Hi! I hope your morning/day/evening is going good! Can I please request a Gangle X Female!Reader with the two having their “first time” after confessing their feelings for one another? Basically Reader is G’s best friend and after another tragic Comedy Mask breaking episode(with Reader fixing the mask for the billionth time), G finally tells the Reader her true feelings(which in turn leads to their first kiss and, ahem, some spicy scenes).
I honestly headcanon that while Gangle doesn’t have a regular human body, she can still experience orgasms and the like(I’m sorry if I’m rambling. I’m tired lmao)
Also yes the reader is 18+. Gotta keep everything fun yet safe!
Hi! Sorry it took me so long. I'm not gonna lie, this was so hard to write for me and it's far from perfect or even good ;^; but I did my best 🫡 it was also my very first time writing NSFW... So don't be too hard on me please 🫠 still hope you enjoy it and like it! Also sorry if it's too long 🙏
Gangle x f!reader - Confession and first time 💖
Tw: use of her ribbons as hands, reader is female with vag, rubbing clit with ribbons, insertion of these. Gangle can orgasm, don't ask how that works I'm unsure myself even after writing it
🔞NSFW minors DNI! 🔞
As you gave the final touches, Gangle approached your side, seeing how you meticulously fixed her mask, once again, for the third time that week. It was only Thursday. But that was usual, and Jax was being kinda annoying again against Gangle so it was expected for her mask to break even more often during that week. You already tried to defend her against Jax and most of the times you could, but sometimes her comedy mask would just break for the bare minimum. It was a really weak mask in your opinion. But it made Gangle happy and at the end of the day that was the only thing that mattered for you.
- Here you go! - You said as you handed Gangle the fixed mask.
Thanks to everything being digital, the fixes weren’t even noticeable.
Gangle picked the mask with the end of her laces, as she used them as hands, and extended them while looking at the mask smiling, tears still in her eyes though.
- Thank you so much! I love it! As always you do such a great job… I really wish I had something special or good to give you for all your work… You’re always by my side no matter what.
Gangle tried to smile, although you could feel some sadness in those words. You gently smiled and approached her side, softly caressing the side of her mask, her cheek. As time passed, it was usual for you both to be so close to each other sometimes, but it was just seen as “gals being pals”, described by Caine.
- Gangle it’s alright, for me what matters is to see you smile, really. I’m happy the mask is fixable so it’s no biggie. Besides, whenever I need a favor, you’re always there, and if I need someone to talk to, you’re there as well. You do so much for me I don’t know what I could do without you! I- I think I would kind of go insane- you quickly chuckle, trying to take some importance off of your own words. You didn’t mean to seem so serious about being around Gangle.
- Well… I like being by your side - Gangle smiled, a more simple but soft smile - I would feel pretty lost without you too if I’m honest… I- I’m pretty sure I would be completely alone and-
Gangle seemed to bite her tongue off to cut herself mid sentence, which raised some preoccupations on you. Gangle saw your eyes locked on her so she knew she had to continue, but perhaps it was the right time. You probably didn’t tell anyone something so serious or close as going crazy without them, right? She hoped it meant something more…
- I… I just… - Gangle kept struggling with her words, fidgeting with her laces together until you softly grabbed one, looking directly at her eyes. She took a deep breath and continued - I think I like you… Well not, not think? I know? I know! And- I didn’t know how to tell you or even if it was appropriate! But- If there is a chance I’d like to know… Living in the darkness, in the uncertainty is pretty sanity consuming as well. And we cannot really afford that luxury here.. And I don’t know if you would accept me but I want to hear from you…
You could feel all feelings bottling and pushing all at the same time through the door of your mind. Not a single one being coherent, just a bunch of screams trying to process the information. Gangle trusted you a lot to be open about her feelings in general, but never even gave a hint about having romantic feelings for you. But god were you glad! You weren’t the only one there who wanted you two to be more than gal pals!
With her lace-hand still in yours, you softly caressed it with your thumb, trying not to sound too nervous despite the chaos murmuring in your mind.
- I’m honestly so happy you’re starting this conversation… I- I have been thinking about feelings for you for quite some time as well but I never dared to say anything. I mean- We spend a lot of time together? But I never got any hint that you wanted a relationship with me and I never knew if you would be ok with this, if you would love me, if you would even find me attractive, if you would feel comfortable for a relationship, if you- As Gangle noticed you got yourself into an endless loop of doubts, she built up the courage to finish all your fears and leaned in against you, softly pressing her mouth in her mask against your lips.
The feeling was… Unusual for you, Strange. There were no lips to connect yours to. But your cheeks still heated up. It was more than the sensation, it was everything in between. Gangle decided to jump out of her comfort zone to kiss you and prove to you that she loves you!
You kissed her back, the best you could. It was obvious none of you really knew how to handle the situation nor how you would do it but you both wanted that kiss more than air. Gangle was so relieved that you didn’t push her away and you felt the same.
