. The drive in theaters was going to go out of business, since most people don't use them anymore, but the big robots like it so the community just agrees to keep it open for them.

If one of them hands you a grocery list and some money, just go get their stuff for them. They don't fit in human stores but they do sometimes need stuff. Be a good neighbour to your local alien robot.

And can you IMAGINE the pranks the younger generations can get up to with more of the care free bots? Senior prank day just got a lot more intense. Jazz lifted a principals care up onto the school roof once because the seniors bribed him with old car parts to eat. Rachet walls outside one morning to find that someone has painted a local statue yellow and black (no idea who that could have been) and Optimus is constantly getting calls because Mirage is impersonating a police car to scare people into slowing down.

But if every human living near the Autobots, I think the kids would love them the most. And the adults know that and exploit it as much as possible. Reading challenge at the nearby elementary school? Optimus was a librarian, everyone go outside and he's going to give us a lecture on the importance of reading. Rachet is also there to stress the importance of good posture while we're at it.

[what-if-i-like-my-mechs-older]

Pt10

(Important you note and remember blue light means go, keep going, don't stop, I want this, they're adults who laid down their ground rules and the mystery mech is keeping a very close optic for the shift to red. Also the final arc if the prison boning xD it took me three parts to get this done, such is life and the spark of inspiration. )

Optimus didn't give his visitor a chance as a wicked thought came to mind , he quickly moved , dodging miraculously past him, blue light flashing brightly, hoping the mech understood the assignment, he wanted to see his face that much was true , next time though, he'd make sure to.

The mech was certainly caught off guard but still aware of the lights on Orion's back only smirked at the sight of that blue continuously flashing.

Before Optimus even reached the cell door he felt fingers press to the back of his knees making him crumble. Laying half way out the cell door withna grin plastered on his face as he was dragged back in and made to roll over.

He fought against the mechs hands trying to grab his wrists, enjoying every moment, when they were caught and forcefully pinned above his head, he was breathless from laughing, cheeks flushed and lips parted.

The mech above him watching the lights of the cell bars flickering over him, even he wanted those blue optics bright and glowing ,staring up at him with a look he could only imagine behind the blindfold, how sultry, how full of want his gaze must be...

"So autobot, wanna make things difficult?"

Check, blue light still a go.

Optimus wasn't even trying not to grin, he was loving this way too much , his hips rocked against the thigh pressed between his own.

"You can't make do shit Con!"

"Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that."

He pressed his thigh firmer against him, look at those pretty lips making a mess of his plating....and ones that begged to be kissed, he had to , he wanted, no needed to, leaning down he claimed them with his own, letting the autobot taste his own sweetness that lingered upon his tongue, a hand returning to the inside of his cab, finding all those places once more that had revved up The Autobot leader, taking pride as he Orions legs wrap around his thigh, seeking even more friction.

He was quick though to notice Optimus still try and reach out a hand to touch him and pushed it back down.

Leaning in close he growled against his audio receptor

"Behave autobot or I will leave you unfinished."

"You wouldn't ...would you?"

"I follow your rules you follow mine. "

Optimus understanding being touched was the mechs red light he nodded.

"Now that we understand each other, I'm sure I can give you more than my thigh to sate your pretty valve. "

Orion released The Decepticons thigh, parting his own ones further, he heard the hiss of a panel, swallowing thickly he waited , he wanted this, wanted the mech who'd been teasing his body, it was becoming too much.

"Will you be good, keep your hands to yourself?"

Orion nodded, whining as that voice crept inside him, the vibrations of his words tingling through his circuitry.

He nodded again slowly, hands flat against the floor to show his compliance.

Seeing his obedience the mech purred

"Good Bot."

He smirked at the gasp from Orion, the warmth radiating from his valve when he'd been given that praise.

He noted that Orion had a praise kink for another time.

Right now he wanted to see what a valve from Orions world felt like, what Orion felt like, look at him, a brat brought into compliance...at least when it suited him.

Running his hands along Orions waist he admired the length of his body, the silver on black, the red of his chest and the fullness of those lips as his ear finals twitched with anticipation.

All the way along his arms until his fingers laced with his and he kissed him once more, his spike seeping lubrication along its seams, ready for where he wanted it to go, hips slowly rocking, moving along lights and layers, the tip caressing against Orions aching node, his voice hot and heavy against Primes wanting mouth that sought each and every kiss.

