Imagine TFA Bumblebee having a crush on you and he's sooo cringe and obvious about it, but for some reason he thinks NO ONE could POSSIBLY know abt his feelings for you, cuz he's so SECRETIVE about it.
Anyways, he tries to ask you out on a date (he imagined it going more smoothly but he ended up fumbling his words and rambling), but then Sari butts in yelling "HE LIIIIIKES YOU!!!", and steam exits his flustered frame as he yells back at her to "SHUT UP!!!!"
He he, hey guys... *clears throat* long time no see....
So life got super busy and fast paced recently, so I haven't had a lot of time to write, but I do still plan on lots of smut, so here's some that I've had waiting!
Kinktober: Day 15
In Session
Bay!Bumblebee x fem!reader
Sexting + uniform
Warnings: pre-established relationship, spelling mistakes, semi-public masterbation, f+m masterbastion, sexting, Bee has a thing for college uniforms, reader is Sam's sister, this is filthy and I love it, PURE SMUT
The clock seemed to go slower the more you glanced at it. With every ten minutes that passed, only two actually had. And it wasn’t the class in general, or even the teacher, but just the day. It was mid afternoon, the sun was starting to set and this guy was preaching about math to a class of over a hundred students.
You sat toward the back, scribbling in your notebook, bored out of your mind. It was Thursday and this weekend your boyfriend, Bumblebee had promised to take you out driving. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him.
While your twin brother Sam went to a co-ed ivy league college, you took a different route. A private all girls college to study astrology. And the only draw back to this school was that you had to wear uniforms. And they were those white button down, blue blazer and plaid skirt uniforms. You felt ridiculous half of the time, but with hundreds of others wearing it, it was alright.
You phone buzzed in your blazer pocket, glancing around to ensure no one was watching, you pulled it out, smiling down at the screen.
Bee <3: how’s my honey bee doing?
you: bored, my last class is taking for-ever-er.
you: can the weekend come early this week? I miss you
Bee <3: i miss you too, and i think i have an idea on how to make things better…
You stare at your phone for a moment, typing out a response before your phone dings again. And it’s not a text this time, it’s a picture. Bee’s in his bedroom at NEST HQ, laying down on his berth. It’s a selfie with his arm raised above his head and his glorious abs and navel in the shot.
He’s all smooth and angular lines, so different from human forms yet just- of not more- attractive.
Your face heated, quickly glancing around the room. You’re in the last row, and the nearest student is ten chairs away in front of you. The beauty of sitting in the back. But you knew where this was going to go.
you: bee, don’t start, i’m in class
Bee <3: one picture won’t hurt
Bee <3: please?
Biting your lip, you undo the top few buttons on your shirt, letting your bra peek out. Pressing your arms together you set your phone up on your open laptop and take a picture of your cleavage. You angle said laptop to cover anything from wandering eyes and send the pic.
Bee <3: primus, you’re hot. I can’t wait until this weekend when I can have you in my arms again
Squeezing your thighs together, you type back.
you: I was hoping we’d do more than cuddle
Bee <3: we will, we’re going for a ride
you: a long one?
Bee <3: super long *attachment*
the next picture comes through is of Bee’s navel, hips, thighs and pressurized spike. It stood up right, biolights glowing that beautiful blue glow. Your thighs pressed together harder.
you: is there any chance you can sneak away tonight? I want you so bad
Bee <3: I would if I could, honey bee, but we’ve got a strict curfew over here
you: hmm, and here I thought you had a sense of advenure
Moving quietly, you set your phone down on the floor and start recording. You tilt your hips forward and spread your legs, showing off your underwear. Reaching under your skirt, you pull them down to your ankles and then spread your knees wide. The lighting is stupid perfect, bouncing and glowing off your skin.
You right yourself for a moment, double checking the room, before sending it to him.
