#bumblebee fic

[littledemo0n]

Even more memes inspired by @whatwooshkai 's fanfic☆

[vodid]

opening up

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[yuki2sksksk]

I was thinking of my younger times where I was obsessed with crossovers and at that time I was into My Little Pony, TMNT and Transformers Prime and then I remember @its-elioo crossover fics and read them and I feel like my inner child is rolling around in excitement because we finally find a well written crossover with MLP and Transformers.

Was stress relief sketching before deciding to whip out scenes that I love from her fics. The redesigns of Fluttershy and Bumblebee are hers.

I've always loved Fluttershy and Bumblebee so I adore their interactions. And adding Predaking as her new best friend? Absolutely.

Talking about Predaking, I remember that time in high school in art class; we had to do some kind of ink marking on clothes and the teacher let us pick any picture to draw of, so I chose the Predacon symbol to slap on the white shirt. I don't know where that shirt is now though.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Has anyone really thought about the fact that Bumblebee and Smokescreen pretty much grew up during war? I am sure people have, but have yall really THOUGHT about how that must have fragged them up in the head? It hit me earlier today, but I can imagine that there are just a ton of little things these two do that made perfect sense during the war, but now that the war is over, look really odd.

Bumblebee I imagine was raised to be very conservative with energon use. It was a treasured resource and there was no room for him to be playing around with it meaninglessly. I can see him getting angry at his team, yelling at them about ridiculous energon use as though he were still on the front lines trying to save as much as possible in case of an attack. Smokescreen I think would have been trained to function on minimal amounts of recharge to the point of it being scary for normal bots now that the war is over. Him just wandering around on night patrol, his gaze on the horizon looking for the tell tale signs of seekers or artillery strikes. I bet it freaks Bee's team out a lot.

Also Bumblebee and Smokescreen getting Bee's team playing games that they think are normal and fun, but are NOT in any way either of those. Something like tag but if you get caught you are electrocuted in order to teach you to keep moving. Games where instead of a ball, actual weapons are involved in order to improve reaction time. Random bombing drills made "fun" by songs and marching. Being taught to defuse explosives while working to the equivalent of Cybertronian kahoot music. Not to mention the bedtime stories and legends these poor sparks were told. I 100% believe that Megatron and the Cons were the boogiemen of their early lives.

So many things they see as normal, such as cleaning a weapon as a soothing action instead of, I don't know, going on a walk. Checking the security feed as their version of a break. Doing drills in the morning rather than having any fuel since again, fuel is precious.

So much crap that they think is normal but slowly realize is not and is just their wartime trauma.

I think I will write a fic about it to be honest.

[lovelycatdraws]

Gooughhrrbbsjw

Based on fanfic by @birthdaycakeplate

The Enemy of my Enemy is my Headache

[emomomortal]

HEYYYY

here's a colored in sari :3c sorry for not posting a lot i swear i have more. She gets to be the biggest troublemaker ever i love her

[fallenneziah]

hello!!! Sorry to bother or bother you, but I was wondering if you could tell me Tmnt Bayverser's reaction to a reader doing parkour? like they are very good at it, but as no one is perfect sometimes they end up with some marks on their bodyfor example, the reader reaches out to greet Bumblebee and the Optimus eyes fixate on the purple bruise on the reader's skin

Optimus: You're running again, aren't you?

reader: yes!!! I broke my record!!

At first I was a tiny bit confused since you seemed to reference Ninja Turtles but then you brought up transformers... So I'm assuming you want Transformers. Thanks for the asks anon, I apologize for this being stuck in my drafts for so long. 😓

Transformers x Reader who does Parkour.

I'd like to think that they aren't that new to the concept. Thri seeking, tricks, jumping around on things and still doing it even after getting hurt.

I'm sure other than the very extreme gladiator pit and other training arenas that they had things like that on Cybertron.

Although you are different from them, so Optimus doesn't totally understand why you would do something that would cause you pain.

When he saw your bruises and callouses when meeting you he was curious.

He bent down, looking at you, scanning you. Then he introduced himself. "My name is Optimus Prime," you do your best to shake his hand, holding onto his finger. That's when he noticed a bruise on your bicep.

He hummed thoughtfully. "You're injured." You looked down and chuckle. "No, I'm not, I'm actually just a sporty person. The bruises are normal."

"Do you need medical examination?"

"Nah, I'll be alright." You smile at him, and Optimus nods.

Overtime of your friendship with the team they come to understand more of what you do. Bumblebee will drive with you to the outdoor climbing park so he can watch you from some feet away as you do your thing.

He used to be something of a parkour artist on Cybertron as well I would think. But they did become much more concerned for you.

