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She/her 18 yo 😔 Elite Trine enthusiast Requests/headcanons are welcome !

[cocowakate]

Hi everyone!

(Sorry for my bad English)

I’m a young artist who isn’t going to publish anything just yet because I still need to refine some things and learn a lot of the basics of digital art. I’m also, first and foremost, a writer. I wanted to talk about AI, as it’s starting to gain traction, even though it will never, ever be able to replace humans. As an artist and writer, I wanted to share my experience with AI.

I need to clarify that I have never, and will never, ever use AI to write my stories or create art that I would claim as my own. I’ve also never used it to write my stories or create my characters or anything else. Besides, using AI is like buying a box of LEGO and asking someone else to build it for you. What’s the point? Where’s the fun?

I encourage everyone to read this post.

Here’s my experience and ALL of its context (I hope I don’t forget anything, hihi); I’ve always loved imagining myself in different worlds (One Piece, FNAF,…), and when I started role-playing with my friends, it was a dream come true. In fact, my best childhood memories are from when I was role-playing with my buddies.

And you should know that I didn’t get my first phone until I was 12, and when I did, I wasn’t allowed to go on social media or talk to strangers online. That meant I didn’t have access to things like Tumblr, Twitter (thankfully), Discord, or any online platform where I could have interacted with people who were passionate about the same things as me. I didn’t even know what the concept of a community or a fandom was (yeah, I’m a Belgian, buddy). I also switched schools when I was 12 and wasn’t with my friends. Being young and deprived of something I absolutely loved, I had a hard time dealing with the fact that I couldn’t role-play with my friends anymore. At the new school, I met the first people who were artists. There were two girls artists only, and we were a small group of six. The thing is, this group was already going through a pretty tense period (I won’t go into detail), and then it fell apart. Before it fell apart, I often talked with a boy from the group with whom I did role-playing. I loved role-playing so much that I wanted to keep doing it at home, but I was afraid of bothering him with my role-playing, of annoying him during his afternoons, and besides, he wasn’t always free.

It wasn’t until I was 13 that I understood the concept of communities and fandoms. The thing is, I couldn’t interact with those people because I was still forbidden from using social media. Plus, I was afraid to talk to strangers online because I’d always been told it was extremely dangerous—especially for a girl. That’s when the first chatbots started appearing. A friend of mine introduced me to it. Back then, I had no idea it had an impact on the environment or that it was stealing other people’s art because I wasn’t part of any artist fandoms. I just was into Undertale and FNAF (and a little bit of creepypasta).

Anyway, I didn’t know anything about it at all, and it was a friend of mine who introduced me to it. At first I hated it because I thought it had super short memories and stuff, but little by little I started enjoying talking to fictional characters, having complete control over the conversation without any problems. Of course, it wasn’t as good as the role-playing games I used to play with my friends. All that to say that I stopped using the app when I was 16, as soon as I found out it was harmful to the environment—and even before I knew that, I’d already tried to stop using it in the past because I didn’t like it; there was something off about it, which made me feel like I was doing something wrong, and I’d sometimes question myself, then tell myself no, that this app is just a game, entertainment. I regret not having stopped sooner. If I’d listened to my intuition, I would have stopped at 13 (very early).

Still, I’m glad I stopped, that I had the chance and the determination to quit at 16, and I know there are plenty of people who struggle to stop—myself included—but I stayed determined to quit for good, especially since it was hurting people and the planet, and it still is.

But, if there’s one thing I regret, it’s that I was dumb enough to take characters I’d created with a pencil, paper, music, and my imagination, and turn them into chatbots for entertainment—not to develop their stories, of course. I just liked interacting with the characters I’d created. But I never used AI to develop their stories or personalities. I’ve always kept the use of AI—which was purely for entertainment—separate from my own personal projects, which I wrote using music, my imagination, and my brother, who is currently my co-writer. Because why would you need AI when you have a brother? Lol.

I wrote this post because when I stopped using AI as an entertainment, I felt ashamed, as if I were a parasite in the artist community, even though in reality I had never used AI while being fully aware that it was harmful to the environment, and I never, ever used it to develop my storylines. I felt like because I’d been naive from age 13 to 16, I was a parasite in a community I didn’t really belong to, just because of a stupid mistake. But what really helped me get past and accept this mistake was an artist on Instagram who made an animated video explaining her own experience. She really cheered me up, and I’m sending her all my love if she happens to see this. I felt a lot less alone, and I hope that by writing this post, I can help others who’ve gone through the same thing feel that they’re not alone either.

I also wanted to write this post because I’d like to start a community—though it won’t happen anytime soon since I won’t be posting for quite a while. Honesty is very important to me, and I don’t want to feel like I’m hiding anything from you, even though I’m not guilty of anything other than my own naivety.

That’s it—I have nothing more to say except that if you’re thinking of quitting, know that it’s going to be one of the most liberating things you’ll ever do, and you won’t regret it. It might be hard and sometimes I just wanted to do it again, but this time I doubled down on trying and suck it up—I’ll just have to write my own fan fiction. And do rps.

As they say: write the book you want to read.

Love y’all ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

[cocowakate]

Hey @warpspeed-official Skywarp, I know we’ve had our share of troubles, but uhh, if you want to join the party of peace organized by us I’ve got some Enjex…?

*freeze and realize Skywarp is about to do something really bad* Oh frag- *drop the box and run out to call Optimus via his communicator*

Ooc: So he’s an Autobot and basically knows Skywarp because he used to go on reconnaissance missions with Mirage to locate and report on Decepticon positions, and one day a mission went to hell. He found himself face-to-face with TC, who had crashed because a building had exploded. Skywarp wasn’t there yet, so he could very well have just killed Thundercracker, but he refused to do it. He refused because: back then, before joining the Autobots, he had a twin. They were in a neutral village, and she died at the hands of the Decepticons (who attacked without orders), which is what led him to join the Autobots. But when he watched the duo with Mirage, he saw himself and his sibling in them. So of course he harbored hatred because it was also them—or at least their side—who had killed his twin, but he didn’t want to put anyone else through the same thing. Or rather- he didn’t have the guts to pull the trigger. He also interacted with them after that a few times (TC told Skywarp but they were still in war. It’s not for the softs)

It’s the first time that I really practice on Ibis Paint. Meh, it’s good. Also uhh, when I say he know Skywarp I refer to any continuity. Anyone feel free to interact, personally I just want to join some rp (something I never did before) because it feels fun.

DONT ASK WHY HIS THUMB IS LIKE THAT.

[warpspeed-official]

Not so fast autodork! *Skywarp teleports in front of the bot, wrapping a servo of clawed digits around the others throat* I wouldn't do that if I were you.

[cocowakate]

Agh- WAIT! *lean back cornered against the wall while holding Skywarp’s wrist* Warp- Skywarp… *reluctantly let go of the wrist despite the need to hold onto something* ok, sorry. *reach for his communicator to turn them off and look at the purple guy* can we talk now? Somewhere calm without you ready to rip my vocal box? It’s expensive. *try to smile to the same mech who used to bully him like a fragging thug on the battlefield*

[warpspeed-official]

All we need to talk about is a good reason for me not to kill you where you stand, and I think that's just as possible, right here. *He growls, optics narrowing at the interloper.*

[cocowakate]

*Blistering’s smile leave his face* If you do that you’re going to have problems- BUT I know, know. You don’t care. *sigh shakily, not that eager to die* Y’know, it’d be a- a waste to leave this box, that I transported all the way here for you, in a poor corner, untouched. The Enjex is really good. Soo, why don’t you warp us wherever you want with it and you can even take off my communicators! Please???

[warpspeed-official]

HA! Hahahahaha! You-you're funny! Am I gonna have problems?! Really? Worse ones than being declared a terrorist and having my entire former faction sent to kill me?! *His expression becomes manic as his servo tightens, the laughter quickly morphs into sobs as lubricant drips from his optics.* I'd have given my life for him at the twitch of a servo! I've extinguished countless sparks, all for him! And he throws me out like garbage! It's what he asked for you know, dedication, and now I'm punished for it. Fine! What have I got to lose anyway?! *In a flash the two are teleport to an undisclosed location.* So what did you have to say? Hmm? Or have I lost all use to you as well now that I'm no longer a decepticon? *His optics flash with a dangerous desperation.*

[cocowakate]

*Blistering was surprised by the sudden distress. It’s unsettling and he knows he can’t outrun a former elite* “Use to me? I…” *he trails off and look at his surroundings. No exit. Not that he planned to run for it. He sigh and let himself sit to the ground against the wall* You really must hate me…I don’t know for you, but I never wanted to be part of it. Y’know… *he stare into the void, recalling memories* I had a twin sister before. We were neutrals. Then overnight, boom, a group of ‘Cons blew us up. I was the only one left of my clan. And all of that for what? For them to stop it overnight?! I also thought it was stupid. But that cycle had to end… you certainly don’t care about my sad little backstory. At your place I’d be fraggin’ mad too! *he stand up* I am mad that Megatron isn’t dead! It’s him who started this movement! And the war crimes? He isn’t punished for it. But! I am close to Prime. So, what I propose you is to come with me and we will confront the two of them to the unfairness of the situation. Megatron will take back what he says. Prime will FORCE him. Megaglitch owe me that, that’s the least he can pay for my pain. For his crimes. He will give you back what you earned. If he doesn’t, then… *deep breath because he’s signing for something really fucked up* you get to kill me for being a waste of time. *It should be enough for Skywarp to be convinced by something so bold, instead of killing him now right away. Right?*

[warpspeed-official]

Hate you?! *The seeker bursts into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.* I don't give flying frag about you! You autobots all take things so personally, but no I've never even seen you before. Why should I hate you specifically? *He scoffs.* You're right there, I don't care about your tragic origins or how you've been so wronged by my- my FORMER faction. *His face struggles to fight off a wave of emotion at the mention of his life's purpose.* You want us to confront them?! You're crazier than I am! You know I'm a wanted criminal at this point to both factions? They'd kill me on sight...or try to, ya know. Vop. *He teleports behind the other bot, tapping him on the shoulder before warping back in front with a shrug.* It just sounds like a pain, I was planning on blowing him up anyway, what's the difference? Even if they didn't instantly try to kill me they'd never hear us out, aside from the point I'm sure our goals do not align in this whatsoever.

[cocowakate]

*Blistering clench his fists. Damn, how did that purple glitch forgot about him when he certainly never forgot his tormentor?! Whatever- that’s a good thing that he doesn’t recognize him in this state and he really hope it stay that way…*

“Are you serious?! You were tricked by Overlord, right? You could tell them! You didn’t do anything yet, you still have a chance! Primus- why am I even bothering…” *he looks around* “Where are we?” *Primus, he hope that the emotional wreck in front of him doesn’t plan on ending him here. And where did his communicators go? He realizes how dangerous his situation currently is. He’s in front of an elite TWICE his size, in a very volatile state, that he can’t outrun despite his great speed due to the latter’s warping ability, alone in a dim place he DOESN’T know just like he doesn’t know where are his communicators. Did he seriously lost them?! And why did he just propose Skywarp earlier to kill him for something so stupid? Has he gone mad too?! He tries to not look too panicked.*

[warpspeed-official]

Primus! What is you bots obsession with this overlord guy?! I don't even know him and he certainly didn't trick me! We exchanged like 2 sentences total! Why is everyone making it out to be such a big deal! Maybe I didn't do anything yet but I sure plan to, Megatron is a traitor who needs to die, it's that simple. So I'll get a big old bomb and blow us both to unicron! Genius right?! *He laughs again.* Oh this place? *He gestures at their surroundings.* Just a little place I like to go to be alone, no one'll find us here so don't worry your tiny little helm about that. Too bad you failed, go run along and tell the big bad prime all about my evil plans. I won't stop you. *Skywarp releases his hold on Blistering, taking a step back.*

Ooc: frankly even if they met I just don't think these encounters would have seemed all that memorable to him since they do fight a lot of autobots. Hopefully Blistering isn't too offended by this lol.