Bee <3: You’re going to drive me insane, got me all worked up over some slutty little skirt
you: i can wear this when you pick me up on Friday
Bee <3: don’t you dare, I’ll lose it and frag you right on the campus front steps
you: we might have to add that to our bucket list
Bee <3: you like the thought of me fragging you in front of everyone, making sure they know you’re mine? that instead of choosing some dumb football jock, you picked a sports car?
you: he’s actually an advanced robotic organism, but close enough
Glancing up at the clock, you groan seeing you still have 45 minutes left.
you: we might have to cool it down, Bee, I’m getting horny and still have 45 minutes left of class
Bee <3: I can work with 45 minutes
Your eyes grew wide, your heart started to race, a flush marking your cheeks.
you: Bee, we can’t
Bee <3: we can and we will, unless you want me to cum alone…
Another video comes through and you’re glad it’s on mute. The video is clearly from his own eyes, looking down at his hard spike and stroking it harshly. Rough, gripping movements that make your throat close up. Transfluid drips from his tip and he uses that to lube his shaft, and you can just tell it’s making those beautiful sinful wet sounds.
Bee <3: put that hand of yours under your skirt and touch yourself how you wish I would
Inhaling deeply, you make the reckless decision. Holding your phone with your left hand, you start recording. Thankfully these seats have built in desks, so you can hide your naughty activities easier.
Moving just right, you capture pulling your panties tight, exposing your curls and little wet spots on your underwear. Slipping your hand under the elastic waistband, you capture the movement of your fingers under the fabric, teasing your hooded clit and smearing your wetness around.
You send the video and wait, slowly teasing your clit as you see the little bubbles pop up in your text chain.
Bee <3: I can’t wait until I get to do that to you
Biting your lip you stroke faster, teasing your middle finger at your entrance.
you: I can’t either, my hands don’t feel as good as yours
Bee <3: they still do a good job when I’m not there though
You take another video, this time plunging two of your fingers inside your wet pussy. Biting your lip to keep quiet, your eyes roll back in your head at the soft wet sounds coming from under your skirt. Gods, it’s been far too long since you’ve had some alone time with Bee.
Bee’s response was another video of him rough stroking himself, and from his ragged movements and frantic fan whirring, it appeared he was just as gone as you were. His stroked sped up until his hips lifted from the berth and transfluid shot from his spike, spilling down his hand and onto his armor plating.
Bee <3: record yourself cuming on those pretty fingers
And you do, you get your fingers moving in and out of your pussy, your thumb bumping your clit in the same fast pace. Curling your fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion and thinking about Bee cuming sent you over the edge. You somehow didn’t make any noise as your pussy clenched and squeezed on your fingers, a wet spot darkening your panties.
Bee <3: beautifully done, honey bee
You sighed happily, still riding the high of your orgasm when the bell rang, signally class was over. Righting yourself (and washing your hands in the bathroom) you walk along the halls, careful not to bump into anyone.
you: that was perfectly timed
You smiled to yourself, walking out of the main building and along the sidewalk toward your dorm building.
Bee <3: you have no idea
A honk sounded nearby. You’d know that sound anywhere. Whipping your head to the side you see his classic yellow and black stripes in the parking lot. Squealing you rush over and throw yourself into the passenger seat.
“Bee! What are you doing here?” You ask, giggling and enjoying the feel of his leather seats on your legs.
“My girl needed me,” He says through the radio.
“Oh, yeah?” You tease, setting your bag in the backseat.
He revs his engine. “I made a promise with you, that outfit and those front steps that no curfew is going to come between,”
Bumblebee strikes me as the kind of bot who would enjoy semi-public sex.
Something about an adrenaline inducing quickie just does it for him. Something about the pressure to perform quickly before someone hears or sees you two sents a shock right through him.
I can imagine him fragging you in the wash racks late at night. No one uses them at night and it's a closed off space from the rest of the base but there is always a chance. That small off chance someone will decide to take a late night wash & stumble upon you. That's what he imagines as he pounds into you is someone walking into the wash racks unsuspecting only to find him filling you. How thrilling.
Or he'd take his conjunx on patrol only to frag them. Everyone thinks he's off doing his duties, you riding along, when secretly he's making you see stars. There's an off chance one of the other bots might come looking to see what's taking him so long, but he knows it's slim cause they have their own paths to patrol. But the allure is there, the risk. And that's what he loves.
The risk is so small and harmless compared to everything else going on with the war for Cybertron. It's a nice way to release tension and toe the line of being irresponsible and reckless. He knows the war will bring him back to reality sooner or later. But for right now he's inside you, fragging without a care of where it happens or who sees.
(Bayverse) Bumblebee x Reader Headcanons (Non-Gender Specific)
Hell yeah, he's been waiting for Halloween forever, practically since he was first forged. It's the one holiday he truly resonates with, he loves the falling crispy leaves that fall on his windsheild that he gets to send flying with his windshield wipers, he loves the crisp scent of autumn, he loves the color scheme, and he loves all the fun things he gets to do with you!
