Hoist is someone who likely has an abundance of free time, boredom stuck to him like an uncleanable glue. messaging and calls with you are something he looks forward to, entranced by your retelling of the day's events, overeager to hear about what he was up to. he can’t help himself, able to divulge himself when it comes to taking breaks from his daily tasks, always looking for your company if available. so accustomed to your voice that if time passes him by where he’s expecting a call from you, he’s definitely questioning it in the back of his mind. Hoist likely wouldn’t gather the courage to be so forward at first, persuading himself that you hadn’t called because something came up and not because something was amiss. you have things you need to accomplish for the day, getting tied up with another assignment is not anything to get worked up over.
it’s later the same evening that Hoist breaks the self-restraint, fumbling to give you a call that rings on and on, longer than he’s ever experienced. it dips into your voicemail, to which the green mech offers a supportive and cheerful message, hoping everything is well. toying with the idea the entire time, he eventually concludes the message with an: “I’ve missed you,”. it’s a step outside his comfort zone, saying something so brave over the phone and not in person, but he means it. Hoist misses you so much, and can’t help but fret well into the night that something must be very, very wrong. you’ve never disappeared this long on him before, and while you have situations every now and then where you’re unavailable, you always give him a heads up. being absent for this long raises some distress, insatiable until he hears your voice or sees your face. [preference on the latter].
he steps away from base early the next morning to seek you out. even if he drives past your work to see that your car has moved there, or hopes to catch a glimpse of you on your way out the door. Hoist only finds relief when you call him, rambling apologies over and over. you’re fine, and safe. he doesn’t care the reason for your nonappearance, obviously unless you are hurt or having a problem. you don’t have to explain yourself, but Hoist also can’t keep his composure rightened upon your reunion. his digits find your form and stay there, cradling you to his face as he hums in delight, ecstatic to have you here. he’d likely never tell you just how restless he was, but it’s safe to say all is well in his optics now.
while Perceptor is known to disappear at times, he’s definitely made better strides to be more vocal and transparent when he is able to do so with you. he enjoys your company, looks for it even when he has the chance to steal you away for a few hours of privacy. however, an unexpected quiet from you is another story, something that sets off alarms in his processor very early on. even when you don’t pick up his call the first time, Perceptor’s brow raises, an audible hum of confusion stumbling forth. he doesn’t bank on you being always available on his schedule, but he’s also well aware that he hasn’t heard from you in a reasonable time frame per your character. when things don’t add up in his mind, he’s pretty quick to set out to find you, asking in passing if anyone has seen you, or knows of your whereabouts.
while he isn’t the most fondest of communication via technology, he respects its functionality and facility. in instances where he’s away for quite a while, he’s come to anticipate and appreciate your encouraging messages and thoughtful words. Perceptor is well aware that you’ve got him wound around your finger, but he can’t help himself to concede to such small requests you propose every now and then, mostly in his favor regardless. you miss him, and you want to see him. he feels the same, so who is he to tell you no, not now? somewhere along the line, he’s found himself talking to an empty chair, thinking you’re there and seeking your advice but you are attending to your own responsibilities, away.
Perceptor isn’t going to stop until you’re found, so he does try you a handful more times whilst searching for you. he’d claim he isn’t overly worried, not initially, but his hastened pace gives him away. his only reassurance is perhaps things ran late at work/class, or you had a change of plans that didn’t stick to your schedule. that’s totally fine with him, but if it’s going onto the next day, and still nothing from you? Perceptor is entirely stumped and overly troubled by your unusual behavior. ultimately, upon finding you and discovering the reason for your silence, a sigh of relief can be witnessed in his frame. one that starts in his shoulders, able to visibly see them relax beside a mumble of: “I am so glad you’re alright,”. all he could ever ask is that you’re happy and healthy, so the ease can’t help but flood him when he takes in that you’re well.
“Radio one to y/n, anybody home?” Jazz isn’t one to fret about impromptu silence on your end, sympathetic to the fact you have daily tasks to be completed that don’t align with his spare time to chat. ever the tease, he’s also very likely to assume you’re being playful or hard to get, sometimes not answering right away or pretending as if he had the wrong number. no, he most definitely has the right number, but plays along if only to hear your fits of giggles. so the first stretch of time with silence from you isn’t insane, and Jazz isn’t all riled up over it until he tries you again later on. then again, knowing full well you are long out of work/class [another mech who has your schedule committed to memory], and you always give him a call afterward. sure, sometimes he can’t be there to pick you up, but he appreciates the check-in more than you understand. you’re safe, and perhaps he can steal some more of your time before being pulled away to responsibilities.
