How the ES!Autobots would react to you singing a love song in another language
that silly idea just arrived in my head listening to "Mon Amour - Remix" because, idfk, it has such a good vibe. I KNOW i haven't written shit for literal years but transformers got the best of me! Link of the song as the end, ASKS OPEN!!
The terrans part is NOT ROMANTIC!!! IT'S YOU ASKING THEIR OPINION ON SINGING IT FOR YOUR CRUSH!! don't make this weird pls
(Also I know I'm bad at writing. I just do it for fun so no judging pls!! Apologies for any spelling mistakes, english isn't my first language!)
Bumblebee
Would look at you like that exact emoji : “🤨”
The fuck you mean you can sing?
THE FUCK YOU MEAN YOU CAN SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE-?
He ends up loving it and even vibes a little, tapping his feet on the beat
Still confused about the meaning of the song
He asks you so many questions when you finish singing, since when you started learning the language, what does it mean, blablah.
You explain to him you were born and raised in Mexico, your parents would always talk to you in Spanish. You learned english by yourself when you changed country.
He's actually amazed at how good you speak both languages
He still hasn't forgotten about the meaning tho.
He begs you to know, but you don't give in, and let it as a mystery, because you're just silly like that. :b
Optimus Prime
If I had to also use an Emoji for his expression, it'll probably be : “😲”
He didn't expect you to sing at all, considering how shy you are
He even less expected you to sing WELL.
Not to complain.
He thinks your voice is very soft and even if he isn't too found of music in general, this one sounds strangely soft and optimistic.
Is it because you sing it? Maybe
It took him a few seconds to realize that if he wasn't understanding what you were saying wasn't because you were stumbling on your words, but because you were speaking another language.
He's very gently surprised by that fact, it makes him smile.
Not only because it only makes you look smarter to him, but also because he realizes you two are similar, both talking multiple languages.
He softly asks you what it means, not pushing too far.
He looks at you SO SOFTLY you cannot bring yourself to say no
You explain to him it's a love song, and he tries his best to fight the need to give in and kiss you. (He's a cutie patootie real no fake)
Starscream
Judges you at first. I'm not sorry.
Like why did you randomly start singing??
Why can't you even do it in THE RIGHT LANGUAGE
He seems annoyed tbh
You chuckle and tell him it's a love song, but you hold a strong bond to Spanish language
He relaxes and rolls his eyes, because he can't admit that it's actually sweet.
Thrash
You go up to him and asks him for an advice or two.
He immediately accept, staring at you like, bro/gurl, you got his full attention.
You explain to him you want to sing a song for a person you like, with a twist. It's a love song, but in another language.
He seems both interested and curious
You start singing it to have his opinion on the vibe, and when you're done, he aggressively nods. Approved by Thrash.
He seems curious on how you know Spanish, tho..
You explain to him your story real quick, that your parents come from Mexico but you changed country. You know the language by them.
He's amazed. You're such a cool person.
Will ask you a full translation of the lyrics!!
Twitch
You find her completing the chores to earn stars, she seems so focused and flying everywhere, it's hard to get her attention.
You have to tell her you'll give her your star if she helps you out.
It didn't take a lot more for her to sit on the floor, focused on what you're about to say. (Make it quick, her adhd head isn't going to hold for long :3)
You explain to her you want to impress your crush by using the little things you know the best.
Singing, and your ability to speak another language.
She immediately agrees, it's sweet and unique!!
She doesn't ask any questions and just tells you to go for it, like what are you waiting for??
Not in the normal way that humans are, but like... You know.
He's done everything in his power to make sure he *won't die*
He's made deals with religious entities he doesn't even believe in, he's gone against every law of science he can possibly break to find out what combination of organs and chemicals and horrible unethical surgeries will make someone invincible. He's done everything he can, and maybe it's enough.... For him.
But then he fell in love.
He fell for Scout. He fell for a clumsy little idiot who doesn't have any sense of self preservation. Scout charges headlong into a stream of bullets guarded by nothing but his thin, Mann Co issue t shirt and the hope he's fast enough to dodge it all. He's not, he never is, and Medic is so constantly aware of it.
