I keep thinking about trying to lean up against OP but accidentally bonking your head on him instead
"Hey, I don't know how, but we'll figure it out somehow" they say, leaning up against the metal husband man, sweet moment ruined by a
Bonk
"Ow"
Like imagine trying to be affectionate w/ him by headbutting him gently but u put too much force into it and once again u get gonked out
"I like this one, feisty"
"Ironhide"
That's almost how I imagined this one ask, I got a request for prompt 88 with Optimus. Although it doesn't have the vulnerability from the readers pov but it's got general pining Optimus pov.
I'm surprised no one picked up on reader in the previous one being a dumbass with the sun blinding them and searching for Optimus' handle for a solid 10 seconds too long lmao.
Just general relationship headcanons regarding physical differences and Optimus' character development with a human s/o below <3 Primeverse because they're occupying my thoughts.
My hc is that he'd feel guilty in the beginning of the relationship regarding his hard edges, but especially if you were to get hurt from him. A scratch from him could send his nerves alight for days.
(Don't read car crash statistics to him, just don't)
Humans always specify how "soft" their partners are and firm muscular toned bodies are still soft compared to him. He's never felt the need to be self conscious about the fact before meeting his s/o. Will need validation that yes, you chose him for a reason. Won't ask for it until the relationship is established.
He has a hard time trying not to catastrophize your two's relationship with the mile long differences and the surprisingly short distance it took for a human to work their way into his spark. With the added stress of the war is an immense guilt that weighs heavy on him, he only hopes he doesn't put too many problems on his s/o. Meaning, he's not going to confide in his s/o until it's an established relationship/after a huge turning point for him. Even if it's something as small as a self conscious thought, he justifies it being too small for anyone else to worry about. Although this doesn't apply to himself.
As the relationship develops his s/o will definitely notice his self-flagellation, seeping into something as small as his self conscious thoughts and building a wall between you to without meaning too. This man needs so much validation and he deserves it, but has a hard time believing it himself. It takes an honest conversation and time to at least let the storm settle over him, but he's intensely grateful for his s/o for even listening to him.
After the relationship is established he's the type to let a 'bonk!' moment pass without a comment but you see his usual soft smile grow slightly wider and squinted eyes in silent endearment. Even after all this time you still forget? He's swooning. Once he's comfortable in himself he will chuckle but mention it no further unless his s/o complains of a headache. Even then he couldn't bring himself to tease, just offer a trip to get pain medication. If it goes that far he's back to feeling guilty though.
Miko adds 'watch your head!' black and yellow warning stickers on Optimus' dashboard.
Can i request a small drabble of tfp ratchet with fem!human s/o who loves painting? She ends up painting him and he gets flustered about it, but still adores it.
Reader is human for this, GN!reader as I don't use pronouns.
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TFP! Ratchet x Artist! Reader HeadCanons
Ratchet wouldn’t flash an optic if you had your head down in a spiral notebook, he’s seen the kids do work with those lowly graphite pencils despite humans going through a technologically advanced renaissance currently. So he doesn't think twice of it, he may ask what you're up to over his shoulder as he's working but that's it.
He’s only judged those items based on their usefulness, though once you grab his attention with doodles of him... flustered is an understatement, and for once he’s ready to take back his rants about human paper. No, he won’t say he’s wrong but he will compliment your art no matter the medium because he respects any handiwork or careful craftsmanship.
He’ll reluctantly agree that debating the "usefulness" of art is a Pandora’s box, as you humans would refer to it, and doesn't want his aft ripped a new one by philosopher Optimus so he'll leave it at that.
If you do something off the wall like cosplay, miniature, or food art he’s confused and already thinking back to his old comment but will bite his glossa. Hard. He understands you have your interests and will leave you to them, he likes to ask what you’re up to though and can come off judgemental but he does like listening to your rants and sharing something you’re passionate about is one of his love languages. You can tell by the way he pays attention to every detail and asks how you're able to achieve the look of your strokes as he has no idea what type of "pigments" you use. Giving him a handful of examples leads to his earlier question; Why? After seeing your work though, he doesn't mind all the different inefficient ways. (He likes it.)
Once he's over his Ratchet spell he’s impressed with any medium of yours, although crochet, oil/charcoal paintings, and the laser lights installations are his favorites. The lasers are smaller replicas of the ways cybertronians used to celebrate their own holidays, closer to the smaller ones for the smaller gatherings.
Paintings are satisfying for him to watch, watching your hands as your knuckles move under skin and the twist in your wrist with each stroke. Also is a hypocrite and likes charcoal a lot, especially as you use your small fingers to smudge and- He’s going to stop himself there.
