I go by she/they, I am a biromantic asexual, and I have high-functioning autism. I love to read and write, and go stargazing and swimming. I love animals, especially cats, pitbulls, ravens and crows, and I’m very into astronomy and psychology. I tend to get stressed pretty quickly and usually need to take a break to help myself calm down, but I’m usually a very easy going person and can adapt pretty quickly to situations. One of my favorite things to do when I’m at home is sitting outside and listening to music just to pass the time. I have a hard time falling asleep, and I’m not at all a morning person.
A/N : Hello Anon ! Thanks for sending this in, I think I'll pair you up with Optimus!
The war has taken a toll on everyone, even Optimus. He seeks comfort in his life, a slice of peace he gets to keep for himself - and he finds that in you. In the beginning, he warns himself to not get too attached, but he was drawn to your kindness. Smiling to himself whenever you would bend down to pet the stray animals seen on patrol.
The two of you started growing close through your interest in astronomy. Optimus had shared his own stories as well, but he was more than happy to just sit back and listen to you talk about the stars, sipping on his Energon cube with fondness in his eyes. He helps you relax at night, promising to sit outside your home in his alt-form until you feel safe enough to sleep. This routine allowed him to catch a glimpse of your bedhead from time to time, and he can't tell anyone just how cute he finds it.
Your interest in psychology is one of the reasons why Optimus was willing to confide his worries to you. Through some coaxing and the constant reminder that it's okay to admit you're going through a hard time, the Prime eventually opens up to you. In no time, the two of you have developed a habit of learning from one another: with you giving insights on how Optimus can learn to take care of himself better while he helps you destress whenever you feel overwhelmed. He appreciates your quick thinking, remembering the times you would often save him and his team through your quick thinking.
Optimus worries for you. He worries for your future together, knowing that he'll do anything to keep you safe. For now, however, he is content in just sitting under the setting sun with you. Listening to the way you were humming to the soft music playing from your phone.
I hope you enjoyed this xx
Greetings!! I’m– new to the your blog but I was intrigued by the open matchups that were popping about so I’d like to ask if I can get a TFP Con Matchup
I’m a trans male, bisexual and 5’4. I don’t particularly have any unique besides the fact that I just tend to wear a lot of oversized hoodies (because it’s comfy) and have just– brown eyes and dark brown hair that often gets mistaken for black hair.
I am a man who tends to be very confident about myself but I tend to worry about what others think about me a lot. On the surface, I seem rather lazy about things but if there is work to be done, you can expect me to finish it immediately if I’m given the task. I also tend to be very protective of the people I love and will not hesitate to fight for them. I’m also very apologetic over small things I do, like accidentally brushing into someone or just touching them accidentally, even if it wasn’t my fault necessarily.
I tend to be a “switch” or two-faced when it comes to personalities, but it depends on the person that I’m acknowledging or talking to that allows me to gradually change around them, whether it is through first introductions or knowing me for a while.
On the surface, or normally I tend to be respectful, cautious, and really careful with my words in consideration to the person I’m talking to but I only tend to speak when they’ve engaged in conversation with me– so in short, mostly quiet. I tend to use a lot of sarcasm and sound tired a LOT, which can be accidental (but also because I don’t sleep a lot so it makes me kind of dead inside-sounding) but on the other side of me, I am a 180° sometimes. I tend to be either a silently vibrate in place, excited-type person or a person who is just moderately loud and tends to be very needy for attention (though I won’t ask out of respect). I sometimes just find entertainment out of the smallest things and details so to see me admiring something because of its design (like hands– particularly strange but I’m an artist so it fascinates me) with sparkly eyes is not much of a surprise. I like writing as a past-time hobby, and doing art whenever I please but I also enjoy listening to music, watching animated shows (that I can poke fun and laugh about but also ramble on for hours about), reptiles and dragons, and other such!
Generally, I can also be a “switch” or a “flip” as well when it comes to using my noggin sometimes, when it comes to speaking. You either get a dense and blunt version of me, who doesn’t acknowledge words quick enough and says something accidentally out of the question or you either get the literate version of me, who speaks with a tone that sounds like I’m writing a formative essay.
But with the benefit of both sides of that, you also get the two for one deal– where you’ll either hear me geek out about music, shows, or other such ORRR you get the part where I tend to be philosophical over the littlest of things, whether it’s about life or just something small.
But in both cases when I tend to ramble on or talk for hours, I tend to immediately stop at one point and just turn slowly back to the person I speak with and ask, “sorry am I talking to much?”
(But yeah that’s uh– for me, sorry if it’s too long and confusing.)
