Grumpy (Starscream x Reader)

Starscream was having one of those days. Anyone could see it; it was displayed in his every movement, every expression. The way his wings occasionally twitched, his shoulders slumped, his swagger more prominent in each step. The brooding look on his face was the dead giveaway though; Starscream was grumpy.

And nobody liked a grumpy Starscream. That meant more than a few Vehicons would lose their limbs (at best), and the halls of the Nemesis would be filled with his incomprehensible mumbling.

I sighed as the seeker entered the bridge, before returning my focus to the console in front of me, agile fingers darting over the keypad.

As he passed by me, I felt his gaze bore into my back, but ignored it, my work uninterrupted as he approached Megatron. It was quite amusing really, watching him interact with the Decepticon leader while in his current state.

The conversation was dominated mostly by hushed murmurs and the occasional eye-ridge twitch from Megatron as he silently contemplated whether it was all right or not to drop kick Starscream off the Nemesis.

Finally, the meeting was over, Starscream departing with a curt nod, whirling on his heels and stalking out of the bridge. I silently admired the seekers slim form as he retreated; it was no secret that I had fallen for the sullen flier. I had loved him since we were sparklings.

Megatron’s frustrated sighs could be heard echoing through the room, and I smirked slightly, then faltered as my name rang out. I whipped my helm up to see Megatron motioning for me to approach, which I did with vigor, “Lord Megatron, I hope I have not done anything wrong…” I began cautiously, not eager to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

He cast me an amused glance, “Of course not ____, I only wish to ask you a favor.” I dipped my head, “Anything My Lord.”

He was smirking now, that expression putting me on edge, “Starscream’s childish behavior is proving irksome. Cheer him up.”

“Uh, when I said anything, I actually, uh, meant that on a more, uh, figurative level, not….literal…” My argument died in my throat as the leader’s smirk increased. My shoulder plating slumped, and I turned, walking towards the exit, “I hate you.” I called back over my shoulder, then ventured out to find Mr. Grumpy.




“Hey, have you guys seen Starscream?” The cherry red medic and his assistant turned to greet me. “Ah, ____, always a pleasure to see you…” That sultry voice sent shivers up my backstruts, but I shrugged it off and waited for a response.

“No, we haven’t, but he’s been leaving a trail of injured Vehicons in his wake, wherever he is.” I pinched my helmfin in annoyance, then looked behind me as the doors to the medbay opened, revealing a wounded Vehicon.

Knockout sighed, “Normally, I would ask if it was Autobots, but given today is one of those days,” he looked pointedly at me, “I would have to guess that Starscream is the culprit.” The Vehicon nodded, “Energon Dispensary. I’m sure he is still there.”

I saluted the two medics loosely, then headed out the door, leaving Breakdown and Knockout to patch up the poor victim of Starscream’s temper tantrum.




When I arrived in the Energon Dispensary, I was greeted with the sight of Starscream lounging in a chair, swirling a cube of high-grade in one servo, the other resting on the arm of the chair, digits impatiently tapping against the metal as if waiting for something.

“So, what is it this time?” I walked in, slowly approaching the moody seeker. All I got in response was a growl and a couple mumblings of words. I rolled my optics, placing my servos on my hip plating and glaring down at him.

“You’re pouting.” He returned the gaze with equal sass, “Am not.” His words were slightly slurred, like this wasn’t his first cube of high-grade he had consumed. I smirked at his feeble defense, and sat in a chair next to him, “Yes you are. So tell me,” I prodded him for details, “what’s got you down….again….?”

I had added on to the last part because this was most certainly not the first time he had acted like this. He scoffed and looked away, “You couldn’t possibly understand.” This time it was my turn to growl, “Maybe if you told me what I didn’t understand, you could help me to understand it!”

He glared at me again, and I thought I spotted an emotion in his optics I didn’t quite understand. It looked like, longing, mixed with the bitter tang of sadness. When he tried to look away again, I grabbed his face and forced him to meet my look.

“Starscream, you’ve been having these days more and more frequently as of date, and,” there was sincerity in my voice as I composed myself, “I’m worried about you.” He sighed slightly, and downed the rest of his drink, humming in satisfaction as the strong liquid slid down his throat.

He looked down at his lap for a moment, before taking a deep breath, returning his attention back to me. “What would you do if you loved someone, but they didn’t know it…?” The question caught me off guard, and my optics shuttered, “Well, I mean, does this person know you well?”

He glanced at me, then looked down again at his servos, “Yes, they do. They’ve known me since we were sparklings, and they’ve always been there for me ever since.” I smiled slightly, the emotion in his optics was unmistakable. He cared about this mystery bot, quite a bit.

“Then, I guess the only thing you can do is tell them how you feel.” His expression was one of panic, “N-NO! I-I couldn’t do that! W-what if she doesn’t love me back!?” I smirked as he let a key detail slip; she.

My processor raced as I thought about all the possible suspects of his affection. So far, the only femmes I knew of where Arachnid, Arcee (though I highly doubted he would fall in love with an Autobot), and me. Since he would never even think of liking an enemy, that allowed me to narrow it down to just Arachnid and I.

Since he was always complaining to me about how much he hated Arachnid, that left just…me. I took a deep breath, “What if you found out that she does love you?” His optics flickered with hope, but also uncertainty, “T-That won’t happen, she thinks of me as a friend, t-that’s all…”

My spark thumped against my chest, still not quite believing that the one I had admired all my life actually had mutual feelings for me. I tentatively placed a servo on his arm, and his gaze met mine, “I think she might like you as more than that…”

His movements were as slow as mine, the gap between us closing inch by inch, until we were a mere breath away from each other. “_____.” His voice was unusually quiet, thick with the emotions that were tumbling around in his spark. I silenced him by rather unconventional means, pressing my lip components to his.

He jolted with the energy of it, surprised, but not unpleasantly so. Soon, he recovered from his shock, and his mouth moved gently against mine, servos gripping my waist and pulling me on top of him. I squeaked as he invaded my mouth, dentas clashing against my own in a desperate dance, digits wandering my frame, slipping under my armor, and finding my weak points.

Finally, we parted, both of us venting heavily, a small strand of saliva connecting our lips, making energon rush to my face-plates in embarrassment. Starscream smiled softly, and cupped my face in his servo, “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”

I giggled, amused by his childish enthusiasm, and nuzzled his face-plates affectionately, “And I’ve been hoping you would do that for a long time….Grumpy.” “I am not grumpy!” I laughed this time, pressing my helm against his, struggling not to melt under his pouting gaze. “Yes,” I kissed him again, “you are.”