"Say it."

Orion's fingers clasped at the hands that held his.

"B-blue light."

The mech had barely waited for the words to leave him before making them one, oh and what he felt, the shift , how he parted and melded as if transforming to make their fit perfect, to stimulate him ....each other, he nearly overloaded right then and there, he couldn't help but find Orion's impatience at his lack of movement amusing.

"Shhh Autobot, let me enjoy this, enjoy your pretty face..."

Truth and a lie at the same time, he needed a moment he wanted to last longer than two seconds in a valve that could literally change to match the spike within, even the calipers rippled and worked along his spike what in the absolute Primus had he gotten himself into.

Yet he couldn't deny he was glad he was the first to feel just how wonderful he was out of the Con army, both willing parties to try different universes, he had to wonder how did his spike feel in comparison to-

"Please if you're not going to move...sit so I can start bouncing on it."

Optimus was getting impatient and squirmed under him , the mech thought about just how arousing that would look and actually adjusted them so Orion was straddling his lap, he guided his hands so they rested on area between neck and shoulder , nothing there could reveal who he was.

Orion barely noted it felt like something could clip on the right side that had been removed for this moment as he sank back down onto the mechs spike and shivered as it pressed against his gestation chamber, his walls squeezing tight at the sensation and even flexed again when he felt two fingers press against his node and started moving, he needed more.

The Decepticon would have taken a smug sense pleasure at seeing Orion willingly pound his spike into him if it wasn't so damn incredible, one hand supporting the autobots back as he kept touching him , amazed that Orion kept a distance between their bodies even now.

If he wasn't trying to keep his identity a secret, he would have pulled him close, kissed at his neck, he couldn't be too rash though. His hips bucked up and admist it all heard Orion's spike housing finally surrender and reveal the most colourful cable he'd ever seen, lights pulsing with every spark beat, its tip rubbing against his belly, lined with ridges and a frill of bumps all meant to bring pleasure to their partner, his own valve ached for it.

Somewhere in the depths of his clouded mind that was lost in ecstasy he had a primal urge to knock him off and let it sink into him, but he was so close, they both where, his spike ached with a need to burst and fill him, he was waiting holding on for Orion to cum, he wanted this otherworldly valve to pull it from him.

Grabbing the back of Orion's neck he pulled him down , kissing him, their glossas met, each one eager to taste the other, the lights of the prison bars seemed to crackle louder and shine brighter in the darkness as they drew closer to their moment, he bucked his hips again, the tip slamming against Orion's inner chamber and he felt his world go white as Optimus overloaded and pulled him over the edge he tossed his own rule out the window and pulled him close, riding through waves of pleasure that rolled throughout him, thrusting over and over again until he couldn't move and everything had been drained, each time Orion's internals rippled his spike throbbed hard just as eager to feed him what his body yearned for.

Finally coming to any kind of sense, he noticed Orions spike was still hard and begging for attention, pushing him back on the prison floor, hands on his shoulders he growled

"My turn."

Orion, who was lost in bliss, had absolutely no problems with this as his node and valve throbbed with post orgasmic bliss.

Blue light still going.

The mech had to bite his own fingers to make sure this didn't cave too quickly, sinking himself down, hands now on The autobots chest, revelling in the sensation of it, Orion was his first Autobot and he was understanding more and more with every rock of his own hips the appeal of sleeping with the enemy.

Neither of them lasted long but both were brought to another blinding overload that took them offline.

Worth it. Absolutely worth it.

Orion would later wake up clean and curled up on Megatron's berth , the older mech sitting at his desk going through reports.

Next piece

Previous piece

First piece aka How Orion ended up in G1 world.

[yayasvalveplay]

Oppy breeding anon for more Hive Queen Optimus.

Wheeljack learns about the hive and Optimus being their queen and goes “oh hell no” and keeps himself away from base. He does not trust the Insecticons one bit and he has his ship so he has an excuse to not go into base. As for Smokescreen, he’s very confused about the concept of a hive Queen since he’s only ever really seen them as “mindless”, but kinda has to accept it because he at least they follow Optimus and not Megatron.

