Imagine having powers like Jean Greys, although you lean more toward being an empath and being able to create a shield. You run into Logan as a new teacher, and fluff ensues.
*Le story*
You were practically shaking from excitement as you rolled up to Xavier’s school for Gifted children. Years of keeping a low profile were what not only kept you safe, but also kept you hidden from the X-Men. After saving a little girl from mutant hunters, the professor had seen fit to invite you to the school. There were kids of varying ages everywhere as you rolled up in your Chevy impala, all stopping to gawk at the new lady. Giving a small wave, one of the professors appeared.
“Hello, welcome to the school!” She gushed, silver hair blowing in the wind. “I’m Ororo, but most people call me Storm.”
“Y/n. I… don’t have another name.” You chuckled.
“Well, I’m sure we can find a suitable one. Shall we get you settled in?”
Grabbing your things, you went to your new room. It was nice, had its own bed and bathroom, and smelled amazing. Unpacking, you went to see the professor himself, Xavier.
“Welcome Y/n. I hope you like your accommodations.”
“Oh the room? It’s lovely, thank you.”
“Good, now, before we proceed further, we need to gauge your abilities in our training room.”
“Okay? Sounds like fun.”
“That’s the spirit! I wish our students had that mindset.”
They used the lowest setting on the simulator, and you aced it. They were all surprised by the control you had over your power. It was as easy as breathing, for the most part. Leaving the training room, you then met Scott and Jean.
“Well, those are the senior professors. Although you will meet one a little later.” Charles told you.
“Yeah, Logan’s out seeing the world again.” Scott snorted.
“Oh come on Scott, you know he’s been… different ever since that day.”
“Is he okay?” You asked, concerned.
“Just out riding his motorcycle, as usual.”
“Scott!”
Still unsure who could have caused so much strife and annoyance, you would soon find out. The rumbling of an engine caused the kids to go into a tizzy, running outside.
“Mr. Logan, you’re back! Where did you go this time?”
“Mr. Logan, what did you see?”
Voices overlapped as you rushed outside, half thinking you were under attack. But the moment you saw him with those kids, you knew they were as safe as they ever could be. He looked exasperated, before grinning and hauling his bags inside. As he brushed past you, you saw… horrible things. Torture, imprisonment, death. Gasping a little, tears gathered in the corners of your eyes as you rushed off. Logan’s eyes followed you, confused. It took a while for you to actually meet him properly. Seeing only a glimpse of his past life had scarred you. Finally sick of you avoiding him, he’d asked the professor to call you both into his office.
“Y/n, welcome.”
“You wanted to see me Professor?”
“Yes, I want you to meet Logan.”
“Ohhh, um hi.” You said shyly, eyes wide.
“Logan.” He said, sticking out his hand.
Staring at it for a moment, you carefully stuck out your hand. In the few seconds you shook his hand, you saw everything. Ripping your hand from his, you felt tears streaming down your face. Rushing out the door, you ran deep into the woods surrounding the mansion. Curling up in a ball on the forest floor with a small shield surrounding you, you allowed yourself to cry. Hearing the crunch of leaves, you realized you weren’t alone. Logan had followed you, and after burning himself on your shield, settled against a tree nearby. Hastily wiping the tears from your eyes, you lowered your shield before sitting cross legged on the ground. Logan didn’t prod at first, but you could tell he wanted to ask.
“So, what’s your deal bub? I know I have a brusque personality, but some like that about me.” He finished with a chuckle.
“How…” You started, “How are you even alive? How are you even SANE?”
“What…”
“You have been through so much, things that others wouldn’t survive. Most people would end up in some sort of facility.”
“You… you saw all that?”
“Yes, everything. No wonder you’ve been out of sorts the last little while.”
It was quiet for a while, the chirping of birds echoing through the woods. Your tears had dried up, the liquid staining your cheeks.
“We… we should probably go back before they send a search party.” Logan finally said.
“Yeah, yeah.”
Shuffling to your feet, you saw Logan’s boots as he held out his hand.
“You’re not gonna freak out this time, right?”
“I’ll try not to.”
Steeling yourself, you filled your mind. Filled it with happiness, joy, any positive memory you could bring up. When Logan took your hand, he couldn’t help but grin. As you walked back to the mansion, the smile didn’t leave his face.
“What? What’s so funny?” You finally asked.
“Nothin, I just… I haven’t felt like this in a long time. So… happy and carefree.”
“Oh, that’s probably my fault. I’m an empath, so I can read emotions and memories with a touch, but I can also share them.”
“Well, if this is how it feels to be around you, we’ll be spending a lot more time together bub.”
He was true to his word. You refrained from using your powers after that day, but you couldn’t control it 24/7. Not that you wanted to, as all of Logan’s baggage often haunted him. Even without your powers active, he found himself drawn to you. Your smile, your positivity, even with all the crap going on in the world. The teachers found it cute, often chuckling as Logan followed you around the school. This graduated to him holding your hand, and you becoming his girlfriend. He wouldn’t leave on his journeys to find himself, until one day, he disappeared. You were devastated, thinking that he had thought of you as just a fling. Returning a month later, he couldn’t find you at first. Searching for you, he found you in the woods, where you had first begun your journey.
Hearing the crunching of leaves, you had flashbacks to months ago, when you first officially met Logan. Crippling loneliness and sadness radiated from you, causing Logan to stumble a little. Crouching down outside your bubble, he gently knocked, grunting a little at the searing pain.
“Hey babe, what are you doing out here? It’s freezing.”
Clutching your sweater a little closer, you shivered before speaking. “Why did you leave me?”
