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[wigglermansblog]

Toxic

Starscream x Seeker! Reader

Synopsis : You're a really close friend to Starscream and known him way before the war, back when he was Ulchtar. But as the war progresses, things get worse between you and him....

Contains : angst, manipulation (Starscream), one-sided relationship, yandere behaviour (Starscream), toxic relationship

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You and Ulchtar have been friends for a very long time, alongside with Genvo and Jetfire.

You look up to Ulchtar due to his kind nature and how caring he is, you love how his optics shines as he speaks and how he wishes to explore the world around him alongside his friends.

But all of that changes when Genvo died in Ulchtar's arms....

From that day on, Starscream was born.

The Ulchtar you once knew has perished.

You noticed how much he has changed, from a kind and caring bot is now a ruthless monster. A killing machine, moulded from the war and Megatron himself....

As the war progresses, things get more and more worse. Jetfire left and joined the Autobot. Which makes Starscream seething with anger the moment he knew that a friend of his has served the one that killed Genvo.

After that, he became so overprotective over you and always made sure to keep you close to his side.

Ensuring that you won't leave him like Jetfire and Genvo did.

"You've been busy today...." Starscream hums, his body pressing on your back. You shift uncomfortably under his weight and try your best to ignore him while you keep yourself busy with the datapad that Shockwave has given to you. Despite being smaller, you are equally strong as 2nd in command.

You feel his arms begin wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to his chassis, burying his faceplate on the back of your neck.

You let out an exasperated sigh.

"Starscream, I have work to do" you said sternly, "Shockwave wants it to be done by the next cycle" you reminded him for like the 5th time.

"Stop with your fragging work and give me your attention, I want it....please" Starscream said, his grip tightens causing you to let out a groan.

"If I give you attention for five minutes, you promise that you will let me continue my work in peace?" you question him, only to receive a soft hum.

As soon as you set down your datapad, the larger seeker instantly lifts you up and brings you to his berth. The two of you share a room but with a separated berthroom.

He sets you down on his berth, before laying on top of you with his helm pressing against your chassis. This is your routine now, you work, Starscream comes along and demands attention from you like a cat.

Your servo gently massage his helm, you could hear his engine purring at the gesture. You feel his servo interwines with yours as he lifts his helm up, bringing your servo to his faceplate and giving it a soft peck.

"You won't leave me, right?" he asks.

You didn't, you don't want to answer his question. The same question that he kept asking over and over again.

You know the situation and relationships you are currently in. You are aware that if you answer his question, his possessiveness over you would become stronger and much more...

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Toxic

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He is no longer the same mech you once love. Your love for him has died along with Ulchtar. You feel his faceplate inches closer, pressing his lips against the corner of you lips before dragging down to your neck.

'He is not Ulchtar' you reminded yourself, closing your optics. Your spark yearns for Ulchtar only.

To you, Starscream is a whole different mech.

To you, he is nothing but a stranger....

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[ End ]

[talesfromlissom]

Omg uh…TFP smokescreen x reader for number 8? I love him sm

A/N: Will do :). I love this man sm, he's my third fav.

Fandom: Transformers [Aligned]

Rating: PG

Characters: Smokescreen

TW: None. A few swear words, mentions of violence and brief injury. Nothing major.

Rules

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“Alright so…that’s my plan.” Smokescreen says, gesturing to the hole that you two fell into.

You cross your arms and look at the entrance, and your only exit, to the hole. Afterward, nod your head slowly.

“It sounds like it could work…” You reply. Smokescreen’s door wings twitch upwards, followed by a grin spreading across his face.

“Except that it fragging sucks.” You finish, as Smokescreen’s shoulders slump, followed by his door wings.

“If I wanted criticism, I would’ve asked for it-” He pauses. “And that wasn’t constructive criticism either!”

“Yes, it was. It’ll help us construct a better plan.”

“What’s wrong with my plan?” Smokescreen asks. You blink at him.

“Smokescreen, you suggested that I transform and you ride on top of me and fly us out of here.” You say.

“It could work!” Smokescreen huffs. “We won’t know if we don’t try.”

. . .

It did not, in fact, work. It didn’t work the second, or a third time either. Smokescreen tried to get you to try a fourth time, but you had given up already. You were certain you had dents all over your wings and aft as well.

You try your comm again but are only met with static.

“How long have we been stuck down here?” Smokescreen asks.

You shrug. “Since we fell in here.”

Smokescreen frowns. “I didn’t ask for the smart afted response [Y/N].”

