#bumblebee x you

[snipersfucker]

An apology, but we all want to read how they are inside and possibly the Autobots lose control when what they have been imagining for so long happens (like Mirage / Bee / or Optimus) you made us addicted to you writing

there are special little places where yall can get help with your addiction!! im not the remedy!! (i bite the walls every single time i get a compliment) ALSO lets just pretend bees vocal cords werent ripped out to the point he couldn't moan like a slut :) dubcon:/

Bee was desperate.

The way your hips swayed when you walked, the way the soft tone of your voice echoed in the insides of his helm, the way you'd wrap your fragile fingers around his steering wheel and squeeze it ever so slightly in a playful manner—he needed you.

And one day, after spending countless nights on imagining you stretched out on his throbbing spike, your tits bouncing with every slap of his hips against your bare ass, he finally got the honour of actually seeing you underneath him, not just picturing it in his mind.

Bee was desperate for you, but he was also shy. Which meant that you had to initiate all the talks, all the touches, and all the kisses. However, when he finally understood that he had you exactly where he wanted you, and when he heard you vocalise your desire for him, he just couldn't stop himself.

The soft exchange of pecks on each others' lips turned into a heated make-out session, his glossa quickly asking for permission to slip into your mouth just so he could get a proper taste for the first time. His metal body began overheating as soon as he felt your body straddling his lap, your legs on both side of his hips. Your bold move made him only crave more of your touch, him barely able to restrain himself from just having his way with you, manhandling you until you'd beg for him to stop absolutely ruining you for the pleasure of you both.

And he wanted to continue making a mess with his lips on yours, especially when you were making so many sweet noises just for him... But he had to take things further, feeling like his spark might just explode if he didn't.

So he pulled away slowly, making eye contact with you for just a mere second, only to see the needy expression on your face, which gave him a silent permission to jump right into what he'd planned to do. His lips quickly found their place on the side of your neck, his servos landing on your hips, subconsciously pushing your core into his abdomen to create more friction between you.

He began licking, kissing, nibbling, and sucking the skin gently into his intake to create pretty bruises on your neck which would show anyone that you belonged to him.

Your breaths were getting heavier, much more chaotic, them hitching in your throat every time he paid special attention to a particularly sensitive spot. Your needy whimpers were mixing with the sound of his vents trying to stop him from overheating, his reaction to you making you want more of him than you already had.

And you didn't know you already had him whole. He was yours.

"Bee, please..." you whined, your eyes closed shut, hands on both of his shoulders with a strong grip which he didn't mind at all.

Your words made him transform the area under his abdomen, now a hard spike on full display, its length slapping against your stomach with every intense throb. He didn't stop taking care of your neck for even a second, every whimper and groan of desperation being muffled by your skin as he continuously planted wet kisses all the way down from your jaw to your collarbone.

He was growing impatient.

His spike touching you was sending constant pleasurable electric shocks down his bipedalism cord, his spark nearly exploding when you grinded against it with your clothed core.

The grip of his digits on your hips tightened, and you'd probably have endless bruises on your sweet, soft skin tomorrow, and this thought should've made him feel at least a tad bad but he adored knowing that he left something while doing such sinful things with you.

When you moved and brushed against his length again, he groaned in impatience, pulling away just to lift the hem of your loose shirt with his digit to signal to you that he needed it off. You made eye contact with him as you got rid of the piece of clothing on your upper half. But it wasn't enough for him—he had to have you naked against him, every inch of your warm, human skin against his hot, metal one.

Before his digit moved to the waistline of your pants, you were already unbuttoning and unzipping them, getting out of his lap just to be able to take them off fully alongside with your panties, them ending up somewhere on the floor, probably next to your shirt.

His optics immediately shot to your cunt, the temptation to put his spike inside you overwhelming his body. He didn't even wait patiently for you to get back onto his lap on your own, as soon as he stopped devouring the sight of you in front of him in just a bra, he immediately pulled you towards him with both servos on your hips again, placing you on his lap, exactly where you belonged at that moment.

Now your bare core was brushing against his spike, and he couldn't refrain himself from letting a couple of desperate noises roll off him glossa. You decided to undress fully for him, taking your bra off and tossing it onto the pile of long forgotten clothes. His optics could barely take in the view before his lips found themselves on your tits, his intake giving attention to both, switching from teasing, licking and kissing the left one to doing exactly the same to the right one. Your hardened nipples made it possible for him to gently bite them, making you buckle your hips and moan his name shamelessly, your own noises not allowing you to hear your thoughts, as if there was anything else on your mind other than how good Bee's glossa felt when it curled up on your nipple, it getting sucked into his intake.

The remains of self-control he could find within himself were slipping through his digits, the force of his touches increasing with every passing second. At the same time, he was also getting more and more intense reactions from you, your body craving more as it pressed against his.

Bee groaned, impatience getting the better of him, as he wrapped his arm around your fragile, human body, lifting you up with your chest still to his.

He moved fast like a starving man, placing you gently on the hard floor of the garage, its coldness radiating to your body, adding a completely new sensation. You arched your back, exposing your chest even more to him, hoping he'd put his mouth on your already swollen and sensitive nipples, but he seemed to have other plans when, without a heads-up, he grabbed the back of both your thighs, and lifted up your hips so that now the only body parts of yours making contact with the cement underneath you were your upper back and your head.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as you bit your lip to stop yourself from whimpering at the absolutely sinful sight of Bee kneeling down and hovering over you, spreading your legs and holding them pressed to your chest for better access to your dripping cunt.

You felt the tip of his spike teasing your hole which has been clenching over nothing for the past couple of minutes, finally about to get what it needed the most. And then, with one swift motion, Bee slid into you, the wet sound of his length entering your core echoed against the walls of your head.

A loud moan escaped the depths of your throat, lips parted, eyes closed themselves shut before you could even stop them, wanting to watch as the robot began trying to bottom out inside your warm cunt, but unfortunately his spike was too big for you to take for now.

It felt good. The pain from being so suddenly stretched out around him mixed with the pleasure from his spike hitting all the sweet spots inside you with the very first thrust of his hips.

Bee felt as if he no longer had control over his own body, the feeling of you wrapped around him, your warm cunt so inviting to just ruin it without second thoughts. And he could find absolutely no strength within himself to stop the almost animalistic desire to make you his in every meaning of this word.

His optics were trained on your face for mere seconds before his gaze shifted to the place where your bodies connected, your cunt covered in your own slick, the hole visibly stretched out to take his spike, even if it was only a half of his full length.

The idea of pushing the entire thing in only made him groan, the images of the bulge in your lower stomach he'd create flashing in front of his optics.

He threw his head back when he felt you clench around him, the sensation too much to handle.

You knew he was about to begin pounding into you as if it was the only thing he was made to do, the expression on his face and the look he was giving you the entire time confirming it.

"Bee..." you whined his name, not being fully aware what that sweet tone of your voice was doing to him.

So he just positioned himself better, pressing your thighs harder to your chest, taking almost the entire length of his spike out of your begging cunt, only to slam into you and put even more of him inside you.

You couldn't even control the noises escaping you anymore, your head thrown back because of the overwhelming pleasure.

Bee has had enough of waiting, the memory of him sitting in the corner of this garage, his spike in his servo as he kept fisting himself, overloading onto the hard floor multiple times just to get some relief after having to watch you walk around in your damned little dresses, your hips innocently swaying, your tits deliciously bouncing with every step.

Before you could register it, the robot was destroying your needy cunt with aggressive pounding, feeling as if he able to put more and more inches inside you with every slam of his hips against your ass.

His speed and the way he could hit all the best spots, even though the tip of his spike was kissing your cervix, made you constantly moan out loud, as if the walls of the garage were soundproof.

He kept making noises as well, although his were much deeper, more frustrated, as if he was chasing something he was so closed to catch but right before getting it, it'd just slip away from him.

He thought of this moment for a long time, the pink transfluid painting his servos on many occasions as he was imagining you in this exact position underneath him, squirming in pleasure.

But then, he came up with an even better idea, his body immediately following through, without even analysing it. He stopped mercilessly pounding into you just to manhandle you on your stomach, lifting your backside by your hips, spreading your legs to allow him to penetrate your needy cunt even more deeply. He positioned himself over you, his spike yet again pressing against your core for just a second before finally entering you once more. He didn't even waste time on preparing you to take him, just like the first time he pushed his length inside your pussy.

Now he had the opportunity to properly grope and slap your ass as much as he pleased, his hips constantly hitting it with every hard thrust he'd make. Tears began forming in the corner of your eyes, the feeling of being so perfectly stuffed by his spike making you shudder, moan and squirm beneath him.

His movements were rapid and chaotic, but he never slowed down, only increasing his speed, making mental notes of the noises you were making while he was fucking you so good.

"Bee, 't hurts..." you whimpered weakly in-between your loud, slutty moans, him taking it as an encouragement to continue ruining your cunt which was now clenching around him more than ever before. His one servo went to the back of your head tilted to the side, his digits gently stroking your hair as if it was supposed to help ease the pain mixing with pleasure, while the other one was still on your hip, pulling your body towards him at the same time he was pushing at it, making your skins hit each other with even more force.

You told him it hurt you but he couldn't stop.

He felt himself getting closer and closer to overloading, the warmth of your cunt getting sweetly unbearable as his movements became more sloppy, yet still as hard as before.

"Fuck." Curses kept spilling from your sinful mouth, feeling his thick spike throb inside you, indicating that he was probably about to finish.

The discomfort and pain of his metal hips hitting your much softer backside were slowly becoming less and less noticeable as complete pleasure washed over you, making you a wet, moaning mess underneath him.

With his two servos on your hips, he increased the speed of his movements once more, chasing the so desired release.

"Bee, please..." you whined again, your tits bouncing with every thrust, your hardened nipples brushing against the rough floor, "Overload in me..."

Your words were enough to tip him over the edge. With only a few more harsh slams into your tight cunt, he felt himself spurting his thick transfluid into your cervix, multiple groans and whimpers leaving his intake as he did so. He kept fucking the pink liquid into your cunt, not wanting a single drop to escape.

You could still feel his hard, metal hips hitting your ass, all until you clenched around him so tightly, he swore he could overload again just from that sensation alone. You came all over his thick spike, moaning loudly, your body shaking with indescribable pleasure from both his rough pounding as well as the knowledge that his transfluid was deep inside you.

Bee didn't pull out instantly, his thrusts decreasing in speed and force with every passing second, trying to ride out the remains of his and yours overloads.

You were panting and the robot was most definitely overheating, his metal body much hotter in touch than ever before, now his chassis pressed against your back as he began planting gentle kisses to your hair, his vents not being able to catch up.

After a long time that didn't feel long enough for him, he decided to pull away and take his spike out of your core filled with his transfluid, practically begging him to just fuck it again. But now, that his lust for you was somehow taken care of, he could regain the control over his body, and allow you to rest after getting absolutely ruined by him.

You rolled over onto your back yourself, clenching your thighs together when you felt his pink juices flooding out of you, wanting to keep them there for as long as possible. He smiled at your attempts to keep him inside you, the desire growing in his optics once again.

Bee gently wrapped his servos around your bare, exhausted body, lifting you up to place you down on the sofa he was previously occupying with you in his lap. As soon as you felt the plush against the skin of your back, you pulled the robot in your direction with your hands on both sides of his helm, making him bend his body so that you could kiss him passionately for the last time that night, knowing that he was most likely about to leave you to take care of his Autobot duties. He obliged without complaining, ready to slide into you again right then and there. And how disappointed he was when you pulled away with a soft smile, exhaustion finally catching up to you...

The corner of his slips curled up as he looked around in search for something to put on you. An abandoned blanket sitting on a wooden chair since he could remember would do. Before you could even notice he left you alone on the sofa, he was back, covering you from the neck down quickly but still making sure your whole body was under the soft fabric.

"Prime needs you?" you asked in a weak tone, your voice now only confirming how tired you actually were.

Prime needed him but he needed you.

Bee only nodded, to which you responded softly, "I'll stay here." And before he could even give you any sort of a physical confirmation that he got that, you already closed your eyes with a content expression written all over your face.

He smirked to himself, the sweet feeling of finally achieving his goal washing over him, him practically having been able to live in his dreams for a moment. His smile only widened when he came to a realisation...

He finally managed to mark you as his.

don't know if i made it he-lost-control enough but i tried and that's what counts in my books. also, i made it an oneshot but if you wanted separate hcs for these characters ill be more than willing to write it

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[starliights-shining]

Special Person.

Pairing - Bumble Bee x Reader

A/N: Uhhh, this was for a friend, but you guys can have it to. Anyways the reader is GN, all fluff. its not for a specific Bumble Bee. Enjoy :)

Everyone has one, either it being a parent, son, daughter, pet, or special someone. A person they can call theirs, someone who will be there for them, no matter if it's raining, or the sun has collapsed. There will be someone who is there for them, as their person. Well, your person wasn’t a person. More like a car, who turns into a talking, walking and thinking metal alien from space. At least that's what he told you, along with the seven other warnings about why he’s here. A war over a planet, protecting earth from someone named “Megatron”. It didn’t make sense, but the space robot seemed to like you. He comes around for visits and even takes you to random spots he finds. You look forward to seeing him and as the time went on, his visits came more frequently, until they stopped for a moment. You figured he was off saving the world, or something. So you ended every night wishing for his return.