A/N : Hi Anon ! I hope you're doing well, thank you for sending in your ask ! (｡𓎆 𓎺 𓎆) I think I'll match you up with tfp dreadwing <3
TFP DREADWING
01| Ever since Skyquake's passing, things haven't been quite the same for Dreadwing. While he does put up this strong and fearless facade, the seeker finds himself overwhelmed by the current state of the war. There is no room for vulnerability within the Decepticon ranks, which is one of the many reasons why he gravitated towards you. It took you a while to finally grow comfortable around such an intimidating mech. While both of you were naturally reserved, Dreadwing was the first to engage in conversations with you. He does carry this sense of responsibility for the team, so he'd ask you about your wellbeing even if you were more or less a captive aboard the Nemesis. One thing lead to another and you eventually find yourself in a relationship with the commander.
02| If there's one thing you appreciate about Dreadwing is that he is honest. He doesn't beat around the bush and will tell you things in a straightforward manner, which makes him a very good source of comfort whenever you feel insecure about yourself. The seeker doesn't get tired of encouraging you and it makes you feel better, knowing that he is sincere with every word. ( You can't look at him in the eye every time he calls you handsome.) Dreadwing also appreciates how versatile you are with giving advice, knowing when to be curt and thorough.
03| Although his attempts at romancing you may come off as awkward, you appreciate the effort nonetheless. He likes spending quality time with you. Given his influence over Megatron's army, it's not often that he gets to have the whole day to himself. But when he does, he'll choose to spend it with you. Dreadwing likes to listen to you ramble. If you worry about boring him, you don't have to. He's captivated by the way your eyes shine at almost everything. The smile against his faceplates, whenever you're amused over small things, is the most loving you ever see the seeker. He finds it endearing that you get excited over certain shows or your new playlist. Dreadwing can also be somewhat charming, engaging with you in philosophical debates but never turning it into an argument. He's a true gentleman that loves to watch you draw and write. You'll even catch him getting invested on the show you're watching, remembering which episode you left off the night before.
04| He likes how respectful you are when it comes to everyone, although he would be lying if he said he didn't like your snarky side. The way you always seem to top Starscream's sarcasm making him smile to himself. Whenever you look or sound tired, Dreadwing will always be by your side, asking you what's wrong. You assure him it's all good. He may not be the most outwardly affectionate person, but he won't say no to you when you feel clingy. Spoiling you to the point where your cheeks start to burn.
05| Although arguments seldom arise, they do happen from time to time. Dreadwing is inflexible and stubborn, he likes to stay on track and can't stand watching you delay your work right before its due date. This would often lead to a lot of nagging from him, which would lead to disagreements from you. However, you always prove to him that even if your methods may be unorthodox, you get the work done. Saying sorry came easy for you, and it may be a bit harder for Dreadwing to do, but he's always trying his best to adjust. He understands that it's time for him to make room for another person in his life, and for you, he'd gladly change for the better.
06| Dreadwing values loyalty and so it warms his spark to see you stand up for him against a group of Vehicons. He quickly interfered to save you ( not before sending the rest of the mechs to the brig.) You were the catalyst that drove him into defecting the war. It took a while to convince him to fight with the Autobots, but in the end he accepted Optimus's offer. His loyalties have changed. He no longer wants to serve a cause that destroys everything in its path, now he wants to serve the one that'll give him a chance to create a life with you. A cause that'll keep you safe.
I'm not sure if you're still doing these and it's fine if you don't since you have your own life and can be busy but if it's alright, may I request a tfp match up?
I'm 5'3, asexual and chubby and go by she/her.
I'm calm and withdrawn at first, I'm usually very silent when I'm surrounded by people I am not comfortable with. I have suspicions that my selective mutism that I had when I was younger may still be around because there are some situations that require to speak, I get uncomfortable and find it hard to say anything. I don't know, it's just a thought, not sure if I still kind of have it. I just kinda hate being forced to talk when I don't want to. I don't go out much, I prefer indoors, I only go out if I have to.
But yeah, when I'm surrounded by people I'm comfortable with, I'm more talkative and more expressive of my emotions. I don't have many friends in real life but I do have a few online ones.
I usually prefer texting than verbally talking to be honest. Its just easier for me to express. Not like I could physically see my two best friends since I had to move last year but luckily we have discord 💀🤚 otherwise my dumbass can't even go out to try and make friends nor even want to.
I like games, though, I'm also a procrastinator and a lazy person. I tend to procrastinate on my school work and other things like watching a certain anime, tv show, movie and even with playing games. I have a game block 😔👊.
I don't know, but I can be insecure about myself but I try to be positive about some qualities I have. Anyone could compliment me, I mean, there's nothing to compliment anyways, I would just say that they blind or something or wrong. I get insecure when I show people my music taste only because they just seem uninterested when I play it 😔👊. My friends reckon I'm smart but I just don't apply myself to my assignments... Idk, I believe I'm just stupid. Somehow, I don't get stressed out easily, even when a due date is coming up and I haven't done much in my assignment. But that probably depends on the subject and how important it is for it to be done, otherwise I will start getting a little stressed. I don't believe that my problems should matter ever, because I've had a good childhood, a loving family, though occasionally, I have some problems with my dad otherwise we're usually fine. I mean, my friends and many other people have it worse than me so that's why I don't think my problems are relevant.
