《Transformers one-shots》Human!Bumblebeexrich!reader~ i accept your apology
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Y/n walked outside, towel thrown over her shoulder as she smelled the chlorine from the backyard pool. She looked up and smiled when she seen their new poolboy, y/n's dad fired the last guy because they found out he threw parties at their house while they were away. But i mean who wouldn't?
Y/n's mom climbed out from the pool to which he fetched her towel while she ran her fingers through her hair and gave a refreshing sigh and took the towel when he handed it over, he gave a soft small that she returned and started to dry. Her morning water aerobics was done.. poor sap. He was probably relieved to finally have her out of the pool.
Y/n chuckled at the thought and watched as she went inside to prepare for work with y/n's father, running a family company, one y/n wasn't too thrilled she had to inherite.
She walked over after tossing the towel onto a lawn chair "hey."
He looked up after grabbed a pool rod and smiled softly, his dimples showed once she was closer and y/n grinned "well hello handsome~"
He had bright blonde ruffled hair and held soft azure eyes, and had a small tan working on him, he looked absolutely adorable from his neck up, he was atleast 20.. But his toned arms and 6 pack made him sexy.
His cheeks ever so slightly darkened "Miss."
He was a shy guy.. hmm.
Y/n chuckled and held out her hand "Names y/n, you're the new guy, huh?"
He shifted the rod into one hand and grasped hers in his own and brought it into a firm handshake before releasing "My name's Brad."
"Well Brad.. gotta say you're a fine looking fellow."
He chuckled nervously "oh, uh thanks, miss y/n.."
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"Ah drop the miss, just call me y/n, no need for formality." Y/n assured
"Alright, y/n."
Y/n glanced at the pool and gestured toward it "care to take a swim with me?"
"A-am i allowed to?" He blinked
Y/n tilted her head a bit "well ya, you can hop in whenever you want, just dont throw parties when we're away"
Brad shrugged a bit and settled the rod down "alright."
Y/n smiled and dove right in to get over the cold chill quicker
Brad was less quick and sat down on the ledge before he sunk down into the water, y/n grasped onto the ledge and rubbed her eyes a bit smiling at him "so, this your first pool boy job?"
"No, uh the last family was going through some financial problems so i had to leave."
"Aw, bummer."
He shrugged a bit "i kinda saw it coming.."
"Oh.. What'd you do before pooling?"
"Well i.. interned for massage therapy." His face darkened a bit again
Y/n tilted her head "oh really? What happened?"
"I found that it wasnt my specialty.. rubbing all over old grandmas at the spa all day." He lightly chuckled "so i quit.."
Y/n grimaced a bit "oof you dodged a bullet."
"I gotta say i did get tipped more from them though.." he laughed
I can see why.." y/n eyed him over once
Brad glanced away eith his dark cheeks "yeah.."
"For being a buff stud you sure dont act like one do you?"
He looked like a deer in headlights for a moment "Buff stud? W-well I wouldnt call myself that.. i just workout often plus this pool boy work gives a pretty good tan.." he mumbled
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"Oh come on, you are handsome at the least, i'd even call you sexy."
"Oh stop." He chuckled batting a dismissive hand
"I'm serious! You got that adorable baby face plus dimples, you got a six pack and youre packing up top, i think you look great. Please, i've seen a ugly poolboy many times.. but you're not one."
Brad hummed softly "i suppose i cant argue witht that.."
"Know what?"
"Hm?" He tilted his head
"I think i found you a nickname.. Bumblebee."
"Bumblebee?" He grinned and shook his head a bit "why bumblebee?"
"Well first youre cute, but you look like you could rough someone up if you had to, plus your swim trunks, they're black and yellow." She said as she laid back and floated around, he followed
"I guess i can see it."
"Bumblebee~!" She giggled a bit
"Zzzzzzzzz" he mimicked the soft buzzing making y/n laugh as he made his way over and pressed a finger into her arm "BZZ-"
"Ow! Oh why oh why-" she flailed a bit making Brad smile widely and laugh
Y/n laughed with him "i think this is a nice beginning to a new friendship."
"I agree. I've never been invited in so quickly.. thank you, y/n."
Y/n nodded a bit "hey.. you wouldnt be opposed to testing out your massaging skills would you?"
"I dont have to work on an old lady, do i?" He questioned playfully
Y/n laughed "nope, just me.. we'll keep that a secret."
"Then it's a deal." Brad smiled
"Sweeeet! You're awesome, Bee"
"Buzz buzz buzz~ i think i'm really gonna like it here" he grinned watching y/n laugh a bit
"You're too cute.."
"What happened to handsome??" He looked playfully alarmed
"Well when you act like that it's just adorable. Like pulling your cheeks adorable." She went to pull on his face but he moved away
He pouted a bit and swam around while y/n giggled "fine, you can be sexy."
He came swimming back "i accept your apology." His whole face was red making y/n giggle some more.
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