Immediately you could feel the guilt radiating off of him. Turning to him, you could see and feel every emotion rushing through him. Guilt, embarrassment, and… fear? Running a hand down his face, he sighed before plopping down in the leaves.
“Listen, I’m sorry I left without saying anything. But I promise it was important. I… I went looking for this.” He said before pulling out a small box. “I had to call in a lot of favors to make this, but at least I know it won’t break.”
It was a ring, simple, yet elegant. And made from Adamantium. Instantly your shield dropped as you launched yourself at Logan. Chuckling, he gave you a peck on the forehead.
Reader is someone from Optimus’s past, one who was very important to him. Arriving on Earth years later, you are thrown in the middle of a war.
*Le story*
You had left Cybertron on a ship following Sentinel Prime, unaware that he would never make it away safely. Your ship had been blasted miles away, where you then drifted in stasis, for millennia. You had thought that not only were you the last Autobot alive, but maybe even the last Prime. Not that anyone knew of your existence as a Prime, as your initiation occurred just before you fled Cybertron. Not even Optimus knew, although he felt as though he’d been a Prime for a very short time. It was when you felt his spark snuffed out that you awoke, startled and afraid. Optimus Prime was dead. Floating about space for days, you were devastated. But then, you felt something new, the Matrix. They had found where it was hidden on Earth.
The Matrix of Leadership was a powerful relic, one that could definitely give you an edge. So you fired up your ship, barely making it to Earth before breaking up on entering Earth's atmosphere. You crashed in the middle of the desert, someplace called Utah. Coughing until the dust cleared your system, you soon found a vehicle to scan. A 1974 scout 2, bright blue and sparkling. Trying to pinpoint the source, you found it, and drove. Cloaking yourself from Cons and Bots alike, you soon found where the Matrix’s pull came from. You were stopped by the resident life forms of this planet, humans. Stuck at the gates, you were getting impatient. Transforming, you towered over them with your hands up.
“Easy humans. I am Y/n, Y/n Prime.”
“Another Prime?” You heard one of them say.
“I’m an autobot, I am searching for the matrix of leadership.”
“Someone get Lennox out here!”
Waiting for the one called Lennox, you saw him appear, accompanied by Bumblebee. Buzzing happily when he saw you, he spoke to you in broken phrases.
“It’s you… it’s been a long time…” He said buzzing with excitement.
“Bumblebee, it’s good to see you scout.”
“She’s… on our… side.”
The soldiers lowered their guns, but one of them called for the other Prime’s to come and verify whether you were on their side. Bee shrugged, before beeping that they’d just come back from space. Waiting once again, you could feel the pull of the Matrix before you saw these other ‘Primes.’ Sentinel was shocked, but that was nothing compared to Optimus. Smiling, you gave him a little wave. He cleared the soldiers in two steps, pulling you close in a tight hug.
“Hello Optimus.” You squeaked.
“I thought you were dead.” He said quietly, pulling away.
“No, but you were, weren’t you?” You huffed.
“No, of course not.” He said sheepishly.
“Uh huh. Hello Sentinel, good to see you in one piece.”
“The same to you.”
“Now, care to introduce me to your… friends?”
“Welcome to Earth. Y/n Prime is it?” Lennox said politely.
“Prime? She’s not a Prime.” Sentinel chuckled.
“Perhaps we should talk about what has transpired.”
Going for a drive, you went out to a rather scenic part of Earth. Sentinel had been stuck on Earth’s moon for many years in stasis. Optimus had not only died and come back, but nearly killed Megatron.
“The fallen huh? I’ve heard of him. He’s gone for good?”
Optimus nodded, and you felt relieved.
“So, this is Earth. It’s beautiful.” You sighed. “And you’ve been leading the Autobots all this time? Alone?”
“Yes, but now that Sentinel is here, it is his right to lead us again.” He said, opening his chest plate to reveal the Matrix.
Gasping at the sight, you were surprised when Sentinel rejected his offer, returning it to Optimus. You went with Optimus to go for a drive while Sentinel returned to base. He was quiet for the most part, pacing in front of you for a time.
“So, were you ever going to tell me you are a Prime?” He finally asked.
“If I had any time to do so I would have. You sent me off world, remember?”
“How long?”
“Just before you sent me away.”
“You know I did it to protect you.”
“I… I know. There’s just so much going on. I’ve been here a day and I’m overwhelmed.” Beginning to pace yourself, you hugged yourself.
Putting his hands out to stop you, he pulled you close.
“Please don’t be upset. You are a Prime. I… I’m not alone.”
“You never were.”
Nuzzling his face in your neck, he hummed happily.
“I have missed you. I never got the chance to ask you.” He finished, a far away look in his eyes.
“Ask me what?”
“If you would be my sparkmate. Will you?”
“Of course. Now, let’s go see more of this planet you now call home.”
After spending many hours together, you returned to the base in chaos. Sentinel had turned on you, and killed Ironhide. Spark fluttering in your chest, you knew then you’d crashed into the middle of a war. While the Autobots were forced off world, you were taken prisoner by Sentinel Prime and Megatron. You didn’t attempt to fight, knowing they would kill the human girl they’d also taken. Their plan was of course thwarted by the bots returning. You took this opportunity to run, not getting far before Megatron shot you. Transforming you drove, drove until you saw Optimus again. Joining his side, you ran, cutting and shooting as you went. Optimus challenged Sentinel while you went with Bee to get the control pillar.
“Get the pillar! Shoot it down!” The soldiers called.
Bumblebee threw himself into it, falling in front of you.
“Bee! Bumblebee, are you alright?” You cried, clutching your own wound.