I suspect the bitty will emerge around the time they retrieve the second Omega Key from the coordinates Optimus decoded and the hive panics a bit since they have no idea what to do about a sparkling not emerging as a egg and also THEIR QUEEN IS IN PAIN!!! They definitely drag Ratchet over since their queen said that the medic can help! Ratchet is at first very disgruntled since he was looking over whichever Autobot went on the mission to the second key, but goes into medic mode once he realizes oh Primus Optimus is in emergence.

The bitty comes out and the Insecticons are very OwO at seeing a live-born sparkling for the first time, but end up letting Ratchet and Optimus handle the sparkling. It very much looks like a mix of Optimus and Megatron, but there’s a weird bit of Insecticon in it from when the bitty adsorbed a few Insecticon eggs from when they bred him.

Now imagine this new bitty drinking from Oppy’s tit as the Insecticons start breeding their queen again and other Insecticons take care of the eggs that are just now hatching.

Wheeljack is safe from the mandatory cleaning. I cab see thar the first time he was in the base he got 'attacked' by the insecticons. Because man living out in the woods have made him dirty, and the insecticoms don't do dirty. Especially around there queen.

That was the cleanest Wheeljack has ever felt and now he's even more scared ox them. Thus he runs to his ship any moment he can get and nor be apart of the base.

Smokescreen isn't lucky. He is being followed and put into mandatory sleep schedules.

I do think sometime in season 3( I hope that second omega key is in season 3) op does give birth to the bitty. And yes i will say that the bitty does get a bit insecticon cna. Wouldn't it be so fun if they were a triple changer?

A bit unrelated to this ask. But I've been thinking about it at work. But like the human kids are always being watched by the insecticons. There sparklings. Just imagine if tfa had mass shifting and three insecticons mass shift to be like small lizard size. So they can fit in the kids bags.

I feel like Mikos insecticon would be rocking some paint and stickers. Rafs insecticon would have on different patterns of paint that looks like symbols, maybe its autobot glyphs. While Jack's insecticon is hospital color theory.

[riverraptor12]

Hi! This is a quick drawing I did of human versions of Starscream (left) and Metalhawk (right) based on how they appear in my fanfic, Endless Winter Skies. In this fic, set post-war on Earth, Starscream's ghost comes to inhabit a synthetic human body while Metalhawk is a pretender posing as an astrophysicist working on a remote Alaskan island. It is a daily, prompt-driven, slow burn fic.

Endless Winter Skies (54801 words) by Riverraptor12 Chapters: 45/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Generation One Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Metalhawk/Starscream (Transformers) Characters: Starscream (Transformers), Metalhawk (Transformers), Go Shuta, Minerva, Cab - Character, Siren (Transformers), Decepticons (Transformers), Autobots (Transformers) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Sort Of, Fanon, Starscream Redemption (Transformers), Starscream-centric (Transformers), Immortal Starscream (Transformers), Alaska, Author is not from Alaska, I just thought it would make for a neat setting, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Fluff, Human Experimentation, Prompt Fic, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, No Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Not Beta Read, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, But in the way that starscream hates his current host, not himself, Slice of Life, Secret Identity, Post-War, Canon-Typical Violence, Kidnapping, Bounty Hunters, Medical Examination Series: Part 1 of Endless Winter Skies and Extras Summary: For countless eons, Starscream's immortal and indestructible spark has been untethered and adrift. But after a scheme goes awry, Starscream's ghost is trapped inside a synthetic body. Now he must rely on the kindness of humans from a remote Alaskan community while he bides his time. Eventual slow-burn romance between Starscream and the Autobot Pretender Metalhawk told over a series of vignettes.

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Long-Haul Pt2

Posted to AO3 for spicy

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Kind of Solidified the G1 with part two. Anyways, I found some cool vids on youtube of old Over cab trucks with beds inside. Cozy intimate spaces.

Prime was gonna be gone for 3 days. Some sort of long-haul solo mission. Well, semi-solo. He knew you would insist on coming with him. Everyone would be fine without you, and he told the other Autobots that you would be his human guide when needed. It was the perfect excuse to be alone on what was likely to be a borning check on some odd energy readings. You toss your bag into the open door, taking the hand of his holoform and climbing in. He apologizes profusely for the small space but you just wave it off with a smile and a kiss to the dash that makes his engine sputter.