The longer the kiss lasted, the more comfortable you both felt in it. You softly moved your fingers tracing caresses along the ribbons of her body, sometimes gently tangling in them. That seemed to cause Gangle to blush harder and make some soft pants escape.Every breath of pleasure she gave was music to your ears and no matter how lost you both felt, it also felt like the right thing. For once it felt like you were doing and going the right direction, together.
You pulled Gangle on top of you as you laid in bed, a soft squeak coming from her due to the surprise but not a negative one. She almost tried to avoid eye contact since she was so nervous but she still smiled and leaned closer to you in another kiss, this time with better experience, longer, sweeter, warmer somehow…
Your fingers kept trailing caress around her ribbons as they started to tangle against your arms and legs as Gangle kept herself closer to you, part of her shyness fading in the kisses. You could feel the ribbons tease and get tighter against your thighs, slowly getting closer to your heating core. Now clothes were nothing but annoying. But to be fair, Gangle seemed to think the same as her laces struggled against your clothes. They were touching softly on top of them, tempted to take them off but not without your permission.
You saw this question in her eyes and you nodded. Her laces tried to free you from your clothes but to be honest, without fingers it was quite a hard task so you helped her, slowly disposing of every fabric that was left between Gangle and you.
Gangle gently leaned back to admire your naked body. It didn’t matter it was a persona in a digital world, she loved you, every part of you including your new body in the digital world. If you accepted her despite her body being just a few shiny fabrics she would love you no matter how you were.
- Y-You look so pretty… This still feels like a dream… - Gangle muttered under her increasing heavy breath.
- It’s all real, I promise, it’s our reality -you smile as you pull Gangle back into a kiss.
Her laces tight against your body, once again, her one used as hand reaching for your inner thigh caressing until getting to your clit already needy for some attention. It did help how wet your folds already were for the lace to softly rub, making you give a soft squeak and whimper that felt like sugar for Gangle.
Her ribbon kept caressing and even gently stroking the clit until it moved down against your inner folds. For a second she seemed to doubt, worried about being able to give you enough pressure, but feeling your heavy breath in desire for more sure was a good inspiration to continue.
While sure, her ribbon wasn't as thick as a tentacle it was strong enough for her to insert and look out for your sweet spot, that one that made you arch your back, moaning in pleasure as she wrapped herself around your naked figure. A smooth whimper made the way to your ears as she seemed to find the delight in your body and movements against her.
The pace started slow, making sure you were comfortable all along and enjoying yourself with her, but eventually the kisses became way more heated as she pumped in and out of your core against your pleasing point. Her other lace reaching back to your clit, delicately stroking it and rubbing it again to add more to the already almost overwhelming pleasure.
Both your moans and fast, heavy pants loathed the room in a steamy hot invisible cloud, wrapping and capturing you both in your own world of sensations and new feelings discovered. It only took for a bit for you both to fill the room louder as the satisfaction grew.
Your voice slammed between those walls as Gangle gave a few final thrusts and you felt the sweet relief of the climax around her ribbon.
Gangle, however, followed just in a matter of seconds, whimpering loudly as her laces grew stronger and then trembled her tightness around your body. It could be confusing, but it was obvious she reached her orgasm by your side, her body around yours rubbing and feeling your skin.
In a few minutes, all that could be heard was the lowering breaths that were slowly recovering. Gangle looked at you, a smile in her mask with tiny tears on her eyes, at least, from pleasure and happiness…
You softly caressed her mask while she cuddled against you and whispered.
- I love you…
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Fear Me Or Die: Ch. Five: Hate You More, Day 2
Pairing(s) for chapter: BumbleBee/Reader, Jazz/Reader, Oc&Reader, Optimus&Reader
Previous Ch. - Next Ch.
Word count for chapter: 6.7k
Rating for chapter: Explicit
Warnings for this chapter: Violence, murder, threats of violence, human hunting (lol), blood/gore
A/n: (From Ao3): Well well well, shady's (Sam) back guys, gals, and nonbinary pals! I may or may not have more artwork from Sirobuen who drew the artwork last time 😏 It's our girl, and our baby Derek😭 May he rest 🙏 Tell me what yall think of the artwork and this chapter! It's currently 10/14/22, so I'm gonna try and get the next chapter done within a week and have it posted, because this left on a HUGE cliffhanger, and I don't want yall to strangle me to death with my bra, so I'll get it done, I promise <3 My bi booty can't help but drool over Arcee's design in the drawing... She's kinda smokin tbh plus Derek's is so adorable I just wanna bite his little cheekies 😍 🥰 okay bye ily yall gib momma a kiss T3T
Some time had passed since the very odd discussion between Derek, BumbleBee, and me. Everything was so much, but after a bit more talk explaining everything thoroughly, I started to get more of what he was saying.
He got a little more into the thought of heats and ruts... Which was rather concerning to me. He explained that a heat, which I might go through, is something that females go through. He told me that a female can only go through a heat after she's lost her virginity, and said that that's why I haven't gotten one yet. He said that a heat for a Type B and a Omega is, “Like your insides are being eaten by fire ants.” And that was enough to scar me for life. He said that a heat isn't something I can control, and that I need to be wary about who I hang around during the time I get one. None of this was comforting to me. He didn't actually go into detail about what a heat was... I think he purposefully left that out.
