Your oneshot miss/mister FNAFToyChica *bows*
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Your optics scan over his shining paint once again, tracing the curves and edges that you already have memorized.

He stands with his brother, their arms almost touching as they talk quietly, and you bring your stylus back to the page. Sketching out his form next to your more recent sketch of him, you let your eyes wander towards his servos, letting yourself imaging how they might feel against your own servos, or against your f/c plating.

A shiver runs down your backstruts, and a blue blush makes it's way to your faceplates as you can almost feel the tingle of his metal against your own.

Your optics narrow as Sideswipe moves away, prompting Sunstreaker to follow him, his protests echoing down the halls.

"Whatcha got there Y/n?" An amused voice catches your attention, and a warm servo touches your shoulder, a blue and black helm lowering to peer at your datapad.

"Hot Shot! What are you doing?" You quickly shove him away, and turn off your datapad.
Your faceplates flush blue as the fellow Autobot peers at the datapad once again.

"Awe come on Y/n, I just want a peek!" The smirking bot leans forwards again, and you lean away.

"Nope! Not today!" You dart away from the laughing bot, your pedes making barely any sound as you head down the same hallway that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had gone down.

Your audial fins listen for the sound of Hot Shot behind you, so you don't quite notice the yellow and red bots walking towards you from in front as you pull out your datapad again.

Your darawing of Sunstreaker and Sideswipe is almost done, you just have to do Sunstreaker's upper body now.

"Hey Y/n! Whatcha doing?" Sideswipe's voice surprises you, and you flinch back as him and Sunstreaker stop on front of you.

"Nothing! Don't worry about it!" Your faceplates resume their blue hue, and you hold the data pad behind your back.

"Ooooh. Is this Sunny and Sides?" Dread fills you as Hot Shot prys the data pad from your servos, and you whirl around to try to grab it back.

"Hot Shot please! You lunge after him, leaving Sunstreaker and his twin behind, both of them wondering what was going on.
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"I still can't believe you." You glare at Hot Shot as he smirk back. You roll your optics as you finish up your sketch of Sunny and Sides, watching them from a distance as Hot Shot sits beside you at the table.

"Awe come on. I just wanted to spice up your love life!"

"What love life?"

"Exactly!" He throws his servos up in frustration as he looks between you and Sunstreaker. "You-" he points to you and then Sunstreaker. "- are just crazy for him and you won't admit it to yourself!" The mostly blue Autobot sighs as he leans back on his chair, and you start outlining Sunstreaker's helm on the sketch.

"You have a file on your data pad dedicated to him for crying out loud! Why don't you just tell him you like him?"

You pause in your drawing as he speaks. Thinking for a sparkbeat before shaking your helm. "I can't. There's no way he likes me anyways."

Hot Shot sighs dramatically as he looks to you. "You two are both blind and I'm the only one who can see all of this... this.. uh.."

"Nothing?" You supply for him as he stumbles, and he quickly shakes his head.

"No way. More like chemistry." Your optics narrow as you see where he's leading this.

"I don't need your help, and you're not setting us up. " It's his turn to roll his optics, and he glances behind you for a nano click.

"I was going to, but it looks like I won't have to." With that vague sentance, you watch in confusion as he stands up to leave. "Oh and he's not there anymore."

Your opics flash to where Sunstreaker had been standing, only to see Sideswipe standing along, his smirk directed at you. Or... behind you?

Feeling the warmth of another chassy on your back, you freeze in place as a yellow servo reaches down to lightly tap the drawing of Sunstreaker.

"Why did you stop?" The familiar voice sends your spark into a frenzy as his other servo rests on your shoulderplate, and your processor stalls.

"Oh! Well I.. Um.. Hot Shot.." You stumble over your words, never having imagined that he would be this close to you without being forced.

"I've seen you drawing me before. I want to see if you're any good." He sits down in Hot Shot's seat, and grabs your servo with his to guide it back to the stylus.

His servo is warm on yours, and you can't help but feel a shiver down your backstruts as you comply with his demand.

Your spark is beating a thousand miles a click, and a small blush makes your ways to your face as you look at his familliar, handsome face to study the smaller details.

A smirk makes its way onto his face, but you don't notice as you look over the minuscule dents and scratches in his pristine paintjob. Your sketch gradually gets more, and more detailed, and after what seems like hours, pride radiates from you as you finish your lifelike drawing.

"Sunstreaker? I'm done." You gently tap his shoulder, and the yellow mech startles awake.

"What? What happen- woah." He falls silent as his gaze lands on your sketch, and his blue optics trace the fine lines. Optics wide, and a tinge of blue on his cheeks, he turns to you. "This is really.. wow.."

"You like it?" Your voice is shy as he admires your work, and he slowly nods his helm.

"Yeah. Send it to me will you? Here's your payment."

You hurredly shake your helm. "Nonono you don't need to pay me Sunstreaker I-"

His dermas cut you off as they press against yours, and your optics go wide as your long time crush uses one servo to pull you closer.

Your optics dim themselves as his servos trace sensually over your smaller frame, and despite the shocked bots watching, you feel electrified as his dermas move against yours.

"Next one is worth two. Suprise me will you?" Sunstreaker winks as he pulls away, and you blush deeply.

"Sunstreaker why did-"

"-Hot Shot was right." He shrugs as he interrupts you again. "I'm crazy for you Y/n. And I'm pretty sure you feel the same."

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This is my first attempt at writing anyone from G1, so sorry if anything is odd or incorrect. (I never watched it or read the comics so I researched it all.)

I went for the artistic route because I don't know how to write a yandere yet. Once I do, I'll write another for you if you want!

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