Transformers Animated: Human Au! Look At These Bois.

I've been having a rough day but I'm so grateful for this character!! 🥺 💗

“Hey – is that a picture of Jazz?”

“Yeah, he left it with me his last visit.”

“Hahaha! Who’s the nerd getting noogied?”

“That’s me, Sideswipe.”

“…oh. You uh, look good. Who’s the guy doing it?”

“His name’s Cliffjumper …  another good friend of mine.

Been a long time since I last saw him. A real long time.”

I’ve boarded the feels train to hell and I’m taking you all with me.

I remember reading that some of the requests had gotten deleted so if you still have this one I’m sorry for the spam but can I get prefall Gabe x wife reader just some wholesome time for our fave edgy man thank you ♥️♥️

Married Life W/ Gabriel Reyes

PANCAKE HUSBAND PANCAKE HUSBAND

On the weekends, He is the type of husband to wake up an hour early just to make you a big fat breakfast for two in bed.

Pancakes, bacon, fruit, eggs, toast, and a jug of orange juice.

Being commander of Blackwatch, he doesn't have a whole lot of time with you and when he does, Gabe really makes up for it.

Actually, you co-command Blackwatch with him, so you both know that your relationship has to be kept professional on the job (I remember your old request for this crypt i didn't forget about you bby)

MATCHING BLACKWATCH HOODIES AAAAAAAAA

Pack your things honey, we're taking a three-day trip in the camper up to the Sequoias

On that camping trip Gabe will bring a hammock for an afternoon nap

You two are sharing the hammock no questions asked

Gabe definitely smells of pine-tar and its super-hot outdoorsy man smell

Cookbook husband, brings a camp side cookbook with him and makes a comfort food chili with mashed potatoes

Definitely some stargazing involved Here! Gabe hopes its a cold night, he wants to share blanket and body heat with you

world's biggest cuddlebug and he's a big burly man who would seem good at that

On the last night of the trip, he peppers your face in kisses and thank you for choosing him

Photos taken on the trip include an off-guard photo of him unhinging his jaw (not literally lmfao) and about to stuff a double turkey sandwich into his face, sleepy hammock photos, a picture of some bears passing by, and so on.

Outside of his spontaneous backpacking trips, he's pretty big into dancing, even if it's super goofy.

Gabe owns the latest Just Dance game, and you cannot change my mind

This is super nice especially after a stressful mission, if you both need cheering up JUST DANCE

on nights where the mood needs to be quieter, bath and massage.

Nothing sexual (Unless you want to think about it that way I'm not going to stop the horny-on-main)

Gabe has this lightly scented oil that he rubs into your back and digs at the knots with

If you work on him, you can just feel him melt.

Also an excuse to eye his back muscles

When the night grows darker, he's definitely a hugger. He's either a big spoon or just doing the honeymoon hug.

as Gabe pulls you closer you feel his whole-body heave with relief has he sighs

Goodnight love.

A/N: CRYPT IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ASJHDKJAHKFDH HERE YOU GO.

a small Guardian x Crow ficlet, inspired by me having consecutive nightmares for way too long now 😩

Crow was... running. The reality was loose under his feet and kept changing directions. But he knew he had to keep going, forward and forward.

Until he ran into the Guardian, whose face, contorted with anger, scared him. And he didn't know how to keep that fear down, so he screamed and screamed and screamed and waited until his screaming made his voice nothing but a hoarse echo.

And then he woke up.

His fingers grip onto the blankets, feeling the warmth of the fabric, the tight folds. His heart is pounding in his chest, trying to run away. Trying to make him run away.

The Guardian sits up beside him, and Crow flinches. His throat still hurts from screaming, even if he didn't utter a sound.

They ask him if he is alright.

"I... You are not mad at me, are you?"

They smile at him and shake their head. A resolution so clear, it wipes away some of the fear.

"Another nightmare," Crow mutters, rubbing his sleepy eyes, trying to make the burning tears in the corners of his eyes go away, unbidden. He is so tired.

As the Guardian guides him into their arms, Crow counts the lights outside the window. He feels for the fabric, and then for the Guardian's body. He feels the smell of them both, of their home. His mouth tastes with anxious acid.

But his heart slows down and reality sets in with a kinder sensation around him.

He doesn't need to run. He doesn't need to scream.

The Guardian kisses his forehead as Crow nestles within their embrace. He is not sure he wants to sleep just yet, so he wraps himself in the comfort of being held and reassured.

