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HoneyBee

Chapter One: Three Wheels Not Four

‘We all have roles to play within our own worlds; whether it’s fighting a war or simply telling stories’ - Bumblebee (Bee)

Tossing her school bag on the couch, (Y/n) made her way to the kitchen for an afternoon snack. The teacher indeed gave them a pop quiz but she was ready for it, she passed with a nice ninety five. She grabbed the bag of ranch Doritos from the bowl, before grabbing water from the fridge.

“(Y/n)? Is that you sweetheart?,” Nana emerged from the hallway, watching her granddaughter popping a couple of chips in her mouth. “I thought you’d be helping Sammy with cleaning his car today?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to come home and spend time with you ,” Both women walked to the living room, the news playing on the tv in the background, “besides, Sam has Miles. He doesn’t need me.”

Nana cocked a brow at her harsh tone when talking about Sam. Ever since yesterday she couldn’t help but feel jealous as he excitedly drove her home in the new vehicle. She wondered what it would’ve felt like to drive that car home herself. The insignia on the wheel reminded her so much of her grandfather and she pretty much gave it away without a fight.

“Is this about the car?” Her grandmother asked. (Y/n) grumbled in confirmation, crossing her legs on the floor before opening the edited page of her storybook she was writing.

“I had the money, it should’ve picked me.”

“Should've picked you? Are you saying the car chose Samuel?”

(Y/n) hummed with her mouth full.

Nana sighed, walking over to the couch and sitting right next to her.

“Did he know you wanted the car?” She looked at her grandmother before swallowing.

“No, because if I did he would’ve let me have it.”

“How much was it?”

“It was five grand at first, but after a high pitched noise rang out from the car all the other cars windows busted open-,” She chuckled at the memory remembering Bobby’s face, “then it was lowered back down to four grand. The car chose Sam, Nana. It didn’t matter if it had that damn insignia from Pops stories-“

“Insignia?! Which one?!”

(Y/n) looked over at the elder, the woman’s face was horrified at the mention of the symbol they’d seen so many times before. To attempt to calm her she spoke quickly.

“The good one, Nana. Not the evil one I promise-“

“Did it say anything?!”

“Say anything?!,” (Y/n) laughed a bit, Nana didn’t smile, “It’s a car! It can’t speak, let alone communicate-“

“(Y/n),” the teen stopped at the tone, looking at her grandmother as the smile faded, “this is serious-I told him we needed to tell you sooner-!”

They’re conversation cut off with bubbly ringtone from (Y/n)’s phone, Destiny Childs voices rang out as she fumbled towards the kitchen and rummaged through the bag. Looking at the caller id she grimaced before answering.

‘Speak of the devil and he shall appear’

“What is it Sam?”

“H-hey! Uh, I know you said you wanted to relax today, but there’s this party at the lake-“

“No-“

“I-I didn’t even get to finish!” Sam was frantic at her tone, usually when she spoke to him like that it meant she was upset. He noticed she seemed a bit off today, but he didn't know what could’ve pissed her off. “Listen-please-I don’t want to be alone with Miles while there, a-and I need your support.”

“Sam, you know how I feel about parties. Besides it won’t be that bad it’s not like they can kick you out, you don’t need me-“

The phone was abruptly snatched from her hand, (Y/n) stared at her grandmother in shock as she started to talk to Sam in her stead. Her mouth was agape, a finger was held up in her face as she tried to get near.

“Hello Sammy! How was your day at school today?,” Nanas tone was sweet, no malice or mischief underlying her words, “That’s great dear-I overheard about a party? Oh! By the lake, how many people will be there?”

‘Is she serious?! I said no!’

“Nana no-“ She was cut off with her hand being hit as she reached for the phone. It stung a bit, but not in comparison as the searing hot embarrassment that flooded her face.

“That’s good, I'll have (Y/n) ready in a few minutes. Make sure you bring her home no later than ten, okay? And make sure she socializes,” Nana sent a smile at her granddaughter, eyes challenging her, “Buh Bye now!,”

The two women looked at eachother, (Y/n) glared.

“I’m not going.”

~✯~

(Y/n) couldn’t believe she was sitting in the backseat. If anything she should be sitting shotgun instead of Miles, but when she came out from Sam honking the horn , the bastard pointed to the back while her friend sent an apologetic smile.

‘I didn’t even want to come, but that old woman threatened to take away my laptop!’

The car ride was smooth with a few bumps here and there as they headed towards the lake. To be honest, she loved coming to this lake for the food trucks, and when it had nice weather it was a good time to write underneath a tree. Not to mention people seemed more friendly when she went there, that thought was erased quickly when she reminded herself that there was a party.

“Are you sure we’re invited to this party ?” Miles spoke over the radio.

(Y/n) had requested the channel, and out of spite he tried to turn it to a different one. Key word tried, the radio glitched out and put on the channel she requested to her utmost pleasure. She rubbed the car seat out of thanks, and it almost felt like her gratitude was recognized.

“It’s a lake, it’s public property”

“Trent and his lackeys are going to be there,” She interjected.

They pulled through the park's entrance. It was busy; people were throwing frisbees, others enjoying some food, and some just enjoyed the music dancing. She looked around, spotting the food trucks on the other side of the lake.

“They’ll force us to leave if he spots us.”

“He’ll force us to leave, not you.” Sam countered.

(Y/n) frowned, “What?”

Sam parked the car with a rolling stop before looking back at her, “Don't do that. Look, everyone saw how he was looking at you in class yesterday. If anyone has a chance of staying, it’s you.”

Miles nodded his head in agreement, “Which is weird because I didn’t know he liked black-“A smack to the head from Sam cut him off. Her friend sent him a warning glare to say it again.

(Y/n) ignored Miles and stared at Sam shocked, “So this is why you invited me?! Because I’m bait for you guys to stay!,” She placed her hand on the car door and pulled, unfortunately Sam locked it. “Let me out Sam-“

“I’m sorry-this was my one chance! H-here how much do you want?,” Sam dove for his wallet, pulling out a nice twenty, “I know how much you like food trucks-j-just please don’t leave.”

“I think we can get chicks without her,” Miles said.

“Oh please, knowing the both of you, they’d run away after a few words of interaction with you,” (Y/n) cocked a brow at Miles, “Especially you-“

“Guys! Look, let’s get out and have fun alright?”

“Fine,” Both of the teens murmured.

All three of them got out, (Y/n) placing a soft pat on the roof as she parted with the vehicle. She looked around at the large amount of trucks around the lake, they were cool but she preferred lower cars to chill out in. Miles started to make his way towards a tree much to Sam's dismay. She pocketed the twenty and looked around seeing four food trucks in the distance to choose from.

Upon spotting the three, and Miles' dumbass actions, Trent and his posse started making their way towards the vehicle.

“Hey bro! You got a car? It’s nice!,” Trent spoke casually, Mikaela had herself wrapped around his torso, looking in (Y/n)’s direction. She brushed it off, seeing it as an alpha female ordeal.

“Hey!”

“So what are you guys doing here?,”

“Here to climb this tree.”

(Y/n) cringed, even she could’ve come up with a better excuse than that.

“So I see,” he turned to (Y/n), “I never took you as a tree hugger?”

“I’m not, I came for the food,” She gestured over to the food trucks, “they’re really good”

Trent nodded, “So I’ve heard. You know-I thought I recognized you-,” he turned back to Sam, “You tried out for the football team last year, right?”

(Y/n) tried not to smirk at the memory, she remembered how Sam didn’t get back up after he was tackled. In his mothers steed she helped him back home along with Nana, in efforts to cheer him up they took him out to eat. She remembered how upset he was as both of them laid down on her grandmother's couch, his head on her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair. She let him vent to his heart's content, it hurt seeing him so distraught but after giving him the advice of him not needing to be on the team to find ‘the one’ he was in high spirits once more.

“Oh no no-oh that no! That wasn’t like a real tryout. I was researching a book I was writing.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What's it about? Sucking at sports?”

Sam laughed, “No it’s about the link between brain damage and football.” (Y/n)’s jaw dropped with a smile.

“No no it’s a good book! Your friends will love it-it’s got mazes in it and you know little coloring areas-sections-pop up pictures- a lot of fun!”

‘He murdered him! I’ve never been so proud!’

“That’s funny,” Trent started towards him.

“Okay, okay! Stop,” Mikaela got in between the two of them. She looked back at (Y/n) with a smile. “I love your top (Y/n)! I’m used to you wearing graphic tees!”

She understood the girl's shock, after all the outfit she was wearing was due to her Nana. Her shorts were black short jeans with rhinestones along the pocket, with a nice crop baby phat white tank. Sam even looked at her longer when she walked towards the car when he first picked her up, why she didn’t understand.

“Well-uh, I wanted to try something new,” (Y/n)'s smile was awkward as she quickly became flustered under Mikaela's stare. “It was sitting in my closet for a long time-“

“You should wear them more often! It really suits your figure, along with the style you chose for your hair,” Trent stared at the two girls with a smirk before turning his head back to his lackeys. “Are you planning on staying?”

“Actually,” Trent cut in on their conversation, well if you could even call it that, based on how much Mikaela spoke compared to her, “There’s another party I know that we could go to. (Y/n) is more than welcome to tag along.”

Sam looked towards his friend in shock, he knew she wouldn’t be in trouble but he hadn’t expected her to be invited to hang out with them. She looked back towards him and shrugged in confusion.

‘I dunno don’t look at me!’

“Nah, I’m good. I’d rather stay with the food trucks-“

“You serious? And stay with those two?”

“‘Those two’ are my friends,” (Y/n) glanced at the two of them at her right, “Sam especially, I’m not leaving without him.”

Trent scoffed, “Suit yourself,” he turned and headed towards his truck with Mikaela in tow. The girl looked back at her, a sad frown on her face as if she was apologizing.

“Well, that was a dumpster fire” She turned to Sam. “I’m going to those food trucks, I shouldn't be long.”

Before Sam could respond she was already on her way, the delicious aroma of options wafted in the air before she even made it to her destination. Once the trucks were in view, she almost wanted to spend her whole allowance from this week on one specific one, ‘Honey’s Waffles’. The waffle truck had many options, the most popular was the waffle and chicken bites coated in honey and the sundae with the customers choice of toppings.

Two people were currently in line whereas the crowd were either enjoying the food or waiting for their order. It wasn’t long before it was her turn, the order was quite simple; She’d have the sundae right now then the waffle bites back at home for dinner. The price wasn’t bad, in fact she had five fifty left, once she headed back to a nearby treat to wait.

It felt like an hour before they called her number, her steps here happy and quick. She grabbed the paper bag and plate in thanks, she quickly turned only to smack face first in someone’s chest. Panicking, she looked down to see her sundae smashed into the boy's stomach, she quickly sat the paper bag down and grabbed napkins from the truck's table.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!,” (Y/n) rubbed the stranger's chest in embarrassment trying to get the ice cream off. “I’m sorry about your shirt! I think it’s pretty much done for since it’s white-b-but if you want I could get you another-,”

Soft hands stopped hers abruptly, she finally looked up to the strangers face and boy did she wanna melt. His eyes were a sharp blue, with dirty blonde framing his face nicely. His skin was barely tanned, a pinkish hue on his cheeks. He was smiling playfully, not a hint of agitation in sight.

“Hey, let’s calm down now, it’s an accident-no harm done,” He guided her hands away inspecting the damped shirt, most of the toppings were smeared on it but other than that the ice cream was gone, “I’ll just replace it. It was pretty old anyway.”

(Y/n) felt horrible, she’d always find a way to be clumsy at the worst possible time.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” She wanted to make amends with the boy, she felt a pull each time he looked up at her after looking at the shirt.

The boy hummed, before looking at the truck. “I heard a lot of people talking about this ‘sundae’ from here, although this wasn’t my idea of trying it,” he laughed a bit before stopping seeing the girl's anxious state.

He gave her a kind smile, “How about we share one?”

(Y/n) blinked, “Share?”

“Yeah! We can order another and enjoy it and make up for the one lost.”

She pressed her lips together before nodding, it wouldn’t hurt to share the treat with someone. Afterall she did ruin his clothing by accident. It wasn’t long for the food truck to whip up another sundae handing it off to the two of them. The boy gestured over to the grass area underneath the trees to eat.

They both sat comfortably in silence as they shared the sweet treat, each time their hands brushed a shot of electricity through the girl. It left so nice, and euphoric that she was almost scared. The only boy she’d been this close too with sharing something was Sam, and everything they did was platonic. She’ll admit, in the past she tried to make moves on Sam, but the boy was so dense about her crush that each time he mentioned another girl a part of her died.

“Do you come here often?”

(Y/n) snapped out of the memory at the abrupt question, “Oh-uh- I used to with my grandfather. We’d sit over there in the clearing and write stories or focus on my homework.” She gestured over to the clean grass area with picnic blankets and lawn chairs.

The boy hummed, “I can see why it would be a good spot,” He took another bite of the waffle, the caramel topping glazing his pink lips. “It has enough shade so no one will get overheated.”

“You said you write stories? What kind?”

The girl finished her bite of the treat before answering, “Depends on my mood, I have three in horror, seven in medieval, nine in romance-,”

“Nine in romance-?,”

“A girl has her needs-,” She was quick to defend before continuing “eighteen in sci-fi-most of them got scrapped-and at least a hundred in robotics that have been passed down in my family.”

A smile made way on (Y/n)s lips as she remembered the large thick red book at home that she has yet to fill, “Soon I’ll add fifty or more to my family's tradition.”

The boy cocked his head in interest, “Your family has a tradition to share stories of robots?” She looked at him and couldn’t help the frown on her face as she assumed the worst.

“Now don’t start thinking I’m weird-“

“No-no! Never! I was just asking because it sounded really cool, do you have any with you at the moment to share?”

(Y/n) sighed and shook her head, “No, they're all at my Nana's house. I don't take those books with me unless I know they'll be protected. They are old after all,” She turned her head towards him, “Why?”

He licked his lip, blue eyes darting over her face in growing anxiety, “Y-your voice is really nice,” He stiffened before shaking his head, “I-I meant to say, I think you'd be good at reading to others,”

The girl huffed a soft pout in remembrance of her grandfather's words. (Y/n) was used to compliments on her voice while reading, however not many people made her feel the way she felt at the moment with the compliment. She noticed how she placed others in a trance while reading, the emotions flowed naturally as the scene unfolded before them in a variety of colors. She wondered sometimes if others could see it too, the characters moving behind them, the tears of victory and frustration unraveling with each line that left from her lips.

“I've heard that many times,” She smiled softly, looking at the leftover sweet treat, the icecream on the wrapper dripped onto the grass. “I'd much rather be living the life of a character, to help fight, or to simply show that simple act of bravery.”

A comfortable moment of silence passed between the two. Two minutes passed before the handsome boy spoke again.

“But you already are,”(Y/n) shifted her focus back to him in shock, the words rolled off his tongue confidently as he stared at her. “We focus so much on what we could’ve been and what we could be instead of what we already are. We all have roles to play within our own worlds whether it’s fighting a war or simply telling stories.”

The two of them stared at each other for a moment as the words settled in the air, (Y/n) seemed to get lost in the blue eyes as well as the boy's expression of such security. She felt safe and warm. Oddly enough, she never wanted to leave from the spot she sat with him. He was so sweet and quiet yet she didn't even know his name.

(Y/n) was quick to gain confidence by asking, she wanted to see him again. Once again, her chance to get what she wanted was blown away as a horn went off near where the two sat. The boy seemed to flinch with the aggression behind the horn, she mentally apologized.

She looked behind her and found Sam staring right at her with a surprise sitting in the passenger seat. Mikaela stared at her with an awkward smile she could muster, and in courtesy she did to, in order not to be rude. Although behind the face of kindness she was practically steaming in anger, she really couldn’t catch a break with Sam lately.

“(Y/N)! We have to go!,” Same eyed the stranger as he addressed her, something flashed behind his eyes that she couldn’t quite catch. Whether it was hurt or something else she didn't know, but she didn't care at the moment, she wanted to get the boy's name and number.

“I-Im sorry,” She whipped her head towards the boys disappointed expression, “ I see your friend needs you-”

“No-NO! He can wait, that's how he is sometimes, quite impatient,” The both of them stood up, throwing the wrappers of the waffle sundae away and the boy handing over the paper bag to her, “Um-I realized I never got your name.”

Blue eyes meet hers with an awkward smile , “The names bum-BEE! My name is Bee,” He was quick to correct himself.

