Florence Castle's HEROES OF CYBERTRON - Ep. 05: ELITA ONE

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.

could I ask for some Hazard relationship headcannons?

I got you pookie and thank you for being one of my first request!

How it would be like to be in a relationship with Hazard aka Findlay Docherty

- Endless Banter

Your relationship is built on teasing and banter. Hazard has a sharp tongue and a dry sense of humor, and he loves when you can keep up with his witty remarks. It’s a constant back-and-forth that keeps things lively and boy does this make him feel like he’s on cloud 9.

- Late-Night Conversations

Hazard tends to be a bit of a night owl, and some of your most heartfelt conversations happen in the dead of night. These moments reveal the layers beneath his tough exterior, where he shares his fears, hopes, and vulnerabilities.

- Partner-in-Crime Energy

He loves having you by his side, especially in situations that require quick thinking and a bit of rebellion. Hazard trusts you to have his back no matter what, and he makes sure you know he’s always got yours.

- Signature Outfit Pieces

You’ll often find yourself "borrowing" his jackets, hoodies, sweatpants and accessories because they’re not only comfy but they just look right on you. Hazard secretly loves seeing you wear them. He never asks for them back, either.

- Small but Meaningful Displays of Jealousy

Hazard doesn’t get outwardly jealous often, but when he does, oh boy, it’s subtle but still intimidating. He might casually drape an arm over your shoulder or drop a sarcastic comment that leaves others wondering if he’s serious or if he’s about to make the other person see god.

- Music is His Love Language

I think we all saw this coming, As a punk himself Hazard loves metal music and often makes a little playlist for you to listen to them with him. He won’t admit it outright, but the lyrics often hint at his feelings.

- Loyalty

Once Hazard commits to you, he’s all in. He’s fiercely loyal and won’t tolerate anyone disrespecting you. He makes you feel like the most important person in the world.

- Surprising Softness

Despite his tough exterior, Hazard has a soft spot just for you. He’ll let his guard down when you’re alone, resting his head on your shoulder or wrapping you in a rare, tight embrace. These moments are like gold. EXTRA bonus points if his head is on your lap while you play with his hair.

- Tattoo Talk

Hazard loves explaining the meaning behind his tattoos (if he trusts you enough), and he’s always asking if you’d ever get one yourself. If you already have tattoos, (he is barking internally) he’s constantly fascinated by their stories and significance.

- PDA in His Own Way

Hazard isn’t overly showy with affection, but he’ll hold your hand, rest his arm on your shoulder, or keep you close in a crowd. It’s subtle, but anyone who sees you together knows you’re his.

- He Loves Your Style

No matter how you dress or present yourself, Hazard notices the small details. He’ll compliment your look in his own blunt way, like “Yer lookin' pure badass today” or “That's dangerously cute, so dinnae go distractin' me, awright?”

Tale e quale ad Alex Shepard :D

*Rats surries across floor*

"We request smooches from genji and Zenyatta"

hello my rat friends!!! of course you may get smooches from the lovelies!!

You were the only one who was ever allowed to see Genji's face anymore. He was too scared to show anyone else the scars he had obtained, but you? No, never you. He knew you would look past the scars and still call him beautiful. He knew you would cup his face and tell him just how much you loved him, not caring about the gnashes in both his skin and his life.

"You wanna go to the arcade?" Genji rushed into your room, throwing the door open.

"Please?!" You stood up quickly as Genji began putting on his mask.

Before he was able to put it on, you moved it down and pressed a kiss onto his lips, shocking him a little bit into a smile.

"Stawp." He blushed as you wrapped your arms around him into a hug.

"Ready for the arcade?" You asked, quickly pulling away from said hug.

"Yes, but one moment." Genji covered your face in little kisses and dragged you to the arcade, slipping on his mask as you sighed lovingly with goo goo eyes.

"Can we go on that date yet?" You whispered to Zen.