"As long as we stop at gas stations to stretch my legs and get some food, I'll be fine." The first day had been fine. You had spent a few hours inside him after all. But that was a few hours, not an entire day. By the time the sun is close to setting, you are squirming in your seat, and not for fun reasons. He notices, and you continue to deny discomfort.

He makes a point in pulling over as quickly as possible, telling you to take as much time as you needed to "stretch your pedes".

"Legs." You correct him before hoping out of the cab. You groan and sigh as you stretch a bit, realizing just how sore you were from sitting for so long. The gas station looked rather promising and clean at a glance, wondering in confirms it. Clean and well stocked. even the bathrooms!

You walk out of the gas station with with a couple drinks and somewhat nutritious food. Sky filled with the fire of a sunset catching your attention. Why do they always look better in parking lots? Something is off when you wander back to Optimus. The avatar leaning against the side of it, arms crossed and smiling. Its the same boxy Cab over engine you've been sitting in for hours. Same red paint. But something just feels off.

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[cyberrose2001]

RID 15 verse. A shy girl (around Sideswipes age in Earth years) has a MASSIVE crush on Sideswipe since he saved her from a kidnapping attempt. She's a delicate, princess-like (in a good way, she grew up rather sheltered) human whose fashion and aesthetic is pastel/cute core and wants to explore outside of her overprotective elder sister's (BB's future s/o) limits, and empathizes with Sideswipe due to that. Sideswipe really likes her too but doesn't think she'd want someone like him for obvious reasons but doesn't realize that they are both pining for each other(No official confessions yet!)

She's inspired to be more assertive and bolder thanks to him and he tries to slow down (a LITTLE.) for her. They go on joyrides together and she just absolutely has the time of her life every time!

Can the scenario just be them just going on one of said joyrides together in the quarry and they're bonding? (SFW pls!)

TF:RID 15 Sideswipe x human!fem!reader

for some reason I had 'The Night Is Still Young' by Nicki Minaj in my head while I wrote this, and it kinda suits tbh

anyway, sorry for the long wait! my first time writing for Sideswipe too, and I hope I did your request some justice

Warnings: None, sfw, small mention of mild past trauma

Word count: 1,187

"Woohoo!" You giggle in delight, sticking your head out the window as Sideswipe zooms around the quarry, kicking up plumes of dust behind him. The echo of his engine and his chuckles reverbing off the cliffs above you.

It was just the two of you, and you prefer it that way. No overprotective sister, no one nagging in your ear constantly, and most importantly, no limits. The only limit is how hard Sideswipe can put his accelerator on the floor, which you've learned is never enough.

"You better hold onto something, Y/n-" Sideswipes Autobot symbol lights up on his steering wheel before it jolts to the side, and he slams on the brakes.

He drifts near a wall, nearly throwing you onto the other side of his cab if it weren't for the seatbelt that fits too snuggly around your waist. You laugh in delight; a real belly laugh as your hands grip his dashboard as he proceeds to do doughnuts.

"Heheh," Sideswipe's laugh trails off, his engine humming softly, "How's that for a joyride, huh?"

Sideswipe chuckles with you, spinning around and around as much as his momentum can spin him, listening to your giggles and eyeing the toothy grin on your face. He eventually comes to a stop, his spark growing warm at the pure happiness you exude. How happy he makes you.

You giggle breathlessly, a hand running through your wind-swept hair as the adrenaline dissipates from you.

"Yeah, whew! That was so much fun!" You brush your white plaid skirt out, ironing the kinks with your hands once you brush your hair back in place.

"Yeah?" Sideswipe teases, revving his engine a little, "We gotta do this more often, Princess."

A slight blush graces your face at his pet name for you, turning your face away so he doesn't see.

The thing is, you've had a relatively large crush on the red speedster for a long time. The nickname 'Princess' was a name he had jokingly given you when he had unexpectedly saved you from getting snatched up by some random gang in Crown City, and you were definitely not strong enough to fight them off.

Though you were scared for your life at that moment, the least scariest part of that night was when the giant robot swooped in to scare them off. A knight in metallic armour, unironically. Since then, even after he had offered you and your (against her better judgment) older sister a place for protection under secrecy from the rest of the world, the nickname stuck.

Though, you don't know if it's because he likes to tease, or if it's because he likes you. He couldn't possibly want a human that way, could he? A question you have stewed on for a long time and always think about in the most inappropriate moments to be in your thoughts. Like right now.