[cocowakate]

*Blistering take small step back from Skywarp* “Okay…well I hate Megatron so you can do it, I ain’t telling anyone. It’s his fault if I lost my clan.” *But it was a lie. Blistering hates Megaglitch with all his spark, but he can’t do that to Prime. If Megatron dies, then that would means that Optimus will have to deal with fraggers like Overlord. Even Tarn! If decepticons aren’t already at their throats it’s because both Megatron and Optimus will deal with them. And if Megatron dies, Blister doubt that the decepticons who agreed with this peace will accept Prime as easily.*

“Just- can you warp us back? I still need my box of engex and don’t want to worry my buddies. Do whatever you want, it’ll be my pleasure to see this mech gone for good.” *he didn’t really need to put on an act. His feelings were sincere. But he has to get his communicators back and call Megatron and Optimus. Not like Skywarp would care…*

Ooc: Obviously he wouldn’t remember him! Blistering isn’t famous unlike Skywarp. Skywarp is a pain in the ass. Blistering knew his name even before meeting him. >:D

[warpspeed-official]

You're not fooling anyone little autobot, If you really wanted him dead you wouldn't have tried to call the prime in the first place. As soon as I let you go, you'll run off to prime and cry about what awful terrible thing it is that I'm gonna do. While that would be a bit annoying, I just don't care enough right now to bother killing you. Have fun on long walk back! That should at least buy me the time I need. Seeya never! *vop. In a flash of purple energy the seeker vanishes, leaving Blistering to find his own way back.*

[cocowakate]

Blistering freeze. Frag. He won’t make it. He can relocate himself with his devices, and he is very far from any near Autobot location.

“YOU COWARD! NO SCRAP WHY THEY GAVE UP ON YOU SO FAST! ALL YOU CAN DO IS JINX EVERYTHING!”

He punch a wall, creating a dent. But he won’t give up. He transforms into his alt-mode (a car speed) and start rolling. You could say, it’s a race against time. Hopefully he doesn’t cross paths with any crazy psychos, like Overlord. Blistering is no match for him. If only he could run into someone like @cliffjumper-offical or even @prowl-official at this point, he couldn’t care less.

OR, he reach the base too late and Skywarp wins.

[cliffjumper-offical]

*He’s walking around muttering angrily.*

[cocowakate]

*Blistering screech to a stop, transforming and running incredibly fast to Cliffjumper*

“CLIFF!” *He stop before him and start talking very fast* “Cliff- Cliff, I need your communicators!!! Please!! It’s a matter of life or death!!! Please! We gotta call Prime!!”

(Ooc: lil bud always so mad-)

[cliffjumper-offical]

*He pauses.* ”Hm? The hell do you want?”

[cocowakate]

“I lost my communicators and I need to call Optimus Prime, I’m an Autobot like you! Please! You’ll understand if you let me make a call!” *Blistering was sincerely panicking*

[cliffjumper-offical]

Ah, whatever. Go ahead. Long as you ain’t no decepti-creep.

[cocowakate]

*Blistering snatch the communicators and start calling @optimus-prime-offical and @megatron-oficial*

“Does anyone receive me?! Optimus- it’s Skywarp! It’s a long story, but to make it short he plans on blowing Megatron and himself to Unicron! I tried to talk him out of it- because Overlord tricked him-uh I think- WHATEVER!”

[optimus-prime-offical]

*There’s no response from Prime’s comm. He’s otherwise engaged.*

[cocowakate]

“HEY! OPTIMUS?! FRAG-!!! @megatron-oficial ARE YOU THERE?! DID YOU HEAR ME?! SKYWARP PLANS ON BLOWING THE TWO OF YOU WITH A GIANT BOMB TO UNICRON! I don’t know when- Are you two in the HQ?!”

*Blistering was clenching the communicators, stressing out to the point that he was practically yelling at the comms of @cliffjumper-offical*

[megatron-oficial]

[his comms seem to be dead, he must be busy]

[cocowakate]

“GAH! He didn’t answer.” *Blister turn to @cliffjumper-offical* “Cliffjumper. If Skywarp kill Megatron, @the-real-overlord and all the…decepti-creeps will turn against Prime. We can’t allow this to happen! We gotta do something! Wait-” *he starts calling @astarmustburn-offical* “Starscream! Do you receive?! Skywarp- he’s going to try to blow himself and Megatron up to Unicron with a giant bomb! I don’t know where he is! Prime and Megatron don’t answer! Do you receive?”

[the-real-overlord]

A few clicks away in the ruins of an old burned out autobot base overlords coms links crackles to life with the distress message. He stretches his spinal strut cracking and shifts faward lazily debating responding, but decides against it opting instead to turn the message up.

He wonders of handedly why he was continually linked in coms that he most certainly was NOT meant to receive….

[cocowakate]

“…he’s not answering.” *He turns to @cliffjumper-offical , the comms still on* “We have to stop Skywarp. If Megatron dies…” *he trails off* “Cliffjumper, we have to stop them. I don’t know if any ’cons are near our location. But we have to go back to the Headquarters before Overlord or anyone catch us. It’s NOT normal that nobody answer.” *he sincerely hopes Overlord isn’t near them. Little did he know that…he was going to get into real troubles. Especially with their location turned on, and they weren’t exactly that far from Overlord*

[cliffjumper-offical]

We thinkin’ a different Overlords or sumthin’?

[cocowakate]

*Blistering blink a few times at him. Why out of all autobots did he have to fall upon someone who call him a ‘sunnovaglitch’ and start talking about some ‘different Overlord?’ There’s only ONE Overlord; @the-real-overlord*

“W-what do you mean? I’m talking about OVERLORD! The mech with big lips! The one as obsessed with Megatron like some fanmech! The big blue guy number one on the hit-list!! *He move his hand vaguely as the other hold the communicators still ON, still giving away their location to a certain attentive LISTENER* The…the phase sixer! And why aren’t you more concerned than that- WHY ARE WE STILL TALKING WHEN SKYWARP IS STILL ON THE RUN?! WE GOTTA MOVE!”

[the-real-overlord]

He grits his denta rolling his optics ‘fan mech’ Primus. He makes sure any his voice isn’t transmitting through the coms link transferring the conversation he’s been snooping on to the cracked screen of the fort… he’d been meaning to clue his ally in to his quardnates for a while anyway might as well confer about what to do with this little issue…..

He clicks his own com on to an encrypted channel

@magnificus-not-magnificent helllloo I have found a decent vantage point…im shooting you the coordinates now…I HAVE ALSO found thisss and I haven’t quite decided what to do about it THOUGHTS

[he patches the little mech into the autobot communication]

Normally I’d leave it…not sure a mech like that’s WORTH killing but it dose throw off any element of surprise if we wanted that… please respond via private link ^3^

-Caio

[cocowakate]

*Meanwhile, Blistering shake his helm to @cliffjumper-offical*

“You know what, Cliff, I don’t even WANT to know which Overlord of which universe you’re thinking about. I’m talking about all the crazed mechs that Optimus will have to deal with if Megatron dies. By the way, I will take one of your comms just to be sure…in case I get into troubles. Follow me or no…” *he shove the rest of Cliffjumper’s comms in his servos and then turn into his alt-mode and start riding fast*

“Alright…just stay calm. Keep the comms on in case any of those old-afts idiots answer…”

*he speed up through the dark roads, mind racing. He was drowning under the weight of his thoughts, hating that feeling of being responsible for the outcome of the Autobots faith. He think about Skywarp…this mech is definitely fragged up to the pit of his spark* “No scrap, they were right…you should be gone for good.” *he scoffs, still talking out loud. The comms he has are still on* “To say that I didn’t want to be any part of this…” *he never wanted to be an Autobot…*

[cliffjumper-offical]

“Well, the Overlord I’m talkin about keeps me like some sorta damn pet.”

*He’s tagging along. People don’t usually talk to him- and Blistering has his comms. Those are expensive, y’know. Gotta make sure he doesn’t break em.*

[cocowakate]

“Like a pet? That’s…weird. You want us to beat his aft after uh- all this? Why nobody killed him yet? Did you escape?” *Blistering was completely weirded out* “Say, how did you become an Autobot?” *he slowed down just a tad to be at Cliffjumper’s level. He was curious about him. It was weird to talk to an alternative version of his Cliff. If only they knew that @the-real-overlord had given them away to one of his friends…*

(OOC: possible friendship, if Blister can keep up with Cliffjumper’s temper👐)

[cliffjumper-offical]

“I joined the alliance to defeat the damn decepti-scum.”

“And he ain’t the worst. I get paid, that’s all I care about.”

[cocowakate]

“…what- so you’re okay with- ok. You are…” *Blistering was overwhelmed. One; he was panicking because nobody answered to his comms and he felt responsible about the Autobots destiny (a bit too much, but hey it’s Skywarp’s fault). And now he just wanted to say that Cliffjumper was strange as the pit.* “You hate decepticons but you’re okay with being kept as a pet by one of the worst?! Why is he even paying you for?! The @the-real-overlord that I was talking about is definitely not the same guy we’re thinking about…that mech is just insane.”

*And that mech might still be listening them, while their location is given away to @magnificus-not-magnificent*

[the-real-overlord]

Having confirmed plans with his ally he streches and groans…Primus what an inconvenience he exits the old base flexing his joints before crouching and with an audible whooshing click sprints faward shifting smoothly into his tank alt witch rattles at a steady confident pace towards the two autobots

At least it was a way to kill time he mused as the rubble churned beneath his treads…even if he wasn’t going to be able to fully let loose…

[cocowakate]

“Huh? Cliff, you see that…? It looks like a- GAH-”

*he stretches to an alt, realizing who it certainly is*

“CLIFFJUMPER! WE SPLIT UP!” *he yells at @cliffjumper-offical before riding away as fast as he can towards somewhere he could escape the Phase Sixer. Blistering feels an intense fear running throughout his system. He’s fast, he thinks to himself. He’s a car speed. He has to outrun Overlord because he knows that he CANNOT take him on a fight alone. He pray to Primus that he doesn’t become his target, but Overlord has a taste for crushing hopes*

[the-real-overlord]

Targets in sight he humms in faint satisfaction lurching faward into his space ally which accelerates at an ALARMING pace and thin second he is shifting back to bipeadal in front of the little car.