“Go… Go save Optimus.”
Nodding, you lowered your face shield and summoned your sword. Running toward Optimus, you pushed Megatron forward as Optimus swung his axe, beheading him.
“No, Y/n, Optimus. I just wanted our race to survive. You understand.”
“I could never understand.” You growled.
“You betrayed yourself, Sentinel.”
Firing a shot, Sentinel was wounded further, until you finished him off. Tossing his weapon aside, you were overwhelmed once again. Looking at Optimus you saw him missing an arm, and battered, broken. Cupping his face in your hands, you wiped away a bit of energon that was on his face. Touching your forehead to his, you heard the other bots. Sam Witwicky and the girl you’d succeeded in protecting, looked shocked to see someone acting so affectionate toward the Prime.
“Thanks for the save and everything, Optimus, but who the heck is this?”
“I’m…” You started, but Optimus stopped you.
“She is my sparkmate.” He declared proudly, wrapping his arm around your hip.
Soooo, the algorithm says you like the Logan stories. So here ya go!
Wolverine x reader
*Le story*
The one time you’d been without Logan. The ONE TIME, and the MRD had come for you. All that time spent in training, teaching you to avoid this exact situation, it was all for nothing. Because the moment they threatened that little girl, it was over. You’d put your hands up in defeat, because you knew they could kill her before you could do anything. Deep underground, protected by technology and mother Earth herself, no one had any idea where you’d gone. The days all merged together as they poked and prodded you, trying to figure out where you’d gotten your powers. Being from a long line of humans without any sort of mutations, you were an oddity. Your powers of telekinesis and the ability to influence emotions were similar to Wanda Maximoff’s, however she’d been genetically enhanced.
For the first couple weeks of your imprisonment, samples were taken. Skin, hair, bone marrow, and even a piece of your brain. Thrown back into the cell half dead, you winced at the pain coursing through your bones. Continuing long after your body had enough, they poked and prodded. Pushing you to your limits, and beyond. Time was all they had, but you were slowly running out of it.
“We cannot continue Striker, she won’t survive.”
“Perfect, then we can try out our new serum.”
“Sir, the last twenty test subjects didn’t survive.”
“The HUMAN test subjects, yes. We haven’t tried it on a mutant.”
“I don’t think…”
“You’re not paid to think.”
The soldier was silent, thinking for a moment before dragging you from your cell. Multiple needles and monitors were hooked up, and you were strapped down tightly.
“What dose of medication should we give her sir?”
“Zero.”
“Zero? But sir, she’ll be in agonizing pain!”
“Yes, she will.”
Through your drug induced haze, you saw the glowing liquid they intended to inject in your body.
‘It glows. Of course it glows.’ You thought.
You knew it would hurt. Glowing liquids always hurt, but the pain that washed over you was unlike anything else. Screaming loudly, it took a second for the cocktail to work as it melded with your DNA. Energy coursed outward, shattering glass and bringing everyone to their knees. As you continued to cry, the massive release of power was enough to draw the attention of your rescue team. It was brief, but strong, and the professor had your coordinates locked in. Doing a head count after your outburst, only a quarter of the people present for your enhancement were still alive. The corpses were dragged to a nearby room, only to find they’d all suffered from internal bleeding as if they’d experienced massive trauma. Some had aneurysms that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, while others had extremely high levels of hormones.
Striker was rather pleased with the results, despite nearly killing a five star general in the process. His funding had doubled, and he was close to earning a public contract. Tossed back into your cell after your vast display of power, the experiment had opened up every old wound you’d ever experienced. Blood pooled beneath you, and you felt numb. You could only lay in the dirt as your life force slowly leaked into the soil beneath you. In the meantime, the jet was soaring through the sky trying to reach you as soon as possible. Logan’s knee bounced wildly, and he kept fidgeting with the zipper on his suit.
“Hey, we’ll find her. Okay?” Storm assured him.
“She’ll be fine. She’s strong.” Bobby added.
“Oh come on, it’s been months. It’s not like she’s Wolverine.” Rogue muttered from the back of the jet.
Logan’s fists clenched and he closed his eyes as he thought back to the last time he’d seen you.
“I’ll be fine, we’re just going to pick up the girl and bring her back?”
“I should go with you.”
“I do believe you have a class to teach Logan. And we do not need a repeat of last time.”
Logan had smirked as you chuckled, before giving him a peck on the cheek and leaving. When you hadn’t come back and the girl returned to her parents, he knew something had gone wrong. The parents of said mutant child had called the MRD, receiving a huge payout for capturing an X-Man. He’d been searching for you ever since. Charles had always been able to detect your presence, regardless of how far you were. But now, it was like you dropped off the face of the Earth. Using old fashioned investigative work, and admittedly some bullying, he’d discerned… Nothing. Not where you’d gone, who’d taken you, zip. Everyone in the school knew when the Professor had found you, as his pain rang out in everyone’s minds.
Touching down in the middle of nowhere, he stepped off the jet with his team. It was all hands on deck. Logan, Jean, Scott, Storm, Colossus, Kitty, Rogue, and Bobby were all on a jet and out the door as soon as the professor sensed you. Hours were spent trying to find any sort of entrance to the bunker holding you prisoner. Jean’s telepathy could sense another wave of power as she screamed before passing out. It didn’t take long for them to find the door after that, Scott demolishing the door in one swift motion. Tearing down the halls, all they found was an elevator. Requiring a code to get in, it wasn’t needed as Logan destroyed the panel. The ride down took nearly ten minutes, and Logan could feel his heart clench at each passing moment.
There wasn’t anyone waiting for them as the doors opened with a ding. Passing multiple doors and rooms, it was beyond odd that there was no one trying to stop them.