I can get childish and get distracted easily. Like, I could be doing an assignment or homework and after 30 seconds, I'm on my phone or doing something else 💀. Sometimes, I need things dumbed down for me because I'm just like, "what??"
I love comedy and laughing, it's just fun. I like memes and sending cursed memes to my friends or anyone else that happens to be on the same server I am. To be honest, I'm active 24/7 on discord and mostly active on one server because I socially suck to talk on any other. I'm not a fan of horror because obviously it's scary yet I like watching people play horror games 🤔.
I'm not a fan of physical affection, but it depends on who the person is and how comfortable I get with them like my family for example. My love language would be quality time I think but only a bit of physical affection if I'm comfortable enough ig 😕.
I've never been in a relationship before because I fear cheating, arguments, having a significant other bored of me and all the other problems. And because I'm not that interest in romance that much at the moment in my life
In regards to people having problems in their life and they vent to me, I find it hard to comfort them. I try to do my best but I suck at it. I usually don't know what to say and I wish I knew. It's not that I don't care, I do, I'm just more of a listener than a talker but I try to find some words to say in attempt to help. It's a little easier for me to comfort someone online than in person, I'd probably be silent.
I'm good at keeping secrets, I would take them to the grave, though sometimes I can forget depending on the secret. I can be a forgetful person, not only with some secrets but other stuff I'm suppose to remember 😭.
I love music, I can't tell what genre I like, I like many songs. I'm also an animal lover and currently doing animal studies, which mostly revolves around dogs at the moment but I'm looking forward for the cat part, I love cats, I have two of them.
I'm sorry for all this information, now that I look at it, that's alot. I'm sorry 😭🤚
A/N : Hi Anon! Thanks for sending this ask, I hope you're doing well (｡𓎆 𓎺 𓎆) Don't worry about the long descriptions, I don't mind! I think I'll pair you up with tfp Smokescreen !
TFP SMOKESCREEN
01 | Smokescreen has a way of making you feel at home. In the beginning, you were reluctant to open up, yet once you've gotten to know the playful mech, you find it easy to talk to Smokescreen. You enjoy listening to him ramble on and on and on and find no trouble comforting him when he needs to hear it. In return, Smokescreen is more than happy to speak on your behalf whenever you don't feel like talking. He may be enthusiastic by nature but he isn't pushy. He never forces you to do something you're not okay with and makes you feel safe. This is why eventually you opened up to him and both of you became fast friends.
02 | Texting with Smokescreen is never boring. He's always ready with a handful of reaction pictures and a dozen of emojis when chatting with you. The young mech is naturally expressive and curious, which is why he's always up to date with the latest memes and trends. ( The way Smokescreen text may frustrate Ultra Magnus at times but it never fails to make you laugh.)
03 | Two of you share a lot of common interests which is why you get along so well. Ever since Jack taught him how to play video games, he's been asking you to indulge him. Smokescreen can also sometimes feel worn out and choose to watch movies with you indoors instead, following the plot of your favorite anime and always quoting them on the battlefield. He's not picky and is almost up for anything as long as you get to spend some quality time.
04 | With his positive, upbeat attitude, Smokescreen rarely seems upset or dissatisfied on the outside. But his inner idealism can leave the mech with a nagging feeling that some major areas of their life just aren’t good enough – which would sometimes make him feel insecure. The two of you seem to understand and relate to each other's experiences, making you comfort buddies that lift each other's spirits whenever you both feel down. He reminds you constantly that your problems matter and he's more than happy to listen to you vent, while you assure him that he is good enough because he's trying his best.
05 | He knows you're afraid of starting a relationship, and while he can be a bit impatient and bold, Smokescreen is more than happy to take it slow with you. While he himself is disorganized, Smokescreen tries his best to remind you to catch up on schoolwork. ( Smokescreen tells himself he's turning into Ultra Magnus whenever he finds himself nagging you.) He doesn't take it against you when you don't get what others are saying and is more than willing to rephrase it for better understanding.
06 | Smokescreen thinks you're special. He loves how you're so good with animals and how you seem to have all the right songs to show him. Smokescreen can watch you play with your cats for hours and has a copy of your playlist for him to listen to whenever he feels down. He finds it adorable how you can be forgetful at times and admires how loyal you are in keeping secrets. ( Like that one time you covered for him and saved him from being yelled at by Ratchet.) He doesn't see any flaw in you and even if he does, he accepts that as a part of you : his favorite human.
Hiiii could I get a match up? I’m a transmasc bi man and I really love classics. I’m majoring in history with a focus on ancient societies, but I do like ocean life and am minoring in marine sciences because the ocean is calming and the idea of new aquatic discoveries is especially interesting to me.
