#bumblebee fanfic

[cranberry333]

Shockwave Syndrome

Chapter 5: Something is going on within the Cybertronian Prison.

And it has everything to do with Shockwave.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/72403646/chapters/213625981

[qatheauthoress74]

Chapter "133" Summary: ‘Bee struggles to find the perfect Valentine’s Day gift for Charlie before Megatron gets a “gift” from an unexpected guest.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17648414

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[fruity-mercenary]

Hey!! Trying something New! :D i wanna get back into writing so ima do some reader and characters, oc and canon, and canon and canon writings whenever i get bored! I’m currently on a waiting list on A03 so i’ll post it here for now! I would deeply appreciate feed back and suggestions! (Especially since I struggle with character Dialogue and Comedy even though its my favorite genre 😅) i do hope you enjoy however! <3

This is the first one! Its Earthspark Bumblebee and Reader (you) You wake up sick and he does everything he can to make sure your comfortable and cozy.

The first thing you see when you wake up is big, blue, worried eyes staring down at you. At first it’s a little confusing, but as you come to you realize it’s Bumblebee.

You smile weakly and stifle a small cough that turns into a larger one. You shift and pull the blanket closer as you shiver. It fits just right, its soft and gray, with little white dots that turn into stars.

“Are you okay? Can i get you anything? Soup? Water?” Bumblebee bombards with questions. Hes gentle as adjusts your pillows. You take a moment to comprehend what he just said.. “tissues… maybe a cough drop..?” You Sniffle and cough but not has harshly as before.

“Yes! Will do!” he hops up quickly, rushing off to find said things, the ground shakes softly as he walks to cabinet to cabinet in the base under the barn. Your thankful the hay hasn’t followed into the cozy space.

You feel kinda drowsy and start to close your eyes. You wonder whats taking bumblebee so long. It isn’t long till he comes over and hands you glass “hehe..so there really isn’t any human things down here! But i’m sure Dorothy can make some soup and get you those tissues and cough drops! Would you like that?” He asks politely as he nervously rubs his neck

You laugh softly as bumblebees awkwardness, it’s obvious he cares about you and wants to make sure you feel better. You cough into your hand, not wanting to get your germs on him even if he can’t get sick. “That would be nice…” you say in soft, hoarse voice

He smiles and jumps up with a little hop in his step. “Cool! Cool cool! I’ll go get that!” He points to the door and rushes to go, stopping when you call out his name. “Yeah!?” He becomes calmer, frowning, he wishes you well.

“Thank you…” you curl up closer to yourself, coughing hard. You hope to feel better soon..you like the though of fresh air and to play tag with the terrans. Maybe a walk in the woods to clear your mind.

Bumblebee smiles softly, tilting his head at the gratitude. “Anytime, get some rest” he says in that warm like honey voice he uses when hes appreciative.

You feel your eyes start to close.. you watch him leave.. a part of you doesn’t want him to go, you feel like crap, your shivering, coughing and sniffling. You want to curl up next to him to feel the warm of the engines. You know hes gone to take care of you and he’ll be back. But theres always the anxiety that maybe he’ll get caught up on a mission or its all a dream and you’ll wake up in your room you had before you met bumblebee.. but as you think all this you breathe out your mouth and drift off to sleep.

***

When you wake up again you still feel sick, but you’re awake now, still wrapped up in a blanket and in the cozy nook area. You smell the wonderful soup, surprisingly its still hot too. Though now your head is propped up and instead of a head rest, your head is in bumblebees leg. Is oddly soft even if its still metal. You smile but still feel bad you are getting your germs all over him.

He seems to be sleeping. Or maybe meditating? Its hard to tell but you like it all the same. You grab a tissues that was on the bed side table, along with a few cough drops, the un-drunk glass of water, and the soup with a spoon. It makes you happy that you have so many people (and bots) who want to nurse you back to health. Especially bumblebee.

He looks down on you as you grab the bowl of soup, he smiles and uses his index finger to rub your hair. You two dont need to speak to know how much you care for each other. Bumblebee will be patient as he helps you get over you illness. He’d love for you to be smiling and running around, tracking his speed record and practicing basketball.

Bumblebee isn’t too familiar with human sickness but he definitely knows you dont feel good, just by the way you sound when you cough is telling enough. And though hes a little grossed out by the too-late-uncovered-sneezing he cant seem to care that much.

Bumblebee notices the small frown on your lips, even if you seem to be enjoying the soup. he grabs the remote and puts a show on. He skips threw a few channels, he cant seem to find something until you sit up.