But he can't recreate everything he did on scout. Scout isn't going to be the invincible übermensch that he made himself into, scout is always just gonna be a skinny kid from Boston with a buck toothed smile that, for some reason, medic can't stay away from.
He's waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, furiously checking Scouts pulse and making sure he's okay, because what if he just... Fades away? What if he's just gone one moment and that's it? All his work is for nothing because he can't enjoy it with anyone? He can't enjoy being alone anymore, not now that he's waking up every day with a muffled "mornin' tough guy, you sleep good?" in his ear. He can't live as the most powerful man in the world anymore, not if it means he can work late at night without Scout coming in and blabbering in his ear about something he has no interest about. Not if it means he's got to sleep alone again. Not if it means that he has to go back to being blissfully unattached, apathetic to human life, just doing whatever benefits *him*.
Because things were definitely easier without Scout, he didn't have any worries, any panicked nightmares about watching him bleed out because he's so painfully and horribly *human*
But as stressful as it is, hes... Happy. And he's never had that before. He's been content, he's been curious, he's been manic and obsessed, but never just... Happy. Happy to lay on the couch with a comforting weight on his chest, the weight of a much smaller man who loves him for everything he does no matter how insane. And he loves scout too, despite everything.
He can't function anymore. Everything he knew, everything he's been working for, it's all.... Worthless now, isn't it? All for a boy half his age with the emotional awareness of someone even younger.
• at first thought they were you being obnoxious or interrupting on purpose, so he got..peeved very quickly.
• he'd give little comments about the noise sometimes, never really meaning to sound snarky but of course it came off that way. until he did mean to be snarky.
• you were on patrol with him and your original plan was to be listening for break-ins, or the foot, or whatever. one too many verbal tics later and Leo's gone full leader mode and doesn't *stop talking* and it takes you telling him he's being mean for him to stop so you can explain you physically cannot help it.
• he doesn't make too many comments about the noise anymore.
• he always tries distracting you when they get bad, so your brain has something else to focus on. often now he's the one telling people off for being mean about it.
RAPH:
• raph.. gets overstimulated very easily. so constant strings of tics and twitches upset his brain quickly
• he does what he can to distract you or help you during attacks, but he can only help so much before he has to calm his brain so he doesn't flip out on you.
• akin to Leo he was also being a little mean when you told him, and being his partner he swiftly decided "fuck my upset brain, you're sad and I'm going to fix that"
• he copies small ones sometimes without realizing when you're alone. some of the ones he copies turn into stims, and a lot of the time he accidentally triggers them over and over until he realizes this is not, in fact, a fun little copy stimmy game and you might be in pain from it
• he will apologize for a solid 2 hours after even if you're fine, he feels so bad
MIKEY:
• before you told him, he would copy your tics constantly. if they weren't physical (i.e hititng yourself or something akin to that) he thought you were stimming, so he would do them back because mimicking people is his nonverbal way of bonding
• once you told him he flipped out.
• "why didn't you tell me?!" "i didnt want you to feel bad" "didn't that hurt though?!" "i mean. yeah. but it was funny." "DUDE-"
• if you get "booyakasha" as a tic he refuses to take the blame for it lmfao
• "you stole my word!" "you engraved your word into my brain." "i would never-"
• (same with Casey. if goongala is a tic now it's "not his fault, legally")
• he'll still copy them sometimes when he can't tell if it's a stim or a small tic, and he feels so bad when you correct him
• please don't be mad at him he means well i swear
DONNIE:
• realized pretty quickly it wasn't just you stimming or doing it on purpose
• like raph and Mikey he will copy you sometimes, not realizing it's not a stim
• when you tell him and he stops, he'll go "oh, im sorry. ...can we do the copy stim game my hands feel weird now."
• and thus the copy stimmy game continues properly this time </3
i didn't mean for this to sound like A-Team slander they just get angy so fast<///3
Hey I love your cuphead headcanons and I was wondering if you could do some Devildice general relationship headcanons and a few nsfw one's if you want to of course. Thanks!