Honestly, he doesn't really think about planning dates often, but he basically takes you on multiple a week. He takes you on drives through the cities, takes you out for food, has picnics with you, the whole works.. he just didn't realize they were dates. He just mostly wants to spend time with you, he doesn't care if they're dates or not. But he's happy when you point out that they are dates and that's what dating is, pretty much. Even though you two have been together for a while, he still has lots to learn. Sweet dingus.
His favorite dates to take you on are picnics, he thinks it's just nice to get out of the base for a while and get some fresh air. The seasons changing are pleasant for the eyes and help him relax. He finds the leaves dancing through the air are quite soothing and helps his nerves, not to mention he gets to watch you eat to your heart's content! He's so proud of himself for making you homemade lunches, he feels like a professional husband already. Though him staring at you eat does make you a little bit anxious, when you see his soft puppy eyes and small smile, it all melts away from you.
You'll have to explain to him what some other Autumn activities are that you want to try, he always says he needs to look some up too but as soon as he enters the base his mind blanks and he forgets to. Relatable.
He adores all sweet smelling candles, cinnamon buns, pies, cakes, ice cream flavors, ect. So when you bring back a whole bunch of Autumn and Halloween scented ones just for him, he's absolutely overjoyed. He loves every single one, but his most favorite is cinnamon spiced vanilla. He's already cooking up a way to repay you for your kindness, don't worry. Next date is gonna be whatever you want.
There's Autumn soaps? He had no idea fall was such a big phenomenon, but he'll sure as hell bathe with you, any time, any where, no matter the soap. ";)" But same as candles, he loves food scents in the tub, his most favorite scent to use is bubblegum, he does adore Halloween scents too though.. the autumn scents are kind of just meh to him, he likes the specialty holiday ones.
He some how manages to find autumn themed games and or games with that theme available and happily plays them with you.. he mostly kicks your ass, but when you play together it's super fun. He always makes sure to make some snacks for you to enjoy while gaming with him as well, even going out of his way to home make pretzels from scratch. Such husband material, honestly. He even makes lemonade from time to time, hand squeezing the lemons just for you. He claims he home makes the food as an apology for kicking your ass in the games, but that's just a joke, he just likes seeing your face light up when he whips out a big ass tray of food.
Any time it's mucky and rainy out he jumps head first at the opportunity (and excuse) to cuddle with you, Mr cuddlebug needs his lovin', kisses, hugs, snuggles, the whole lot! He makes sure to grab at least 5 blankets and place them along his berth and on himself so he's nice and snuggly for you, then he wraps the final one around you and tucks you into his side.. you almost always fall asleep instantly. You suspect it's because he ups his internal tempature just to warm the blankets for you, warmth and a snuggly protector bot equals sleepy nap time, always.
He loves the little Halloween event you throw for the bots, the marshmallow and hotdog roasting, the trick or treating, the spooking bit, the ghost stories, and the water guns, he loves it all! But he especially loves that he got to do it with you, and at the end of the night he whispers sweet thank yous and praises into your ear before giving you a little peck and falling asleep along side you. He may be a goofball, but he sure as hell is kind and loyal, and that's really all you can really ever wish for.
Bumblebee x Reader Headcanons (Non-Gender Specific)
Hell yeah! He loves fall! (To him it will always be fall, not Autumn. He claims that "Autumn" is the fancy version of the word people say to make themselves feel better.) He will do any and every activity you have planned with the energy of a puppy, he's so excited.
Making costumes, making and eating snacks, inventing new fall themed meals, DIYs, everything is on his bucket list and he will do it, he won't stop until he does. And you both do, it takes about two and a half weeks because of his schedule, but you do it.
First you both make at least 5 costumes each for this and the future years. You spend the day researching and deciding what you want to be and what will work best for Bumblebee because of his massive size. Then you both spend the rest of the day making said costumes.. that is, until he has a mission with just one costume left to go, that irritated the shit out of him. But once he came back he stayed up extra late with you cheering him on and finished it.
Next was shopping for mystery surprises for each other for Halloween, you both went together into the same stores but separated once inside to get your own secret items to fill your Halloween buckets. (Spoiler alert, Bumblebee heavily splurged and did not just keep it inside the bucket.. neither did you.) Over all it was a very fun date like trip, it took about five hours of shopping to collect all of the best gifts, and Bumblebee even took you out to a nice restaurant after.
