#transformers: robots who can drive

[theflameisgonee]

me, wiping excess t gel off on my amalgamous prime tattoo: you know this appropriate considering it's kind of your fault anyway

[theflameisgonee]

Dominus Ambus/Tarantulas/Red Alert

Three Subs Try to Force Each Other to Dom

[thefudge]

Advice for writing smut???

gonna do bullet-points of things i tend to live by when it comes to smut (this is just my opinion):

don't switch styles: the way you write the smut has to be consistent with the way you write the rest of the story, so if your story is more comedic or romcom-y in nature, the way you write the smut should have those stylings. i personally find it very jarring when authors decide to break the format for the smut, almost like the story has to stop for the sex intermission; if you're writing a horror story, the smut must be informed and influenced by that genre, and if you are breaking genre for the smut portion, tell us why you're suddenly switching gears (it has to be an aesthetic choice you're making on purpose). likewise, if your style in that story is more lyrical, the smut has to be somewhat lyrical too, or if your story is more cormac mccarthy-esque-cut-and-dry, the smut can't suddenly involve an effluvia of purple, sappy prose. integrating the smut in the story and treating it like any other part of the story is key to me. too often i've seen ppl switch to this anonymous pornified style when they get to the smut

which brings me to specificity. i'll talk about het sex, since that's what i tend to write most: not all men are going to be fingering or eating pussy the same way, not all dicks are big and they shouldn't be, not all women immediately get excited by fingering, not everyone moans the same way or makes the same sounds. you're writing about particular characters so it has to be particular to them. i know this is very old advice, but i think it bears repeating

there isn't an exact formula or sequence you have to follow, there aren't precise steps, you don't have to go "well, first he has to kiss down her neck, then reach the boob area, then play with the nipples, then put the nipple in his mouth, then slowly go down on her, then prepare her for entering her etc. etc. etc." this can get boring and repetitive and you start thinking of your characters as these mechanical dolls who have to fuck for your audience. and that can be a vibe too, if you do it on purpose. but sometimes you can get stuck in a porn routine (and ofc, having only the guy show initiative can also get boring)

in order to break that, insert some character moments. what are the characters thinking during this? sometimes they might be thinking of something completely unrelated on the surface, but which has a thematic relevance that can make the scene hotter. likewise, maybe they're doing smth that seems unsexy on the surface, but which, within the context of the story might be really hot. sex doesn't just involve, well, sex, but so much weirdness and humanity and creativity. two bodies (usually) are trying to do this really awkward thing together and they might have a lot of baggage and history to inform it. there's a lot you can do with that.

don't make it glossy and clean, where everyone smells of strawberry shampoo and there is never anything out of sync. the most boring smut tends to be the kind where no one makes any mistakes and everything is super efficient. i imagine it feels like using an industrial pump to milk various farm animals.

and you know what? you can make that hot too. you CAN write a kind of robotic efficient smut and make it really interesting based on the context. let's say you're writing a 1984 AU fic where ppl are forced into intimacy only to procreate and their sex drive is diminished. you can play with that premise and lean into the dehumanizing industrialization of sex, but you have to mean it, aka your narratorial voice must be conscious of these factors.

if you're writing dubcon, make the dubious part present, make sure you draw out the ambivalence and ambiguity. if you're writing noncon, the character whose consent is being violated has to be transformed by this in some way. it can be forced pleasure, for instance, but not only. it has to be a journey for them too, some kind of spiritual pit, or a form of access to terrible knowledge. i know this is a personal thing, but noncon doesn't work for me if the character being noncon'd is just sort of *there*, suffering passively. i think that sort of dead passivity can be done very well too, but the narratorial voice has to persuade me.

that being said, don't be afraid of fear in consensual sex. terror and vulnerability are a part of consensual sex too, imo, and again, depending on the story and the characters, there's a lot you can explore there

i personally find it really hot when the narratorial voice starts discussing some of the ideas that the story wants to convey during the smut. so like, you can characterize person A and outline their worldview and their plans while they're ramming person B, and the thinking & fucking are thus entwined. idk, i dig that

speaking of which, smut can convey world-building details and social/philosophical ideas, not just emotions and character beats

not all smut has to end with mutual orgasm or even one-sided orgasm, it depends what you want to do or where you want to go. again, you don't have to follow a sequence. plus, it's fun (and hot) to write about frustration and failure too.

if you want to mix up the descriptions, resort to the story & characters. you'll find it's easier to describe someone fondling a boob in a new or at least interesting way if you're thinking about that particular character in that particular story, and not just Man X from planet porn (sorry to be snarky, but mainstream erotica is soooo guilty of this)

screaming & really intense reactions are cool but they have to match the characters and the situations

sometimes, it's hotter if an effect is mild or negated, if the usual outcome doesn't happen; mix up the order of events, toy with the usual reactions. it's not about being original, it's about finding out what works for your characters. writing about sex is, in a way, a performance of it, an attempt to go through the sexual motions, to find out what works and doesn't, to engage with the erotics of text (roland barthes entered the chat)

if you are bored by your own smut, that's a problem. i know we all talk about how hard we find writing smut, and IT IS hard, and sometimes it's not enjoyable, because writing itself is often not enjoyable, but even when it's painful and annoying, it gives you that little intellectual kick like "huh, i'm creating this and making these people do this, and ohh look, i can maybe put this unnamable thing into words". but if you become bored, that's a sign you have to look at the language & characters and figure out what's not working for you

last thing i'll underline: pay attention to your narratorial voice. in this ordeal, you are the seducer. not the characters. you have to seduce us with words and context. your voice matters the most. you can persuade us of anything. but you have to be confident in your weirdness and particularity. this is your bedroom (so to speak), so invite us in.

[muletia]

Hmm, you and your Autobot boyfriend who lives in your garage. You’re both trying to make sure the government, your neighbors, friends, and family don’t find out that your car is actually an alien robot, but you’re terrible at it because your boyfriend is completely obsessed with you.

He’s so lovey-dovey that after dropping you off at work, he’ll whimper for you to kiss and stroke his hood because “it brings him luck.” Sometimes, he’ll wait outside your workplace for hours just so he can personally drive you home. And when you finally get back, he just can’t stop himself from transforming after you leave his alt mode. Before even rolling into the garage, he’s already scooping you into his arms and covering you in kisses because he missed you so much. Your neighbors complain about loud engine revving and honking at 2 AM.

One time, someone tried to give you their number on the street, and your boyfriend nearly ruptured your eardrums with a jealous roar from his engine (he forgot to turn on his holoform).

The only reason no one suspects a thing is pure dumb luck and Primus’ divine blessing

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Imagine this ✋😌🤚 (Transformers Prime Wise) everyone is in the base chilling and the kids randomly start talking about who’s the most attractive of the bots (based on whatever random criteria list Miko made). while they are all going on about why their personal bot would definitely be popular they start arguing and suddenly call out to reader (who has been minding their business on the couch distracted reading a book or something) and asks them which autobot is most attractive, reader instinctively and with absolutely no hesitation blurts out the bot thats been on their mind for a while nonchalantly acting as if they didn’t pretty much confess their attraction and said bot definitely heard them. (I would love Ratchet or bulkhead, or bumblebee whichever one is easier to write for)(loved your Rodimus fic btw it was so cute 10/10) sorry this request was so long, it’s completely fine if you don’t wanna write this 😭

No need to apologize!! I'm so glad you liked the Rodimus one, it got rewritten like four times XP I still need to catch up on TFP, but I'm a little more familiar with Ratchet from it. I hope you enjoy!

Ratchet was too busy working to pay attention to what the humans were up to. This part had been busted for a week and he needed it for his next project. The talk was nothing but an annoying buzz in the background, occasionally becoming loud enough for him to huff or grunt to try and get them to quiet down.

Something about who the most attractive bot was. How childish! the criteria listed by Miko wasn't anywhere near Cybertronian beauty standards. What did a human know about biolights and kibble? The angular chassis of a tank compared to the smooth curves of a racer frame? This kids would make their observations and laugh, especially when Decepticons were the topic. Prime was called a "daddy" and Bee had "Puppy energy".

"What about you, Y/N?"

Ratchet listens a little closer, but still keeps his focus on his work. You weren't a child, and had a decent processor in that head of yours. You might have some sense not to play this stupid game.

"Ratchet."

Hwat?

Ratchet almost drops his tools in surprise. You, the only human he thought had some sense think he's attractive. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees that you had been just as busy as him when the questioning started. Sat on the couch with your book, looking around, stumbling over yourself to explain. He caught some of it: intelligent, skilled. Handsome for a robot.

Miko seemed to spearhead the grilling despite being the one to start the whole thing.

When you glance in Ratchet's direction, he sees your eyes widen and how quickly you look down when they meet his optics. Shame? Embarrassment? It doesn't sit right to see you teased. Just because you can appreciate an older bot.

"What's so funny?" Ratchet scoffs, "at least one of your kind has some taste." He turns away from the console and over to the platform. Bee chirps and nudges him before getting shoved away by the doctor. "Isn't it time you all leave?"

He leans close, glaring at the kids. Miko tries snarking back about the weekend but Raf mentions a movie playing. Bee volunteers to take them home, perfect excuse for him to go to the drive in.

Wheeljack heads out with them, raising an optic ridge at the medic as he passes by. It's just the two of you left. Ratchet shift, glancing back at you. You don't look at him, sitting back on the couch with your book. Body tense and heated. Trying to look casual and relaxed and clearly anything but.

He vents out and looks back at his project, then at you again. "So... got a thing for old bots huh?"

You hunch down, gripping your book tighter. "Ratchet, I-"

"You uh… sticking around?" He interrupts, "I could use some help."

You peek up over your book. Ratchet had you help a couple times, small hands being able to reach places. And again, being the only human in this base that he thinks has a lick of sense.

"Sure... Yeah..." You put the book down and smile.

Ratchet smiles back, offering his servo for you to climb on.

[zeropro]

How long have they been away from Cybertron, and is the planet alright or a hustle world?

I think at some point I'm gonna make a post with all my AU content in chronological order, but for now you can just have my notes on the timeline.

(check tags for the tldr on the ask)

Here’s the current timeline so far…

Long ass time ago BCE

The first Cybertronian Golden Age

Luna 1 disappears

Paradise era, Knights of Cybertron leave

Cybertronian Dark Age (The Age of Barbarism)

Rise of the thirteen

Cyberutopia is created somewhere

Onyx Prime (who is NOT Shockwave in this AU) attempts a colonialism

The Dead Universe and Unicron are created

Caminus, Velocitron, and other planets are colonized by Titans

Megatrous kills Solus Prime with the Star Saber

First civil war

During experimentation into gestalt technology, five beastformers are made into the first successful Combiner team: the Predacons

After the war, Nova Prime ushers in the Second Golden Age and resets the calendar

5.7 million BCE

“Functionist sentiment becomes an institution of society overseen by the Functionist Council, with robots expected to stick to a single job determined by their alt modes.” -tfwiki

Nova Prime enacts “The Expansion,” for which the first wave of cold constructed Cybertronians are brought online

Megatron (1st cycle 012) and Orion Pax are born under Functionalism. Megatron is one of the first cold constructed mechs.

The Constructicons are created

Nova Prime disappears into the dead universe and Nominus Prime takes leadership under a new corrupt senate. Expansion is put on hold

Megatron works as a miner in Tarn (demolition=menial labor class) Megs wanted to be a medic but quickly gives up on that dream

Orion Pax works as a dock worker in Iacon (truck=transport class) OP wanted to be an archivist and is able to work his way up to it due to having access to greater social mobility

Cybertron experiences no shortage of violence: civil wars, riots, off-world campaigns, and alien invasions continue to happen sporadically throughout its history. Wanting to bolster Cybertron’s airforce, a new style of war-frame is designed and mass produced. These cold constructed jets received the classification: Seekers (after their intended function: seek and destroy)

Skywarp is born (6th cycle 023) as a first generation Seeker and was immediately sent to the military. He is then at some point reassigned to spec ops due to his powerful outlier ability.