A/n: I’ll admit: when I first joined the fandom, I wasn’t too hot on devildice/snake-eyes. But. I thought about it for a while and man. I get why it's so popular… That’s some good soup right there..
This is the first time I believe I wrote content for this ship, and though I said I’d try a more straightforward writing style, I think I accidentally reverted to old habits since this is unfamiliar territory for me :s
This sort of evolved into a “how they got together” and then general relationship hcs. I unfortunately didn’t include any nsfw hcs this time around since I feared it would’ve made the request far too long (^.^);
If you’re unhappy with the results, don’t be afraid to shoot me a message for a re-do!
General DevilDice Relationship Hcs:
The Devil and his right-hand man are akin to an open flame: bright, enduring, and wild. Once either of them decides that they want something, they’ll get it. The Devil was first pulled in by how King Dice was the first soul to be as cunning as he is in centuries; King Dice was intoxicated by the Devil’s ruthless determination to see his goal through, and the fact that the demon’s rumbling growls make a shiver go down his spine…
Mutual lust had built the foundation of their dynamic, yet both of them were far too stubborn to give in. Or at the very least, Dice had been more hesitant. The last thing he had wanted was to risk getting on the demon’s bad side if their relationship were to go south.
Nevertheless, the two fell into a game of cat and mouse. Each side refused to give in yet eagerly watched the other side– silently admiring their opponent all the while. Soon enough, the two fell into a pattern.
King Dice would light up the Devil’s cigars for him if he were present, eyes lingering around the way thin, coal-black lips wrapped around thick tobacco. Sometimes, he’d fish out a cigarette of his own and light it with the embers of the demon’s cigar. Each time, the two would lock eyes for a moment. Each time, the Devil was usually the first to look away with a quiet chuff; muttering something indecipherable as hints of red dusted dark cheeks. And each time, it coaxed a wry smile out of King Dice.
The Devil was a beast in every sense of the word. The demon cut an imposing figure— tall, great horns to match, jagged teeth and claws that could slice through skin like butter… It’s equal parts terrifying yet worthy of awe.
And though the die knows that the demon is capable of killing him in an instant, he can’t help but find it beautiful. All of it— even if the Devil couldn’t see it himself.
The entire dynamic between them shifted after the Cup brothers fiasco. For a while, there was nothing but bitterness (King Dice didn’t care for being called a “good-for-nothing lackey, after all). Tempers flared and many shouting matches were had.
For a while, they tried to ignore the incident altogether. They went back to their usual work routine. The playful banter they had was gone, suffocated by an air that crackled with tension. The game of cat and mouse became a minefield. Beneath it all, however, both men still found their eyes lingering on the other for far longer than acceptable….
The stalemate reached its climax when, after weeks of not speaking to the other, the Devil and his right hand shared a drink. One moment, the two were having a much-needed laugh as they joked about nonsense. The next, King Dice found himself on the lap of his boss, bow-tie undone and half the buttons of his white shirt torn off, and a bridge of spit connecting their lips.
After that incident, neither man saw the need to beat around the bush. One day, in the middle of some paperwork, the Devil showed up unannounced to King Dice’s office. Without so much as flinching and in a matter-of-fact tone, the demon says “I expect to no longer see your nightly partners from here on. You have me now.”
The Devil left shortly after that, leaving the die to sit there, chalk-white cheeks now aflame with bright red, completely dumb-struck.
Meanwhile, a few of the imps that lurked outside in the hallways secretly exchanged money amongst themselves; a bet has been won that day, after all.
Now these two— hough. Even before they officially started dating, the two bickered like an old married couple. Matter of fact, a lot of the casino staff thought they were already in a relationship because of it. So when word had gotten out, none of the staff so much had flinched. King Dice wasn’t sure to be disappointed or embarrassed.
Though he’s officially a taken man, that doesn’t necessarily mean King Dice is completely free from unwanted flirtations. Usually, a simple “I’m taken, doll,” and jerking a thumb the Devil’s way is enough to deter them. However, the occasional bold (or VERY stupid) suitor continues to push their luck.