The moments of him being gone were weird. You were left to think that maybe he no longer enjoyed talking to you. The same thought kept coming back, you liked him. That’s why the time without him felt horrible, too far from the one you like, the one you loved. But that leaves his feelings. He doesn’t like you like that, right? He can’t have feelings for someone as small and fragile as you. He would be better off with someone from his own species. You have no chance with him. His return came later, a month later. The sound of the familiar exhaust as you looked out the window. You walked out to him, a bright smile plastered on your face. You stood away but not too far away, giving him the room he needs and extra so he can approach you. He walked up to you, smiling as he handed you a small metal flower. You took it, as you looked up to meet his cobalt blue optics. 

“Aw, thanks Bee. What have you been up to?”

You twirled the flower around between your fingers, waiting for his answer. Thinking about the flower, it wasn’t all too weird for you to receive it, friends can give each other flowers, right? 

“Ah, just the same stuff, saving the world and a bit of thinking.” 

“Thinking? What ya been thinking about?” 

The silence while you waited for his answer was weird, it felt heavy, a little too heavy for your liking.

“I really like this person.” 

He pauses, you see him squint his optics as he looks at the sky. 

“They're so super cool, and has to be one of my favorite people on the planet.” 

You were right he doesn’t see you the same way. How could he ever see you the same way, when he already likes someone who is probably ten times better than you, and is constantly there for him. He’ll never have feelings for you. The small fleshy woman from earth. 

You got lost in thought, as he spoke about this new lady he liked. The simple thought of losing Bee to someone else was starting to weigh on you. Your mood started to dampen and all you could do was respond to him with simple hums and nods as you stared at the night sky with tears in your eyes. 

“Hey (Y/N), ya there. I didn’t mean to scare you with my confession.” 

Confession? What confession, did he say he confessed to the lady. 

“Oh no, Sorry I didn’t hear your confession. What were you planning on saying to them?”

“Oh uhh,” 

He paused, releasing what is your version of sigh, as he closed his optics. Turning to you he opens his eyes, grabs your small hands into his larger metal ones, and locks eye contact he says. 

“(Y/N) I like you a lot. So much I want to marry you, kiss you, make sure you’ve eaten and slept well, watch your hair go gray and your skin wrinkle and your belly go soft- be next to you for the rest of my life and whatever comes after it. I don't care if you don’t look like me or come from the same planet as me. That’s what makes me like you as you. As my special person.” 

You were shocked, you felt him squeeze your hands a little, a small amount of pressure just to bring you back to him. You thought, all this worrying he was going to choose someone else, and run away with them, just for him to tell you the moment he got back, you were his person. You sighed, the original weight of the conversation was gone, you felt as light as a feather. With no worries you smiled brightly up at him. 

“Come here Bee.”

Pulling him down towards you, and giving him a kiss on the side of his face plating. He pulled back and looked away flustered for a minute before you spoke. 

“You had me worried for a moment, Bee. I thought you were going to run off with some random girl. Plus you hadn’t been to visit for a while.” 

You both laughed, not just any laugh, one of those breathless happy laughs. Happy that you know you’ll spend the rest of your life with him, Your Special Person.

#transformer mtmte #transformers bumblebee #bumble bee #bumblebee x reader #bumblebee #bumblebee x you #tf earthspark #tf x reader #tfp bumblebee #transformers prime #tf bumblebee #stars writings

[babstheyaga]

Fear Me Or Die: Ch. Six: Don't Trust a Cop, Day 2

Pairing(s) for chapter: Oc(s)&Reader, Optimus&Reader, Ratchet&Reader, IronHide&Reader, CliffJumper&Reader.

Previous Ch. - Next Ch.

Word count for chapter: 6.3k

Rating for chapter: Explicit

Warnings for this chapter: Violence, blood&gore, curse words, police

A/n: (from Ao3):  B) Back again again again boyz, it's time to part-ay hart-ay! We got the next chapter here for you! And guess what... GOT THE OFFICIAL HEIGHT COMPARISON DONE!!

That's IronHide, and Cliff Jumper! 

 Then the height comparison: From left to right: Optimus (Of course), IronHide, CliffJumper, BumbleBee, Derek, Ratchet, Jazz, Arcee, and reader!

It's all of them! Once we get a little further into the series, (Currently taking a small break, maybe a week break from writing fmod so I can focus on work and a personal novel), I'm going to get more characters done. No spoilers on who they are, though, of course! it makes me really happy to see people gen liking this series. I don't plan on abandoning it like I did so many other projects, I promise, I'm still fully invested into this one. Anyway, love yall ;3; ttyl see you in like two-three weeks! (Sorry for bad cliffhanger, but also not >:) )

Everything around me was intense. The thundering, slowly becoming darker by the minute sky above was still storming, still raining and keeping my freezing body shaking. I was walking in the direction BumbleBee had told me, the cold wind making the rain feel like hail on my skin, I tried my best to not think about it. The sticks, pine needles and stones underneath me was like walking in hell itself, I whimpered with each and every step.

The forest felt like it never ended, the storm above caused everything to be gloomy and dark, I found it hard to look straight ahead, instead looking down at the ground. Mother nature was anything but kind to me today, and I'm starting to think it might have been a sign. But I was at least thankful for her for the cover she provided me from my scent that they could detect, if she didn't Arcee probably would have found me, and only lord knows what she would have done to me...

I couldn't see past a hill some ways away from me, and I dreaded the thought of going over it. I was already exhausted, let alone bleeding everywhere. I struggled toward the hill, looking up at it then looking back behind me. No one was around, no one to kill me. Well, at least that's good. I blinked back to the hill, taking in a deep breath through my nose and exhaled out my mouth. I was tired, soaked, scared and freezing. And now I had to push myself more. For normal people, this would be easy... I had a hard time believing I couldn't do this regularly. When I started to force myself up and over the hill, I used every ounce in me to push myself to my limit, grunting with each climb, feeling my mind spin and stomach turn.

I reached the top of the hill, looking out when something came up my throat. I fell to the ground on my knees, throwing up the sandwich I ate earlier. I kept heaving up food till nothing came up, my stomach empty again, making my sight blur with panic. I choked and coughed, gagging on stomach acid and when it finally stopped, I tried so hard to catch my breath. The rain washed away the snot and spit dripping from my face, but the awful taste in my mouth was horrid.

I battled to stand to my feet again, but I was persistent. I was going to get out of here even if I die trying.

But my silent prayers for help from any god out there was answered... The road! Behind the hill was pavement, a proper road that wasn't made out of gravel, and I could feel my body shake with excitement. I dipped down and slid down the mount to the road, looking both ways and to my left was a giant sign facing adjacent from me. I made my way to it, wanting to see what it said on it, hopefully showing how far civilization was.

When I approached it, I put a hand up to shield my eyes from the rain.

'Next Exit 60 miles'

Oh... Great...

I flicked my eyes across the pavement, instinctively looking both ways as I stepped onto it, surprisingly feeling it was warm, aiding some relief to my slowly deteriorating skin on the bottom of my feet. I started to make my way down the road, hoping not to see someone I wouldn't want to...

I wondered if there would be any cars that come by, would it be safe for me to get them involved? I need a ride to safety, but I don't want to ruin their chance at life. Getting more people killed is not on my to-do list.

The bandages on my hands were drenched, and when I looked down, I saw the red spilling out on them... Great, now it's not only just my feet, but my hands too. I'm going to need one hell of a doctor, and pray to the lord that I don't get on the news! If they even get a general idea of where I am, I'm a goner.

I couldn't tell if a rumbling I heard was thunder, or if it was a car. I was nervous to look behind me, or even look up from the ground in general. Petrified that I'd get caught and killed. But when I heard it approaching faster by the second, my terrified eyes blinked up from the ground. Coming through the rain was a old Jeep Cherokee, and I instantly knew I was safe. I rushed to jump into the pavement, flinging my hands up and I heard the car's wheels squeak on the wet road, quickly coming to a stop in front of me. I could see as the wipers were at high speed, a man and woman in the driver and passenger seat. The man got out the car, making sure to stay behind the safety of the door.

“What the hell are you doing?!” The man yelled.

The woman got out too, also staying safe behind her door. “Are you okay?!” She shouted.

I could feel my words get stuck in my throat, I could feel my head rushing, my heart was deafening in my ears, the world around me spinning faster and faster, and within only a few seconds... I passed out in front of them.

I was dead, wasn't I?

I killed myself by running away.

I'm in the void of death, nothing around me, just pure darkness. Yet... My mind is running at top speed. I couldn't hear anything, or... Could I? I knew I couldn't see. But I could hear faint voices. Them being far away, but the more I lay there, the closer they got.

“Mommy, she's bleeding!” A high pitched male voice said, telling me he was young, no older than 9 by the way he talked.

“I know honey, make space, she's sick.” Said a female voice, hers being soft and understanding.

“Angela, get in the back with her, I don't want her to wake up and hurt the kids.” A different male voice said, he was older though. Probably in his late 20s, possibly early 30s.

“Kayden Alexander, you look at this girl and tell me she's going to hurt the boys!” The female sounded angered.

“It's okay daddy, I can protect Peter!” Told the same small boy.

“Alright. Angela get in, we gotta get going. She looks dead.” The older man rushed.

“Let me check her pulse again.” The woman's voice came closer to me, and then stepped back. “She's alive, but we need to get her to a hospital... She still looks familiar...”

I heard the sound of a door slam, and that shook me enough to jump in my seat, taking in a enormous breath through my mouth and into my chest, eyes jolting open and looking around.

“You're okay!” The sight of a dark skinned female, her hair long, dyed red and curly said. “Take a deep breath, you're okay.” She calmed, but I looked around, finding myself in the back of a old looking car, what I guessed was the one that stopped for me. A young cool colored skinned boy next to me, holding what looked like a orange nerf gun at me. Behind him was a baby car seat, a small child sleeping in it. A white man in the front seat, looking at me in the rear view mirror with great intensity.

My breathing was harsh, one hand gripping the door handle, the other gripping the top of the seat. “Calm down sweetie, you're okay. We're taking you to the police.” She was cool and calm, putting up a hand as she leaned over the passenger seat, slowly reaching over to pick up the nerf gun the child was holding and pulling it to her lap.

“Why are you bleeding?” The child asked, and the mom shushed him viciously.

“Don't mind him, he's just nervous. You're okay.” She calmed me again, but I knew I needed to relax... There are children present, I can't get them into trouble.

“I-...” I released the tension from my chest, trying to sink into the seat behind me. “I... Ran away from my husband.” I said, surprisingly honest.

“Oh goodness...” The mom cursed, putting a hand to her mouth.

“Why?” The boy asked again, not even being phased by my fearful face and bloodied, beaten body.

“Micheal Alexander, you shush up now.” She hushed the boy, but he just leaned back, still not worried.

“We don't have any phones.” The dad suddenly said, answering a question in the back of my mind.

“Yes, we're coming back from a camping trip, but we'll get you safe, honey.” The mom comforted.

“What did your husband do?” The kid tilted his head, and the mom almost shushed him again but I beat her to it.

“He... Tried to hurt me. But I got away.” I simply stated.

“Is that how you got the purple stuff on your neck?” His boyish lisp was adorable, but the questions he asked were awful.

I brought a hand to my neck, softly feeling the deep purple bruises... Just lie. Don't get these people into danger.

I opened my mouth to say something, the mom catching me off guard with a gasp. “You're the Decepticon girl, aren't you?” She whispered, kind of to herself... I felt my heart drop, my breathing hitching and I coughed out loud. She looked to her husband, telling him to, “Drive faster...” Under her breath. When she saw me looking, she rushed to say a quick, “We'll call the police, just try to stay calm. You're bleeding a lot, we don't want you to lose too much blood.”

“They've been looking everywhere for you.” The dad said. I looked out the window, seeing a sign say 'Next Exit 45 Miles' Well, at least we're getting closer.

I remembered they were looking for me on the TV this morning, but it's surprising that even people without TV's or phones know about it.

“I've been trying to get away...” I mumbled, blinking down to my hands and finally putting them to my lap, feeling a little more relaxed.

“Bless your heart...” The mom said. She kept her eyes on me, and so did the young boy, he put his arms under one another like he was studying me. I tried not to keep eye contact with any of them, worried they will see me as a threat. They're already doing so much for me, helping me get to safety wasn't something everyone would do... What I guessed was the mom's motherly instinct kicking in. She was sweet, trying to make sure I know they're not dangerous, nor that they would call someone bad, if she knew them, that is.

I looked to the boy next to me without turning my head, thinking if I had the courage to talk to him, or would the parents get offended...?

“You're brave for protecting your sibling...” I tilted my head up for a second to nudge to him, feeling a small smile form on my lips when he sat up and looked to his mom for confirmation. “What's your name...?” I asked softly, leaning over to my door to give him space. He looked to his mom again, and she nodded to allow him to answer me.

“M-Micheal.” He answered, and I felt my heart lighten at his nervousness...

“Ahh, Micheal...” I started, tilting my head to the side to not seem intimidating. “Do you know what Micheal means in the bible?” I asked, a gentle tone to my cracky voice. He shook his head. “It means, gift from God.” I quoted. He perked up, a faint grin morphing on his childish face. The mom reached a hand out to him, and he took it, a small moment that I helped create... I felt a little happy, though I knew these moments would be shortly lived.

“Tell her your brothers name.” His mother encouraged, and he took his hand away from hers, leaning the other way and putting a hand into the car seat, offering it to his baby brother.

“His-His name is Peter.” He answered shyly, I smiled more, answering him again.