(Y/n) laughed at his awkwardness, before giving a kind smile, “It's nice to meet you Bee. As you heard from my friend-unfortunately-my name is (Y/n).”

His posture relaxed, “That's a beautiful name-”

The horn blared again, this time drawing more attention over to the two and the black and yellow car. Bee looked irritated for a moment, casting a side glance towards Sam who spoke to the girl in the passenger's seat shaking his head.

‘I'm going to kill him’

“I hope to see you around sometime! There's a library that my family owns five blocks from here! I work Monday, Wednesday and Friday!,” (Y/n) informed, walking back towards the car.

The boy nodded, his eyes and smile never leaving as he looked at her, “Got it! Monday, Wednesday and friday. Five blocks.” He recited.

The girl nodded and with that she waved goodbye getting into the back seat of the vehicle. Unbeknownst to her the boy's smile dropped sadly, kicking a rock around at the ruined moment the two had. His mission was to protect her-to protect her and Sam-not look at her in that light. With a sigh, he went behind the tree the two of them were before and let his form fade out with a deep breath.

Once the girl was in the car, both friends glared at each other as if each one of them had committed a sin. Mikaela saw the situation and wondered how long the two of them would keep communicating with those expressions. She had never seen (Y/n) look so upset as she did now, the girl had her arms crossed defensively, eyes daring for Sam to choose his words wisely.

Sam gave up and faced towards the road, with a sigh he drove out of the park. The tension eventually eased a bit after the girl in the back physically relaxed showing she wasn’t as heated as before, causing the boy to do the same. The driver took this as a chance to speak to Mikaela who-stubbly-was gazing at the girl in the backseat through the side mirror.

“So-uh-,”

“I can’t believe that I'm here right now.” The brunette spoke.

Sam and (Y/n) both looked at eachother, one feeling quite awkward while the other was irritated.

“Y-you can duck down if you want,” Sam spoke nervously, “It won't hurt our feelings,”

“Oh! No! I didn't mean about you-either of you. I just meant like-this situation-the same situation that I'm always in. Cuz-I dunno-I have a weakness perhaps for guys-with tight abs, a-and really big arms.”

The girl in the back cocked a brow at the specific detail of what the female liked. It was no secret Mikaela was known for dating jocks, but (Y/n) preferred the ones slightly fit and smart. Sam looked down at his arms for a minute and she tried her best not to warn the girl in the front to save herself from the awkward situation that was about to transpire.

“Big arms?,” He looked around the car for a moment, “Well-uh-I put a couple new additions to the car. L-like I just put in that light there-and that disco ball-so the light reflects off the disco ball.” Sam flexed his arm pointing to the front and back seat.

“Huh,”

(Y/n) let out a snicker at his helplessness trying to impress Mikaela. Sam glared at her in the rearview shutting her up. The car was quiet once more until the brunette spoke.

“A-are you new to school this year? Is this your first year?,”

“O-oh no, no. We've been in the same school since first grade,”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, a long time. Me and (Y/n) practically were inseparable then,” Sam’s voice softened towards the end as he said her name, Mikaela didn't notice.

“Do we have any classes together?”

“Yeah, Yeah-”

“History, Language Arts, Math, Science-,”

“Sam-Sam Wilkiky.” Mikaeal tried.

“It's Witwicky,” (Y/n) corrected from the back. The girl in the front seemed to get flustered from her correction of her friends name. She wasn’t trying to intervene but she was frankly tired of her showing she never knew he existed.

“Y-you know-Im so sorry-I just didn't recognize you,” Mikaela expressed

“W-well-that's understandable-,”

The car suddenly started to sputter, drawing (Y/n) to lean to the front-ignoring the gaze placed on her from the passenger's seat. All of a sudden the radio switched around, turning on a song she was all too familiar with. Cringing, she watched as Sam pulled up to a cliffside as the love song sounded through the speakers.

‘When i get that feelin-’’

“This radio is like-”

“The radio has been messing up since he got it,” (Y/n) cut Sam off saving him the embarrassment, she turned to Mikaela putting up her hair as the car rolled to a stop. Sam was trying to push her gently in the backseat as he tried to explain further it wasn’t him doing it. She sighed noticing the girls apprehensive expression, “I know that you think Sam is trying something on you but trust me this fool is incapable of pulling it off,”

“No of course not-I trust your judgment,” She seemed to be staring at her intently, eyes scanning about her face as if reading it. The two women stare at each other for a moment as Sam babbles behind (Y/n) alluding to how the scenario isn't romantic and that's not what friends do.

Mikaela broke eye contact and sighed, “Just pop the hood,” she got out while Sam did the same. He sent (Y/n) a pleading look before closing the driver's door.

The girl sighed in frustration and crawled over the arms rest to sit in the driver's seat. It bothered (Y/n) to no end that Mikaela just had to tag along with no explanation, and not only that they got all this time together but when she met that boy she only had a few minutes with him. She snuggled into the driver's seat and stroked the insignia, a frown placed on her lips as she overheard Sam question Mikaela a bit.

“It's not fair,” The words slipped from her lips in a petty tone, it was unnatural-she didn't understand why she was feeling so deep about the situation. “You should’ve been my car-I should’ve been able to talk to him, everything I want gets taken away from me.”

The bitterness simmered and soon turned grim as she looked through the front windshield watching Sam practically drool over the brunette's slim stomach. She looked down and examined herself, feeling around in her tight curly locs in comparison to Mikaela's hair that Sam's hesitant hands could easily glide through when drawing her closer. Her stomach twisted as she imagined her friend kissing the girl currently working on the car, everything was so bittersweet and cruel.

‘What makes me so undesirable compared to her?’

She looked away from the unfolding sight, with a sigh she decided to get back in the backseat. She messed with the paper bag a bit, placing her hand on the bottom. The food was surprisingly still warm. Leaning back in the backseat she allowed herself to relax, closing her eyes from the long day of events.

(Y/n) felt her body drift within the dark abyss of her mind , the seat was gone in place was her room-bears littered the floor, bed a mess with blankets scattered. She was staring out the window, her arms were chilly and bare in comparison to the lace underwear that covered her bottom. It was an odd feeling, her back increased in warmth, a soft breath near her ear as an utterance of a few words flipped her stomach and mood.

‘Well see eachother again soon sweet spark.’

She could feel it, soft broad scared hands brushed over her arms-hesitant-in comfort of showing she wasn’t alone. She wanted to be enveloped in that sweet must of honey that wafted over her senses. The afro haired girl could still picture the stranger behind her based on ara, the brush of the lips were enough to send her into orbit.

‘Your out of your mind if you think your undesirable’

Gazing into the window's reflection she could barely make him out, but one thing stood out the most was the sharp blue eyes staring back at her. The lips traveled down to her neck, a soft kiss being placed bringing her back to reality.

(Y/n ) whirled around in her seat finding no one in sight, her heart hammered in her chest as a cruel warmth developed down below. The sinful thoughts rushed through her mind as her imagination ran wild from the scene that happened a second ago.

“What was-”

‘What the hell was that?’

The ‘dream’ or whatever it was was cut short after she felt the lips connect with her neck. It felt too real, the hands were still tingling on her skin.

(Y/n) snapped out of her trance as Sam got back in the car trying to start it up once more. Gaining her bearings she turned back into their conversation.

“Y-you know, I was thinking. If Trent's such a jerk why do you hang out with him?” He started up a few times in vain, enough time for Mikaela to shake her head and start to walk away.

“You know what, I think I'll just walk. I hope you guys fix the car.” She grabbed her bag out of the backseat sending (Y/n) an apologetic smile before leaving.

“And there she goes.”

“Bye-walkings healthy right?,” Her friend got in the driver's seat, his movements were frantic as he panicked, “No no no no no-come on please! Please, you gotta work for me now.”

(Y/n)’s heart twisted, with a soft plea she uttered “please, help him”

The car started up, ‘Baby come back’ by Player blasted through the speakers causing (Y/n) to let out a burst of laughter as Sam slammed the hood down. He quickly got back in and made a u-turn to drive back up to Mikaela.

“Hey!Hey-wait a second,”

The girl laughed, staring at Sam with a playful look. The infatuation was there, Sam might have not been able to see it yet but it was there. She was into him. (Y/n) couldn’t believe he did it, the moment she got back into the car all smiles and buckled into the seat she knew it was over.

Sam Witwicky will never fall in love with her.

And at that moment when the two in front smiled at each other as if it was fate, she soon learned it was never meant to be anyway. A small smile graced her lips. It was a bit sad, however she remembered the illusion from earlier when the hands resembled the boys from the park. She didn't know if it was her intuition going off like crazy but what she did know was, she'd see that boy again soon.

The drive to Mikaela's home wasn’t awkward, in fact it was quite comfortable, the girls talked here and there about college as Sam drove, the night was pretty in comparison to the city lights shown as they drove on the dark streets.

“I have a question (Y/n)?” Mikaela started, her smile was warm in her direction.

“Shoot,”

“About that boy from earlier, did you get his number? I've never seen you pay anyone any mind but-the interaction between the two of you seemed different,”

“Different? Different how?” (Y/n) questioned

“I dunno-like you two were meant to meet-just under different circumstances,” The brunette noticed the girl crossing her legs in thought, she seemed to be flustered remembering the interaction. “I bet you two would’ve talked longer if Mr. Impatient did not intervene-”

“He was a stranger-”

“Strangers make up for the best love stories,” Mikaela smiled.

Sam shook his head, he clearly disagreed with entertaining the idea that the stranger was meant for (Y/n). He frankly didn't see the girl with anyone anytime soon and he didn't know if he was ready to do so. Sure it might have seemed selfish to want her for himself but he couldn't help but imagine the scenario over and over of her bringing a guy up to him in introduction. Call it older brother instinct or something a bit more personal.

The car was silent as they rolled to a stop in front of Mikaela's house.

Sam cleared his throat, “There it is,”

The brunette smiled, “I had fun-um-so also thanks for listening. Both of you are pretty cool,”

“Uh well-yeah, yeah,”

“He means, your welcome. Anytime,” (Y/n) spoke kindly.

A moment of silence was interrupted by Mikaela's worries, “You-You guys think I'm shallow? Huh?,”

“Huh? No no-,”

“At first, yeah-,”

“(Y/n)-!”

“But you proved me wrong. Sam never thought of you that way though. He always spoke highly of you.”

Mikaela turned to Sam, “Yeah?”

“Yeah-I think-um-there's more than meets the eye with you.”

The girl smiled, clearly pleased with Sams-awkward-yet sweet declaration of his viewpoint, “I’ll-uh-see you guys in school. Last few days will be busy but-I hope to hang out some more.”

“Alright.”

With that the girl left, the two friends watched as she made it in safely before (Y/n) hopped in the passenger seat. She looked at Sam's happy expression with a cocked eyebrow, he looked as if he won a lottery.

“Oh god, I love my car.”

‘For all the wrong reasons’

#bumblebee x reader #bumblebee x black reader #transformers x reader #transformers #honeybee #sam witwicky #mikaela banes #optimus prime #ratchet #ironhide #transformers bayverse #Spotify

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quillsparkle · 1 year

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Samikaela (That's what I'm calling them.) is the OTP for Sam and Mikaela. Always preferred this ship over Carly/Sam

Transformers (2007)

Shia LaBeouf as Sam Witwicky

Megan Fox as Mikaela Banes

#film scenes #transformers 2007 #mikaela banes #sam witwicky #samikaela #Mikaela Banes x Sam Witwicky #i ship it #otp #character appreciation #rarepair #kinda

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 1 year

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Transformers Theory: The Terrans Are Children, So Whats The Autobots & Decepticons Excuse...? (Steven Universe Reference Meme)

[Note: Please Don’t Reblog This Without My Permission]

when you think about, the Terrans: Twitch, Thrash, Nightshade, Hashtag and Jawbreaker are just kids, and they have sibling bonds to Robby and Mo Malto, and even a type of parent and child bond to Dot and Alex Malto.

so with how the Older Autobots and Decepticons are, and the whole Autobots not understanding they are just much to blame as the Decepticons, cause Himbo Prime just had to do something stupid when it came to the Allspark, well him and also the live action movie version of himself that had Sam Witwicky and Mikaela Banes characters in that first and second movies, and instead of just making Sam be with Carly, they could of got some other gal to play Mikaela.

but anyway, a lesson is learned....never trust a Himbo Prime with the Allspark.

he will either try to put it in his chest where his spark is, just so he could destroy it (and that is being disrespectful to the Allspark Mother.) or he will end up possibly blowing it up when it’s send through some type of space bridge back to Cybertron.

TFA-Optimus gets a pass, because he had no clue and he is a precious cinnamon roll....Bumblebee from the Bumblebee Movie, is still a Bumble-Muffin.

anyway if in the Earthspark, like in a Fanon timeline...

if Optimus gets so mad and frustrated with the Terrans while in the middle of fighting both the Decepticons and GHOST....

he could say to them “your acting like children!”

and one of them, possibly Twitch saying it first and then Thrash finishing it...

Optimus: “Your Acting Like Children!”

Twitch: “we are children.”

Thrash: “what’s your excuse...?”

and if Frenzy was standing behind Optimus, she could reply with “Oooh, Optimus just got owned by the Terrans!”

well if it does end up being used as reference and meme, then if someone had to tell Optimus, the Autobots and the rest of the Decepticons off (but not Megatron or Bumblebee or Tarantulas.)

by telling those Eon-Boomers that the Terrans are children, and wanting to know what are the Autobots and Decepticons excuse, then well it is something that should happen, even if it only happens in the Fanon.

one of the best things that Steven said to White Diamond, when she said that he was acting like a child and he replies with that he is a child, and what was her excuse. XD

it be like if in a Hazbin Hotel x Helluva Boss AU, where Charlie is still a child, but makes friends with Moxxie, Blitzo and Stolas (and it being way before Vaggie dies and comes into her life when Charlie is all grown up, as well as before Moxxie meets Millie...)

and if Charlie’s Dad, Lucifer Morningstar himself, ever talked to Charlie in the same manner as White Diamond did to Steven...and it being in front of Charlie’s friends like Moxxie, Blitzo and Stolas, as well as Lilith, Ozzie, Mammon, Beelzebub and the Others who rule the other rings....

if Charlie’s Dad ends up saying something like this...

Lucifer: “Your Acting Like A Child!”

then Charlie would have a right to reply with...

Charlie: “I am a child, what’s your excuse...?”

and in a AU where she is still a child, but makes friends with Moxxie, Blitzo and Stolas (and possibly Little Fizz Cinnamon Roll.) who are also still children, it would make sense for her to call him out on that....

so if Terrans have to say the hard truth to Autobots like Optimus or even Decepticons like Starscream, then it will be a hard truth those Eon-Boomers need to hear, even if they might not like it.

and they might only do so, if Optimus says that the Terrans are acting like children, to which they will reply that they are children and then ask what his excuse was. XD

so yeah in a Transformers x Steven Universe theory, this could end up becoming a reference meme, where it is fanon but can be used to show that the Eon-Boomer Autobots and Decepticons are acting like children, and it isn’t just the Decepticons that are to blame for what happen on Cybertron.

Optimus might be the Autobot Leader, but even he needs to be told that he is acting like a child, even if it takes a Cybertronian child to tell him that is what he, the Autobots and some Decepticons are acting like.

and only some percent of Cybertronians that became Autobots, are spoiled rich slag heads....at least not everyone who is rich is like that at least...just the toxic-rich types, like some of the Cybertronians who only became Autobots, so they could keep the toxic corrupted caste system the same, where they are still on top, and the lower class cybertronians are still at the bottom.

Megatron should get two slice of energon bread and put each slice of that bread on each side of Optimus’s face and ask him what he is.

Megatron: “what are you...?!!”*while holding two slice of energon bread on each side of Optimus’s face*

Optimus: “......a Himbo Prime...?”

Megatron: “correct!”

it be funny if that actually happen in canon, but it would be the best thing to happen of all time....it would also mean that the nickname I started to call EarthSpark-Optimus, would become canon as well. XD

#transformers theory #steven universe theory #reference #terrans earthspark #autobots #decepticons #earthspark optimus #megatron earthspark #mo malto #robby malto #twitch malto #thrash malto #nightshade malto #hashtag malto #jawbreaker malto #june 2023 #do not reblog without permission

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ao3feed-friendsofspiderman · 1 year

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓

by popqxeen

WHERE THE avengers and the three different Peter Parker's watch how much of hero their girlfriends could be even when is something they did not want to do to begin with. A true tale of how you don't need any powers or any experience in the field to become a hero. Well a reluctant one.

❨ marvel cinematic universe x transformers ❩

❨ michelle jones x peter parker oc!mj x andrew!peter parker oc!mj x tobey!peter parker ❩

Words: 1196, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Transformers - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, Betty Brant, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Sam Witwicky, Mikaela Banes, Bumblebee (Transformers)

Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Original Female Character(s), Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones & Original Female Character(s), Michelle Jones & Mary Jane Watson

Additional Tags: Protective Peter Parker, Jealous Peter Parker, Michelle Jones is a Little Shit, MJ is mj, watching the movies, MJ's time for hero arc

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46959817

#Peter Parker #Michelle Jones #Ned Leeds #FOS #fanfic

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genogenocrazycatman · 2 years

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Transformers Fics

Master List

Transformers Prime

Learn to Like It [Transformers Prime] [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net]

Progress: 1/1

Characters: Original Female Character, Jack Darby

“It’s Just Metal.”

Learn to Like It - Jack Darby x OC

Bayverse

StarStream [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net]

Progress: 18/18

Characters: Original Female Autobots, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Optimus Prime, Elita One, Black Arachnia

There was only one way to save her twin, her other half but how do you live for two, when you’re only one?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

F.E.A.R. [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net]

Progress: 4/4

Characters: Original Female Character, Bumblebee, Ironhide, Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Sam Witwicky, Mikaela Banes, William Lennox, Robert Epps

“I will face everything and rise

Never gonna quit until I die

Angels keep falling from the sky

I’ll take their broken wings and learn to fly”

-Papa Roach

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chaos (Sequel to F.E.A.R.) [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net]

Progress: ¼

Characters: Original Female Character, Bumblebee, Ironhide, Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Sam Witwicky, Mikaela Banes, William Lennox, Robert Epps, Leo Spitz

“I will always fight for one more breath

Even in a cardiac arrest

Through all of the chaos, I’ll find a way out

I know home is where you make it”

-I Prevail

Chapter 1

Master List

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caffeine-n-words · 2 years

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Building the Ace!Mikaela Universe pt 1

(Picture made with DollDivine)

This ramble is brought to you by Caffeine, Rebecca On A Transformers Kick, Rebecca’s Constant Pokémon Kick, A Fanfic Idea Of A Fanfic Idea I Had Five-Ish Years Ago, and Transformers’ Lack Of Continuity Even Within Continuity Families.

Let’s start with the fanfic idea of a fanfic idea, shall we?

So, about five-ish or so years ago, I had an idea for a Transformers (Bay movie continuity) x Pokémon crossover that I originally titled The Legend of Samuel Prime series. It was going to be a multi-fic rewrite of the entire universe (which at the time was around when The Last Knight came out, but I hadn’t yet seen that or Age of Extinction, so it would only have covered up to Dark of the Moon). It was going to be epic and include Sam being an awesome trainer, an OC ace trainer mentor, and one fic was going to be a time-travel fix-it that would be technically AU to the rest of the series because it would have pretty much erased those actions from that timeline. It was one of the first fics I started writing on Scrivener.

Then Scrivener crashed and I lost the project.

It was demoralizing. Apparently I had accidentally turned off backups for that file, so when the main file got corrupted, I didn’t have a backup to start from. It was one of two times I had lost about 20k-ish words of notes and actual fic. Though I really do wish to remake that file and start again, I haven’t quite gotten my mind into the required state for it, for a couple reasons: first, in order to recover from that loss, I moved onto a different crossover project (The Samaya Court) and second, because I decided to give Boku no Hero Academia a shot during the summer of 2020 and became hyper-focused on that instead. I’ve only just recently started looking into Transformers fics again.

About six months ago, I started idly thinking about another Transformers x Pokémon fic, but I wasn’t (and still am not) ready yet to get back to TLSP. I wanted to write something both interesting and unique. I decided to focus on a character that seemed (at the time) to either get side-lined or just outright hated, and one that I personally didn’t like to see assassinated in Revenge of the Fallen: Mikaela Banes.

(And yes, her character was assassinated, but that’s a post for another time. Long story short, she was reduced to “jealous girlfriend” status and then just disappeared in the next movie without any explanation, and I don’t like that.)

Mikaela actually had the potential to be an amazing character. I’ve found a lot more fics about her, and a lot of them feature her working with the Autobots, or at least apprenticed to Ratchet for medic training. But I wanted a fic that was all about her, not just seeing her in the background or as Sam’s girlfriend. Why did she need Sam at all? She’s a lot more interesting than he is, at least to me.

(No, I don’t hate or dislike Sam. Normally I’m more attached to the male characters, but he was just…too relatable, I guess? So incredibly painfully awkward. My favorite characters tend to have a few more differences from myself.)

My first concept of this idea was Mikaela as the main character of the movies. No big changes, just no Sam—she felt bad for him and bought Archibald Witwicky’s glasses to support Sam’s car fund. This cut Sam out entirely as Bumblebee switched to her guardian and she became involved with the Autobots.

(Note that I might still write this version at some point.)

But that wasn’t unique enough for me. I like heavy AUs. I like seeing canon changed, and the resulting fallout. So I asked myself what the biggest change could possibly be, and the answer was obvious:

Mikaela could be a Decepticon.

But why? The Decepticons want to kill humanity, don’t they? Actually, why do they want that? With these questions in mind, I jumped into my favorite part of the plotting process: Research bingeing.

At this time, I’d also been rewatching a few episodes of the Unicron Trilogy and found Transformers: Prime. I knew their plots didn’t have anything to do with each other or the movies, but I had thought the background and history of the universe would be consistent. So I jumped into the Transformers Wiki, and immediately found out how wrong I was.

Apparently Transformers is far more expansive than I first thought, because there are no less than eight continuity “families,” some of which have dozens of continuities within them (Looking at you, Generation 1). And every continuity family has its own backstory to the war, its own history of events. Some of them echo each other, but most of them are pretty drastically different.

At first I started with the movie continuity’s background, but it wasn’t exactly appealing to me—Megatron was a power-grabbing dick brainwashed into becoming even more power-hungry and ruthless. Yawn.

Then I poked around some more, read through the major continuity families, and found Aligned.

I want to keep this under 1k words, so I’ll pause here and pick up next week!

Next time:

When the writers are scared to make a villain too sympathetic, it shows.

Blending the Aligned and Movie continuities.

How and why Mikaela became a Decepticon.

#fanfiction #meta post #writing rambles #Tuesday Fanfic Ramble #Transformers Movie Continuity #transformers movie #Transformers Aligned Continuity #transformers aligned #pokemon #mikaela banes #plotting #decepticons #Ace!Mikaela AU

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thelooneytoon · 3 years

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Transformers: The Story of Samantha Witwicky Ch. 2

*Unedited*

Chapter One!

Masterlist

Ultimate Masterlist!

Her room is honestly a disaster, but it's always like that so she’s not too worried about it. Mojo, her family’s chihuahua, is on the desk she has beneath one of her windows, curled up on the bed she placed there for him when they first got him. She rolls her eyes at the sight of the diamond necklace dangling around his neck and glinting in the sunlight, he looks ridiculous. She bends over to log onto her Ebay, talking to her dog as if he can understand what she’s saying.

“Alright, Mojo. I’ve got the car, now I need to get a friend other than Miles.” In reality, what she really wants is to get the girl, but there is no chance in hell of her landing Mikaela Banes. The raven haired girl is with Trent and, as far as Sam knows anyways, she has no interest in girls. She sighs raggedly, “Some money wouldn’t hurt either.” She pulls up the glasses on her Ebay page only to frown at the sight of a big fat zero. “Zero bids. Great, I’m broke.” She exits the browser before standing up straight and letting out a disappointed huff of breath. “Come on, Mojo.” She snatches up the orange pill bottle sat on her desk and turns to her dog. “You want your pain pills?” She twists the lid off and pulls out a small white pill with a single pointer finger decorated with blue nail polish. “Alright, I know you get wasted on these things, but if you piss in my bed again you’re sleeping outside. Okay?” She gives him the pill, Mojo lapping it up eagerly and seeming to smile as he does so. “That’s it for today.” Sam screws the lid back onto the bottle and sets it off to the side before pointing a firm finger in Mojo’s face. “No more. Crack head.”

She grabs her car keys off the desk before leaving the room, thumping down the stairs and out the door. Her parents are working on the yard, seemingly putting in pavers to form a path from the front door, and Sam smiles when she notices her mom is wobbling on one and complaining about them not hiring a professional. She strides eagerly to her car, twirling her keys around her finger as she goes only to stop short when her dad calls out for her.

“Ah, Sam.” He tsks disapprovingly, shaking his head as she turns to look at him questioningly.

“What?”

“I do not like footprints on my grass.”

She blinks before turning to look behind her, gesturing emphatically. “What foot- there’s no footprints!” She spins in a circle as if looking for any evidence that she’d walked on the grass and, finding none, her dad continues as if she’d never spoken.

“That’s why I built my path. So why don’t you go from my grass to my path.” He gestures with the trowel grasped in his gloved hand as he speaks, Sam sighing and rolling her eyes as she does as he said.

“It’s family grass, Dad.” Sam and her dad’s relationship consists of 98% bickering, and honestly she loves it. Their back and forth never fails to entertain.

“Well, when you own your own grass you’ll understand.”

Sam doesn’t respond, continuing to follow the path towards her can but the sight of Mojo perched on his tower causes her to stop. The new necklace her mother had apparently put on him when he’d come outside was even more ostentatious than the last. “This, this-” she gestures dramatically at the small dog and his blinding bling, “I can’t do it anymore.”

“What?” her mom calls, brows furrowed as she looks between her daughter and her dog.

“You’re putting jewelry on a boy dog. He’s got enough self-esteem issues as a chihuahua, Mom.” She sighs, shaking her head. It was the truth too, she’s never met a more insecure dog in her entire life, and the gender confusion can’t be helping.

“That's his bling!” Her mom protests, and Sam can’t help but laugh as she shakes her head, moving to get into her car- her car!- and head towards the lake. “I want you home at eleven o’clock!” She calls after her, pointing maternally and watching with poorly disguised concern as Sam shuts her door and sticks her key in the ignition.

“Yeah, all right.”

“Eleven o’clock!” Her dad repeats, pushing up into a tall kneel and shaking his trowel at her.

She doesn’t respond, simply turning the key in the ignition instead. It took several tries, the car not wanting to start up right away, but eventually it does roar to a start.

“And please, for the love of god, drive safely!” Sam smiles at her mom’s concern, both women gasping when a large plume of black smoke escapes the car’s tailpipe when the engine finally turns over. She hears her dad say something as she pulls away, but can’t quite make it out, too caught up in the sensation of freedom pumping through her veins and dancing across her skin, the wind blowing through her rolled down windows playing with her hair and buffeting her shirt. She’d changed into a white blouse and denim shorts for the party, a small part of her- no matter how ridiculous- hoping Mikaela will like what she sees.

The drive to Miles’ house is short, and when Sam pulls into his driveway she’s quick to put the car in park and pull out her cell phone to text her oddball friend that she’s arrived. Why she’d agreed to let Miles come along she doesn’t know, what she does know is that it’s probably a mistake. She loves Miles, he was her first- and only- friend, but he doesn’t exactly blend in. He never fails to do something that draws attention to the two of them, no matter how many times Sam tells him to try and play it cool.

The long haired boy waves happily at her as he steps out of his front door, turning to lock the door behind him before bouncing hyperily over to the passenger side of the car and sliding into the seat. “Sweet ride, Witwicky! A little old, but still sweet.”

She laughs and shakes her head in amusement, throwing the car in reverse and backing down the driveway and out into the street, pulling away to head towards the lake. “Thanks! My dad actually took me to a dealership that was practically a junkyard, but I managed to find something decent.” She rubs her dashboard affectionately before reaching down to turn up the radio, the pair of friends singing along loudly with the windows rolled down and big smiles on their faces. She shuts it off when they approach the lake, pulling up to park by the curb and taking in all of the popular kids milling about. Football players, cheerleaders, the like. She shifts uncomfortably and her eyes are quick to find Mikaela standing near Trent’s obnoxious pick up truck.

Miles leans forward to look at the mass of their classmates assembled, his knee beginning to bounce nervously. “Dude, are you sure we’re invited to this party?”

Sam snorts and pushes her door open, her black and white converse scraping against the road as she stands. “Of course, Miles. It’s a lake, public property.” The chatter of party goers is loud as they step onto the grass, Sam ducking her head when she notices Trent looking in their direction. “Oh my god, oh my god, Mikaela’s here.” Miles is the only person in her life that knows about her feelings for Mikaela Banes, and she’s grateful that her sexuality hadn’t hurt their friendship, if anything it helped. Miles likes to joke that he felt even closer to her now that he knows they have a shared interest. He turns to look at her and rolls his eyes, clearly not getting why she’s freaking out. “Just don’t do anything weird, okay?” She pleads uselessly, knowing he’s going to do what he wants no matter what she says. “I’m good, right?”

He looks her up and down once before nodding and snickering. “Yeah, Sammy. You’re good.”

“Don’t call me that,” she groans, ignoring Trent as he starts calling out to them and having to resist slamming her face into the tree in front of her’s trunk when Miles leaps into the branches and begins to climb.

“Hey, guys, check it out.” Sam notices Mikaela move over to Trent at his words, wrapping her arms around his waist and setting her chin atop his shoulder. “Oh, hi. Hey, sweetheart! That car, it’s nice.” She huffs but doesn’t turn to face him, knowing that giving him the attention he wants would only fuel his fire, but her silence only seems to make him more determined. He pushes off against the side of his truck, Mikaela’s arms releasing him so he can stride over to where Sam was steadfastly watching Miles attempt to climb a tree. “So, what are you guys doing here?”

She sends him a look like he’s stupid- he is- before turning back to Miles, nodding at the tree when she answers him. “We’re here to climb this tree.” Her response seems to confuse him a little and he obviously doesn’t know quite how to reply.

“I see that, it looks- it looks fun.”

She nods, still avoiding eye contact, and has to hold back an eye roll when Miles grunts obnoxiously. “Yeah.”

“You know, I thought I recognized you. You came to watch your friend try out for the football team last year, right?” Oof. That had been a tough day. Sam had decided to try out for the cheerleading team on the recommendation of her mom, Judy saying that it would help her make friends, so Miles had tried out for the football team in a show of support. Said that way they could hang out together during practices and stuff and at games. Her own tryout had been a complete catastrophe, she’d humiliated herself without a doubt, and afterwards she’d gone to watch Miles’ tryout. It hadn’t gone well, she’d almost taken him to the ER the group tackle he’d taken had been that hard. The coach had to call his mom.

But Sam isn’t going to tell Trent that. “Oh, no, no, no, that-” she laughs and shakes her head, turning to face the hulking quarterback beside her, “that wasn’t like a real try out… he did it because I asked him to as research for a book I’m writing.”

Trent nods seriously, but his tone of voice makes it clear he doesn’t believe a word she’s saying. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s it about? Sucking at sports?” Trent and his group of lackeys all laugh, the quarterback tossing the football he’s holding into the air before catching it deftly.

Sam smirks, folding her hands together as he opens himself up to the insult she has lined up. “Haha.” She laughs mockingly, ignoring the watchful eyes of Mikaela behind Trent as she destroys him. “No, it’s about the link between brain damage and football. No it’s a- it’s a good book! Your friends’ll love it. You know its got mazes in it and, you know, little coloring areas, pop up pictures. It’s a lot of fun.”

“That’s funny.” He takes a threatening step forward, and for a moment Sam wonders if he’s going to hit her in front of all these people and just how he thinks that’s going to work out for him, but Mikaela comes to her rescue.

“Okay. Okay.” She steps between them, placing a hand on Trent’s stomach and pushing him backwards. “You know what? Stop.” She doesn’t wait for him to follow as she strides off to the truck, Sam watching her go with what she knew had to be heart eyes before turning to Miles who was still perched in the tree.

“You got to get out of the tree.” Miles gives her an offended look but begins to climb down. “Get- just get out of the tree right now, please. What are you doing?” She rolls her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose when Miles back flips off the lowest branch, grinning at her proudly when he sticks the landing.

“Did you see the dismount? All the chicks were watching.”

“You’re making me look like an idiot! We both looked like idiots just now.” Miles doesn’t respond as they walk back over to her car, the long haired boy sliding into her passenger seat and not seeming to notice when she reclined against her own door rather than climbing in. She’s not focused on him though, her attention is fully on the breakdown of Mikaela and Trent’s relationship that was happening right before her eyes.

The raven haired, icy eyed girl stops by the driver's door, wrapping her fingers around the handle and giving Trent a charming smile. “Hey, how about you let me drive?”

Trent’s response is way too vehement, and Sam is offended on Mikaela’s behalf. “Oh no. No, no, no. This is not a toy. These twenty-twos,” he points down at his tires, “I don’t want you grinding on them. No. Why doesn’t my little bunny just hop in the back seat?” Sam’s teeth grit at his entire response, the sexism and lack of respect for his girlfriend in his words astounding her.

“Oh god, I can’t even tell you how much I’m not your little bunny.” She rolls her eyes and tucks her purse under her arms before strutting away, hair bouncing like something out of a movie with each step, and Sam silently cheers when Mikaela puts the manchild in his place.

“O- okay.” Trent falters, taken aback by the girl’s response and desperately trying to save face. “You’ll call me.”

Sam watches her go, admiring her long legs and swinging hips, only to be shaken from her thoughts by the sudden crooning of ‘Who’s gonna drive you home tonight-’ sounding from her car.

“Hey, dude?” Miles calls confusedly, his feet propped up on her dashboard and his hand reaching out to fiddle with the radio dial. “What’s wrong with your radio?”

“I’m gonna drive her home tonight.” Sam echoes, blue-gold eyes growing wide with the realization that now was her chance. Her chance to at least become friends with the girl she had feelings for, if not more. Miles leans out the window and stares at her with furrowed eyebrows, scoffing at the idea.

“What? She’s an evil jock concubine, Sammy. Let her hitchhike.”

The glare she gives him is fierce, and she contemplates tearing him a new one for his words but deciding she doesn’t have time. “She lives ten miles from here, okay?” She finally pulls her door open and plops down in her seat, turning to give Miles her best puppy eyes. “It’s my only chance, you got to be understanding here, all right?” She folds her hands together as if begging and turns her whole body to face him.

“Alright,” he concedes reluctantly with a nod, “we’ll put her in the back, I’ll be quiet.”

She gives him an incredulous look, eyebrows almost meeting her hairline and her voice high with disbelief. “Did you just say ‘put her in the back’?”

“I called shotgun.” Miles says like it’s obvious, causing her to snort.

“Miles, I’m not putting her in the back. You’ve got to get out of my car.” She gestures behind him, her last words full of determination as if she can force him out of the car through sheer willpower.

“That’s a party foul!”

“What rules?!”

“Our- bros before hoes!”

“I’m not a bro, Miles, and I’m begging you to get out of my car, okay?” Miles huffs but climbs out, slamming the door a little harder than was necessary in his annoyance. She gives him a bright and thankful smile before roaring off, giving Mikaela the same smile as she pulls up alongside her and slows down. “Mikaela! It’s Sam.” The raven haired girl side eyes her but doesn’t stop, her tan legs keeping pace beneath her denim miniskirt, so she carries on in hopes that she’ll say something that’ll convince Mikaela to get in the car. “Witwicky? Thanks for standing up for me but hope I didn’t get you stranded or anything. I was hoping I could ride you ho- give you a ride home.” She’s quick to correct herself, her cheeks flushing a bright red at the freudian slip. “In my car, to your house.” She’s about to start slamming her head against the steering wheel when Mikaela finally stops and turns her way, Sam beaming at her and reaching across to help her open the door. “There you go!” She coughs awkwardly and, still blushing, begins to drive once more.

“I can’t believe I’m here right now.” Pain shoots through Sam’s heart at Mikaela’s words and her smile drops from her face as she clears her throat. Well, that wasn’t what a girl wanted to hear when she had a gorgeous woman in her passenger seat.

“You can duck down if you want. I mean, it won’t hurt my feelings.” It most definitely will.

“Oh no, no, no. I didn’t mean-” she laughs sweetly, seemingly endeared by Sam’s words, “I didn’t mean here with you. I just meant here, like, in this situation.”

“Oh,” Sam nods understandingly, the pain in her heart easing.

“The same situation I’m always in , ‘cause, I don’t know, I guess I have a weakness for hot guys, for tight abs and really big arms.”

Sam can’t help the disappointed laugh that escapes at that, glancing over to see Mikaela looking at her with a confused and almost hurt look. “Sorry, I just…” she shrugs, forcing her eyes to focus on the road ahead, “I just can’t relate.” Mikaela’s brows raise and the hurt fades from her look as the confusion grows, and Sam lets out another laugh at the sight, not giving her the chance to vocalize the question on her mind. “I’m a lesbian.” She puts it bluntly, watching the girl in her car warily from the corner of her eyes. It’s pretty much 50/50 how Mikaela will respond, either she’ll brush it off like most people or she’ll be grossed out like the rare few.

She’s silent for a few heart pounding moments before she nods, settling back against her seat with a small smile. “I’m bisexual.” Sam’s head snaps towards her, eyes wide and lips forming a shocked O. That’s the last thing she was expecting Mikaela to say. Her mind races as Sam tries to figure out how to respond, but she beats her to it with another heart stopping sentence, this one painful. “Are you…” she turns towards her with a bright smile as she obviously tries to fill the silence with small talk, “are you new to school? This year? This is your first year?”

“Oh, no.” Sam forces out a chuckle as the pain returns to her chest. She’s invisible to people like Mikaela Banes. “No, we’ve been in school together since the first grade.”

Mikaela turns to her with furrowed eyebrows and her full lips twisted in a confused frown. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Sam snorts in reply, not meeting the other girl’s eyes. This was embarrassing enough without Mikaela seeing just how badly she’s hurt her feelings.

“No.” She draws out in disbelief, shaking her head before tilting it.

“Yeah, a long time.” Sam can see that Mikaela is embarrassed as she shifts in her seat, fiddling with the bottom of her cropped, orange tank top.

“Well, do-” she clears her throat before pushing on, apparently determined to try and save the conversation that was spiralling quickly, “do we have any classes together?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah.” The shorter girl’s laugh is forced and short, dark amusement filling her at the forced realization that, despite the fact that Mikaela Banes is the apple of her eye, the girl hasn’t even noticed her existence despite them having gone to school together since they were seven.

“Really? Which?” She seems genuinely curious, if still a little embarrassed.

“History,” Sam starts, peeking at her passenger from the corner of her eyes as she continues, “Language art. Math. Science.”

“Sam,” Mikaela cuts in, as if she’s suddenly remembered who she’s sitting next to, but Sam knows she hasn’t.

She smiles at the darker haired girl’s effort, she hadn’t intentionally never acknowledged Sam’s existence in the past and she’s trying to now. It’s cute actually. “Sam, yeah.” She confirmed, nodding with a small smile.

“Sam Wilckicky,” Mikaela absolutely butchers her last name and it evokes a genuine laugh, Sam finally turning and actually making eye contact with the other girl, eyes crinkling in amusement.

“Wit-wicky.” She enunciates clearly, amusement clear in her voice. She’s not offended by the blunder, it’s a weird name.

“God, you know what? She runs a hand over her face before blinking over at Sam with an apologetic expression. “I’m so sorry. I just-”

“No, no, it’s cool,” Sam interrupts, meaning it strangely.

“I just didn’t recognize you.” It’s an obvious twisting of the truth. Sure, she hadn’t recognized her but that’s because she hadn’t known Sam was even alive until five minutes ago.

“Yeah, well, I mean that’s understandable.” Just as the words leave her mouth her car decides now is the perfect time to make this entire situation even worse. The engine begins to sputter and die, forcing Sam to pull off the road and into a grassy clearing decorated with a single tree. “Ah, no, no, no. No! Come on!” She slams her hand down angrily on the wheel as they slow to a stop, the radio starting to play Sexual Healing- much to Sam’s horror. Oh god, the way this must look. She can’t believe her car is pulling this shit right after Mikaela admits to being bi, she’s going to think Sam’s trying to make a move on her. “Sorry, I’m just working out the kinks. You know, it’s a new car.” She frantically begins messing with the radio, desperate for it to just stop, to no avail. “This radio is like, you know- it’s an old radio too, so-” She’s flushed a bright red, hoping, praying, that Mikaela won’t think she’s planned this, that she won’t walk away. She’s just found out she has a chance! She can’t let her stupid stupid car ruin that for her now. “Look, this isn't something that I, you know-” she starts practically pounding on the power dial, but the music is still pumping through her speakers. “I can't get this radio to stop. Look, I wouldn't try this on you. You know. 'Cause this is like a romantic, romantic thing that I'm not trying to do.” She’s rambling, she knows she’s rambling, and she knows she’s not really helping her case, but she can’t stop the torrential flow of words pouring past her lips.

“Uh huh.” Mikaela doesn’t look at her as she begins pulling the top half of her black hair back, efficiently pinning it to the back of her head and out of her face.

“Not that you're not worthy of trying something like this on.” She wants to slap herself when those words come out, she needs to shut up now.

“No, of course not.” Mikaela drawls, finally pulling her hands away from her thick hair and bedding down to drop her purse on the floorboards, not seeming to really listen to Sam’s rambling.

“I'm a friend of yours.” She places a hand over her heart, eyes wide and trying to convey how absolutely serious she is that she wasn’t trying to pull anything right now. “I'm not a romantic friend, romantic friends do this. I mean, I'm not that- that friend. I mean, we- I could be. If-” She’s so thankful when Mikaela cuts her off, pushing her door open and stepping out as she does so.

“Just pop the hood.” She moves around to the front of the Camaro and lifts the hood when Sam does as she asked, not noticing the girl beating up her car and whisper yelling at it angrily.

“Stupid!” She kicks the floorboards before taking her aggression out on the stereo. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.” The car lets out an odd electronic squeal before going silent, so Sam lets out a relieved huff of air before stepping out of the car and moving to join Mikaela. She’s leaning forward, hands braced against the propped up hood and her short shirt stretched further up to reveal more of her toned, tan stomach. Sam forces her eyes away from the exposed skin and to her new car’s engine that’s way nicer than it should’ve been. It’s a hundred times newer than the car itself and sleek, the silver metal shining brightly in the setting sun. Damn. She wasn’t expecting that. She knows nothing about cars but even she can tell that’s a nice engine.

Mikaela agrees, looking over it admiringly before grinning over at her, blue eyes squinting slightly against the glare. “Whoa, nice headers. You've got a high-rise double-pump carburetor. That's pretty impressive, Sam.”

Her brows furrow and she glances confusedly between Mikaela and the engine. “Double-pump?”

“It squirts the fuel in so you can go faster.”

“Oh,” Sam nods, her attraction to this woman multiplying by a thousand due to her obvious expertise in mechanics. She’s always suspected there was more to Mikaela than her pretty face, and now she’s being proven right. Mikaela’s wicked smart. “I like to go faster.” Why would she say that? She mentally slaps herself, frustrated with herself and her proficient ability to stick her foot in her mouth no matter the situation.

“And it looks like your, uh, your distributor caps a little…” Mikaela leans forward and reacheches out to wiggle said cap, arching attractively and unintendedly as she does so, “loose.”

“Yeah, how did you know that?”

“Uh, my dad.” She turns to smile at her again, causing Sam to beam back. “He was a real grease monkey. He taught me all about this. I could take it all apart, clean it, put it back together.”

“That’s weird, I just wouldn’t have pegged you for mechanical.” It’s true, Mikaela has always come across as incredibly feminine, not one you would expect to get her freshly self-manicured hands dirty. But now that Sam knows that the girl is clearly multifaceted, she’ll never underestimate her again. She leans around to press her head against the front of the hood, out of Mikaela’s sight, scrunching her eyes closed and trying desperately to get a handle on not only her mouth, but her eyes. They kept flicking over to Mikaela’s visible abdomen without permission, a very attractive visible abdomen.

“Well, you know, I don't really broadcast it. Guys don't like it when you know more about cars than they do. Especially not Trent.” Sam snaps back to scowl at Mikaela, slightly disappointed with her for feeling like she has to change or hide who she is to get with a guy who doesn’t even deserve her. “He hates it.” The taller girl looks over to smile almost sadly at her lift, not quite understanding the expression she sees on Sam’s face.

“You shouldn’t hide who you are or play dumb for the benefit of some jock.” Sam’s not quite sure if that’s the right thing to say, but she means it. Mikaela’s eyes search her face for a few moments contemplatively before she pulls back, standing up straight and putting her hands on her hips as she stares down at the car’s engine.

“Okay…” she trails off, biting her lip before nodding resolutely, apparently having decided to just ignore what Sam said. “You want to fire it up for me?”

“Oh!” Sam nods and jogs over to reach in through the driver’s side door and twist the key in the ignition. “Yeah, yeah, no problem.” The engine struggles to turn on, making odd sputtering and grinding noises each time she turns the key. She debates with herself for a few moments before deciding things can’t really get any worse, she might as well ask the question on her mind. “You know, I was thinking, if Trent’s such a jerk why do you hang out with him?” There’s a few moments of silence before she sees Mikaela straighten up, resignation written all over her face as she takes a step back from the engine and moves around to the passenger’s side.

“You know what? I’m just-” she reaches through the open window and scoops up the strap of her purse, pulling back and straightening as she pulls it over her shoulder. “I’m gonna walk.” She begins backing away, giving Sam a tight smile and reaching up to pull the clip from her hair. “Uhh, good luck with your car.” She spins away and begins striding through the long, brown grass that’s flowing in the wind, much to Sam’s horror.

“Alright,” she calls after her, “walking’s healthy, right?” Mikaela doesn’t turn back or respond and Sam begins begging her car to cooperate, desperate and running out of time she turns the key over and over. “Oh, God, no no no no no no no no no no. Come on, please. Please, you gotta work for me now. Don't let her walk away. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. Please, please.” She slaps the steering wheel in frustration before turning the key one last time, letting out a whoop when the radio begins blasting Baby Come Back and the engine roars to life. She whoops and darts out of the car, rushing to slam the hood down with a loud clang as she calls out after the girl she wants so badly. “Hey!” She leaps into the driver’s seat and throws the car into reverse, swinging the car around before switching into drive and tearing after Mikaela. “Hey, wait a second!”

Mikaela turns around at the sound of her shouting, unable to hold back a grin at the sight of Sam waving enthusiastically from behind the wheel of the car, dirt kicking up behind the tires as she goes and music thumping through the air. She laughs, opening the door when the car comes to a stop beside her and sliding in, settling down in the seat as Sam gives her the brightest grin she’s ever seen.

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Transformers (2007) ⼁The Flash (2014 - present)

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oh yeah, you can add tessa, shane, and izabelle to optimus’s list of kids he’s adopted (sam, mikaela, charlie, and nemo included)

optimus: “i’m ur dad now, that “cool” with you?”

izzy: “woah really? awesome! i have another dad and hes an awesome giant robot!”

cade and optimus co-parent izzy with help from the rest of the fam

optimus: “hi this is my family” *points at izzy and cade* “and i love them with all my spark”

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Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, 2009.

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HoneyBee

Chapter Six: Thin Patience

‘You’re on thin ice with me. Thin. Fucking. Ice’- (Y/n) (L/n)

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“Alright, here's the situation. You've all had direct contact with the NBEs,” Simmons started. They had been walking for a bit now, coming into contact with a few soldiers along the way. From what (Y/n) had gathered, they had a near death experience with the decepticons-they were lucky to even be alive.

“NBEs?” the brown skinned soldier questioned.

“Non-Biological Extraterrestrials,” Simmons quipped, “Try and keep up with the acronyms.”

(Y/n) and Sam locked eyes, minds in sync as to what was going on. They had no clue about what they were dealing with all these years. From what the other man with Simmons had declared her deceased uncle had worked with them closely. Just how much did he keep secret about their true nature?

“What you're about to see is totally classified.”

They proceeded through the long dark tunnel, and to say they were all shocked was an understatement. The adults stared up at the large cybertronian in front of them, silver jagged plating was seen along with metal claws big enough to wrap around two statues on a college campus. The optics were black-unlit-but the girl couldn't look away from their faceplate. This was the monster she hid underneath her bed each night from; Megatronus-otherwise known as Megatron.

“Dear God. What is this?” The general had spoken.

Banachek looked over to (Y/n) the two making eye contact as he started to move forward, “We think when he made his approach over the north pole, our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry. He crashed in the ice-probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934.”

“We call him NBE One.” Simmons announced proudly.

Sam looked at his dear friend, “Uh, (Y/n) I think it's time to correct them don't you think?”

The crowd looked towards the girl, she wasn't paying attention to them, simply staring at the war terrorist her grandfather warned her about. When's the last time she read about this monster? Was it three years? She was pretty sure it was longer. It was funny, every last detail in the book was true about his stature-his looks-his gaze-.

“Correct us?” Simmons questioned in disbelief.

The girl scoffed, finally tuning in, “Yea, no offense. But I think my uncle let this limited information go far too long,” She looked over at Banachek, sympathy lacing her eyes,” You got everything wrong. He is not NBE One, he's Megatron. Cyberons most fiercest war terrorist and leader of the Decepticons; you see-it was him that led to the fall of their own planet. Killing millions of his own kind to achieve one thing,”

She looked at them venom lacing her tone, “Power,”

Simmons stepped towards her, the two having a non verbal conversation. The man's eyes scream one thing, ‘continue’.

“ In fact he wasn't even the fist one here, there have been other ‘NBEs’ actually known as Cybertronians-”

“(Y/n),” Sam whispered hastily, “Let's not give them a proper history lesson right now alright-!”

“No,” The general stepped forward. “Let the girl talk, she seems to know a lot more than we do.”

(Y/n) turned to Banachek, “How long has he been like that?”

“He’s been in cryostasis since 1935.” He turned to Sam, a proud resolve, “Your great-great-great grandfather and your (GG/n) made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind.”

“Second greatest,” (Y/n) corrected, “Of cybertronian knowledge perhaps. The first one you guys know of though. It's just not considered the first is it?”

Simmons turned to her in shock, “How did you-”

She simply pulled out the necklace, it had started to emit a glow of blue since she arrived, “I'm going to ask you this only once; Where is Estella? Aka NBE two.” The two men looked at each other in disbelief and concern, causing the girl to frown. “There's no need to hide it now I know you guys have her here.”

“That's the thing,” Simmons responded, “Your uncle used to have the password to her area, now it's gone-along with his memory.”

The necklace fell back on the girl's chest, her confidence crumbling, “ What? But my grandmother told me-,”

“The information was confidential, no one knows about the slip up, hence why we can only deeply apologize that there will be no closer that you're looking for.” said Banachek. The two looked at each other for a long moment until when no one was looking the man sent a quick wink her way-giving her everything she already needed to know. Her uncle wasn’t foolish, he made sure at least two or three people had that password.

“Fact is, you are looking at the source of modern age,” Simmons continued, “the microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars, all reverse-engineered by studying him-NBE One. That's what we call it.”

“Him,” (Y/n) corrected once again, the agent turned to her agitated. It was clear as day he was clearly jealous of her family and the secrets they held, but she wouldn't put it past them-judging from their dead set ‘facts’ they came up with she wouldn't want to share important information with them either.

“And you didn't think the United States military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?” The general questioned.

“Until these events, we had no credible threat to national security.”

“Well you got one now!”

Lennox finally decided to speak, “So why earth?”

“It's the allspark,” (Y/n) answered his question.

“All spark? What is that?”

The girl wanted to throw her family book at their head in response. At this point they were using her as a damn dictionary rather than a well informed individual. Everyone seemed useless in this situation rather than Sam and Mikaela. She turned to her best friend, waving a hand saying he had the floor.

“Well, yeah, they came here looking for some sort of cube looking thing.” The teenage boy tried to explain.

God dammit Sam!

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “How many times have I told you Sam, it's practically the most sacred thing on their planet and has the power to bring back life itself! Its the most important we get it before he does-”

“Anyway,” Sam held up his hand in sass, “Mr. NBE One here, aka Meagtron-that's what they call him, whos pretty much the harbinger of death-just like (Y/n) told you-wants to use the cube to transform human technology to take over the universe,” They turned back to his friend a cocky look on his face, “That's their plan.”

The girl pursed her lips, “I don't know if I want to slap you because you cut me off or give you a high five because you actually remembered everything I told you.”

Simmons paused for a moment, “And you two are sure about that?”

“Yeah,”

“Yep,” The two synced.

(Y/n) smirked immediately knowing where this is going to go, “You guys know where it is, don't you?”

Banacke looked between the two of them, “Follow me.”

The two teens looked at each other before following suit along with the soldiers behind them. (Y/n) continued to survey her surroundings as she took in the atmosphere of the place as they walked through the narrow hallways, she couldn't believe her own uncle-the one she didn't know she had-walked through these halls numerous times and still kept secrets from the government about a cybertronians true nature.

“You're about to see our crown jewel,” Simmons led them into a yellow bricked room with old pictures of seven men hung along the wall. She was surprised that her and Sam's grandfathers were not there. They did make history after all.

(Y/n)’s mouth dropped at the sight before her, a geeky smile tracing her plump lips as she gazed through the window. It was beyond what she had imagined of the cube to look like, the spare object was as tall as the large cavern of the building, nearly taking up the whole space of the room itself. Down below she could see scientists working diligently as they examined it, she found it a bit cruel her family hid its fully functioning nature-it would've saved them years of research.

Sam chuckled beside her, “Better than what you imagined?”

“Yeah,” His friend uttered breathlessly, “It is.”

The agent cut into their comfortable atmosphere, “Carbon dating puts the Cube here around ten thousand BC,” The man informed looking at (Y/n), “The first seven didn't find it until 1913.They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the Cube as well as NBE One. President Hoover had the dam built around it. Four football fields thick of concrete, a perfect way to hide its energy from being detected by anyone or alien species on the outside.”

The girl froze for a moment before slowly turning to him, “Sir, with all do respect I don't think everything was thought through,” The Agents and Soldiers looked at her confused, “You said that this was the perfect way of hiding its energy from aliens on the outside correct?”

“Yeah,” Simmons scoffed

She stepped up to him with her stance firm, “There's two whole aliens in this facility. And you didn't think that maybe one of them would wake up and take it away? Especially the bringer of death NBE One?”

This stunned the others in the room, Sam breathing faint “holy shit” as it dawned on him that they really messed up in regards to that calculation.

But Banachek didn't waver, only nodding at her instead , “I understand that concern but NBE One has shown no activity ever since he was found by Witwicky.”

(Y/n) only hummed but it didn't ease the pit rumbling at the bottom of her stomach. There were warning signs practically ringing in every direction for her in regards to this whole ordeal, with Megatron here and the Deceipticons looking for him it wasn't safe for the cube to be down here, nor was it safe for them to be down here when a potential bomb goes off. Did they honestly want her to believe that Megatron wasn't playing them all this time? Estel most definitely would have warned them if she hadn't been offlined, she loved the human race too much to do so-from what she gathered from her grandmother anyway.

“Wait back up,” The lady cut in, “You said the dam hides the Cubes energy. What kind exactly?” The question seemed to be for her, but she ignored it and waited for the agents to answer instead. Her mouth was getting dry from answering too many questions.

“Good question,”

It wasn't long before they were taken to another enclosed room, what stood out the most was the big blue transparent box with men surrounding it. The wires and small room could only tell her one thing that this was a form of an experiment room of some kind. “Please step inside. They have to lock us in.”

She stood beside Sam and Mikeala, the girl noticed their hands intertwined with one another's for a minute-just a glimpse-and decided to clasp her own hands together in reassurance. Although her mind did drift back to a certain soft big hand and sharp blue eyes-.

Fuck. Now wasn't the time for her mind to wander.

“Oh wow,” Epps uttered, looking at the scratches along the wall. They didn't seem too big but they were long and sharp enough to penetrate through metal, “What's that? Freddy Krueger done been up in here or something?”

“Oh, no, man,” The hacker argued, “Freddy Kruegar has four blades, man. That's only three. That's Wolverine!” The man laughed and (Y/n) did for a bit stopping when she saw Sam's done expression.

“That's very funny,” Simmons said with a straight face. The laughter was gone when they noticed his serious tone. “Anybody have any mechanical devices? BlackBerry? Key alarm? Cell Phone?”

The man went through his pockets, “I got a phone,” He tossed to Simmons.

They headed over to the blue box in the room each being handed a pair of goggles, (Y/n) stared anxiously as Simmons placed the phone inside the box shutting it tightly

“Okay,” Simmons whispered, “Nokias are real nasty. You gotta respect the Japanese, they know the way of the samurai.”

“Nokia is from Finland.” The woman might as well keep it to herself, there was no correcting the agent.

The afro haired girl grimaced, her grandmother had a Nokia.

“Were able to use the Cubes radiation and funnel it into that box,” Simmons started flipping the devices on to start up the machine

They watched the gadget hover over the phone before a blue laser contracted into the metal device below. The girl got goosebumps as she heard the familiar sound before the phone transformed right before their eyes. She couldn't believe it, the cube could actually give life!

“Bro what the-”

“Wow,” (Y/n) muttered in amazement. She leaned in closer to get a better look along with Micheala, the new cybertronian didn't like the attention and proceeded to ram itself in their direction. It was a good thing it only hit the glass, but the two girls did lean back when it proceeded to shoot at its barrier.

“Mean little sucker, huh?”

(Y/n) hummed, “Mean and confused.”

“Man that thing is freaky!”

It got worse from there, the bullets and shots were cracking the box. The little guys were close to its escape, Simmons wasn't going to allow it. The gasp the girl let out was involuntary as a large shock ran through the box killing the new life instantly. She immediately grabbed onto Sam, anxiety racking through her, as she thought about the black and yellow scout.

“S-Sam,” the girl whispered, “Bumblebee.”

As soon as the words left her lips the lights started to flicker overhead as well as an alarm sounding off. Her heart hammered in her chest, she knew that this would happen-that this facility wasn't the safest with the war terrorists here along with the cube. It was practically a suicide wish.

“They're here,” (Y/n) announced.

The general nodded to her in agreement, “Gentlemen, they know the cube is here”

“Along with their leader,”

“Banachek, what's going on?!”

“The NBE One hanger has lost power-”

“What?!”

“The backup generator is just not gonna cut it!”

“I told you so,” (Y/n) looked at Simmons, “Putting them both in the same place is a room for disaster-”

Sam sighed, “(Y/n)! Really?”

“I'm just making sure he knows their mistake!” Sure it wasn't the time to be petty, but she told them that it wasn't a good idea and they completely brushed her off. It felt good to show these smart asses she was right.

Lenoxx made his way over quickly, “Do you have an arms room?”

Oh. Guns against large robot aliens. How nice.

They were all flushed out of the room in haste, Sam made sure to have a good grip on the two girls as they followed behind the soldiers closely.

“Everyone into the NBE One Chamber now!”

The area was a mess, she watched so many people running all over the place in adrenaline. Anticipation and fear clouding their eyes at the situation at hand, she could only imagine the amount of scientists who did not sign up for the fighting part on the field, only the endless studying that would be conducted over the course of their lifetime.

That's why when they were running down the hall shye almost forgot the most important person she wanted to see, even though she tried to halt her movements Sam only strengthened his hold. The boy had his nerves on edge, making sure his best friend stayed by his side at all times; and she could understand that, it hasn't been the best twenty four hours.

“They're popping our generators!”

This only made the girl try to turn in the other direction once more, “Sam! We have to get to Bumblebee-”

“I know! Give me a second to get them to understand.”

Sam didn't mean to snap at her, she knew he didn't. From the way his eyes were blown open, face drenched in sweat to the distressed crease of his brows. It was a good thing they eventually made it to the room, the teens watched as the soldiers and men started to arm themselves. Of course (Y/n) tried to grab for one only for Epps to quickly take it away.

“Uh uh, until you're properly trained with this thing-you're not holding one,”

The lights started to go off again causing the room to still for a moment, everyone's breaths heightened-eyes wide with fear. (Y/n) has had enough and stormed up to Simmons.

“You gotta take us to see Bumblebee,”

The agent looked at her baffled, “Who-?”

“My car! She's talking about my car,” Sam butt in, “You have to take us to go see him. He knows exactly what to do with the cube!”

Simmons shook his head, “The car? It's confiscated.”

“Then un-confiscate it!”

“We don't know-”

A gun was held to the side of the agent's head, the room went still, “Listen here asshole! I’m frankly sick and tired of running in circles with you fucking government heads thinking you know everything when you dont,” There was guns drawn, some men aiming at the afro haired girl while others where aimed at the sector seven men as shouts started to fill the room. But she ignored them, along with Sam's pleas to put it down.

“Now that I have all of your attention, let me explain this to you quickly since we don't have enough time. Right now you have two options,” The girl turned her head to the other men in the room to make sure they were listening, “One, we can continue to have an autobot scout-the one trying to save our planet-still confiscated by your men and have the decepticon leader-Megatron the war terrorist- leave with the cube and terrorform this planet. Or Number Two, you un-confiscate Bumblebee-Sam's car- give him the cube getting to the other autobots to save this planet.”

The girl looked back at Simmons, cocking an eyebrow, “Which will it be?” The agent was taking too long to answer, so she added to her statement, “Or you can take too long to answer, and I take matters into my own hands and kill you and save the world myself.”

Simmons laughed nervously, “With what army?”

“The ones behind her,” Lennox chimed in, “I was going to take you down myself, but the little lady seems to have beat me to it.”

“Drop your weapon, Baby girl,” Epps uttered softly, “We got this.”

(Y/n) didn't listen, only staring at the man in front of her with anguish between her eyes. The gun felt foreign in her hand, it didn't feel like a toy; it was cold, heavy and deadly. Three things she used to be afraid of, the same thing she was so used to having pointed at her only for it to be placed in her hands.

The agent recognized the look in her eyes and his frown deepened, “That look is so familiar, your uncle used to have it all the time within the first years on me being here,” The girl did not smile or waver, simply held the gun to his head, “ Your not gonna give me the option are ya?”

“Listen to me closely,” The girl leaned in , her eyes slitted, “You're on thin ice with me. Thin. Fucking. Ice.”

“Agent Simmons,” The general spoke up.

The agent's eyes stayed locked on the girl, “Yes sir?”

“I'd do what she says,” He spoke clearly, “Losing isn't for any of these guys, and from what I've learned-neither is it for this girl.”

A moment of silence.

Simmons looked back and forth between (Y/n) and the general before nodding his head, silently agreeing, “Alright, alright, alright. You want to lay the fate of the world on these kids' camaro? That's cool.”

The girl retracted the gun with a heavy breath released, she looked back at Epps and tried handing the gun back over. (Y/n) felt like a little kid going behind her parents back and getting another toy after the first one was taken away, it was what she just did. She grabbed another gun when the lights were flickering when the soldier was distracted.

The soldier simply shook his head, “No you keep it. You're gonna need it later.”

“I don't want it. It feels wrong to hold it.” She admitted softly.

“Trust me,” Lennox placed a hand on her shoulder, “As a soldier who has fought as long as we have. Sometimes we don't like picking these things up, there's a huge responsibility behind it. And it's heavy. Trust me when I say this-that decision you just made was needed; and not everyone could have had the courage to do what you just did.”

~ ✯ ~

It was haunting, (Y/n) doesn't think she could ever get it out of her mind. The pained whirrs she heard coming from the cybertronian was heard all the way down the hall, causing the girl to run faster than the rest of the men. Sam and Mikeala were right behind her, their pace catching up with each foot leading them to the double doors.

The afro haired girl pushed through the doors screaming out for the scout, shoving past security, “Let him go! Bumblebee!”

“Stop!”

Sam grabbed a man stopping the icing process the best he could along with Mikeala doing the same on the other side. The three teens were quick with their pace, grabbing and disarming the men as Banachek and Simmons ordered everyone to stand down in the room. The pained whirrs slowly diminished but the girl could still hear the discomfort Bumblebee had, he was confused and upset.

“Bee!” (Y/n) watched as the scout sat up at the shout of her voice, his optics immediately locking on hers, “Are you okay? Can you move? Are you okay-”

“They didn't hurt you right?” Sam cut in.

Bumblebee grew annoyed, frustration building as he activated his helmet, rolling over and aiming his cannon and the previous offenders that had him strapped down to the table. Sometimes it was so hard for the scout to love humankind, the list just got longer with the many things they have done to him on this planet. He waved it around for a moment making sure no one else was going to hurt him before freezing, noticing movement in the corner of his optics.

(Y/n) had stepped forward, hands in the air with an anxious expression, “Easy, they won't hurt you anymore I promise. Not while I'm here.” The scout had frozen still looking at her before slowly lowering the cannon, then completely transforming it back into a servo once more. He pointed to her, catching her off guard-her expression was confused for a moment before a realization dawned on her. “M-me? Oh-oh I'm okay, see I'm in one piece.”

Bumblebee wasn't convinced. This only made him more upset.

“Listen the cube is here and the Decepticons are coming,” Sam cut to the chase. He noticed the bot's frustration with his friend's lie, and decided to move this along before something else would transpire.

The scout rolled off the tabel-if they would even call it that-and still proceeded to have his helmet on his head using his servo to cover (Y/n) as she was the closest charge next to him.

“D-don't worry about them, they wont do anything! Alright, they're not gonna hurt you” Sam turned back to the other men and crowd surrounding the frustrated Autobot in the room, “Just back up a little bit, he's friendly.” The boy turned to (Y/n) looking between her and the larger robot. She didn't get what he was trying to convey at first but quickly caught on.

Sam wanted her to calm Bumblebee down. At first she was confused, although they were both his charges the scout hadn't calmed down in the slightest from her friend's reassurance. What would make her attempts any different? The girl thought back to the moment the two had in front of that door, the turning of the handle together before going inside.

“Who said you have to do it alone?”

“Hey! Hey, hey,” (Y/n) stepped in front of the scout waving her arms around catching his heated gaze. She understood his frustration and the fear of being hurt-ti be put back in the position he just got out of. He was willing to be taken by the willingly so they wouldnt hurt anyone, only to go through so much torture. “C-can you just-can you just focus on me for a second?”

Bumblebee did, and to make sure she knew he was concentrating only on her he keeled to get closer to the female down below. Upon looking at her closely she had a bandage on her elbow along with a few bloody spots on her jeans and shirt. The cuts and spots were not big so he did not fret about it too much, but something moved within his spark from the girl who was looking up at him. Shere concern was laced across her features, eyebrows creased in nerves whereas her eyes scanned his face for emotions he was trained not to show.

It was a reflex of war. Never show your enemies your emotions-they'll use it against you. No human was to be trusted in the room until further notice.

“I know it must have hurt-what they did to you. But the actions of these people shouldn’t determine the fate of the rest of the human race,” (Y/n) spoke softly, “They hurt me, Sam, and Mikeala too-that's the thing about us humans we hurt each other and we make mistakes. And we need your help to fix a huge mistake.”

The afro haired girl took a few cautious steps forward before placing a soft hand against one of the mech's digits, “Can you do that for me Honeybee?”

Bumblebee stilled for a moment, his radio flaring to life as his whole form grew warm. The girl waited patiently, smiling softy up at him, understanding he was finding the words to say in this situation. However she hadn't expected that response.

“Anything you desire sweetheart,”

#bumblebee x black reader #bumblebee x reader #bumblebee #transformers x reader #transfromers #transformers bayverse #sam witwicky #mikaela banes #Youtube

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marianashipseveryone · 2 years

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My Sari shipping

Straight :

1- Prowl (main ) ;

2- Jazz ;

3- Optimus .

Femslash :

1- Miko Nakadai ;

2- Mikaela Banes ;

3- Alexis Thi Dang .

Guilty pleasure : Sari x myself .

Brotp : ships that i prefer as friends but i am ok with the ships.

1- Bumblebee;

2- Bulkhead ;

3- Sam Witwicky ;

4- Sari with female and nonbinary ocs .

NOTP

1- Her father ;

2- The human villains from TFA ;

3- Megatron ( because i headcanon him as her father );

4- Male ocs ;

5- Sentinel (because i hate this bastard ) .

The other characters , i am open to shipping .

#sari sumdac #tfa #sari shipping #flames only warm my lunch

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firebirdtransam68 · 5 years

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What I Want To See More On Tumblr

Tumblr is a sharing/social networking blog site that has a variety of content. However, there is content that also needs more recognition, and I see little to none of that content; probably because it is underrated and not very many users talk about or mention it. Of course, there will be plenty of opportunities to add more content, and I still have more information that must be voiced, but it would be nice if others take action and start expanding the site with extra and unlimited content (whether it be pictures, videos, audio, photographs, artwork, fan media, quotes, chats, weblinks, entertainment and media reviews, recaps of different works, memes, tutorials, self-help, GIFs, messages, etc.) as well.

Here are the following content that needs more recognition (it is a long list, so please pace yourselves):

General:

- Skills and techniques with Microsoft PowerPoint (this may include picture making with the shape tool)

- Fictional landscapes created by users

- Synthwave, Vaporwave, and Retrowave (and other retro forms like these)

- OC and fan character bases and illustrations

- Microsoft Windows (1.0, 3.1, 95, NT, 98, ME, 2000, XP, Vista, 7, 8, etc.)

* Desktop images (tiled pictures included)

* Screensavers

* Logos

* Screenshots

* Tutorials

* Video clips

- Extraterrestrial content

* Planets

* Star systems

* Phenomenon (including black holes, quasars, pulsars, supernovae, etc.)

* Plants/flora

* Animals/fauna

* Fungi

* Single-celled organisms

* Landscapes

* Skies

* Terrains

* Montane areas

* Oceans

* Habitats

* Climate phenomenon (rain, snow, wind, sandstorms, thunderstorms, blizzards, sleet, hail, auroras, etc.)

* Moons and natural satellites

* Technologies

* Rocks and minerals

* Intelligent life

* Alien languages

* Science fiction

* Fantasy

* Geography

* Field guides

- Alien/space dragons

- Fictional rocks, minerals, and gemstones

- Real-life landscapes

- Firearms

- Psalms

- Vintage material

- Web-developing/web-designing ideas and blueprints

- Mesozoic Era (including dinosaurs, mammals, early birds, and flora)

- Hybrid/crossbreed animals

- Werebeasts

- Alien skunks

- Alien birds

* Owls

* Peafowl

* Hawks

* Falcons

* Birds of paradise

* Parrots and macaws

* Sparrows

* Corvids

* Shrikes

* Archaeopteryx (dinosaurs are included)

* Crossbreeds

- Kitsunes (including alien kitsunes)

- Alien wolves

- Alien hedgehogs

- Exotic birds

- G1 MLP (we have enough G4/FIM already)

- Retro

- Fighter jets

- Cars from 1967-1988

- Quotes and scenes from movies, TV shows, videogames/computer games, anime, books, comics, music videos, radio, podcasts, direct-to-video movies and series, plays, scripts, and websites

- Any LGBTQ+ content that encourages diversity of thought, creativity, and staying true to yourself regardless of sexual orientation

Original Stories:

- Science fantasy

- Alien fantastical creatures

* Dragons

* Unicorns

* Pegasi (flying horses)

* Hippocampus

* Cerberus

* Roc (giant eagle)

* Griffons

* Hippogriff

* Kitsune

* Minotaurs

* Ent

* Basilisk

* Gorgon

* Harpy

* Merfolk

* Fauns

* Orcs, ogres, goblins, and ghouls

- Action/thrillers

- Influences from sci-fi authors and writers (including Robert Heinlein)

- Female villains and complex characters

- Influences from Atlantis

- Mpreg and fempreg (hermaphrodites, transgender, reverse reproduction, magic, alternate dimension, etc.)

- Allegories (Christian, Jewish, Hindi, Buddhist, Sikh, Taoist, Shinto, Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Sumerian, Mayan, Muslim, Scientologist, Judeo-Christian, Norse, Jainist, Gothic, any other ideology you can think of)

- Alternate dimensions

- Historical fiction

- Time travel

- Giant robots

- Original anime and manga styles

- Dystopian futures/dimensions

- Conflicts regarding the LGBTQ+ community (gay conservatives, march vs. morality, discrimination based on political party, heroes and villains regardless of sexual orientation, asexuality, intersex couples, coexisting with the majority, etc.)

- Space operas

- Travel and vacationing

- Crossovers (even with official media)

- Even memoirs

Statements and opinions:

- 1980's

- 1990′s

- Anti-identity politics

- Individuality

- Anti-misandry, anti-misogyny, and double standards

- Knight Rider (1980's)

- Sonic X (Japanese, English, or both)

- Transformers Micron Legend

- Transformers Superlink

- Transformers Galaxy Force

- Transformers Unicron Trilogy (sub vs. dub, pro or anti, characters, pairings, etc.)

- Voltron: Defender Of The Universe

- Bumblebee (2018)

- Mpreg and fempreg (pro or anti)

- "Hate is a strong word"

- "Original is better"

- Synthwave

- Bayformers (pro or anti)

- Sub vs. dub

- Anti-trolling

- Equal opportunity vs. equal outcomes

- "I'm gay and conservative; I make my own choice on who to vote, and to tell me otherwise makes you more homophobic than the ones you claim to be"

- Pro-individuality

- Variations of certain pairings (like Sonadow and Megascream)

- Anti-Shradow

- Anti-Sondash

- Sonic x Transformers crossover

- "Fandom abuse kills interest" or similar statements

- "You can be a patriot of your country and support another country at the same time"

- "'Not My President!' Then move to some other country where he is not your president"

- "This Blog Is A No Threat Zone"

- Supporting underrated characters

- Supporting underrated pairings

- Supporting rarer material that is not mainstream

- Seiyuu and other foreign voice acting

- "Fanboys and fangirls are both annoying" or similar statements

- "Hate a work? That's your problem" or similar statements

- “Not all Christians are hateful towards gays; not all gays are hateful towards Christians”

- Current news unreported by mainstream media

Sonic The Hedgehog:

- Sonic X (styles and retroactive design is welcome)

* Bilingual Sonic

* Fake screenshots

* Sonic and Shadow

* Maria Robotnik

* Adventure 1 and 2

* Original vs. 4Kids

* Metarex

* Molly

* Scourge The Hedgehog

* Black Arms

* AOSTH characters (including Catty Carlisle, Breezie, and Katella The Huntress)

* Sonic Forces characters (including Infinite The Jackal)

* Fan characters

* Transformers in Sonic X style

- Shadow The Hedgehog (2005)

* Firearms

* Vehicles

* Lyrics to theme songs

* Karma meter

* Japanese version

* Screenshots

- Fan character Eggman badniks

- Chaos Emeralds (more colors besides the SEVEN)

- Seiyuu and English-speaking voice actor comparisons

- Sonic OVA

* Sara (Sera)

* Old Man Owl

* Planet Freedom

* Sonic vs. Metal Sonic

* Sonic X characters in OVA style

* Shadow The Hedgehog

- Green Hill Zone in many variations

- Other zones such as Spring Yard Zone and Lava Reef Zone

- Babylon Rogues

* Jet The Hawk

* Wave The Swallow

* Storm The Albatross

* Sonic X style

- Silver as a Sonadow fan child

- Archie vs. Fleetway vs. IDW

- Controversy memes

- Shadow mpreg (usually in regards to Sonadow or even Mephadow (though I don't ship the latter))

- Fan character creators

- Katella The Huntress

- Female villains and badniks

- Classic style of characters

- Planet Mobius

- Shadow, Silver, and Scourge as werehogs

- Cosmo The Seedrian

Transformers:

- The Transformers: The Movie (1986)

- Super Robot Lifeform Transformers Legends Of The Microns (Transformers: Micron Legend)

- Transformers: Superlink

- Transformers: Galaxy Force

- Transformers G1 Japanese canon

* Transformers Scramble City (1986)

* Transformers Headmasters (1987-1988)

* Transformers Super-God Masterforce (1988-1989)

* Transformers Victory (1989)

* Transformers Zone (1990)

- Armada characters with Micron Legend names

- Energon characters with Superlink names

- Cybertron characters with Galaxy Force names

- Armada Demolishor

- Armada Thrust

- Armada Tidal Wave

- Armada Hot Shot (in new coloration)

- Energon Prime Force

- Energon Wing Saber

- Energon Mirage

- Energon Shockblast (should be Shockwave, because he pays homage to G1 Shockwave)

- Cybertron Soundwave

- Cybertron Thunderblast

- Cybertron Landmine

- Cybertron Thundercracker

- Ironhide

* G1

* Micron Legend/Armada (the only incarnation of Ironhide that is a Decepticon)

* Prime

* Bumblebee (2018)

- Springer

* G1

* Superlink/Energon (although he pays homage to his G1 counterpart, he is not a Triple Changer)

* Live-action versions

- Chromia

* G1

* Galaxy Force/Cybertron (the only incarnation of Chromia that is a Decepticon)

- Laserbeak (G1)

- Armada characters in G1 style

- Armada characters in Bumblebee (2018) style, and vice versa

- G1 show fake screenshots

- Armada fake screenshots

- Stunticons and Menosaur

- Aerialbots and Superion

- Omega Supreme

* G1

* Superlink/Galaxy Force

- Controversy memes

- Fan character creators

- Sam Witwicky and Mikaela Banes

- Alice (ROTF)

- Charlie Watson

- Shatter and Dropkick

- Tina Lark (2018 Bumblebee film)

- Female Decepticons and villains

- Blackout (Transformers 2007 film)

- Barricade (Transformers 2007 film)

- G1 meets Armada

- Blitzwing (G1)

- Predaking (G1)

- Seiyuu and English-speaking voice actor comparisons (especially the Unicron Trilogy)

- More combiner robots

- Crossovers or stand-alone fan media with humongous Mecha piloted by humans

- Talaria (G1 episode: The God Gambit)

- Transformers with Pontiac Firebird Trans Am alt-modes

Mecha Anime:

- Beast King Golion

- Armoured Fleet Dairugger XV

- Lightspeed Electroid Albegas

- Gatchaman

- Raideen

* Yusha Raideen (Raideen The Brave)

* Chouja Raideen (Raideen The Superior)

- Galaxy Express 999

- Space Battleship Yamato

- Star Musketeer Bismarck (Saber Rider And The Star Sheriffs)

- Zoids

- Mighty Orbots

- GaoGaiGar

- Macross/Mospeda

- Space Runaway Ideon

- Queen Millenia (does it count as a Mecha anime?)

- Ergo Proxy (Autoreivs may count as mecha, since they are robots)

- Starship Troopers (OAV)

- Crossovers (including with Transformers)

- Original Mecha artwork as well as stories

Spore:

- Creatures

* Paleozoic Era creatures

* Mesozoic Era creatures

* Cenozoic Era creatures

* Megafauna

* Passenger pigeon

* Echidna

* Skunk

* Peafowl

* Kitsune

* Owl

* Falcon

* Sonic The Hedgehog characters

* Star Trek style characters

* Animal crossbreeds

* Creepy And Cute parts pack

* Underwater creatures

* SporeMaster (extra parts for creatures including extra wings, movable tails, whiskers, and tentacles)

- Flora

* Pine tree

* Plants with black trunks and green or blue leaves

* Berry bush

* Palm tree-like plants

* Cherry blossom

* Eyeball plants

* Succulent plants

* Groundcover

* Fluffy plants

* Water plants

* Fungi

- Planets, moons, and stars

- Cells and microbes

- Early creatures

- Land, Air, and Water vehicles

- UFO's that look like fighter jets

- Realistic-looking wildlife and planets

- Asteroids and meteors

- Robots and Mecha

- Comets

- Galaxies

- Fonts

- Humanoid creatures

- Planetary landscapes

- Screenshots

Ships And Pairings:

- Sonic The Hedgehog

* Sonadow (Sonic seme x Shadow uke)

* Sonourge/Scouronic (Scourge seme x Sonic uke)

* Manamy (Manic x Amy)

* Salamy (Sally Acorn x Amy Rose)

* Wavouge (Wave x Rouge)

* Chriselen (Chris Thorndyke x Helen)

* Metandroid (Metal Sonic x Shadow Android)

* Jetave (Jet x Wave)

* Infiniles/Mephinite (Infinite x Mephiles)

* Geoffershey (Geoffrey x Hershey)

* Scourgiona (Scourge x Fiona)

* Juladette (Jules x Bernadette)

* Soneezie (Sonic x Breezie)

* Eggella (Eggman x Katella)

* Robotara/Eggera (Dr. Robotnik x Sara)

* Knuxikal (Knuckles x Tikal)

- Transformers

* Ironromia (Ironhide x Chromia)

* Infernalert (Inferno x Red Alert)

* Ironratch (Ironhide x Ratchet)

* Optilita-1 (Optimus Prime x Elita-1)

* Hotarcee (Hot Rod x Arcee)

* Springarcee (Springer x Arcee)

* Shocksound (Shockwave x Soundwave)

* Optihide (Optimus Prime x Ironhide)

* Bumblecliff (Bumblebee x Cliffjumper)

* Megabird (Megatron x Nightbird)

* Blitztrain (Blitzwing x Astrotrain)

* Wreckancy (Wreck-Gar x Nancy)

* Cyclonourge (Cyclonus x Scourge)

* Hotolishor (Hot Shot x Demolishor); Ironrod/Hothide (Hot Rod x Ironhide)

* Starclonus (Starscream x Cyclonus); Starsand/Sandscream (Starscream x Sandstorm)

* Starshot (Starscream x Hot Shot); Starrod (Starscream x Hot Rod)

* Hotjack (Hot Shot x Wheeljack); Hotpage (Hot Rod x Rampage)

* Democlonus (Cyclonus x Demolishor); Sandhide (Sandstorm x Ironhide)

* Radexis (Rad x Alexis); Radexa (Rad x Alexa)

* Siderust (Sideways x Thrust); Doublerust (Doubleface x Thrust)

* Blurshot (Blurr x Hot Shot); Silverrod (Silverbolt x Hot Rod)

* Demolihide/Ironmolishor (Demolishor x Ironhide); Ironbuster/Roadhide (Ironhide x Roadbuster)

* Ironwing (Ironhide x Wing Saber); Roadsaber (Roadbuster x Wing Saber)

* Winglock (Wing Dagger x Padlock)

* Galvarage (Galvatron x Mirage); Galvafleet (Galvatron x Shockfleet)

* Tidaldagger/Saberage (Tidal Wave/Mirage x Wing Dagger/Wing Saber); Shockwing (Shockwave/Shockfleet x Wing Dagger/Wing Saber)

* Starwave/Starrage (Starscream x Tidal Wave/Mirage); Starshock (Starscream x Shockwave/Shockfleet)

* Demolisaber (Demolishor x Wing Saber); Ironwing (Ironhide x Wing Saber)

* Bulkclonus (Bulkhead x Cyclonus); Springstorm (Springer x Sandstorm)

* Starblast (Starscream x Thunderblast); Starromia (Starscream x Chromia)

* Charemo/Memarlie (Charlie x Memo)

* Shattopkick (Shatter x Dropkick)

* Wheelarcee (Wheeljack x Arcee)

- Whoever you think need more recognition; there is too many to count.

Crossovers:

- Sonic The Hedgehog x Transformers

* Sonic games x G1

* AOSTH x G1

* SatAM x G1

* Sonic OVA x Headmasters

* Underground x RID (Car Robots)

* Sonic X x G1

* Sonic X x Armada (Micron Legend)

* Sonic X x Energon (Superlink)

* Sonic X x Cybertron (Galaxy Force)

* Sonic games x Unicron Trilogy

* Archie Comics x IDW

* Fleetway x Shattered Glass

* Sonic games x Shattered Glass

* Archie Comics x Animated

* Sonic Boom x Prime

* Sonic Boom x War For Cybertron/Fall Of Cybertron

* Sonic Mania x Bumblebee (2018)

* Sonic Forces x Cyberverse

* Sonic Forces x Bumblebee (2018)

* Team Sonic Racing x RID (2015)

* IDW crossover

* Sonic live-action (2019- ) x Bayformers (2007-2017)

- Transformers x Voltron

* G1 x Voltron: Defender Of The Universe

* Armada x Voltron Force

* Unicron Trilogy x Voltron (1984-1986)

* Headmasters x Voltron (1984-1986)

* Victory x Voltron (1984-1986)

* Cyberverse x Voltron: Legendary Defender

- Alien (1979-2017) x Avatar (2009 film)

- 24 x Transformers (2007)

- Top Gun (1986) x Stealth (2005)

- The Final Countdown (1980) x Top Gun (1986)

- Transformers G1 x Armada

- Transformers G1 x Energon

- Transformers G1 x Bumblebee (2018)

- Transformers IDW x Dreamwave

- Transformers Armada x War For Cybertron

- Sonic OVA x Sonic X

- AOSTH x Sonic X

- AOSTH x SatAM

- AOSTH x Underground

- SatAM x Underground

- SatAM x Sonic X

- Underground x Sonic X

- Sonic Universe crossovers

- Transformers Universe crossovers

Aliens And Extraterrestrial Life:

- Plants

- Fungi

- Bacteria

- Mammals

- Birds

- Reptiles

- Dinosaur-like animals

- Amphibians

- Fish

- Insects

- Arrachnids

- Worms

- Mollusks

- Crustaceans

- Autotrophs (plant animals)

- Humanoids

- Xenomorphs

- Algae

- Hybrids and crossbreeds

- Technology

1980's:

- Advertisements

- Fonts

- Chrome

- Movie posters

- Art

- Stock footage

- Computer graphics (early CGI)

- Music and soundtracks

- Cars

- Aircraft

- MTV

- Merchandises

- J-Pop and J-Rock

- 78 RPM and LP vinyl records

- Walkman

- Hairstyles

- Musical instruments (such as synthesizers and drum machines)

Patterns And Textures:

- Memphis-style

- Terrain

- Ocean and sea

- Flowers

- Space

- Faceted

- Planet texture maps

- Sand

- Snow

- Dirt

- Ice

- Sonic patterns

- Transformers patterns

- Geometric

- Grid

- Feathers

Media Reviews:

- Transformers Unicron Trilogy (both Japanese and English)

- Plane and fighter jet films

- 1980's TV shows

- Bumblebee (2018)

- Sonic X (original Japanese version with English subtitles is preferable)

- Voltron: Defender Of The Universe

- G1 MLP TV specials, movie, and series

- Any anime and manga review

- Software and hardware

- Regarding fan media

- Memes in general

- TV Tropes

- Wikipedia

- Conservapedia and RationalWiki (not just negative reviews for Conservapedia, and not just positive reviews for RationalWiki, either; balance them out, see if they have any good points; what are they both right or wrong on?)

- DeviantArt

- Tumblr (the website you are in)

Movies:

- Top Gun (1986)

- The Final Countdown (1980)

- Avatar (2009)

- Alien vs. Predator media (1979-2017)

- 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)

- 2010: The Year We Make Contact (1984)

- Terminator (1984-2019)

- Stealth (2005)

- Legend Of The Guardians: The Owls Of Ga'hoole (2010)

- Cobra (1986)

- Judge Dredd (1995)

- Total Recall (1990)

- Demolition Man (1993)

- Any Garfield TV specials (1982-1991)

- The Land Before Time films (1988-2016)

- Animal Farm (any film or TV show)

- Dragonheart (1996)

- Dirty Dancing (1987)

- Strictly Ballroom (1992)

- Die Hard films (1988-2013)

- Iron Eagle (1986-1994)

- Young Guns (1988-1990)

- The Lost Boys (1987)

- Flatliners (1990, 2017)

- Any direct-to-video film

TV Shows:

- 24 (2001-2010, 2014)

- La Femme Nikita (1997-2001)

- The X Files (1993-2002)

- The Dukes Of Hazard (1979-1985)

- Mr. Ed (1961-1966)

- Any Lucille Ball show

- Stranger Things (2016- )

- The 100 (2014- )

- Knight Rider franchise (1982-2000)

- G.I Joe (1985-1987)

- Hercules: The Legendary Journeys

- Xena: Warrior Princess

- Star Trek franchise

- Star Blazers (1979-1984)

- Voltron (1984-1986)

- Buck Rogers In The 25th Century (1979-1981)

- Battle Of The Planets (1978-1985)

Videogames And Computer Games:

- Halo (1999-2014)

- Sins Of A Solar Empire (2008)

- E.V.O.: Search For Eden (1992)

- Darkspore (2011)

- Unreal (1998-2014)

- Half-Life (1998-2003)

- Age Of Empires (1997- )

- SimCity (2013- )

- Crazy Taxi (1999-2007)

- Nier series (2010-2017)

- Flow (2006)

- Diablo (1996-2017)

- Flicky (1984)

- Ecco The Dolphin (1992)

- Classic Pac-man games (1980-1984)

- Let’s-plays for videogames lesser known in mainstream

- Any fan game

Books And Novels:

- Dragonriders Of Pern

- The Space Trilogy (1938-1945)

- Dune series

- Red Mars Trilogy (Kim Stanley Robinson)

- The Dark Tower (1977)

- The Maze Runner series

- The Chronicles Of Narnia

- Any book and short story by Robert Heinlein

- Bright Lights, Big City

- Space Odyssey (Arthur C. Clarke)

- Guardians Of Ga'hoole

- Watership Down

- The Plague Dogs

- The Rescuers series (Margery Sharp)

- A Brother's Price (Wen Spencer)

- Diary Of A Wimpy Kid

- Any book by Isaac Asimov

Comics:

- Any webcomic you consider underrated

- Older Garfield comic strips before 2006

- Hyperbole And A Half

- Your own comics

Music And Soundtrack:

- Rush

- Kenny Loggins

- Karen Guys

- Laura Brannigan

- Pat Benetar

- Bon Jovi

- A-Ha

- Rick Astley

- Anime songs

- Off Course

- Brian Eno and Roxy Music

- Collective Soul

- Owl City

- Dead Can Dance

- Cheap Trick

- The Cars

- Cyndi Lauper

- Heart

- Hailee Steinfeld

Fandom:

- Any Sonic shipping fandom

- Transformers Armada (Micron Legend)

- Transformers Energon (Superlink)

- Transformers Cybertron (Galaxy Force)

- AI (artificial intelligence and computers)

- Female villain fandoms

- Seiyuu

- Fighter jets and military helicopters

- Classic cars

- Mecha anime

- Any religious fandom (not that I am religious myself)

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adalhied-prime · 5 years

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Rating: T for Teen Fandom: Transformers (Bay Movies) Characters: Alison Witwicky (OFC), Bumblebee, Mikaela Banes, Optimus Prime, Megatron, Asami Stark (OFC), Miles Lancaster, Barricade, Arcee, Seymour Simmons, Other Autobots, Other Decepticons, Other Humans, Ships: Alison Witwicky (OFC)/Mikaela Banes, Other Minor Ships Tags: Self-Insert, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, [[ Basically Ro saying “Fuck Canon!” ]], [[ But not a magic fix fic cause Alison makes mistakes ]], [[ And some will bite her in the ass eventually ]], Eventual Polyamory, Eventual Xeno

Summary: When I woke up with a chihuahua barking in my face, I knew things were not as they should be, but waking up in the place of Sam Witwicky at the start of the Transformers movie? Completely insane. But, I’m here, and I know the bad route things will take if I stick to the canon. So let’s see if I can change things for the better with some help from a certain magical cube.

Chapter 13: Hatchlings

In which Alison becomes a mom

I couldn't make my face react to my emotions, with the AllSpark currently in control, but if I could, I'm certain it would look something like Optimus's right now, stunned shock.

"H-Hatchlings, my lady?" he asked.

"~Yes, the last of my children. Created during the Battle of Mission City, though not intentionally.~" As She spoke, images flipped past my mind's eye. Me running down the street, a car coming right at me, dodging left only to run right into the hood of the Escalade, crashing to the sidewalk, the pulse of AllSpark energy, the screams behind me as I took off again and a vending machine, an X-box, and the Escalade came to life.

"That-That was a month ago!" I managed to break through and say. "How can we be certain they're still alive?"

"~Hatchlings are sturdier than you would think,~" the AllSpark said, taking over again. "~As well, their instinct is to hide until a suitable mentor appears, so they have kept out of the humans' sight.~"

"Slag, real hatchlings?" Barricade asked and I/She looked up at him. "How do you expect to find them?"

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v-era-18 · 1 year

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HoneyBee

(Bumblebee x Black Reader)

Prologue: Bittersweet

‘The driver doesn't pick the car, the car picks the driver’-Bobby Bolivia

“Please! Please! Please tell me the story again! I even brushed my teeth without you asking!” The young girl hopped on her bed, the bedsheets were a print of stars while the soft blankets were black in contrast to the white. Her smile showed the missing tooth in the top front, hair styled in twists with barrettes adorning the ends. “You promised if I was good you’d tell me again!”

An older dark skinned man walked in, his hair gray with strays of white. His smile was straight and genuine, pulling up at the corners of his eyes. He seemed to have come home from work, tie undone with brown slacks and suspenders over his dressed shirt.

The room itself was something to behold, a treasure chest filled with teddy bears were at the foot of the queen bed , the frame was metal, old style in white. By the window in place was an old bronze telescope, the girl had a habit of staying up at night looking at the night sky. Not only was she able to identify all the constellations, she was able to tell you how far each one was. The room was decorated in astronomy paraphernalia, for a moment you’d think all of this was for a teens room at first glance. However one look to the left and you would see the array of child drawings that belongs to the ten year old.

“Hold on, I’m coming hold your horses,” the man went to the bookshelf by the other window and pulled out an old notebook, withered and torn. “I’ve told you this story so many times, I’m sure you could tell the story to yourself in order to fall asleep.” He teased.

(Y/n) stuck out her tongue at the man playfully, letting out a yelp when he casted her a warning glare before sitting at the side of the bed. She made herself quick to be situated under the covers, her lamp illuminating her brown skin in honey hues as her smile never left. These were the nights she looked up to the most. After a long day at school annoying the english teacher about the galaxy, she'd eat dinner and listen to her favorite story.

She glanced down at the leather ripped book, “Can I have it?,” Her question was a bit hesitant, afterall her grandfather told her the notebook had been with him since he was eighteen.

Each time he pulled the book from the high shelf she felt a bit of jealousy yet curious as to why he always had it out of her reach; It wasn’t like she hadn’t glanced in the book before. There had been many times where she sat back and looked at the side notes outside of the lined margins. It was a shame it wasn’t in english. The letters-or what she assumed were letters-look weird from what she was used to.

She guessed it was either French or Japanese, since her grandmother spoke fluently in both. Nana taught her the basics of the languages with writing and speaking, but not reading, it would take her a while to learn. So for now, she'd have to leave those notes unread.

Her grandfather looked at the girl, a soft look taking on his features, “(Y/n), there's so much I will leave you besides this dear book,” He took his time to run his thumb through the pages with a quick move of the wrist, “It holds a lot of history. Stories have history that must be told so that they are never lost, and the life lessons that it brings along with it.” The smile was gone, instead replaced with a grime expression as he looked down at a certain page he never read from, it was at the very end.

“It’s best to never read an ending. After all you can determine your own ending if you so desire.” He said that so many times to her when reading this story, not only did he do this with this one, but the larger notebook as well. The larger book was one for occasions when she felt down or out of place at school.

It was hard being different at her school. Not only was she not interested in certain aspects girls liked most of the time, but she was outcasted after expressing her love for robots. The teacher was even a bit concerned, calling her Nana after noticing she started to show ‘boyish’ tendencies instead of hanging around the girls. It wasn’t like she didn’t try , she was only expressing her love for the unknown. Not only that but the stories she would tell had the kids on the edge of their seat-that was the time her classmates loved her; The stories stopped abruptly the teacher said they were too violent and stopped the evening story times she had with the class. Talking about war in a story wasn’t something a kid should be telling, especially when it came down to a planet possibly dying due to destruction.

Her grandparents didn’t yell at her, in fact when they left the office they took her out for a nice dinner; and instead of her grandfather telling her a story, for the first time her Nana did. Instead of the book she was used to, her Nana held a larger thicker leather bound book with weird lettering on the cover.

The story was different hearing it from her Nana, it was empowering to say the least. It was at that time she wondered how her parents might have read to her if they were still alive.

“History is boring!” The childish demeanor was back again, a frown placed at how serious everything seemed, “Especially since it happened in the past, how could it really impact our future?”

“It can in many ways. I hated studying history growing up, but over time you realize how important it really is in everyday life.”

He grabbed her nose, cutting off her full exhale of attitude. She giggled and tried to swat the hand away at the teased punishment. Once she settled down the book was placed in her lap for the first time. She gasped in excitement, hesitant to place her hands on the worn leather, she looked back up at him in surprise.

“Let's try something different tonight sweetpea,” he scooted her over a bit in the bed and sat right beside her, gesturing to the book. “I've read this book to you enough times by now for you to read it back to me with no problem-hell you even-”

“You said a bad word-!”

“I did?! PopPop is sorry.”

She bubbled a laugh as he looked at the door hoping his wife didn't hear.

“As I was saying, this story is your favorite amongst the others I've told you. And I'm glad as this story is very important to this family,” He rubbed her head with endearment before gazing back down at the book, “It's time for you to be the next storyteller, let's start practicing now.”

With an encouraging smile from her pops (Y/n) placed her hands on the book, it felt wonderful against her small hands that would soon grow accustomed to the feel as if it was second nature. At last she opened it, the words of the first page were unreadable, all scripted in a different language, she took notice of the letter-like sleeve on the left side against the book's backing. Ignoring it for now she turned the page finally seeing the fist of letters that she could read. She looked back up in excitement, her grandfather matched her smile, a look saying ‘go on’.

She did, saying the first lines of the book that would change her life forever.

“There once was a planet by the name of Cybertron-”

~✯~

The class was silent for a moment, listening ast the girl finished her story with great suspense. It was one of the stories about a knight falling in love with a woman who resembled his late wife, the time period was one that resembled King Arthur. Since it was fantasy and only gave off an allegorical narrative she really couldn’t provide an actual period of when it took place.

The tone was filled with sorrow and despair as she read the final lines. After all, she wanted this A. They asked for a geology report of her family, and so she gave it with pride.

“His breath was taken with the wisp of the cold cold air, as Anna's cries could be heard on the battlefield. The cries were short, a man who dealt the blade within her lover's chest would soon succumb to the same fate. A butterfly landed on the decapitated head of the red haired girl, the soldier muttering one thing , ‘pretty’” (Y/n) looked up, closing the brown leather storybook with the letters ‘(L/N)’ engraved. “This concludes my report on my grandfathers-”

“You can’t end it like that!”

Her head shot up at a girl's statement in the back, she wanted to shrink under the popular girl's stare. She clearly enjoyed the story, but did not like the ending. The girl had her arms on the desk, long hair cascading down her shoulders with a tank that showed off a bit more than what (Y/n) was confident enough to show in a school setting.

Ah, Mikaela. The girl everyone found to be a mystery.

“You killed both of them-!”

“It's based on historic events,” Y/n got down from the desk she sat on top of, adjusting her lowrise jeans and harley davidson shirt she thrifted not too long ago, it was cut into a crop top that rested right along the waist, “Not everything back then was fine and dandy. Many people-including lovers-died horrendous deaths due to suspicion and fear. When me and Pops decided on the plot it started to make more sense to end with the lovers in a tragedy, after all-,” she looked the girl in the eyes, gaze never wavering, “the best stories are ones to learn from.”

Mikaela sat back in her seat, a bit of a pout laying her lips, “You do have a point, if Layton never told his friend about Anna they both would have never been followed by the groundskeeper-”

A cough cut off their conversation, (Y/n) looked back at her teacher who was clearly trying to get the last presentation over and done with.

“Thank you so much Miss (L/n) for the amazing presentation as always, I would prefer however that you try to keep the stories to the very end of class to avoid so many questions about the characters you've created,” He was giving her that look again, scanning over her posture before landing direct eye contact with a smirk. She instead looked away and tried to focus on the applause she received for her presentation, “Not that I mind them though, I encourage you to bring them and read to me-me and the class more often when your not as busy-”

“Well sir that would be possible if this wasn’t my last class with you since we’re graduating this year-”

“Ah yes, I forgot for a moment,” The class erupted to a fit of whispers and giggles, it was no secret, this man had no shame. He had a habit of flirting with the girls in the class and unfortunately she was one of them. She hurriedly grabbed her notebook and beat up sling bag before heading to her seat.

“Witwicky! You're up!”

(Y/n) smiled as her childhood friend walked passed in order to get in front of the class. She took the time to adjust her scarf on her head positioning the high afro puff to sit nicely. It took most of the morning to look this good, sometimes she'd just let the afro be and cover half of her face, but since today was the last presentation before graduation she had to look as good as possible. Although she did get some unwanted attention, Trent was basically gesturing to his friends about her the whole time she was speaking.

Usually she wouldn’t care, however the way his girlfriend and the class took notice had her on edge. To be honest (Y/n) hadn’t expected Mikaela to even acknowledge her existence after gaining her boyfriend's attention, but instead she seemed genuinely interested in her story.

Maybe Sam was right to like her a bit, she was being too overprotective of her friend, afterall out of the two of them; (Y/n) was always the responsible one to her dismay.

(Y/n) watched as Sam dumped the contents on the desk in front, “Sorry I have a lot of stuff…” she sighed a bit anxious as she watched Trent whisper something to Mikaela before flicking Sam in the face with a rubber band. A scowl made its way on her face, leaning back in the seat.

‘How old are we?! Six?!’

“Who did-who did that?! People. Responsibility.”

Sam took a breath, looking around the class before landing his eyes on his friend, “Um-so for my family's geology report I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather-” a few chuckles could be heard as he looked around again, hands sweaty and all, “He was a famous man-Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer-in fact he was one of the first to explore the arctic circle, along with a young man by the name of (GG/n) (L/n)-which is a big deal!”

Many people including Trent and Mikaela looked at her in shock. (Y/n) simply stared back with a coy smile edging it’s way on her face. It was no surprise that Sam included both of their grandparents in the report, after all that’s how their friendship began, through family relationships.

Sam shot her a smile as he grabbed the map and showed it to the class, “In 1897, he took forty-two brave sailors to the arctic shelf,” (Y/n) remembered when she was eleven-Sam twelve- as her grandfather told them about how both their great grandparents tried to get through the ice. The way he put it about hers is that he simply hated being in the cold ,but since Archibald treated him so well as his assistant he managed even in the worst times, “That’s the story right?”

(Y/n) nodded her head, internearly pleased that Sam summed it up pretty well from what they practiced. “-And here we have basic instruments and tools used by nineteenth century seamen-“ the class broke out into laughter, even though she tried her best not to indulge in the immature nature of her classmates-a hit of a smile wobbled on her lips.

The teacher flashed a ‘stop’ sign silencing them, “- And this here is the quadrant which you can get for eighty bucks-this is all for sale by the way! L-like the sextant here-“ another round of laughter, this time she let out a giggle, “-this is a bargain, everything is pretty cool. These are my grandfather's glasses, I haven’t quite got them appraised yet-but they’ve seen many cool things-“

“Are you going to sell me his liver? Mr Witwicky, this isn’t ‘show and sell’ in the 12th grade. I don’t think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you’re doing-“

“I know I’m sorry-you know this is all towards my car fund. You can tell your folks it’s on ebay! I take PayPal, hard cash works too-a-and it makes a g-great gift for Columbus Day-“

“Sam!”

(Y/n) held her hand over her mouth, trying so hard to stop the eruption of laughter to spill from her throat.

‘He can’t be serious right now! This wasn’t the plan!’

“-S-sorry um, unfortunately my great grandfather-the genius that he was- winded up going blind and crazy. He ended up in the psych ward saying he saw strange symbols, and going on about some giant ice man that he thought he saw-,” The bell cut him off before he could finish much to her dismay.

Her grandfather never told her that part, he always told them about the travel through the arctic, but not Witwicky seeing a ‘giant ice man’. She’d have to ask more later about that and the symbols on the papers he held up that she was all too familiar with.

“Okay! There might be a pop quiz tomorrow! Might not! Sleep in fear tonight!”

The class started to clear out, she got a few murmurs of compliments about her family’s history as she packed at her desk, throwing the bag on her shoulder as she watched Sam still trying to sell those damn glasses.

‘Give it up Samuel, you know no one is going to want that damn thing.’

To be honest she found it disrespectful, especially since he knew she basically incorporated most of her grandfather's clothes into her everyday life. She even made her own quilt out of his shirts for her Nana not so long ago. The patches on her old bag were one of his dress shirts.

Sam stood in front of his teacher, an awkward smile playing on his face, “Okay? Pretty good right?” (Y/n) slowly came back up to the front, but not too close to give them enough space with their conversation.

“Uhhh, I’d say a solid B minus.”

Sam dropped the act, “A B minus?!”

“You were hocking your great-grandfather's crap in my class-“

“Kids enjoy-look could you do me a favor please?! Look out the window for a second and see my father. He’s the guy in the green car,” The brown skinned girl followed the teacher's gaze outside where Mr. Witwicky was waiting for them, “okay-let me tell you about a dream. A boy's dream, and a man’s promise to that boy. He looked him in the eyes and said ‘son imma buy you a car, and I want you to bring me two thousand dollars in three days’. Okay? I had two thousand in two days.”

“Now here’s that two thousand and here’s that B minus-“ Sam made an explosion with his hands, (Y/n) trying her best not to clown him and decided to leave . “Dream gone.” The teacher looked back at Sam after he watched Y/n close the door behind her.

“Sir, just ask yourself. What would Jesus do?”

(Y/n) made her way towards the green car outside, her notebook in hand ready to jot down the new symbols she saw from Sam's report today. She looked up and saw her friend's dad, arms crossed as he sat in the driver's seat. “Afternoon, Mr Witwicky!”

Ron let out a sigh at (Y/n)’s greeting, “ (Y/n) how many times have I told you? Please call me Ron?”

“Sorry sir-Ron, how was work?”

“It was alright, not too busy today, I’m ready to go home and lay around on the couch. Unfortunately for me if my boy comes out with an A my bank account is gonna bleed.”

The girl laughed lightly before shaking her head, she turned her attention back to the entrance where Sam came bounding out with a big smile.

“Looks like it’s gonna need stitches”

“ Yes!” Sam hoped in the car, (Y/n) following suit in the backseat, she made sure to put her pencil and book away. Last time she let her pen out she accidentally scratched the leather seat, Ron said it was okay but she felt like he was only trying to be nice since he saw how much it scared her.

“I got an A minus!” He showed his dad the paper as he looked at it in confirmation, “good?”

“You’re good.”

Sam pumped his fist into the air in triumph, he looked back and flashed her a smile. She gave an encouraging thumbs up. “Finally, you can drive me around, so I won’t bother your dad anymore-“

“How many times have I told you, you’re not bothering me young lady!” Ron glared at her through the rearview mirror.

“Right, sorry!”

“Didn’t you say you’re looking for a car with me?” Sam questioned.

It was true she saved up eight thousand dollars for a car so far. She was really proud of herself and the amount of discipline she had to endure. However she was hesitant due to Nana growing older, she wanted a form of comfort for her grandmother while she was away. She thought of getting her a service dog with a low temperament, and not too big. But they always seemed so expensive, especially to get them trained. So she wanted to work some more, but if she saw her dream car today? She’d drop the check on the salesman’s desk.

“I am. I’m just thinking about saving a bit more, but if I find one today that’s good too.”

The drive wasn’t that far, in fact (Y/n ) wanted to exhale the moment they didn’t stay at the expensive dealership. The joke Ron pulled earlier was hard not to laugh at, she knew first cars weren’t supposed to be a luxury. However, taking a look at the car's disheveled appearances at the one they pulled up at, she understood Sam's frustration.

“Here?! No no no, what is this? You said half a car not half a piece of crap dad!”

“When I was your age I’d be happy with four wheels and an engine.”

(Y/n) looked around, spotting a black and yellow camaro pulling into one of the parking spaces. She looked on in envy, whoever had that one was so lucky.

“Okay let me say something to you. Have you seen a forty year old virgin?”

“Yeah.”

“That-that’s what this is,” he gestured over to one car, “and that’s fifty year old virgin”

“Okay.”

“You want me to live that life? Hm?”

“To be honest Sam these cars are not that bad,” (Y/n) spoke up, he looked at her in frustration, “They just need a bit of tlc. Plus if the girl doesnt even have her own car, what right does she have to complain about yours?”

“You're supposed to be on my side! None of these are going to get me any girls-“

“Look at all of them before drawing that conclusion. No sacrifice, no victory. ” Ron cut in.

“Yeah yeah, the old Witwicky motto.” Sam waved him off.

“Gentlemen and my dear sister! Bobby Bolivia, like the country except without the runs!” The African American male laughed upon his greeting shaking Ron’s hand, “How may I help ya?”

“Looking to buy his first car, and she’s looking around as well.”

Bobby turned his attention to Sam, “You came to see me?”

“Had too-“ He jerked his leg back after (Y/n) kicked his ankle, a silent ‘don’t be rude’.

“That there makes us family. Uncle Bobby B baby! Uncle Bobby B!,” he held out his hand, Sam took it and told his name.

Bobby looked at her , “And you sister?” She took his hand in a firm handshake, “(Y/n)”

“Aight, let me talk to ya! Sam, (Y/n), your first day of freedom is right there underneath,” the girl focused on the cute yellow beetle in front, missing the black and yellow camaro pulling in right beside it , “Let me tell you something son-sister; the driver doesn’t pick the car ,the car picks the driver. It’s a mystical bond between man and machine.”

‘Can I befriend a robot PopPop?!’

‘You can, there’ll always be a bond between man and machine’

“Son-sister, I’m a lot of things, but liars aren’t one of them.”

“I believe you.” The three men looked at the girl, her gaze excited from the words he’d spoken. How could she forget something her grandfather expressed frequently when she was younger? She was practically waiting for this moment.

She looked from the beetle as she saw Sam head towards the black striped car with a yellow base. (Y/n) left the beetle, the adventure she once pictured long forgotten, and a new picture emerged with her reading and writing in the black leather seated vehicle.

“This one got racing stripes.”

Bobby sounded confused at Sam's words as the two of them examined the car. The boy looked over at her, cocking a brow. “What do you think?”

“I love it.” She whispered, peering her head through the open window. The interior was a bit dirty, but she knew how to get stains out and a good day of washing will do them good.

(Y/n) opened the car door and got in, ignoring how Sam listened in on Bobby’s and Mannys conversation about it. She gripped the handles of the car, running her hands up and down, getting a good feel. Looking up, a signature disco ball and bumblebee hung over the rearview. It was fitting for the car, the colors were practically the colors of the insect adding character. She paused looking at the logo in the middle, rubbing her thumb over the horn she gasped.

(Y/n) shot out of the car as if it was hell itself, her breathing was labored, eyes frantic as she stared at the wheel through the car door. She’s seen that symbol so many times, her lips wobbled as if she wanted to cry. It was a wave of nostalgia that scared her to hop out of the car. There was no way the old owner had heard the story before, unless they had and wanted the car to remind them of it each day.

‘the driver doesn't pick the car, the car picks the driver’

Sam looked at her for a moment, before getting in himself , getting a feel before asking the winning question, “How much?”

Bobby put his hands up on the roof in thought, “Well considering the semi classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job-“

“But the paints faded.” (Y/n) interrupted.

“Y-yeah but it’s custom.”

“It’s custom faded?” Sam questioned backing her up.

“Well this is your first car so I don’t expect you two to understand.” Bobby looked at Ron then (Y/n), “Five grand.”

“Naw I’m not paying above four sorry.” Ron responded.

(Y/n)’s heart soars, sure she’d want a smaller price ,but she had the money. She dove in for her checkbook in her backpack .

“Kid, comm’ on get out the car.”

“No no no, you said the car picks the driver!”

“Well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap ass father out the car.” Bobby went over to the beetle she was looking at earlier. “Now this one here for four gs is a beauty!”

She felt a little bad after seeing Sam's dejected expression. He saved up and tried so hard for a car and the one he liked she might take home. She eased her hand from her bag, there had to be another shop that could customize her steering wheel the same way.

‘No. It’s not fair to leave with it, especially if he clearly wanted it first. Let’s look at the cute beetle again.’

Sam angrily got out of the car.

“There’s that fiasco with racing stripes over there?” Ron tried to joke.

“No I don’t want a fiasco racing stripes”

“This is a classic engine right here. I sold a car the other day-“

(Y/n) shot back in shock as the camaros car door hit the beetle a second after she came over to look at it. She looked at Sam and Ron seeing them hold the same expression.

“Jesus! Holy cow, are you alright?”

“No no no worries! I’ll have Manny bang this right out! H-hey Manny! Get your clown cousin and get your hammers and bang this stuff out baby!” Bobby laughed it off.

Walking back over to the camaros window she watched as the radio started to change between stations. She watched in fascination, her lips curving up to a dorky smile.

“Whoa-“

“Now this one’s my favorite! Drove all the way from Alabammy-!”

None of them could’ve prepared themselves for what happened next. An ear piercing sound erupted from the car, glass shards from windows blasted everywhere as they got down to take cover. (Y/n) was the most unlucky as she was right by it, ducking right against the car door trying her best to block out the sound with her hands.

The sound stopped, all of them got up looking at one another. Bobby was the most devastated, she was pretty sure they’d be banned from coming back however the next words that flew through his mouth left her stomach twisting.

“Four thousand!”

‘I guess the car really does choose the driver after all’ She looked back at the camaro, it seemed to be staring back at her, ‘and I guess I’m not that driver’

It was bittersweet.

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