“Where are all the guards?” Rogue whispered as they continued walking.
“Wait, I smell someone ahead.” Logan said as he stopped.
Peering around a corner, they were met with quite the sight. The two dozen soldiers and scientists you’d kill in the first wave, along with a few more looked as though they’d just dropped dead moments before.
“I think that’s what happened to the guards.” Scott quipped.
“But if they’re all dead…” Storm began.
“Y/n.”
Running further into the base, he soon found what he was looking for. A steel door with the smallest bulletproof glass window, with blue light emitting from it. Working quickly, they managed to take down the door and get inside. It was quite the sight. More dead bodies littered the ground surrounding a table, where you’d been strapped down for more testing. Bruises and cuts littered your body, aside from the old wounds starting to heal up again.
“Y/n?! Y/n!” Logan cried as he ran to your side, cutting the straps and checking your pulse.
Sensing his touch, your eyes fluttered open and he was startled as they glowed blue.
“Logan?” You mumbled as you looked up at him.
“Yeah, it’s me. I’m so sorry.”
“I knew you’d find me.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle at your faith before blood spattered his face.
“We need to get her out of here. Fast!”
Taking you in his arms, Logan and the others bolted through the lab and to the surface. Holding you tightly as the jet maxed out on power getting back to the mansion, you were soon in the med bay. You’d lost consciousness long before arriving home, but your face was more peaceful as Logan stood by your side. Hank and Jean stitched you up, giving you pain meds and making you comfortable. When Hank had tried to take blood, he’d flinched, as though he’d been electrocuted. Running test after test, he was beyond shocked at what he’d found. The fact you were still alive was a testament to how strong you were.
“Logan, I have her results back. It’s…”
“What? What’s wrong with her?”
“Nothing is… WRONG per say. But her power… It has increased exponentially. I don’t know what they did. You said that everyone in the base…”
“Dead. All of them.”
“I think SHE did it. Her power is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It rivals even Jean’s phoenix.”
Logan nodded slowly, moving to grip your hand tightly.
“Is she dangerous?”
“She could be. But I believe the previous outburst was the result of pain. Pain which I hope she will never feel again.”
“No, she won’t.” Logan agreed.
It took some time for you to wake up, your mind and body working overtime to protect and heal you. When did, he was there, waiting. At first you didn’t know where you were or how you got there, until you heard Logan snoring. He looked exhausted, but upon hearing your heart rate speed up, he snorted awake.
“Y/n… You’re awake.”
“Where… Am I in the mansion?”
“Yes, we brought you here.”
“I bet that was a good fight.”
“Not really. You did all the work for us.”
Your eyes glowed again for a moment, before fading.
“They HURT me. I’ve never felt pain like that before. I didn’t mean to kill ANYONE.”
“Easy now honey. It’s not your fault. Alright? I’m just glad you’re safe.” He assured you, pulling you close. “I’m just sorry that I couldn’t find you sooner.”
“I know you are. I… I love you, Logan.”
Pulling away, he grinned before pressing his forehead to yours.
Since you guys like the OP stories, here's another one. Enjoy!
*Le story*
Zooming down the streets for patrol, you noted how even in his alt mode, Optimus was not exactly the smallest vehicle. Sure he was a fantastic driver, but you had a couple close calls. Passing a couple ponds, you saw some teenagers walking down the side of the road. You couldn’t help but chuckle when they made the ‘honk the horn’ motion at you.
“See something amusing amongst the corn fields?” Optimus asked.
“Just some kids. They wanted me to honk the horn.”
“What?”
“You know ‘beep beep’, but with that nice loud bass horn that semi’s usually have.”
“And how do you know that is what they desired?”
“They made the motion. Like pulling a cable on a bus. Honk the horn! I used to do it when I was a kid. The best part is when they actually honked.”
Optimus was silent as you rolled down the road, pausing at a stop light. Towering over the other cars, you began to accelerate before Optimus laid on the break. Nearly hitting your head on the dash, you saw a little kid had run into the road ahead of you. Fortunately, the Autobot leader had the best breaks of any truck, and didn’t crush her. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you were quick to go get the small child out of the road.
“Y/n? Where are you going?”
“Someone’s gotta get the kid out of the road.”
While you marched over to the preschooler, now sitting terrified in the middle of the road, Optimus turned on his flashers. Looking to both sides of the road, you were about to cross to the side before Optimus called out.
“Watch out!”
As the jacked up Ford sped past you, and past a cop, you couldn’t help but flip your middle finger up. Seeing a frantic looking man running toward you, you made your way to him.
“Oh my gosh! She got away from me! Thank you.”
“Daddy! The big truck saved me!”
“Oh honey no, this nice lady did. Thank you again.”
“You're welcome. No more running in the road, okay sweetie?”
She nodded frantically before giving you a tight hug. Within moments you were back in Optimus’s cab, where the temperature had risen.
“Geez, why’s it so hot in here?”
“Oh, I am sorry.”
“It’s okay. Are YOU alright?”
“Hmm? Yes, I am fine.”
“Okay, well, let’s get going. Much to do.”
As you pulled away, you saw the little girl and her dad again, making the motion. Putting your hands in your lap, you couldn’t help but want to reach up and do a little beep beep. While waiting for more kids to cross the road, you fiddled, torn. Surely it wasn’t weird, or maybe it was, for Optimus? For all you knew, it could be very personal. The constant fiddling with your hands drew the Prime’s attention, enough that he spoke up.
“Is something the matter?”
“No. No I’m fine.”
“Is it the action the child is STILL making on the sidewalk?”
