#﹙ @autoalign. ﹚bumblebee. ♡ ｡° ᅳ sparked back to life.

[wagenstung]

“ It’s been a long hard road without you by my side. ” // from beebee ...

God, Charlie hardly wanted to think about the time that's passed since they finally got to reunite. Things had been a little rough at home even despite the better bonds built between her and her family. She'd started working twice as much, taking up a shift at Uncle Hank's until it was enough to quit the stupid Hot Dog on a Stick gig. Countless hours of wondering where he was, if he was alright, if he was with the others he was looking for. Wondering what they'd be doing if she would've just went with him to begin with   ( because she never could've asked him to stay ).   A gentle sigh and she rolls her cheek lightly against Bumblebee's jaw hinge, relaxing a little more into his frame as they took these small moments to rest.

       ❝ I'm never gon'a be gone that long again, Bee..   I promise.. ❞   In fact, she'd never be gone again if she could help it at all. Lashes flutter open and Charlie leans a little, dropping her head into his shoulder pauldron so she could see his optics.   ❝ .. I'm glad I get to stay with you now. ❞

       I don't know what I'd do if I didn't get to be with you.

[wagenstung]

" what you said to me… it's mattered more to me than you know. " from bee~!

🗦 @autoalign 🗧

Charlie knows that his words are taken from recordings, things he splices together to express himself, but even then she knows that it's more genuine than anyone else has used those same strings of words before. She really might not ever know how much anything she's said to Bumblebee could matter to him, and she only understood that because even Charlie still grappled with how much his influence on her mattered every single day. Every day Bumblebee's presence and every word he scraps together for her means more than she'd ever get to express back to him- and she's sure he understands it, too.

So what can one do when all of that sentiment is understood and whole-heartedly reciprocated? Well, Charlie would start with leaning all of her weight against his chassis, wrapping her arms as far around his plating as she can reach to hug him tight. Her face is nestled right above his spark, just barely reaching the crook of his helm.

❝ You matter more to me than you could ever know, Bee, ❞ she puffs with a soft laugh. ❝ I'm glad stuff I say could even come close. ❞