“Peter... A good name. Strong name. You know Simon Peter was one of the three...” I started.

“The three?” He asked.

“The three closest to Jesus, the three chosen ones. Jesus had many disciples, but James, Peter and John were his closest... “ I stopped, thinking on my wording. “You can always have multiple friends, but the three you know as your best, will always be your closest.” I answered. My quotes on the bible were nothing compared to a preacher, but the years of my mother reading me it each and every night as a child always made my day better. So what I was taught from it, I will always remember.

“What does Peter mean?” He asked, and I brought a hand up to my face to fake scratch my chin in thought.

“It means a stone. Or a rock. So I guess that means that Peter is as strong as a rock, doesn't it?” I said, trying my best to lighten the darkened mood. He nodded vigorously, looking back to his baby brother and holding a finger out to his tiny hands, which Peter grasped. “You care for him a lot, don't you...?” I said lowly, and he glanced back at me, then back to his brother. He smiled greatly at him, and I felt my heart flutter.

“There's no hospitals or police stations for the next 50 miles, we might be able to call someone at the visitor center.” The dad interrupted, shaking me back to reality.

Okay, stay calm. There's probably a payphone or a phone in the center that we can use. If not, we might be able to use the phone at the front office, if there's anyone there, that is. When I looked out the window, I saw that the rain had stopped finally. It seems mother nature might finally be on my side, either that or she's preparing me for something...

“I'm sure there is a state trooper somewhere on the highway, we just need to get there. The visitor center is six minutes away, if we want to try there first...?” The dad asked, and I looked up from my thoughts.

“That would be great, thank you.” I replied, feeling myself lighten. I'm free at least, thankfully. I'm safe with these people, what are the Autobots going to do? Kill a baby? I think not. They're bad people, but they can't be that bad, right? I'd fight tooth and nail for these people, they saved me. “Mrs., Mr.?” I asked aloud, the dad looked at me through the rear view mirror. “Thank you... You guys didn't need to take me in, and... I'm thankful. I probably would be back there again if it wasn't for you...” I thanked, and the woman laid a caring hand on my knee, squeezing it and smiling gently.

“We did what God told us to do.” She answered, and I nodded.

When the mom pulled back and sat properly in her seat, I looked down at my hands, studying them harshly. I knew I was safe, but everything inside me told me there was something wrong. I felt like I was running straight into a trap, if it be when I get to the police station, or at the center... I felt terrible, scared out my mind.

No. Stop. I'm safe, I'm not in trouble, I need to calm down. Everything will be alright, don't think about the past, I'll be safe with the police, they can't get me there. I'm alright, just calm down. Don't worry about it, we're fine.

“We're gonna be okay, kid.” The dad said, pulling me out of my horrific thoughts. I looked up to him to see him spying on me in the mirror. I blinked a few times, looking to the boy who was playing with his brother, to the mom who was looking at the dad, and the dad who was now focusing on the road ahead. When I blinked out the window, I took in a breath and saw the sign, 'Visitors center next right' And when I noticed us moving off the highway, I straightened myself and looked out of the front window, seeing us pull into the lane and stop in a parking spot.

When the dad turned off the car, I looked out to see a bunch of truckers, a few cars behind the semis, nothing was bad, so why am I so afraid? The mom got out, opening the door for me as it had child safety lock. She went over to the side the children were on, I watched her take out the baby and let the kid get out. I slowly got the courage to stand up, my feet still bleeding out of specific spots, my hands as well. I began to rise, and the dad rushed over to put my arm over his shoulder to help me stand, luckily he was on the shorter side, helping me walk to the sidewalk and sit on a concrete bench. I looked up to the mom as she had the baby in her arms, the dad whispering something in her ear.

“We're gonna see if they have a phone in there, do you feel comfortable enough to stay out here alone?” Asked the mom, and I looked around, seeing a few cars that I couldn't name, and when a specific oversized truck caught my attention, I bit my tongue.

I didn't want to be a problem, I didn't want them to have to stay out here with me, or take me back to the car. What if they didn't trust me alone in their car? I don't want to make them uncomfortable... Dammit...

“I'm-... I'm fine out here.” I said, though it was a god awful lie, I even stuttered...

“We're going to go see if they have a phone in there, be careful, okay?” She told, and I nodded, watching them start to make their way to the main building. And I was left outside. But I was anything but comfortable. The car in between two semis was the black truck that I saw back at the cabin. It could have just been any truck, maybe I'm remembering it wrong, but they looked identical. The license plate was on the back, making it impossible to read it and remember what it was... I was terrified, if they were in that building, they'll have to come out and see me. And since the raining had stopped, my smell was back again.

There was a few people getting out their cars, all people I didn't recognize, thankfully... It made me wonder how many of these people could realize that I was the girl on the news. I wasn't sure if I wanted that or not. The looming thought of the Autobots being in the building, the more people who notice me, the more people are at risk.

There was another family of four that came out of a van, except they had a little girl instead of a little boy. She was adorable, having on a pretty little yellow dress and princess rubber sandals. The mom was carrying a baby, no older than a month, probably just born within the past couple weeks. She was precious. I use to wish I could have a child, but now I don't think it would be good. I would be on the run my entire life, it would be unsafe to bring a child into the mix.

Jesus... I'm going to be on the run my entire life... How was I going to explain to the police that I found the Autobot's leader? How was I going to explain to ANYONE about it? Everyone I know could get me killed. Because of the TV, they know what my mother looks like. The whole US is looking for me, let alone the rest of the squad. I'm sure the police will believe me, but how do I know they don't have insiders? It's dangerous no matter where I go. With my parents. The police. My boyfriend. All of it is dangerous. I can die no matter where I go. Hell, I don't even think I'm safe here. The mother promised me I would be safe, but promises are meant to be broken...

“Hey!” I jumped at the sudden shout for my name, looking to the direction of the voice and seeing that it was the dad. I struggled to stand, knowing that they needed me for something. When he jogged over to me, he instantly put my arm over his shoulder to help carry me. “There's a state trooper and a EMS worker in there, they're talking to Angela right now about getting a ambulance out here. They're gonna drive you to a hospital!” He said excitedly, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Oh thank god, a trooper! They tend to be more believing of people rather than regular police officers.

I limped my way up the sidewalk to the main building, seeing the doors and feeling a rush of excitement wash over me as I entered into the building. I looked around frantically for the trooper, expecting to see a man in a uniform, but I only saw four... Figures...

“Over here officer!” The dad shouted, and turning around was... Optimus...

My legs collapsed.

“Matthew, help her.” Optimus told and CliffJumper came to help pick me up. I could tell he was holding down a grin. He threw my free arm over his shoulder, forcing me to stand and I almost went limp in their arms.

All I could do was stare and walk towards Optimus, Ratchet and IronHide. I watched as Optimus was facing me, a still, soft smile on his face like he was amused by me, but serious with the family. They took me to Ratchet, who lifted my chin and looked down at me from over his nose.

“Put her on the bench, I need to check her out...” Ratchet said, obviously despising the fact that he gets to see me again, and in such rough shape too. They led me to the bench next to a line up of magazines and fliers. I sat down and stared up at Ratchet with wide, petrified eyes, my mouth slightly ajar, looking like a idiot. He kneeled down before me, allowing me to see Optimus come over with a small notebook and pen in hand.

“Run me through what happened before you saw her.” He asked.

“We were driving from the state park's camp ground, it was raining and we couldn't really see too far. The trip went well, no bears or wolves showed up this time! But there was a camper in a RV that said they saw this girl on the news, and they said to keep an eye out of her on the way back to the city.” The mom said.

“And where did you say you found her?” He asked the mother, and she readjusted the baby in her arms.

“Probably 40 or 50 miles away from the state park campsite, we were just coming back from a family trip.” The dad came to her, pulling the small boy to his side. I couldn't believe he was playing these people like a goddamn fiddle!

“Did you find her in this condition?” He asked, paying my awestruck expression no mind.

“Worse, actually...” The dad scoffed, the mom shushed him.

“She passed out in front of our car, Kayden almost ran her over!” The mom said, shocked.

“And where did you say she came from?” Optimus asked.

“We're not sure, we think she might have been walking the roadside since the camp ground... That's where we heard about her missing for the first time, another camper said he saw her, but we just assumed it was on the news.” She replied.

Ratchet was too busy undoing my bandages, what I knew for a fact was him faking looking at me, as he wasn't actually doing anything to me. He looked over his shoulder a couple times from the corner of his eye, making sure no one was watching. I was still dead silent.

“Around what time did you spot her?” He asked.

“Um...” She looked to her husband.

He rushed to answer. “Around 2:20.” He stated.

“Is there anything that happened during your drive here, anything usual? Cars tailgating you, other people on the side of the road, possibly a hitchhiker?” He asked, and she shook her head.

“No, nothing like that. Everything was normal besides the fact that she was scared to death!” She took in a breath, looking over at me with pure concern.

“You said you think she might have been at the camp ground... Did you see any signs of her there?”

“No, not at all! But there's no other places that she could have come from! Besides maybe that old cabin camp ground, but that place has been abandoned for decades! Oh jeeze, do you think they were holding her there...?” She whispered the last part.

“We visit that area regularly, ma'am. Kids nowadays want to start fires, or have parties around there. You've heard the legends around that area, I'm sure.” He comforted. She gasped.

“That horrid ax man, I'm sure of it! I've heard the stories of those poor children going missing, but... I was never sure if they were true or not.” Her voice was dripping with concern.

“Most of the legends are fake, but there have been dozens of reports of families going missing back when the cabins were populated.”

“Oh thank goodness... We've always thought of taking a look around that place, but from what he know it's locked up, right?” She asked.

“Correct ma'am, we keep a tight hold around that area, as it's a big fire hazard with all the old clothes and sheets in the cabins. But luckily most of them are caved in or already burned down.”

“You're doing an amazing thing for the girl, sir.” She thanked. Optimus nodded the entire time, and when he realized he had enough information, he closed the notebook and clicked the pen, stuffing them both into his back pocket. I looked away from him for just a second to see IronHide on the phone, obviously being sneaky and not wanting them to hear. Cliffjumper was standing next to Ratchet, his arms crossed and eyeing the family, seeming awfully distrusting.

“Thank you for reporting this, you probably just saved this girls life. Lord only knows what she went through out there. You're her guardian angel.” Optimus praised, holding her free hand lovingly.

“It was all God's work, I knew there was a reason we needed to come out here. God has her in his sight.” She looked to me and smiled gently, I just kept my eyes on Optimus.

“Johnathan, is she okay?” Optimus said, referring to Ratchet. He took in a breath, fake stress as he stood and shook his head.

“She's lost a lot of blood. Her wounds are full of dirt and will most likely get a severe infect if we don't get her to a hospital soon.” He answered. The mom gasped, putting her free hand to her mouth and tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“Will she be okay?!” She came to his side and put a hand on his shoulder. He put a caring hand on hers, trying to comfort her though I knew he was lying.

“If we can get her home, she'll do just fine.” Jesus, these guys were award winning actors...

“Get her to the car. We already have EMS on the way, we've got it from here.” Optimus said, and the mom went in for a hug.

“What was your name again, officer?” The dad asked.

“Demetre Finley, Sir.” The dad reached out his hand and shook it, the both of them sharing a small moment. He turned from the couple and went to my side, his back to them and winking down at me for a second before turning back around to face them. “Do you need help to stand?” He said, hinting at the first time me and him talked alone. I couldn't help the small tears forming in my eyes, opening my mouth properly but nothing came out. Just pure shock filling my body and face. He nodded and dipped down, picking me up bridal style and beginning to take me out of the building and away from the couple.

“Please...” My voice squeaked, barely even a whisper it was so small. I watched them disappear from my sight, the mom waving to me and the dad holding his son tight.

CliffJumper opened the door, allowing for Optimus to walk through, and just like that... They stole me again.

They took me away from everyone, Optimus saying a quick, “Keys, Ratchet.” And Ratchet handed them to him, his huge hands having no trouble in taking them while holding me. They took me away from the walkway, back onto the pavement and towards their car. When he was away from seeing eyes, he threw me over his shoulder, and it was then that it hit me like a train. I choked on the words in my mouth, pushing myself up and on his shoulder, seeing he was taking me to the truck.

“Wait- No no no- Please- No-” I began to beg, but CliffJumper ran up behind Optimus, putting a hand to my mouth and shushing me with his other.

“Shhh, baby. It's alright, don't make a scene.” He hushed, and I stared, stunned that they managed to take me again.

Optimus opened the back door, practically throwing me into the seat. I stumbled up, fear lurking in my mind as CliffJumper climbed on the stair and pushed me back, sitting in the seat closest to the window. I jumped again as IronHide opened the opposing door, shoving me back and I was forced towards CliffJumper, who elbowed me. I sat up again, this time only sitting in the middle seat, breath on edge and staring intently towards the front window. Ratchet got in the passenger seat, and Optimus got in the divers. He took no time with starting it, but stopped when he looked over his shoulder.

“Andy?” He barked.

“Already here.” IronHide answered.

“Take the kids.” He replied darkly, I jumped, looking between IronHide and Optimus frantically.

“Wa-Wait- Nononononono, you-you can't hurt them-!” I whimpered, Optimus interrupted.

“You should have thought of that before you ran away.” He said, then put the truck in drive and began our way back to the cabin.