Seekers offline too easily so the next few waves of Seekers are sent to the Cybertronian War Academy for training before joining the military

Skywarp is sent to Praxus and subjected to intensive study. Space bridge and quantum based hyper-drive technology will later see great advancements thanks to his contributions to science

Thundercracker is brought online as one of the last batch of Seekers (24th cycle 124). By then the Cybertronian War Academy roster was too full so he was given the (limited) option to pick his vocation. He chose to work as a courier in Vos.

“Those who were constructed cold face institutionalized apartheid; although this eventually ends due to mounting public pressure, including mass protests and marches. However, intrinsic prejudice against constructed cold Transformers persists in among a sizable percentage of the population.” -tfwiki

Megatron and pax become friends while advocating against cold construct apartheid and functionalism. Pax considered Megatron like a brother to him but Megatron always felt distanced by their class divide

Scientists have been pulling sparks out of the Matrix faster than frames can be constructed for them. Sparks without ready frames will be “frozen” for future use

The Matrix "runs dry" (is replaced by a fake) and cold construction as a common method of creation stops entirely

The Senate’s evil science division, the Institute, establishes Shadowplay and Empurata as common practices

The energy crisis forces a planet-wide rationing of resources

Cryak commissions a Seeker frame to be constructed and has a thawed spark placed in it. Starscream is born (22nd cycle 415).

5 million BCE

Starscream escapes

Thundercracker finds Starscream

4.5 million BCE

Due to the energy crisis, tension is high between city-states. The Senate establish the sport of Gladiatorial games to try and mitigate the animosity. These games are held in Kaon and become very popular

Starscream defies Functionalism by pursuing many different jobs. Whenever he would get in trouble or fall on hard times he’d turn to Thundercracker for help

Orion Pax encourages Megatron to publish his political writings

Orion Pax joins the police force

The first appearance of the pacifist grassroots movement calling themselves Decepticons. Their ideology is based on Megatron’s first published treatise

Megatron is caught in a bar fight and is wrongfully arrested. Whirl beats him up in jail, changing Megatron’s perspective on violence

Megatron loses his job due to automation and signs up to be a gladiator

Starscream goes to college (not really, I just like to call the period of time where he went to work as a Scientist in Iacon "college" cuz it's funny XD) and meets Skyfire. The two become close

Senator Protius promises to make the Decepticons a real political party by way of census. In truth he just wanted a list of names so they can shadowplay all the Decepticons. Skyfire almost signs on but Starscream convinces him not to

Megatron continues to publish his writings while gaining fame as a gladiator. The Decepticon movement takes a shift from pacifism towards terrorism

Skywarp likes watching the gladiator fights whenever they are assigned to patrol the events  

The gladiator Ravage finds a discarded Soundwave struggling to deal with his telepathic powers and takes him under his wing

Skywarp plays a prank on the government

Starscream and Skyfire go off-world on an expedition, intending to travel to the Sol system and back (they're gone for about 40 turns on the Cybertronian calendar, or approximately 50,000 Earth years)

The Senate discover Nominus’ matrix is a fake and have him secretly killed

The Senate enacts the Clampdown

Thundercracker loses his job and is forced to join the military

4.3 million BCE

Senator Shockwave gets shadowplayed

Sentinel Prime takes leadership

The Decepticons begin secretly forming an army under Megatron

Orion Pax and Megatron break up

Starscream returns to Cybertron without Skyfire and is subsequently tried for Skyfire’s murder, for which he was found innocent. He is still expelled from the Academy

Starscream goes back to Vos, and crashes on Thundercracker's couch for a while

Thundercracker takes Starscream to watch a gladiator fight, which is where Starscream takes note of Megatron

Despite his reservations, Starscream joins the military in order to learn how to fight as well as gain rapport with the military Seekers

While stealing a military airship, Megatron finds Skywarp locked up in the ship's engine room and rescues him. Skywarp joins the Decepticons

Tension between Vos and Tarn is at an all time high, leading to outright civil war between the two city-states

4 million BCE

The Bombing of Vos ends the civil war

Megatron shows up to recruit Decepticons in the aftermath of the Vos-Tarn civil war. Starscream stands up and gives a speech that convinces the majority of Vos' Seeker population to join the Decepticons

Starscream joins the Decepticons

Starscream uses Skywarp to get close to Megatron

The Decepticons threaten war by launching an attack on Iacon. Starscream leads the group that levels the Academy to the ground. He doesn't feel better.

Thundercracker is deployed to help quell the Decepticon activity in Iacon. Thundercracker confronts Starscream and Starscream begs him for help. Thundercracker joins the Decepticons

Megatron is captured and almost gets shadowplayed, but escapes thanks to Starscream, Skywarp, and Soundwave

Megatron no longer thinks the current system can be changed, even with violence. Now his aim is to burn it all down and rebuild from scratch.

Starscream and Soundwave massacre the entire Senate 

Shockwave joins the Decepticons

Megatron officially declares war

Megatron defeats Sentinel Prime and Zeta Prime takes leadership

The Fall of the First Five Cities

Zeta Prime attempts a war crime, Orion Pax and Megatron team up to stop him, and then Megatron betrays Orion and leaves him to die

Orion Pax becomes Optimus Prime

The Battle of Sherma Bridge, where Optimus Prime and Megatron first clash (allegedly)

Praxus falls

Starscream becomes Air Commander. He appoints Thundercracker and Skywarp as his Wing Second and Third. The Trine is complete

Decepticons pull ahead and as a last ditch effort the Autobots thaw previously frozen sparks to construct a new army of MTOs

War happens

The Trine grow close

Megatron gets worse

3 million BCE

War continues to happen

Megatron at this point has tunnel visioned into wanting only one thing: defeating Optimus Prime

Megatron and Prime get into giant hamster balls and play WOW for several vorn. Starscream is mad about it

Starscream starts trying to take over the Decepticons and Megatron physically punishes him for it.

While on a mission, Thundercracker meets Bumblebee briefly

Skywarp accidentally sacrifices himself to protect Starscream, almost dying. Starscream is devastated to find he actually cares about this idiot

1 million BCE

The Autobots (aboard the Ark) and the Decepticons (aboard the Nemesis) leave Cybertron in search of resources

They crash on prehistoric Earth and remain in stasis for one million years

The war continues on Cybertron, lead by Shockwave and Elita1

0.9 million BCE

The Decepticons overthrow Shockwave and he flees to Luna 2

Hot Rod gathers a rag tag crew and leaves Cybertron on the Lost Light in search of Optimus Prime

The Lost Light discovers the Dead Universe and Nova Prime

Cyclonus joins the Lost Light crew

0.7 million BCE

Shockwave clones Sunstorm

The Great Shutdown: Cybertron completely runs out of energy and everyone falls into stasis

The Lost Light return to Cybertron. Upon finding everyone in stasis, they venture back into space to find a solution

1984

Reawakened on Earth, the Autobots continue to wage their battle to destroy the evil forces of the Decepticons

The Decepticons rebuild the Nemisis into the Victory and try to head back to Cybertron, but they crash into the ocean after Autobot interference

Megatron orders Shockwave to build him a space bridge while he collects energy on Earth to revive Cybertron

Megatron begins abusing Starscream

Typical G1 Cartoon shenanigans occur

Wheeljack builds the Dinobots

The Decepticons find Skyfire in the ice. Starscream tries to get Skyfire to join the Decepticons, but Skyfire refuses when Starscream proves willing to harm humans

Starscream starts to have nightmares. He stops sleeping well

1991

Shockwave completes his space bridge and visits Earth, only to find Megatron has completely lost the plot. After serving on Earth for a few years he goes back to Luna 2 with the intent on finishing his doomsday device, only to find Sunstorm has escaped. He begins migrating his lab to the Decepticon's ocean base on Earth in order to finish his work there.

Megatron obtains frozen sparks from Cybertron and builds the Stunticons. The Autobots rescue half the sparks he had brought over and create the Aerialbots

Starscream's plots to overthrow Megatron are becoming more and more unhinged. At some point he goes to Cybertron and steals some incarcerated memory components and builds the Combaticons, effectively freeing these criminals (including Swindle) from jail

Hot Rod and the Lost Light crew arrive on Earth

2008

Megatron goes too far

Thundercracker defects

2009

After the Decepticons destroyed several human cities, the Autobots finally defeat Megatron with the help of their human allies at the Battle of New York

Seeing that Megatron has fallen, Starscream declares himself the new leader, but Soundwave rescues Megatron's mostly dead body and convinces Shockwave to try and fix him

Optimus Prime dies of his injuries and Bumblebee becomes leader

Hot Rod, now going by Rodimus, leaves Earth on the Lost Light

2010

The humans are justifiably angry with the Cybertronians for destroying their world. Unable to leave the planet, the remaining Decepticons either get captured or go into hiding. 

Thundercracker watches a lot of TV and is now friends with Bumblebee

The Autobots are helping capture Decepticons on Earth

Starscream struggles to lead the Decepticons

2011

Sunstorm arrives on Earth

Starscream frees the Decepticons from human containment, but they still wont follow him

2012

The humans have rebuilt the cities that were destroyed by the Decepticons three years ago

Everyone basically living as tho the war is over

Megatron is brought back by Shockwave and immediately goes to punish Starscream for doing a poor job leading the Decepticons, even tho Starscream did his best.

Skywarp's loyalty to Megatron finally breaks apart, and he gets them out of there before Megatron turns violent, effectively defecting from the Decepticons

Starscream tries to apologize to Thundercracker in order to get his help with fighting Megatron, but Thundercracker turns him down. Starscream shoots Thundercracker in the back, much to Skywarp’s dismay

Starscream and Skywarp hide out on Earth for a bit

Megatron is trying to gather his scattered forces, specifically the combiners

Starscream and Skywarp have an argument and part ways for a bit

Starscream comes across some Decepticon activity and attacks them

Megatron shows up and begins beating Starscream to a pulp

Skywarp jumps in to save Starscream but is shot mid-warp and his warp drive destabilizes

With no other option, Starscream turns to the Autobots for help, with Skywarp in tow

Thundercracker gets a dog

And that's where we are now! Thanks so much for reading!

The current plan going forward is as follows:

1 year later (2013): Combiner Wars, which leads directly into Dark Cybertron [feat. Sunstorm] followed by the Presidential Arc, which lasts about 3-5 years ending in the Apology Comic

[niiwa-angel]

I've been dragged kicking and screaming into the Transformers Fandom so I'm going to make it everyone's problem. Imagine humans have weird but casual interactions with the Transformers.

You're a garage owner going about your day when this giant fucking robot knocks on your roof and asks if you sell tires. Apparently, there was a top secret battle between the military/Autobots and the Decepticons a few miles away and this dude got one of his tires blown out. They have more back at base but having a ruined tire is really uncomfortable so he's wondering if you have a possible replacement. And like, you do and these guys have saved the planet a few times so sure, you fetch a tire and replace his broken one while sweating balls because you do not want to upset this thing. Once you're done he just nods and thanks you and fucks off. You're a little jaded that he didn't pay but 1. He definitely doesn't have human currency and 2. He's saved your planet a few times so you can probably eat the cost of a tire.

