(Bumblebee x Black! Reader)
A Storyteller.
That's what Y/n always seemed to be, whether it was the piles of notebooks or the simple fact her flash drive compacted all the stories her grandfather ever told.
"Hero's always have their stories to tell...
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'Why continue to chase after someone when they deserve the moon, and you simply can't give it to them,'- Sam Witwicky
2
Tonight was perfect.
Not only was (Y/n) able to warm up her meal from 'Honey's Waffles' without ruining the quality, but she was able to watch her favorite movie before falling asleep. The covers were warm, along with the hand sewn quilt her grandmother made her in the ninth grade. The stars were hand stitched, along with her favorite constellations.
It was beautiful, in the far right square at the very bottom was a stitched planet from her family's stories her grandfather told. She still remembers the tears she shed that night on her birthday, Sam's laughter at how ugly her face scrunched up as fat tears rolled down.
It was one of the memories she cherished the most, things were so simple back then, but here they were last year of highschool and college acceptance letters littered her simi neat desk.
She rolled over, snuggling into the bear on the other side of the bed as she thought about the handsome boy from earlier. The girl bit her lip as a giggle bubbled up behind her lips as she tried to keep the feeling at bay. He was a stranger, and yet he left her feeling like she was the only one in the world at that moment. She could still feel the lips that whispered against her ear at the soft promise to see her again.
(Y/n) will admit, she's looking forward to the possibility of the boy walking through the large doors of her family's library. It was another one of her pride that she did not take lightly, and sharing it with someone she saw as a romantic interest was something she most definitely wanted to share. She rarely had crushes of course, she spent so much time on school work and stories to really experience dating and here she was, imagining scenarios of her reading him her favorite book as they snuggled on the couch.
Her mind wandered back to the illusion episode she had in the car, it came out of nowhere but left her hot and heavy. The hands seemed to know where to go on her body as if they'd done it so many times before
A yawn escaped her plump lips getting comfortable underneath the warm blankets, now all she had to do was get a few more hours of sleep before-,
Her phone started to go off, the ringtone blaring to life with the three women's voices taking over singing 'Soldier'. A groan left her lips as she slugged her arm over to grab the phone from the nightstand. The screen blinded her as the contact read 'Lord Witwicky >:(' appeared with three text messages.
With a sigh (Y/n) answered, praying he wasn't calling her to tell her about a dream he had about Mikaela.
"Yes Sam-"
"(Y-Y/n)! I need you to bike down to the end of your block right now! M-My car is being stolen-they're about to pass your street!" Sam's breathing sounded panicked and out of breath, he let out a yelp as the phone shuffled a bit.
