Ok this is a random thought but I need to get this out……transformers but it’s like ouran highschool host club (if u don’t know about ohshc its where the main character has to be a host in this romance club in a rich school to pay off breaking a vase [sorry not good at the summary cause tired], like imagine a x reader story where ur the main character and the transformers are the host members, here’s some that I thought of who would be who
Rodimus/bumblebee/smokescreen-Tamaki
Tailgate/rewind/bumblebee-honey
Cyclonus/chromodome/ultra magnus?-mori
Sunstreaker and sideswipe- the twins
I can’t think of any character for kyoya T^T, if u guys have more suggestions on which characters would be the host club members then u can say it in the comments (pls don’t be mean or rude in the comments)
(Edit: to kinda better explain ohshc (now that I’m more awake) it’s like kinda every common romance anime trope…put into a funny combination to make a funny romance highschool anime lol)
Bumblebee had only been working for half an hour and somehow, he was entirely damp. All over. Again.
The entire shop was a carefully constructed dance of very little space, very hot coffee, and several people. He hadn’t gotten all the steps yet and received a bath for his troubles. He supposed he could only be grateful it was iced coffee that Bulkhead had ran into him with. Why they needed several dozen gallons of iced coffee in the dead of winter was still something he was trying to figure out.
He did his best to avoid wincing when his wet clothing shifted against him and stared down at the cup. Four long shots of espresso over ice with two pumps of sugar free vanilla and heavy cream. What kind of monster ordered this?
Bumblebee snuck a glance at Blitzwing, who was ignoring everything happening behind him blithely and chatting amiably with the next customer at the register. During has last shift he had seen Blitzwing nearly pop a blood vessel cursing out the broken espresso maker. The shift before that he’d spent the entire clean play dancing with a mop after switching the store playlist over to a big band station.
Bumblebee was still trying to figure him out, but he couldn’t help but be a little bit infatuated.
He felt his face heat, and busied himself with building the monstrosity, letting himself pretend that the flush was from the heat of the steamer.
“Drink for Sentinel?” Bumblebee called and gulped when the frowning old man that Blurr had specifically pointed out for him to avoid strode forward.
“Have a…great…um, day?” Bumblebee trailed off, fidgeting under the severe stare he was receiving. Sentinel said nothing, lifting the cup to his nose and sniffing.
“Wrong,” He said, placing the cup back on the counter.
“Um?” Bumblebee looked at the cup. Back up. Down at the cup, “Sorry?”
“You made it wrong,” Sentinel said, a dark edge to his voice, “Fix it.”
“But I—” Bumblebee started.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” Blitzwing stepped up behind Bumblebee. He froze, unsure of what was happening here. Blitzwing was very warm, and tall, and closer than Bumblebee was sure what to do with, “Bee here is new, but I’ll get this fixed right up and show him the right way to do it.”
His voice was smooth, placating, and Sentinel nodded. Blitzwing dumped the drink, and Bumblebee felt small in a way he usually didn’t, “Why don’t you have a seat, we’ll bring that right over to you.”
“It’s good to know that good service isn’t completely dead,” Sentinel glared at Bumblebee, and left.
“I didn’t—I don’t—I,” Bumblebee stuttered.
“Quiet Bug,” Blitzwing finally stepped out of his space, grabbing a new cup, “You didn’t do anything wrong, he’s just a bitter old man who delights in making everyone around him as miserable as he is. Come. I’ll show you the trick.”
Bumblebee followed in his wake, “Trick?”
Blitzwing set the machine up to drip, “Oh yes, it’s the bitter old man special. Also known as the high and mighty bitch special. Always known as the cop special. On a stranger note, if First Aid comes in when you’re on, make sure to make it like this as well. He knows about it, but he likes it this way. Residency, little bug, not even once.”
“Okay,” Bumblebee drew the agreement out, watching Blitzwing work. Four long shots. Two pumps of sugar free vanilla. And then, “Why aren’t you adding the cream?”
“The trick of it, little bug,” Blitzwing winked at him and Bumblebee felt himself blushing again, “If espresso sits out for a bit without being added to milk, it goes terribly bitter.”
“Oh,” Bumblebee frowned, “Don’t they notice?”
“There’s not a single person who comes into this place that knows what good coffee tastes like,” Blitzwing whispered conspiratorially, “If they wanted that they would go to Prowl’s shop down the street.”
“Oh,” Bumblebee wished he could say anything else, but Blitzwing was leaning down in a way that felt like being drawn into a confidence, not his height being pandered to. This was the most he’d talked to him directly and Bumblebee wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, let alone the conversation.
Blitzwing chuckled, finished the drink and winked again, “No worries bug, you’ll pick up all the tricks soon enough. Including keeping a spare change of clothes in the back.”
Bumblebee was fairly certain he would have stood there forever, on fire, had Bulkhead not spilled half a gallon of milk down his back.
