“Sam…” you spoke up, watching the boy pace back and forth, his steps erratic and his breathing heavy.
“There’s nothing you could’ve done,” your optics softened as you kneeled down beside him, your servos gently resting on his shoulder.
Sam looked up at you; you could see the tears in his eyes streaming down his face. His skin was dirty, smudged with grime, and his clothes were partly torn.
“I don’t know what to do…” His voice was shaky, filled with despair.
“We stick together, Sam,” you nodded, offering a reassuring smile on your face plate.
Hearing more footsteps, you lifted your helm, seeing Bumblebee back with the twins, Skids and Mudflap, who were bantering as usual.
“Welp, no punk-ass cons followed us, so we all good,” Mudflap said, a hint of bravado in his tone.
“Good,” you hummed, feeling a slight sense of relief.
“Sam— you okay?” Bumblebee said through the radio. Sam sniffled and wiped his face with the back of his hand, trying to compose himself. “Yeah… I’m okay, Bee. Just… overwhelmed.”
Bumblebee stepped closer, his optics softening. “We’re here for you, Sam. We’ll get through this together.”
You stood back up, placing your servo on your hip, hearing Sam’s friend Leo walking over to you all in a panicked frenzy.
“Literally, I can’t believe this—this shit is insane!” Leo exclaimed, his voice cracking with fear.
“Ah, here his punk ass go again,” Skidz groaned. “Fucking pussy.”
“Hey, hey! I shouldn’t be here—literally should not be here right now, man! I can just go back and tell them I had nothing to do with it because technically I didn’t—Simplemente corrí hacia donde tú corrías. Esto no tiene nada que ver conmigo, soy inocente!” Leo rambled, his words spilling out faster and faster.
Switching your servo to a gun, you commanded, “Shut it.”
Leo’s eyes widened as he put his hands in the air, shouting, “Woah woah woah! Don’t shoot! I’m just saying—this isn’t my fight! I’m not cut out for this! I can’t handle this kind of pressure! And you—oh my god, you were a Decepticon! How do we know we can trust you? How do I know you won’t just turn on us? This is crazy!”
Bee quickly stepped in front of you, waving your gun away from Leo’s direction. “No need for that, let’s stay calm,” he urged.
“Oh oh, you done pissed off one of the old ones,” Skid began to holler. “Nah uh, imma stay right here.
“Old one? What do you mean old! You’re a bad one—MAN! What the fuck—” Leo stammered, “I can’t do this! I can’t do this shit! I don’t want to die! I have a life, I have plans, I have—And now we have a former Decepticon on our side? How is this supposed to make me feel safe?”
Sam cussed to himself as he shoved Leo back slightly. “She was one. Was! Keyword, remember that, alright?” Sam looked up at you his eyes giving a pleading stare. “N/N, please—”
“Sorry,” you said, switching back to your servo. “Old habit.”
“That’s that Megatron training right there,” Mudflap joked.”
“Mhm, from Destiny’s Child to Beyoncé, she’s glowin’ now, look at her,” Skid laughed, nudging Mudflap.
“You two— fucking shitheads think this is funny?” Leo snapped at the twins.
Leo, still catching his breath and visibly trembling. “This is all just too much. I mean, how are we supposed to trust her? What if she goes back to the Decepticons? What if—”
Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Shut up! Jesus! We fugitives! We’re ALL fugitives— doesn’t matter anymore. Shit is gonna happen, more shit is gonna get ugly! You wanted to be apart of it now you’re in the middle of it.”
Mudflap chuckled. “Well at least we look good.”
“Right, cause we sexier than a mother fucka,” Skidz said nodding his helm. “Got shit twisted, we gonna come out looking like hero’s. Leo’s gonna come out with no clothes and a thong.”
“I can fucking hear you two!” Leo shouted.
You walked away towards Mikaela, who was sitting by a fire. Transforming into your vehicle mode, you opened your door. “It’s a lot warmer in here,” you said, using the radio to communicate with her.
Mikaela looked up, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames, and gave a small smile. “Thanks,” she said, standing up and walking over to you. She slipped into the passenger seat, closing the door behind her.
Settling into your warm interior, Mikaela sighed in relief. “This is much better,” she admitted, rubbing her hands together to warm them up.
You adjusted your internal temperature to make her more comfortable. “I know it’s been a rough day, but we’re all here for each other,” you said through the radio.
Mikaela nodded, her expression softening. “Yeah, I know. It’s just… a lot to take in. Y/N….?”
“Yes?”
“What’s gonna happen to us?”
