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When Bumblebee woke up this morning he already felt like this day would be a disaster. First off, it was cold as slag. His engine was hating it, from the moment he jump started online- which brings us to disaster two. When he full throttle bashed into his back wall some of the plaster came off and hit him on his poor helm. It wasn’t enough to do damage, but now he was covered in sawdust. Once Bumblebee got out of his now dusty and semi-destroyed room and trudged to the main living area he came face to face with disaster three. Sari.
Don’t get Bee wrong, he adores Sari as if she were his own creation (and at times it felt like he was, with how much he saw himself in her). the problem was what she was holding. A Valentine’s day gift. He loved it of course, every gift from Sari was something he treasured, he even framed that ‘mother day’ card she made him last earth cycle. It was the fact that it was Valentine’s Day. And he didn’t get his (unofficial) Valentine ANYTHING! And now he was supposed to remain calm and normal all day while awaiting what was sure to be the most disastrous disaster EVER!!
He was in the middle of feeling dramatic when he saw Sari look a little upset, the heart shaped and crudely wrapped gift drooping down with her assumed rejection, “You don’t want it?” she asked her eyes pleading for reassurance and Bumblebee feeling her stare of sadness like a knife to the chassis rushed to amend the situation, “No no no, Sari, of course I want it! I LOVE it!” he held out his hands as she plopped the gift down into the palms of his servos “How can you love it when you don’t even know what it is?” Sari said like the smart-aft she was, clearly spending too much time with Prowl. “I love everything you give me Sari, because we are best friends!” Sari looked especially touched by this, and feeling a little generous, decided to not tease Bumblebee. Bumblebee opened the small gift as carefully as he could, revealing a lovingly made drawing of what Bumblebee could only assume was he and Sari at a race. Bumblebee could not think of any drawing more beautifully made (excluding the other cards Sari made, of course).
“So…” Sari led on, causing Bumblebee to look at her inquisitively “What did you get me?” “Oh! I uh… well…” He fumbled for a nice way to say ‘I forgot’ without looking like a terrible friend.
“Oh calm down Bumblebee, I know you didn’t get me anything” Bumblebee immediately felt like a piece of scrap.
“I mean, I did tell you Valentine’s Day was a thing couples do.” Sari finished, “You shoulda seen the look Bulkhead gave me, he was like ‘Sari, it’s very sweet but, and not to be mean, but I don’t think we should be a conjunx.’ and I was like ‘what the heck is a conjunx’ and he was like ‘I don’t really know how to explain it, maybe you should ask someone else’ Bumblebee, he looked so embarrassed. Anyway, I asked Prime and he was like ‘A conjunx is like human dating but more spiritually intimate, I guess’ so I had to go explain to Bulky that friends can give Valentine’s to each other too. He looked so relieved! poor guy.” Bumblebee started spacing out at that point, he loved Sari, but she has a knack for having long winded stories that lead to nowhere new. He has no idea where she got that from.
While Sari rambled about her own little mini adventure, Bumblebee was using 80% of his processor’s computation on figuring out a way to get his Valentine a heartfelt and totally not rushed gift in a quick and preferably easy way. And also how to ask his Valentine to actually BE his Valentine, even though he would totally say yes. Sub-spacing his gift, he walked into the kitchen as Sari trailed behind him absentmindedly as she jabbered on. He grabbed some energon and sipped it as he contemplated.
That was when Prowl walked in, in Bumblebee’s opinion whenever Prowl was in a room the atmosphere felt more judgmental and stuck-up. Didn’t help that the stupid cyber-ninja constantly kept his EMF so close to his frame it’s impossible to get a clear read on him unless Bumblebee was literally on top of him. “What’s wrong Bumblebee” Prowl asked, and surprisingly Bumblebee took hold of the olive branch Prowl reached out to him, “Why did NO ONE tell me it was VALENTINE’S DAY!!” he said throwing his hands in the air, nearly flinging his empty energon cube across the room if it weren’t for Prowl swiftly catching it.