“Maybe. I mean, she’s so cute! How could I just sit here looking at her and NOT do it! But this isn’t my vehicle, or my body so I won’t do it.”
Hearing a low rumble, you knew that Optimus was laughing at you. Turning out the window to pout, you felt the cab shift as you began to roll forward. The young girl looked devastated that you hadn’t honked.
“Is she still doing it?” Optimus asked.
“Yes?”
The blaring horn of Optimus’s alt mode echoed through the cab and resounded outward toward the crowd of kids and parents waiting on the sidewalk. Erupting into screams of joy, the kids ran around their parents in circles. Meanwhile, your ears were ringing as you also laughed.
“Oh wow, that was… AWESOME! They loved it.”
“I am glad you enjoyed it.”
“Mmm, yeah.”
Rolling through town, you began to get back into the countryside. Tall mountains, and sparkling lakes met your eyes as you relaxed in the cab.
“I am glad that you are alright, Y/n.”
“Alright? What… oh yeah. That IDIOT. I can’t believe he almost hit me.”
“I would have intervened, but…”
“No sweat Optimus. I’m good. I’d rather you not have your cover blown, and me possibly get another bot to watch.”
“Watch?”
“Pff, you know what I mean.”
“Yes. I am fond of you as well.”
Feeling your cheeks heat up a little, you looked out into the countryside, thinking of the implications of what he’d said.
“Can you tell me more of humans and their ‘signals’?”
“Oh um, sure. I don’t know all of them, but I can teach you some.”
“I would also like to learn of your customs. Such as… dating.”
You would have spit out your drink if you had one, before you felt your entire face begin to burn hot. And it would stay that red for the rest of the day until you returned to base.
Guyssss, I have a google drive FULL of stories. Like, A TON. But I never know what stories you guys want. So, I will list the fandoms and you guys and comment what you wanna see next? Prepare yourself for my WILD imagination!
Avengers (Tony, Steve, Stephen, Loki, Thor, AND Bucky aka my favorite)
Christian Bale Batman
Freaking Luke Duke of the Dukes of Hazzard
Hiccup Haddock
Mick St. John of Moonlight fame
*NEW* Shadow the HH (I have SO MANY I LOVE HIM)
Miguel O' Hara
Sam and Dean
Tim Bradford
Tmnt (All the boys but Mikey, please don't come for me)
Optimus Prime (Bayverse, Prime, AND One)
Ultraman (KENJI SATO, nuff said)
Venom
Logan Howlett
I have a big enough imagination for all of us, so I have dozens of stories!
I am learning as an adult that if you are having a mental breakdown, you don't need your mom telling you a drug will fix it. You need someone to validate your feelings and offer their love and support. Growing up, I took an antidepressant and I am realizing I was numb to everything, including constant bullying from said parent. It is okay not to feel okay.
So I got this ask from someone in the comments, and forgot about it. So, here we go.
*Le story*
You’ve seen the movie Avatar, right? Well, what if, after the discovery of living metal, humanity made their own bots? Long before the creation of Galvatron, the military used bits and pieces to cobble together their own bots. Using advanced technology, they would link humans with their own bots. You were one of these bots, these Avatars. You did not meet the Autobots in person for a long time, as your headset was often on the fritz before being refined. Called in to accompany Charlotte Mearing to meet Optimus Prime, you were nervous. You were miles away in a hidden location while your alt mode sped down the road behind the Directors car. You may have stood out a little bit with your chosen vehicle, a 1967 chevy impala, but that's what you chose.
Arriving at the base, you saw the energon detectors. Given that you were essentially a puppet, your energon reading was not enough to cause a fuss. Driving in behind the director, you sat patiently. The soldiers did eyeball you up and down, curious as to why this car was here before brushing it off. Scanning up and down, you saw the bot you’d come to see.
“He’s not talking to anybody today.” One of the bots stated.
“Prime, make something of yourself!” Ironhide shouted before thunking the pouting Prime.
Sensing the anger radiating off the bot, you had transformed in a second rising to stand over the director. Taken aback, he took a step away before addressing the director.
“So, this is another of your… lies. We were told everything you knew had been shared.” He growled.
“We were in the dark about this also.” Charlotte started.
As you gazed around at the Autobots, you noted that you towered over most of them, except for Optimus. While they circled you, you stood strong with your arms folded. While Bumblebee seemed excited about a new friend, the older bots were skeptical. They’d never seen you before, and you had no insignia. After a lengthy conversation, Charlotte wanted a tour of the base.
“Come now, show us what it is you DO here.” She sneered.
Making to follow her, you were both stopped.
“Perhaps you can introduce us to your guardian first?” Optimus said as his gaze rested on you.
Before you could speak, Charlotte raised her hand. “She is none of your concern. You may only address her as Elite one.”
Narrowing their eyes at you, they shrugged before dispersing. Seeing the Autobots whom you were based upon was fascinating. Eyes searching, they rested on the Prime himself. He couldn’t help but watch you as you toured the base behind the director. As you made to leave, the director stopped you.
“I will leave my guardian in your capable hands.” She said, looking up at you.
Nodding, you gave her a thumbs up. After the bots introduced themselves, you were quiet.
“I’m, uh, Elite One. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you.” You told them.
Your days were spent with the autobots, and your nights you were replenishing your human body. You learned about each of the bots, and gradually you spent more and more time as a bot versus a human. When the battle of New York came, all hell broke loose. Unable to reach your headset, you were unable to fight with the bots. Choosing to go in with Lennox anyway, you were left broken and battered. The army medics refused to let you use your avatar for days, so when you did return, Optimus was furious.
