Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

Nowhere To Stand. Part 2 (Megatron X Femme! Optimus)

A/N: part 2 of 's request!

IDK how to get about it, so...we're winging this part 2?

EHEHHEHEHEHE-

Edit: I finished writing this crackhead chapter and I'm dying- LMAOOOOO-

I hope yall enjoy this as much as I do XDXD

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"SCRAAAAAAPPPPP!!" I dragged my words as I scrambled to get off the pod, trying to run away from the two mechs.

THEY ARE THE LAST PEOPLE I WANT TO SEE AT THIS MOMENT!

"(Y/N)!!" They called, both transforming to their respective alt modes...wait, since when did OP scanned a semi-truck?

AND SINCE WHEN DID MEGS BECAME A FLYER? WAS HE NOT A TANK!?

"FRAGFRAGFRAG-" My efforts of running away were futile when Megatron came CRASHING ONTO ME, sending my TINY FRAME off a few meters from the sandy ground.

"OH, F-FOR PRIMUS'S SAKE!" I hissed, slapping the mech's helm as he reverted back into his biped mode.

"Ow." He deadpanned. Shaking the dust from his body, the silver gladiator casted me a dopy grin, to which I reply with my unsatisfied glare.

"What?" he asked.

"Haha, very funny." I sneered, lightly punching his shoulders. "I'm a femme, not your w-wrestling partner Megs, YOU D-DON'T JUST TACKLE SOMEONE!"

"Ah, I apologise?" he said, but his words lacked sincerity. He extended his servos at me and raised an optic ridge. "May I?"

"That's a fragging lie and we know it." I sighed and took his offer, getting up and brushed away the sand from my chassis. "But thanks."

"(Y/N)."

Oh, that BARITONE voice...

"Optimus." I said and whipped around to see the mech giving me what I can only describe as a POUT.

...I practically lived my life working with that sugar-addict, I KNOW when that mech is unhappy and that moment is NOW.

"H-Hey Paxy..." I stammered, faking a cough as I presented myself to the Prime. His frown deepened and he crossed his arms, an obvious display to everyone that he was NOT pleased.

"(Y/N)." he grunted, blue optics briefly scanning over my frame and I smiled.

'That big idiot still cares after all...'

"Well, since you're so cold and unwelcoming, I guess I'll just walk the other way then. Bye-bye~" I sang, slowly making my way over him when he spun around and grabbed me by the hips, lifting me off the floor.

"Stay."

"HEY!! WHAT HAVE WE TALKED ABOUT THIS!? DON'T FRAG AROUND WITH MY HEIGHT, DAMN YOU!" I snapped, peds dangling wildly above the ground as I writhed around.

"Have we? Curse my memories, it seems like I've forgotten many things." Optimus replied.

"Yeah, so go screw a smelting pit!"

"You never dropped the dirty language, have you (N/N)?" Optimus sighed, hands still firmly holding me up.

"DID YOU NOT JUST MENTIONED THAT YOUR PROCESSORS WERE RUSTED!?" I screeched.

At this point, I was struggling like a feral cyber-kitten, unhappy with him.

"UNHAND ME, LIBRARIAN!!"