Other than the days you both feel like marking things off the bucket list, you both pretty much just chill like usual, eat snacks, game, read, and then info dump about the things you've both been recently reading and or researching and got interested in. Can't have that determined mindset all the time, you have to have some down time in between.
The day before Halloween you both made a bunch of DIY decor and props to harass people with, you guys hid them all over the ship, people were finding them every where and they never could figure out who was responsible. Then for the rest of the day you both watched spooky classics all huddled up on the gaming room sofa, you ended up being too lazy to get up to go to your room so you just slept there, Bumblebee decided to as well.
On Halloween you guys marked off the rest of the check list, egging someone's shed, toilet papering a tree in front of the ship, pranking Optimus, it didn't really work and neither of you think he even realized you were trying to prank him, but still, trick or treating at the ship's Halloween party, playing tons of games and eating tons of food. Then you both had a nice peaceful sleep and got to eat Halloween leftovers for breakfast. It was an absolute blast.
(Bayverse) Bumblebee x Reader Headcanons (Non-Gender Specific)
TW: Language, Mild Sexual Content.
He has mixed feelings about Christmas, on one hand it's sweet that some dude comes once each year to gives kids gifts.. on the other hand it's kind of... odd, to him. He breaks in and leaves shit behind? Yeah.. he's kind of creeped out by that, he won't lie. But he's totally into the principle itself, giving each other presents to show people they're loved and to be together during these trying winter times, that he's totally on board with!
He's actually the one that broached the subject with you, far too early, might I add. In October he was already discussing soon to come Christmas plans.. or at least things you both wanted to do for sure. Not that you minded, it was just very sudden and a few days before Halloween and you hadn't even begun to plan that far out... But it's good to know that there's a failsafe plan for when the season comes 'round.
He's known to research a bunch of human traditions and products just to feel closer to you... and to have any negative side effects of an item on hand just in case you need a pros and cons list of something. So anything you show interest in, you'll get the complete run down by him.. Sweet, isn't it?
His little bucket list sort of thing mostly involves quality time with you, cuddling and watching TV, maybe somehow him getting into sewing and making a little pull over blanket hoodie thing like you love to wear and making matching ones for the two of you.. Christmas or any theme, really. Playing in the snow is a big one too, something you both want to do. Then finally, maybe a wintery date of some kind, at least one. He's not really picky either, so it could be anything you want! He'll love it no matter what with you by his side. (He wouldn't mind you baking cookies with him, either. You know how much he loves his sweets... but not too sweet, remember that.)
When the long awaited holiday season finally arrives, you two have no idea where to even begin, so he suggests that you two just start to drive around and see where life takes you.. Turns out, it took you every where and you both completed all your holiday goals within a single day... and there were quite a few goals. Honestly, you're both impressed with yourselves, it was quite the journey. But none of that matters now, now it's all over and you have nothing to do for the rest of the month, how tragic. Not to worry though, there's plenty of other things to do that wasn't on your list, like DIY.. Well, you feel him sewing matching wearable blankets for you both might have really topped anything else you two could possibly come up with in that department.. but we'll see.
And unsurprisingly, he immediately thinks of something and advocates for making your own cookie cutters, he's strong, he can bend something metal into any shape you want! And, if you were so inclined, you could guide his hands if you wanted to. Creative, original, it's no surprise you loved the idea and quickly accepted his offer.
It went well.. Well, other than the few times he accidently snapped the metal, otherwise it went perfectly! He personally wanted to make a little gingerbread man.. but he quickly realized that he mostly just wanted to decorate it to his liking and that it wasn't a very original idea after making it. But hey, at least it's his! He made a cute little bumblebee one to make up for his unoriginal failure earlier and later that night he made a cute little lamb as well, all because the animal reminds him of you... Aw, how sweet! You two can make each other cookies with cutters that remind you both of the other, that's the perfect holiday activity!
And so you did, (And Bumblebee silently celebrated the smorgasbord of sweet treats he was soon to eat while your back was turned.) you both made all sorts of recipes, all because Bumblebee was gentlemanly enough to premake the batters the night before whilst you slept.. So kind, that one. You two and everyone else in the base got so sick from all the sweets, you all just about couldn't stand to move. Luckily you learned just the solution for such an occasion... eating normal healthier food to counteract the nauseating sweetness. It always works like a charm, for both you and them, and trust me when I say they'll be sure to note that little tip for future use. Good luck keeping any sweets to yourself from now on, it's totally on now.