He didn't tell me a whole lot about ruts, but from what he told me, I could tell it wasn't something I should be around... A rut was something a male went through, similar to heats. For Type B Alpha's, it's, “Like you can't help but crave a Omega.” And I had zero idea what he meant by that. He said that some Alphas struggle with staying away from Omegas, and that's why he's so cautious about the Autobots...
Then he said something that concerned me heavily. Earlier that day, he told BumbleBee that he was a, “Predator.” Derek told me what exactly he meant by that. “A predator is an Alpha that kills omegas.”
I, of course, was worried by this. And when BumbleBee left the room to go ask Arcee something, I questioned Derek about it.
“Do you really think he's a... Predator...?” My voice was but a mere whisper, but Derek took me seriously.
“I don't actually think that... If he was, then you would be dead by now.” He replied, but I still didn't feel safe, even with that fact.
“Have you ever met a predator?” I asked. He took in a breath, leaning over and taking my hands in his, I stared worryingly up at him.
“Only a handful of times. But you don't have to worry about them, Alpha's don't take predators lightly. And even these guys would protect you from them. It's instinct.” He comforted. I bowed my head, nibbling on the inside of my lip in thought.
At least I won't die to someone whose sole purpose is to kill me... I will probably just die to these guys deciding I'm not worth the effort.
“Hey, dress shirt, time's up.” Arcee came storming into the room, marching up to his side and rushing him up by his shirt, I rushed up with him. BumbleBee came to my side as well, picking up me like a baby again, and I instantly felt small. He carried me out, me struggling to keep my eye on Derek as he was being dragged by his shirt, even though he was a good six inches taller than her. BumbleBee carried me out the bedroom, back into the living room, and past a very beefy male that I barely got a look at. He sat me on the couch, pointed to me then to the ground, telling me to Stay put. I nodded and watched Arcee push Derek to the floor in front of me, he caught himself and sat up properly, his back facing the couch, I put a caring hand on his shoulder, which he grasped with his in return.
BumbleBee walked away, going to the edge of the living room where CliffJumper and a different person I'd only seen once before was. IronHide... I made sure to take note of his name when the medic had told me it. He was a bulkier male, muscle chub at its finest, his beard cleaner cut than the last time I saw him, his hair short and black, while his dark skin complimented his intimidating glowing red eyes.
I only barely noticed Optimus behind them, talking to Ratchet. He caught my attention though when nodded to him, then started making his way over to me and Derek. He stood in front of the old box TV, his arms firmly placed behind his back as he looked us over. The other three Autobots looked over, shushing each other as to listen intently to their all-mighty leader.
“There is business that needs to be dealt with in Florida.” He began, BumbleBee crossing his arms and walking over to me and Derek, still giving him his undoubted attention. “Ratchet, CliffJumper and IronHide will be accompanying me, that leaves you three,” He nudged his head at the other two across from him, Arcee and Jazz, BumbleBee already understanding he was in the mix. “To watch over Mr. Jones.” He hinted at Derek's last name, telling me that CliffJumper or Arcee told him about the news anchor and the story about Derek. “BumbleBee, I expect you to take good care of your wife. That includes making sure she is fed, bathed, and sleeps well. Do you understand me, Bumblebee?” He nodded back. “I assume she has eaten, hasn't she?” He lifted his head, already knowing the answer... Which was no...
BumbleBee snapped his fingers, waving his index as to say, That's what I was missing! Which I thought was funny, as he was obviously faking it...
“Go prepare her lunch. Arcee, make something for Mr. Jones as well.” He ordered, and the both of them nodded, going to the kitchen like there was a fire. He watched them go and start to prepare food, then when he was satisfied that they listened well enough, he turned to me. He started by saying my name, “I know you do not speak sign... I do not believe you will be leaving us anytime soon, so I got something for you...” He turned from me, going to the loveseat beside me and picking up four books. He handed them to me very neatly, and I took them gently, looking up slightly confused at him.
“This one is an ASL dictionary...” He lifted the one on the bottom, a red and blue soft cover book that said in big bold letters 'AMERICAN SIGN LANGUAGE DICTIONARY' With some signs on the front that I assumed said 'ASL'. “Baby signs, for beginners...” He moved on to the next book, saying, 'BABY SIGNS – How to Talk with Your Baby Before Your Baby Can Talk' “A textbook...” He turned to the second to the next book, 'American Sign Language – A Student Text - Units 1-9' “And, of course, the everything guide...” He showed me the last book, “The Everything Sign Language book”
“I figured you will be needing these. Ask questions, I'm sure Jazz or Arcee will be more than willing to help.” He leaned over a little, saying a loud, “Isn't that right Arcee?!”
“SIR YES SIR!” She shouted back from the kitchen, I glanced over to see her straightened back, a hand to her forehead in a salute, and almost as quickly as she said it, her pose dropped, and continued to her food prep.