Regarding personality, I’m more introverted than I’d like. I’m a very easy going person with no strong emotions most of the time. Sometimes I’ll have a burst of emotion or expression, but that’s far in-between. Friends come to me with problems, I try and talk with them, and it feels nice to know they’re heard and are doing better after. I love my cats, going to the gym, and always having some kind of baseline noise or action to keep me preoccupied.
I’m pretty afraid of nearly everything (heights, driving, drowning, my car exploding). I know they’re ridiculous but I’m still afraid of it.
I’m a very physical person, and show affection that way. Fun facts, I’ve gotten my head stuck in railings twice, and my fingers stuck in tables more times then I’d like to admit.
A/N: Hi Anon! Hope you're doing well (ˊ•͈ ◡ •͈ˋ) You didn't specify which matchup you'd like, which could be my fault too as I didn't properly write it in the rules, forgive me !! I hope you don't mind if I give you two matchups, one from idw and one from tfp :") <3 I'll pair you up with tfp optimus and idw nautica!
TFP OPTIMUS
01 | Although Optimus was extroverted by nature, he tends to keep to himself. He may come off as aloof or distant to some, but Optimus is very attentive. He notices your interest in history and often makes conversation with you about it. ( You were assigned by agent Fowler to help the team in their race against the Decepticons for the Iacon relics ). The topic would sometimes branch out of work, and you'll be listening to him fondly share about the Cybertron in its golden age. You notice his optics seem to shine brighter whenever he talks about his planet. The archivist in him smiling back at you. After discovering that your interests align, the two of you grew closer.
02 | He needs a shoulder to lean on from time to time. It's exhausting to be a leader, much more when he carries the matrix in his chest. Although he can be reluctant to open up, you were more than patient: waiting for him until he's ready to vent. Optimus appreciates your advice and company. He tries his best to listen to you too. Although you mostly go with the flow, you look for Optimus whenever you feel stressed. With his wisdom, Optimus does a good job of making you feel at peace. You were his sense of comfort: the anchor that grounds him when the tides try to pull him under. He's thankful beyond words.
03 | As busy as he gets, he's always making time for you. Optimus lets you work out at the base so you can go for a drive after. He finds the relationship between you and your cats endearing. You like to keep your hands busy so he's always offering you to accompany him on patrol. You find it funny how he'll warily eye every railing you come across ever since that incident, but it shows that Optimus does care and worry. At times you feel a bit nervous whenever he drives too close near the edge of the cliff. But Optimus knows your concerns and tries his best to assure you that he'll keep you safe. At times you wonder if his position as leader would sometimes lead to him sacrificing you, yet deep down, you both know Optimus would rather tear the sky into two before letting anything happen to you.
IDW NAUTICA
01 | The moment Nautica hears about your interest in ancient civilizations and aquatic life, she immediately made a beeline towards you. ( She nearly knocked Skids over with her excitement.) She was so excited to finally find someone with such similar interests as her. The two of you would talk for hours, albeit Nautica would be more expressive due to her extroverted nature. Yet she would always give you space to share your thoughts too, making conversations interesting. Whenever the opportunity arises, Nautica would invite you to explore the ocean with her.
02 | Speaking of exploration, you'd often find yourself worrying about safety. Considering that Nautica was always in the presence of Brainstorm, Perceptor, Velocity ,and Nightbeat ( or what Swerve likes to call Sherlock and company.) The group's curious nature may put you in a handful of sticky situations. You'll find yourself growing anxious whenever Nautica swims too far deep into the dark waters or when Brainstorm is conducting his latest experiment next to you. Yet, she reassures you every time that she'll protect you. And it is hard to feel unsafe when you've seen how crafty and brave Nautica can be. With this trust, you and Nautica like to explore new places. Whether it be the forgotten ruins of a dead civilization or the inky black waters of a foreign ocean.
03| Nautica is very affectionate. Whether it would be towards he friends or loved ones, she unabashedly declares her love for the world around her. This is why you enjoy linking your arms together whenever she's mass displaced. At times she'll also hold your hand and kiss your head. She also shows her affection by swooping into the rescue whenever you have your fingers stuck inside a table ( although ever since then she insists that you let Brainstorm build you a finger-proof table.) Nautica reminds you every day of how much she loves you, and from the way she's grinning at you, you don't doubt it.
I have a short black hair, tanned skin, i wear boyish clothes or hoodies, but sometimes i wear skirts.
I also wear glasses sometimes.
My MBTI is INFP-T
My personality tbh, im actually shy and quiet and also sensitive when i meet people or interact with someone, i might go akward or anxious but i did try my best to interact. If i comfortable around with that person i would go in the flow like i might act bubbly or childish sometimes or even might giving hugs to anyone-
But i have to avoid being bad temper because of my mood or else i get hurt people feelings so i better be careful.
My hobbies which drawing, reading books/comics, Watching movies/anime, playing video games, listening music, playing piano or violin (still practicing) and sleeping.