You returned to base early, huffing and puffing, covered in sweat when you saw Optimus, his attention stolen by your state. "Y/n, I'd wondered if you'd disappeared. Are you alright??"

You nodded, bending down and settling your hands on your knees. "I'm good, big guy- phew- oh man that was fun."

Optimus raised an optic ridge and approached, kneeling down to you again. "You've been running again then?" You nod, leaning against his hand that he offers so you can relax. When you grab on he notices a few setting bruises.

"Seems you've been busy."

"I had to break my record." You pant, looking up at him with an electrifying smile.

Optimus firmly nods, hearing the sound of bumblebee coming over, noticing you. His radio going off with a "Hallelujah everybody!"

You chuckle breathlessly and smile. "Hey 'Bee! I broke my record!!"

Bumblebee revs his engine and bends down next to Optimus, who leans you back up and steps back for some space.

"Oh yeah 'Bee." You showed him your watch, which had recorded your time. "Look at that 😄"

Bumblebee whirred loudly, giving you a fist bump.

He noticed the bruises, whining softly, checking them. "Oh they aren't too bad 'Bee. I'm just a little banged up."

Your way of explaining bruises to the team had been it's essentially buffering, the dent stays for a bit until your body buffers it out.

'Bee nodded, gently patting your head.

Now, If Ratchet ever saw your injuries you know he's be ready to lecture you. Telling you how humans are inherently stupid for getting themselves hurt all the time. Unless you point out how they fight and get hurt all the time... Then he'll shut up and just look you over.

He doesn't dislike you, he cares for you and your fragile human body very much.

Overtime they get used to you coming back with minor injuries like bruises. Bumblebee even gets into how big can the bruise get?? And you entertain the idea while the others just... Watch in disbelief of you two.

And then one day you come back with a little more than a bruise. Bumblebee came to pick you up, whirring when he saw the wrist guard you were wearing.

"It's ok 'Bee, just a sprain."

'Bee whirred his engine. and on the way back to their little hideout you told him what a sprain was.

Yeah, don't even get me started on what happened when Optimus saw that. Sauntering into base without a fully functioning hand!? Off to Ratchet!

"Y/n, you need to be more careful." Optimus said while leading you to Ratchet.

"I know, but we've got medical tools to help me heal Optimus, it's not like I'm dying." You teased.

He shot you a look, a brief note of frustration, before resting his expression again. "I am still going to let Ratchet look at you."

You gulped. Aw man...

When Optimus brought you in, Ratchet reacted how you can expect. He crossed his arms and took a look at your hand. "You aren't being careful." He said firmly.

"I am-"

"No more running, even after you heal." He said firmly.

"Yeah, well you can't ban me." You also crossed your arms.

Optimus sighed softly, giving his old friend a look. They didn't understand, but hey, if you wanted to do it, they couldn't stop you. They just worried when you got hurt.

[planetformer-central]

@she-toadmask I have seen your request and it is a work in progress. This WAS going to be a sketch, but my brain demands rendering so here we go I guess. Fanart for my own fic lol.

[bad-tf-fic-ideas]

(158) A canon divergence fic in which Ratchet actually does give Bumblebee his t-cog, mostly out of guilt, but Bumblebee's transformation begins to take on minor attributes of Ratchet's. At first it's only the transformation process itself... but then one day he wakes up with a siren.

[reachthezeneth]

Can't believe we got Noah and Mirage during pride month. They're boyfriends fr fr

[vodid]

@blitzbee-week || life or death — that's the difference between megatron appreciating him, isn't it?

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[intheticklecloset]

Turnabout Is Fair Play (Blue Lock)

Summary: After wrecking Isagi yet again, Bachira offers to let him exact his revenge...and he may or may not regret it when Isagi finds a good spot.

A/N: BachIsagi has my entire heart, I love these two SO MUCH. I've been hooked on this ship since the "win me back" line (if you know, you know) and just love writing their chaotic and fun banter and personalities! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1241

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Isagi was a mess of giggles by the time Bachira had finished with him.

“So mehehehehean,” he whined, clutching his ribs where his half-friend half-boyfriend had just had his fingers, tickling the living daylights out of him.

All around him the other members of Team Z went about their business, used to Bachira’s antics enough by now to be unbothered by his constantly wrestling and messing with Isagi, having accepted the taller boy’s laughter as either background noise or learning to strategically leave the room and loop back a while later.

Bachira giggled and brushed his hair from his forehead, smiling as Isagi took the time to catch his breath, cheeks still pink and eyes a bit teary-eyed from this particularly aggressive attack. Yes, sure, Isagi had needed it desperately, but that wasn’t the point.

“You’re cute, Isagi~” The dribbler cooed affectionately, only making the other boy’s blush worse.