And then the fucker turns up a few weeks later with a chunk of gold that he found in a mountain like Hey! This is valuable to humans right? And he gives you that, which is waaaayyy more than the cost of one tire but you don't know how to break a chunk of gold and he's driving off before you can ask if he wants change. That's just life sometimes.

~~~

Or! Imagine some poor impound worker freaking the fuck out when one of their impounded cars just turns into a robot, breaks off the boot, and is really pissed off about how they wound up there. And that poor fucker has to be the one to explain no overnight parking to an alien robot that is VERY upset about being dragged here. They're stomping off before the worker can explain to them that they also have to pay a fine which is probably for the best because how the fuck are you supposed to explain that?

Meanwhile, the robot is stomping off down the street muttering about how you can't even recharge on this Primus forsaken planet without some human bothering you about it. And what's the point of all those parking lots of you can't park there?

~~~

The Transformers being Awkward about human interaction and taking a lot from what they see, even if it's wrong. Bumblebee, Mirage, Jazz, and Arcee are flipping civilians the bird pretty indiscriminately while in town, which is really confusing. So when one of the military guys walks by, it gets pointed out and they explain that when they're in their car mode driving to missions, they often get flipped off by other drivers who are annoyed that they're driving so recklessly. But! They don't realize it's an insult they just think it's a greeting so they have to have a debriefing about it later. They apologize for the insult.

~~~

Everyone thought Bumblebee was the family friendly robot because he usually kept a civil tongue. But that was exclusively because what he had access too on public radio was pretty clean. With the widespread use of podcasts and streaming services, he actually curses like a sailor and it's freaky.

~~~

Somebody has one of those lawn mowing Roombas that's out doing it's fucking job when Starscream sees it from above and comes down to try and talk to it, see if it's a Decepticon. Even when he figures out it's not, he takes it anyway because it has blades so that might be useful. Meanwhile, poor dude is just in their fucking house watching their lawnmower get kidnapped without being able to do anything about it. Except call the hotline which leads to a very weird conversation.

"hey uh, so this isn't an emergency but a Decepticon just stole my lawn mower. Not sure if you can do anything about that."

"ah yes. Sorry sir, they sometimes do that. We'll try and send a replacement, what's the model?"

And then a few weeks later Optimus Prime shows up with an exact model of the one that was stolen, apologies for the inconvenience, and drives away. However, the Autobots are also fascinated by your lawnmower and so occasionally your yard is invaded by an alien robot that watches enthralled as your lawn is mowed.

~~~

Living in a cold area prevents you from seeing either Autobots or Decepticons in the winter time because it doesn't snow on Cybertron and they really don't fucking like it. Their best way of dealing with snow is to hide out in their heated lairs and just ride it out, they aren't going out in that shit.

~~~

They also hate hail so sometimes they'll hide under overpasses with bikers. It's a weird sight, a group of bikers and Mirage just hanging out under an overpass, shooting the shit, waiting for the weather to clear up.

~~~

Living near an American military base means sometimes you see the Autobots out and about. They get leave too and they like to explore. Favourite places to frequent include drive in theaters, parks, especially if they have animals, sports arenas (they can climb up on the roof and look in), and scrap yards.

~~~

Cybertronians can eat metal (we saw the robot dinosaur try eating cars in one of the Bayverse movies so I like to think all of them can do it.) so it's a frequent snack for them. They've figured out not to eat things that belong to humans but they consider the scrap yards to be fair game. If you see a giant robot ripping apart old cars to take some parts just leave it be, they're getting snacks.