Any art made of him completely flusters him, he’s having to clear his throat and stumbles over his words slightly before getting a compliment out. His helm is flushed, depending on who’s at base he’s getting teased. He’s hoping he can keep his back turned at his station and away from anyone’s eyes or optics.
He does not know how to play it off if someone were to tease him because he doesn’t want to act like it’s no big deal towards your work, though he’ll grumble out a-
“Don’t you have a patrol route to get to?” Or he brings up whatever stupid things has landed them in his medbay and they usually shut up so they get fixed the next time.
Later on that night he rewards you with affection he’d otherwise not give in public, cuddles before bed being one of many things he has planned and the tired Ratchet classic. Watching you paint and invest in your hobbies makes him long for a domestic life with you, for now he'll take the small moments between.
Hi fellow mass effect writer! May I request some Tali x Fem reader showing and kissing their scars plss
AN: Yes this took forever, yes I became intimidated of writing for years, yes I'm apologizing for it, no I can't promise it won't happen again. Cheers.
Takes place in ME1, established relationship. I wanted to leave the scar placement vague but the reader does get 'kissed', hope you enjoy. Comfort Drabble in 3rd person POV.
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Tali'Zorah X Reader - Scars Drabble
Your scars were never the topic of conversation and she was always too nervous to ask out of respect, so it never came up. Although now looking at your state she wishes she did, at least she'd know what to do. As she entered the small bunk you stood upright, fixing your uniform in a rush and pointedly not meeting her eyes. You're staring at your feet, though she can still see the visible tear tracks down your cheeks.
"Ahem, hi Tali, lunch al-ready..? Ahem.."
At your fumbling Tali's helmet tilted rightward and you could tell she wasn't buying it.
"Are you alright?"
Her voice translator rang out, you sighed, running a hand through your hair; knowing it wasn't a question.
"I'm just looking at myself and wishing they were gone. I hate the reminder…"
She hummed, you've still yet to look up and meet her eyes- well, helmet. You made no move to leave or speak, she doesn't pry and instead she takes a couple steps forward. You spare a glance and see the light glow of her eyes staring back, from what little you could see with the light reflecting on her visor, her brow was pinched in concern.
"Well, whenever I look at you I see someone brave, who's fought their way to get here. And-"
She wrapped her silk suited arms around your waist, pulling you into her embrace. "I'm glad you made it."
Back to chest, you leaned into the affection. Sighing with a small smile on your face, you take a second to relish it and close your eyes… Before you feel the glass of her helmet 'bonk!' your right shoulder. Your eyes meet hers in the mirror, an eyebrow of hers raised.
"Thank you Tali." Seeing your smile and figuring you felt better, she squeezed you in her embrace then let go. You leaned back, seeking her comfort just for her to grab your hand with a giggle as you pouted.
"Lunch?"
Both yours and her days were busy so having what little time you could when your lunches align is a miracle and like hell were you missing it. Your smile grows as you squeeze her gloved hand and leave the bunks.
Established relationship, new relationship jitters, anxiety ridden don and reader, autistic coded don and reader (as much as I could fit in a small one shot anyway), self indulgent, beware.
Word Count: 722
I sat on the windowsill by the fire escape, waiting per usual. Keeping myself busy was the hardest part, especially when my turtle boyfriend came to visit. His semi-uncommon down time saved for our date night had me antsy, running around making sure everything's clean left myself with little left to do but wait. I turn back around to the window and look out.
No one.
Thinking about him while he was gone wasn't healthy, though when he rushed out I couldn't help my nerves. Him and his brothers attempts at getting New York under control was admirable, but nerve wrecking. The things they've seen and fight... I sigh, turning back to my phone, while waiting I read to pass the time.
Finally, the knock on the window made me jump up. I didn't even hear him land on the scaffolding outside, though I expected such. Hurriedly unlocking the window and opening it as wide as I could, I saw the purple bandana first as he ducked inside.
It'll always feel special when he comes over, though at first odd to see the terrapin in my living room the first handful of times; now it's his home as much as mine.
"Y/N?"
I snapped out of it, realizing I was staring and held my head low to hopefully hide my blush.
"U-uh I, ahem... Am so glad your here."
Smooth. He laughed and I didn't even care if it was at me, his deep chuckle a reminder of what I was missing earlier. I sighed.
"Any particular reason?"
"Can't I be happy my boyfriend decided to stop by?"