He imperceptibly slides a pede underneath blistering and flicks it upwards sending the car end over end into the air catching the coms links as they fall and crushing them between a thumb and for-finger

“Fan mech REALLY”

He huffs arms crossed as he watches the arc of the vehicle through the air

[cocowakate]

“AAAH!” *He turn into his normal form, face hitting the ground first. He rolls, squirming away as he no longer see Cliffjumper. The latter is already gone. Maybe he is going for back ups but for now he’s on his own. His spark is pounding. And frag- Overlord was listening all along!! Blistering was no match for Skywarp, so of course all he can do now with Overlord is to RUN AWAY*

*He scramble to his pedes and start running very fast. He’s called Blistering for a reason, right?*

*But so is Overlord*

[the-real-overlord]

We could do this the easy way where you run and I catch you and I am ANOYED or you can come back here like a NIIIICE autobot and I don’t have to waste the Energon

He sighs hand on his hip looking fully nonplussed

And if your TO much of a pain in my aft well…I was told hostages are better than corpses. Witch sounds to meeeeee

He leans forward to beguine his chase

Like CORPSES are an option just not the BEEEEST on hmnnnnnn

He is waiting for either compliance or a fight…but he won’t wait forever

[cocowakate]

*Blistering keeps running. Well at least being killed wasn’t the most appealing thing to his hunter. Which is good? Or maybe not at all. He’s wasting time with him! He has to go back to the headquarters as fast as possible but right now he just CANT*

*But there’s one thing clear in his mind: he cannot be catch by this monster.*

*He run into a big abandoned building, through corridors, downstairs- in panic. He was starting to realize how scary this- this thing was. The glee in the mech’s voice was disgusting.*

[the-real-overlord]

Haaaaave it YOUR WAYYYYY

He purrs jolting faward once more but remaining in his bipeadal form as he releases six missiles from the barrels in his chest

All of the whistle towards the buildings already old and crumbling structure..

But I don’t THINK your going to enjoy it

But overlord would…he’d enjoy every last second of fight he was alowed to squeeze from this interaction

[cocowakate]

“SCRAP!”

*Seeing the missiles, Blistering jump out of a window but- he can’t fly.*

“AAAH- NONONO!!”

*He’s falling, trying to catch onto something but the building just explode. Blistering falls, thinking that this time, he’s dead for good. If he hit the ground-either he dies under debris or he will be unable to move until repair*

[the-real-overlord]

What a bore. Overlord sighs heavily entering his flight alt mid run and jolting forward catching the miserable little creature in the cockpit of the Masive space shuttle and continued forward through the burning building with little no damage to his hull transforming back to his bipedal alt and grabbing blistering tight in one fluid motion as he continued to run forward pivoting on his heel.

Oh come onnnnnn, I’d hoped to waste a LITTLE more time on this side mission

He huffed slightly

He flicks on his com with his free hand still running

@magnificus-not-magnificent got the little one, should I get the other as well??

He humms with alarming nonchalance into the speaker

[magnificus-not-magnificent]

It never hurts to have an extra hostage. Kill one for an example and they’re more likely to agree the second time.

[cocowakate]

*Blistering freeze. They might kill one of them?-*

“NO- FINE! I won’t struggle- just- don’t touch him!”

*Everything has gone wrong. He won’t make it to the Autobots anytime soon and he is trapped with the number one on the hit-list. And the way he begged- it was pathetic. A warrior wouldn’t act like that. But he never was a great fighter, heh? His glare directed to @the-real-overlord wasn’t so intense suddenly*

[cocowakate]

Isn’t he so adorable? (Btw I tried to draw a spear but it just looks like a sword…)

[cocowakate]

Starscream x F!Reader

“You do?” Chapter 11: Not so easy

English ain’t my first language

You’re cooked. You are internally panicking because what have you gotten yourself into?! You’ve got nothing to show him in your room and- WHAT IF YOUR ROOM IS A MESS?! You know how judgmental he can be, and you really don’t want to get that look from him. That grimace… it’s like when he barged in a room of the Headquarters and caught you eating in the dark and called you a rat. That was weird. Now you realize how much you get into embarrassing situations with him! Especially these last days ; rat episode (he got a thing for calling you wingless bug and wingless rat…AS IF IT HAD WINGS TO BEGIN WITH-), then getting caught looking at his lips, telling him you’re scared of heights and then that joke… ‘feel safe inside you’ OH it got you shivering. Never again. And, right, the shower incident. At least he didn’t really saw anything.

You reach your room’s door and that’s when you turn towards him, holding the doorknob. “Wait here, I just gotta check something.” Check that there’s nothing that would put you in embarrassment.

“Be quick.” He cross his arms, bringing back that bored-sassy attitude. You enter and quickly close the door to his face, ignoring his offended scoff.

You look around and pick up in a rush whatever mess there is and urging it in a closet. You imagine him hearing your quick steps and rummaging noises. You look around again, more quickly to make sure nothing’s left. Now here’s the next problem; what to show him? Huh? Oh you know what? Screw it. You open the door and let him inside. “Got nothing to show, big guy. I’ve lost it.”

He walk around, one hand on his hips before stopping with that so typical waist tilt of his. His red yellow optics take in the surroundings. “Hmm…” he walks over your desk, picking up a pen. It looks really small next to him. Everything looks small next to him. “So little…” he then glances at your closet…

You shake your head slowly, as if you were telling him to NOT open it. You look around for something to distract him but he’s already walking towards it. “Don’t open it! It’s private!!!”

“Really now? You’re hiding things from me, little human?” Then the closet open. Everything you stuffed in fell apart like a tower. The silence is loud. And now you can add this wonderful moment to the list of ‘second-hand embarrassment special Starscream’.

“…oops?” He say, not sorry at all.

“YOU- YOU!!!” You seize a pillow and throw it at his face. He freeze but you don’t care. “IDIOT!” That’s the first time you insult him. Oh, but considering what he called you, that’s far from insulting. However, not everyone see it that way...

“…excuse me?”

“Excuses refused.” You double down.

That’s it-

“HOW DARE YOU, YOU LITTLE MINI SQUISHY-“ he strides towards you, or rather stomps and you’re worried that your floor breaks under his heels. Starscream is mad. It’s the first time that he is mad that way, because you never disrespected him like that! Backing you against your bed, he points a sharp digit at you. But you scoff loudly, gasping in offense as you raise a hand to your chest feigning offense. He look at you confused by your…attitude?

“How dare you?” You swat his hand away, earning a soundless surprised breath from him. “Do you know who I am? I am the great [MC], lord of arrogance! I am so sexy and confident, look at me!” You point a finger at yourself, mimicking his waist tilt and you scoff loudly at him before taking the most disdainful look you know. Which means, his look. “I am so superior and perfect!” You also got your voice’s inspiration from those narcissistic princesses from cartoon. “No one talk to me like that. HMPH!”

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You cross your arms, waiting for his reaction. Your blood is pumping in your ears. Starscream is looking at you in disbelief, his expression once scornful is now just flabbergasted.

“Speechless? I know, I know. Not used to hear such a magnificent voice after listening to yourself talk your whole life- AH!”

Your back hit your mattress. He’s looming over you, still standing. His vents takes a deep inhale and you immediately cover your ears.

“I DO NOT SOUNDS LIKE THAAAT!”

Your ears are bleeding for real now. He might be worse than Thundercracker sometimes!

“YES YOU DO!”

“NO!” He slam his hand flat next to your head. In return you kick against his shoulder, just next to his yellow cockpit. He doesn’t flinch, instead, he grab your leg. You’re yanked up.

“PUT ME DOWN!” You’re upside down now.

“Apologize. Now.”

“FINE! Sorry…”

“That’s not sincere enough! Put your heart to it, dear.”

Your eyes widens. Out of all the things he called you so far, after so long, it’s the first time he pick one of those. Especially with that tone on the last note. You stutter, which makes him narrow his optics. “Sorry!”

You’re unceremoniously discarded on your bed. “Sorry…” you continue as he’s now turned sideways, arms crossed. “…that you’re such a looser!!!” You laugh and crawl out of the bed, quickly. Starscream snap and saying that he lunges at you is putting it lightly. You scream and jump down under your bed. Fear and amusement mixed together because you don’t really want to run away. In fact you don’t mind him catching you. It’s the closest cuddle you will get from Starscream, for now.

Starscream yanks you out, arms wrapped around your waist (it makes something tickle down there..) and you immediately cover it by laughing breathlessly. Starscream just snarl, still irritated.

“Stop mocking me!”

“But you’re so cute when you’re angry!!”

Cute?! But he’s the one supposed to think that about you. You are small, pathetically so. Even mass-shifted, he could crush you. Not that he can’t do the same to any Cybertronian. Nevertheless, he bristles at your stupidity.

“Never in 4 million years have I been belittled like this by someone as pitifully weak as you.” He hiss in your ear. You shudder in surprise and pray even to Primus that he didn’t notice it.

“There’s a first time at everything.” You answer in a flippant tone, just to piss him off some more. He tighten his grip on you for a second.

“Watch. Your. tone.”

“Make. Me.”

You look up at him with the courage that Mother adrenaline grants you. You know you’re done for by the time he throws you down on the bed and gets on top of you. Quick reminder that he’s still taller than a NBA player, that he’s made of metal, and that your cheap bed can neither welcome his whole frame nor handle the two of you. At least not for long…

You tries to wrestle him but you’re quick to give up when he pin your wrists at your sides. It’s like pushing against a statue, the simple immediate feeling of the useless effort make you lose all your strength and fate in the latter.

“What now?!”

But he’s oddly quiet. Until you notice his hesitation. He’s scrutinizing you, and you caught him looking at your lips. Yes!! Your face lighten up and you look at him expectantly. “Star?” You wisely pick the nickname. Somewhere you hope this won’t feel too much, that he’s not gonna freak out.

He groans quietly, getting frustrated about something. You can’t reach to him, your arms are trapped. Seriously, do you have to ask for a kiss?

“…I love you.” You felt like you needed to remind him that. “You don’t have to worry, if you don’t want to kiss-”

“What are you talking about?”

You snap open your eyes at him. No, you definitely did not mistaken his look. HE WAS LOOKING RIGHT AT YOUR LIPS, YOU’RE NOT THAT CLUELESS!

“Y-you were looking at my lips just now!! Then got all bothered!” You yell accusingly, now getting frustrated with his denialism.

Starscream lean closer, inches away from your face such in a a way that if he was to lean once more, your lips would brush. He start talking like a teacher or a parent clarifying something to a dense child, keeping his tone steady. “I was looking at your lips because I wondered what would fit better to keep them shut.” He grab your chin, letting go of one of your hand. “I wonder, should I use a tape or a gag?”

A gag?-

Starscream smirk contemptuously. “Does the frog want a kiss from the princess?”

That got you mad. And how does he know about that tale?! He doesn’t care about human culture- or maybe Thundercracker told him about it. You frown angrily before raising your hand to grab his chin in return. As you’re both holding each other’s chin, you both pull one toward the other. You kiss.

How to describe it? You don’t know how to kiss. Or at least don’t know how to kiss a Cybertronian. And he doesn’t know how to kiss a human. It’s awkward, off sync. Your grip on his chin is loose, but not his. You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel his glossa slipping in. You forgot they had one, which is crazy because you stopped counting the number of times Starscream click his glossa when irritated, or when he does the ‘tsk, tsk’ thing. Your grip inadvertently tightened, and he broke the kiss.

