in the quarters of star grade, the second command of the nemesis ship and the Deceptacon’s and the Air Force team, Starscream was sparked not with Megatron’s not with that stupid Predaking…it was your’s..an autobot’s…soon he heard the door open “you’re late” The Voice crackled from the shadows clipped and pulled, then came the faint to the sound of a crate being kicked by a tiny pede in his swollen stomach

you stepped through the threshold, shielding your optics from the dim glow of the Enegron lamp beside his berth, and they’re seated on a nest of dented thermal blankets with Starscream, he barely reached the height of a data module. Now his weight is stiff and dual his armor faintly glowing from the internal sparking pulsing in him, correction, your sparkling, curled within the tank of the furious seeker and still somehow he glared up at you like you were the inconvenience in this arrangement soon he looked away, you may be his sparkmate from the opposite side but he was still mad at you for being late

“I’m sorry I’m late, Prime wanted me to do things on the datapad’s” which You knew Starscream wasn’t going to have it which while he was eating the energon cubes he looked away angry…he was cute when he was mad