Transformers x reader (FINISHED)

Anger Issues

"PRIME!!!!"

Fowler screeches as he storms into base. He always seems to have some problem that we always have to deal with. Whether he was complaining about his sore throat from yelling at us or some Deception crap, we were all held responsible.

Raf was currently washing my alt mode in base, us being the only two here currently. I roar my engine and transform to face Fowler up where we was on the platform. Raf scurried up the stairs and went to go stand next to Fowler.

"What is it now Fowler?"I  growl, clearly annoyed. 

"Watch your tone (Y/n)." He snaps.

I laugh, humored.

"Wow... you of all people tell me what to do! You think that you can boss me around like everyone else? Fat chance."

He jabs his finger up at me.

"I can blow your little party at anytime missy! I can have you all sent off Earth!"
He tries to threaten me. 

I shake my helm and place my face inches from his.

"Then who would protect you from buckethead?" I challenge.

You could say that I was an aggressive femme. My past had made me like this...I threaten when angered or afraid. This was anger.

He was left speechless... it seemed. But as I was about to stalk off, he had something else to say.

"It's hard to believe that Prime let you on his team... you'd make a better Decepticon than Autobot." He sneers.

"Raf...step away." I manage to warn through my clenched jaw.

He quickly moves back and well out of the way.

"If you hurt a human, Prime will have your head! You'll all be sent off Earth!" He howls.

I transform my servo to my blaster, aiming. "Try me."

Before I could make a move, a pair of servos harshly restrain me, locking my arms behind me. 

"LET THE FRAG GO OF ME!!!!!" I scream as I try to struggle out of Bulkhead's grasp.

 "No (Y/n)."He responds firmly. 

I groan as unwanted memories fill my helm as I try to force them out.

 "Fight me. Show me no fear."

I lunge at him with full force, blasters aimed. He swiftly dodges it, leaving me tumbling to the ground. 

"Weak. Again."

I stood, turning to face him. In a split second, I shot a few rounds straight to his faceplate. 

Once again, he dodged them but then sends his fisted servo into my gut. I make an 'ogf' sound as he did this. 

He then shoves me to the ground, slamming his pede where he punched me. I flinch, tears stinging in my optics.

"Weak." 

He spat. I let out a muffled groan and he pressed his pede down hard. Giving up, I blacked out. 

Tears streamed down my face as I fell limp in Bulkhead's grasp. The rest of the Autobots raced through the groundbridge and into base. 

Ratchet comes over to us and prys me out of Bulkhead's servos.

 He supports me and leads me to my berthroom. I begin to sob into his chassis after we take a seat on my berth. Ratchet has helped me cope with my memories before, this brought us closer. 

Not like sparkmate close but- best friend close. He cared about my well-being and always made sure that I was stable. He usually calms me down before this happens, but being out on a mission, he wasn't here.

 I let my anger take over my other emotions, leading to my collapse. He knew my story...

 Out in the main room, everyone is quiet. Optmius, Arcee, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee were the only ones who knew of my past. Smokescreen, Ultra Magnus, Wheeljack, Raf, and Fowler on the other hand, had no idea what just happened. 

"Is she ok?"Smokescreen asks, breaking the silence. 

Optmius sighs, and lifts his helm. 

"She will be. (Y/n) has had a rough past that leads to these...outbreaks."

Bulkhead sighs and shakes his head. Bee gives a few quiet beeps and whirs as Arcee stays silent. Optmius continues.

"(Y/n) served Megatron back in the war. She was constantly tortured and beaten by him, him thinking that she was not strong. The many years of this changed her, and not necessarily for the good. She became aggressive, playing into Megatron's game. Megaton had changed her to be like himself... when Ratchet found her, she was broken. Her emotions were taking over and she couldn't control them. Ratchet then helped her cope, helped her heal. Without Ratchet, (Y/n) would have surely not survived."

Everyone who didn't know the story had shocked expressions, especially Fowler. He rubs the back of his neck and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry Prime... I had no idea."He mumbles guiltily. 

Ratchet quietly walks out of my berthroom and out to everyone. They all turn their helms to look at him.

"She is resting. Everything is ok now."

Everyone breathes a sigh of relief. Ratchet eyes Fowler but continues on to the scanners, searching for Decepticons once more. 

That was the day things changed. Fowler learned to not be such a pain in the aft all the time, and to be nicer. The bots didn't treat you differently, but they were cautious not to get you upset. 

Ratchet was with you most if not all the time, ensuring your health. And you tried your best to control your emotions as everyone was doing for you.

WOW. I had no idea where that one went. I had such a different story line planned out in my head... idk what this even was. Maybe I just wanted to rant about Fowler. Sorry if anyone out there doesn't hate him, but I do. He pisses me off with his attitude toward Optmius and stuff like that. Seriously! You can't sass talk a PRIME. Anyways, this was a way to get out how much I hate Fowler lol. 

Hope you all enjoyed whatever the heck I wrote. Thanks for reading!

-Avalanche