#tfp reader insert

You're away on a business trip, hoping to get some distance from the craziness that is life on Team Prime -and a certain medic- but things don't go as planned.

Word Count: 1,960

Warnings: Snowy weather, car incident (nothing graphic)

I go by she/they, I am a biromantic asexual, and I have high-functioning autism. I love to read and write, and go stargazing and swimming. I love animals, especially cats, pitbulls, ravens and crows, and I’m very into astronomy and psychology. I tend to get stressed pretty quickly and usually need to take a break to help myself calm down, but I’m usually a very easy going person and can adapt pretty quickly to situations. One of my favorite things to do when I’m at home is sitting outside and listening to music just to pass the time. I have a hard time falling asleep, and I’m not at all a morning person.

A/N : Hello Anon ! Thanks for sending this in, I think I'll pair you up with Optimus!

The war has taken a toll on everyone, even Optimus. He seeks comfort in his life, a slice of peace he gets to keep for himself - and he finds that in you. In the beginning, he warns himself to not get too attached, but he was drawn to your kindness. Smiling to himself whenever you would bend down to pet the stray animals seen on patrol.

The two of you started growing close through your interest in astronomy. Optimus had shared his own stories as well, but he was more than happy to just sit back and listen to you talk about the stars, sipping on his Energon cube with fondness in his eyes. He helps you relax at night, promising to sit outside your home in his alt-form until you feel safe enough to sleep. This routine allowed him to catch a glimpse of your bedhead from time to time, and he can't tell anyone just how cute he finds it.

Your interest in psychology is one of the reasons why Optimus was willing to confide his worries to you. Through some coaxing and the constant reminder that it's okay to admit you're going through a hard time, the Prime eventually opens up to you. In no time, the two of you have developed a habit of learning from one another: with you giving insights on how Optimus can learn to take care of himself better while he helps you destress whenever you feel overwhelmed. He appreciates your quick thinking, remembering the times you would often save him and his team through your quick thinking.

Optimus: He doesn’t want to appear rude, but at first his interest in things like that is minimal. He has paused his Prime tasks and deep thought to observe briefly out of curiosity, but it’s not something that he feels inclined to immerse himself in. He’ll listen to you talk about them if it’s something you’re interested in, and certainly give you undivided attention for amounts of time.

The stories he’s most drawn to, if any, are heartwarming tales that focus more on the good of humanity.

Bumblebee: He really likes television. Bring on the movies! He will spend hours binging a show or having a movie marathon, and is fairly open to new things to a point.

He hangs out with Raf a lot, so he’s gotten used to shows and movies aimed at younger audiences right off the bat. Action and car chases are also a plus, if the overall tone of the movie isn’t too dark. He really gets into superhero movies that deal with good guys versus bad guys, with the good guys always winning in the end.

Ratchet: He regards such subjects with disdain and acts like these Earth things are beneath him, yet you catch him pausing mid-task with whatever tool or device in his hand as he watches the screen and slowly begins to get sucked in. He will act like he doesn’t care the second you notice him watching and continue on his way.

He’d be drawn to dramas like fictional crime, medical dramas, and even the occasional cheesy, romance flick. He may complain about the main characters, but it only betrays how invested he is in seeing the conflict resolved.

Bulkhead: He approaches TV and shows with an open mind initially and is down to learn more about Earth culture. He quickly finds that he does have preferences. True crime is something Miko watches on occasion, but he can’t stomach it. He gets a little queasy and even covers his face, so she doesn’t put it on a whole lot when he’s around.

He does, however, really like action movies. Guns and explosions are his thing, and he can really get into a movie with a tough main character.

Arcee: She isn’t super into television or movies unless it has a lot of action. She’s not into marathons or binges, but she will park herself for a period of time to enjoy a movie or show.

(Reader is young adult)

Miko and Bulkhead attend outdoor concerts. Sometimes the rest of you join.

Hand-to-hand combat training with Arcee, Bulk, and Bumblebee.

You and Miko do art projects together.