Nearby, someone made a choking noise and grumbled, “Get a room.” It sounded like Raichi, but neither of them could be bothered to turn and double check.

Isagi groaned and turned his face away. “I’m not cute.”

“You are,” Bachira insisted, poking his side, making him jump and squeak, rolling away.

“No mohohohore! You crazy little…”

“Aww, is someone a little worn out?”

“It’s your fault!”

Again that voice from nearby, muttering, “Arguing like an old married couple,” followed by a grunt and a hissed, “What?!”

Bachira booped Isagi’s nose to keep his attention just as he was about to turn and figure out which of their teammates was grumbling about them.

“You can tickle me, if it will make you feel better~”

Isagi’s eyes snapped up to Bachira’s golden ones and held there for a long moment. “Huh?”

“I said,” the dribbler repeated himself, jabbing Isagi’s belly and sides with every word, “you – can – tickle – me – if – you – want – to!”

Isagi giggled and grabbed onto Bachira’s wrists, holding him still. “You want me to tickle you?”

“Sure, why not? I tickle you all the time, so it’s only fair, Isagi-chan~”

The taller boy blushed at the endearment, but smirked as he pushed up into a sitting position and came forehead to forehead with his friend/boyfriend. “I think I’ll take you up on that.”

Nearby, Raichi – because this time it was obviously him – laughed and said, “Oh, this ought to be good!”

Kunigami jabbed him in the ribs. “Knock it off, dude. Keep the commentary to yourself or get out of here already.” Then, to the boys tangled up in each other, he waved nonchalantly. “Go on. No one here minds you guys. Really.”

Isagi blushed and turned back to Bachira as Raichi whisper-hissed, “It’s not like I care if they’re together, idiot.”

Bachira slid his hand down Isagi’s arm to intertwine their fingers and murmured, “You want to get out of here, Isagi-chan?”

Isagi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and smiled. “Nah. I’ll take you down right here in front of everyone like you do to me.”

Then, before Bachira could come up with a reply, Isagi had flipped them over so he was on top and the dribbler lay on his back, legs stuck up in the air as the taller boy began digging into his belly.

“Ehehehehehehehehe!” Bachira squealed, tossing his head back and kicking uselessly, halfheartedly trying to push Isagi’s hands away. “Isahahahagi, that tihihihihihihickles!”

“You told me I could if it would make me feel better,” Isagi teased, grabbing one of his arms just below the elbow and pushing it up so he could use his free hand to reach into his armpit. “And you know what? I think it is, bumblebee.”

To his pleased amazement, he watched as a light pink rose up to coat Bachira’s cheeks in response to the nickname, followed by the boy in question whining and squirming beneath him, legs still flailing in the air.

“Uh-oh,” Isagi chuckled, voice naturally shifting into a more playful tone as he went on, “did I find your weakness, Bachira?”

“Whahahahahahahat weheheheheheakness?”

“Do you like it when I call you bumblebee?”

Bachira’s squeal and obvious fluster clearly outed him even as he pleaded, “Nohohohohohohoho!”

“Oooh, what other pet names work on you, huh? Cutie? Sweetheart?”

“Nahahahahahahaha, Isahahahahagi!” Bachira whined, though he didn’t seem nearly as affected by those endearments as he had the first one.

Isagi hummed playfully, suddenly darting down to his almost-boyfriend’s thighs, scribbling inside of them gently. Bachira shrieked and threw his head back again, louder laughter escaping his lips now as his squirming became more frantic writhing.

“Ooh, good spot?”

“Isahahahahahahahahagi!”

Isagi grinned. “I wonder what it will take to get you to beg me to stop. What spot really gets you going, Bachira? Oh, sorry – bumblebee?”

If he didn’t know better, he’d have sworn he heard Bachira curse through his laughter just then. The thought made him giddy, high on the rush of making the dribbler laugh like this, of being the sole source of his obvious joy.

“I asked you a question~”

“I’ll nehehehehehever tehehehehehell!”

“Playing this game, huh? All right.”

Isagi was suddenly everywhere – fingers flying up and down Bachira’s prone body, tickling and poking and scratching, searching for a spot that made him scream in delighted terror or jerk harder than usual. For a while all he got was continuous happy laughter and squirming as the two of them played around together, not being too serious about the situation.

But then Isagi pinched Bachira’s side in such a way that the dribbler cackled and rolled onto his side to get away, and in a burst of inspiration, the taller boy shot his hand out to rake along his friend’s back.

Bachira screeched, instantly flopping back over, trapping Isagi right where he was. The awkward angle he now found his wrist at was enough to make Isagi stop tickling, repositioning so he was putting all his weight on his left arm, hovering much closer to the dribbler than he had been before – close enough to see his wide, shining eyes and pretty pink cheeks.