After the heat cooled from my face I cast a quick glance at him to see him just as flustered as myself. His hands wrung each other in nervousness and his eyes were anywhere but mine, some habits I picked up on. Though we've been dating a month, the butterflies have yet to leave the confines of my ribs and his too apparently. I could tell the change in the atmosphere when I'd called him mine, my boyfriend that day..
I bit my lip, swaying from foot to foot as I thought it over.
"You want to say something."
He could always tell, but being put on the spot I rushed to give an explanation.
"Yeah, I was wanting to ask.."
He smiled and walked closer, our bodies just a foot away. His frame towered over mine, I figured no matter how tall or short I was I'd always have to crane my neck to look him in the eye.
A three fingered hand reached for my elbow, sliding down to grasp my hand in his much larger ones. I reflexively looked up and couldn't look away. His golden eyes shined past his bandana, the purple bringing out the shine in them. His mouth quirked in a soft smile, immediately bringing my attention back to the matter at hand.
"You can tell me," his other hand reached for mine and I met him halfway. His three fingered hand dwarfing my own. "If you want."
"Can I kiss you?"
He smirked, knowingly. That shy but sly scientist really made me ask-
"Any time."
I rolled my eyes, smiling as I lay a hand along his shoulder and slid it down his firm chest. Looking up, I smiled softly at him through my lashes. His own softened as he stared at my lips.
...Awkward pause.
"...are you gonna lean down?"
He blinked, shaking his head out of the trance he was in.
"Oh, right."
My giggle was cut off as he wasted no more time, a muscular arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me flush against him. I'm sure I looked silly with my feet dangling above his shins but I'm too happy to care. Wrapping my legs around his waist the best I could still forced me to rely heavily on his hands holding me up by my thighs.
With our eyes finally able to meet, I could only quit staring once he kissed me. Although his lips could dwarf mine his mouth moved so sensually, loving and sweet. He raised the back of his hand to my face, the semi rough texture caressed my cheek. I could tell he missed me as much as I missed him.
Liara t'soni x reader younger sister headcanons or any format you would prefer. I've always thought about how having a younger sister may have helped her throughout or possibly if you prefer even shaped her as a person before where the games start off. How do you think this would have effected liara?
I usually overthink my writing but with this one I decided to edit less and it was wrote in the span of 2 days. I hope you like it, I started rambling on the story hc's... 😅
Liara T'Soni x Sibling! Reader
Story Headcanons
She definitely envied those with siblings, she was surrounded by matriarchs (her mother’s friends, her own coworkers) and any young asari really weren’t interested in her field of study or couldn’t keep up with her rants.
Having a sibling would’ve been the best thing for her. She would have better socialization skills outside of talking to mentors or those she views as «superiors» and finally be able to differentiate casual conversation from those she would have with said superiors.
Whether she’s the older or younger sibling doesn’t matter, she’ll have to ask for advice for her interpersonal relationships... In which she has near to none but she’s trying. Her sibling being the first she goes to rant about her hypothesis and the matriarch's opinions as they brushed her off. She would listen in turn, despite her lack of social skills she’s an amazing listener.
Both of you grew closer after Benezia’s death, Liara having a hard time repeating all their mother said before she passed. How Liara could only fight the guilt of her death with her own parent’s words, letting her know it’s okay. Liara gets hit hard with her loss and is made harder when she's the one who has to tell you the news. She keeps up a front for Shepard, for the team, with your nightly calls though she rants and cries and finally lets it out. She’s embarrassed by how much she cried and relied on you but you’re both there for one another, what’s a sibling for?
I see her not wanting to ask for help once ME2 rolls around, even from her sibling, due to her wanting to grow and be independent. After Shepard died she, like the others, was left lost but especially Liara. She was young and was hanging onto every word out of Shepard’s mouth, even without the talk of prothean beacons and visions. She’d followed Shepard to the end of the earth if need be, but now she’s left with the knowledge of the inevitable end of the world as they know it and no direction. No leader to point the way.
She couldn’t just drop and leave everything Shepard found out behind. So she settled herself as an information broker to try to help, making friends, making enemies, and the more she got into sketchy stuff the more she pushed others away. Including her own sister, while she couldn’t keep the fact of her new job under wraps she could keep the nitty gritty details out. This will definitely lead to an argument, even with the danger she put herself in just joining the Normandy... at least she told you what was going on, what she could on a government ship. Now you understand what comes with the new job, secrets were what she specialized in now, but not with you. Never had it been with you.