Playing catch outside with the kids.

You and Raf watching Ratchet at work.

Joy rides with Jack and Arcee, or Miko and Bulkhead, or Raf and Bee.

Also joining in on patrol.

Races.

Trips to the mall with the kids. And later, the bots' holoforms join also.

Holiday/birthday shopping for everyone.

Decorating the base for the holidays.

Somehow getting Ratchet to take a break once in a while (with the help of Optimus) and take you for a ride.

Late night group hangouts on the weekends.

The kids ask you for advice.

Group chats!

All kinds of group chat shenanigans.

There's one big group chat with everyone, and also a bunch of smaller ones with different bots and people.

All of you humans have one, the kids have them with their bots, you have a few with individual bots, etc.

Ratchet mutes the big one because the notifications blow up his comm constantly.

The memes, though. Quality memes. Not to mention the funny messages circulating through the chats.

Movie night. Introducing the bots to the classics.

Videogame tournaments!

Making sure the kids get their schoolwork done.

I'm 5'3, asexual and chubby and go by she/her.

I'm calm and withdrawn at first, I'm usually very silent when I'm surrounded by people I am not comfortable with. I have suspicions that my selective mutism that I had when I was younger may still be around because there are some situations that require to speak, I get uncomfortable and find it hard to say anything. I don't know, it's just a thought, not sure if I still kind of have it. I just kinda hate being forced to talk when I don't want to. I don't go out much, I prefer indoors, I only go out if I have to.

But yeah, when I'm surrounded by people I'm comfortable with, I'm more talkative and more expressive of my emotions. I don't have many friends in real life but I do have a few online ones.

I usually prefer texting than verbally talking to be honest. Its just easier for me to express. Not like I could physically see my two best friends since I had to move last year but luckily we have discord 💀🤚 otherwise my dumbass can't even go out to try and make friends nor even want to.

I like games, though, I'm also a procrastinator and a lazy person. I tend to procrastinate on my school work and other things like watching a certain anime, tv show, movie and even with playing games. I have a game block 😔👊.

I don't know, but I can be insecure about myself but I try to be positive about some qualities I have. Anyone could compliment me, I mean, there's nothing to compliment anyways, I would just say that they blind or something or wrong. I get insecure when I show people my music taste only because they just seem uninterested when I play it 😔👊. My friends reckon I'm smart but I just don't apply myself to my assignments... Idk, I believe I'm just stupid. Somehow, I don't get stressed out easily, even when a due date is coming up and I haven't done much in my assignment. But that probably depends on the subject and how important it is for it to be done, otherwise I will start getting a little stressed. I don't believe that my problems should matter ever, because I've had a good childhood, a loving family, though occasionally, I have some problems with my dad otherwise we're usually fine. I mean, my friends and many other people have it worse than me so that's why I don't think my problems are relevant.

I can get childish and get distracted easily. Like, I could be doing an assignment or homework and after 30 seconds, I'm on my phone or doing something else 💀. Sometimes, I need things dumbed down for me because I'm just like, "what??"

I love comedy and laughing, it's just fun. I like memes and sending cursed memes to my friends or anyone else that happens to be on the same server I am. To be honest, I'm active 24/7 on discord and mostly active on one server because I socially suck to talk on any other. I'm not a fan of horror because obviously it's scary yet I like watching people play horror games 🤔.

I'm not a fan of physical affection, but it depends on who the person is and how comfortable I get with them like my family for example. My love language would be quality time I think but only a bit of physical affection if I'm comfortable enough ig 😕.

I've never been in a relationship before because I fear cheating, arguments, having a significant other bored of me and all the other problems. And because I'm not that interest in romance that much at the moment in my life

In regards to people having problems in their life and they vent to me, I find it hard to comfort them. I try to do my best but I suck at it. I usually don't know what to say and I wish I knew. It's not that I don't care, I do, I'm just more of a listener than a talker but I try to find some words to say in attempt to help. It's a little easier for me to comfort someone online than in person, I'd probably be silent.