He turned back to me. “I expect you to be able to say at least ten sentences by the time we're back.” He demanded of me. I opened one of the books, flipped to the front page, and looked back up to him.
“When... Will that be?” I asked, a few uncomfortable thoughts hitting the back of my mind as to what he would do if I didn't reach that goal...
“A week from today. We plan on leaving here shortly, if...” He glanced up to Ratchet, who was working on something with his oversized locator. “Ratchet and IronHide are ready?” He asked, and Ratchet sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple.
“I can work on this later...” He mumbled to himself. “I can leave whenever. Ironhide packed for me, so if you're ready then I can go.” He explained.
“Wonderful. IronHide? I assume you are all packed and ready?” Optimus asked. The dark male looked away from CliffJumper who he was talking to, glancing at me and raising a brow.
“Yeah, Boss. Who's the girl?” His voice was deep but not deeper than Optimus'... He did a small walk over to me, taking his time as Optimus told my name.
“She is BumbleBee's wife.” He directed. Ironhide's hands were in his pockets, he was slow to take one out and offer it to me to shake.
“Fresh faces are always good.” He said, and I rushed to take his hand, almost knocking over the books.
“Pleased to meet you, s-sir.” There goes my voice again...
He smiled, taking his hand back into his pocket and chuckling up to Optimus. “She's cute. How long do you think she'll last?” He said loud enough to let me hear.
“Hopefully longer than your pessimism, IronHide. She is a lady, treat her with respect.” Optimus corrected. IronHide just laughed, striding back to CliffJumper and starting up his conversation again. I turned back to Optimus, then to the books on my lap. I placed the books beside me, but picked up The Everything Sign Language book. I flipped through the front pages, going to the index, and saw the first section was 1. What Is Sign Language? The second, 2. The Origins and History of Sign Language. The third, 3. Strategies for Learning. Then the fourth, 4. Fingerspelling. I skipped over the first and second, not really thinking I needed to know the history or what it was... If I was going to be studying for the whole time here, I might as well get straight to it.
I flipped to the strategies page, Chapter 3. 'This book will help you learn sign language slowly and steadily, moving through one chapter at a time.' Read the first sentence. I skimmed through some of the rest, trying my best to read it thoroughly, but finding it difficult with the noise going on in the kitchen... But the things I made sure I took notice of were the things in bold letters, as I thought they were important for a reason. A couple things stuck in my mind, like how I needed to know that there were two-handed signs, both symmetrical and asymmetrical, which I already assumed there were. I read through a bit more interestingly into the 'Strategies' section, seeing that they made sure I knew that mistakes were fine... Though I worried of how BumbleBee or Arcee would react to my mishaps... Then they had an entire paragraph for eye contact, saying how it was extremely rude to break it when having a conversation... Jesus, I must be awful, I can barely keep eye contact with basically anyone...
Then to the fingerspelling page, Chapter 4. My interest level peaking as on the next page, past the introduction to it, was pictures of hands in different positions.
'”A” Hand: Make a fist with your dominant hand, make sure your thumb is on the side of the fist and not within it.'
'”B” Hand: All fingers are vertical and pressed together and your thumb is curled in to your palm.'
'”C” Hand: Form a “C” with all fingers neatly together. Your palm is facing left.'
I perked up at this, my back straightening unwillingly. I nervously blinked up from the book, looking around and seeing if any unwanted eyes were peeping on me. BumbleBee was messing with some bread, what I assumed was food for me. Arcee was putting something into the microwave. CliffJumper had his arms crossed, fully indulged in the conversation with IronHide. Optimus had moved past me, dipping down and looking over Ratchet's shoulder, who was showing him something on the locator... Thing... Derek was watching Arcee. Then there was Jazz, one ankle on his other knee, nodding his foot to a soft song playing on his phone, when my eyes traveled up his body, the side of his head leaning on his fist that was holding it up... His glasses were shading his eyes, and I couldn't quite tell where he was looking, what I assumed was his phone.
I took in a breath, shifting my body upward and blinking back down to the book. I blinked a couple times, mentally preparing myself as I slowly raised my hand. I formed my fingers into a fist, feeling incredibly awkward... I looked at my fist, thinking it was different from the picture. But I brushed past it, going to B. I pulled my fingers straight up, making a straight hand. And when I heard a strange scoff across from me, I looked over and saw Jazz had moved his glasses down, looking over at me from above them. I rushed my hand down, swallowing and wrapping them around my stomach out of embarrassment.
“What're you tryin' ta sign?” He leaned over, his elbows connecting to his knees and he tilted his head curiously at me. I morphed my lips inward, nibbling on them and looking the book over, not giving him a response. He didn't seem to like that as he pushed himself out of his seat with a sigh, strolling over to me calmly and squatting before me. He pushed his blue glasses up to his crown, looking at the book in my lap and turning his head to read it properly.