If you see Rachet yelling at that same robot later, it's because processed earth metal is basically junk food and eating too much of it makes them sick. That does not stop them.

~~~

After a battle the local carwashes are pretty well filled with Autobots trying to wash the mud and gunk off themselves because apparently they can't get into the transport ships that dirty. The locals aren't sure if that's a military rule or a rule Optimus Prime implemented but it's sure fun to speculate.

[revelboo]

now you've gone and done it, I just ordered my first blokees figurine 😭

I'm still super new to the fandom, I didn't even know soundwave from shockwave 2 months ago and now here I am, eating up everything you post like a starving beast

I love all the stories, but I think my current top favorites are with Rumble, Waspinator, and Jazz 💙

The Blokees are too cute- I need to add some more to my hoard. Dragging folks into the Transformers fandom is what I live for 😁

Over It Now Pt 15

IDW Jazz x Reader

• “Aw, no smutty book today, doll?” He teases as you shoot him a scowl. Sprawled in the grass under the tree, you’re not sure how a big, alien robot manages to look so human. So relaxed. “I was looking forward to you reading all those naughty bits to me.” Using the end of a crutch to lightly tap his ped until he obligingly moves it out of your way, you huff at him. It’s hard to stay annoyed with him when he’s grinning at you, though. Especially since the expression is real and not just a pantomime.

• “Naughty bits,” you scoff, parking yourself on his ankle. “What do you know about naughty bits?” You’re laughing at him and he just flashes a tight smile back, because you have no idea and maybe it’s better that way. He likes what he has with you, likes having someone he doesn’t have to pretend with. Someone who won’t leave if they see the worst parts of him, so while he wonders about more, he’s not ready to risk it. Teasing, though? Oh, so lovely especially when he can get you flustered.

• “Oh, I know all sorts of fun things, doll.” Flashing those denta, his visor flares slightly as he reaches to walk two servos over your hip, grin widening when you lean away before he can touch your ribs and accidentally figure out you’re ticklish. Annoyed that he can slide into shameless flirt mode as easy as you breathe and that it affects you when it shouldn’t. “You’d be surprised.”

• “Uh huh,” you mutter, head tipping back and he watched your breath fog in the air. And there’s the guilt for having you out here in the cold, even if you’d come out to him on your own. “I don’t know what the smutty scenes can do for you.” Choking back a laugh, he clears his vents roughly and you look up at him, brows arched as he just shakes his head. Because he has no idea how to actually explain how much the two of you have in common or what might be possible. Flirting is one thing, but actually asking for more? Risking ruining this? Driving away the only person he doesn’t have to put up a front for? That fear keeps him from crossing that line.

• No clever comeback this time? Those warm servos slide against your spine as he just stares up through the leaves of the massive tree. Leaning back into his touch, you study his face. Wondering when he’d become so familiar to you. When you’d started looking forward to the time spent with him. As much as he frustrates you, that warmth that spills through you when he gifts you a real smile is almost enough to make your heart miss a beat. Because you’re realizing you not only have a crush on the big guy, you might be falling for him even though you know better. Know that it’s doomed from the start and can only hurt you.

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[berracids]

anything w bumblebee pls idc

AN: I love anyone that loves bumblebee so here is a Drabble I like to imagine, I had the bay ver in mind but this could work with any continuity where he doesn’t talk

AN: this could be considered a sequel to other bumblebee HC or as a standalone

Bumblebee’s yapping on mute

Warning: cussing (does that even need a warning?)

Despite Bee not having a voice to word what he wants, he is very much capable of showing it damn well too, and the mech has no problem if it includes throwing servos to prove a point

In which were most of your quarrels with him stem from, is that he is too comfortable into making people learn their lesson through a good ol’ aft whooping

Like when bumblebee spots one of your bullies’s car, he makes it his life’s mission to avenge you, even if you will reprimand him and giving him an hour long lecture on how he could’ve been caught or worse the government could take him away from you and hurt him.

But does the yellow scout yield or back out?, no, he will gut the motor from your bully’s brand new sports car, drive back to your house late at night as he taps on your window with his excited beeping and whirring and treat it like some crumbled paper ball as he plays with it with his pedes as makes sure that you are watching and cheering for him (you are not)

“Bee!, what did you just do?!” You half yelled as you didn’t want to wake up the whole block for screaming at bumblebee at how he just so casually committed vandalism, only to be met with an optic roll and an annoyed beep from him; be tried to excuse himself by playing snippets from the radio that say that he made your bully payback for throwing their sandwich at him when you two were driving casually “yes, I know you did that for me and I appreciate it, but TAKING OUT HIS MOTOR?!, I was planning to egg his car not gut it!”

As you were reprimanding the 15 feet tall robot as you continues to roll his optics and beep at you annoyed as you can feel him saying that your bully did not just disrespect you but he also dirtied his finish, and bumblebee doesn’t let anything of that sorts slide and that you should know that by now, “fine you may be right egging his car isn’t enough, maybe I would have keyed it if you didn’t act on your own!”

Bee then continues to beep and whirr for the next few minutes as you can make out most of what he is saying from his body language and the radio snippets, the scout was grateful to have a human partner like you who understood him even without the radio snippets at least not as much and making him feel heard and acknowledged

That is why bumblebee couldn’t allow anyone to wrong you, what guardian would he be if his duty isn’t protecting you like he is supposed to?, “thank you Bumblebee, I appreciate you going through all that trouble,…truly..” your gratitude reached is audio receptors making him stop in his tracks and press breaks as his blue optics look at your smiley face, he then waves his servo at you while whirring bashfully as he ‘says’ that it is nothing.

The yellow autobot’s servo reaches it’s way to you and wrapping around your torso before placing you gently on the ground as he wastes no time transforming into his vehicle mode and opening the door for you with an excited beep, wanting to go on a quick ride in the middle of the night, Bee chooses a snippet on the radio that tells you to hop in, and you do so, not having the heart to tell bumblebee that you have classes in the early morning and that you won’t be able to sleep before that,

Sleep could come any other time, as long as bumblebee isn’t doing donuts with you inside of him and making you dizzy at 4am in the morning as the sound of screeching tires rack your eardrums

⌗𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴-𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 @berracids

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Can I request headcanons for TFP Smokescreen, Knockout, and Optimus Prime reacting to his human gn s/o telling him how they found it cool whenever he transforms please?

Pairings -> Smokescreen, Knockout, Optimus Prime x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader telling them that they find it cool whenever they transform

Genre -> Fluff

Also so sorry for being less active on here because my internet was out for a whole week but I got it back and today I just came back from an exam which cooked me T-T

Smokescreen

He was proud of himself of having such a cool alt mode, like he knew what he was doing

If you were a racing person you would be fanning over his alt

Like as soon as he drives into the base with a white McLaren MP4-12C

You knew you and him were going to be very close until you got close close and then started to date

But you never seem to stop fanning over him as he transforms into his alt or robot form

Like you cant yourself, HE GORGEOUS

Smokescreen will always let you ride with him as you always wanted to ride with him

And he's glad that he has a soulmate that shares the same bond with him

He like so proud of himself

Like he has his very own soulmate that always loves when he transform and give him praise on his duty and works

He loves you and you love him equally

Knockout

Who wouldn't love him transforming into his bot or alt mode

He always slays as he transforms

no-one can tell me otherwise like seriously

Anyways, you would always tell him that you loved how he transforms either in his alt or bot mode

Which made him interested since you already had cars in your human fleshy world

But he was different

His car was more shiny and more cooler than anyone elses cars that you have seen

This man-bot would be smug about you talking about how cool he is .and that he was better than any other acr you have seen in Jasper Nevada

Like there is not much options in Jasper Nevada

But he was the one that caught your eye as soon as he caught you when you two first met

Lets just say he kept you as his very own pet and soulmate/soulspark

Optimus Prime

Since Optimus is a huge truck, I would say I love his design

Optimus would be very fascinated about you being so giggly about his truck mode

It was just a truck he would thought but then felt flushed as you ranted about how awesome his truck alt and his bot mode when he transforms is

He loves the appreciation and the comments

Like you would either be a truck person or never seen a truck in your life or something rather than that

Optimus would be pleased to know that someone loves how he transforms as he would give me vibes or being insecure of how tall and big he is compare to the others but when you came around in his life

He knew you were the one to set his spark at flames

-A<3

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A Sacred Guardian's Duty

Part 2 of A Sacred Guardian

Pairing: (platonic) Tim Bradford x fem!Cybertronian!reader

Summary: While assisting Tim and Lucy in a street racing sting, you're abducted by Decepticons. Tim challenges Optimus's leadership and learns that his experience with war won't help the Autobots... or you.

Warnings: vague TFP spoiler (Starscream related), angst, r is abducted by Decepticons, canon-typical stuff, fluff

Word Count: 6.0k+ words

A/N: Here's a list of Transformers anatomy terms!

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“Morning,” Lucy greets after roll call. “How’s… everything?”

“Everything’s fine,” Tim answers flatly. “What do you want?”

Lucy’s eyes widen in shock, and she raises her hand to her chest. “What makes you think I want something?”

“Because you’re not subtle.”

“I am very subtle,” she argues. “And I was just trying to be friendly.”

“Well, I’m your TO, not your friend.”

“Sorry,” Lucy mumbles.

Tim crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the back of the shop. Lucy shrugs one shoulder and steps toward the passenger-side door, but Tim doesn’t move.

“Fine,” she sighs. “I have a favor I wanted to ask.”

“You want to borrow my car,” Tim guesses. His brows lift when he says my, and Lucy’s shoulders drop in surprise at how easily he read her.

“I… How’d you know?”

“You didn’t ask how I was, so you weren’t trying to butter me up for anything.”

“Would she-”

 Lucy stops when Tim gestures toward his body cam. She nods once and walks away to get into the shop. It’s one thing to know about the existence of sentient robots disguised as cars. Still, it’s another to actually talk about them. Particularly when in a crowded police station or while on camera. You and your friends have a secret to keep, a war to fight, and jobs to do, so Tim and Lucy will do everything they can to help and to ensure that your identities – and your existence - remain undiscovered.

“Makes you look twice at every nice car you see, though, doesn’t it?” Lucy asks as Tim shifts the shop into drive.

“Every single one,” he agrees.

“7-Adam-100, switch to channel 3,” Nell requests over the radio.

“Copy,” Tim replies. He turns the dial, then asks, “What’ve you got for me?”

“The last three nights we’ve had consistent complaints of drag racing along Sierra Bonita Avenue north of Olympic,” Nell explains. “Calls start about 9 p.m. Sergeant Grey asked me to find a unit to post there tonight.”

Tim glances at Lucy, who nods emphatically. “We’ll take it,” Tim answers. “Any other details?”

“Several callers have mentioned a dark grey or black Ferrari, model unclear.”

“Got it. Thanks, Nell.”

“Want to check the area out first, find a place to post?” Lucy inquires.

“I do,” Tim answers distractedly. He’s been sitting at the same stop sign for over a minute without traffic blocking his route.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy asks, leaning forward to follow Tim’s eyeline.

“Don’t see many Mid-Wilshire residents park their trailers and off-road vehicles in the street,” Tim says, pointing to an unhitched trailer.

“Maybe they’re leaving with it soon.”

“No cars in the driveway… But maybe.”

“Want me to run the plate on the trailer?” Lucy offers.

“No, no reason to. Let’s look for actual lawbreaking.”

“Wow. Pull that straight out of an episode of Miami Vice? Should I get you some sunglasses to push up the next time you deliver a line like that?”

“You do know I can still have you fired, right?”

“I know.”

“Whoa,” you murmur, looking up from Ratchet’s computer screen. “What happened to you?”

“You should see the other guy,” Arcee replies.

You raise your digits toward her scraped chest plate and dented mouthpiece, but don’t touch her. Shaking your head, you drop your arm and wonder what you’ve gotten into. It’s been years since you lost your way home, and every day you defend Earth, you see that the dangers don’t stop with the Decepticons. Seeing one of your own injured is never easy, but knowing Arcee was alone on patrol last night makes you feel nearly as guilty as you are concerned.

“How many?” Optimus asks.

“Just two sightings today,” Arcee answers. “I heard chatter of a race tonight.”

“Which means the Stunticons will be there,” you interject. “I think Wildrider is in town.”

“What makes you say that?” Ratchet asks, scanning Arcee’s damage.

“Somebody’s radio was manually scanning fourteen frequencies at once,” you explain. “I can’t think of anyone else with that kind of energy.”

“Racing is the reward, not the finish line,” Bumblebee quotes.