I'm good at keeping secrets, I would take them to the grave, though sometimes I can forget depending on the secret. I can be a forgetful person, not only with some secrets but other stuff I'm suppose to remember 😭.

I love music, I can't tell what genre I like, I like many songs. I'm also an animal lover and currently doing animal studies, which mostly revolves around dogs at the moment but I'm looking forward for the cat part, I love cats, I have two of them.

I'm sorry for all this information, now that I look at it, that's alot. I'm sorry 😭🤚

A/N : Hi Anon! Thanks for sending this ask, I hope you're doing well (｡𓎆 𓎺 𓎆) Don't worry about the long descriptions, I don't mind! I think I'll pair you up with tfp Smokescreen !

TFP SMOKESCREEN

01 | Smokescreen has a way of making you feel at home. In the beginning, you were reluctant to open up, yet once you've gotten to know the playful mech, you find it easy to talk to Smokescreen. You enjoy listening to him ramble on and on and on and find no trouble comforting him when he needs to hear it. In return, Smokescreen is more than happy to speak on your behalf whenever you don't feel like talking. He may be enthusiastic by nature but he isn't pushy. He never forces you to do something you're not okay with and makes you feel safe. This is why eventually you opened up to him and both of you became fast friends.

Im actually bisexual gal.

I have  a short black hair, tanned skin, i wear boyish clothes or hoodies, but sometimes i wear skirts.

I also wear glasses sometimes.

My MBTI is INFP-T

My personality tbh, im actually shy and quiet  and also sensitive when i meet people or interact with someone, i might go akward or anxious but i did try my best to interact. If i comfortable around with that person i would  go in the flow like i might act bubbly or childish sometimes or even might giving hugs to anyone-

But i have to avoid being bad temper because of my mood or else i get hurt people feelings so i better be careful.

My hobbies which drawing, reading books/comics, Watching movies/anime, playing video games, listening music, playing piano or violin (still practicing) and sleeping.

Hello Anon! Thanks for sending this in. You didn't tell me if you'd prefer to be matched with someone from idw or tfp so I'm going to choose for you: I hope you don't mind :) I think I'll pair you with tfp Bumblebee ! It's nice to have someone like Bumblebee around when you feel shy. He doesn't mind being the one to start conversations - well, when it comes to Bumblebee before his voice box was restored, he was more of an ' actions speak louder than words ' kind of mech. He doesn't mind the initial awkwardness, if anything he helps soothes your nerves. Bumblebee is kind and understanding, taking after Optimus, he looks out for his teammates - including you.

The Scout is more than willing to accompany you when talking to others if it makes you feel better, and he's always so encouraging of your efforts. Once you open up to him, Bumblebee was thrilled to see just how passionate you are. He finds your lively nature endearing, appreciating the fact that you trust him enough to let him see this playful side of you. Bumblebee is supportive, always there to clap whenever you practice your violin. He's also caring, letting you sleep in his cab just a little longer, not having the heart to wake you up and send you home. As an ENFJ, he is drawn to your thoughtful nature - both of you appreciating deep and meaningful connections.

He likes to accompany you while you draw or watch movies, and his spark flutters whenever you offer to read to him. He cheers you on whenever you and Raf play video games and gets flustered when you switch up your style to wear skirts. Raf tells you it's because he finds you very beautiful either way, ignoring the shy beeps coming from behind him. But most importantly he loves your hugs.

He loves how you always seem to hug him, especially after an argument. Bumblebee knows that you don't mean the words you said when you were caught up with your anger, what matters to him is that you're trying and that you can feel better after talking to him about it.

Summary : “ I don’t think I can change the way I feel about you Prime,” You whispered in defeat, shrugging your shoulders. You look around, avoiding his gaze. You used to hate how you can never tell what he was thinking, but tonight, the expressiveness of his eyes – no, optics, nearly scared you.

The tall grass swayed with the wind, hypnotic under the half-moon looming above.

“ But we can’t always have what we want, can we?”