“We have it on the calendar, we also sent a team message on out communication line about it over 10 cycles ago.” Prowl pointed out, kindly avoiding the white elephant of the conversation that was ‘Why do you care ?’.
“Well, I didn’t see it!” Bumblebee said, exasperated
“Of course you didn’t see it, you never check your messages and you disabled the pop-up.” Ratchet said suddenly, surprising Bumblebee.
“Well, maybe you guys shouldn’t message so much when i’m trying to relax!” Bumblebee retorted, even though the argument was weak and he was just trying to be petty.
“Why do you care about this holiday anyway?” Ratchet asked, not one to beat around the bush or avoid white elephants (If anything he actively looked for them). This question made Bumblebee freeze, the remaining 20% of his processor reeling as it tried to compute the question, and an answer to it.
“Well, I had to know because…”
“Because..?”
“Because. I was planning on getting something for you guys! now I gotta wait till the next vorn.” He made a show of being disappointed about this, “Darn!” he huffed out. Bumblebee was either an amazing liar, or Ratchet got bored, because Ratchet accepted his answer and simply walked past him to get his own energon ration.
It was at this moment he realized Sari left to go do something else probably with Prowl as he was also not there. It was the perfect moment to vanish. “Anyway, Ratchet, I’m going to go do patrol now and maybe just uh drive around and enjoy the day!” he smiled trying to be convincing,
“In 30 degree weather?” Ratchet deadpanned, raising an eye ridge at Bee.
“You know me, I just LOVE the cold! Nothing like cold air to keep your engine cool!” which was true, the engine part at least, but it would only be helpful if he was planning on ripping asphalt as fast as he can for an hour.
“Right,” Ratchet said, clearly not believing Bumblebee, but being too old to care “have fun kid, don’t end up in the medbay.” Ratchet waved him off as he continued to drink from his cube.
Taking that as clear permission and a reliable alibi that he actually went on patrol at least once this week, he transformed and rolled out of the base, heading anywhere that might have something that would make a good gift for a Cybertronian. ‘This would probably be way easier if we were on Cybertron’ Bumblebee supposed, though he wouldn’t know.
As time went by, and Bumblebee still having nothing to present other than a cool rock he found, though when he grabbed it he immediately felt that it wasn’t good enough a gift. He was hyper aware of the time as it neared when he should be at the predeclared ‘meeting spot’ he and his significant chosen. He rushed through the streets, dismayed as more stores closed. He thought of the things he enjoyed about Earth before he was immersed in human culture. This gave him an idea. Briefly going into the motor shop, he grabbed some of those fuzzy cube things that he was so enraptured with when he first got to Earth, but leaving the store he immediately remembered how the others thought it was weird that he had them, and thought them to be kind of stupid and useless. Characteristics Bumblebee felt very familiar with, and he felt angry at himself for even thinking the mech he adored and idolized would want something so, so- lame! The thought hurt his feelings and he was prepared to continue to look when he saw on his chronometer showed that he should be at the spot soon.
Like, 2 minutes ago soon.
Looks like he was ripping up asphalt today after all. He got to the spot at a record time of 15 minutes pinging his lover every 10 seconds his ETA until he skidded to a stop at the clearing. There he saw the mech he loved standing in all his glory. “Blitzwing!” he cried out, overjoyed to see him. The mech turned around trying to keep a scowl on his face, but seeing the way Bee rushed over to him with his arms adorably stretched out, Blitzwing didn’t have the heart to be dramatic when his Bee was right there to hug. “Bug,” Icy started before switching over to Hothead, “You are 17 and a half minutes late!” then Random pushed through, “Planning on standing me up? You know i’d just find you and drag you here myself.” He was joking, mostly.
“Would you please just hug me?” Bumblebee pleaded in an exasperated tone.
“Of course mein schatz.” Blitzwing purred gently dropping to his knees and scooping Bumblebee into his arms, pressing him lovingly against his chassis as his arm engulfed his frame. “So, why are you late?” Icy asked.
“Well, you remember what I said about Valentine’s Day, right?” Bumblebee asked fidgeting in Blitzwing’s hold.