Maybe tomorrow those dreams will not find him again.

On The Nature Of Light

“The Light...well, it's a funny thing.

It's unique to each Guardian, the draw of their Light. No two energies are the same. That's why I could pick my brother out from a sea of Stormcallers if I really wanted to show off. I know the crackle of his Arc and the buzz of his Light like I know the weight of his presence, the shape in which he takes up space—it's a signature so electric and so uniquely him. I know it so well that it surprises me when people don't notice him.

But apparently, there's even more to this story. Somethin' I just found out.

See, you spend time with someone for long enough, be intimate with them long enough, and somethin' real funny happens with your Light:

It leaves traces. Imprints.

I go up to my partner and I can feel it. Within the smolderin' furnace of Solar Light radiating from his body, I sense it. It curls through his systems and courses through his mechanical body—a slithering line of Void tanglin' with his Light. It's small, yet its draw is strong. Potent. Heavy. I can feel its presence in my chest like how I feel the snap of a tether when it breaks; it's intrinsic and second-nature, as natural as breathing. I can feel the way his flames interact with it. Instead of swallowin' it, they merely embrace it, envelop it, accept it as if it were one with him.

I found myself wonderin' if he feels it too, that piece of me within him. I wonder if he can feel the mark I've left on what is the closest thing to a soul we have.

Then, I wonder if he's marked me.

I found that if I close my eyes and focus real hard, I can sense it. I can sense the roaring flame within the empty expanse of my Void Light, flickering so brightly within the abyss, refusing to be devoured. Yet the gaping darkness merely cradles it, holds it, kindles it so that it burns for the rest of time.

I can feel the spark of his Light burnin' bright in my chest, warming me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I feel the imprint he's left on me, the piece of him I carry with me everywhere I go.

I feel the marks our Lights have left on each other.

And I smile.”

- from the journals of Echo-3

“Will you marry me?” - “Yes, of course, I will.”

Continua a leggere

First Snow: A Blackwatch!Genji x Reader SFW Story

This wasn't a request, just something I came up with on my own to start things off. :) --- You stand from afar outside of the base, watching him. Clouds covered the sky, and snow fell from above; lightly at first, then gradually more intense. It was the first snowfall of the year, and if it kept up, it might stick. For Genji, this was his first time experiencing snow in this body. He was wearing nothing but a black hoodie over his cybernetics. This wasn't an issue for him, he normally didn't wear any clothing at all. He didn't perceive heat and cold in the same way anymore. He stretched both of his arms out and flexed his hands gingerly. In his left still flesh arm; he felt what he expected. Cold particles brushing against it and turning to water on impact, a growing feeling of numbness the longer he stood there. In his right cybernetic arm however, he only felt a muted sensation. The sensors in his arm were telling his brain that something was making contact with it, but he didn't have the same sensations of wet and numbness that his left did. He kneels down and sticks his whole right hand into the layer of snow forming at the ground and keeps it there. It is only after he doesn't pull it back out again after several minutes that you finally decide to approach Genji. "How long are you going to do that for?" you ask. He finally gets up and turns to face you. He isn't surprised by your question, he knew you were watching him the entire time. "Until I feel what I should be feeling." came the matter of fact reply. "Does it help?" you ask as he flexes his cybernetic hand several more times. He scoffs, and then suddenly grabs both of your hands and takes them into his own. You flinch and recoil from the sensation, the feeling of cold is overwhelming. Just how long had he been out here for before you found him?

He rolls his eyes, as if you had just asked a question with an obvious answer. "No, it doesn't. If I was normal, I would react as you did. But I don't feel things the same way you do anymore. I don't even feel your hands on mine the same way." You look down, unsure of what to say. Genji continues. "But that's the point isn't it? I'm not meant to feel. I was rebuilt to be a weapon. The less I feel, the easier it is to do my job." "Don't... don't talk about yourself like that, please..." you beg. It wasn't the first time he had spoken of himself like that. Every time he did, you hated it. Hated how he dehumanized himself like that. "It's the truth, and every day proves that more and more." he responds coldly. He turns and begins walking away. You stand there for a moment, then chase after him and wrap your arms around him, placing your head against the back of his faceplate. The cold metal sends chills down your spine, but you hold firm. "What're you doing?!" he demanded, but didn't move to break away. You move your right arm up and begin to stroke his hair. "Can you feel that?" you ask. "... Mostly." "And how does it make you feel?" "Embarrassed." You move your left hand over his chest, attempting to feel his heartbeat. You find it. A steady rhythm that grows faster the longer you keep your hand there. "Weapons don't have hearts, Genji. They don't have emotions. You do. That's how I know you're still human inside. That's how you know you're still human." There's a silence between you two. You move your right hand back down and place it over your left, so that both hands are now over his heart area. After a while, Genji raises his left human hand puts it on top of yours. "I feel lost." he begins; "On missions, it's easy, my anger focuses me on the task at hand. But afterwards, in the quiet, I feel like I lose a part of myself every time. Like there's nothing else." You say nothing.

