Am i late? If yes ignore but i've had an idea
What if tfp decepticons (maby megs, shockwave and knockout) with a war weteran human friend?
Like maby the first meeting?
Hope i didn't broke any of your reqesting rules
Keep up the amazing work fam❤
➪ ,,GN! reader,, platonic relationship
➪ ,, TW!! ,, kidnapping,, war,, mentions of death, grief, suicidal intentions
• retiring from the united states department of defense after a severe injury, you had opted to finally settle down and build the business you had originally planned on having before enlisting yourself into the army
• coming back to your hometown, jasper navada, had been the easiest decision you had made in years. the small coffee shop you now owned at the center of the small town in the shopping district was always busy with customersretiring from the united states department of defense after a severe injury, you had opted to finally settle down and build the business you had originally planned on having before enlisting yourself into the army
• coming back to your hometown, jasper navada, had been the easiest decision you had made in years. the small coffee shop you now owned at the center of the small town in the shopping district was always busy with customers
• one of your regular customers was a nurse at the local hospital, ms. june darby, and she would stop by every morning before her work shift and order a strong but sweet drink
• occasionally her son would accompany her on her days off and they were always a pleasure to serve- however it seemed quite strange that they would arrive separately even when coming from the same home
• for some strange reason you always felt like the darby son's motorbike was watching
• one fateful Saturday morning during the autumn chill, you were marching across the parking lot with tradh bags slug across your shoulder
• when very distinct purple cars circling your business distracted you from walking in a straight line, you managed to walk right into the darby boy's bike and knock it over
• with a gasp you dropped you bags and hauled it back up, putting the kickstand back in place and apologizing profusely as if it could hear and understand you
• the purple cars took a sharp left around the corner and that was the last you had seen of them
• you managed to throw the trash bags in the dumpster before making your way back inside after giving the bike another guilty look a praying you hadn't dented the obviously expensive vehicle
• walking straight up to the two darbys at their usual table. "hello jack," you breathed, unsure how to tell this poor kid how you knocked over his prize possession, but you did
• "if you find any damages please call me and i will pay for them as soon as i can, i am so sorry i should have been paying attention"
• "no need LN," he had said rather kindly, "she- I have a personal mechanic friend who will buff her out if theres anything, no need to worry!"
• june gave him a look at his fumble of words but smiled back at you, "thank you for letting us know," and then added "are you going to be open next monday? my coworkers and i need a place to have monthly meetings and the place we usually visit is going out of business"
• with a nod and a few more exchanges, plus several more appologies to the teen, you left to do the rest of the days work before closing the shop
• the next day you had driven up to your little coffee shop and had walked halfway up to the front doors with your keys in you hand when one of those purple cars you had seen the day before sped up behind you
• you gripped the keys tighter, remembering your training from your previous job, and spun around, ready to fight this rich asshole and his rish asshile car
• however, the last thing you expected when to door swung open was for it to be utterly empty
• and then, even more shocking when the seat belts inside of the car lunged at you
• wraping intself around your arms. locking them in place, and your inside, where you flew to the other side of car, face first in the driver's window
• you managed to register the pain enveloping your forehead before promptly passing out
• when you woke, you did so with a massive migraine, and your were internally thankful that whoever who decided to kidnap you with their remote-control car had the decency to dim the lights
• after a few moments on just trying to fully wake up your limbs, you managed to reasing you were moving- someone was carrying you
• you sat up and immediately regretted it when everything around you started swim and your head started to sway
• blinking away the nausea and clenching your jaw shut, you finally were able to look at where you were and who was carrying you so effortlessly
• you were in the hand of a giant metal beast with a red 'v' on its face that glowed
• it wasnt looking at you, rather ahead as it continued to march down a dimmly lit hallway built for titains, and you passed so many more that looked just like him
• you gulped, clenching your fists and wincing when the points of the keys dug into your skin
• you still had your keys!!!