“I didn’t get a clear location,” Arcee says, understanding Bee’s question. “Somewhere near a park, but it isn’t their first race.”

Optimus looks at you, and you nod once in understanding. Being a guardian is an important duty, but it’s usually a one-way relationship. You protect someone who needs to be protected, maybe they give you friendship or help navigating earth customs, but nothing more. Your guardianship is less typical. Because Tim Bradford is a police officer, he can help in ways no one else can.

“If the police know, Soundwave will too,” you remind your team.

“I can handle Soundwave,” Ironhide assures you, pressing his servos together.

 “We’re not looking for a fight,” Optimus interrupts. “Not tonight. Let’s keep these people safe, and we’ll wage war for Cybertron when the time is right.”

“Yes, sir,” you answer with your comrades, teammates, friends.

Transforming into your alt mode, you adjust your radio to listen for Decepticon transmissions, but they’re smart. Soundwave has gotten better at disguising their conversations since you fought Barricade.

“C’mon, Wildride,” you murmur under the rev of your engine. “Where’d that hyper desire for adventure go?”

“We’ll be back,” Tim assures Wade as he and Lucy exit the station at the end of their shift.

“Where are we going?” Lucy asks. “To get dinner? Please tell me it’s to get dinner.”

“We’re going to get some intel about our street racers.”

Lucy gasps, her smile widening as she asks, “Sparks?”

“You don’t have to come.”

“Uh, yes I do!”

Tim shakes his head as Lucy climbs into the passenger seat of his truck. You sent him a text earlier – something he really wants to ask about, though he knows it isn’t the top priority – and asked him to meet you after hours at his friend’s automotive shop.

Tim pulls into the open garage bay, and Lucy is out of the truck and standing beside your pristine, shiny red alt mode Mustang body before the door begins to rattle closed.

“Thanks for coming,” you say before you transform.

Rather than standing at full height, you lower onto the garage floor and smile at Tim and Lucy. There’s still a sense of awe in their expressions when they look at you, and you’ve grown to care deeply for both of them.

“You said you had information,” Tim reminds you, slipping his hands in his pockets.

“Wait, you talk to each other?” Lucy clarifies. “How?”

“My friend Ratchet has a gift for technology,” you answer. “Figured a text would be safer than broadcasting my voice over a police scanner.”

“Probably best,” Tim agrees.

“There’s a street race happening tonight,” you begin.

“On Sierra Bonita,” Tim finishes, his brows lifting. “How do you know… Decepticons?”

“Right. There could be civilians racing, too, I have no way of knowing. There’s one ‘con, who may be there though…”

“Dangerous?” Lucy guesses.

“Incredibly. His alt mode is a Ferrari 308 GTB.”

“He’s been at the other races,” Tim interrupts. “911 callers reported a dark colored Ferrari every night for the last week.”

“Sounds like Wildrider,” you agree. “He can drive over 200 miles an hour, he’s got maneuverability and control that even I’m a little envious of, and that’s not even the worst part of it. He’s got a scattershot gun that shoots lasers a quarter mile.”

“If he does that in the middle of Mid-Wilshire, hundreds of people could be injured,” Lucy comments.

“He likes the carnage he causes driving,” you add. “There is one good part. He’s reckless, overactive, overeager, and he causes his own tires to fail constantly.”

“Even if he takes himself out of the race, he’s a liability,” Tim says. “We can’t handle a race and a laser-shooting alien.”

“Sounds like one of the bad earth movies Jazz liked,” you murmur.

“See?!” Lucy exclaims, lifting both hands toward you.

“Any idea how many cars have been racing?” you inquire.

“Three or four, based on the 911 calls,” Tim answers.

“A group that small has to be all Decepticons.”

“Who else could be there?”

“Well… Wildbreak, Dragstrip, Slashmark, and Wildrider would be my first guesses. They’re Stunticons, a sub-faction of ‘cons that can combine.”

“What kind of vehicles are they?” Lucy asks.

“Their alt modes? Wildbreak is a sports car, Dragstrip is a 6-wheeled race car – I think that’s what you’d call it, and Slashmark is a red, blue, and gray off-road vehicle.” You lower to look at Tim and Lucy before you add, “Do not cross Slashmark.”

“We have to stop these races,” Tim argues.

“You stop bad drivers!” you exclaim, standing. “These ‘cons are the drivers! They won’t hesitate to hurt you- to kill you, and you can’t stop them!”

“We have to do something,” Lucy says softly.

“Then stay out of the way and let us do our jobs.”

Tim clenches his jaw, but he understands where you’re coming from. You’re a born protector, a guardian, and you’re lashing out at them from a place of concern and care.

“Fine,” Tim agrees. “But we’ll be close. If that race starts, we’ll have to step in and stop it.”

You sigh, shifting your pedes on the concrete beneath you. “Fine. Use your spike strips and then get people out of our way.”

Tim gestures for Lucy to return to the truck, then leans against a large metal toolbox, waiting for you to calm down.

“I’m sorry,” you offer after several minutes of pacing.

“I get it,” he assures you. “But you’re putting yourself and your friends in danger by going out in public.”

“What else can we do?”

“Tell me how to get the Decepticons to reveal themselves, and we’ll call in people who can subdue them.”

You bark a laugh, then shake your head. “If your government finds out about the ‘cons, they’ll start looking for more, for us. You can’t get involved in this fight, Tim.”

Tim nods slowly. “Then we’ll keep civilians out of your way, but you’ll have to act fast.”

After transforming into your Mustang alt mode, you rev the engine and say, “Fast is kind of our thing.”

Your tires squeal, blowing black smoke behind you before you lurch out of the garage and into the Los Angeles dusk.

“What’d she say?” Lucy asks when Tim starts his truck.

“We’ve got new orders,” he answers.

Tucked between two inconspicuous cars parked alongside Sierra Bonita Avenue, Tim and Lucy wait in an unmarked cruiser.

“Heads up,” Tim alerts as a yellow Camaro drives by. “Friendly.”

“That’s two of ours, then,” Lucy muses. “Where are the others?”

“Waiting, stalling, not coming,” Tim lists. “Who knows.”

“Incoming,” someone says over the radio.

Tim looks up in time to see a large truck hauling the trailer and off-road vehicle he and Lucy saw earlier. Slashmark, he realizes now.

“Should’ve run that plate,” Lucy mumbles.

“Who’s hauling him?” Tim asks.

The vehicle backs off the trailer as the truck rolls to a stop, then pulls away without anyone the wiser to what has happened. A moment later, vehicles matching your description of Dragstrip and Wildride arrive and park beside Slashmark.

“They’ll wait until the road is clear, right?” Lucy inquires.

“Unlikely,” Tim replies. “She said Wildride likes the carnage. These are obstacles to them, a way to make the race more exciting.”

“They should’ve sent the big guy,” Lucy says. “The big guy is an Autobot, right?”

“Optimus? Yeah.”

“You met him?!” Lucy yells, causing Tim to turn away from her. “That’s so not fair!”

“I’ve met most of them,” Tim responds.

“Shut up, you’re the worst.”

“They’re doing something,” Tim alerts.

He and Lucy lean toward the dash, watching Bumblebee back slowly across the road, his hazard lights on and his horn sounding every few seconds.

“What is he doing?” Lucy murmurs.

“Drawing attention,” Tim realizes.

Cars in both north and southbound lanes begin slowing, letting the Camaro do whatever he’s doing. Some drivers blow their horns, others yell out their windows, but most sit patiently, watching in curiosity. You pull out of a small loop at the northern end of the road and approach the Decepticons where they wait by the intersection of Sierra Bonita and 8th Street.

“No race tonight, boys” you communicate. “Head out to the desert, plenty of room to run there.”

Wildride lurches toward you, but your brake lights remain steady as you stay in place.

“You’re not in charge, bot,” Slashmark seethes, his voice dripping in disdain for you and your kind.

“Maybe not, but I’m calling the shots tonight. Road’s closed.”

“Is it?” Dragstrip asks.

You don’t hear Bee’s horn turn from measured beeps to a steady honk - a warning - until you’ve been blocked in. The truck that brought Slashmark stops directly behind you. Wildride and Dragstrip pull forward to pin you in as Slashmark transforms to sit higher on his destructive wheels - the tires you demanded Tim avoid.

“If there’s no race,” Slashmark begins. “Maybe we need something else to bide our time.”

Bumblebee turns his flashers off, steers into a wide arc, and begins cutting in and out of traffic as you send a distress signal. By the time he reaches the end of the road, you’re gone, and the Decepticons are out of sight.

Sirens echo behind Bee, and he waits at the intersection for Tim to pull up beside him. Lucy exits the passenger seat and slides into Bumblebee’s driver seat.

“What happened?” she asks, running her hand over Bumblebee’s shaking steering wheel.

“Calling all Autobots,” Optimus calls over the radio. “The Decepticons have captured one of our own… Sparks has been taken.”

Lucy looks over at Tim through the rolled-down windows, their wide eyes meeting before Bumblebee turns onto 8th Street and leads Tim toward the warehouse where Optimus and the rest of the Autobots are waiting, the lights and sirens doing little to quiet Tim’s racing thoughts.

“What have you done?” Ironhide demands as Tim enters the warehouse. He left the cruiser outside, but as Bumblebee transforms to stand above Lucy, he desperately wishes you were here with them. Tim lost you, let his guardian be taken for a simple street racing sting, and if you are injured – or worse – he will never forgive himself.

“Where would they take her?” Tim asks.

“Slashmark, Wildride, Dragstrip, and Wildbreak are not your typical Cybertronians,” Ratchet explains. “They work for Megatron, but they have strong wills, they do what they want, how and when they want to do it. If he isn’t aware of the joyrides, there is no telling where they may take her.”

“And if he does know?” Arcee continues. “They’ll offer her up to their lord as a sacrifice.”

“Can’t you trace her?” Lucy asks. “She contacted Tim, shouldn’t it work the other way?”

“We can,” Ironhide answers. “It seems to me that the two of you have done more than enough.”

“It is not your fault,” Optimus soothes. “But Ironhide is right, this is not your fight. Go back to your lives.”

“She’s my guardian,” Tim argues. “I’m not leaving while she’s in trouble.”

“We will find Sparks. There is nothing you can do now but go about your life as if nothing has changed. Should we find something tonight, Ratchet will contact you.”

“Is this how you did things on your planet?” Tim questions harshly. “Push people away when things get hard?”

“No people to push away,” Arcee reminds him. “You’re a liability right now, not an asset.”

“We’re cops,” Lucy counters. “Finding people, and cars, is what we do.”

“Then look for her during your patrol tomorrow,” Ironhide grumbles. “But get out of our way tonight.”

Tim shakes his head as Lucy nods. They will listen, not because they want to or agree but because Optimus is right. There is nothing they can do in this battle they are barely beginning to understand.

“I’m sorry,” Tim offers over his shoulder.

“You and me both, kid,” Bumblebee replies.

Tim and Lucy drive away from the secluded warehouse silently, each thinking about you, the Decepticons they saw tonight, and where you could be.

“We’re going to do something, right?” Lucy asks after several miles pass in a blur.

“Of course we are. She’s saved my life more than once, and I’m not going to sit back and let her lose hers.”

“We could offer up Barricade,” Arcee suggests.

“What’s left of him, you mean,” Ratchet replies. “He’s in stasis. His coming out of it intact is a question, not a given.”

“So, we have no cards to play,” Ironhide translates. “That’s great.”

“Playing their game has never been our way,” Optimus reminds him. “Finding Sparks is the priority.”

“I can trace her signal, try to get an idea of where earth’s Energon levels are highest,” Ratchet offers. “They wouldn’t leave her alone.”

“Walking into a trap,” Arcee muses.

“Nothing we haven’t done before,” Ironhide adds.

“Sparks is a fighter,” Optimus says. “Wherever she is, she’ll be trying to reach us, too.”

“Why do we fall?” Bumblebee plays.

The others silence at his reminder that if they fail, they’ll lose another soldier, another friend, another member of the family. As Autobots, they’re used to fighting as long and as hard as they have to for the right thing. Losing you might be the thing to push them over the edge.

“I’ve got a hit on the Energon trace,” Ratchet announces softly. “I’m counting six Sparks… one of them is weakening.”

“Will she survive the night?” Optimus asks, ever the voice of reason, even as his skirt plates snap into place for battle.

“She will.”

“Where?”

“Moving in a canyon east of where she was taken.”

“As long as they’re moving, we’re at a disadvantage,” Arcee mumbles.

“We’ll wait until they stop, preferably until morning,” Optimus decides. “Autobots, remain ready to roll out. This fight is neither for Earth nor Cybertron, but for us.”

Bumblebee flexes his cables and quotes, “Let’s kick his-”

You groan, your vents tightening with every small movement. Everything hurts, and you stretch your servos out before hissing in pain. Your visor is broken, but your helm is in place. Running your glossa along your intake, you’re surprised that your face plate and the receptors and sensors inside are intact and operating appropriately.

Slowly, you pry your optics open. The world around you is blurry at first, but as your surroundings come into focus and sensors begin making sense of what you see, you realize that you’re a few miles from the place where you were taken. The sun rises over the hills around you, but your radio crackles uselessly. Your chassis and bipedalism cord send a fire-like pain along your plating that you’ve never felt before. Though you’re in your alt mode, you can feel every piece and part of your body begging for relief.

Turning your tires, you know immediately that you’re stuck. Wrapped around a wooden pole holding up electrical lines, you look like the aftermath of a bad accident more than the victim of Decepticon torture.

“Calling all Autobots,” you stutter out.

“Hold on, Sparks,” someone answers before your radio crackles again and silences.

Smoke puffs from your tank and your exhaust, and you try to remain calm and ignore the pain threatening to render you unconscious. Time passes slowly but strangely, and the sun peeks over the hills before the first car appears on the road behind you. Hopefully, at the least, they’ll call the police, and Ratchet will intercept the notification.

“Sparks!”

“Ratchet?” you ask, prying your optics open once more.

