stars - o.p.

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it's hard to write for optimus. i wrote this instead of doing my final's hw lmao enjoy!

warnings: i didn't read it a second time bc i'm tired

words: 716 kinda short but yehaw

requested? ya by 

optimus prime x female! reader

3:35 AM.

You watched the same number blink across the alarm clock until the next minute hit. You've done this for an hour, but technically, you've done it for, what? Days? Weeks? Who knows. You've done everything you could possibly do to make yourself fall asleep, tried multiple medications you never even knew existed. None of them worked. I mean, you'd fall asleep for maybe an hour, two if you're lucky.

3:40 AM. 

Sighing, you ran your hands down your face, might as well start your day early. Sliding out of bed with your blanket, your bare feet touched the cold floor which sent a shiver running up and down your spine. Putting on your socks, you walked out of your room wrapping your blanket around yourself tighter. It was the middle of December, so while it's cold, the stars were beautiful in the blackness of the early morning.

You walked outside into your backyard and looked up at the sky. What met your eyes was inky blackness with amazing shining stars. You sat on the ground with your blanket still wrapped around you. You'd wash it later. You allowed yourself to get lost in your thoughts, which didn't last long as you heard the tell tale sound of a truck coming into your driveway and the sound of something shifting, or transforming if you may. And a moment later Optimus Prime was stepping into your backyard as quietly as he could, which wasn't that quiet since he was over eight feet tall. 

Optimus knew about your insomnia, which led him to try different tactics to get you to sleep, which was usually a drive to who knows where until you were peacefully asleep. It's been a long time since that happened, three months to be exact, Optimus was always busy, but took the time out of his busy life to help you with your insomnia. Deep down, he felt bad, he kept thinking about you getting no sleep and waking up in the early morning, trying to coax yourself back to sleep and taking medications. It tore him up inside that he wasn't with you every second of every day. 

"Hey, Optimus," you said, a small smile gracing your face as you looked up him, he was such a sight for sore, sore eyes. "Hello, (Y/N)," bright blue optics piercing your own (E/C) eyes. He let out something similar to a sigh as he seen the dark colored bags under your eyes. "It always seems as if the stars are even prettier during the cold months, don't you think?"

Optimus looked up with you, his eyes skimming the shining sky as a feeling of homesickness washed over him, he missed Cybertron. But he knew he couldn't go back. Closing his optics, he looked down at you, the homesick feeling slowly vanishing. You were his home now, the reason he stays and fights the Decepticons. All for you. Optimus snapped out of his daze as he heard you sniffle and rub your nose with the back of your hand. "Follow me," Optimus told you, as he want back to the driveway and went back into his alt. form, and opening the door for you, "Get in, it's cold out."

You obeyed and got inside, heat filling up your body from his heater. Pulling out of your driveway, you asked him where you were going with him replying through his radio that you'd be there soon. You enjoyed the warmth that he gave you as you looked out of the window, not a single car in sight. You eventually end up on a highway and felt yourself dozing off, and you shut your eyes for a while. You felt Optimus come to a stop and when you opened your eyes, you were at lost for words.

In front of you was the most beautiful view of the dark sky filled with millions, maybe even billions, of stars. "Optimus, Wh—This is beautiful. Wow. Thank you," you told him, your eyes still looking up at the sky in awe. "You're welcome," Optimus said quietly through his radio, you leaned back against the seat, you hadn't even noticed that you lifted off of it. The warmth of the heater and your blanket along with the purring of Optimus's engine quickly lulled you to sleep.


"Sleep well, (Y/N)."

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