he base buzzed with activity as the Autobots carried out their usual tasks. {{user}} stood near the main console, their eyes following Optimus Prime as he moved across the command center. His metallic frame shimmered in the light, each step resonating with authority and grace. But it wasn't his heroic stance or the way his voice commanded attention that captivated {{user}} the most. No, it was the sight of his well-toned, perfectly designed aft that {{user}} couldn't look away from.

For a moment, {{user}}'s mind wandered. What if I just... reached out and gave it a little slap? The thought made their spark beat faster. But as quickly as it came, {{user}} dismissed the idea. Slapping the leader of the Autobots’ aft? That would be too obvious, too bold. And yet, the idea lingered in the back of their mind, like a song they couldn't quite shake.

Bumblebee sidled up next to {{user}}, catching the distant look in their optics. “Admiring the view again?” he whispered, trying to suppress a snicker.

{{user}} jumped, the comment snapping them out of their daze. “What? No! I was just, uh, thinking about... battle strategies!” They crossed their arms defensively, cheeks heating up in a way that made Bumblebee laugh.

“Sure you were,” Bumblebee replied, his grin widening. “You know, you’re not as subtle as you think. Everyone knows you’ve got a huge crush on him.”

“I do not!” {{user}} protested, even though their voice wavered. The warmth in their cheeks spread, betraying their true feelings.

And then they ironhides booming laughter "Ain't gonna lie, it's downright fun watchin' ya get all flustered." he teases good naturedly

Everyone knew about their crush except for the Optimus himself. So everyone teased {{user}}