They usually end up disappearing within a week, and Dice sports some rather impressive hickeys on his neck…
Of the two, King Dice is the more affectionate one. In public, he’ll sneak in a few touches on the Devil’s shoulder and hands, shooting the demon a wink whenever he looks his way, etc. Though the Devil denies it, it's enough to coax his tail into curling into a heart.
Meanwhile, in private, Dice is much more hands on. He’ll casually drape himself against the Devil’s shoulder as he casually looks over whatever documents the demon’s working on, massage the demon’s temples, etc.
Sometimes, if the Devil is feeling particularly amorous, he’ll plop Dice down into his lip and press his nose into the nape of his neck. Dice likes to scratch at the demon’s ear, silently humming as he feels the Devil’s lip form a smile against white flesh; a loud, rumbling purr filling his ear as the demon presses himself deeper into his neck.
Dice has woken up multiple times during the middle of the night because of a sudden heavy weight on his chest…. Only for him to wake up to see his boyfriend curled on his chest, ears sleepily twitching. After numerous failed attempts to peel the Devil off, Dice has resigned himself to the fate of being his boyfriend’s pillow.
Summary: After the events of 'Just A Call away', holidays are right around the corner and Scout already packed up to go home. Luckily for him, Sniper decides to do his best friend a favor.
Along the way, the marksman recalls his blooming feelings for his best friend for the past 2 years, how will he deal with this as he joins him for the holidays as well as meeting his family?
The sun glows through the windows, and into the low lit van, the quiet rustling of clothes and bullets being moved and placed every second, and tired and dragged breaths were being forced out of the Snipers lips.
It was the next day after the night of Scout's offer, Sniper didn't get so much rest, not with his mind flooding with possible situations that could go wrong the whole trip.
What if a tire broke? What if the van broke? What if Scout changed his mind? What his family didn't like Sniper at all?-
A knock interrupted his thoughts from going down this endless rabbit hole of possibilities. He quickly fixes his vest and hat, grabbing his aviators and wearing them, slightly pushing them back as they slid down. He walks up to the metal door, takes a long and quiet breath, then opens the door.
And in came the view of Scout, in a bright yellow pair of pajamas, hair messy, and missing one sock. "Hey Snipes! Came by to say we could leave later after lunch or tonight, both is fine but I already called back home and told em am bringing a friend with me." Scout quickly explained, messing with his hair to fix it. Only to make the mess even worse.
Sniper chuckled at the movement and leaned on the doorframe. "Am alright leaving after lunch, best if we leave early so we could arrive sooner then later." "Sounds good ta me! We could take turns driving ya little camper van since I doubt there's any hotels near by." Sniper scoffed playfully. "You driving my precious van? In your dreams ya gremlin." Scout makes a sarcastic and offended gasp, a hand coming to his chest. "Sniper! I thought you trusted me in everything!" Sniper laughed. "When did I ever bloody say I trust ya in anything!?" Scout couldn't hold back his faked hurt expression and laughed along with him.
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Right after lunch Scout went back in his room to grab his backpack and a few other things, while Sniper decided to clean a bit more inside his camper before finally being satisfied with his work. A knock had made his head turn and he shrugged thinking it was Scout. To his surprise there was no Scout in sight and instead, there stood nothing in front of the door.
"Bushman." The accent could have made Sniper roll his eyes but he kept control, being a professional and all. "What do you want Spy?" Spy, who had somehow entered the inside of the camper and sat on one of the seats with the movable table. "I simply want to say, take care and enjoy your holiday." The puff of smoke flew through the heat and air of the inside of the small vehicle. A clack of a familiar piece of metal, too familiar in fact, rang along with the silence. "But, make this holiday ruined for the boy and I will skin you with my bear hands" Sniper grunted as he felt the metal blade get in contact with his neck. Harshly pushing the knife away from his face. Sniper replied. "Wouldn't dream of it mate, only want to make Roo happy." He muttered.
Spy withdraw his knife, the blade smoothly moving back and covered by the other metal parts. He eyes the marksman, his gray-blue eyes burning through the man's skull. And then, he adjusts his posture, keeping his knife back in his suit and grabs another cigarette. "I shall trust you on that Monsieur Sniper." And he cloaked away.