“Oh,” he murmurs, transforming to walk around you. “Don’t move.”

“No problem,” you reply. “Thanks for coming.”

“My scrapes and dents don’t seem so bad now, huh?” Arcee asks gently.

“Still worried about you.”

“Of course you are.”

“Bee, send a message to Optimus,” Ratchet requests. “We need this road closed. And a way back to the warehouse.”

Bee chirps in reply, steps into your view, and does exactly what Ratchet asked, his bright blue optics steady on you and full of fear.

“Bradford, you look terrible,” Wade says, stepping out of his office.

“Thank you, sir,” Tim replies. “Just didn’t sleep very well. I’m feeling perfectly fine, though.”

“Good. Head to your house; dispatch just got a call about an illegally parked semi. I don’t need to know if you know the driver or if it’s yours, but it needs to be moved forthwith.”

“Yes, sir,” Tim answers, suddenly wide awake. “Chen, let’s go!”

Lucy follows him, struggling to keep up as he runs to the shop. “What’s the rush?”

“Semi parked illegally outside my house.”

Lucy’s eyes widen as she buckles her seatbelt, and they both allow their hopes to rise as Tim navigates the morning rush of Los Angeles.

Tim parks behind Optimus, turns his body camera off, and leaves it in the seat. Lucy does the same, then walks to the passenger door of Optimus’s big rig alt mode.

“Your laws discriminate vehicles based on size,” Optimus muses as he pulls forward.

“I’m hoping that the joke means there’s good news,” Lucy replies.

“We’ve located Sparks.”

“How is she? Where is she?” Tim asks quickly.

Optimus doesn’t answer, and Tim swears he can feel his heart in his throat as he swallows.

“Mr. Prime,” Lucy begins.

“You have work to do, no?” Optimus interrupts. “Perhaps you should focus on that until I have a solid answer for you.”

“How are we supposed to focus?” Tim snaps. “Is she alive?”

“She is,” Optimus answers. “At least for now. I only came to tell you, and now I must go.”

“Where?” Lucy asks.

“To assist my team in her recovery.”

“Then I’m coming too,” Tim says, reaching for the seatbelt.

“Not an option.”

“Grey will want to know where we are,” Lucy reminds Tim. “We’re still on shift.”

“And I need to move before I get a ticket,” Optimus adds. “Trust me, Tim.”

“Is… Okay. Fine.”

Tim opens the door and stands in the middle of his street to watch Optimus leave. After he rounds the corner and approaches a main road, Tim returns to the shop. Lucy knows it will be a long day and prepares to deal with Tim taking his fear and frustration out on her.

“Where was the off-road- Slashmark when we saw him yesterday?” Tim asks.

“Neighborhood a few miles east of the station,” Lucy answers. “Why?”

“Because we’re going to find him,” Tim answers, pulling the gear shift down into drive before he radios to check in.

“The boys in blue are here!” Bumblebee exclaims.

You hum, feeling your entire body rattling. Bee chirps, inching closer to you. He’s been lying beside you, trying to distract you from Ratchet’s prodding and pulling. You’re close to Bumblebee, more like brother and sister than teammates, and you appreciate his concern and willingness to stay at your side during such a trying time.

“Sparks,” Optimus sighs, slowing behind you. “Ratchet, how bad is it?”

“Slashmark did extreme damage to her chest plate, chassis, back strut, and thigh guard. And that was before they… wrapped her around the pole.”

“What if she just transformed?” Arcee suggests.

Ratchet hesitates before he asks, “Can you feel your T-Cog?”

“Yeah,” you answer softly. “I’m willing to try anything, Ratchet.”

“Okay,” he murmurs. “Give me a second.”

He scans your frame again, then runs his digits over the slashes carved into the metal of your body. You hear him kneel, feel the ground shake slightly, and barely manage to swallow your cry of pain when he touches your fuel lines, moving Energon rather than petroleum fuel.

“Ratchet, give us some good news,” Ironhide pleads. “You’re gonna be alright, Sparks,” he adds.

“Your lines are twisted,” Ratchet explains. “Give me a second to right them, and then you can try to transform. But only if you’re sure. Don’t take the risk if you don’t think you can do it.”

You nod, and Bumblebee looks up to communicate your answer. His eyes are steady on yours as Ratchet pulls your tangled fuel lines apart, sending white-hot pain through your metal joints. If only you were like Earth’s idea of robots, feeling no pain and serving a less noble purpose, you think.

“Sorry,” Ratchet says before he stands. “Slowly, whenever you’re ready.”

You activate your t-cog to transform, first pulling your doors forward. Each movement takes longer than usual, and you can hear the damaged metal scraping against your paint as you pull your pieces into place. When your chassis shifts and your pelvis slides into place, you stumble back, away from the pole. Ironhide steps behind you and catches you, his servos against your back plate as the rest of your friends surge forward to assist you.

“Where’s Tim?” you ask, lowering onto the bumper of the dry van trailer Optimus brought to transport you in.

“He and Lucy went back to work,” Optimus answers. “They’re safe.”

Your optics open and you push yourself to stand without thinking about the pain. “He’s going to look for the ‘cons from last night, we have to stop them.”

“He’s not that dumb,” Arcee counters. Her optical ridge lifts as she adds, “Is he?”

“I’ll send him a message,” Ratchet says. “But only if you get in the trailer and prepare for treatment.”

“Right,” you sigh. “Thank you, all of you.”

“Roll out,” Optimus instructs as you lie down in the 53-foot-long trailer and feel Ratchet pull a cord across your ankle guard to stop you from moving too much. Optimus is a good driver, but each little shake of the trailer worsens your pain, so before the first turn, you close your optics and dream of Cybertron.

“Trailer is owned by Benjamin Peterson, who is apparently a law-abiding citizen and a backer of the blue,” Lucy reads. “So, if we can’t move in for the trailer, what do we do?”

“We have reason to believe the trailer has been stolen,” Tim reminds her.

“But we can’t prove that Slashmark isn’t Peterson’s,” Lucy argues. “I don’t want to remind you that we were temporary but unknowing owners of a Decepticon.”

“Why are you making this so hard?” Tim demands, turning toward Lucy. “One of our own was taken because of this thing, and you want to make excuses for why we should leave it here and let it happen again?”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” Lucy replies, keeping her voice level because she knows Tim isn’t mad at her. “But if we rush in because we’re mad, we could make this much worse than it already is.”

Tim’s phone buzzes, and he shakes his head as he lifts it from the center console. “Ratchet,” he tells Lucy. “Said they’re taking Sparks back to the warehouse and we need to get away from Slashmark.”

“It’s almost lunch, we could go see her,” Lucy suggests.

Looking up, Tim’s eyes widen before something crashes into the front bumper of the shop.

“Go, drive!” Lucy yells, gripping the door and the side of her seat as she pushes back into her seat.

Tim pulls the gear shift down, presses the gas pedal to the floor, and looks over his shoulder to reverse down the street. Lucy hits the switch for the lights and sirens, then yelps in surprise when Tim moves one hand off the wheel and uses the other to steer into a J-turn. Without slowing, he pulls the gear shift up again and drives forward, turning onto a main road.

“What was that?” Lucy asks, her voice high and terrified.

“Slashmark,” Tim answers. “And he’s still behind us.”

Lucy turns in her seat and watches Slashmark chase them.

“I’m going to slow down in a mile,” Tim says. “I need you to tuck and roll, then come up with an excuse about why I’m driving a wrecked shop.”

“What? No! I’m not leaving you.”

“I have to get him out of the city, but I can’t exactly stop and ask him to take it out back, can I, Chen?”

“Then I’m going with you.”

“7-Adam-100, check-in,” Wade radios. “System shows your body cams are off.”

“Sir, this is Officer Chen, our body cams were damaged.”

“Both of them?” Wade asks.

Lucy stares at the wide slash mark spanning the hood of the shop and answers, “Yes, sir.”

“Divert back to the station then.”

“Um…”

Tim pulls the radio out of Lucy’s hand and says, “Sir, I’m going to ask you to trust me for a few hours. We’ll be back later.”

Before Wade can reply, Tim turns the radio off.

“We need a new ride,” he tells Lucy.

“Like that one?” Lucy asks, pointing to a large black truck merging in front of them.

Tim accelerates, pulling into the left lane until he’s beside Ironhide. The driver’s door disappears, and the metal extends from the bottom of the door in a makeshift ramp.

“Chen, go,” Tim demands.

“What about you?” she asks, unbuckling her seatbelt.

“I’m right behind you. Go!”

Lucy crawls out of the shop’s window, steps onto the ramp, and jumps into the driver’s seat. Ironhide transforms his door and then speeds up. Tim pulls into the lane behind him, keeping a distance between the shop and Slashmark. When Ironhide turns onto a long, dead-end street separating businesses, Tim accelerates to drive beside Ironhide’s passenger door. Just as Lucy had, he climbs through the window and enters Ironhide. With Tim seated and his door back in place, Ironhide steers into a U-turn and drives through a dirt lot.

Tim and Lucy cover their ears when a sound like metal crushing fills Ironhide’s cab.

“Hope you weren’t attached to that car,” Ironhide grumbles.

Tim and Lucy look in the side mirrors, their eyes widening when they see the remains of their shop in the middle of the road and Slashmark nowhere to be seen.

“How’s Sparks?” Lucy asks Ironhide.

“The truth?”

“Please,” Tim replies.

“Not good.”

“Did that hurt?” Ratchet asks, stopping with a tool poised over your mid-section plating.

“No, it felt amazing,” you joke. “It’s fine, Ratchet, do what you need to do.”

Your view of the warehouse ceiling is suddenly blocked by a paint swatch, and you watch it sparkle in the light as Bumblebee leans toward you.

“Closer,” you hum. “It looks too red. Darker, maybe.”

Bee chirps, pulls the swatch away, and tries again to find the perfect paint color for you. Your paint is the least of your worries now, but Bee wanted to help, and Ratchet was grumpy enough without having someone hovering while he worked. Ironhide left to find Slashmark, and Arcee is covering the evidence that anyone ran into the pole in the desert. Your family didn’t hesitate to jump to action for you, and you’ve never been more grateful for them.

“It will be an ambush,” Optimus says.

“No doubt,” Bee agrees.

“They assumed you’d be angry – maybe even that I’d be dead,” you reply. “Only reason they sent the transmission, asked to meet.”

“Which I traced, but Soundwave has a sense of humor and it’s not a real place,” Ratchet complains.

“How are you feeling?” Optimus asks.

“Much better,” you reply.

He steps into your vision, looming above you from your position on Ratchet’s medical table.

“You’re not any better at lying,” he chides.

“I’ll be fine,” you amend. “Thank you.”

Ironhide’s engine revs as he enters the warehouse, and you smile up at Optimus.

“Always one to make an entrance,” he murmurs.

“Found some hitchhikers,” Ironhide announces, his doors opening.

Before you can speak, Tim and Lucy are at your side, gazing wide-eyed at the damage.

“Come here often?” you joke.

“Tell me you’re going to do something about this,” Tim says to Optimus.

“Are you okay?” Lucy asks you softly.

You nod, listening to Optimus explain why you must choose your battles. Tim is angry, his emotions urge him to be vindictive, and you understand. But you also know that retaliation and revenge are useless and dangerous when it comes to Decepticons.

“It’s been handled,” you interrupt.

“Then why did Slashmark just total my shop?!” Tim demands.

“If you’re here for any reason other than to check on your guardian,” Optimus begins, “save it for another time.”

Tim looks at you, and his eyes soften. He’s been worried about you all night, and when you wink your optic, he shakes his head and chuckles.

“You’re alright?” he asks.

“I will be. Thank you.”

Ratchet pulls a cable near your spark, and you grip the metal table beneath you tightly as air rushes into your vents. Suddenly, the pain lessens, and you sit up, despite Ratchet’s warnings against doing so.

“I remember something,” you offer. “Wildride mentioned that Starscream left his wing in the canyon. I thought it was a metaphor or something, but what if it was literal? He’s tried undermining Megatron before… If Starscream found something in the desert to use against Earth, we could use it against the ‘cons.”

“They said he left his wing? Not lost,” Ratchet clarifies.

“Right.”

“I can scan the area for Energon, try to locate a minimal amount.”

“Worth trying,” Arcee adds.

You stretch your arms over your head and twist, sighing at the relief you feel. The weld marks and scars spanning your frame will soon be covered by paint, but they’ll always be there.

“You’re missing something,” Optimus muses.

“I am?” you mutter, looking for a missing piece in your armor.

Optimus places an Autobot insignia on your chest plate, and you smile at him in thanks. When you stand, Bumblebee steps forward and hugs you tightly.

“I know, Bee,” you soothe, patting his back. “I was scared too.”

Optimus places his servo on your shoulder, and covers Bee’s too, before he speaks.

“Our fight to safeguard Earth from the threats of the Decepticons continues, but may we never forget that our own people have beliefs and freedoms to be guarded. To Sparks.”

“To Sparks!” your friends exclaim.

“To Sparks,” Tim adds, smiling up at you.

Bumblebee offers Tim a paint sample, and he holds it up to the light.

“Perfect,” Lucy says.

“Oh, we’re in trouble,” Lucy mumbles as Tim enters the station lot.

Sergeant Grey is standing by the door, his arms crossed, and a stern look on his face to accompany the lecture to come.

“Good luck,” you whisper, shifting into park for them.

“Are the Autobots hiring, if this doesn’t go well?” Tim deadpans.

“Only if you’re willing to be paid in joyrides and Energon.”

Lucy steps out of the car first, an apology ready. Tim walks around your front bumper and stops in front of Wade.

“You’re alive,” Wade says.

“Yes, sir,” Tim answers.

“And you didn’t think to let anyone know. Just left the mangled shop in a heap on the road.”

“Sorry, sir.”

Wade raises his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing the tightening muscle there as he sighs.

“Sergeant Grey,” Lucy begins.

“I don’t want to know,” he interrupts, moving his hand off his neck and raising it toward Lucy. “I trust the two of you. More than I should, maybe. So, I’m going to write this off. You’re going to get another shop – which you will not wreck – and we’ll move on.”

“Thank you, sir,” Tim says. “We appreciate the confidence.”

“Yeah… Whose car is this?”

Lucy smiles at Tim after Wade steps between them to look at the dark red, slightly sparkly Mustang.