The drive back was intense. No one dared talk, the livid Autobot leader was staring darkly at the road ahead, his grip on the steering wheel deathly tight, and if looks could kill, all four of us would be corpses. He was enraged, and no one wanted to mess with him. Occasionally I would see IronHide look over at me, or CliffJumper sneak a glance, but nothing prepared me for when Optimus glared at me from the rearview mirror. I was a goner, I knew I was.

I couldn't move a inch from my seat in any direction, the two people beside me hogging up their seats and some. My knees were latched together, my hands sealed to my lap, I stared intently at the bottom of the center consul.

How was I going to make it out of this one? I'm a dead man walking.

I was ossified to my seat, not even thinking about moving, let alone talk. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, watching my life go by so passively, I didn't know what to do. I was going to be six feet under their cabin, and there wasn't a damn thing stopping it.

The mother told me I was safe. The dad told me it would be okay. So why am I here? How am I here? How is this even possible? Being caught twice in a week by the Autobots... The second time being an accident. I knew it was a trap, and I ran straight into it, like it was perfectly planned. Was this BumbleBee's idea all along? Did he call in and have them watch me? All I know is I'm heading back to my death.

We got to the driveway, it being obscenely long as we drove down it. I looked up to the front window without moving my bowed head, the outside going slower as we had to go through gravel. I felt the rocks in the road making the car bounce, I tried not to bump into the two men around me. I took in a breath through my nose, trying to be silent as I saw the cabin approaching. I watched CliffJumper and IronHide hold onto the door handle, preparing themselves to jump out as soon as the car stops. And when it did, the two doors rushed open, darting out like there was a bomb.

I watched Optimus take the keys out the car, throwing them to Ratchet who caught them and they both got out. I was still too scared to move, but when Optimus went to the door to my left, he instantly reached in and grabbed for me. I jumped out of my skin, falling on my back and trying to crawl away from him, but he gripped my ankles, yanking me towards him and grabbing the shirt on the back of my neck. He dragged me out the truck, me falling out as it was tall, but he gave me no time to catch myself, pulling me along side him, my knees and legs scraping on the gravel.

I was a doll in his hands, dragging me along him as he barged into the cabin. “Autobots!” When we were fully in, he threw me to the ground. I caught myself on my stomach, looking up to see BumbleBee, Arcee, Jazz and... Derek. He was alive!

Optimus stomped his gigantic boot into my back, slamming me to the floor, and my face hit the wood.

“You have 1 minute to explain yourselves.” He bellowed. All three of them rushed into action.

“Me and Jazz went out for a cigarette-”

“I was just having a ciggie when-”

“Then Bee came out being all angry-!”

“Then we heard a shout from the woods-”

“But I found Jones with a AX-”

“The lake was empty so I went back to the shack-”

“We beat Jones up because, I mean, he shouldn't have ran away ANYWAY-”

“I just went back to the cabin with Arcee-”

“THEN WE LOST HER!”

“THEN WE LOST HER!” The both of them said in sync.

All three of them went silent. I couldn't see BumbleBee properly with my head plastered to the ground, so I tried my best to listen. Derek was across from me, his head bowed, his face slowly dripping blood, a pool of it on the carpet he was sitting on next to the couch. Praise the lord, he's at least alive... For now.

Optimus went silent, looking to Derek, when he asked a low, daring, “This was your idea?” His voice was laced with anger, every part of him pissed off and ready to kill.

Derek looked up slowly, He only could see out one eye, his nose completely broken, and lips busted to high heaven. His breathing was slow, he was obviously exhausted. I wanted so bad to get up and help him. He looked to me, his expression not changing, probably unable to. He blinked back to Optimus, then nodded.

“Derek... No...” I whined, but Optimus wasn't ready for me to talk, he put his boot on my face, squishing me and I whimpered.

“You take full responsibly for this?” He barked, Derek stared. No, he'll get killed, I can't let this happen...

“Derek...!” I cried, a little louder, not caring what would happen to me. Optimus ground his boot into the side of my face, and I sobbed.

Derek kept his eyes on Optimus, unwavering, an expressionless face and blood seeping out through his entire body. I was in sorrow, I could help him, I could save him! I lost him once, I can't let him go again.

“Please!” I choked, and Optimus about had it with me, he took his boot off my face, but I couldn't react in time for him to kick me in the stomach. I coughed, gagging at the feeling of stomach acid coming up my throat.

“Answer me, Jones!” He snarled, and put his boot on my back again. I tried to push myself up, thinking I could outsmart him, but he slammed me back down, now putting more pressure on me.

Derek wasn't fighting, his hands tied behind his back, his legs underneath him as he sat on them, the unforgiving, enduring stare made every inch of me cry out. He was giving up, he couldn't fight anymore, he knew he couldn't win this, and it was killing me.

Derek nodded, a slow, gentle nod. Optimus straightened himself, looking around at all the quiet, dead still people. They were terrified, and rightfully so. I couldn't move, I couldn't get up to help, I was stuck here with these heathens.

Optimus looked to IronHide and CliffJumper who were at the edge of the living room, his glare intense.

“Drown him in the lake where they found him.”

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A Fond Farewell

With Rooster Teeth beginning its draw down, an era has truly passed. The company has lasted more than two decades. 18 (soon 19) seasons, five mini-series, and cameos and references in Halo itself for Red vs Blue. 9 volumes alongside two movies, a chibi series, Ice Queendom, and its own games for RWBY. And so much more beyond that, RT Shorts, podcasts, Achievement Hunter, The Slow Mo Guys, and on and on. That’s a lot, especially for a little startup launching off a web series. I was listening to “This Isn’t Goodbye, It’s See You Later” by Richie Branson while I was making this little memorial post. It’s a song made for another Rooster Teeth show, Camp Camp, and I have to say it’s some very appropriate music for this moment.

The day the news dropped, I wrote up a little comment in response to Rooster Teeth beginning its closing down, and I thought I’d share some of it here. I grew up with Rooster Teeth, a bit of a cheesy line I know, but it’s true for a lot of us. I was just a little kid way back in the early 2000’s, a kid that liked Halo (a game I didn’t even own for a long time, but played at a friend’s house), and was just getting curious about what I could find about it on YouTube. And that brought me into the world of music videos and skits and montages made for that little game I liked.

From there, I discovered a small web series called Red vs. Blue. I’d sneak onto my folk’s computer to watch it since they didn’t appreciate the language, and in doing so I dipped my toes into the wide world of the internet for the first time. As I got older, I eventually hopped onto Reddit for its discussion threads of Rooster Teeth’s latest show, RWBY. I began my first in-depth fandom interactions, speculating about the show, enjoying the flood of fanart, even got into fanfics about RWBY (those fics have had their own amazing evolution alongside the show) and to this day it’s the fandom I’ve followed and bookmarked the most fics from. All the while I was making friends and bonding with people through the community this company and its shows have created.

Watching the shows and people grow over time was, looking back on it, just like watching myself grow. I was never really a social media/internet kind of guy, until it came to Rooster Teeth. The shows, shorts, podcasts, it all opened up a whole new world for me. It’s sad to see it coming to a close, and I hope it gets picked up in the future. But I’m happy, too, that it’s left so much behind, and had such an impact on me. It’s left me with so many good memories. Rooster Teeth, its shows, those that created and worked on it, and above all the community around it will always have a special place in my heart.

So, I bid a fond farewell to Rooster Teeth and its crew, and anyone who may drift away from the fandom in time. I wish you all the best.

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Bumblebee 04 | jjk

• summary: Jeon Jungkook was your high school bully. What are you gonna do when your parents are forcing you to marry him as the country's most well-known CEO?

• pairing: ceo!jk x reader, high school bully!jk, dom!jk.

• genre: enemies to lovers, slowburn, high school bully to lover, arranged marriage, CEO/billionare romance, marriage of convenience.

• warnings: choking, humiliating (kinda idk), close proximity, cursing, miscommunication.

• WC: 2.1K aprox. (she's a little baby)

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A single tear runs down your cheek.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You've never cried over a guy. Is that going to change now?

Possibly.

Jungkook has already left for work at about 9:00, leaving you to your thoughts. He said you're due to show up at his office at 12:00, considering him being free for the day. He claims he needs to use his rare vacant hours to talk you over the basic dos and don’ts of working for him.

You agreed, acting like you've met him two days ago over a work interview.

“Y/N, I went to a gentlemen’s club yesterday.”

You run his words on repeat in your mind, like a jammed tape that's just running through your head. His voice refuses to back down, growing louder at your conscience. He's basically screaming the sentence at you now, overwhelming you.

“A strip club.”

Shit.

Another tear escapes.

In all honesty, you have no idea how to feel. One minute you’re fuming at how he didn’t care enough to show up to dinner yesterday, and the other you’re miserable; because you don’t want to be mad at him.

Every time your feelings are brought to the matter, you spiral. You truly don’t know how to feel. You want to understand him, but you’d be tossing your pride in the trash for you to forgive him for what he did. It was a mistake, you know how badly he knows he’s fucked up, but you still haven’t heard an apology. All it takes is one fucking apology, just good enough to show he cares.

You blocked your feelings out and wore a cold mask, in disguise of your true emotions. You expected him to be mad at that reaction, because you basically gave him nothing to work with, but he reciprocated it. He’s playing your game. Now, you’re going to play his.

You look at your reflection, wiping away at the stray tears of utter confusion. You plaster a satisfied smile as you appreciate the effort you put into the outfit you’re wearing.

You’re wearing a mini-dress.

In basic work attire ethics, wearing a mini-dress to work is inappropriate. It’s the epitome of unprofessionalism, and you’re wearing it purely to provoke Jungkook. He said you’re going to start working for him, but the poor man doesn’t know how you operate.

He’s giving you the secretary job only to show you who holds the true power, thinking it’s him who does.

He’s so gullible to think you can simply agree to work for him.

Soon, when you’re married to Mr. Jeon and you’re officially declared as his wife, you’re also officially a partner of the company. The company of which HG and Jeon Agencies will merge to form. So, in actuality, you're soon due to be working with him.

If you wore a mini dress to work as Jungkook’s future wife, who will dare to speak a word about it?

An off-shoulder, tight black mini dress- at that.

•••

You strut through the company like it’s your own, endless gaping faces staring your way.

Your head is held high, your hips swaying with every step in such an authoritative manner. It’s impressive- to say the least- the amount of confidence you’re radiating through every stride.

As you enter the elevator, you catch a rather cute employee- the quirky type with glasses- staring at youwith her jaw to the floor. You make sure to send her a rather flirty wink just before the elevator doors close and you’re taken up to Mr. Jeon’s office. You catch a glimpse of her swooning over the action with rosy cheeks, a victorious smile pulling the corners of your lips up.

A couple of minutes later, you’re in front of the secretary’s desk, Yoona staring up at you in bewilderment.

You smile at her half-heartedly, getting straight to the point; “Is Mr. Jeon alone in his office? Does he have anyone scheduled to meet him anytime soon?” Your voice drips in professionalism, cutting straight to the point.

Yoona takes quite a bit of time before she stutters a semi-coherent answer. “U-uh n-no. He’s alone.”

You nod your head in acknowledgement as your don’t waste your time any more, heading for Jungkook’s office door.

You don’t knock. Why would you?

Holy heavens.

Jungkook is leaning back on his desk as if awaiting your arrival. He has a glass of what seems to be whiskey in his hand. The tie around his neck loosened as his suit’s blazer was forgotten on the couch.

He has 2 leather chairs on either side in front of his desk and a wide couch in the center, in addition to an aesthetic coffee table; seemingly creating a lounge in the middle of his office.

He has a couple buttons of his shirt undone, as the sleeves of it are rolled up on his forearms. His hair tousled like he’d run his hand through it a million times, which he does before he smirks. He tucks one of his hands in his trousers’ pocket, using the second to bring the glass up to his lips. He smirks through it at you, all the while maintaining eye contact between you two. His watch glints in the sun, grabbing your attention.

You've always had a thing for men and watches, and goddamn is it a weakness.

The sun rays shine through the tall floor to ceiling glass windows, illuminating his figure and complimenting its height and the lean muscle that hides beneath the sheer material of the shirt.

The sight knocks the breath right out of your lungs and skyrockets your heartbeat to over one hundred and ten per minute.

Whoa.

His eyes rack over your body, starting from your toes and making their way up to your head. He takes his time taking you in, a glint of lust- maybe even hunger- swirling in his chocolate eyes. He takes another sip of whiskey.

“Mr. Jeon.”

“Mrs. Jeon.”

The name escapes his lips in an amused manner.

What?

Last time you checked, you were still Ms. Y/L/N.

“Excuse you?” You raise a brow as you approach him. You place your purse on the couch, joining his blazer as you strut towards him, your head held high.

“You better get used to being addressed by that, Y/N.” He stays leaned back on the desk, speaking as if he has not a care in the world. “You are my future wife, after all.” He smirks.

God damn that smirk of his.

Oh how much you want to kiss it off his face.

You continue your stride toward him, betraying no emotion when your face stays neutral.

You stop right in front of him, only to take the glass from between his fingers and cradle it in yours. “I can still say no, you know.”

You shrug casually, bringing the glass up to your lips to take a tantalizingly slow sip. You make sure to drink from the side he had drunk from, licking your lips after you let the sensation of the alcohol burn your throat.

His expression stays unreadable, so you make sure he understands what you mean: “To the marriage. I still have an option.”

As you go to set the glass back on the desk where he’s leaned on, you almost stumble causing him to hold you by your hips. You straighten, your nose touching his in the process.