Sniper sighed heavily, dropping onto the opposite seat where Spy had decloaked. He rubs his eyes behind his glasses, as well as taking off his hat to brush his fingers through his hair.
And then, another knock.
Sniper looks up, ready to yell at Spy. But only Scout came into view. Wearing a maroon shirt and jeans, a leather backpack hanging on his left shoulder, and his right hand gripping a suit case. "Hey you alright man? Headache or something? I mean if you want we could change the schedule and go tomorrow-" "No no it's aces mate am fine, just.. Bloody Spook came in for some reason." A simple white lie.
Well, half of a lie.
"Aw seriously? Spy coming in bugging ya ass on a holiday? He never rests I swear man!- Oh shit my bad" He exclaimed, but quickly turned to his bag that fell off his shoulder. Sniper just smiled at Scout. "Nah but really you alright to go though? Still wanna drive and all?" Sniper hummed as he put his hat back on and stood up. "Am alright Roo really, just place your case to the side and get in the seat at front then were off." "Alright if ya say so"
Sniper watched as Scout dragged his suit case to lean on the seat then quickly adjusts his shirt. "Oh and Snipes?"
The unpredicted yet infectious appeal of Sniperscout (and why do you like this ship so much):
Easy to please: as the youngest on 8 boys, Scout always has to struggle for attention. Sniper looks like a hermit type of guy who spends long periods of time in solitude. When together, Scout gets to hoard ALL of the attention from Sniper who now gets a loyal companion.
One completes the other: ball of energy meets a guy with no energy; a marksman and a speedster, a hunter and a prey. Imagine Scout hearing Sniper's bones cracking when standing up and takes it upon himself to get the other into shape - warm up, jumping jacks, light stretching exercises. Imagine Sniper refusing to go into crowds so Scout is forced to, for the sake of hanging out with him, endure long hours in some isolated space - only to realize that there's no one to impress there and can, for the first time in his life, feel free to be himself.
Canonically amicable: comics and trailers show us that the two are already comfortable enough with one another. I'm not talking about 'End of the Line' or other fan-made content.
Close in age: 3 - 4 years apart. Don't underestimate the importance of an age gap when it comes to people; the level of mental development and life experience is widely different and while it is no excuse to diss relationships (as long as it is a legal age gap), the smaller gap allows for an easier association.
Daddy issues: they both have them and you cannot convince me otherwise. Add to that the last comic issue in which Sniper, without a doubt, has developed a trace of abandonment issues and if anyone on the team canonically knows what's it like, it's Scout. They don't strike me as the 'talking about feelings' type of men but I think they both would appreciate having one another to recognize the signs and mitigate them via booze, activities or other means.
Momma's boys: they both are and you can't convince me otherwise. These boys love their moms!
Offense/Support: While the one goes for it, the other covers him: combat-wise or otherwise. As long as it doesn't meddle into his work or nap, Sniper is on board with Scout's idea.
City Boy x Farm Boy trope on the silver platter: the culture clash is real as well as their habits contradicting, but if you think Sniper wouldn't say that Scout couldn't handle 24 hours in the Outback, to which Scout's already packed and on the plane to Australia just to prove him otherwise even if he gets bitten or attacked by every animal in the country, you're wrong. Ironically, Sniper can't walk down a street block without incidents because he carries knifes in public and would get arrested or fall for a scam if the street smarts - savvy Scout isn't with him.
Crow-face x Baby-face: again, polar differences between these two that just make you wanna go hhhhhhnhgdskshkshss. Snipes looks 40 and Scout looks 19, but both have a dumb sense for humor and if you think these two wouldn't play along the people's assumptions of them being that age, along with the nature of their relationship cause of it, you'd be wrong.
They remind me on Lorelai and Luke: These two invented Friends to Lovers trope. Luke and Sniper are grumpy, hard-working introverts bordering on hermits with strained family relationships. Lorelai and Scout are extroverted, childish, loudmouths and obnoxious, with bottomless stomachs for unhealthy foods.
So yeah, this is why this ship took my mind and heart forever. If you have anymore, I'd love for you to add!
