Teaser | TFP Optimus Prime x Reader

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B/D: Birthday (Date and month)

Miko being loud is a usual noise, be it tuning out keys or just random yelling to anyone. Miko being wild is also an everyday sight; Bulkhead and Wheeljack says that's just her Wrecker-ness. Miko throwing threats to anyone that could literally stepped on her and killed her by it is nothing new; that's what makes Miko a Miko.

So when she sat on the couch at 'human area' (As the bots dubbed it), sitting still with hands clasped before her mouth, eyes are narrow in concentration, and has been silent ever since she plopped onto it, everyone starts to worry. Raf is considering to poke her with a nearby broom and Jack is fidgeting away from her, silently creating a safe distance. You're still at school, discussing few issues with some teachers. Bumblebee is the first bot to notice it, and being a curious young scout he is, he stopped whatever he was doing and starts observing Miko too. The girl with stripped hair is still disturbingly quiet. Arcee walked in and noticed the eerie silent. She almost noped outta the room, but decided that she perhaps is going to tolerate some weird earth shit today. The two-wheeler made an eye/optic contact with Jack, but the teen only shrugged. She turned her helmet and both Ratchet and Optimus still busy typing on the monitor, the whole 'Twilight Zone' thing goes unnoticed by them. Then she saw Bulkhead at another corner, looking as the most concerned person in the room, and their optics met. She jerked her head with 'what is that' gesture to Miko, and Bulkhead only shrugged.

'Primus,' "Uh... Miko?"

"Name me one thing (Y/N) loves."

Bulkhead almost blurted out 'Optimus Prime' in reflex, but he managed to stop his glossa in time. This question earned Optimus' and Ratchet's attention in the same time, and the grumpy ambulance reacted first, "What?"

Optimus is stoic as usual, audio-receptor turned up to the max as he pays Miko's random question more attention than he ever did to Fowler or any government personnel he ever met. The twin-tailed girl continues, "Loves. Likings. Hobby. Whatever you like, just name it. We're only one day one night away from (B/D)."

Bumblebee beeped and Raf translated it, "What does (Y/N) have to do with (B/D)?"

Miko have her hand before her chest and her mouth is hanging open in disbelief, "Y'all calling yourselves as (Y/N)'s friends but never bother to figure out her birthday? Wow." No one heard it, but something in Optimus' spark just clanged in disappointment of himself. As your guardian *coughfuturepartnercough*, he should have known many things about you. He shall initiate a study later.

"The day we're being birthed from our mothers," Jack explained before anyone asked, "you guys probably calls it creation day."

Ratchet did a quick glance on Optimus before clearing his vocal cord, "Now that you mention it, I never hear she mention anything she fond of," he asked, his works must have decreased that he actually have time for this kiddy thing, "How old she's going to be on that cycle?"

"Eighteen!" Miko exclaimed loudly, jumping out of the sofa, "That's why we gotta blast this one out!"

Ooh, eighteenth birth day, that annoying voice emerged from the nowhere, the consent age of earth to engage intimate act—

"How about we give her a surprise?" Optimus punched the annoying voice away as he suggesting an idea, "She will returns from school than usual, yes? If we hurry, perhaps there will be enough time to prepare everything."

If anyone noticed how giddy he was, they didn't say anything and quickly moves to gather everything they need.

Friday, (B/D), 18:34 P.M

(L/N) Residence

You plopped yourself on the sofa, the feeling of popped back earning a chain of sastified moans for from you. You're practically wasted today; you rushed all your tasks at school purposedly so you can have more time to spend with your dearest Optimus Prime. Right after you finished them, with crammed brain and fingers that so hurtful you would pluck them off your hand if you could, a friend you owed big time back then came to your seat and begging you to take her cleaning shift for today. She saved your ass weeks ago, now she's here, on the edge of tears while informing you that her dad just got into an accident and she really needs to visit him at the hospital, and this afternoon is her shift for cleaning duty. You, of course, said 'yes'.

And you didn't even get to see Optimus! Bulkhead says something happened at the other side of the city and the gang needs to take care of it, even Ratchet went out to come along with them, so he's the only one who picked up the kids.

If you weren't so exhausted and sleepy, you would've noticed that if something that happened required a medic to came along, that 'thing' would have something to do with injury, and injury related to fights or battle, and everything about giant robots clashing with each other would need great support in strength, which means Bulkhead is supposed to be there, fighting some epic ass battle with his fellow Autobots instead of picking the kids up.

Alas, you were. So tired and lusting after the fluffiness of your pillow you didn't even see Jack, Miko and Raf keep trading sly glances nor you realized how awkward Bulkhead was when he told you to not forget to go to the base at 8. You only realized everything after your growling tummy command you to get up and find any edible material, walking like a zombie to the kitchen, and the phone suddenly ring so loud you'd be screaming if you have the energy.

"(L/N) residence, he—"

"(Y/N), happy birthday!" your (mom/dad/guardian/someone else) replied excitedly, "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for your birthday, but I already sent the cake and gifts and everything to you!"

Silence for a while, as you consider what you should say to them this time. "Hm," you hummed after five second, sounds rather passive for the birthday girl. The person from the other side sighed so loud you can hear them pinching their nose bridge. "(Y/N), look. I know it's my fault I couldn't be there, but you did say you've got some good friends there, didn't you?"

"Hm."

"Now, don't be like that. Don't let my absence ruined your birthday. Throw a party and get wild!"

"Okay."

"Wait, no, my bad. Throw a party and please don't get arrested or anything. Love you!"

And then the line went dead. You're tempted to slam the phone to the floor, but that'd cost money and you need that money for other important stuff, so you just put back the handle a little harsher than usual, huffing as you bottled your annoyance. Well, at least I still got the guys and the Autobo—

And that's when everything hits you, and suddenly you're not hungry anymore. Motherfraggers, you thought, excitement bubbling inside your body as you realized everyone, including the friggin' Optimus Prime, have planned something for you tonight. You see the clock—19:02—and rushed to your closet, digging the content like a pirate digging a pile of gold.

Ten minutes later, you finally found it. The sharpest clothing you rarely wears, the one that bring the best of your appeals, the one that gonna make anyone goes wolf whistling to you. A quick shower plus shaving, and a supermodel appears on the mirror as you look into it. Mmmhmm, you hummed, turning around to check everything. Hotter than lava, Optimus ain't gonna resist you tonight.

Your doorbell rang when you're still applying your make up last touch. "Wait!" you yelled, checking the clock. Huh, you thought, checking yourself for the twentieth time before rushing to the door, they're fifteen minutes earlier.

The door opened and a pair of giant high heels is the first thing you see. Then you craned your neck up, thus your blood ran cold. Starscream is grinning at you.

"Happy birthday, fleshy," he sing-songed, and you're thrown into his cockpit.