#Idw wheeljack

[revelboo]

Circuits and Wires

Wheeljack x reader- lab accident

• Honestly, you’re not even sure how you became Wheeljack’s ‘lab partner.’ It wasn’t exactly by choice. The halls of the Autobot base aren’t exactly the safest or human friendliest. It’s not like any of them are openly hostile, but you’re tiny and they sometimes just don’t notice you.

• And for soldiers millions of years old, some of them act amazingly like a bunch of wound up frat boys. Alt mode races in the halls? That’s a thing. You heard the engines and flattened yourself against a closed door, praying. What you weren’t expecting was Wheeljack’s lab door to open and for you to fall backwards in. Those vocal indicator fins on the sides of his head had always been a bit funny to you and you offer him an upside down, slightly embarrassed smile as those panels flicker a dull yellow. As soon as he noticed the roar of approaching engines, he’d huffed out a sound remarkably like a sigh, picked you up and carried you to his workbench. You’d sat down crosslegged and watched him work. When he’d realized you were watching, he’d started explaining what he was doing.

• With nothing better to do, you showed up the next day and the day after. In truth, you’re more of a sounding board for the engineer to talk his way around and through ideas. And your dutiful job is to bob your head like you have any clue what he’s rambling about and ask questions occasionally.

• Wheeljack isn’t sure what to make of you, but appreciates the company. You seem interested in his theories and, most importantly, don’t avoid him. It’s not like his reputation isn’t unearned, but all of his inventions don’t blow up in his face. Some of them do.

• A lot of them.

• And apparently some of the Autobots, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, had taken to calling you ‘hazard pay.’ And learning that there was a running bet on how long until Wheeljack accidentally had something fail so catastrophically that you’re blown to kingdom come hadn’t been exactly comforting to you or Wheeljack.

• But sitting on the workbench with the friendly mech is surprisingly soothing. You didn’t really have any delusions of learning engineering from him, that was so far outside your skill set it was hilarious. But you do like listening to him talk with that faint accent and soft, almost raspy voice. He’s an awkward sort and his humor never quite lands, but you smile for him anyway because then those panel flicker pink or orange.

• You’re almost asleep, lulled by his low muttering. He’s been fiddling with whatever it was he was making since you’d arrived that morning and eventually you’d need to remind him to go refuel, because he would forget and regularly did. But he’d take you to find food and refuel if nudged. You’d long gotten over the mild embarrassment of being carried around like a kitten by him. Some of the Autobots would let you hitch a ride on their shoulders and that was better than walking. Wheeljack carried you cupped between his palms like he thought you might decide to launch yourself out of his hands in a mad bid for freedom just to go splat. You tried not to be offended about it.

• “Oops.” Head lifting, you stare at him as his vocal indicators flicker a sickly green. An oops from him could mean anything from ‘I broke it and need to start over’ to ‘run for the hills.’ Given how still he is, your heart begins to hammer in your chest. This is the latter and dread spirals through you. Know it even before his blue optics slide your way.

• Time seems to go funny as he lunges, hand swiping at you and connecting hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. Hard enough to hurt. And then he’s running, his servos painfully tight around you and there’s a very real worry he’ll break your ribs by accident.

• Behind you, his mystery invention that you really wish you’d paid more attention to blows up. Spectacularly. And then he’s falling forward and you know you’re about to be crushed and worst of all? Sunstreaker is going to win his stupid bet.

• Instead, Wheeljack catches himself on his other hand, huge frame curled forward to shield you as he cradles you in that too-tight grip against his chassis. A dull roar fills your head, everything muffled as you hear his frantic voice.

• He took the brunt of the explosion and had to be hurt, but he’s asking if you’re okay. He’s scared for you and it takes your stunned brain a minute before you can reassure him without bawling, because of this sweet, accident-prone mech that must be protected at all costs even if he is still gripping you so tight you can’t hardly breathe.

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[onyxstic]

It’s time I reveal a big secret of mine.

I’m a Starjack fan.. 😭🙏

DONT GET ME WRONG! Skystar is still at the top but in some versions Starjack is where it’s at (looking at very specific idw comic)

[kriminalistic]

doodle

[phoenixisobsessed]

Hi there!! Just wanted to say that I've recently checked your art blog and I love your transformers art :D I adore your art style and I saw that you are taking requests and hope you don't mind but I was wondering if I could have some crumbs of starjack which is starscream and wheeljack and i blame idw comics for them lol (tho feel free to ignore this if you want to!) have a nice day! 👋

THANK YOUUU AAA I’m happy that you like it :33 I do a silly. It’s a bit sketchy but that’s how my teacher likes it so-

I have never seen this pairing before tbh but it’s cute. I can see it. Also I just love drawing Starscream in a proper steamy mood. He needs to be mad fuming 90% of the time I draw him.

ANWYAY RAHHHH I’M WATCHING TF: ONE TODAY I’M SO EXCITED GRRRR. Toxic yaoi breakup here I come…

[flamewar05]

Windblade series in a nutshell

[spicycury13]

Im a certified wheeljack fan

[showstopper35]

Perfect Invention - Starjack

a/n- feeding the 3 starjack shippers with this one. fluff.