after the third or fourth try, Jazz leaves a handful of messages. they start a little jokingly, “You’re gonna get it when you finally pick up,” then fall to a little more desperate, “Where did you go? Are you alright?” and eventually settle on something twinged with guilt. “What, did I do somethin’ wrong? Ya mad at me?” you are very important to him, and the grand unknown when he can’t get ahold of you in the way he is so accustomed to, he’s on the move. favors are cashed in if he’s supposed to be elsewhere, and at this point nothing could stop him from heading in the direction of your home. Jazz is also calling you the whole way there as well, ignoring the pit in his stomach that only winds tighter at each going to voicemail, his garbled thoughts filling your inbox and then some.
his composure remains but it’s a struggle to keep it up when so much worry consumes him. whatever the situation may be, the reason you were away from your phone for a while, he doesn’t need to know. your apologies are not required, all Jazz cares about is that you’re alright, guilty of holding you a little tighter and closer in the aftermath. always gentle, but there’s a protectiveness that brims in him in your regard, and if anything happened to you and he wasted precious time? it’s an unforgivable action in his optics, knowing next time to just head straight to the scene of the crime, either your place or work/class. “Jazz?” you pull back, fingers skating under his chin, wholly in a consoling and gentle manner. “Why did I just get a notification that my voicemail is full?”
[a/n: many thanks for the suggestions for characters this time around, this was fun to write!! 🫶]
Would you be able to do crush/relationship headcanons for Perceptor? I just need some more of my nerdy guy 👉🏻👈🏻
_perceptor x reader hc’s
[a/n: sure! honestly, me too. I had sm fun writing these!! <3!!]
you’d be blissfully unaware for a long while in reference to the fact that perceptor harbors romantic feelings for you, especially with how he behaves after such a realization consumes him. not even in a vague sense, because he isn’t sharing that information, confident that he can not only keep this suppressed, but keep up appearances as normal. perceptor is unable to part with the sentiment so willingly, not when he’s already mapped out about nine different scenarios that all end with you saying no. in his mind, it’s particulars that are best to keep to himself, waiting for a better suited time then trying to shove it from his processor. even if it arises effortlessly, without doubt, every time you’re in the same room as him. perceptor carries on being friendly and congenial with you, never directing personal frustrations your way. it’s like nothing ever occurred to him, but his outward demeanor does not match the rampaging thoughts that are circling his processor on a daily basis.
it’s become a standoff, whether you bring your feelings forward first or perceptor loses the ability to keep his stifled. and on those placing bets, it’s more than likely the former, as perceptor is pretty sure he could carry such a secret far longer. he’s found himself cowardly in that sense, afraid to break something that doesn’t need to be remedied. it’s perfect the way it is, your current friendship, and while he would be immensely elated to see it escalate to a romantic status, he’s convinced himself otherwise. the copious amounts of ‘advice’ and relentless nudging wasn’t entirely helping his case either, feeling like every time he caught your attention, someone else caught that he was after it in the first place.
upon entering a romantic relationship, it’s effortless to tell that the things he was already doing for you were silent displays of affection. quality time or acts of service I can see being his love languages, but heavy on acts of service. anything that perceptor can assist you with, it’s an immediate response, no questions asked. he’s also the type of mech to do it without being prompted, but if you approach him with a difficult problem he’s more than happy to offer advice if that’s what you’re seeking on the subject. speaking of, he’s also a very good listener as well, hearing you out from beginning to end before proposing suggestions or pointers. you can actively see him thinking it through, wanting to extend the best possible counsel, hopeful to lead you in the best direction. on the other hand, perceptor finds himself approaching you for opinions and direction as well, pleased to have your undivided attention and suggestions for a resolution.
affection is for behind closed doors and there only. it’s private, and while perceptor is overjoyed to oblige you in the solitude of his quarters, there are small gestures that happen outside of them. well-deserved wins or favorable outcomes merit celebration. perceptor finds that high-fives regarding achievements make you laugh. laughter of delight, soft and meaningful as if you can’t quite find the right words to say at the given moment. neither could he, as to why he proffered his servo to you, knowing that you would wordlessly understand the implication. on several occasions, he’s willing to let you sit on his lap while he’s working, so long as it’s not dangerous. if there’s a chance for you to get hurt, it’s an instant no, but in the early stages of tests and assessments you are more than welcome to join him. perceptor sometimes waits for you to ask, other times, an impatience arises and he’d rather just have you right where he can see you. whilst sitting on his lap, he definitely hunches a bit so he can mumble each step of what he’s doing, voice just above a whisper.
