can you do cute little headcanons for TFA and TFP Optimus with a cybertronian s/o?~~~
He’s shy and nervous at first; most of his “flirting” consists of gazing at you with goo-goo eyes with hopes that you’ll notice him.
Once he does build up the courage to ask you a date he’s a stuttering mess. He relaxes when you say yes.
He’s a perfect gentleman on the date. He brings you flowers, opens the door for you, and pulls out your chair.
Surprisingly, falling into a relationship is a pretty effortless thing. On the first couple of dates you get to know one another better, and from there it feels like you’ve been together forever.
He still acts like a love-struck puppy at times, especially when you kiss him or hold his servo in public. Sometimes he looks into your optics and swears he’s falling in love all over again.
On missions he tends to be protective of you. Not that he thinks you can’t handle yourself, he swears! It’s just… he can’t help himself.
You’d need to have had been in a relationship before the war; Optimus wouldn’t consider it during. It’s a distraction and a risk- and you’re in that much more danger when close to him.
He tries to be subtle about it, but you notice he backs you up on missions when you don’t need it. If it’s brought up he gets defensive.
Sometimes (a lot of times) Optimus overworks himself. Ratchet depends on you to get him to recharge and refuel.
You’re the only one who’s seen Optimus break down. There are days when everything is just too much. He presses his face into your shoulder and wraps his arms around you, silently asking you to hold him. Stroke his helm to make him feel better.
He takes every opportunity to tell him how much you mean to him. On those rare occasions that you get the chance to rest together he holds you close and whispers in Old Cybertronian how much he loves you- You are the light in his spark, the sun and moon and all the wonders the universe can hold. He gazes into your optics until you just can’t keep them open anymore.
After the war (and y’know after… all that) he wants to start a family… If you’re willing.
when john meets rose for the first time (grimdark babbling aside), he has a good laugh because he and dave had decided long ago that there is no way rose speaks like this in real life, she’s gotta have a thesaurus website open beside pesterchum as she types
and then he meets again, as her normal self, and she speaks exactly as she types and she doesn’t even seem to need to think about what she’s saying at all, and he can almost see the perfect punctuation with the way she enunciates her words
Since Newt has a tendency to let his gaze wander, whether because he dislikes eye contact or he’s simply distracted - Tina tends to hold his face in her hands. Mainly more out of affection than anything, but sometimes to get him to focus too. To ground him if he’s troubled.
And sometimes when he’s being cheeky she traps his chin with her fingers.
Cole doesn’t use money when he plays Wicked Grace. He plays with strange things, trinkets and odds-and-ends. He bets buttons, and wagers with little wooden ducks. Sometime’s its a jar of honey, or a sprig of mint, or a silver spoon. Nobody questions it, they all just exchange smiles, or knowing laughs. Whenever Cole loses, they make light of their winnings, holding a stray button and some string aloft like it is some mighty prize.
They don’t much notice that Cole doesn’t mind losing. You notice a sore loser, or a sore winner, but not the boy that serenely and simply says I fold.It never occurrs to them to look at his cards, for he merely sets them facedown on the table, and then turns his gaze to quietly spectate for the rest of the game. They never see that Cole’s cards are, with surprising frequency, a winning hand.
And they don’t notice when those little trinkets come in handy. When that spare button actually might replace the missing one on Cullen’s favorite shirt. Or when Josephine realizes that her tea would go well with some honey. Or when the sprig of mint reminds Vivienne of a particular brand of cologn worn by a loved one long ago. Or when Sera needs something to measure out a bit of sugar to add to her cookie dough, and the silver spoon in her pocket happens to be the perfect thing.
Nobody notices, that Cole never really loses a game of Wicked Grace.
1. Tweek is super ticklish, and one time he accidently gave Craig a bloody nose during a tickle attack.
2. Craig is not ticklish, at all, but the other boys aren’t convinced so they keep sneak attacking Craig to find his tickle spot.
3. Craig loves to comb through Tweeks hair and does it quite often.
4. Tweek also loves having his hair touched so sometimes he intentionally goes without brushing it, knowing that it will drive Craig crazy and he’ll fix it.
5. Tweek joing drama club because Craig told him he’s a really good actor.
6. Craig goes to every single school play to support Tweek, even the really shitty ones.
7. Craig doesn’t like coffee but he always drinks a cup when Tweek makes him one.
Just some cute little headcanons I’ve come up with throughout the day. I really like the idea of their relationship being completely 100% healthy, and Craig being a really good boyfriend despite his ‘fuck you all’ reputation.
oKAY i was recently reminded of Gotham Academy and especially the little friendship established in #7 because man Maps and Damian make the cutest friends ever. And then i remember this fic i read about Damian inviting Maps to a gala about how Maps showed up in a 3 piece suit, and Damian is so confused like “I’m supposed to be the one in the Armani?”
I mean HEADCANONS ON THAT THOUGH!