“ABC's?” He asked, I took in a breath and held it. “Alright, hold up your hand,” He told and I obeyed. I lifted my hand, and he pushed my four fingers up. “You need to have your thumb in, not out.” He moved my thumb inward, “Try C.” He said. I let go of my breath, realizing that he was actually rather gentle... I readjusted my fingers to a C, and he nodded. “Good, now D.” I turned the page, looked at D, and tried my best to replicate it. “These fingers connect to your thumb, not palm...” He took hold of my hand again, guiding me in the right direction. When he was happy with D, he tapped on the page where it said E. I tried my best, and he was surprisingly easygoing.
“Good... F, keep your three fingers out... Good... G, awesome... H, your thumb needs to be behind your pointer, good... Good.... Good... You're gettin' the hang of it.” We did up to O when I looked up and saw BumbleBee coming over with a plate of food, Jazz straightened himself and stood up.
“She's pretty good.” Jazz complimented, BumbleBee raised a brow, taking the book out of my lap and shoving a plate into my hands. He looked at the book then down to me, an almost disgusted look on his face. He signed something to Jazz, and magically, I understood the letters ABC... “Optimus gave it to her.” BumbleBee blinked at me, slamming the book shut and I hopped in place. He tossed the book to the side, plopping himself down on the cushion next to the armrest, swinging his arm over the top of it. He nudged his head to the food on my lap, and I looked down at it.
It was a sandwich, and when I lifted the bread there was egg salad. I kinda felt myself perk up, maybe it was because I hadn't eaten in three days, but I swear I missed egg salad sandwiches like crazy. Next to the sandwich was probably a handful of what looked like sourcream and onion chips, and I felt my mouth water more. I reached over and picked up a chip, beginning to eat them and watch as Jazz and BumbleBee started a conversation. But my attention was averted when Arcee can walking over with a tray for Derek. I watched him reach for it, and when he did, Arcee pulled away.
“Don't expect this type of treatment when Optimus is gone, dress shirt, understand me?” She barked, Derek just snatched the tray out her hands, I could practically hear his eye roll. I leaned forward a little when Arcee walked away, going to CliffJumper's side and putting her hands on her hips. I looked at what kind of food she prepared for him, which looked honestly like a children's dinner. I watched him take a bite of what looked like a chicken nugget, he didn't seem revolted by it, so at least that was a good sign.
When I finished my chips, I moved onto the sandwich, and I finally noticed that it was cut into triangles... Funny that a mass murderer felt the need to cut a sandwich in half...
I looked back to BumbleBee and Jazz, who were both talking in sign. I mentally sighed, realizing that I would probably be able to understand at least some of the things they say within a week's time, but in the meantime, it was exhausting to not know what was going on.
The sound of Optimus clearing his throat shot everyone back to his attention, though Ratchet and IronHide weren't inside anymore. I could see them through the slit in the window, packing luggage into the back seat of an oversized truck.
“Arcee, I expect you to treat Mr. Jones with respect. He will do as he's told so long as you treat him well. Correct, Mr. Jones?” He looked to Derek in front of me, and Derek ignored him and continued with his food. Optimus didn't sigh, nor seem offended, he just turned to BumbleBee. “Keep watch on your wife. Keep her in line.” Was all he said to him. When I looked up to him, he shook his fist up and down and said OK. I silently felt proud of myself for understanding those letters. “Keep your eyes peeled everyone, if the last group of Decepticons knew about the cabin, it won't be long till others come looking for them. CliffJumper, it's time to leave. Say goodbye to Arcee.” He ordered, and CliffJumper reached down and hugged her, whispering something in her ear and she giggled when he pulled away. He gave finger guns to Jazz and BumbleBee, clicking his cheeks and winked, then made his way out the door with Optimus.
Arcee ran to the door, looking out the shaded window and watching intently out of it. I looked out the window behind the TV, slowly taking a bite of my sandwich and watching with her. The truck began to reverse out the driveway. The rain was still pouring down at top speed, the wind blowing the antenna on the truck's hood, and when they turned around and were fully out of view, Arcee leaned over and cracker her back.
“Jesus! Jazz, ciggies?” She shouted over to the two men, who looked over at her. Jazz snapped, a sigh leaving his throat as well.
“'Bout fuckin' time man! I've done been dyin' over here!” Jazz yelled, but BumbleBee wasn't having it. He jumped up, grabbing the silver-haired male's hoodie, pulling him back to his side. He waved his hand's side to side, signing what I assumed was an argument about cigarettes. Jazz laughed, saying a loud, “Optimus isn't here bro, we got the place to ourselves!” But BumbleBee kept waving his hands back and forth.
Arcee groaned. “Bee you're such a buzzkill...” The unintentional pun made me almost choke on my sandwich. Arcee glared at me from across the room. BumbleBee crossed his arms, signed a few things then continued to cross his arms. “Fine! Water won't hurt me.” Arcee shrugged, Jazz scoffed and walked to the door next to Arcee. They too crossed their arms, a stare off making my nerves spike. BumbleBee shrugged, saying Ok again, and walked off down the hall to their rooms. Arcee grabbed her jacket from the hook next to the door, reaching into it and pulling out a green pack of cigarettes, then the two of them went outside to the porch.