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime

Relationships: Optimus Prime/You, Optimus Prime / Reader, Optimus Prime & You

OPTIMUS was a giver.

He was kind, considerate, selfless. You can’t remember the last time he accepted anything for himself. His generosity had scared you at one point, because you can’t wrap your head around the fact that he would easily lay down his life for others, that he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt himself to protect you, that he would sacrifice everything for the sake of one person.

A Prime never puts himself first.

He was always the one to give, never to receive.

You watched him from afar, slowly approaching. Raf was the first one to spot you, and the child zipped past Miko and Jack, with a speed that would’ve given him a perfect grade in P.E, before hugging you. Soon enough, Jack and Miko followed – announcing your presence to the Base.

Once you peeled yourself away from the crowd of Autobots eager to greet you, you exchanged a few words with June, catching up on things. You and Ratchet even shared a few words, proving that it has indeed been a while since you visited.

In the end, your eyes landed on him, and you both shared a smile.

You spend the whole day with the kids, going on patrol and having lunch.

“ You’ve been traveling a lot, huh?” Miko clapped, leaning against your shoulder to look at your scrapbook. In under four months, you’ve managed to explore most of the cities in your country, earning yourself more than a handful of stories to keep the children entertained.

The afternoon peeled itself away, and before you know it, it was nightfall. You debated on whether you should ask Fowler for a ride or to ask Wheeljack to drop you off – but Optimus beat you to it, and here you are now, sitting with your legs tucked under your chin ( and shoes off, per request) against his driver’s seat.

The small crack by the window reminding just how cold the nights in Jasper could get.

“ Are you cold?” He asked, interrupting the silence.

“ Don’t worry about it.” You patted the steering wheel, “ I’m fine.”

Your fingers lingered against the surface, and you can feel the soft vibrations underneath, coaxing you to keep your hand there. Yet, you pulled away.  There was a certain kind of tension in the air, an intruder to your usual routine. The silence suggested that you’ve only met him today, even if you’ve had known him for months.

As much as you wanted to talk with him, your mouth just doesn’t work the way it used to around him.

What happened? You thought. What happened between us?

Usually, the cab would be filled with chatter, paired with your obnoxious laughter – “ Admit it Prime, you find my laughing annoying.” He would always deny it, and you hated how genuine he sounded when he claimed that your laughter reminded him of home.

It was only natural for the silence to suffocate the both of you, it was only waiting until one of caved.

“ Are you doing well?”

You can’t help but scoff at that. “ That’s very ambiguous. Physically? I’m fine. Mentally? That’s debatable. Emotionally? Let’s not even go there.”

You let out a weak laugh, but it sounded strained, forced – and Optimus must’ve sensed this, because his driving began to slow.

“ How’s – how’s Team Prime holding up? Any news on the Decepticons?”

He hesitated, nearly tumbling on his own words – and that never ceases to amaze you. Optimus was always the one for powerful speeches and moving words, to see him so unsure was unusual. You used to find it amusing, using it to poke fun at him. Now, it only made you sad – for what specific reason, you still don’t know.

As the dirt road behind you disappear under his wheels, Optimus told you what had happened the past few months. In your absence, you seemed to have missed a lot, and the Leader was more than willing to keep you up to date. Yet, that still wasn’t enough to chase away the silence – which would fight for every opportunity to leak through the seams of your conversations.

Once he ran out of things to say, you were back to listening to the asphalt road crunching under his tires.

You felt awful for not saying something - anything, but you just can’t.

There was a weight anchoring your heart, an uncomfortable weight that prevented you from saying his name on your tongue. It was like a foreign language you can’t pronounce, and so you opted to stay quiet – even if you both had to suffer for it.

“ Do you have a place to stay tonight?”

Your eyes slightly widen, giving away your surprise. “ You remembered that I sold my house ?”

While it was true that you had told him about putting your house up for sale, you didn’t expect him to actually remember it. You couldn’t even vividly recall the exact moment you’ve told him, hinting that it must’ve been something you’ve peppered into your mindless babbling weeks – no, months, ago.