“…Bachira?”

“Y-Yes, Isagi-chan?”

“I believe you’ve been hiding something from me.”

Bachira giggled, giving himself away. “I would never.”

Isagi curled his fingers in as best he could in this position, smirking. “No?”

“Nohohohohohoho!” Bachira cried, trying to roll away again, but this time Isagi was there, and he took the opportunity to grab his shoulder and flip him over completely so he was face-down on the bedroll, his back entirely exposed. The dribbler gasped and giggled, “Plehehehehehease!”

“Please what?” Isagi teased, easily slipping his fingers under Bachira’s sweater to get at the bare skin beneath. The spasm that tore through the smaller boy made Isagi’s heart sing. Got him!

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Bachira screamed, laughing much harder now, uselessly clawing at the mattress in an effort to get away, relieve his ticklish agony, something. “ISAHAHAHAHAGI I WAS NIHIHIHIHIHICE TO YOHOHOHOHOU!!”

Isagi laughed. “Nice? You mean, tickling me until I was literally crying ‘mercy’ was nice?”

“YOU LIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIKED IT!!”

“Sure,” the striker conceded, ignoring the teasing chuckles of his teammates around him. “But you want to know something, bumblebee?”

Bachira wailed with mirth, slapping his hand on the sheets frantically. “WHAHAHAHAHAHAT?!”

Isagi grinned, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of his playful, chaotic, beautiful more-than-a-friend laughing hysterically while his cheeks began to shift from pink to red. He leaned down so he was right by his ear.

“I think you like it, too.”

[lets-try-some-writing]

okay but what about robots in disguise?? its not a favorite of mine but it’s still pretty good. russel and his dad are decent lol

Frag that show.

It disrespected TFP on every level and for that it has my eternal hatred and contempt. The humans were annoying, and I HATED how many interesting plot threads there were that were either done poorly or with so little tact that the writing team should have just scrapped it. The designs are tolerable, but I hate how canon TFP characters lost so much of their individuality in their designs (coughtheopticscough). Smokescreen is fricking GONE, which bothers me more than I care to admit. We see the rest of the team enough to be reasonable, but they all appear in ways that don't really make me happy.

Ratchet was done well enough in my opinion. I like his RID design. It suites him. Optimus's design can go die in a hole, they brutalized that mech. Same with Jazz. Frag those stupid shoulder pads.

Grimlock is fun, I appreciate Sideswipe, although his helm hair thingies I think need a redesign to make sense in relation to his alt mode. Strongarm was HORRIBLY underutilized and I hardly saw any character growth in her. Drift and his crew were interesting, but similarly not given much room to grow. I really liked Windblade for the most part, especially the episode where she tries to baby Optimus and comes out having relearned that Op is still a PRIME with MILLIONS OF YEARS OF WAR EXPERIENCE.

The Primes who've done nothing but sit on their rears had NO RIGHT to belittle Optimus at every turn. Nor did the show have the right to make him an idiot for the sake of making Bee look smarter. As @nova--spark has pointed out, the personality Bee got in the show matches Smokescreen better. Bumblebee wouldn't have SUCKED so much at the whole leadership shtick. What happened to all that skill shown in the movie huh? HUH WRITING TEAM????!??!?!

While I am on this train. OPTIMUS DIED SO GOSH DARN LEAVE HIM ALONE!!! He should have stayed deceased, or if they REALLY needed him back, he should have either returned as an Civi or came back with actual issues. Like dang hear me out mate.

Optimus is forcefully returned to life, beats the Fallen with his borrowed power, but then has to actually deal with the consequences of essentially being a walking bomb for a while. Make him start losing plating, make his frame HURT, make him slim down again into the TFP base design. Just, give him a reason to have to sit back and RECOVER. Not this whole half hearted limping around garbage. To add to that, don't baby the mech. Let him stay at base and fulfill the role Ratchet did in TFP. Let him use his knowledge to teach and offer wisdom, plan battles and locate enemies. For Primus's sake he could have gone undercover on Cybertron or something if they really needed him to go be useless elsewhere.

THEY COULD HAVE EVEN HAD AN ARC WITH HIM GIVING THE TEAM A WAKEUP CALL!!! SIdeswipe has no respect for the mission, Grimlock is a fool, Strongarm is too snarky, and Bee in this seems to have largely forgotten about the seriousness except for during key moments. They could have made Optimus a minor antagonist, forcing the team to follow wartime standards since they laid down this plot thread regarding issues between leadership styles and Optimus trying to take control of the operation more than once.

