A/N: Part 4 of the series! Enjoy this really chaotic chapter I wrote last night but forgot to post T^T
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"H-Hey! No fighting in the house!" I said, standing in between of the two men. The testosterone of these two Cybertronian (if they have one, idk.) are getting thicker and the tension is palpable. With a loud sigh, I put my hands in the middle of the two men's chest, pushing them away from one another.
"Enough, both of you! If you're going to fight, I'm going to kick all of your asses out of the damn door!" I warned, sending the two buff men a glare. Megatron gave me a glance before backing away, and Optimus did the same.
"On the contrary, I wish not to fight. I was invited by (Y/N) to have a dinner; I'm getting one." Megatron muttered coolly, giving me a nod. Optimus gave me a look of surprise, his blue optics wide with shock and...annoyed.
Er...in my defense, the Decepticons did look hungry and I felt bad. How the hell would I know they were the same bad guys y'all fighting with?
"Come on, you guys must be starving. I'll make something quick, just sit down and um...don't kill each other, please?" I asked. Team Decepticons scoffed and the Autobots followed suit, dramatically turning their heads to opposite sides just to get the message across. I sweatdropped but went back to the kitchen, starting up dinner.
What I didn't realised, however, the two factions aren't really able to sit tight and be silent for an hour. The good side of it however, was that they didn't start a war, which was great.
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"...So...did (Y/N) find you guys at a bench starving too?" Knockout began, looking at the Autobots. Arcee rolled her optics and leaned back, crossing her arms at the red-tipped man.
"No, we're much...better. How did y'all turn into humans?" she shot back.
"We're hoping you got an answer to this...horrible predicament bestowed upon us!" Starscream joined in, plucking his shirt in disgust. Bulkhead was glaring at Breakdown, still not liking that the Decepticons were in the same house as them.
Soundwave was sitting quietly, stroking Laserbeak's feather. The small Minicon turned into a black raven and was not happy about it, chirping to its master for the last two days. The small bird finally calmed down and sat down on Soundwave's lap, but it was still wary of its surroundings.
"What are the odds of us finding the same femme that took the Autobots under her wing to be serving us dinner?" Megatron sarcastically said, drumming his fingers against his arms. Primus must be having so much joy watching his team suffer along with him. They haven't refuelled for two days and when they finally had the chance to, they are now faced with the damned Autobots.
Optimus was still wary of the mech-turned-human before him, not being able to decipher what the warlord is up to. Standing up, he decided to head towards the kitchen to help you.
He liked you, full stop. The minute he noticed you, the Prime could not help but gasped in awe of your beauty. Smiling to himself, the Autobot leader made his way to the kitchen.
"Need some help, little (Y/N)?" Optimus asked, peeking over the counter. You peered over through your shoulders to look at the man and smiled.
"Hey there! Finally calmed down, Mr. Boss Bot?" I teased, carrying up the roast chicken from the oven. I had them marinated the night before and was hoping to serve it tonight, I just didn't think I would be out for so long.
"Smells delicious. And yes...I think?" he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. Optimus stood by close, hoping to be able to assist you.
"If you don't mind, could you set up the table please?" I asked, taking out the tray of baked potatoes and carrots before setting them on the counter. Optimus nodded and went off, easing my burden just a little.
I got out some meatballs and fried them, since we're having extra guest. Taking out the burger patties, I set them in the pan too, cooking them together. Sizzling sound filled the kitchen as its aroma soon came to the living room, making the two factions' stomach growled loudly.
"What was that!?" Starscream screeched, gripping his abdomen. His stomach growled again and he screamed, not understanding why his tanks were making weird noises.
"MAKE IT STOP!" the seeker pleaded, looking at Jack for help. The boy sighed and facepalmed as he explained the situation.
"That's just your stomach growling, it's fine. It means you're hungry, that's all." Jack said. Starscream calmed down just a bit, looking away and trying to recover his dignity.
"I-I uh- k-knew that...j-just -nevermind." He growled, looking away too. The two teams went silent again until your voice resonated through the halls, breaking their awkward silence.
"Careful Optimus, it's hot."
"I will be fine- Ow!"
"I told you! Come here, put your hands in the cold water and let it run!"
The team gave each other a weird look before looking over towards the kitchen, silently watching the two couples working together to make dinner.
"I'm sorry, I have underestimated the temperature." Optimus said, looking at his scalded hands running through the tap water. It was beginning to look red but no major burns, thank Primus for that.
"It's alright. I take it that your original form could take more heat than average human, yes?" I asked, giving Optimus a quick pat on the back before carrying the pot of soup out.
"Y-Yes, and I've foolishly assumed that my human form would retain such qualities." Optimus admitted, looking down. Setting down the massive pot on the table, I went towards the tall man and set a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, it's going to be okay, alright? We'll find a way to reverse this...curse or something, but don't worry! We're in this, together." I said and gave the man a quick hug. Optimus went still for a moment before hesitantly putting one arms over me, returning the hug.
"Thank you (Y/N)." He said, gazing down at me with his usual to-die-for smile.
"God, your smiles are really entrancing." I breathed out. Optimus went red in embarrassment and I slapped my mouth shut.
FUCK! I SAID IT OUT LOUD, DIDN'T I?
