Almost easy (Transformers x reader insert) Chapter 1.5
~“Who's gonna come around, when you break?”~ The radio started to play again as Sam drove towards Mikaela, making (Y/n) wonder how he hadn’t noticed it yet, and if he did, how he ignored it like that. Her gaze went from the radio back to Sam who was trying to catch the brunette's attention “Mikaela! It's Sam.” (y/n) sighed laying her head back to let it rest on the backseats. “Witwicky.” He continued, but (y/n) didn’t listen anymore, her thoughts drifting away as she drifted off to sleep.
“Protect them.”
“You are helping them.”
“Don’t let them win.”
“Stay safe.”
(Y/n) woke up with a startle as soon as the car engines turned off, making her surroundings seem more dark than they actually were, as her eyes were still adjusting to the darkness around her. The sun had set and the moon had taken over its place in the sky. Indicating that it was past ten. “Welcome back, sleeping.” Sam looked back and paused, a smirk clear on his face. “Mess, we’re home.” He took the car keys out of the slot, before getting out, not waiting for her reply. (Y/n) shook her head, trying to get rid of the dizziness as she pushed the passenger seat in front of her forwards. Sam walked around the car, opening the passenger door for her. “Thank you.” She mumbled as she got out, stumbling slightly as she did so. Sam closed the door after her and locked the car, or so he thought. (Y/n) glanced at the car, she knew she dreamt about something and that something had left a gut feeling behind yet she couldn’t remember what the dream was about, only what it tried telling her. She shook her head, getting rid of the thoughts and walked after Sam, who was already making his way to the house. “So, how did things go with Mikaela?” The older twin turned his head to her and shrugged. “It went alright, I actually think she likes me.” He turned his head back as his shoulder collided with one of the poles keeping the porch up, hissing in pain. “Wow, you’re hopeless.” (Y/n) joked, elbowing him in his side, making her way to the front door. “We’re home!” Sam grumbled something incoherent behind her, following her inside before closing the door behind him. “About time, your mother was worried.” Ron shouted back from somewhere in the living room. (Y/n) rolled her eyes taking off her shoes, Sam following her actions. “And you weren’t?” Sam shot back before making his way to the stairs. “Of course not.” “Ron.” Both twins stifled a laugh, knowing that Judy was about to lecture their father. “Wow, thanks dad. Anyway I’m heading upstairs. Night mom.” (Y/n) announced, leaning to the side, hanging from the doorframe. “Goodnight, Sweetie.” (Y/n) made her way to the stairs, hearing a faint “Hey!” from her father in the living room. A smile made its way onto her face as she walked up the stairs. “Night loverboy.” Something dropped in Sam’s room, letting (Y/n) know she had startled him, making her laugh as she entered her room. “(Y/n)!”
The lights in the Witwicky household were off, indicating that everyone had gone to bed. That was until the engines of a certain yellow Camaro turned on, Waking the two youngest Witwicky's up. Sam was the first to actually jump up from his bed, hastily making his way out to the balcony. “Oh, God. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! That’s my car!” (Y/n) jumped up from Sam’s voice, running out of her room. “What’s going on?” Her defenses were up, yet she was dizzy thanks to her just waking up. Black spots entered her vision making her hold on to the doorframe. “Hold on, got up too fast.” She mumbled, only to be pushed aside slightly by Sam as he bolted for the stairs. “No! No, no, no, no.” She shook her head, only making the spots worse before running after Sam. “Sam what’s goi-.” “Dad, call the cops!” He was already outside. (Y/n) groaned, slamming the door close behind her and grabbed her bike. Trailing shortly after Sam. “Where are you going with my car, buddy? Where are you going?” Sam questioned, it then finally clicked. They were chasing after their car. (Y/n) picked up her speed, now cycling behind Sam as he drove over the pavement. The older teen grabbed out his phone, dialing 911. “Hello? 911 emergency! My car has been stolen! I'm in pursuit! Right?
I need all units, the whole squadron. Bring everyone! No, don't ask me questions, all right? My father's the head of the neighborhood watch!” (Y/n) shook her head passing her brother as soon as they crossed the pavement and continued on the road.