- Damian might find it slightly strange that Maps would wear a tux, unlike the other girls who always wears dresses, but he totally respects her decision. - And then they got older, and Maps might grow to like dresses (i mean perks of being girls is having options for both dress and pants like why not take them?)
headcanon that allura keeps her antidepressants in a cute sparkly pill organizer and sometimes the mice will put little candies in there for her, since they have no idea how meds work but they really want her to be happy
Old headcanon of mine that I found again reading through old RP’s. I heard somewhere that one of the first sounds babies make is “da da da” which is why they’re more likely to say “Dada” first instead of “Mama”. Well, my brain got to thinking: what if instead of “Dada”, Hiro’s first word was “Dashi?” :D
Could I request a cute little Drabble or headcanons with Soldier, Reaper, Junkrat and Hanzo (id love to request mccree but that's probs too many haha. My thirst for these boys I can't) when their sleepy s/o comes in wearing one of their shirts while the boy is working and tries to convince them to come to bed and rest because it's v v late? Please and thank you!
For you *points at you* I’ll write something for all of them. Enjoy!
in front of the computer looking over the blueprints and surrounding area of
the next mission site. It was well after midnight when you walk up from behind
them. You yawn and try to rub the sleepiness out of your eyes.
love of my life, please come to bed. It’s 3 in the morning and I can’t sleep
knowing you’re up and still working,” you say, another yawn escapes.
but I need to look over this and make sure we have everything as airtight as
possible,” he says without looking back at you, focused on the screen, “Go to
sleep, I’ll join you shortly.”
said that 2 hours ago and you’re still up,” you say, pouting. “Please, Jack,
come to bed with me?”
neediness in your voice compels Jack to turn around and look at you. You are
wearing an old blue shirt of his, from his early underground days. It hangs a
little big on you but to Jack, you look incredible.
I’m fine,” he says as he quickly turns around and shuts off the computer.
Quickly he goes to you and picks you up. You giggle at being picked up all of a
gently kisses you on your forehead, “Let’s go to bed.”
is reloading his guns when he hears the door open behind him.
thought I said I wish to be alone,” he said menacingly.
out a loud yawn, “I don’t know who you said that to but I know it wasn’t me.”
see me train?” he asks playfully.
stretch against the door and rub your eyes. “Not today Reyes. I came to ask you
to please come to bed. It’s a little past midnight and I would really like if
you come back with so I don’t have to sleep in an empty end.”
late huh?” he says loudly to himself. “I’ll go to bed after I’m finished
Gabriel, it’s late and you need rest. Besides,” you look at the ground
embarrassed, “I miss it when you hold me at night. I feel more relaxed and can
sleep more soundly.”
turns around after reloading the gun and sees you wearing his old black tank
top. It fits loosely on your body but exposes enough of your skin to make
Reaper growl in appreciation. He loves how amazing you look in his clothes. He
puts the gun back on the table and walks up to you. He turns you around and
wraps his arms around you, nuzzling your neck.
going to bed, now,” he says, lowly growls in your ear.
is sitting at his table, tinkering with a new bomb idea when you walk in to his
it’s really late. Come to bed. The bomb will be there later.”
Sheila,” he says still focusing on the bomb, “but if I don’t finish this now
I’ll forget then it’ll never happen! Besides its pretty unstable right now so
if I don’t do something it could blow up at any time,” he says cackling.
god Jamison, please defuse it, do something but please make sure it doesn’t go
off when we’re sleeping,” you say dejectedly.
yea no worries, I got this,” still laughing.
stand behind him for 10 more minutes before interrupting him again.
you put your hands on his back, feeling the muscles underneath them. You softly
kiss his shoulder, “please come back to bed with me? Defuse the bomb if you
need to but please come back soon? I miss you.”
turns his head to look at you and notices you’re wearing an old night shirt of
his. It was an old white shirt that was ripped from the hem a bit but it seems
to fit you incredibly well. He continued to stare at you even after you left
him to his work. After you were out of his sight Junkrat quickly gets back to
work making sure the bomb was stable enough not to go off and quickly hobbles
out of his “office” and goes to join you in bed.
You walk outside your room and to the small
garden that nearby and see Hanzo sitting, mediating.
you yawn, “please come to bed. It’s late.”
turns his head only slightly to acknowledge that he heard you, “In a moment, I
am almost done.”
closer to him, bend down, and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “You’ve been
out here for hours, so maybe it’s time to go to bed.”
furrows his brows as he tries to focus again on his center.
you huff at him and let go of him, “You can stay here if you want but I’m going
the anger in your voice and turns around to look at you. He sees you wearing
his black shirt. He sees how amazing it fits you. You walk away in a huff and
leave Hanzo to mediate again.
to slow his breathing and clear his mind but only thoughts of you fill his
mind. Frustrated, he huffs and quickly stands and walks back to your room.
into the living room and find Jesse sitting at the table hunched over
you plead, “come to bed. It’s late; you can clean your revolver tomorrow.”
smiles without looking behind him.
darlin’. If I don’t finish this tonight, I won’t have time tomorrow.”
and hug him, pressing your body to him to try to convince him. He stops
cleaning for a moment as he relishes the feel of you.
that I’m staying up so late, but I need to finish this.” He turns around and
kisses you a gentle kiss, “I promise, I will finish as fast as I can and go to
looks at you and notices that you are wearing one of his dress shirts. He looks
at how low hanging it fits you. He can’t seem to focus on cleaning his gun; his
mind is only thinking of you and how damn fine you look in his shirt. He
immediately gets up and scoops you in his arms and kisses you deeply.
know where you found that shirt, but it looks damn good on you,” he said as he
kissed your neck.
picked you up and with a devilish smile, takes you to bed with him.