The very millisecond everyone was out of our sight, Derek put the food on the ground and stood up, reaching his hand down and looking around. “Come on.” He whispered, I coughed on my sandwich, putting the plate to the side and slowly taking his hand.
“What? What for?” I replied in a hush, Derek snatched my hand in his, pulling me off the couch, my feet struggling to stand with the bandages.
“We're getting out of here...” He started to drag me towards the bedrooms, a jolt of lightning surging through my entire body from shock.
“BumbleBee is back there!” My hard whispers were pushed aside though.
“He's too busy laying a prank for the motorcycle bitch, come on-” He pulled me into a hasty walk, passing by one door that I didn't recognize. This was so fast, what if Arcee or BumbleBee catches us? We could get hurt, or hell, killed! I doubted they would be kind to Derek, they've already beaten him black and blue, let alone possibly murder him for this! I pulled him slowly to a small stop, looking up at his swollen face as he blinked to me, confused.
“We can't do this, what if they catch us?!” My voice was dry and scared, but Derek did his best to comfort me.
“We won't, if we get caught then we can play it off, we just need to get to BumbleBee's room to unlock the window, I'm positive there's one in each room. Come on-”
“Why his room?! We could get killed!”
“We can play it off, we won't get killed, come. on.” He demanded, and I wasn't one to argue. He pulled me back into a walk, passing by another room, and when we approached an open door, Derek slowed, looking over the corner at it, and straightened himself with a clearing of the throat. I looked over too, dropping Derek's hand and eyes going wide at the sight of BumbleBee putting something on the top of the door. He stopped when he caught Derek's eye, raising a brow and switching his sight between us. He slowly, very slowly brought his hands up to sign something, probably confused out of his mind. Two terrified captives wouldn't try to run away, right?
“She's cold, she needs a blanket.” Derek said simply. I reached for Derek's elbow, gently pulling myself behind him in fear, but BumbleBee didn't seem to notice as he kept his eyes on the other male. He looked up to the thing on top of the door, then back down to us. I was perplexed, why isn't he attacking us? Is he too busy with what he's doing to care? Or was he really this arrogant, full of himself that he just couldn't believe we could actually get away?
When the blonde gave Derek a small stare down, he took in a breath and went back to what he was doing to the door, waving his hand up as to say 'Go ahead' with a small sigh. My entire body froze. Derek was calm, collected as usual, and when he went into a walk, I stood still for a moment, staring at the intimidating male. He couldn't just let us go... This is a trick, he's at any second going to lung at us and kill us. I can't think straight, this is awful. Derek cleared his throat again, catching me off guard and I jumped into action, quickly following behind him.
I watched behind us as the both of us went to the room at the end of the hall, Derek's hand in mine, and when we got to the end, Derek opened the door and went in. I blinked up to Arcee's room one last time, seeing BumbleBee step out the room and look at the door he was working on. I stared, and when he felt my stare, he flicked his eyes to mine. I hopped in place, darting into the room.
“Close it.” Derek whispered.
“He's right out there!” I hissed, but he waved his hand to tell me to close it. My body grew cold as I began to push the door shut, taking one last peep out to see him starting to take a few steps down towards us. I slammed the door closed, locking it with the handle and panic washing over me. Derek rushed into action, grabbing the dresser next to his bed, waving for me to come help him. I started to hear BumbleBee knocking on the door, more like slamming on it... We got the dresser in front of it, and Derek darted for the window across the room. I followed him, starting to cry out of pure hysteria. He lifted the window, plunging his fist into the screen and pushing it out of place. He was the first one out, but I noticed something, the banging stopped.
“Come on!” Derek shouted over the rain, him getting drenched instantly. I lifted my leg and Derek grabbed my hand to help me out fully. I fell into the mud, trying to stand the best I could. The cold water from the sky soaked me, causing my skin to bump. Derek looked around, making sure the coast was clear before he grabbed my hand and forced me into a small jog. We went straight into the woods, probably the safest place for us, lots of cover. The branches, dirt, and sharp rocks tore into my bandages on my feet, making it little too impossible to be comfortable running, but Derek wasn't giving me any chance to calm, as we both imagined the thought of getting caught. We passed by an old shack, an ax sitting outside of it and I felt my mind perk.
“Derek!” I shouted, and he stopped, looking around for what he thought I saw. “We can use that!” I pointed to the ax next to the shed, and Derek's eyes went wide. He began to run towards it, my hand extending with his as we let go, my comfort from his protection fading as we did so. Dread washed over me like I knew that this won't end well. I watched as he reached the edge of the woods again, grabbing it when something struck his attention. I looked in the direction he did, seeing Arcee, Jazz, and BumbleBee outside, looking for us. Derek shifted behind the shed, his back lining the wood. He checked to make sure I wasn't there, and when he saw I was, he waved his hand again, mouthing an aggressive, 'GET OUT OF HERE!'