“Stop!” You cough out

He stops switching channels

“Go back.. back further.. keep going…… stop! Forward” you whisper, though the soup is soothing it still hurts to talk. “There..” you smile when you slump back down and curl up closer to bumblebees engines, they feel warm on your shivering arms, exactly what you needed to keep cozy to the max.

You look back at the tv when bumblebee turns the volume up. You told him to stop and go back because the channel had your favorite movie on. You could recognize it form any part, especially since the movie was already 30 minutes in.

“You like this movie?” Bumblebee wondered, since being a scout he didn’t really get to just sit down and enjoy many earth films. He saw bits and pieces when the terrans decided to watch something but it wasn’t really his speed.

“Duh!” You cough and blow your nose. “Sh sh.. the best part is coming up!” You smile as you make bumblebee watch. His reaction is what you’d expect. Your glad hes into your favorite movie, cause then he couldn’t stay your friend.

You were kidding, you didnt know what you’d do without bumblebee. Hes sweet, a bit silly even if it doesnt mean it. And a bit oblivious to some of the jokes you made. But its what made bumblebee, bumblebee and thats what you loved about him. You may there watching the movie. You’d make some comments if you were feeling better, but you wanted to finish your soup and down your water.

You weren’t tired but weren’t quite awake either. You just lay there, content as you could be in that moment. Bumblebee puts his hand in your back and you feel soothed. If you could you’d bask in the moment forever.. minus being sick. You got comfortable agains bumblebee oddly soft metal and focused on the movie.

Especially since bumblebee liked it too… it made you happy and safe. You already had a list of movies in your mind of what you think bumblebee might like.. once your feeling better a slumber party was just the perfect thing for the both of you.

[dvdson]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Weiss Ruby knows is witty, curious, and can talk about anything and everything. Sometimes, she understands Ruby more than Ruby understands herself. Calling her a friend is too simple, too narrow, but it’s the only title that’s safe.

The Weiss she’s looking at right now, though—she’s curt, she’s quiet, and she looks at everyone with apprehension that can be mistaken for coldness.

“I don’t know what you see in her,” Jaune says, as if reading her mind. “I mean, yeah, she’s pretty—”

“She’s more than pretty,” Ruby mumbles.

“—but so are a lot of girls. And guys too.”

Ruby raises an eyebrow at him. “You notice pretty guys, Jaune?”

“I notice pretty people,” he replies, crossing his arms. “Guys, girls, in-betweens; I don’t discriminate.”

[yangscutebutt]

Opening Up

Blake X Yang, Bumbleby, fluff

Warnings: talks of abusive ex, Mentions stalkin, vulnerability

Looking down at her scroll, Blake noticed that Adam texted her once more "I need to see you." This was the 3rd time since she left for Beacon that he'd contacted her. She was sick of his harassment but didn't have it in her to respond. It was easier to keep a blind eye to something so invasive. After reading that, all she wanted was to climb in bed and cry herself to sleep. At least it was a place she could escape him.The feline faunus packed up her textbooks, notes and scroll, leaving the library to start her brisk walk back to her dorm.

She entered her room and collapsed in bed with a heavy sigh. In the bed above hers, Yang swung her head over the edge, her long gold locks falling down while her body remained in the top bunk bed. Hanging upside down, Her face began pooling with blood as she was confused and stunned aby her teammate's tears. Yang had never seen Blake cry, let alone this much. Blake was now bent over the edge of her bed, creating a pool into her hands. All these memories, the past was haunting her and she couldn’t run.

Yang flipped off the bunk bed, landing both feet on the floor. She sat next to her emotional teammate And put her hand on her thigh. Speaking out she said “Studying at Beacon shouldn’t be this difficult. Are you okay?”

Blake was stunned someone would approach her in this wet mess. Feeling safe enough to bring down her guard a bit, she lowered her hands from her face. Tears still flowing, she tried to make eye contact with her purple eyed friend.

She was exasperated and scared. Blake confessed, “I'm having problems with my ex.” Blake looked away and shook her head in disgust. “ We have history and it's been hard to get him to leave me alone.”

Now red eyed, the golden-haired girl contested“ I don’t know what you’ve tried, but if you tell me where I can find this guy, I'll punch his lights out.” Revved up, Yang stood up in a ready fighting position. After several jabs at the air demonstrating her skill, Blake had stopped crying. even though she was still teary eyed, a single corner of her lip was pulled upward. Blake Looked at how goofy yet brave yang was being for her and it made her wonder, did yang’s friendship come at a price like Adams did?

Feeling that pain again Blake bitterly asked “Why? Why do you act like this?”

This hurt Yang and she blinked for a moment eyebrows furrowed. She didn't understand where this was coming from; Why was Blake reacting this way? Her irises changed back to soft lavender eyes and Yang's eyes rolled defending herself “Well I care about you” faintly blushing seemingly hiding more than that.