Hello Anon! Thanks for sending this in. You didn't tell me if you'd prefer to be matched with someone from idw or tfp so I'm going to choose for you: I hope you don't mind :) I think I'll pair you with tfp Bumblebee !
It's nice to have someone like Bumblebee around when you feel shy. He doesn't mind being the one to start conversations - well, when it comes to Bumblebee before his voice box was restored, he was more of an ' actions speak louder than words ' kind of mech. He doesn't mind the initial awkwardness, if anything he helps soothes your nerves. Bumblebee is kind and understanding, taking after Optimus, he looks out for his teammates - including you.
The Scout is more than willing to accompany you when talking to others if it makes you feel better, and he's always so encouraging of your efforts. Once you open up to him, Bumblebee was thrilled to see just how passionate you are. He finds your lively nature endearing, appreciating the fact that you trust him enough to let him see this playful side of you. Bumblebee is supportive, always there to clap whenever you practice your violin. He's also caring, letting you sleep in his cab just a little longer, not having the heart to wake you up and send you home. As an ENFJ, he is drawn to your thoughtful nature - both of you appreciating deep and meaningful connections.
He likes to accompany you while you draw or watch movies, and his spark flutters whenever you offer to read to him. He cheers you on whenever you and Raf play video games and gets flustered when you switch up your style to wear skirts. Raf tells you it's because he finds you very beautiful either way, ignoring the shy beeps coming from behind him. But most importantly he loves your hugs.
He loves how you always seem to hug him, especially after an argument. Bumblebee knows that you don't mean the words you said when you were caught up with your anger, what matters to him is that you're trying and that you can feel better after talking to him about it.
Bumblebee is kind, gentle, and full of forgiveness. So when he finally gets his voice back, he's glad to know that he can finally confess just how much you mean to him.
I hope you enjoy this Anon! xx
i’m searching low in the night , starscream/fem!reader
Summary : What could he possibly want from an organic? A filthy, weak, and incompetent organic? An organic whose tears he could not stop imagining, an organic whose eyes follow him everywhere he goes, an organic whose laughter crowded every space of his silence.An organic, who is out there, unknowingly waiting for him.
( Starscream meets shattered glass! Starscream and discovers somethings better left unknown)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime
THE locks hissed, latching themselves in place. Shockwave remained unperturbed by the whole scenario, mulling about as if it was nothing short of a usual day in the lab. If this couldn’t shake the stoic Mech, then Starscream doesn’t want to know what will. Knockout seemed much more hesitant, shooting glances at him every now and then – Starscream would have found it comical if it wasn’t for the look everyone’s giving him.
Starscream marched to his counterpart, peeling himself off the wall. “ You’re an Autobot.”
His doppelganger shot him a no slag look. The Autobot insignia gleamed above his armor, a stark difference to the walls that held him prisoner. Starscream took the chance to observe him – or himself, up close. Aside from the minor scratches he got upon entering the portal, he seemed unharmed. The color scheme of his plating was enough to make Starscream nauseous. It was white down to his claws – no, fingers. It was white down to his fingers.
Starscream scowled.
“ Pathetic,” He scoffed, “ I expected better from myself.”
“ Makes the two of us.”
The vehicons left once their work was done, ushered out by Knockout. There was comfort in knowing that Megatron won’t be around to witness this himself, even if a field report was inevitably going to inform him of it, considering that Shockwave was with them – yet his temporary absence gave Starscream the closure he needed to let his curiosity wander.
Mirror-Starscream – as Knockout has dubbed, looked uncharacteristically calm, which only serves to agitate him even more. Deep down he was rooting for him to resist, to fight back – to even beg. Where was his cunningness? Where were his shrewd quips and witty reasoning? Why isn’t he trying to talk his way out? Was he that much of a coward? Yet the look in his eyes stated otherwise. It was one of determination. One of courage and loyalty and – bah! It makes him sick.
Pathetic.
Shockwave can toss his words to the Pit – there was no way he was staring at his alternate self. Whatever failed science experiment the one-eyed slagger had conjured, it couldn’t have possibly brought back anything that resembled him. This must be some sort of trick, a curse, a bad omen.
“ Mind sharing to us how this all came to be?” Knockout hummed, attaching the very last wires into the system. The computer whirred to life, the noise enough to set him on edge – again Mirror-Starscream was almost unresponsive, merely glancing around as if he’s laying on a human beach rather than the torture chamber of a Decepticon warship.
“ You’re going to pry it from my head anyways.” He tugged on the restraints. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter – you won’t get any information that you can use against my friends, because I don’t know how the slag this happened either.”
Starscream scoffed. “ We’ll see about that.”
Starscream slid onto the opposite berth, letting the doctor ease a cable around the back of his helm. His double regarded him silently, confusion in his eyes – as if he couldn’t picture what they’ve become. “Why ?”