And he still remembers it.

“ I remember.”

You ignore the heaviness in your heart.

“ I’m…I’m staying with my boyfriend.”

His driving stopped.

It wasn’t spontaneous – no, only Wheeljack and Smokescreen stops out of the blue. You had actually gotten a bloody nose once because of Wheeljack’s driving. You’ve never seen Optimus so concerned.

When you’re with the Prime, he was careful to slow down before hitting the breaks. Yet, you could still feel the sudden tension in his frame, the metal sizing up beneath you.

There was a moment, and you were forced to listen to the crickets outside – their chirping noisier than the sound of your breathing.

“ I see.”

He didn’t move, and you wanted to call him out for it – but you yourself were stuck, glued against the seat.

“ Optimus…” You finally croaked out.

He started the engine, only to have you open the car door, stepping out immediately.

You walked out of the road, hiking up a hill. You didn’t have to turn around to know that he was following you, his footsteps sending tremors all over the ground. Throughout the walk, you let your mind wander.

Memories began to flood your vision – you could still feel his lips against yours, ghosting against the column of your neck. His hands were warm, circling your waist, pushing back your hair. If you close your eyes, you’ll be able to hear his whispers in the dark, tracing down your skin. You’ve memorized the sound of his laughter by now, his rare and genuine moments of joy. Even when he was with you – his laughter was rare, but that didn’t stop you from etching it to the back of your mind.

You were starting to regret it, because these days it was the only sound you can hear whenever you’re alone.

There was a small stream beside you, the water trickling down a clump of rocks. The grass brushed your ankles, the dew soaking the socks peeking out of your shoes. Here, the isolation was enough to hide his towering frame from prying eyes.

You both stared at each other, waiting.

“ I’m glad to hear that…you are happy.”

For some reason, you hated how indifferent he sounded, how calm and collected he seemed. You wrapped your arms around yourself. At his words, you let out a chuckle.

Happy.

Were you happy?

You’ve only met your boyfriend a month ago. It was sudden, it was spontaneous, it was so unlike you – yet you didn’t have the heart to admit that it was more convenient than wanted. When things ended between you and Optimus, it was as if you’ve been pushed out of a boat and into the water. Out of fear, out of desperation – you’ve been trying to grab onto things to keep yourself afloat.

As cruel as it sounds, your boyfriend just so happens to be there. In the end, you’ve committed an act of selfishness, all because Optimus was too selfless to let you stay.

“ How do you know I’m happy?”

He raised his eyebrows at this.

The leaves rustled above you, shaking its branches against the breeze. “ I guess, I can be happy with him. He treats me well. He brings me flowers, he drives me home, he kisses me.”

At this Optimus tore his gaze away, staring at the flowers peeking out of the bushes.

“ I can be happy with him.” You ducked your head. “ But not as happy as I was with you.”

There was a stinging behind your eyes, trying to force out your tears – but you didn’t want to cry. Not now, not in front of him. Not when you know he could no longer bring himself to wipe them away, so you settled for tipping your head back, furiously blinking away the itch.

Your fingers wiped the corners, and you cleared your throat.

“ I can’t ask this from you.”

He sounded so defeated, so helpless, and you hated that. He was Optimus Prime, Leader of the Autobots. The symbol of hope, resistance, courage – so why did he sound so terrified standing before you?

You hated it.

“ Who made it your decision? It was mine too.” You argued, stepping forward. “ Yet, you didn’t even give me a chance to choose.”

Primes. You were a fool to think that you can offer him anything greater in magnitude than his primacy, than his duty, than his responsibility. When it comes to Optimus, you should have known that you could never be anything other than a liability.

A Prime is a martyr – a savior who needs to be willing to throw himself into the fire when asked. The fact that he was starting to second guess his choices when you came along was enough to scare him into ending things with you.

It was as if the thought of being selfish, even for a little bit, terrified him.

