i accidentally posted it before ops

anonymous asked:

I read your scenario about TFP Knockout, Smokescreen, & Optimus Prime realizing their feelings for potential human s/o. If it's ok with you, would you mind a continuation? If not, said human crush likes them back but never confessed before so they try to figure how to confess properly. The mechs accidentally heard them say to themselves " I'll just say I love you romantically, (said mech name)!". They're confident until they realizes the mechs were behind them. The mechs' reaction to this?

I’m going to post these in different replies so be on the lookout for the other two. Optimus goes first because we all love our boss bot. I’m putting a spin on this one because I can’t see the reader being caught like that. Not in front of OP at least. Here’s the first part of the story so you can refresh your minds. And because it is 3am and I want to get this out there, it’s a cliffhanger. Sorry not sorry ;)

TFP Optimus

You met team prime after you noticed Raf, one of your smartest students was missing more and more class. You had followed him out to the curb one day after school where he waited for his ride to pick him up. You tried to make conversation but he was becoming more and more nervous as time ticked by. The real reason you were out here was because you were hoping to snag a moment to talk to his mother or father about his increasing absences. When a yellow Camaro pulled up with tinted windows and no driver you weren’t letting Raf get in concern for his safety. Long story short Raf and “Bumblebee” managed to get you into the car and soon conned you into being an after school teacher for him and two other students. Base life was easy enough, the bots came and went on missions and you got along well with Ratchet and the Autobot leader Optimus. You pretty much became “Den Mother y/n”. You would make snacks and meals for the kids and pick up anything that could possibly help the bots. You did most of this without being asked and not expecting any thanks. But of course as you went about your business someone was watching you from afar.

After a long Saturday session of tutoring the kids he decided that would be a good time to approach you. The kids had already taken their snacks and moved on to play their video games out of ear shot. You were leaned back in a chair both arms over your face in an uncomfortable position. When he called out to you you startled awake. Apologizing, he asked if you were ready to return home for the day. He watched as you looked back at the kids, frowned and then said you were ready to go. When you started making your way to Bumblebee, he stopped you and told you he would be driving you home today. Your face morphed into one of concern as he transformed and popped open his passenger door. As you both barreled through the desert he began to express his gratitude for what you had been doing for the kids and his team. When you finished he noticed your face had grown into a smile that stopped his spark for a second. You told him not to worry about it and that you didn’t mind doing the small things. They know he works hard and that he shouldn’t have to worry about everything. As he pulled up to your home you didn’t reach for the door and he didn’t move to open it. You awkwardly mentioned how nice it was outside and he took the hint. He started up his engine and was on the move again. With no destination in mind he moved along the outskirts of the town. He would keep his new feelings to himself. He wouldn’t risk this new budding relationship.


Continued…

 

Months have gone by since you began your after school tutor sessions with the kids. So many months in fact that now it’s the last day before school is out and summer begins. You’re sitting at your desk now supposedly being on the lookout for anyone who may be cheating on their final exams. You can’t help but zone out as the silence in the room gives you time to think. The other teachers had been gushing in the faculty room about their vacations out of this hell hole, too far away paradises with less desert. As they had prattled on the gnawing feeling of anxiety settled into the pit of your stomach again. With summer starting the kids wouldn’t be needing a tutor anymore, or at least till the school year started up again. So when Kathy, a fellow teacher asked what your plans were for vacation you came up with the lame excuse of visiting your parent’s home in “___”. The loud ringing of the last bell cut off your thoughts as students lined up to hand in their exams. One by one the students handed off their papers to you at the door until none were left and you were surrounded by the droning noise of kids out in the hall.  Truth be told you were waiting for someone, anyone among “Team Prime”, to ask you about your summer plans. Fishing to drop the sad bomb of “nothing” with a nonchalant air about yourself. Pitiful. You thought to yourself as you shuffled the papers and let out an exasperated sigh as you flopped into your chair. If you were being really honest with yourself, you were more miffed that Optimus hadn’t asked what your plans were. Though as soon as the thought entered your head you quickly pushed it out. Optimus had more important things to worry about then your sad excuse for a summer. Like a civil war.