Zen shot you a look, but chuckled. "I'm meditating. Give me one second please?"

You just nodded and sat in silence, quickly getting bored. You scooted closer to Zen. And then closer. And then closer.

The omnic sighed heavily and turned to you. "y/n, please."

"Sorry." You said, trying not to giggle.

After a few more moments of that terrible silence, Zenyatta wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. "Thank you for your attempted patience, y/n. We can go on that date now."

"Yay!!" You hugged Zen back and kissed him on his cold cheeks while he nuzzled against you before helping you up to go on your date.

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<3 if you want character smooches, my inbox is open! <3

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Greetings! I know youve done genji, but have you done smooches from blackwatch!genji?

HI ANON! God, blackwatch genji is so girlfriend and sad, so this is perfect for smooches! Thanks a ton anon, sorry this took so long lol

"You look tired," you said, cupping Genji's face.

"I am tired." he said back, not once looking at you.

"Come to bed with me."

"I can't do that. I'm busy."

You huffed and laid your chin on his desk. Genji was always working and it wasn't even for the better. His eyes were so dark and overall, he looked like he needed a fifty year nap.

You tilted Genji's chin over so he could look at you and his gaze immediately softened.

"What?" he whispered.

"I'm tired."

"Then go to bed."

"Not without you." You sat up and moved the mask away from Genji's mouth. He hated the way his scars looked so much that he his his face even around you.

He tried to put it back on, but you grabbed his hands.

"Genji. We're both tired. Come to bed with me."

He thought about it for a minute looking between you and his computer screen. Finally, he sighed. "Okay." he said, shutting his computer.

You held Genji's hands and nearly dragged him up the stairs feeling just how tired he was due to how he was moving.

You both threw on something comfortable to sleep in and immediately wrapped each other in your arms.

"I love you, Genji." you said before bringing your lips to his.

You pulled away and noticed the huge smile across his face and he held you down on the bed and you both nearly attacked each other with kisses and giggles.

It didn't take long before you passed out in each other's arms.

<3

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I’m like trying to find all the hazard interactions and I really wasn’t expecting him to be that soft, empathetic, funny, sarcastic and throwing shade at the overwatch agents

And I’m actually really happy they didn’t give him that extremely cocky personality and gave him a really lovable personality and I quite enjoy that for him

In this household we validate bayverse Optimus Prime's PTSD and support him💙💙💙

Neon Lights? PT.4

Hazard x PunkSinger! Reader

Summary: Hazard decides to take you somewhere else calmer.

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Hazard paced the garage, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. His leather jacket creaked as he moved, frustration etched across his face.

"Where the hell am I supposed tae take them?" he muttered, running a hand through his blonde hair. His accent thickened when he was annoyed, words coming out sharp and clipped. "Can’t be anywhere too fancy—don’t want them thinkin’ I’m some posh git. But it cannae be a dive either. Fuckin’ hell..."

Sitting cross-legged on the workbench, Boomslang smirked, her boots tapping against the metal frame. "Y'know, if you stopped overthinking this, you might actually figure it out” she said, her tone light, teasing. "Just take them to a café or somethin’. Nice and easy. Neutral ground."

Hazard stopped pacing and fixed her with a skeptical look. "A café? Are ye daft? That’s pure boring. What if they think I don’t give a damn?"

Boomslang rolled her eyes. "Haz, not everyone’s expectin’ explosions and chaos every second. It’s about keepin’ it chill. You don’t need to impress them with a parade."

He frowned, folding his arms across his chest. "Aye, but cafés... I dunno. Feels too... soft."

"Exactly why it’s perfect" Boomslang countered, smirking. "Show them you’ve got more than just the leather-jacket, gang-member act. Trust me, they’ll appreciate it."

Hazard let out a frustrated sigh but finally relented. "Fine, fine. A café it is. But if this goes tits up, it’s on ye."

