(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" was his words to her every night before he passed. And here she was, standing alongside her childhood friend, Sam Witwicky, his 'car' standing before the both of them. The bot crouched closer and she never wavered, a small smile grazing her lips as he attempted to fix the jacket that hung limp off her shoulders. The mannerisms were so gentle, it didn't matter that he basically towered over the both of them. He had her trust the moment he saved her. "Alright, what's the plan honeybee?" (I do not own transformers)