Starscream pulked back, still above you, optics wide. It’s as if he was spacing out.

“S-Star? Starscream?” You reach out to him…

SNAP

He slapped your hand away, like he would to a Cybertronian. Except that you’re very human. “Agh!!!”

You gasped and grabbed your wrist, your heart pounding violently. You look up at him, worried and, you hate to say it, scared. “Starscream!?”

He reeled back, surprised by what he did. No, he didn’t meant to hurt you. It was just-

“What’s wrong? Did I- I didn’t- I’m sorry I didn’t want- did I hurt you? It wasn’t what- I didn’t want to force you-”

“No, you didn’t force me to do anything.” He glanced at your hand, and clenched his fists. “I…” he trails off, not finding his words. His whole body was tense as if he was about to combust.

He wasn’t looking at you, and that was stressing you even more. You shakily get up, slowly. “It’s okay, you can tell me later if you want, it’s fine…” you take very small steps, as if you approached some bomb or fearful cat.

“No, it’s not.” He glared at you, “None of it.”

“Why? Why?! Is it me?!” You tried the best you could to stay calm, but you just couldn’t understand what was happening right now. You curse at yourself for raising ever so slightly your voice. “Did I- did it trigger something?” No answer. Suddenly he turns away, striding out of your room, wings scratching the doorframe. “Starscream!!” You run after him, but his strides were long.

“I need some space, [MC].” He called you by your name. Starscream never call you by your name.

You freeze in your living room after his words, watching get out of the house and mass shifting outside, back to his original size. He turns into his alt mode and fly away. That night you didn’t sleep at all. Didn’t called Thundercracker or any of your friends. It all went to hell in one night. Again.

You knew. You knew that if you ever were to be his partner, your relationship would be difficult. Nothing is easy when it’s with Starscream.

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Starscream x Reader

[YOU]: “Would you still love me if I was a bug? Like a moth?”

S.S: “Isn’t that already the case?”

[YOU]: “BITCH-”

S.S: “I’m joking! Sweetspark…you are nothing like a moth~”

[YOU]: 😍

S.S: *whisper in your ear* “You can’t fly, you wingless bug.”

[YOU]: (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

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SEEKERS LOVERS!!! If you were isekai and ended in Transformers (any continuity), who would you pick as your soulmate ???

STARSCREAM

THUNDERCRACKER

SKYWARP

Voting ended onMay 16

Edit: y’all are so down bad for Thundercracker

[speedstar53]

Justice for Skywarp

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Justice for our purple freak ✊

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So Blistering is an Autobot (alt mode is a race car, that’s why Blistering is his name) and basically knows Skywarp because he used to go on reconnaissance missions with Mirage to locate and report on Decepticon positions, and one day a mission went to hell. He found himself face-to-face with TC, who had crashed because a building had exploded. Skywarp wasn’t there yet, so he could very well have just killed Thundercracker, but he refused to do it. He refused because: back then, before joining the Autobots, he had a twin. They were in a neutral village, and she died at the hands of the Decepticons (who attacked without orders), which is what led him to join the Autobots. But when he watched the duo with Mirage, he saw himself and his sibling in them. So of course he harbored hatred because it was also them—or at least their side—who had killed his twin, but he didn’t want to put anyone else through the same thing. Or rather- he didn’t have the guts to pull the trigger. He also interacted with them after that a few times (TC told Skywarp but they were still in war. It’s not for the softs)

It’s the first time that I really practice on Ibis Paint. Meh, it’s good. Also uhh, when I say he know Skywarp I refer to any continuity. Anyone feel free to interact, personally I just want to join some rp (something I never did before) because it feels fun.

DONT ASK WHY HIS THUMB IS LIKE THAT.

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Problem with the links to the previous and next chapters fixed !

Well I HOPE so. Quick explanation;

So, you should know that to easily access the previous or next chapter, there are buttons at the end of each chapter. These words, which act like buttons, contain links that have been copied and pasted into them. And for some reason I’m not entirely sure of—though I do have my own little theory—these links can sometimes be broken. So if you click, for example, on the button for the next chapter (say, Chapter 7) and that link is broken, you’ll end up on a blank page. Naturally, you’ll look for it on the author’s account—which is mine, of course 🤭—and you won’t find the chapter as a post there either. When this happens—if it ever happens again—you just need to exit the app and go back in. But I’ve fixed the problem now, so everything should work properly. I went back to the beginning and updated all the links. My theory as to why these links suddenly became broken is that it might have been because I was editing the post after I’d already copied and pasted its link. I think editing a post after copying its link—rather than before copying it—is what causes the links to break, but I’m not sure. I’ll be double-checking everything frequently anyway, so let me know if you ever encounter a bug like this again.

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F!Reader x Starscream

“You do?” Chapter 10: Easy now…

First fanfic and English isn’t my first language

You were in your kitchen, hands flimsy as you tried make yourself something like a tea or whatever you wanted. You took a moment to analyze your situation; you faced Starscream, told him about everything you were holding back and confronted him about the fact that your feelings weren’t one-sided. He accepted it (you think). You still can’t believe how easy it was. It’s strikingly different from when he confronted you; he confronted you to make you run away and you on the other hand did everything to make him stop running away. You were convinced that nothing you would do could ever possibly get things right. Worse, you’d expect from someone such as Starscream to deny everything, to flare up at your raw honesty, at this ultimatum, because yes, if he had rejected you again you would have stopped for good. But he didn’t. Maybe your brutal self had an effect on him?

Now he was at your house on your couch. But you didn’t forget how he almost left, if it wasn’t for your please. Never have you EVER been talking like that to anyone, whether it was for a guy (if you ever had one) or to your friends. But Starscream is not some guy, he’s your long years friend! Friend- no you’re not friends anymore.

You glance at him from the kitchen, he’s not looking at you, but you see his stiff body language. You don’t know what you two are. What does it mean ‘try it’? Thundercracker told you about the fact that Starscream never had any conjunx. And Starscream is not an easy one to deal with. Maybe he’s not sure of himself? Maybe he is also scared of mess things up just as much as you are? And suddenly you’re not so sure of yourself anymore. You’re certain that you could accept him no matter how flawed and complicated he was. But what about him? Could he return the favor? You remember of all your flaws, of how imperfect you are. And then of how pissy he can be, of how impatient he can get. What if he leaves not because of himself but because of you.

“Are you done yet?” His voice makes you jump , and he’s looking at you as you do so. His helm was slightly raised from his hand where it was resting a few moments ago. His optics are narrowed and his lips parted slightly. He knows you’re nervous right now.

You quickly grab whatever drink you made or took from the kitchen and walk over to the couch. He hum, analyzing you, scrutinizing you like he did with hundreds of others before. To gain a reputation of backstabber he must be good at reading people to manipulate them. You know that. And you know after all those years he had all his time to analyze you. But you’re not some pawn or asset to him, you’re not expecting some grand treason from him. But you’re painfully aware of how much each of your moves gives you away to him. Regardless, you sit next to him (not too close) and start fake-savoring your sustenance.

“…do you want to do something? I could give you a little tour of the house ?”

“How…appealing.” He looks unimpressed, and obviously sarcastic. You notice how his stiffness disappeared when you walked back in. Did you put him at ease or would he only reveal it when he thought you weren’t looking?

“Yeah, exciting, right?” You mimic his tone, but with a touch of humor his tone lack.

He snort at that then slightly look up to the sky thoughtfully with a small hint of a smile. “Actually, what were your little processors struggling with back there?” He turns to you. “Tell me.”

“Ah, just processing everything that just happened until now. Heh, y’know?” You feel like you are doing a good job at hiding the big deal. “To say the first thing you called me when we met was ‘janitor’…and now we’re…” you wait for him to say something, maybe finishing your phrase with couple?

“That.” Alright, he called it ‘that’. “That is a lie.” He straightens up, and you realize he was referring to your words and not you two. You lean back when he lean forward. The length of his arm rests on the back of the couch, while his other hand rises to rest next to the armrest against which your back is currently leaning. The closeness is making your face burn (whether you’re light skinned or not you know he can track the heat of your body at any place).

You shake your head, though it’s hesitant. “What make you s-“

“Since when nostalgia would make you jump at the simplest noise?” He tilt his helm to the side, knowing he is right.

“I can be jumpy! You should know that after so long!”

“You are such an hypocrite. Talking about honesty then lying to my face, tch.” He practically spat those words even though he’s not raising his voice. His optics are just focusing on you. “I want the truth now. Or I’m leaving.”

Your eyes widened, and you stumble upon your words. You feel stupid because what should you say, huh? ‘I’m scared to mess it up’? While in a non-stressed state you would not think of that as stupid-sounding, right now it was rather exactly how it sounded. Stupid. Yet so easy to say! It should be!

He look at you, before scoffing and raising to his full height, wings barely brushing the (thankfully high) ceiling. He turn around. You snap.

“It’s so easy to make you leave.” That was much more easier to say. But indirect too. You were sitting straighter now, hands clenching your drink. Starscream isn’t moving. In fact he didn’t even started to step away.

You’re glaring up at him, resentful. Why? Maybe because he doesn’t love you that much? He’s not even trying.

“I see…so that’s it.” His tone is steady with satisfaction. He looks like he just got exactly what he was looking for. He sit back in the couch and you’re looking at him with an addition to your anger; confusion. Then you realize what he did; he provoked you. He coaxed you out of your shell forcefully. He was-

“You were bluffing?!”

“Why, yes.” He scoffs, as if you were the slowest person in the world. But his expression goes back to serious. “You don’t believe I’m that invested, do you?”

“It’s not that!! It’s…It’s-!” You stop and look down. Your heart is beating fast. He’s making it about him.

“Then use your words.”

But you’re the one who were so insistent on becoming more than friends. You’re the one who gave him the ultimatum and now you’re backtracking?

“[MC]-”

“What if you don’t like me?! What if you loose it?!” And you have every reason to believe that! He easily gets annoyed, he snap at the least inconvenience and he hates when things don’t go his way. And you, even though for most of those years you played the calm listener, you too can be snappy from time to time. But now we’re talking about being his partner, not just his confidant buddy. Not that he never saw your flaws after so long, but…what if it’s too much and that he snap at you?

Starscream is taken aback. His lips are once again parted and your voice feels too loud after the silence following. Then-

He laughs. He is laughing.

“Haha-! Oh girl, if only you knew how many glitches I had to deal with. Lived with. You could never possibly be worse than them, believe me...” he look into the distance, recalling memories before looking back at you with a smug face.

“…and how would you deal with me when I get overly emotional or upset?!”

“Like now?” He grin as his words leave you speechless for a few seconds before you insist.

“But it’s different! If it’s daily-” he flick your forehead and the metal of his digits actually sting. You scowl. But before you can retaliate he speaks again.

“Do you think you’re harder to deal with than Skywarp? Or TC? Or a whole planet? Is that a challenge?”

If there’s anything you can say him is that he has a way with words. Because now you feel awfully embarrassed, as if you had been dramatic when Starscream is a dramaqueen. How the table turned.