He leans in further, his lips brushing against yours as he looks into your eyes. It feels like he’s staring deeper into your soul, and the thought scares you.

What if he finds things better left untouched?

What if he reads in between the lines of your emotions?

“What makes you think I’d let you?” He whispers to you, eliciting goosebumps on your skin. His hands are still glued to your waist the same way they always are, driving you absolutely mad in every way possible.

“This isn’t very professional now, is it, Mr. Jeon?” You place your hands on his chest as you push him away, solely to put distance between the both of you. A rosy blush kisses your cheeks as his hands find their home on your waist again, only for him to pull you closer.

His tone turns cold, speaking as if he hates the thoughts of you running through his head.

“You think you’re slick, huh?” He chuckles, but it comes out rather evil than lighthearted. You almost flinch.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” He stares deep into your eyes again, making your head swim. Your mind is too lost in his eyes to register the position you’re in. You don’t know what to do.

“Showing up to work in a mini-dress, Y/N?” His hand snakes up to rest on your jaw, but it’s a threat. It feels like a threat. You fail to move.

“That’s not very good now, is it?” He smiles, but it’s void of emotion. It’s scary. “Trying to provoke me?” His body is flush against yours now, with him no longer leaning against the desk, but handling your body in a way that makes it impossible for you to move; you don't even know if you want to. He’s taller than you- by far- his frame all too consuming the entirety of your thinking by towering over you.

His hand moves from your jaw to your neck, resting there. You struggle to appear unaffected, knowing very well how miserably you seem to be failing. The way he's looking at you almost seems like he's belittling you, making you doubt yourself every time you look at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You breathe out a response, surprising yourself. Why does he have such a great effect on you?

“Playing dumb now, are we?” He coos, mocking you in the way he smiles. His dimple laughs at you.

The hand on your neck flexes, barely cutting off your air suply.

You stay rooted to your spot. Your mind is going in so many different directions that it makes it harder to stay focused. Not that you are- by any means- focused. Your breaths are turning more shallow by the minute, but you love it.

You trust Jungkook, and he knows you do.

You'd trust him with your life, no matter how mad you are at him.

He's sure of it.

“Hm?” His tone grows irritated at your lack of response, so you simply shake your head no- as much as his grip allows you to- at least.

“I already taught you how to use your words, Y/N.” You can’t breathe. Your heart beats in your throat and you just can’t- breathe.

But still, you push through. “Why would I want to provoke you?” You ask instead.

“Don’t you feel betrayed?” Jungkook looks at you now. Fully looks at you. No playfulness, no amusement whatsoever. His hand falls from your neck, coming to rest at your waist.

The question catches you off guard. Where did this suddenly come from?

“Aren’t you hurt?” His eyes turn to ones so deep in feeling, it sets you off. Is he talking about the prior night?

“About?” You mask the emotions struggling to stay veiled by trying to sound as calm as possible.

Don’t show weakness. Your mind screams at you, a desperate attempt to keep you collected.

Of course you feel betrayed. Of course, you feel hurt. How dare he ask when it’s him that’s causing you to feel this way in the first place. All you crave in this particular moment is to unleash. Unleash the anger you’ve been trying so hard to bottle in. Although you crave that from deep within your bones, you stay cool- calm.

All the haze from the earlier teasing dissipates into thin air, and you take the time to properly look at the man before you.

Jungkook looks like he hasn’t slept in a week. He has dark purplish eye bags under his currently heavy lidded eyes; the most beautiful ones you’ve ever been graced to see. Even in the exhaustion clearly evident in them, his eyes hold infinite depths of beauty. They captivate your whole being, leaving you intoxicated by their effect.

“I’m tired, Y/N.” He looks like he’s seconds away from collapsing. He’s angry again, his face fully expressing anger and frustration. But you have the right to be angry, too. Doesn't he think so?

You don’t give a shit if it means you’re being petty. You deserve an apology.

Your eyes squint in defiance at him, and you see his muscles tense further as a response to the action.

“You humiliated me.” You scoff, staring at him in disbelief. “You think you deserve the right to be fucking angry, Mr. Jeon?” You jab a finger to his chest.

The formality aims straight for his heart, while the coldness laced in your velvety voice stabs at it further. He stays silent, looks at the floor as his hands fall from your waist, only to hang helplessly on either side of his body. He clenches them into fists, only to unclench them right after. He repeats the action, in hopes of focusing on it instead of you. He doesn’t want to talk about it. About this. He’s thought about it too much, where it’s gotten him to a dead end. He doesn’t know how to feel. He doesn’t understand what he feels towards you; it’s a feeling that catches him off-guard.

A feeling he isn’t familiar with. A feeling nobody taught him how to deal with.

You jab a finger to his chest again, “Pick me up at 9, we’re going to the club you suggested the other day.”

Your tone comes out void of emotion- another stab to the heart. His eyes don’t betray the floor he appears to be so fascinated in.

You step away from him, turning away. Just like that, you’ve left the office, leaving Jungkook to drown in the confusion that’s slowly eating away at his mind- little by little, piece by piece.

Little did you know, Jungkook was angry at himself.

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@hoseokteardrop @nays2112 @jksoftii @yu-justme @meadow-in-spring@bunnykoos @looneybleus @fushigurosdarling @alpha-mommy69 @nochuel @junecat18 @xjiminsthighsx @tanniesdoll @winterbeartaehyungbestboy @whoa-jo @ahgasegotarmy116 @jksusawife @frgetmenotz @baechugff @partyparty-yah @army130613210521 @drugerlime

#bumblebee #jungkook x you #bts jungkook #jeon jk #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook ff #jungkook #enemies to lovers #bts fanfiction

[thatturtleleon]

TFP reacting to you coming to the base with an injury (more specifically a leg injury)

Authors note: I may or may not have fell through my porch (stop laughing how dare you) and injured my leg rly bad, i am in pain lol and this is how im coping

Optimus Prime/Ratchet:

Optimus was working and discussing something with Ratchet when they saw you hobbling towards the stairs like some elderly person

Immediately asked what was wrong and if you're alright

You nod and wave it off as nothing, but your hesitation to walk up the stairs said otherwise

Once they realize something's up with your leg, Ratchet quickly goes into medic-mode and Optimus wants to know what happened, how it happened, and if your ok

Now you have two old bots asking a billion questions at once

After you've sat down on the bottoms steps and reassure them you're alright, you explain what happened

Both of them are like :0

Ratchet goes into medic-mode AGAIN, grumbling something along the lines of "how have humans survived this long" and "cannot believe humans use wood for architecture when it's such a safety hazard"

Optimus is calmer now knowing that you're ok, but still watches as Ratchet makes sure you're 100% not dying

Eventually they settle down, and lift you up very carefully to the couch area where you can rest

Don't you even THINK about touching those stairs.

Bumblebee:

Freaks out for a second

*panicked beeping noises* "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FELL THROUGH THE FLOOR WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LEG ARE YOU OK!!??"

You calm him down, explaining that it was just your leg that went through and all you got were a few splinters and some nasty scratches

He'll do whatever he can to make you feel better

Video games? Absolutely !! TV? Yes ! Taking you on a drive? Yesyes

Figures that if he keeps you busy (but off your leg), it'll distract you from the pain

and it works, but you do eventually need to rest and he'll be there if you need help with anything

Arcee:

"You what"

Kind of the same reaction as bumblebee but 10x calmer (at least on the outside)

On the inside she's worried bc you just told her you hurt your leg, yet you're WALKING still (wouldn't even call it walking, more like shakily limping around)

Arcee's not gonna baby you but she is gonna make sure you're ok throughout the day

Which means she's probably gonna stick by you a lot more

You don't mind it though, the two of you chat and chill most of the time

If she has to go on a mission while you're still recovering, she'll put you on the couch in the base and says if you even think about moving she'll fuck up your other leg (not really ofc but her "arcee-ness" tone makes you listen anyways)

Bulkhead:

Sweet bot i love him so much <33

You explain what happened in great detail and if cybertronians could get queasy, he would most definitely be

If Miko was there she would be all ears though LMAO

"Was there a lot of blood???!!!" "MIKO!"

Ofc asks if you're ok and how long it'll take until you get better

Probably'll ask Ratchet or June if he can do anything to help, and June says to make sure you change your bandages every few hours, and put medicine on so there's no risk of infection

Bulkhead states that humans need to be wrapped up in what the kids called "bubble-wrap" 24/7

Ratchet agrees

#i started writing this a few days ago so my leg is doing much better but my skin issues r not helping with the healing process lol #the giant hole in my porch is mocking and cackling at me #transformers #tfp #transformers prime #tf #maccaddam #macaddams #tfp hcs #transformers prime hcs #tfp bulkhead #tfp ratchet #tfp optimus prime #tfp miko #tfp bumblebee #tfp arcee #tfp x reader #platonic or romantic idc its up to you lovely reader

[uselessmicrowave]

Bumblebee is the definition of a twink, I want to wreck him so hard he’s left fragged stupid, processor buffering as he can’t do more than drool and moan around my spike as he gives a slobbery blowjob while his twitching valve gushes from the several overload I gave him beforehand

After painting his face plate with transfluid, start some tender after care with a bath and then tuck him into the berth

okay okay-- here's a horny little ramble abt a couple of the bee boys because i wasn't exactly sure which one you meant.

tfp bumblebee is honestly such a twunk, he's got a little himbo thing going on with being so clueless and those big blue eyes. he has the prettiest little face and every time i see a fic abt tfp bumblebee on any platform i'm overjoyed.

rid15 bublebee, another clueless himbo. that must be today's theme. he's such a sweetheart, i just. i want him to pick me up and let him do whatever he wants with me. he'd be so careful and gentle too, he wouldn't want to break you.

cyberverse bee, where do i even start- he's absolutely adorable. there needs to be cum all over his face. that goes with most of the bees but especially him.

i was gonna talk about tfa bee but he's just such a brat, he definetily needs to be tied up and denied for at least a couple of hours.

in conclusion, all bees can be good bees ;3

#swarms you #micro talks #valveplug #tfp #tfp x reader #bumblebee #tfp bumblebee #tfp bumblebee x reader #bumblebee x reader #rid15 #rid15 bumblebee #rid15 bumblebee x reader #cyberverse #cyberverse x reader #cyberverse bumblebee x reader #cyberverse bumblebee #tfa #tfa x reader #tfa bumblebee #tfa bumblebee x reader

[snipersfucker]

Can your brilliant naughty mind imagine what public sex with an Autobot would be like?

(i love public sex) so me have three ideas: actual public sex as in out in the open. hot...... & semi-open as in in the alley at night & the third one is actually fucking wild so i'm not gonna share cuz it better stay between me and my demons

anyway. the first one gotta be my favourite cuz we ain't doing anything illegal as long as we ain't getting caught. abandoned beach, mountains, forest..... my personal number one actually..... i feel like depending on the autobot they either wouldn't be too much into the idea that somebody could see you (prime) or. they would give absolutely no fucks (mirage) OR. be 50/50 as in "umm what if we get caught.... but umm.... actually i get hard when i think about it...." (bee) so yeah. and yeah.

it'd be magical tho, imagine if they weren't too much into that idea but hey they'd be fucking you so why not, they can handle it. and holy moly this is so good cuz there's that thrill of possibly getting caught (even when there's just a tini tiny chance it still works just fine) while getting pounded into oblivion........

and if they're veryvery much into it...... "till you lose your ability to walk" "till they break their spike" no. y'all ain't stopping. they can and will absolutely destroy your insides & make you get so loud there's no fucking way nobody heard that lmao

okay and the last one. well. at first it might be a bit weird just like with the not-too-into-it type but once they realise it's fucking hot to fuck in public? there is no end to it idc

and let's talk about the places, too. open spaces and all where you're 99.9% sure nobody will see/hear you? that's where you fuck the hardest & the loudest. me no make the rules. imagine screaming their name and the trees are listening. and the waves are seaing. and the birds are birding. return to nature.

and the alley thing...... you know i love that shit...... it's pretty small, your autobot is sitting down with their back against some building's wall..... and you're riding them :)) but guess what. you gotta be quiet :)) you don't want to wake everyone up do you :)) and if you can't they'll happily put their glossa in your mouth to shut you up :))

and we ain't talking about the third one bye

btw i'm so passionate about this topic i'm actually writing a paper on it thank you very much

#can we appreciate just how fucking long this post is #mirage x reader #mirage x you #mirage #mirage rotb #mirage x my pussy #transformers rotb #mirage transformers #transformers #rotb #smut #transformers smut #transformers x you #transformers x reader #maccadam #transformers imagine #bumblebee x you #bumblebee smut

[writeyouin]

Mirage X Reader - Falling

Description (This was a request but it got sent to my PMs instead of my inbox by accident): When Alison Moyet's song Falling comes on the radio, Mirage is forced to think about you and his feelings towards you.

A/N – Yep, so another Mirage one for all of you desperately waiting for the film to come out on a good pirating site in top quality.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

You stood at the sink washing dishes, a tune on your lips that you mumbled quietly to yourself, only half singing with your mind on other things like lost loves, failed relationships, and someone new in your life; Mirage.

“She said something like, I’m tired of me,” You sang Alison Moyet’s ‘Falling’, and then transitioned to whistling part more of the tune which had only come out a year prior.

Then, without the radio to follow, you reset to an earlier part of the tune, singing whichever little bits came to mind.

