Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

A Little Flirt, Lots of Fun~ (Autobot X Human! Reader)

A/N: Anna: Here's a fun chapter that got to me while I was eating lunch. Lmao, food does give ideas, okay?

*Optimus extended his hand towards the writer. *

Anna: Oreos? Here—as I was saying, I got some free time right now but honestly, I have piling assignments and its barely the first week! Primus, save me...

Optimus, munching the Oreos: *Pats writer's head*

Anna, sniffling: Someone save me, huhu.... but anyways, enjoy this chapter~

(Edit: this story went off the rails. I did not intend to even change the entire storyline...but somehow, I guess this is good too? Haha? This entire story went totally offtrack on what I initially wanted to write, so I'll get back on that another day...hopefully hahhaha)

TW:Dirty Jokes.

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For once, it was a quiet week without any rampant acts from the ever-winning side, Decepticons. The A-team were lounging in base, taking this precious moment to spent time together.

Except for Ratchet. We don't talk about feelings with that big grumpy idiot.

"(Y/N), be nice." Miko snickered. "Breaking the fourth wall AND attacking our doc-bot is not in the script."

Rolling my eyes, I merely gave the Japanese girl a shrug. After all, she knows I love that medic close, because he reminds me of my late father. A big softie at heart, but gosh their mouths are one hell of a sharp glass. Would it actually kill them to be a little nicer in their speech?

"If you got any problem, keep it to yourself. If you can't, you still have to keep it in. I don't care how, but staring at me is not the solution." Ratchet's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

Smiling, I shook my head and gave him a thumbs up.

"I'm good, Ratch."

"Where's your charge? Go and annoy him. It's not you to be sitting around and stare into space."

"My dear medic," I began, eyeing him boldly. "I know you're a good mech but pushing people away when we clearly like your presence is mean."

That statement got the mech right where it hurts...or tickles. Either way, Ratchet's responses are picture worthy.

"I don't—I'm not—What—" Ratchet sputtered, cheekplates dusted light blue with embarrassment. "I-I—It's not like that! I-I-I just—I—well,"

"(Y/N), I think you broke Ratchet." Jack snickered. "Tease him a little more and he might be blowing fumes next."

"Don't test me, Darby boy." I replied, winking at the raven-haired teenager. "I might just go overboard with our darling sunshine of a medic."

"(Y-Y/N) (L/N)!" Ratchet cried out; cheeks highlighted in blue. "S-Stop t-this at o-once!"

"Girl, are you flirting with the doctor?" Miko gave me a weird look. "Of all the mech you chose, you took the one guy that's...well, not the nicest in his words...?"

"Be nice, Miko. Don't waste my efforts of making our Ratchet in a blushing mess. Just a tiny bit more and I'll have him panting-"

"(Y/N)!!!"

I barked out another laugh, clearly enjoying tormenting my dear old bot. Unfortunately, the pair of loud, thunderous pedsteps made me stop in my plan of furthering Ratchet's mini agony.

"(Y/N)." Optimus greeted, ocean blue optics gazing down onto my figure leaning onto the railing. His servos came forward, as if it was within his subconscious to protect me from falling off.