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i am sooo bad at tag games but i swear i actually write. thank you to @try-set-me-on-fire and @shitouttabuck for putting up with me <<<<3333 here’s the post s6 fic that im slowly working through, which is 1 of 2 im writing!

There’s a quiet kind of consternation about the way he says it that floors Buck. No one’s ever, in his life, been faced with Buck leaving and said no, with the kind of single-handed determination that could unmoor the Earth. 

He thinks about that day in the street; the hot blood on his face, splattered over his teeth, his nose, his mouth. He thinks that maybe, if he had said no, Eddie wouldn’t have a scar over his shoulder. A memory to go along with it. Phantom pains on a cold day. 

I’m sorry I didn’t say no, he thinks to himself, everyday. 

He looks in the mirror; I’m sorry I said yes, he thinks to himself, everyday.

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It's a little bit awkward at the end...😅

Plot: You've been captured by the DJD, wanted for a hefty price. Skids, Rodimus, Drift, and Whirl planned to rescue you, but get a shock when the realize how much you've been... damaged.

WARNING: This story contains mentioned violence and a darker/dramatic theme, if you aren't into those kinda stories or just aren't feelin' it, I suggest you scroll past.

Bot! Reader

(Skids x Reader) (Rodimus x Reader) (Drift x Reader) (Whirl x Reader)

@kalechips9 I'm sO SORRY this is late! I've been having a bit of writers block, and so this was priced together very... slowly. I got surprisingly busy as well, but this is the first story I wanted up! I needed to finish it before I could start the others, since it was asked for so long ago. It's a bit shorter than I would've liked, but I hope you enjoy it! This'll have a part two shortly, it's already written and it has the more important reactions. If you can't find it within a half our or so, message me and I'll send you the link! Lemme know if there are typos too lol.

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What happened:

"I don't even know what to do with you." Tarn began, looking down at you. He was at a loss. You still hadn't given up, and it was getting on his nerves. Tarn couldn't talk you to death for some unknown reason, and even though him and the others had tortured you for about two days now you wouldn't. give. up. He was tempted to throw you into an incinerator, but he did want to see how long you could last.

Energon was spat at him, splattering on the side of his mask. "Bite me." Spoken like a true hero.

That was another thing, you even encouraged the violence. He didn't care if this was you stalling or what: They had stabbed you, burned you, electrified you, crushed you, beaten you to hell and you still sat up with your back straight and said 'bite me'.

The Lost Light was lucky to have had you.

~<>~<>~

Everything hurt. Your pride was damaged significantly, a hand was missing, a part of your outer faceplate torn off, revealing your lips that were brought into a snarl as flames licked at your senses, trying to burn you out. You were in unimaginable pain.

But for some reason your body didn't let you falter for a minute. Not to say you wanted to, not to say it wasn't tempting either. You just... didn't. I guess you had more trouble opening up to people than you thought.

It sure took them a long time to become so close to you. Primus, you missed them.

You tried to move again and fell back down before you could make it to your knees, your broken armor digging into your circuts. The blind one—er, at least you assmuned he was blind, it didn't look like he had optics—that sat across from you did nothing, barely noticing that you moved. Or he didn't care. The others had left, but Tarn ordered him and his seeing eye pet, or whatever it was, to make sure you stayed put. It was a smart choice on his part.

The surprisingly calm turbofox looked at you, curious. You tossed it what you could manage of a smile and looked around you for a way out. There was a nearby vent with a large hole already in it from something, and you looked back to the fox.

Suddenly they stood, walking over to you with a snarl. You vented and gave them a glare in return.

"What's wrong, Pet? They up to something? They haven't moved." Kaon spoke. Your guessing he used some weird version of echolocation, or he really could see. Either way you had some advantage with him, electricity was something you had built an endurance for, so it was just the fox. You made eye contact with it again, and it sniffed.

And then it walked away and settled down in a corner of the room, ignoring you when you moved again.

Alright then, maybe the creature wouldn't be a bother. Maybe. You balled your hand into a fist, ready to stand up and fight.

~<>~<>~

They had all come in, surprisingly professional.

Even if Drift was on some sort of hate list, he was willing to pay what your bounty costed and pretend to be the person who sent it out in the first place. It was the best plan they came up with, considering Whirl's idea of 'let's just blow the place apart!' wasn't the best. So they decided to be professional.

...And have Skids sneak around after Rodimus disabled The Peaceful Tyranny's security, get you out of there, and quantum jump several times along with covering up their tracks with two other decoy ships. Just to be safe.

This plan was going relatively okay, until Whirl decided to claw Vos across the face. The only cause the swordsman could think of is that maybe the maniac thought Vos was shit-talking him in some ancient language. When Drift asked, Whirl gave the Whirlest answer that has ever been said and or conceived by Whirl:

"Because I felt I should hit 'em!"

"That's no excuse!"

"That's a perfect excuse!"

~<>~<>~

"Y/n...? Y/n, is that you?" Skids looked at you in disbelief, crawling out of the vent.

Kaon's head was completely detached from his body, and you still looked to be in worse condition. Pet was knocked out beside him, and they were both most likely still alive. You were coated in energon, a lot of it surprisingly your own. When Skids said your name again, the look that you shot him tore him apart.

There was so much fear and... violence. A desperate need to survive radiated off of you.

"You're gonna be okay, Y/n. We're gonna get you out of here." Skids spoke softly. As you came back to your senses your optics seemed to gloss over as you nodded. And then your frame tipped and Skids had to sprint to catch you. His spark resounded with guilt and sadness as he looked at you, beginning to drag you back towards the vents so you both could escape.

~<>~<>~

The moment Rodimus saw Skids dragging a passed out you he thought his spark would explode. You looked dead: you were covered in energon, your frame was dented and beaten, some of it even gone, your hand was missing along with apart of your foot, and it reminded him of war. Of what used to be.

It made him furious with the entire fucking world.

However now was not a time to panic and get all punchy. The alarms were blaring and Drift and Whirl were on their way. They needed to get to the ship.

~<>~<>~

Drift was afraid his spark would stop by the time he got to the ship, barely making it as the doors shut and they quantum jumped.

But it did when he saw you splayed out on the floor, First Aid frantically trying to do his job.

A feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time came over him, frightened him.

He felt lost at the thought of you not waking up.

It broke Drift to see you so lifeless.

~<>~<>~

When Whirl saw you he wasn't sure wether to kill the DJD or himself. So much pain flooded through him, but as usual his façade stayed up, hiding what he felt and biting back what he wanted to say. It could wait.

He only got a chance to look at you when he came back to his senses as Drift collapsed next to him.