“Are you done now? Or are you going to keep whining about how flawed you are as if it wasn’t already obvious?” He sigh and lounge back in the couch. “By the way, while you’re at it, maybe you could make yourself useful and praise me. I mean, I’m so flawless for my part. Stating the contrast between us would make you appear much more miserable, since it’s what you crave to be treated like so badly.”

“HEY!” You’re up now, your melancholy and tourments definitely gone at that. “WATCH IT!”

He hum in satisfaction, looking at you up and down. You decide to turn the embarrassment to him.

“You’re a hell of a boyfriend.” You cross your arms and look at his reaction. His optics snap wide and he glare at you before clearing his vocals with contempt.

“And you, a crybaby. Fleshy with that.”

You feel the heat once again and you shiver at the fact that he didn’t deny it. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you’re tugged down on the couch in a sitting position, except that he’s not pinning you. You’re not at this point yet…to your sadness.

“If you’re done, maybe you could recharge now?”

“It’s called sleep. For us.” You correct him, but he just shrugs it off, not that invested in knowing what the likes of you call it.

Anyway, you sit in a much more comfortable position (cross-legged or whatever you prefer) and go back drinking. But you quickly stop as your mouth is the only noise in the room. Jeez, why is he so quiet like that? Before, even when he merely knew you, he would rant about himself and complain about anything! Now that you think about it, Thundercracker talk a lot too, except that it’s about his scenarios.

You glance at Starscream, who is looking at you with an unreadable expression: a mix between a scowl and a neutral face. Or a neutral face with disdain.

“What?” He rasp.

“Why are you staring?”

“Oh, can’t I admire my lovely beautiful squishy?” He ask with that overly honey tone.

You scoff, mimicking his sweet smile “I know, I know. I’m so beautiful, must be hard for you.” You raise your drink to your lips, enjoying the look of offense striking down his grin. Before you can even react, he shove your drink to your face and it soaks all over you.

“STARSCREAM!” You yell, raising up as the sweet stick to your clothes. You should have sputtered some on him in the momentum!

He’s chuckling gleefully. You give him a blank look before clicking your tongue and stomping away. “I’ll be back…” you walk upstairs, very aware of his optics stalking your moving form.

You didn’t outwardly said that you’d be in the shower (internally hoping that he’d enter when you know that if he really did you’d just scream). You already had new clothes prepared, so you enter the shower. You trie to recollect yourself but thinking back about how he just made you spill your drink, the look you must’ve had on when he did- you stifle a laugh.

Starscream was leaning back on the couch, but it felt like a chair. A small one at that. Everything here could make him claustrophobic, if it wasn’t for the high ceiling. Well, high for a human house. He sighed, sitting with one leg over the other as his pede tap on the ground in sync with the rhythm of his fingers. Here he is, spending the night with you. What a troublesome girl you are. And you bite back. Not so passive, listener. Thinking about it, the idea of you enduring him daily isn’t so unrealistic. After all, it’s been years that you see each other daily, years that you’ve been dealing with his snappy behavior. But it’s not what could be troublesome. Intimacy doesn’t go without vulnerability. While you can be rawly honest, he on the other hand won’t open up just with a few words. And why would he need to be vulnerable? Why would you need to see him snapping at his reflection? Or witnessing what the others exaggeratedly call ‘dysmorphia’.

If there was one thing about the future of your relationship that was good was his duration. He remember that day when the building you were in containing some strange chemicals (that none accepted to tell him more about) exploded. You survived and Ratchet had analyzed your organism. To be brief, by some magical miracle your lifespan was about as long as the one of a Cybertronian after that. You wouldn’t be gone after a few hundred years. If you did, he wouldn’t have bothered himself having feelings for something he’d loose so fast. Unfortunately for you, you will loose a lot of loved ones. It even convinced you to never have kids (if you ever desired to have kids in the first place). And you couldn’t have kids with him, he’s a Cybertronian. Their reproduction is asexual. That doesn’t mean they can’t…well, have fun.

Growing relentless and shaking off those thoughts, Starscream rise up and walk around while trying not to catch his pedes in your mess (if you’re messy). He walk up the stairs and look for you. Where are you? In your washracks? He hear what sounds like liquid, certainly water, running. Then it stops. Walking to the door he knock.

You were out of the shower now, wrapping a towel around you. Then you hear a strong knock on the door. Funfact about this door; it has a lock but this lock is fucking loose. If a window is open, the damn door WILL be open. So, if a Cybertronian was in the habit of knocking on a thick metal door—and therefore had to knock hard (especially when he was fidgety)—and happened to be knocking on that very loose door, it WILL open.

“AAAAAH!!! LOOK AWAY!!!!”

You cover yourself, but you already have the towel around you. He curses loudly in Cybertronian and slam the door shut quickly.

“WHY DON’T YOU LOCK YOUR DOORS?!”

“WHY CAN’T YOU STAY STILL FOR 5 MINUTES ?!”

If you were Cybertronian, you’d bet that your system would spam you of overheating warnings. Your heart is pounding and you quickly dry yourself while listening to his fans puffing. He mumble something sharply before walking downstairs. You panic, already imagining him flying away. You get dressed up quickly, even if there’s still some wet spots. You then open the door and follow hastily, not caring about the fact that you certainly look like a soaked rat covered in clothes. Aaand he was just sitting casually in your couch. He’s surprised that you were so quick to finish, but he cool his expression into indifference. Not wanting to stand here like an idiot, you sit next to him again. Great, now your clothes stick to you.

Maybe it’s tiredness or the awkwardness, but you feel something bubbling inside you. You feel a strange need to laugh, hands clenching and lips pursed, trembling. You hear him bristle, which means that he certainly noticed. You must look weird.

“What. Are you. Doing.”

That’s it, it’s too much- you burst into laughter, pointing your finger at him. He scowl, thinking you’re mocking him. Maybe you do.

“Y-the face- THE FACE YOU MADE!” You let your head fall, pressing against his arm, tears streaming down your cheeks. He stiffen for a few seconds. All the tension, the stress, the relief, all of that is leaving out of your body through laughter. You hear what is shy of a chuckle coming out of him. It sounds so adorable. After a few moments you manage to catch your breath and look at him. He catches himself smiling a bit too much and clears his vocalizers. You straighten up too and bump his shoulder to make him loosen up. Now you’re sitting closer, like a normal couple would. You think.

“…um, do you want to…” you wanted to ask him to cuddle with you in your room (although his metal form might be the least comfortable thing to snuggle with). But it sounds awfully bold and sudden. You still have time- BUT COME ON he’s your partner! Right?! And yet you two didn’t even kiss yet. But you know Cybertronians kiss! You remember seeing some Autobots and even ’cons doing it.

“Hm?” He looks down at you, his helm resting on the back of his hand. His optics, red and yellow, are warming you. You remember that it was one of the first things—if not the very first—that made you fall in love with him. “What? You want to show me something? Because I’m getting bored of this room.”

That was perfect. Because now it sounds more like him asking for it than you proposing first. It’s an opening. And you don’t know if he did that on purpose or not.

“If you want.” You shrug casually and get up. He follows you as you head upstairs. Let’s see how it goes…

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Notes: Yeah you, [MC], are superhuman. I hope the chapter wasn’t too short (it is very short I know…). And I don’t want to be exigeant or anything like that but uh…CANT ANYBODY JUST COMMENT AND SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH STARSCREAM?! OR JUST RANDOM THOUGHTS ABOUT LITERALLY ANYTHING IN THE FIC?! COME ON YOU ARE LITERALLY THE CHARACTER TO WHOM I SPENT MY TIME WRITING. (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`) (Dont feel forced if you’re too shy, higi 🤭)

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F!Reader x Starscream

“You do?” Chapter 9: How bold of you…

First fanfic & English ain’t my first language ☆

“Maybe I should text him?” You ask out loud to Thundercracker, vocalizing each of your thoughts to him, every ideas passing through your mind. “Y’know what? No.” It would just remind Starscream to block your number. And what would you text? A ‘Hi, can we talk?’. Still he will either ignore it or block you.

After some time, you let yourself slump deep into the couch, and start to recall about how it used to be between you (it’s been two days since he ghosted you) before Starscream screw it. Starscream, not you, because Thundercracker managed to snap you out of your guilt trap and remind you that Starscream made it weird. Still, you’re the one who made the joke first and talked of sentimentality-

“You opened yourself, girl, you didn’t do anything. Jeez…” he was sitting with Buster in his hands as you two were in his house. He was right though, you weren’t entirely responsible (not entirely). “…text him.”

“What?!” You sat up straight, eyes wide. What good would it do? “I can’t!! He will block me if he didn’t already have !”

“He won’t.” TC leaned closer, looking you dead in the eye “Let me tell ya what he’s gonna do; he will receive your message saying ‘Can we meet?’ and he will freak out and try to ignore it and THAT until he can’t anymore.”

“Sounds more like Skywarp than Starscream.” Because you know that Starscream ain’t got no shame to be called a coward. It’s a survival thing.

“You forget one thing about him; his pride.”

His pride… His pride- HIS PRIDE!!!!

“THUNDERCRACKER YOU’RE A GENIUS!!!”

Thundercracker’s tilt to the side as his mouth form a big proud smile “Really?”

You stand up, blood suddenly hot and you wonder if that’s what they call overheating. You pull out your special phone (it’s modified; adapted for Cybertronian tech) and look for Starscream.

Pride.

You’re typing.

Pride. Arrogance.

You sent.

Fear.

You regret it. What have you done. “Wait.” You tries to erase it. You can’t. “How do you erase a message?!” You’re panicking, sweating. Because right now you might have made the biggest mistake of your career as a human down bad for the worst mech around.

“Huh? We can’t erase messages.” You look at him with shock, what the heck does he mean?! That’s poor design!!

He let Buster get off his hands as he gets up to walk over and crouch next to you. “Why? What did you type?” You hand your phone about the size of an ant when between his fingers. He reads.

Can we meet? I think we should talk. Unless the oh GREAT Starscream is too much of a coward to face me?

“What have I done.”

“The worst thing if you wanted peace. The best thing if you wanted his attention.” He lower your phone to your shaky hands. “Hey don’t freak out now, or the shame will be on you.” Oh that asshole- ‘DoN’t FrEaK oUt NoW’ NOT LIKE YOU CAN RUN AWAY FROM STARSCREAM. We’re talking about Starscream, let’s remember that. The mech who has an ego that would make any narcissists run away, the one who orchestrated assassinations, the one who nearly stomp on humans when not looking because RIGHT he’s a GIANT ROBOT. And lastly, Starscream grabbed you by your collar and told you straight to your face to stop loving him-

Wait. How dares he? How dare you, Starscream. HOW DARE YOU TELLING ME THAT WHEN YOU FEEL THIS WAY TOO?! You broke our friendship of YEARS without flinching- is that why people hate you so much?

No. You’ve been listening to his problems, his struggles, his preoccupations. He opened to you in a way you’re certain he never did with anyone else. And you love it. You love him. You love his irritation, his prickliness, his mannerisms of an offended queen. You love that mocking tone he’d take when you would make a fool of yourself, and that arrogance. He’s snarky, sassy, but so vulnerable. You love him. And if he wants to make you run away, you’re going to show him that while you can be his passive listener, you can be bold like hell. So that’s it, you will try. And if he really doesn’t want you, only then you’ll let go-

“That look on your face, you look so determined.”