“Of our few allies, I had thought that YOU would be first in line to aid us. But not only were you not sent off world, you WEREN’T there.”
“Optimus, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I couldn’t…”
“I do not want to hear your excuses. Just… leave.”
Shocked, you stumbled back. You could understand his anger and frustration, but you never thought he’d send you away. The soldiers who protected your body often joked that you were in love with Optimus Prime. Not that you didn’t care for him, but love him? How could he love you?
“After all the time I’ve spent here? I know how Ratchet learned medicine. I know how Bumblebee lost his voice box! I… I know how you became a prime. And you’re sending me away!”
“You left us in our darkest hour! You are not fit to be an Autobot!”
“Probably because I’m NOT one! I’m just some human!”
Blinking at you for a moment, he almost looked as though he would start to laugh.
“What do you mean by that?” He said, voice low.
“I… I’m not an Autobot, or a Decepticon. I’m just me. I’m an avatar.”
Before he could question you further, you suddenly felt dizzy. Crashing to your knees, you were out. Waking up in your designated spot in the bunker, you heard shouts.
“Y/n? Are you alright? I don’t know what happened but the power went out.” One of the soldiers told you.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Within minutes you were back, your optics fuzzy at first, you heard loud voices. Your optics went back online as you looked up into the concerned face of one Optimus Prime. His words still fresh on your mind, you shoved him away.
“Leave me alone. I’m going!” You huffed, before strutting out the door.
Transforming, you drove back to the bunker and parked yourself. Slammed with questions, mostly what happened, you hushed them.
“They don’t trust me anymore. Why should I stay?”
“But who cleared your absence? Who…”
“I don’t care, I quit.”
Limping outside, you could smell the rain. Sighing, you went to find a ride. You were shocked to find Optimus Prime outside, standing tall as the rain dripped off his frame. Blinking at him a couple times, you tried to sneak away without him spotting you. Realizing he probably didn’t recognize you as a human, you strutted past him. Pulling your coat a little tighter, you were startled by a large hand in front of you.
“Pardon me miss, but I am looking for someone.”
“Oh, um sorry. I’m just the janitor.” You said, keeping your head down.
“So, you are going to continue to lie to me?”
Pausing mid step, you couldn’t help but look up at him. The moment he saw your eyes, he knew.
“There she is. Now, care to tell me what your REAL name is?”
“I… uh… It’s Y/n.”
“Y/n. Shall we go for a drive?” He asked.
“Umm, sure. Yeah. I guess.”
He smiled before transforming, and you hopped in. Driving around for hours, Optimus Prime learned about your human life. Not that it was that much different from what he knew already. Arriving at a picturesque lake, he paused, heater blasting as you tried to dry off.
“Were you ever going to share your true self with me, Y/n?”
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sighed. “I… I don’t know. I thought you wouldn’t accept me.”
“I speak for all of us when I say that we have already accepted you, Y/n.”
“What about you? Do you accept that I am a human?” Your voice was quiet as you began to shake a little.
A blinding light emitted in the cab of the truck, before looking over to see a man. Sitting in the driver seat, he appeared the definition of tall, dark, and handsome.
“Can you accept that I am an Autobot, Y/n?” The man asked.
“Wha… Optimus? Is that you?” You gasped, scooting closer.
Nodding, he moved closer as well. Seeing the shining blue eyes, it confirmed it was him.
“Is this real?” You asked, reaching a hand out.
Grasping your, you felt his warm, calloused hands.
“Yes, this is my… avatar, as you call it.”
“Wow, you look…. Amazing.”
A blush crept across his cheeks as you stared at him. Suddenly feeling awkward, you turned away. A hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look at Optimus before he crashed his lips to yours. Squeaking in surprise, you soon relaxed before wrapping your arms around his neck. Only pulling away to breathe, you continued your make out session. After a time, Optimus disappeared.
“What… hey!” You shouted.
“I am sorry. I can only project my hologram for a short time.”
“Well. It’s okay. It’s fine. Wait… I have an idea.”
Cue you stealing your headset and avatar, just so you could spend more time with Optimus Prime.
Story number two to welcome myself back! Please enjoy. I am working on posting more consistently.
Accident
Tim Bradford x reader
*Le story*
You didn’t even see them coming. Your car that you’d spent years restoring, taking care of, it was all moot in that moment. You’d thought you were paying attention, but all of a sudden they were there. Smashing into the rear of that car, you felt your head connect with the steering wheel and your ears began to ring. Sirens rang out and you couldn’t process what had happened to you for a solid five minutes.
“Miss, do you know your name?” The EMT asked.
“I… Y/n, Y/n Bradford.”
“Do you know what happened?”
“I don’t remember…. Wait.”
It all clicked into place as your eyes went to the accident a mere thirty feet away. Your car was smoking, the front end mangled as some sort of fluid pooled beneath. The back of the smart car you’d run into was just as bad, and you saw another woman in a separate ambulance. Tears began to stream down your face as it all hit you like a truck.
“Oh my… What… I didn’t…” You blubbered.
“Ma’am, we’re gonna take you to the hospital, okay? You might have a concussion.”
Nodding, you knew you were in shock at this point. Shivering violently, you heard Tim just before the doors shut. He’d heard the call, and he knew there was only one person who owned a 1967 Chevy Impala in LA. Scaring the crap out of his boot as he sped down the road, he ignored anything and everything said to him as he saw your car.
“WHERE IS SHE?! The owner of this car!” He shouted as he grabbed the collar of one of the EMT’s on sight.
“Geez dude, she’s over there.”
“STOP! Y/n?!”
“Tim?!”
