This all seems so wrong. This all shouldn't have happened. He is a deception, and you are an autobot. But still, every time he stays alone with you, he feels how hot he's feeling. It feels like he is burning from inside, letting tongues of flame curl around his throat and turn all his words into an awkward mess every time he tries to speak with you.

"It's just because it's all too awkward and weird. I shouldn't be joining autobot in the first place, even if just for some time.." Starscream would say in his mind, fully knowing that it's a lie. He does not get all flushed up and hot from talking with other autobots, even though it's still awkward and weird. Then why are you so different?

The fact that in one moment you were being to care about minicons didn't help. You treated them as if they were a sparkling. And for some reason, seeing you taking care of his minicons, as a loving parent, as if they were your real sparkling, made him feel both even hotter than usually and shameful. He is a Decepticon, a warrior! Not some love struck bot, who get shy with image of his love in his head-

But still he might spend nights thinking about you, taking care of his minicons. How your servos carefully patch them up and tell them sweet words, with that usual cocky voice of yours-But then he shakes these stupid thoughts away and ignores the curious and confused gazes of minions. No, no, no, NO. He shouldn't think about it. Little did he know that his life was about to get even harder.

Swindle takes a step forward, stepping out of the group of minicons and puts his servos at his hips. You stand next to Starscream, watching it all with a curious gaze and with a tilt of your head. You couldn't understand what their chirping sounds meant, but you can see how Starscream entire frame shuddered as he listened to what Swindle had said and how Sonar, Jetstorm and Runway nodded their helms in agreement.

"Y-You," Starscream's voice tremble for a millisecond, as a faint pink color rose on his faceplate. ".. You choose WHAT!?" His voice raises with panic and flicks of something more.. something close to hope. You watch how minicons suddenly turn their attention to you, running up to cling to your leg as little sparking. Your servo moves down to lightly pat their helms, and you feel how warmth blossoms inside you at hearing their chirping around you. You turn your head to still shocked and embarrassed Starscream.

"What did they say?" Your words pull him out of burying himself in his mind as his frame flinch once more. His wings spread open a bit as he stayed silent for a few other moments. You can't help but feel how a smirk grows on your face, seeing him suddenly acting so weirdly. He shallowed and squeezed his optics shut. His wings tremble a bit before he grabs one of them by his servo and just holds it, stopping them from spreading fully and hitting you in the process.

"They chose you as their second parent."

(FULL CREDITS TO @@ilovewomen ON JANITOR AI—GO CHECK THEIR OWN WORK BEFORE MINE PLS PLS!!)