However no matter how close they got to the yellow muscle car, it didn’t show any signs of it slowing down or speeding up. They followed it into a junkyard only to be stopped by a Freight train passing. The car was able to pass it and entered the yard way before the twins, who weren’t on time and had to wait for the train to pass instead. They dropped their bikes, continuing the chase on foot. “(Y/n)” Sam almost whispered as he grabbed her arm, yanking her back to his hiding spot, preventing her from being spotted. “What the fu-” “Oh, my god.” Both twins mumbled simultaneously. The yellow muscle car they chased had turned into an almost 5 meter tall (16 ft) robot. (Y/n) watched quietly as it shone a light into the sky, questioning if it was a good thing, or if she had to prepare for the worst to happen. Sam however only took a couple of glances before crouching down and grabbing his phone. “What are you doing?” (Y/n) questioned, noticing his sudden movements in the corner of her eyes, not taking her eyes of the phenomenon happening in front of her. Sam didn’t answer her and started recording. “My name is Sam Witwicky, I’m with my sister (Y/n) Witwicky. Whoever finds this, our car is alive.” He stood back up slightly, quickly filming the previous yellow Camaro before going back to his position prior. “Okay? You saw that? Since these are my last words on Earth, I just wanna say, mom, dad. I love you.” He turned to his sister, who raised an eyebrow at her brother's behavior. “I love you too, somewhere deep down.” She huffed in amusement, waving him off before turning back to the robot. “And if you find Busty beauties under my bed, it wasn’t mine. They were (Y/n)’s.” “Sam!” “Fine, they’re not hers, I’m holding it for Miles. No,no, wait that.” He paused with a sigh before continuing. “Okay, that’s not true. It’s mine and Uncle Charles gave it to me. I’m sorry. Mojo, I love you.” He ended the video, and grabbed (y/n)’s hand arm again. “We’re leaving.” He breathed out before walking away from their spot slowly while watching the bot. (Y/n) yanked her arm back, narrowing her eyes at her brother but followed him nevertheless, only to make eye contact with a German shepherd and a rottweiler.
“Oh fuck, run.” She turned faster than Sam, but he was running close behind her within a second. “No, no, no, no!” They climbed over debris, trying to get as far as possible from the two previously chained dogs. “No, you’re a good dog! Good dog, Good dog!” The more Sam repeated it the more high-pitched his voice became, if it weren’t for the current situation (Y/n) definitely would’ve made fun of him. They entered a barn, and quickly climbed the two crates in the middle. The dogs entered a second later, going for their legs. Sam tried kicking them away, as (Y/n) tried to stay as far away from their attempted bites. The barn's doors bursted open, startling both the dogs and twins. “You’re kidding.” (Y/n) stared wide eyed at the car while the dogs fleed, probably going back to their safe space. The muscle car drove around the crates, but Sam was quick to react. “Okay, please, please don’t kill us. I’m sorry! Take the keys, we don’t want them! Car’s yours.” Sam tossed the keys, before jumping off the crates he was ready to run off but realized (Y/n) wasn’t beside- or next to him. He reached back, grabbing (Y/n)’s hand and yanked her off the crates, making her snap back to reality. “Fuck, sorry.” The two carried on with their escape, fleeing the barn in fear. Bright lights blinded them as a car drove towards them, more specifically a police car. Sam stopped suddenly in front of it, making (Y/n) bump into him. He raised his hands quickly catching himself from stumbling and took another step closer to the police car.
“Listen, listen, listen. Good you’re here.” The police however didn’t give him a chance to continue, they got out immediately raising their guns at the two teenagers. “Sam..” “Let me see your hands.” “It’s not us!” (Y/n) shouted as Sam continued rambling, slowly raising her hands as she glanced between her brother and the cops. “Let me see your hands.” The cop repeated again, not listening to the twins. Sam obliged this time but continued. “The guy’s inside.” One of the cops closed in on them, still having his gun raised at the twins. “Shut up! Walk towards the car.” Sam placed his hands behind his head, and walked towards the car. (Y/n) trailed after him, watching both cops closely before staring down at the hood of the car. “Put your head on the hood.” Sam dropped his upper body, his head pretty much slamming onto the hood. (Y/n) jumped from the sudden sound of impact and slowly lowered her head as well. “You okay?” She questioned quietly, worried for her brother. “Yeah.” He muttered out, loud enough for her to hear.