Liara has big lessons to learn about leaning on someone for help and separating her own individual identity and needs from anyone else. Although she strives to be as independent as possible, to be someone her sister could look at and depend on, she’d done the opposite and pushed you away. She’ll talk to you through secret channels, won’t let you walk into her own office or outside it unless you pretend you’re looking around the market, especially when she knows she has an infiltrator for the Shadow Broker in her channels. She’ll tell you that much, so you’ll understand why she does this, but the distance between you two doesn’t hurt any less.
It would be her sister that’d pull her out of her funk, Liara would realize that she wasn’t there for her sister despite everything she was doing being for her sisters sake; And in turn apologizes, you two would have to have a real heart to heart.
Cutesy Headcanons
She messaged you showing you quick pics she’d get of her finds whenever something was found. Or throughout the day you would get a random message that you could tell was a quick ramble of something else a matriarch has done.
L : Why even hire younger asari when they don’t listen.
Y/N : That Karen again?
L : yes :/
She’s brought back rocks that aren’t really special except it was smooth and she wanted it, being reason enough. I can see her being like Suvi in Andromeda and licking rocks lmao.
Benezia would dress you two alike as kids no matter the age gap, you two keep the tradition as teens with similar looks because planning each other’s outfits is fun. You both shared jewelry, once you’re both grown one of you has to make sure to get duplicates though to avoid arguments.
Liara likes sudoku, crosswords, and the like. You’re already prepared to hand over the cereal box so she can look at the backside for anything to play. If you share the same interest in puzzles she’ll ask to compete and see who finishes first or who finds the words first. She's good too.
If there’s nothing she settles for reading her notes, she keeps a notebook and pen on her at all times to write stuff down from small reminders to longer paragraphs she’ll add to her journal entries later. She’d speak into an Omni tool and record it as logs if only speaking and taking notes orally wasn’t so embarrassing in front of others, so the notebook is more handy. Especially if you tease her, with others she’d be flustered but you, her sister she’d give a sarcastic frown to the best of her ability. She always breaks and smiles though.
She will listen to your interests as if they’re her own, and once she’s an information broker she’s able to let you know deets on popular media before anyone. (No matter how trivial it is compared to her other informants duties, she promises.)
She respects your privacy, especially after... the situation with Tali... she didn’t want to know those specific upgrades to her suit but it was useful? Yeah, there’s some things she’s better off not knowing and your "tastes" is one of them. She’s not that kinda "detailed" sister, personally. Will let you speak about your own sex life but she never knows what to comment so she just tries her best not to appear judgemental and add commentary, as her sibling you know good in well she doesn't but it’s funny to watch her flounder.
She hopes you'll turn to her if anything were to happen, she has assets now she can put to use if need be. She may threaten to flay someone alive but she still doesn't like getting her hands dirty. Unless they make it personal of course, ME2 Liara is built different. 💅
Once ME2 rolls around she loves getting breaks at the citadel to talk to you, letting you know when she'll be docking and telling you to change your look every time to make it harder to track you. Otherwise she'd grab herself a drink and work at a bench alone, she's glad to have company even if you two don't speak much and sit with each other. She appreciates the time you give her, especially with how demanding her job is.
102. "You're the only person I wanted to be with tonight." Optimus X Cybertronian! Reader
You sat topside of the base, the cliff overlooking the vast desert the Autobots and yourself have resided in for a while now. Knowing any moment this and possibly all of your comrades could be gone in a flash… at least you have moments like these.
"I thought you would be out here."
The same voice that commanded just hours ago was a soft rumble from behind. I didn't have to look to know who it was.
"Just needing to get outside for a bit, I thought you would be inside with the others?"
Optimus hummed, his pede steps having gotten closer before sitting beside you, his shoulder plate lightly nudging yours. You turn to smile at him noticing his solemn expression.
"You're the only one I wanted to be with tonight."
After turning you into a blushing mess he grabbed your servos in his, his thumb rubbing circles into the back of your own. He smiles softly down at your hung heated helm, a chuckle rising out of him at the sight.
"I frequently wish I was able to give you what you deserve.."
Having had this conversation before, you knew what he was getting at. Despite the heat from your helm you met his optics with determination.
"This is what I want," you squeeze his servos. "Moments like these, with you."
A smile spreads across his face, he leans in and bumps his forehead to yours, keeping his softened optics locked with yours.
Ratchet With A S/O With Short-Term Memory Loss! HeadCanons
- While usually seen as the big grump that he is, none of the other bots have seen such a caring side to the old mech until you came along. Everyone's had a taste of his bedside manner and avoids injuries for that reason alone. Although they start to understand once they realize you can't seem to follow their conversation from the last time they seen you, or even recall them at times. Although none of them mind reminding you or moving along to another topic like nothing happened if that's what you prefer.