“ Why not?”
Knockout gave him the signal and at the count of three, Shockwave activated the cortical psychic patch. His double gave him a horrified look, before falling into his memories, pulling Starscream with him.
He shouldn’t be surprised – no. He’d seen many things throughout this war. He’d seen Vos crumble at his feet, he’d seen flyers getting their wings ripped out by blasters mid-air, he’d seen Megatron on his worst days. He’d seen it all, nothing could catch him off-guard.
Except maybe this.
“ W-what is this?”
His double raised a brow at him. “ This is the part that surprises you?”
Starscream recoiled. “ Why am I touching that organic?”
His double searched his gaze. “ That organic is our – my Conjunx.”
Starscream swore he could hear Knockout’s gasp, or perhaps it was his own. The seeker retreated, looking back and forth. “ I would rather go to the Pit than admit that-that creature is my – “
“You don’t recognize her?”
His double moved forward, walking past Megatron – a parallel Megatron, where he wasn’t a bloodthirsty warlord, but instead, a scientist whose driving force is to protect humanity and take down Orion Pax. Orion Pax, Optimus, for short - who is supposedly a gladiator of Kaon. Starscream could barely picture the red and blue Mech even taking down a vehicon before the primacy, what more Megatron? Then again, the silver Mech didn’t even look threatening – with no claws and blue optics. Primus, what happened to his optics?
Starscream pretended to be nauseated, insulted, infuriated – yet he couldn’t bring himself to pry his eyes away from the sight. The scene had melted into another one, the once vibrant colors peeling into a dark room. He could hear the sound of rain, and the roof above his head suggested that he was inside a human home. He flinched when the wood creaked below his feet, only to realize that it came from the memory.
He could walk only to where his double stood, not daring to reach out any further. In his double’s memory, he was hugging – hugging? Yes, hugging the organic. They were laying down on a human berth, limbs tangled. He was nearly lost in the intimacy, watching as she dragged her fingers across his wings. This would imply that – Primus, they really are Conjux Endurae. Watching himself being courted is weird enough, watching him being courted by a fleshling is even worse. Then again, she was being extremely careful, reaching out to cover the expanse of his wing with her faint caress.
“ Are you falling asleep?” She asked, whispering into the dark. Their bodies were illuminated by the half-light pouring through the window, shielded from the ongoing storm. It was quiet, so quiet, that he could hear her breathing.
“ I am.” He murmured, burying his head deeper against her clothed stomach. Starscream wanted to flinch at that, to rage at the idea that he would give himself to something so –
She laughed. The noise faint and brief, yet enough to send something through his spark. He retreated, watching as she pulled him closer. “ That’s good to hear. You’ve been working so hard, and I’ve been worried. I can’t imagine anything happening to you.”
Outside he could hear the roll of thunder. His double raised a finger, tracing it across her cheek. “ I should be the one that’s worried.” He pulled himself up, sitting upright. “ What did the doctor say?”
There was a moment. He should’ve taken this as a chance to break the vision – they should be looking for information. One related to winning this war, yet he felt anchored to the ground, unable to move. The fact that they haven’t shifted to another memory meant that Shockwave no longer has control over the psychic patch, leaving them with no room to argue.
The human woman hesitated. He waited, combing her hair. “ Tell me, please.”
There it was, begging. Starscream stole a glance at his counterpart, who was leaning by the wall, looking away. She rose to sit, placing both her hands across his cheeks. She leaned in, brushing her lips against his own. He felt appalled, but the feeling ebbed away when she started crying. Liquid leaked from her optics – eyes, humans called them.
“ Starscream.” There was something in the way she uttered his name. He’d heard people shout his name, scream his name, belittle and butcher his name. He was used to the anger dripping from their voices when his name was called, he had grown to the cruel and sneering way everyone would refer him to.
That’s why hearing his name uttered so gently was enough to shock him into flinching.
He couldn't remember the last time someone did that.
“ We both know I…my life is finite compared to yours. We both know I will leave you much sooner than you want me to. I wished we had more time, but if this is all that the universe is going to allow me, then I want to spend it with you.” The tears continued to spill, even if she’d buried her face on his shoulder. “ I’m sorry…I’m sorry that we’re so unlucky in this lifetime. I’m sorry, I had to get sick, I’m sorry I’ll – “
His double shushed her. She was hiccupping, spilling her tears all over his armor – yet he didn’t seem to care. All he did was hold her, rocking her sideways. Warmly, tenderly, intimately. “ Don’t apologize for something you cannot control.”
He laid her back down on the bed, the two of them facing one another. It was at this point that Starscream felt as if he had interrupted something private, something he shouldn’t see – but the rain outside was growing stronger. The wind howling and shaking the trees.
Once she’d calm down, she raised a hand above the pillow. “ I didn’t know I was sick. But, if you had known earlier – will you still stay?”
