How to love an autobot Xreader fanfic

Stop flirting with the camaro

I know, the picture is Mikaela, pretend its you :)

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"So, bumblebee.." (Y/n) said while laying atop the hood of the camaro.

Sam was sitting on the grass, trying to keep a safe distance, as he nervously bit the skin off his bottom lip piece by piece. Bumblebee remained silent as (y/n) looked up at the sky.

"It was badass, what you did back there." (y/n) said looking at the windshield, then ahead.

"Glad you liked the show- hot babe like you- I had to showoff.." Bumblebee replied.

"Woah. Hey Sam, the camaro here flirts better then you do." (y/n) bit her bottom lip.

"Wait what." Sam said snapping out of what ever trance he was in.

"Found me boyfriend material." (y/n) winked at Sam, taunting him.

"What? No. stop." Sam said placing his hand over his mouth, rolling his eyes, and exhaling.

Bumblebee revved his engine, and (y/n) brushed her hands through her hair. She was enjoying Sams reaction, but she was just joking, Sam is cute when he's mad and flustered.

"I have alot, and I mean, alot of questions." She said hopping off the hood of the camaro and leaning against the front of him, arms crossed.

"We must all have- alot of questions- I have a question- You single?" Bumblebee asked through the different radio clips.

(y/n) had no idea how to respond to this, but it sure did make her double take and process what she heard. She could see in the corner of her eye that Sam had furrowed his brow, probably not believing what he just heard. (y/n) has no experience on how to respond to a flirting camaro. She does know how to play it cool, but should she, what would even be the outcome? She liked that the robot, of day 1, payed her more mind then Sam ever has.

"Yeah. I'm single and free Sunday night." She replied winking at bumblebee with a smile, she wouldn't be single if the little girl over there would grow a pair.

Sam placed both hands on top of his head. "No. Please No. Stop. Stop flirting with the camaro."

(y/n) wanted to say something until she heard a crackle off in the distance. She quickly hopped back onto the camaros hood and relaxed. She intently watched the meteor shower, the glow of the meteorites reflected off her iris. She gazed at them as they neared closer and closer.

"Falling from the heavens- What your watching- Is your answer." Bumblebee said through multiple radio station snippets.

"I like that..." (y/n) said quietly.

"And that is?" Bumblebee asked.

"How you talk through am. and fm. radio stations... not like, those brainwashed sounding robots from the movies." (y/n) chuckled.

Bumblebee revved his engine, which gave Sam a heart attack as he jumped a little. His heart rate was up and his goosebumps were back again. He didnt even say anything because he wanted nothing to do with their conversation. Ignoring his surroundings, Sam's eyes followed the meteorites which were about to make impact with the Earth's surface. All meteorites except one passed over their heads, and they all landed in seperate locations.

A meteorite ahead crash landed 40 or so feet away from them, and to Sam's surprise it got up. Standing 13 feet & 6 inches tall, the leader of the autobots rose up in the distance and the first thing he did was copy the identity of a semi truck passing by. Then the autobot transformed and took off.

"What, what was that." Sam said turning towards the two.

"get in.." Bee said as he opened his doors.

Sam and (y/n) made their way to each side of the car, and got inside. The doors shutting on their own, the vehicle starts up and pulls out from the lot. The car ride was silent, no one has bothered to say anything yet.  (y/n) angled the rear view mirror so she could see her cheek, which was slightly bleeding. She then noticed the disco ball and bumble bee hanging from the mirror, and she thought it was the cutest little thing ever. She tapped it multiple times.

"The irony of this." (y/n) said as she sat back, the feeling of heavy silence lifted off her chest once she broke it.

"mhm." Bumblebee said through the radio.

"Yeah, it looks good with the camaro, form, you got going here."

Sam rolled his eyes and smiled, looking out the window to avoid them. (y/n) didn't notice because she was thinking about Bumblebees name, she should just start calling him bee.

"Hey, Bee," She smiled in her head "Did I ever tell you how good you look, with your paint job and racing stripes." (y/n) said putting emphasis into it.

Sam smacked his hand dead center on the steering wheel.

"Stop flirting with the camaro, and stop lying to it, it turns into this piece of crap camaro and you know it." He sighed looking at (y/n).
The car came to a screeching halt in the road.

"Out- you both" Bee said kicking them out.

"Oh great, thanks Sam. Really sugar coated his nerves, way to go! He has feelings too!"

"Oh come on Bee." Sam said as he drove away.

(y/n) crossed her arms and paced back and forth. Within a few seconds her pacing stopped, as she watched a 2006 Chevrolet camaro pull up, yellow with the black racing stripes. Hold on, we're going home by Drake was playing as Bee pulled up, door opening for (y/n).

"Get in, babe."

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excuse my spelling, please correct me so I can fix it. but don't be mean :(
-the author