"Hey, you alright, Princess? Didn't scare you too much, did I?" Sideswipe drags you from your thoughts, and he watches as you blink a few times, returning to the present.

"Yeah, I'm alright." You bite your lip softly, your fingers playing with the cuffs of your oversized pastel pink hoodie, "Just...thinking."

Sideswipe eyes of your fidgeting, a telling sign from you that you're nervous or getting a bit too shy. A quality that he finds exceedingly adorable in you, but he keeps it to himself to avoid crossing your boundaries. He sneakily gazes at you with his rearview mirror, taking in the soft red hue on your cheeks, how your hair falls on your shoulders like a waterfall, and how you bite your lip.

He also can't help but admire you and your cute outfits; he thinks it makes you unique. However, he wishes that you weren't so bound by your older sister, who he thinks can be a pain in the glute servos sometimes. To see you be able to be yourself around him, even just a little bit, makes his spark sing.

He realises he's staring a bit too much, not to mention the silence that falls upon both of you, and he clears his vocaliser.

"About what? If that's okay with you, of course." Sideswipe speaks up, his curiosity getting the better, always wondering what goes on in that little head of yours.

"Just," You blush a little more, either out of shyness or because you can feel his staring, "Just about how we met... do you remember?"

"Are you kidding?" Sideswipe chuckles softly, the warm vibrations sweeping through you, "How could I forget!"

In what seems like two seconds, Sideswipe transforms. Hydraulics and mechanics whirring around you until you sit on his palm, "How I scared off those humans to save you? It was pretty awesome if I say so myself." He poses heroically.

After you had controlled your dizzyness from being thrown around a little, though you're pretty used to it now, you arch a brow at him. Not entirely impressed with his display but secretly amused.

Sideswipe peers an optic down at you before he sheepishly brings you closer to his face, "Sorry, I understand that night wasn't a good memory for you," He brings his other servo to rub the back of his helm.

You nod your head, "It's okay," A hand rubs at your arm, "You're not wrong... but..."

"But what?" Sideswipe tilts his helm at you, an action which you find pretty endearing.

"I... uh... got to meet you, at least." You smile softly at him, your heart beating a little when you feel his thumb press against your back.

The red speedster can't hide the soft hue of blue that forms on his faceplates, not when you're so close to his face.

"Yeah? Well," He smiles at you warmly, bringing a digit to ruffle your hair a little, "Every princess needs her prince, hm?"

"Hey-" You giggle softly, batting away his digit self-consciously, "You'll mess up my hair again."

"Good," Sideswipes spark warms as he watches you giggle, "I like it. It suits you better."

You blush softly at his comment, knowing how much you like maintaining your neat appearance. But if you're completely honest with yourself, you don't mind if Sideswipe messes it up a little.

"C'mon, the night's still young," He sets you down on the ground, letting you get your balance before pulling away, "How 'bouts we walk back to the junkyard?"

"Sideswipe? Not driving? Unheard of." You tease, putting your hands in your hoodie pockets.

"There's no hurry, not while I'm with you at least." Sideswipe chuckles, keeping a watchful eye on you as he walks by your side, "We can take our time, Princess."

Your eyes widen softly at his statement, wondering if there was a double meaning layered over his words. You nod, looking down to the ground as you walk alongside him, smiling as you feel your face heat up at the nickname again, "Yeah... we can take our time."

Sideswipe smiles before leaning down to place a hand on your shoulder, "Also, let's not tell your sister that I let you stick your head out my window, yeah?"

[still-not-over-transformers]

hi! could you do i mirage x fem bot where she's kinda got the build of a mech and is super self conscious about it. and when noah and elena meet her they think she's a mech and she gets upset and they've got no clue whats going on but mirage does and he comforts her? sorry if this doesn't make sense 🫶

Just the Way You Are

ROTB Mirage x Femme Autobot Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1300

You had heard much about the Autobots’ human allies. As you waited patiently inside a warehouse which was the current hideout for Optimus Prime and the Autobots, you couldn’t help but feel excited. You had never directly interacted with humans during your short time on Earth, and you were looking forward to finally meeting them. Shortly after the Transwarp key had sent its beacon into the cosmos, you had followed its signal in your ship to Earth. This is where you would come to join up with the Autobots and make this planet your temporary new home. 

