Scourge: A Weak, Useless Planet Filled With A Weak, Useless Specie-

Scourge: A weak, useless planet filled with a weak, useless specie-

Y/N:

Scourge: Oh primus I can't not fuck them

Scourge: ...the planets okay I guess... the organics, too

Specifically one organic, yeah. Y/N is Scourge’s only favorite thing in earth tbh.

Later on in their relationship:

Y/N: hey remember when you were about to destroy my planet ?

Scourge: haha that was a prank, i never meant that actually hahha I love yo- I mean I love earth!!

Don't mind me, I'm just trying to pick all my pieces up off the floor and they keep slipping through my fingers on account of I'm crying and shaking.

Optimus: Now you're going to die

Y/N: No, now I'm going to makeout with him!!

Also yea I meant Scourge and not Mirage, eeby brain strikes again 😭😭

once again, y/n out here saving the world by giving Scourge a kiss. that's it. roll the credits

since bringing mass murderer of incalculable lives Megatron on board the Lost Light was such a huge success, bringing mentally unstable ancient gladiator Galvatron on board will surely go just as well

Gently lays down. I want to tell Swerve that I like listening to him talk and that I genuinely love having him around and that he deserves to be listened to more- you don't have to do a write or headcanons if you don't feel it I just want Swerve to know he's loved and the world needs to HEAR IT

Anon listen you’re so right here have some headcanons as a treat

Based on me n a couple of buddies going over what makes a cybertronian physically attractive/cybertronian beauty standards (which I will go into another time) Swerve is actually pretty hot! However it's canon that a mech will prefer someone's personality over their looks, and that's why Swerve gets no bitches

If Swerve ever found out how big of a fanbase he has online, he would explode, reform, and then explode again. Not only does he have an autistic fascination with humans, he would be THRILLED to know we have an autistic fascination with him.

He knows undertale exists, and yes sans is his favorite character.

I really think he's smart. That bitch must have a LOT of memory to contain all of human media plus cybertronian knowledge plus bartending knowledge PLUS his old degree (he's educated!!) And I think this is why he and Skids and Nautica get along. They are all fucking nerds

I'd love to start a podcast with him. Like a weekly Lost Light podcast with a catchy af name. Just talking about whatever went down the last few days, he does little advertisements for his bar, reader gets to bring up new human concepts to him/learn cybertronian concepts n stuff. Just overall good cheerful fun.

Swerve is nonbinary, or at least doesn't abide by a binary in general. Gender is a human concept and for cybertronians it just doesn't make much sense. If you were LGBT+ on the lost light he'd be your number one supporter. That's all for now! I love me some Swerve boi

Hi! May I request a sfw

Drop kick (Bumblebee movie) x GN!Reader, I just need some fluff from an under appreciated con, maybe it’s just: I hate humans, except you.

An Exception

Dropkick X GN! Reader

I just know you’d be the only one he’d treat right

"Dropkick, report your whereabouts" Shatter hissed through the comms as she flew around, scanning around the area for her burden of a partner that would often sneak off.

"You're in trouble" You laughed a bit as you polished his shoulder plates, Dropkick would always come to visit you whenever he'd fly by. Giving him a nice little wax or polish was a way you liked to show him how much you cared.

"Well, I'm busy at the moment so she'll have to wait" His servo wrapped around your back and pulled you in closer, flashing you a sharp smile.

You were the only human he hesitate not to kill. When you first found him he was tied up in chains, unable to move. This all happened a while ago, yet you still remembered it as if it was yesterday. His optics were a clear giveaway he wasn't a guy to mess with, murder written all over his face, and his demeanor felt heavy and scary. You still didn't know why you did it, but something inside you told you to help him.

He was hesitant to your touch, never having anyone who treated him with such kindness and care. Being in a state of such vulnerability he wasn't sure if he even wanted you to help, but he allowed it. Allowing you to grab the chains that intertwined between his blades and the crooks of his mechanical body, untangling them, and freeing him from his captured state. Ever since then, he'd sneak off during small missions or in search of more Autobots to spend time with his favorite thing, you.

"Woah there big guy!" taken by surprise by his sudden grab, you dropped the rag you were using to wax him and held onto his chassis. His red optics glued to your face, he loved seeing all the different expressions he could make you show.

He disliked humans, couldn't stand them, called them stupid and insignificant with their primitive technology and small weak bodies. But he doted on you, he enjoyed your company, loved hearing your voice through his audials, not allowing any harm to come to you was a major priority to him.

"You're being especially touching today"

He shrugged a bit and picked you up gently, setting you down on his chassis. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his servo on your back and softly stroked it.

"I want to enjoy as much of you as I can" His voice mixed with a flirtatious and serious tone. "It's not like every day I get to see you"

He knew when to be gentle and when he could tighten his grip around you, something about your very presence relaxed every circuit in his body. You flooded his processor with what he learned humans would call love, and if he could, he'd make you his sparkmate, taking you off this while of rock planet.

"But you can," You said with a little whine. "Dropkick, we can see each other every day if only you took me with you" You held his cheek plates and gave him a little pout. He let out a small annoyed sigh and lightly gripped your waist.

"We've had this conversation before, I won't take you with me, it's for your safety"

"Oh come on, since when do you care so much about safety." Crossing your arms and looking away, Dropkick growled softly and placed a digit under your chin, making you face him. Your cheeks quickly heated up, feeling a blush spread across your face. He leaned in close to your face, wanting to feel your warm breath against his steel face.

"I don't, but you’re important to me". His optics looked deeply into your eyes, almost as if he was trying to communicate with just a stare. Many should find the bright red glow of his optics to be scary, intimidating even. But for you, they felt peaceful, you knew the mech behind those killer eyes and you loved him.

Giving him a small nod, you laid your head in the crook of his neck, letting the silent moment you shared with him sink in, he gently strokes the back of your head and laid it still once it traveled down to your back. He’d often like to give you a little squeeze, enjoying how soft your body was, finding it amusing to hear your little yelp whenever he’d do it.

“You sure you can’t spend the night?” Holding his helm in your hand, giving him a quickly soft kiss. His optics looked at the clock mounted on your wall and back at you, knowing Shatter would probably scold him if he didn’t get back.

“I don’t see any harm in staying” He let out a husky chuckle and pressed his forehelm onto yours. You pushed off of him happily and punched the air,.

“Yes! Stay right here ok! I'll be right back!” Excitement written all over your face, you rushed back inside your home, gathering some blankets and a projector to watch a movie with him.

Watching you run off with such joy made his spark burn brighter, turning on his radio he managed to get in contact with Shatter.

“Dropkick where have you been, don’t tell me you’re with that human again". Hearing her roll her optics with annoyance in her tone.

“And what if I am”

“You’re always complaining about how much you hate the humans”

“I do, but they're an exception. I like this one”.