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I Can Feel You

Summary:

Metroplex x Reader 18+ smut storyline
Working in the Autobot city surrounded by giant aliens is lonely and you take to talking to the Titan even though you've been told he's dormant and not listening. Except, sometimes paths shift under your feet to move you out of the way of danger. Little things that make you more and more convinced that the massive city is awake. Reaching out.

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• Under your feet, the ground hums with a barely felt vibration that travels up through the soles of your shoes until you can feel it in your bones. Reaching out, you run your fingertips along the wall of the nearest building, the metal warm and alive. Because the city is alive, somnolent. Metroplex. You’ve heard the Autobots talking about the massive Cybertronian before. That the titan is aware of them, evident in the way a building will sometimes reshape itself. A walk way appearing where needed if Metroplex approves of you or just likes you. You talk to the huge Autobot sometimes, feeling a bit silly as you relay your day. Not even really sure why you started doing it, but there’s something about the big Cybertronian that just seems so lonely. If Metroplex is aware, he’s probably sick of hearing you ramble.

• As small as all the Cybertronians calling him home are, there’s an organic even tinier among them. Someone that actually talks to him, asking him questions and keeping him anchored when his mind drifts. He cares for them all, but when everyone talks about him like he’s not really there, someone speaking to him means so much. He’s everywhere, but a part of nothing. The Cybertronians he protects and shelters living lives he’s not a part of, watching but isolated. It’s a burden he’d accepted, until you.

• The touch of a tiny, little hand against him. That soft voice focusing him as he tracks you. Quietly moving obstacles out of your way, sliding a sidewalk under your feet when you’re about to round a corner and meet up with a bigger bot who’s unaware that you’re there. You make a startled noise, arms pinwheeling for balance as you’re gently redirected away from potential danger. And you smile for him. Thank him, warmth spreading through his spark. They’re all his to protect, but you? Always a priority.