“I am-”

RING

You look at your phone. It’s a call. From Starscream! He’s CALLING. You expected a text, not a CALL.

You panic, body jolting as you’re trapped between wanting to bolt, already imagining him flying here. You look at Thundercracker still kneeling, distressed. He looks unfazed. He nod to you, making sign to answer it. So you do so, but before you can say anything, he talks first.

“Where are you.” His voice is sharp, intimidating.

“Why?” And yours is steady, or at least you try to keep it steady by reuniting yourself with all the bravado from earlier. You’re though for heck’s sake!

“You wanted to meet, right?”

“Then let’s meet at 9 am, at-“

“Not what I asked. Where are you. Or is the oh fearless squishy too afraid to see me right now?” He’s turning your words against you.

You glance at Thundercracker then sigh. “I’ll be at my house in 20 minutes.” And you hang up. 20 minutes, but it’ll certainly be 15 minutes if you run fast enough. No you’re not running. You look back at TC who just nod. “See ya.”

You were fidgety to say the least. It was hard to keep your calm. But you’ll have to be, because you don’t want loose it with the one mech who got anger issues. You wanted to have a conversation, not an argument. You would glance up at the sky, expecting to see him at any moment. Until you did see him, his jet form. Last time he was flying away, and the parallel twist your stomach.

You take a step back when he land graciously as always, transforming. You don’t know how to stand as he walks towards you. His face is neutral- no, cold.

“Star-” aaand you don’t know what to say. Where to start. He is now in front of you, with his arms crossed, looking down at you. Come on! He’s there, it’s your chance. “Ok, I’m gonna be honest because I’m not taking it. I am not takin’ your little act of whatever tsundere you pulled back there.”

“Tsun- what?”

“Shut up. YOU listen this time!” You snap, pointing your finger at him, and you catch him off guard because he leaned back even though he could just give you a flick and that’d be enough to knock you out.

“You listenin’? Good. Because I got a bunch of things to say.” And you let it all out. And it feels strangely easy because even though you stuttered a few times you managed to get your feelings out.

“And I don’t know why I do! I don’t want to mess it up, our friendship- but I know that it’s not one sided, Starscream.” And you finish on that. His face is the epitome of uncomfortable. He tries to say something, opening his mouth to say something deflecting then scowling because he doesn’t know how to deflect after all you said. His hands clenches and then he snap. You see him leaning towards you and for one second you thought he’d crush you but instead he grabs you and lift you to eye level.

“Not one sided?” He snarls “And how pray tell would you know that? Hm? How bold of you to assume that you know me better than anyone. Even these two couldn’t possibly-“

“STOP IT! Don’t insult MY intelligence.” You frown for a few seconds, watching him pause, then you soften your expression. “I told you I wasn’t taking it.” Your voice was softer too.

“…” he was glaring at you, optics wides, mouth agape and speechless. Then with a scowl he scoffed and looked aside. “It’s ridiculous. You’re ridiculous.”

Your palms are resting on his metallic grasp. You look down. “But…I love you…” and you don’t dare looking up. You said what you had to say.

Starscream shakes his helm. What was he supposed to do? He comes to ask himself, is love the act of desiring what should repulse you? Should because he doesn’t feel repulsed anymore. He feels stupid. Vulnerable. But also tired. With a sharp intake he recompose himself and stare at you dead in the eye.

“And why, may I ask? And cease with your ‘don’t know why’ nonsense. I want to know exactly how you came to be stupid enough to love me.”

He could tell you didn’t expected that question. Of course he could tell. After years (even though he didn’t need that long), he knows you like the back of his hand.

The raw of honesty was getting uncomfortable but you had to play it like that. “…it happened overnight, the realization I mean. You can be such a bitch-“

“WHAT?!”

“And the way you hold yourself, the way you look so proud and confident. Your smugness- your optics- your manners- you are so…you! I don’t know why, you’re just…it hit me the first time I saw you and after so long…” you gestures vaguely with your hands towards him.

“…so you’re into walking red flags.”

Even he knows how screwed up this is.

“And you’re into small things.” You can’t help but smile at his outraged expression.

A few moments pass.

“…so?” You ask him. Is he going to reject you again?

“So what?” He asks back with disdain. That damn-

“Are you going to accept it or not?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!” He starts moving his hand back and forth, his way of shaking you at that scale. But it looks more shaking a milkshake “YOU ARE SO IMPATIENT!”

“WHY IS EVERYONE SAYING THAT?!” And then you see it, his mouth forming what’s shy of a grin, before scolding it back into normal.

“Hmph.” He looks away then sigh painfully. “It’s ridiculous…” then his helm snaps back towards you and he lean closer “I can try…BUT be warned. Don’t expect me to be some…” he looked disgusted at the thoughts forming in his mind “cute kissy-huggy partner. I am Starscream. Remember that, mini-girl.”

You frown, surprised. It’s impossible. Did he actually- “You’re proposing to be my partner?!” And the shock in your voice is loud. Starscream was actually… “Why?! It’s- it shouldn’t be that easy!!”

“What shouldn’t be easy? Oh right you expected me to just deny it once again and throw you into some garbage can before taking my leave? Oh I could do that. I’m even tempted right now…”

“I’m serious!! Why is everything being so smooth?!” He must be hiding something…but what? Why is he going easy on you? Was he manipulating you?

“What, you think I’m pretending to be easy and honest only to break your heart so you hate me and stop loving me? Hah!” While he was talking about it as if it was an absurd idea, that scenario in his case was oddly realistic. And he knew by your look that it didn’t sounded absurd at all. “Tch- I can be a glitch, but even I am not that twisted.”

“Ok I believe you! Maybe we could go in my house? I mean uh…” yeah he was still holding you several meters away from the ground and you weren’t sure if you could keep up like that. Starscream is looking at you weirdly before putting you on the ground. He step back.

“I think we both need some…recharge.” He turned away.

“Please!” it sounded so pathetic that you refused to admit that you were the one who made that sound. You wince. Starscream stop and look at you before reluctantly, painfully turning around.

“Oh dear, you sounded so miserable. Fiiine! Ugh… I’ll humor you.” He rolls his optics before putting one of his hand on his hip, waiting. “Well? Turn around.”

You realize that you were just staring at him like a frog. You turn around confused and hear the sound of mass-shifting. Then you hear him walking towards you and only then you look back at him. He is standing next to you, still taller than a NBA player. But now he’s kissable at that scale, right? He’s so pretty up close and-

“Are you going to freeze up every now and then?”

DAMN IT SNAP OUT OF YOUR TRANS. First few minutes of that ‘couple thing’ and you’re already acting distraught. You fumble and look for your keys. You put them in the lock and turn. But of course due to your lack of cool you turn it wrong. You look at him and smile awkwardly before turning away, cursing under your breath and finally opening the door for him.

“Mechs first.”

He side eye you before lowering himself to pass past the doorframe. You close the door behind you two and stand stiffly. You feel self aware of your home (home that you could afford thanks to Spike).

“Make yourself comfortable.”

Starscream scoff with disdain at you before humming as he walks towards your couch “I guess if I was able to survive TC I can survive that.” He sits on it and you feel the pain of your couch.

“Excuse you, my place is fine! Apologies if it’s not to your liking, oh lord Starscream.” You cross your arms, looking satisfied. But now he’s looking at you with what might very well be a murderous glare.

“Apologies refused.” He cross his legs and arms. “I have a question though…are you planning on standing there all night?”

He’s right. You look like you’re trying to be as small as possible. You straighten up and walk towards your couch to sit next to him. “…do you want to do something?”

“You don’t even have a recharge slab.”

“I don’t often have mechs coming in my house!”

“You proposed me. That’s on you.”

You look up at him, deadpan. Then you pull out your phone “We can ask Thundercracker if he got one in spare-“

Starscream snatches your phone from you, his free hand shoving back your face. “Nope. I don’t need it anymore.”

It was going to be one thorough night…

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Important question about your opinion on our female reader x Starscream

So I know there are in some fics problems with oc and reader insert. Fics in which when it’s written reader x character it’s more like oc x character.

In this fic it’s a female reader (afab or not it doesn’t matter because reader considers herself as female) and I want to know if you feel good with this reader writing or not. I avoid describing the skin color, even though it’s mentioned she blush/feel warmer on her cheeks but we can just say that Cybertronians would be able to see the heat of your body (blush) whether your skin is dark or not. They’re robots after all. But that said, I want to know if it’s ok. And don’t hesitate commenting or sending me questions about Starscream or anyone or something that might’ve caught your attention in one of the chapter (there’s a hint hidden somewhere about the next fic with the next seeker).

[cocowakate]

F!Reader x Starscream

“You do?” Chapter 8: Patience is key, they say…

Sorry for the late update. My plane crashed & I had to survive cannibals passengers on an island for the past two months. But hey, life. ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

When you woke up, Skywarp was gone and you were left with Thundercracker and Buster. Finally ! It was still morning, but you didn’t have the heart to eat breakfast, even though you doubt Thundercracker’s home has anything except energon and dog food. You want to know what is Thundercracker on about the whole ‘love you back’ thing with Starscream. Friendly reminder that he dumped you before you even confessed to him, YOU WEREN’T EVEN ABOUT TO DO SO! Oh he didn’t just dumped you ; he broke your friendship. All of that yesterday. Yeah. Yesterday, in a few seconds- not even one minute. You’re indeed very curious, and how could he possibly know how Starscream feels if there’s that field stuff that’s supposed to hide his emotions. Oh, right; Trinemate bond.

“The trinemate bond is something highly important, almost sacred. It’s like choosing your clan for LIFE. It’s like connecting your very being to someone else. A soulmate- though it’s not necessarily romantical.” Thundercracker explained, sitting on his ‘couch’ (a bunch of metal junk stack together to form a Cybertronian sized couch) as yourself was sitting on his servo.

“And what happened? How did you know?”

“Well when he was next to you I was able to feel his emotions, his feelings. Not even his field could mask it. But…” he trailed off. Something was wrong. You wait for him to continue, just listening despite the new rush of stress at his last word. TC’s optics stared at an invisible dot, concentrated. “I’m pretty sure that he loves you back. The thing is…it’s almost as if he was scared. It’s not new. He’s not one to lower his defenses. His reaction to your feelings was, on all honestly, predictable.” He looks back at you.

It’s far more better to be pushed away by someone who’s afraid of letting go of their past than to be pushed away by someone who’s repulsed by you. Somehow, that explanation relieved you a lot.

“And what do we do now? How can I fix it?” Fix it, as if you broke something and it’s entirely your fault…

Thundercracker pondered for a moment, arms crossed and one servo stroking his chin. He then turn to you, “I’m going to be honest with you; I don’t know. Sure you can go ahead and try to confront him about his feelings, repeating what I told you about it. But it’s only going to get worse.”

Great. “So you just told me yesterday that I was wrong and made me feel like everything would be okay, just to tell me now that no he doesn’t hate me- no he even LOVE me but that I can’t do anything about it?!”