“ I don’t think I can change the way I feel about you Prime,” You whispered in defeat, shrugging your shoulders. You look around, avoiding his gaze. You used to hate how you can never tell what he was thinking, but tonight, the expressiveness of his eyes – no, optics, nearly scared you.

The tall grass swayed with the wind, hypnotic under the half-moon looming above.

“ But we can’t always have what we want, can we?”

When your eyes met, his expression was enough to make you cry. Even when you were back inside his cab, you couldn’t shake off the wounded look. For a fragment of a second, his face had shifted into one of sadness, longing, grief, regret.

Yet, he’s made his choice.

It was time for you to make yours.

When you reached home, your boyfriend was by the porch waiting for you. You had climbed out, thankful that the shadows paired by the distance concealed the empty driver’s seat. He looped his arms around your waist, twirling you around.

Your boyfriend leaned down to kiss you, and you complied, catching his lips. You spent some time by the walkway, with him embracing you. With your boyfriend’s back against the red and blue rig, you were able to watch Optimus parked under the trees – your eyes catching the way his side-view mirror reflected the tender moment.

You could almost imagine his expression, and that was enough for you to pull your boyfriend into another kiss, leaving you to listen to the sound of him driving away into the night.

That night, a part of you wished he had intervened. You wished that he had given in into his desires, into his want, into his selfishness – yet he didn’t, and you spent the entire night trying to shrug off your disappointment. You turn your body towards the window, watching as the curtains flutter against the breeze.

You could no longer feel the weight of the body next to you, and here, tonight – you feel more alone than you’ve ever been.

Optimus was a giver, you tell yourself.

He was kind, considerate, selfless. You can’t remember the last time he accepted anything for himself. Now, under the silver glow of the moon and the stillness of the night, you can remember why you were afraid of his generosity in the first place.

Optimus was a giver.

Then why does it feel like he had just taken something away from you?

A/N : I listened to The 1975′s Somebody else while writing this :,)

Will you look at the time, its sad O'clock. I love this song so much and it gave me the inspiration to write this one shot. I'm so sorry that I keep putting my characters in the same scenery, I'll try to be more diverse in my choice of...environment ? Tundra ? Setting. Yes, I'll try to explore different settings. I hope you guys like this, because I have major feels for OP and let's face it, the guy is always dying !!!

No one : Absolutely no one : Optimus : Due to personal reasons, I will be passing away

Like ??? Why ?? You did this, for what ??

Major martyr complex. This is something I had fun exploring, hope you're all well !

Summary : You knew how Optimus wanted to tell the team properly, but in between Decepticon attacks and the usual team trouble, the two of you just haven't found the right time to do it. It wouldn't be ideal if they knew by walking in on you smothering their leader.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning : Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category : F/M or General

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime

Relationship: Optimus Prime/You

YOUR smile widened when the roar of his fans grew louder, whirring in the background as you nip at his bottom lip.

You have to admit kissing a forty feet Autobot was easier to do in your head and perhaps you should have let him finish his work in peace.

He did promise that he'll make use of the mass displacement to spend time with you this evening - even if Ratchet has prohibited the team from using such Energon consuming abilities for recreational purposes. But Optimus finds it very difficult to say no to you, especially when you go around showing him just how impatient you can be.

So here you are now, kneeling on his chassis - both hands across his helm lips desperately trying to cover every surface of his face. You were relentless, devouring every noise he made and were they  obscene .

The little gasps grew into whines, and you were on the verge of making him  moan .

Who knew Primes could be so vocal.

You were an average kisser, but after some time it was hard to miss just what makes him tick. You know how he likes to be kissed, you know just when to use your tongue to catch him by surprise and you know just when to tease.

You pull away, breathless. " How are you holding up, Prime?"

He visibly swallowed, his lips glossed and eyes wide. Under your palms, you can feel his heat up, the same way your face is turning all shades of red. The Nevada heat was enough to leave the two of you panting - and he doesn't even need to breathe. Yet, his breathlessness must have been your own doing, considering that the servos holding you in place slightly began to wobble.

