Someone's been asking for my girl's altered mode for a while now, so here it is. I originally wanted a tricycle, but it turned out to be a snowmobile-ATV hybrid.
Well, that kind of vehicle definitely won't get stuck anywhere.
oh my god my old account got nerfed, i became too powerful. It's transman himbo tho, i haven't been on tumbler in like 2 months i have SOOOO much to catch up on. I've missed reading your stories :( excited tho because i get to binge them all now. My 22nd birthday is coming up I can't believe its been a year since i found your blog! thank you for feeding the fandom Revel and thank you for reading our silly asks
Hey! Welcome back and happy birthday!
Warm
ES Megatron x Reader
• “What are you thinking about?” Turning at the low rumble of his voice, you smile as you listen to the rain coming down just outside the shelter. Shoulder lifting slightly in a shrug, you slowly inhale. ‘How different it is here,’ you admit. Because it’s strange to not have to worry about work, rent, anything really. It’s just you and him. Hadn’t really understood how stressed you were until meeting him.
• “Different in what way?” He asks slowly, wondering if you like it here or if you miss other humans, having your human things. ‘It’s peaceful. I feel like I can breathe,’ you answer, a shoulder lifting in a shrug and he relaxes. Can’t help but expect that eventually you’ll ask him to take you back. That this place isn’t suitable for humans. Isn’t enough. That he won’t be enough.
• “It’s yours as long as you want it to be,” he replies and you smile at how serious he sounds. ‘What if I never wanted to leave?’ You ask, looking up at him and he glances at you, his optics studying you. ‘What if you grow tired of me?’ Hate that insecure voice in the back of your head that whispers that he will. That you’re always too much. That you’re fun until people really get to know you and then they drift away.
• “What if you grow tired of me?” He counters and you make a face. “I’m blunt. I can be too intense. Quick to lose my temper,” he adds and you lean over to rest your head against his arm. ‘Well, I second guess everything and sabotage myself and my relationships,’ you tell him and he smiles faintly. “Sounds like we’re meant to be.” Rumbling as you huff out a soft laugh, he studies the storm outside the shelter.
• “Do you think this can really work? Long term?” You ask and he clears his vents. ‘I want it to,’ he says to make you smile, because it’s what you want to hear. That he wants you here. Wants to try to make this work. “Me, too,” you admit as thunder rumbles in the distance. Never really had a relationship like this. One where there were no expectations, no demands. Where you could just be you and you wouldn’t be judged. And you don’t want to lose this.
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