“Yes, kind of.” Blitzwing only remembered two things about it, but sensing a long explanation the would turn into a messy story and then rambling, he put Bumblebee down and shifted to sit more comfortably, “Why?”
“Blitzwing,” Bumblebee found it strangely difficult to maintain optic contact, “I wanted to find something that was as amazing and fragging wonderful as you, but things came up when I was thinking of doing it and then I forgot,” Bumblebee paused to breathe,
“and I woke up today and realized that I ran out of time and so I looked all day to find something even close enough to being good enough for you,” Blitzwing opened his mouth to interject, but Bumblebee did not let him even engage his intake to inhale before he started again.
“And then I lost track of time and now i’m here with the most stupid things ever, and I’m so sorry that I bumbled through it, again.” Bumblebee finished feeling ashamed and a little out of breath.
“Bumblebee,” Icy said, his voice uncharacteristically warm, “you don’t have to get me anything, you said that this human holiday was for a conjunx anyway!” Blitzwing smiled in what he hoped was reassuring, but it faltered when Bumblebee shrunk in on himself,
“Well, actually, Blitzwing” Bumblebee shifted on his stabilizers tracing little circles in the dirt with his ped, “I was hoping that uh,” Bumblebee shoved his hand into his subspace and held an object closely in the palm of his hand.
“Blitzy, we’ve been together for a while now, and as you know I don’t really know what the normal waiting period is.” Bumblebee started, chuckling at himself before taking a deep inhale and puffing out his chassis, Blitzwing found it annoyingly adorable,
“Will you be my conjunx?” Bumblebee all but spat the words out, looking directly at Blitzwing’s surprised (and flushed) face before suddenly shoving the object into Blitzwing’s hand, feeling on the verge of overheating and suddenly thankful for how cold it is.
The silence was loud in Bee’s audials and he felt overwhelmingly insecure and embarrased, he prepared for rejection and began to think of a way to play it off, or rescind his question but then Blitzwing grabbed Bee by the shoulder struts and slapped their derma together. Bumblebee melted into the kiss, feeling his self doubt and vulnerability wash away as confidence and security blanketed over him. The kiss ended much too soon for Bumblebee, but complied when Blitzwing gently pulled back,
“Yes,” Blitzwing said
“Huh?” Bumblebee uttered dumbly, “Yes, what?”
“Idiot, Yes I will be your conjunx!” Blitzwing rolled his optics but couldn’t wipe the elated smile off his face before connecting their mouths again. Both relaxing in the wonderful feeling of being close together This time it was Bumblebee to pull back, much to Blitzwing’s dismay.
“So, do you like it?” Bumblebee asked tapping on the servo that still held the aforementioned object within its fist.
“Huh?” Blitzwing looked at his servo before opening his fist and with his other servo grabbing the fuzzy cube things by its connecting string.
“I know, it’s dumb. But well, when I first got here I liked them, and I don’t know why I thought you would like something as useless as this.” Bumblebee gestured at the dice,
“Nonsense, I love it!” Icy stated,
“You do?” Bumblebee questioned, raising an eye ridge of doubt.
“Yeah! It’s so cute and fluffy!” Random gleefully cooed, “Just like you, Meine schöne Biene.” Bumblebee couldn’t help but flush,
“I’m so glad you like them, I was worried you’d think it was stupid and weird like the others did.” He nervously rambled.
“Bumblebee,” Icy said, “I don’t have a gift for you.” he finished, clearly disappointed.
“Give me a kiss and we will call it even” Bumblebee replied cheekily.
“I’d be a fragging fool to pass on a chance to kiss a gorgeous creature such as yourself, meine Biene.” Blitzwing said softly.
“Sap.” Bumblebee stated simply before grabbing at the back of Blitzwing’s helm (ever thankful that he was sitting down) and pushing him towards his face in an impassioned kiss.
When he felt Blitzwing’s arms snake around him and pulling him closer, Bumblebee supposed today wasn’t that much of a disaster.