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When Wheeljack woke up, he saw Star standing in front of their floor-length mirror. An unnecessary addition to their already extravagant quarters, but it had made Star happy so he had bought it nonetheless.

Star's face was contorted in that familiar scowl, looking both annoyed and slightly frustrated. He moved his perfect silver claws down his hips and thighs, glaring at himself in the glass.

"Star...?" Wheeljack asked, his voice soft and groggy.

Star looked faintly startled, and even a bit guilty. It was a rare look for him, one Jackie did not like. He watched as his winged partner schooled over his features, his expression returning to that coy aloofness that came with years of believing he deserved better.

"Good morning, dearest," Star said, leaning over the bed as Jackie sat up to kiss him softly.

Dearest, huh? So he was upset about something. Still, he let his partner kiss him, bringing one big hand up to cup Star's flawless, sharp face. Jackie stretched after they moved apart, slowly getting out of bed as Star practically sashayed into the kitchen. Those seekers and their damn heels.

Jackie follows him into the kitchen, watching his partner's wings shift in the windows' light. Sometimes it was like he was seeing him for the first time again, wanting to re-memorize every groove in his plating and minuscule scratch in his paint. Jackie wraps his arms around Star as the Seeker stands at the counter, burying his face into the crook of Star's neck.

"Clingy." The Seeker scoffs, but from the way his wings droop slightly, he enjoys the affection. He takes some energon from the dispenser and places it in two bowls, handing one to Jackie. He takes it with a nod of thanks, and they sit down at their small table that Star insists on calling a dining table, even though it only has room for four chairs.

They eat in silence for a bit before Jackie speaks up in a cautious voice. "What's the matter?"

Star puts on a mask of confusion, the one he does when he's trying to play dumb. It's never worked on Jackie.

"What do you mean? I am perfectly alright, especially now that you are awake." Star says, suddenly picking at his food.

"What was all that glaring at the mirror, then?" Jackie pushes. The only way to get through to Star is to press, even if he ends up scratching back. Star looks away for a minute, most likely trying to come up with a lie.

"I was just...inspecting myself." He mutters, trying to seem dismissive.

"You looked beautiful, as always," Jackie says, just as soft.

There's a beat as Star looks at him, his optics narrowed, most likely searching Jackie's face to see if he was lying.

"You really mean that?" His voice is uncharacteristically soft. He must be more upset than he lets on.

"Of course. Every time I look at you, it's like I am seeing you again for the first time."

"We met on a battlefield. It wasn't exactly a nice first impression." Star says, but he's trying not to smile.

"I don't care. I've fallen in love with you more and more every other time I see you. You're gorgeous, Star." Jackie says quietly.

"Even...if I'm cold-constructed?" His lover's voice is so small, perhaps the smallest Jackie has ever heard it.

Jackie gets out of his chair and comes around the table, kneeling in front of his lover. He takes one of Star's claws and squeezes it softly.

"Star, you know that doesn't matter one bit. You are perfect the way you are." He looks into Star's red optics, trying to show him how sincere he is being.

"I was made in a lab. Made to be perfect. I'm a fake, I'm just a shitty imitation of what could be, I-" Jackie silences him with a touch to his cheek.

"You are a beautiful invention, far more beautiful than anything I could have created. You are not a fake because you are yourself, Star. And I love you for who you are." He cups his lover's cheek, stroking his thumb across Star's sharp cheek-plating, watching his optics soften.

Star is quiet for a moment. Then another. He then gently turns his helm, placing a soft kiss on Jackie's palm. He remains quiet, pressing another soft kiss to his lover's fingers.

"I really love you, Star," Jackie says softly. "I don't care if you weren't forged. You are the most beautiful thing ever made in all of Cybertron."

Star's wings twitch, his body giving a slight shudder before he leans forward, pressing his face into Jackie's neck. Jackie rubs his back softly, just between his wings.

"I...I love you too. Thank you." He mumbles, bringing his arms around his partner's white and grey shoulders. Star closes his eyes, breathing softly.

Jackie strokes his helm, then runs a hand across the top of Star's wings, causing his lover to shiver.

"Don't push it." comes a soft growl, Star's voice muffled against his neck. Jackie laughs softly, earning a small bite from Star.

"Hey, watch the fangs!"

"Shut up, Jackie."

[richduckz]

Holy shit. I just woke up from a dream of a Starjack fic. I have to write it now. I have to write it.

It was about Starscream and Wheeljack having a sort of relationship going on but Starscream is touch averse. Then, he accidentally visits WJ's apartment while drunk, and WJ takes his chance to touch SS and falls for him harder.

It literally came to me in a dream.

I'm gonna write it now. Fuck showers this is important.

[tarn-ation]

Idk why I drew this but ig a weird mix of g1 and idw jackie

[benadrylcandlewhack]

He's so pretty in this art style

[tech-obssessed-shark]

wheeljack wednesday posting

[revelboo]

It was a happy day when I found this treasure trove of reader insert transformers fics <3 Thank you for writing these.

