(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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"A family friend told me something once; No sacrifice, No Victory." - (Y/n) (L/n) StoryTeller / Hero
8
Breathing is a good thing to remember during times like this. When the panic starts to settle in along with your current reality and expectations. Your nerves pump you with adrenaline, triggering your fight or flight responses.
And sometimes your first instinct is to react with emotion instead.
(Y/n) let out a guttural scream before jumping up catching Sam and Mikeala's attention. The two teens were by her side in two seconds flat Lennox not too far behind. A whine of whirr caught their attention to the side. A large figure of black and yellow moved slowly from the rubble, weirs and sparks emitted from stubs where his legs were supposed to be. Looking around there was no sight of his other ped. The reality of war was sinking in fast.
"Bumblebee!" The girl pushed Sam away and scampered over to the scout. She horrifically watches him drag himself along the ground in pain. His two legs were gone, although she woke up besides one missing limb it didn't make her feel any less positive about the situation. "Oh my god! What can I do? Tell me what to do! I can help you-I'll help you-"
Sam started to help clearing a path allowing the scout to move though, "We got you Bee, you just gotta get up. Bumblebee? Get up!"
"Ratchet!" (Y/n) screamed for help.
What Bumblebee needed was immediate medical attention, and it was unfortunate she didn't know how else to help in this situation. You think in all those books she's read there were instructions for this. To help when they were injured and there's no help from their fellow colleagues.
The girl went back in front of the Cybertronian, her hands shaking and eyes burning. She didn't know what to do. No one around them knew what to do! "You gotta get up," Sam encouraged, "You're okay. You're okay. Come on!"
As if things couldn't get worse the retracting sounds of a tank in the distance was hollow in her head. For the first time she got to witness a tank firing off in the middle of the street in real life. She had to give men in the service their props, because compared to them she didn't have any balls big enough for this kind of thing. She already had huge respect for the men and women in camo. But for now there won't be a day where she'll shy away for saying thank you for your service.
"Decepticons can have tanks?" (Y/n) whispered solemnly, "These mother fuckers are cheating!"
Sam could only stare in horror at the sight before him. Jazz and Ratchet could be seen in the distance making their way towards them. It should've been a slight reassurance that help was on the way but the Decepticon tank looked like it was ready to end them in one millisecond.