Boomslang laughed, throwing up her hands. "Don’t worry, champ. If it bombs, I’ll buy you a round to drown your sorrows."

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The café turned out to be quieter than you expected. The warm, inviting lighting gave the place a cozy ambiance, the faint scent of roasted coffee mixing with hints of vanilla and cinnamon. It wasn’t the kind of spot you’d imagine Hazard frequenting—he looked out of place.You arrived first, settling into a booth tucked away in the corner. The barista had just brought over your tea when the bell over the door jingled. You glanced up, and your eyes widened at the sight.

Hazard walked in, but gone were the torn leather jacket and chains. Instead, he was dressed in a soft, oversized hoodie, sweatpants that looked like they might’ve come straight out of a lazy Sunday afternoon, and sneakers that were suspiciously clean. His blonde hair was tucked under a knitted beanie, and for once, his posture was relaxed, almost casual. He spotted you immediately, his face breaking into that familiar grin as he made his way over. “Hope I’m not late” he said, sliding into the seat across from you.

“Not at all” you replied, still trying to reconcile the Hazard in front of you with the one you’d come to know. “I just... wasn’t expecting this.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin turning playful. “What, were ye expectin’ me tae show up in full Phreak gear? Thought I’d give yer poor heart a break today.”

You laughed, gesturing to his outfit. “I mean, I didn’t think you even owned sweatpants. You look like you’re ready for a Netflix marathon, not a café.”

Hazard chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “Can’t be struttin’ around in leather all the time—gets a wee bit much for the heat, and besides” he smirked, “I hear the ‘comfy’ look is all the rage these days. Figured I’d try tae keep up.”

You shook your head, smiling as you sipped your tea. “Well, it’s definitely unexpected. But I’ll give you this—it suits you.”

He tilted his head, his grin softening. “Aye? Well, maybe I’m just tryin’ tae impress ye.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “Sure, Hazard. You’re definitely here to impress me, not because you secretly love a good cappuccino.”

He laughed, a sound that felt unguarded, real. “Ye’ve caught me. Fine. Maybe i do love a good cappuccino. But don’t tell the lads—they’d never let me hear the end of it.”

The conversation flowed easily after that. You talked about the chaos of tour life, and Hazard shared stories about his quieter moments with the Phreaks—nights spent fixing up their hideout, impromptu movie marathons and they’re helpful ‘charity work’.

“You’d like ‘em” he said, stirring the last of his coffee. “They’re a pain in the arse sometimes, but they’re good folk. Loyal. And they’ve got this habit of takin’ care o’ each other, even when they’re bein’ daft.”

“I can tell” you replied, resting your chin on your hand. “The way you talk about them—it’s clear you really care.”

He shrugged, but the flicker of vulnerability in his expression didn’t go unnoticed. “They’re family, aye? Maybe not by blood, but that doesn’t matter much. Ye look out for yer own.”

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. “I get that. Being on tour, my band and crew—they’re like family, too. It’s not always easy, but... you find ways to make it work.”

Hazard studied you for a moment, his gaze unusually serious. “Ye’ve got a good heart, love. That much is obvious.”

Your cheeks warmed under his compliment, and you quickly glanced away, pretending to focus on the menu. “And you’ve got a way with words, don’t you?”

Hazard could only lean back, arms resting casually on the table, but his gaze was sharp as it settled on you. “Y’know, I’m impressed with ye.”

You raised a brow, tilting your head slightly. “Oh? What for?”

“The way ye carry yerself” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "On stage, ye're aw fire an' fury—screamin' yer heart oot like ye're ready tae tear the place doon. But offstage? Calm, collected, like nothin' could rattle ye."

You chuckled softly, running a hand through your hair. “Gotta keep the chaos contained somewhere, right? Besides, someone’s gotta keep things in order when the band’s running wild.”

And that he knew well off.

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As the two of you stepped out of the café, the cool evening air hit you like a sudden wave, causing you to shiver involuntarily. You hadn’t expected the drop in temperature, and the light jacket you’d thrown on earlier wasn’t doing much to keep the chill at bay.