Ripping open the doors, he was beyond worried. You had a large bruise spreading across your forehead and your eyes were red and puffy from crying.
“Hey, what happened?”
“I don’t know. I was just going home, and and they just came out of nowhere. I didn’t even see the brake lights!”
“Okay, it’s alright. We’ll figure this out.”
“I just fixed my CAR.”
“I know, let’s just… Hospital?”
“Yes sir.”
“Tim… The dashcam.”
“OFFICER CHEN! Make sure you get that dash cam.”
“Yes sir.”
Hours later in the hospital, you did indeed have a concussion. Your car was towed away after making sure everything had been functional in the car. The person you had rear ended was remarkably okay, and was in another room nearby. Every muscle in your body hurt, and you’d had an anxiety attack just thinking about your car.
“You need to keep her awake for at least twenty four hours. You can take ibuprofen for pain. And hey, she seems extremely upset. Keep an eye on her for a while.”
“I will. Thanks doc.”
Looping his arm in yours, he guided you to his truck. You were stone faced, pale, as you sat in the passenger seat. Taking your hand, he gave it a squeeze.
“Hey, it’ll be okay.”
You could only nod, before staring out the window again. Upon arriving, you were quick to embrace Kojo, your rock. Tim had already called Grey and asked for the night off, and was approved for leave the following day. He’d successfully gotten you to eat something, before figuring out how to keep you up all night. It was about three in the morning that everything hit again, and you began to sob. Tim had just gotten out of the shower and was alerted by Kojo.
“Hey hey hey, why are you crying?”
“I almost KILLED someone! What if there had been a kid in the back seat? Or or what if I had been going the speed limit?”
“But you didn’t, okay? You’re fine, they’re fine.”
“It’s MY fault…”
“Listen, I don’t know exactly what happened. But let’s focus on getting you better, okay?”
“Okay.” You sniffled.
After your twenty four hours was up, the pair of you were beyond tired. Eating breakfast, you were ready for a nap. But even after Tim had fallen asleep, you were wide awake. Just when you were on the edge of unconsciousness, you’d see flashes of what happened and jolt awake. After a few more hours of this, you gave up on sleep. Tim never could sleep for long without you, so he soon woke up. You’d settled on the couch, Kojo resting in your lap as you stroked his head gently.
“Did you even sleep?” You heard his tired voice ask.
“No.”
Sighing loudly, he went to get a shirt on before coming to sit with you.
“Do you need me to get you anything?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“I’m here for you. You know this, right?”
Turning to look at him, it was the first time you’d smiled at him that day.
“I know. I love you.”
He couldn’t help but smile as well before leaning in for a kiss. Having a quiet dinner before relaxing on the couch, you had nearly fallen asleep. A knock on the door caused Tim to growl a little before hearing the voice of your friends.
“Open up!” Lopez shouted.
“Geez, okay. What?”
“So rude. We have some good news for you.” Lucy huffed.
“Is Y/n okay?” Nolan asked.
“I’m fine.” You called from the couch.
“Why don’t you just come in?” Tim snorted, before five officers and a lawyer pushed inside.
“So first of all, your car is not totaled.”
“Okay? I mean that’s good, I guess.” You shrugged as Tim shot you a look.
“Secondly, you’re not at fault for this accident.” Jackson cheered.
“Wait… How?”
“Remember when I was a boot and we rear ended that car?”
“Insurance fraud?”
“Yeah. Not a single light in that car was operational, and… Your dash cam recorded everything. Plus, she pulled out in front of you. She will be going to jail for insurance fraud.” Lucy told you.
They’d expected you to be overjoyed, or at least somewhat happy at the news. But you looked… Sad.
“You guys… Thanks, but please leave.” Tim said quietly before ushering them out the door.
Tears were threatening to spill over at this point, and Tim was losing his mind with worry.
“You’re not usually this quiet.”
“I know. I… I’m relieved that I… I couldn’t have really prevented that accident. But…”
It clicked in that moment. You’d been TRAUMATIZED by this accident. When he had done the exact same thing, sure he was upset. Mad at himself. But you had taken this HARD. For weeks afterward, you’d done everything you could to avoid driving anywhere, or even be in a car. Your car’s repairs were put on the back burner while you picked up the pieces of your mental health, and Tim supported you. You felt comfortable driving, but you’d been left without a car.
“Okay, just keep your eyes closed.” Tim told you.
“Where are we going?”
“Just trust me.”
All of your friends were beyond excited as they waited for Tim to bring you to the garage. Nolan had called in a favor, and all of them had pooled their money to get your car repaired. Finally, Tim released his hold on you.
“Okay, open.”
You’d nearly fainted upon seeing your baby, in like new condition before you. Tim had to catch you as you swooned, laughing loudly as a wide smile spread across your face. Then you’d burst into tears as you hugged each and every one of them and then kissed Tim so fiercely he felt weak in the knees.
Mesa back! I am sorry I have not posted. Just... Life ya know? Please enjoy this story!
Alternate life
Ken Sato x reader
*Le story*
You almost felt bad ditching Ken, but he would often do the same, so you didn’t feel TOO bad. Soaring through the sky back to the states, you took down a Kaiju near New York. Minimal damage, and you were back before the next morning. Back to the pet shop you managed, and then you went out with Ken that night. This time, he’d mumbled an apology before bolting out the door. Ultraman escorted a Kaiju out of the city that very night. This had been going on since you’d first met Kenji Sato, shortly after he’d returned to Tokyo. You were here on a foodie trip essentially, and fell in love with it. But your heart, and your duty, was always with YOUR home country. Flying to and from Japan was tiring, but worth it. After all this time, you found yourself in Tokyo more often than not.
