Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

Maybe I'm Not So Bad! (Arcee/Optimus X Femme! Reader)

A/N: A CRAZY CHAPTER KLNSDLKNLDSFNLD-
I have no words except that this is a crackhead chapter.
Spoilers ahead; this is one SASSY story!
Enjoy~
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“Damn it, I got the boss bot AGAIN!?” I groaned, facing the Autobot leader with an annoyed expression. This is the fourth time of the week and my back still hurts from our previous encounters!

Why in the Allspark’s name did I join this fragging mission again?

Pulling a long face, I gave the Prime a flat look.

“Hi.” I sighed, wiping my tired optics and fought the urge to yawn before the 30 feet bot. “It’s really late so can we just finish this game quickly? I wanna head back for an oil bath. ”

“Finish this game…?” Optimus trailed off, staring back at the Decepticon femme with a blank look. “Have we even started anything?” he asked, changing his swords back into servos.

“Nope, but I believe you and I know how this would go; We’d roar at one another and then rustle for a moment before your team comes in for backup, that’s when I’ll shout whatever Cybertronian cuss language available and hastily leave the scene with my injuries. Voilà, roll credits!” I gave up fighting my systems and let out a soft yawn, rubbing both of my cheeks to keep me online.

“You are…tired.”

“No scrap, Optimus. It’s 12.30am and I’ve yet to wash up nor have I refuelled for the past few days.” I growled, sleepiness getting the best of my moods.

“I see.” He replied in an even tone. Looking to his shoulders, the red and blue mech nodded to himself as he observed no one in the vicinity. "I'll let you head back to recharge then.” He offered.

“That’s really nice but if you hadn’t forgotten, you’re having the relic that my leader wants, so I’ll give that a hard pass.” I muttered, though I was REALLY keen on taking up his offer.

I am freaking exhausted, okay!? Cut me some slack, damn it!

“I’m sorry to say that I cannot grant your second wish, (Y/N).”

“Then how about we get into the fighting part already? At least land a few blows before leaving with your team.” I said, brandishing my bow and arrow.

Tilting my helm, I gave the Prime a lopsided smile. “I've got an idea. I don’t kill you; you don’t kill me. Sounds fair?”

“It doesn’t have to come down this way-”

“Please just kick my fragging aft already, thank you. You and I know that I am no match for with your strength.” I sighed in frustration and fired the shot, forcing Optimus to retaliate with his blasters.

He shot a few blows back and I ducked them all, diving left and right to evade his attacks and stuck my servos out, making a grab for the tiny device on his palms. He jumped back, putting more distance between the two of us.

“Tsk.” Cracking my knuckles, I crouched low and sprinted helm first, optics on the prize.

Unfortunately, I was dealing with a PRIME of all bots! That slagger managed to nick my shoulderplates with his blades, drawing out fresh Energon.

Damn it, I was hoping for just a minor scratch, you dense frag!

“Oh, sorry.” He said, somehow reading my thoughts perfectly.

“Thanks a lot. ” I rolled my optics, raising my peds to reach his face. The Prime grabbed it and flipped me over, successfully aggravating my backache even more.

…Seriously?

“Ow…” I whined, unable to get up. My systems were blaring warnings and I figured that his throw only amplified my injuries. “G-Great job acting, Optimus…”

“I-I wasn’t exactly a-acting…” he faltered in his moves, crouching down to my side. “Are you alright?”

“Take a good look, mister.”

“Point taken.” He sighed. Holding two digits to his audial receptors, he commed base.

“Ratchet, I need-” I cupped his dermas quickly, shushing him as I felt more stinging sensation flared up behind me. Shaking my helm, I fought the coolants from spilling as I denied his request.

‘Let me go.’ I mouthed. I was already at my limit and I don’t think I am able to handle another attack from his team, regardless it being intentional or not.

Nodding, the Prime cut his communications off and helped me up, optics dimming with worry as he realised how bad he had hurt me.

“I’m so sorry…” he sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of my bloodied shoulders.

Waving him off, I gave him a tiny smile to mask my pain.

“It’ll heal. Goodnight OP.” and I transformed, blasting off to the skies as I requested for a groundbridge. Arriving back to base, I sent Soundwave a quiet gratitude before heading to the medical room, hoping to get my wounds treated.

Smells of perfume filled my olfactory sensors and I rolled my optics, face-servoing at the diva medic.

“Knocks…” I began, pinching an imaginary nose bridge at the sight of our CMO laying down on the medical berth, enjoying his spa with Breakdown by his side. He peeled one cucumber away from his optics, giving me an annoyed stare.

“I’m close for the day; come back tomorrow.”

“If I can, that is.” I growled, stomping over to his workspace.