"Ahaha...I mean it though, you got some charming smile, big guy. It suits you well, way better than the frown you had earlier." I snickered and got out the plates of meatballs and burger patties, leaving Optimus at the sink, water still running to cool his scalded palms.
"Alright, I think it's done. Now for the drink...orange juice or apple juice?" I held up the two jugs in front of Optimus. Optimus bend down to have a closer look before giving me a sheepish smile as he chose the latter.
"I have a preference to apple." He said, blushing a little.
That's so fucking cute!
"Alright, apple it is." I said, pouring it into another large jug filled with ice cubes and set in on the table.
"DINNER'S READY!" I yelled, walking towards the living room...only to see the two factions staring back at me with fascination. Miko was giving me her annoying grin and it finally hits me.
The team was watching me and Optimus the whole damn time!
"C-Come and eat?" I said, wiping my hands on my clothes and quickly ran back, blushing horribly. I also realised I have yet to change into a more comfortable clothing since I came back from photoshoot... oh well.
The two teams rushed towards the dinner table, staring at the food I've meticulously prepared alongside with Optimus. Looking at his hands, I went to the freezer and got out an icepack before setting them on the burned area, eliciting a yelp from the Prime.
"Sorry! It's to help with the burn, Optimus!" I apologised. Optimus looked down and realised the cold thing was an icepack and relaxed...but handed it back.
"I'll put it later after dinner." He said. Nodding, I guided him to the table.
"Thank you for the food!" everyone said and dug in. Megatron looked at me with confusion clearly written on his face as he picked up the baked potatoes and popped them into his mouth. His eyes widen and he licked his lips before taking more of the delicious snack. The Decepticons saw their master eating happily and followed suit, not being able to hold their hunger any longer.
Smiling, I ate my roasted chicken happily as I watched the rowdy team ate the food happily in peace. Within moments, the chicken was down to bones and the the plates were emptied. Bulkhead burped loudly, leaning back on his chair with content.
"That was -ERPP- amazing! (Y/N), please don't ever stop making food for us, it's fragging delicious!" he said, patting his belly. I laughed and nodded, blushing a little at his compliments.
"You're most welcome, Bulk! Still got room there for desert?" I asked, going to the kitchen and came back with a large bowl of cut fruits. The team's smile widened at the sweet healthy treat.
"Yes! I want the oranges, and I swear to Primus if you steal mine again Bulkhead, I'll have (Y/N) to cook you." Ratchet growled, glaring at the large man.
"Yes, yes. Sorry doc bot."
"Don't call me that!" Ratchet hissed, stabbing his tiny fork onto the orange before popping it into his mouth.
"Sweet and sour, just how I like it." Ratchet muttered in delight. Megatron picked up the same fruit and took a bite, only for it to splatter on his face, making a huge mess.
"Scrap!" he hissed, the juice getting into his eyes. I rushed over him with some tissues and guided him to the sink, washing his faces and drying it off.
"There, there. It's fine."
"It hurts! Why on earth did it attack me!?" I let out a small snicker as I guided him back to the table. The man had a glare at me, not understanding why I'm humoured.
"Why in the Pits are you laughing? The wretched fruit attacked my optics!" he said.
"Firstly, it did not. It's just the juice. Oranges are citrus and therefore acidic. The juice irritated your eyes, that's all." I said, giving the large man a pat before heading back to my seat. Megatron grumbled and went to take a slice of apple instead, deliberately avoiding the damned fruit that caused him pain.
Munching onto his watermelons, Optimus watched the scene with his optics narrowed, grumbling quietly and stabbing the fruit harshly. He looked down and got an idea.
"(Y/N)!" He cried out, holding his eyes in pain.
"Oh no, not you too." I said, rushing to the man. Doing the same thing with Megatron, I helped Optimus with his eyes. Optimus was groaning loudly as I tried to run the water to his face.
"Hold still, Optimus! It'll be over soon." I said, helping the freaked-out man.
By the side-lines, the whole team were eating the apples as they watched Optimus's acting.
"You know, Optimus should go acting with (Y/N). He's bound to get an Oscar with that acting of his." Jack said, shaking his head in disbelief for the two of you. He didn't know if he should be surprised about Optimus's behaviour or that the fact you were too dense to realise it was fake.
"Yeah, no shit. Either his acting is that good or (Y/N)'s too stupid to know...I'm going with the latter. I mean- he was eating a watermelon for Primus's sake!" Miko said, snickering.
"He's making a fool of himself." Megatron muttered, skewering a sliced strawberry and ate it slowly, watching his nemesis playing charades with you.
"Unbelievable." Starscream joined in, tossing a grape into his mouth.
"For once, I agree with both of you." Ratchet said, still enjoying his oranges and the scene before him.
"It hurts..."
"Come on, Optimus! It's not that bad!"
"It's burning!"
"Just rinse it off!"
"I can't see!"
"Optimus!"
"Should we intervene?" Breakdown asked, taking a cube of mango. Knockout shook his head and took a bite from Breakdown's fruit before reply his buddy.
"Nah, I like watching drama. Also, the mangoes are sweet."
"Knockout, get your own."
"I like them served to me, Breaks." Knockout said, leaning against his partner.
And so the team sat quietly and watched as you and Optimus ended up drenched because that idiot didn't want to stay still ...and might have played a little too far on this joke.
Miko and Soundwave recorded the whole scenario, the former snickering as she found another blackmailing material from you.