But more than once you would see Ken the next day and see how battered and beaten he was. Enough that you threatened to beat the crap out of anyone who might have hurt him. He was hot tempered, you knew this, and he’d gotten in fights more than once. Not that you could talk. You would never let him see you with any form of bruise, or he would come apart. And then your secret would be out. He didn’t know that you were Ultrawoman. Not the slightest clue. Sometimes you wondered about telling him, especially when he told you how much he missed you on the nights you ran out. But you wanted to keep him safe, he had enough to worry about. But it would all come to a head when the KDF came for you. Ultraman had caused quite the fuss after saving an infant kaiju and her mother, and they were out to get ALL Ultra’s.
Pushing a massive kaiju away from Miami, you hadn’t seen his spiked tail come for you till it was too late. Hitting you in the side, he sent you flying as you crashed into a mountain. Satisfied with his little walk of terror, he was gone. The KDF had initially come for said kaiju, but upon seeing you, you were their new target. Firing at you with everything they had and trying to trap you, you’d ended up swimming deep into the ocean to escape. Long after they’d disappeared, you were not doing well. Your vision darkened before you shook your head and took off toward your Tokyo apartment. But you didn’t find yourself at your apartment, you crashed into the hills near Ken’s house.
“Why… Why would I come here?” You mumbled before pushing yourself upright.
It took you a good twenty minutes to drag yourself up to Ken’s front door. He didn’t answer at first, and you figured the door was locked. Leaning against it as you huffed, you felt yourself fall and push the door open. Smacking your head on the floor, you groaned at the pain.
“Intruder alert! Intruder alert!”
“Oh come on Mina, I’m sure it’s… Y/n?!”
“Ken? I don’t… I’m sorry.”
“MINA! Get a bed ready! Hold on Y/n. I’ve got you.”
“I’m tired. So tired.”
“No no no!” He cried as you blacked out.
*Time skip*
Waking up a few days later, your Ultra powers had kept you alive and were very slowly healing you. Ken had contemplated taking you to a hospital, but upon seeing how fast you were healing changed his mind. Using a pod designed for this exact reason, he hadn’t left your side. Now sleeping on his bed, you blinked a few times as you tried to figure out where you were. Throat dry, you tried to call out for someone, but ended up in a coughing fit.
“Ah, you’re awake. I will alert Ken.” A floating orb chimed before disappearing.
A loud thud and breaking glass reached your ears before Ken burst in. His shoulders slouched and he sighed loudly before coming to kneel by the bed.
“You scared me.”
“I… *cough* I’m sorry. Where am I?”
“My house. My bed.”
Looking down you realized you were bandaged up and wearing what was no doubt Ken’s sweatshirt. Blushing bright red, you pulled the sheets a little tighter. After getting you some different clothes and then a meal, you could see your boyfriend watching you. He’d been kind, patient, at first, but now he wanted answers. You show up half dead at his door and you don’t tell him why? Allowing you to finish your ramen, he couldn’t hold back.
“You gonna tell me who did this to you?”
Sighing, you ran a hand through your greasy hair as you contemplated telling him. Should you lie? No, because Ken would definitely track down anyone who he thought might have hurt you. And if you wanted your relationship to progress, there had to be a degree of trust.
“Ken. Kenji, I… I don’t know how to say this.”
“Say what exactly? What have you been keeping from me?”
“Keeping… You’re one to talk. You show up with a black eye every other week and I’m the one keeping secrets?”
“At least I don’t show up half dead and scare the life out of my boyfriend!”
“Ken, we have a visitor.” Mina beeped as you glared at Ken.
“I’m busy.”
“I’m afraid they insist.”
A loud chirping cry reached your ears as the house shook, and Ken groaned loudly. Pushing yourself to your feet, you were beyond tired as you made to leave.
“Wait… Please stay.” Ken asked quietly as he grasped your hand. “There’s something I want to tell you.”
“Okay, fine.”
Taking you to an elevator, you dropped with a whoosh causing you to tighten your grip on Ken’s arm. A wide array of tech drew your gaze before seeing a giant glass door. Even more shocking was the giant pink kaiju baby currently banging on said door.
“Hi Emi! I have someone I want you to meet.” He cooed as the door opened and your feet were immediately soaked. “Y/n, this is Emi.”
“Uhhh hi Emi.”
“Y/n, I haven’t been entirely honest with you.”
“Okay?”
“I didn’t come back to Tokyo for baseball. I came back for my dad.”
Knowing that he wasn’t done, you had a vague idea of where this was going.
“My dad is the original Ultraman, but he got hurt. So I came back to take his place. That’s why I kept… Leaving our dates. To fight kaiju.”
It was all too surreal. You, Ultrawoman, dating Ultraman? You couldn’t help but begin to laugh, causing Emi to squeal with glee as Ken’s shoulders slouched.
“What… Why are you laughing?”
“I’m sorry, I just… I have a confession too.”
“Mina is it? Pull up the last American Kaiju attack.”
Ken cocked a brow at your request before turning to watch the news reel. You moved to stand in front of Emi, who eyeballed you a few times and decided you were okay in her book. Five minutes later, and Ken grabbed your arm, spinning you to face him.
“You’re her?”
“Yep.”
“This is why… Why you would leave… And why you got hurt?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“Wow, this is kind of awesome.”
“Kind of?” You asked as he looked at you wide eyed. “It’s very awesome!”
Pulling you close he pressed a kiss to your lips, before hugging you tightly.
“So does this mean we can team up?”
“If you want to. As long as you don’t mind flying back to America.”