- Ratchet's "caring side" isn't doting or mothering, he's very respectful and helps when you ask for it. Otherwise, he assumes you don't need it, you've lived this long on your own. Although that changes if you're his S/O, as he is left to his own devices at the base and will make time to make sure you remember to get off the couch and move... It makes him feel like he's helping in some way.
- He offered you a datapad (much too large for yourself) although settled for your "insufficient technology" (phone) to keep notes/reminders on. He also somehow got a messaging app for his datapad in case you ever need to directly message or call him.
- Will remind you of anything you mentioned needing to do so you can add it to your calendar or to-do list. He keeps mental notes whenever you speak about your plans for the day just in case. He most likely has a better handle over your schedule than you do.
- Realizes how frustrating it could be for you and reassures you that no, you aren't annoying. He doesn't mind and likes helping. "You are my sparkmate, you are not a burden. Now get up and stretch you haven't moved off that couch in hours." I headcanon his love language as acts of service and quality time, and he wishes he could be of more of a help to Team Prime out in the field in combat… he'll happily help you, and staying at the base is a lot more enjoyable with you. In turn, you wanting help reassures him that he's doing his part as your sparkmate.
- Will be your personal escort to the grocery store, doctor appointments, wherever. Arm in holoform arm. Will go the extra mile (ba dum-tss…) and walk to the doctor's waiting room with you so you both can go back to his alt-form together without incident. Or holding the shopping list as you both browse the aisles and acting as your parrot. Of course, if he can't he'll have one of the other bots, most likely Bee, go with you.
- He most likely asked if you wanted to move a few of your belongings or get duplicates for the base so he can watch you. He just wants you safe and will be worried if you're home alone, he'll be sending you messages throughout the day to make sure you are alright.
A little something I made for my own comfort, although while I finished it I had this nagging feeling that I'd read it somewhere and I'm living with this fear that I'm unconsciously copying someone sooo.... If I did, my bad, truly... Anyway, 2020's been a hell of a year huh... Happy New Years, let's hope for better, aye?
Pillows - Ratchet x Reader
I flopped on the bed, groaning and turning over towards the wall. Today's been one of those days that you wish were over as soon as it began. 11:37 pm, less than half an hour and I get to toss and turn for the next three hours in yet another insomniac night… Great. Sighing, I raise and start undressing when my favorite mech entered.
Standing in the doorway with a servo on the doorknob and a datapad in the other was Ratchet, optics glued to the pad as he closed the door to our shared room behind him. It wasn't until he went to place the datapad down did he glance up, doing a double-take at my state of undress.
I giggled and grabbed one of the many pillows and hugged it to my chest.
"Great timing." I tried to snark offhandedly although I'm sure the heat rushing to my face didn't exactly help pull it off because Ratchet chuckled.
"Excellent, actually."
He reached the short distance and scooped me up in his servos, a giggle rose out of me. His servos were careful as he lied back, resting me next to his helm on his oversized pillow. I slid in the perfect crook between his helm and shoulder plates, not that I had much of a choice due to his weight sinking me flush against him. But who's complaining? Not me.
I looked up at him just to meet his crystal blue optics. Smiling at the flushed look on his helm from being caught.
"Can you grab my pillows for me?"
"Hmph."
"Not that your shoulders aren't comfortable-" he paid me no mind, servo grabbing at the bed until he felt the soft pillows I needed before dropping them on top of me, "it's just-"
"I know."
He softly smiled, a rare occurrence that I'll never grow tired of. I gave an airy chuckle before situating myself. Pillow between knees, check, a pillow under my feet, check, and the softest pillow to hold, check. Last but not least my comforter (I'm glad he thought to grab.) pulled up to my chin. It was routine at this point.
I felt his silent chuckle through his shoulders, already knowing he has that scrap eating smirk on his face.
"I'd throw a pillow but I'm already comfortable."
"Uh-huh." I huffed, all of the cybertronians were learning human vocables recently. Seems the esteemed doctor, known for his passionate stance against anything human, was no different. I went to reach for the pillow between my knees, one I determined I could give up for the night if just to wipe that smirk off his handsome face.
"I'm not grabbing it for you if you throw it-"
Too late, it already smacked him in the dermas, him almost swallowing it mid-speech. I cackled and made to grab for more soft ammunition when his servos swiftly trapped me in them. I was a tangle of pillows and my huge ass comforter when I met him face to helm, soft ex-vents from his vents causing goosebumps on my skin, and a playful glare in his optics fixated to my eyes. His optics crinkled trying to stop himself from smiling, a look I knew all too well.