He might make a playful jab at you occasionally about unwrapping you for Christmas, just maybe. Perhaps he even gets a bit too frisky with you in front of the guys and people ask him to stop.. (Optimus gets sick of his flirting, quit flaunting Bumblebee (he's not), everyone knows you have a loving devoted lover. Hush.) Which he find hilarious but stops nonetheless... in public.
The rest of the time you two just do whatever you wanna do, no bucket list, no chores, and soo many cuddles. So many! From soft ones where he holds you close and carries you about as he plants gentle kisses on your temple to more intense ones where he holds you close to his spark and refuses to let you go.. Those ones you love the most.
He makes sure to give you few little gifts here and there all through Decemeber as a little appetizer for what's to come.. and what's about to come will be absolutely delightful!
The day of Christmas, you two cuddle semi-privately, just having some alone time in a not so alone setting. People were there, hanging out and laughing together, if you wanted to talk to them, you could.. Which eventually you both did a bit, but mostly the two of you considered this time to be about being there with one another, holding each other close and loving one another.
Then when gift time came, my god, you were pampered. The whole base got you something, and though you didn't feel your little gifts you got as keepsakes for them were enough considering all they do for you, they were more than enough to them. They'll keep those things forever and ever, trust me.
Then after all was quiet and you all slumbered the night away peacefully, the strangest thing happened the next morning, something you just can't quite shake off and call a unusual happenstance. A tan leather bundle of presents awaited you and the bots when you all awoke the next day, each gift perfect for the person it was listed to... How odd. Peculiar, even. Must be old Saint Nick, it must be. You're sure of it.. despite the pestering and teasing you get from the older mechs for believing in it, you still do. But you're not alone, one person still believes with you, even if it's not exactly something he'd normally have faith in.
"Never lose that spark of your's, for when you lose that spark... you never get it back."
A/N: As promised here is the next part for my G1 Bumblebee x Reader series (as requested by the poll). Hope yall enjoy & feel free to drop in my ask box to remind me to write for this little bug or ask me to write for another bot of your choosing.
WARNINGS: Swearing & you are quite literally flirting with a car (Bumblebee stays in his altmode for this one)
[ Just Another Meet Cute Pt2 ] Bumblebee x Reader - Word Count: 1.3k
Bumblebee had dropped you off at your house weeks ago, promising to see you again soon. Now you were starting to think his promises might have been empty. Maybe you didn't mean that much to him, or perhaps he had lost interest. After all, he was an alien robot with probably ten times more interesting things to do than hang out with a boring human. You had thought you two had become quite close during your time in the Autobot base while recovering. It had taken days, every single one of which he had visited you, but maybe it had meant more to you than it had to him.
The thought of Bumblebee forgetting about you made your stomach twist, but there wasn’t much you could do. It’s not like you had any way to contact him, so you were just stuck hanging onto the promise of his return. Hoping desperately that he would come back. But no matter how discouraged you became, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop checking your driveway multiple times throughout the day.
Today was no different.
You woke, stretching your body in an almost cat-like way before hopping out of bed and traveling down the hallway. After a quick detour to the bathroom, you walked over to the front window. The routine at this point was almost second nature, and with a glance at your driveway, you almost carried on to the kitchen. However, a flash of color made you do a double take.
Yellow. A specific shade of yellow that belonged to a very specific Voltswagon Beetle. Staring in awe for an extra beat, you almost pinched yourself to be sure you weren’t dreaming. But there was no need, you would be sure of yourself no matter what. It was Bumblebee.
Before you knew it you were throwing open your front door and pounding down the porch stairs. “Bumblebee,” you called as you ran towards him, “I missed you.” He rolled down his window, allowing you to lean on his door comfortably. You gripped him with greedy hands, reminding yourself that he was very much real. (You were starting to have your doubts there for a second.)
“I missed you too,” Bumblebee responded, you could hear the smile in his voice. His tone eased any doubts in your mind, he was just as excited to see you and you were him. Being with him felt like wearing an old sweater, and you were sure he felt whatever the Cybertronian equivalent of that was.