• probably wouldnt help much against robots bigger than your house though
• thinking about just jumping out of the things palm came to mind, but peering over the side of its hand and look down was enough to convince you "nope"
• during your interal panic you didnt notice that the robot had stopped walking
• whipping you head in all directions trying to find a way out of whatever the fuck this was
• the robots arm extended in front of him with in his hand, raising it higher "the human seen conversing with the autobot arcee," he announced and you froze
• you turned your head slowly to met with a silver chest,, level with what you would assume was maybe the bottom of a rib cage,, slowly your eyes traveled up, and up, and up
• and when your eyes met with the scariest thing you had ever seen in your god damn life, your sleep deprived and adrenaline running body jumped to your feet in the robot's hand and
• you threw you keys at his face
• yes because trowing your keys at it was the most logical solution (tbf it is like 7am and youve already been knocked unconscious and kidnapped by robots so logic isn't really at the forefront of your brain atm)
• a clang on metal on metal echoed in the room, and then you realized that the was filled with even more robots and they all stopped and stared, the ones that had faces looked gobsmacked as their jaws dropped
• it hit him square in the middle of his face, and then the soft gingle of the keys hitting each other as they fell one hundred feet to the ground
• the much larger and silver robot's face twitched as anger began to build in his expression
• trying to save your sorry ass, you open your mouth in attempt to apologize before he decided to kill you
• "sorry i havent had coffee yet"
• which then began a very alien friendship with two sleep deprived soldiers
• retiring from the united states department of defense after a severe injury, you had opted to finally settle down and build the business you had originally planned on having before enlisting yourself into the army
• coming back to your hometown, jasper navada, had been the easiest decision you had made in years. the small coffee shop you now owned at the center of the small town in the shopping district was always busy with customers
• one of your regular customers was a nurse at the local hospital, ms. june darby, and she would stop by every morning before her work shift and order a strong but sweet drink
• occasionally her son would accompany her on her days off and they were always a pleasure to serve- however it seemed quite strange that they would arrive separately even when coming from the same home
• for some strange reason you always felt like the darby son's motorbike was watching
• one fateful Saturday morning during the autumn chill, you were marching across the parking lot with tradh bags slug across your shoulder
• when very distinct purple cars circling your business distracted you from walking in a straight line, you managed to walk right into the darby boy's bike and knock it over
• with a gasp you dropped you bags and hauled it back up, putting the kickstand back in place and apologizing profusely as if it could hear and understand you
• the purple cars took a sharp left around the corner and that was the last you had seen of them
• you managed to throw the trash bags in the dumpster before making your way back inside after giving the bike another guilty look a praying you hadn't dented the obviously expensive vehicle
• walking straight up to the two darbys at their usual table. "hello jack," you breathed, unsure how to tell this poor kid how you knocked over his prize possession, but you did
• "if you find any damages please call me and i will pay for them as soon as i can, i am so sorry i should have been paying attention"
• "no need LN," he had said rather kindly, "she- I have a personal mechanic friend who will buff her out if theres anything, no need to worry!"
• june gave him a look at his fumble of words but smiled back at you, "thank you for letting us know," and then added "are you going to be open next monday? my coworkers and i need a place to have monthly meetings and the place we usually visit is going out of business"
• with a nod and a few more exchanges, plus several more appologies to the teen, you left to do the rest of the days work before closing the shop
• the next day you had driven up to your little coffee shop and had walked halfway up to the front doors with your keys in you hand when one of those purple cars you had seen the day before sped up behind you
• you gripped the keys tighter, remembering your training from your previous job, and spun around, ready to fight this rich asshole and his rish asshile car
• however, the last thing you expected when to door swung open was for it to be utterly empty
• and then, even more shocking when the seat belts inside of the car lunged at you
• wraping intself around your arms. locking them in place, and your inside, where you flew to the other side of car, face first in the driver's window
• you managed to register the pain enveloping your forehead before promptly passing out
• when you woke, you did so with a massive migraine, and your were internally thankful that whoever who decided to kidnap you with their remote-control car had the decency to dim the lights
• after a few moments on just trying to fully wake up your limbs, you managed to reasing you were moving- someone was carrying you
• you sat up and immediately regretted it when everything around you started swim and your head started to sway
• blinking away the nausea and clenching your jaw shut, you finally were able to look at where you were and who was carrying you so effortlessly
• you were in the hand of a giant metal beast with a red 'v' on its face that glowed
• it wasnt looking at you, rather ahead as it continued to march down a dimmly lit hallway built for titains, and you passed so many more that looked just like him
• you gulped, clenching your fists and wincing when the points of the keys dug into your skin
• you still had your keys!!!