Little did you know, Mirage was spying on you, trying his best to imitate the stealthy way Arcee moved. Alas, subtlety wasn’t Mirage’s strong suit and he had already knocked over a row of garbage cans, and crushed some kid’s bike; he could only hope the bike wouldn’t be missed. Fortunately, among the usual noise and squalor of New York, nobody had cared about the sound or come out to explore.

Mirage wasn’t trying to be a creep by observing you. He just wanted to know more about your life and what you did. It seemed that in your day-to-day routine, you were obsessed with music. Bumblebee had already introduced Mirage to the concept of human music which was vastly different from the stuff that used to exist on Cybertron and Mirage liked it.

It was different from what he was used to for sure, but there were some songs he just couldn’t resist. The Twisted Sister song ‘We’re Not Gonna Take It,’ seemed to be a great Frag You to any Decepticon scum that attempted battle with him. And there was that one Bumblebee had introduced to him, ‘I Can’t Drive 55’, by that Sammy Hager fella. That was great, but Mirage was more than capable of beating that set speed and regularly did so when he wanted to bait the local authorities into a fun chase.

Still, he wasn’t sure he saw the appeal of this song. It sounded happy and sad at the same time, and he couldn’t decide which it was supposed to be with its New Wave vibe. Was it about falling, like it said? Falling for what? Mirage wasn’t sure, but you seemed to enjoy it. You hummed it quite a lot when you were thinking; he wasn’t sure you realised that you did that. It was one of the things he liked about you. It felt like you were letting your guard down when you hummed along to half a tune, and he enjoyed that you could feel so relaxed around him and the other Autobots.

Mirage might have called on you that night to ask you out on a drive; he liked your company. Alas, he got a message from Optimus telling him to return for the evening so they might meet the humans that Noah had been found by. Apparently, the new humans wished to discuss the possibility of an alliance with the Autobots.

Either way, Optimus’ message ended with, “Return to the rendezvous immediately.”

“Mirage, return,” Mirage mocked, impersonating Optimus. “Mirage, meet the humans. Mirage, I choose you.”

“Did I ask for your backtalk?” Optimus’ gravelly voice came through the radio.

“Scrap!” Mirage hurried to end the communication, having not realised that the line was still open when he had been joking around.

He transformed and raced off to the rendezvous point, any thoughts of you temporarily forgotten.

The next night, the Autobots stood in a unified line as they stared at their new base, a fully functional warehouse, with technology that they could use, even if it was primitive Earth tech.

“Optimus, can we trust these humans?” Arcee asked, her optics never leaving the building.

“We must try, Arcee. I see now that we have spent too much time working only for ourselves when we should have been working together.”

“Any way you want it, that’s the way you need it,” Bumblebee played from his speakers, using Journey’s immortalised words to convey his point.

Arcee looked past Optimus to catch a glimpse of Mirage, “You’ve been awfully quiet, Mirage. Thoughts?”

Mirage marched himself in front of the trio, clapping his servos together as he began his speech, “Well, I mean, clearly there’s a lot to think about here. There are the new humans we know, we have to check the place for bugs, and of course, there’s the most important matter of all-” He took a few slow steps backwards, “- who gets the biggest room. I call dibs!”

With that Mirage spun on his heel and pelted towards the base. Bumblebee, unwilling to let Mirage have all the fun joined in the race and chased after his ally, though when he had just about caught up, Mirage jumped backwards, crashing into Bumblebee and knocking him over. Before he could sprint off again, Bumblebee grabbed Mirage’s ankle and the two began brawling on the floor.

Optimus walked past the wrestling bots with dignity befitting his position and a dismayed shake of his head.

Arcee took a few steps closer to her allies, resting her servo on her hip as she took in the show.

‘Scouts will be scouts,’ She thought mirthfully.

Eventually, the competition was over, with Bumblebee the clear victor, and after sitting on top of Mirage for ten minutes, he finally let him get up, but only after Mirage admitted that Bumblebee was the best Autobot and the supreme Earth expert.

After that, they raced through the base, checking out every nook and cranny, and wondering which exits they could exploit and sneak out of, should Optimus try to ground them from the drive-in again.

Eventually, Bumblebee and Mirage settled down, each picking out a portion of the warehouse that was just for them. All rooms had been modified with individual entrances so they could come and go as they pleased. Mirage had even been hooked up with some sweet racing posters. He set about decorating the room to his liking, letting his internal radio play as he did so. After switching channels, he stumbled across the song you liked so much.

Curiously, he let it play, trying to really listen to what the lyrics meant.

She said something like I want to go Down where the river's wild He said take me then I want to drown Deep in your violent eyes

Deep in your violent eyes? Was it a love song? If it was, it was the strangest one he had heard before.

He continued listening.

But I want to be sure of one thing That I'm getting into something peaceful I want to fly in on your wing Way, way up here I don't care for anything It's all in, and I'm not afraid I don't fear Falling

There was no doubt about it. The song was indeed about falling in love.

Mirage felt a sharp prick of indignation. Were you in love with someone? He had to assume so, considering that you didn’t seem to sing anything else. It was always this song. Who were you in love with, and why did he care so much?

He wasn’t sure, but the idea of you with someone else made Mirage’s engines rev and his face contort disgustedly. You were his buddy, his pal, his partner in crime. Why did you need some stupid, boring human, when you could hang out with him? Speaking of which, when was the last time the two of you had hung out of late? You hadn’t been together much since he’d been repaired. Well, with his room claimed and little else to do, Mirage decided that tonight was as good as any to get in some bonding time.

He transformed, revving his engine loudly as he waited for the automatic garage door to open for him. His wheels spun on the spot in a move that would have burned rubber on any ordinary car. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door opened enough for him to slip through and he sped off, ignoring every speed limit he came across; if Prime gave him the third degree about laying low later, he would claim ignorance and take whatever punishment he was given.

When Mirage got to your house, he honked his horn loudly, waiting for you to open your window and see him. He couldn’t transform into his root-mode while a few seedy humans lingered about, so he had to wait for you to get to him… presuming you weren’t with someone lame, like a crush you hadn’t mentioned.

At the commotion, you poked your head out of the window, grinning when you saw Mirage. You held up two fingers, indicating that you would be two minutes and then hastily got changed from your pyjamas back into your day clothes. Grabbing your keys, you ran outside and climbed into Mirage’s passenger seat, buckling up in case he decided to take off before speaking as he was prone to do; buckling up was indeed a wise choice as Mirage took speedily to the streets.

“So,” You asked casually, “Business or pleasure?”

“Have you ever seen me do business? Business is for the big guy, you know, never smiles, never shows me that underbite, the big OP,” Mirage sassed you.

“I dunno, you seemed pretty business when you fought Scourge for me.”

“For you? No, no, no, I was fighting Scourge just for the sake of being the tri-planet champion.”

“Tri-planet champion?” You repeated incredulously. “You only fought him on Earth.”

“Yeah, but he’s from Galvatron, the living freaking planet. He fought on the Maximals’ planet, and he came here. Count ‘em – One, two, three. So, I digress, Tri-planet Champion.”

“Well, technically Noah was the one to face off with him, so-”

“Yeah, while he was inside me.”

“Okay, but Optimus was the one who took him offline.”

“Look, Optimus is always gonna be the champion of frowning and hard stares, a class I can’t compete in, so this is my thing.”

“All right,” You held up your hands in mock defeat. “You’re the champion.”

“Damn straight.”

“…Is the Champion going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nowhere. Everywhere, Anywhere the road takes us. Just sit back and relax. We could listen to some music,” Mirage suggested innocently, his hidden agenda on his processor.

“Sure, then I can be the champion of karaoke,” You bragged.

“Against my voice? In your dreams.”

“Oh, so you can fight, race, and sing? Triple threat.”

Mirage laughed and turned on his radio. He let a few songs play, letting you sing along while he distractedly kept his inner workings tuned on finding the Alison Moyet hit. It would likely play soon, considering its popularity.

After a few good tunes, Mirage managed to find the song and he switched channels.

“Oh hey, I’ve heard this one before,” He said nonchalantly, “This is that sappy love song, right?“

“I don’t think it’s that sappy,” You defended with a smile.

“Oh yeah? Why? Does it make you think of someone special or something?”

You imagined how easy it would be to tell Mirage the the ‘someone special’ was him; as it turned out, it wouldn’t be easy at all. You clamped your mouth shut, a blush peppering your cheeks.

“So there is someone!” Mirage said all too accusingly. “You won’t be needing me anymore then, when this new person comes into your life.”

“You sound angry.”

“No I don’t!” Mirage replied huffily, proving your point. “You know what? I don’t think I like this song after all.”

He turned the radio off and the two of you sat in awkward silence. He kept on driving, slamming down on the accelerator. There was a lot of noise from honking cars as he sped in and out of their way.

“Just tell me who it is!” Mirage demanded petulantly when the silence finally got to him. “Is it Noah? He’s probably your type, right?”

“Why do you care?” You asked, annoyed and upset by the turn of events from nice drive to speedy interrogation.

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you asking so many questions?”

“I just feel I deserve to know who it is.”

“NO YOU DON’T!” You yelled back. “THEY’RE MY FEELINGS”

“AND I’M YOUR FRIEND,” Mirage countered as if that ought to give him the right to know everything you thought.

“This is so stupid,” You breathed, shaking your head.

“Come on!” Mirage insisted. “Tell me!”

“No.”

“Tell me!”

“No!”

“Tell me, tell me, tell me-”

Against Mirage’s frustrating onslaught, you finally yelled, “IT’S YOU!”

Mirage slammed hard on the breaks and you lurched forward, hissing as the seatbelt bit painfully into your collar bone. Fortunately, you were in an area with no cars on the road, having got off the interstate some time ago.

“What?” Mirage asked.

“It’s nothing, just… take me home, please,” You begged, scared now that you had said too much.

“You like me? Like romantically? You like me romantically? You romantically like me?”

“You done with the combinations?” You said bitterly.

“But I’m- I’m an alien.”

“Yeah,” You threw your hands up. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. Now will you please take me home?”

Mirage transformed his arm, pulling you out of his chassis as the rest of his body followed suit. From his palm, you looked down to the floor, wondering whether it would be better to jump and get a concussion rather than have the embarrassing conversation that was about to follow.

“I don’t get it,” Mirage said, staring at you as if you were a complicated mathematics problem.

“I know,” You said, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself as if it might protect you from the sorrow you were feeling.

“No, but like, I really don’t get it. I thought you were just a friend, and kind of cool but I think- I think I feel the same way, maybe?”

You watched Mirage guardedly, unsure as to why he was asking you when it was his feelings that were scrambled.

“Look, Mirage, you don’t have to pity me, okay? Please don’t test yourself on me. I know I’m not what you’d look for and-”

Mirage pressed his lips against yours then hastily pulled away. You stared at him, too scared to speak.

He nodded to himself, pecked your lips again, and then vented a quick puff of air from his systems.

“Yeah, yep, yes,” He stammered. “That- That was a feeling. A-ha. Yeah, so I just found out I have a thing for you too.”

“You serious?” You asked, making sure that Mirage was alright as he stumbled through a barrage of new feelings.

“Yeah, I uh- I get the song now. Still don’t love it, but I get it.”

“Seriously? You’re still thinking about the song?”

“Hey, I’m thinking about a lot of things at once here (Y/N), mostly how I’m going to explain this to Prime later, a little bit about how this is going to work, and yeah, the song slipped in there. Frankly, I think we need to get you more into Bon Jovi, but I guess this could be our song or whatever.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “This was not how I pictured any of this going.”

“Yeah,” Mirage nodded, pacing back and forth, the motion rocking you on his palm, “But at least we got a song, right? Most new couples got nothing.”

Despite your tiredness, you couldn’t help smiling at his straightforward manner of thinking, “Sure, Mirage. At least we have a song.”

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Fear Me Or Die: Chapter Twelve: Medicine For The Sickness, Day 3

Pairing(s) for chapter: Rachet/Reader, Optimus/Reader

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Word count for chapter: 6.1k

Rating for chapter: Explicit

Warnings for this chapter: Violence, blood&gore, curse words, attempted sexual assault

A/n: (from Ao3): Oh YIPPEE! I finally uploaded on time! Yay me! So I've decided I'm gonna get Ratchet's art design redone. When I first ordered the one that I showed you, the person I got it commissioned from got some colors wrong, and I kinda just wanna get the entire thing redid. I gotta get some mon-mons for it, so I'ma work a little and do that.

 I'm sorry this chapter isn't as long as others, I was desperate to get it posted on time. On the bright side, I'm dating again :) My current girlfriends are good people, I even got one of them into Transformers! She made a request for a Megatron one shot LOL so I'll probably post that on AO3, it might end up being a two shot, maybe three, haven't decided yet, I'll see how she likes the first one. 

The only bad thing going on in my life atm is my eating habits are getting worse, but other than that things are finally getting better for me :) 

Alright my darlings, I shalt see you on the flip side. Ttyl, see you in the next chapter! <3

Ratchet could tell that something was bothering me, which surprised me. Either he knew that something was worrying me, or he was just generally concerned about me. He would take occasional glances at me from over his glasses as he sat in the chair next to me. I had a plate of food in my hands, and it was actual food this time, not just a handful of chips and a small sandwich.

Ratchet made me vegetable stir fry, he even gave me a pair of disposable chopsticks to match. He was too kind, especially considering the circumstances.