Hazard glanced over, sharp as ever, and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Yer freezin’, hen?.”

“I’m fine” you lied, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Ach, don’t be stubborn” he said with a smirk, already shrugging out of his hoodie. In one smooth motion, he tugged it over his head, revealing the black tank top underneath.

Your breath caught for a moment as you took in the sight of his broad shoulders and defined arms, muscles flexing slightly as he handed you the hoodie. It wasn’t flashy or overly showy—just solid, real strength that came from years of hard living.

“Here” he said, holding it out to you. "Won’t have ye catchin’ a cold on ma watch."

“Are you sure?” you asked, hesitating as you reached for it. “You’ll freeze without it.”

“I’ll manage” he replied with an easy grin, his voice low and warm. “Besides, I think I can handle a wee bit o’ cold better than you.”

Reluctantly, you slipped the hoodie on, the oversized fabric engulfing you in warmth. It smelled faintly of him—coffee, leather, and something undeniably Hazard.

“Better?” he asked, watching you pull the sleeves over your hands.

“Much” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “Thanks, Hazard.”

“No bother” he said, leaning back against a lamppost, the faint glow casting shadows over his sharp features. His tank top clung to his frame, and though he didn’t say anything about it, the slight curve of his lips told you he’d noticed you noticing.

“You’re not bad at this whole ‘gentleman’ thing, you know” you teased, trying to regain a bit of your composure.

He chuckled, crossing his arms in a way that made his muscles stand out even more. “Don’t let it get around, aye? I’ve got a reputation tae keep.”

You rolled your eyes, but the grin tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

As the two of you finally reached the point where your paths diverged, Hazard glanced at you one last time, his expression softer now. “Keep it, if ye want” he said, nodding toward the hoodie. “Looks better on ye anyway.”

“Don’t push your luck” you shot back, though the warmth in your tone dulled the sharpness of the words.

He laughed, the sound low and rich, and gave you a quick wink. “Worth a shot.”

Hazard walked beside you, his hands tucked into the pocket of his sweatpants. For a man who commanded a room with his presence, he was surprisingly unassuming now, blending easily into the quiet street.

“You know” you said, breaking the silence, “this was nice. A lot nicer than I expected.”

Hazard raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. “Ye thought it’d be terrible, did ye?”

“I thought it’d be... chaotic” you admitted with a grin. “But I’m glad it wasn’t”

“Well” he said, his tone teasing, “I’m glad I managed tae surprise ye. But I cannae promise I’ll always be this calm. Chaos is kinda my thing, after all.”

You laughed, pulling your phone from your pocket. “I think I can handle a little chaos. But I’m on the move again soon, so if you’ve got more surprises up your sleeve, you’ll have to text me about them.”

“Ye want tae keep in touch?”

“Why not?” you said with a shrug. “Tour gets lonely sometimes. Besides, it’s not every day I meet someone like you.”

For once, he seemed at a loss for words, his usual bravado faltering. “Aye, well... ye’ve got my number now. Use it whenever ye feel like it.”

“I will” you said with a smile. “I’ll try not to blow up your inbox too much.”

“Ach, blow it up all ye want” he replied with a grin, his confidence returning. “Better tae hear from ye than tae wonder what ye’re up tae.”

With that, the two of you exchanged goodbyes, and as you walked away, the oversized hoodie wrapped snugly around you, you couldn’t help but glance back once. Hazard was still standing there, hands tucked into his sweatpants pockets, watching you with an easy, unshaken confidence.

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New Message from: Hazard ☢️💜

“Before you run off, meet me at the usual spot. One last pint, one last chat, aye? Call it a send-off. Or maybe just me bein’ selfish and not wantin’ to wait months to see yer face again.

I want to take you somewhere nicer”

I've watched this about one hundred times.

“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.