• probably wouldnt help much against robots bigger than your house though
• thinking about just jumping out of the things palm came to mind, but peering over the side of its hand and look down was enough to convince you "nope"
• during your interal panic you didnt notice that the robot had stopped walking
• whipping you head in all directions trying to find a way out of whatever the fuck this was
• the robots arm extended in front of him with in his hand, raising it higher "the human seen conversing with the autobot arcee," he announced and you froze
• you turned your head slowly to met with a silver chest,, level with what you would assume was maybe the bottom of a rib cage,, slowly your eyes traveled up, and up, and up
• and when your eyes met with the scariest thing you had ever seen in your god damn life, your sleep deprived and adrenaline running body jumped to your feet in the robot's hand and
• you threw you keys at his face
• yes because trowing your keys at it was the most logical solution (tbf it is like 7am and youve already been knocked unconscious and kidnapped by robots so logic isn't really at the forefront of your brain atm)
• a clang on metal on metal echoed in the room, and then you realized that the was filled with even more robots and they all stopped and stared, the ones that had faces looked gobsmacked as their jaws dropped
• it hit him square in the middle of his face, and then the soft gingle of the keys hitting each other as they fell one hundred feet to the ground
• the much larger and silver robot's face twitched as anger began to build in his expression
• trying to save your sorry ass, you open your mouth in attempt to apologize before he decided to kill you
• "sorry i havent had coffee yet"
• which then began a very alien friendship with two sleep deprived soldiers
• you had been living in jasper, a quiet, little town in, quite literally, the middle of nowhere- or the dessert, whatever you wanna call it
• you had retired from the air force three years ago after your copilot/best friend and you had crashed your jet during a test fly of a new prototype
• you were the only one to come out unscathed, and the military compensated you for your grief, offering a large sum of money, already paid for therapy treatments, and the option to leave the air force then instead of the seven more years that was listed on your signed contract
• you were still quite young when you left, and you didnt really have plans for after
• your friend and you had planned on moving to seattle, renting out a just big enough apartment so you both could explore the city of fine arts and live the rest of your lives comfortably
• now, you couldnt even imagine going anywhere near washington state
• the only thing you had left of your dear friend was some werid chipped bone they found near the base and had stayed up all night to wrap wires around it and slide inba chain, making a necklace out of the odd find
• which they had gifted you a month later, because they knew you, and they knew you liked to collect odd trinkets and stones since you were a child
• so, you googled, "most remote towns in the us" and jasper navada was on the list,, you packed bags and skipped town
• which now, three years later, seemed to be the worst decision you ever made, considering the town was now infested with giant alien robots, the town was mostly evacuated and in ruins, and a fucking metal castle type shit was now overlooking the entire town
• you simply had given up
• and while it rained, you decided, since ever ither decision ive made in my clearky worthless existence, i might as well end it with another dumb and illogical decision
• and you laid out in the street, arms and legs spread wide as if you were trying to make a snow angel in the angry rain
• you ignored the thumping of one of those purple dudes approaching and just closed your eyes
• the cyclops scientist was wondering around the secured town that megatron had efficiency taken over after the discovery of the autobot base and it's destruction
• he had discovered reading of a predicon fossil in the area, which seemed rather too lucky for him to believe
• the tumping stopped, and there was pasue as the rain water patted againt the robot's armor gently
• "what are you doing?" it asked politely
• "...existing, i guess," was your inspirational response
• "that is not a complete answer"
• "well, its the only answer ive got right now," you grumbled, eyes closed and body soaked, "and quite frankly, i wouldnt care to answer you truthfully if i had one anyways."
• there was silence, and as the rain picked up, you had expected him to continue his patrol around the crumbling town
• that however was not the case
• "your responce and behavior is extremely illogical. you do not act afraid as other humans do. explain."
• that made you open you eyes in confusion
• you blinked up at the robot curiously, and what met your two eyes, was his singular one
• you stared at him for a moment before figuring, what the hell, and, what else do i have to loose then spilling my woes to a robot with a gun for a hand
• "theres no point in caring about my life or anyone elses when everyone on this planet is going to die anyways," you mumble
• usually, the heat of jasper made rain warm, but that seemed to not be the case today, and you shivered as you laid in the middle of the road, without a care at the complete mercy of some random one-eyed robot
• "might as well lay outside and feel something before the inevitable happens. theres nothing left for me on the stupid planet if you guys decide earth isnt worth the effort of a genocide anyways."
• he stared at you quietly, processing your words
• the pitter patter of rain against his metal body was a beautiful rhythm, and you soaked into the sound as much as your ears allowed before you impending doom
• the silence stretched on for several minutes, and the a different sound came from him- the sound of a robot moving its limbs
• and then you were lifted off the ground, gently scooped into his one good hand, and peered up at him skeptically at such tenderness
• he rose his gun/arm thing above you as you laid limply in his palm with a frown, and he shielded you from the rain
• "I stand corrected, human, your response was quite logical. i cannot allow such an emotionally intelligent creature to perish so pathetically."