As for your new comrades, you found them to be welcoming but you got along with some better than others. Of course you regarded Optimus with the utmost respect, but he wasn’t much for conversation and you didn’t want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of him. Arcee was informative and kind; Bumblebee was quirky and fun; but Mirage definitely made you feel far more comfortable. Actually, he made you laugh quite a bit, and despite Mirage’s antics often butting heads with Optimus, you couldn’t help but want to spend more time with him. Besides, he was highly in-tune with human culture and close friends with their human companions. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the familiar rev of Mirage’s engine, causing you to transform from your vehicle mode into your Cybertronian form. In usual Mirage-fashion, the mech peeled into the warehouse in his Porsche vehicle mode before halting to a sudden stop. You couldn’t help but roll your optics slightly, thinking to yourself Always with the dramatic entrance. 

As Mirage parked, both the driver’s side and passenger doors opened, allowing two humans to emerge. Once his cab was empty, Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and stretched his limbs. As he glanced around, Mirage’s optics focused on you, “Hey, Y/N! Ready to meet my friends?” His tone was upbeat and full of excitement as he beamed with eagerness. You took a few steps forward before focusing your gaze towards the two small human figures standing before you. “I’m glad to meet your acquaintance. I am Y/N,” you lower your frame slightly, trying to decrease the height difference as much as you can. 

Mirage steps in to introduce everyone, “Y/N, this is my boi, Noah, and the badass Elena.” Both Noah and Elena smile up at you, with Noah stepping forward to address you, “Y/N, it’s an honor to meet you. It’s great to have another Autobot on the team. Maybe Mirage, you, and me can head out on the town afterwards. Just the three of us guys hanging out.” Before you can fully process Noah’s words, Elena chimes in, “It’s nice to have you joining us, Y/N. Hopefully Mirage and Noah don’t rub off on you too much. Honestly, we don’t need too many boys misbehaving after all.” 

You pause briefly, taking in what you just heard, Do they think I’m a… mech? You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself, attempting to force your emotions to the back of your mind. As much as you tried, you couldn’t stop the surge of emotions that would ultimately bubble to the surface. You were aware that your frame build wasn’t as feminine as a bot such as Arcee. That you were built thicker and more muscular than the average femme on Cybertron, a fact that had plagued you even before the war, as many a mech would make a jab at your more masculine appearance and voice. It all would become too much, and your body language betrayed your thoughts and feelings. 

Noah and Elena watched you in confusion, unsure of what was bothering you. Noah stepped forward to speak, “Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Was it something we said?” 

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you turned suddenly and glared down at 

Noah and Elena. “Yes it was something you said! It’s something that everyone, human or Cybertronian, apparently has to point out!” Your words came out in a tone of both anger and agony. You would swiftly turn away and transform into your alt mode, before driving out of the warehouse, your destination: anywhere but here. 

Both Noah and Elena are left speechless and with a sense of guilt, although they had no idea why. Mirage looked down at the two of them and gestured to Noah, “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.” He quickly shuffled away from them both, transforming into his vehicle mode then driving off in pursuit of Y/N. After a short drive, Mirage follows your trail to a secluded and abandoned lighthouse on the edge of the bay. Mirage had been here before and knew this was usually where you went to relax or calm down after a hard day. Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and walked around the exterior of the lighthouse, finding you sitting down, your back leaned against the building. He notices your dour demeanor and softly speaks, “Hey… Y/N, are you feeling alright?”

Although you weren’t expecting Mirage to follow you after your outburst, you weren’t surprised as he was Mirage after all. You kept your gaze averted from Mirage, “...I could be better…”

 Mirage tries to keep a positive attitude and sits beside you, scooching closer to you, “I’m really sorry for Noah and Elena… I promise you they didn’t mean to offend you. Even humans can make mistakes and I’ll let them know what’s up.” His optics are locked onto you, his expression soft but clearly full of concern. 

“I’m sorry if I overreacted, but… it’s not just them, it’s just… everything and it’s hard not to be affected by it.” Your entire life you had to struggle with your appearance and how so many Cybertronians mistook your gender. You always tried to ignore and deny how this made you feel, but there was only so much you could handle. Despite having known him for a short time, Mirage had always tried to make you feel better in his own quirky way. You always laughed at his jokes and you were always down to join him on patrols or occasionally risk a lecture from Prime after breaking curfew. Primus forbid anyone should know you had developed a crush on him, although you never thought you had a chance with someone like him. 

