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allgearlit · 7 months
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Hello ! I wonder if you're new on tumblr. If yes then i'd like to welcome you and i just read your work with starscream and it was super adorable and also heart warming😭❤️
If it's okay i'd like to request a small drabble with g1 Starscream and female human reader first contact au where a fem reader was taking a walk and suddenly finds abandonet jet and decides to take a look and then i'll leave the rest to you <3
OR something a bit more dark with also g1 Starscream and fem human reader where reader is being an unwilling captive and he decides to explore her organic nature ( could be a little non-con/nsfw-ish if that's okay if not then i comepletely understand <3)
You can pick between those two any you like more <3 thanks a lot for reading ans i hope you'll get a warm welcome🥰❤️
Hello! Thank you so much for the ask - I'm not new to tumblr per-say, I started as an art blog and decided to pivot to writing since that's more of my passion anyhow. Though I appreciate the welcome! <3
I love both ideas - I hope you won't mind if I maybe make the latter at a later date (with credit to you for the idea). The first one though; that screams (heh) mini series. I love the BumbleBee movie so much and fantasize about Charlie's scenario with other bots, so I'll make this into it's own little drabble series. I hope that's acceptable! ☆
G1!Starscream x Fem!Human!Reader: The Starscream Movie AU Pt1
I couldn’t tell you the time if I tried. I needed peace, freedom from my thoughts. A walk late in the night was my best solution. Anyone could tell you I haven’t been feeling my best recently, though to pin-point the problem would be an anxiety riddled mess in of itself. I walked down by the nearby lake that always looked so much bigger at night. Perhaps it was the contrast between it’s glistening blue water to the velvety black sky, or the way the stars hit the rippling water, creating a galaxy effect. Regardless, it was one of my few favourite spots in the area.
There was a bench that was almost always vacant, near the centre of the lake, just where the bend dipped over the shore in a gentle fashion. As I approached, something else caught my attention. A ship, or jet? I couldn’t quite tell in the light. It looked like something straight out of the military. I took in a sharp breath as the curiosity bubbled in my throat. I wanted to inspect the craft, anxiety and logic going out the window as I approached. It was a slender build, likely only able to house one person at best. The thought of there potentially being a body in the cockpit made me shudder, but I knew I had to check.
Reaching over with my shaking hand, I rubbed over the golden paneling, to my good fortune, it was empty. However, this lead to a new line of questioning, where had it come from?
I continue inspecting the craft, my hand gliding over the metal nonchalantly as I analyze it like an artifact. Something else catches my eye, a purple symbol - almost like a horned creature. Instinctively, my fingers glide over the etching, mesmerized by its rich colouring and definition. Whatever it meant was unfamiliar to me.
After my thorough inspection of the exterior, a little click and hissing noise arises from the cockpit, opening the sealed space. It was as if I was being invited into whatever this machine was, and I couldn’t help my temptations to peek. Climbing up onto the jet, I shuffled into its cockpit, as quickly as it had opened for me, it slammed shut.
An involuntary yelp escapes my lips as I hear the lock click into place, it was as if the jet was alive. Pressing my palms onto the panel, I whimper as I try to get it to open. A sudden noise fills the air, it sounded like robotic laughter. The noise startled me, and promptly caused me to land flat on my bum in the seat.
“Who’s there?”
Despite attempting to sound confident, my voice comes out as a weak whimper, panicked and unsure. The robotic laughter stops, and a voice comes out instead.
“Stuck on this wretched planet for less than half a cycle, and already an inhabitant has decided to be stupid enough to touch me.”
The voice was snivelly, snarky, and cybernetic. The kind that makes one a pinch uneasy. It filled the air almost too evenly, as if the words were coming from the jet itself. In my moment of logic, I begin trying once more to push the panel up, when the voice mocked me once more.
“Don’t bother, I’m keeping you in here so we can have a little chat.”