You and he had become closer over the past months. Ever since he took it upon himself to drive you home that one day it had become a happy ritual after almost every tutoring lesson. But of course that had come after the attempts to stay at the base longer after the lessons ended. In the beginning you two would only discuss in a casual manner. How the kids were doing in school, how the war effort was progressing, the weather. Though as time moved on so did both of you, and the effects of the battles Optimus fought began to show more than ever. Throwing caution to the wind you had asked him how he was feeling, as himself and not as the leader of the Autobots. He had stared at you for a long time after you asked that. Probably weighing if it was even worth telling you at all, but in the end he did. So much pain and grief was unloaded then that your head had trouble wrapping around just how he or any being could keep this to themselves. When he finished he had apologized, an annoying trait you had come to realize was a habit of his. You waved him off saying it was fine and that if he ever needed to talk, you would be there for him. He had agreed to those terms only if you would speak to him in the same manner. You knew there wasn’t much you could do in a sense of actually “helping” Optimus defeat the Decepticons, but if you could help him stand a little straighter, so the weight of the world wasn’t crushing him, you’d do it in a heartbeat. You’d also found out in this short amount of time that Optimus had a somewhat dorkish sense of charm to him. In the rare occasion that he did make a joke you always laughed, and that seemed to make his optics brighten slightly. Speaking of his optics, you let out a shuddering breath. He always seemed to be watching you. Just blatant staring or side eyeing you. You weren’t sure why, but you could never turn to meet his stare because you were afraid what he might see. You had contemplated trying to amp up the flirtatious behavior between you to, but chickened out at the last minute when the opportunity would arise. A thought came to you just then. A bold thought. To just tell him how you felt. What did you have to lose? You and the kids had planned a small end of the year party tonight at the base, you could tell him then. And if you made a fool of yourself, you could just hide away for the rest of the summer.

“Perfect” You said aloud as you placed the exams into your bag. Now just to figure out how you were going to do this.

“Hey Optimus, I’d like to get to know you better” No.

“Hey BossBot! You and I should spend some more time alone more often” Definitely Not.

“Optimus, I like you more than just a friend”

“Who do you like more than just a friend?!” came the telltale shout of Miko in the doorway giving you a minor heart attack in the process.

“What?” You gasped with your hand to your chest in startled panic.

“You were talking about how you like someone more than a friend!” she exclaimed slamming her hands on the desk. “You gotta tell me Ms/Mr. (Y/N)! I can keep a secret!” she grinned over at you. And as much as you loved Miko, you knew that was horse shit. Composing yourself you raised up out of your seat grabbing your bag.

“I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about Miko. You must have misheard me.” You clipped in your “teachers” voice. Which only made Miko squint her eyes and pout.

“Whatever” She threw her hand out as if brushing it away. “Just hurry up! Bulkhead is picking us up today, we’re gonna listen to all of my favorite songs!” she said grinning wickedly.

All you could do was cringe at the thought of the hour long journey ahead of you as you shut off the light and closed the door behind the both of you.


A dual ache had settled in your head as the night droned on. The drive had been more than excruciating. Between the loud music and the constant bickering between Miko and Jack, the whole ride had been painful. Now you sat with your head hanging and arms dangling over the railing of the upper level. The loud metal music still blaring in a far corner of the room was not helping either. The night had not been going as you planned.

“Are you alright (Y/N)?” The rumbling baritone voice that always seemed to shake you to its core asked. You gripped the railing and whipped your head up so quick you thought you may have given yourself whiplash.

“Optimus!” you exclaimed face turning red at earlier thoughts. “No! I’m fine really, ride here was just a little more unhinged them I’m use to” you said smiling up at him.

He gave a rumbled “mmm” of his acknowledgment, followed by silence and that unnerving stare. Then continued on with “Now that the children’s education is finished for the year, I would assume your lessons are no longer needed”.

Ouch, you thought and it must have registered on your face because Optimus was now backpedaling on his words. Hard.