I picked and prodded at the food on the glass plate, moving it around as my mind wandered off the topic of CliffJumper, instead on the mission to Florida. The very first couple hours of me being in the presence of the Autobots, I blatantly remember them talking of a mission to New York and not Florida. I remember this because I made an intense mental note of it. I thought we would be going there, so this supposed new mission shocked me.

I wanted to ask Ratchet about these thoughts. I wanted to be snoopy and understand my life ahead of me, and maybe my lost mind showed on my expression and movements as Ratchet spoke to me.

“Are you not hungry?” He asked, poking at his tablet and looking down at it from over his glasses.

I cringed that it was obvious my absent mind, I peered up at him with my, now, normal concerned face. “What's going to happen to me?” I said, my voice soft and breathy.

He blinked up to me without moving his bent head, his brows raised and a serious frown showing. He sat down the tablet in his hands, letting out a huff from his lungs and taking hold of my food. My heart jolted, realizing that I just lost my chance to fill my stomach, but instead of taking my food away from me, he took the chopsticks and picked up a vegetable, bringing it to my mouth to feed me.

I began to eat, waiting for him to answer my question, and the longer I sat there, being fed, I grew impatient. “Please?” I asked.

His frown twitched, a hint of a smile growing. He made eye contact, taking his hues away from my mouth and giving me a warm, understanding grin.

I couldn't tell how I felt about him... He was obviously older by the roughness of his voice, from the way he talked about himself and mentioning how younger I am than everyone else... Yet he had no signs of age on his expression. His mountain-colored skin, a soft olive tone that made his orange irises look like a beautiful topaz, it complimented his hair. The almost unnaturally bold and vibrant red streaks that brushed through the white and grey told me he was young enough to not lose his color, but the bags underneath his eyes from stress said otherwise.

He was by no means ugly, he looked fantastic for his assumed age... I wouldn't know how to begin to ask him about his time on this planet, instead I focused more on the worry about the likelihood of being safe with him.

I understood now that he was protective over me, rather so, might I add. So much so, he stood up to Optimus for me... I don't know how to react. He was the first out of the group to give proper care and concern for my well being.

I wanted to pick him from the beginning. BumbleBee was trouble from the get-go. It was a mistake that Optimus did on choosing him, he made the mistake, he didn't understand... Unless it was all in my head. Optimus didn't seem the type to make such a life changing mistake towards one of his soldiers... Jesus all mighty... How much of this was planned?

Ratchet continued feeding me, breaking his soothing smile from his lips and being slow to speak to me. “You'll be with me for as long as I'm allowed to have you.” He said back, comforting me immensely. “There's only so much I can do against Jazz, though, I'm afraid...” He told.

Confusion swirled around my mind for a short second, I flicked my eyes between his as I asked him about it. “Don't I get along with Jazz? What... What will he do?”

He blinked blankly, only taking a moment to answer. “He is unpredictable, but he is also higher than me in the food chain...” He grumbled, blinking from the side of his eye at Optimus, who didn't seem phased but I could tell he was listening as he held his head a little higher.

I lowered my voice, watching the giant before turning back to the medic. “You don't think he'd hurt me... Do you?” I asked weakly. His neutral expression turned slightly frustrated, his life-long frown more profound.

“I can never tell with him...” He sighed, looking down at the plate as I finished the last bite. He sat it down next to me on the table I was atop. He took hold of my hands, squeezing them ever so gently and expressing his worried concern towards me. “Promise me something...” He began, I nodded.

“Yes... Of course.” I said back.

“If he tries something on you... Don't fight him. It's not worth your life. I can't protect you from him, he's Optimus' right hand man, I... I can't do anything against him. Both of our lives will be on the line if I do.” He warned.

My lips morphed inward, nibbling on the outside of them in fear. I took him seriously, yet I wasn't sure how to react. Ratchet obviously cared about me enough to tell me this in front of Optimus, and I'm understanding now that Jazz... Maybe wasn't as playful as he seemed. I need to stay my distance from him...

“Do you understand?” He questioned, raising his brows and his tired eyes mimicked mine.

“I-I understand... I promise I won't.” I swore, and I meant it.

He stared at me, searching my eyes for a sign of dishonesty. I tried to keep hold of the connection between us, and when he decided I took him seriously enough, he blinked away. “Optimus, the cars should be warm enough now. Are we leaving soon?” He asked the Knight.

The dark male looked over to us, his monotone eyes and one raised brow told me he was contemplating his words, probably studying us from the discussion previously. He blinked to the floor, stepping toward us and reaching a calm hand up to my face. “Yes. Jazz is collecting his music then we will be ready.” He told, brushing a flyaway behind my ear. I couldn't keep eye contact, looking down to my hands.

“IronHide's already got my luggage...” He grumbled, itching his chin in thought. He huffed and stood up... He really was a grumpy old man. He got up to go to the front door and went out, leaving the door open but the screen slammed shut, making me jump. I heard him talking to BumbleBee about something.

Optimus watched him leave, keeping his eyes on the door as he retracted his hand behind his back. I looked where he did, peering at the door from my bowed head.

There was an uneasy silence between the two of us as he stood close to me, the noise going on outside made the silence unbearable. My mind searched the door for any sign of joy, while I assumed Optimus only debated me mentally.

“I find it amusing that you find comfort in our doctor.” He suddenly said, making my lips twitch uncontrollably as I blinked up to him without moving my head. He stared off at the door, looking out and watching the people bickering with each other outside.

“We-Well I-...” I tried to say.

“I also find it amusing that you are as much of a fighter as you are.” He interrupted me. I twisted my index finger back and forth in uncomfortable tension. He smiled softly, a grin that made my skin crawl.

“I do not believe I have ever met a Omega as brave as you...” He stated, tilting his head to the side in thought. “Oh, well... That cannot be right...” He blinked down to me, the stilling smirk causing my eyes to water but not cry.

He brought his hand out behind his back, bringing it to my chin and lifting it with pillow soft touch. I stared up at him, my comfort again not a worry in his mind. “I remember now...” He whispered. “I knew a Omega, like you, that was too brave for her position. Oh, but... She grew to know it rather well, didn't she?” He asked, and I knew he was implying something different than what this supposed woman was...

He moved his hand away from my chin, though I still looked up at him. He brought it to my shoulder, tickling my skin as he circled my bones, slowly moving up to my bandaged bite. He pushed the slightest bit of pressure onto it, and my body flinched in pain. I corrected my sudden movement, forcing myself to sit still, yet my bottom lip quivered, my eyes unable to keep contact as I looked to the ground. I fought tooth and nail to not let my hues well.

“Omega's learn through punishment.” He growled, putting more pressure on my wound. My shoulder lifted in a surge. “She learned through pain, didn't she...” He wasn't talking about a distant woman, he was talking about me.

“Please...” I whimpered, bringing a bandaged hand to my collarbone, trying to stop the torment.

“Please what, Omega?” He taunted, now taking hold of my clothed shoulder and gripping it, engulfing the side of my neck and digging his nails into my flesh. I slapped a hand to my mouth, wanting everything to pull away, run away, something!

When he grabbed a chunk of my hair and flung my head up to look at him, my sight was forced to shakily steady on his. “I said... Please what, Omega...” His voice was smooth and calm, like he did this with anyone and everyone. I gripped his hands with mine, now allowing myself to cry and struggle words out.

“P-Ple-ase s-st-op sir-sir!” I forced out, the pain immeasurable and consuming my body.

“Atta girl...” He praised but didn't let go of me just yet, instead his grin only grew. “You cripple so easily, don't you little lady?” He played, my mind was like a plane on fire, all my thoughts screaming in panic as I tried to struggle out of his grip.

“S-Sir-” I said through gritted teeth, tears rolling down my cheeks but that didn't seem to phase him. His half-lidded eyes stared longingly down at mine, clearly enjoying the pain he was causing me.

It was just like him. This was just like the first time I was alone with him. He taughts me, he hurts me, I can't get away from this man even if I tried.

“What is it? Do you want me to stop?” He asked, the sarcasm and teasing nature to his tone caused my face to twitch in humiliation.

“Y-Yes plea-se sir-sir.” I said back through hiccups, knowing that's what he wanted to hear.

“Aww... You poor thing...” He replied, as if he was talking about a crying baby. Was that really what I was to this man? A thing? “Well because you asked so nicely...” He said, allowing my head to drop from his hold on me, and I flinched, crumbling into myself.

I whimpered, covering my mouth to prevent me from sobbing. I hunched my shoulders over and felt my head where he grabbed me, feeling that it was pulsing in pain.

He didn't step away from me, he didn't move away, he stood in the same position he always does. Long and tall, hands behind his back... He was confident, unapologetic towards me, and overall... An awful human being.

“Omegas are so easy to break...” He cooed, brushing a flyaway behind my ear. I wanted to pull away, I hated his touch, yet I knew I would be man-handled again if I tried.

I took my hand away from my head and towards my neck, feeling my pulse and seeing that it was rapid. I attempted to calm myself down by wrapping my arm around my stomach, shrinking into my body, and forming a comfortable hold around my waist.

I can't believe I allowed that to happen again...

“Optimus your truck is warmed up!” I heard CliffJumper shout from behind the door, and the male before me looked away, our contact breaking, and my gut was instantly relieved.

“Ratchet!” He bellowed out, and I jumped so hard I almost fell off of the table.

In came running the redhead.

“Get your tablet, we're heading out.” He told him, starting to make his way out the cabin.

I darted my eyes to the redhead, opening my arms to him when he came to my front, having a sad look in his eyes when he noticed my tears. He didn't question me when he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and I bowed my head into his shoulder, my arms tossed over his neck. He was warm, so incredibly warm...

We made our way out the cabin, the door closing shut, and IronHide locked it. Ratchet carried me to the ambulance that I didn't notice was there. He opened the passenger side and climbed up the stair, sitting me down and I released him from my hold.

I looked around, noticing that it looked pretty similar to a average truck, except there was a gigantic center console with all types of buttons and radio wires. My sorrowful eyes blinked away from it, the Autobots gathered around the front of the car, listening in on what Optimus had to say.

“The trip to Florida is a catch and release. Nothing more, nothing less.” He directed, I was confused, but didn't dare speak up. “I'm sure you all have heard of the Decepticon facility leader in Florida by the name Shockwave.” He told...

Wait...

I worked in a Decepticon facility a couple years back, I worked under the boss of all bosses... How have I not heard of this man?

He has a name similar to these people, which wasn't much of a surprise, considering people often used aliases in the organization to keep hidden from Autobots... But... Wait... Why did... Why did the Autobots use these names, then?

CliffJumper raised his hand. “I thought we weren't supposed to worry about that guy, ay boss?” He asked, I leaned over in my seat, watching Ratchet whisper something to IronHide.

“He has become a problem as of recent events...” Optimus looked up to me at those words, and I lowered my head more into the car.

“So what's the plan, boss?” CliffJumper asked, leaning on his leg and crossing his arms.

Optimus took a second to answer, his eyes lingering across from me in one of the other cars, and when I looked in the direction he did, I saw Derek... He was in the passenger of a brand new Dodge Challenger, his serious and swollen eyes looking outside at the group of terrorists. I felt my heart flutter at the sight of him, thank god, he's still okay...

“We will be departing here shortly. We will travel through Kansas today and rest in Arkansas tonight. Tomorrow we will arrive in Florida, then we will scout the facility in St. Petersburg in the bay area. From there, you will meet with Sideswipe.” He told. Oh great, more new people...

Everyone nodded in acceptance and approval.

“Does everyone have their suitcases?” He questioned, and the group said yes in unison. “Then I will be driving IronHide's vehicle. Roll out.” He said.

The bunch dispersed, and coming over to where I was, Ratchet was getting ready to talk to me before Arcee caught him.

“Doc?” She asked, seeming a lot nicer than she was only ten or so minutes ago.

“Arcee.” He told back, not turning to look at him, and I guessed he was pissy.

“Um...” She cleared her throat, that was enough for him to blink to her.

“What? I'm busy.” He snapped. I could tell on the look on her face that she was uncomfortable, her brows furrowed and eyes looking down at the ground in what looked like pain. She had a hand wrapped around her stomach as she held onto the ambulance's door for support for her legs.

“I'm... I'm having cramps.” She said, a lot more hesitatingly than what I normally seen from her.

His expression changed to shock for a short moment before turning frustrated again. “You haven't been taking your meds then I presume?” He barked, an aggression I wasn't expecting from him.

She looked ashamed, but was quick to respond. “You can give them to me now, right? I-I mean it's not too late, right?” She was extremely nervous for whatever she was talking about. Medication wasn't something I often thought of, especially not for something as little as a head cramp... It was just a headache, wasn't it?

“No, Arcee. I can not give them to you. Your body will reject them and you will be hospitalized. You should have been taking them, you know better!” Ratchet was mad, clearly. It made my nerves tingle in anxiety.

“What's going on Ratchet?” CliffJumper asked, coming to Arcee's side and putting a caring hand on her shoulder.

“She's having cramps...” He cursed, shaking his head at the female.

“Really? Goddamn it, Cee...” CliffJumper pushed her head roughly, and she snapped back in a panic.

“It's not my fault, okay! These two fuckers wanted to dick around and I forgot to take my meds!” I couldn't tell if she was angry or terrified, either way, I wasn't going to mess with her.

“How the hell are you supposed to come on this mission if you're in heat, goddamn it! You're gonna ruin it for everyone! Wait- You're having cramps NOW?!” He shouted, putting his hands up and backing into the Challenger behind him.