“…get some sleep Mikaela.”
. . .
You felt a tap on your hood, waking up from your recharge. You slowly scanned the area, picking up Mikaela’s body near Sam on a broken couch. Transforming into your alt mode, your optics opened and adjusted, seeing Bumblebee standing near you.
He tilted his helm, swaying his servo for you to follow him. You followed him a little ways out, not too far where you couldn’t see the fire.
“What is it, Bee?” you asked him. “Everything okay?”
“Losing… Optimus made me think about losing Sam and you… I can’t lose you,” Bumblebee said, looking at you intently.
“Bumblebee,” you chuckled shyly. “What are you saying right now?”
“You and I—have more chemistry than I thought. I love you, Y/N, more than the world could ever know,” Bumblebee said, stuttering slightly with his voice box.
Your optics widened in surprise, the sincerity in his words and the vulnerability in his stance taking you a little aback. “Bee, you and I we—“
Bumblebee took a step closer, his servos gently reaching out to you. “I’ve felt this way for a while. I just never found the right moment to tell you. But with everything going on….”
You processed his words, feeling a mix of emotions. “I love you too. Always felt it in my spark.”
A relieved, happy sound emanated from Bumblebee. “You do?”
“Yes, I do,” you admitted, stepping closer and placing your servo on his. Bumblebee brought you closer, his helm touching yours gently. You hummed, closing your optics. “Even with a con, you still want this?”
“More than anything,” Bumblebee replied, his voice steady and full of conviction.
You felt a warmth spread through your circuits. “We’ll be okay…”
"Whatcha doing?" You ask in a sing-song voice and jump onto your best friend's back, giggling at his sound of protest. Changbin sits in a huge chair and you slip in easily behind him while clinging to him like a koala, Changbin's papers scattering around his desk.
"About to dump you onto the floor, is what I'm doing," Changbin mutters, failing to conceal the smile on his lips. "I'm writing lyrics."
You perk up at that, scrabbling around in the back of his armchair before peering over his shoulder. "Lyrics? What genre? Sad, angry, happy, hungry - "
"Hungry?" Changbin asks in bewilderment, beginning to laugh. "Who writes songs about being hungry?"
Flashing a goofy smile at him, you squish him tighter in your arms. "Me! Listen; oh I'm so hungry, please give me food, but don't give me peas, or I will eat you," you sing in a mock-passionate tone, and Changbin lets out a sound that's a cross between a laugh and a cry.
"What the fuck," he whines, slapping his hand to his forehead. "Well, at least it rhymed, I'll give you that."
"Hey, my songwriting skills are better than yours," you giggle, sliding around to the front of the chair. "I bet I could make a best selling single."
"Oh yeah? Are you sure?" Changbin leans back in his seat, crossing his big arms across his buff chest. His dark hair is covered by the black cap casting shadows on his face, and his lips curve into a smile as he watches you scribble onto a piece of blank paper. You perch nimbly on the armrest, your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth as you write a bunch of nonsense lyrics.
"Yes, look," you thrust the paper towards him, watching as he reads your hasty handwriting with a growing smile. Looking at him like this, you can't help but notice the wild thudding of your heart in your chest, and you curse yourself mentally for feeling strange things towards your best friend.
Looking up from the paper, Changbin leans forward so his face is close to yours. You hold your breath, your stomach erupting into butterflies at the small silence.
"Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
Changbin's face breaks into a smile as he slaps the paper onto his desk. "Are you a cannibal? You said you're going to eat me about five times in two verses in this."
Flushing red, you pick the paper up again, unable to look him in the eye. "It rhymed," you pout, before giggling. "But maybe it is too much."
Shaking his head, Changbin leans closer, but the chair unbalances and you both gasp as you feel it toppling over.
In a split second, Changbin's hand darts out to cradle the back of your head before you crash to the floor, the boy landing ontop of you, his wide eyes staring into your own.
His gaze slowly darts down to your parted lips you look up at him in shock, and you wonder if he's aware of his tongue licking his bottom lip.
"Binnie? Are you hungry too?" You blurt out, and then kick yourself.
Changbin though, laughs quietly. "Hungry? Why?"
"You're licking your lips," your voice shakes as you whisper.
"I ... I think I might be hungry for you ... " Changbin replies, his cheeks turning a dark shade of red. "Can I kiss you?"
Eyes widening, you've barely nod before Changbin's mouth clamps onto yours, warm and soft. He's incredibly gentle and immediately takes your breat away, suddenly feeling light headed as you kiss him back, pulling at the front of his shirt to bring him closer to you.