I would have paid money to see Optimus's wartime mentality show itself in the best and worst ways through how he worked with this group of non war vets on a Decepticon capture mission. Maybe even have him use lethal force once or twice, or at least hint at it so that people can be reminded that he is a mech who went to war, killed countless bots, and both drove their people to and saved their people from extinction.

Bee could have had to teach Optimus to calm down. He could have helped eased his leader out of his wartime mindset. Or following that whole council running Cybertron route, Optimus could have had his moment of being very much right when he points out WHY he fought at all and gestures towards the new council. There was SO MUCH potential in this show, so many good threads and interesting Decepticon character that could have given so much depth to the war and the aligned continuity as a whole, but they were almost ALL ignored.

*deep breath*

Alright, sorry about that. I have big feelings in regards to how dirty Optimus was done. Moving on, the Predacons were killed off supposedly and that pisses me off ESPECIALLY because it was done in a fricking offscreen setting. What the hell happened to Predaking??? WHERE DID HE GO????

Starscream's design was rad though, not going to lie.

Where is Shockwave? No seriously where is that fragger? After several years of the map he MUST have an army growing in a tank somewhere.

Soundwave. Why. ARe. YOU. HERE??!?!?!? I love you man but dang you are so out of place. He made sense in the context of trying to get to Megatron, but idk he felt like he deserved better. He should have been the big brain behind the Cons on Earth if you asked me. It would have made everything far more intense, especially if the Cons dont follow Decepticon creed as seen by Soundwave.

The humans were annoying. Sorry they just were.

Fixit is Primus's gift to RID and he's one of the few individuals who makes it less annoying. Idk, I just like him in reasonable doses.

WHERE ARE THE TFP KIDS?! WHY HAS BEE NOT CALLED THEM?? GOOD HEAVENS THERE IS A WHOLE SUBPLOT RIGHT THERE!!!

*yet another deep breath*

Apologies.

To put things simply, I would rather a group of fanfic writers put RID together than whoever the writing team was. They could have made a coherent story with deep characters that actually address the ramifications of millions of years of war and lingering functionalist mindsets. They would have done the lore and the world justice even if there were no main characters popping up.

I think RID has so much potential, but that almost all of it went right down the toilet due to either the higher ups sticking their noses where they don't belong or because the writing team couldn't go two minutes without retconning or otherwise destroying established everything.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[hard-core-super-star]

Hey!! How are you? I hope you’re doing well. Since it’s world cup rn, is it okay if I request a Hailee steinfeld x soccer! Player reader? Reader played in England their whole career and got back home to play for L.A. They’re an energetic person, but also really dorky and awkward, especially when they first met Hailee at a party. Reader gets all mushy and blushy around her and Hailee makes first move after one of the reader’s games since the soccer player was so shy to do so. I don’t have any preference for the ending, so you can choose!

Btw, I love your work!!

my thoughts will echo your name [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x soccerplayer!reader

summary: you meet your biggest crush at a party and let her slip past your fingers. thankfully, your feelings aren't as one-sided as you thought.

warnings: none; hailee being a flirt, R trying to match energies (and failing a little); light mentions of being outed; light trauma dump?; me not knowing shit about sports and pretending like i know what im talking about

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: once again, let me reiterate that i know basically nothing about sports, soccer included, but i tried my best and hopefully the descriptions don't feel forced. i do have to admit i loved writing this and you can probably tell by the length. it got away from me a bit by the middle but hopefully its not boring. anywho, thank you for the request, lovely anon. (and for the support) i hope you like it <3

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You weren’t sure how you ended up here.

A casual night out with some of your old friends somehow turned into you being roped into going to a party fit for a famous actress, not a soccer player. Then again, getting to crash Hollywood parties was one of the less well-known perks of the job.

A perk that was beginning to backfire on you.

You don’t know how Zendaya managed to get the information out of you, maybe it was the drinks or the genuine joy of getting to have a conversation that didn’t involve discussing game stats or strategies. You’re not sure how it happened but you somehow let it slip that you’ve always had the biggest crush on a certain Marvel actress who caught your eye the second you walked into this stupidly crowded party.

You thought it was a harmless comment that would stay between two friends but of course, life had other plans. And by life, you meant your 5’10 friend.

You had gone to get another drink from the very inviting bar and by the time you had gotten back to your friend, she was in the middle of a conversation with said crush. You were about to turn around and head the other way when Hailee’s brown eyes met yours once again. Except this time it’s not from across the room.

This time, she’s right in front of you…and you’re definitely about to make a fool of yourself one way or another.

Zendaya notices the way the brunette’s attention shifts toward you and she steps in, giving you no chance to walk away. (You don’t know whether to be upset or grateful about that) She waves you over with a bright smile. “y/n, there you are. Have you two met?”