“I meant no offense” He hurried on, “I only meant that you will now have more free time to endeavor in your hobbies”.

Double Ouch. If it didn’t feel like you were being kicked out before, it did now. And now the pieces of your haphazard plan were crumbling before you. The internal battle you were having on whether or not to trudge on or bail out were flipping back and forth in your mind. And the blue glow of his optics boring into you were not helping.

“(Y/N)” He said letting out a long vent. Just the way he said your name made the decision.

Fuck it. You said to yourself and stared into his eyes straight on.

“Optimus, I think we-“ and was abruptly cut off by Mikos screech of lyrics.

“SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER” She sang and threw, what had to be, every piece of homework and schoolwork she had in yours and Optimus direction.

 As it rained down over you and over the balcony you let out a long sigh and closed your eyes trying to rein in your frustration.  In the distance you could hear the raspy yell from Ratchet about the mess and Miko’s gleeful laughter. It was then you decided that this was fates way of saying this was a horrible idea.

“What was that (Y/N)? Optimus had broken eye contact to observe all the papers flying with a straight face.

“I think I should go home” You muttered placing a hand over your face and moving to grab your jacket. You could hear his foot falls following you as you went.

“Then I will take-“But you cut him off with a wave of your hand as you shrugged on the jacket.

“It’s alright” you breathed as you placed your bag on your shoulder. “I’ll ask Ratchet. God knows he needs to get out of here before he blows a fuse” you said laughing a hollow chuckle as you made your way down the ladder, and with one last look you met Optimus’s optics

“See you around Optimus” you smiled a smile that you knew didn’t reach your eyes. And with those last words you turned on your heal and walked briskly in the direction of Ratchet. All while those blue optics seared into your back.

a salty list of things people should stop doing made by a very tired jaune-loving AND jaune-critiquing dirty gremlin who wants to live in peace

  1. stop posting hate in his character tag. you can either split up his name with slashes (jau/ne arc) or use the tag jaune h8 (was popular around volume 2/the hiatus afterwards). not only is this better for people who like jaune, but stops the more annoying, shittier jaune fans from getting up in your face (bc they exist and also make me want to die too)
  2. I am aware most people have probably accidentally put hate in the tags just by saying his full name in the post, inserting a slash takes 2 seconds. 
  3. for the love of god, don’t reblog with your unwanted and unnecessary jaune hate on any post that isn’t hating on him. i’ve had this done to me before and it’s just really annoying. especially when it’s blatantly obvious the op likes jaune arc, you’ve done nothing but be an asshole towards someone. 
  4. stop being an asshole on jaune critiques. basically the opposite of the last one. there’s a difference between critiques and hate, it’s not that hard to play spot the difference and even easier to stop playing the victim. if you feel you need to reply, do it like a nice human being and respect that they may personally dislike the character
  5. stop looking for a fight. dont play devil’s advocate, stop deliberately going in tags and insulting people for being on either side of loving/hating jaune. stop calling people stupid for not liking jaune and telling them to go watch something different.
  6. STOP CLAIMING JAUNE IS A MILES SELF-INSERT IT’S LITERAL BULLSHIT
  7. STOP CLAIMING JAUNE IS A MAIN CHARACTER TO EXCUSE HIS SCREEN TIME THAT IS ALSO LITERAL BULLSHIT

anonymous asked:

is it petty of me to check the source of a post before i like or reblog it? b/c i've found myself doing that a lot today with the influx of the last jedi posts to make sure i'm not reblogging from any jyn antis (which is, to my constant disappointment and no one's surpise, pretty common).

Not at all!

Or if it is, I’m petty with you. I quite regularly choose not to reblog things I otherwise like (say, elegant Cassian manips), purely because the OP is an anti, and I’ve TS’d some of the worst offenders just in case I accidentally miss that they’re the OP. I don’t expect other people to check or care about … lol, ethically sourced Star Wars, but I reallyyyy don’t want them on my blog.

FWIW, when it comes to TLJ stuff, I generally skip—uh, certain obnoxious anti-Kathleen blogs and see if there’s a @clubjade version I can reblog instead.