A few headcannons about DadSpy when Scout finds out about him
At first, Scout was a bit hesitate in calling Spy Dad because he had only just found out about his parentage and he needed time to adjust to the secret that was revealed to him. It took about 5 months for Scout to be comfortable to hug Spy whenever they won a match and the first time he hugged Spy, Spy was frozen stiff, but relaxed after a minute had passed and he even petted Scout's head.
The first time Spy call Scout son, it was when Scout got rejected by Miss Pauling and he went to mope in his room. Spy went there (as asked by Sniper because the Australian worried that it would affect Scout's performance) and when Spy lock picked the door, he was shocked to see Scout crying on the ground, trying to rub the tears away. So Spy (by somehow finding his paternal instincts) wraps his arms and shushed him gently, saying 'hush mon fils' as he rocks Scout genly.
When Scout was out in the woods during ceasefire week (both respawn machines were on the blink and the two Engineers had to fix it, the problem being a gear that won't be here for a week) and as he was running, he hears soft whimpers and yelping coming from some bushes. So he went ot investigate and gasped softly seeing an injured coyote puppy who was caught in wire trap and was trying to escape. After an hour had passed (from being scratched by the thorn on the bushes), Scout got the pup and wrapped it with his jacket. Spy was confused as to why his son was going down to Medic's infirmary (well a lab he calls it) and went to investigate. As he got down, Medic was cleaning up the coyote puppy's leg, but told Scout it has to be cut off as it's too late to save it. Scout nodded, petting the pup's head gently to sooth it. About 2 hours passed before Medic declared the surgery to be successful and the pup was saved, though she might need to be on antibiotics to clear up any infections that she made have gotten from how long she was trapped there. Medic also said that she can't go back out in the wild as she wouldn't survive without her back leg and when Spy uncloaked and saw how the coyote pup snuggled into his son's hand, he sighed deeply and said he'll talked to the Administrator. 3 weeks later, Daisy Dukes was feeling better and she was fully vaccinated as well (Scout also had to get some shots just in case Daisy was rabid) so that she doesn't infect anyone else or get sick herself. She loves Scout and will growl at anyone who tries to yell at the young man and will sleep on his bed every night. Spy doesn't mind the coyote, sometimes he would pet her head whenever she goes to kill some pesky animals bothering everyone. She's declared the team mascot and will rip the BLU teams' faces whenever they go near Scout.
*thinks about sanmos* *thinks about sanmos* *thinks about sanmos* *thinks about sanmos* *thinks about sanmos* *thinks about sanmos* *thinks about sanmos* *thinks about sanmos* *thinks about sanmos* *thi
The wind whipped at Hank’s tired face, the scenery flying by as the truck creaked with each movement it was making as it sped off.
He and his team had just gotten done raiding the nearest AAHW building for supplies, and were on their way back to the base after a long day of fighting.
It was a particularly cold night in Nevada. Which wasn’t something new to Hank, as it normally got cold during the nights in the desert, but this night it was different. It was a bit more chillier than normal.
He looked down at the sleeping figures in his arms, noticing Sanford beginning to shake from the icy winds, and promptly pulled both him and Deimos closer for warmth. He remembered them telling him that he was like a walking furnace.
Hank sat there for a moment, admiring his two partners as they slept peacefully in his arms.
They held onto them with such care, being as gentle as he could. He was terrified of accidentally breaking them like they were glass.
Now normally, Hank wasn’t this gentle with things or people, they were at the top of Nevada’s most wanted list after all, but with Deimos and Sanford? It was like he was holding onto the world’s most precious items.
It was humiliating really, at least that’s what most people thought. Hank J. Wimbleton, one of the most deadliest people in the state, a ruthless killer who showed almost no mercy to anyone, was gently holding onto two grunts as if they would shatter like glass if he was even a little bit rough on them.
A quiet rumbling purr came from Deimos, and Hank’s heart fluttered at the sound. Soon enough, they began to purr back at him, growing more and more tired as the minutes ticked by.
As they started dozing off, a small smile appeared underneath their mask, their eyes starting to close as a few stars peaked through the polluted sky.
