worm/wax/wig/or that forth secret option if you know it. the way to my heart is ocs!
art tag: wormart
general oc tag: worm’s wax melts
specific oc tag: swipe right: [NAME]
other tags: transplant au (gestalt au), FINALLY: I GET TO BE A TRAIN (astrotrain tag), IM SO GREEN (constructicon tag), pistachio ice cream (minimus tag)
Can I humbly request Minimus Ambus giving Minibot Reader a polish after a mission that messes up their coat and it bugs him to see the scratches and dents? Ty (^-^)
My first genuinely SFW request :O I will do you proud.
IDW Minimus Ambus x Mech Reader
You tried to avoid him, you really did. That went as well as anyone would have predicted. Scratching at your neck cables and doing all you can to avoid the glare directed at you by that giant blue hunk of metal.
You weren’t even supposed to have been on that mission, but hey, who doesn’t run headfirst into the first fun presented to them after literal vorns without anything happening? But yeah, It had been stupid and you’re more than aware of it.
It was as awkward as it was embarrassing to walk past the whole command deck, one reprimanded after the other. You couldn’t hide the limp a rather nasty collision with a tree had caused, but you bit it in you. Didn’t have to bring any more attention on yourself than there already was as you stood beside the others for all to see.
Though, you were quickly dismissed from the medbay as your injuries were concluded to be nonthreatening, so focus went on others who needed it more. You couldn’t argue there. Yours were mostly artificial, a few loses of paint and some dents that ached like crazy, but nothing too bad. Nothing you couldn’t walk off after a repaint.
Seeing Minimus at the end of the hall, however, was the last thing on your list of wishes right now. Why did the time you finally get out of any immediate attention, it’s the same hour he isn’t needed to be professional anymore for the cycle? Primus must be laughing at you and your predicament.
He angles a thumb to the direction of your quarters. “Go sit.”
If it wasn’t because you’re certain you’re in the same weight group as him, he would have thrown you over his shoulder and moved you himself. But alas, he gives you the chance to prove to him just how injured you are.
You’re still unused to seeing him like this. So concerned without ever showing it, keeping any expression of worry or doubt to himself and leaving you with nothing but a raised brow and a frown. All because he turned out to be the hardest commander to bother and you took it as a challenge. Sigh.
“How did you gain this one?” Minimus asks as he gestures to a thick gash by your knee. You hold in your laugh, remembering fully how stupid the entire situation had been.
“Tailgate rammed headfirst into a stone wall and sent a few rocks loose,” you explain with a gesture of your servo, as if it helps in any way for the story. “No one was crushed luckily but the slower of us got caught up in it, you know?”
Humming, he starts working the buffer over the rough edge. Working it soft enough to not snag on anything and getting rid of the worst of the energon that had spilled.
He gestures to the exposed protoform on your side. “How about this one?”
“Rodimus.”
“Understood.”
You chuckle. It hadn’t completely been Rodimus’ fault, but hey, who was going to ask for the specifics. Not Minimus. He’s a warning in himself most often and if anyone knows that personally, its Ultra Magnus.
Before you could even ask why he put your leg onto the berth to stand up, he had already returned with paint. Your coat is a mess, Primus knows. But you hadn’t expected it to bother him enough to get his hands dirty to fix it.
“Be still.”
“Or what?” you challenge his instruction, already following it as he settles back with a very wet paint brush between his digits. “You’re going to tie me to the berth?”
Hey Revel! Who is your favorite Bot and can we get some more of them? Thanks!
You’d probably think my favorite is Soundwave, but it’s Wheeljack!
First Contact Pt 2
Wheeljack x Reader
• By the time you pull into the grocery store parking lot, you’re a nervous wreck and the urge to run screaming is nearly overwhelming. What was that old horror movie with the possessed car? Maybe this is like that and it’s waiting on you to get out to run you down for sport. It’s a relief when the door actually opens, because for an insane moment you thought maybe it wouldn’t let you go. And it’s completely irrational. Know that. This has to be your car. Any other option is just crazy. You’re not crazy. Right?
• Sinking lower on his shocks in relief when you slide out of his seat and your field stops assaulting him, he watches you stare at him suspiciously. And he still has no idea how you know he’s not your car. What is he supposed to do in this situation? Maybe he shouldn’t let you walk away? What if you bring more humans? Maybe they’ll try to dissect him. You’re backing away slowly, expression wary. Before spinning and striding quickly for the building you’d drove him to. Not running, but close.
• Stepping into the air conditioning as your heart races, you expected to hear the rumble of that engine at any second. To get run down by your own car. Or the evil, possessed doppelgänger pretending to be your car. Digging out your phone, you google possessed cars even as you feel like an idiot. Do you really believe that isn’t your car? Standing under the fluorescent lights of the store as people move around you, it seems pretty ludicrous. You’re just tired. Confused. The radio could be a problem with the wiring. Maybe a squirrel got in there and chewed on the wiring harness. And no one maliciously cleaned your car. You had to have done it and forgotten.
• What does he do if you don’t come out? Or you don’t come out alone? Maybe he should leave and find another house. Try again. That means dealing with more humans, though. What if you can sense his field? It isn’t that far fetched when he can sense yours. No, his best bet is to keep up the act. Pretend to be an inanimate object until he can safely contact the others. Isn’t sure if there are any Decepticons nearby that might intercept transmissions, but he can’t risk it until he does some reconnaissance first.
• You feel downright silly about it all as you load groceries in your cart. Embarrassed, you check out and roll your cart outside. Of course, it’s your car. Possessed cars. What weak minded, gullible person would ever really believe that? It’s right along the lines of unicorns and aliens. Inhaling as that jangling wrongness you’re pointedly ignoring lifts through when the trunk won’t open and you have to try multiple times before it finally pops up. Loading your groceries, you also try to ignore that your jumper cables are gone. That blanket and first aid kit you keep in the trunk are missing, too. You must have taken them out. Shutting the trunk, you swear the car sinks slightly on its tires and you ignore that by sheer force of will to open the driver’s side door and slide inside. Turning the key and clenching your teeth so hard your jaw hurts when that same damn song starts playing.
After all this time, I finally finished my Smooth Rider origins comic! If you're new to her, I suggest looking at the Smooth Rider tag in my blog for character ref sheet and some doodles :) I'll provide a ref sheet for Judy and Rosa soon, my hand is too tired rn lol anyways I hope you all like this!