My breathing was picking up, I looked at the murderers, and when they got to the window, I turned and went deeper into the woods. It was like a trail, the land I was jogging on was smoother than the pine needle filled flooring beside it. I turned around for a second to see them running more toward the shed, what I'm guessing they noticed the ax was gone. I turned back around just in time to see Arcee point for Jazz to go one way, while BumbleBee started to follow the trail I was going down.
Shit shit shit!
If I kept going down this trail I'd be caught! I knew I would! But my damn feet feel like they're being stabbed by the wood and rocks... But if I don't go a opposite way, I might actually be stabbed... Shit shit shit...
I went off the trail, making sure he was some ways away from me. I saw a huge tree, probably three times the size of a normal one. If I can get to it in time then I can hide behind that and wait for him to leave. When I reached it, I put my hands on the bark, slamming my back and head onto the opposing side of it. I tried to catch my breath, the exhaustion from never being able to get into shape was affecting me terribly. I heard his loud crunching footsteps on the ground behind me, making me squat down to be less visible, and barely peep over the edge to see him. He kept running, straight passed me he went, and I could feel my heart skip a beat.
I looked back around, trying to find a way to get to a road, and when I turned, there was a lake across from me, deeper into the woods. I knew there was one, I heard the frogs! Maybe there were other cabins, or hell, a better hiding place... It was dark out, the clouds shading everything it touched, plus the giant pine trees making the forest almost nightly dark. I flicked my eyes around one last time, making definitely sure no one else was there. When I was satisfied that it was safe enough, I started to make my way toward that.
Each crunch underneath my feet made me feel like there was somebody behind me, the rain making it little too impossible to see through the fog, the thundering of the rain and storm above making everything mash together, the sounds loud enough to drown out the footsteps and voices. I didn't feel safe. Who would in a situation like this?! It's a life or death result, and even if I make it out of here alive... Lord only knows what measures they would do to get to me. These people killed millions, let alone someone as simple as me...
I reached the edge of the forest, a small bank and dock ahead of me. I wasn't sure if I dared step out and into the open space, I could get caught at any given second. I looked carefully out again, holding onto each tree I moved past like my life depended on it, and honestly? To me it did. Scared someone was going to pounce on me, perhaps...
I took another step finally out to the opening, the wet sand on the edges of the shoreline feeling soft on my feet compared to the harsh sticks, rocks, and pine needles. I tried my best to stay calm, not knowing if I was crying or if the rain was drowning me above water or not. I blinked up from the right of the lake, turning to the left in my prowl of the land, the sight of three figures caught my sight.
“RUN!” It was Derek, booking it towards me from some ways away on the shoreline of the lake. I felt my legs shake underneath me, the coldness hitting me full blast as my entire body turned ghost white. BumbleBee and Arcee were right behind him, the three of them coming straight towards me. “RUN!!” Derek scream at the top of his lungs, and that was enough for me to shift my legs into gear and dart behind me, past the docks and out of the sand, towards what looked like a large, overused rack of canoes and kayaks. I darted past it, but then I looked back at it...
My body crouched down underneath it, ducking under a canoe and I knew I was completely hidden, with how dark it was, and how secure of a spot it was, I was positive I wouldn't get caught. I looked barely from out of my hiding spot, seeing Derek being chased, and when he got to the end of the dock, approaching me, BumbleBee linebackered his ass, full-fledged ramming into his back and downing him to the ground. Derek struggled as much as he could, but BumbleBee was twice his size, if not more! BumbleBee pulled him over on his back, pulled back his bundled fist, and suckered his jaw. Derek tried to fight back, but BumbleBee kept hitting him, slamming his head into the ground behind him. I wanted to get up, to surrender possibly just to save his life, but Derek wouldn't want that, he'd want me to be free from them.
So I stayed quiet, watching my protector be plumbed to death. Arcee joined in on the beating, stomping his head with her boots. I held a hand to my mouth now sure that I was crying. My head was pounding, my feet bleeding, soaking the sand below me in red... I was watching him die, and if I dared tried to help, I would go down with him. Derek tried to catch his breath, to cough up blood, to put up his hands to stop it, but they did nothing but beat him, rage filling their lungs, and terror filling mine. I tried my best to not make any noises, but the soft sobs and gasps for needed air made my chest rumble, thankfully the pouring rain stayed my cover.
When the two of them slowed, BumbleBee pushed himself off him, looking at himself covered in blood, he flung it off his hands, then opened them to let the rain rinse him, though his wife-beater was still incredibly stained from it.
“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG I'VE WAITING TO DO THAT?!” Arcee shouted, leaning over to scream at the now dead man's face. “YOU DESERVE THAT, ASSHOLE!” She spit on him, lifting her leg one last time to kick him in the stomach. I wanted so badly to kill her in that moment. “Jesus fucking CHRIST! What a THRILL!” She shouted, running her bloodied hands through her pixie-cut hair.