T.C. raises his servos in a calming way (gesture doesn’t work but maybe his words will?) “Now, now. I said I don’t know how you could ‘fix’ it”, air quotes “but I never said that you can’t do something about it.”

Somehow you’re calmer about it with those words.

“By the way, if you are so patientless-”

“That’s not a word.”

“-I don’t think you’re gonna survive him.”

You sigh deeply, your hands clenching against your thighs. You could be patient with Starscream. But why not with him? Well obviously it’s not him but rather your nerves who have been put on a roller coaster by Starscream himself. Your emotional state doesn’t seem to possess its yesteryear stability anymore. “Sorry…” and you hate apologizing. Not because you’re respectless but because you used to apologize to people and a bunch of them just would flip your excuses off.

“Don’t apologize, I’ve got far worse than you to deal with.” His stare seems to lock on an abyssal nostalgia in which Starscream and Skywarp are the main actors. Hehe, actors, because TC writes screenplays-

“You’re his trinemate…if even you can’t tell what to do, how could I?” That’s right. How could you? Oh, and since you unfortunately dailily (not a word either) cross paths with Starscream, it will definitely be awkward.

Thundercracker lean back, seemingly determined. “I can’t tell at the instant. But we won’t give up on him now, will we?”

You nod. How could you? You just need patience.

“YOU IDIOT!” Starscream threw his cub of Energon, more precisely enjex (alcohol) against the wall, staining his reflection on his mirror. “Stupid naive little girl messing with my processor!” He jumps to his pedes, and as usual, start pacing around relentlessly. “I don’t love you. I merely, merely like- TOLERATE you. Merely. I tolerated you. I don’t desire you.”

“Woah, back to the ol’ schizo-maniac thing?”

This time it’s a heavy bottle of enjex that is thrown on the far wall where Skywarp was standing smugly. He dodged it smoothly by warping.

“Sheesh,” he lounged now on Starscream’s once elegant couch (the latter was disgraced by Skywarp’s aft). “Were you talking to a ghost? I thought you had stopped since Bubble glitch came back from the death.”

“Bumblebee. And it’s none of your business.” Starscream walked to his mirror, looking at his face. Or rather nothing really. Skywarp teleported next to him, pulling out a piece of glass still embedded in the wall.

“Admiring your scowl?”

“Contemplating my miserable existence.”

“Edge lord.”

“Get out of my-”

“Weren’t you complaining about us not being there enough for you? Here I am before you.”

Starscream froze. He did told you how he felt about his trinemates. Mostly. Thundercracker even talked with Starscream. Was that you behind all of it that whole time? Have you also told Skywarp?!

“Oh that stupid-!”

“Now don’t pass your nerves on TC too! The wall is still a good target.”

Thundercracker? So it was him who told Skywarp. Of course. Starscream clenched his fists “I don’t need your company. I’m not that desperate. Plus I’m perfectly capable of dealing with my problems alone.”

Skywarp gave a sly smile and let out a snicker. He crossed his arms and took in the scene of Starscream and his room. “Your mental health seems perfectly stable. As usual. But as your trinemate…”

In one instant, Starscream’s snarl slammed into Skywarp’s face, causing him to lean back as the other walked, backing him to a corner while talking “So now you’re my trinemate? My friend? My clan?”

The purple mech quickly warped away. Not too far, but enough to ease up the sudden claustrophobic feeling Starscream gave him. “I had things to deal with too. Y’know? Contemplating my existence. My purpose.”

“Oh that must’ve been hard, without Megatron ordering you around like his dog.” Star mock-pity him.

Skywarp feels a sudden urge to teleport his fist inside the glitch’s chest and wave. But he remembers Thundercracker’s words. No rashness. Just control. Patience. “Yeah. Well at least I’m not crying over some femme.”

“It’s not a femme!”

“…a mech? Bubble-”

“NO! Shut up!” Starscream yelled, before taking a few seconds to cool off, inhaling then breathing out. Skywarp throw at him a enjex cane while already opening his own on the couch. Starscream catches it and grumble before reluctantly joining him.

“There are bottles.”

“And canes.”

They don’t say anything else. Just silence. Starscream was mad. At you. At himself, even though he didn’t yet admitted it. He was running out of space to think. It felt suffocating. Because of you. And his stupid spark.

You both really make the pair.

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Starscream x F!Reader

“You do?” Chapter 7: Messy

First fanfic & English ain’t my first language ☆

"And he left..." you let your head lump into the seat, inside Thundercracker's jet form. You told him every single detail of your (atrocious) interaction with Starscream. Each twist of feelings. Each fucking little cracks fucking up your stupid heart. You held back tears still. Crying before (inside) Thundercracker would either get you :

1) An awkward silence

2) An awkward silence followed by the stutters of a big blue bot who doesn't know how to comfort a girl who was stupid enough to let her emotions control her intelligence

3) OR a big blue bot that'll manage to convince you temporarily that what happened wasn't so bad. Right? You just screwed up YEARS of friendship with the only one guy (and bot) you ever had the courage to make a move on.

You shouldn’t have said anything. ‘Hope I won’t regret anything’ YOU BET. You’re angry, upset and every other fucking synonyms that would be used to describe someone who wants to scream their lungs out.

“…hm.” Thundercracker didn’t say much more. Just listened quietly. You wondered if he was thinking about a solution or if he was trying to find a way to word that your love story was definitely impossible and that you should give up. You lean on the second option and spare him the struggle.

“I get it. It’s impossible. He’s xenophobic, he isn’t into humans. He don’t want anyone and I should give up because I’m acting fucking pathetic.”

“No.” He said simply. Casually.

“What?” You raise your eyebrows in surprise, lost. What does he mean ‘no’? You know he’s close to Starscream but the message was clear; ‘Fuck off.’

“He rejected me!!! HE-”

“He loves you too.” It was an affirmation, implacable. “I know it thanks to our Trinemate’s bond. I felt it when he was next to you. It’s true.”

“What do you mean you felt it? I don’t understand…” it was too much in one night. Confusion and frustration were punching you. Plus, you are convinced that you heard about some kind of EM field, a stuff that Starscream usually had control over to hide his emotions. You don’t know for sure.

“I’ll tell you everything. But tomorrow. Skywarp is with Buster at home. What about you? You want me to bring you at your home?”

You didn’t want to. The image of you lying all alone in your room with Starscream in your mind wasn’t appealing. Even though you know that regardless of where you are, he’s still going to be there. But you didn’t want to be alone. It was too crushing.

“..No. Can I sleep over?”

“F’course you can.”

After some minutes, in which you did your best to ignore the heavy knots in both your throat and stomach, you and Thundercracker were back at his home. You get out, movements tired, body heavier now that you’re standing. As you call it; Starscream is your gravity. And that bitch stuffed some heavy knots inside your body. You look over your shoulder as TC transform, waiting for him because you don’t want to get inside and deal with Skywarp alone. Even if it’s for a few seconds.

Thundercracker and you get inside, welcomed by Skywarp’s yelling at Buster in some strange language. But the dog, who was about to jump at his face like a damn cat to a bird, immediately rush to her dad. Skywarp turn to you both and raise one of his optic’s bridge.

“So what’s up with Screamer? Why did you have to pick up totipixi-whiny instead of him?”

Toti what. Okay. He got a problem with nicknames, what the heck.

“Don’t know. Had some stuff to do,” Thundercracker shrugged off, lying naturally as possible. You glanced back at Skywarp, the latter scoffing

“Oww, he had better things to do than spending time with his favorite meaty-“

“Fuck you.”

.

.

.

“What?”

Your heart was beating impossibly fast. In your life, it happened quite a few times when you’d suddenly talk aloud the things you wanted to say. And right after that rush of bravado? You’d headbutt panic. Internal panic. Because you’re not one who confronts people daily. You don’t seek conflict nor attention. But when you do, when your feelings rise up in your chest and get you to speak out- you’re left like that, in the center of the circle of attention. Like an emotional and hysterical girl. Except this time, you’re not being looked as some weirdo but as someone incredibly crazy to say ‘Fuck you’ to an actual wardog alien robot who is THE crazy one here. Yeah. Now the question is…do you double down or-

“ALRIGHT. Skywarp, chill. She’s in an emotional state, it’s human stuff!” Thundercracker’s larger form step between you and Skywarp. His servos hovers over his trinemate’s shoulders.

“Oh yeah?!” The giant bot tried to walk pass but he was held back by large servos “How about I give her a good reason to cry?!”

“Try me…BITCHWARP!” Doubling down sounds alright. But, uh oh, you feel your face heating up. That too, happened quite a few times. Crying when you’re angry. You’re heartbroken, acting crazy jumping on thin glasses with a purple guy, and you are really fucking up everything tonight. You hated Starscream for having such an effect on your way of thinking, acting, reacting. Your best friend (veterinarian) told you one day that no man deserves you to cry over them. But that wasn’t a man (literally), it was your friend. It took years! Fuck.

“ENOUGH.”

You flinched backwards. You never ever heard Thundercracker mad before. You heard Buster whine somewhere. Skywarp just snapped out of his murderous intent and looked at TC with a brief jolted expression before it cooled down into an annoyed one. He wasn’t as shaken as you, that means it’s definitely not the first time.

Thundercracker sighed and let go of Skywarp. He look at you hover his shoulders.

“You both are in my home. In my house. So, you both listen to me.” He point a digit at you “No more insulting,” he rotate to Skywarp “No more provocations.”

After the heated exchange, things settled down. Finally you didn’t 100% jinxed everything since you were now sleeping in the couch while the two big guys were doing bot stuff. The presence of Buster at your feet was comforting, it prevented you from falling completely apart thinking about that red king of broken hearts. But you remember the blue mech’s words. You really want to know what he meant, but that’ll have to wait for tomorrow.

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Starscream x F!Reader

“You do?” Chapter 6: Ouch..?

First fanfic & English ain’t my first language _(:3」z)_

Your surrounding thrum. Starscream. He was giving you a ride, or rather flight, home. But you didn’t want to go home. That’s too soon for you. An occasion like that might never show up again.

“Starscream?” Your heart beat fast. You hope you won’t regret it.

“Yes?”

“…um…” you slide your hand under your sleeve, squeezing your wrist anxiously “I don’t want to go home.”

Silence once again. Then he hum, his tone unreadable.

“Where would you want to go?”

Your eyes widened. You had expected him to pull on you an irritated or sarcastic tone, anything but offering you a choice of your destination.

“Y-you’re joking?”

“Oh please, I am just being attentionate. Thundercracker told me I should work on it. Plus you look pitiful with those glossy eyes looking outside with such anxiety. It’s as if I was leading you to the pit.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. He was being serious. “I don’t know where I want to go…”

That gets you a long exasperated sigh, before he suddenly turns left “You’re lucky to have me. I know some good places. Surprising, for a planet like yours...” yeah he was still a glitch. That sardonic tone was still present. Always present, and yet you fall in love again every time you hear his voice. It’s killing you.

For the rest of the flight, you fought against your fear of heights and looked out of his window to admire the landscape through the night. The lights of hundreds of cities were beautiful. “It’s as if I was in a plane…”

“Excuse me?” His tone was insulted, how dare you comparing the view he’s gifting you, blessing you with, to a STUPID PLANE?