Sensing your distress, Mirage shifts towards you and places a servo on your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m gonna be honest with you. You’re cute as hell and I think you are one of the finest femmes in the universe.” He flashes a brief smirk before his expression changes to be softer and more vulnerable. Mirage begins to go off on details about your personality and how he finds your mannerisms absolutely adorable. But this mech isn’t done yet. “Don’t get me started on how a chick who could bench me is beyond hot as slag. And don’t get me started on what’s ‘feminine.’ Cause what even defines that? Tall, short, skinny, built, thick, all the same to me.” He fires off a shameless wink towards you before clearing his throat and re-focusing, “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner, but I really like you. As in… ‘like you’ like you. But… I understand if you don’t feel the sam–”

Before Mirage can finish his sentence, you wrap your arms around him and pull him close, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Catching yourself, you quickly pull away embarrassed, “...I-i’m sorry…! I don’t know what came over me—” You are in-turn surprised as Mirage brings you close once more and kisses you, 

As his lips slowly pull away, Mirage smirks to you, “I one-million percent feel the same.” 

END

[churino]

Design for orion pax

Countdown to me watching tf one in three days! The assassination attempt left him sick and dying, lol. He combines with the rest of the firetruck to become op, but the cab is able to function independently in theory but not in practice

Orion was the first one of his friends to awaken after being rebuilt, as he was the main target of the assasination attempt he got hit with the worst of it, his condition is a complex one, his spark itself is unstable, if he remains in his smaller form for too long he dies

within a suit of life sustaining armor he can survive indefinetly, but requires constant attention to keep the suit running smoothly, he can leave the suit to operate more powerful ones but he must return to it after a few minutes to keep on living

Within his suit, he's initially renamed optimus maximus, cus he's a very optimistic guy. After awakening, he worried for the wereabouts of the "minicons" that delivered him and his friends to safely. As they disappeared without saying a word. Leaving him only with a data pack, retelling their adventures on a planet called. "Earth"

After a long time without his friends waking up, a distress signal would reach the autobots coming from that same planet, and optimus would be the first to awnser, assembling a special rescue team to aid him

However, they would be intercepted by a band of decepticons that call themselves the "thunder mayhem attack squad" and crash land on earth, sleeping for milions of years their fellow autobots on the ark floating in space thought them to be dead.

[metalmusingmoments]

@lonelycupcakelol bare with me lol

Bayverse Optimus prime x Human reader.

Takes place during the forth movie where reader and Optimus reunite after each of them went into hiding.

Xxxx

The aftermath of Chicago had left a bitter taste on the human race. The Autobots had defeated the Decepticons but at the cost of thousands of lives and a city. That��s how the world saw it anyway.

The government was quick to react and NEST was disbanded. Only a select few would remain to act as liaisons. Any known human collaborators would be put on house arrest and Autobots would be restricted to a remote base in Nevada.

A year and a half after the battle, the Whitwicky family broke probation and couldn’t be found. Sam, his wife and new born son had escaped. The government was quick to pin it on Bumblebee but he and every other bot had been confined to the base. Y/N never saw Sam again.

When Lennox started to become distant Y/N began to worry. Acting as one of the liaisons between the Autobots and the government constant contact was a necessity, and above that they were friends. Or so Y/N thought.

The last conversation Y/N had with Lennox he had told them he “had to put his family first”. His last attempt to give them all a warning. An hour later the President declared all Cybertronians a threat to the world and the base descended into chaos.

Optimus had given orders to just get out and to keep contact to a minimum. Y/N had refused to leave his side and so you left together. That was two years ago.

At a truck stop somewhere in Tennessee you hastily stuffed your bag back full of your belongings. Grateful for the shower but wary of the time, you made your way back to Optimus. He was sporting a simple red and blue paint job without his traditional flames.

As you climbed back into the cab you stuffed your bag into the back and pulled out a map.

“We’ll have to get off 75 soon. We can’t go through Knoxville… I’m worried they’ll have sensors outside the city that could break through the shields.”

He didn’t respond as he watched you flip your map over and then back over again in frustration.

“Maybe we should backtrack and get on 27 then 40. Should we go south or north again?” You asked more to yourself.