“ I would.” He answered.
She narrowed her eyes.“ Even if it would hurt you?”
“ I would.”
His mirrored-self embraced her in a way that seemed so foreign – could he do that? Was he capable of really giving her that kind of security? That kind of comfort? Here, within these four walls, the war couldn't reach them. Here, in this far, distant memory coming from a life he could have had, she laid next to him as if she trusted him more than anyone.
She could have never done the same with him – yet this was him, wasn't it?
“ I wish we are luckier in another life.”
She murmured, eyes struggling to keep themselves open. He – his double, continued to rub comforting circles around her back. Under his metal fingers, her skin looked so pliant, so inviting. He nuzzled the column of her neck, arching into her touch.
Once again, the scenery before them started to blur, fading into the next one. His mirrored-self ex-vented.
“ Why not ?”
Even after they’ve severed the psychic link, Starscream still finds himself going back to the memory. He could never forget the look Knockout had offered him. He could have handled the gloating or the disgust in his face. Yet everything about the medic screamed pity, and Starscream had to walk out of the room to stop himself from getting angry.
At what, he didn’t know.
His double had managed to escape. After three days of captivity, Mirror-Starscream was rescued by his team – Starscream scoffed bitterly, all that hassle, all that trouble, just to rescue one Mech? In this world, Megatron would have left him for scrap.
He let his hands fall to his sides.
He would have left him for scrap.
The warlord was indifferent to the incident, if not a little agitated with how they’ve managed to still return empty-handed. The Vehicons had initially gossiped about it, whispering to one another whenever he would pass down the halls. After a week, however, it died down – any talk about his second life vaporizing into thin air. Disappearing without a trace.
Starscream wished it was the same for his memories.
Yet, here he lay – awake at night in his berth, staring at the ceiling. If he closes his optics, he could hear the pitter-patter of the rain above the roof. He could hear her breathing, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. He could imagine her hands against his skin – warm. They would be very warm. Initially, whenever the thought would arise, he would push them away. He’d spent weeks running from it, only to find that he’s been going in circles – haunted by a memory that wasn’t even his to begin with.
What made it so appealing?
What could he possibly want from an organic? A filthy, weak, and incompetent organic? An organic whose tears he could not stop imagining, an organic whose eyes follow him everywhere he goes, an organic whose laughter crowded every space of his silence.
An organic, who is out there, unknowingly waiting for him.
“ I wish we are luckier in another life.”
He clenched his fists.
He stared at the datapad. At that time, he had caught a glance of her name written above what seemed to be a medical report. He had entered the syllables into a humans search engine, scrolling through the world wide web for her identity. He stared at her picture on a social platform – social media, they call it.
He groaned. What am I doing?
She was smiling. He noted. She looked healthy here.
But will it stay that way?
“ Even if it would hurt you?”
He stood by the roof of the Nemesis, feeling the clouds cluster oppressively around him. The onslaught of rain did nothing to deter his stance. He watched the storm below, observing the flash of lighting. Thunder followed not long after. The wind strong enough to faintly rock the ship.
Just one look to quench your curiosity, he reasoned, just one look so you will stop thinking about her.
He turned off his comm-link, severing all communication with Soundwave. This should buy him some time, how long ? He doesn't know. Hopefully, it will be enough.
All he needed to do was jump, and somewhere below – inside a human home, you were waiting for him.
Pathetic. He thought - leaping off the platform.
A/N : I hope this isn't too OOC, you can set the timeline anywhere you want - but I'd like to think it's somewhere around season 2. Don't hesitate to tell me what you guys think and correct my mistakes <3
I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, wheeljack/reader
Summary : " You can never stay in one place, Jackie. You always move from one thing to another, and sooner or later that'll be me."
Your expression was shrouded by the night, only visible under the passing streetlights. You sounded so helpless. As if the chill had washed away the warmth in your voice, you offer him a dry laugh. Wheeljack wanted something to fill the silence, the grinding of rubber against gravel just wasn't enough.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning : Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: Gen
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types , Transformers: Prime
Relationship: Wheeljack (Transformers)/You
" What do you mean you're leaving?"
He slowed down his driving, drifting closer to the side of the road as he went. The song from the radio hardly mattered anymore, your favorite song falling into the background as your silence filled the air.
A gentle breeze slinked through the gap by the windows, caressing their fingers against your thigh - he could feel you shiver.
" It means I'm leaving," You repeated.
Jackie snorted, " Why?"
The hurt in his voice gave way to shock, he had no time to conceal it - they tumble out of his lips, the same way his thoughts would whenever he's around you.
You curl a hand atop the steering wheel, " I'm leaving Jackie. Before you can leave me."
He almost hit the breaks, almost, if it wasn't for the car behind him. The cobalt impala swerved to the side, giving Wheeljack a honk he would have returned if it wasn't for the way your lips curl into a rueful smile. He had seen you frown, he had seen you cry - but he had never seen you force such kind of sympathy.