He turns to face you. For the first time that day, you get a good look at his eyes. Normally Genji looked angry all the time. The red tends to do that. But when you're this close, you see something more. Pain. "Some days you're the only thing that reminds me I'm still human." he finishes. "I'll be there to remind you every day if you want me to. You're as human as I am; as anybody else here is. There's more to you than killing. You just have to find it again." That kind of just came out. You felt unsure whether that was what he needed to hear, but you notice the muscles in his face relax. "Thank you." he says quietly. You respond with a smile, but you're unable to hold it for long. The biting wind causes your teeth to start chattering. You look away, and then turn back when you hear a slight chuckle. "Did you just laugh at me?" you ask playfully. "Perhaps." he responds in kind. Your face drops into a slight pout.

"Come, let's get back inside, you must be freezing." he continues. He offers you his human arm, which you take, and he gently leads you back towards warmth. There will be other bad days, you're sure of that. But for today, you feel like you legitimately made a difference to Genji. And he's grateful for it.

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genji kneeling in front of you so you can remove his mask and see him. he’s so vulnerable with you and is literally putting everything he has in ur hands <33

after the accident genji had shut everyone and everything out. he didn’t want to be seen, ashamed. he didn’t want friend, let alone a lover. but then you waltzed into his life. and suddenly he was more careful on missions. he actually feared dying, feared being taken away from you. who would be there to save you if you couldn’t hold your own ground?

he loves you with everything he has left of him. he never thought someone could love him for what he had become. never imagined someone as sweet, soft as you. would love and cherish someone like him. someone with blood on their hands.

he’d kill for you, he’d die for you. anything, for you.

omg he’s so <333. i <3 genji w everything i have.

My overwatch OTP ^^ ♡♥♡♥

Solder76 x Reader where they only recently got together.

“Does it ever get stuffy in your mask?”

Soldier76 turned around. “What?”

You were curious, reaching for his face the instant he faced you. He immediately leaned back a few inches.

“Surely you must take it off some times to rest - ”

“Now is not the time.”

You backed down. “Why are you hiding?”

“I’m not.” He said gruffly, but judging by the way he refused to look at you, it was obvious that was a lie.

You found his hand and grasped it tightly, prompting him to turn back to you. “If you’re still afraid that I will leave you…” You squeezed his hand in what you hoped was a reassuring way. “I won’t. I promise.”

A minute of silence stretched between the two of you. Every time he looked like he was going to say something, nothing happened, and you started to wonder if you’ve been reading him wrong all this time.

You sighed, tracing the dips and ridges of his gloved hand. “If you’re not comfortable with me knowing, I won’t force you. I’m just curious, that’s all.”

He exhaled deeply, his body relaxing slightly, the tension slipping away just for a few moments. You didn’t see a well-trained soldier - you only saw a worn-out man who wanted - needed - some love and care.

You weren’t expecting anything. It was nice just to sit for a few hours, having that time solely to yourselves. But then he slipped his hand out of yours, and for a moment you wondered if the mask was too sensitive of a subject.

Before you could start to berate yourself, he reached up and removed his visor.

All you could do was stare. Memorize his features before he put it back on again. He gave you a tired smile, one that didn’t reach his gorgeous eyes. “Still thinking of staying?”

You laughed. It started softly, bubbling from your throat. A mix of excitement and relief. He trusted you. You said softly, gently, “Why would I leave?” He blinked, face devoid of emotion for half a second, as if he couldn’t grasp your intentions.

You weren’t going anywhere.

“I’m not with you because of your absolutely handsome face,” you snuggled up to him, determined to give him all the love you had. “I’m with you for who you are. To me, you’re perfect.”

He wrapped his arms around you, and for a few hours, both of you could pretend everything was perfect.