You mentioned that the idw/g1 wheeljack fic is currently your favourite, what a coincidence it also happens to be my current favourite :D I swear that mech is criminally under appreciated. If you still have the enthusiasm to write that one I would love to see more. I need to see the human reassure wheeljack that they are not going to just abandon him. Please he deserves the world :')

Oooh drama. Yes, please

Circuits and Wires Pt 4

IDW Wheeljack x Reader

• Bent over a project, he’s aware of you watching him. Also very aware that you’re sitting crosslegged much closer to what he’s working on than he’d like and the little clinking as you toy with the pin to the fire extinguisher in your lap is distracting him. It’s not because you don’t trust him, but because his latest doohickey just keeps overheating and catching on fire. And he almost suspects that you’re enjoying putting the fire out and then walking over to drag a new extinguisher closer from the pile.

• Honestly, you’d have given up after whatever that thing is had caught on fire the first three times, but that’s one of the things you like best about Wheeljack. No matter how many times he fails, he doesn’t get discouraged or give up. He just laughs it off, that low, rumbling sound warm as it spreads through you and he starts over. You like watching him work, hearing him try to explain stuff to you, talking like he’s certain you can understand even if you rarely do. And this experiment isn’t the explosive kind at least. “You’ve got it this time,” you say, smiling up at him when he glances your way. Those vocal indicator fins on his helmet flicker mauve before shifting back to their normal cheery blue.

• No matter how many times he fails, you just keep encouraging him and that spreads warm through him, twines about his spark as he pauses to reach and run the tip of a servo over your cheek and you rest your palm against him. Smiling and that little thing reminds him that this can’t last no matter how much he wants it to. But he can’t keep delaying, sooner or later you’re going to get hurt. “Been talking to a few bots,” he says, reluctantly breaking that contact when he just wants to pick you up, hold on to this. “I think Ratch might take you on. You could help out with little stuff he can’t easily get to.”

• Your breath catches as you stare up at him, trying to figure out what you did wrong. Why he doesn’t want you with him anymore. Probably because he has to worry about you getting hurt all the time, divide his time between his work and you. Maybe he’s grown to resent that. Shoulders slumping, you nod and twist your back on him, because you’re not about to start bawling about this even if his rejection hurts. “If I did something wrong, just tell me,” you say, hating how your voice hitches. “I’ll stop doing it.”

• The hurt in your voice surprises him. That you think he’s just annoyed with you and trying to pawn you off. “It’s not anything you did.” It’s him. How can you not understand that everyone else is right and he’s a walking disaster area? You can’t be just more collateral damage. “The lab isn’t safe for humans. Ratch can-“

• “I don’t want to stay with Ratchet,” you mutter, shoulders hunching and still refusing to look at him. Because you are crying now and you scrub at your face with the back of a hand, mortified and angry. “I like being with you.” You big, sweet idiot. Hiding your face in your hands when he walks around and resisting when he uses a servo to try and move your hands away. Giving up hiding the crying, you swat his servo and glare up at him, aware of how red and splotchy your face must be. The way he freezes, his vocal indicators an edgy yellow-green. “I want to stay.” Don’t make me leave, please.

• Oh. Your chin lifts even as tears roll down your cheeks, because he’s seriously misjudged how attached you are to him and it’s a surprise that warms him. Because you’re this upset about being separated from him and it does things to his spark. You really care this much about him? He’s reaching for you, servos closing around you to lift you and cradle you against the warm mesh of his neck. Shivering as you press your wet cheek against him, making that little, broken sound that hurts his spark. “I want you to stay, too,” he admits, even as worry eats at him. He can protect you, even from himself. He has to, because he can’t lose this.

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My workplace’s theme for Halloween is 80s and one of my coworkers asked if I had any toys from that era or inspired by it. And I think I worried her when I just grinned like a crazy person and asked how much she needed, because I have TRANSFORMERS- and she accidentally gave me an excuse to share my nerdy stuff. Poor kid had that vaguely uncomfortable look people get when they realize they’ve just made a critical, possibly catastrophic error.

Maybe I made the error- a coworker just put on the Megatron helmet and went through the building loudly declaring that they’re Optimus Prime… I just don’t have the heart to correct them…

[onyxstic]

Basically how every interaction went between these two 😭

[kriminalistic]

kiss

[transingthoseformers]

Oh,ok! Thanks

I was reading a set of fics and, mixing with what was already on the blog, came this plot here:

In this idea, the Lost Light accidentally ends up in the Tfp universe (they weren't even traveling at the time, but they parked on cybertron and were in wheeljack's lab), starscream came with them along with his sparklings

Here I will put the details:

1-Starscream is in his "true form" (which I particularly find beautiful)

2-The sparklings are the jettwins (tfa jetfire and tfa jetstorm)

3-He is in a polyamorous relationship with bumblebee, wheeljack and windblade (mainly because we couldn't decide which ship to use 🤣)

Obviously there is a lot of chaos as none of the three groups (the "intruders", the bots and cons) expected this

Ooo ok so that's gotta have interesting results, especially since thinking about when in tfp they find themselves in

[wheeljvckie]

Happy wheeljack wednesday<3 (a little late), here you have Wheeljack photos 😸💙