attentiveness and vigilance are qualities in which Perceptor takes great pride in possessing, particularly when they concern a certain individual. there isn't any hesitancy or doubt either, when he is set on something he intends so see it through in full, never careless in execution. things align peculiarly, not in a detached way, yet enough that Perceptor truly has to step back and process how everything snowballed so quickly. it's never a complaint, it arrives with astonishment alongside a burst of praise he cannot wait to share with you. he considers himself the extremely lucky one, to have not only strong affection, but reciprocated feelings from you. gratification is the only true explanation he can find, truly enamored by your ability to so effortlessly bring him profuse happiness.
easily enough, the dynamic never shifts or becomes something of the past. there's a deep rooted fondness that escapes behind closed doors, only after the exchange referencing romantic sentiments occur. outwardly, everything appears as if nothing changed, diving head-first into long-winded conversations that make you feel so loved and appreciated. what begins as a random topic or a simple question often evolves into hours-long discussions, diverging and branching off in numerous directions. Perceptor would sit and listen to you talk all day long if he could, ever the multi-tasker but itching to hear your explanation and rationale on the subject. you hold remarkable intelligence, and your smile carries a warmth that can brighten any room. when Perceptor looks to you, he finds a sense of home that he can't quite define with words, but it momentarily overwhelms him with a sense of safety. as if his feelings were permanently shielded from ever being made a mess of again.
you aren't able to hide much from Perceptor, and that includes good surprises and the unfavorable situations you aren't so ready to discuss. he's taken notice that you speak very loudly with your eyes, deflection and disquiet your means of escaping conversations you'd rather not debate, lest not presently. he is never one to push nor pry, yet he'd make it abundantly clear that he's ready to talk whenever you are, meaning that in full. Perceptor is copiously compassionate, someone who's words of encouragement and understanding are genuine. nothing gets past him, in the most unselfish and supportive way possible. for how calm and impassive he appears in surface-level tendencies, Perceptor will always be one of the most benevolent and sympathetic personalities, consistently attentive and devoted whenever it concerns his s/o.
Could I request a little cute stargazing scene with Perceptor? 👉🏻👈🏻
_perceptor x reader
the idea struck you a little easier, but the bashfulness that arose once actually translating the proposition was unfounded. you'd thought it'd be simpler, alike to the many conversations you've had in reference to it, but such a thing made it all feel a little unusually formal. perhaps you were overthinking it, but if he thought similarly to you, as he tended to do, then it would, without a doubt be taken as a proposal for something a little more than an outing as friends.
while you could uncover the simultaneous excitement and nervousness within that, you weren't so sure how he would react. from your inability to stifle your surprise, Perceptor returns with a blatant look of confusion. why you thought he would say no was unimaginable, as he and many others are well aware anything that you ask of him is an prompt yes, no questions asked.
that perplexity dissipates once he finds himself in the moment, enamored by the simplicity and care put into your efforts. you do appear somewhat... tense, an unfamiliar rigidity to your shoulders that seems misplaced.
Perceptor finds comfort in the back and forth, his attempts to find common ground whilst you chatter off your impressive knowledge.
"That would be Ursa Major, no?"
he mumbles, trying his damndest to keep the peace that had settled over the two of you. it all felt so perfect, himself laid out on his back atop the grass behind the base, yourself in a similar position above his shoulder, a fuzzy blanket beneath you.
you, bathed in the soft light from the moon, endeavor to follow his raised digit, eyes scanning across the midnight sky. "Yeah!" you return, unaware he had turned his helm your way, observing you intently. "The Big Dipper,"
"Oh?" it's soft, gentler than he had anticipated. "I thought it was also the Great Bear,"
you nod happily. "It's also known as that, too."
a few moments pass you both by, yourself fleetingly wondering why he hasn't spoken or pointed anything else out amongst the stars. it's obvious as to why when you turn toward him, a happy smile adorned to your features.
"Hi." you offer, taking immediate notice of the flicker within his cerulean stare.
"Hello," he hums, enamored with how beautiful you are. "I am enjoying myself, you should know."
you laugh, still quiet as if also worried to break the tranquility. "Is that so?"
"Just a little..." Perceptor starts with really no intention to conclude his sentence.
"Distracted?" you finish, body language radiating ease. "Yeah. Me too,"
[a/n: omg YES, of course you can!!! <3 & I'm so sorry this took me a min. in return, I have a meme that I thought of while writing this:
