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[native-mex]

Lost

part 1

It was a hot, long, and agonizingly boring day in Smallville, Kansas. My eyes glare at the ceiling of my room as I listened to a battle in Metropolis. My blue tank top rolled up ever so slightly as I moved my right knee, making my shorts rub against each other. 

 I could be in the city fighting alongside my cousin, but disappointingly, I was forced to stay on a farm. It’s not fair; I’m just as strong, if not more than him, yet I’m forced to sit on the sidelines. I growled at the thought of him lecturing me like a father about using my powers rather than a cousin. With my eyes shut and eyebrows pinched in disdain, I sit up and get out of bed.

“This is bull; Kal el can’t treat me like this,” I crumbled out as I marched to my closet, trying not to let my anger get a hold of me so I wouldn’t have to fix the floor again. Rummaging through my clothes, I found a small bag where I kept some stuff when Darkseid manipulated me. 

Hoping to find the tool that could send me somewhere instantly, I found an old bag. Without a second thought, I ripped the bag open and slowly pulled out a boom tube remote, gripping it firmly in my palm. My eyes were stern yet hesitant as I shoved the remote into a backpack filled with clothes and other stuff I needed.

I turned to my window, slid it open, and floated out of my room. Breathing in the fresh air as my hair tosses in the wind. With a big smile, I started to fly towards the woods behind the barn, making sure not to be too close to the farm, not wanting to cause any damage. As I planted my feet on the grass.

“You can’t keep me locked up on a farm forever.” I messed with the remote, tapping on some buttons until a random location appeared. A mischievous smirk twisted on my lips as a boom erupted, making a green portal appear. I didn't even get to fly in as I was sucked into its strong vortex. I hoped to see Metropolis or some familiar place. Still, when I landed on my back unprepared and crushed something underneath me with a grunt, I propped myself up to see nothing but desert and a rocky mountain.

“The hell? Where am I?” I asked as I started to sit up, looking for the remote, only to realize it was the thing that broke my fall.

“fuck!” I shouted out as I tried to grab all the pieces I could. Only to pause when I hear a loud, explosive metal pounding on metal. After cleaning up the broken remains of my boom tube remote, I floated up into the sky. Moving cautiously as I hover over 20 feet in the air over a monstrous cavity in the ground. 

My eyes widen as I see two gigantic robotic beings fighting in the cavity. However, one was slightly shorter than the other, with a yellow and black paint job. The taller one was black and dark purple, with a vibrant red visor trying to land a hit on the yellow guy, only to fail and get some ripped out of its chest. A multitude of cables followed it.

“Ugh, robots,” I grumbled, distrusting robots, as I started to float away only to hear loud, obnoxious beeping. Turning my head down, I saw the yellow bot staring at me with wide, bright blue eyes.

“Bzzu bzzu vroom!” The bot jumped wildly, waving his arms as if trying to grab me, even with the height difference. I felt uncomfortable and not exactly pleased with his actions, so I turned around and bolted away, flying like a bullet.

The yellow, worried, yet ever-so-curious bot slowed down its pace. His blue optics moved like a camera, ensuring it had footage and proof to show the rest of his comrades.

[starzyhoes]

help i have so many transformers oc’s i wanna share on here lmao (no sketches yet tho- BOTS ARE HARD TO DRAW 😥)

[xaytheloser]

Tumblr recommended u to me because I follow the #transformersxReader tag I ACTUALLY followed you because you are autistic like me :D

Autism Unite. :D ;P

AUTISM *explosion*

[thatdorkyauthor]

Hey I see your taking requests, I’ve been having a hard week so if possible can you have starscreamsm soothing his human s/o after they have an anxiety or panic attack after a really exhausting week

If not that’s ok have a good day or night

⛈ Anon

I saw this one after my latest posts and immediately started, I'm so sorry love, for not getting to this earlier. I hope it has been going better for you. I have done a bit of research as I'm not that familiar with anxiety or panic attacks before writing this. Again I'm so sorry. I hope this is to your liking.

Starscream would not know what to do.

Probably would shrug it off at first, not seeing how much it affects you, before realizing how wrong it was and will try to comfort you.

PANIC

Doesn't like the fact that his favorite human on the entire face of the planet earth is having a difficult time.

Will threaten people after you calmed down. HOW DARE they make your life difficult.

Sucks at calming people down but can distract people greatly by talking.

He does his best.

Deadlines, having to see people you didn't like, having to work with said people, things not going the way as planned. You were done. To much had happened, your bucket was full, another droplet would let it overflow. Starscream, hadn't noticed it at first, shrugging it off as just being tired after a long day, and didn't question about it to much, that was until the end of the week. "I'm so sorry dear." He had activated his holoform for you after he realized what was happening. He didn't know how to help, so the first half an hour Starscream frantically tried to find out how to calm you down, which in a way helped but not in the way he had hoped. His attempts failed but it did get your mind off the things that had managed to make you panic.

His arms were wrapped around you as he held you closely on the place he had build for you in his berthroom. Mainly existing from blankets and pillows. 'It will be okay.' He tried. 'Tomorrow will be a new day, a new start of the week. It'll all be better.' He glanced over you, trying to see if his words had any effects, which proved to be difficult as your face was buried in his chest. 'Would it make you feel better if I got rid of those humans for you?' He frowned as you shook your head, how else would he be able to prevent those pesky creatures from bothering you, whether is was with extra work or social activities. 'You being here is enough.' He barely heard you words, but he did and smiled softly. 'Then I'll stay here.' He mumbled softly, somewhat tightening his grip on you. He wasn't planning on letting you go any time soon, at least not until you were feeling better.

[wingwaver]

I love poly TransformersXReader stories cause I have two hands

[native-mex]

space girl

𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓶 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼?

The bright, shining 6:00 a.m. Sun shone brightly on my face, unpleasantly stirring me awake. Limbs and hips twisted in bed, cracking the stiffness from my joints before relaxing again, not wanting to get up, wishing for sleep to drag me back into its warm embrace.

Only the agonizing voice of the alarm that was set for the ungodly hour rang; a groan of irritation rumbled from my throat as I lifted my arm and slammed my fist on the clock, shattering it.

“Damn thing,” I muttered, and sluggishly got out of bed. Walking to the bathroom past the mirror, just to notice how messy my hair was, the nasty feeling of oil that glimmered and lined my scalp as I prepped myself for a shower.

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

Exiting the steamy bathroom in a fresh pair of blue jean shorts, a red flannel top that belonged to Martha, all tied together with black vans, and slightly damp hair. Looking around the empty room, just the furniture. The rush of feeling went through me, yet I must at least be optimistic. Slow steps to the end of the bed where my backpack sits, filled with some precious items I wanted close to me. Too priceless to let travel in a box without me.

Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I left the room and headed downstairs. The smell of Mrs. Martha's big country breakfast filled the air, and my stomach rumbled just from the scent as I rushed in. Quickly grabbing a plate of food, loading it with bacon, eggs, and pancakes, almost missing the sound of Martha's soft chuckle.

“My, you must be hungry, child. Clark was like that when he was a youngster.” Side-eyeing Kal for a second, seeing as his plates were filled to the brim with food like a mountain. 

“Was?” I questioned, amused by the glare he gave me in response 

“Haha, very funny.”

Smirking as I munched down on the food on my plate, I felt normal and peaceful, almost as I finished the last morsel of food, grabbing the dirty dish before Mrs. Kent's frail hands could. I smiled as I watched her get huffy like a grandma wanting to spoil the grandkids. 

Dipping the dish in the warm, crisp sink water as I scrub the sticky syrup and the slight grease of the meat. Lost in the quiet of my mind, which will soon be filled with wild, loud thoughts. Ones that are hard to scrub and wash away with a single cleanse.

“That was great as always, ma. But I think it's time for (y/n) and me to get going. It's a long flight to Nevada.” Ah, right, I almost forgot I had to leave in that short time. My shoulders slumped over in imaginary exhaustion from sitting in a car for 19 hours or carrying a big U-Haul truck above our heads to Nevada. 

“Well, before you two go, I want to give (y/n) something; come with me, dear.” Martha gently grabbed my hand, walking us to a room-separated room, in ‘private,’ hopeful Kal won't peek in or listen from far away. Perking an eyebrow as I watch Martha walk to her closet and pull out a white box. 

Those same ones you would find in clothing stores to box clothes up as a gift. I squinted, trying to sneak a peek with an X-ray, but Mrs. Kent was smart, for she covered whatever it was inside with lead. I let my body relax as I watched her hold the box to her chest before walking back to me.

“I made this for you with a special material I had to get from 'higher up.' I hope you like it.” She finished the sentence by slowly giving me the box and grabbing it from her hands. I was stopped just as I was about to slip the lid off.

“Don't open it here, dear. Clark will be upset if he knows.”

“Why, what is it?”

She only smiled at me with a mischievous glint. “You'll know, now go before he gets suspicious.”

Smiling with a slight chuckle, I walked out of the room with the box close to my chest till I got to my bag and shoved it in there, trying not to break anything as I rushed out the door. Kal standing under the sun, hands on his hips, waiting as I leap off the porch. Bag on my back, trying to avoid the glance he gave to my bag.

Looking around the yard, porch, even where they park the trucks, “Where's my stuff?”

“I took your stuff over there yesterday and last night.”

“So, how are we going to get there?”

A smirk was all I was given as he hovered off the ground, extending a hand to me with a big smile that matched mine. 

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

“Wooooohooooo!!!”

The wind in my hair, the wind messing with my clothes as I fly in the clouds, Kal just laughing in the background. The feeling may be fleeting, but it was freeing. Holding on to the straps that hugged my Shoulders tight as I did little Twirls in the sky, playing with the clouds.

“Careful now, don't want to drop anything.” I just rolled my eyes, wanting to enjoy the feeling of flying; I'm delighted I could do this. It took me off the pain of having to move from the pain of the past. At least for now, I can just enjoy the moment. Closing my eyes, just letting my body flow with the current wind, as I felt the back of my shirt get lifted up in a tight grip, pulling my whole body upwards.

“Hey!”

“You're sinking past the clouds; stay hidden.” Rolling my eyes and huffing as I fly beside him, irritated, but I wasn't going to let that change my mood. In fact, I'm starting to change my mind about this whole move. Maybe this will be great. I'll probably get away with a lot of stuff I couldn't on the Kent Farm.

I looked down at the ground and saw a sign: ‘Welcome to Jasper, Nevada.’ Just as the smile on my face slowly dimmed a little, Grimacing as I saw the town small and just as Bleak as Smallville.

Oh God, is this going to be as bad as Smallville? There's barely anything to do here. But what did I expect? It's a small town in a desert area. Irritation turned into mischievous thoughts. Then that meant I could use my powers without Kal watching over me like a hawk and telling me no. I love you, cousin, but this move went from the Worst thing to happen to the best thing!

Town buildings got few until we flew over nothing but sand. It was an hour till we reached some vegetation and farmland.

Hovering above extensive farmland. With cattle and other animals, the garden is lush with life and vegetation. Like a giant monopoly, they must be the town's primary food source. Hopefully, my room will be big.

“Alright, we're here.”

[native-mex]

Lost

part 2

I huffed as I was now hovering over the city, away from the damn robot or whatever it was. Tucking some hair behind my ear and out of my eyes as I slowly started to land in a covered area of the town, searching through my bag to pull out a pair of glasses for some form of disguise. Before stepping away from the shadows, strutting down the pavement.

Wanting to look more casual, my hands fiddle with my shirt and shorts before tossing my hair. With each step in the town, my eyes wander and move, taking in the sight of the quiet town before raising an eyebrow. There is no evidence of Justice League merchandise, just dull, outdated technology and boring-looking buildings. 

“This doesn't feel right. No, I'm not on the same earth,” I muttered to myself, hoping I didn't look like a lunatic as I walked further into the small town's wasteland. My figure slows down to a complete stop in the middle of the street as I see an ad for a flip phone.

“Yeah, different earth,” a sigh left my lips. I just stood there, closing my eyes, taking in the silence as I tried to think of what to do next. The quiet was almost calm, relaxing even. 

Until a beautiful Cherry red Auston Martin rams into my back, almost causing me to trip.

“AUGH!” I grunted, my right foot moving forward, stomping down on the pigment, a decent dent in the pavement, catching my fall as I looked back and saw the car was wrecked, the hood dented and damaged, the glass cracked and shattered under the sheer force of the collision.

The owner would be lucky if the engine wasn't obliterated.

Rage and annoyance rushed through my veins as my face twisted, lips forming to yell, only to see that there was no driver, only the loud, obnoxious sound of the car engine revving as if the vehicle itself was alive and pissed off.

I watched as the car drove back slightly. Its metallic form started to shift and move in unnatural ways. It didn't take long for him to stand tall and proud, but his ego was crushed.

Now, in his robotic form, claw-like talons trimble, hovering over his devastated chest plates. 

“Well shit”

“Look at what you did! Do you know how long it will take to fix this? " he shouted out, his voice deep yet preppy. 

I didn't want to deal with this nor get in a fight in the middle of the town as I watched him pull out an electric spear. I quickly jumped out of the way as the loud crash of the spear hit the cement. I'm giving myself the green light to fly out of the situation.

Now, I tossed my glasses several feet in the air, watching them fall. Completely giving up the half-assed Disguise idea as I watched the bot throw a hissy fit on the earth before Transforming and driving away. 

Taking a deep breath, I let the wind blow through my hair and around my body, playing with the clouds as I move around in the sky with a soft smile on my face. It's been a while since I actually flew. I embrace myself like I don't have to hide anymore.

Flying a little closer to the earth, floating over a school without giving it a spare glance before flying into the wooded area.

I was completely oblivious to the pink flip phone taking pictures and slightly grainy pixel videos of a flying person in the sky.

“Everyone's gonna freak when I show them!” Explain excitedly as her hot pink highlighted hair was tied up slightly into two pom pom bobs.

She hears a honk emanating from a dark green military-style car, followed by a Camaro and a sleek motorcycle.

[native-mex]

Lost

part 3

The small pink flip phone, which looked like a Polly pocket toy compared to the Cybertronian-sized computer it was hooked onto. A pixelated video of the human-looking girl floating and twirling in the sky played on repeat. The clip was baffling, to say the least.

“It was so cool how she was flipping around in the sky! I wish I got a cleaner vid of her.”

“But how? Could she have been experimented on by MECH?” 

Jack asked as he leaned against the bar railing to get a closer look. Not wanting to tear his eyes away from the video.

Ratchet's audio fins twitched ever so slightly as his Optics scene and tried to decipher what he was seeing.

“It's possible, however,” he paused, turning away from the screen. “Why would MECH do human experimentation?”

Each Autobot in the base had their thoughts on the situation, but it all summed up in one cohesive thought: ‘Is she a friend or foe?’. Loud thumping of Optimus pedes rumbled against the walls as he walked closer to the green-tinted screen. Optics trying to calculate an answer in his processor. He didn't know much about the human species, but the knowledge he did have. This was not possible.

“knowing MECH, I would not look past them for experimenting on their own kind.”

Optimus's crystal blue optics never left the screen as the gears in his processor were turning fast to form a single sentence.

“Autobots keep an optic out at all times until we are certain she's not a threat to life on this planet.”

There was a small trickle of Silence before he turned to look at the rest of his team. 

“Autobots, roll out.”

In the forest of nearby Jasper, my body was floating ever so slightly as if I were in a lazy river. I was just basking in the feeling of the sun on my skin, a soft smile spreading across my lips. I was just floating without a care in the world. There was no need to rush back home to fix my boom tube remote.

Floating towards some old, abandoned mine, I lifted my hand to rub a surprisingly smooth rock near the entrance. I huffed out, absolutely enjoying the tranquil quiet until I heard that agonizingly grating voice.

“Buzz!”

Eyes snap open as I turn, almost giving myself whiplash from the speed to stare the bot down. Comfort and calm replaced by pure annoyance.

“Ugh!”

(Sorry, it took me so long to upload this. First, it was a series of back-to-back exams, and then I just didn't have the inspiration to finish this part. It's just so hard to try and write them as accurately as possible for me. Anyway, I hope you like it!)

[native-mex]

Space girl

𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼 

Kal’s words went in one ear and out the other. My attention was glued to the few cows I hovered over. Their big, beady brown eyes and jaws move as they chew on grass and angle their heads closer to the sky at me, curious as to why I was there, trying to take a sniff.

“(y/n)!” 

“Huh?!” My head whipped around to see Kal standing on the ground, arms crossed against his shoulders as he pushed up his fake glasses.

“Come on, we do not want to keep them waiting.” 

“Oh yeah, right,” I muttered, floating away from the cows to the dirt road as I jogged after him on the driveway. Taking the time to enjoy the scenery a bit more before checking out what the house looked like from inside. I only caught up to him and stepped onto their wooden porch. I watched as he knocked on the door, and we waited. 

I fidget with my hands, looking at Everything that wasn't the door, giving me time to inspect the house I will live in for a while. It was nice. It was painted a bright lemon yellow with a warm beige roof and white trim on the doors and windows. The two-story house could be three, depending on how big the attic looks on the outside.

Just as I was about to wander to the side, the front door opened to reveal a light olive-skinned woman in her mid-40s. She had blonde hair, slightly greying at the roots, and blue eyes. She was a little chubbier and was wearing a cute Farm dress.

“Oh, you made it—” she gasped dramatically, walking towards me, grabbing my face and squishing my cheeks together. “Oh, just look at you! So precious! We are so excited to have you here. I hope you can see us as your next ma and Pa because we already see you as a daughter.”

 I side-eyed Kal before I looked back at her again. “Uh, yeah,” was the best I could say as I felt her take her hands off my face and start to guide us into her house. She came off a little too strong for my liking and way too eager to be called ‘ma and pa.’ A title I'm not even close to ready to give out for free.

The house is cute, though, with floral wallpaper and cluttered walls. But the furniture and appliances look top-of-the-line. Yeah, they definitely have money to spend. It's just those two; I see no pictures of grandkids or even kids in general. So that's why she desperately wants me to be her daughter.

“With your cousin's help, we made up your room in the attic. He said you would have loved the 'vibe' of it.” Her words seemed to knock me out of my thoughts. I nodded in acknowledgment and hummed, looking up at the staircase as Mrs. Eliza and Kal returned to talking before clearing my throat a little, breaking the small talk between them. 

“Well, actually, I was thinking of exploring the town a little bit, you know, seeing how far I need to get from here to the school,” I spoke up, awkward but confident, as I looked between Kal and my new guardian, Eliza. Kal looked at me with a straight face as if in deep thought, only to hear Eliza's hands clapping for the smile brimming on her face.

“Oh, that's a great idea. You'll need to know how to get around the area. Oh, why don't you go with her, Clark? At least to the town. A few more moments of cousin bonding before you return to the metropolis!” Eliza exclaimed, almost excited for me to explore. “And while you're gone, I can clean up your room a little bit more and make you something to eat,” she started to spew on as I gently set my backpack down next to a coat rack, taking my phone out. When I stood up, I was suddenly pushed out of the front door with Kal in a hurry.

Looking back at her, she waved goodbye like we were leaving for school and closed the door behind us. Kal and I side-eyed each other before he rubbed the bridge of his nose, exhaling with the tiniest of smiles. 

“Well, we better start walking,” he said with a cheery voice as if he wasn't going through a tired dad meltdown a second ago. I watched him walk away as I stared at the back of his head with a perplexed face before rolling my eyes and jogging behind him.

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

“Ugh.” That was the 10th groan I let out on a 30-minute walk, and we still haven't reached the town. I can tell that all my moaning and whining were getting on his nerves. The fact that made me smile like a kid, wanting him to give in so we could just fly or run to town. I returned to throwing my head to the side as I was about to grow again, only to be stopped by his voice.

“I know what you're doing, and it's no.”

"That's not fair. We flew all the way here. It's going to take a century to get into this town!"

"Actually, it will take two hours and thirty minutes,” He said as if it was nothing.

Immediately, I stopped in my tracks and stared at the back of his head, eyes almost blown out of their sockets as my hands went through my hair. He probably could hear that I had stopped walking as he turned around and raised an eyebrow at me, the wind running between us.

“You're joking about that time, right? Why can't we just run or fly to town? It's the best Time Saver!”  My voice danced through the trees that were fewer and fewer with each step we took, starting to transform from a luscious Greenery to an Orange sandy desert. I hear him sigh through his nose, his hand running through his hair before he turns to look at me.

“Tell me exactly what you can control, and then I'll think about it.”

“flight, super speed, X-ray vision, and super hearing," I said with a smirk, only to falter when Kal made an error buzzer noise from his mouth.

“EEEH! Wrong, your hearing will go haywire when you go to school.”

“Okay, so three.” I puff out my chest as my shoulders slump over, tired of this conversation. "It's still enough to get to the town.”

“That's not the point-”

“Then what is and don't say to keep my powers in line because Ms Kent said that you use your powers all the time to get to school.”

His mouth opened to counterattack, but closed again, checkmate. He was right where I wanted him. I watched his shoulders slump down in defeat before he gave me a gentle smile. “Okay, you got me there. It doesn't hurt to use your abilities, and they get to places.”

“Race you there!” he quickly said as he turned around and started running towards the town, at light speed, sending sand in the air.

 “No fair!” I said, running after him, leaving behind my own sandstorm.

 •☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

The Run couldn't have lasted longer than 10 seconds as my vans scraped on the sandy, hard ground. I could have run past the town and into a new state if it wasn't for Kal's arm stretched out, hitting against my chest like a parent scared of a child flying out the car window.

“Ugh!” grunting as I doubled over on his arm, hair flailing about and covering my face like a veil, the impact knocking the wind out of my lungs. 

“You need to pay more attention, you could have revealed yourself” I rolled my eyes as I pushed The hair out of my face and pulling away from his arm fixing my clothes I can hear him in the background trying to lecture me as I just block out the noise looking around the town barely trees uncomfortably warm but it's kind of cute almost cozy.

My eyes scanned around, seeing that we were behind a building, convenient that running this way sent us to some form of privacy. My feet moved without any thought about walking onto the sidewalk, hands behind my back, ready to use his credit card, waiting patiently in his wallet. Wandering off to explore just to get yanked back.

Kal’s slightly stern gaze locked into my bored, annoyed eyes. No matter how tired I was of this need to lecture and teach me, I didn't cause a scene when he yanked me closer to him as if making sure we couldn't be heard from behind the building.

“Remember, in public don't-” 

“Yes, yes, I know. Don't use my powers; I'm not a kid, Kal,” I interrupted his sentence with a twang of annoyance.

”And call me Clark in public.” The silence between us was intense and tense. If one wrong word was said between us, it could start an argument. Yet somehow, the air slowly eased into a comforting, reassuring feeling as his eyes softened and his body relaxed. Like he was proud, I watched him dig into his pocket to pull out his wallet, and out came a credit card. His lips curved in a slight smirk as he handed me the card.

“This is your card. I got it made and filled with," he paused, an action that caused me to raise a brow, "help from a good friend." He made a hand motion at my back pocket, making me pull my phone out from the back pocket of my shorts and hand it to him. I leaned in to see him download a bank app, add my account, and then gave it back to me.

"holy shit, 50,000?! Who did you rob?!" 

"I didn't rob anybody; it's an allowance from a good friend of mine. To keep getting this big of an allowance, you need to get good grades, and these are his words: 'Don't do anything to make him come after you.'" I did not like how his 'friend' practically thinks im some criminal struggling to reform, but I did love the money. It must be some rich dude cuz Kal could never with his reporter job. The thought banged in my mind as I stuffed the card in my front pocket.

"Sounds easy enough," I said while searching through the bank app to find my username and password. Thumbs rush on the screen to change them. My response made him roll his eyes and chuckle softly before patting my head, my eyes looking up at him. 

“Well, I'd better get going; I have work tomorrow. I trust that you can find yourself around," removing his hand from my head, leaving my hair ruffled and messy, much to my chagrin. He was about to return to the Danvers, only to stop and turn back to me after digging into his pocket. "Oh, almost forgot, you have to keep these on; your eyes are still sensitive," he rushed out. My vision blurred for a millisecond as he pushed glasses on my face. 

I hated these glasses, but I understand why I had to keep them on. My eyesight was too strong and overstimulating until it was controlled. It was one of the many things Kal drilled into my head when I first arrived. I pushed up my glasses as my facial muscles softened at him.

"I'll miss you, Kal," I whispered to him, making him pull me into a hug.

"Be strong for me, (y/n). I'll visit when I can, okay?"

"Okay, I will." The hug lasted a little bit longer before we both pulled away, and I stood there, watching him walk back down the dirt road to the farm. No doubt, going to give a prep talk to my new guardians. I waited till he was out of sight before I turned to walk around the building to face the not-so-busy street. 

The sun sitting on my skin made me smile and close my eyes, just soaking in the rays, the best feeling in the world, from the snuggling warmth to the energizing feeling that was so addictive. My awareness deteriorated as I was frozen in the moment. Eyes slowly peel open, staring at the sky, finally prepared to navigate this adventure alone. Abruptly turning away from the sun to walk down the sidewalk, only to bump into some stranger. The force of our bodies colliding made the person fall to the concrete ground with a painful grunt. 

“Ow! Watch where you're going!” shouted the feminine voice.

[native-mex]

Space girl

𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷

Smallville was small and boring, yet, for the past month, it was the only thing I had to call home ever since my real home was lost to me. I can still remember it like it was yesterday. So being told by Kal that I was moving to Jasper, Nevada, to live with the Danvers for ‘the safety of ma, pa, and you’ was life-shattering; I just got connected with my cousin again, learning only a handful of the earth customs and now I'm being separated from him again? It's already bad enough that the baby I held in my arms, babysat, and changed diapers is already about to be in his 30s while I'm stuck being 18. 

I shook my head, wanting to shake all the negative thoughts out of my Mind, as I brought my hands up, wiping the tears that threatened to fall. While begrudgingly walking around the barren room grabbing the last bit of my clothes and stuffing them into the moving box. My hands slightly shake while grabbing the tape only to hear a knock on the door, eyes moving upwards to see who was entering my room.

“(Y/n), are you doing okay?” The warm, familiar voice rang in my ears as Kal walked inside, closing the door behind him. “I heard sniffling all the way from the barn; I just wanted to check up.”

Glancing away, not wanting to see him eye to eye, gripping the box's wings, Fingers breaking through the thick cardboard, damaging the box, making it hard to close for later on. “Fine, im fine.”

Lying through my teeth, my bottom lip quivering as I tried to hide the combination of emotions that boiled inside. Anger, sadness, frustration, a swirl of thoughts and feelings form inside me, waiting to explode. There is silence between us, a long, agonizingly quiet silence that would make even a monk feel awkward.

It's getting harder and harder to calm my breathing down and try not to let the stinging of my tear ducts fall like a broken down. The top row of teeth dig into my bottom lip, trying to keep my mouth shut, afraid to let out a cry or a burst of regrettable anger.

Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity. Neither of us spoke nor made coherent eye contact, so I closed my eyes, hoping that he would walk out so I could vent my anger and cry or something. Only to feel muscular arms wrapping around my back, pressing my face against Kal's chest. One hand rubbed my back while the other moved to my head, gently petting it. He didn't have to speak. He was clearly trying to comfort me, letting my head rest against him. 

 “Why can't I stay? I can fight, protect Mr. and Mrs. Kent. It's not fair that I have to leave; I just reunited with you,” my voice muttered. I felt small as I moved my head upwards. Red irritated eyes met his sad but stern gaze, which slowly turned soft before he let out a sigh.

“It's not that simple, (Y/n). I know you can fight, and you're strong. But you're just not ready for what comes with the title of hero, not ready to face society.” My lips twisted downwards in a scowl, my eyebrows pinched. Of course, he still sees me as some kid.

“I'm 18 years old, Kal. Mrs. Kent said you were younger than me when you started fighting crime.”

“I understand you want to do good, protect the innocent, and do what I do for the world, but you can barely control your powers or emotions. That's a dangerous combination; you've only been on Earth for two months. You need to be more.” He never finished his sentence; what he wanted me to be is clear. He wanted me to be like him, human. Pulling myself away from him as I stared at the ground, silence shrouded around us once more, only for him to try to change the mood by switching topics.

“The Danvers are nice people; in fact, Mrs. Danvers, Aunt Eliza, is Ma's sister. So, being adopted by them, you would technically be my cousin on paper.” The last set of words he spoke made my eyebrow twitch before I glared at him. I wanted to argue over what he said, but I just let it go. Starting a fight wouldn't get me out of moving.

“I guess, but Nevada? 19 hours away?” The question was answered with a reassuring smile as he picked up my Damaged box with clothes.

“It may be far, but I promise you we won't lose touch.” It was the end of our conversation as he opened the door and walked out of my room. I close the door behind him, walk back, and lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling. All I can do is wait till the night is over and face the troublesome thought of tomorrow.

[starzyhoes]

transformers oc yapping time (i don’t really make descriptive oc’s anymore, i should prolly do character voice claims/what they sound like and backstories 😔)

If you want to use one/draw one or give me any ideas to add then go ahead!! Just make sure to ask/credit 😁

(1): Strikesaw (fav/main rn) - Specifically for Bayverse unless specified/adjusted and edited.

Name/Designation: Strikesaw Type: Decepticon Species: Cybertronian Gender(?): Mech/Male Car Type: V10 Dodge Viper (Black) - Super Car Optic Color: Red Occupation: Gunman. Assassin/Stealth. Gunman commander. Height: 27ft (approximately) Personality: Cocky, quiet, introvert, sarcastic, manipulative, irritated. Facts: Used to be an Autobot but very quickly switched sides. Does it for revenge/beliefs, not for following Megatron’s leadership.

(2): Zip - Used for Transformers One (unless specified ofc)

Name/Designation: Zip Species: Cybtertronian Gender(?): Male/Mech Sexuality: Homosexual (Gay) Occupation: Model Car Type: Pink sleek Sedan (Pink 1963 Chevrolet Impala SS to be more specific for other series and stuff) Optic Color: Blue Side: None (Pre-Movie) Autobot (Post-Movie) Height: 20ft (short in terms) (I NEED TO DO MORE RESEARCH ON HEIGHT FOR THE DIFFERENT SERIES AND STUFF LMAO) Personality: Flirty, zesty, sweet, loving (in a way? Can be taken as platonic/romantic idgaf) Facts: Has a T-Cog. Iacon’s top model (and/or stripper).

(3): Vaporwave/Vee (this depends on what series/movie/game/au is chosen)

Name/Designation: Vaporwave/Vee Species: Cybtertronian Type: Depends on AU/Series/Movie/Game Gender(?): Male/Mech Sexuality: Homosexual Color Scheme: Usually Red and Black with White finishes/details Car Type: Toyota Mk III Supra Optic Color: Blue Age: Unknown (Depends on AU/Series/Movie/Game) - Usually depicted to be an early adult Personality; Quiet, Strict, A Bit Aggressive, Loving towards Loved Ones/Others he’s close with. Flirty when chosen to be, Ambivert. Height: 28-30ft+ Facts: Uses patrolling as his private times for himself, making personalized weapons.

AHHH- I haven’t done an actual post in forever!!! Some things might be missing on them (facts and what not-) I just write down what I think of lmao!! If you wanna give me tips then plz do ilysm 🙂‍↕️🙏

[native-mex]

Honestly,, kinda hate my transformers x kryptonian story I made on here. So I'm redoing it, plot and all.

[thatdorkyauthor]

Hello, I saw your post and finally gathered enough courage to make an request. 😁

I thought about Sideswipe (Bayverse) being a guardian to a human, like Bee and Sam. Both of them are bored and get the fantastic idea of pranking the other bots at the base,being troublemakers while having a great bonding time.

I hope that's enough description, I couldn't really think of any details. 😕

Love the idea! The description is great, I'm glad you requested. I immediately started writing. I hope you'll like it, and have fun reading^^ Words: 2167 Written in second person POV. Characters mentioned: You , Sideswipe, Optimus Prime, William Lennox, Ratchet, Ironhide, Skids, Mudflap, Robert Epps,

"No, missions, no con sighting meaning not being able to kick some con afts." Sideswipe groaned in annoyance staring up at the sunny sky. You laid next to him, listening to his complaints since the moment you arrived this morning. The warm sun, little breeze and constant muttering coming from Sideswipe made you dose off. "(Y/n)!" With a startle you woke up, making Sideswipe jump. "What?" "What do you think about pranking some bots?" He questioned, the mischievous grin he gave you was irresistible. "Fine, who will be the victims?" Before you realized you got all the things you needed, making you contemplate your decision. "Are you ready?" Sideswipe asked you, a mischievous smile on his face plate. "Absolutely not, but let's do it." Sideswipe crashed on earth not to long ago, and no one knows whose idea it was but he ended up being your guardian. It seemed like a good idea back then, the good canceling out the mischievous, at least that was what they thought. Surrounded by armed people, and bots as a human is quite intimidating, especially when you don't know what to expect, however with Sideswipe on your side you knew you never had to fear them... except if you were to piss off Ratchet, Ironhide, Optimus or Major Lennox.

"Great, the first on our list was?" He questioned out loud, knowing damn well who it was, before looking at you expectantly. "Skids and Mudflap, they're taking a "beauty" sleep." Sideswipe nodded, smiling as he lowered his hand to the platform you were standing on. "Let's get them back, shall we your grace?" A chuckle escaped your throat, making Sideswipe smirk, remembering the lines of a movie the two of you had watched. He waited before you were standing steadily on his hand before moving it up to his shoulder plate, giving you the time to sit down. "Your majesty, a ruler does not chortle." A blank look appeared on your face as you looked up at your guardian. "Really, Brave? Come on Sides. Pull. Yourself. Together! We're on a serious mission here."

Epps happened to pass the two off you, shaking his head as he overheard your conversation. "Who allowed them to watch Disney?" He muttered underneath his breath before continuing to look for Ironhide.

"Green and Orange paint?" Sideswipe nodded. "We'll be giving the twins a little." He paused, however you caught up quickly, with an evil grin you finished his sentence. "Make over?" The mech clicked his glossa and nodded. "Exactly, thank primus they're heavy sleepers." He walked off, holding two gigantic buckets of paint in one of his servos as he kept his other free to catch you, just in case you did slip off his shoulder plate. "Are you wearing your earpieces?" The silver mech asked quietly, glancing at you. With affirmation that you were indeed wearing the piece, he entered Mudflaps room. Holding the green can of paint tightly in his servos as he walked as quiet as possible towards his berth. The lid was somewhere outside, on top of the other can. "We're going to die aren't we?" You questioned quietly after Sideswipe started pouring the paint all over the soon to be previously orange bot. "Because of little Mudflap, nah. Ratchet and Ironhide are going to be our death." He whispered before emptying the bucket over the younger bots helmet. You stared at him with disbelief, he indeed was a heavy sleeper. Sideswipe covered his derma muffling his laughter before tiptoeing out of the room, putting the now empty can down and grabbing the one with orange paint. You looked over at him, noticing the green paint around his derma. However knowing that there will be orange added soon you decided to remain quiet until after the prank. You stabilized yourself as Sideswipe entered the next room. "What's that foul smell?" "No one knows, no one wants to know." Sideswipe whispered back, smirking as he poured the last bucket over Skids. "They're gonna flip." He squeaked out a little to loud. The green mech moved in his sleep, mumbling something incoherently before becoming silent again. "Hurry up, before he does wake up." Sideswipe nodded, quickly but carefully pouring the rest over the sleeping mech.

"That was close." Sideswipe mumbled once he was out off the room, glancing at you. The sight in front of you made you giggle. "You might want to wipe the paint off your face Sides, it's a big give away." The mech raised an optic ridge, before realizing what you meant.

After cleaning the paint off his face plate Sideswipe pulled out the next supplies for the next prank. "Unicorn stickers?" Sideswipe nodded, entering a somewhat familiar room. You looked around, noticing the multiple Cybertronian weapons hanging from the wall. "Isn't this Iron...hide's... room." A wave of shock took over as you looked at Sideswipe flabbergasted. "Sides, what the actual fuck. We're going to die." He huffed, shaking his head before lowering his servo to a desk for you to stand on. "We'll be fine, this is easy removable. The worst thing that can happen is a lecture." He glanced at you, seeing your look of disbelieve. "I promise, now if you could put some stickers all over this one?" He carefully dropped a gun on the table, and handing you a servo full of stickers. "How do you know Hide will be gone long enough." Sideswipe turned around grabbing a gun himself. "Sergeant Epps called him over for some con business, it'll take hours knowing Prime." He mumbled the last part, stickering the gun with haste, glancing over at you from time to time. Holding back a snicker as he spots you struggling with the sticker almost as big as you. After a good hour all guns were stickered. "It's very colorful." Sideswipe exclaimed with a bright smile, lowering his servo for you to get on. "He'll kill us." "No he won't."

"So, was Hide the last one?" Sideswipe shook his head. "(Y/n) my dearest... eh." He paused glancing at you before continuing. "Charge? You know me longer than today, next up Ratchet." "For fuck sake, I'm in but do you have a death wish." The mech shrugged, before walking off to a storage room, filled with bags of flour and glitters. "Are you sure this will work?" Sideswipe tied the last knot before looking at his trap with a smile. "Nope, but we must have faith." Pede steps were heard on the other side of the door. "But most importantly hide." He quickly and carefully snatched you, holding back a chuckle hearing you yelp. With a smile on his face Sideswipe held you close, making sure nothing could happen to you, as he watched the door in anticipation. The expression however changed to one of horror, hearing the mechs on the other side speak. "You are sure Sideswipe is behind it?" "Of course, together with his charge, those two are inseparable, besides I haven't seen the brat since this morning. "Your blood ran cold, hearing the leaders and weapon specialist voice, soon to be joined by the Major of the team. "I'm sure we'll be able to figure this out Hide." Sideswipe looked down at you, fear clearly in his optics. Screams of terror made his head turn though. "Why do you look like me?" "I look like you, that's the worst thing anyone could say!" Sideswipe chuckled sacredly. "Seems like Skids and Mud discovered their new paint job. The door flung open, making the huge bag of flour and glitters drop onto the two mechs, before it fell down on the Major. "SIDESWIPE, (Y/N)!" Sideswipes grip got tighter on you as he slowly stepped backwards, keeping optic contact with the furious men in front of him. Ironhide was blowing steam, while Optimus was staring at the teens with a fierce glare, with William crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at the two. "M-Major, may I say you look lovely with those colors, and H-hide, white suits you?" Both gazes turned to you making you gulp. Sideswipe glanced down at you before turning on his heel and running off. "You look pretty as well Prime!" "(Y/n), shush!" "Sideswipe, run!" You looked behind your guardian, locking eyes with the furious grey mech chasing after you. "EPPS, HELLUP!" "Do not help her Epps!" Lennox shouted as Prime had picked him up and ran after Ironhide. Your earpiece turned on, suddenly playing: Dog days are over. "Not the fucking moment Sides!" "Come back here you punks!" Sideswipe didn't dare to look back. "Nevaaaaaar!" "I'm going to kill you two!" You looked at the younger mech in fear. "You'll have to kill me first, no one's touching my charge!" "That won't be difficult!" Sideswipe took the 20 seconds of courage and turned his head to look at Ironhide, seeing that the old-timer was ready to tackle him. "You'll hurt the kid, hide. NOOOO!" Ignoring his calls, and forgetting that humans are much smaller and vulnerable than cybertronians, he tackled the silver mech in front off him. Sideswipe held you close to his chassis, making sure no harm would come to you. "Ironhide!" Optimus barked as he neared the two silver mechs. The weapon specialist came back to his senses and looked at the younger mech's servos. "Scrap." He muttered before getting off. "You alright kids?" Sideswipe narrowed his eyes at his former teacher, before opening his servos. "You alright (Y/n)?" He spotted you, seeing you clamped between his hands like a scared hamster in a hamster ball. "Never, fucking again."

"This is great bonding time, don't you think?" Ironhide smirked at the two teens watching them fulfill their punishment. Sideswipe glanced at you before nodding towards the bucket of water next to you. Catching his clue you nodded, smirking before turning to the mech in front of you. Sideswipe nodded at the silver-grey mech. "Definitely." He was ordered to scrub the floors clean of glitter and flour as well as helping Skids and Mudflap to get their old paintjob back, while you got the task to clean the stickers of the guns. Grabbing the water hose you sprayed the grumpy mech. "What the frag!" Sideswipe snickered before snatching you up and running off.

[thatdorkyauthor]

(Edit: 20/02/2022) Hellow, Probably very late to it. Anyway hi, I’m a multi fandom blog so you can expect a lot of diversity on here ( or not who knows).  ( 02/06/2022 - thank y'all for following me! Never expected to reach so many people tbh, still surprised I reached 69 followers. Anyway, happy pride month y'all!) I will be writing fanfictions, headcannons, scenarios and short stories. There will be a schedule for complete fanfictions, however scenarios, headcannons and short stories will appear randomly. I’ll do my best to update/upload as much as possible, but I can’t promise that it’ll always work as college and work could be in my way of writing. There are a couple of rules, so please keep those in mind while requesting.

- I won’t be writing NSFW at least not the sexual NSFW, other themes like blood, gore, body horror, ect. may be requested.

Honestly that’s all for the rules (There might be added more in the future) Any other themes, like angst, fluff, crossovers, event’s and such are welcome.

Fandoms I write for and Masterlist are under the cut

CHARACTERS AND SHOWS THAT I WILL BE WRITING FOR

TRANSFORMERS BAYVERSE 

𝕭𝖆𝖞𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖚𝖘, 𝕵𝖆𝖟𝖟, 𝕴𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖘/𝖔 𝖉𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖗.

𝕻𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕾𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖕𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙

𝕬𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖞 (𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖙) 

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1.1 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1.2 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1.3 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1.4 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1.5 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1.6 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1.7 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1.8 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1.9 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1.10 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1.11

TRANSFORMERS PRIME

𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 / 𝕾𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖘

𝕬𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖊, 𝕭𝖚𝖑𝖐𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉, 𝕭𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖊, 𝕺𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖚𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 (𝖘/𝖔) / 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖘/𝖔 𝖔𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 “𝖋𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜” 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙/𝖕𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗.

𝕺𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖚𝖘, 𝕭𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖘/𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖈𝖊

𝕭𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖊, 𝕺𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖚𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖘/𝖔 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖚𝖕 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙

𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕸𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓, 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖘/𝖔 𝖚𝖕 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞'𝖗𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊.

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𝕬 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙 (𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖇𝖆𝖞𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖙)

[thatdorkyauthor]

A Christmas to never forget (Transformers x reader insert)

Word count: 2643  Merry Christmas / happy holidays everyone! I hope ya'll have wonderful days and evenings. This is my first ever (published) oneshot, so I hope it’s alright, have fun reading. 

"We're not going to celebrate Christmas outside." Ron said as he looked at his pouting daughter. "Why not, you always told us that Christmas is a day to be together with friends and family and celebrate something, Bee is a part of this family." Sam glanced at (Y/n) who paced through the kitchen, trying to make a point as to why they had to celebrate Christmas outside, in the cold. "He probably doesn't even know what Christmas is." (Y/n) sighed and shook her head before walking to the kitchen curtains and opening them. Bee sat outside with a large Christmas hat covering his helmet, his eyes glowing a bright blue in the dark. "Please." Ron and Judy shared a look shaking their head, Judy's reaction having more hesitation than Ron's. A sad whir was heard from outside as Bee retreated from the window. "Aw, c'mon you made him sad." (Y/n) had to hold back a smile the second Sam joined in. "It'd be his first Christmas on earth without having to fight for his life, we can sit in the cold for one evening right?" Ron continued shaking his head, yet Judy felt sorry for the cybertronian. "Fine, we'll find a way to include Bumblebee into this Christmas." "Judy?" Both Sam and (Y/n) smiled, their plan had worked, well (Y/n)'s plan worked, which earned her five dollars as well.

Sam sighed as he handed (Y/n) the five dollars, swearing to himself that he'd never create another bet with her again. Both Judy and Ron agreed to clean up the garage and keep their Christmas dinner in there, as it was the only covered option Bumblebee was able to fit in.  Much to Ron's dismay Judy had also bought a heater they could use inside the garage, to have some kind of warmth. "We could've started a small fire." Sam shook his head at his father, placing a hand on his shoulder. "The garage would've burnt down, dad." (Y/n) looked up from her phone and nodded. "Sam's right, especially with this family's luck." Judy sighed tapping her daughters legs. "What do you mean with that, and sit up straight young lady. We don't want you to pass out." Sam looked over and chuckled throwing a pillow towards the younger twin. "Hey!" (Y/n) fixed her posture, sitting correctly on the couch instead of laying upside down and having her legs dangling from the backrest. "I was comfortable though, and to answer your question. It's not like we've had the best luck in." She paused, thinking of a good way to word it and not hurting a certain someone's feelings, knowing that he was listening. "Being safe?" She eventually said with hesitation.  Ron pointed at the door mouthing something along the words. "Thanks to him." Making both Sam and (Y/n) shake their heads. "Explain great-great grandpops then." The man opened his mouth but closed it a second later. "Fine." The mail slot clattered, getting the attention from (Y/n). She stood up, leaving the three to argue by themselves. With a sigh she picked up the advertisements and letters. "Probably Christmas cards." She thought to herself as she walked into the kitchen, until one envelope caught her eye. "Sam!" She dropped the advertisements and other letters on the table, holding the grey envelope in her hand. "What, what's wrong?" Both teens crossed the corner at the same time, bumping into each other. "Watch it, anyway. We got mail, from NEST." Sam raised an eyebrow before grabbing the letter from his sisters hands and ripped it open. The envelope contained a letter and some kind of questionable device. Sam grabbed the letter as (Y/n) took the envelope back to examine the device as she wasn't able to decipher Sam's mumbling anyway. Eventually Sam looked up from the letter and took the device from (Y/n)'s hands. "You could've asked but okay?" Sam completely ignored her as he walked out off the kitchen and into the cold.  "Sam what the hell?" Grabbing the letter (y/n) finally had the chance to read the content of the letter.

"No way." A chuckle came from the doorway. "Yes way apparently." Sam had entered the house again, followed by a blonde male around the twins their age. (Y/n)'s mouth fell open in astonishment. "Bee?" The boy nodded, a smile appearing on his face. A grin appeared on the girl's face as she tackled Bumblebee into a hug, Bumblebee's arms wrapping around her frame within a second to prevent them from falling. Sam took the hint and walked towards the doorway leading to the living room. "I'll tell mom and dad that we don't have to celebrate Christmas in the garage." A soft 'okay' was all he got in response, making him shake his head with a laugh. Pulling back from the hug (Y/n) looked up at the taller male, gazing into his celeste eyes. "Thank you." Bee tilted his head, questioning the female's  words. "It's just- I wanted to thank you in the human way?" "Smooth." Bee chuckled soundlessly as (Y/n) turned her head to the living room. "Shut it Sam!" Turning back (Y/n) saw the smile on Bee's face, only then noticing the tiny scar starting from his mouth and growing before it disappeared behind the turtleneck. Shaking it off (Y/n) smiled back at the cybertronian. "Ready to scare my parents." His smile changed into a grin as he nodded. She took his hand before leading him towards the living room, Bee taking the chance to scan the room as they entered. "(y/n) please explain why- oh who's that?" Judy changed her question as soon as she noticed the blonde next to her daughter. She wanted to ask why Sam was acting so secretive, and why he wouldn't tell why Christmas didn't have to be celebrated in the garage. Ron turned around, following his wife's gaze and instantly his confused glance turned into a glare directed at the blonde. Bee smiled and waved at the family, sharing a look with Sam, who was trying to keep his laughter in, he knew how this was going to end. "It's Bumblebee." (y/n) explained, raising an eyebrow at her father. "How?" (Y/n) walked back to the kitchen, grabbing the letter before walking back and handing it to Ron. "Oh well." Judy turned to Sam. "Why don't you invite Mikaela over, then we can have dinner with the in-laws." Both (y/n) and Ron choked on air, as Bumblebee just stood there with wide eyes, not knowing what to say even if he had the chance to say anything. "What?" Sam barked out a laugh before nodding. "Alright, I'll text her." Judy turned back to the shocked trio. "What?"

Christmas eve came by sooner than expected. The teens weren't allowed in the kitchen as Judy and Ron, who was forced by Judy, were cooking dinner and making dessert. But as soon as the night fell both Judy and (Y/n) disappeared getting ready for dinner. "You look beautiful." Sam said as he stepped aside to let Mikaela in. A shy smile made it's way on her face as she took his hand. "Thank you." The older twin closed the door behind him before escorting the brunette to the living room. "So uhm, according to your message Bumblebee's human now?" Mikaela questioned after greeting Ron. "Well, yeah. No?" Sam paused collecting his thoughts, just when Bumblebee walked into the living room, fiddling with a red tie Sam had borrowed him. "It's complicated, it's a hologram?" Sam said questionably, glancing at Bee who nodded, confirming his answer. Mikaela waved at the blonde as Sam made his way to him to help him with his tie. Bee smiled back, giving a small wave in response before looking down, following Sam's hands as he tied his tie,  just in case he'd ever have to wear another necktie again. "There you go." Sam stepped back, rolling his eyes with a chuckle as Bee did some random poses to show off his outfit.

"Looking fancy Bee." Bumblebee turned around, his mouth dropping as soon as he saw  (Y/n) standing in the doorway. Collecting himself he did a small bow before gesturing towards (Y/n) and signing. ~" You look stunning."~ A light pink hue spread across (Y/n)'s cheeks, making her look down at her outfit. "Thank you Bee." She mumbled, making sure that only Bumblebee heard.  Sam and Mikaela looked at the two, both having a smile on their face. "Dinner's ready." "Not yet." Judy argued back, pushing Ron back into the kitchen. "I want a picture before dinner." Sam and (Y/n) groaned in annoyance but obliged anyway.  "Stand in front of the fireplace, it has lovely lightening." Mikaela smiled as she leaned against Sam, placing her head on top of his shoulder as Sam snaked an arm around her waist. Bee and (Y/n) shared a look, having noticed Judy's glances. Bee smiled and took her hand before standing next to Sam and Mikaela before both wrapping an arm around the others waist. Judy snapped the picture and smiled at the result. "Perfect." Oh how her reaction would chance if she looked at the picture a bit closer. All four teens flipped the bird at the camera, bright smiles on their faces.  "Fine, then let's get started on dinner, it'll be cold!" Ron complained from the kitchen. (Y/n) gasped, they were almost done eating, but when she looked outside she noticed the white flakes falling from the sky. "What?" Ron questioned, meanwhile Bumblebee looked around searching for any kind of danger. "It's snowing." Bee sighed dropping his defenses with a small smile just relieved there was nothing wrong, as Ron shook his head. "Okay, new rule. No more un necessary gasps. I don't want to have a heart attack before I have grandchildren." A coughing fit build up as Sam chocked in his food.  "Dad, stop." He managed to wheeze out eventually as (y/n) shook her head, looking more pale than before. The rest of dinner went smoothly, even with the awkward aura hanging around. Mikaela and Sam were having their own conversation, meanwhile Ron and Judy were cleaning the table to make room for dessert, leaving (y/n) and Bumblebee to their own devices. The blonde glanced outside, before nudging (Y/n) gently, gaining her attention. He pointed at the window, a playful grin appearing on his face. (Y/n) followed his glance before nodding and stood up, startling Sam in the process. "Where are you going?" He questioned as soon as (Y/n) left to the hallway to grab her and Bumblebee a coat. "Outside, we'll be back in a bit mom." She continued before Judy could protest. A course of incoherent mumbling was heard from the kitchen, followed by an "Okay." "(Y/n) could you grab my coat as well?" Sam asked once (Y/n) was ready to leave the hallway, having found a coat for Bumblebee to wear. She walked back, grabbing Mikaela's coat and left the hallway. "Nope, go fetch it yourself. Here you go Mikaela." The girl took the coat with a smile, laughing at Sam's face of betrayal. "Thank you, (y/n)" Sam stood up with a huff, leaving the room to grab his own coat. (Y/n) turned to Bee, handing him the spare coat she found. "I hope it fits." Bee gave a nod of gratitude before trying the coat on, thankfully fitting him. "Let's go before mom changes her mind." Sam said, taking Mikaela by the arm and walked outside, shoving (Y/n) aside as he passed her. "Real mature." (Y/n) mocked shooting Sam a glare once he turned around, pulling a face at his younger sibling, only to bump into the doorframe once he turned back to actually look forward.  Both (Y/n) and Bee laughed, before Bee mimicked Sam's action and reached out his arm for (Y/n) to take. She linked her arm with Bumblebee's before walking outside along side him, unlike her brother successfully without bumping into anything.