' I'm not going to leave you.'
The words hung in the air, unspoken, yet not unheard. They were written in the way his side-view mirror reflected your eyes. You two stare at each other, for a moment, Wheeljack almost forgot to take a turn. The spell was broken and you were left to gaze at the moon as it follows you on your drive.
Wheeljack had once told you how much he hated lying. It was a sudden confession that took you off guard, nearly knocking your perception of him as a special ops agent. He had tossed the empty grenade shell aside, lowering himself to sit next to you.
You sipped on your wine while he drank his high grade, the grass sinking against your arms as you perched yourself dangerously close to his face.
You watch him recall his time as a wrecker. Wheeljack wasn't sentimental, nostalgic, yes - but never sentimental. But maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he had explained how lying goes against his moral code.
" Oh, so you have a moral code?" You shoved his shoulder lightly, to which he retaliated with a lazy grin.
" Everyone has a moral code, sweet spark."
In the middle of all that hazy flirting, you manage to cling onto his words. After explaining that talking his way out of things and bending the truth doesn't qualify as lying, he indulged you.
Wheeljack didn't like to lie because he would get confused telling apart what's real and what's not. He hated that kind of deception, it makes fighting harder, it makes leaving harder.
Now, under the starless sky, all you can do is stare ahead at the empty road before you - and you can't help but think if what you shared was nothing but that. An empty promise, just like this drive - it will end with him ditching you without a word.
He seemed to have read your mind, tightening the seatbelt in what you could only guess as a comforting gesture - or perhaps a goodbye? You couldn't tell. You blinked away the stinging in your eyes, with Jackie, you can never tell - even if you thought you could.
You could see the base approaching in the distance and all of a sudden you can feel him. You can feel the coldness in his hands as they graze your arm, the wicked smile he gave between your legs, and the way his teeth would nip at your lips.
You gripped the steering wheel
" You can never stay in one place, Jackie. You always move from one thing to another, and sooner or later that'll be me."
Your expression was shrouded by the night, only visible under the passing streetlights. You sounded so helpless. As if the chill had washed away the warmth in your voice, you offer him a dry laugh. Wheeljack wanted something to fill the silence, the grinding of rubber against gravel just wasn't enough.
You stepped out of the car, closing the door before you. You start to notice how obnoxiously bright the lights were, and Optimus's conversation with Ratchet seems to be louder than it should be as you locked eyes with Wheeljack.
There was a polarity between you, a constant battle between push and pull. Most days you could tell, but tonight, your silence crawled under his skin.
" Where are you going?" He asked.
" West."
He nodded, " I heard it's sunny this time of the year. I'll visit."
You bit the inside of your cheek, looking down. There was something holding your tongue back, anchoring it against your jaws. This was something you never do, you have always been one for talking - but around Wheeljack, you could be worse than Smokescreen.
Yet, nothing seems to be going the way it should be when it comes to Wheeljack.
" You're not just another weekend getaway for me."
His whisper sounded so vulnerable, so real . An emotion he had never given you because war doesn't allow him that, no matter how much he thinks he earned it, no matter how much you think he has earned it.
You were tempted to reach out for it, to hold out your hand, and cradle it right above your rib cages. His eyes were open, inviting - ironic considering how chillingly blue they were.
All you needed to do was reach out, yet you gave a half-hearted shrug.
" Yet you never stick around long enough to call it home."
You make a move to memorizing his face before turning around, leaving a trail of footsteps, slowed by the heaviness of your heart. You had greeted him with open arms. You gave him home, but the prospect of finally staying was too frightening for a mech who can't remember a time where he wasn't running.
" Where are you going?" You once asked, " What are you running from?"
It was never the final destination - it was always getting away from something. You didn't want to make him feel obligated, grounded, trapped. What can you offer a man who has been desperately searching for things to make him whole?
You waited, you hoped - even if you had reminded yourself not to, that he would do something.
Stop you, call out for you, anything.
Yet you stood by the other end of the ground bridge, the portal closing in to reveal the orchestra of nocturnal animals. You listened to their lullaby, staring at the grass that had weeded out of the concrete by your driveway.
The flowers were wild, untamed and in full bloom - swaying against the wind.
Wheeljack didn't like to lie because he would get confused telling apart what's real and what's not. He hated that kind of deception, it makes fighting harder, it makes leaving harder.
That was the last time you saw him.
A/N : This piece is based on 505 by Arctic Monkeys + I honestly just have a lot of feels for Jackie and I feel like he's that kind of guy that can't stay in one place. The song playing in the background could be 505 ( a great song if you haven't heard it btw ), but it's your pick ! I just wanted to do angst, so here it is - I love Jackie and this is in no way Jackie slander ( not in my house ) but tell me what you guys think !
You can find more of my work in AO3 under sirensangel !
AO3 link : I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