While it was an honest statement, it was a statement Blake had heard Adam say when dismissing her or invalidating her.

Blake felt the pain coming back. The reality that nobody really cared about her was starting to set in again.

Painfully Blake yelled at Yang, “ I don’t need you to care about me! Just because you’re my teammate doesn’t mean you have to care about me!” Yangs laughs cut off the end of Blakes statement. She winks giving a finger gun to Blake, “ I’m pretty sure that's exactly what teammates are supposed to do! Besides, I care for you by choice. You couldn’t stop me caring about you if you tried.” Yang bent over at the hips and stuck her tongue out keeping her eyes closed.

Feeling totally disarmed, Blake’s smile returned and she laughed at this new bewildered feeling And she truly laughed with nothing else on her mind except her new found friend. Blushing only ever so slightly, Blake whispered gently, “ You have a big heart Yang.”

Her silly pose quickly went away as that was one of the most genuine things she’d been told, and heard. Her cheekbones flushed and below a crooked smile grew. Yang's eyes darted to a few different places before latching onto Blakes unwavering eyes. Yang lightly corrected, “ Just know my heart is big enough to care for you too”

Yang grabbed a book on the shelf she had seen Blake reading a few days ago and handed it to her; a bookmark protruded at about 2/3rds of the way through. Yang went back to her top bunk in just a single bound causing minimal reverberation.

Blake opened, and tried to focus on the book, but gave up after failing on the same page over 5 times. She closed it and her eyes, but her mind raced thinking about how nice it felt to feel cared about.

Thank you to @witches-and-wyvrens for moral support and thank you to all that read and enjoyed my work.

[the-angery-sapphic]

The Apocalypse

Post volume 7, team RWBY is defending Mantle against Salem’s defences and get separated in the process.  Bumbleby angst and fluff! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Yang fell to her knees as her eyes searched the battlefield frantically.  Surrounded by ash and rubble, her throat constricted as she failed to locate the rest of her team.  Her vision slowly closing into a tunnel as her lungs struggled to contain any oxygen.  Tears pricked at her eyes as she slammed her fists into the ground.  Get it together Xiao Long, you’re supposed to be the strong one. She bit the inside of her cheek, the pain snapping her back into the real world as the familiar taste of iron flooded her mouth.  She shakily rose back up to her feet, before taking a step, then another, until she was eventually running.  Her lungs burned as she ran past destroyed buildings and lifeless bodies, lilac eyes surveying the rubble, trying to find something, anything.  She heard the screams in the distance, and she ran faster.  Ruby, Weiss, ..Blake, her pain was quickly fading into the background as flashes of her team, her family, filled her head.  They need me.  It felt like forever as Yang ran towards the source of the screams, lungs burning as she forced herself to run faster, it felt like she’d been running forever until finally, finally hearing her sister’s voice.

“Ice flower!” followed by the sounds of materializing ice rang through Yang’s ears.  The Grimm let out pained snarls before dissolving into the air.  Ruby and Weiss looked as exhausted as Yang felt, tears in their clothing, dust, ash, and blood caked over their faces.

“Ruby! Weiss!” Yang called out, her voice breaking, smiling as her teammates snapped their heads towards her voice.

“Yang!” Ruby gasped out as she ran into her older sister’s arms.  Yang bit her lip to avoid a gasp of pain as Ruby squeezed her most likely broken ribs.

“Where have you been?” Weiss snapped.  As Yang gazed at the blonde, she could see the underlying worry hidden behind crystal blue eyes.

“That doesn’t matter now, I’m here”  her eyes snapped to her sister, then Weiss.

“Where is Blake?” Yang questioned.  Ruby’s eyes briefly flicker over to Weiss before she warily responded.

“We thought she was with you..”  Yang's heart clenched, No.. Yang harshly shook her head, brows furrowing in alarm.

“No, what made you think she was with me?  When did you last see her?” Yang spat, she knew she was being harsh, but could do nothing to stop it as panic flooded her senses.

“Blake went to go look for you after we were separated, we haven’t seen her since” Weiss interjected cautiously, as if Yang were ready to break.  

“Which. Way. Did. She. Go” Yang ground out, clenching her fist, she couldn’t break down, not now, not when Blake needed her.

“She was headed north, the opposite direction of Atlas Academy” Ruby responded.  