You shake your head and take the few steps that were left between you and them. You tell yourself the warmth on your cheeks is due to the wine you’ve been drinking and not Hailee’s bright smile. “I haven’t had the pleasure. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Finally, huh?” She replies with a perfectly arched eyebrow. “I didn’t expect you to be a fan.”

Her words make your blush grow stronger and you’re suddenly incredibly glad for the lack of lighting. You rack your brain for something interesting to say and maybe it’s the drinks or the easy confidence the actress oozes but you end up sounding flirtier than you expected.

“We all need hobbies, right? I hope that doesn’t ruin your opinion of me, though. I’d hate to lose out on my chance for an autograph.”

“Hmm…” You feel weirdly exposed as her eyes trail up and down your figure. “I’ll think about it.”

She doesn’t give you a chance to react, much less reply, and instead walks away to strike up a conversation with someone else. You wait until she’s far enough away before turning to Zendaya with a dumbfounded expression on your face. “Did Hailee Steinfeld just check me out?”

“Yup. And I think she liked what she saw.”

“I’m gonna pass out.” You’re technically joking but you’re pretty sure your legs have turned to jelly from the brief exchange.

“I’m not carrying your drunk ass home if you do,” she replies with a laugh.

“Fake.” You playfully punch her shoulder, which earns you an eye-roll and a glare, before handing her your untouched glass of wine. “I’m gonna get some air.”

She gives you a nod in response and you walk away in search of some privacy to freak out over the fact that you seriously flirted with Hailee. And she...liked it? What were you supposed to do now besides overthink every second of that interaction?

For now, you settle with stepping out onto a somewhat secluded balcony and letting the silence fill your mind instead. You walk over and lean against the railing while your eyes take in the twinkling lights in the distance. You’re in the middle of admitting how much you missed L.A when you hear footsteps approaching. You don’t look to see who it is, assuming it’s a random influencer or something like that.

“You look like you’re having fun.”

Your heart skips several beats at the sound of that soft voice. You force yourself to keep your focus somewhere else, knowing the second you look in her eyes you’ll lose the last remaining bits of your calm demeanor. “Yeah, I love being alone while everyone’s in there partying.”

You can feel the warmth of her body as she comes over and leans against the railing with you. You fight back the urge to scoot closer to her.

“I have a song about that.”

“I know.” Your eyes widen once your words catch up to you. “Shit, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.”

“Well, you did say you were a fan.” She lets her comment hang in the air and you can basically hear the underlying question she’s waiting for you to answer.

“I, um, I watched Bumblebee right before I was sent over to play for England,” you explain. “Let’s just say it struck a chord.”

You try not to think about the overwhelming loneliness that accompanied you that first year away from home. A loneliness that only got more and more severe when you came out to one of your teammates just for her to out you the second she got a chance to. The mere memory of it makes you shiver.

You can feel her eyes on you. You even catch a small glimpse of the understanding and concern hidden within them out of the corner of your own eye. “Let me guess, you feel like an outsider too?”

“Doesn't everyone?” The question slips out before you can stop it. You don't know why your heart is so insistent on spilling out all its secrets to this warm and ethereal riddle of a woman but you can't find a way to stop it from happening. And maybe you don't want it to.

Maybe a part of you believes you'll find what you've been looking for in Hailee freaking Steinfeld of all people.

“Is that why you came out so soon? To feel less alone?”

You shake your head and force the truth out of your mouth. “No, I, uh…I was outed. My manager said it was better to release a statement myself before the news spread too far but the damage was done. I got shoved out of the closet before I even played a full season.”

“I-”

“Don’t say it. I don't want your pity.”

You fear you've come off harsher than intended when she doesn't reply immediately. You're about to turn and apologize for being a sensitive jerk when you feel her hand brush against yours. You wait with bated breath, almost not believing she’s even real.

But then her hand gently grasps yours and you swear the lights in the distance grow just the tiniest bit brighter.

“It’s not pity, by the way. I’ve been there too.”

That’s all it takes for you to throw caution to the wind and finally turn to face her. You’re almost expecting her to laugh and tell you she was kidding, that despite all the signaling and the hairpin drops, she’s nothing like you. And yet there’s nothing but absolute sincerity in her gaze.

It sort of feels like she’s taking you apart and putting you back together at the same time.

You try to keep your focus on her eyes and not the tiny gap of space between your faces but you fail miserably and sneak a glance down at her lips before you can stop yourself. You’re standing so close together that if you leaned in just a bit more you could-

“y/n! There you are!”

You jump away from Hailee at the sound of another voice, successfully dropping her hand and putting space between your bodies in one move. You’re not sure why you react that way but you do your best to ignore the way your movement wipes that gorgeous smile off of her face.

One of your teammates approaches you, rapidly telling you way too many details about the arrival of another cluster of soccer players. The last thing you want to do right now is walk away from Hailee. Especially after the reaction you just had. But unfortunately, you don’t get a choice in the matter.

Your teammate grabs your arm and starts to lead you away before you can attempt to protest. You turn back to say something, maybe to tell Hailee to come with you or wait for you or anything at all before she slips away, but by the time your eyes are searching for her, she’s already gone.

You swallow down your disappointment and force yourself to smile despite the storm of thoughts brewing inside of you.

You keep your eyes peeled even as you’re pulled from one meaningless conversation to the next, hoping against all reason that you’ll catch a glimpse of Hailee before the end of the night. You don’t get your wish and you do your best to act like it doesn’t bother you when it’s really the only thing you can think about.

You think about it even once you leave the party and go back to reality. A reality you’ve grown to love but find absolutely tiring at the moment. A certain type of tiredness that doesn’t come just from training for hours every day.

You feel borderline insane with how much time Hailee’s been spending in your mind lately but no matter what you do, you can’t shake off the feeling that you messed things up before they even started. It would be so easy to just pick up your phone, go on Instagram, and send her a simple message.

You don’t do the easy thing though and instead, fill your Instagram stories with cryptic song lyrics and game day announcements. You tell yourself you’re doing it because it’s part of the job but you know deep down you’re just doing it with the hopes of a certain brunette stumbling upon your announcements and showing up to your first game back in L.A.

You tell yourself it’s just wishful thinking up until the day of the game. You make a habit of not checking your phone a few hours before you have to be out on the field which means you miss a certain someone’s reply to your story telling you she’ll be cheering you on from the stands.

Despite your lack of knowledge about Hailee’s appearance, the excitement coursing through your veins is palpable from the second you step foot outside the locker room. The chaos that greets you on the field is one you love more than anything else in the world. The ear-ringing cheers, the smell of the grass beneath your cleats, the beautiful L.A sun shining down on you, everything about it makes you feel more at home than ever before.

It’s like your mind turns off and instead allows your body and instincts to take over for the entirety of the match. Time seems to fly by while you’re playing and it’s not until after the game is over (a game your team won by two goals) that you return to yourself. Which more than anything means you manage to catch sight of Hailee right before you head back into the locker room.

You almost think you hallucinated her due to your exhaustion until she walks in a few minutes later. You suddenly understand why your teammates decided to run off to clean up and change on the other side of the room.

That does mean you’re alone with the one person who’s been running through your mind all week…and you look like an absolute mess.

You try to channel the easy confidence you pulled out of thin air the night of the party but your mind goes totally blank and you end up making an awkward joke while wiping the sweat off your flushed face with a towel. “I didn’t know they gave backstage passes.”

She shrugs, clearly amused by your flustered response. “One of the perks of the job, I guess…and my brother knows a guy.”

“Right.” You let out a humorless laugh before burying your face in your towel. “Ugh, can we please just pretend I’m still funny and charming?”

She doesn’t respond and you fear the worst when you hear the sound of footsteps. You don’t realize she’s walking toward you and not away from you until you feel her fingers wrap around your wrists. “I don’t know, I kinda like you like this.”

You groan, feeling your face grow hotter, if that’s even possible. “That’s not helping, Hailee.”

She laughs before pulling your hands down and away from your face. “Are you always this difficult?”

“It’s the trauma,” you reply.

You finally gather enough courage to look up at her and your breath catches in your breath as your eyes meet. That same feeling from your conversation on the balcony creeps up your spine once again.

Hailee looks at you in a way you’ve never experienced before. Like she’s pulling away all the debris you’ve placed in the way of your real self. In the way of your heart. Somehow, she sees past all the bullshit and the excuses, and for some reason, it doesn’t scare you. It excites you more than any soccer game ever could.

You swear she can read minds because the corners of her mouth fully lift up into a breathtaking smile the second that last thought crosses your mind. She leans forward a little. Just enough for you to feel her breath against your lips before she speaks again. “Kiss me.”

She doesn’t need to tell you twice.

You lean forward in an instant and replace the space between you with your lips. The kiss is slow and gentle and full of feelings you can barely comprehend.

A part of you is worried you're feeling way too much way too soon but then you pull away just enough to be greeted by that same smile that stole all your thoughts away the first night. It's a smile that tells you you're not alone.

And it's like you're finally able to breathe for the first time in years.

“I'm gonna go so you change,” she says in a soft voice. “Come find me when you're ready so we can go celebrate. I'll buy you a few drinks.”

“Only if you let me buy you dinner.”

She gives one more quick kiss before stepping back. “Deal.”

You watch her go with the goofiest, most dumbstruck, grin on your face. Hailee Steinfeld will probably be the death of you and you have absolutely no problems with that.

[emomomortal]

Read this fic that literally chewed on my heart spit it out then stomped on it and left it out on the road to dry. This was a warm up to make me feel better immediately after rereading it 3 times before proceeding to start on a comic of the same fic

[myriaderotica]

There is a glaring lack of Bumblebee/ROTB NSFW with Bee in this world and I need my fix. If you're up to it, I would love something along the lines of a "first time" with human!reader (f or gn), but I'm honestly not picky. I haven't actually watched ROTB yet, so I would prefer nothing spoily 🙏🏻

Comfort in Yellow - Knightverse Bumblebee X (Female) Reader

Warnings: 18+

Word Count: 728

Inside your spacious and vacant garage, you and Bumblebee resided on a pile of fluffy bed sheets and pillows. The floor was soft, and the air around you was heated and steamy. The faint scent of your own sweat swept into your nose. From below, you admired the sight of Bumblebee’s golden spike between your slick legs. After thirty minutes of foreplay, the two of you were finally well-prepped and ready for fucking. Still, thanks to his size, the yellow mech loomed over you nervously, hesitating with a concerned glimmer in his blue optics. 

You paused a bit, wondering how to aid him in the best way. And then, smiling softly, you lifted a hand up to touch his warm, metallic cheek. Comfort could help. It seemed to work well for him, at least.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

Bumblebee whirred a little with drooping finials, using his radio. 

“I don't…wanna…hurt you!”

You frowned. It was fair, you supposed. He was rather big. Besides, not only that, he was an alien. Who knew how his anatomy would impact your own? Nevertheless, you shook your head and chose to reassure him instead. You weren’t afraid, not of him. 

“You won’t. I promise.” You retracted your palm from his faceplate. “We’ll start slow, okay?”

To display your trust in him, you spread your legs apart even further to accommodate his impressive girth. Slowly, Bumblebee nodded and buzzed, appearing more at ease from both your words and actions. With more confidence in himself, the cybertronian moved forward, the tip of his spike pressing against your wet folds.

Gradually, he pushed inside, only using his tip. 

“Mm…ah!”

Soft and squeaky moans left your lips as you welcomed him gratefully. As you reached your hands upwards to grab whatever you could of his frame, you whispered his name, encouraging him to push inside you more.

He did.

While he stretched you, your pussy gripped him warmly and invitingly. The squeeze around his cock caused him to shudder and whirr. His optics flickered and glowed as he buzzed at you.

“Good, Bee.” You tossed your head back against the pillows. “You feel so, so good.”

It was the truth. He felt wondrous to you. 

He thrusted inside you, slowly but surely increasing his speed. You heaved, shaking and trembling with every sway of his hips. Using your legs, you gripped his smaller waist as best as you could, holding him close to you as his dick pressed deeper inside of you. As your back arched, you made certain to move with his thrusts, observing as well as feeling the foreign, mechanical components to his exterior.

“Ahh!”

Your toes curled, and your eyes watered with tears. Although, you weren’t in any pain. No, quite the opposite, actually. Likewise, Bumblebee buzzed continuously, speaking his own words at you as he held onto your waist, his digits gripping onto your squish and leaving red marks. 

“Fuck!”

You released a plethora of moans and praises, sighing with delight as you embraced him completely, never wishing to let him go. Judging by his actions, Bumblebee felt the same way. Faster and faster, he pumped into you, seemingly nearing his own orgasm. 

“Bee?” You tilted your head, gasping. “Are you-”

Your question was answered immediately. The mech came, his fluids rushing inside your cunt. It was hot and sticky, filling every nook and cranny. Bumblebee didn’t hold back, not that he could. He buzzed, his optics fizzling and internal machinery whirring. 

“Bee!”

You called out his name repeatedly, grasping his warm body and holding him near you, allowing him to unload. The feeling was so rich and so passionate that you orgasmed not long after. Your limbs shook as the wave of rapture overcame you. 

“Bumblebee!”

The mech used songs from the radio to better convey his feelings.

“'Cause nothing compares…nothing compares to you!”

After a few more good thrusts, he retracted himself, causing the pink hue of his cum to spill all over you. You sighed, trying to find your own breath as Bumblebee trembled as well, venting heavily. 

“Wow. That…fucked, Bee.”

He buzzed in response.

Slowly, gradually, the two of you recuperated. You panted, your bare chest pressed against his own as you hugged him close. Pink fluids stuck to your thighs and tummy, prompting you to blush.

“Good job, babe. Now, let’s go, or else Optimus will be pissed.”

Divider Credit: @/inklore