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Hit and Run (optimus x reader)

She did not see the truck barreling down the road. She had her headphones in, blasting (favorite music) to distract herself from the Jasper heat. The screeching of tires jarred her out of her stupor just a bit too late.

Fortunately, she hit the ground relatively softly, and only scraped her elbows, knees, and hands.

"Fuck!"

The girl regained consciousness after a moment, and attempted to take in her surroundings. Aside from the bruises that will surely appear later, she was fine.

A shadow was cast over her from the still looming semi.

Rage filled the teen's eyes as she stared into the windshield, trying to identify a driver. Too bad the glass was tinted, she couldn't make out a form.

"What the actual hell, man," she complained loudly, feeling her mp3 player now crushed in her pocket. She winced at the shards of glass digging into her hip.

Y/n looked up when she heard a faint mumble from the large vehicle.

 "What did you say?" She growled tensly. Nobody jumped out of the driver's side. To her surprise, the truck began backing up! It was going to drive away!

Y/n sat in an angered stupor as the big ass truck drove away speedily.

"What the FUCK??"

An angered screech made its way to Optimus'  audials. He was shocked that he had left her there, but he also couldn't bring ANOTHER human to base, Ratchet would shit literal bricks.

'Frag,' he thought. He neared the base absentmindedly, his thoughts still lingering in the h/c girl.

~Timeskip brought to you by the deception hoodie I've always wanted but it's like fifty dollars and I'm broke ~

It had been a few months since the hit and run incident, and the teen was still fuming from her rather . . . unfortunate experience.

It was another boring friday, and school was almost out. Y/n was tiredly tapping her pen against the edge of the table. She still had a few small scars from the poor smashed mp3 on her right hip. They almost looked like stretch marks, except for the fact that they were mostly horizontal. Y/n was still pissed at that driver, but she was pretty much over it, seeing that no real harm was done. 

The sudden ringing of the school bell blared across the h/c 's thoughts, startling her and half the class, who had also fallen into a dull stupor at the drone of the professor's monotone voice.

'Yes, sweet freedom,' Y/n mentally groaned, fed up with the trashy ass school. She was so ready for the weekend. Grabbing her stuff, the teen made her way to the school's exit in nearly record time. Stepping out into the sun, she sighed.

She began walking towards home, only a few blocks away. Once the teen got through the front door, she flung her backpack across the room into the couch, and went to the fridge. 

Opening it, she grabbed (favorite snack) and then proceeded to flop down next to the bag and switch on the TV.

(Another timeskip brought to you by shockwave's big titties)

It was now around 6 pm, and the tires girl was slowly drifting off to sleep. Before she could get to that nap, and crash was heard from outside. She jumped up, and scurried over to the window to peek out at the commotion. Right before he eyes were two giant robots, brawling in the middle of the empty street.

"What the f--," 

The teen started to curse, but let out an abnormal  sounding screech when the shiny red one kicked the yellow one into her yard. She watched in a horrible trance as the red bot jabbed the yellow one in the stomach with an electric rod. Sparks jumped from the yellow one's armor as it's widened in pain.