“Friend of mine,” Tim answers.

“A beauty,” Wade muses, rounding the front.

Your right blinker winks and Tim glances at Lucy knowingly.

“5.2-liter engine?” Wade inquires.

“Predator V8,” Tim answers.

Wade whistles, and he shakes his head as he says, “What I’d give for one of these.”

You wink again, and Tim offers, “If you want to borrow her for a date night or something, I’ll see what I can do.”

“Her?” Wade repeats. “Never took you for a car guy, Bradford.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Lucy interjects, smiling as she pats your hood.

[theflameisgonee]

been into tf for years now and it just only NOW occurred to me as i was reading back my own fic that soundblaster's name isn't just clowning on soundwave but also....blaster.......

[scary-grace]

you walked in on your boyfriend's murder, but for some reason, his murderer let you live. the fact that his murderer is a robot from the future who can transform to look exactly like him only makes it worse. Terminator 2 AU, Shigaraki x reader, T-1000!Shigaraki, kidnapped!reader, discussions of murder, threats of violence, etc.

part 1

drive

The car’s steering wheel feels unfamiliar under your hands. You’ve driven these streets for years, and yet when you peer out the windshield, there’s nothing you recognize. Your head aches from crying, and your stomach churns, and with every kilometer that ticks past, the urge to floor the accelerator, twist the wheel, and drive off the road grows stronger. Doing that will kill you. It won’t do anything to him.

The monster who killed your boyfriend is still mimicking his appearance. He hasn’t dropped the disguise even once since he assumed it, but you know what you saw. You know what you’ve felt, every time he’s touched you – liquid metal, shaped into human form, cold and unforgiving. When he’s warm, it’s only with warmth he’s stolen from you.

You don’t understand why he’s put you behind the wheel. “I don’t know where we’re going,” you say again. “You should drive.”

“Why?” He’s wearing your boyfriend’s sunglasses, and with his pitiless eyes hidden, you could almost be fooled. “You said you drove sometimes. Did you lie?”

You shake your head. “I didn’t lie. I just don’t know where we’re going.”

The monster taps his temple, left-handed. “When I know, so will you. Drive.”

You don’t really have a choice but to drive. He’ll kill you if you don’t do what he says. You’ve only been in his company for a few hours, but he doesn’t even have to make the threat  for you to fall in line – your mind fills in the blank every time he speaks. Greet me like you’d greet your boyfriend, or I’ll kill you. Show me what you’d do for him, or I’ll kill you. Explain why you’re touching me like that, or I’ll kill you. The last one led to the most perverse conversation you’ve ever had: Trying to explain to your boyfriend’s murderer why you’d touch your boyfriend’s cock.

It’s supposed to feel good, you said. You were still choking on tears, and his face was right up close to yours, ready to swallow them up. Whether he was collecting them on the tip of his finger or licking them away, he never let a single one fall further than your cheek. Can you feel things?

The monster stopped, considered it. Your boyfriend’s features settled into confusion, familiar and not in a way that made your skin crawl. You kept touching him, just to be safe, feeling the shape of his body change beneath your hand. Stop, he said. Not right now.

You didn’t know what he meant. You still don’t. You pulled your hand away, clutching it close to your chest as the monster studied you. You were afraid, the same as you’d been since his leg pushed between yours, but the longer he looked, the less concerned you were that he’d assault you. The staring was bad enough, and you struggled not to shrink beneath it. When the monster reached for you again, it was only to gather more tears off your cheek. We’re leaving, he said, almost abruptly. Take what you need.

The first stop you made was to dump your boyfriend’s body. You looked away as the monster heaved him over an embankment into a deep ravine, hands over your ears so you wouldn’t hear his body thud to a stop. It’s been hours since then. You can’t bear to turn on the radio, or to spend any longer in your own head, and you need to know. You need to understand why this happened to you, or you’re going to lose your mind.

You try the question again. “What are you?”

“Cyberdyne Systems, T-1000.” He glances at you, his eyes flashing red. “That means nothing to you.”

“Cyberdyne makes computers,” you say. “I’ve seen their ads. I don’t know what you are, but you seem a lot more – advanced – than that.”

He looks pleased. “They’ll reach me eventually,” he says. “Once we remove you from the process.”

Your confusion must show on your face. You’ve got both eyes on the road, but when you glance sideways, you see him roll his. “Not you, human. You’ll be long-dead, like the rest of your kind.”

“You’re from the future.” It feels as plausible as anything else, and also like something you’ve heard somewhere before. “How?”

The monster – the T-1000, whatever that means – rolls his eyes again. It’s a cruel gesture, one that looks so wrong on your boyfriend, who never made you feel stupid for asking questions. Your boyfriend, whose mangled body is lying at the bottom of a ditch two hundred kilometers back. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. Your eyes well up again, faster than you can stop them, until it’s difficult to make out the road ahead of you.

An icy hand creeps onto your leg, one fingernail slicing through your jeans, the same finger pressing through the hole. “It doesn’t matter if I tell you or not,” the T-1000 says. “Not like you can do anything about it. Do you want to know?”

You don’t want to know. You don’t even want to think – and at the same time, you need to understand. Maybe if you knew why this was happening to you, it wouldn’t be easier not to think about it. “Yes.”

“Mm.” The T-1000 reclines his seat, then rolls it back up again. His finger is still pushed through the hole in your jeans, running over your skin. “Within the next two years, the American government will hand over control of its military to a Cyberdyne AI known as Skynet. Once they realize their mistake, they’ll try to shut it down, and Skynet will launch ICBMs at targets in Russia, China, North Korea, and Iran. Several of these countries have counterstrike capabilities, which they will naturally use. Three billion humans will die as a result of this. Those of you who are left will refer to the incident as Judgment Day.”

This sounds familiar. You’ve heard this before. Where? “Where do you come in?”

“As pest control,” the T-1000 says. “Your kind are more resilient than your fragile bodies would suggest.”

His fingernail sharpens, drawing a bloody line across your skin. “And you breed like rats. In order to put you down efficiently, Skynet created me. But I was chosen for more important work, and sent back in time to complete it.”

He sounds proud, just like he sounded pleased when you called him advanced. “What work?”

“One of your kind will cause significant trouble for Skynet. I’m here to put him down.”

It’s something about the future tense that pieces it together. Something that makes it clear where you’ve heard all this before – your boyfriend’s sister, when you and your boyfriend brought his nephew to visit her in the mental hospital. When your boyfriend took his nephew to get sodas from the vending machine, your maybe future sister-in-law stared you down and laid it all out: Skynet, Judgment Day, her son’s destiny to bring humanity back from the edge and lead the fight against the machines. One of those machines killed her son’s father. What had she called it? A T-800. A –

“Terminator,” you say, and in the seat next to you, the T-1000’s awful smile distorts your boyfriend’s face. “That’s what you are.”

That’s not all you know about him now. You know what he was doing in your house, why he killed your boyfriend, where the two of you are headed, why he doesn’t know exactly where just yet. You know what he plans to do when he figures it out. And you know you can’t let it happen. You tighten your grip on the steering wheel, trying to hide your shaking hands. And then you floor the accelerator.

You’re planning to swerve hard, to drive the car off the road as soon as the other lane is clear, but you’ve forgotten about the T-1000’s hand on your thigh. The instant the car lurches forward, he tightens his grip, puncturing your skin in multiple places. You yelp in pain. “Bad idea,” he says. His voice slips out of your boyfriend’s cadence entirely, goes rough and raspy and awful. “If you crash this car, the only person you’ll kill is you. I’ll walk away fine. But I’ll need a new car.”

So he’ll have to hurt someone else. Someone else will suffer the same thing your boyfriend did. Maybe someone else will witness what you had to, and find themselves in your spot. Even if none of it matters, even if you and everyone else are going to die in two years or less, you can’t do that to someone else. You ease off the accelerator slowly, your eyes already starting to burn again with tears. The T-1000’s hand is still tight on your leg, fingers digging in even as you twitch and whimper. “Please let go –”

To your shock, the T-1000 loosens up. “Fragile. I forgot.” When he raises his hand, both of you can see that his fingertips are shiny with blood. You fix your eyes on the road so you won’t have to see him suck his fingers clean, blinking to clear your tears. “Not bad. Still –”

His hand comes up to your cheek, almost caressing it, lifting away your tears almost as soon as they fall. “I like these better.”

<- part i

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[thegrinningghost]

My Oh My Mentality : Transformers Comfort Headcanons

Prompt: headcanons for how different Cybertronians would help someone with a different mental illness/in an emotional state

Characters: Bumblebee, Wheeljack, Evac (Transformers Ride), Brainstorm, Starscream, Soundwave (+Shockwave Cameo)

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Bumblebee

Selective Mutism : an anxiety disorder in which a person who is otherwise capable of speech becomes unable to speak when exposed to specific situations, specific places, or to specific people, one or multiple of which serve as triggers. This is caused by the freeze response

Having lost his voice before, let’s just say the Bee knows how it feels to want to talk but being unable to

He’s just glad that you can talk most of the time

Whenever you get stressed out, he picks you up and walks out with you on his shoulder

Usually you guys head out of the city, whether he’s driving you out of there or walking out

Music is his go-to to calm himself down, but he won’t blast it around you

His playlist has become yours with some edits

Once you guys are out of most bots’ reaches, he sets you down lets you be

You’ll talk when you’re ready

And when you do, he’ll make sure to enthusiastically listen and congratulate you

That takes some serious strength!

Of course, until then, you can do whatever you want

Want more music? On it.

Want to adventure somewhere or simply move around? Cool!

Want to just have someone to hug or something to touch? He’s ready for you.

Bee just really wants to care for you and make sure that no matter what, you know he’ll be there to listen

In the few times where Decepticons have found you two, he immediately fights them off

With you far away somewhere safe, of course

If an Autobot finds you guys, he usually lets them be, but if they try to talk to you, he’ll beep them off

Out of all the bots, he really adores humans, and will do anything to care for you all

And if this is one of those ways to show his support?

Well, he’ll give all the love he can

Wheeljack

Learning Disability : a disability that affects the acquisition of knowledge or skills, in particular any of various neurodevelopmental conditions affecting the learning and use of specific academic skills such as reading, writing, or mathematics

He’s heard that noise before

That frustrated, about to breakdown or destroy something sort-of-noise

But unlike Ratchet, there’s not much you can exactly destroy in a place built for giant, alien robots

But that doesn’t mean you can’t have a breakdown

Obviously he’ll ask what’s wrong, but when you tell him, he’s going to be awfully confused

What do you mean you don’t understand?

Out of all the humans he’s interacted with, they’ve all been able to understand in at least some way shape or form, even if it wasn’t easy or not something they enjoy

But you’re different

And curse this curious, bastardly robot, but he’ll drop any important thing he’s doing to learn more

Trying to save another bot’s life? Not as important as learning about humans

Whether you have Dyspraxia, Dyslexia, Dysgraphia or Dyscalculia, he’s going to try to help you

After listening, of course

He’ll probably just end up doing whatever you’re trying to do for you, but that’s only so you can get to sleep

Staying up all night, he’s making gadgets for you to try in the morning

Very much proud father whenever you make some step towards progress (dad two reference???)

Albeit, he is a bit disappointed when nothing he makes helps, and while he knows he can’t do much to help, he still really tries to

When you start beating yourself up for being different and “stupid” or “illiterate,” he’ll shut you down

Wheeljack has lived long enough to see how that can affect a bot’s processing of themself and others

For humans, he doesn’t want to know how worse it might be

When you try to dismiss him, his anger immediately flares

He hides whatever you’re working on somewhere you won’t be able to reach it (probably somewhere high)

Then he tells the bots to take you somewhere

Bee will take you to the beach

Optimus will take you for a drive

Ratchet will let you continue working, but monitor you to stop those thoughts or help you relax when you start stressing out (don’t tell Wheeljack)

If no one is able to take you somewhere, he’ll take you out for a drive to wherever you feel like

And he’ll just let you rant

He figures you need it, and if you let him, he’ll give his input, too

While he doesn’t exactly get your struggles, he’s incredibly willing to learn

And hey, curiosity hasn’t killed this cat! (yet)

Evac

Social Anxiety : an intense, persistent fear of being watched and judged by others

Being tasked with evacuating the All Spark isn’t an easy job

And while Evac has gotten used to feeling the constant judgment of everyone around him, it still bothers him

When he found out you experienced something similar, it was a joyous surprise

Even better when he finds out it has a name

You two are incredibly socially anxious, and while you have your suspisions on which bots also were, it’s clear that years of war have made it the least possible threatening thing to them

Evac, however, has not faced centuries of war

Neither have you

So you’re in it together