Defeated, I let my frame sink into the rather uncomfortable seat. Frustration bubbles within me as I look around the tiny space.
“Alright, let’s talk.” I speak up, my voice hoarse with that anxiety. “What are you?”
A light on the console shines as he prepares to speak, though nothing is obvious or makes any sense to me. Perhaps I was too oblivious to notice it at first.
“The name is Starscream, second in command of the Decepticons. Though, I don’t think your puny little flesh-bag brain can handle all of this info, I’m a Cybertronian.”
Every word that Starscream speaks makes me doubt him, as if the word  Decepticon wasn’t already suspicious enough.
“So, you’re a race of alien jets?”
This prompts a grunt, and I swear if he had eyes they’d be rolling.
“No fleshie. We’re robots who can change our forms. This jet you’re in is my alt-form.”
Before I can even ask, I’m suddenly shuffled inside the cockpit as it literally changes shape with me inside. I roll around like a towel in the washer, when suddenly it finishes with me in the palm of a massive robot's hand. Starscream looks down at me with piercing red orbs. He has a smirk on his face as he looks at me, before proceeding to tousle me in his hand.
“You’re cuter than I thought, I might just keep you.” His voice is the same snarky tone as  before, though now it’s clear that he is far more comfortable with me. I feel my face grow pink at the prospect of becoming his - human pet? I’m not sure what he’d make me, but regardless, I try to refute.
“Now wait a second -”
However, He places his thumb over my lips to promptly silence me, walking to where who knows where until he stands still and look down at me.
“...Where is your home fleshie?”
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allgearlit · 8 months
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First Step [G1!Starscream x GN!Human!Reader]
Simple one shot drabble I felt like writing out. Starscream trying to not be such a snarky grump.
I anxiously made my way through the dark, dingy hall of Nemesis, barely able to process what had just happened. It was one thing to get snapped at, again, it was another to be forced to have to get a ride up here by Laserbeek because somebody was too angry to even look at me before transforming and flying off in a huff.
If I wasn't even remotely useful to Megatron and the others, I'd likely have been left at the scene of the battle to suffer for my misdeeds.
Rubbing my forearms as I walk, I take in cold huff of air before approaching the berth chamber I was nervous about even getting close to. The door doesn't budge, showing that the Seeker made damn sure to lock it in case I dared to come back. It was to be expected, though I wasn't a happy camper.
"Starscream, it's me."
The words fell flat, I already knew he's scream at me to leave, berate me the way he was berated by Megatron. It was like whenever I was in trouble with him he'd lash out all of his not-so bottled up fury at Megatron my way. It wasn't the healthiest, but we were working on it.
A moment passed before the door split apart, revealing the sulking Decepticon.
"Look whose come back to apologize. You know, I was really hurt by what did back there, fleshie."
A shiver inched it's way over my back, he always called me fleshie or meat when he was upset with me. And it burned.
"Look, I'm sorry. That little yellow guy, he saved me. It felt wrong to not help him and I-"
"You helped him by messing me up!" Starscream snapped, slamming his servos to his hips. "I was this close to being rid of him! Could you imagine the praise I would've received? But no. You had to let your sentimental side get ahold of you."
Pursing my lips, I look to the floor and sigh. He was right, and I knew he was, but it didn't make it anymore frustrating.
However, it was clear my defeated expression hit a nerve in Starscream, as he knelt down to get closer to my level.
"I-I'm sorry." He grumbled, reaching out to me with a heavy open servo. "I don't mean to snap at you, it's just, a nuisance having to be always put down or thwarted."
A moment passes, before I give in and climb into his servo, letting my back rest against his metal palm.
"I know." I reply, closing my eyes and taking in the chilly air around me. He slowly brings his servo with me up towards his face, leaning forward and pressing his helm to my forehead.
"I'm still learning, it's just - hard, to learn after a millennia."
I hum softly, nodding while closing my eyes.
"I know."
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