A/N: I don't own Transformers. This is a reader-insert, but I'm not sure how romance-y it'll get until later on. So please, bear with me.
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EVENTUAL BULKHEAD X READER
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"My designation is Airachnid, I am a Decepticon from Cybertron. Who...
PART 0.7 2ND POV 7/26/17 ^ ^ ^ "I'll depend on you." ^ ^ ^
It had been days. The had found you after Silas was taken care of, but you had been asleep while we're learning about the Omega Keys. Smokescreen had been disheartened by Arcee, captured, and then there was that whole mess with Starscream. Your nightmares plagued you, and your new body jerked around in fright. Ratchet would always have to fetch a sedative if your night terrors got too bad, but that had only been one time.
Suddenly, your rare, pale-blue optics opened up to the world. They were diamond-like, and that almost shocked the team that had rushed over to you because of your groaning. Once your vision had gone from blurry to perfect, you noticed you were in some sort of base. When you jumped back because of the Autobots crowded around you, it was obvious the area was theirs.
"I-er-w-who are all of you?!" You cried out. You only recognized the two-wheeler, Arcee, and the green one, Bulkhead, from the first relic mission you did with Airachnid.
"Who are you?" The teenage girl, Miko, asked right back.
"I am Optimus Prime, this is Arcee, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, our medic, Ratchet, and Smokescreen." Their leader announced their names in a monotone voice. "And these are our human friends, Rafael, Jack, and Miko."
"Oh, this is so cool!" Miko squealed in excitement. "Are you into heavy metal? Do you like Smash Monkeys? What were you on Cyberton? Also—" Her guardian cut her off abruptly.
"Give her time to relax Miko, she's in shock." Bulkhead told her, making the teen every bit disappointed. The humans were on a walkway right by you, so you easily spotted them.
"Yeah but still, who are you?" Smokescreen posed the question this time. Your human name didn't fit you, or wait . . . What was it again? Oh um, oh dear! Optimus put a servo on the noob's shoulderplate, waiting with utmost patience and authority.
"My name . . . My name is Y-Y/N." You said, unsure of it yourself. It worried you greatly that you could not remember the name you'd used all of your life.
"That's a weird name for a Cybertronian." Miko points out.
"I don't think that's a cybertronian name . . ." Bumblebee trails off. Hold on, you could understand him! Last time you checked, he only spoke the cybertronian language. You guessed that the language came with the body.
"I wasn't cybertronian, I was human."
This was a sentence that shocked everyone to their very spark. They could only think of one person who could do what happened to you. The though displeased the team, though Smokescreen was still unclear about the whole MECH thing.
"Did MECH do this to you?" Ratchet asked, coming over to you from his computer.
"Yes." You whispered shyly. They definitely heard you, as an angered expression cam across almost all of their faceplates.
"Who else could've done it?" Arcee asked sarcastically, her arms crossed as she studied you. You shrunk down under their gazes. You were never a fan of crowds, or other people for that matter, so it was surprising your bond with the ex-Con was so strong.
"Whatever events that may have transpired while you were with them, know that you are safe now." The Prime assures you as he approaches. You give a small, awkward smile that most people didn't usually get to see.
"It'll definitely be nice to have another girl on the team." The small blue femme finally smiles at you, all skepticism gone from her facial features. Some teammates looked surprised that she warmed up to you so quickly, considering she had been suspicious of Smokescreen a lot longer. But, femmes will be femmes!
"Yeah! Hey Optimus, can we get her a vehicle mode?" The short one with glasses asked the Autobot leader euphorically. Raf, his name slipped your processor for a second. They probably scanned you and noticed you were without a second form.
"Of course. Ratchet!" The large mech called for his old friend.
"Coming right up." The old bot grumbled, pulling a lever to activate the ground bridge once again. Arcee came up behind you as backup or supervision or whatever. The humans ran through the swirling portal, with you two femmes close behind. ^ ^ ^
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(A/N: I literally googled 'stylish sports cars' and chose the one I thought was coolest. So this is basically you, but with your paint job. Enjoy!)
You reluctantly showed it off to everyone at base, though they seemed to be a fan of your sporty vehicle. You almost felt a pang of pride in you, but it was quickly shot down by all of the scenarios running through your head about how they'd throw you away. Would they do it? If anyone found out your were close friends with Airachnid, they'd surely kick you out. Arcee might even attempt to kill you like she's attempted to do to your guardian many times before.
"Hey Y/N!" Somebody shouted for you. You looked down to see Miko, jumping up and down as if she were on a sugar-high.
"Yes, Miko?" Your voice was still as soft and shy as ever around new people.
"We should give you a new name! You know, to go along with your new look." The punky teen suggested. It wasn't a bad idea actually!
"I don't know if you'd want a name from Miko." Smokescreen chuckled as he walked towards you.
"Yes, we wouldn't want anything too ridiculous, now would we?" Ratchet scoffed as he worked at his monitor. Miko shot him a dirty look, while you did your best to hold in a giggle. The race car looked at you with a lazy smile. He felt proud that he had made you laugh, even if it wasn't out loud.
"How about Speedrunner?" Miko said. You shook your head. You were pretty fast on your pedes because you were so used to running from things, but it didn't have a certain feel to it.
"I have a better idea." The newbie mech put a hand on his hip. He really liked to up his ego, didn't he? "How about Y/D?" You thought about it for a few seconds. For a first try on a new name, this one was cool! It made you sound like a true Autobot.
"That's a great name! Thanks Smokey!" You wrapped your arms around his neck cables, giving the young mech a happy and grateful hug. Because the others had left for missions, the base lacked the optics to notice your euphoric gesture. Ratchet had gone to get something from his berthroom.
Smokescreen' faceplates went blue from the energon rushing to his helm. The Japanese girl snickered quietly, and then she took out her cell phone. Jack had gone out with Arcee, and Raf was riding with Bumblebee. And since Bulk was busy, this was the perfect sort of drama she needed to entertain herself. Miko snapped a few pictures before you let go.
"Hey Miko, wanna help me get used to my vehicle mode?" You asked the instigator. She nodded her head furiously, and the two of you told Ratchet you were heading out, leaving Smokes in the dust.
He would make sure you weren't a sad machine anymore.