The cold air hit their faces as the small flakes attached themselves to their coats and hair. (Y/n) burried her face further into her jacket as they walked into the snow-covered garden. "Stay on the pa-." The older man was cut off as Judy had closed the window he opened a bit earlier to lecture the kids.  Bee looked back and forth between the ground and Ron before taking a step aside, dragging (Y/n) with him to get on the path.  A giggle escaped (Y/n)'s mouth. "It's not like he'll do anything Bee." The blonde shrugged before looking (Y/n) in the eyes, but their little moment was ruined as soon as a snowball made contact with (Y/n)'s face. "Oh shit." Sam's laughter was heard from behind Bee. Bumblebee turned around, as (Y/n) glanced over his shoulder. Mikaela just pointed at Sam, who was holding his stomach from laughter. "That's it." (Y/n) grabbed a hand full of snow, before flinging it towards Sam. The snowball hitting him directly in his face as well. His laughter stopped, narrowing his eyes at his younger sibling as he fixed his posture. "Games on." "You started it!" Sam grabbed another hand full of snow before pulling Mikaela to safety with him. He tossed the snowball, missing (Y/n) and hitting Bee in the back of his neck. The cold spreading over his back as the snow managed to get under his jacket. Bee his eyes widened, making (y/n) cover her mouth to hide her laugh once she realized what had happened. "Oh Sam, you're damned!" Bee dragged her to a "safe space" scooping up snow in the process and waited for Sam to peek from their corner.  Once he did so, two snowballs made their way to his face. A full on snowball fight began. Judy shook her head as she had her arms crossed, sighing as she looked at the four teenagers in front of her, all soaked  thanks to the melted snow. "Sorry?" (Y/n) was the first to speak since they came inside, shivering from the cold. "Get changed into something comfortable, and clean up after you!" Judy said before disappearing into the living room. Ron just stood there, laughing silently to himself as the drenched teens made their way upstairs. Eventually the teens walked back down the stairs, having changed from their drenched cold clothing into sweaters and sweatpants. Once they entered the kitchen they were greeted by the aroma of warm chocolate. "Dessert is served." Judy said proudly, placing the last mug with hot coco on the table, making it a total of six around the table with a decorated red velvet cake in the middle. The four sat down, taking their mugs before grabbing a slice of cake. "It looks lovely, Judy." The said woman smiled at the brunette. "Thank you Mikaela, at least someone compliments my cooking." She said before shooting a small glare towards (Y/n) who already started on her piece. "Sam, didn't say anything either." "Don't drag me into this." Sam shot back, earning a glare from his sister. "Enough you two." The arguing stopped, but the glares continued.

The evening came to an ending, Judy and Ron already went to bed, leaving the four teenagers downstairs.  A Christmas movie was playing on the background. Mikaela was curled up at Sam's side, they were both asleep, the movie wasn't exactly in something to their interests. Bumblebee was still watching the movie, with (Y/n) curled up to his side. The young blonde looked down once the movie ended, smiling softly to himself once he saw that (Y/n) had fallen asleep as well. It was his first Christmas with the family Witwicky, or first Christmas in general, and he had loved it. It had been a rowdy night, yet he wouldn't have changed it. His friends were safe, and for the first time in a while he actually felt relaxed. It was something he'd never forget.

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Almost Easy ( Transformers bayverse - Reader insert ) Chapter 1.1

“Before time began, there was the Cube. We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them with life. That is how our race was born. For a time, we lived in harmony, like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war, a war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the Cube was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it and rebuild our home, searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, the message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called Earth. But we were already too late.” “He’s late.” The sun was burning the older man slowly, as he and his youngest kid were waiting for his eldest son to get out of school. Ron shot a look towards the backseat, noticing that the teenager seated wasn’t paying attention to him, rather to the other kids walking out of the place they just escaped. “He was talking to Mr. Hosney before I left. He should be out soon.” A nod was all they got in response before Ron turned back, looking at the school doors with a frown. “Did he get an A?” A sigh escaped the teen’s lips, remembering the deal they made with their father. If both twins managed to get three A’s and a thousand dollars each, he would buy them their first car. To much dismay of the two, but they came to an agreement eventually and decided to suck it up. “I sure hope so.” (Y/n) mumbled before crossing her arms. Before Ron could turn back they noticed the older twin running out off the school, waving the paper in his hand around happily. “Yes! yes, yes!” A smile appeared on (Y/n)’s face, realizing they’d finally get their car. “So?” Sam opened the door with haste, climbing in as he shoved the paper into his fathers face, giving him no time or space to examine the paper. “A-, it’s an A, though.” Ron reached for the paper, grabbing it out of his son’s hands. “Wait, wait, wait. I can’t see.” He paused, inspecting the paper before handing it back to Sam and glancing at his daughter in the rearview mirror. “It’s an A.” Sam and (Y/n) shared a glance, both smiling to themselves before Sam turned to his father. “So we’re good.” “You’re good.” A laugh escaped (Y/n)’s mouth as the car started. “Freedom, here we come!” The brunette in the front cheered along, making Ron roll his eyes with a small smile on his own face.

The ride took some time, yet after a while Ron rode onto a certain terrain. “I got a little surprise for you kids.” Sam glanced at his sister in the mirror before turning to their dad. “What kind of…” He trailed off, making (Y/n) follow his glance. “No, no, no, no, no. Dad!” He nearly climbed out off his seat. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me.” (Y/n) sighed as soon as she heard the older man laugh. “He is, aren’t you?” Ron nodded, making Sam look between him and the teen in the back seat. “Yeah, I am. You’re not getting a Porsche.” Sam’s smile dropped within an instant, making (Y/n) bite back a chuckle. “You think that’s funny?” “Yeah, I think it’s funny.” With a yawn (Y/n) leaned back in her seat, and threw her legs up on the couch. Ron’s laughter was cut short as he noticed how the youngest was seated. “Feet of the car.” “What’s wrong with you?” Sam questioned, interrupting the new argument before it could continue. “You’d think I’d really get you a Porsche for your first car?” Sam folded his arms like a toddler starting it’s temper tantrum. “I don’t want to talk to you for the rest of this whole thing.” A grin appeared on (y/n)’s face, as she leaned her head back against the door window. “A bit difficult as dad has to pay the remaining two-thousand.” The older twin turned to the backseat, a glare on his face. “On whose side are you?” “Of the one who pays the most.” Ron chuckled as Sam huffed, turning back to look around. “Oh, come on. It’s just a practical joke.” The boy shook his head. “It’s not a funny joke.” The tension faded, and silence took over until. “(Y/n) Witwicky feet of the couch!” - First part is out, It isn't as much as I hoped I'd write but it seemed like an okay starter for this account. Feel free to request oneshots in the meantime. And I'm debating on making this story as a character x reader one in the future, probably 2nd or 3rd book. So... who should be endgame?