"For the last time, No!"
Optics flaring in anger, I growl as I stomp a small pede against the ground. Anger in my voice, I stare up at Breakdown.
"And why not?"
Venting, he drags a servo down his faceplate, before glaring at me and shaking his helm.
"Because you're not built to fight,
(Y/N)! It's not what you were made to do!"
Optic ridges furrowing down, I straighten my posture, faceplate turning grim as I cross my servos against my chestplate.
"And you were made to be a doctor?"
Glancing over to me, he looks over the med-bay, optics scanning over the room in silence.
"You, this hulking mass of wrecker, able to fix the smallest wires, cure the most dangerous illness."
"And you're saying I can't live my dream."
Looking away, I turn my frame, securing my weapons belt, and stretching my digits.
"And it doesn't matter what you say, Breakdown. Not here, not now. Megatron has already ordered for my supervision on the energon mines."
Ignoring the widening of his optics, I keep my gaze lowered as we sink into a long silence.
Helm jolting slightly, a comm from Megatron appears across my vision, appointing me to the flight deck.
Turning over to Breakdown, I stare at him as his gaze remains unfocused, blunt optic ridges furrowed down in thought.
"I'm going Breakdown."
Turning on my pede, I'm only able to take one step away before being forced back, blue servo gripping onto my shoulderplate.
Leaning down, he places a tender kiss to my lip plates, breaking away after a few seconds.
"Give 'em hell."
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Transformers x Reader
FanfictionCome on, we all know what this is. --- !Warning! Medium mushiness/sappy level --- Any requests would be greatly appreciated! --- Until next time, my lovelies~ B