• you continued to stare at him
• "would you humor me with your opinion on my work?" he queried, and you didnt see why not, so you agreed absent mindedly
• he pressed you against his massive chest plates, his gun still sheilding you from the cold rain, and then his vents turned on, blowing hot air on your body
• you smiled for the first time at the warmth as the robot walked with you in his grasp towards the metal castle like building that he soon informed you was a replica of the decepticon's headquarters on his home planet
• he was very much aware of the small piece of cybertronian history you had wrapped around your neck, but it was much too tiny to have any effect on his actual project, so he allowed you to keep it- it was merely a crumb and wouldn't prove to be of any use, unfortunately
• in truth, shockwave had been lonely- so terribly loney as he patched his wounds on a deserted planet and was left to rot alone for several million years
• lonely enough to find comfort in the wobbly words of a primitive species
• lonely enough to scoop up said human and decide that he wanted a friend who could battle what he thought to be illogical and convince him otherwise
• lonely enough to notice the shiver the human gave when rain continued to hit them while being held in his wet servo
• and maybe you were lonely too
• coming home from war was like walking into a different reality. nothing felt the same around you, and you didn't feel the same inside.
• you had seen and handled so many dying soliders. countless
• you felt numb when you dropped you bags at the front door of your apartment
• missing limbs from bombs, bullet wounds in non fatal and extreamly fatal places, watching them die because there was nothing more you could with the primitive equipment they allowed you to bring to the battlefield
• having to count the seconds until they finally stopping breathing, look at your watch, and announce "time of death, eleven forty-six, date, January seventh" and then having to write, sign, fold, and seal those letters and death certificates to the families praying to their religious gods that their child came home safe and sound
• and when the conflict had finally settled, you immediately resigned
• you refused to treat another patient
• so when you finally got home, back to your cozy and slightly too expensive apartment, you did the only thing that ever eased your nerves before you became a responsible adult: street racing
• when you arrived to the scheduled meeting place, you covered your license plates incase the cops arrived and you needed to make a get away quickly without getting into any trouble if you managed to speed away before you were caught
• the reward money was why you had started racing in the first place,, your mom was sick and as a teen there were only so many things you could do to pay the bills, pay for your mom's medical treatment, and still have some left just to eat
• but she had died anyway, and you soon dived into medical school, paying every penny off with your racing
• and then you ran off to war to heal people who would die the next day anyway
• you rolled up next to a fancy red car who's tires had yellow rims and engine's impressive roar
• a skimpy woman wearing anything that could barely be considered clothes aproached the front of the vehicles, a checkered flag in hand
• she rose her arm up high so everyone could see and the crowd that came to watch quieted
• "GO!!" she yelled and swung her arm down
• you pressed your foot on the pedal until the bottom of it hit the floor of the car and your face got red with the amount of pressure you were using and your knuckles turned white with the grip on the wheel you had
• after several minutes of racing you had began to sob, not even focused on winning but rather just wishing this race would ease your interal pain
• your vision began blurring and fat ugly tears ran down your face in globs and you clenched your eyes shut, foot on the pedal, leaned forward, and screamed
• you screamed until your voice was horse and you kept your eyes closed because you would rather crash into who knows what than open your eyes again
• right into that shiny red car with that mysterious driver that never left his car and always drive off before anyone could knock on his window and throw cash at his face
• you did hit the breaks after a moment of literally pushing the red car in front of you
• through your eyelids you could see the headlights of other racers speeding past until everyone was gone
• and once everyone was finally long gone, knockout, absolutely en-fucking-raged transformed
• he took one good look at his wrecked plates and his scratched paint and steam started coming out of his vents in pure anger
• the driver of the car hadn't gotten out, what he assumed was them seeing his true form and being too terrified to move, which amused his greatly
• however that was not the case and he learned so when he knelt down to yell at them through the windshield and threaten to crush him- but he stopped short
• through the glass he realized that the petty human hadnt even notcied him at all
• instead, their head was pressed against the streering wheel with their arms coving the top of their head and their hand gripping their hair painfully as they sobbed
• racing had not relieved any interal pain as you had hoped
• knockout, wasnt sure if he wanted to actually go through with all the vile things he had planned on doing the moment of the collision, or if he wanted to awkwardly leave
• and then, while peering at the human through the windsheilds, he noticed the the medical papers in the passenger seats and the copies of death certificates and then the human's medical license
• and then he remembered breakdown
• he under understood completely and so he decided not to inflict his wrath on the troubled human who was too deep in their sorrows to even notice the alien titan watching them cry pathetically
• and so he sat down next to the other wrecked car and allowed himself to cry too
• he could buff himself out later