Shifting yourself forward so your front half was fully in his cab you flicked his steering wheel. “That’s for leaving me hanging.”
“I didn’t mean to,” you could hear the regret in his tone. “I couldn’t immediately come back to see you, Prime would have gotten suspicious. And then I got stuck on patrol duty for two weeks… but I’m here now.”
Shaking your head, you pulled back playfully, crossing your arms. “I guess I’ll let it go this time.”
“Thanks, I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t,” Bee's tone feigned fear. Sharing a laugh you two allowed a moment of friendly silence to pass as your eyes wandered his frame. It looked like he had some new scratches.
Taking another step back you gave his frame a real once over, “you look awful.” He was covered in dirt and scuffs. Running your hand over the marks, you made your way around Bumblebee sympathetically. Taking your time to note each ding and smudge.
“Yeah… patrol duty can get intense,” you could hear the true exhaustion in Bee's voice slip through. Clearly this war had taken a toll on him, and you momentarily pondered how long it had been going on for. Then again it didn't matter, any amount of war was grueling in your book. “But it must be done to keep humans like you safe.” His tone dripped with fake valor.
Humming you ran your hand along his hood before tapping it a couple times in thought. You wished there was something you could do for him. “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” you finally said before running back into your house. Leaving Bumblebee to wonder what your cute little mind could have thought up.
Gathering some rags, sponges, car soap, and scratch remover; you made your way back to him. Setting the bucket of stuff down next to Bumblebee, you heard him give a hearty laugh. “What is all that for?”
“A spa day,” you replied mixing up some soapy water, “now shut up and enjoy it.” Taking the sponge and a rag you started methodically washing Bumblebee top to bottom. Making sure to wash every inch of him including his windows and hubcaps. Scrubbing first with your large car sponge, then soothing over the spot with the rag after. Meanwhile Bee, honoring your request, stayed silent. No matter how much he was screaming internally.
How could you be so kind? You didn’t have to clean him, he could have done it himself once he had gotten back to base. The only reason he looked so terrible to begin with was because he came to immediately see you after his patrol stint. He was kicking himself mentally, because he should have at least washed himself before coming to see you. You didn’t deserve to waste your day away washing him. But you did so with such a gentle hand and kind smile, he couldn’t bring himself to fight you either. It was a nice change from the usual aggression of war.
Once you were done carefully washing him you pulled out your car scratch pen. He couldn't bear to watch you painstakingly fill in each scuff and scratch, so he finally cut you off. “Hey, hey, don’t waste your time filling all that in, I can buff it out back at base in minutes.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind Bee. That’s what friends are for.”
“Yes, now come sit for a second,” he reassured while popping his passenger side door. With a sigh you climbed in, patting his dashboard.
“Do you feel better?” Your tone was covered with worry, and he jumped to reassure you.
“A million times over, yes,” Bumblebee’s voice hummed appreciatively from his radio. With a satisfied huff you stretched your tired limbs, and finally relaxed fully into his seat. The weight of your body felt oddly right to him, like you belonged in that seat. He would let you sit as long as you needed, especially after your kindness. But before you could get too comfy another car pulled into your driveway, and your friend was waving from the driver's seat.
“Shit,” you exclaimed sitting up straight, “I forgot I made plans with them tonight.” Bumblebee was going to get found out and it was your fault. If you didn’t think up something to tell your friend his secret was done for. Fists clenching nervously, you attempted to think of a convincing lie.
“It’s alright I have to get going anyway,” Bumblebee soothed, rolling up his windows quickly. “They can’t see in with the tint, just tell them you were helping a friend.” Nodding you grabbed his door handle, letting yourself out so he could make his timely exit.
“I’ll see you soon,” you turned to ask him as you closed the door. Your tone was more pleading than curious.
“Yes,” Bumblebee responded sincerely, “I will make sure it’s sooner this time.”
“Okay,” you said before flicking his door closed so he could take his leave. Turning to your friend, you smiled wide while approaching them, hoping to be a good enough distraction. You didn't want them looking too closely at Bumblebee and noticing anything.
“Who was that,” your friend questioned as they watched Bumblebee drive away. Of course it didn't work.
“Just a new friend I made, he needed help cleaning his car.” You really hoped there wasn't any follow up questions.
“New friend,” your friend narrowed their eyes at you. “Since when were you good at making new friends?” Fuck.