“CJ it's not like that-” She begged, but he put a finger to his lips, a sudden fear in his eyes as he rushed to open his car door, but it seemed to be locked.

Arcee is in HEAT?!

“No- You stay over there! Don't even touch me, okay! I can already smell you! Get away from me!” When CliffJumper couldn't get the door open, he resulted to backing away to the end of the car, but she followed. They danced around the Challenger, playing a stupid game of tag that felt like lives were on the line for... I wanted to mentally laugh, but the forming crowd of men coming to see what the commotion was about was building.

Arcee? BumbleBee dipped in, clapping his hands a few times to grab her attention, but she was hooked on trying to get ahold of the noriet. Ratchet? What's the d-e-a-l?

“Arcee forgot to take her medication. She is going into heat.” The redhead told back, and the realization between the blonde, Jazz and IronHide was instant... But as the nods faded from the understanding of the distress the female was in, the rush of fear that laced their faces at the knowledge as to why CliffJumper was running from her sent the three booking it to their cars.

I watched and listened as their doors SLAMMED shut, Jazz being the first to make his wheels spin in place and back out the driveway, IronHide got in the passenger with Optimus, and BumbleBee was in a hurry to follow Jazz.

I... Was baffled. I looked to Ratchet, checking his expression for a sign of concern, worry or even fear like the others had... But he was totally unphased.

Ratchet shook his head at the chasing two, then blinked to me and said a quick, “Watch your feet.” to me and closed the side door, locking me in. I watched him walk around the car, getting into the front seat and taking no time to put the key in the ignition and start it, letting out a great and deep sigh from his lungs that I knew he was holding in.

I flicked my eyes between his closed ones behind his glasses, my hands wrapped around my stomach as well, still feeling nauseous from the incident with Optimus a half hour or so ago.

“Doctor...?” I asked softly, my voice cracky but whisper like. He didn't look up to me as he started to back up out the drive way, turning around and making our way to the main road which was a good five miles out.

“A heat for a female like Arcee is toxic for younger men.” He explained, my eyes widened.

“She's toxic? Like poisonous?” I questioned genuinely. He sighed again, this time not as dramatic.

“No. I mean she will cause a male to go into a rut.” He explained more, I was slightly less worried. “A type B Alpha female going into heat isn't as bad as...” He trailed off, but I knew what he was talking about.

“As bad as a type B Omega?” I finished, he blinked knowingly at the road ahead.

“Yes.” He replied back. “Alpha females can hold it down till she is ready, but because she hasn't been taking her medication, she will need to face it within the next week before it becomes painful.” He told, I was curious.

“Face it?” I asked.

He mumbled something under his breath, looking slightly irritated. “She will need to have sex.” I got instant goosebumps. Arcee? Have sex? I don't know why, but I just couldn't wrap my head around that...

“With who?” I questioned again, he scoffed.

“Realistically anyone she can get her hands on.” He paused. “But most likely we will need to order an escort for her.”

“An escort?!” I replied shockingly. I had heard my entire life about that word, yet I knew absolutely nothing of what it meant.

“Someone who has intercourse with her to take the heat away.” He glanced over at me then back to the road, his eyes turning gentle at my surprise. He brought a thoughtful hand to my exposed knee, squeezing it affectionately and my body zipped and zapped with tingles... What the fuck was that?

When he took his hand away and went back to the steering wheel, my hues couldn't help but stare at his scarred, rough skin.

“There is pills in the bag on the floorboard there.” He nudged his head towards my feet, and I blinked down to a medical bag before me on the floor. I reached down and picked it up, bringing it to my lap.

“There's a white bottle with the label Ondansetron. Take one then give me a bottle labeled Triptan.” He told me. I started unzipping the bag, taking a second to look through it to find the two bottles... There was a lot in there.

“What are they for?” I asked, sitting down the bag and looking around for a bottle of water, which was in the cup holder in the door.

“Ondansetron is for nausea.” He answered. I glanced to him.

“How did you...” I squinted my eyes at him as he morphed his lips inward.

“You're a pure. You don't get heats, but you sure get sick from being around them...” He laughed.

Is that why I keep throwing up?

“I wasn't... I wasn't around Arcee when I threw up the first time, though?” I was slightly fearful with my words, but he understood what I meant.

“Just because you can't sense it mentally, doesn't mean your body can't.” He looked over at me. “Being around a growing rut in type B Alpha's can make you sick very easily.” He turned back to the road.

I listened to his words carefully, studying them and thinking to myself about what he meant.

“Are... The guys going into a rut?”

His brow twitched. “I can tell Optimus is.” He simply said, and that was enough for me.

I looked down at the bottle of pills, my stomach turning again and I started to open it more frantically than I intended. I took some out and took a sip of my water, shoving the pills into my mouth and being quick to swallow, hoping it would force down the gut-wrenching feeling in my lower region. I opened the other bottle and handed him the pills he requested. He took them without needing water.

“Am I asking too many questions?” I asked, peering down at my hands as I sat the bottles down, my fingers playing with one another.

“You need to know about this.” He told back. “I would rather you learn from me and not from BumbleBee. He doesn't know what he's talking about.”

I had a question in the back of my mind that I wanted to ask, my daring thoughts clouding my mind and vision...

“Doctor?” I said. He grumbled. “Are... Are you going into a rut?” I didn't know if I had the courage to look up at him, the question wasn't something I'd ever ask someone like Optimus or BumbleBee, but I felt comfortable with Ratchet. He was good to me.

He didn't answer me at first, perhaps thinking on his words, but his response sent a silence upon us for the next hour of the trip...

“Yes.”

The bumpy and rough, old, broken-down highway wasn't the main road. There were only a few cars that passed us, a couple bikers taking the back roads told me they wanted to speed, and I mentally laughed, silently screaming though, as a cop was hiding behind a group of trees, pulling them over and probably giving them a ticket.

I could feel myself get wary at the sight of an actual police officer, but there was zero chance I'd get to talk to them. We were going 60 miles an hour, it's not like I can wave him down, or hell, jump out the window. I could tell the doors were locked, and no, there was not a unlock button on my side.

I noticed that we were pulling off the main road, going into a small town, that soon turned bigger the more we drove into it. I had no idea where we were. No idea how we got here. The silence between me and the doctor made my mind faze in and out, a blurriness to my sight as I tried to stay focused. We went by a few restaurants, soon driving into a strip mall where there was a icecream shop and clothing stores. I knew now that we would be getting me proper clothes.

He parked the large truck and looked at me, I blinked my eyes to him and we sat in even more silence as he stared at me.

“I'm going to need you to not make a scene.” He started. I tried to hide my nervousness. “You know I can't let you go.” My heart skipped a beat. “But I need you to stay level headed. It won't be easy, but it's for your own, and other's safety.” He told me, implying others can get hurt if I mess up...

He glanced away and opened the door, unlocking my side and I watched him get out.

“D-Doctor?” I squeaked out, he ignored me and closed his door, going to the back of the ambulance where I couldn't see him. I heard the doors being opened from the back, and I wondered what he was doing. I opened my own door, swinging my legs around and peeking over the edge to see if I could spot him.

He came over with a wheel chair, and I felt repulsed.

“I have to sit in that?" I whimpered, he rolled his eyes.

“Would you rather walk in there with your ripped open feet and no shoes?” He sassed back. I stared, shocked but shook my head. “Then come here.” He came to me and picked me up by my underarms, sitting me on the chair and I put my feet on the rests, feeling humiliated.

He closed my door and rolled me over to the back of the truck, getting ready to close those as well, when something caught his attention.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

There was something inside making a loud noise, I instinctively thought it might have been a heart rate monitor acting up, but as his brows folded inward, a confusion lacing his face, it soon turned more shocked.

His motions were abrupt, climbing into the back and looked down on one of the chairs as that same giant location device came into view that I saw him work on. He opened it like a suit case, squatting down and searching it for something. He pressed a few buttons, it beeping even louder. He took his eyes away from the locator and towards the outside, I followed his sight with my hues, looking around like I could spot what he had seen.

“Shit...” He cursed, rushing to get out the truck. He picked me up again, taking me by my underarms and climbed up the stairs, sitting on atop the side chair and rushing out again.

“D-Doctor? What's going on?” I asked, worry consuming my insides.

He looked around again, a fear in his eyes that I had only seen in BumbleBee before he got beat up by Optimus.

“Shit shit shit...” He cursed again, getting ready to close me in. “Stay quiet.” He told me, locking me into the back of the truck.

The darkness in the small, confined room was hard on the eyes, but as my orbs adjusted, the view of the device came in...

There was a bright green light next to a yellow one, the both of them standing still and next to each other. Beside it was wording, too blurry to make out. I pushed myself to the edge of the seat, rubbing my eyes and seeing the words.

Soundwave – 20 feet

Soundwave... Was that one of them?

The name sounded familiar, I knew I never met this person, but for some reason it rang a bell in my head.

I searched my memory for this name, other names like StarScream, a team leader I worked with a couple years back, Barricade, the head of the security guards and...

SoundWave... A bounty hunter that specialized in tracking the Autobots.

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It's nice, Bumblebee thinks while watching you work. Your tiny fingers tapping away at a keyboard he could crush with only one digit of his own. You're calm, and quiet, and all too absorbed with the work you've been assigned.

You're breathing softly, a quiet whistle he can pick out of any room with the familiarity. Senses heightened with millennia of scout training, he han hear every annoyed sigh and soft tut as you work out whatever problem you were given, your complaints seemingly lost on everyone else around as he observes you.

He knows it's odd; the way he slows down his routine just to be this much closer to you. He's known for his speed, not his forgoing it to spend time with anyone - much less a human. But here his is, pede-steps soft while he glances your way again.

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[kittycookiesuwu]

Hiya! I love your art and wanna ask if you could draw some family art with Optimus, Ratchet, and Bumblebee (both little and older... teenage?) Your art just makes me wanna watch Prime over and over again ^^

Hiyaa! Thanks alot for the kind words- I tried doodling something, might not be the best but I hope you like them :)

I have not drawn Bumblebee that much either so hope he doesn't look horrible in my artstyle :'DDD

#kcart #optimus x ratchet #tfp ratchet #tfp optimus prime #op/r #transformers #tfp #tfp bumblebee #thank you for asking!

[cybertronian-reader-imagines]

Imagine femme bot reader being a hugger/cuddler. Femme reader is also lovable, short, and childish, so they get a lot of admirers.

No continuity or characters were given here but my brain just immediately went "Earthspark" and imagined Femme!Reader is also just a really loving and supportive teacher to the Terrans. LOTS of hugs and pats on the back when the kiddos do a good job. Not to mention every single Cybertronian in this continuity needs a hug I stg

Content Warning: Mentions of PTSD in this one. TBF that's probably a warning for a LOT of my stuff - there's robots be traumatized.

The Earthspark!Autobots recruiting a Femme!Autobot who is a smol, energetic cuddler would include...

Optimus has always been pretty casual about giving his cohorts pats on the back/side hugs/etc, but they don't so often respond to him as enthusiastically as you. They see him as this larger than life thing,  so it makes him really happy that you're so relaxed around him. Between that and how you make sure the Terrans receive physical reassurance, and the two of you become fast friends.

Elita-1 doesn't really initiate hugs, being more of a words person, but once she adjusts to how physical you are she will crush you with affection in return. She immediately gets the sort of bot you are and recognizes your warmth as strength. She will call anybody out who assumes your childish nature makes you naive. Speaking of which....

Megatron has zero idea how to deal with it when you straight up hug him in front of everybody for the first time, and it shows on his shocked face in a way he may never live down. During the war, he never let anybody that close, and while he's mellowed out a great deal now, most bots would be afraid or at least cautious to try being so affectionate with him. He's likely the most prone to assuming your demeanor means you're innocent, even if you've actually suffered from the war as much as anybody else.

Wheeljack ends up asking you for advice on being more open and warm with Twitch - it's not something that comes naturally to him, and he can tell physical reassurance does her a lot of good. You help him out and in return he often has a new gadget for you as a thank you present... to mixed results.

Bumblebee is the most hesitant around you at first - the last thing they need is another child running about, for Primus' sake. Autobots need to be mature and professional. But eventually, he realizes nothing about your sunny disposition keeps you from doing the job at hand just as well as the rest of the team, and from there it doesn't take him long to get attached. 

Arcee is the most like you in disposition AND size, so you two immediately click. She's not as much of a hugger as you, but will respond enthusiastically to a hug by straight up LIFTING you off the ground and swinging you about. The terrans LOVE when you two are teaching, because you're the most encouraging and least intimidating duo of any of the Autobots.

Please, for the love of Primus, give Grimlock a hug. He's not going to openly ask for one, but he needs one badly. He never acts too excited when you hug him but also never backs away or tells you to stop... and you notice the more you comfort him, the more likely he is to come to you when he's had a rough flashback or is otherwise just feeling out of sorts, and not so subtly sit or bend over in a way that makes it easy for you to reach up and hug him.

#earthspark x reader #transformers earthspark #optimus x reader #elita 1 x reader #femme reader #platonic #wheeljack x reader #bumblebee x reader #megatron x reader #arcee x reader #grimlock x reader #what do you mean that gif was a choice shut up #elita 1 could break my ribs in a hug anytime is all

[thepainhouse]

weird lil guys

#transformers #tf #tf art #tf fanart #bumblebee #arcee #cliffjumper #hot rod #mirage #maccadam #tf g1 #digital art #digital drawing #fanart #ibis paint x #pov youre optimus and you just got out of your room