Towards the dance club, Yang’s eye’s flashed in recognition

Without waiting to hear the rest, Yang turned and ran towards the club, swiftly dodging a Grimm as it pounced at her.  She didn’t have the time to fight, she didn’t have the time to think, she didn’t have the time to breathe.  Not until she found Blake.  Her lungs burned as she forced herself to run faster, knowing she was at her limit.  She eventually made it to the club, skidding to a halt as she frantically searched for her partner.  Adrenaline flooded her senses as her heart pounded in her throat, energy coursing through her body with each beat.  She ran down the streets as she screamed Blake’s name, praying to the gods that she would be okay.  After what felt like forever, finally her eyes locked on a head of ebony hair as she watched Blake fling Gambol Shroud at an Ursa, taking it down in one swoop.  She turned towards Yang as the ashes flowed behind her, and Yang had never seen anything so beautiful.  Yang let out a choked cry as she stumbled to her partner, relief flooding through her veins.  Blake’s eyes flashed as she took in the state the blonde was in.  There was blood seeping through her clothes, bruises and scratches littering beautiful pale skin as frazzled blonde hair framed her face, revealing frantic lilac eyes.  Blake grasped at Yang’s forearms, stabling the exhausted and injured blonde.  

“Yang! Are you okay? Where have you been!” Blake slid her hands up Yang’s arms, brushing messy bangs from her face, before holding Yang’s face, thumbs sliding over the skin softly.

“You’re okay” Yang choked out, gently grasping at Blake’s wrists.  Blake’s lips pulled up into a warm smile as she gently knocked her forehead against the blondes.

“I’m okay,” she confirmed.  Yang let out a shuddering sigh, before stepping away from her partner.

“We need to catch up with Ruby and Weiss” She nodded to the direction she came from.  Blake’s eyes flashed, before agreeing with a sharp nod. 

“Let’s get out of here”

:Part II will be out soon:

[oursisthefvry]

Bumblebee: Honey bun?

You: Yes?

Bumblebee, blushing: I meant, would you like one?

You: Oh. Yeah, sure. Sugar?

Bumblebee: Yes?

You, also blushing: I was just asking if we still had some sugar in the pantry.

Bumblebee, flustered: Oh! Yeah. Sure.

Both: *completely flustered*

Ratchet, from a distance: Even I'm getting embarrassed from watching them.

Optimus Prime: I think I know what you mean.

[whirlybirbs]

pls... can I ask for a fluff piece with bee boy and a genuine confession of love. i love him sm

“You okay over there, ‘Bee?”

There’s a slow whir from his corner of the garage. He’s got both optics glued to the television screen – the glow of the screen creates a ball of a silhouette. From your place on the bench, you have to laugh. Abandoning the disassembled Walkman, you make your way over to ‘Bee to see what has him so enthralled. 

He coos, antennae jumping up at your appearance beside him.

He’s watching Top Gun.

Suddenly, Berlin’s love ballad is drifting from his speakers; slow and soft and gentle. He’s singing along.

‘Bee has figured out that romance is something also valued here on Earth – and he’s been trying… Late night drives, surprise visits, gifts (okay, maybe a Decepticon transformation cog wasn’t a great gift, but that guy was an aft anyways). You’d liked it enough! Even if you didn’t know what it was.

“Take my breath away…”

You blink. ‘Bee has this gooey look on his face. Soft. Lovey. He watches eagerly as, on screen, Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis kiss. His eyes shut a bit as he whirs happily, a bit dreamily, and you grin. 

“You like romance movies, ‘Bee?”

He blinks, tearing himself away from the TV and Top Gun, back to you and that look your serving him. He shrinks a bit under your gaze, wiggling in his spot on the floor. 

In the recent weeks, you’d both become more than just… friends. There was something there. ‘Bee knew what it was – I mean, you were perfect. Pretty and smart and nice and funny and you laughed at his jokes and understood him. He didn’t feel so broken and forgetful with you be his side. 

His spark ached at the mere thought of you.

“You should try RomComs,” you continue, “You’d love those.”

No, no, not… not the movies, just romance. In general.

“Watching I keep waiting – Still anticipating love…” Bee whines, moving to lean forward on big servos. You pop your hands on your hips. Bee likes it when you do that. He presses his face to yours, cooing. “Never hesitating to become the fated ones.”

You break into a fit of giggles then, enjoying the warm fan of hot air that sweep from his vents. Holding his chin, you shake your head and marvel at him. 

After a moment, ‘Bee throws it all to the wind.

His spark whines and so does he.

“I love – zzrt – you, honey.”

It’s genuine, real. A confession throw into the quiet of the garage, smothering his spark by leaving his scarred processor. The radio provides only enough – and you don’t hear the reality of the words. 

“I love you, too, Bee,” you chirp, misreading and oblivious to the scout’s innter turmoil, “You’re my best friend.”

Bumblebee curses Blitzwing for the millionth time.