Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

Rest Well, Love. Part Three (Human! Optimus X Human! Reader)

A/N: UWU BACK AT IT WITH THIS STORY XDXD

Idk how to do this chapter but uh...I guess I'll try? XD it's really not supposed to have a part three cus I wanted it to be vague UWU

But uh...enjoy? XD

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"So...are you going to tell her or not?" Ratchet gave his closest friend a blank stare as the Prime sat across him, legs bouncing up and down uncontrollably. "If you move that leg one more time Prime, I'll saw it off." He warned.

THAT got the flustered Optimus to stop his jitters.

"Old friend, I really-"

"If you fragging tell me that you've got no bearings to do so, I am about to slap you with my wrench." Ratchet replied, hands hovering on his lab coat pocket, ready to throw his favourite weapon.

The English teacher sighed and scratched the back of his head in frustration, giving the old doctor a tired smile. "I'm serious, Ratchet! I-I can't-" he fiddled with his thumbs, not meeting with Ratchet's gaze. "I don't think-"

THWACK!!

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"Come again?" Ratchet challenged, flipping his other wrench up and down as he eyed the terrified Prime dangerously.

Behind them, a vase on the kitchen counter was smashed into pieces, courtesy of Ratchet's precise aiming.

"One more doubt, and I'll use your head for target practice next." He warned.

Gulping, Optimus took a deep breath and went quiet for a moment, choosing his words very careful this time.

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"I STILL DON'T THINK-"

WHACK!!!

"Ow." Optimus deadpanned, rubbing his shoulders in pain. "That wasn't necessary, Ratchet! I told you, (Y/N) wouldn't-"

ANOTHER thud resonated from the doctor's living room as the Prime was now on the ground, hissing in agony. He clutched his head and back up onto the sofa, looking at his supposedly best friend in horror.

"Ratchet!?"

"Yes?"

"Can you PLEASE get rid of those?!"

"Not until you give me the confidence I've seen in Pax before; NO, I will not." Ratchet coolly replied.

"But (Y/N) DOESN'T LIKE ME!"

"Bullshit."

"AND HOW'D YOU KNOW!?"

"You're dense as fuck, Optimus." the grumpy doctor huffed, placing his chin on his hands as he stared the brunette down. "Do you really think that I'd ask you to go confess to your student if I wasn't sure? I'm starting to think that you hang out too much with Megatron too much and it's affecting your processing skills, Orion."

"Hey! Don't drag Megatron in this!" Optimus defended, placing a hand on his chest.

"Then do us all a favour, and GO TELL THE GIRL ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS ALREADY, DAMN IT!!" Ratchet's voice gradually got higher and louder, scaring his partner on the floor.

"E-Easy-"

"EP EP EP!! NO NONSENSE FROM YOU ANYMORE! EITHER YOU GET YOUR BEARINGS ON AND CONFESS, OR YOU'LL BE ON THE SLAB FOR BIOLOGY CLASS NEXT WEEK!!" Ratchet threatened, turquoise eyes boring holes into the scared blue ones. "I'll make sure to get Shockwave on the line to perform a surgery for the class; I'm sure the AP Bio students would be eager to learn some pre-medical stuff."