“Smokescreen, you should know that everything out of my mouth is sarcastic or rude.” You say, grinning, and dramatically bowing for good measure.

You step backward and sit on a large rock. A shiver goes through your frame again.

“I’m gonna be getting sand out of my fans for cyber-weeks.” You mutter, wings twitching in annoyance. Smokescreen doesn’t respond, too busy trying to climb the stone wall again. “Kid, you’re not gonna make any further up there then I did-”

Smokescreen lets out a shout, as he tumbles to the ground again. This time, you hear a crack, digits tightening on your arms as Smokescreen groans. He rolls over onto his stomach, optics widening along with yours.

One of his door wings is snapped, a large crack in the middle.

Smokescreen gets up, groaning, holding up a hand as you get up to try and help.

“M’ fine.” He starts, walking over to sit next to you. “Optimus and the others will be here soon. Probably.”

“They will be.” You added.

“Can’t you just fly out of here and find them?” Smokescreen asks, crossing his arms. “It’d be much quicker.”

“I’m not leaving you down here by yourself, Smokescreen,” You began. “Besides, this area was crawling with Decepticons before we got trapped down here. If I fly out they’ll figure out where we are. I’m not letting you get captured by them again.”

Smokescreen doesn’t say anything, but his other (not injured) door wing twitches.

“You uh…wanna play never have I ever?” He asks.

. . .

Another hour has gone by, but you two barely even noticed. Laughter rings from inside the hole you’re stuck in, as the sunlight begins to dwindle.

“Seriously?” Smokescreen yells. “You’ve never had any high grade before?”

You shake your head. “Nope. I’m not having any either. It’s gross.”

“No, it isn’t.” Smokescreen replies. “You just haven’t had the right kind of high grade before.”

You cross your arms. “Okay okay, my turn.” You pause, thinking for a moment. “Never have I ever…gotten glitches.”

“Wow. That was low.”

“Ah, you are femme-less then?” You ask.

Smokescreen snorts, playfully hitting you in the shoulder. “No! I mean, I haven’t actually spark bonded with someone before but, I had a spark mate back on Cybertron.”

“Ooh. Do tell!” You retort.

“Oh please. It was a temporary thing, I didn’t even know her too much. We broke it off after I graduated from the academy.” Smokescreen says, waving his hand at you. “Have you ever had a spark mate?”

You snort. “Pits no. I never had time for that, y’know? All the war and such. I’m actually surprised that this squadron has so much downtime.”

Smokescreen tilts his head, before blinking. “Oh. I forgot you were a Wrecker. You stayed on Cybertron after Optimus and the others left, didn’t you?”

You nod. “Yep. Commanded by good ol’ Ultra Magnus. Pretty nice bot to talk to once you get a few drinks in him.”

Smokescreen snorts, chuckling into his hand. “And here I thought he was just some old bot with a rod up his aft.”

You shake your head, as silence envelopes the two of you.

“Y’know, I like you Smokescreen,” You state. “You…remind me of what we’re fighting for.”

Smokescreen freezes, doorwings twitch as he leans close to you. “Huh?”

“You’ve never seen Cybertron in all its glory, right?”

“No.” Smokescreen sighed. “I emerged from the Well in the middle of the war. I…remember almost being blown to bits the moment I emerged actually.” He chuckles softly.

Silence.

“I like you too, by the way.” Smokescreen starts. “You’re…special…to me.”

“How special?” You ask.

Smokescreen freezes. “well…uh…I think about you…a lot.”

You raise an optical ridge, turning to face him fully.

“and…I worry about you every time you go…on patrol.”

“Every time?”

“Every. Time.”

Oh.

OH.

“Smokescreen, I don’t wanna be that guy but…That is the worst love confession I’ve ever heard.”

Smokescreen gawks at you. “A-are you serious! I-”

He slaps his servos onto his faceplates, groaning. You can hear his vents going as well. Softly.

“Now don’t overheat on me!” You laugh. “I really don’t wanna explain to Prime why you’re hot to the touch.”

“But you just- do you even-”

“What, like you back?” You ask. “Yeah. Have for a while actually, especially after you came to base with that new look of yours.”

His doorwings twitch. “You’re not just messing with me, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Oh…” Smokescreen mutters, optics trailing onto the floor. “Does that mean…we’re…uh…together now?”

You nod.

Smokescreen grins.

“Cool.” He mutters. “Cool, okay.”

(Even after all of that, you still have to explain to Optimus why Smokescreen is overheating.)