Transformers Oneshots!

||REQUESTED|| Tf RBA Cody x Female Reader

Requested by: Adidas2828
Thanks for requesting!! :0
Some actual Chinese may be used cuz I wanna flex

  "我就快要准备好了," a young lady reported. She had a wide smirk as she adjusted her sniper rifle. A young boy, about her age, was in the academy celebrating the anniversary of the recruits' arrival to Earth. This felt like an easy task for the experienced assassin.

[Translation: I've almost finished the necessary preparation]

  "很好，把他给杀了才回来。我和你妈在家等你回来," a rough voice rang in the young lady's comm unit. "我们很期待听你的故事。"

[Translation: Very good, get him killed then come back. Your mother and I are at home waiting for you. We're excited to hear your story.]

  The young lady could see Cody Burns showing off some dance moves to the recruits and had them improvise from his basic steps. The party became a tumble when Hot Shot yeeted himself on Medix, then Medix knocked Hoist over, and so on.

  She adjusted her sniper rifle one last time, aiming for the neck. Just one click, and the party becomes a bloodbath. She made sure to aim at the part where the most blood would spew out, leading to a definite suffering death.

  "INTRUDER!" a robotic voice called out. She found herself grabbed on by the collar. Her loose hands let go of her sniper, making it thud onto the ground. She squirmed, heart beating faster like it was going to burst out of her ribs. Nervous sweat drip down as she frantically pulled herself free. Her entire torso was soon grabbed by a giant blue servo.

  "Good observation, Frankie, thank you," an old man, beyond his retirement age, pressed into his comm.

  "Anytime, Chief!" Frankie replied.

  "王八蛋，放开我！" the assassin cried out. "I'll make you regret it!"

[Translation: Let me go, asshole!]

  "Please comply-"

  "I want a lawyer," the assassin demanded. "I won't speak without a lawyer."

  The chief sighed. "Police-bot, take her to the academy. I'll speak to her in my office."

  "Don't try to hide it from me," the young lady cringed. "You guys are doing a terrible job to hide their identities."

  "With all due respect, we're not allowed to speak to you regarding new information since you requested a lawyer," Chief explained.

  "我问罢了嘛..." she scoffed softly.

[Translation: I only asked...]

  Getting cuffed up never felt comfortable. That was the worst part of being captured. (Y/N) would barf after seeing a pair. That's why she preferred to be a sniper than an abductor. The young boy, whom almost had his life taken by this sneaky lady seated in his father's office, approached. (Y/N) struggled, wiggling about the cuffs to see if they would loosen up. It wouldn't budge, to no avail. The cuffs made her begin to suffocate.

  The young boy immediately rushed to her and unlocked the cuffs. His assassin, now white-faced, was at her most vulnerable. Yet, Cody, with his good nature taught by wisdom beyond his age, helped her sit up straight and poured her a glass of water. 

  "Are you okay?" Cody asked, his eyebrows squinted in worry.

  "I'm fine, thank you," (Y/N) managed to gasp. "I absolutely despise cuffs."

  "Why's that?"

  "Trauma, apparently," (Y/N) sipped on the glass of water. Feeling refreshed, her (F/C) eyes found Cody's shockingly attractive eyes. "It's, umm, trauma that I don't remember."

  "I'm so sorry for you," Cody's eyes softened further. Wind from the electric fan on the ceiling blew, making his hair bounce slightly. "You're turning red- are you sure you're okay?"

  "Y-yeah... sorry," the assassin smiled. A genuine smile. "I guess I have a thing for fluffy hair..."

  Cody snorted a laugh. "Reminded of a crush you have?"

  "Maybe," the young lady smiled. "Maybe."

A/N:
Writing this while doing homework, never the best method. Don't try this at home, kids.