“W-wait…you’re upset?”

“How dare you, little squishy, to compare me, the GREAT Starscream, and my beautiful form, to one of your vulgar, puny, ineffective, crashy-scrap?!?!”

“I-NO! You’re beautiful!! You’re so much better than planes- you’re a jet— THE jet!”

“With a better technology!! I am CYBERTRONIAN. And I don’t crash like a fool!”

“Yeah- yes!! Absolutely!”

“I just want to eject you-”

“NO.”

“But I won’t.” he snickered briefly before it turns into a sharp, still resentful, sigh.

After that, 10 minutes passed before he landed on a plateau. You get out of him and carefully step on the ground. He transform and you look at him over your shoulder. He was back in his non mass-shifted form.

“Why don’t you want to go home? Too lonely?” He asked with a mock-pity grin.

“…well, uhh…I wanted to…be with someone. For tonight.” You risk a glance at his optics. He was…surprised.

“But I’d understand if you don’t want to!!”

“Why me?” His question was firm, brutal.

You freeze, not knowing how to respond. Why him? Because you love him! After years of that ‘friendship’ of yours, you folded for him. But you can’t just spit it out. “Because we’re friends?”

“Don’t lie to me.” He walks towards you, mass-shifting before your eyes this time. You understand that something is wrong. He didn’t want to have you watching while he did that, but right now he seemed to not care. And that worried you. You frown as he stops before you, looming.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t insult my intelligence, I am not blind. I am an expert when it comes to hiding things, but you’re not.”

That’s when you started to panic. Did he know? He guessed? When? Back to the lip plates incident? Or your risky comment from earlier? Or all? You stumbled over your words but didn’t came up with anything, and it felt like you were giving him away more proofs of whatever he guessed.

And during it all, he look down at you with a cold expression. Not mad. Not disdainful. But tight.

“You do, don’t you? Love me. Xenophile tendencies ? Or simply my natural charm? Or you just got lost in my warmth.” He lift you by your collar to eye-level “Don’t. Put those feelings away. Because this is ridiculous.”

You feel tears forming. You are striked down. You regret everything. You shouldn’t have done that. Never. You don’t want to cry before him but you’re getting warmer.

“…” his expression turns slowly hollow. Then he break eye contact and lowers you to the ground. He then turns away and sends something on the comm link on his wrist. “TC will bring you home.” His wings snap open and he transforms, flying away.

“…”

You fucked up everything.

You stood there like that for Primus know how long. Then you saw a blue jet, Thundercracker, landing and transforming. His optics ridges gave away his worried expression. “[MC]? You alright?”

No you’re not. You just got dumped.

Hihi.

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SEEKERS LOVERS!!! If you were isekai and ended in Transformers (any continuity), who would you pick as your soulmate ???

STARSCREAM

THUNDERCRACKER

SKYWARP

Voting ended onMay 16

Edit: y’all are so down bad for Thundercracker

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Starscream x F!Reader

“You do?” Chapter 5: Sleepover (last part)

First fanfic & English ain’t my first language ^_−☆

I lie to everyone. And obviously, nobody trust me. And they shouldn’t. Whoever, whatever they say about me-

It’s true. And everyone hates me. Except my trinemates, except Thundercracker and that imbecile purple-sparkling of Skywarp.

So here I am. Spending the night with…people by my side. And even though I survived without needing such a thing. And yet, the presence of someone else next you. Their warmth. It is appeasing.

But there’s only one problem. And that problem is the entire reason why I lived millions of years without that warmth.

How could I love someone like her? Her species is organic. I cannot stand being touched by anyone. Regardless of what they are. Of who they are. The only exceptions are my trinemates. But even them…even they must be wary. I do not mind touching others. But that’s only because I see in their face the intimidation that’s crushing them. My touch remind them of what I can do. It is a tease of my power.

So tell me. Tell me why when I touch you, you surrender to the feeling?

Tell me why when I touch you, I desire what repulse me?

“I’m bored.” You sigh. The light emanating from Starscream’s optics brightens slightly, as if you catched his attention. Their attention, because Thundercracker is looking at you too.

“I-I mean, we’re not seriously going to spend the entire night sitting there watching..boring…movies…?” You trailed off because what else would you do with two giants (not so giants because they mass-shifted) bots.

“Uuuh, yes, that’s the plan because that’s how a sleepover w-“ Thundercracker is interrupted by Starscream who raises a finger close to his lip plates, shushing him.

“Now, now. She certainly knows more about sleepovers than you. She’s human, it’s their thing.” He uncross his legs before turning towards you with interest. “Care to elaborate?”

You smile awkwardly, because you actually didn’t have anything to propose.

“I-…well—”

WARP

“HAH!” Skywarp warp before all of you out of thin air, with a wide grin and wide open arms. He looks down at the four of you because he didn’t mass-shift. Starscream and Thundercracker exchange a look.

“Well, well…if you were bored….” He mumbles to you, or maybe to himself.

“Hello everyone! Your lord of mischief is BACK- oh wait.”

And then you see it, metal sliding against metal as he goes smaller and smaller until he reaches the size of Starscream (which means you can headbutt his crotch…if needed).

“SO. Why wasn’t I invited to the ‘party’?” He asks, grinning wildly, showing off his dentas with his servos on his hips. That smile is cut short as Buster starts barking at him. He looks at her with a scowl of disdain. “Still alive? Thought you’d die of that sickness thing…”

“She is healthy. She was healed,” inform Thundercracker, lifting up Buster preciously.

“By who? Oh right, your veterinarian friend.” He then turns his helm towards you, “isn’t she your b.f.f? Is that how you says it? Oh wait- babygurl. That’s what you call her, right?” He asks you.

His question catches you off guard. How does he know about that nickname? He certainly spied on you when you were calling her. Of course. But the way he said babygurl was funny as fuck. If you didn’t know better, you really wouldn’t expect that word to come out of him. An alien robot.

Before you can say anything, Starscream walk past you, striding to Skywarp with that look.

“WHERE. WERE. YOU.” He snarl, shoving his digit in Skywarp’s face. The latter raises his servos

“Geez! I was with the G.i.Joe. They always need me. You know?”

“Why didn’t you answer my-”

“Screamer.” Thundercracker put himself between them, and just like that you could capture the dynamic of the trio; Skywarp the troublemaker-aft-dumb-glitch (your words), Starscream the leader who yell and gets pissed off as if his whole world was being tormented by the simple presence of Warp, and Thundercracker the mediator (if you don’t mention the fact that he can be as much as an idiot than the two others).

Saturday 23:09

“Oh. So y’all just been there sitting and watching boring movies?”

“Okay, first off, they are NOT boring. Second, [MC] was just about to tell us about what else you do at a sleepover.”

“OK !!! THERE’S NOTHING ELSE WE CAN REALLY DO WITH 3 BIG BOTS! Unless you want to- I don’t know…ugh! I just don’t want to sit here watching a screen.”

There’s a pause before Skywarp suddenly smiles.

“I got an idea…”

Everyone turn to him.

“Just great….”

You. Hate. Skywarp. You’re clenching fists, trembling in your seat as the four- or rather five (Buster is with TC) of you are flying through the air. You’re not just inside Starscream. No. You’re inside a Starscream who’s RACING with them.

“S-SLOW DOWN!!!”

“What do you mean, slow down? Don’t order me around! You should be happy I let you in.”

“NO!” You yell, panicking. You then start murmuring repeatedly ‘please, please, please, please’ as the landscape through the window blurs.

“Please what?! What’s wrong exactly?” You could hear the irritation in his voice.

“I’M SCARED OF HEIGHTS!”

A long pause. Then-

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!”

you can hear through the comm-links the crack up of the other two. Booming laughter for TC’s case. Skywarp was cackling like a hyena.

“SHUT UP! FUCKERS!” You growl-yelled with rage, leaning towards the comm-link. Then you paused as you heard Starscream’s chuckle. Faint, distinctly mocking. Yet…genuinely amused. You blushed as it surrounded you.

“Just get over it…” you whined as they speeded up.

Lying on the grass of the hill, legs trembling, you look at the sky which was enough to give you ptsd. You hear footsteps stopping beside your head.

“Don’t step on me now…” you say through sharp breaths.

Starscream looks down at you, a smirk on his face. Sharp, arrogant and mischievous. The smirk of a bitch. And a proud one with that.

“Enjoyed the flight?” He asked, knowing very well how scared you were. He tilted his helm on the side, mock-pitying you. “Hope I didn’t make that little heart of yours pop.”

During the flight, he made you felt like a hamster about to get a heart-attack. You pause a moment…a smile creeping up your face.

One life. One life…

“Don’t worry, I completely feel safe inside you.”

.

.

.

Oh fuck-

Starscream’s fans suddenly heat up and you quickly sits back up, trying to suppress your panic. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?! THE INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS WERE GETTING TOO LOUD!!! His optics are wide and-

“HAHAHA! LOOK AT SCREAMY’S FACE!” Skywarp pointed a digit at him. He was having the night of his life with all this laughing. And hesitantly, you tittered.

“SHUT UP!!” Starscream suddenly yelled at the two, raising his fist. Then he glared down at you and you ran behind Thundercracker.

“What did you told him to get such a face?”

“I-I’ll tell you later.” You smiled, but your heart was beating faster now.

What a night.

After all that, you got ready to get back home. TC lifted Buster and transformed into his jet-form. Skywarp gave you one last glance before snickering and transforming at his turn.

“Good luck after that one!”

Right. Because what you didn’t think about was that Starscream would be angry at you. And he could easily abandon you here on that hill. You glance at him expectantly and he just crosses his arms and look away with a ‘Hmph’. A true princess.

“I’m sorry! I-I was just joking!” Your face was burning. ‘Feel self inside you’. What a great idea.

“I will leave you freezing to death on this hill.”

“No you wouldn’t!” You suddenly yelled. An heavy silence as he slowly looked down at you.

“Oh really?”

“Because- we’re…friends…?”

“…”

“Okay, okay!! Maybe not yet- AAH!” He grabbed you in one swift move, turning your face away as he suddenly transformed, metal sliding all around you until you find yourself back in the yellow seat.

“One complaint and I’ll eject you mid-air watching your small meatbag landing on the far ground. A small red minable stain is the only thing that will remains-”

“OKAY OKAY!!!” You didn’t want to hear the details.

He started flying, but this time it was calmer. You eased in the seat. Then a rumble

“Hmph...Feel safe enough?”

“…” your skin burned.

Quick notes to all of you who read this fic NOT IN ORDER. I will come and find you. It’s as if you skip the first episode of a series. I promise you that I will find all of you. Every single one of you will hear the sound of my cheeks clapping as I run towards you butt naked. That is the last thing you’ll ever see.

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After I’ll finish the Starscream x F!Reader, who do you want me to do next?

Thundercracker

Skywarp

Voting ended onMay 14

NOTE: The reader who is in love with Starscream will not be the same reader who falls in love with Skywarp/TC. BUT TC will be the same one who helped the reader in the Starscream fanfic. Same for Skywarp. The events in which TC/Skywarp becomes the next lover will take place after the events of the fanfic “You do?”