“Y/N you cannot ignore this conversation” his deep voice filled the cabin.

“I heard you the first time and the answer is still no. I’m not leaving.” You refused to look into rear view mirror as you tried to figure out the next move. “Alright. We back track and hit 27 then we can figure out if we want to take 40” folding up the map you placed it back in your bag and reached for the seatbelt. It didn’t budge.

“Optimus” you pleaded as you tried pulling the seatbelt again.

“No.” The finality of that one word made you feel hollow. “The attack we suffered on the road last week was the end of this. I can not keep you safe…” he whispered

“And you think I‘ll be safer without you!” you snapped “I’ll end up just like Sam and-“

“We don’t know what happened to him and his family. They could be-“

“He’s dead Optimus!” you screeched “Cemetery Wind wants all of us dead and you want me to just fuck off to some remote cabin!? They’ll find me there and us separating will have been for nothing! Why are you doing this!?” You sobbed.

“Because I do not know what else to do!” His angered shout had you sinking into the seat. In all the time you had been together you had never once seen him raise his voice, and now it was at you. “They are more concerned with finding me. You will go to this location and you will stay there. If you believe it’s been compromised you will go to the next location I’ve chosen” he threw himself into reverse and started heading south. “They will not think to look for you on city outskirts.”

“I’m not your soldier” you hissed back through your tears.

“No…no you are not” he said quietly as they drove.

You rode in silence as the sky began to darken. Optimus soon pulled over onto the shoulder and parked.

“You need to head west into these woods for about a mile. You will find the location marked on this map.” The glove box popped open with a manila envelope. “They keys are in there as well as an Identification card and currency.”

“You’ve had this planned” you breathed taking the envelope in a shaky hand.

“…Yes” the admission sounded like he was in physical pain as he opened the door.

“I don’t want to leave you. I love you” the tears were now streaming down your face again as grabbed your bags.

“I know… I know as I love you, but this is not forever” he soothed. “Once it is safe I will come back for you and if your are not here I will find you. I promise you that.”

You slid out of the seat onto the ground and closed the door softly pressing your head against the door.

“Please” you tried in one last vain attempt.

“My spark… you must go.”

You pushed away from the door letting your hand rest there for a second longer as you stared at Optimus for what could be the last time.

With a sharp inhale you hiked your bags further up onto your shoulders and turned to hike up the steep incline into the woods.

When you could no longer see the road you heard the roar of his engine take off.

Xxxx

Optimus would send status updates to you and the other bots as often as he could through the secure channels.

Three months after arriving at your new home they had stopped.

Xxxx

3 years and 5 impromptu make shift homes later you found yourself in Wyoming of all places.

You had to ditch the planned route of homes Optimus had given you after you had shown up to the second one already turned upside down in a search. Destroying the small radio you had used to keep tabs on the other Autobots had been one of the most difficult decisions you had had to make over the past 3 years.

You had secluded yourself in a tiny off grid cabin with no internet or tv on a lake in the hopes that Optimus would indeed find you like he promised.

Working in your small garden you heard the sound of car engine. Not impossible for someone to be driving by but also highly unusual. You darted back into your house to grab your rifle and hid along the wall.

You couldn’t see where the car was but someone was getting out and skipping up the stairs onto your porch.

Clicking off the safety you waited.

A knock followed by a man’s voice.

“Hello? Uh… is there a Y/N L/N here? Hello!?” He pounded on the door this time.

Slowly you slid your way over to the front door placing your hand on the door knob and quickly throwing it open. You pointed the rifle into the man’s face.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! What the hell man!?” The guy shouted as he stumbled back on the porch. You only advanced.

“Who the hell are you?” Voice hoarse from disuse.

“Cade! My names Cade Yeager! Bee said you would be friendly! Get that gun outta my face!” He said swatting aimlessly.

Moving your eyes behind the man you saw the the yellow camaro begin to shift as you let out a strangled gasp dropping your gun.

You pushed past Cade as you ran down the steps to Bumblebee’s kneeling form arms outstretched.

A/N/ - part 2 tomorrow it’s 2am 😭 I do head cannon that at-least Sam got whacked between 3-4. Cemetery wind was out for blood… also I’m making the reunion movie 5 cause Optimus had no time for nothing in 4 and you’ll see why in part 2😘