" Perhaps we should -" His voice was cut off as you place your lips on the cables by his neck, nibbling along the column. You hummed for him to continue, but he keeps getting caught off - leaving you to smile wickedly. He calls out your name a few times before you pull away, " Do you want to stop?"

He struggled with the words, staring mutely at you. You savored this moment, in this small bubble of yours - the war doesn't exist, the team was out on patrol, Ratchet was off to pick up Raf from school. You, a human, have single-handedly rendered the  mighty  Optimus Prime breathless and under your mercy. If that wasn't an ego boost, you don't know what is.

" Perhaps," He sighed, " We should.." You placed a fluttering kiss above his cheek, " We should continue this..for another time."

His fans whirred louder as you missed his lips, kissing the corner, " Oh? Okay...just one more then?"

" One last.." He scolded, but it came out as something you can only place as a grunt, " Before we stop."

You grinned, diving in, " Okay."

He ran a finger through your hair, petting it and you responded with more fervor.

His fans rumbled, whirring to the point where you can feel it’s vibrations against your skin.

You slipped your tongue inside, grazing his denta and he pulled away, exhaling. He placed a hand on your mouth, a sign that he needs to collect himself before he loses control - oh but you were tempted to make him snap.

Overcome by adrenaline, you  licked  his palm.

“  HONKKKKK  “

You shrieked at the noise, pulling away so quickly that you nearly fell off his palm if it wasn’t for his quick reflexes on catching you with the other.

” I apologize !” He pulled you up to his face.

You exhaled, clutching your chest,” Did- did you just honk at me ?”

” It was not my intention,” He trailed off bashfully,” I was simply... carried away.”

You blinked in surprise, before bursting into laughter. You got him so excited that he  honked  at you! The relief of not having crossed the line or hurting him allowed you to once more crawl towards him.

” You can make it up to me,” You whispered above his lips,” By-“

” Optimus is everything alright ?”

Shit .

Ratchet’s voice caused you to pull away, but Optimus was quicker, his sub-space parted and you fell inside.

” Nothing is amiss, old friend.” Optimus turned around, trying to muster a straight voice. “ Why did you ask?”

The slight waver in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, and you could hear his fans whirring gently in the background.

You can imagine Ratchet’s expression, his eyebrows raised in question while Optimus is trying his very best to conceal the fact that a few seconds ago, someone  had been tongue deep in his mouth .

“ Perhaps you’ve been working too much, your fans are telling you to rest!” Ratchet nagged. Optimus shifted, causing you to hit your elbow against the wall - causing a loud thud.

Ratchet’s movements halted, and in the dark, you pray that the medic didn’t hear that.

” Optimus,” He asked,” Where is she?”

” She went for a walk to clear her head.”

Silence, before Ratchet ultimately accepts the answer. Raf was there too, telling Optimus about his day in school and you prayed that the boy hadn’t seen them. Ratchet would  definitely  throw a wrench at you for tainting his apprentice.

Once they were gone, you tapped against the walls lightly. He let you out, where you took in a gulp of fresh air.

" I think that's enough for today," You joked, " I'm feeling a little breathless."

He tried giving you a reprimanding look, but it only withered to an amused one. " We should be more careful next time."

" Okay, okay," You chuckled.

You knew how he wanted to tell the team properly, but in between Decepticon attacks and the usual team trouble, the two of you just haven't found the right time to do it. It wouldn't be ideal if they knew by walking in on you  devouring  their leader.

You could still see the faint traces of bashfulness on his face and out of impulse you reach out to kiss it away, meeting his lips.

" WHAT THE FRAG?"

The two of you pull away, watching as the return party stood by the entrance with their mouths agape. You winced, watching as Optimus look away.

" Surprise?" You waved lamely - and that's when the chaos erupted.

A/N :  I love Optimus, I can't resist making this one shot of him after I saw a similar prompt on here where reader! accidentally activates Ratchet's sirens caused she got him so riled up hahaha - if you know who wrote it, please comment below, I'd like to credit them here <3

You can find more of my work in AO3 under sirensangel !