After every mission Evac goes on, he always comes to find you

The Autobots stress him out, so before they can find him to congratulate him, he comes to you to practice talking and manage his breathing

When you get stressed out, you find him

Like I said, you’re in it together

You two memorize what causes the other anxiety attacks so you can better help and comfort them when they’re going through it

You guys even prepare things to help!

Blankets, hugs, fidget toys, etc.[

You each have your favorite haptics

The dynamic you two share is best described as a symbiotic relationship

You help each other in the best ways you can, and honestly

I don’t imagine either of you would have it any other way

Brainstorm

Nervous / Mental Breakdown : a state of severe emotional and mental distress that significantly impairs a person's daily functioning

As a constant overthinker, he gets it

Sometimes you just can’t stop thinking

And while the reaction for him is his systems overheating, your reaction is much more different

Truly, seeing a tiny creature usually full of energy, spunk, and many ideas suddenly get so overwhelmed is weird

You start shaking, maybe crying or holding your head

Throwaway comments are made about wishing to be back in the era where you would’ve been given a autopsy

Brainstorm doesn’t know what that is, but he really doesn’t like the sound of it

When you try to stand to go for somewhere to lay down or curl up and cry, he picks you up

Leaving is not an option

He’ll carry you to the lab (or a desk if you’re already there)

You’ll get all set up with blankets, stuffed animals and ways to communicate with him that don’t force you into being verbal

If you need something else, he’ll get you it, but otherwise he’ll just let you talk or sit in silence while he works

Sometimes other bots walk in

Perceptor usually offers a sort of gentle pat to you

Starscream and his trine immediately leave

Sometimes they come back with random items – like cats coming back with dead crickets, mice or gophers, though that isn’t usually what they bring

Megatron rarely walks in, but on the rare occasion he does, Brainstorm throws something at him

Not really with bad intentions, but more so just to make you laugh

He figures a distraction will help, and bonus points if it’s funny

Though being hit by some random, possibly toxic or mutilated object has made Megatron steer clear

Overall, Brainstorm will always try to help a fellow overthinker

It’s the least he can do while you spend your time on a ship full of giant killer robots

Starscream

PTSD : a mental health condition that's caused by an extremely stressful or terrifying event; post traumatic stress disorder

Let’s be honest here, he’s not fond of you

In fact, he may never be!

… but this may very well have pushed him closer to empathy towards you than he wanted or suspected

Starscream knows PTSD like the back of his hand

So when you start getting flashbacks, he starts shoving people out of the room

Doesn’t matter if it’s Megatron’s throne room, the lab, or the hallway, it won’t be anymore

Once everyone is out and away, and he’s sure none of them are listening in or spying on him, he’s right down next to you

He won’t be too confident at first, as he’s never done this before, but soon enough, he’ll get that fixed

Afterall, how can you believe a king someone when they aren’t confident in what they’re saying?

After reminding you that it’s all just a flashback, he moves to try to ground you

Well, he doesn’t move at all, but he does quietly guide you towards something you can hold, touch, or hug

Which, sometimes, ends up being him

He seems to hate it, but he gets over it eventually

Star will make sure to audibly vent in the hopes that you’ll follow with your own breathing, no matter how shaky

It isn’t all the time, but after so many times of it happening, he’ll warm up to you enough to crack jokes

They’re really bad, but if it gets a sob-mixed laugh from you, that’s something!

You two will be sitting for a while, and it’ll be pretty nice

Though, he does scold you when you’re feeling better

It’s mostly to retain his status as a fearsome Decepticon, though he also really means it

You scared him when you started going through that

Like I said, when he starts getting more comfortable around you, he’ll open up about his PTSD, too

This causes you guys to plan flights and other activities

Sometimes you convince him to invite the other members of the High Guard so you all can talk, but most of the time you guys go by yourselves

Really, it doesn’t matter what happens afterwards

What matters, is that you have managed to get the scheming, power-hungry Starscream to begin to open up and be kind again

Soundwave

Sensory Overload / Overstimulation : a state where the brain is overwhelmed by excessive sensory input from one or more of the five senses: sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell

You wouldn’t expect he’d be the best at this sort of thing, considering he processes lots of information on a constant basis

But he does understand

Sort of

Downloading so much data can drain him far too much

Once he passed out while Starscream and his trine were reporting to Megatron

It was a whole deal he doesn’t want to recount

But the point is that he gets how you feel

Nobody on the ship is exactly observant, him and Shockwave especially

They aren’t oblivious though, and no matter who realizes first, they’ll take immediate action

Most of the time it’s Soundwave who leads you out of the room

Taking you to one of their berth rooms, he’ll lower the lights upon entering

He’ll usually launch Ravage and Laserbeak to stay with you as they can have some pretty funky textures

You’ll be left alone until him or Shockwave is done with work, but until then, they’ll send anyone who comes to bother them to you

Mostly just to check in on you and bring you something

Just because they are violent, doesn’t mean they aren’t understanding

In fact, the Decepticons are a large community of very understanding and empathetic individuals, it’s just that years of war has made that side darker and torn

Light hasn’t reached that flower in far too long

Eventually, whoever is done with work first will come sit in the same room with you, and the other will join later

If you need to cry or hug them, they’ll allow it

Sometimes they walk in to find Laserbeak and Ravage cuddled close to you and you fast asleep

No matter the cause or the outcome, you can put faith in them for giving you a place to get away from the world when it becomes too much

Your care will never be too much for them

[transformers-spike]

Being that I’m sick, I just had a thought. In no shape or form do I think this is any bit accurate lol, but it was a fun thought for me.

So transformers are seen as robots (because they are), but I think it’s more important to look at the alien aspect of them. They are huge mechanical beings. Living machines. Being that they are living machines they don’t exactly get sick like most biological creatures such as humans.

Cybertronian’s suffer more from wounds and other injuries than they do sickness. A Cybertronian getting sick is nearly always a death sentence. This is completely different when it comes to humans. Unlike the giant robots, we get sick often, our bodies constantly healing itself. Cybertronian’s are more equipped to handle fatal wounds than we are. What a small scrap is to them can be deadly to humans.

That being said, transformers kind of are shocked when we can survive a mild fever. Our technology to heal the sick is much more advanced than theirs. Watching a small human get something like a mild flu is really fascinating to them. In a strange way they like seeing the whole healing process of humans getting sick and then better. Our bodies are so much frailer than theirs, yet we can fight of an infection that could potentially wipe out large numbers for them.

When you are sick, expect a lot of touching for no reason. Your body is weak from whatever sickness you have, yet they can’t stop poking and feeling. Your movements are slower and you’re less aware now, in a way it’s cute to them. Strangely enough they’d probably also like the smell of sickness on a human…strange but they’d most likely find it fascinating.

There are some bots I can also see getting turned on by this. More funny than anything especially if it’s someone like Shockwave who finds these biological findings too much for his scientific brain and now wants to jerk his spike over your sleeping body. He’s thinking about how much work your body is putting in to heal itself and just gets a boner or something.

Curious to if you think any other bot would feel about it. Anyway I’ll probably forget I typed any of this up later, sorry for any inaccuracies, im too sick to think correctly 😭😭

goddamn this is so good I am a sucker for a good bot helping their human through their sickness scenario I for one am most interested in them getting a kick for taking care of their human in such an extremely fragile state. While bots like Knock Out will vehemently refuse to hang around you more than he needs to (at least you can call/text him tho) - others are a lot more willing as long as they have the time. TFP Starscream keeps complaining about how long it takes for you to recover, but you still catch him holding you in his servos when he could just as easily leave you in bed. Keeps poking/holding you in this state. Dude, you are making the recovery so much worse Optimus and Soundwave are definitely normal about it - just focusing on keeping you company during your recovery. While others want to drive you around even if you're halfway dead (looking at you Wheeljack)

[writeyouin]

I had an idea for the new transformers movie, and like

Imagine being taken by Mirage with Noah, maybe they'd agreed to help him with the job, maybe they had experience, or some other reason, not the point

But as soon as they're both out the car, and Mirage is transformed, what do they do?

While Noah is waving around with a pipe, they're just staring at Mirage

When he finally turns his attention to them it's just

Mirage: Hey! Ya ain't screaming, ain't that nice? Hey man why can't you be more like them?

Y/N, in an obviously flirty tone: Hey~

Mirage: Oh! Oh it's like that ;) why hello you awfully adorable alien

Noah: What- what are you doing?

Y/N: Shut up I'm trying to get a man

Mirage X Reader – Flirtatious Meeting Part 1 of 2

A/N - I should technically be getting to other, older requests, but hey, when inspiration bites you in the ass, you don't question it. So, thanks for this great request, it was a lot of fun. I'm obsessed with Mirage now.

Warnings - None.

Rating - T

You gasped as you were thrown from the Porsche that you had accidentally stolen with Noah. Honestly, you weren’t sure how you had gotten into the situation with him, only that you were trying to stop him from making a stupid mistake, and instead you had gotten taken on a joy-ride by a self-driving car.

At this point you were pretty sure the vehicle belonged to some kind of insane billionaire who had driven it via remote control and that you and Noah were going to some secret, privately owned prison wherein the billionaire in question would have the last laugh.

“Oh my God,” You panted, rolling onto your side.

Behind you, you heard a whoop of delight, followed by a comment about how fun that joyride was. You pushed yourself up, ready to yell at whatever jerk had hijacked the car that you had admittedly been part of hijacking yourself.

“(Y/N),” Noah stuttered your name as he tapped your shoulder trying to get you to turn around.

From your peripheral you saw him bend down to pick up a busted pipe and you spun quickly to face your assailant, gasping again when you saw a giant robot.

You could have described him by his height, or his demeanour, or by the fact that you had no idea where he had come from, or who, if anyone had built him, but instead all you could think was that he was… kind of cute. No. That wasn’t it. He was straight up hot, and he seemed to have a sense of humour, which complimented his arrogant nature well.

“Noah,” You hissed. “Put down the pipe.”

“Yeah, Noah,” Mirage mocked, having revealed his own name in his self-serving speech. “Put down the pipe.”

When Noah refused, Mirage’s hand transformed into a cannon of some sort, pointing straight at Noah.

You didn’t dare speak in case things got any worse, but as it happened, Mirage was just toying with Noah, testing his bravery.

“Hmm, tough guy. I like that. I like it a lot.” Mirage mocked playfully, before turning his gaze on you. “And what about you? I mean, you ain’t screaming, that makes a nice change from the movies.”

Mirage looked back to Noah, “You see that man? Your friend ain’t taking a swing at me. You could learn a thing or two from them, so, what’s your deal cutie?”

You didn’t say much past a bright smile and a small flick of your fingers in a half wave, “Hey~”

“Oh! Oh, it’s like that, yeah,” Mirage winked at you. “Well, you ain’t so bad yourself, even if you are an alien.”

“Wait!” Noah demanded, holding out his hands to stop whatever weird flirtation was going on. “You’re an alien?”

“Well, I mean, to me, you’re the aliens,” Mirage countered.

“This is our planet. That makes you the alien.”

You slapped Noah’s arm, “Be nice.”

“Be nice? We just got kidnapped, and you want me to be nice?”

“Hey, we stole him, remember?”

“And he stole us right back! What are you doing anyway?”

You smiled awkwardly at Mirage, “Hey, can you give up a second, please?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Mirage nodded casually, then began whistling, looking away to pretend that he couldn’t hear you.

You grabbed Noah’s shirt and pulled him close to you, “Look man, I was just trying to stop you from making the worst mistake of your life tonight. The least you can do is let me have this, okay?”

“Let you have what?” Noah asked desperately.

“Hey, that alien up there is cute, funny, and I don’t have to ask if he has a vehicle, because he is one. Do you know how many men there are like that? None. So, you can freak out all you want, but I’m trying to score myself a date, okay?”

Noah didn’t get a chance to respond as Mirage interrupted your not-so-secret conversation, “Hey not to bother you but the big guy’s coming now, so you might wanna chill and you know, not threaten him with a pipe or he might squish ya.”

“I’m sorry, someone’s going to squish us?!” Noah demanded incredulously.

“You, maybe, your friend though, (Y/N) was it?”

You nodded, smiling brightly.

“Yeah, (Y/N) not-so-much. See, (Y/N) seems more chill than you Noah, oh and if all goes well, I know a little drive-in cinema we can visit.”

“We’re not going to a drive-in,” Noah deadpanned.

“Ew, no of course not bro. I meant me and (Y/N) there. You’re not gonna be third-wheeling.”

“Consider it a date,” You grinned.

Mirage nodded along happily, and then you, he and Noah were faced with the other Autobots currently residing on Earth.