In My Head (TFP Bumblebee x Femme Reader)

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A/N: Here's their backstory on why they hate each other so much. I don't know how long it will be, but it's a visual. If any of you have seen Bayverse, when Optimus shows Sam and Mikaela Cybertron's backstory, that's what it's like. Have fun!

"(Y/n), you are with Scout Bumblebee and Optimus Prime." 

"What?" (Y/n) exclaimed, a grin appearing on her face. Optimus Prime! And of course, Bumblebee. She knew the scout, but hadn't really interacted with him. She kept her mind clear. She didn't like rumors and most of the time ignored them. 

She made her way over to them. Bumblebee was talking to Optimus like a son to a sire and Optimus was nodding with a gentle look on his face plate. This would be fun. 

"(Y/n)," Optimus acknowledged as she approached. She dipped her helm respectfully and when she looked up, she noticed Bumblebee looking at her with his big blue optics. She lifted an optic ridge and he averted his optics. "We will begin by travelling with Jazz's team to the Decepticon outpost located by Prowl." 

"You got it," (Y/n) said. Bumblebee nodded quickly. Optimus gave them a nod and turned around, leading them to the gates of the boot camp where Jazz, Cliffjumper, Tailgate, and Arcee were waiting. They followed them out and they transformed, driving to the coordinates, guided by Prowl's voice in the comms. 

"Here," Prowl said. "Good luck." The comm switched off and they shifted back to bipedal. Bumblebee stood next to (Y/n), his shoulders strangely stiff. 

"You ready for this?" he whispered after a moment as they started forward. 

"Of course," she said, mildly offended that he had to ask. Jazz, at the head of the group beside Optimus, bent down, swiping a servo across the ground. The Decepticon symbol was printed on the metal with the motto below: You are being deceived. Bumblebee's shoulder brushed (Y/n)'s and she inched away, though he didn't seem to notice. 

"Be ready," Jazz said, glancing back at the squadron. Cliffjumper rubbed his fists together and Arcee nudged Tailgate, sharing a mischievous look. Optimus lifted the hatch and jumped in first, Jazz allowing Bumblebee and (Y/n) to follow before him. 

It was dark in the outpost except for the occasional flickering light. They all flicked on their headlights. The hallway was singular without any branching off passages until it widened into one large cavern. There waited hundreds of Vehicons, blasters pointed at the Autobots. "Fun!" Cliffjumper said, his servos shifting into blasters. "I was afraid this would be a really boring party!" 

The Autobots charged and the Vehicons fired. (Y/n) and Bumblebee ran side by side. The femme grabbed one Vehicon and threw it into another while Bumblebee blasted one through the chassis, decapitating another. Optimus fired on one that had gotten between them, running in its wake and taking on ten more. (Y/n)'s gaze met Bumblebee's and he pointed behind her. She turned around but he had already taken the 'Con down. 

"Thanks, but I had that," she said. "*

"You wouldn't have noticed it without me," he said as they rejoined and continued. 

"I'm okay with scars." 

"Even ones that kill?" She gritted her denta. Clearly, he thought she couldn't protect herself. She'd show him. 

They cut through the Vehicon ranks and came out with hardly a scratch. Cliffjumper and Tailgate looked immensely bored. 

"I suppose it makes him look formidable, but Megatron needs the quality of a real warrior," the red mech said. "These are useless, if you can't tell." Arcee nodded in agreement.