They both didn't even seem phased by it, their breaths soft, their motions limited, but their eyes... Their deadly hollowed eyes...
“Jesus...” Arcee looked to BumbleBee, putting a hand to her forehead and looking around, making me duck down more behind the canoe. “If we don't find that bitch soon, Optimus is going to kill us.” She grieved, and the male blinked around the area, nodding and taking in a breath through his chest... Shit... I was bleeding like crazy, how have they not noticed me yet?
“Should we wait her out till the rain stops? She's GOT to be bleeding, Bee. Jazz will be able to smell her from anywhere if we wait it out.” She suggested... Oh... My scent was masked by the rain... Well, I'll be damned, the mighty Autobots get juked by water.
BumbleBee replied with signs, Arcee looking around again as if she would spot me in the forest. “Yeah... I'll take him back, I'll brainstorm with Jazz to come up with an idea about him and the girl. He'll want her, we have to find her. You wanna keep looking? I think it's best if we wait it out.” He nodded, shaking his fist yes... Shit... “Alright. I think I saw her that way, check the roads, she'll probably feel safest with something she knows. Bitches are dumb that way. Alright, good luck.” She high-fived him, making me sick. She leaned over, army style throwing Derek's corpse over her shoulders and beginning to make her way back to the cabin with him. I was surprised me how strong she really was...
Then, I was left with my husband.
He watched her disappear into the woods, slowly taking his eyes away from her and back toward the lake around him. The dark sky above wasn't anything like the darkness in his eyes. The hollowed, terrible, horrifying pits stared out, making it's way around the sand, to the woods, then to the canoes. In the middle of his darkness were small, barely noticeable blue hues, what I assumed were his pupils. He stalked the canoes, then to the ground around it. I looked where he was, the blood on the ground that was seeping from my footing got caught in the sand, the trees above not washing it away in time for him to take notice. The prints in the sand led directly to the canoes. Shit... Shit...! Shit!
CCRRAACCKK!
Thunder struck overhead, it scaring me so bad I jumped up and hit my head on the canoes above me. That was enough to alert the male to my whereabouts. I fell on my ass, the man rushing over to me and grabbing the canoe, throwing it off the rack like it was nothing. I put one hand behind me to catch myself, eyes going wide as I stared up at him, his breathing slow and deep, his stance pissed off and daring, and lastly... The damn blue light in the darkness... I screamed.
“I WON'T BE YOUR WIFE ANYMORE!” I shouted, catching him right in time to make him stop reaching for me. My heart was in my ears as I stopped kicking away from him, him stopping in his tracks, confused by my wording.
“If-If you let me go, I won't be your wife anymore!” I repeated, and his brows raised, but his rageful frown did not. “I'll find my way back to civilization by myself! I'll be out of your hair!” I begged, but he just stood and listened.
“You'll just get in trouble if you kill me. You-You can just tell everyone I got away. You won't be at fault for my actions!” He stared, he patrolled every move I made, and I was frozen in place, the only thing moving on me was my vocal cords.
“You never saw me. The last time you saw me was when I was in the cabin. You can't find me in this rain, Arcee said herself. By time the rain stops, I'll be long gone.” I sat as still as possible. I watched everything he did, I refused to seem intimidating, he would take it as a threat... He has before, he would again.
“I won't be your wife anymore. I'll be forgotten... I was never here.” He took notice to my wording, realizing that I was trying to help him lie... And a hard lie at that. He made the first move, standing up straight, and blinking away from me and to the lake around him. The coast was clear, no one was around... I had every chance in the world to run right now, but the looming thought of that huge wolf chasing the tiny rabbit... It was enough to keep me in place.
When he looked back down to me, he stepped back, allowing room for me to get up. I was hesitant but stood to my feet anyway. The dead stare he had on me was chilling, my ice-cold body shaking in the rain... I found it hard to look at him. He killed my squad, and now Derek my protector... I felt lost without him, unsure if my actions are the right ones.
He looked towards the woods, pointed to it then blinked back to me. He fingerspelled something to me, my racing mind having a hard time trying to remember what little of the alphabet I learned.
H...
I...
…
H...
W...
…
Y...
Hihwy... Highway? Shit... Is he helping me?
His glare on me was strong, but when I blinked back to him, we locked eyes one last time.
He wanted it enough to get rid of me.
It was enough to kill my protector.
To allow me to escape.
To put himself at risk.
To lie to the leader of the Autobots.
All because he hated me so much... There's not very many people in this world that would do all of those things just to be rid of someone from their lives.
But when he nudged his head in the direction he pointed to, I jumped at the chance to get the hell out of there.
He hated me... He wants me dead because of his hatred... He wants me gone because he can't stand me...
Well, maybe I hate him more.
Arcee was right about one thing this morning when she reopened the wound on my shoulder. BumbleBee is young. He's can't control himself like other people can. Well? I'm going to use that to my advantage. When I get back to civilization, he's the first person that's going on my hit list.
I'll take these fuckers down. I'll get my damn revenge.
Why?
Because I hate them more.
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